#I’m a nervous laugher

[ssreeder]

Seeing you interact with Hella1975 or seeing her interact with you is very silly to me because in my head you both are like really popular humble niche internet celebrities for the same reason but also completely separated from each other so the idea of y’all knowing about each others existence is like the most insane crossover ever.

@hella1975 is an internet celebrity

I’m some random person with an iPad.

We are not the same… but i am honored to know her!! She is awesome & one of the nicest people I’ve interacted with so it’s really cool to have any kind of insane crossover with her!

*waves*

HI HELLA

YOU’RE AMAZING & I SWEAR IM GOING TO READ TAMS SOON AND ITS GOING TO CHANGE MY LIFE AHHHHH IM SCARED AND EXCITED!!!!! I’ll yell at you kindly the moment I do

[elsadventures]

it’s draft time!!!!

[nouearth]

lessons in kissing.

dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.

summary: dick and peter become your professors in kissing 101 (& more).

wc: 6.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!peter, top!dick, bottom!reader, handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, cum-swapping, mouth-fucking, threesome, unprotected rough!sex, reader's first time, characters are aged up!

notes: yeah, so um... this might be my dirtiest smut yet. this was also my first time writing a threesome soooo, i hope i did okay? thank you, anon!

request by: anonymous.

“you’re lying! you’ve really never kissed anyone before?”

“dude, like, ever?!” peter gasped, and you turned towards him, slowly nodding while you grew cautious of everyone’s confusion. 

“not even when you were in kindergarten?” you twisted your neck for the nth time at the sound of dick’s voice again, and shame unexpectedly crept onto you the more the two men collected their bafflement together.

your cheeks and neck flamed as they both stared at you, bewildered as if your confession was akin to an unmasking of a superhero—like a family of lemurs, a small one, you’d reckon.

“geez,” your hand clutched onto the can of sparkling water harder before downing it, ridding your insecurity in several hard and fizzy gulps. “if i knew i was going to be interrogated, i wouldn’t have told you guys in confidence.”

“no, it’s just…” a careful exchange was puzzled together by the two men. dick shrugged and peter stammered, following you into the kitchen of his apartment. “i mean, not to make you feel weird or anything, but you’re not ugly.”

“i- pete, was that supposed to be a compliment?” your eyes narrowed at him jokingly, maintaining the coldness of your gaze to break peter into nervous stammers. 

“w-what, no!“ he shook his head and approached you closer, a mixture of awkward laugher filling the feigned tension between the both of you. “wait- no, i mean, yes! it’s a compliment.”

you’ve always found it cute.

“i think what peter means is…” bouncy steps followed you two into the kitchen, more-so to sate his appetite for pizza after losing his tenth consecutive match on a game, but consider his curiosity piqued. a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese didn’t stop him from joining. “you’re handsome, he talks about it all the time.”

“dude...” peter grumbled and instinctively turned his body away out of your sight, sipping at nothing in his cup. the only fizz left was the glare he sent dick; like a sparkler on holiday festivities. 

“oops, my bad,” another bite, and dick took his cup of soda to gulp the grease down. “we find you handsome—though, i’m pretty sure (m/n) knew that since i hit on him when we first met.”

“god,” you laughed it off, picking the pizza box of gloopy cheese to take it in your mouth. “can you imagine? my first kiss being with you? or even peter?”

yes, you can imagine. those thoughts had run rampant since you met them in freshman year of university, expanded upon it even. what would it be like to date dick? how soft were his lips? and the same for peter. sometimes, you’d even think about making out while he was in his spider-man costume, but that fantasy was shamefully bookmarked into a deep abyss of thoughts, only sprouting when you would touch yourself at night.

“why?” peter turned back, almost offended, while dick’s laughter joined you, and you swear you can feel a draft from how quickly he twisted around. “is that weird?”

“kinda?” the conversation made you shift on your feet. it was more intimate than what you were used to, and they knew it too, judging by the way they both stared at you again—hyenas. “i mean, i guess it’s because we’re so close now, so…”

“pft, that never stopped me,“ it was like a magic spell drew that confession out of dick. your fingers would have to be cut to coerce that out of you, but you weren’t dick—shameless and confident, you admired it on good days. 

nonetheless, you and peter both gave dick a questioning look. offended would be a regular person’s first reaction, but from the brief exchange you and peter shared, it was unanimous that curiosity took the lead.

dick’s gaze shifted from you and peter, and when the silence drew out for longer than he would’ve thought, a welcoming draft in the room awaited his rebuttal. “come on- you seriously think i stopped thinking about you guys just because we’re best friends now?

“dude, you think about me?” peter’s eyes widened. it would’ve been hilarious if you weren’t involved. you would’ve passed this off as a banter, no more than that. 

you hated to admit it, but you felt yourself throb at this revelation. blood rushed downwards in light speed and you were barely conscious to the drone of peter and dick’s chatter, but you shook it off, laughing at their banters like you aways did.

the day went on like usual. peter’s collection of video games kept you guys entertained for a few hours. when you felt fatigued from mashing your thumb onto the buttons for the ninth match, a walk downtown sufficed. laughing and bantering were the core of your friendship with dick and peter—like every friendship you’d imagine.

but at its finest, it was their vulnerabilities to you, and yours to them, that kept the foundation strong. they trusted you with every secret of theirs, aided them in a few missions of their own, and your friendship thrived. 

the next few days haven’t been exactly the smoothest. you were quieter than usual, and they both took notice because you’d pick at your food while their voices—questions and comments—were ignored, passersby to the street of hearville.

was it that weird to have never kissed at your age? to never have had sex? to not even have had held hands with another guy? they never made fun of you, but you couldn’t help but let these thoughts run rampant.

no. no, it wasn’t. people have their own pace. mine... just somehow happens slower.

you weren’t insecure, but you still felt weird. you suddenly became moody when you saw dick and peter, like you want to be left alone, push them out of your apartment when they drop a visit, drop their pants and suck them off-

oh.

ohhhhh.

dick and peter.

“teach me.” you suddenly spoke out and the two men looked up from their plate of food, exchanging a look with each other before questioning you, humored because you barely spoke all day. the tv played in the background and you were all sitting on the ground, eating off of peter’s very… very small coffee table.

“ah, i almost forgot what your voice sounded like, (m/n)!” dick laughed, twirling his fork into his pasta before shoving the food into his mouth. 

you made a slight pout, only because they weren’t taking you seriously. though, to be fair, you have been acting weird all week.

“with what?” peter noticed, a little more serious in his inquiry. but food was more of a priority for him, you can see him practically sweating at the thought of leaving his spaghetti cold.

“pete, you can still eat-“ you laughed, taking a bite of your food. 

“oh, thank god.” and peter does the same, chowing down on his spaghetti after a hard day of saving lives.

dick cleaned his palette with a cold gulp of soda, a refreshing hiss when the bubbles trickled down his throat. “so, teach you what exactly?” he continued on. “fighting? oh, dude, are you going to be a vigilante-“

“no, no! does it look like i have the strength to be like batman or something?” 

“well, i’m guessing that’s why you came to us for training?” dick amused himself, and peter chuckled, much to your annoyance. 

“guys, i don’t want to be a vigilante.” you grumbled, beginning to bury your confession deep in the pit of your stomach somewhere. “or a superhero, or a guy in a spider-suit with weird web things.”

“hey, they’re not weird-“

“i want to…” it was calming to watch the way your fork swirled itself into the pasta, metal tongs pierced and capturing a wave of sauce and spaghetti all in one swirl. “learn what it’s like to kiss.”

peter choked on his glass of water.

you continued, hot in the cheeks because you can see peter’s widened eyes even when you look away. “handjobs, blowjobs, everything…”

and a piece of dick’s meatball was caught in his throat.

a low drone accompanied the silence once the tv was muted and while a huge weight lifted off your shoulders and chest, you felt small knowing how vulnerable and weird your request sounded. 

“so, you want us to teach you how to…” dick cleared his throat and you feel like you could hear a smile, but you weren’t sure if that was your mind trying to convince you that everything was fine. “kiss and… other things?”

“yeah,” you continued to avoid your gaze, opting for the wooden floor instead. “i know, it’s weird. you don’t have to say yes or anything, it’s just-“

“is that why you’ve been acting stand-offish lately? peter was worried. he was the type to always blame himself of someone else’s behavior, no matter how much you tried to reassure him. though, you guess, he technically was the reason why you became so moody—part of it, anyway. 

“mhm.” the silence was defeating, you can hear their necks turn to look at each other—of judgement, most likely.

and it was all but confirmed when you can see them hopping back onto their feet and running—running as far from you as possible. “guys, wait, i’m sorry-“

you looked up and watched them dash to peter’s bathroom, immediately chasing after the trail of their steps in bewilderment. “what are you-“

“first step, make sure you have good breath.” dick handed you your toothbrush, his spare one at peter’s already brushing into the foaming spearmint in his mouth.

“atleastluntilhelikeyousenough” peter gargled thick and incoherent, brushing into his jumbled sentence.

“uh-huh, okay… seems a little obvious, but…” you spread the toothpaste on the bristles of your brush and began brushing, a smile forming because you have to brush the front teeth too—but also because of your best friends.

you can always count on them. 

“you ready?” dick naturally became the leader of this impromptu training program. he was the most experienced considering how many women and men you caught him with, and as much as you hated that when you were roommates with him, his expertise was needed in this moment. 

“yes.” you sat in the middle of peter and dick, rubbing your sweaty palms against your shorts. a mere flash of regret ignited inside of your beating heart, but peter rested his hand on top of one of yours, squeezing ever so gently to warm and soothe you—to pacify you.

and your worries were quelled when dick does the same, his smile softer, countering his usual playful attitude. “just stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.” he made you feel safe.

you looked at peter, and he nodded in agreement, his fingers now intertwined with yours. he had always kept you safe, feeling safe, this was a normal feeling towards him. “same with me.” “i will.” your voice was quiet in the bedroom, a mere soft whisper, but they recognized your will to be more vulnerable with one another, to blossom. and dick appeased it with a kiss.

light and feathery at first to test the water, but once dick heard your breath hitch, he applied more pressure in between your lips, capturing them in a slow waltz that kept you on your toes, yet flat on your feet to contain your excitement—your relief. 

it was awkward at first, to find your footing. your nose would bump into his, teeth as well, but dick chuckled, assuring you this will always happen.

unbeknownst to you, dick’s been wanting to do this since he met you, and he savored every second. “remember what i told you… build it up.” he reminded you because you were getting eager, following his lead but returning his kiss in hard sucks. “nice and slow.” 

peter’s palm on your thigh pressed gently onto your bare skin, mistakenly under the lift of your shorts because he was too in awe of the kiss, but they grounded you from your brief flight to the heavenly clouds nonetheless.

“nice and slow…” dick repeated, and you succumbed to his reminder like a prodigy. “that’s it.” it lasted for a few seconds longer until you pulled away to capture your breath again. your lips tingled still, remembering the taste of spearmint when dick’s breath ghosted on your skin.

“was that okay?” an innocent question, but you swore you stole that exact same tone from a porn you watched the other day.

“a natural,” dick laughed, stroking your hair back and you’ve never see him so affectionate—loving, as he doted on you. “try it on peter. more touching though, if you’re okay with that.”

you nodded and turned your head, meeting peter’s gaze with a flushed smile, your lips slightly swollen from your previous endeavor. “I’m okay with that.”

“me too.” peter smiled, only softening when you leaned in, and it completed hid against you when you captured his smile with a kiss. 

his hand gently placed on the back of your head when you did and he pulled you closer into him, returning the kiss, and spilling his breath into yours, while at the same time, drawing yours out. “rub my chest, i like it when people do that.” peter whispered in between each kiss.

you do as you were told, a gentle hand to peter’s broad chest, and you feel yourself tightening, satisfied with how intimate this all is as you felt the muscles on his chest through the fabric.

in the meantime, dick’s been squeezing at the bulge in his pants, containing his will to completely ravish you simply by watching the way you and peter made out. he’s always been observant, noticing the strong twitching of peter’s own erection, and soon yours when peter slid his tongue into your mouth. 

it was tantalizing—breath-taking— watching intimacy build up and vulnerabilities become unimaginably pliant before him. the pink muscles looped and swirled with one another, spreading and sharing sticky saliva until your mouth and peter’s were practically coated in it, glossed in sheen.

when peter pulled away, your lips were immediately stolen by dick again, kissing you with more strength than before, stubbornly refusing the chance for you to restock on oxygen as he wanted a taste of you too. the air became thicker, harder to breathe, but you basked in the taste, the wetness of dick’s tongue, and allowed yourself to become weak in his arms when he took you in, embraced you closely. “mmf...” you moaned out, breathing harder.

but just like dick, peter wasn’t finished with you, directing his tongue and lips to the back of your neck when you turned away. his ticklish and fleeting kisses pulled you back into peter’s arms, but dick noticed and pulled you forward: a stubborn game of gentle tug of war. 

they wanted you, every piece of you. it was telling as peter sucked into your neck, venomous and poisoning, and when dick began directing your hand under his shirt, allowing you to feel his toned stomach and chest, and eventually his clothed erection, making you squeeze around it with an open palm.

lessons have completely escaped to the back of minds, and all that remained was pure lust.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to.” dick reassured. though, ironically, his hand atop of yours, relieving the ache in his pants continued.

through swollen lips, you managed to mutter, distracted by peter’s bruising sucks to other areas of your neck and skin, whimpering when he bit a little too hard. “i did say teach me everything…” his hands were under your shirt now, warming your bare skin with his palms, excited, but fleeting as they immediately tied to the buttons of your shorts when you gave the okay.

