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anyroads · 2 years

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OK you know what, if we're gonna talk about Bake Off then fuck it, let's do this.

It used to be this wholesome, lovely show! We used to watch it for the bakers! And the learning! And the light banter and occasional bit of coy innuendo! What happened?

Channel 4 happened. When they bought the show they made a number of changes, most of them Not Good™️. Not just in the sense of them resulting in a lot of 😬 and 🫠 moments, but in the sense of how they changed the show's purpose, atmosphere, and brand.

Look, I know most people are just like, "whatever, it's just a baking show," and yeah, sure. But it's one of the UK's most successful TV exports, and where it once shifted the tone of reality competition to being wholesome and supportive of contestants, it's since moved towards creating tension at the contestants' cost. So aside from the fact that most people watching it signed up to watch a nice show, it has also shifted the goalposts of what that even means. And that, lovelies and gentlefolk, is some bullshit.

I decided to break my rant analysis into four main parts: theme weeks, the hosts, the judges, and the bakers. Let's get to it!

Theme Weeks:

If you watch Bake Off, you know the show's always had a specific theme for each week. The staples that come up in most seasons are:

cake

biscuit

bread

pudding/dessert

pastry

patisserie

Less common but consistent are things like caramel and chocolate week.

Then there are the fun episodes! When GBBO was on the BBC, this started out with things tea week, tarts, pies, tray bakes, basically little tangents still focused on emphasizing specific baking skills. In Series 6 (still on the BBC) they had their first nation-focused theme week with French week -- fairly innocuous given that a lot of patisserie is French, France and England share much more culture than either cares to admit [Norman Flag dot gif], and it was a nice change from watching Paul make the bakers do recipes that involved boiling things while talking about how wonderful boiled doughs are (are they, Paul? Are they?).

The show kept mixing it up with innocuous themes like advanced dough and alternative ingredients weeks, European cakes, Victorian week, batter week, and botanical week. And while it was frustrating to watch Paul Hollywood mispronounce things like the Hungarian Dobos Torta and lecture bakers on babka when he clearly knew nothing about it (or about Jewish baking in general, go off Past Me), the show's general attitude was that the judges had their own opinions, which were separate from the immutable facts around the chemistry of baking (more on this later) and shouldn't affect how bakers are judged.

After the show moved to Channel 4, the number of themed weeks increased and more of them focused on specific countries. In 6 seasons on the BBC, there were only two country-focused theme weeks, and in 5 seasons on Channel 4 there have been five. And while they've also had themes like vegan baking, roaring 20s, the 1980s, spice week, etc. the show has really started to go hard on exoticizing other cultures in outright disrespectful and racist ways. There's been Italian and Danish week, German, Japanese (it wasn't, it was East Asian week), and now Mexican week (which doesn't touch on interspersed Jewish bakes that didn't get a theme week, like versions of bagels and babka set as technical challenges that were borderline hate crimes and mansplained by a guy who has no idea how to make either and once wrote in a cookbook that challah was traditionally eaten during Passover). Each time the hosts played up the theme with racist bits and jokes that can be used as evidence in court if your case is "why should shows with scripted content have a professional writing staff."

Which touches on other issues the show has now...

The Hosts:

When GBBO was on the BBC, the show was hosted by ✨Mel Giedroyc✨ and ✨Sue Perkins✨. They encouraged the bakers! They'd hold stuff for them sometimes! They were interested in them! If a baker had a breakdown, they would start singing copyrighted material to render the footage unusable! When the show moved to Channel 4, they left, though I'm not unconvinced that Channel 4 offered them impossible to accept contracts to force them out so they could rebrand the show. They replaced them with Sandy Toksvig and Noel Fielding. Sandy was a lovely host in the vein of Mel and Sue, and she and Noel had a relatively sweet rapport, but she left a few seasons ago and was replaced by Matt Lucas.

Noel Fielding is mostly known for his quirky brand of comedy, a sort of British Zooey Deschanel who's goth from the neck up, an upperclass British gay divorcee from the neck down, and basically an early 60s Beatle re: trousers. Matt Lucas has almost definitely never watched a single episode of GBBO and his most redeeming quality is his thinly veiled contempt for Paul Hollywood.

The two treat the baking tent as their personal playground. Far from the supportive attitude of Mel and Sue, they tend to get in the bakers' way during the most stressful moments, especially when they try to do hilarious "comedy" bits (I can't not put that in quotes) like Noel's talking wooden spoon thing, or Matt talking over Noel to do time calls. During theme weeks like Japanese and Mexican week, they do culture-specific bits that are both racist ("just Juan joke" and "is Mexico a real place?") and unsurprising, given that both Matt and Noel did blackface on their respective sketch shows and absolutely could and should have known better because it was already the current fucking century.

All this to say, there's now a separation between the bakers and the hosts, as if they're on different shows. The hosts are doing their own thing and the bakers are doing GBBO. The show has gotten meaner to the bakers, and the hosts aren't there to support them anymore, they're just there to be comic relief. Because when you refocus your show on stressing the bakers the fuck out, you need a forced laugh I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

The Judges:

First of all, a sincere congratulations to Paul Hollywood who managed to squeeze I jUsT cAmE bAcK fRoM mExIcO aNd YeT sTiLL pRoNoUnCe PiCo De GaLLo As 'PiKa De KaLLa' and I aM aN eXpErT oN s'MoReS wHiCh aRe MaDe WiTh DiGeStiVe BiScUiTs AcCoRdiNg tO mE, aN eXpErT oN s'MoReS, just two in a giant pile of astoundingly wrong hot takes, into a short enough time span that they all aired within Liz Truss's term as Prime Minister. A true man of accomplishments.

In the interest of fairness, I need to preface this with a disclaimer that, due to the fact that I've been watching Bake Off for most of its run, I'm biased. Specifically, I can't stand Paul Hollywood's smarmy, classist, egomaniac ass because he's proven time and again he's more interested in looking smart than actually knowing what he's talking about. Since the show moved to Channel 4, they've changed the occasional handshake Paul would give bakers to the HoLlYwOoD hAnDsHaKe™️. It's gone from being an emphasis of someone's skill to a goal, a reward, and one that emphasizes the judges' place above the bakers.

The judges used to function as teachers, imparting their skills and insights to the bakers. When the show was on the BBC, the voiceover leading to a judging would focus on the bakers' work being finished, saying how it will now be evaluated based on their skill and how well they met the brief. The voiceovers now, on Channel 4, focus on the judging (literally saying something along the lines of, "the bakers will now be judged by Prue and Paul"). There is a clear distinction Channel 4's producers have made, to mark that the show is now about whether or not the judges approve, not whether the brief was understood and executed well. On the BBC, it was irrelevant whether the judges liked a particular flavor, as long as the bake was well-made. Now, the bakers are expected to know the judges tastes and cater to them, which is frankly bullshit. A judge doesn't have to like a flavor to know whether or not it was executed well, ie. is it carrying a bake and was it meant to etc.

The judges have been turned into a brand. Cynically, Channel 4 knows that by building them up and focusing the show more on them, they can exploit their image more for profit. In the process, they've become much more biased and their own biases have come out as well. Most recently in the flaming dumpster fire that was Mexican Week, Paul Hollywood tried to intimidate a baker by telling them he had just gotten back from Mexico (which must have been a fruitful learning trip if he couldn't even learn how to pronounce pico de gallo correctly). Where do I even start with this? Here's an amateur baker from England (the show specifically casts middle and lower middle class bakers for the most part??) who likely can't afford trips to Mexico, who lives in a country with incredibly limited access to Mexican cuisine, who is expected not only to understand the cooking and baking traditions of a completely different culture but to do so well enough to play with it and do something creative with it. On top of which, one of the judges is now using his privilege of traveling halfway around the world as some kind of leverage, as if this were a bar that any amateur British baker could clear.

Prue, meanwhile, has openly asserted her biases against cultural flavors and textures, prioritizing her own personal preferences over them, as if they were in any way relevant to the skills and knowledge necessary to execute the tasks she sets to the bakers. She has also been consistently elitist, criticizing bakers for choices they made that were clearly informed by their experiences within income brackets that are too low and foreign for Prue to comprehend. She once had a go at a baker on a Christmas special because his Christmas dinner themed bake didn't have a turkey, even though it was clear from the stories he shared of his own Christmases that his family likely couldn't afford one. "It's not really Christmas dinner without a turkey," Prue said into the camera angrily while sitting on a chair made of live orphans and telling the ghost of Christmas Future to come back when he had another museum gift shop necklace for her to round out her collection.

The show is no longer about which baker has the best skills. It's become about which mortal can appease the gods of Mount Olympus, ie. the judges.

The Bakers:

Remember when the show was about them? Channel 4 doesn't! Because this is a reality competition show, the bakers are chosen both based on their skills, as well as cast-ability. They're cast as characters, distinct from each other, from different areas, age groups, ethnicities. All of them are amateurs. All of them are middle or lower middle class. They've ranged from college students to supermarket cashiers to prison wardens to scientists.

Something I noticed when the show moved to Channel 4 is that the baker who goes home in the first week is always wildly behind the rest in skills. I have no proof of this other than my eyeballs and deductive reasoning skills, but I think that Channel 4 deliberately casts a ringer each season who they think will be an easy send-off in the first week, just to get the audience's feet wet.

Anyway, like I said, this show used to be about the bakers - about them building skills and learning, and having walked into the tent with a self-taught foundation and understanding of the processes and chemical reactions involved in baking. When the show was on the BBC, the end of each round had some (often brief) moments of tension - will they finish in time? Will they get their bakes on the plate before time is up? Did they forget to add sugar to their batter and only remember at the last minute? In the end, they usually managed to finish and we'd all breathe a sigh of relief and think, yeah! You go, Bakers Who I'm Rooting For!

Now, on Channel 4, the end of round drama has been stretched to be so much longer that they've composed extra music for it. The bakers often seem out of their depth, whether because the instructions for the technical challenge are too vague (bake a lemon meringue pie??? As if anyone in the UK under the age of 60 has had one in the last decade???), or because they were expected to bake something that required a more than a basic foundation they weren't told of. Often it seems like they just aren't given enough time, a tactic used by reality competition shows to manipulate contestants into giving the cameras more dramatic content. On top of all this, the hosts get in their way, instead of helping them plate their bakes. As has been pointed out before, when everyone fails the challenge, the real failure lies with whoever set it.

In conclusion:

The show no longer exists to teach the bakers - and the audience - skills or knowledge. It now manipulates contestants for dramatic effect and prioritizes showing conflict over wholesome content. Channel 4 sees the bakers as social media content they can churn out season after season, and don't care about them because in a few months there'll be a new batch to exploit. Meanwhile, the judges are also out of their depth, co-opting recipes from other cultures and butchering them horrendously, while the camera gives them nothing but status as they hold bakers to the expectation that they learn how to make things very much the wrong way. If you saw any of the tweets about Mexican or Japanese week, or read my post on how Paul Hollywood isn't allowed to go near babka ever again, you'll understand.

So what would fix all this? Scrap the current judges and the hosts altogether. Bring back Mel and Sue, and replace the judges with expert bakers who have a love of their craft and want to share it with others. The draw of GBBO used to be its warmth and comfort - if Channel 4 isn't going to start its own version of Master Chef For Bakers, then it needs to stop trying to find a balance of how it can insert that vibe into GBBO. It can't. That's not a thing. Stop trying.

#GBBO #paul hollywood #prue leith #the great british bake off

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its-gjera · 9 months

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Yall wanna know something crazy that others in the fanbase have pointed out??

I wanted to talk about this more cuz it's important.

If you think about it. To this day, Bobby remains as the happiest egg that has been on this island.

Seriously.

Chayanne and Richarlyson are scared that their loved ones will be hurt.

Leonarda is uncertain about the future and misses thier father.

Pomme, Ramon and Tallulah are constantly afraid of dying before having done an impact.

Tilín and JuanaFlippa lived in dysfunctional families and died just as things were starting to look up for them.

