#Walter Wink

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Our Lady of Lament :: digital icon written by me :: [Janice Nihill]

May we beat our swords into plowshares. May we learn war no more. May we become repairers of the breach: restorers of streets to live in.

Kyrie eleison

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It cannot be stressed too much: love of enemies has, for our time, become the litmus test of authentic Christian faith. Commitment to justice, liberation or the overthrow of opposition is not enough, for all too often the means used have brought in their wake new injustices and oppressions. Love of enemies is the recognition that the enemy, too, is a child of God. The enemy too believes he or she is in the right, and fears us because we represent a threat against his or her values, lifestyle, or affluence. When we demonize our enemies, calling them names and identifying them with absolute evil, we deny that they have that of God within them that makes transformation possible. Instead, we play God. We write them out of the Book of Life. We conclude that our enemy has drifted beyond the redemptive hand of God. 

I submit that the ultimate religious question today is no longer the Reformation's 'How can I find a gracious God?' It is instead, 'How can I find God in my enemy?' What guilt was for Luther, the enemy has become for us: the goad that can drive us to God. What has formerly been a purely private affair — justification by faith through grace — has now, in our age, grown to embrace the world. As John Stoner comments, we can no more save ourselves from our enemies than we can save ourselves from sin, but God's amazing grace offers to save us from both. There is, in fact, no other way to God for our time but through the enemy, for loving the enemy has become the key both to human survival in the age of terror and to personal transformation. Either we find the God who causes the sun to rise on the evil and the good, or we may have no more sunrises. Walter Wink

[firstumcschenectady]

“God's Subversive Tactics” based on Matthew 5:38-42 (please read!)

The groundbreaking scholarship on this Matthew passage isn't new, it was published in 1992 by Walter Wink in his book “Engaging the Powers: Discernment and Resistance in a World of Domination.” I remember hearing it in High School, I've preached it before – here – and some of you have ridiculously good memories. But also, not all of you have heard me preach it before, and it is SUCH GOOD STUFF and so central to how we understand the entire Jesus movement. So, anyway, if you already know this stuff, prepare for an excellent review. And if you don't, hold on to your pew – this is going to be fun.

Those of us who have heard this passage without Wink's scholarship have probably heard it as an invitation to be doormats, right? “Don't resist. Let someone hit you repeatedly. Be passive. Be... weak.” And, heavens that's concerning, that anyone would teach such things in a church. What a way to empower domestic violence, maintain the status quo, and teach those in positions of less power (women, racial and ethnic minorities, children) that the Godly way is to accept the harm that comes their way.

However, if you accept a perspective that the choices are violence or nonviolence, I can see how you might conclude that following Jesus is NOT a violent way, so you have to pick passivity. BUT, this passage doesn't mean that AT ALL, this passage is about a third way. This is about how to engage in nonviolent resistance to undermine the powers that oppress. This is Jesus speaking to people who lived lives of oppression. This is the way called nonviolent ENGAGEMENT.

It seems especially fitting on this day when we are also thinking about Juneteenth because when we celebrate the freeing of those who had been enslaved, it also makes sense to talk about the ways that people who were enslaved resisted. We sometimes read in history about slave rebellions, but there were lots of ways that people engaged in regular, consistent resistance of the oppressive power of slave holders too. They pretended to be ill. They worked slowly, and badly. They “lost” or “accidentally damaged” equipment. They took what they needed, or just what they wanted. Papers were displaced. Things caught on fire. I suspect a lot of individuals were geniuses at such work, engaging in subversive actions that created immense disruptions without ever seeming to be fault.

Slave holders tried to break the spirits of those they enslaved, but the core human dignity, the reality of imago dei (that we are all made in the image of God – ALL OF US), seems to be quite resilient. And I think that's the core of what Jesus was talking about too.

Let's unpack each of Jesus's suggestions. “Turn the other cheek.” First thing to know – you didn't use your left hand for anything in ancient society because toilet paper wasn't a thing yet and left hands were used for “unclean tasks.” This was a hard and fast rule, even gesturing with the left hand was illegal and carried a strict punishment. So, we are talking only about right hand hits. Which means that a person who is hit on the right cheek has been backhanded, which was ALWAYS AND ONLY diminutive. It was a common and normal way of putting people in their place. “A backhanded slap was the usual way of admonishing inferiors. Masters backhanded slaves, husbands, wives; parents, children; men , women; Romans, Jews.”1 Most people would cower.

One did NOT backhand a peer, it was actually illegal.

But if people can only hit with their right hands, and one has already been backhanded on the RIGHT cheek, then to turn the other cheek – to invite another hit – is NOT to passively accept violence. It is to invite the person who is trying to humiliate you to either back down, or treat you like an equal. “This action robs the oppressor of the power to humiliate. The person who turns the other cheek is saying, in effect, 'Try again, Your first blow has failed to achieve its intended affect. I deny you the power to humiliate me. I am a human being just like you. Your status does not alter that fact. You cannot demean me.'”2

Which, then, puts the one who hit into a conundrum. Which is EXACTLY Jesus's point. (Can you now see how this advice fits the one who also told parables?) “In that world of honor and shame, he has been rendered impotent to instill shame in a subordinate. He has been stripped of his power to dehumanize the other.”3

The second image is to give cloak along with coat, right? We are going to call them the outer-garment and the inner-garment so we can track it. Note that impoverished people only had those two garments, their were not backups. And, Hebrew Scriptures provide for someone to be sued for their outer-garment:

If you lend money to my people, to the poor among you, you shall not deal with them as a creditor; you shall not exact interest from them. If you take your neighbor’s cloak in pawn, you shall restore it before the sun goes down; for it may be your neighbor’s only clothing to use as cover; in what else shall that person sleep? And if your neighbor cries out to me, I will listen, for I am compassionate. - Exodus 22:25-27

Note that even in this passage it is clear that only a poor person would be in this situation, and it is so tenuous that you can't even take the outer-garment consistently, you have to take it for only the day so they can sleep with it at night. It seems, even in this passage, that the creditor is being pretty severely demonized for deciding to demand retribution on the poor, right? (Matthew's language is wrong in implying it is the inner-garment, just ignore that – Luke gets it right, it is the outer-garment.)

Back to Wink, “Indebtedness was endemic in first-century Palestine. Jesus' parables are full of debtors struggling to salvage their lives. Heavy debt was not, however, a natural calamity that had overtaken the incompetent. It was the direct consequence of Roman imperial policy.... By the time of Jesus we see this process already far advanced: large estates owned by absentee landlords, managed by stewards, and worked by tenant farers, day laborers, and slaves. It is no accident that the first act of the Jewish revolutionaries in 66 C.E. Was to burn the Temple treasury, where the records of debts was kept.”4 And Jesus is talking to people at the bottom of this system. “Why then does Jesus counsel them to give over their undergarments as well? This would mean stripping off all their clothing and marching out of court stark naked! Imagine the guffaws that must have evoked. There stands a creditor, covered with shame, the poor debtor's outer garment in one hand, his undergarment in the other. The tables have already been turned on the creditor. The debtor had no hope of winning the case; the law was already entirely in the creditor's favor. But the poor man has transcended this attempt to humiliate him. He has risen above the shame.” You may remember that there was a taboo against nakedness in ancient Judaism, but it turns out the larger taboo was against SEEING someone's nakedness, not being naked.

“Jesus provides here a hint of how to take on the entire system by unmasking its essential cruelty and burlesquing its pretensions to justice. Here is a poor man who will not longer be treated as a sponge to be squeezed dry by the rich. He accepts the laws as they stand, pushes them to absurdity, and reveals them for what they have become. He strips naked, walks out before his fellows, and leaves the creditor, and the whole economic edifice that he represents, stark naked.”5

The third one – the “second mile”. Roman soldiers had the right to require civilians to carry their heavy packs for a mile – a form of forced labor. People hated it. However, if they asked someone to carry it for MORE than a mile, they were subject to discipline, and the discipline could vary immensely, including really severe punishment. So the soldiers regularly demanded their packs be carried a mile, but ONLY a mile. As he has in the two prior examples, Jesus recommends to the disempowered that they reclaim their human dignity even in the midst of oppression.

