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nouearth · 11 months

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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!

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fanaticsnail · 26 days

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WIP Wednesday (Friday)

Thank you @rorywritesjunk for the tag. I am so looking forward to the Howl's Au you're doing!

Here is a cut from the next installment of Doffy's pollen I've been working on for the past little while. If there's something on my WIP list you're curious about, I'm happy to give a little snippet of what I've been chipping away at.

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes: Doflamingo x Reader Part 2

Synopsis: You've been invited to a soiree at the World Government HQ at the request of your friend, Maria, who is attending with her latest beau, Bogard. Doflamingo intentionally didn't ask you to attend on his arm, and is attempting to make you jealous by bringing two of his concubines with him. You decide to 'get even' by suggesting Sir Crocodile aid you in making him jealous in return.

Word Count: 460 (Just a snippet of a larger fic)

Context: You and Doflamingo have a love-hate relationship. He loves you, you hate him. He tried to drug you with the dust of the lust plant, only for your drinking glasses to be swapped at the last minute. He was in need of a reprieve and coerced you to "help him out". You did, but it doesn't make you hate him any less.

What to expect in this next installment: Drinking, jealous Doflamingo, sloppy drunk Doflamingo, pathetic Doflamingo, kissing Sir Crocodile, enjoying the company of Sir Crocodile, Doflamingo cornering you in a private room....

“Sir Crocodile,” you arch your back further on the bar and look up at him through your eyelashes, “Would you be up for a little game?” He arches his brow up, placing his cigar in his teeth before breathing in a gulping lungfull of sour smoke.

“Up to no good again are you?” He asked, the cool rumble of his voice shaking your spine in joyful anticipation. You nodded, subtle enough not to draw attention away from Doflamingo as he continued consuming his concubines’ mouths vigorously. “State your terms,” Sir Crocodile asked with a light purr.

“An exchange, sir,” you cocked your head, playfully biting your lip as you hummed at him, “I’ll buy you a glass of anything you want, if you would grant me a single kiss.” Sir Crocodile’s interest peaked, his eyes widening ever so slightly as you continued your suggestion.

“Doflamingo is attempting to make me jealous,” you noted, prompting Crocodile to look at him from the corner of his eye, “And I simply do not care.” Crocodile hummed in thought, enjoying another deep drag from his cigar, nodding at you to resume your explanation.

“I don’t want him, and I need him to know I don’t want him,” you confessed as Crocodile placed his cigar in the steel tray beside him, “I would rather chew glass than endure his attention a moment longer, so I thought perhaps if I were to enjoy the attention of another,” you drew up your index and middle fingers on the bar, playfully walking the digits atop the mahogany surface, “He might leave me in peace.”

“And I was the easier mark to make between all those here present?” Sir Crocodile hunched down to your level, looking deeply into your eyes with his stalking orbs.

“Not at all, sir,” you smirked, eyes darting between his with flirtatious mischief, “I chose you because I thought, one: Sir Crocodile would likely need something interesting to cure his boredom amongst the marines and fellow warlords,” you inched your fingers ever closer to his golden hook, looking down at it while you hovered your fingertips over the metallic surface, “And, two: Sir Crocodile is the most handsome man in this room, and it would be an absolute delight to hold his attention, even if naught for a moment.”

A slow chuckle emitted from deep within his throat, his eyes falling half-lidded as his smile grew wider and more playful beneath his scarred cheeks.

“A single drink for a single kiss,” he confirmed with a curt nod, his right hand collecting yours from atop his hook and pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles, “Or a bottle of my choosing, and you would be more than welcome to continue singing my praises atop my knee for the night, Princess.”

#one piece #x reader #snippet #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #sir crocodile #op sir crocodile #wip roundup

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nee-biter · 10 months

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[Pt. 2] A night with Miguel, Peter B and MJ

warnings: more intense than last time. pnv sex, dacryphilia, throat-fucking, wife-swapping, rough sex, throatpie, cuckolding (?)

minors dni 🙏

tagging: @sadslasher13 @a-randomscrub @cyberbugg @optimisticshoeartisanland @migueloharasgirlfriend @tallmanlover @6thhokageswife

part one

Miguel left kisses from your back to your shoulder, before pushing himself off the bed. (Meanwhile, Peter B grunted as MJ gags on his cock). "Look at me." Miguel demanded, hating the way your attention gets stolen, before turning you to lie down on your back.

He moves on top of you, his cock dangling over your face. You instinctively grasped his hand that widened your mouth. Miguel drew circles on your tongue, before pushing himself deeper. "That's right, blow me."

Your nose brushed his balls and you inevitably gagged. The way you struggled and moaned while your lips were wrapped around his length was to die for. Miguel bucked his hips, unable to contain his need for you.

"Go easy on her, Miguel~" MJ teased, as she knelt down beside your form. You were too focused on your husband to notice that MJ was wiping off the cum on her tits.

Peter B probably came on her after she sucked him dry.

You felt kisses on your body. MJ was on your right, peppering tiny kisses on the expanse of your chest. "Doesn't she look like an angel, my love?" She asked her husband, who responded by spreading your legs apart. Peter B gestured for his wife to take a taste of you.

MJ obliged, giggling as she brought two fingers to spread your pussy. While she was focused on pleasing you and making you feel good, Peter B made an effort to stay erect at the sight of his wife going down on you and the sight of you being face-fucked by his best friend.

Miguel couldn't contain it anymore and came inside your mouth. Some of his cum shooting into your throat. By the time he pulled out of you, Miguel noticed tears under your lashes. He kissed them and brushed your hair, giving you some semblance of comfort before whispering, "My little angel deserved that."

You found yourself in different other positions that night. None of you could stop.

At one point, you were on top of Peter B with his hands on your waist, rocking you back and forth on his cock. MJ was being spooned by Miguel to your left, her pussy stretched even wider as Miguel pounded into her.

At another point, you watched as Miguel sucked Peter B's cock, allowing you to adore your husband even further. He's got this side of him that was endearing to watch—a side that you want to see more. When Peter B painted his seed on Miguel's cheek, Miguel had to say, "This stays between the four of us."

The four of you took a small break by midnight, making way for a steamy makeout session between you and MJ as the two men ordered food—

—before resuming one last time, with both of your husbands on top of you. You could swear they made it into a competition, 'who could make their wife cum the fastest?' The answer was sooo obvious~

[TAKE THIS TIME TO BREATHE]

Morning after—MJ would wake you up by tickling your ear, saying there's a breakfast buffet downstairs if you want to catch it.

You declined, still spent from last night. Also because you wanted to stay behind with your sleeping husband. He was peaceful as he slept and you didn't want to disturb it by relinquishing your warmth from him.

MJ and Peter B went down to eat, but you kissed your husband good morning. Miguel had a smile on his face, still woozy from a few hours ago. Shifting his weight so that he'd be the one to give you sweet kisses, Miguel took his time to take care of you.

But he had one thing to ask from you, "Mi amor, I enjoyed last night. But I want you to assure me that this won't be a regular affair? I prefer to have you mine and only mine."

So, which is it? A frequent night of escapades with your hot friends or forever with your one true lover? The answer is up to you to decide~

thank u so much for reading 👁👁 more content from me soon i just gotta write my thesis lol

#spiderparents #across the spiderverse #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #mary jane parker #mary jane watson #nee writes #spiderdads #spiderman atsv

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Well, the season 5 trailer for Lego Monkie Kid is out and.... it's something...

I'm gonna be honest; the animation is... terrible.. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be mean, I do understand that the show's production has been moved to another studio, however, when you've built such an amazing show that's predominantly known for its beautiful and fluid hand-drawn animation the worst possible decision you could make is to move it to a studio that uses rigged models.

It looks janky, the proportions are off, it looks unfinished and it's overall just.. disappointing. Especially considering how long we all waited for it.

Again, LMK's animation is big part of why it's so popular, it's one of the main aspects that drew people in, to change that so suddenly and for it to be such a large downgrade is a big slap in the face to your audience.

I don't entirely understand WHY they moved studios, but regardless of reason; Wildbrain (the new studio) was NOT the right option for this.

I still very much love this show, and it will always hold a special place in my heart, and I will continue to make content for it of course, and at the end of the day I am glad that the series just swapped studios instead of being canceled but this was a very disappointing end result after over a year of waiting.

Edit:

Okay I've seen a lot of people on the opposing side of this argument and I get that, I understand some people don't actually mind much for the change and they don't like the new studio being discouraged, I get that and I agree, people shouldn't be sending threats or anything like that to this new studio.

However some of them are acting as if no one is allowed to be upset about the change whatsoever. I saw a post earlier addressing the situation who said people who complain about the change are (and I quote);

"Pathetic, useless, worthless, unworthy ungrateful brats"

...

First of all, it's hypocritical because just prior to that they were talking about how people shouldn't be mean to the new studio because they're trying their best, but immediately resorted to insulting people who didn't like the change.

Secondly; no matter how much you wanna look past it, at the end of the day LMK is a product and people pay to consume it, WildBrain is a STUDIO full of PROFESSIONAL animators who've worked on various projects over many years and they are being paid to put out a product that people will enjoy. If people don't enjoy it, they're naturally going to complain and let whoever in charge know that they don't like what direction they're taking with the shows production.

Telling people who don't like the change to "just shut the fuck up and be grateful" (also a real thing that I've seen multiple people say) isn't going to help anyone, it's not going to help the animators and it's not going to stop people from disliking the change.

Toxic positivity is still toxic. Do better.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid season 5

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calzone-d · 8 months

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Growing (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

pairing: ted lasso x fem!reader

warnings: so much fluff, michelle & ted’s mom mention, ted worrying as per usual, talks of having a child

summary: just some domestic fluff and then a deep convo caused by something henry said

a/n: promise i’m alive! posting this from the basement of nursing school. but only 7 more months left then i will go crazy on here. anyways here’s dad!ted fluff to make your heart swoon. i miss ted so much, he deserved so much more 😭

find my masterlist here.

requests are always open!

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the morning sun felt warm against your skin as you stretched in bed. you’d slept throughout the night for the first time in months. usually, you’d wake up with your baby girl a few times a night. sometimes you and ted would swap off.

apparently he took it upon himself to be on baby duty all night, and you definitely appreciated the extra sleep.

if you listened close enough you could hear ted talking to henry. henry’s laughter echoed through the hallways and it made you smile softly.

henry was the best big brother to charlotte. he loved helping pick out her outfits and teach her new things. at first he was worried you’d pull away because after all, he isn’t technically your kid. luckily, after lots of pinky promises and hugs he got comfortable with the idea of a new addition to your tight knit family.

from the minute he first held her they’ve been best friends.

as you lay reminiscing, you could hear her high-pitched giggles and babbles mixed in with the rest of the chatter.

your joints popped as you stretched once more before pulling yourself out of bed to slip on one of ted’s old sweatshirts and your pajama shorts. the floor was cold on your feet, so you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and followed the sound of the laughter.

henry was in the living room, and had swapped out entertaining ted and charlotte for his video game. ted had your baby strapped to his chest in the baby carrier while he moved around the kitchen making breakfast. he had her facing forward, and her chubby little hands reached out to grab at anything he dared to pick up. her dark wispy hair and button nose were a replica of ted’s and it was even more obvious when their faces were close enough to compare.

when he wasn’t using two hands, he had one planted firmly on the front of the baby carrier over her stomach. even though she was secure, they both found a bit of extra comfort knowing the other was right there. by the way her fingers gripped his larger ones, she clearly didn’t mind.

ted made conversation with her like she was able to communicate with real words.