Trump died of neglect.

And Dapper is tired of living in fear.

All of the eggs are living in fear.

Living in fear...

"Vivir con miedo, no es vivir" (Living in fear is not living) - Roier

Bobby lived his life to the fullest. The nightmare and losing a life to the code didn't even put a scratch on his thirst for adventure. He wasn't afraid to do anything. If he wanted to do something, he did it.

He was a literal ray of sunshine. Bringing joy and laughter wherever he went. Making sure someone got a good laugh out of his shenanigans

Even during his final goodbye, it was full of celebration. He did his favorite activities with his parents one last time, tortas and tamales for everyone, cheering "BOBBY CHINGON" and shooting his gun in the air. The tears were saved until after he was gone.

His life and his death were a celebration. There's a reason why so many people associate him with the sun.

Roier and Jaiden should be proud. I know Bobby would.

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gelsomini · 2 years

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also I’ve been stress baking a LOT

#much to my family’s joy #donazioni obbligazioni nullità virtuali <<< torta panna e fragole #lotti talks

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tarot-archives · 12 days

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had this idea about after the battle, the winged lion! laios didn’t entirely disappear. when the infinite dimension exist, it will always have its connection with the finite world.

in this case, the winged lion! laios somehow ends up in your inn (specifically your room). the look alike explains how your feelings has piqued his interest, a trait leading to desire. and that he’d like to stay and observe you. he can grant your wishes too, but your mental resolve is difficult to crack.

but you have to have a weakness, if you didn’t, you would have reported him to the original—king laios, devourer of all things horrible. king laios, the ruler of the golden kingdom. king laios this. king laios that! never your laios—

you can’t, right? you want him to stay right? he has his thoughts. he sees you through his memories. he knows what you are.

the winged lion craves this new carnal desire.

#dungeon meshi x reader #laios touden x reader #laios x reader #torta talks #dungeon meshi spoilers

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stars-unaligned · 18 days

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and what if i write y/n as the ostracized mountain people from dungeon meshi? and that she wants to laios to hurt in the same way her people were.

pierce his heart a bit in the process too

#torta talks

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writingoddess1125 · 5 months

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I'm not sure if you take CoD requests but I was wondering if maybe you could do headcanons for Alejandro(if you write for him) with a reader who's Cajun, has a Cajun accent, and calls him Sha(its Cajun slang for sweetheart/dear/darling)

If you don't write for Alejandro, maybe Price or Soap

Oh this is so cute!!

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Alejandro with Cajun Reader

PSA - I did a lot of research so I tried 😅

• You get stationed out to the main base in Los Vaqueros, tasked to help the people there and work alongside Colonel Alejandro Vargas.

• Arriving on a helicopter you smile as you meet Alejandro smiling at you. "Welcome to Las Almas my friend- Heard great things about you"

• "Boujour! Comment ça s’plume? Alejandro no?" You say cheerfully clearly throwing off the man at the French being thrown his way- But a French he was incredibly unfamiliar with

• "Sargent (Y/L/N)? Correct?" You nod calmly, The Colonel smiking a bit- "We must leave soon then"

• "Don't be like that Cher" You say with a laugh and watch the man's face twist in mild confusion still.

• "Sha?" He repeated, you realizing quickly your mistake with a hearty laugh. "It's a term of endearment- Like Darlin'- Now, You said we had to leave No? Allons!"

• Alejandro nods and leads you off to your station, Still a bit confused over what the fuck you were saying-

• After a few weeks on base he starts to understand, realizing you are speaking a form of French mixed with English. The two of you talking quite often now as he shows you around Las Almas and the situation there.

• "They told me you are American-" Alejandro questioned as you two drove through the town.

• "I am-" You clarified with a smile. "From Louisiana" Alejandro nodded his head like he suddently got it.

• "Isn't uh it Creole? Es.. That's the American word right?" Alejandro questions, making you shake your head. "Two differen' peoples Sha-" You say as you try to explain the difference.

• This poor man is so confused- Feels like he's in school again and was just given a very hard exam that he didn't study for.

• "Creole is more City and Cajun is country" You simplified, which seemed to ease the confusion for the time being.

• The two of you become fast friends- You of course a chatter box and always wanting to learn and Alejandro always wanting to teach and see new things.

• Alejandro begins to teach you more Spanish while you teach him French-

• He likes to tease about how you talk with your hands and your passion behind your speaking. Finds it funny

• You two do have arguments at times, like an old couple do at stupid things. However rank is never pulled or acknowledged since it's always fun/personal banter

• However what truly soothed over any issues was the food- The two of you becoming quick food buddies as you'd share your guys food with each other.

• Alejandro walked straight to you on base early morning after a briefing, staring hard at you as he held a wrapped item in hand-

"...This is a La Guacamaya torta- It is one of my favorites... I added extra chicharrón" He flexes as he shows off the item. You nodding in agreement that it looked pretty damn good.

• "Not bad Not bad-" You smile, Before reaching for your own item with a grin. Pulling out a well worn Tupperware bowl-

• "Now, Had to improvise is bit- since Not many of my ingredients in this neck of the woods so I did so?' Pastalaya and found ya a le Boudin to have later"

• You say proudly showing off your lunch. Alejandro nodding also impressed- Before the two of you switch lunches and sit together to eat happily.

• It didn't take a genius for others to figure out you were buddy buddy with the Colonel- While some didn't like it, most warmed up to you and stared in your joy and willingness to expand-

• While you let anyone else know clearly they could go fuck themselves-

• However Alejandro was always your ride or die.

• The two of you shit talk for hours while eating... Half the time Not even understanding each other as you share new insults and curse words.

• He was your best friend, and you his-

#x reader #creole #cajan #cod alejandro #call of duty thoughts #call of duty mw3 #call of duty #call of duty alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x female reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader

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gadriezmannsgirl · 5 months

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Nine days a little too late💀 but here's Pedri's birthday fic!🎉 also not me inspiring this fic with the quesillo and torta de auyama I helped my mom do last week🤭 also I'm sorry if this is a bit shitty I need to get back into writing ASAP😭😭 Please let me know your thoughts on this one😭😌

Warnings: Spanish swearing, lots of mentions of sweets (?), Pepi is whipped for reader, I didn't revise this so bare with me😭 let me know if there's any grammar mistake pls also it's a bit shitty, sorry😭😭😭

A New Diet - P.G8

Summary: Your love for sweets eventually brings you to the guy of your dreams

You didn't remembered when you started loving sweets so much, maybe you had it in you since you were little or maybe it was when you first got your period, only a big amount of chocolate could calm down your anxiety; maybe it was after watching bake-off TV shows, you didn't knew when but you did knew that you loved sweets and you also loved making them.

You tried your grandma's recipes, your aunt's, your mom's, the ones you find in internet, the ones you find in magazines and eventually you started adding your own "sparkle" into them, mixing random ingredients, taking off some while adding other ones.

It was that much that your parents got you into a course on baking and pastry-making. You loved it and got a certificate for it, one you felt truly proud of and even marked it to put it on your small living room of your new house.

You had recently moved to Barcelona to finish your degree in veterinary medicine and also to achieve your baking dream, you only had some months in your new house but you loved it, even through the rough patches of not knowing anyone in here.

Well... you did met some people and weren't so lonely now and those people were your mates from Uni and your neighbours which were mostly older people but two lovely and funny brothers who you often talk to when the three of you get out of your houses at the same time.

"¡Bienvenida al vecindario!" (welcome to the neighborhood) They had said once you opened your door making you smile

"Soy Fernando, puedes llamarme Fer and he's my brother Pedro but you can call him Pedri" (I'm Fernando but you can call me Fer) The guy next to him smiled and waved at you lightly

"Hola y muchas gracias. I'm Y/N" You replied softly with a smile on

"Un placer, Y/N. We brought this little gift as a welcome. Hope you like it" (It's a pleasure) Pedri extended a small food container with a smile on

"Thanks! What it is?"

"They're croquetas. Family recipe" Fer explained "I made them and I hope you like them"

"Well, they smell incredible so..." Both brothers laughed lightly and you joined them "I'm pretty sure I'll love them"

"Let us know!" You nodded with a smile

"Pues nada, bienvenida, somos tus vecinos, aquella casa de la esquina es la nuestra y nada... Si necesitas algo, estaremos encantados en ayudarte" (And well, welcome; we're your neighbours, the house at the corner is ours and yeah... If you need something, we'll be happy to help you) Pedri said. He's so pretty, you thought.

You smiled nodding "Muchas gracias e igualmente. Si necesitan algo y está a mi alcance pues estaré encantada en ayudarles" (Thank you so much and likewise. If you need something and it's within my reach then I'll be happy to help)

"Thanks" Fer smiled and they started walking away

"Let us know if you like the croquettes!" Pedri yelled and you laughed softly

You remembered your first meeting when you saw both brothers walk towards their house joking around as you were taking out the trash and suddenly realized that was already four months ago.

They waved at you and you waved back with a smile on your face.

You returned inside your house and settled everything up to do your quesillo, you had your period and everything you wanted was something sweet to ease your anxiety and pain.

Turning up your music, you blasted Rosalía, Karol G and some Taylor Swift while you happily made your quesillo, forgetting about everything. However being too into your own world, you didn't realized you did for more people than you were supposed to do.

"Oh fuck" You cursed lightly "What do I do now?" You asked yourself.

As much as you loved sweets, this was a big portion since you basically duplicated the recipe that originally is for 6-7 people, you didn't wanted for it to go to waste.

Your parents weren't in Barcelona and neither was your brother to give them some quesillo. You could give some to your friends and still a big portion will be left.

You closed your eyes groaning and your mind went to the González brothers.

Would they even like it? Would they accept it? You groaned again and your body acted before you could even think straight.

You went around and looked for a food container to give them some quesillo to them when you suddenly saw their food container. The one you forgot to give back because of your Uni and work.

Now you, at least, had a good excuse to give them the sweet.

Preparing yourself mentally you walked over to their house and knocked on their door only for a few minutes later, Pedri to open the door with a pretty smile on his face.

"Y/N! How are you?" You nodded a bit nervous. You were truly hoping for Fernando, to open the door like he always does.

"I'm good, what about you?" He nods

"I'm great! Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"I-mm... I'm actually here because I did this quesillo and I had some problems calculating the ingredients, turns out I did more than usual and I don't want it to go to waste so I was just wondering if you guys would like some?"

Pedri spent a few seconds in silence and those were the worst seconds for you.

"Sure, yes!"

"Perfect!" You pull the food container towards him "And also, sorry I didn't give it back right away. I'm pretty busy with my finals and with work too" He laughs softly grabbing it

"No te preocupes" (No worries) He winked and you felt like instantly dying right there.

"I hope you guys like it. Let me know how is it!"

"Will do! Thank you so much!" Pedri smiled and you waved walking away, he got inside his house and exhaled looking at the sweet in his hands.

It smells divine. He thought softly.

"Was it Y/N?" Fer yelled from the living room

"Yes!"

"Did you ask her out?"

"No"

"And what did you do then?" Fer asked impressed

"She came by to give us a quesillo"

"Joder, increíble" (Fuck, amazing) Fer inmediately said standing up and taking then food container out of Pedri's hands "All for me" He sang quietly

Pedri lamented not being able to eat it, as soon as he saw the quesillo his mouth watered "Puta madre" Pedri cursed as Fer laughed watching his younger brother leave the room.

One month and half later, Pedri was tired of watching the amount of sweets in his refrigerator and not being able to eat a single piece of them. Thanks to Fernando, you have been doing random pastries, cakes, muffins for you and for them, it made you happy knowing people liked your baking and felt on Cloud 9 once Fer exclaimed you could have your own succeful bakery.

Pedri didn't know how much he has resisted to it but he's sure it won't last long and even more when you were once again stood in front of the González brothers house, with a pumpkin cake in your hands.