Wink says, “Imagine the soldier's surprise when, at the next mile maker, he reluctantly reaches to assume his pack, and the civilian says, 'Oh no, let me carry it another mile.' Why would he want to do that? What is he up to? Normally , soldiers have to coerce people to carry their packs, but this Jew does it so cheerfully, and will not stop! Is this provocation? Is he insulting the legionnaire's strength? Being kind? Trying to get him disciplined for seeming to violate the rules of impressment? Will this civilian file a complaint? Create trouble?”6 By messing with the soldiers head, the pack-carrier has taken back their human dignity and reclaimed their own power to choose! Regarding the soldier “If he has enjoyed feeling superior to the vanquished, he will not enjoy it today. Imagine the situation of a Roman infantryman pleading with the Jew to give back his pack!”7

He continues, “Jesus does not encourage Jews to walk a second mile in order to build up merit in heaven, or to exercise a supererogatory piety, or to kill the soldier with kindness. He is helping an oppressed people find a way to protest and neutralize an onerous practice despised throughout the empire.” Now, one final note on these suggestions, all of them. “Such tactics can seldom be repeated. One can imagine that within days after the incidents that Jesus sought to provoke, the Powers That Be would pass new laws: penalties for nakedness in court, flogging for carrying a pack more than a mile! One must be creative, improvising new tactics to keep the opponent of balance. To those whose lifelong pattern has been to cringe before their masters, Jesus offers a way to liberate themselves from servile actions and a servile mentality. And he asserts that they can do this before there is a revolution.8”

That is, Jesus so deeply believed that everyone was created in the image of God and deserved to have utterly wonderful lives, that he took the time to assess the situations and come up with some really subversive answers to the problems people faced, solutions that restored their dignity. There is, you may have noticed, one more piece of advice, and it is one that is a challenge to many of us. “Give to everyone who begs from you, and do not refuse anyone who wants to borrow from you.” Wink says, “Such radical egalitarian sharing would be necessary to rescue impoverished Palestinian peasants from their plight; one need not posit an imminent end of history as the cause for such astonishing generosity. And yet none of this is new; Jesus is merely issuing a prophetic summons to Israel to observe the commandments pertaining to the sabbatical year enshrined in Torah, adapted to a new situation.” That is, for those who were poor to break out of the realities of staggering interest and taxes, they need to work together and not apart. They needed to overcome the stragety of divide and conquer with radical sharing.

In each of these recommendations in this tiny little piece of the gospel, Jesus recommends third ways. Neither passively accepting the oppression that dehumanizes the people nor fighting violence with violence. He recommends, wit, humor, solidarity, and making visible the problems that the system created. We don't face exactly the same issues, but the SPIRIT of these commandments are a gift to us as a playbook for how to deal with oppression. Violence begets violence. Passivity in the face of violence changes nothing. But there are third ways, and I will say that I think God is really in favor of third ways and I've noticed that when I am stuck between two unacceptable options, and sit with them (and with God), God often nudges me toward a third way – a far more creative one that I could find on my own.

God calls the world from violence and oppression to peace and the radically embraced humanity of all. And the way from here to there, it turns out, involves creativity, wit, and humor. Let's go! Amen

1 Walter Wink, Engaging the Powers; Discernment and Resistance in a World of Domination (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1992) p. 176.

2 176.

3 176-7.

4 178.

5 179.

6 182.

7 182.

8 182-3.

Rev. Sara E. Baron  First United Methodist Church of Schenectady  603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305  Pronouns: she/her/hers  http://fumcschenectady.org/  https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

June 30, 2024

[relationaltherapist]

History belongs to the intercessors who believe the future into being. Walter Wink

[boricuacherry-blog]

[saturday-byte]

More shitty doodles (with bad lightning this time !!) bc apparently this is all I can do now

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Walter Bob commish for someone on the Guapitos&Gatinhos discord :D

[ruleofleft]

Hound is always soft when it comes to physical stuff with Walter, like light tapping to get his attention and trying to make noise so that he knows they’re there. Walter is actually a bit jumpy when it comes to sudden movements toward him, he never really realized it till Hound asked him one day, Walter was a bit confused till Hound pointed it out. Needless to said Walter got a little teary eyed, he never really expected his friends to try and accommodate to make sure he was comfortable. Hound tells him that if they ever do or say anything that makes him uncomfortable to please let them know so they can fix it. At that point Walter cries and Hound panics a bit while asking him if they said something to upset him.

[nalascat]

You are the authority on Walter the muppet

And also Dinky Winks for some reason

YES WALTER I WINNNNNNN

also I both love and hate that that is now my imprint on spy kids. yes. my characterization and thoughts on dinky winks is canon and above all else thank you

[strawberryforks]

the cole walter effect // cole walter x reader

summary: you fall victim to the cole walter effect, then he, falls for you.

warnings: swearing

word count: 1850

a/n: requests/asks open and encouraged! <3

one look and you were a goner. two, and you were a blushing mess, sitting beside erin, your best friend. desks pushed up against each other, wondering what business letters had in maths class and what business cole walter had being so… so him, you toyed with the mechanical pencil in your hand, pushing the led in and out.

even acting like a jackass, cole had a sweet smile and was the king of gestures—grand or otherwise. hanging around him could light up you day (or darken it substantially depending on his mood) but mostly, cole walter made you feel special for however long you managed to keep his attention.

since he’d hurt his leg and lost his spot on the football team he’d been treating everyone awfully. you, erin, the dozens of other girls he led on, his parents, siblings, himself. it wasn’t like cole but it didn’t seem like there was much anyone could do…

you made a point to cherish the good moments even more.

when someone bumped into you in the hallways he scooped up your books and handed them to you. “sorry about that, y/n, some people don’t pay enough attention to their surroundings,” he watched the perpetrator retreat, glaring at their back all while helping you up.

when you two skipped school together and he brought you to his favourite spot. the sun beat down on the lake and reflected on your faces. “happiness looks good on you, sunshine,” he’d been trying out stupid nicknames all day and none of them stuck, not until then, you scrunched your nose and shook your head, laughing at him and he smiled back. you’d listen to that stupid nickname every day for the rest of your life if that was your reward.

and that time you got stuck walking in the rain. it was storming and you were supposed to be on your way to his house—to hangout with danny, but still. when you were late he cared enough to call your mom and when she said you’d left on foot fifteen minutes ago he was out the door in no time at all. he pulled up alongside you and let you climb into his truck even soaking wet. “sunshine, you’re shaking,” you were, you were drenched and chilled to the bone. “here.” he shrugged off his jacket, gave it to you, and cranked the heat. your teeth chattered while you thanked him and he brushed it off, said: “no worries; it’s nothing.” what he didn’t know is that it was everything.

you felt bad for cole walters and his devilish grin but you felt other things too. in that ooey gooey crush phase where a wink could turn you bright red and you treasured each and every conversation—dissected each word and then talked about it with your best friend.

“he’s pretty, i’ll give him that.” she said, giving you the sense that wasn’t all. “but?” you encouraged.

“but he’s kind of an ass and he stopped treating me right a long time ago. casual hookups are all he can offer, y/n.”

you’d be fine with that and you love erin but you don’t really believe her. no, it’s not that you don’t believe in her it’s just… you believe in cole. believe he can do better, be better, and be more.

still, her tone worries you. you know something’s up so you push a bit. you’ve known her since you were in diapers and cole was her off-and-on-again boyfriend for quite awhile. you have a crush on him but who doesn’t? falling prey to what dozens of your peers have dubbed the cole effect is almost easier than breathing in this tiny town. “are you sure you’re okay with—“ you gesture between you and then point out the window to where the eldest walter boy stands talking to his twin, danny. there’s no other way to explain it, really. there is no you and cole, you’re just hoping that one day there could be. erin looks out the window, “to clarify you’re talking about cole, right?”

you nod quick and when she seems relieved your mouth tumbles open. you gasp and erin’s hand flies to the back of her neck, cheeks turning red, “yeah,” she admits. “i’m suddenly only okay with you going after one of the walter boys.”

“you like danny!” you whisper-shout. “that’s fantastic, that’s just so great! i’ve known him for ages i can totally set you up. would it be okay if i gave him your number?” erin nods, grateful, and you can’t wipe the grin off of your face all day.

you see danny and rush over to him. you pluck his phone out of his hand and he messes up your hair with his hand, “i’m just putting erin’s number in!” you defend, “she’s interested in acting” and you, you omit, “and since you’re the best actor i know, i figured you could help her out!”

danny smiles and stuffs his hands into his pockets and shakes his head. he’s your other best friend, the one you tell all of your walter free drama. to spare his sanity, not once have you mentioned your massive crush or burdened him with your boy-problems. boy-problem, you corrected, seeing as there was only one. “you coming over after school?”

“only if you’ve got room!”

“we do. always. and see if your friend erin wants to come with.”

your excitement is palpable as you nod quickly. Then, you skip off to find erin, plans already forming in your mind.

You’re the first one to the car–you call shotgun and slide into the passenger seat, looking at cole. earlier, you’d slipped issac, lee, and nathan $10 bills to manoeuvre themselves so erin and danny would have to sit next to each other. To add insult to injury, or the cherry to your sundae of a master plan, you slip issac an extra $5. he sits with his legs spread and rests his elbows on his thighs hunched over. he sits his backpack beside him and when erin figured out where she had to sit–having only half a seat’s worth of space, you swear, she had a mini-aneurysm or something. you almost felt bad. erin glared but you played dumb you did feel bad. a little. until cole hit a bump and looking in the mirror you saw them holding hands. a victory, a smile, now it was your turn.

being cole walter’s friend was surprisingly easy. turns out, he just needed someone to really hear him. To really listen. Sure, to get to that point you had to push a little (but two shouting matches later and) “it’s just–there was all this pressure on me to make a comeback. I love footbal, i do, but it doesn’t change the fact that my foot is fucked. mom and dad spent all this money on my rehab and it’s still useless.” you hugged him tight, “but you’re not. Not useless.” he sighed, holding onto you, like the lifeline you allowed yourself to be. he didn’t believe you when you told him he was worthy, that he was good at things other than football, but maybe one day.

winning over cole took more attention to detail and care. care was the big thing–thoughtfulness, kindness, creativeness. cole walter does things for people and he doesn’t have to be asked or begged. you’re certain his love language is acts of service and yours is a combination of several. you like physical touch as much as the next person, gift giving, and quality time. when you combine all three? it’s his turn to blush.