“hey, hey,” dick laughed, watching the way peter has grown grandly impatient. “you’re going to scare him, horn dog.” he left a kiss on your lips, a quick one before leaning past you to kiss peter.

you watched in awe at what a kiss was supposed to be like: burning with ease and passion with every stroke of their lips, no hesitation at all—just a moment of time that they’ll remember. you backed into the bed and leaned against the headboard as they kissed at the foot. you don’t remember having your hand down your shorts, but you do, palming yourself to your own private show.

the kiss ran sloppy, drool dripping down either chins, stained with intimacy, and clothes were quickly tossed to the side, with no care in the world.

you followed.

even though you were similar height to peter, he was stronger—they both were. and now, you felt smaller as they climbed onto the bed, towards you, bare and hardened. you watched breathlessly, as their cocks swung heavy with heat. peter’s pre-cum dripped thickly in yearn for something to fuck, while dick’s throbbed for something to fill—a porn scene come to life—and you were left agape, jaw and legs.

“kinda surprised we’ve never done this sooner,” peter said, you weren’t used to his voice so low. kneeling on the bed, by your left hip, he took your hand and kissed the palm, the wrist of it, skimmed his lips over your forearm before guiding It toward his cock, aching for your touch. “though, was hoping i’d have you to myself, but…” gently, your hand was cradled to wrap around his shaft, warm and running with veins, it pulsed. “this works too.”

your chest rose with every spoken word, and peter has never looked hotter. taking control of you like that made your skin crawl, a spell that commanded you to move your hand back and forth, conjuring you to pump him in slow strokes.

contrary to his overall demeanor, his actions were of warmth. caresses to your head, doting on you with honey dripping from his gaze and cotton in touch while you sinned. 

you didn’t know where to look—to fall in love with the way peter gazed at you like a painting in a museum, or to salivate over the way his pre-cum leaked thickly over your hand when you squeeze it out of him, like a bottle of maple syrup.

that became more a problem—a dilemma—when you felt a wetness over your right nipple, then a sting when dick bites to get your attention—selfish and stubborn, like always. “are you sure this wasn’t a tactic to get all three of us in the same room? you seem comfortable.”

he tongued your nub, flicking back and forth to make you squirm, to hear the sound of your moans, to be the reason you have trouble sleeping at night. alongside, his palm ran over your body—chest first, down your stomach, and finally, your erect cock and balls.

you watched, breathless, continuing to stroke peter’s cock and he’d lean over to give you a few kisses here and there. for the most part, he was content like this, watching you squirm while maintaining to do the best to pleasure him.

“no, i swear- it’s just-“ dick played with your balls, squeezing and tugging on the tight sack to loosen them. every man was sensitive down there, you were no exception. “you guys made me feel safe, so…”

“well,” you looked up when peter spoke, his eyes fluttered shut, and you only got them to open when you thumbed the slit of his head, rubbing slick all over his glans, then the length of his cock when you continued stroking. “we are superheroes.”

you all laughed, switching gazes between the both of them, but it was dick’s mouth suddenly wrapping around you that made you concentrate only on him.

“oh, fuck…” warmth surrounded you, inhaled you in one shallow breath, before dick pulled you out of his wet mouth, taunting you with the loss of heat.

“it’s just like kissing,” he said, licking a stripe over the underside of your cock, tonguing his favorite spot: the neck of the glans and the frenulum. dick followed the lines of flesh with precision, leading the very tip of his tongue into the duct of your urethra—once again, tonguing it while his eyes focused on you, devious. “but let curiosity take you further and explore every part of their body.”

“m-mm…” you were sure there was meaning to his words, but they fell on deaf ears. instead, you focused on the ample heat that engulfed you again, moaning.

“every.” dick took you in and pulled you out with a pop.

“fuck-“ you breathed out, curling your toes into the sheets.

“part.” holding your cock up and stroking sloppily, he inhaled your ballsack. sweaty and musty, they must’ve been, but dick devoured the scent, the taste of sins with hungry sucks and licks—ardent and full of fervor.

and at the moment where you most expected to let out a moan, it was shoved down your throat when peter suddenly situated you in between his legs and filled your mouth with his thick cock, smelling of sweat and sex when you inhaled near his trimmed hairs.

“come on,” peter briefly pulled out, tapping the plump tip over your lips. “you learn best when you demonstrate what you’ve been taught.”

peter covered your view of dick, but you weren’t sure if you needed to see him because you felt every maneuver of dick’s tongue, now drowning your cock with his mouth while he continued assaulting your sensitive balls, tugging and squeezing. 

you looked up and peter never looked bigger, more intimidating, but it’s become your new addiction, and you take his cock, holding it thick and take in what you can. it was barely past the tip before you could feel yourself gagging, but with peter’s reassurance, you swallow more of him every time you went down, slicking him up with your spit.

“how’s he doing, pete?” your cock was left cold when dick pulled away to speak, but he made up for it with his hand, stroking his spit with your cock.

“he really is a natural.” peter chuckled, watching you with a scrunched face of pleasure whenever you pulled him deeper into your mouth. almost down your throat now, but he pulled his cock back completely before you can fully take him. “you try.”

“fuck, yes.” dick leaped over and used the spit from your length earlier to lube his own cock, spitting in his palm and stroking when it wasn’t slicked to his likening while peter scooted back to kneeling at your side, stroking himself now.

as your head was positioned in between both their cocks, dick’s was bigger, thicker—a mouth stretcher you’d imagine. but peter’s was longer, veinier, and the only thing they had in common was that their balls hung loose. in porn terms, hung like a horse. 

and on this very day, you considered yourself a lucky man because you have no objection to either, no will to pick and choose.

“look at you,” dick’s voice was rugged, deep, and he pushed his cock past your swollen lips. there was a clear difference in girth. your mouth was stretched wide, and you could only hum a sound of satisfaction, even with the slight sting from the stretch of skin. “who knew you’d be such a cock lover, hm?” 

“he can’t get enough of it, god…” peter was in awe, salivating and stroking quicker at the sight.

two hands kept dick’s cock still in your mouth while you sucked on the bulbous tip like a lollipop. the rest of your hands stroked whatever you couldn’t mange to fit in your mouth. you were apologetic at first, but dick’s smirk told a simple story of his ego, clearly aroused by the size of his own cock as it only grew wider when you struggled downing him, gagging with a whimper.

“come on… (m/n), you can do better than that. you were so good at sucking peter off, kissing us too. what happened?” dick pulled away to stroke himself with your spit, but he quickly buried any excuses into your throat when he pushed himself into your mouth.

“you’re too comfortable now, (m/n). you’re slacking…” peter joined the banter, and when dick pulled out of your mouth, peter’s cock replaced the loss of warmth to your surprise.

holy shit, this is happening.

like a see-saw, the two men alternated in filling your mouth, stuffing saliva further and further down your throat, without allowing a single excuse from you to escape. it’s buried now, deep in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do was be the prodigy that they wished for you to be.

when it was dick’s turn to stretch your mouth, you made sure that peter’s cock wasn’t left abandoned, stroking him with distracted strokes, and vice versa when it was his turn at your throat. you overworked yourself in pleasuring your two best friends, making sure they were satisfied with you, with your mouth as you took more of them without a single plea for a break.

“fuck, there we go…” occasionally, dick would take control by holding the back of your head and fucking inside of your tight mouth. drool leaked down either corners of your mouth while you let him, tears brimming in your eyes when your throat tightened again, a familiar feeling that dick encouraged to hold back. “there’s my star. taking cock like a good student.” 

if there was one thing that these very brief lessons have taught you, you were exactly what they named you: a cock lover. you slurped at whatever—whoever—entered your mouth absentmindedly, spat on cocks that have begun to look more or less the same, because it was dizzying now. your cock was left alone, but it stood tall and proud, throbbing as the two men harassed your face and mouth with their erections. one would gag you while the other had his balls shoved to your face and nose, sliding its wet, dirty slick all over your skin, staining you with lust.

it alternated like this for a while, and you were content, so was dick and peter. but you needed more—something to fill you elsewhere that wasn’t your dirty mouth. and you pleaded with your eyes, looking up at your best friends with delighted tears, a mouthful of cock, and a gaze only a cock loving whore could have—and they recognized it. 

peter was reluctant to pull away, he was so close. but he’s always been selfless. he released his hold on you and it was a struggle to pull you away, but he did with your lips suctioning off with a quiet pop. a thick string of spit that once connected between your lips and peter’s cock laid like webs on your chin, cooling as you watched the two men reposition themselves.

“i’m going to assume we don’t need a lesson in how to finger yourself, hm?” dick whispered against your swollen lips and kissed you again. you were entranced under his tongue, swirling all over yours like ocean waves while you touched yourself to his licks. you twisted and pinched your nipples, tugged on them with the occasional help from dick, then stroked your cock while dick continued from peter’s original trail of bruising kisses to mark his own territory on your body. you were as horny as they were, if not hornier, and you needed them inside of you, in any way possible.

“fuck, i need you guys so bad.” breathless in your moans, your legs squirmed when you felt something wet between your thighs when they were raised, peter’s nice girth sliding in between the plump skin. 

he thrusted himself slow and steady while he worked on your hole, reaching down to prepare you with his lubed digits, one by one. you’ve done this before, they were surely aware, so it wasn’t a unit that was particularly focused.

in between preparation, your mouth remained on dick’s cock again, delivering him your fullest attention with several lathers of your tongue, sucking hard and hollow, deep into your throat. you remember what he taught you and occasionally stuffed your mouth with his balls, sucking on the weight and letting go with a pull because you got off on seeing how they tensed and jiggled when you did.

“i’ll go slow.” peter leaned in with your legs hooked over his shoulders, bending you back, and kissing the tip of your nose when he was close enough to your face. “tell me if you want to stop.”

once you nodded, allowing him the will to deliver on his promise, peter made sure to lube himself up once more before pushing inside of you, slow and steady. he was careful, watching your face as it scrunched when the head slid in—burned when the rest of him filled you to the brim.

it was almost like you couldn’t breathe. it was too much, to be bearing all of this pain alone, but at the same time, you held peter close, wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from leaving you while you buried tiny whimpers into his neck, because you don’t want to stop feeling it, so full and devoured. it was written all over their faces when you glanced at them—they didn’t want to stop either. 

peter and dick decorated your skin in wet kisses, distracting you from the pain while peter began to find a rhythm. although slow, you were beginning to familiarize yourself with this pain. soon after, pleasure, when he struck something inside of you, a certain spot.

“oh- peter, right there, fuck.” your legged tightened around him and the sweat from your thighs rolled back onto your stomach when peter re-adjusted himself to fuck you at a higher angle, folding you onto your back. 

“yeah? right here?” peter thrusted into that spot dead-on, like a dart to a bullseye, and you groaned, your throat aching in pleasure, but dick pacified it with his cock again, filling you up once more. “oh fuck, look at you. all of your holes are filled up, fuck… so fucking tight”

“baby, you’re doing a great job, god…” your heart beat when dick called you that. it was always something he said as a joke when he arrived to your place. honey, darling, you name it, but the fact that it came out so genuine, it made your skin flush red and you could only respond in moans while you sucked him off. “i think he likes it when you fuck him like that, pete.”

for the first time, you felt wanted. 

peter’s thrusts were hard and strong, his balls swung into with every rhythm. you can see the muscles in his thighs flexing whenever he pounded down into your tight hole, your bodies colliding like waves to a rock. it stung whenever his skin slapped into yours, sweaty and musky, but the sinful sounds were well-worth the prize as you basked in them, in the taste of dick’s cock, the sound of peter’s grunts, the flutter of dick’s eyes when you gargled his cock again, deeper, the sweat dripping from peter’s forehead and body—the bedroom hailed of sex. it rocked of brutal creaks and slams as both of your holes were violated and filled to the very brim, all driven by pure lust. 

after some time, they switched spots, tag-teaming so dick can have his turn at your hole. unlike peter, he was rougher, immediately pounding into you because he was sex-crazed about you, couldn’t stop thinking about you since day one of meeting you.