"I swear this wasn't suppossed to happen. My aunt asked my help for my cousin's birthday but I overdid the recipe once again and I have this small pumpkin cake-"

"I'm pretty sure it's delicious, thank you Y/N" He smiled grabbing the cake from your hands. Pedri shakily opened his mouth to speak "So... How's-" Your phone ringed

"Shoot. I'm sorry I need to leave, I had these muffins on the oven but let me know if you like them!"

"Do you need help?"

"I-uh... I kinda do but no worries I can do it on my own! You might be busy as well and I don't want to interrupt anything"

"Nonsense" Pedri said "Gimme just a quick second to put this in the kitchen and I'll be right back"

True to his word, Pedri was back to you in mere seconds. You both walked to your house

"Make yourself at home" You had said smiling. "Are you a good kitchen assistant?"

"Bueno, que se me ha pasado decirte que soy un poco lento pero que soy un asistente de cocina decente" (Well, I kinda forgot to tell you I'm a bit slow but I'm a decent cooking assistant) You laughed softly at his words

"That's okay. Esos son los mejores" (Those are the best) You replied "I used to be like that and even worse" You giggled softly

"Practice makes a master" You nod agreeing with him "So... What's my job?" You smile starting to explain him what you need help with.

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"I hope your aunt is paying you for this" You laugh at Pedri's words before you looked over at him and found him with his face (and some of his hair) dirty with flour, you couldn't help but laugh harder. "¿Qué?" (What?) He asks with a small smile

"You have some flour in your face" You clean your hands with a towel ", you look funny" you admit softly

"Ah but that's normal. You do as well" You share a laugh

"You want something to drink? I'm about to make me some coffee"

"No bebo café" (I don't drink coffee)

"Really?" You asked impressed "Maybe some tea?" Pedri shook his head "Juice? Water?"

"Those two can do" You smile nodding starting to work on your coffee and on his drink.

"I also have some cheesecake from Monday. You want a bit?"

Pedri's body froze, he hasn't broke his diet, it takes a lot of willpower for him to quietly leave the room his brother's eating in to your baking.

And he also didn't wanted to make you feel bad for saying no.

"I'm not that hungry actually" He hated the fact, his heart hurt him when he saw how your face fell a bit. And without knowing, yours did too a little bit "I'm sorry, I-"

"No worries, that's okay!" You said smiling softly

"No, you know what? I'll accept it"

"If you don't want it, it's okay" You giggled softly to not make him feel pressured

"I want to" He smiled at you "Now... I'm waiting for my slice of cheesecake"

This time, both of your hearts beat strongly at the sight of each others smile.

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"Joder, you're whipped" Fer said shaking his head

"I'm not!"

"You fell so easily into it!"

"I don't think she realized it but she gave me this pout and her eyes dropped, I couldn't watch her like that!"

"Si, hermano. You're whipped"

"Puta madre" Pedri cursed "Now I have to do double session" He said getting ready for his morning training

"Don't overwork yourself, Pedrito"

"Don't call me that!"

"Ask her out already!" Fer laughed watching his brother get out of their house

"¡Cállate" (Shut up!)

Pedri did wanted to ask you out but he was afraid of your answer, he just didn't knew if you liked him in that way and he didn't wanted to make things awkward between you two.

But as if it was something of destiny you were going out of your house with a backpack. You were going to Uni.

Pedri quickly got into his car and started it, to stop in front of your house. "Need a ride, señorita?" (Miss)

"Yes, please. I'm way too late" You smiled and he laughed nodding his head for you to get inside. "Buenos dias" (Good morning) You said leaning forward to hug him "¿Qué tal todo?" (How's everything?) He nods smiling

"¿Tu que tal? ¿Acaso se te han pegado las sábanas el día de hoy?" (How about you? Didn't wanted to get out of the bed?) He joked and you lightly groaned

"I was up all night studying for this exam, it's worth about the 35% of the whole grade and I'm freaking nervous" You admited ", plus, I kinda forgot to set up my alarm so that's the reason I'm looking like a mad woman and I didn't had time to revise my notes" You huff "But let's say I'm good"

"Don't stress so much about it, I know you'll do fine and you'll smash this exam" Pedri reasured you with a smile

"You have a lot of faith in me"

"Que eres muy inteligente, guapa. A veces te subestimas demasiado" (You're very smart, beautiful. Sometimes you underestimate yourself so much)

"I just get really nervous, I've never failed any of my classes and I have this scholarship so I have to be the best of the best"

"And you are. Stop stressing so much, you'll get wrinkles" You blush and laugh shaking your head

The rest of the drive was spent with you talking of random things and listening to the whole "Un Verano Sin Ti" album by Bad Bunny

"Thanks for the ride, Pedrito. You just saved my life" You both hugged each other over the console

"Anytime, Y/N" He smiled watching you pick your things and leave his car. Before you got inside the building, three car honks stopped you. As you turned around you saw Pedri still there and looking at you

You went back to him "What's up?" You said leaning into the drivers window

"Are you free this weekend?"

You nod lightly "I am... why?"

"Wanna go out with me?" You were shocked hearing those words came out of his mouth but at the same time, you were so happy

"Sure, I'd love that" You smiled and he smiled back

"Perfect, I'll text you so we can talk about it" You nod once more

"Good, nos vemos Pepi" (See you)

"Nos vemos, guapa" (See you, beautiful) You blushed once again and separated yourself from his car, turning around you went inside the building

You were walking to your exam when you felt your phone vibrate and saw a text from Pedri

Pedro G: Por cierto, estás muy mona cuando te sonrojas (By the way, you're pretty cute when you blush)

You smile and giggle shaking your head at your phone, replying with a small Sush🙈

And with that you entered with confidence into the classroom

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Two months later

"Estás muy guapa el día de hoy" (You're looking gorgeous today) Your now, boyfriend of one month said looking at you with a smile

"You're exaggerating. I'm covered in eggs and onions"

"Still very guapa" He gave you a small kiss to your lips before entering inside your house "Need help with something?"

"I've got it covered, lindo. Thanks tho" You smiled washing your hands before getting into what you were doing "What are we watching today?"

"Creed?" You think of it for a few seconds and then nod lightly

"Only because we saw Me Before You last week" He laughs softly

"What are you doing?" His arms wrapped themselves around your waist and Pedri brought you into him

"I'm cooking for my brother's date tomorrow night"

"You sure you don't need help?" He kissed your cheek and you smiled resting against him

"I'm almost done, give me just a few minutes and then I'm yours"

"Can I at least do the popcorns?" You smile nodding

"Top left shelf"

A few minutes passed and you finished what you were doing. You wrapped the food and pulled it in a food container into the refrigerator as Pedri was munching on some popcorn

"You will not leave for the movie"

"There are a lot" He brushed off your comment while putting some in front of your mouth

"They're good, baby" Pedri nodded

"I know, I'm the best"

"Oh shut up, come on"

"Amor, do you like football?" He asked out of nowhere as you got the movie ready

"I'm not much into it, to be honest. Why?"

"Would you like to come with me and Fer to a match?"

"Will you teach me every single thing of football so I don't look like a foreign?" He laughs nodding

"Of course" You smiled at each other

"Then sounds good" You nod happy "What are you doing tomorrow, amor?" You ask him

"Nothing important, why?"

"Can you accompany me tomorrow to get some copies I need to get done for Uni?"

"Sure. What time, amor?"

"Maybe around 2pm?"

"I'll be here" Pedri nodded "Shall we start?" You don't say anything but click on the start bottom before you cuddled up to him

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"Hey Fer"

"Y/N!" He said excited hugging you "How are you? My brother has kidnapped you" You blush lightly

"I'm doing well, dear. How about you?"

"Good, good!" He smiled "How can I help you?"

"Is Pedri here? He's supposed to accompany me to do something right now" He shakes his head

"He's in training right now"

"He's training?" Fer nods "For what?"

"This weekend's match"

"What match?"

"Football match?" He asked back confused

"He's playing?" He nods

"He's a football player, Y/N/N" You were confused

"Right, yes, of course!" You said "Well, thanks Fer and sorry the bother!" You jogged back to your house

You instantly went to your phone and searched for Pedri González, to your surprise a photo of your boyfriend came up along with the name of FC Barcelona. Your boyfriend is a FC Barcelona player.

Copies can wait, you decided, Pedri had somethings to explain. And that he did, as soon as he got to your house. You let him know that the door was unlocked and that you'll be waiting for him.

"Amor, I'm sorry, I got caught up on-"

"Pedro "Pedri" González López, is a Spanish professional footballer who plays as a midfielder for La Liga FC Barcelona and the Spain NT" You read from your phone as soon as you see him coming to the living room "And then there's a picture of a guy who looks just like you" You look at him serious "Why didn't you told me that?"

" I can explain that to you"

"Please do"

Pedri sighed "I didn't tell you because I wanted you to like me for me, for Pedri not because of Pedri the football player from Club Barcelona" He sighs "It's not often when I don't have people trying to get my attention just because of fame or money. I'm just a simple guy living his dream and I want for everyone to treat me like that. I liked you from the moment I knew you and when I saw you didn't even recognized me for being Pedri the football player and cared for just Pedri, I wanted to keep that going and protect you from that world. You're my safe space"

"Pedri, I don't really care if you're famous or not and you know that"

"I know and I was eventually going to tell you this weekend after you see me playing" He winces now thinking of his idea "It might not be my best idea but I truly wanted to tell you because I like to think that we can have a long road together ahead of us"

"You're trying to get your way out of this with sweet words" He laughs softly

"I don't. That's what I truly think" you stayed silent for a few minutes

"You have some other secret I should know about?"

"No" He said shaking his head. You smiled and went to him kissing his lips

"Don't lie or hide things from me again, please. I think the same way but I want us to be honest with each other" Pedri nods

"Will do" Pedri smiles leaning down to kiss your lips

"Would you teach me some football right now?" Pedri nods smiling wide

"Let's go, bonita"

"But before that... Wanna have some chocolate muffins?"

Pedri secretly winced before nodding "Not one, not two... give me three of those"

He couldn't break his diet but for you he would.

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"So..." You begin "How do I look?" You turn around with your boyfriend's name on your back

"Gorgeous" That's what he said smiling "The eight looks really good on you" You smile turning to face him with blush covering your cheeks "In fact, everything looks good on you"

"Well, wish I could say the same" He opens his mouth in disbelief.

"I can't believe it" You laugh kissing his cheeks

"Vamos, amor. You are needed" You grab his hand and led him through the door "Hopefully you win tonight 'cus I made a winning cake for you" He laughs

"We will win" Pedri says "But we also know that winning or not, I will eat it" You smile nodding "Let's go to Montjuic!"

You both got into the car and Pedri drove off, it's your first time in a stadium, so you were pretty nervous.

"Call me or Fer. He told me he's already here" You nod taking in Pedri's words. "If you need anything let him know"

"I will" You said smiling "Go ahead and score some goals"

"They'll be for you" You blush and push him lightly for him to start walking

"Go. I'll be fine" with doubts Pedri started walking away only for him to walk back to you and kiss you softly before out of nowhere, leaving you in the hall.

You followed his intructions and soon you were in the yards along with the fans. Your eyes scanned the crowd and quickly divised Fer.

"Hey" You say getting closer to him

"Hey! Happy to see you here!"

"Happy to be here!" You hug

"You know what this match means?"

"Pedri told me something among the lines of El Clásico?" Fer nods

"Our worst rival RMA" You nod lightly

"Yeah, he told me those small things as well"

"Did he told you a fight could break out?" Your eyes widen and you cough

"No! Will he be-?"

"He'll be fine as long as the problem isn't with him. A small fact? It never is"

The tension could be felt in the air, you didn't have any idea what could happen. But you did knew the ones with the blue and red shirt were the ones your boyfriend played for and you were going to yell at everything they do.

Match started and it was already rough some players fouling you guys and the ref said nothing. You were complaining the whole 1st time about that while Fer laughed and maybe even recorded you.