you find field and pick a handful of flowers–all as close to his favourite colour you could find. you arrange them in a tinted and curved glass vase you found at the thrift and you write him a letter. when you deliver your gift, passing it over, your hands touch. “who’s this for?” he asks, confusion present on his face. He’s thinking maybe it’s for his mom, maybe parker?, when you tap your index finger against the envelope and he reads his own name. he’s caught off guard. he takes the gift, thanks you somewhat awkwardly and then walks off. (you think you failed until he returned the sentiment the next day and you found flowers in your locker)

the next thing that you do isn’t even intentional. you don’t do it to make cole like you more, it just happens that way. “Hey!” you shout, walking up to the new quarterback. “taking his number and flaunting it around like that–well that’s a real shit thing to do.” lake houses with colourful chairs aren’t made for confrontations like these. nor are you usually, not in front of your peers at least. but after a cup full of liquid confidence, well, you’re in the middle of a truth or dare game and things are about to get messy. you’re to his left and if he leans in the only kiss he’ll receive is from your knuckles. “i dare you,” he rolls his eyes, “i pick truth.” you scoff and when some of his friends laugh too, one crowing “what are you, scared?” he doesn’t budge. “truth, then. do you think you’re better than cole?” he gulps, “even with an injured leg he’s a better person and player than you could ever dream of being.” cole watches from the sidelines, ready to intervene if necessary but also… he’s thinking. thinking hard and wondering where the hell you came from.

he taught you how to ride horses, you taught him how to paint–painted him, actually, which his mom just thought was the best thing in the entire world. “she’s so sweet, george.” katherine told her husband, “she’s so good to him. just what he needed.”

you take the liberty of walking him to a few of his classes and he pays you back by driving you places–your home, his, issac jokingly called you cole’s passenger princess and the second eldest walter boy didn’t correct him. being cole’s anything gave you butterflies.

but still. the one step you wouldn’t take was the one that took him the longest–it was the label that stopped him, that scared him. the exclusivity (he hadn’t so much as flirted with anyone else since you two started hanging out more) and the fear of error, of messing up. a month later was when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. the two of you went on a picnic (he cooked all of the food but didn’t tell you in case there was something there that you didn’t like) and brought you flowers and a letter. “who’s this for?” you asked, grinning. it was a full circle–one with a curved line and two dots inside of it. you were beaming and when you finished reading the letter you threw yourself into his arms. your hands found both sides of his face and you pressed your lips against his.

the cole walter effect got you, but you weren’t mad about it.

[petew21-blog]

Poolverine

Spoilers for Deadpool & Wolverine

Deadpool and Wolverine aproached Cassandra while the others were battling her soldiers. Wolverine was suppressing his rage, Deadpool, on the other hand, was suppressing his words. He was still talking, just not as much as he would normally.

Cassandra Nova was ready for everything. After all, she was here for her whole life. She has seen everything. Even Loki escaping from the void. But now, these two basically immortal beings stood in front of her. One was a bigger paij in the ass than the other.

Deadpool:"Ok, Baldilocks slash wannabe Walter White in your kingdom. We know we had our ups and downs from the moment you killed Johnny, may he rest in peace. We loved him and will never forget him. But I gotta rain on your parade here, and I hope your bald head is not too sensitive for some cold rain drops, because now is the time to let us all go and end this drama show."

Wolverine:"You said you'll be holding back."

Deadpool:"Ohhh, this is holding back. I haven't even started."

Wolverine:"She has the power to kill you with a snap of her fingers, and you still think the best way to stop her is to insult her?"

Cassandra just stood in front of them, speechless.

Deadpool:"I think your X-men spoiled you with all the WE'RE-ALL-IN-THIS-TOGETHER attitude. Well, pal! This is my show, and here, we roast our enemies before we stab them after many unsuccessful attempts, moment of desperation and a collab with Madonna."

Cassandra:"I have no idea what he is on about, but the two of you look like a married couple after twenty years of hating each other's guts. And you know what couple therapists always say to the unfunctional couple?"

Deadpool:"Yep! They say, ‘You either learn to compromise… or one of you learns to hide the body really well.’ So, which one of us is digging tonight, Logan?!"

Cassandra:"I just... How do you put up with him?"

Logan:"I have known him for like 5 hours and killed him several times."

Deadpool:"And so did I! Cute, aren't we?"

Cassandra:"I can't... See each other's perspective and get out of my sight."

The two were now transported via portal back to one of the worlds to empty Xavier mansion.

Deadpool, now in Wolverine's body, stood up and looked down. "Ohhhhh, baby, yesss. Look at these!!!" Wade now popping his new claws. "Snikt! Yeaaaah. Oh, I could get used to this."

Deadpool turned his head to the audience and said:"Hey folks. Not to alarm you. Deadpool is still here, just a slightly broody and hairier version. Only now I got! Claaaaaws!!!" Wade sliced through a nearby painting that immediatelyfell down, destroying a statue on the table. "Whoopsie. Just normal Wolverine collateral damage, am I right?"

Logan:"What the hell is this? Why am I suddenly feeling... chatty? I need to get of this tight red spandex and this horrible mask."

Deadpool is now doing ridiculous poses in the reflection of a mirror. Screaming and scratching the air. "Look at me, I'm like a Canadian action figure." Wink at the audience.

Logan:"Stop this Wilson. We need to get Charles."

Deadpool:"Oh I don't know, I got this sudden urge to sing and get a circus. We shouldn't waste time."

They both search the house, but all the X-men are gone.

Now in the privacy of a small bathroom. Deadpool, stands in front o the mirror, shirtless, flexing. "Ohhhh look at that". He pops out his claws again. "If only I had these babies during my last taco truck robbery .- I mena, purchase."

Deadpool grabs a comb on the sink. "The hair! What an untamed mane. I look like a mix between a badger and a bad scripted shampoo comercial." Then he leans closer to the mirror. "And check out this jawline. Ladies and gents, feast your eyes."

"One, two, three, four, five...six! Finally jackpot. It's really like a washboard for all my dirty clothes. I could do laundry on these bad boys, If I ever did laundry."

"And what do we have here." Deadpool raises his furry eyebrows, following the hairy trail under, leading to the massive buldge. "Oh Logan, I knew you've been hiding some serious adamantium down here, but damn. No wonder all the X-men want to sleep with you. Pun intended. I mean... If I knew that you had this much heat packed in here, I would have switched with you sooner."

Wade strikes a final pose and blows a kiss to his reflection:"Wolvie, you beautiful, hairy beast, I may never give this body back to you."

Logan enters the bathroom with a scowl, freezing in horror at the sight before him.

Deadpool in Logan's body, completely naked and a little too pleased with his new situation.

"What the hell are you doing, Wade!!!"

"Hey, Wolvie. Just getting acquainted with the goods. Man, you've been holding out for me. Honestly, If there was a claw shooting out of this thing, I wouldn't even be surprised anymore." Wade said with a smile, gripping his hard dick in Logan's face

"Get your filthy hands off my...!" Logan fighting the urge to kill his own body

"Logan, it's your hands, don't forget that. So that means I did nothing wrong. Your body that touched yourself. I haven't touched anything, if you think about it." Towards the audience:"It's like flashbacks from puberty."

"Besides, I only wanted to take your body for a test drive, Logan. You know, making sure that all the gears work before returning the keys. Quality control!"

"If you don't stop now, I'll claw off that smug off your... your real face when we get back" Logan gets closer to his old body, now feeling a strange urge to want him to get closer. Both of the bodies pulling towards each other

Deadpool:"Logan? Did you pay Magneto to get us closer? Cause I feel a strange force pulling me to you and I have to say i don't mind it"

Logan:"I'm not doing anything. I... No way. I'm trying to go away from you"

Deadpool:"Oh yeah, it's happening, baby. My body can't resist this beautiful, hairy pile of muscles, and your body is controlled by one of the most perverted minds alive."

"YOU SICK BASTARD. This is all your twisted head. If you'll be enjoying even a second of this." Logan shouted

Deadpool:"Oh, come on. It's just chemistry. You can't fight it"

Logan:"Gotta get control of this."

Deadpool:"No need for that. Your body's got the hots for me. I'm a walking talking thirst trap now. Give in, big guy. Let's make it weird."

Logan now with his new hands still in spandex, touching his old body. "Wade... When this is over... I'm going to make you regret all of this."

Deadpool:"I'm counting on it. But until then, you're mine"

Wade pulls of his old mask down from Logan's head:"Ohhh there is that crispy chipsy face I haven't seen for a while". Logan:"Please just shut up"

Their hands our now all over each other. Logan's burly figure standing above Deadpool's figure. Logan's body under Wade's control now pushes his old body towards the wall. Breaking it. They get to Cyclops and Jean's bedroom, now vacant, ready for their action. Dadpool starts making out with his body still on the ground from the collision. Logan wants to fight back, but gives up and makes out with his bearded face. It feels kind of nice, but he can't ever admit that to Wade.

Wade picks up Logan from the ground using his claws, and with their help, he rips of the spandex off of Logan. Scratching him in the process. Logan now moaning in pain, looking deeply into his old eyes. He now understands why many people called him a "beast." He did look like one. But sexy one at that.