“the batter look good enough to you, baby?”

she cooed at him. he dipped the tip of his index finger into the batter and brought it up to her mouth to taste.

“try some, charlotte.. here you go”, his voice was soft as she mouthed the pancake batter off his finger. she was silent for a moment before she began smacking her lips.

“you like it, sweet pea?”

she cooed and squealed more excitedly this time while kicking her legs out. her actions made ted giggle while he wiped his hand on a dish towel.

after a few minutes she started reaching for bowl of batter. ted brought another fingertip up to her mouth for her to taste. this time, it drew a sharp “ow!” out of him.

“shoot, sweetheart.. feels like you’ve got a tooth comin’ in there, huh?”

she looked up and backwards as best she could at him. one of ted’s hands came up to brush her hair out of her forehead while he rubbed his finger around her gums. she grunted at him and brought her tiny hands up to hold his. ted moved to the freezer to get a gel teething ring out for her to chew on.

charlotte babbled when he handed it to her and quickly realized it gave her more relief when it was in her mouth.

“that feel better? hmm.. there you go, baby.”

he murmured to her as he went back to breakfast. when he turned around, the sight of you made him break out into a smile, while charlotte broke out into a fit of babbles. her chubby legs were kicking in the air, occasionally hitting ted’s stomach.

“well good mornin’, sweetheart.”

“hi, teddy.”

you smiled at the pair and let ted pull you in for a sweet kiss. it didn’t last very long with the way charlotte was growing restless at the sight of you. she was a daddy’s girl all day long, but she still loved some time with her mom.

ted held a strong hand against her while he unfastened her harness, which wasn’t the easiest job with how wiggly she was. you chuckled lovingly at him and stepped closer to help him out.

“mama! mamamama! mamaaa!”, charlotte’s squeals and babbles made henry want to join in on the fun.

his feet raced across the floor until he came in the kitchen and immediately hugged you. he knew to not hug you in a way that would make you drop baby girl, but still found a way to give you a routine good morning hug.

“..there you go, sweetheart. go show mama those chompers.”

with one hand around henry and another holding charlotte on your hip, you shot ted a look.

“her teeth are coming in?”, this was news to you.

ted shared his discovery with you as he finally began cooking the pancakes.

“sure are, didn’t even realize ‘til she ‘bout bit my finger off”, he jokingly waved a finger at charlotte and you all laughed as she giggled at him.

“oooh! can i see?!”, even henry was excited about her new milestone.

you sat down at the kitchen table and placed charlotte on top so that she was facing you. henry joined and held a hand to her back while you took her face in your hands. charlotte was chomping away at her freezer ring and it was already covered in drool.

you softly pulled it from her mouth, “let mama see, baby.. oh my goodness! you do have some teeth in there!”, you cooed as you gently opened her mouth to take a look at her baby teeth.

ever the responsive baby, she squealed in response to your words. she let you hold her mouth open long enough for henry to take a peek, but she realized that her mouth was starting to hurt without her teething ring.

she settled down as you put her back in your lap with an arm holding her close to you. you bounced her softly and brushed her curls from her face, “she’s growing up, ted..”

ted shot you a smile from where he was flipping the pancakes, “i know! if we’re not careful, she’ll be as tall as henry next week!”

ted’s words made henry laugh, “no she won’t dad! she’s just a baby!”

more quiet now, charlotte have a drool-covered smile around her teething ring that was slowly growing warm.

“our big girl, huh baby?”, her high-pitched giggle made you all smile.

“alright, henry these are about done. want to help me with the last ones?”

henry eagerly shot up and ran to help ted flip the pancakes. you flipped charlotte around to where she could lie against your chest and gave yourself a moment to just hold her.

she immediately pressed her cheek against the part of your chest not covered by your t-shirt. her eyelashes fluttered against your skin, and even though it tickled you had no intentions of moving her. she began growing fussy against you as her teeth began hurting again.

“shhh,” you shushed her and began gently rocking her, “i know it hurts baby, i’m sorry.”

you didn’t realize it but ted had stepped away and left henry in charge of the pancakes. he quickly returned with some baby teething gel you’d picked up in preparation for this moment.

“oh- thank you, honey.”, he handed it to you before returning back to where henry was standing near the stove.

“look at that sweet girl, daddy’s got us all fixed up.”, you sat her back on the table and she fiddled with her now lukewarm teething ring. she watched you take the cap off the gel and smear a little on your pinky.

“here, baby..” she quickly opened her mouth to gnaw on your pinky and hummed in content as the gel began kicking in.

in seconds your finger was covered with drool but it was worth it to know she was a little bit more comfortable.

“breakfast is ready, darlin’.. you want a plate?”, Ted came up behind you and put a warm hand on your back as he spoke.

“I’m okay right now, tryin’ to help out our girl here. We’re gonna come to the table though, I’ve missed you guys these past few days.”

ted smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your hair. “I’ll go ahead and put a plate in the fridge for you?”

you smiled back, “thanks teddy.”

charlotte had somehow calmed down even more after you moved her to the table and she could see everyone. her eyes grew heavy after she finally got comfortable and you moved her so that she could nap on your chest.

her chubby hands grabbed a hold of your shirt while she drifted off in your arms. mouth slightly open, she was drooling all over your pajama top but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. you were just glad she’d finally got some relief.

as ted and henry filled you in on their upcoming week, you rubbed soft circles on her back and pressed kisses to her wispy curls.

“mom, did you know my friend alex has TWO baby sisters?”, henry’s hopeful tone made you raise your eyebrows.

“does he, now?”

“mhm”, henry hummed as ted shot you a panicked ‘I’m sorry’ look.

you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the look, though. you loved the family you’d made with ted and had no qualms with expanding it.

henry continued filling you in on the details of his weekend plans with ted as he got up to put his plate in the sink. he ran to the living room to turn on the show he’s been watching recently.

charlotte stirred on your chest, and you looked at her with the biggest heart eyes on earth. she looked so much like ted.

while you admired her features, ted stammered out an, “i-i’m so sorry about what he said. i don’t want you to think- i know you just-“

“you don’t want another one, teddy?”

“wha- no! no, i absolutely do! i just.. i had no clue he was gonna say that, i’m sorry.”

“s’not anything to worry about, love. would love another one of your babies. maybe not right now, but that doesn’t mean i want that any less.”

ted seemed almost relieved, his shoulders relaxing at your words.

charlotte had begun to stir at the sound of ted’s voice, and it was clear she still felt poorly. as soon as she took in her surroundings and registered the pain in her mouth, she began to cry around her pacifier. little tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

her tiny feet dug into your legs as she tried standing up with her hands grabbing onto your shoulders.

“hi, baby.. you’re okay sweet girl..” you shushed her.

“dada! dada!” she wailed around her pacifier. she seemed inconsolable. and as soon as ted heard her words, he was on his feet and approaching the two of you with open arms.

her outstretched arms mirrored his, and her wailing turned into whimpering the moment she was settled in his arms. charlotte turned and tucked her face into ted’s neck. she was still whimpering but had definitely settled down some.

you stood in front of them and rubbed at her back while ted cooed at her. she always loved attention from you both at the same time, so she really settled down after that.

“you’re such a good mom, angel.”

your cheeks turned bright red at his compliment.

“you’re a great dad, teddy. we love you so much.”

“the three of you are my world. how could i not want more?”

you and ted went into the living room, where the three of you settled on the couch. henry had fallen asleep in ted’s oversized recliner while watching his show, and you didn’t miss the tiny grin on his face when you draped his favorite blanket over him.

ted changed the channel to watch the day’s football match, and charlotte got comfortable against his broad chest. seeing her tiny form draped over his strong, hairy chest always does things to you. he still hasn’t acknowledged your statement, but you’d learned to give him a bit of time to mull things over in his head over the years.

her eyes grew heavy as she listened to his heartbeat and the hum of the TV. it wasn’t long before you followed, drifting off with your head on the armrest and feet in ted’s lap.

ted rubbed her back while her breathing evened out and spoke up after a few minutes, “you’d really want another?”

a smile spread across your face, “of course, ted. absolutely.”

ted nodded silently and you could tell he was beginning to overthink.

“talk to me, babe.”, you poked your foot into the side of his thigh. when you first met him, he would’ve denied anything was wrong. he would’ve pushed it down and bottled it up.

now, he found comfort in telling you his fears. he let himself be scared and be taken care of by you. he’d come such a long way from the dark place he was in when you first met.

“you don’t think i’m gettin’ too old?”, his voice was small and he kept his eyes fixed on charlotte as he spoke.

“ted you aren’t old! i call you my old man but it’s out of love. you have so much life and brightness in you.. being old isn’t anywhere on your radar yet.”

“but, what about when my mom pulls some more bull again, talkin’ about me movin’ to kansas n’all that? because now it won’t just be her, it’ll be another one she’s gon’ try to use as leverage and-“

“ted, breathe.”, you’d sat up now and rubbed at his arms that were wrapped around your daughter.

“that.. what happened when your mom came here last time isn’t going to happen again. we’re not putting any of us through that regardless of if we have another one or not.. did she call again?”

“yeah. last night while you had the kids in the bath. throwin’ all kinds of stuff out there about this being a ‘phase’ n’all that. told her to call me if there’s an emergency and just hung up.”

you were both silent, and you could tell his blood was boiling just as yours was.

“i’m proud of you ted. i know she’s being.. difficult.”

“m’just scared because.. havin’ another just gives me more chances to screw ‘em up and i don’t- i couldn’t.”, his eyes stayed fixed on the little girl in his arms as his voice grew tight.

“you haven’t screwed anything up. you love these kids, you love me. you were literally meant to be a dad and, shit, a husband too. you have the most gentle, kind, loving heart. there’s not a single bit of me that worries about these kids with you.”

“s’just so easy to imagine sometimes, you know? I worry about somethin’, then I imagine it happenin’ and I start circling the drain..”

“you’re growing and learning too, just like them. it’s okay to worry, hun.. but they’re here, and they’re wonderful.. they’re you.”