You were stressing out, it was minute 88, four fights already displayed in the spam of the 2nd time and no score. Until he did it. De Jong stole the ball from one of the oponents, you still don't know who it was; when De Jong passed it to Gundo and Gundo to Ferran to start dribbling around players and once he was starting to get close to the net, he shot it to Pedri who scored.

He did his natural signature + a wink to your direction

"That was to me" Fer said

"Sure it was" You laughed and joked around with Fer until the game ended

You receive Pedri by his car with a piece of cake, he hissed when he saw the chocolate and it didn't helped that Ferran made fun of him.

"As I have just the recovery session, you have to take a double one to forget about the calories that cake has, good luck on that, Pepi"

"You're just jealous you don't have a girlfriend who bakes for you" Pedri said hitting the back of Ferran's head while the shark laughed "See you, tiburón"

"See you, Pepi" Ferran waved at you lightly as you waved back with a small smile on your face

"Hola guapa" Pedri said wrapping his arms around your shoulders to bring you close to him. You smile taking in the scent of his soap and shampoo

"Hola guapo" You kissed his cheek before leaning up to kiss his lips "Congrats on the win, you did great"

"I felt motivated tonight" He winks at you and you laugh, blushing "However, I'm starving and this cake looks so good to me right now"

"Ah ah ah!" You push the cake back when he tried to reach it "I found out a little something and I just confirmed it"

"What did you find out?"

"You guys have a very strict diet as I could see" Pedri's heart stopped working for a while "And your friend isn't the most quiet when it comes to talk so... Have you really ate all of the sweets I have made for you this past months?"

Pedri got quiet for a while and before he opened his mouth you beat him to it "Honestly, Pedro"

"I didn't..." He said guilty and he watched how your face fell lightly "But I eventually did that time when I was at yours! And I didn't say any kind of lies when I said that they were the best ones!" You sighed softly

"But you could have told me that before!" You said "Now, I feel guilty"

"Why?"

"I was there making and bringing you guys the most sweet stuffs I could ever made for you to try and you had to suffer seeing your brother eat them without a single regret!" Pedri felt his heart grow warm "If you could have told me I have this strict diet, I could have done something different for you because everything I did was mostly for you, Pepi" You admit and he smiles before kissing you softly

"Now you know, amor. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, you were just really excited for me trying your baking out and I didn't wanted to make you feel bad by saying no"

"You have to do double sessions, I still feel bad" He sent you an apologetic smile as you groaned lightly "That's why this cake is for both of us now" You said

"Hey, it was mine!"

"It was" You agree "That was before I learned about your diet. So I made this one" You said "Half it's especially made for you and the other one is for me, like I usually do"

"Did you seriously just made me a piece of healthy cake for myself?" You nod

"And be prepared because now that I'll try more fitness stuff, you'll be the first one to try them out"

"I can't wait for it" He smiled before grabbing a piece of cake with his fingers and eating it, he groaned in delight "So far, try to make the pumpkin cake for me so I can eat it. That was the best one" He munched the cake once again

"Stop eating it"

"This is so delicious, I just can't!" He shook his head "In fact" He pulled out his car keys out and handed them to you "You drive tonight while I eat this masterpiece my girlfriend made for me, thank you"

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Sweet and Sour

Avisos: CNC, asfixia erótica, breeding kink, spit kink, threesome, dirty talk.

Harry bottom, Louis e William Top.

One tradicional. Gêmeos Tomlinson.

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Era sábado e Harry estava um tanto quanto frustrado por sua situação atual. Louis era seu alfa, seu namorado à três longos anos e ele nunca havia deixado Harry longe no período do pré cio, porém por causa de uma reunião de emergência, Louis teve que ir ao trabalho e deixou Harry sozinho em casa com seu irmão gêmeo, William.

Louis e William eram completamente opostos, Louis era um alfa que esbanjava charme e imponência, era firme e possessivo, ao mesmo tempo que tratava Harry como se fosse um cristal prestes à se partir. Já William era seu melhor amigo, um beta doce, cuidadoso, amoroso e tão sensível quanto Harry. Eles eram inseparáveis, logo que o ômega começou a se envolver com o alfa ele desenvolveu uma amizade bonita e respeitosa com William, todos felizes e contentes em morarem juntos, tudo era sincronizado e leve, aquela relação era harmônica até nos detalhes.

Hoje, sábado, folga dos três, Louis estava trabalhando. Era triste para Harry, ele tinha planejado ser mimado o dia todo pelo seu alfa, o pré cio sempre o deixava mais sensível e manhoso, necessitado de atenção e cuidado. Pelo menos ele tinha William, que tinha ido tomar banho antes de começarem a cozinhar juntos o almoço.

- Eu sinto muito se você fez merda, cara, mas esse problema não é meu. Não vou sair da minha casa em pleno sábado pra ajeitar uma cagada que você fez sem a minha permissão. – William falava ao telefone e Harry se esticou no sofá, olhando o beta parado em frente ao banheiro com a toalha enrolada na cintura, o cabelo tijelinha escorrendo água por todo torso magro. Louis e William eram idênticos, foi impossível para Harry não sentir seu baixo ventre esquentar ao ver William ser tão ríspido ao telefone, agindo como Louis, como um alfa. Ele desapareceu dentro do quarto, voltando pelado pelo corredor enquanto esbravejava e gesticulava raivoso ao telefone. Não era anormal que eles se vissem nus, fazia parte da intimidade que eles tinham. O que não era normal era o baixo ventre de Harry contrair olhando o corpo nu de William, sentindo seu coração bater nos ouvidos. Era o pré cio, só podia ser, chegando sorrateiramente e afetando o cérebro de Harry. Ele se virou se bruços no sofá, pressionando o pau semi ereto contra o couro, apertado no shorts curto que usava. Alcançou seu telefone e abriu a conversa de Louis.

“Vai demorar pra chegar, alfa?”

Ele respirou fundo, desviando o olhar para William que segurava o celular entre o ombro e a orelha, subindo a cueca preta por suas pernas.

“Vou, amor. Estou cheio de problemas pra resolver, me desculpa, tá? Você está precisando de alguma coisa?”

“É meu pré cio, alfa. Eu preciso de você.”

Harry respondeu com um bico, deixando o celular de lado e agindo como o ômega mimado que era, não aceitando que seu alfa estava trabalhando ao invés de estar cuidado de si. Voltou à atenção à William, mordendo a bochecha enquanto percorria os olhos para a v line e o pau marcado na boxer. Suspirou frustrado, pensando na sorte que tinha de William ser um beta, sem cheiro, sem tentações para seu lobo.

- Que cheirinho doce. – William disse à Harry, que não reparou que ele não falava mais ao telefone. – Parece torta pêssego, algo assim, será que os vizinhos estão cozinhando? – ele respirou fundo, sentando no sofá e puxando as pernas de Harry para cima das suas, fazendo carinho em seus pés.

- É, eu acho que sim. – Harry engoliu em seco, sabendo que o cheiro doce saia de si. – Horário estranho pra cozinhar doces, né? – riu nervoso, virando de barriga pra cima, não querendo arriscar que sua situação se complicasse cada vez mais – como William ver uma mancha escura bem no meio do seu shorts.

- O que você quer comer hoje, H? – William perguntou, percebendo que o semblante de Harry era distante. – O que foi, Hazzy?

- Nada. – respondeu mexendo os dedos dos pés, tentando se concentrar em qualquer coisa que não fosse William e como ele era idêntico ao alfa.

- Você quer o Louis, não é? – Will fez cócegas em seus pés, o ouvindo rir. – Eu entendo que esteja chateado, mas odeia tanto minha companhia assim, é? – Brincou, vendo Harry negar rápido.

- É só que ele tinha prometido ficar comigo hoje, sabe? – Harry se sentou. – Mas tudo bem, vamos cozinhar, sim? – ele sorriu se levantando – Cozinhar com o melhor amigo desde mundo. – ele saiu andando até a cozinha, abrindo a geladeira pra conferir o que iriam conseguir fazer com o resto das compras do final de mês.

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Eles estavam cantando e dançando na cozinha gargalhando, rindo um do outro quando Harry sentiu a primeira pontada. Segurou na bancada com força até as juntas dos dedos ficarem brancas, gemendo o mais baixo que pôde.

- O que foi? Está tudo bem? – William de apressou em se aproximar, fazendo carinho em suas costas.

- Eu estou bem. – Harry engoliu seco, envergonhado demais com a situação, sentindo-se arrepiado pelo toque dos dedos gelados de William em sua coluna.

- Não parece. – William riu fraco, percebendo que o cheiro de pêssego de tornara mais forte, não entendendo a situação.

- Está tudo bem, juro juradinho. – Harry sorriu fraco, voltando a mexer o molho branco, se concentrando em cantar e tentar ignorar os sinais do seu cio ficando cada vez mais fortes. Desligou o fogo, pegando um copo d’água e virando, sentindo um calor absurdo e tirando a regata que usava, indo até a sala e ligando o ventilador.

- Você está com calor? Harry, está vinte graus aqui dentro. – William estranhou, sabendo que Harry era a pessoa mais friorenta que ele já conheceu.

- Muito calor. – Harry respondeu afetado, perdendo muito tempo em olhar aquela franja estupidamente perfeita em sua testa, seu mundo girando e gritando por seu alfa.

- O que eu posso fazer pra te ajudar, Harry? – William disse despreocupado, tirando a forma do forno, fazendo Harry se perder em seus braços tão bonitos e firmes, mais afetado ainda por ouvir ele falando como seu alfa falava, solícito.

- Eu acho que é meu cio, maninho. – Harry sentiu outra pontada, se segurando nos ombros de William, que rodeou o braço em sua cintura o segurando.

- Seu cio não é amanhã? – William perguntou agitado, sem saber o que caralhos faria com um ômega no cio, principalmente o ômega do seu irmão no cio.

- Odeio o Louis por te contar essas coisas. – Harry aninhou a cabeça em seu peito, apertando forte a camiseta e gemendo alto, seus olhos cheios de lágrimas em pura vergonha. – Chama o Louis, Will, chama ele. – choramingou.

- Ok, vamos pro quarto. – Will segurou Harry com rapidez, o segurando no colo e atravessando o corredor, o deitando na cama que ele dividia com Louis. – Vou ligar pra ele, sim? – ele disse discando o número, vendo Harry assentir se esfregando no colchão, uma mancha enorme em seu shorts. – Louis, temos um problema. Harry está no cio. – avisou.

- E onde ele está?

- No seu quarto, eu trouxe ele pra cá.

- Ok, como ele está?

- Como assim, ele está no cio oras?!

- Ele está gemendo? A bunda está molhada? Está chorando? Como ele está?

- Choramingando seu nome, se esfregando contra o colchão e com uma mancha enorme no shorts. – William disse envergonhado.

- É, ainda não está completamente no cio mas vai ficar. Eu vou precisar da sua ajuda, maninho.

- Como assim, Louis?

- Você vai ter que ajudar ele até eu chegar, Will. Ele está com dor, você não pode deixar meu ômega chorando de dor. Vai até meu armário, na primeira gaveta tem uma caixa de madeira.

- Louis, eu não vou fazer isso. Nem fodendo.

- Will, maninho... Me obedece, sim? Eu preciso que me ajude.

- Louis, você ficou maluco porra? Ele é seu ômega, eu sou um beta e sou seu irmão! Eu não vou fazer nada com ele.

- Maninho, você sempre foi meu melhor amigo. Eu não me importo de dividir meu ômega com você, principalmente porque ele está precisando de cuidado.

- Eu sou um beta, Louis. Como você acha que eu posso satisfazer o Harry?

- Acredite em mim, você vai conseguir satisfazer ele até eu chegar em casa. Só faça o que eu te peço, prometo que essa vai ser a única vez.

- Ele é meu melhor amigo, mano. Não sei se consigo fazer isso, muito menos agir como se nada tivesse acontecido depois.