“fuck, better than i’ve ever imagined,” he laughed into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, and pulling away when peter’s cock impatiently wedged himself in between the kiss, and you were back to sucking and jerking off cock again—no complaints. “still so tight, even after peter fucked you so hard…”

“it’s like he was made to be a whore, right?” such vulgar language from your best friends broke the original portrayal you had of them. now, all you could think about was how they wanted to absolutely make a wreck out of you, de-blossom your naive thoughts of what your first time should’ve been like.

it wasn’t what you had imagined. it was supposed to be with one person. a full-time commitment to your relationship. a loving pair holding each other close when they both climax. it was going to be special.

but this… you thought to yourself as you were fucked into the bedsheets with absolutely no mercy, your ass pained and bruised from dick’s muscular hips driving into you every time he came down, harassing you in that familiar spot again.

this was… peter pushed on your bottom lip with two fingers to open your mouth, then spitting in the void, some catching onto your tongue, before shoving his swollen cock inside of you again, aching to touch—to fuck.

dick palmed your cock as you writhed, bent under him, moaned around peter’s long cock. he gathered all of his strength left to tickle you deep, to reach inside of you with his cock, breathless and panting with every thrust that rocked the two of you together—three, when peter fucked into your mouth. 

this was so much fucking better. 

“holy shit-“ under dick’s touch, you came hard in several thick ropes, all over his fist, and then the sweat of your body when he opened his palm. you were a natural shooter, accidentally spraying your face with your own thick semen, and you heard peter and dick moan in unison, in awe.

seeing you dressed in cum like this had them race each other to their climax. dick fucked you harder, his grasp on your hips bruising and white, while peter held onto your head and met your throat with his cock, repeatedly forceful in strength. you gagged around him, and they only benefitted from every sound you made.

“fuck, i’m going to-“ you watched peter’s abs flexed, tightened as his stomach pooled with pleasure, and you can hear the holy bells ring when he pulled out of your mouth, jerking his wet and slimy cock off until he came undone in thick spurts, all over your pretty face. not a single shot was missed, painting you in white like a canvas with every last drop.

you were still high off of your own orgasm, and you turned your head to watch dick fuck himself into you, clearly wonder-strucked by the scene before him. you were covered in cum all over. they beckoned him to join, the many loads on your body. they were begging now, a mantra of pleas pulled him closer to you, and he can smell the sex off of you, inhaled peter’s musk as well, and again—those holy bells rang.

with the speed of lightning, dick pulled himself out of your abused hole and climbed over to kneel over your chest, fucking into his fist while simultaneously jerking his cock off over your face. to your cum-covered body, to peter kissing his spunk off your cheek and chin then your lips, to the taste of your own cum when you swiped a load off your chest and fed it into dick’s mouth. he suckled, bittersweet salt spread over his tongue, and he was ravished by the taste of you. 

dick then pushed his hips out and aimed his cock over your lips, still connected to peter’s for a messy kiss, stroking until the only reason he tore his gaze away was because his lids fell heavy, ceased his sight to roll his eyes back, and came with a shudder. thick ropes of cum inked on your face and peter’s, but most of it fell to your connected lips. 

“fuck, that’s hot…” dick muttered, rolling his shoulders back while he milked himself to you and peter making out, cum-stained and all. you moaned at the taste, saltier than yours and peter’s, and peter does the same while scraping a load of warm cum from the corner of your cheek and into his mouth before kissing you again, swapping the gloopy residue with a sloppy exchange of tongues.

he was envious, watching how the sticky load caught onto your lips then peter’s when he squeezed himself dry. before you and peter could take all of his cum for yourself, he leaned down to join peter for a kiss, stealing the mound of cum that peter has expertly hidden on his tongue. dick didn’t know who he was tasting anymore. but whether it was you, peter, or himself, it was delectable, and he wanted to share the delightful taste with you. he spat the mixture of cum and spit inside of your mouth before webbing his lips to yours, sealing it with one final breathless kiss.

“so, are lessons still on for next week or?” peter lay by your side, and dick joined the other, still dizzied from his high as telling by his shut eyes and drawn out pants. 

“i mean… i’m still up for it if you guys are?” you said, leaning over to press a kiss to peter’s cheek. you took his smile as an answer and looked to dick for his.

“mm... yeah.” dick sleepily opened his eyes, his locks stuck to his sweaty forehead while he buried himself under the blanket. you felt his arms wrap around your waist once he got comfortable, muttering a kiss to your shoulder before dozing off. 

“we’re good teachers, pete.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[seungsluvv]

Heyyy!! I saw you were asking for requests? I have a request. Could you please do lee! Hyunjin switch, Ler! Seungmin switch?

The plot could be Seungmin was bored and decided to tickle hyunjin. Then hyunjin wanted revenge. Obviously you don’t have to use this plot, just an idea.

Thank youuuu!!

Yessss! I love this idea sm! Tysm xx sorry if it’s quite short like my last one, I’ve been really busy atm!

~Sensitive~

lee! seungmin,hyunjin

ler! seungmin,hyunjin

The ferret and puppy were both chilling in the lounge on the sofa playing Mario Kart. Every time a round ended, Seungmin always was the winner.

“Oh come on man! At least let me try to win!” Hyunjin said fustrated at the younger.

“Gee, you need your morning coffee don’t you? Want me to make you one?”

“A Vanilla Latte, with lots of milk with 1 sugar please, if that’s okay?” Seungmin stood to his feet and dawdled his way to the kitchen and jinnie sighed and giggled. He couldn’t be mad at that big ball of cuteness.

In fact, he kept it a secret, the puppy was his favourite. Not because he made him coffee every morning but he was just a bundle of joy to him.

In the kitchen, Minnie was making the latte whilst whistling to Butterflies. Han and Lee know we’re also in the kitchen helping Felix make the “Lee Yongbok Cookies.” Minnie finished putting in the milk but then got distracted by helping his hyung stir the batter in the mixing bowl whilst they chopped up some ingredients.

He added the 1 sugar the ferret asked for into the latte, he made his way back to the older who is craving his coffee.

“Here you go! One vanilla latte” hyunjin gave the vocalist a warm smiled and patted his leg.

“I wonder if he’s sensitive?” the puppy thought to himself. Surely he had to be in some way?

The dancer took one sip of the latte and made a warm facial expression. He was in his coffee heaven moment for about 20 seconds straight until he got interrupted by a very peculiar prod on his side.

“aAGH- dohohont do that. You nearly made me spill my coffee!” Jinnie giggled cutely as he got slightly nervous.

“Oh~ I’m terribly sorry my prince, you mean like this?” Min took the coffee cup out of his hand and started to lightly scratch the elders neck which made soft giggles come out of him.

“Plehehease, I just wahahant to finish my cohohoffee!” the dancer complained to the younger as he tried to grab ahold of his wrists. He was starting to get a little weak by all the tickly sensations all over his neck.

“And I want my daily dose of giggles from my prince!~ if I can’t get my giggles then you don’t get your coffee, 50/50!” the puppy at on top of the ferret and pulled him down into his lap; started to drill his fingers into his sides.

“NAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE” the olders laughter only continued to get louder as Seungmin continuously went for his weak spot. “IM BEHEHEHGING, IHITS SOHO BAHAD”

Hyunjin somehow managed to break his hands free. He flipped himself over on top of the vocalist and pinned his wrists above his head. Minnie was already laughing hysterically

“plehehease, I’m sohohory! Have your cohohoffee! NONONONONOHOHOHOHO!~” hyunjin called over for Lee know and asked Lee know to take over holding his wrists. The dancer went in for the full attack for the youngers underarm. One of his worst spots.

Unfortunately for the puppy, his laugher could probably be heard from the other side of the world. His giggles only were getting louse by the second.

“PLEHEHEHEASE HYUNJIN, STOHOHOP” min begged.

“What happend to hyung, hm? Is that not a thing anymore?” he started to go for his sides until he got the answer he was satisfied with.

“FIHIHINE, HYUNG PLEHEHEASE! ENOHOHOUGH NOHOW~” hyunjin stopped at ease and the puppy heavily panted.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you laugh so hard.” Lee know laughed and death stared his hyung.

“I’d run if I were you, you’re next to be wrecked” Seungmin chased the bunny into the room next door and shut the door for him to have no escape.

Hyunjin could finally have his coffee in peace. Although, coming to think of it, he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy what just occurred. The puppy is really a cuteness overload

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AHH I LOVE THIS SMM! TY FOR THE IDEA. The fact I wrote this at 1:00am just says how much I wanted to write this 😭🐺

tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @jihyosdaughter @leeknowstan33 @jeonginsdiary @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @gyuusauce @skz-addict @skznccmlee

[maeblack]

„Yeah love?

- some deep desire you want to tell me?“

Paring: young Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: includes smut –> teasing, kissing, sex and a very annoying James Potter

also, English is not my first language and I’m doing my best, so please be patient with me and be warned :)

Word count: 3643

Summary: while history of magic got a bit boring Sirius and you didn’t pay attention at all. So it leads to a bit teasing in class. But finally as class ended everything didn‘t work as planned.

My fingertips slide along his tights over to his lap. „Aw someone’s needy“ Sirius exclaimed smirking with a sugar sweet voice. He raised his hand to grab a strand of my y/h/c hair, so he could play with it. His eyes followed every single action his fingers did. I already knew what he was up to which made me breath in sharp. „You might not want to start something you can’t finish“ he said now looking directly into my eyes. I shivered as I hold my breath. This influence he had towards me was a curse and blessing together. „Who say I can’t finish this?“ I whispered as my glance travelled along his face. „Well- “ he smirked and put his distinctive Sirius Black look on. As professor Binns raised his voice again Sirius turned his gaze forward.

But I knew he didn’t pay attention. How could he? Slowly I guided my fingertips along his thighs and over to his mid again. A smile played around my lips as he took unnoticed a deep breath in, to control himself. Suddenly, as his fingers let go of my hair and traveled down to grab my thigh, I bite my lower lip. A well known feeling appeared in my stomach, as his hand traveled up even more. The teasing was amusing.

Until Sirius hand reached my mid. Now it was my turn to stay in control. I sighted slightly, at the loss of his touch while his hands traveled down at the inside of my thighs. He chuckled at my reaction. He played it cool, but I could see in his gaze how much my little teasing affected him, like his did me. As I got lost in my thoughts, my fingertips slid from his thighs over to his mid a bit to harsh. In the suddenly new action a moan escaped his throat. He bit his lower lip, the moment he released what happened. I suppressed a laugher. Than my gaze flew carefully around the classroom. Everybody seems to mind their own business. If somebody had heard us then the two in front of us.

James sat now, after he had to swap seats with me as a punishment last week, right in front of us, next to Lily. Professor Binns thought James and Sirius would be more concentrated if they wouldn’t sit next to each other. How wrong he was...

Neither James nor Sirius nor me were now paying attention in his class. The only one who did was Lily. But how could it be otherwise.

I exchanged a nervous gaze with Sirius. He looked a little bit shocked but now a mischievously grin appeared on this lips. Non of the two in front of us seemed to know what happen a seat behind them. Lily starred strait at the board where Professor Binns stud, every now and then she added something to her parchment. James leaned in his seat facing her, not paying attention to anything except her. I sighted in relief.

But the next moment a shiver ran down my back as I saw Peter staring at us. I nudged Sirius, who didn’t noticed the same I did. One of his hands already started to play with my hair again, the other tightened his grip around my thigh. „Hm?“ he asked thoughtlessly. Then his gaze followed mine. Peter sat next to Remus, a seat near Lily and James. „What?“ Sirius mouthed questioning as if nothing happened. Peter turned around to look at Professor Binns before he started to mouth an answer. „What the hell?“ I whispered confused „I literally didn’t understand one word“. „Me neighter“ Sirius hissed concentrated. I rolled my eyes not sure if he really hadn’t understood. „If you have it, give a word“ I uttered, while my fingertips travelled playfully up and down his thighs again. But now Sirius didn’t seem to care either, about what Peter had said. His eyes already searched up my face and followed every little move I made.