“it has been brought up by the boys lately.. especially now that she’s getting older.”

a smile had finally appeared on his face.

“just think about it, ted. doesn’t have to happen tonight. just want you to know that i’m beyond happy to have another baby with you, love.”, your words were exactly what he needed to hear.

“we may need to get to practicin’ then..”

thanks for reading!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso thoughts #ted lasso imagine #my writing #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso one shot #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fluff #dad!ted superiority

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xiewho · 2 months

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a bunch of bad kids wips/art that i never posted cause i didnt like how they turned out or i was too lazy under the cut :p yes i will be elaborating on each of them because im a chronic overexplainer

i was doing a bad kids clotheswap classswap thing idk its inconsistent i just wanted to swap their clothes okay TT i didnt finish this cause i didnt like how the last 3 turned out HAHAHA i do like this kristen though !! exposing my process rn hands and shoes are the Last thing i do cause they cause me psychic damage

gorgugs cause i still cannot figure out for the life of me how to draw him but people say they like my gorgugs so i may not know what it is im doing right but im doing something !!

yeah i just straight up didnt like how this one turned out LOL i was just doing a study kind of not really idk i just dont like the hair. idk man maybe the whole vibe's just off

there was a "draw this as ur fav duo" thing going on on twt like a month ago so i. yeah. cig figs <3 idk what happened here i think i couldnt figure out how 2 do gorgug's face so i gave up LMAOO i do like the suit rendering though idk i kinda ate

was supposed to be 4 the latest ep but i didnt like the vibe like i think i fucked up at some point and the energy was not correct. i was also extremely sleepy when i drew this so idk whats going on here,, i will draw something but probably another scene or smth

#i just wanted to dump some stuff cause i didnt want them 2 be hiding in my folders forever #some stuff here is passable ! to my standards at least #my art #excuse my watermarks btw HAHAHA #u can rb this if u want btw i dont mind

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john-get-the-salt · 9 months

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Third Times A Charm (w/tyrion lannister)

Imagine: Two times Tyrion realized he was falling in love with you, and then the third time when he finally did something about it.

Contains: cute Tyrion moments, use of she/her pronouns, fem!reader, Bronn totally shipping his two besties, brief mentions of rated R activities but no actual acts, some lyrics from High Enough by K.Flay because i think they fit the way Tyrion would love so well

Warnings: none

Tyrion wasn't sure exactly when he began falling in love with you. There were plenty of instances that he longed for you, but he couldn't be sure when that feeling began.

Could it have begun that night you drank too much ale and accidentally shared some of your deepest secrets?

Tyrion and Bronn were hiding away from the world and drinking together, as they did any other night, when a knock at the door to Tyrion's chambers interrupted them.

"Yeeeees?" Tyrion called out. The door to his chambers creaked open and a familiar face popped in.

"I was walking past and couldn't help but overhear the two of you. Are you having fun without me?"

The men grinned at you.

As the daughter of a distant lord you'd been sent on your families behalf to King's Landing a few weeks ago to mend your people's relationship with the iron throne and according to your father, find a wealthy husband. Despite Tyrion's reputation you'd inexplicably befriended the man and his guard. Before long they were the few people in King's Landing that you trusted fully and vice versa.

"My lady!" Tyrion cheered.

You closed the door and plopped down at the table across from the two.

"Come on you two, share the goods."

They obeyed, opening a bottle and pouring out another glass of precious liquid. You took a hearty gulp, sighing as the liquid warmed your belly. "That's better. I'll tell you this, politics would be much more fun if everyone drank beforehand."

Bronn laughed. "That's what I've always said. Lads would start less wars if they had an ale in hand."

"And perhaps they would perform better....both on the battlefield and off!"

Tyrion shook his head fondly as he watched you and his guard giggle. He was so used to Bronn being a stubborn headed mule, but he treated you like a younger sister and you brought out the child in him.

Bronn wiped tears out of his eyes at his laughter died down. "And that's my cue, lass. Once I start laughing at your ridiculous jokes I know I've had too much to drink."

"Aw, but I've just started!"

"And I'm sure Tyrion would love nothin more than to continue drinking with you, my lady." He winked at the Lord, who was by then glaring at his guard. "But I take my leave." And with a nod goodbye Bronn was gone.

And then there were two. Lord Tyrion and yourself fell into easy conversation, swapping tales and laughing at each other's past misfortunes. He told you about the time he woke up hungover in a barn alongside goats and you told him of the time you accidentally started a fire after attempting to learn how to cook.

The night drew on, alcohol sipped and chugged down, and you two grew more and more inebriated. By time the alcohol was gone it was the middle of the night, and you were both lying on your backs on the floor rambling on about everything and nothing.

"Tyrion?" You asked at one point.

"My lady?”

"What would your dream life look like?"

"Do you not dream enough?"

You knocked his shoulder with yours, unable to withhold a giggle. "That's not what I mean, you buffoon. I mean if you could live anywhere, do whatever you wanted, what would you do?"

"That is a terribly deep question for a couple of intoxicated fools. What would you do?"

A sigh left your lips as your giggly mood slipped away. "I would live in the mountains, near the ocean. I'd tend to my garden and write and learn how to wield a bow and arrow. I'd set traps in the water and feast on seafood and fresh bread every night. And I'd have a husband who loved me even when I didn't love myself."

"Any children?"

You scrunched your nose. "No children. I mean, maybe one day, if my husband wanted. But I think I could be quite content with my world."

Tyrion was quiet as he thought about the question.

"I'd live somewhere far, far, away from Kings Landing. Far away from everybody, really. No neighbors. I would read every book I could get my hands on, sitting in a window where the sunlight hit just right. Not too far from the sea, so I could go feel the ocean breeze when I desired. And I would have my own apple trees, so I could make my own cider.

"That sounds nice," you murmured, eyelids beginning to droop. "I think I'll just sleep on your floor tonight, Ty. I'm much too tired to return to my own chambers."

"Here," he reached out a hand, pulling the blankets from of his bed and onto the floor. "We can at least stay warm."

Humming in thanks, you allowed yourself to be swathed in the warm furs. You curled closer to your friend, who always seemed to be radiating heat.

"Maybe in our dream lives we could neighbors." You whispered into the air as you began to fall asleep.

Tyrion smiled softly as he too began to succumb to the warmth inviting him to rest.

"Indeed."

•

If that hadn't been the time he began falling, was it when you saw right through the facade that fooled everyone else?

•

Tyrion sat amongst the lords and ladies, nursing a goblet of wine. The only reason he was allowed at these events was his family connections. No one discussed battle strategy, no one asked him to dance, and no one would even dare to attempt small talk.

And the prince was fine with that. That was what he always said, wasn't it? When faced with his harsh reality he would grin and snark and insist that he wouldn't be able to stand it even if someone tried. His sharp mouth protected his soft heart. And no one knew.

Tyrion caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, turning to see the only person stupid enough to approach him at a time like this. You.

"You foolish woman," Tyrion muttered as you settled at his side, your own cup in hand.

"I'm not going to deny it, but what have I done now?" Your voice came out smooth, the accent of silk brought out by the alcohol you'd no doubt been consuming.

"Your father told you to find a husband, and here you are during your best chance of that sitting with the pitiful dwarf."

He wasn't wrong. If you had any desire to find an advantageous match this was the time, as the King hosted lords from all across the continent. However, you had no such desire.

"I don't appreciate your lamenting tone. You know I care not for my father's wishes, I would much rather sit with my friend. These people are cruel to you, and thus I do not care for any of them.

"You know I care not what these people think of me, my lady. It no longer bothers me."

Yet even as Tyrion said that he could feel eyes on the two of you as you conversed, sharp as daggers.

"The world is a curse, Tyrion. It'll kill if you let it."

Tyrion turned to look at you. Your kept your gaze forward, eyes drinking in everything you could.

"Don't let it kill you."

•

Were either of those times the start? Tyrion couldn't be sure. But what he could be sure of, was the moment that he knew he needed to do something about it.

•

Of all your family, it was your younger sister who insisted you come home for an extended visit. She knew you planned to be at King's Landing for a long while but she missed you. More than that your father had allegedly began harping on her to find a husband the moment you left, and you couldn't stomach that. She was too young to worry of such things.

You obliged, after getting King Joffrey's blessing. You could not stand that petulant child, but all you had to do was bat your eyes and he usually allowed you to do as you wished. It helped that you tended to stay out of his way.

So for a few weeks you reunited with your family and homeland. Father was upset you hadn't managed to find a 'high ranking husband' but you were happy enough that he didn't press the issue. You told of the immature new king, dishing all the gossip of King's Landing. Your younger sisters, who'd never let the comforts of home, absorbed it all with childish wonder.

It was a comforting trip, but you found yourself missing King's Landing and a select few of it's inhabitants. You were quite relieved when it was time again to return.

The throne room was full, in the middle of a day court, when the thick heavy doors swung open. A front guardsman apologized for the interruption before announcing your official return. You stepped into the room with your spine straight as a pin and head held high, accompanied by your guards.

The corset you wore tightly gave the illusion of a perfect hourglass and did wonders for your bust, no doubt noticed by the King as he gave you a disgusting grin. You knew everyone's eyes were on you. Your father raised you to know that if you presented yourself as if you belonged, others wouldn't question it. It was how you moved unnoticed, how you infiltrated royalty when in reality you had no business in it. It was how you survived.

However this time there was an added, unexpected reaction. Unlike the first time you arrived in King's Landing, Tyrion was now witness to your official entry.

The moment you stepped through the doors his eyes were glued to your form. The lord wasn't used to seeing you this way. He was used to pants and tunics while practicing swordsmanship, riding boots while flying around on horses, tight buns and loose jackets as you chased after Bronn.

He already thought you beautiful, even when wearing tough leather and shaking dust from your hair. But wrapped in silks and diamonds you looked dangerously divine, like the gods themselves had blessed you.

You fit right in, Tyrion thought as you approached the King. You could easily be a member of royalty, a high lady, a queen. And when your eyes glided over to meet his, the way you shifted, the Prince had to raise his fist and bite into it for fear he would say something crass.

You stopped in front of the Iron Throne, bowing your head. "My grace, I thank you for your kindness in allowing me to return to your castle."

The child grinned, staring unashamedly at your body. "Of course, a creature as gorgeous as you is welcome to come and go as much as she pleases. Have a good time with daddy, did you?"

You nodded, keeping your face neutral. "Yes your grace. My father sends his love and support for your rule on the iron throne."

Joffrey preened. "Good. You may be dismissed."

"Thank you your grace." You bowed your head once more, and as you turned to leave you paused to face Tyrion. His gaze was still glued to you.