- Will, maninho, nossa vida inteira você esteve sendo meu bebê, eu sempre te tratei com amor e carinho, com cuidado e proteção, eu nunca deixei você sozinho e nem desapontei você. Não faça isso comigo, sim? Me retribua tudo que eu fiz por você, uma vez sequer. – Louis dizia com aquela voz manipuladora que William odiava ouvir mas não conseguia não obedecer.

- Ok. – William respirou fundo, nervoso. Foi até o armário e pegou a caixa. – O que eu preciso usar?

- Tem um frasco pequeno de perfume aí, não tem?

- Sim. O que é?

- Perfume de alfa. Passe atrás das orelhas, no seu pescoço e nas suas mãos.

- Porque caralhos você tem isso, Louis?

- Eu sabia que chegaria o dia que eu precisaria que você me ajudasse com ele, Will. Passe o perfume e me coloca no viva voz, me deixe falar com ele.

- Maluco. – William bufou, colocando no viva voz e colocando o celular ao lado da cabeça de Harry, deixando sob o colchão. – Hazzy, Louis quer falar com você. – avisou afagando seus cabelos, deixando a caixa em cima da cama e abrindo o frasco, passando como Louis mandou e ouvindo Harry gemer alto, fungando e suspirando o cheiro forte.

- Alfa. – Harry choramingou.

- Oi ômega, seu cio chegou, não é? Will me contou.

- Sim alfa, vem pra casa, eu preciso tanto do seu nó. – Harry levou a mão até seu pau por dentro do shorts, esfregando o dedão na cabecinha. – Eu tô tão molhadinho alfa, tão bom pra você.

- Papai vai demorar pra chegar, amor. Eu já estou saindo daqui, mas eu preciso que você seja bem cuidado enquanto eu não chego. Will vai cuidar de você, tudo bem?

- Não. Eu quero meu papai! – Harry brigou, se apertando o pau duro e dolorido entre os dedos, soltando gemidos manhosos.

- Will, me coloca por vídeo.

William pegou o telefone, apoiando entre o colchão e a cabeceira, ligando por vídeo e olhando Louis atender, já estando dentro do carro.

- Olha pra frente, ômega. – ele mandou, vendo Harry olhando pra câmera com o rostinho choroso.

- Papai, vem pra casa. – ele tremia, gemendo alto e arranhando os lençóis.

- Tá doendo muito, não é? Você precisa que alguém te ajude, bebê. Seja bom pra mim, deixa o Will usar seu rabinho, deixa ele te aliviar. Papai vai ficar aqui olhando o tempo todo, sim?

- Não. – Harry desviou o olhar. – Papai mau.

- Que feio, Harry. Eu não sou mau, estou tentando ajudar você, aliviar sua dor. Não seja ingrato.

- Papai é mau sim! Me deixou sozinho! – Harry esbravejou, uma nova onda de dor lhe tomando o fazendo revirar os olhos e se empinar chorando.

- Harry, chega! Eu estou dizendo o que é melhor pra você e tudo que você tem que fazer é aceitar! Você sabe que eu sempre sei o que é melhor pra você. – brigou, vendo Harry assentir com um bico contrariado nos lábios.

- Will, quero que suba na cama e esfregue seu pau na bunda dele. Beije a bochecha dele e o deixe sentir seu cheiro.

- Louis... – William exitou.

- Agora.

- Me promete que nada vai ficar diferente. – William disse se ajoelhando atrás de Harry.

- Eu prometo. Faça.

- Eu quero o papai. – Harry choramingou.

- Sim, Hazzy, eu sei. – William disse, as mãos ao lado da cabeça de Harry e o pau semi ereto esfregando em sua bunda coberta pelo shorts molhado. Ele esfregou o nariz na bochecha de Harry, que gemeu alto enlouquecido pelo cheiro que ele tinha, o cheiro do seu alfa.

- O cheiro do papai. – choramingou.

- Sim amor, ele está com o cheiro do papai. Viu? Eu disse que ele vai cuidar de você até eu chegar.

- Papai, tá doendo muito. – seus olhos estavam grudados na tela do celular, analisando o semblante excitado que Louis tinha.

- Will, tira a roupa dele. – Mandou, vendo ele pensar alguns segundos antes de obedecer, puxando o shorts pra fora com as mãos trêmulas. Louis admirou o modo que seu irmão olhava fixamente pra bunda molhada do seu ômega, sabendo que ele desejava ver o buraquinho babado. – Abre a bunda dele, Will. Olha o cuzinho dele, veja o quão molhado meu ômega fica. – William apenas obedeceu, olhando hipnotizado pro cuzinho contraindo, brilhando.

- Então o cheirinho de pêssego era seu, Harry? Docinho demais. – William apertou as bandas de leve, mordendo o lábio inferior.

- Ele também tem gosto doce, sabia, Will? Lambe ele, sente como o buraquinho dele é macio, como o gosto é tão bom que não dá vontade de parar de lamber e cuspir, de judiar por horas seguidas.

- Não quero! Quero só o papai. – Harry brigou.

- Se continuar desse jeito não terá o papai e vai passar a merda do cio sozinho. Respeite o William e agradeça à ele por aceitar ajudar você, cachorrinho. Agora.

- Não.

- Will, bate nele. Forte, quero ver ele gritar.

- Ele gosta de apanhar? – Will perguntou com a respiração engatada, sentindo o pau já duro não conseguindo entender como estava assim com tão pouco.

- Ele ama apanhar, Will. Ele gosta de ser tratado como a putinha do papai. Agora ele vai ser a putinha do maninho também, do jeitinho que ele gosta de chamar você, estou certo?

- Sim. – William disse assentindo, espalmando um tapa forte contra a bunda branca de Harry.

- Porra! – Harry gemeu gritado e William sentiu seu cérebro girar, olhando pra Louis num pedido mudo para bater de novo, vendo ele assentir antes de dar outra pancada, e mais outra, vendo Harry se empinando submisso. Seus tapas eram firmes contra a pele branca, não desviando o olhar nem sequer por um segundo, hipnotizado pela derme se tornando cada vez mais vermelha, os pelinhos todos arrepiados.

- Meu deus! – Harry gemeu, esfregando o rosto contorcido em prazer nos lençóis, a bunda se empinando cada vez mais inconscientemente.

- Lambe ele, Will. – Louis disse rouco, ficando maluco de tesão de ver seu irmãozinho brincando com o seu ômega. William se abaixou e colocou a língua pra fora, sentindo sua boca encher d’água antes de dar a primeira lambida, gemendo com o gosto, sentindo Harry jogar o rabinho pra trás pedindo por mais, não sendo capaz de negar aquele pedido velado, passando a esfregar a língua por todo buraquinho, gemendo e apertando a bunda sensível pelos tapas, deixando ela toda aberta.

- Está gostando, amor? Hum? O maninho faz tão bem quanto o papai? – Louis tinha um sorriso diabólico no rosto, tirando uma das mãos do volante pra apertar o pau duro dentro da calça social.

- Melhor que o papai não. – negou gemendo alto, sentindo William soltar um rosnado fraco contra sua bunda, fazendo Louis perceber que ele dizia só pra agrada-lo.

- Seja sincero, bebê. Não minta pra mim, você sabe que o papai sempre sabe quando você está mentindo.

- Desculpa papai, sim, muito bom. – Harry apertou os lençóis. – Eu posso tocar no maninho, papai? – Perguntou envergonhado, esperando Louis assentia antes de levar a mão até os cabelos de William, o pressionando contra sua bunda.

- Eu estou tão orgulhoso de vocês dois. – Louis mordeu o lábio inferior. – Pede pro Will enfiar os dedos em você, bebê, pede.

- Não. – Harry negou baixinho recebendo um olhar raivoso de repreensão vindo de Louis, o fazendo engolir em seco. - Maninho. – Harry rebolou contra a sua língua, respirando fundo ainda envergonhado. – Você pode me dar seus dedos? – Sussurrou inseguro, um medo estranho o afetando, medo de Louis brigar consigo.

- Peça direito, Harry. Nós sabemos que você é uma putinha necessitada, não tente agir diferente. – Louis disse firme.

- Will, você pode por favor enfiar seus dedos no meu rabinho? Eu preciso tanto disso. – Harry mordeu as bochechas vermelhas, olhando o sorriso orgulhoso de Louis pelo telefone.

Louis observou William afastar os lábios da bunda de Harry e esfregar os dedos no cuzinho babado, repreendendo o mesmo. - William. Fale com ele, não dê tudo que ele quer, quando ele quer. Depois ele fica mimado e quem vai ter trabalho pra corrigir sou eu. – Eles fizeram contato visual e ele pôde notar a respiração desregulada do irmão. – Não se prive de nada, maninho. Não vou me chatear, estou te dando permissão pra fazer o que quiser com o meu ômega. Gosta de sexo bruto, Will? Faça com ele. Gosta de bater? Pode bater. Gosta de foder forte? Machuque o rabo dele. Nada está fora dos limites, não é, Harry? O que você fala pro papai quando é demais?

- Eu falo minha palavra. – Harry choramingou. – Eu preciso de algo papai, tá doendo, eu tô tão vazio. – Harry fez bico.

- Diga pro maninho, Harry. Se explique.

- Will. – Harry começou baixinho. – Quando eu não quero mais eu falo pro papai minha palavra, que é ursinho. Porque eu gosto muito de ursinhos. – Ele escondeu o rosto nos lençóis. – O maninho pode me foder, não pode? Eu preciso de você já que o papai é muito, muito mau. – Ele juntou as sobrancelhas.

- Papai não é mau com você, Harry. – Dessa vez foi William a repreender. – Ele estava trabalhando e eu estou aqui pra você. Faça e fale o que quiser, mas não me diminua. Eu não aceito que ninguém não me deseje de verdade. – Ele tinha o semblante fechado, bravo. – Me diga que me quer, Harry. Admita que me deseja, me peça desculpas e não seja idiota ao ponto de falar nada que me faça sair por aquela porta e deixar você chorando de dor sozinho. – William tinha o maxilar travado e as unhas cravadas nos quadris de Harry, que gemia e revirava os olhos pela maneira que ele falou consigo, sentindo-se humilhado, exatamente como ele gostava.

- Me desculpa, maninho. Eu fui ruim com você, eu posso te fazer me perdoar. – Harry olhou por cima dos ombros, arrepiando com o olhar escuro de William o intimidando. – Posso te recompensar? O que quer que eu faça? Faço tudo pelo seu perdão e pra ter nem que seja um pouquinho de você. – fez bico, os olhos marejados.

Louis por sua vez, sorria largo vendo a interação dos dois. – Ele sabe chupar um pau como ninguém, Will. Ele engole tudo, leva até o fundo da garganta e não se importa quando dói. Harry é uma boa vagabunda, sabe muito bem que tem que aguentar tudo pra ser perdoado. Não sabe, bichinho?

- Sei papai, eu sei. Maninho, você quer usar minha boca? Você pode, eu prometo ser bom. – Ele gemeu alto apertando os lençóis entre os dedos e pressionando as coxas, uma nova onda de dor e calor se fazendo presente. – Por favor. – disse com a voz embargada, lágrimas gordas saindo de seus olhos pressionados. – Papai pede pra ele deixar, papai! – ele se retorcia no colchão, a lubrificação escorrendo entre as coxas juntas.

- O que acha, Will? Pode deixar meu bebê ter seu pau? – Louis parou no semáforo, ficando um pouco frustrado por perceber o engarrafamento.

William se levantou e retirou todas suas roupas, voltando pra cama. - Venha, Harry. – se deitou ao seu lado, as pernas na direção do celular. – Me convença a foder você.

- Não tape a câmera, Harry. Quero ver sua boca mamando meu irmão. – Louis suspirou, levando as mãos até a calça social, abrindo com pressa e tirando o pau dolorido de tão duro pra fora, agradecendo pelos vidros do carro serem completamente pretos. – Senta na cara dele amor, sim? – ele resmungou frustrado, tendo que andar coisa de três metros com o carro e parar de novo, voltando a atenção para os dois.