Wade threw Logan on the bed. Turning him around. Logan was ready for immediate penetration, but suddenly he felt a moist thing pushing its way between Deadpool's hairy ass. Was he now experiencing rimming? "Wade, no...!"

Deadpool:"Don't worry, sweetpie. I know what my body likes. Just relax, enjoy and don't fart in my face"

Logan has never felt this feeling in such an intimate place. And it wasn't even his body.

Wade now turned Logan to his back. He positioned himself. "Ready? I know you're used to pain, but this might be a bit... unsettling."

Logan:"I can take a bit of pain... AHHHHHHH"

Deadpool."Sorry, boo. Haven't stretched out that thing for quite a while."

He started pushing more and more. At that moment, Logan tried to get up and leave. But something in Logan's body overtook Wade. He took both of his claws and pushed them through Deadpool's body's forearms, securing him in place. Logan screamed in pain. "Why???"

Deadpool:"Don't want you to give up during the best part when it stops hurting"

Sweat was dripping from Logan's body all over Deadpool's. All of Logan's hair were now glistening in sweat.

"Ohhhh moth.... This is so amazing. I feel like a Republican during the Fourth of July" Deadpool screamed out while his claws were still in place.

He picked up the pace, and when he saw that Logan was now moaning in pleasure and not in pain, he took out his claws and just enjoyed the ride.

"Oh Wolvie. I think I'm gonna get you pregnant now."

"Just fuck me!!!"

Now very close to the finish, Deadpool took out his dick and pointed it at his old face, cumming all over his old chest and hitting his body's eye. Logan came too, but on his stomach. He was still mesnerized. How come, through all these years, he never even thought about stimulating his prostate?

Both now watching each other, sweaty, out of breath.

Logan:"You won't tell a soul."

Deadpool looking at the audience, smirking:"Promise"

And at the corner of the room a quiet girly voice spoke out:"Promise". Kitty sunk into the wall leaving embarassed to the next room

Message from Inbox :)

Yo, i love your writing. And with your last story with Hugh and Ryan....What about their characters?, Wolverine and Deadpool swapping bodies thanks to Cassandra Nova powers that also made them aroused for each other in order to distract them from stopping her. Wade can't help but to give into Logan's body urges to dominate, and Logan just want the voices gone.

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snatcher

the walter brothers x jackie howard x reader

warning : swearing, 18+ DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it always!), cursing, underage drinking, shower sex, public sex, loss of virginities, oral (f & m receiving), cussing, rough sex, soft sex, degrading, creampies and realism of how fast first times are.

in which y/n is a virginity snatcher in the walter household. y/n is friends with jackie and she makes her way through the house.

listen i have been non stop thinking about y/n taking all of the brothers and jackie’s virginities (other than danny (him and erin are together), lee, nathan and obvi the young babies)

tags : @sagittariusmoonlover @hvreticz @thefrontbottomsmademesad @phantompoguefangirl @wolflover384

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y/n had become friends with jackie when she first moved here. jackie had no idea y/n knew the inside of the house already after sneaking out multiple times from the one and only cole walters bedroom.

it started about two years prior to jackie coming along, y/n had met the blonde haired boy at school and that’s when the secret meet ups began.

they started in the janitors closet, y/n would end up on her knees for the brother or his hand in her pants and the other over her mouth to keep her quiet. until he finally invited her over.

she had snuck in that night in the side door, as she went through the kitchen she got to peer into the living room, where her eyes met alex walters. she waved her fingers at him and winked, his face going flush. she smirked as she made her way up the stairs with cole.

as we made it into his room, danny lay on his twin size mattress across the room “danny, can you step out for a little while?” cole asked throwing a glance back at y/n and then to danny again

danny sighed as he grabbed his pillow and gave me a look “hi y/n” “hi danny sorry to kick you out”

he offered a warm smile “it’s okay as long as it doesn’t happen all the time”

“of course not, i’ll see you later” she smiled and patted his shoulder as he walked out. coke locked the door and got straight to business

he had y/n bent over the bed, her dress riding up over her ass. he landed a smack over her right cheek, a hand print beginning to form. he smirked at it. “cole please”

“shhh im taking my time with this, sweets. been to rushed in that closet at school” he leaned down and left kissed in the nape of her neck, hands roaming over her body until the met her clothed core.

she let out a soft moan as he began to move her panties to the side, one singular digit running through her folds and into her sopping core.

she let out another moan as he added another digit and pumping into her.

“god sweetheart you’re gonna be the death of me”

“cole before we do this, i need to know that this is okay,” she said standing up and turning to him as his hand found her pussy again. “i mean i’m taking your virginity, coley.”

he sighed looking down at her “i’m aware, y/n/n. yes this okay. i promise” she searched his eyes for any doubt and she found none. her lips crashed into his and he pushed her back onto the bed, landing on top of her. he pulled her panties down as she unblocked her pants and sliding the down along with his boxers, he reached to the side to grab a condom but y/n stopped him.

“i’m on birth control baby boy. no need for that plus it feels better without” she rubbed his face and he smiled flipping them over so she was on top of him.

“you ready coley?” she looked down at him, giving him the chance to back out now. “yes y/n. please. i need to feel you” he looked at her, his eyes dark and pupils blown with ecstasy.

“okay coley.” she kissed him softly on the lips and aligned his thick cock to her opening and slid down slowly, not being used to such a thick size.

she let out a gasp as he filled her to the brim, still more to go down onto. she could believe he was touching her in spots no one ever had before.

that’s when she heard it, something she knew she would only hear from someone who has never had such a velvet feeling around their cock before.

the gasp and head tilt made her inside explode. she felt prideful knowing her pussy was making THE cole walter feel good. she took a second to balance herself and looked down at him

his eyes screwed shut and mouth hung open “i’m gonna move now coley” she whispered to him and he nodded. she lifted herself up along his shaft and slowly brought herself back down. she wanted him to enjoy this and not feel bad if he came too fast, which was likely going to happen.

“y-y/n. please. faster, i need it” she nodded at him and began to bounce on his cock. she felt so full and satisfied. “oh god, cole. you feel so fucking good” “yeah baby?” he asked as his eyes opened he saw her for the first time since her cunt started hugging his cock so fierce. he was about to cum just looking at her face. he flipped them over and put her on her hands and knees and began drilling into her pussy. he watched as his dick glistening when pulling out of her, he watched as she gripped his cock and he swore he saw stars.

before he knew it, he was slumped over top of her pumping out his seed deep into her warm velvet walls. he rubbed her back as they both gained back their breath.

“that was… great.” he sighed

“yes it was coley but i do need to get going. we should do it again. maybe.” she said she grabbed her panties and gave cole a kiss to the temple. she shoved her panties into his hand and said “that’s just for the memory of tonight baby boy. see you later”

she made her way down the stairs trying her best not to leak out coles cum, she would wait till she got home to shower and decompress from the night

that’s when she signaled danny to go back uostairs and she caught a glimpse of alex and isaac sitting on the couch, staring at her. she walked into the room and saw they were playing a game

“we’ll i hope you both have a good night. i’ll see you two very, very soon” she winked at them and turned on her heels and out of the walter household

she made up her mind that night that eventually she would take isaacs and alex’s virginity too. she enjoyed it, the way it filled her with pride. it was better than an orgasm.

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y/n had been staying a few nights with jackie to go to school and they planned a girls weekend together, it was friday night and y/n had brought so many snacks and movies from her place to watch with jackie.

she also brought a bottle of bacardi zombie just incase she decided she wanted to play a drinking game with jackie and maybe some of the boys.

it was around 11:45 when y/n became bored with the rom coms and asked jackie to turn on a comedy movie, jackie picked Benchwarmers which y/n was okay with.

“i have an idea jacks” y/n smirked mischievously at her

“oh god. what?” jackie sighed and turned from her stomach to face y/n

“let’s play a drinking game” y/n said rather loud, hoping some of the boys would hear. which made jackie jump up and cover y/ns mouth “shhh mr. and mrs. walter might hear you!” she whispered at y/n but she shrugged and removed jackie’s hand from her mouth “come on, jacks. live a little”

that’s when cole, alex, isaac and nathan appeared in the doorway all at once. like they had been waiting to hear something come up between the girls.

“you guys wanna play a drinking game?” y/n asked pulling out the alcohol from her bag, still chilled from being in the freezer at her house.

everyone nodded but nathan just shook his head but then smiled at y/n “i’m good but i would love to sit and watch” he laughed. cole sat on the floor in between y/n and jackie, then alex on the right of y/n and issac next to alex and jackie, making a circle for them to drink.

“the game is, never have i ever..” y/n smiled looking at everyone

“the rules are simple. you say ‘never have i ever’ to something you’ve never done before and whoever has, has to drink. i’ll go first”

y/n unscrewed the top of the bottle and pulled out the stopper. “never have i ever had surgery”

cole stared hard at y/n and grabbed the bottle then passed it to issac and y/n looked at him surprised.

“i got my tonsils out when i was little.” he blushed at her

“okay my turn” jackie said and she thought hard for a second

“never have i ever uh… kissed anyone” she blushed hard. y/n couldn’t believe her own two ears, jackie had never kissed anyone ever?

y/n grabbed the bottle from the middle and took a big gulp, so did cole, alex and isaac. jackie flushed even more “how is that even possible” she shook her head.