"My lord," you said softly, bowing deeply before rising and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Murmurs broke throughout the room, the people shocked that anyone dare acknowledge the dwarf in the presence of the king, but before anyone object you picked up your skirts and glided out of the throne room. As the doors closed and you made your way to your old chambers you could hear nothing but the beating of your own heart. Tyrion had been staring at you with such fervor, such awe....it made your skin prickle.

You reached your chambers and with shaky hands let yourself in. However when you attempted to close the door behind you it stuck, and someone forced their way in before slamming it behind them.

You teetered on your heels, falling back onto your bed with an oof. Eyes wide and blinking in surprise, you stared at Lord Tyrion as he now stood in your chambers. It was utterly silent as he walked over to the bed where you sat still as a statue. He stopped just in front of you, only a breaths width away.

"You bow to me, in front of the king and his people, in that dress and then expect to vanish." He paused for long enough to take a shuddering breath. "Had I no self control I would have taken you right there the moment you rose," he finally whispered.

Your lips parted, eyes measuring his expression before meeting his gaze.

"And how’s your self control now....my lord?"

•

Tyrion chuckled to himself at the memory. That was a long night, and the official beginning of this angelic new life.

"Humoring yourself, my love?"

Speaking of angels...the lord turned to watch as you approached him. For his entire life before you, he was fighting. Fighting for his place in the world, fighting to be inspired. For what was life without inspiration, without reason, without drive? He used to like liquor to get him inspired, but you were his new supplier.

Tyrion held out his hand and you wordlessly took it as you joined him in overlooking the gardens.

"Just reminiscing on the times we're shared, my dear. I was trying to decide when exactly I began falling in love with you, but for the life of me I can not seem to narrow it down."

You smiled sweetly. "I know the exact moment I began falling in love with you."

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

Instead you shook your head. "That's for me to cherish, and for you to ponder."

The lord tsked. "I'll get you to tell me, mark my words."

You cheeks warmed as you gazed at him. "I'm sure you will....eventually."

Tyrion chuckled before he raised your hand in his, kissing your knuckles softly.

"I'm in no rush, my dear. After all-we have forever."

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The Anomaly: 2

Prologue Chapter 1

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.4K Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma

The scent of cold rain flooded the basement as Miguel opened a portal back to Nueva York. The faint moonlight outside leaked through the thin windows that looked out at the streets above, illuminating the anomaly’s face. Miguel approached the bleeding figure on the ground, finally getting a closer look at her face. She had to be a little younger than he was, with skin so pale it looked like she’d never seen the sun before. Constellations of freckles cascaded from her cheeks to her neck, creating patterns that matched the soft curves of her face.

Retracting his claws, Miguel pushed a stray curl of red wine colored hair from her complexion, exposing more of her appearance. As much as he denied it, upon first glance, she was painstakingly beautiful. But, her beauty meant nothing to him. Pulling out a pair of electro-charged handcuffs, Miguel restrained her wrists before lifting her bridal style and carrying her through the portal.

He had half a mind to snap her day pass, being as she managed to disable the tracking device. Even still, the idea of punishing her with glitching was inhumane, even for him. But, the minute he stepped into his office in HQ, he swapped her jailbroken day pass for another, tracking device intact. She wouldn’t slip through his fingers again.

It bothered Miguel that he didn’t know what it was about her that made her such a challenge. Once he caught her unsuspecting, he was able to overpower her easily. But, what she lacked in comparison when it came to brawn, she made up for in quick thinking and agility. That made her dangerous.

Miguel nonchalantly placed her on a chair in his office, pushing her limp head to the side as he examined the bite marks he left on her neck. They weren’t healing like he assumed they would. Over the time he’s run the HQ, he encountered hundreds of thousands of spider-people. One thing they all shared was quick rehabilitation. He’s left bite marks on dozens of unruly variants, but they always closed up and healed within minutes. Most of the time, at least. But the anomaly’s neck was still bleeding, even when he held a cloth to the marks to stop it. Her blood stained his suit blending with the red accents he wore. Eventually, he gave up on trying and used gauze to tape onto the wound before lying her on the floor, removing the cuffs, and encasing her in a red prison.

“Miguel,” Lyla said, her form hovering over his wrist. “We have no way to run a diagnostic on her unless we get her down to Spider-Byte.”

“The venom should be wearing off soon anyway. I’ll figure it out,” he grunted, moving to remove Lyla’s hologram. Her voice stopped him.

“Did you really have to bite her?” she asked, raising an accusatory brow.

“Yes.”

“Who’d he bite this time,” sighed Jess, catching sight of the maskless girl on the floor. “Oo, is this the girl who finally bested you? I wanna thank her for the shot to your ego.”

“I don’t appreciate your quips, Drew,” snapped Miguel with a glare. “And clearly she didn’t best me because I’m not the one unconscious on the floor at the moment.”

“What did she even do?”

There was a beat of silence before Lyla confirmed what Jess was thinking. “We don’t know yet.”

“Yes, we do,” Miguel snapped. “She is an anomaly. Somehow, she managed to hitch a ride here, steal a watch and hack a day pass. She’s been universe-hopping ever since, until I put a stop to it.” His eyes trailed down to the limp figure on the floor, his mind flooding with unanswered questions.

“I mean, if she was able to get away from you on all those occasions, then maybe that would make her a valuable asset to the league,” offered Jess with a shrug.

Miguel’s crimson eyes widened in disbelief. “There’s no way this anomaly is coming anywhere near the league. She’s nothing but trouble. Not to mention, we don’t know anything about her.”

“Then ask.”

“No.” He approached Jess, his tone dropping whatever kindness there was as he towered over her. “I don’t remember giving you permission to make decisions. You answer to me, Jessica.” She didn’t argue it any further after that.

*~*

The drumming in Madelynn’s head was a steady pulse. Although it hurt to move, she slowly realized that she regained control over her muscles again, first twitching her fingers, then rolling her feet. Her already ruined suit was again crunchy with dried blood, the metallic scent piercing her nose with a foul sting. Her shaking hand shot to her neck, feeling around to find the bite marks 2099 left on her neck. Her fingers graced the reddened gauze over the wound, grasping at the edges to peel it up.

“I wouldn’t take that off, if I were you,” someone droned behind her, but she didn’t drop her hand. 2099. She began to sit up, taking in the situation around her as she opened her eyes. The room wasn’t bright by any means, but the strain on her pupils sent a shockwave of pain to her head. What hurt the most was the glow of the red prison she was encased in. Turning around, she saw 2099’s touring figure looming over orange holograms, his broad shoulders blocking the majority of the displays. He didn’t even bother to look back at her.

“You know, usually when I’m pinned to the wall and bitten, I appreciate being taken out to dinner first,” she grumbled, stretching out her aching joints. “There’s always next time though. I don’t need anything fancy, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“There won’t be a next time,” 2099 snapped, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You’re not getting away this time.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that,” Madelynn said emptily. To be transparent, she had no idea what her next move was. She had been able to avoid 2099 through sheer luck and nimble skills, but now she has nowhere to run.

2099 turned around sharply, stepping off the platform with the holograms and swiftly stomping towards her prison on the floor. His stature was painfully impressive, looming over her like a wild animal stalking its prey. “If you run, I will catch you. If you hide, I will find you. No matter what universe you flee too, what corner you think is safe, I will be there. Nowhere is safe from me. So escape if you want, but I strongly advise against it.” His voice was nothing more than a low growl, only slightly louder than the humming of the electric prison he put her in.

“So why am I not with the other anomalies?” she asked, staring up at 2099. “I don’t trust this.”

“Good thing I never cared about whether you trust me or not.” 2099 crouched down to meet her level on the ground. “Besides, I have a few questions for you.” Her gazes met, and in his eyes, all Madelynn saw was rage that boiled in his blood-red pupils. But she knew his type. She knew a Spider-man like him before. Now, she knew how to get out.

“Ask away.”

“What is your universe of origin?” 2099 interrogated, standing and walking back towards his set up.

“That’s classified.”

“What’s your name?”

“Classified,” she responded again, watching 2099’s muscles tense through his suit.

“When were you bitt-”

“Also classified, sorry.”

2099 grabbed a computer monitor and hurled it across the room, and Madelynn grinned to herself as the plastic pieces shattered, spreading across the floor like a sick confetti. Now was her time to strike. Feeling around the waistband of her suit, Madelynn grasped at the needle stored in her utility belt. 2099 clearly wasn’t smart enough to check her for weapons. He stormed over to her prison on the floor, ripping through the red forcefield as if it was paper. His clawed hands wrapped around her neck, cutting off her airways. This was a long shot, but it had to work. If she was wrong, then there was no way out.

“Miguel,” she choked out, and immediately, his face shifted from that of rage to confusion. “Miguel, please,” she pleaded. His grip loosened slightly, his crimson eyes burning through her’s.

“What did you just call me?” he seethed, unsteadiness leaking into his strong voice. Madelynn gripped the needle in her hand, uncapping the end slowly before whipping her arm up and around, plunging the shining metal into 2099’s neck.

“A sucker,” she grinned as his hands dropped from her neck, crimson eyes fluttering shut as his body slammed to the ground with a massive thud. Slipping through the opening he left in the red prison, Madelynn ran, ignoring the pain coursing through her veins.

Chapter 3

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chapter one: pre-soak. laundromat!steve au x fem!reader mini series. you can find the blurb here 🫶🏻

content/warnings: strangers to lovers, barely any plot (no twists or turns, just watch two cuties fall in love), no use of y/n, fluff, mutual pining, steve is such a sweetheart, soft!steve 🥹, steve being a lovesick puppy, reader is just a little mean, jealous!steve at points, ronance bc I love them, eventual smut (not this chapter), she/her pronouns and physical female descriptions used for reader character throughout.

word count: 2.9k

I do not proofread my work, so please be forgiving of any mistakes.

Suds N’ Sparks Laundromat. Spring 1989.

Steve Harrington works round the clock shifts for exactly four dollars an hour to make ends meet. From sunrise to sunset, his life was surrounded by flickering yellow lights (if you looked closely enough you could see the moths that had scuttled too close to the hot bulbs), emptied pockets of spilled quarters on countertops and the rhythmic mind-numbing rumble of washing machines that soon became white noise.

Steve had already run through exactly eight job positions in the last four years. Don’t ask him how, he seems to never make it stick. The conclusion drew to him a while back that he was the world’s biggest fuck up, and that’s the way it was supposed to be.

It wasn't all bad, he worked alone, the regulars were nice enough and the paycheck was on the surprisingly sunny side compared to Scoops Ahoy, Family Video, camp counseling, that one busboy position that lasted five minutes, and the paperboy, and… you get the point.

It was working well enough for him right now, covering the rent and bills for his and Robin’s shared apartment, and of course gas money, whilst saving him a little extra on the side for whatever his heart desired, and that was all he could ask for. Besides, there weren't many openings left in Hawkins for him to fall back on, almost every business manager the town had on offer had mindlessly sifted through Steve Harrington’s glistening -eye roll- resume since the fall of 1985 at one point or another.