William segurou as coxas de Harry com firmeza, não deixando que as mesmas apetassem sua cabeça, lambendo as bolas pesadas do ômega. Harry rebolava em seu rosto, tentando fazer sua língua deslizar até o rabo necessitado, choramingando. – Papai, presta atenção em mim. – chamou por Louis que dirigia mais um pouquinho pela estrada paralisada.

- Deixe seu papai orgulhoso, filhote. Use sua boca para mostrar como você é bom e o quanto merece nossos paus. – Mandou, finalmente segurando o cacete entre os dedos, subindo e descendo o punho lentamente, suspirando pesado vendo seu ômega assentir o olhando com os olhos pidões enquanto expunha a língua quente, úmida e macia, lambendo a cabecinha do caralho fodidamente dolorido e molhado de William, sentindo o gosto suave da pré porra, gemendo abertamente ao se sentir entorpecido pelo sabor novo. Segurou a base e abocanhou a cabeça toda, revirando os olhos e gemendo com ele na boca quando William lambeu uma faixa gorda no meio de sua bunda. Ele lhe deu um tapa forte na bunda e rosnou excitado, passando a meter a língua pra dentro do cuzinho que piscava implorando pra ser alargado e preenchido, maltratado e usado até sua bunda formigar em plena exaustão. Harry cravou as unhas nas coxas grossas de William, descendo a boca devagar enquanto mantinha contato visual com Louis, engolindo tudo e o sentindo latejar em sua garganta, sorrindo ladino para seu alfa, pedindo silenciosamente por elogios.

- Bom pra caralho bichinho, papai não vê a hora de chegar pra ter o aperto gostoso da sua garganta. Mama ele amor, fode sua garganta pro papai ver. – Louis falava com a respiração engatada, apertando o pau entre os dedos bem na cabecinha, imaginando a garganta pequena de Harry o esmagando.

- Que rabo gostoso, Hazzy. – William rosnou atrás de si, lhe dando um tapa leve bem em cima do cuzinho, o fazendo gemer e tombar a cabeça em sua coxa, masturbando Will devagarinho. – Pede pra eu foder você gatinho, pede pra mim. – Rosnou, cuspindo em cima do buraquinho que escorria lubrificação, deixando William molhado no queixo, pescoço e peitoral, fazendo uma tremenda bagunça. – Está me molhando igual um cachorrinho bebê, precisa tanto de mim, não precisa? – Gemeu rouco. – Lou, está gostando de me ver usar seu bichinho? – Riu sádico, começando a entrar na fantasia insana do irmão.

- Pra caralho, maninho. Só me decepcionando com nosso brinquedo, está tão burrinho, não consegue nem te responder. Você deveria estar vendo o rostinho dele, ele quer tanto oferecer o cuzinho apertado pra você brincar mas está tão vermelho, tão envergonhado. – Louis gemia com um sorriso ladino, vendo Harry mamar na cabecinha do pau como um bebê em sua chupeta, querendo mais e mais da pré porra gostosa.

- Não sou burrinho papai, mas é muito gostoso, não quero parar de engolir ele. – Protestou, rebolando a bunda de um lado pro outro. – Maninho, me abre? Me fode com seus dedos, quero ficar bem aberto pra você, sim? Você faz? – Choramingou logo voltando a mamar a cabecinha, masturbando com firmeza, querendo tirar o máximo de pré porra que conseguisse, implorando pra engolir tudinho. Will mordeu sua bunda com força, o fazendo gritar alto assustado, metendo dois dedos pra dentro dele de uma vez, indo até o fundo, empurrando o máximo de podia, girando eles.

- Seja bom pra mim Harry, pare de apertar meus dedos desse jeito, me deixe te abrir. – disse ficando maluco com a maneira dolorida que Harry pulsava em si, rebolando com as pernas tremendo.

- Filhotinho, quero que esfregue seus peitos no pau do maninho. Cuspa nele e molhe bastante seus peitos, quero te ver bem molhadinho e sujo pra mim. – Louis mandou vendo Harry assentir, os cabelos começando a grudar na testa suada. Ele segurou o pau e cuspiu com abundância, masturbando ele, deixando todo molhado antes de esfregar por todo o rostinho, batendo com ele em suas bochechas e na língua, se esfregando no pau como um gatinho manhoso. Cuspiu de novo, finalmente esfregando ele nos peitos médios, inchados pelo cio. Esfregou a cabecinha nos mamilos durinhos, vendo Louis se masturbando mais rápido e sentindo William passar a meter os dedos em si, fundo, forte e lento, o fazendo delirar com as sensações.

- Papai, mostra seu pau pra mim? Por favor, me deixa ver você se tocando? – ele gemia deixando lágrimas escorrerem dos seus olhos. – Maninho, me abre mais, coloca mais dentro de mim. – Ele começou a se jogar contra as estocadas, sentindo mais um dedo escorregar pra dentro de si.

- Vou deixar você largo, Harry, pronto pra receber meu pau quando eu quiser. – William rosnou, estocando agora quatro dedos no cuzinho pulsante, a lubrificação de Harry escorrendo por seu braço. Sugou as bolas dele, mamando nelas, engolindo a lubrificação que as deixavam escorregadias.

- Will, abre o rabo dele até ter espaço pra nós dois. – Louis rosnou mudando a posição da câmera, fazendo seu pau aparecer nela e jogando o banco pra trás, mostrando desde seu rosto até o cacete molhado com as bolas pesadas pra fora da calça. – O que acha disso, filhote? Consegue aguentar nós dois ou é um bichinho imprestável?

- Eu aguento papai, aguento sim! Maninho, eu preciso muito muito do seu pau, você pode me dar? Papai, ele pode me dar? – choramingava desesperado. – Vou agradar vocês dois, prometo que vou. – se desesperou com os olhos grudados no pau grande e grosso de Louis enquanto voltava a foder sua própria garganta no de William, que era tão grosso quanto o do alfa, o fazendo imaginar o quanto teria que se abrir e esticar pra abrigar os dois dentro de si como o bom bichinho que era.

- Não sei, Will, você acha que ele merece seu pau? Acha que ele mamou direitinho? – Louis perguntou com um tom de desdém.

- Na verdade não. Já tive muito melhores, sendo sincero. – Disse com um sorriso ladino, vendo a pele de Harry se arrepiar. – Não se esforçou nem um pouco pra me agradar, só está esperando que eu foda ele, o que é bem triste. Você me ofereceu ele dizendo que ele era tão bom, estou decepcionado. – ele abriu os dedos dentro do rabo pulsando, arrancando um gemido gritado de Harry.

Harry rosnou baixo, irritado por não ter o pau socando fundo em si, frustrado por estar com dor e estar sendo negligenciado.

- Você rosnou pra gente, Harry? Você realmente fez isso? – Louis rosnou de volta, completamente irritado. – Mimado do caralho. – Subiu a câmera e a deixou apenas no seu rosto, assistindo Harry negar com a cabeça e começar a chorar.

- Não papai, por favor me deixa te ver. – Soluçou, ainda mais frustrado. – Desculpa!

- Cala a boca Harry, não quero ouvir nenhuma palavra vinda de você. Mau criado, você é burro! Burro! – ele socou o volante. – William, faz o que quiser com ele. Apenas faça para machucar. Realmente machucar.

- Fica quieto agora! – William mandou empurrando ele deitado no colhão, subindo em cima de si acima do peito, segurando os cachos com força e enfiando o pau fundo em sua garganta passando a estocar contra sua boca. – Você é patético. – William riu, lhe dando um tapa forte no rosto molhado de lágrimas, sentindo ele batendo os pés contra o colchão. – É assim que se engole um pau, Harry. Quando alguém é bom em te dar um cacete pra você se aliviar, você engole ele independente se machuca ou não. Você mama seu papai com toda essa má vontade? – Ele puxou a cabeça de Harry pra trás o deixando respirar antes de se empurrar pra dentro de novo, trepando com sua boca com rispidez. – Aguente comigo, Harry, aguente e eu vou te dar o que você tanto quer. – ele segurou o celular e virou a câmera, deixando posicionada no rostinho choroso e vermelho engolindo seu pau com relutância. Empurrou até encostar na garganta, completamente dentro da cavidade apertada, levando a mão livre e fazendo um carinho com o indicador da testa até a pontinha do nariz bonito. Harry fechou os olhos aproveitando o toque gostoso, tentando se concentrar em respirar pelo nariz, abrindo os olhos e os arregalando quando William usou o indicador e o dedão pra apertar seu nariz, o impedindo de conseguir qualquer resquício de oxigênio. – Veja seu bichinho ser castigado, Lou. – Disse gemendo rouco, passando e ir e voltar com o cacete dentro da boca dele devagar, sempre metendo a cabecinha bem no fundo. – Quantos segundos você acha que ele aguenta, Lou?

- Quinze. – Louis sorriu orgulhoso, apreciando Harry tão vulnerável.

- Quinze, Harry. – ele empurrou até o fundo e manteve ali, Harry passando a tentar empurra-lo pra longe com as mãos desesperadas. - Um. Dois. Três. Quatro. Cinco. Se continuar tentando sair, vai ter mais quinze. – avisou, vendo Harry parar de empurrar a contra gosto. – Seis. Sete. Oito. Nove. Dez. Onze. Doze. Treze. Quatorze. Quinze. – William soltou seu nariz e tirou o pau de dentro da boca dele, o assistindo puxar o ar agoniado.

- Agora você vai passar a obedecer a gente, filhotinho? – Louis perguntou sorrindo, esfregando o dedão por toda a cabeça molhada de pré porra.

- Foi perfeito pra mim, Hazzy, você sabe disso, não sabe? – William passou a acariciar sua bochecha, limpando suas lágrimas. – Muito, muito bom. – Levou o dedão até os lábios molhados de saliva, o esfregando entre eles.

- Sei, maninho. Vou obedecer. – disse sentindo sua cabeça girando ainda tentando recuperar a respiração.

- Obrigado por me ajudar a adestrar ele, Will. – Louis riu nasalado.

- Agora eu posso ter seu pau, maninho? Por favor. – Choramingou, beijando a pontinha do dedão que brincava entre seus lábios.

- Ele pode, Lou? O que você acha? – William sorriu ladino, vendo Harry se desesperar lentamente.

- Eu acho, sim. O que você está sentindo, Harry? Fale pro papai.

- Meu rabinho tá doendo muito, papai, meu pau também, tá muito duro. Por favor, minha barriga está muito vazia e eu preciso muito muito de filhotinhos, preciso ficar cheio papai, preciso muito. – Choramingou, pressionando uma coxa na outra.

- Me deixe ver seu pau entrando no buraquinho dele, Will. – Ditou.

William saiu de cima de Harry, parando ao seu lado. – De quatro. – Espalmou um tapa ardido contra seu peitinho, ficando maluco ao ver ele balançar. – Hm, que peitinho bom amor. – Enquadrou a câmera nos peitos dele, puxando e torcendo os mamilos, batendo e os deixando bem vermelhos. Harry gemia e revirava os olhos, apertando mais as coxas e arqueando as costas, a boca aberta sem emitir nada, tremendo mais e mais a cada tapa.

- Esses peitos são bons demais Will, não vejo a hora de engravidar ele, poder mamar o leite o quanto eu quiser, vai ser tão doce, consegue imaginar?

- Vai ter que dividir comigo, Louis, não vou perder a chance de mamar bem gostoso nele. – Ele cuspiu em cima dos peitos, espalhando a saliva neles e passando a apertar os montinhos com a mão cheia.

- Vou amar dividir ele com você maninho, eu uso um e você outro, fazendo ele deixar a gente muito bem alimentados. – Louis grunhiu.

- Papai, maninho, por favor. – Harry chamou os dois, achando que nenhum deles estava dando a devida atenção que ele queria. – Eu vou dar meu leite pra vocês, prometo, só por favor maninho, me dá seu pau, por favor. – ele começou a chorar, esfregando os olhos com os dedos, completamente manhoso e frustrado. – Papai, vem pra casa, preciso muito do seu nó, por favor, por favor.