“i’ll be your first kiss, jacks” y/n nudged her and she blushed even deeper. “don’t threaten me with a good time” jackie smiled back, snorting while she laughed but y/n wasn’t joking and she made that evident in the way she looked at jackie, jackie knew it too.

it was then coles turn and he looked at y/n with a giant smirk. “never have i ever given a blowjob in a public place” y/n literally choked on her own spit and glared at him hard knowing she has gone down on him in almost every space of their town

she took another big gulp while staring at cole.

alex sat up a little straighter and began “never have i ever been with the same gender” and her mouth gaped at him “i feel so personally attacked right now” y/n scoffed playfully and took another swig, she was feeling warm now.

“never have i ever had sex” isaac said softly

y/n and cole made slight eye contact as she reached for the bottle, their hands meeting “ladies first” he smiled and pushed her arm playfully

they both took their shots and everyone looked at them with wide eyes “what?” they said at the same time and everyone just shook theirs heads.

the game went on for a little while longer before jackie leaned back and fell asleep so cole said he’d take her upstairs to bed “hey be nice. don’t hit her head on anything” y/n giggled as he scooped jackie up off the ground and started up the stairs “y/n/n i would never. yk how many times i’ve done this with you? do you have any bumps or bruises?” which made her shake her head “goodnight cole” he nodded at her

y/n was a little tipsy, seeing as she was more experienced than most of the people playing the game.

“i’m gonna sleep down here if that’s cool with you guys” y/n yawned as she stood up and stretched her arms above her head

alex and isaac both watched as her tank top rode up her stomach, revealing a belly button piercing and tattoos on both hips. a moon on one and the sun on the other

they both felt like they were lightheaded, blood rushing to their cocks “g-goodnight, y/n” alex smiled at her “oh goodnight sweet, sweet alex.” y/n smiled and made her way to him and gave him a tight hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. his hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled away quickly before heading to his room “let me get some of that love” isaac smiled at her

“yes sir.” and she gave him a hug too but he held on just a little longer. praying it would never end, her hand found his hair and his found the round of her ass. he just had to feel it, he had to.

she didn’t stop him, this is exactly where she wanted him.

she wanted him to want her so bad he couldn’t help himself but to touch her. she pulled her head back and stared into his eyes “you know, issac. i could take-“ and before she could even finish isaac just nodded frantically “please. yes yes” she smiled at him, pulling his into her and onto the couch. their lips finally met and isaac became so excited. she felt his growing member against her thigh as their kisses got heavier.

she palmed isaac through his pants and he threw his head back and moaned “shhh we don’t wanna get caught, do we?” “no no no” issac shook his head and began to rut his hips against y/ns hand.

she flipped on top of him and pulled him out of his sweats and boxers. she began to pump his member. she then moved her shorts and panties to the side and slid his red and leaking member through her folds, he hissed at the feeling

that feeling started bubbling up in her again. pride. confidence. triumph. her ego swelled in her chest, her head spinning.

she finally sank down on him and she watched as he threw his head back and gasped, his hands flying to her hips like a lifeline. as if he would float away if he didn’t grab ahold of her. she leaned down and kissed his cheek and whispered “tell me when you’re ready for me to move” and biting his earlobe. his whole body shook at just that feeling alone

“o-okay..” he whimpered as she began to lift off of him and back down. his eyes stayed shut and he sighed as she felt her walls wrapped around him.

she only got about 6 bounces in before he was a complete mess underneath her. he was whimpering and her name leaving his lips in such a hushed town made her chest tighten, in a wonderful way. “i’m gonna cum, y/n”

“then do it sweet boy. be a good boy and cum in me” and those words alone sent him over the edge. moans slipped from his mouth like gods prayer.

finally she slipped off of him, gently putting him away in his sweats. she kissed his forehead and offered some snacks to him which he gladly took. she rubbed his arms as he snacked on some chips

“goodnight y/n” he smiled at her and she nodded back at him as he got up to go upstairs.

y/n grabbed her wash bag and went to the downstairs bathroom to shower.

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her original plan was to skip with cole and jackie, she never thought she’d be in a game of truth or dare, having cole kiss her infront of everyone and y/n kissing jackie due to not telling anyone who she lost her virginity to, dylan giving her a warning look before she refused and kissed jackie.

but she actually liked jackie, a lot. jackie and y/n grew very close, so close that night when cole had brought y/n and jackie back from the party, jackie made a move on y/n. y/n would’ve never expected it but being under the influence, she had the liquid courage to return the kiss. it got heated fairly fast

jackie crawled on top of y/n as she gripped her hips, jackie was straddled across y/ns thigh which only fueled y/n to move her hips against it. jackie gasped and y/n took the chance to kiss down jackie’s neck “is this okay?” y/n asked

“yes. oh god yes” jackie’s sounded so desperate to be touched, like she had never been before. which she hadn’t, not by anyone else atleast. only herself

so when y/ns hands tore off jackie shirt and her lips made her way down jackie’s chest she moaned, loud. she covered jackie’s mouth and laid her down “shhh babygirl. we can’t be too loud or the boys will hear us. we don’t want cole to try and join” “why would cole try and join?”

“you didn’t know we have been fucking?” y/n sat up and jackie shook her head

“what if i want him to join?” jackie whispered

“oh baby girl i can make that happen. just gotta let me get a taste of you before he ruins you” she smirked as she pulled jackie’s panties off

jackie gasped at the cool air making contact with her most intimate parts

y/n couldn’t have put collect the wetness in her folds and getting a taste. she immediately knew she needed a taste, as her tongue made contact with jackie’s swollen bundle of nerves she gasped loudly. “fuck y/n” she moaned out

“shhh babygirl let me take good care of you”

“hey! how are you feel- oh wow” it was no other than cole himself. i looked at him and so did jackie. “jesus christ. that’s so sexy” he stepped in and shut the door, turning the lock.

“jackie it’s fate. still want him here to join or do you wanna make him watch?”

“i don’t care but if you don’t put your mouth back on me y/n i might lose it”

“okay baby girl. okay.” she smiled at her

“cole, i want you to fuck me while i eat her pretty pussy” i said looking at him and he wasted no time

i went back to devouring her sweetness as coke slid into my dripping cunt and began rocking into me like he never had before. my fingers met jackie entrance, sliding in with ease. she was a moaning mess and it turned me on even more.

soon jackie came and cole not long after.

“goodnight princess.” y/n said to her as her eyes began to get heavy “goodnight coley” she winked at him and he lets himself out.

‘man i need a shower’ y/n thought to herself as she grabbed her night gown and wash bag.

y/n went downstairs to shower so she didn’t wake anyone upstairs.

as she crept past alex and nathan’s room she saw alex was still up and nathan was passed out on his bed.

“alex” she whispered

his hand found his headset and he looked at y/n like he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to “oh hey, y/n” he looked at her

“just wanted to say hi. i’m going to shower” he nodded and stared at the back of her as she walked away

he heard y/ns name leave jackie’s mouth, only in the way he saw in porn. he couldn’t believe she had sex with almost everyone except him.

‘when was it his turn, when did he get to experience y/ns moans? when was it his turn to feel so good?’ he thought

he decided he would need to make the first move, he didn’t know when but he would.

unfortunately the more he thought about it, the harder he got. he couldn’t do it anymore.

before he knew it, his feet were taking him to where he knew she was.

he stood there, hand on the doorknob. he hoped it wasn’t locked. he prayed it wasn’t.

he turned the knob and thankfully it wasn’t.

he opened the door and heard y/n humming but as soon as the door creaked, it stopped. “hello?” she said in a scared voice.

he cleared his throat “it’s alex”

that was the first time y/n had ever heard his voice sound that way, deep and needy.

she pulled the shower curtain and looked at him

“are you.. are you okay?” she asked, concerned

his eyes traveled over her face and wet hair. he felt his mouth dry and his cock jump in his sweats. the words began to just fall out of his mouth

“how is it you’ve fucked almost everyone in this house and you still haven’t made a move on me. i’ve wanted you longer than anyone in this house. longer than anyone in school. longer than anyone in this fucking town, y/n/n… it’s not fair.”

“oh alex..” she sighed but before she could continue he stepped closer

his eyes held so much lust and need in them, her knees felt weak.

no one has ever made her feel so small yet so good at the same time

“hearing jackie moan your name, cole, and isaac. they all get to praise your name but it would never mean as much as it leaving my mouth. i would praise it, i would use it like a prayer. my vise. my lifeline. plus i know. i just know i can make you feel so much better” he was face to face with her name, feet just at the edge of the shower. he contemplated on just getting in, fully clothed he didn’t care. he wanted her so unbelievably bad.

she wanted him too. she could feel herself becoming wet at his words. her pussy clenching around nothing, which killed her.

“al-alex” she whispered

“i’ve been hearing cole fuck you into his mattress and against these walls for two years. now you fuck isaac and jackie? two years i’ve dreamt of getting to feel you, to kiss you, to taste you, to fuck you and take care of you. yet you fuck everyone who only is in it for themselves? pathetic” he spat

y/ns legs almost failed her.

“a-alex..”