He had to somehow make this one last longer than 8 months, his new year's resolution, or else Steve would surely have to pack up his shit and leave.

Though for right now, the laundromat put an undetermined stop in the infinite revolving door that was his employment track record, and it felt like a small sigh of relief that the customers actually seemed to like him. A lot.

Mrs Fletcher, who insisted on Steve calling her by her first name Helen (he never did), brought in exactly two baskets of laundry at precisely 5pm every Friday evening. Not a minute early, not a second late. Mrs Fletcher was a single woman in her mid to late 50’s, give or take, and was not resistant to the irresistible Harrington charm, despite Steve never uttering a single flirtatious syllable in her direction.

He was woefully made aware that she was single because she made an intentional point to mention it every. single. week. Divorced, husband left her in a bunch of debt yada yada blah blah. Whatever. You would think that he was joking, a tad on the dramatic side maybe, but Helen managed to slip it in there at one point or another during each conversation.

She actually lived on Maple Street, only a couple houses down from the Wheeler’s. Steve remembers her kind waves and cheery ‘Hello’s’ to him and Nancy during their highschool sweetheart days. But since word most certainly got around in Hawkins, once Jonathon Byers took his place linked hand in hand with his past burning flame, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together that the pair had split. So once Steve appeared at the closest local laundromat, Helen Fletcher was positively thrilled.

Steve was in the thick of his routinely one-sided chat with his admirer, elbows resting spread east and west on the counter and arms stretched out in front of him in closed palms, eyes beginning to glaze over since having swapped her one dollar note for four quarters almost twenty minutes ago. Though the shrill ting of the doorbell thankfully pulled him from the jumping record that were his strained, yet still polite, ‘uh huh’-s and ‘oh really’-s.

Robin stumbled through the door, a pull-string hamper hanging heavy by the crook of her elbow, Nancy linked snugly in the other. They both cheesed wide at Steve’s unfortunate current predicament, seemingly unaware of the disapproving grumbles and wary eyes of the few balding middle-aged men slouched on the wooden chairs opposite the rowdy dryers, newspapers held up to their brows.

Though they continued with grace, still very much knitted as one strutting hip to hip and sharing an all too knowing glance, one that only read trouble and hours of persistent teasing that Steve was bitterly well acquainted with. Robin slings the hamper onto the counter that sat at the very back wall with a leaded thud, requesting smaller change in favor of a one dollar bill outstretched in her hand, much like her new shoulder buddy, who is now non-discretely grumbling behind her teeth.

Robin notices, and turns to flash the older woman a pearly ear-to-ear grin, blinking her eyes as if to say ‘need something?’. Helen glowered, lips curled up in clear aggravation. Nancy disguises a poorly hidden grin behind a wipe of her mouth, and Robin’s off-putting aura worked its well-oiled charm as Mrs Fletcher went about her business. Seven days of rest, and Steve felt like he could breathe again. At least she took the hint?

“We did laundry two days ago” Steve looks disappointed, jaw falling somewhat slack.

“You’re so right. But, uhm, we had a problem” Robin’s lips downturn with a shred of guilt, albeit short lived, her left eye creasing under the lower lash in a semi-squint.

“Problem? What problem?”

Nancy’s cheeks are sucked in, rows of teeth biting the inside to stifle her giggling, accentuating her structured features. Though Steve couldn’t put his finger on what was so funny.

“We tried to make dinner. Dinner involved red wine. We drank some of it, it was good, and then we kindaspilledsaidredwineverywhere” She finished in a hurry at the conclusion, speaking incoherently from the corner of her mouth.

Now the ceaseless snickering made sense. They were not drunk by any means, but a little too merry and conversing an octave too high for the closing curtain of Steve’s shift. Ten hours of staring at the same four plant-lined poorly painted carolina blue walls was enough to make anyone go stir crazy. Though in the warmer months the breeze was admittedly very refreshing with the door wedged open, so that was a perk.

Steve tips out a hand to take the bag from Robin with a sigh, a deepening crease in his brow and not enough confidence in his chest to watch the two flounder and fidget with the washing machines.

“You’re not angry?” Nancy taunts, almost expectant, with rounded eyes and fingers now laced with Robin’s as they turn to follow Steve to the large island of cheap wood and steel legs that stood point blank in the middle of the room, the swirling barrels of damp and drying laundry surrounding it.

“Ask me again tomorrow” he responds with an exhausted huff, a hint of a scoff. Steve empties out the soiled linens onto the countertop, surveying each garment to assess the damage.

“Jesus, did you guys rob the liquor store?”

Surely they had used more than one, maybe even more than two bottles of wine for whatever they decided promoted them to culinary artists for the evening. More snickering, though they both prodded and knocked one another at the hip. If Steve rolled his eyes any harder they would spin out of his head.

So Steve guided Robin and Nancy to the chairs opposite where he was shoving clothing one by one into the drum of the washing machine, eyeing them warily like toddlers in a playpen, wishing that they would quieten down before the disgruntled muttering of the elderly man at the other end of their row of chairs transitioned into uncensored hate speech.

Steve resorts to mumbling to himself about how they were going to eventually get him in big trouble having to defend them from their own big mouths, and the potential consequences of said unfiltered big mouths, one day or another. He reaches into the bottom of the hamper to pull out a mauve coloured table cloth, that was now three quarters a giant violet stain.

Steve is too tired for a Friday evening and he wished that the last forty-five minutes of his shift would wrap up as swiftly as it was for his two hysterical friends to fuck up a brand new table cloth. He grasps the material edge to edge in his fists, obscuring his view as he begins to walk forwards, ignoring the familiar ting-ing of the small bell above the janky door, as Robin and Nancy exchanged grimaces and mocking chastising in voices that were supposed to resemble Steve’s scoldings.

Though Steve doesn’t quite make it to the washer, instead crashing chest first into your towering and, for lack thereof a better word, foreboding laundry basket, thus by default, you. Your walkman clatters to the black and white tiled floor, Fleetwood Mac cassette striking loose to slide under an adjacent tumble-dryer with a grainy swish. The headphones dislodge from the plug-in, now hanging lopsided from your ears as your ass smacks to the ground, a dull painful shockwave radiating up your tailbone.

“Fuck!” a curse exclaimed in unison, and Steve is already hauling himself up off the floor, “Watch where you’re fuc-” a helping hand in front of your face before you can even finish your sentence, teeth clacking shut in silence at the unexpected assistance.

“Could say the same to you” Steve replied, back twinging as he lugs you up off the floor, “Sorry, it’s been a long day and-” he looks at you properly then, and absentmindedly squeezes your hand in kindness. You watch him expectantly, dusting off your flared jeans with your free hand, wincing something awful as you cup your lower back.

“Shit, shit” He starts quickly, eyes growing partly wide with urgence, forgetting that you were about to rip him a new asshole. “Are you okay?” his brows pinch to mirror yours, gaze flicking in a hurry from the pained expression on your face to the palm nursing right above your tailbone. It was genuine, his concern, you can hear it in his buttery tone.

“No,” you respond in a way that delivered meaner than you intended, before saying a little kinder, “That really fucking hurt”. You release a breath of a laugh, barely there but it could still be heard whilst Steve steadies you, hands still firmly clasped together. He’s warm, maybe too warm, skin soft and his hands are much larger than your own.

“Hey, didn’t you work at that ice cream place a couple years ago? At the mall? Obviously before it burned down and everything” You ask, eyes curious and voice blanketed in familiarity. Steve blinks at you, blindsided by how the now setting sun reflects in your gentle glassy stare, and you realize that you’re still holding hands.

“You flirted with me once, desperation must be your thing” you continued with a small chuckle when he didn't answer, a jab at yourself rather than him, the previous question more rhetorical and an obvious nose-dive attempt of a dialogue starter.

You release him lightly, and Steve becomes aware a little late when you eye him warily, brows pulling together in an uneasy crease, slightly taken aback by his silence. The patch of stillness was awkward, though it gave you a moment to survey him.

“He’s not much of a ladies man anymore” Robin chimes in with a jump from her seat, the saving grace to the now painfully uncomfortable atmosphere. Steve runs a hand down his face, partially catching his lower lids. Please, God, if you’re listening, just fucking kill me, he thought to himself.

You hum, and Steve’s cheeks dust the rosiest shade of pink when you give him a once over, though you’re leaning a little away from him now. His blue green long sleeved is bunched up to make a three quarter length, though his left has slipped down to his wrist now. Two shiny metal buttons are undone, a sliver of a white undershirt peeking through at the collar. There’s a faded spot of spilt laundry detergent splashed right where his heart sits.

Robin is never going to let him forget this moment for the rest of his life.

Steve was a very handsome guy, you couldn’t deny that. You even thought he was pretty cute the few times he served you raspberry ripple ice cream with sprinkles on top. The sailor outfit was a nice touch, though he clearly never got much action. You were lucky enough to audience some of his failed pick-up lines back then. Poor thing, his ego must have been so battered and bruised.

Your mouth curls at the corner fondly, “Uh, thankyou, by the way. For helping me up”.

“I should have watched where I was fucking going” Steve says, finishing off your earlier snipped jab, eyebrows hitting his hairline and dusting his hands off on his jeans. He dips his face away, but you can see the rippling of smile lines that adorn his cheeks.

“And yeah, yeah I worked at Scoops. You from around here?” Desperate to change the subject, the tips of his ears were flaring up. The regular A/C now didn’t feel like enough, he was hot with embarrassment. You're beginning to pick up the dropped laundry now with Nancy and Robin’s help, after setting your lonely headphones and busted walkman onto the counter. Steve also resumed his previous task.

“I’m from Roanoke, you know, just outside Fort Wayne?” Steve nods, still focused on the wine-stained linens. You continue, “My Dad lives out here, so I've been back and forth, more so the last couple years since I left high school”. Steve makes a mental note, no wonder he can’t quite place you.

“When’d you graduate?” he asks, and Robin winces though she doesn’t really know why. Steve glances up from Nancy’s soft blouse in his hands, running the fabric through his fingertips as he watches you.

“‘82” your nose wrinkles, quickly darting a pair of red underwear into the machine next to Steve. He pretends that he didn’t notice. You were older, even if it was just a couple years. Steve liked that.

“Why move out to Hawkins?” Nancy invades with interest, though you welcome the extra input with grace. It had been a while since anyone had shown this much interest in you. Your lips twist faintly in contemplation, not wanting to overshare whilst seeking their prolonged attention for as long as you could have it. Greedy, really. But it felt nice, normal.

“Change of pace. I like it here” you answer her question with honesty, which was accepted for what it was. Though none of them really understood why you would like Hawkins, almost everyone in the small town wanted to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.