The moment professor Binns ended class, Sirius stud up abruptly. I looked up at him grinning. „Y/n, can we please go“ he than begged wispering as I didn’t move. The expression on my face got more amused. „Now“ he declared emphatically. „Sure“ I nodded as I took his reached out hand. „Hey, where are you two going?“ Remus asked interested as Sirius was about to hurry out the classroom. „I thought you said you would be learning after class...“ he mentioned. Sirius cleared his throat. „How are we supposed to do our essays without books, my dearest moony?“ he assured. Remus raised an eyebrow. „Actually I was talking to y/n...“ he than informed Sirius. I giggled. „But good for you if you do something too, pads“ he laughed „I don’t want to help you again, the evening before the essay has to be finished“. Sirius intertwined our fingers while waiting impatiently and searched for my glance. „Fine than Sirius and I will go upstairs and grab our books... we‘ll see you after in the common room, okay?“ I listed. Remus nodded. „Oh but I will join you a bit later, because I promised Professor McGonagall to tutor a few third years...“ he reminded. „Yeah me too“ Lily added. „Just the best of the best“ James joked appreciatively. Lily rolled her eyes annoyed. „Shut it Potter“ her voice nearly cold. I exchanged an amused gaze with the others. „Maybe James said more than enough this period of professor Binns class“ I speculated grinning. „Of course he did“ Peter confirmed. James made a face towards us visibly annoyed.

„Okay than see you later guys“ Sirius smirked as everyone of us went their own way in the hallways. Around the next corner he crashed his lips into mine and pinned me against the wall. His lips placing kisses along my jaw down my neck. „Sirius“ I managed to say „we can’t stay here“. I giggled while I pushed him away slightly.

Harshly he pulled me in for a kiss. His hungry lips crahed into mine. I sighted into his mouth as he pulled me closer and guided me on his lap, while he sat himself down on his bed. His hands cared along my back until they were placed on my waist. I could already feel the heat coming up in my stomach. My fingertips traveled along his chest enjoying every moment of it. Than they reached their well known place in Sirius soft hair. He broke the connection of our kiss breathlessly. „So needy today, hun?“ I asked mischievously. „Oh yeah“ he exclaimed grinning before he closed hungry the space between us again. Now slipping his tongue into my mouth. Both of us fought over dominance. But the moment my mid stoke against his, he sighted. Which let my take control for once. I laughed into the kiss. Yeah, he was really needy today. A miracle how he managed class like this. The moment I started unbuttoning his shirt, the door was opened. I winced by the sudden interruption. Sirius sighted at the loss of my touch. „Oi, did everything ends up with you two making out?“ James shouted over as he entered the dorm. Only now Sirius opened his eyes in confusion. He hadn’t realized that his best mate had entered the room, until his own moans were replaced with the joking voice of James Potter. I cleared my throat. „Is this a rhetorical question or do we have to answer this?“ I asked trying to sound amused. James laughed as he dropped himself on his bed. Sirius chuckled at my answer. „I thought you two just wanted to grab something... and I thought you didn’t meant an orgasm“ James joked. „Well... Luckily we don’t have to do it on our own, like other people in this room“ Sirius replied cocky. I chuckled. James just starred at us for a few seconds instead of answering. Then the room went silent, until Sirius raised his voice again. „What exactly are you doing here prongs?“ he questioned reproachful, now looking at James. „Oh nothing special... I just live here“ James answered while getting comfortable in his bed. It didn’t seemed as if he would leave soon. I sighted as I was about to get up from Sirius lap. But as he didn’t removed his hands from my waist I was forced to stay there. He bite his lower lip and growled slightly, as I bumped into his lap again.

„James, don’t you have to do something else than laying in bed? For example planning how to ask Lily out? Or by Merlin just doing your essays?“ I asked as I looked up at him. „No... to be honest“ James started and continued with a waterfall of words. But I didn’t listened. I couldn’t even manage to catch a clear thought. „Bloody hell, prongs just bugger off“ Sirius interrupted him annoyed. James looked at him in surprise.

„Okay, now that you two don’t want my company either“ he than said pouting while he was about to stand up from his bed. But suddenly he paused his doing. „But you know what? Only because you two where here first you can’t tell me not to be here“ he ended his sentence. „What?“ Sirius gasped. „Oh hell... bad day“ I uttered more to Sirius addressed than to James, who answered instead „Yeah even I have a bad day sometimes“. I sighted while covering my face with my palms. „I bet now comes the fucking story?“ Sirius barked. „Yes because you asked so nicely, padfoot...“ James assured grinning sarcastically. „What did I do to deserve this today??“ Sirius expressed dramatically. „Oh come on... I’m not that boring. Plus I will make it short for you“ James declared „but don’t be in such a bad mood pads, otherwise y/n will probably search for a new guy to have fun with...“. „Oh I want to see your mood, if you would lay in bed with lily, snogging and I would come in and tell a story nobody wants to here...“ Sirius mumbled aggressively, holding himself back. „If this will happen I‘ll remind you“ James challenged eyebrows raising. „For sure“ Sirius replied while letting his head sink back into the pillows „just continue with your story time so we can finish what we were up to“. James didn't have to be asked twice.

„Could you just sit still?“ Sirius hissed through clinched teeth. „Hm?“ I hummed questioning not getting what he wanted. „You’re sitting very comfortable on my dick“ he whispered „and if you‘re moving, it drives me this kind of crazy...“. He broke up his sentence. But he didn’t have to finish it, the heat in my stomach already started burning at his words. „And if you won’t stop I can’t hold myself back any longer... and than it might happen that I just don’t care about prongs on the bed next to us“ he declared while his voice got more and more mischievously. „I‘m sorry“ I said smirking with an excusing expression on my face. „But sitting still dives me crazy“ I admitted as I tried not to move. Now Sirius started grinning at me „I think you‘re very needy too“. „Maybe“ I whispered smirking. For a moment Sirius went quiet as he glared over to James, who gestured wildly while talking about this and that, lily here and lily there, quidditch and class and so on. „Slowly I begin to just don’t fucking care how bad his day was because he is just about to ruin my day too“ Sirius exclaimed growling. „As if you ever cared within the last ten minutes?“ I announced „He talked about I-don’t-know-what longer than I heard professor Binns today in class“. Sirius nodded. „how selfish...“ was the last thing I heard from him, than now James loudly started to plan a new idea about how I cloud help him with lily so that he would be the guy who is snogging in this dorm. And suddenly I heard myself raising my voice and interrupting them both. „James just shut the fuck up“ I shouted. It went silent and James looked at me in shock. „In the moment I really don’t care“ I growled „you know, I can handle much, okay? But this is clearly to much... you can’t just come in here while you saw us snogging and report how bad your day was while I have to sit on Sirius boner and have to listen to your bullshit“. Sirius opened his mouth but closed it again without admiring some of his sassy comments. James stared at me for a second and than just started laughing. My face fell. Now I was the one who stared at him in disbelief. „What’s your fucking problem today, prongs?“ Sirius questioned irritated. „Just get out of here... now“ he added growling while gestured wildly. James lifted himself up from his bed, still laughing, and walked over to the door. He slammed against the frame while he opened. „How long did I make it?“ he asked now. „What the fuck“ Sirius exclaimed as he sat himself up. Than Peters voice was heard „doesn’t matter. You won“. „Yesss“ James cheered. „What-“ I turned around to make sure I understand right what happened. A bit to fast, I noticed, as Sirius moaned slightly. I suppressed a laugher. „Ow you will get this back, believe me“ Sirius hissed towards me. „Yeah? Prove me“ I challenged. „I would love to“ Sirius smirked with a raspy voice. My stomach clinged at the tone of his voice.

For a second I totally forgot my anger until James addressed his speak to us. Again. „I clearly have to say sorry“ he announced. „What?“ I asked now in more than just disbelief. In James’ face no sign of sorry. „Wormy and I made a bet, as the two of you were in here for so long. That’s why I had to give you two my company as long as I could“ he explained mischievously. I raised my eyebrows at his explanation. Not able to find words for this. „I will kill you, Potter“ Sirius growled through clinched teeth „I will kill you both after this“. James grin disappeared but in his eyes a shine of amusement as he raised his eyebrows appreciative. „And that’s the moment where we have to leave“ he than announced and bowed „much fun you two“. „You deserve it“ Peter added grinning before he closed the door behind him. „Yeah better leave“ Sirius affirmed. „You own me your poisons essay, wormtail“ James informed Peter while their steps became more quiet in the hallway.

Still not sure what just happened, I turned back to face Sirius again. His expression relaxing while they formed a choky grin as he locked eyes with me. His eyes searching in mine while he stroked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I took a deep breath and felt my body began relaxing too. „What a pair of idiots“ I sighted nearly soft as I got lost in Sirius dark gray eyes. „Yeah“ he hummed. His face only millimeters away from mine. I closed the last space between us and pressed my lips against his. The kiss started soft but got more intense with every second. My hands at their so familiar place in Sirius hair. He let his tongue slid along my lips to beg silently for inlet. I opened my mouth as I sighted. Now welcoming his sweet taste. I adored it always, like it was the first time I could taste it. His hands disappeared under my shirt until they pulled it over my head. Then he began kissing down my jaw and neck as I unbuttoned his shirt and stroke it off. I moaned slightly as he nibbled on the sweet spot in my neck. I already knew tomorrow everyone would be able to see his work of art. But I didn’t care. Slowly I leaned into his chest which made him sank down into the mattress. The moment he felt the soft pillows in his back, he flipped me over, so he was on top. Sirius worked himself, with kisses and soft bites, down to my breasts. His hands traveled to the back of my bra as I arched my back. He freed my breast only to attack them with kisses and licks. I sighted enjoying. Now his eyes met mine. I swallowed hard against my dry throat. He hunched over me to connect our lips again. My hands around his neck while my fingers played with his hair. One of his hands slowly made the way down to my mid. The so long awaited touch made my whined. Sirius chuckled at my reaction. „Maybe now I can satisfy your desire“ he forewarned me. Before he slipped his hand underneath the fabric of my skirt and slip. I moaned out at the unexpected touch. His long fingers parted my folds and slided over my clit. „Already so wet for me, love?“ he asked while pulling back his hand only to get rid of my clothes. The sudden cold let me shiver. But with the bare touch on my tights, while he parted them, the heat in my stomach came up again. Then he began placing kisses from my breasts down to my mid. A few millimeters before he reached the place I needed him the most, he stopped. I sighted at the loss of touch, only to whined as he suddenly placed his thumb on my clit. „Sirius“ I whimpered as he didn’t move. „Yeah love?“ he asked innocently „some deep desire you want to tell me?“. My hips begann to move slightly. But this made him only press his thumb harder against me. I was about to say something as he suddenly rubbed his thumb at my clit. I moaned out at his fast movements, not able to form words. Nearly a moment before I thought I would reach a high he stopped and took a long, slow lick against my entrance and clit. I catch breath barely. „I promised you, you will pay for that sooner or later“ he admitted with a grin. „Sure“ I breathed out while I let my head fell back. But in the next moment he parted my folds again and licked along them. A moan escaped my throat. His licks got shorter with every moment. My hand traveled down and grabbed a handful of Sirius dark hair. The heat in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. But every time I was about to get over the high, Sirius stopped his doing and found something new to tease me with. Now without warning he slides his middlefinger into me. I moaned out his name, as he continued licking while his finger started bumping into me. He added a second finger which made me whine out even more. „You’re so tight as always“ he mumbled soft against me while he circled his fingers inside me.

„You think you can handle me already, love?“ he asked after a few more thrusts. I nodded, as he looked up to meet my eyes. I pulled his face up to mine for a kiss. The softness from his lips calmed my body down. I fiddled on his trousers until I pulled them and his boxers down. Slowly I tangled my fingers around his chock. While he started moaning into the kiss. After a few movements of mine, he broke the connection of our lips to take a deep breath. I smiled soft as I admired him while he moaned out my name. „Already showing me what your beautiful hands can do for me...“ he announced whispering. As I got a bit faster his breathing got shorter. But the moment before he could reach his high, he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to his lips. Only to place a kiss to the back of my hand. Now he hunched over me, his face millimeters away from mine. Then his tip stroke against my entrance as he locked eyes with me. I whined out, the moment he gently bumped his first thrust into me, while he moaned a slow and raspy „fuck“. His rhythm became faster as the moans got louder. Sirius‘ hand traveled down my body until he reached my clit. I whined out as he began circling around it. I reached every few seconds a new high. Quickly his circles against my clit became rubs. Together with his thrusts, I was about to drove crazy. I arched my back while I felt the heat in my stomach grew overwhelming. „Sirius“ I whimpered „I- I‘m…“. „Shht it’s okay love“ he whispered in my ear „Come for me. Come all over me“. His words gave me the final push. I felt the heat floating through my whole body and my legs started trembling a bit. My mid clinched around him. Which made Sirius moan out my name while he sat his final thrust. His chest now sinking into mine and his face buried into the crock of my neck. His arms tangled around me, pulling me closer. While my hands placed in his hair, softly stroking through it. I closed my eyes enjoying while I catched breath again. His sweet scent all around me.