“no. you don’t get to say anything, y/n/n. i’ve wanted you for so long. i remember the first time i watched you walk into this house, you were wearing that sundress with a jacket over your arm. you waved at us and i watched you go up those stairs and i prayed you’d come back down. i prayed and begged the universe to let you come back down but you didn’t for a while. i knew it was too late, i could only ask myself one question and it was ‘why not me?’ because i wanted it to be me so bad and then i had to wait. i’m done waiting. it’s too much, y/n. i keep myself up at night wondering when it’ll be MY turn.” he sighed rubbing his temples and dragging his hands down his face

“it’s just not fair” he whispered to her, putting his forehead against her wet one

so she did the only thing she could think to do and pulled him into the shower with her.

he held onto her hips tight and kept his forehead on hers, the warm water soaking his clothing.

“tell me this is okay, y/n. or i’ll get out right now and we can pretend this never happened. i’ll walk away and pretend i’m not dying to fuck you.”

y/n almost lost it

somehow no one had ever truly asked her if SHE was okay with it, if SHE felt good.

and it truly made a world of difference.

y/n felt something she hadn’t before, it was hunger. desire. a need penetrating so deep inside of her she thought she’d starve.

alex stared into her eyes waiting for something, anything.

“please, alex. this is okay, completely okay” she sighed brushing her lips against the shell of his ear.

he groaned and wasted no time dropping to his knees and wrapped her legs around his head and dove into her

he licked a strip through her cunt, tasting so much better than he could have ever dreamed

“a-alex” she moaned out

he thanked her music being on a speaker in the bathroom because he needed to hear her pretty moans.

he was devouring her like a man starved.

she could barely hold back her orgasm before she let out a shrill gasp

Alex felt such a pride in his chest knowing that in minutes he had her cumming on his face

he quickly stood up and discarded his clothes, throwing them to the back wall.

he wrapped his hand around y/ns throat and crashing his lips into hers.

the kiss was so needy and passionate. nothing y/n had ever felt before.

soon enough he turned her around, chest agains the wall of the shower. he let a hand glide over the curve of her ass before bringing his hand down onto it, leaving a perfect mark against it.

he did it again and again, y/n couldn’t help but squeal at the last one as it was the hardest one.

“and that’s for saving me for last, angel.” he smirked, kissing the back of her shoulder.

soon enough, he slid into y/ns velvet warmth

his groan couldn’t be contained no matter how hard he tried, he had never felt such a feeling against himself before

she moaned as she felt him slide in, inch by inch.

as soon as he bottomed out, she let out a loud moan “oh alex” she sighed, her head falling against the cold shower wall

her skin felt like it was on fire

alex felt the exact same

his hands found her hair, wrapping a makeshift ponytail around his fist and pulling back hard.

her head met his shoulder and he gave her a simple and sweet kiss to the cheek before pounding into her relentlessly

he held himself back from cumming right then and there as her mason slipped out with his name in between a few of them.

he didn’t let up as her moans became more high pitched

knowing she was close he kept his thrusts the same, soon enough he felt her clenching around him.

her whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, her legs began to shake and tremble.

y/n thought they would give out from underneath her, alex took notice of this and put his arms around her hips, holding her up.

his hand found her clit and her moans somehow grew louder

his relentless attack inside of her was beginning to slow and get sloppy

she knew he would cum soon, she wanted him to cum soon. she didn’t know if she could handle another orgasm but sure enough he brought it upon her

he went to pull out but y/n stopped him “cum in me, alex. come on baby boy, cum in me”

that itself sent alex in a tumble, y/n felt his hot ropes painting her walls.

she moaned at the feeling itself and before she knew it, she was cumming again.

how could just him cumming in her, make her orgasm? this orgasm was different too, it was heavy, it was stronger than anyone’s she’s ever had.

“you just squirted” alex laughed

“what? no i didn’t” she stood up and sure enough, beads of water sat on his thickness and pelvic bone (it wasn’t from the water of the shower either)

she gasped

“that’s never, uh, happened before”

“what did i tell you? hmm?” alex grabbed her hips and pulled her into a sweet kiss, which she just melted into.

“you’re right. you’re right” she smiled pushing her forehead against his

“come on let’s actually clean up” he replied grabbing the body wash for them.

they showered together, washing eachothers bodies and hair.

something so intimate that y/n had never experienced before, it was nice.

y/n ended up falling asleep in alex’s room that night with no consequences from the walter parents

to say the least, nights like those lasted for years.

and years.

and years.

until y/n and alex had their own little babies running around on farm land

just the way y/n imagined it would be.

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I don't have a proper gif, but you'll get my point

In the episode "Student Transfer" Melissa comes in the stuff room with a little dancing walk. So I came up with more headcannons that I would love to see in fics! (I've also watched "Shall We Dance," and I'm obsessed with Lisa Ann Walter dancing):

Melissa loves dancing and might attend dancing classes after work to keep fit and active (like instead of a gym)

Melissa and fem!reader could meet on one of those classes or in a club when Melissa was dancing her ass of

Melissa loves spending her evenings at home with fem!reader and a glass of wine dancing some lustful and heated dances in her living room (usually those dances end up in bed wink wink)

Dancing could also be her biggest dream, but she decided to become a teacher, so now fem!reader can somehow try and make her happy with making a romantic atmosphere on her back lawn and dance all night long

[changenameno]

Wild Ride PART 3

(Complete, links to the first and second part, down below)

Summary: You’ve arrived at the wedding, with three rather frustrated guys, what to do? - “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

– Well it’s later now...

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader, Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, size kink, ‘voyeurism’, foursome, vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, praise-kink, lots of manhandling (because they are all brutes), fluffy ending, MDNI

Word count: 3.5 K

A/N: Well what can I say, I just couldn’t torture the guys like that, so they’ll finally get some relieve in this part… It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨ ENJOY !



! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1 or PART 2)

PART 3

The remaining car ride flew by, like nothing. At least for you, satisfied and a little drowsy. The guys on the other hand, couldn’t await the arrival.

Unfortunately for them the traffic had been slow, so you were running a little late.

Meaning there was no time to unpack or go up into the hotel room. Instead you were ushered along, by a nervous looking bridesmaid.

During the ceremony you four stood in the back, because the seats were filled already. Once the first dance of the married couple took place, it was way past noon.

You tried ignoring the heated glares you received from the three gentleman. When you were dancing with Walter, there was suddenly a tap on your shoulder, so you turned around. August’s sly smile greeting you as he held out a hand, “May I have this next dance?”

Knowing he was up to no good, you hesitated but nodded slowly. With more grace than you thought him capable off, August started to glide over the dance-floor, with you secure in his arms. Swaying this way and that. You were nearly a little disappointed when the song ended and he hadn’t made ‘the’ move.

But just before you reached the buffet, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back against a sturdy body, “Suite 222, in fifteen. Don’t be late. Think you kept us waitin’ long enough, Sugar’.”

Shockingly Sy’s raspy voice was enough to get your panties wet again.

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply went around the buffet to the doorway, where August and Walter were waiting. Mouth gaping you watched as the three guys retreated. Walter gave you a last reassuring look over his shoulder then winked teasingly, before he was gone as well.

Good God, what’ve you gotten yourself into?

 

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 Because you didn’t want to wait one more damned second, you went to the front desk after only ten minutes. “Excuse me, erm. Could I get the elevator key to suite 222?”

The bespectacled woman behind the desk, gave you a once over then asked, “Mrs. Walker I presume?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, to prevent the snarky remark from leaving your lips. That annoying mother*cker had dared…

But then a gleeful smile curled your lips upwards, as you thought about Walter’s reaction, when you’d tell him later, what August had done.

Trying to keep your voice as casual as possible you answered,” Yeah that’s me. Mrs. Walker.”

She simply reached inside a drawer and handed you a small golden key, you thanked her and made your way over to the elevator, getting inside.

You had to hand it to August though, he was classy. Just the elevator looked extremely expensive already, with gold and white marble. There was only one button you could press with a small keyhole besides it. Putting the key in and turning it, made the doors glide shut, then you pressed the button and the elevator began to ascend.

 

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The elevator dinged and the doors opened, making your presents known to the three waiting men.

You took a few steps into the spacious room. There to your right, stood Sy. He was only wearing his dress pants, showing off his deliciously muscled and hairy chest. Sparkling blue eyes taking in your every movement, as you slowly stepped out of your heels.

Nearby there were two chairs, deliberately positioned diagonally to a bed. Not just any bed, there behind him was the largest one you’d ever seen, dark wooden frames in stark contrast to the snow white sheets on top.

At first, giddy as you were, you didn’t see the other two entering the suite. As more pressing urges overtook you for a second, sprinting to the bed and jumping backwards onto the soft mattress, bouncing slightly, giggling all the while.

As you sat up, August leaned against a sideboard arms crossed, a soft smile grazing his lips. His white dress shirt unbuttoned.

The mattress dipping, made you look away, to your right. Walter, only clad in his boxer shorts, had sat down next to you, an even softer expression on his face,” You know I love you, right?”

“Of course. By the way, I happen to love you too, you know,” you murmured back, while crawling closer to him. He reached out and easily manoeuvred you to straddle his lap, “Mmmh I know. What I meant is…You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright? You can stop anytime, yeah?”