Steve Harrington stayed later that shift, the extent of his fatigue and burning desire to collapse in bed numbed by this new infatuation. Maybe the reminder of having the weekend off was enough to ice the burn. You shared enough but too much considering the three before you were strangers, though not even an hour with them and you felt like you had known them for years.

You spoke mostly with Robin and Nancy, Steve chiming in here and there. His gaze was either trained on you or his fidgeting fingers the entire time it took for your laundry to wash and dry. The girls were giggling, and he managed to get a good look at how your under-eyes crinkle when you smiled, the inattentive purse of your lips when you just sat and listened, specks of mascara dusting underneath your lashes where you had been clumsy.

This might become a problem, he thought.

“See you around, sparky” You wave once your now pristine laundry was folded into the basket a whole ninety minutes after your crash to the floor, a natural charm laced in the flash of a closed mouth smile, a cordial wave to your new friendly acquaintances. Steve felt the air settle once you left, he blinked, his heart had skipped a couple beats. You’d forgotten your tape, your walkman, and your headphones.

Steve raises a hand from the counter, fingers twiddling kindly in your direction. The upturn of his mouth is completely unfeigned, and it makes his stomach twist and his legs feel unsteady.

Robin and Steve turn to look at eachother, hands on his hips and a couple beads of sweat stippling his hairline. She’s smiling, an evil thing with no malice behind it. Nancy's lower jaw is sitting loose, her lips parted, watching Steve as if the stars are aligning before her very eyes.

“Robs,” he deadpans, a warning. “Please. Don’t say anything” he feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck with clammy fingers.

Nancy and Robin crook their necks to peer at each other, Nancy’s bottom lip is firmly tucked into her top row of teeth, a grin spreading wide. Robin’s mouth is purely hanging open in amazement, and Steve braced himself for what was to come.

They both inhale and Steve screws his eyes closed with a steady inhale through the nose. Reels of kissing noises are thrown his way, the two women’s puckered lips and incessant snorting makes Steve want to crawl out of his skin. He can’t hear whatever raised-pitched fun they’re making of him, drowning it out as much as he is able whilst fishing the car keys from his pocket. Another perk of the job, considering the laundromat was twenty-four hours, he didn’t have to close.

“You guys are assholes” Steve remarks, but the glimmer of a smirk remains just the same.

thankyou for reading this if you made it to the end! 🫶🏻 pls reblog & comment if you like this! I haven’t written fully like this in a good while so i’m feeling pretty anxious. much love x

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Summary: Jade and Malleus get the "one bed trope" treatment

A fic inspired by a post by @letmedisolveintomoss about the various clubs getting stuck in the "only one bed" trope, with Jade and Malleus being put together because they're the only members of their respective clubs.

This can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

There's Not Mush-Room For Both of Us

It was a sweltering 36 degrees when the busses pulled up to the hotel parking lot.

Inside were groups of rambunctious, hot and sweaty teenagers who were tired and cramped.

The hotel stood tall, white and gold theme glittering in the sunlight and stark against the clear blue sky. It was a five star, very popular, and about to be terrorized by Night Raven College.

Malleus gazed out the window he was seated at as the bus drew to a stop. This was not as pleasant as the car ride he had in Kalim's hometown, but it was interesting none the less.

Sebek, unsurprisingly, was livid at the idea of his waka-sama travelling so casually in such a rickety vehicle that had clearly seen better days, but Malleus didn't mind. It was nice to experience something simply as a normal student on a school trip for a few days.

The clubs of Night Raven College were all going to give presentations at another school, showing off their work and research relating to magic or magical technology.

Malleus knew that gargoyles in the Valley of Thorns were magical, although not living like in Noble Bell College. They were quite useful in turning rain water into drinking water.

He was excited to share his discoveries and facts with others, now that he wasn't left behind like in his first year. That was an upsetting time.

"Alright." Said Crewel, who looked like he wished the bus crashed when they swerved earlier. "Puppies, I want you all to climb out and line up. You will be assigned hotel rooms according to your club, so make sure to stay with your fellow members."

Malleus blinked. He was the only member of his own club, and it wasn't like he made any acquaintances on the three hour drive here. Everyone in the bus avoided him.

Was he going to just be alone in a hotel room for two weeks?

Malleus sighed and accepted his fate with a pinch of salt. Other clubs were so big they could not fit into a single room and had to to be spread out. Malleus doubted there was any other club with only one number.

All the students from the busses gathered and the teachers began reading out groups and room numbers in order of club size.

To pass the time, Malleus gazed at the hotel, trying to see if he could find any gargoyles. To his disappointment, he couldn't see any.

Well then, he would have to take a flight to search further tonight.

The numbers dwindled slowly but surely, Sebek making off with Riddle and Silver and Lilia flying after Cater and Kalim.

Malleus found himself standing alone. That was fine. He was... used to being alone.

"Malleus Draconia." Trein looked at the list and back at him. "You will be sharing a room with Jade Leech, as you're both the only members of your clubs and Crowley did not want to book an extra room."

"Of course, professor." Came a voice and Malleus turned.

The Octavinelle vice stood there with a number of bags in his hands and floating around his head. Malleus hadn't seen him there.

"Room 609 on the top floor."

Jade took the key and sent a close-lipped smile Malleus's way. "I look forward to a two weeks stay with you, Malleus-san." He said, placing a hand on his chest.

Malleus was... surprised by Jade's almost non-chalant behaviour. Most students would try get a different room or swap with someone, pale faced and avoiding his gaze.

But Jade simply smiled and looked right into his eyes without even a hint of fear or even weariness.

"I return the sentiment, Leech." Malleus said, walking inside the hotel alongside the second year. "I'm sure we will enjoy each other's company."

Sharp teeth just barely poked out Jade's lips. "Please, Malleus-san, you may call me Jade."

Malleus was surprised for the second time in the span of three minutes. Nobody in his two and a half years of Night Raven College had ever asked him to call them by anything besides what he called them.

"Yes, of course... Jade." It felt strange on his tongue, but not unwelcome. Finally, somebody besides Sebek, Silver, and Lilia to be on first-name basis with.

They came up to an elevator and Malleus stopped short, looking the two metal doors up and down.

"Is something the matter, Malleus-san?" Jade inquired.

Malleus shook his head. "Not at all. I am simply unsure of how to use this contraption."

"Ah." Jade nodded. "You don't have this type of technology in the Valley of Thorns, then?"

"No, we use magic for almost everything. We have no need for technology."

"Well." Said Jade, looking at the elevator. "This type of technology would not be necessary in the Coral Sea, since all you need to do is swim up. It appears I don't know how to use this either." He looked sheepish for a split second before his face became neutral again. "I had meant to research it but it slipped my mind."

Jade looked at Malleus. Malleus looked at Jade. They both looked at the elevator.

"Shall we take the stairs?"

"Indeed."

Malleus would have teleported but... he would like to see if Jade would start a conversation.

As they made their way to the top floor, Malleus was impressed at how Jade was able to keep up with him. He certainly had more stamina than his dorm leader.

Jade tilted his head to the side at Malleus and hummed. "You are part of the Gargoyle Research Club, yes?"

"That is correct." Said Malleus, smiling proudly. "Not enough people appreciate that magnificence of gargoyles. And your club is?"

"The Mountain Lovers Club." Jade's voice pitched an octave as excitement lit up his heterochromatic eyes. "I often travel to the mountains for a few days to study various plant life. Although, my main focus is mushrooms."

"Mushrooms?"

"Indeed. Though they aren't plants. They are fungus that are more plant-like."

Malleus raised an eyebrow and they arrived at the top floor. "I did not know that." He said curiously. "But... mushrooms?

Jade smiled, closed eyes forming crescent shapes. "I simply adore mushrooms. They are endlessly fascinating and there is so much to learn about them. There thousands of variations and no single one is the same. They can be poisonous or delicious in a meal or function as a hallucinogenic."

Malleus's eyes widened slightly as he came a realization. "So... you could say that how you feel about mushrooms is like how I feel about gargoyles. They too, are endlessly fascinating, and there is no such thing as identical gargoyles. Not truly."

Jade's smile widened just a bit. "I suppose so, yes. Perhaps we could swap information, if you wish."

Malleus smiled back. "That sounds good. Ah, here we are."

They came to a stop to their door and Jade took the key from his pocket.

"I have heard good reviews of this hotel." Said Jade as he placed the key in the lock and turned it. "Excellent service, gorgeous views, and luxurious rooms. Let's see what we have."

He opened the door and Malleus would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed. He didn't know humans could make such lovely suites.

He and Jade stepped inside, admiring the white and gold colour palette and decor. There was a kitchen tucked into the corner, then a dining table and a lounge area with large couches and a flat screen television and just beyond that; a balcony looking out to the sea.

Jade put his bags down waved his magical pen. The bags that were floating by him opened up and at least twenty terrariums were pulled out, all containing different types of mushrooms.

Malleus looked at them in interest, taking note of the different species and colours and shapes, and he suddenly wished he knew what each of them were.

Jade made his way to the door that lead to the bedrooms and opened and stopped suddenly. "Oh." He blinked, looking into the bedroom of the hotel room in surprise. "Oh dear."

Malleus, who was poking curiously at the television, looked at him. "What is it?"

"It appears there may have been a mistake in the booking process." Jade murmured. "There is only one room. An en suite. And... only one bed."

Malleus left the tv and peered into the room. Jade was right. The room was large and lovely, but there was only one king sized bed, sitting pretty in the centre. "I see."

"It is too much of a hassle to change rooms now." Said Jade. "I can take the couch."

Malleus frowned. "That is a kind offer, Jade." He said slowly, carefully weighing his next words. "But that will not do. I cannot take the bed and leave you to sleep on a couch of all things." He hesitated before gesturing to the bed. "We can share, if you are comfortable with that."

Jade nodded and stepped into the room, letting his own guide his terrariums to settle about the room. "That sounds good, then." He checked his watch. "We should unpack. It is almost six and we have to go downstairs for dinner."

Malleus agreed and the two of them split the cupboard in half, Malleus's clothes on the left, Jade's on the right, and both their toiletries neatly packed in the bathroom.

When they went down for supper, Malleus felt quite disappointed when Silver, Sebek, and Lilia came over to him and Jade left his side to join Azul and Floyd.

Malleus almost wanted to make the room disappear so that he could talk to Jade some more. They promised to share their interests after all. But he would not be so brash.

Patience is key.

Dinner came to an end and Malleus bid his goodbyes, standing in the corner and patiently waiting for Jade to finish his conversation.

Jade waved to Azul and patted Floyd's head when his twin squeezed him goodbye, and then they went their separate ways.

Jade caught sight of Malleus and went to him, smiling.

"Hello, Malleus-san." He said. "It appears we are not the only ones with a rooming issue. Both Floyd and Azul's rooms only have one bed as well. It is quite amusing."