- Oh meu amor, está tudo bem. – William sentiu uma pontada de pena, afagando seus cabelos e filmando o choro dele para Louis.

- Que bonitinho, chorando porque ninguém te usou ainda, bichinho? É isso? – Louis riu. – Não tenha dó dele, Will, ele é só uma coisinha viciada em pau, não consegue ficar um dia sem se abrir todo em mim, não é, meu ômega?

- Papai... – Harry chorou mais, cobrindo o rosto com as mãos. – Por favor, está doendo muito!

- Deixe-me ver você chorar, Harry. – Louis mandou. – Sabe que eu odeio que você esconda meu rostinho de mim.

- Muito mais bonito assim. – William aprovou, vendo Harry descobrir o rosto, o semblante entregando o quão frustrado está. – Vou te dar o que você quer, Hazzy. – William girou seu quadril, o deixando deitado de bruços, se encaixando entre as pernas abertas. Ele deitou o tronco sob as costas de Harry, ficando apoiado com a mão ao lado de sua cabeça e com a outra mudando para a câmera frontal, gravando o seu rosto e o de Harry. – Empina seu rabo pra mim, bebê. – Sussurrou contra seu ouvido, sentindo a bunda gostosa esfregando em seu pau. Mordeu o lóbulo de sua orelha, lambendo e sugando pra dentro da boca, descendo os beijos por sua bochecha e lambendo, sentindo o salgado das lágrimas. Ele mordeu sua mandíbula e beijou, lambeu o pescoço e sugou a pele.

- Beija seu maninho, Harry, me deixe ver. – Louis rosnou excitado, vendo Harry virar a cabeça o máximo que pôde pela posição. William se aproximou, lambendo os lábios de Harry, puxando o inferior entre os dentes antes de afundar a língua dentro da boca quente, a língua macia enrolando na sua. – Vocês são totalmente meus. – Louis rosnou mais alto, fazendo William sorrir provocativo em meio ao beijo molhado.

William separou o beijo devagar, lambendo os lábios abertos de Harry e seguindo a vontade que o sufocou, fazendo um bico com os lábios e deixando sua saliva escorrer pra dentro da boca dele, o vendo fechar a mesma e engolir.

- Obrigado, maninho. – Harry agradeceu olhando fixamente no fundo de seus olhos.

- Porra. – Louis xingou, jogando a cabeça pra trás no encosto do banco e apertando a base do pau, tentando não gozar.

William se ajeitou nos joelhos, mudando pra câmera traseira e gravando a bunda de Harry e a grande mancha molhada que ele deixou nos lençóis. – Fica de quatro, Hazzy. – Espalmou um tapa forte em sua bunda, o fazendo gritar e se colocar de quatro, bunda pra cima e tronco na cama. – Vou foder seu ômega sem camisinha, Louis. O que meu irmão acha disso? – Perguntou com um sorriso ladino, batendo a cabeça do pau no cuzinho, o fazendo contrair implorando pra ser fodido.

- Eu acho uma delícia, maninho. Quero ver ele cheio com a sua porra, escorrendo até as bolas. – Louis disse firme, ouvido Harry gemer alto.

- Mas e se o maninho me engravidar, papai? E se ele colocar filhotes na minha barriguinha? – Harry falou manhoso.

- E desde quando você se importa, bichinho? – Louis disse rude. – Você vai ter os meus filhotes Harry, e se acontecer, terá os de William também. Você é meu brinquedo e eu decido o que acontece com você e com seu corpo, porque tudo em você é minha propriedade.

- Agora cala a boca, bebê. Só quero ouvir você gemendo e gritando. – William disse empurrando o pau pra dentro, entrando no buraquinho devagar, deixando que Louis acompanhasse cada milímetro que ele engolia. – Que buraco bom, Harry. Que porra de buraco bom, nem parece que fica aberto no cacete do seu papai toda noite. – Grunhiu, enrolando a mão nos cabelos dele e estocando até o fundo, sua pelve encostando na borda inchada.

- Maninho! – Harry gemeu gritado, seu rabo ardendo pra se abrir todo. – Meu deus, meu deus! – Choramingou se empinando mais. – Me fode por favor, por favor, Will! – Harry esticou as mãos acima da cabeça apertando os lençóis entre os dedos, revirando os olhos e sentindo seu baixo ventre ardendo em necessidade.

William puxou sua cabeça pra trás, tirando o cacete e empurrando até o fundo, passando a estocar forte, fundo e lento, deixando Harry cada vez mais insano, precisando de mais. Will é diferente do seu papai, ele mete até as bolas, é rude, fazendo seu corpo solavancar pra frente e pra trás, enquanto seu papai era bruto e metia rápido e forte, como se precisasse consumir cada célula de si com urgência. William apreciava o aperto e não dava descanso em sua próstata inchada, tirando seus sentidos enquanto Louis o fazia virar um bichinho mole e desmiolado. Ambos o destruíam, de maneiras diferentes e igualmente boas.

- Caralho. – William rosnou.

- Usa ele pra gozar Will, faça dele seu brinquedo. – Louis Grunhiu irritado quando ouviu as buzinas atrás de si, só então percebendo que finalmente a estrada foi liberada e estava pronto para ir para a casa. – Me deixe ver o rostinho dele. – pediu ajeitando o pau dentro das calças, começando a dirigir novamente.

William apoiou o celular entre o colchão e a cabeceira novamente, deixando na câmera frontal. Apoiou os cotovelos ao lado da cabeça de Harry e gemeu rente a sua orelha, voltando a estocar forte, rebolando os quadris e surrando sua próstata. – Olhe pro seu papai amor. Você não se sente sujo em estar sendo fodido pelo seu maninho enquanto seu papai só assiste? – William provocou, segurando em seu queixo com uma das mãos e levando três dedos pra dentro da sua boca, sentido ele gemendo enquanto babava neles. – Mama meus dedos enquanto seu papai não chega pra te dar mais um cacete, bebê. – Grunhiu beijando sua bochecha, passando a língua por toda ela, olhando diretamente para Louis.

- Eu chego em dez minutos no máximo, e quero você pronto pra me mamar, Harry. Lembre disso, não quero que ouse gozar antes de me ter. – Louis instruiu. – Will, continua usando a boquinha dele, não deixe ela vazia. Enfie até a garganta, não deixe ele se acostumar a não ter nada dentro dela, não quero ter que suportar ele tentando se acostumar. Quero chegar e empurrar até a garganta sem que ele reclame uma vez sequer.

- Não vai ter nenhuma relutância da parte dele, Louis. Eu garanto, estou deixando todos seus buracos bem abertos só pra você chegar e usar. – William sorriu. – Não é, Hazzy? Seu maninho está deixando você muito bem aberto, concorda? – Perguntou inalando o cheiro dele, sentindo-o cada vez mais forte enquanto ele gemia cada vez mais alto, tirando os dedos da boca dele para que ele respondesse.

- Muito aberto maninho, pronto pro papai. – disse com a voz fodida. – Papai, ele é muito bom. – choramingou . – Eu deveria ter vergonha? – fez bico com os olhos marejados, vendo Louis assentir.

- Deveria sim, bichinho. Está gemendo igual uma puta com o cacete do meu irmão no rabo, não acha que deveria se envergonhar por isso? – Louis respondeu falsamente.

- Não quero mais então, não quero mais maninho! Não quero! – brigou, tentando fugir de William, fazendo o pau dele sair de dentro de si.

- Cala a boca, porra! – William tapou a boca dele e o nariz, metendo o pau pra dentro e estocando com raiva, o fazendo gritar abafado contra sua mão e revirar os olhos, molhando toda sua palma com baba e lágrimas gordas. – Mau criado! Eu disse que não quero você me rejeitando, sua puta burra! – William gritava e rosnava contra sua bochecha, fazendo ele delirar em prazer. – Você só serve pra trepar, omegazinho, só pra isso. Como se sente sabendo disso? Só a porra de um buraco mais nada. – disse firme, sentindo o rabo de apertar com força, pulsando e expulsando quantidades absurdas de lubrificação, pingando de tanto tesão. – Você está me sujando todo, Harry, está pingando por mim, como pode dizer que não me quer? Seu rabo está implorando pelo meu pau, coisinha burra.

- Ele é muito idiota quando quer, Will. Acha que pode me enganar, dizer que não me quer quando a bunda vaza tanto que mancha tudo que encosta e o cheiro me deixa enjoado de tão forte. – Louis se divertia vendo Harry chorar compulsivamente. – Quer os dedos dele na sua boca, Harry? – observou Harry assentir desesperado. – Dê à ele. – mandou, vendo William obedecer e passar a estocar os dedos contra a boca babada, o pescoço todo molhado de saliva. – Isso Will, mantenha a nossa puta bem cheia. Já estou chegando.

- Viu, Harry? Seu papai está chegando, amor. Vai ter finalmente dois paus dentro do seu rabo, você quer tanto isso, não quer? – William rosnou, rindo ao vê-lo assentir tão desesperadamente, cuspindo em sua bochecha. Ele tirou os dedos de dentro da boca dele o ouvindo gritar os gemidos, cuspindo três vezes em seus dedos antes de empurrar eles cheio de saliva pra dentro da boca de novo, o sentindo mamar e sugar os dedos como pôde, querendo engolir toda sua saliva. – Você é tão nojento amor. – esfregou o nariz em sua bochecha babada, sentindo o baixo ventre contrair e começando a estocar rápido e forte, sentindo as pernas de Harry tremendo, querendo ceder por tamanha estimulação. – Vou usar você sempre que eu quiser, sabia? Será que seu papai deixa? Posso te usar de brinquedinho, sempre que seu papai estiver trabalhando eu posso te amarrar e te foder, mesmo que você não queira. Amarrado e amordaçado pra não me irritar, vou te abrir com meu pau e gravar, mandar pro seu papai seu rabo sendo fodido, seu rostinho chorando, sua garganta esticada no meu pau, seu cuzinho todo largo e frouxo de tanto ser comido, expulsando minha porra pra fora.

- Vou gostar tanto de ter meu bichinho sempre aberto pra mim, Will. Não vou mais precisar perder tempo abrindo o rabo dele pra usar, vai estar sempre pronto pra me receber, mesmo que você já tenha usado até inchar e ficar dolorido, sei que ele vai aguentar ser usado por mim também. É só pra isso que ele serve, afinal, existindo só pra me fazer gozar. – Louis aprovou com um sorriso no rosto, vendo Harry com os olhos fechados e revirados, apreciando ser tratado e subjugado dessa forma.

- Que ótimo, Lou, prometo que ele vai ser muito bem aproveitado. – William grunhiu, assistindo Louis sair do carro já na garagem. Ele subia as escadas, ainda conectado na chamada. Harry não havia percebido, estava com os olhos fechados mamando os dedos em sua boca e concentrado em não gozar, seu pau estava inchado e as bolas doloridas e roxas, seu cérebro já não passava de uma gelatina. – Olha pra frente, Harry. Olhe seu papai. – William sussurrou, rindo ao ver Harry arregalar os olhos quando percebeu que Louis estava parado na porta do quarto, tirando os dedos de sua boca e o permitindo olhar pra trás.

- Papai! Papai! – Harry o chamou com as mãos, desesperado por ele.

- Oi bichinho. – Louis desligou a chamada, indo até Harry na cama. – Como meu filhotinho está? – ele se abaixou até Harry, beijando seus lábios completamente babados.

Continuação.

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mearpsdyke · 2 years

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le voy a likear las historias a chiara singarella hasta que ella me de bola.

#como si no tuviera otras 1000 tortas detrás pero bueno!!!!#zyan ted talks

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patito-oward · 11 months

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The Picture of Domesticity

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Summary: A look into domestic boyfriend Pato, and some serious conversations being had.