Thankful for Walter’s reassurance you nodded. “Yeah.” Then added a little louder, meaning to address the whole room, “So, how do you want me?” Biting your lip for good measure.

Sy’s answering growl followed suit, “Ohh fuck, you wanna kill us darlin’?”

You felt warmth soaring through your body when August’s demanding rasp sounded, “Come here.”

To Walter’s disappointment you slid off his lap, then you sauntered over to where August was leaning against the sideboard still. He straightened up as you came to a stop in front of him, towering over you, uncrossing his arms. Immediately jumping at the opportunity presented, you let your fingers touch his toned stomach.

Playfully skimming upwards to his broad shoulders, raising goosebumps as you went along. And then trying to strip him of his dress shirt. As he caught on, to what you were doing, he shrugged his shoulders back and pulled the offending fabric all the way off his body.

You wanted to admire his whole form, so you tried taking a step back, but you only succeeded in colliding with another large, naked chest. Tilting your head back, you were met with sparkling blue eyes once again, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?”

Shuddering, you felt trapped between those two impossibly wide bodies. Like a deer to be devoured by its predators. Though all this accomplished, was that your core tightened and your nipples began poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Body getting even more exited for what was to come.

“You know, I think we should make the dressing situation square. Someone’s terribly overdressed, no?”

Before you could answer, Sy’s huge paws landed on your shoulders, moving smoothly to the sipper of your dress. Pulling it down, exposing you to your lower back. Then he swiftly pulled it open wider and the sleeves down your arms. Your own hands assisting in taking off your dress completely, till it landed at your feet.

Both August and the captain were breathing heavily, eyes caressing every patch of your skin that lay bare. Using their stupefied state, you slipped from between their bodies and darted to your boyfriend on the bed, who had watched everything until now.

Walter pulled you closer, so you were sitting on your knees between his outstretched legs, while he was leaning against the headboard. “Who is overdressed now?”, you purred back August’s previous statement.

Both men shuffled over to the left side of the bed, nearly losing their footing in their hurry to undress. Swallowing thickly, your heart stopped for a second.

Because they had not, as you thought they would, just removed their pants. Oh no, they now stood to your left as naked as the day they were born.

“Fu-ucking hell…”

You didn’t know where to look first. They were both as enormously gifted down there as Walter. And just as achingly hard.

August had a thick vein pulsing, running from his crown all the way down, and you wanted nothing more than to follow it with your tongue. Up and up, until you could get to that pearly drop of precum. Unconsciously liking your lips.

Sy took the initiative and climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, his index finger beckoning you forward and towards him.

 

Though before you complied, you turned in Walter’s arms and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, making him groan into your mouth. It didn’t last very long, only a few moments then you escaped his embrace, again. You’d swear that you felt Walter’s frustrated growl, vibrate through your body, making your cunt pulse in response. Might be that you should stop, poking the bear.

Still you crawled to Sy, mouth salivating. Between his tree-trunk thighs, stood his massive, erect cock against his stomach. Twitching violently when you propped yourself up, on said thighs. Next you leaned up, planting your sweet lips against his.

His big hands gripped your waist, dragging you up his thighs and pressing your panty clad pussy directly to his raging hard-on. Mewling and trembling, you grasped his bearded chin tighter and rolled your hips.

Yet his hands stopped your movement instantly. You pulled your head back, unsure, “Don’t you want?”

“Oh if you knew how much I want. It’s just… I’m gonna blow right now, if you don’t stop. And I wanna do that somewhere else, okay sugar’?”

“O-okay.”

He smirked then let you down gently on the bed, you’d forgotten for a moment that next to you, there was a rather frustrated August awaiting his turn. He leaned onto the bed and grabbed your thighs, effortlessly though roughly pulling you to him. A whimper escaped your lips, at his rugged manhandling of you.

Like a hungry panther he crawled over your body and attacked your neck with bruising kisses. You opened your legs wider, so he could settle between them, searing lips wondering down to your black lacy bra.

Without removing his lips, his hands slithered behind your back, unceremoniously opening your bra then wrenching it off. Sitting up a little August’s dilated pupils landed on the most perfect set of tits he’d ever encountered.

Bending down once more, he whispered against your left nipple, “Breath-taking.” Then he encircled it with his hot tongue, making you bow your back at the sensation. He focused a while on your left side before he switched and gave your right tit the same treatment, only coming up to ask, “I need a real taste. May I, love?”

For a second your head was so foggy from the pleasure that you didn’t understand what he meant. But as soon as his callused hands skated down your stomach to the waistband of your panties, you knew. “Y-yes, please.”

The sinister glint in his sapphires, made you gush some more especially because he added huskily, “Such a good girl, begging already.”

Apparently patience running thin, behind you Walter snarled, sounding more animal than man, “Get on with it. Or do you need help?”

August ignored him, but moved further down, kneeling on the floor pulling you with him, so your legs were on either side of his head. Your panties were gone faster than a speeding bullet.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the man between your legs, because just then Sy and Walter scooted over and knelt by your head. Huge cocks bobbing.

Evidently Walter had removed his boxers some time ago when you weren’t paying attention. Now kneeling behind your head, holding his cock in hand, like a weapon, slowly moving up and down, penetrating gaze fixed on your wet, wet pussy.

The captain wasn’t fairing much better, holding his cock close to your face, though eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. When August’s wide tongue swiped through your folds a loud moan broke free from deep within you, and then three resounding grunts followed yours. He hummed against your centre, making your hips buck up, “Fuck, so wet. And you really do taste fantastic.”

You were only able to mewl in response as his nose brushed your clit and he began tongue fucking you in earnest. Fingers of your left hand digging into something hot, while you jerked in August’s hold. A somewhat anguished voice brought you back to reality, “Sugar’ you better let go, I still need that blood circulation there.”

In your delirium you’d accidently wrapped your hand around Sy’s boner a little too tightly, quickly retracting your hand and gripping the bedspread instead. And not a moment too soon, because August added one of his long fingers, suckling on your nub and you were done for. Your back bowing off the bed and letting out a loud cry as you came in his mouth.

He fingered you through your release, only then withdrawing, liking his lips clean, though his moustache was still shining with your juices.

 

Not even quite recovered from your intense orgasm, strong arms lifted you up, hurriedly positioning you on your hands and knees. The only warning your boyfriend gave you, before sliding his thick length in, being a thundered, “My turn!”

A pathetic whimper left your lips as he continued to push further into you, slick easing his way. “Ahhrg, so fucking tight, my love”, he breathed into your ear, hairy chest pressed onto your back.

The added weight suddenly making your arms give out, but he’d curled his biceps around your chest, preventing you from face-planting into the mattress. With a tilt of his hips, Walter shoved himself in to the hilt, which made you feel incredibly full. Incomprehensible noises leaving you.

 

Walter simply held you against him, letting you adjust to his cock, while whispering praises into your hair. “Such a good, good girl. Yeah that’s it, taking me so well.”

A few minutes passed where your walls finally grew accustomed to the fat rod sparing them open. Taking in a deep breath your eyes fixed onto August, who was still kneeling on the floor, then you glanced to your left at Sy, a wicked idea forming inside your head.

You leaned back into Walter which made him grunt and then you whispered, “I want both of them in my mouth.” He chuckled darkly, purposefully answering loud enough for them to hear, “Pretty sure they want your naughty little mouth on them as well.”

As if he’d put them under his spell, August and Sy were on their feet even before you could begin to feel embarrassed about what Walter had said. Two pairs of lust blown pupils landing on your naked form, moving south and lingering where Walter and you were now conjoined, tight pussy fluttering around his angry cock.

Without leaving your hot cavern, your boyfriend half pushed, half carried you to the edge of the mattress. The movement making you moan softly, aching for him to finally fuck you with intent.

When you didn’t immediately reach for the weeping cocks in front of you, Sy grew impatient and grabbed your hand, putting it around his. Beginning to move it up and down his length, until you found the perfect rhythm. Moan after moan leaving him.

Having such a hunk of a man standing there, falling apart because of you, made you feel incredibly powerful. “Yeah just like that, sugar’. Perfect!���

Walter let go of your upper body enough, so you could lean forward onto your unoccupied hand. Which you did, in reach of your mouth there was now August’s enormous member, standing as upright as ever.

Teasing was no longer an option, therefore you quickly got started with the task at hand, letting your tongue swipe up from his balls, along the delicious looking vein still pulsing rapidly under his skin. Obscenely smacking your lips together, over the swollen mushroom-like tip and tasting the first drops of his salty precum.

Becoming putty in your hands as well, he pressed out, “Fu-fuck, love, that tongue of yours…arrgh… Please don’t stop.”

You weren’t really good with multitasking but for them, you’d give it your best shot. Taking August’s cock in as far as it’d go without choking, while continuing to pump your hand on Sy’s in the same rhythm as before. Their freely flowing moans letting you know that they were enjoying it very much.

But you grew restless. Walter still hadn’t started moving and it made the annoyance and frustration within, flair high. More than just a little eager, you pushed back, hard. Hoping he’d get the hint.

He did. One big hand, held onto your hip, as he pulled out nearly all the way, before slamming back inside, fucking you forward and onto August. Choking and drooling a little, your desperate wails were muffled as August’s cock slipped a considerable bit more, down your throat. “Ahh, do that again, “ his husky voice demanded.