"Ah." Malleus smiled. "Lilia, Silver and Sebek have the same issue. It seems we have quite a conundrum on our hands."

"Indeed. Woe is us~"

The two of them chuckled slightly and then Jade went to take the stairs. Malleus stopped him, carefully taking his hand.

"I will take us there." Said the dragon fae. "It is quicker."

Before Jade could respond there was a flash of green light and they were in the bedroom. Jade stumbled slightly, lights dancing in his eyes, before straightening himself.

"Oh my." He said, blinking. "That was unexpected."

"My apologies!" Malleus said quickly, praying to the witch of Thorns that he hasn't just scared off his new companion. "I should have asked you."

"No no, it's quite alright." Jade waved him off, and touched the remaining green sparks curiously. "It was an interesting experience. Now, I believe we should get ready for bed. We have an early day tomorrow."

They brushed their teeth and Jade went to change in the bathroom, Malleus simply snapping his fingers to change into long black and gold pajamas.

He pulled open the covers in got in, sitting up and looking at the spot next to him. It was strange, knowing it wasn't going to be empty. Knowing that he wasn't going to be alone.

Jade emerged from the bathroom and Malleus would have laughed if he weren't confused.

"Are those... mushrooms?"

Jade had a look of pride on his face as he opened his arms to show off his light purple pajamas littered with mushrooms and the word "kinoko" from top to bottom.

"I love all things mushroom, Malleus-san. Merchandise is no exception."

He then proceeded to climb into bed with no hesitation whatsoever and Malleus could not help but quirk an eyebrow at the casualness.

"You seem awfully calm in the presence of the Prince of Fae, Jade. Are you not afraid?"

Jade simply smiled at him. "I apologize if I have offended you, Malleus-san. In the deep of the Coral Sea there are horrors you could not begin to imagine. As they say, there is always a bigger fish. I have learned to be weary, but fear will only make you even tastier prey."

Malleus started. He looked at Jade curiously in silence for a moment, focusing on his face.

There was not a trace of fear, some slight guardedness and a bit of weariness, yes, but no fear or reluctance at all.

"How fascinating." He said at last. "I have heard about the Coral Sea, but never- ah- straight from a merman's mouth. It seems things are different there."

"They are bound to be. It is a dangerous life." Suddenly Jade laid and pulled the covers up to his chest. "Well? Are you going to tell me about gargoyles now? I never thought about gargoyles being interesting, I'm eager to hear what you have to say."

Malleus quirked an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic impatience and lay down as well. "I have to say the same for your mushrooms."

They turned off the lights and, in the dark, began to quietly share every little tidbit of history, features, and facts about their passions, listening intently and commenting when they could.

Jade was quite surprised. He never truly thought about gargoyles in this way. He supposed that he would have to look into them more.

"We should go look at gargoyles together sometime, then." He said softly staring into Malleus's emerald green eyes. "I am sure it would be fun."

Malleus couldn't help but gasp a bit at that. "Really?"

"But of course."

Jade had originally wanted to use this situation to his advantage and slip something worthwhile from Malleus for Azul, but he decided against it.

Never before had somebody taken such keen interest in his mushrooms. It made him happy to see Malleus nod along, actually listening, and ask him various questions.

Malleus, meanwhile, was astounded. He never took much interest in mushrooms, even if there were a few fairy rings in Ramshackle's garden.

As far as Malleus was concerned, there were brown mushrooms and red mushrooms with white spots, and those were all he cared to know. But now, listening to Jade and looking at his terrariums, he wanted to know more. To see more.

"Jade, if you will be accompanying me to look at gargoyles, how about I accompany you to the mountains?"

...To spend more time with his... friend.

Now Malleus knew, Jade Leech was not someone that made buddies. But as far as he was aware, thanks to Yuu, this sort of thing was what friends did. Have a "sleepover", share stories, talk about things, stay up late.

It was in fact, very late. Almost three in the morning. But that was alright. If they slept in, nobody would dare try come in to wake them up except Lilia.

Jade's eyebrows raised and a look of surprise flashed across his face and he smiled. "That sounds... absolutely lovely, Malleus."

Malleus took note of the lack of "san" and he would dare say he felt giddy. It might be because Jade was just tired, but still. It counted as something.

After a moment Malleus continued to tell Jade about the talking gargoyles of the city of flowers, and how he had been rude enough to mistake one for a simple statute. Malleus still shuddered to think of it.

His story continued, Malleus completely sucked into his tale, until became aware of a sudden weight on his chest. He looked down, frowning.

"Oh."

Jade was out a like a light. Head on Malleus's chest and breathing soft and even.

Malleus stared down at him baffled, before chuckling. "Yes, it is quite late. I think next time we should set a time to stop." He faltered for a moment, then placed his hand on Jade's head.

"Goodnight, Jade. Thank you for not leaving me alone."

-End

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Tagging: @adarkenedforest @honey-milk-depresso @cupids-chamber @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer

I hope you all enjoyed, I'm really proud of this fic, especially since I don't write Malleus often.

Also these two are an underrated pair

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #diasomnia #diasomnia x reader #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #my fic #twst fic #jade and malleus #they're underrated fr

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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🧚🏽‍♀️~ Interesting and slightly wild (and kind of funny) concept:

A Body swap between Kaeya and the reader!

On this occasion, the reader is more on the timid side so naturally it’s rather obvious something is amiss because of their contradicting personalities.

I’d imagine Kaeya is having the time of his life (the reader is afab) experiencing life through his partners eyes (and body in a funny way). While on the other hand the reader is freaking out 😭 because how are going to pull being Kaeya until they find a cure.

Exuding confidence is not the reader’s forte despite not being a complete push over. They do struggle with their confidence.

Maybe you could include some funny instances!

omg i love a good bodyswap ngl they do be smacking

Neither of you expected to wake up in the other's body. You just woke up like this, Kaeya admitting a little reluctantly he was once again the recipient of yet another one of Albedo's experimentations. Kaeya couldn't just not show up to work so the two of you decided to try and go through your days. It did not go well.

You tried to walk into his office and promptly got lost because you were so lost in your thoughts that you almost crashed into Lisa. She clocked immediately that you weren't Kaeya with the way you drew into yourself and tried so hard to avoid eye contact. Thankfully, she agrees to keep your secret and help you out a little bit. She gets all of Kaeya's work for you, even showing you how to fill it out but when she realises your writing doesn't match his at all she just starts to do it herself. She then decides to make you go outside and run errands for the Knights.

You had no idea that being Kaeya would be this difficult. You had a feeling it would be hard with the fact that he carried himself with the utmost confidence but you thought you might have been able to make it work. Clearly not, with the way your face kept heating up and your desperate to stay away from people.

That, plus the breeze that kept your chest feeling a little cold made you incredibly distracted. You kept a hand on your chest or tried to use your scarf to cover up, brushing off concerns from the people around you by telling them that the breeze today seemed to be bothering you more often than usual.

When you felt someone's arms wrap around your waist you panic a little, trying to figure out how to reject them without accidentally ruining Kaeya's reputation more than you already definitely were. You were getting a little too many strange looks today after all. The second you meet your own face you jump a little before realising that impish grin on your face was from Kaeya.

He teases you about failing so bad at being him, even pulling the scarf away so he could "see the goodies" for which you smacked him for. The action was so you that he couldn't help but laugh, wishing he could kiss you without feeling so weird about trying to lean into his own face.

Kaeya's day was much more fun. He chose to wear something that you might not normally wear, strutting around your room and turning in the mirror to admire your body. He thought that you were so pretty and he wished you would dress like this more.

It didn't take long for him to realise this might be his only chance to see what you look like wearing some outfits you were too shy to wear so he spent most of his morning prettying you up and taking photos to prove that you were as pretty as he thought you were.

Soon enough he got bored so he decided to go out, a little unused to the clothes on his body but he enjoyed making small talk with some of your friends or just spending a bit of time to himself. He was just enjoying a nice drink when he heard some people whispering about how Kaeya must not be feeling well, following the trail until he saw you panicking in front of a stand trying to decide what treat Lisa would like more. Of course he thought it would be a great time to scare the living shit out of you, grabbing your waist and laughing when you almost jumped a mile into the air.

Suffice to say the two of you decided to spend the rest of the time like this either together or just at home. It was going to be a bit of a learning curve but it was much better than accidentally ruining each other's lives by not really knowing how to act like the other person.

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact x reader

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Okok another doodle dump. These were from as I was playing AA4&5 (except for Dollie and Runo, drew em separate) I just had a habit of staring at the characters like “i like you. im gonna draw you.” And so I did. My controller ran out of battery a lot because i just idled for 20ish minutes each time i drew someone 💀

Kristoph's was when he stood next to us in the stand

Wocky's nervous side glance

Jinxie hiding

Kept it simple for mr booby and swapped between staring at his portrait to looking at him right in front of me.

I do also have one of Furio when I was playing T&T and I'll get that up later

I found them! Phoenix was when i first started playing the trilogy which was like.. mid last year? Then I loved Furio so much that I decided to use him as practice! Art study i guess? I pulled up one of his sprites then just like. drew it as exact as I could. And it was cause i just finished watching a video on art studying and stuff and i thought i wanna try that so i did… with Furio

Super funny fact I actually hate drawing people! And then I played AA, obsessed over Nick's nose shape in that closeup sprite then decided, fuck it i wanna draw his face! And now im weirdly comfortable with drawing people????? Power of fixation

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angelsworks · 1 year

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No where to Hyde 3 Dark!Tyler Galpin x reader

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Summary: You and Tyler help to explore the old Gates mansion. An unexpected attack from the Hyde complicates things.

Warnings: 18 + only, adult themes only, violence, dark themes, yandere themes.

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During your next weekly phone call you voiced your concerns over the Hyde to your parents. Some of the pages in the book that you hadn’t shared with anyone, had lead to some disturbing discoveries.

You’d found out that certain bloodlines appealed to these creatures. While these bloodlines weren’t refined to a certain species, it was made clear your mothers side had a strong connection.

From the research done over the many years, they’d found that Hydes and other creatures were drawn to your ancestors. The pheromones in your scent drew them to you. No matter the gender both your past relatives had had encounters with creatures like this. While they weren’t always Hydes. They were very dangerous.

The book specifically mentions how it was only this bloodline that was known to have this calming property for a list of creatures. The part that made you blush were the details of how.

Sex

Repetitive and constant sex with the creature would keep their own beast at bay. The joining of the beast and your ancestors creating a bond. One stronger than that of a Master and Hyde bond. It meant they were in full control of shifts, triggers, transformations.

The new knowledge scared you. Knowing that if it was true there was a chance you were more appealing to this creature than anyone else. Could you be it’s next target?