After a few moments Sirius rolled over to his back and pulled me with him. Now my head rested on his chest. With my eyes closed again I relished his calm breathing and his fingers which played with my hair. „Y/n?“ he softly asked. „Mhm?“ I hummed nearly half asleep. He chuckled slightly at my response. „I really love you“ Sirius admitted „I hope you know that“. I smiled and looked up to meet his eyes. „I know... and I love you even more, better keep that in mind“ I whispered.

[starry-inks-skies]

Dad of the hotel

Chapter 1: Home Cooked meal

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Sorry if this is bad this is my first fanfic

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Alastor walked down from his new radio tower. It was easy to modify the normal tower into a radio tower. Just took a snap of his fingers. It was only the second day living in a renamed Hazbin hotel. Charlie had shown the radio demon around the run-down hotel along with Husk and Niffty. Niffty swiftly trying to clean as they get the tour. Alastor turns the corner to the kitchen and dining room. Like the rest of the hotel, the kitchen is a total mess and burn marks all over. The princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, is in the oven trying her hardest to cook breakfast for everyone. Alastor could immediately tell that it looked like the first time the princess has ever held a knife. Charlie notice the radio demon behind her and turned around to meet him, still holding the knife straight at him. “Good morning, Alastor! I’m just trying to um breakfast…. It’s not going well,” Charlie says cheerfully, not surprisingly. She’s a morning person. Alastor looked over Charlie’s shoulder, seeing the abomination known as Charlie’s home cooked breakfast. Alastor tilled his head and moved Charlie’s knife out of his way. “My, not even a cannibal would eat that, ha ha ha.” Alastor mocked with laugh track follows Alastor’s laugher, Charlie awkward laugh with the deer demon. “Why don’t you go sit down? I’ll fix something right up. Niffty dear, would you come here and clean up whatever this is?” Alastor says with pity in his tone. Niffty stopped chasing a bug and ran over to the tall deer demon.

Niffty started to clean the kitchen while Alastor went to the fridge and picked out some food to use. Charlie sat down next to Vaggie and started talking to her. While grey-skin demon stared down Alastor as if he was going to poison the food. Alastor made some eggs, bacon, and toast for everyone. The deer demon made some coffee for himself. He sat down at the dining table and sipped his coffee as he read the newspaper. Alastor heard a squeak of a chair being moved, he looked at the source of the sound. Charlie, now done talking to Vaggie, looked at Alastor with a nervous smile. “So, Al, Alastor uh Mr. Radio demon. I was, um, wondering if you uh, teach me how to cook? The jambalaya was amazing. And so, was the breakfast you just made, so can you teach me?” Charlie asks Alastor thought for a moment, he no real reason not too much plus getting closer to her will get him closer to his goal. “I don’t mind teaching at all! All we need to do is get some ingredients and clean this kitchen to be spotless!” Alastor says with a wide smile. Charlie smiled at the deer demon she was close to putting Alastor into a hug before he could stop her with his microphone stand. Alastor says with a low growl “No touching… please, I rather not like being touched unless I initiate it.” Charlie apologized and moved away from Alastor. The radio demon watches as Charlie started to help Niffty. The demon shook his head and headed out to get more food for the hotel.

Alastor return with the food, some were more for a cannibal diet. He put those foods far away from Charlie and the others. He doubts Charlie would like to see body parts right next to the eggs and bacon. The radio demon walked to the kitchen with the rest of the food. Upon entering he sees Charlie already there waiting for Alastor. The princess of hell smiled at him and helped put the food in the fridge. Alastor fixed up his suit before turning to Charlie, saying, “Let’s start off with something simple. How about the poor man’s meal?” Charlie tilled her head and looked at the radio host and asks, “What’s poor man’s meal?” Alastor answers, “I’m glad you asked. It came from the great. Depression. It’s mainly made of potatoes and hot dogs should be easy enough.” Charlie nods her head and gets ingredients and help Alastor to ready the pot. Together the two could make the poor man’s meal with Alastor, guiding Charlie on how to make it. Once done, Charlie looks at Alastor with a nervous look like he’s Gordon Ramsay and this is kitchen nightmares. Alastor took a bite and hummed. “Well, I had worse roadkill than this, but I definitely had better.” Once again Alastor mocked Charlie. The tall blonde stared downwards; defeat, Alastor placed his hand on her shoulder. “Come now dear Charlie, you’re never fully dressed without a smile. It’s not that bad. Besides, this is no longer the great depression. Add some spices to it and it will be brilliant!” Alastor says, trying to cheer up Charlie a little. Charlie smiled at the deer man and got out the spices. Alastor said which ones to add and carefully Charlie adds them in. The two tried the food again. Charlie smiled widely and bounced up and down. The princess of hell hugged the radio demon, Alastor paused, unsure what to do. He awkwardly pats Charlie’s back like a dad, unsure what he is doing, not far from the truth, really. Charlie steps back and apologize, she runs off yelling to Vaggie that she did it.

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[supersizemeplz]

Loaded Teas & Introductions

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black PlusSized Reader

A #supersizedfic mini. I heard this mashup on TikTok and fell in love. But the initial one shot is inspired by a comment I seen if hearing it and seeing the love of your life. So here’s the mashup and I hope you enjoy. Excuse any typos.

Its this one thing that caught me slippin..

It’s this one thing, I want to admit it..

It’s this one thing and I was so wit it…

The soles of the regularly worn sneakers met the pavement in rhythm to the instrumental of the mix that played. Yahya smirked at the smooth blend of the two songs. Greeting the few people he passed, he made his way to his favorite spot for loaded teas. The headphones on his head made him feel as if he stood inside the song. The words floated around him as he moved his shoulders softly whilst nodding. 

Pushing the glass door open, he was hit with a rush of cool air and the aroma of faint sweetness. Light bounced off the tiled floor to add to the brightness of the room. Soft tones danced on the walls and matched the relaxed decor of the establishment. He pushed back a headphone from his ear and softened his music. A smile graced his lips. 

“Sup, Ya. How’s it going man?” The asian barista greeted him with a smile. His dark hair was pulled into a bun atop his head as he stood behind the counter. The soft blue uniform hugged his body comfortably, showing off his toned figure. Short sleeves hid the top of the colorful artwork that adorned his left arm. “The usual or would you like to try our new flavor?” He raised an arched brow for added affect. 

“A new flavor?” Ya smirked. “You know I’m down for whatever magic you make, brother. Let’s w switch it up.” Xen smiled, clapping his hands together before getting to work. 

Ya turned to lean against the counter as he waited for his order. Catching up with his old colleague like usual. He laughed at a joke that Xen said as he looked to the door that notified the entry of another customer. His eye caught her hips hugged by the sundress she wore. But when he caught that smile..

“Whoa..” He breathed the words just loud enough for Xen to hear. “She’s beautiful.”

“Who?” The barista raised an eyebrow and followed his line of sight. A smile caught his lips and he sat the finished drink on the counter. “Ohhh, beautiful she is. Why don’t I introduce you to her?” He lifted a hand to the smiling woman that had bent down to coo at the toddler of a customer close to the door. 

Once she stood, her eyes found them both at the counter. She smiled bigger as she approached. Ya couldn’t help but return the expression. As she got closer, he noticed the light catch the glint from her septum ring. “Xen. How is the world treating you today, brother?” Her full lips were glossed and he took in every word she spoke. 

“I’m doing amazing, actually. I got a workout in before my shift, I have a date tonight, and my good friend came to see me.” Xen gave a gentle tap to Yahya’s shoulder. “Yahya, meet Yana. She’s good friend of Samaria. She was a bridesmaid at our wedding.”

Yana held out a hand, meeting his eyes for the first time. Ya felt his heart skip a beat as he accepted her soft touch, losing himself in a trance. The song he was listening to earlier was hushed and on repeat. He felt like this was a scene in a movie. Her lips moved but he didn’t hear the words leaving them. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Yahya.” Her words finally broke through with a giggle. Ya snapped from his admiring with a nervous chuckle, rubbing his neck once he freed her hand. Mumbling a ‘Sorry’. 

“Uh, you can just call me Ya. If you’d like?” He grinned, standing up straight. Xen coughed to cover his laugher, getting a quick side eye from Ya. Sending him off to fix her usual order with a smirk. Yana had amusement in her eyes as he nodded, repeating the nickname. 

“Ok, Ya. I like that name. It rolls off the tongue..” She looked up at him through her lashes. “How long have you known Xen?”

“We were good friends in college. Shared an apartment together the last two years of college.” He explained. “He’s the reason I got through Calculus II.”

“He is a wizard with numbers.” She added in. Getting a theatrical bow from Xen. They all laughed as he placed her drink on the counter by Ya’s. She thanked him with an excited squeal as she paid. After declining Xen’s offer for it be on the house.  “I always look forward to my drink for the day.”

“Me too. I hate I can’t get over here more often.” Ya took a sip of his. Giving a hum of approval. “But i make sure to find time out the week to come over and visit.”

After a few minutes of conversation, the bell dinged to introduce a group of customers. Moving both Ya and Yana off to the side by themselves. She looked off for a moment and he got a glimpse of her close up. Her features were soft and he wondered if her skin felt as soft as he imagined. The scent of her perfume was soft and similar to strawberries. He loved it. 

“Sorry, if I’m being to forward but..” He cleared his throat before straightening up. Mentally encouraging himself. “Would you allow me treat you to dinner sometime? Just a night of me proving myself to you.”

[soulofapatrick]

Brewing Desires - Joel Miller x Reader

Chapter Two ⇢ A Second Shot

Summary: Your date with Joel goes better than you expect 

Words: 2.4k 

Warning; None 

Y/N’s POV

Joel’s house is pretty, rows of multicoloured flowers line the sides of the house and the door is painted a bright blue colour which I’m guess was Ellie’s choice as the flowers seem more like Sarah. It adds love and a liveliness to it, distracting me enough to knock without feeling too anxious, having been surprised when Joel suggested our first date be at his so he can show me just how good of a cook he is. 

Joel opens the door, his warm smile welcoming me inside. He looks a little flusters and there’s a nervousness in the way his hands tremble slightly as he takes my jacket and hangs it up so I act on instincts, clasping his hands in mine, “Anything you make will be perfect. It could be a burnt pizza for all I care, I’m just happy to be here.” His gaze meets mine with a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over his features. His hands tightening around mine, finding solace in the connection and I can sense the vulnerability beneath his surface, the desire to make this evening memorable and special. 

A soft smile curves his lips as he squeezes my hands gently, “Thank you,” He whispers, voice filled with sincerity, “I just want everything to be perfect for you.” 

In that moment, standing in Joel’s beautifully adorned home, I feel a rush of emotions flood through me. Excitement intertwines with nervous anticipation, creating a delightful whirlwind within my chest. This evening has the potential to mark the beginning of something extraordinary and if Joel is the other person I’m ready to grab opportunity by the balls. 

A gentle warmth fills the air as Joel leads me to the heart of his home, the kitchen. The tantalising aroma of spices and simmering flavours envelopes the space, evoking a sense of comfort and culinary delight. The soft glow of warm lighting dances off the polished countertops, casting a cosy ambiance that invites me to settle in which I do. Watching Joel move around the kitchen with a practiced ease, putting the finishing touches on the meal he has prepared. I watch as his hands effortlessly navigate the ingredients, each movement purposeful and confident. It’s evident that cooking is not just a skill for him but a passion that he takes pride in. 

As he stirs the simmering sauce, he glances over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine with a soft gaze. His voice, filled with warmth and a touch of playfulness, reaching my ears, “Would you like a place of wine?” He offers, gesturing to the unopened bottle and I raise an eyebrow at him as I never took Joel as a red wine kinda guy, or a wine guy at all, “I-if you don’t like it I have beer, cider, white wine err-“ 

“I just didn’t peg you as a wine kind of guy, I was thinking more of a beer man.” I’m blurting out and he’s breaking into a grin, nodding to the fridge, a silent agreement to my statement. 

Joel chuckles, his laugher filling the kitchen and adding a delightful melody to the atmosphere, “You’re right, I’m definitely more of a beer man myself,” He admits, voice laced with amusement, “I didn’t know what you’d like and Tommy was adamant on women loving red wine so I got it out just in case he was right for once.”

“Well,” I stand, making a move towards the fridge, “As much as I do love a glass of red I’m more of a cider girl.”

Joel’s grin widens as he watches me approach the fridge, “Cider it is then.” He says, nodding when I silently ask if I can open his fridge. As I open the door, I find an assortment of beverages neatly arranged inside, among the rows of bottles, cans and cartons I sport a bottle of fruit cider. I reach for it, feeling the cool place in my hand, and grabbing a beer for him before I turn to Joel with a smile. With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Joel nods approvingly, “Excellent choice.” He remarks, voice filled with genuine enthusiasm, “I have a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine.” 