WC: 1.1k

As the night starts to cool down and you lounge in the pool of your San Antonio home, the smell of poblanos and tortas filled the air. You watch as your gorgeous boyfriend stands attentively at the grill. When you first met him, he was living as a model bachelor, swore the only thing he knew how to cook was eggs, but you’ve brought out the domestic side of him.

“I can feel you staring, amor.” You can hear the shit eating grin in his voice.

“What can I say, I like the view.” He’s got a gorgeous glow to him, the kind that only comes from spending a day in the sun. He’s dressed only in his swim shorts which cling to him in an obscene manner. You climb out of the pool and head towards him.

“Los poblanos están listo” He sets down a plate full of stuffed peppers in front of you.

“Ooh, thank you, baby!” You’re starving and his poblanos are always delicious. You grab one and immediately choke it back out having burnt your mouth.

Your boyfriend immediately starts chuckling.

“Pato!” You shout, “It’s not funny, it hurt.” You put on your best pouty face even though you’re trying not to laugh yourself.

“Lo siento, baby,” He steps towards you and kisses your pouting lips. “I just took them off the grill.”

You kiss him again, humming when he pulls you to him, when he pulls away, “One more kiss and I’ll forgive you.”

“As you wish,” he mumbled before pulling you in for one last kiss. Your hands wrap around his neck and you gently pull at the short hairs there making him groan into your mouth.

When you pull away both of you have labored breathing. “You’re a tease,” He says.

You laugh and then a chill runs through your body. Although you’re unsure if it’s from the incredible kiss or the cool air and your wet clothes, but either way you grab the oversized “fast hands” pullover and put it on.

He pulls the tortas off and shuts the grill off. The two of you eat dinner together and talk about everything and nothing. The season has just ended and having him home everyday still feels new.

After dinner you pick up the dishes and bring them inside, planning on starting the dishwasher and then settling down for the night. Instead, as you’re rinsing plates, a pair of arms wrap around you.

He pulls you back into him and begins swaying his hips with yours. “Have I told you it drives me absolutely loco when you wear my merch.”

You laugh at him softly, your hair was still a mess from your day spent in the pool, and your face burnt. “Haha.”

“Mi amor, I’m not kidding.” He starts kissing a line from your jaw to your collarbone. “I’m so lucky to have you, everyday I’m afraid I’ll wake up and it’s all a dream. And to have you walking around with my name on your back, letting everyone know you’re mine? Nothing sexier.” His voice has turned into a low drawl, and you’ve completely melted into his chest. “Come watch the rest of the sunset with me.”

“I’m doing the dishes, I want to get them done.”

“We’ll do them together later.”

“But you cooked.” He just won a championship you should be the one doting over him.

“I don’t care, I’ll do everything if it’ll make you happier, but please come watch the sunset with me.”

You give in and walk back outside. You sit down on one of the pool lounges, and Pato sits behind you and pulls you to his chest. Leaning your head back onto his chest and feeling his breathing relaxes you greatly. You sit together and watch the sunset in silence.

You glance up at him abc realize he’s staring at you. “We’re supposed to be watching the sunset.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if I wasn’t a driver?”

Turning to look at him, “What!?” you’re definitely shocked, there’s nothing Pato loves doing more than racing.

“I love racing, more than almost anything,” He starts, taking your hands in his. “but I don’t love how often I’m away, and I don’t love all of the extra commitments, and I certainly don’t love racing more than you.”

“I would never ask you to give up racing for me.”

“You’re not asking.” He looks out at the sunset for a moment. “It’s just, when I get to be home like this, and we don’t have to be separated every weekend, it makes me want it all the time.”

“Me too.” You confess.

“Come with me next year?”

“I can’t, Pato” Every week he begs you to call off work and come to the races with him, you’re able to make it to about half. “I have work, and there’s the house, and what about Rocky and Norbi?”

“Quit your job, I have more than enough money for the rest of our lives, the house can be left alone, I’ll have Elba come water the plants once a week, and Rocky and Norbi will come with us.” He’s getting an excited lift to his voice and you can tell he’s thought this all out. “Don’t say no yet, just think about it, please?”

You can see in his eyes that he’s hopeful and begging all at once, and there’s no way you could say no. “I don’t have to think about it. You better get a motor home big enough for 4.”

Joy instantly lights up his entire face and he pulls you into a kiss that’s mostly just teeth. “I can’t wait, I know you’ve been to races before but this is going to be so different. You’ll get to see and be a part of everything. Te amo mucho.”

“I love you, too” Your voice is soft and a little shaky, overcome with emotion and joy.

“Don’t cry, it’ll make me cry.” He’s smiling eye to eye. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy. All I want is to be with you forever. I’m going to marry you, make you a mom, grow old with you, whatever you want.”

He seals his incredible speech with a kiss, you can feel all the emotion that he’s putting into it. You know that traveling with him for the next season will not be a mistake, and will only bring the two of you impossibly closer.

You would’ve never pictured this to be your life. Especially not with the boy who picked you up in a bar with the cheesiest pick up line you’ve ever heard. But you couldn’t be happier about it.

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Thank you so much for reading! I know this was a little wild and didn’t have much of a plot, but I just love Pato so much. This is my first shot at writing in a while, so please give feedback!! I already have another story planned with a more conclusive plot and it should be longer.

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prentiss-theorem · 11 months

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Whispers of Spring

You take Melissa on a date to one of her favourite childhood spots.

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader

CW: kissing and a single swear word, that's it I guess

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1400+

A/N: Covers the "Flowers" square of @storiesofsvu birthday bingo! Written as a little gift for @maybe-a-humanbean <3

also tumblr being the hellsite it is keeps hiding a part of this fic and it looks like i just dropped it mid sentence, i promise it’s there it’s just the hellsite hellsiting 😭

“I told you it’s a surprise! You’re not getting any clues until we get there.” you laughed as Melissa rolled her eyes, though you could see the smile she tried to suppress making its way onto her face.

“Oh, come on, not even a single one? Dress code maybe?” she said trying to push you to give her any sort of idea where you were planning on taking her tonight.

“Something nice and comfy” you giggled “But don’t worry I’m not dragging you out for a hike.”

“Thank fuck, I think I’d have to break up with you if you did” the redhead laughed.

“Okay that’s a bit dramatic Schemmenti, don’t you think so?” you didn’t even try stopping your laughter as the older woman rolled her eyes, now standing up from her chair and placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You have been dating Melissa for close to a year now. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that this is what would happen when you first started working at Abbott. As it turns out the unapproachable woman was not that unapproachable after all, she just needed some time get used to the new teachers coming to the school, always wary of the young ones. You were more than happy to give her that space, trying to stay out of her way as much as you could so you wouldn’t make your way onto her red list. Janine told you there was no coming back from there and you weren’t about to take any chances.

And your tactic worked, it only took her a few weeks to warm up to you and realise you weren’t that bad after all. From there she would invite you to sit with her and Barb during lunch, which quickly progressed to her inviting you over for a dinner at her house.

After a few more weeks she gathered the courage to ask you out on a proper date, to which you happily agreed.

And here you are now, basically living in her house (which she didn’t complain about, she loved having you around, always bringing some life to her otherwise empty and quiet household), madly in love with the redhead, who was equally in love with you.

The two of you often opted for staying in for your date nights, preferring the comfort and peace of Melissa’s house (or less frequently your apartment) rather than surround yourself with strangers. This week though, you decided to plan something a little different. A little picnic date in a park that Melissa has previously mentioned to you, the same one she used to frequent as a child. Coming from a big family she would always be surrounded with her cousins, spending most of their summers together. One of her favourite memories from her childhood was going to Penn Treaty Park for a family picnic, spending the day basking in the summer sun and running around with the other kids. She’d treasure those memories, knowing they were far in the past and her family relationships became much more complicated as the time passed.

It would be a huge waste to not take the advantage of the sunny and warm spring evenings of Philadelphia, you were planning to make the most of it.

You spent the previous day preparing everything you needed at your apartment. You made sure to pack the picnic basket with everything that was necessary, only waiting to add the food the next day. You opted for a simple charcuterie board, choosing a selection Malissa’s favourite cheeses and meats accompanied by fresh grapes and figs. For dessert you made sure to get a little assortment of Italian treats, the very ones the redhead never stops talking about: a tiramisu, fresh pistachio cannoli and her beloved, Torta della Nonna. It wouldn’t be like you to not include some wine, carefully chosen by the store assistant as your wine knowledge was still lacking.

After school has ended the two of you parted your ways, heading to your respective residences to get ready for the evening. Your outfit of choice consisted of a simple floral dress, one that Melissa adored seeing you wear.

After placing everything in the boot of your car, making sure you didn’t forget anything you drove to your girlfriend’s house, pleasantly surprised to find the chronically late woman ready and waiting for you. The drive to the park was short, only taking about 30 minutes, and you were thankful for that as the redhead did not stop bashing you with questions where you were going. You looked at Melissa as you pulled into the parking lot, a wide smile spread across her face.

“Come on, we’re having a picnic in your favourite park” you said as you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, heading to the boot to take everything out. Your fingers interlocked with the older woman’s as you headed towards the entrance.

You walked through the park for a while, trying to find the most perfect spot to settle, the smile never leaving Melissa’s face. You finally settled under an old willow, across from a field filled with wildflowers, with a full view of Ben Franklin’s Bridge. You unfolded the blanket, laying it on the soft grass and proceeded to take out the food you brought one by one, while Melissa took her spot on the comfortable material.

You opened the wine, reassuring her that you were not the one to choose it, and poured each of you a glass before settling right next to your girlfriend. You chatted for what simultaneously felt like minutes and hours, taking bites of the delicacies you brought and sipping on the wine.

“Those flowers are beautiful, aren’t they” the redhead spoke, looking at the wildflower field spread ahead of your eyes.

“They really are” you smiled as you held her hand. In this exact moment an idea popped into your mind, one that you wouldn’t miss out on and your girlfriend definitely saw the moment of epiphany in your eyes, which caused her to raise her brow in question. You let go of the other woman’s hand and quickly stood up, practically running to the field.

“What are you doing?” Melissa chuckled as she watched you get further away from her.

“You’ll see in a second!” you shouted back, starting to pick some of the daisies growing from the ground. It only took a few minutes before you came back with a messily assembled bouquet that you gently laid on the blanket. Melissa raised her brow at you again, but you didn’t bother with a reply, instead you separated the long-stemmed flowers one by one, carefully platting them together until they formed a long chain.

“Hon, care to explain why you carry a sewing kit around?” the redhead questioned as you pulled out a not so small bag full of threads, needles and a questionably shaped pair of scissors.

“It’s my emergency sewing kit Mel, you never know when you need one!” you replied as you untangled the threads allowing you to cut a piece. “Like right now!” you added with a smile spread across your face.

“Emergency sewing kit?” the older woman chuckled as she watched you tie together the two ends of the flower string with a piece of thread “You really are an old lady at heart, aren’t you?”

You giggled in response, leaving a soft kiss on her lips as you finished securing the pieces together. You gently placed the daisy crown on top of her head, adjusting her softly curled hair as you did so.

“There we go” a blush creeped onto her face as you took in the beautiful sight in front of you, the flowers perfectly complimenting Melissa’s features. She cupped your cheek with her hand, slowly leaning in until your lips connected in a passionate kiss that continued until the need for air became too much causing you to separate. You rested your forehead against Melissa’s as both of you caught your breath.

“Thank you for this y/n” she whispered “I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect evening”

“You’re getting soft Schemmenti” you teased and kissed her again before she had a chance to fire any snarky remarks back at you, both of you smiling into the kiss.

You spent the rest of the evening snacking on the food as you were watching the sun receding in the horizon, filling the sky with a rainbow of colours. You stayed there until the sun completely set, the darkness starting to dominate the sky.

“Come on, it’s getting cold, let’s get out of here” you said in a hushed voice as your head rested on Melissa’s shoulder “I have more surprises waiting for you at home”.

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