In the past few days another hiker had been the target of the Hyde. Wednesday was all over it of course. Her mystery board was only growing in her and Enid’s shared room.

You went over a couple times since meeting her in the weathervane to talk over theories. But she was more reserved than normal. She often voiced theories you’d heard many times before.

You weren’t stupid, you knew she suspected you. You were only making yourself a suspect as you shifted blame on to Xavier. The guy did creep you out and he was always at the scene of the incidents.

So for the time being it felt as if you were benched from the case. Something that did disappoint you.

Over the week you’d heard from Tyler. You’d actually swapped numbers and had been casually chatting. About the case, about his job, about Jericho. He’d told you bits about his dad, he was out a lot of the time for work. The police department in Jericho was severely undermanned.

Your mothers voice brought you out of your though.

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Darling, I really sorry to have to have this conversation over the phone.”

Your mother explained how it was your ancestors job to calm these creatures down, their duty almost. Flustered you told her you knew what she meant, exactly what she meant about calming them. You also mentioned how there was a suspected Hyde in Jericho.

“Darling, your blood heritage makes you theirs biologically. Once they catch scent of you it’ll be nothing but instincts.”

“Are you telling me that there’s nothing I can do, that I’m stuck being some sex doll for this Hyde for the rest of my life?” You vented.

Your mother stuttered, unsure what to say. But you were right. You’d crudely summed it up, but you were right. The Hyde in this case would need repetitive help. To keep the bond strong and their Hyde at bay.

You doubted it would be possible to have a functional relationship with anyone else while you were getting fucked by a Hyde every week.

“Your great great Grandmother made it work. It was a really long time ago, but that doesn’t meant it can’t work.”

Yeah, she made it work because she married the guy - was what you wanted to say to your mother as rudely as possible.

“Why don’t you come home baby? Until they’ve got this Hyde business sorted.” She reasoned.

You contemplated it.

Staying meant you could be free to explore your powers, make friends with people like you, have independence to be on your own. But staying could also lead to you loosing your freedom, your friends, your sanity, your virginity.

“I’ll think about it, for now I’ll stay away from the woods.”

The birthday party you tried to hold for Wednesday had been less than successful. Well it wasn’t successful at all. Enid had planned it all, from the decorations in Crackstones Crypt to the cake. The guest list was questionable in your opinion. It included Xavier, who you were sure had been ghosted by Wednesday. And also Bianca, someone you were sure Wednesday hated.

But she hated everyone, so Enid deserved credit regardless.

After the disaster that was the party, you were sure you were never going to hear from Wednesday again. Yet when you returned from classes you were met with an impatient hand, tapping his fingers on the table.

He brought a note from Wednesday. Type written of course. Telling you to meet her and Enid at the front gate to work on the case at 8:00pm.

You were surprised or course. Thinking that you’d never be let near the case again or Wednesday. But part of you worried what working on the case would mean.

You had a picture built in your mind that the Hyde would snatch you away the minute they smelt you. Not knowing who the person you’d be obligated to have sex with for the rest of your life scared you. But you pushed it aside, if things get too much you’d run away. Leave Nevermore and hide in a bunker for the rest of your life. Avoiding any and all creatures written in that book.

When you got to the front gate of Nevermore you were surprised to see Tyler in what you could only assume to be his car. Wednesday was sat in the front and you were sure you could see Enid in the back.

You got into the car, being met with a disappointed Enid, emotionless Wednesday and a smiling Tyler.

Tyler started to drive, not that you knew where. While Enid told you how she’d been tricked into coming, under the guise of a girls night.

“So where are we going?” You asked.

“To investigate the old Gates mansion.”

Maybe you were a coward, but exploring an abandoned mansion at night time didn’t sound like a good idea. And the creeping feeling of bumping into the Hyde grew within you.

You leaned forward over to Tyler’s ear, “Hey Tyler.”

Your breath against his neck made the his hair raise. His pulse quickened and he took a minute to recover:

“Hi (Y/N).”

The whole scene before you was out of some awful spoof horror film. Complete with the rusted gates, over grown garden and clueless teens about to walk to their death. You were certain you weren’t going in.

“I’m not going in.” You stated to the group, as you sat in Tyler’s car unmoving.

Next to you Enid spoke up, “No I don’t want to either, this place doesn’t looks safe Wednesday.”

Wednesday sighed, getting out of the car regardless of who was coming. Next Enid followed her out. Then finally Tyler got out after her.

He moved to open your door, bending his tall frame into the car. His head next to yours.

“I know it looks scary, but I’ll be here the whole time. We won’t be looking around for long,” you still didn’t look like you were going to move. “I’ll let you hold my hand.”

Everything about Tyler’s presence sent your hormones into over drive. His mouth was so close to your ear, it almost made you shiver. What you didn’t know was that this was Tyler’s was of getting pay back. How did it feel to have a taste of your own medicine?

He almost snickered when he heard your heart beat faster and you swallow, hard. He reached a hand around to undo your seatbelt. Caressing your thigh as his did. He hoped you didn’t notice how his hand lingered near the buckle.

With a little more coaxing he got your out of the car. You caught up to Wednesday and Enid at the front gate. Your hands wrapped around Tyler’s hand and arm, shielding yourself away from the creepy house.

After Enid had broken down the door, you all went in. Armed with flashlights and overactive adrenaline glands, you slowly explored the ground floor. You stayed as a group as you navigated the living room of the late Gates family. Still clinging to Tyler like a monkey on a tree.

He could pretend he didn’t enjoy this: the dark and eerie atmosphere; Your heart beating impossibly fast; you clinging to him for dear life. It made him feel like your protector, your hero, your saviour. When in reality, he was anything but.

At the first chance he was taking what was his. He’d read your book, he knew you were destined for him. Your delectable scent that sent him into a horny frenzy was no coincidence. Your bloodline was designed for him. For creatures like him. So dangerous they needed your ancestors to control themselves.

It was funny to think that after all the effort Thornhill had gone to - to control the Hyde, all she needed was a magic pussy so to speak. But she didn’t, she just had plants and chemicals that she used to control him.

You would liberate him, free him of the chains that held him back from being his true self. With you and your magic little cunt, he could be a force to be reckoned with. He doubted you’d be giving yourself to the Hyde willingly. So he knew he’d have to come up with some sort of plan.

He couldn’t have come up with a plan as good as this. An unfamiliar place, in the dark, with no one around for miles. He’d make you his tonight. Regardless of your little friends.

You could only stare at the alter behind the once closed bookcase. Suddenly it all felt so real. The realisation that someone really wanted to eradicate outcasts became real. The evidence was right here, arranged neatly on a alter designed for worship.

You curled into Tyler more. He turned to reach his hands around you, embracing you, shielding you, away from what had upset you.

“Me and Enid will check the upstairs. You and Tyler stay and explore the downstairs.”

Enid shared your reluctance to go anywhere else. You were thankful you were split into pairs, especially with Tyler as your partner. Yet it did little to smother any feelings of unease within yourself.

You and Tyler broke off, going further into the living room. You tried to find anything useful. Doing so was made increasingly hard by your shaking hands holding the torch.

After a considerable amount of shaking Tyler stopped and turned to you. Holding you closer in his arms. Subtly he sniffed your hair, inhaling more of your scent. He took great pleasure out of seeing you so vulnerable.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll be gone soon. Now let’s go down that hallway. I’ll be right behind you.”

It was hard to say no to Tyler. He’d been so kind to you already. With all the Hyde business going on, it made you resent your heritage. Life would be a lot simpler if you could just date him. You tried not to entertain those thoughts. It would only lead to disappointment.

Slowly you moved down the hall. Some of the doors around you were closed, some open. You’d just walked past an open door when Tyler screamed.

He’d been pulled into the room. The door slamming behind him. You could hear his screams along with a deafening and distinctive roar. The Hyde.

Without thinking you dashed down the hall and into one of the rooms. A bedroom. You tried desperately to barricade yourself in the room, pushing a table and chair over near the door.

You dove into the nearest corner, pressing yourself against the wall, pretending you were part of the peeling wallpaper. You tried to calm your breathing. But it soon turned out to be an impossible job.

There was a slow thud heard down the hallway. It was quiet, but you could tell the thing making them was heavy. They advanced closer, getting louder. You didn’t dare breathe.

The knob of the door started to turn, the creaking of the metal sending your heart into overdrive.

Then it stopped.

In the next moments the door burst open. The Hyde appearing in the doorway. It was just like the drawings in your book. Larger than life, two enlarged eyes, and terrifying teeth.

You cried out, kicking you legs as you tried to get away. The corner you’d put yourself in making it a fruitless task.

It crawled closer. It’s steps thundering in your ears. When it was close enough it reached out, pointing a claw in your direction. Gentler than you’d expect, the Claw moves the hair away from your face.

For a moment you don’t move.

Neither did the Hyde. It was to busy indulging in the sweet pheromones you can’t help but give off.

Then it leaves in an instant. Running out the door. A moment later you hear the screams of Wednesday and Enid. You’re paralysed, unable to move. You tell youself you need to move, you have to move, or else you’ll die here.

The thought doesn’t make you move. You’re still frozen on the ground.

But the thought of Tyler, sat alone and bleeding out, that makes you move. It makes you bolt actually. Soon you’re running around the downstairs, shouting madly for Tyler. You go back to the room he was taken into. Finding that the door is blocked from the inside. You try and barge it open. Your lack of strength being a major disadvantage in this instance.

You hear the Hyde growl once more along with the girls screams, that sound further away now.

After a few more tries you get the door open. Finding Tyler hunched over an open window, seemingly trying to escape.

You shout out for him, running over.

“Your hurt” you whimper. You can’t help but feel responsible. It could have been your scent that the drew the Hyde here.

“It’s just a scratch.” He tries to downplay the severity of his wound. Three large gashes lay across his chest. Self inflicted or course.

You can only fuss over him as the two of you escape the mansion. As you make your way back to his car you bump into Wednesday and Enid. The two look pretty shaken up. Well Enid does. If anything Wednesday just looks more pale.

“What happened?” She asks, in her usual monotone voice. Despite being chased by a Hyde.

You explain the Hyde attack, missing out when the two of you shared intense eye contact.

“We should split up. Me and Enid will go to the sheriff. You take care of Tyler.”

Her tone leaves no room for argument. Before you can, she’s left in the direction of Jericho with Enid trailing behind. You forget how expendable Wednesday treats her friends.

You take Tyler to his car, helping him into the passenger seat. You’d driven before, just not to the level of getting you license.

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

Tyler turned to you, his best hurt puppy look on his face, designed to induce pity, “No hospitals. Take me home.”

You agreed and started driving. With his help directing you, you started to make your way to his house.

Tyler tried to keep the smirk of his face. The two of you would be at his home, alone. His father would be kept busy with Wednesday.

And he could have you all to himself.

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