“I’d hope so after the efforts I went to in order to get your number.” I reply, a flush to my face at the admittance and it only seems to make him grin even more as he begins to plate up the food, it smelling really fucking good. I watch with admiration as he skilfully arranges the dishes on the plates, his movements confident and precise. It gives me a moment to appreciate the atmosphere in the kitchen - the soft glow of the lights, the comforting aroma of the simmering sauce, and the sound of Joel’s occasional hums as he works. It feels cozy and intimate, as if we’re a sharing a secret space where time stands still. 

With a gentle clatter, he places the plates on the kitchen counter, inviting me to take a seat at the nearby dining table. I comply eagerly, my anticipation growing with every passing moment, As I settle into the chair, Joel joins me at the table, his eyes shining with excitement. We exchange knowing glances, aware of the unspoken connection that has been growing between us throughout the evening. 

“So,” Joel speaks, “What made you become a barista?” 

I take a moment to gather my thoughts, appreciating the genuine interest in Joel’s question. Leaning back slightly in my chair, I offer a small smile before responding, “I’ve always loved coffee and it was my brother’s dream to own a cafe so that’s what I did. He couldn’t do it so I did it for him, mixing my love for coffee and my want for him to be remembered I moved to Austin on a whim and bought the building and the rest is kind of history now.” 

Joel’s eyes widen slightly, his curiosity piqued by my heartfelt response. He leans forward, his gaze unwavering, as if he wants to hear every detail of the story behind my decision. It tugs at my heartstrings a little thinking about Scott and how he couldn’t see his dreams come true but I swallow down that melancholy feeling as I don’t want to ruin this chance at love with Joel. I just know Scottie would smack me if I fucked it us as I’m a hermit when it comes to socialising and Joel… Joel’s the man every girl dreams of having. 

“That’s incredible.” Joel says, reaching across the table to cover my hand with his comfortingly, his voice tinged with admiration, “To turn your brother’s dream into reality and honour his memory in such a meaningful way… that takes courage and determination.”  Feeling Joel's warm hand covering mine, a surge of comfort courses through me. His touch is both grounding and reassuring, making me feel seen and understood in a way that is incredibly special. There's a genuine sincerity in his words that resonates deeply, soothing the lingering ache of loss that occasionally surfaces. 

“Thank you,” I respond softly, my gaze locking with his as I lean forwards, “What about you mister mystery cowboy, tell me about yourself.” 

A gentle smile plays on Joel’s lips as he leans back in his chair, seemingly considering where to begin. His dark roast eyes meeting mine again, a flicker of vulnerability within them, as if he’s about to share a part of himself that rarely reveals, “Well, I guess you could say I’ve always been drawn to a simpler life.” Joel begins, his voice calm and reflective, “I was born and raised in Austin, been looking out for Tommy’s dumbass since before I can reminder and I’m a contractor.” He pauses for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, before continuing, “I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs, like anyone else. Life has a way of throwing curveballs at you. But I wouldn’t change anything,” Joel’s gaze becomes more intense, a hint of determination in his voice, “As look where it’s led me, sharing a meal with a remarkable woman who has sparked something in me I haven’t felt in a long time.” 

A blush creeps its way up my neck as I listen to his words, feeling a surge of warmth and connection between us. It’s a tender moment, one where we’re opening up to each other and discovering the layers that lie beneath the surface. A soft smile spreads across my lips as I absorb Joel’s words, his honesty and the glimpse he’s offered into his life. It’s lear that he’s a man who values loyalty and has a deep sense of responsibility towards those he cares about.

“Come on, let’s sit somewhere more comfortable.” He suggests as he stands, taking the now empty plates and placing them in the sink to be washed later. He guides me into the living room, a subtle invitation to further explore the budding chemistry that simmers beneath the surface. The air feeling charged with anticipation, the unspoken desire to bridge the distance that separates us and allow u=our lips to meet. Our movements are careful, almost hesitant, as if both of us are afraid to disrupt the delicate balance that has been established. 

We find ourselves standing in the centre of the room, facing each other. The soft glow of the dimmed lights casts a warm ambiance, casting dancing shadows upon the walls. The space between us seems to shrink, the gravitational pull of our unspoken attraction growing stronger. Joel's gaze locks with mine, a mixture of longing and restraint in his eyes. His hand reaches up, hesitating for a moment before gently cupping my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the warmth of his palm against my skin, the unspoken invitation lingering in the air, “I really want to kiss you.” 

I don’t respond but reach a hand up to tangle in his soft salt and pepper locks, drawing him down into a kiss, not much more than a brush of his lips against mine. It’s like two magnets drawn together, lips finally meeting in a gentle and tentative kiss at first, a delicate exploration of each other’s warmth and tenderness. It’s a whisper of promise, an invitation to dive deeper into the pool of shared desires. But, as the kiss deepens, passion igniting like a wildfire, Joel’s hands find purchase on my hips in a tight grip as he pulls me flush against him. The electricity that had been swirling in the air now coursing through my veins, creating an intoxicating fusion of sensations. The intensity of the kiss lingers in the air as Joel’s hands remain firmly on my hips, his touch both possessive and gentle. Without breaking our connection, he takes a step backwards, his eyes never leaving mine, until the back of his legs makes contact with the edge of the sofa. 

In a smooth and calculated motion, Joel eases himself down onto the cushions, his grip on my hips guiding me to straddle his lap. My knees find their place on either side of his thick thighs and I can feel the heat of his body beneath me, the anticipation of what’s to come sending a delicious shiver down my spine. We’re now intimately close, our chests pressing against each other, our breaths mingling in the space between us. Joel’s hands, still firmly griping my hips, apply a gentle pressure, encouraging me to shift closer. As I respond to his unspoken request I feel a surge of desire ripple through me, Joel’s dark eyes almost black and pulls blown out wide as he looks up at me only stokes the fire in my chest. 

Sitting astride him, I can feel the rhythm of his breath against my lips, his heart beating in sync with mine. His fingers grip my jaw, bringing my lips oh so close to his before he’s murmuring, “I don’t usually do this on a first date but fuck,” he chokes out, letting out a shuddered breath, “Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” 

“Then show me.” I manage to whisper and it seems to snap any control he has, dragging me forwards that last inch to kiss me with almost bruising force but I just melt into it. The air crackles with raw desire as he crashes our lips together in a reverent, passionate kiss. It’s collision of pent-up longing and unleashed passion, a meeting of two souls drawn together by an irresistible force. The intensity of his kiss takes my breath away, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume everything else. His lips move against mine with a hunger and urgency that matches my own, as if we've been waiting for this moment our entire lives. I yield to his touch, surrendering myself completely to the intoxicating whirlwind of sensations. His grip on my jaw tightens, his fingers tracing the contours of my face with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire pressing against me, urging me to lose myself in the depths of our connection. 

As our tongues entwine, a symphony of desire and longing fills the room. Every brush, every exploration of our mouths sends electric shocks coursing through me, heightening the pleasure and deepening our connection. There is an urgency, a desperation in our kiss, as if we're trying to convey through touch what words cannot express. I melt into the kiss, my body molding against his with an instinctual need for closeness. The world around us fades away, leaving only the rhythm of our breaths, the mingling of our souls, and the shared hunger that propels us forward until he’s breaking the kiss. Both of us gasping for air, lips shiny and kiss-swollen, neither wanting to be apart for too long. 

“Sweet girl,” Joel caresses my cheek, “We continue like this then I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” 

Joel Miller. The things this man does to me without knowing it. I’m not usually like this. No, scrap that, I’m never like this but it’s like Joel throws caution to the wind for me. I’m speaking words I don’t think I’d ever expect to come out of my mouth but it can only lead me somewhere great so I say them, excitement sweet on my tongue: 

“Then don’t.”

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[same-name-supremacy]

Same anon that ask for the Lincoln scene, either one can do nicely.

I’ll do written because I’m busy with Nocovember! Now, how do I write this, roleplay style or book style. Fuck it I’ll do both, I’m lazy

Lincoln: But I won, I even built your bike for you.

Heath rips his arm out of Lincoln’s grasp. A scowl is preset on his face.

Heath: haha, I don’t know what’s he’s talking about. His scowl melts away to a nervous smile.

Glenn, Danika, DJ, Ginnifer and Opal come over to check out the growing argument

Heath: You should leave with your dignity intact. It will make you seem a lot more handsome in the instant replays

Lincoln: But we were going to the finally three together! He holds his hands together, worried

Heath: Guess were not

Lincoln: Aren’t you even sad? We’re BFFs! His arms fall to his sides

Heath: Yeah! For the contest. He cross his arms, looking Lincoln up and down. It’s not like we’re going to be best friends for life or anything! he shakes his head in amusement

Lincoln gasps in shock, stepping back

Lincoln: I can’t believe you just said that! He lifts up his right hand, pinky finger sticking up. But we pinky swore!

Lincoln pauses, his face morphing into anger

Lincoln: You mean I’ve been helping you all this time and you didn’t even like me? He put his arms to his sides

Heath: Truth?

Lincoln nods

Heath: Not really. No.

Lincoln gasps again. The others look at Heath in anger

Heath: What? We’re not here to make friends! We’re here to be celebrities remember?

Danika: Oh that’s cold dude. She’s wiping the oil off her face

Heath: Like you’re such a team player. All you do is scare the snot out of everyone

Danika: At least I’m straight with people!

Heath: Whatever! I have invincibility! No one can touch me! He walks away

Glenn: This week.

Lincoln: You really are mean! And all that mean stuff everyone says about you is true! Like how your a two faced, backstabbing, lying little, $+*#&!$#&(#’@*$!&@%!$*#*

Everyone looks shocked, expect Glenn, who’s smiling

Lincoln: I always told them they were wrong! I stood up for you! Because I thought we were BFFs! But they were RIGHT! You really are a two faced, backstabbing, lying little, $+*#&!$#&(#’@*$!&@%!$*#* and guess what! I don’t want to be BFFs anymore!

Heath crosses his arms. Angry

Lincoln: I’d rather spend my time cleaning the bathrooms then shopping with you! And PS, your sunglasses are tacky! He has a smug smile on his face

Heath’s anger was replaced by shock and offence. Laugher from everyone starts rising

Glenn: Yeah! You tell him!

Heath: Oh go jump in the piranha pool! He storms off

Issac and Leshawn finally show up again crashing into the lake

Confessional cut

Lincoln: I don’t know what came over me. Oh wait! Yes I do! Heath is a total $+*#&!$#&(#’@*$!&@%!$*#*

And that’s it! Hope you enjoyed!!

[cljordan-imperium]

The Andromeda Effect Halloween

Or - Jasper Gives A Gift

What happens when a demon learns the secrets the Andros's are keeping?

“I still cannot believe you picked Scrooge as my costume.” Caliban chuckled as he offered his arm to Adira at the top of the staircase they were about to descend to the first level of the mansion so they could greet their guests who should start arriving in about an hour.  “I’m not that tight with money.”  He gave her a smirk as he gazed down at her out of the corner of his eye, her hand sliding into the crook of his elbow. “I don’t know, I think you look rather fetching in the vest and morning coat.  It was more the outfit I was going for than the character.  Cratchet was poor and I can never remember Scrooge’s nephew’s name.”  Adira laughed, rather glad he had picked Aphrodite for her.  It meant flat sandals, so she’d at least be in comfortable shoes for the duration of the party that she was still nervous over, no matter how many times he’d told her that she didn’t have to be.  The dress wasn't horrible either. 

Still looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he also made sure not to trip on the stairs, “is that so?  And you got Lars and Marcin to dress as Men in Black for the same reason?  They look good in their suits?”  He had to tease her.  He loved the way that the blush rose to her cheeks and her lashes would flutter, the melodic quality her laugh had when she was slightly off balance, and the smile that came after.  

“No,” Adira lightly slapped his bicep with her other hand and rolled her eyes.  “There’s two of them, they’re going to be standing around and they’re serious.  I thought it would be amusing, and they liked not having to actually dress up as anything.”  She laughed, feeling a slight heat in her cheeks at the way that Caliban was looking at her coupled with his teasing.  The fact that she didn't always have to be on guard around him made everything better, she could relax and truly enjoy lofts with him. 

“I see, well, there will be no zapping out anyone’s memory tonight.  I do want you to have a good time and they can eliminate any alien threat to that.”  He continued the tease and the continuation of her laughter was his reward, which he was more than happy with.  “I will hold all of you to that.”  The lights that had been hung around the entry danced in her eyes as she smiled up at Caliban once they had reached the bottom of the stairs.  “You all promised to behave tonight, and NO business.”  Adira tskd at him, pursing her lips as she fought laugher at his mock indignation at the suggestion that he would.  “If you’re a good boy, I promise there are rewards.” She winked up at him with a mischievous look in her eye.

“I do like your rewards.”  He couldn’t help but grin as he placed a kiss on her cheek and then they began to make sure all of the food and decorations were in order.  The caterer and event planner had been busy all day, but one more once over wouldn’t hurt.  As they did, Caliban couldn’t help but watch his wife as she did so, thinking how she had settled into being the Lady of the Manor role perfectly.  Theirs was far from a traditional marriage in any way, but it was working for them, and they were growing closer with each passing day.  The misunderstanding over Theron’s joke might have been one of the luckiest things to happen to him.

It seemed like far too soon that the guests started arriving.  Adira stayed close to Caliban since he knew them all, and would be introducing them all to his new wife of course.  She'd changed the color and style of her hair, so she was hoping that along with the costume that any of them that knew Mircea would not recognize her. 

"Well,  Caliban, I had heard you'd gotten married but I swore that it had to be a lie.  Now I see you next to this angelic creature and I do believe you have kidnapped and drugged the poor girl." A sarcastic voice with a heavy British accent had both of the couple's heads turning to view that dark blonde haired male, dressed as a pirate, who stood the same height as Caliban.   Jasper was now wishing he'd brought Annabella with him, she always did enjoy these human parties.  Although then he'd have to deal with that damn cranky ass angel she was now mated to. 

"Jasper? You made it! Glad to see you!"  Caliban greated his friend who he swore had to know the best plastic surgeons because the man never seemed to age.  "Adira, this is my friend Jasper from London.  Jasper, meet Adira, the first and last Mrs. Andros." There was clear pride written across his face as he introduced them.  It intrigued the demon that had known him for years. 

"It's a pleasure, Jasper." Adira gave him a warm smile and extended her hand.  This was only the second person Caliban had introduced with only a first name, so she knew that they were actual friends and not in some kind of business together. 

"Oh, I assure you Lady Andros, the pleasure is all mine." Jasper's smile was devilishly charming as he took her hand to bring the back up to his lips to kiss the back.  He always was a cheeky asshole that loved the slight narrowing of Caliban’s eyes and tightness in his mouth that indicated veiled jealousy.  Oh,  Caliban,  don't make it so easy. 

"How did you manage to corner such a divine creature and convince her to tie herself to you?  He's not holding you hostage, is he dear?" Jasper already had picked up there was deception afoot, but what and why would take him just a tad bit longer to ascertain.

Caliban’s arm went around Adira's waist at Jasper's last tease.  He'd seen the slight falter in her smile and tremor in her hand, and knew they were more than just nerves of the evening. "I knew from the moment I saw Adira that she was different, special.  It was all a whirlwind after that.  I am just lucky that she so happily agreed to be my wife,  I was afraid she might say no." He looked over at the woman he was coming to love and gave her a wink. 

"He made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Adira teased, garnering laughter from both men.  "What else could I say to a man that has shown me from our first meeting what honesty and security truly are." She beamed up at Caliban.  "It's just gotten better since."

Well, weren't they just sickeningly adorable, and honest?  Jasper REALLY could have used Annabella to cut the sugary syrup sweetness at the moment.  He'd just have to manage, and figure out what they weren't saying. 

"You don't have to lie to bolster his ego, darling.  I've known him for years.  You can say he's a right bastard but he's good in bed,  it's okay" Jasper and Caliban laughed, but there was a moment before the laughter started when Jasper saw it: pure unadulterated terror in Adira’s eyes.  It wasn't Caliban, so who was the beauty afraid of?

"Don't listen to him." Caliban’s eyes rolled.  "He's just sore that I always beat him at poker." He'd felt Adira tense and while he wasn't quite sure what caused it,  his hand had been gently and discreetly soothing her back since.  That he now got a light laugh from her was a relief.  Maybe the big party had still been too soon. 

"I have been besmirched!" Jasper feigned outrage to get the lovely Adira to relax and laugh more.  "I demand recompense!" He could definitely see what Caliban saw in Adira, the sound of her laughter was melodic and she was beautiful.  A little shy for his tastes,  but he was a demon after all. 

"And what is it that you are demanding?" Caliban chuckled as his head shook.  He could only pray his wine cellar survived. 

"I think a dance with the fair Lady Adira would suffice."  Another charming smile and appreciative gaze over the new Mrs. Andros.  Was that one of Caliban’s molars cracking? Oh, Jasper loved this game. 

"I do not speak for my wife,  Jasper.  We may both be dressed like the Victorian age, but I at least am more modern."  There were few men that it would bother him for Adira to be in the arms of, for some reason Jasper just became one of them, although Caliban was doing his best to keep an amused facade.  He didn't want Adira to detect any issue, especially when the issue was him.

For a moment Adira glanced back and forth between the men, completely unsure of the dynamic she was facing.  They truly seemed on good enough terms, so she would try to play along and hope it was the right choice.  At least she knew if it was the wrong one that Caliban wouldn't be upset with her.  

"One, but I am afraid that is the limit.  Scrooge isn't just stringy with his money." She put on a good front and a sly smile,  before casting her eyes up towards Caliban’s.  He was chuckling so that was a good sign. 

"I see why you married her. She drives a hard bargain.  Must be turning your organization a tidy profit." Jasper teased more,  not missing the quick kiss Caliban dropped on the tip of his wife's head.  Sweet.   He was reassuring her, but why? What had this woman so scared in a room full of armed guards?  Oh he did love a good mystery.

Caliban’s mouth went dry for a second, Jasper could have no clue how close he was to the truth of how it all started.   "Not even close to one of her better qualities."  The look of pride returned when he looked over at Adira, who had blushed profusely.  "Although having her here in my office has made work far more enjoyable."

He wasn’t lying and the affection between them was clear.  Jasper was now itching to sweep her away where he could use his powers to find out what was going on that wasn't being said and caused clouds to occasionally dim the bright light of the woman his friend loved.  Annabella was better at this, but a demon always does have his tricks.

"I can imagine." Jasper grinned then offered his arm as a slow song began to play. "Shall we, Mrs. Andros?" He made sure to make it clear he respected their marriage, even if he still had questions about it.

Once Adira had slipped her hand lightly onto his forearm, he guided her to where the dance floor had been set up.  He could feel an almost physical weight from Caliban’s gaze on him.  When they reached the dance floor and his hand landed on the small of Adira's back, Jasper could feel that weight increase.  For a human, Caliban was intense, Jasper liked that about him.  

There was little talking as Jasper led Adira across the dance floor in a fluid waltz, but there didn't have to be.  He'd already discovered the source of her fear within a minute, and within the next the whole of the sorted events that led to her marriage to Caliban.  My, my, these two had secrets that impressed even a demon like him!  Annabella was definitely going to hear about this.

By the end of the dance Jasper had all his answers, Adira was smiling still, and there was a vein pulsing on Caliban’s forehead.  Jasper loved it!  He made sure to put his hand atop Adira’s on his arm as they returned to Caliban, getting far too much enjoyment out of watching the muscle in the man's jaw start to tick over it.  He suspected the issue was that Caliban didn't know that as he was falling in love with his wife, the same was true for her. 

"I return her to you completely unharmed and her pockets unpilfered." Jasper took Adira’s hand off his arm as he guided her towards Caliban.   If the man did not see how she looked at him and know she loved him then humans truly were blind. 

"Unscathed." Adira turned in a circle with a light laugh.  "Pirate kidnapping is apparently painless." She smiled as she took her place next to Caliban and took his hand.

"Lord knows I would pay the King’s ransom to get her back, so I appreciate you not bankrupting me tonight." Caliban started relaxing and laughed.  He still wasn’t sure why he'd been quite so overly jealous, other than his fear at times that she might still see their marriage as fake and only on paper. 

"No, that's the next poker game, Cal."  Jasper teased before making an excuse about seeing someone he needed to talk to and moving off through the room.  Truth was, he needed to go get his wedding present for the couple.  One he knew would be something they both wanted. 

Hours passed, many guests came and went, Caliban was able to temper his jealousy so Adira never noticed a thing.  He would not ruin the night for her.  She meant too much and they'd come too far for that. For her part, Adira was able to mostly relax and enjoy herself.  Those times when she felt overwhelmed or anxious, Caliban never minded her sticking very close to his side.  Some might say he looked forward to those times. 

It was the wee hours of the morning when the party wound down.  Adira had gone upstairs with Lars and Marcin, having developed a migraine around midnight.  Caliban had checked on her more than once and was now seeing the final few guests out when he noticed Jasper leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, and smirking.   

"What are you up to?  Or are you too drunk to know?" Caliban teased Jasper as he walked over.   He couldn’t even remember seeing him at the party after the dance with Adira.  Now he was suspicious of what was going on. 

"I realized I came to the party without a gift for the newlyweds.  How rude of me.  I had to make a quick run and rectify that."  Jasper grinned and held out what looked like a jewelry box to Caliban who took it looking a little confused.  "I would open it before showing Adira though, you want to be prepared."  His grin grew.

"What did you do?" Caliban chuckled and prepared himself for some obscenely priced jewelry piece to lay within the box.  When he got no answer to his question, he opened it.  It took over a full minute for it to register what he was looking at.  His eyes flicked up to Jasper who was just standing there looking pleased with himself, then back down to the box; the box that contained the severed finger and family crest signet ring of Mircea Kalavati. 

"It can't be traced back to you. YOU were here all night with your lovely wife.  Your lovely wife who will never have to fear that monster again. The demons have a new play toy in Hell." Jasper's grin was a bit smug, Caliban would have no clue how accurate the last sentence was.  

"How did you know?" Caliban was still stunned.  Not so much that someone he knew could or would do such a thing, as stunned that Jasper would know who Adira was.

"Your wife clearly adores you, Cal, and you her; but more than once at a slight verbal misstep, I saw true fear in her.  When things don't add up, I want to know why.  Tonight I also eliminated the why. I take care of my friends." Jasper's grin had faded, now he spoke earnestly.  Were Abriella and Annabella turning him soft and noble?  He hoped not.

Caliban extended his hand. "I honestly don’t know what to say, Jasper.   Thank you! I take care of mine too, if you ever need." 

Jasper shook his hand and inclined his head.   He knew Caliban meant it too, even if he would never need it.  Then the men said goodnight and Jasper left through the front door this time.  He would be on camera arriving at the beginning of the party and leaving at the end.  All of Caliban’s guests would.  

The next morning the news reported on how Mircea Kalavati’s body had been found impaled on the top of a light pole outside police headquarters with one finger removed.  Caliban decided not to inform Adira of the "gift" from Jasper, since he was slightly unnerved at WHERE Mircea’s body was found and trying to determine the logistics of it getting there.   Sometimes it was better not to ask questions and just accept the gift. 

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[ssreeder]

So, have you heard "My Dead Gay Son" from Heathers? I think you may like it :D

I do like it

But it came at a price,,, meaning I got in my vehicle today with my entire family plus some and of course as phones do… it linked to the radio and apparently I listen to music very loudly and I swear each of their heads turned SO SLOWLY to look at me when the title of the song popped up ha…. HA…. Haaaaaaaa.

Whatever I blame Hakoda.

[dodger-chan]

Happy Halloween! Please enjoy this silly, unedited Stranger Things mini-fic as a treat.

When Wheeler the Elder tore her shirt to make a bandage Buckley let out a little giggle. Then another. It was very inappropriate, and Eddie wished she’d share with the rest of the class, because he needed something to laugh at right now.

“Sorry, I swear I’m not usually a nervous laugher, it’s just,” she giggled again and gestured at Wheeler’s attempted wound care. “He’s got more hurt than you’ve got shirt.”

Eddie snorted. A Rocky Horror reference in the middle of hell. Thank fuck for Robin Buckley and her (time)warped mind. He wondered where she had seen the movie. “Please don’t make me laugh when I’m bleeding, Robbie.” Harrington wheezed and winced. Nancy seemed to be the only one of them at a loss.

“What are you talking about?” She glared at Harrington, then Buckley, as though a stern look would provide her the context she lacks.

“It’s from a movie,” Eddie explained. “Well, kind of. Tearing a skirt to make a bandage is from the movie. What Buckley said is from the audience participation part of the film.”

“Fellow Rocky Horror nerd, huh?” Buckley asked, tentatively. It was, Eddie supposed, kind of an incriminating admission. One of those things that wasn’t exclusively queer - Harrington had gotten Buckley’s reference, after all - but it was indicative.

“Oh, absolutely. One of my favorites. I even dressed up for the anniversary showing they did in Indy last year.”

“Neat. We went to one in Chicago. We didn’t dress up, though.” Buckley grinned. “A lot of people thought Steve was going as Brad.”

“He does sort of naturally radiate ‘asshole,’ doesn’t he?” Personally, Eddie would rather picture Harrington in the tiny gold shorts of Rocky. 

“He does.” Buckley agreed.

“Fuck you both.” Harrington grumbled as Wheeler tied off the makeshift bandage.

“You know you love us, Steve.” Buckley gave him her hand and helped leverage Harrington back to a standing position. “So who did you dress up as? Was it Eddie?”

“Frank.” Harrington guessed. He looked Eddie up and down like he was picturing the corset and fishnets. Like he was appreciating the corset and fishnets. 

“It’s not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.” Eddie quoted, and bit his knuckle suggestively. Buckley cackled and Harrington, well, Harrington was about to make Eddie reassess his belief in the existence of straight Rocky Horror fans.

“I still don't know what you're talking about.” Wheeler looked annoyed at being left out.

“It’s kind of my favorite movie.”

“Just more Rocky Horror stuff. It’s a bit hard to explain.” Robin took Nancy’s arm and started leading her down through the dark trees. “We can watch the movie when we get back. Steve will let me borrow his copy.”

“Steve has his own copy?” Eddie asked. 

“Susan Sarandon running around in her underwear?” Harrington shrugged.

“That, and Tim Curry’s, um, everything.”

“His everything, huh?”

“You two better catch up or Nance and I will leave you here.” Buckley called back to them. Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“Com-ing,” he sing-songed. Not a terrible imitation.

Under his breath Steve added, “So’s Brad.”

[junglejim4322]

Never seen gone girl but I will say if I was accused of murdering my wife I’d also autist pill myself into the public thinking I was a deranged murderer. I’m a nervous SMILER that’s so much worse than a nervous laugher if I ever get accused of murder it’s so over. Dr Phil would invite me on his show and ruin my life

[lookturtles]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/54508330"><strong>Movie Night</strong></a> (1966 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/look_turtles"><strong>look_turtles</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Gotham%20(TV)">Gotham (TV)</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma<br />Characters: Martin (Gotham), Ed The Dog - Character<br />Additional Tags: tumblr prompt fill<br />Summary: <p>Set after No Man’s Land but before the time skip.</p><p>Ed has a surprise for Oswald during movie after they watch The Pebble and The Penguin</p>

An: Written for the tumblr prompt by theriddlersunderwear where Ed shows Oswald The Pebble and The Penguin.

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A week after The No Man’s Land Incident (as it came to be called) Oswald sent word to his Aunt Judy Olson and Martin came home.

The drive to Metropolis was long but it was better with Ed driving. They talked about a wide range of topics while Ed The Dog snoozed in the back seat. Oswald thought that he had been right when he called them brothers. Of course, he still had feelings for Ed, he did name his dog after him, but if he couldn’t have Ed’s love then he would settle for his friendship.

He stared out the window and Ed talked about the mating habits of emus. The sun was shinning and a cool breeze ruffled Oswald’s hair from his open car window. Off in the distance Metropolis was silvery and shinning like a diamond. Growing up, he spent every summer at his Aunt’s house and she was the only person he trusted to care for his son. If Gotham was dark and gritty then Metropolis was bright and clean; even the air smelled cleaner.

‘Oswald, I have something to ask you,’ Ed said from the driver seat.

‘Of course. You can ask me anything.’

‘I see… I just want to say… that is… would you like to have a movie night tonight?’ Ed asked nervously.

‘Movie night?’ Oswald asked slightly confused. He didn’t see why Ed would be nervous about that.

‘Yes. I thought we could celebrate Martin coming home by watching a movie.’

‘Ah, that sounds like a great idea! Do you have a movie in mind?’ He said excitingly. He couldn’t wait to have his son home and a movie would be a great way to celebrate.

‘I do, but you’ll have to wait and see but I think you’ll like it,’ Ed said with a grin.

Oswald smiled. He had no doubt he would like whatever Ed would pick out, no one knew him better than Ed.

The drove down to Metropolis and parked in front of Aunt Judy’s house. All houses in the neighborhood looked the same; they were all small, square and had white siding. Judy’s house was different though. The house was small, the siding was yellow and there were little white flower boxes filled with brightly colored flowers under the windows. Dozens of lawn gnomes sat on the lawn in various poses.

Oswald stepped out of the car and Martin rushed out the house’s front door and almost knock him down as he gave him a big tight hug.

Oswald hugged him and kissed the top of his head. ‘I’ve missed you. How have you been?’

Martin looked up at him with tears in his eyes and signed, ‘I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re here. What happened to your eye?’ He asked when he saw that Oswald’s eye was bandaged. They had both learned Sign Language from Ed before No Man’s Land and it looked like they had both gotten better at it.

‘That’s good. I’m glad you were safe and don’t worry about my eye. I have someone I’d like you to meet,’ Oswald said as Human Ed opened the car door and Dog Ed jumped out.

Martin grinned as Dog Ed came up to them. Martin bent down and petted him as Dog Ed licked his face. He had been worried that his son and his dog might not get along, but he needn’t worry, they already looked like fast friends, if Martin’s laugher was anything to go by.

‘What’s his name?’ Martin signed as he petted Dog Ed with his other hand.

‘I call him Ed.’

‘Cool.’

Oswald stood up and his Aunt was standing in her doorway.

‘Ozzie, come over here and give me a hug,’ Judy said with a grin.

He went up to her and pulled her into a hug. She was a few inches taller than him and the scent of her orange blossom perfume filled his nose and he felt tears in his eye. Her gray curls reminded him so much of his mother.

‘How have you been, sweetheart?’ Judy asked as she broke the hug and took a good look at Oswald.

‘I’m fine now that my son is coming home. Has he been good?’ Oswald asked. He knew his son was good but he was worried that he might have been too much to handle for his elderly aunt.

‘Oh yes! He has been a good boy just like his father. He even made me a nome in art class. Would you like to see it?’ She said with excitement and pride in her voice.

Oswald smiled. He knew that Martin would get along with his Great Aunt.

‘Who do we have here?’ She asked when she spotted Ed standing awkwardly in her driveway.

‘Edward Nygma. It is nice to meet you, Oswald has spoken very much about you.’

‘Only good things, I hope,’ she said joking. ‘Now let me show you the nome Martin made.

‘Aunt Judy, can the dog come in the house?’ Martin signed quickly as he ran up to them with Ed the dog.

Judy bent down and stretched Ed ears and his tongue lolled out. ‘Of course, how can I say no to such a cute face.’

They all walked into the house and Oswald was taken back to his childhood. The wood floor still creaked when he stepped on a certain board and the air still smelled like mothballs. Dozens and dozens of snow globes lined the walls on wooden shelves and the couch in the living room still had a plastic cover on its yellow fabric. The only thing he didn’t like were the stuffed squirrels that sat on his Aunt’s mantle; their black glass eyes always creeped him out.

They walked through the house and next to one of her stuffed squirrels was a small ceramic nome. It is wearing a purple pointed hat and has blue eyes that were dots of paint on its white face. Oswald carefully picked it up and stared at it; for some reason he thought it was so cute.

Later that day, he heard Judy and Ed (The Human) talking in the kitchen and he decided to listen from the hallway even though his mother always told him not to eavesdrop he would often eavesdrop while he was Fish’s Umbrella Boy. Old habits died harder than Fish, apparently.

‘…can you tell me what happened to Ozzie’s eye?’ Judy asked.

‘He threw himself on a grenade to save our lives,’ Ed said.

‘Really?! I always knew he would grow up to be a hero!’ Judy said with excitement in her voice. ‘You must be great friends. I think this is the first time that Ozzie has ever brought someone over.’

‘I would hope so. We have had our ups and downs, but he is my best friend.’

Oswald felt happy tears falling from his good eye. He had never had a best friend, unless you count his mother or his dog, and Ed was his best friend too. It strengthened his resolve to keep his feelings for Ed a secret; he was not going to lose his best friend. He wiped his tears and walked into the kitchen.

‘Oh Ozzie, we were just talking about you. Ed told me how you lost your eye. I’m so proud of you,’ Judy said as she came to Oswald and took his hands into her own. She looked at him with pride in her eyes and he liked to imagine that that was how his mother would have looked at him.

‘Thank you. I only did what anyone would have done.’

‘Nonsense. You are a hero and I won’t hear any different.’

He was a villain (maybe even a super villain) but his aunt didn’t need to know that.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

She released his hands and went over to the stove to turn off the buzzing timer and pulled out an apple pie. His mouth watered; her pies were his favorite desserts and her apple pies were his favorite pies.

Ed came over and stood next to Oswald. ‘She’s right. You’re my hero…’

He whispered in Oswald’s ‘…and my villain.’

‘Really!? In that case I’ll be your hero,’ Oswald said with a smile. They might just be friends but he liked the idea of being Ed’s hero and his villain.

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That night, they were back at Cobblepot Manor and Martin was excited to be home and watch a movie.

Oswald had his cook make a large bowl of popcorn and when he carried it into the tv room he saw that Martin was already on the floor surrounded by pillows and blankets and Ed The Dog had his head on Martin’s lap and Martin was petting him.

Ed The Human was sitting on the couch with a remote in his hand. Oswald sat the popcorn bowl on the table next to the couch and sat down on the end of the couch opposite Ed.

‘What movie did you pick,’ he asked because Ed wouldn’t tell him, he said it was a surprise.

‘Oh you’re in for a real treat. I picked The Pebble and The Penguin,’ Ed said with big grin.

‘Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one. Is it a documentary?’ He asked because it would be just like Ed to choose a documentary for movie night.

‘No, but I think you’ll like it,’ Ed said as he turned on the movie.

It wasn’t a documentary but a cartoon. He watched enthralled. The animation was wonderful. He might be a romantic but he was rooting for the penguin Hubie to win the penguin Marina’s heart. When the giant monstrous seal was chasing the penguin Rocko he saw that Martin was hugging Ed The Dog close; he understood the feeling, during that scene he had grabbed Ed The Human’s arm.

After the movie, Martin hugged him and went to bed with Ed The Dog following close behind.

‘So, did you like the movie?’ Ed asked as he popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

‘Oh, yes. It was great!’ He said because it really was a great movie and he couldn’t wait for the next movie night.

Ed reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He lifted the lid and inside was an emerald that was square and green just like pebble that Hubie gave Marina. ‘Oswald will you accept this pebble and be my boyfriend,’ Ed asked sounding nervous.

Oswald looked at the ‘pebble’, back up at Ed and back up at the ‘pebble’. He couldn’t believe that Ed wanted to be his boyfriend.

He looked back up at Ed and carefully took the box from him. He picked up the emerald and looked at it in the light. It shined and was a deep green.

‘Of course, I’ll be your boyfriend! We don’t have to wait for the next full moon to go on a date, do we?’ he asked remembering that in the movie penguins had to wait until the Full Moon Ceremony to accept pebbles.

‘Not at all. In fact I would like to kiss you now,’ Ed said as he took Oswald’s hand a held it. His hand was warm and soft against Oswald’s hand.

Oswald moved close and brushed his lips against Ed’s. Ed’s lips tasted salty and buttery from the popcorn and Oswald couldn’t get enough. He deepened the kiss and crowded Ed against the arm of the couch. His body was solid against Oswald. They both groaned when Ed opened his mouth and their tongues brushed.

They didn’t wait for the full moon to go on their first date, but they did have to wait ten years for the second one because Oswald had been locked up in Blackgate.

[literaila]

Of course it does, of course.

Laughing in general is a 10/10 but in public places or when you're obviously not supposed is just top tier

i am a terrible nervous laugher and think everything is much too funny. when i’m at parties and there’s a prayer or a blessing i have to hold my breath so i don’t get banished

[trapton]

stuff i'm aggressively thinking about:

william gets migraines, and tension headaches from clenching his jaw regularly. he doesn’t mention it and you only know if you notice the signs. him popping codeine tabs, wearing red tinted sunglasses / dimmed office lights and temple rubbing.

I’m also thinking about how unintentionally unnerving he is. people, even as a kid were always telling his mother that there’s “something off about that boy.” — he’s also always sort of acted inappropriately in serious situations because he’s a nervous laugher, but in a way that’s beyond a normal level. he cannot hold in laughs that at times can be chilling, and other times can be giggles or snorting.

he’s also just in the same vein been unnerving in other ways. Suddenly appearing behind someone, his tone of voice, weird posture or over dramatic gestures / body language or big and fluid gesticulating. also he’s a very childlike adult. I feel like people probably get a shiver when he does something normal, just because of his off demeanor at times. though this even before he snapped and truly became sinister.

william stopped saying i love you to mike when he turned 13, and evan seldom heard it from him. he eventually only said it to elizabeth. not because he doesn't love his sons ... even michael. but elizabeth is daddy's girl, and she's the apple of his eye.