Walter needn’t be told that, he simply established a maddening rhythm right from the get go, the motion pushing you back and forth on their members.

Sy’s hand closed around yours, to ensure it’d stay where he needed it most. The suite was filled with choking sounds, grunts and muffled whimpers.

It didn’t take long, before the captain grunted, “Gonna, gonna come.”

To his surprise you let August slip out, pulled your left hand back and wrapped your mouth around Sy’s twitching, leaking cock. “Fuuuuck! Gonna fill you up…” With one last, long groan he came.

To prevent becoming overstimulated, the captain pulled free from your wanton mouth. You had tried swallowing every last drop, during which Walter relentlessly ploughed your sensitive and weeping pussy like a priced breeding bull.

Nevertheless you nearly succeeded, only a few drops of cum running down your chin, showing Sy your empty mouth on the next mewl Walter pulled from you.

Just three loud whimpers could be heard, before August had stuffed his sizable length back down your throat. “That’s better. Taking me so deep. Almost there…just a little more.” You swallowed around his cockhead, making him lose all inhibitions, snapping his hips forward every time Walter pulled you in the opposite direction.

True to his words, after a few more jerks August spilled his warmth down your throat, at least making the swallowing easier. When he’d softened, he went to sit down on one of the chairs near the bed, Sy already sitting on the other one. Both still mesmerized by the erotic sight in front of them, so they simply continued watching. Enjoying the show.

 

Walter didn’t waste any time, slinging both his beefy arms around you, positioning you upright on his knees, your legs on either side of his, so he could fuck upwards and into your quivering cunt. Bouncing you up and down on his lap, a sudden possessiveness overcame him, so he rasped out, “Who do you belong to?!”

Thoroughly fucked out, you somehow managed a last shout, “Be-belong to…you…WALTER!” Then you came with a violent spasm, pussy gushing around him, juices running down his balls.

He growled, yanking you even closer, coming with one last powerful trust, filling your stomach with even more seed. Beyond exhausted you went completely limp in his embrace, his beard tickling your ear, “You were perfect. Love you so much.”

With closed eyes you replied, addressing the whole room again, “Mmmh so were you.” Adding a, “Love you, too,” just for Walter though. He slowly lifted you off his softening cock, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple and laying you down onto your back with so much care you would have thought you’d be made of glass. When he cuddled into your side, someone asked, “May I?”

Reopening your eyes, there stood August next to the bed looking like a lost puppy, holding out a wet wipe. Before you could answer, your boyfriend took it and slowly began cleaning you between your legs. Making you shiver at the sudden coolness. Once he was finished, Sy stood from his chair and sauntered over, to throw the sullied wipe away.

When he returned, August still stood next to the bed, unsure how to proceed. The captain pulled on his arm and gestured to the pants lying on the floor, meaning to get him to dress. Fortunately you hadn’t dosed off just yet, so you caught the silent gesture.

Parroting back Sy’s previous words, though in a rather wobbly voice, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?” Smiling into your shoulder, Walter added, “This ain’t no hit and run. Come back to bed.”

Feeling out of his depth, August swallowed thickly, “Thought you’d want us to leave?”

You’d never seen them so unsure of themselves, which made them somehow even more endearing than they already were. You simply patted the bed murmuring, “Come you two. There is plenty of space here…”

Finally they made their way over to the huge bed and got in. After a bit of manoeuvring and shuffling around, you were all cuddled together rather comfortably.

Walter being the big spoon hugging you to his chest, August’s biceps acting as your pillow and Sy’s long arm slug over August, his hand resting on your naked hip. Because it was a warm day and you had three furnaces snuggled up to you, there was no need for a blanket, at all.

Completely content you sighed. There was only one thing left to say, cheeky smile curling your lips as you peered at the bewhiskered face in front of you, “Mrs. Walker, huh?”

There was grumbling behind you. Near inaudible because he’d buried his face into your neck, Walter sleepily slurred, “What’s thatmean?”

August had the audacity to look scandalized, swiftly pressing your face further into his biceps to muffle any other comment of yours, as he answered, “Erm, nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Instead of protesting you merely giggled into his arm. Making all three men lovingly smile at the sweet creature within their embrace.

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When Words Aren’t Enough

“There are no such things as stupid questions, only stupid answers,” Sherlock tells Rosie.

“Since when?” John wants to know. “That’s not what you usually say.”

“Well, I obviously meant from our daughter, John. Do keep up!”

The great detective winks at nine-year-old Rosie Watson-Holmes, who’s seated by the kitchen table at Sherlock’s parents.

“Ok. Names and flowers,” the little girl starts. “I have a flower name, just like Granny and my teacher, Lily. I know that boys also can have them, but that’s not common, right? Why?”

She looks expectantly at her Papa, who ponders the questions. Sherlock takes everything Rosie says seriously, and John is still astonished by how patient he is with her.

“That is correct, bumble. It probably has to do with something absurd, like that a flower related name isn’t masculine enough. And most of such names are more related to plants, herbs, and trees than actual flowers. The infamous Narcissus is the only one with a flower name that springs to mind at the moment.”

“I have another question related to flowers too,” Rosie says, having evidently binned the thought of male and female names for now.

“Let’s hear it,” Sherlock coaxes when his parents enter the kitchen from different directions.

Sherlock’s mother comes through the door from the living room, while Sherlock’s father enters from the garden. The latter is cradling a bouquet of violets in his hand, which he hands over to his wife. Violet Holmes looks at her husband with starry eyes and kisses him briefly on the lips.

“Thank you, my love,” she whispers and turns to find a vase to arrange the flowers.

Walter just turns and walks towards the garden door again, and is gone the next second. Before Violet places the vase on the table, she buries her nose in the flowers and inhales deeply.

“He still does that,” Sherlock murmurs, sounding a bit bewildered.

Violet hums in agreement.

“You know he’s not as good with words as you and me, Sherlock. So, when words aren’t enough, or fail him, this is his way of communicating his feelings. It’s quite wonderful,” she says dreamily and starts to make tea.

“That was what I wanted to ask about,” Rosie whispers.

She seems a bit taken aback by the loving encounter. Not that she’s unused to affection between adults. It’s been years since Sherlock and John were embarrassed to kiss in front of Rosie, but her grandparents doing the same thing, seems to have put her off kilter.

“What was?” John prompts when Rosie isn’t forthcoming with her question.

“Oh…um…flowers. I mean, there’s something called the language of flowers, yes?”

“Indeed!” Sherlock beams. “Let’s investigate that. It might come in handy in my work as well.

John shakes his head when the two curly heads lean over John’s laptop to read about roses, violets, daisies, tulips, gardenias, carnations, and zinnias.

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Some weeks later, John comes home from work and finds an absurdly grand bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. Rosie and Sherlock are in the park, so John has the flat to himself for a while. He looks for a card and finds one stuck between two green carnations.

My dearest, John

Words can’t describe what I feel for you, so I have turned to nature for guidance. A thousand kisses if you can decipher the meaning behind every flower.

Yours forever. Sherlock

The card quivers minutely in John’s hand and his eyes fill with tears. He indulges in the sentimentality that fills his body for a few minutes before he hastily retrieves his laptop from the coffee table. There’s no way of knowing how long it’ll be before Sherlock and Rosie return, and John is rather keen on getting the promised number of kisses from his husband.

It doesn’t take as long as he thought to gather the evidence and what John finds make his heart ache with longing and love for the remarkable man that has chosen him as a life companion.

He doesn’t even have to check what the green carnations mean. They are a symbol of homosexuality, closely associated with Oscar Wilde.

Then there are:

Honeysuckle – Bonds of love

Yellow lily – Happy

Myrtle – Love in a marriage

Sunflower(dwarf) – Adoration

Red tulip – Passion

Daisy – Loyal love

White camelia – You’re adorable

Red rose – I love you

Blue salvia – I think of you

Violet – Faithfulness

To John’s glee, Rosie stops at Mrs Hudson when they come home, and John gets to enjoy his prize, willingly delivered by his soppy romantic of a husband.

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match made in heaven | Alex Walter

pairing: Alex Walter x female!reader

show: My life with the Walter boys

warnings: just kissing word count: 2,2k

summary: At your birthday party you get dared to spend 7 minutes in heaven with none other than your best friend Alex.

a/n: A modified review of "Beautiful boy" Thank you @rogueanschel-reads for the woderful idea!

"Come on, even a stranger can sense your attraction for each other, the hidden love that lays beneath your friendship."

Maybe it wasnt the best idea to play truth or dare.

Well, firstly I want to say that I love my friendgroup. Grace, Skylar, his boyfriend Nathan, Kiley and of course, my best friend Alex.

Really, I love these guys. But sometimes they make me want to jump off a cliff, no regretting or turning back.

In moments like this, where I want to spent a good time partying with my friends, because its my 16th birthday, they need to remind me of the he-who-must-not-be-named-topic. That means for outstanders, my non-existent, strictly friendly feelings for my best friend Alex.

The guy, who has absolutely no idea, he's being compared to Voldemort. But for the matter of fact, Harry Potter are my all-time favorite movies and early Voldemort was actually quiet handsome. So, it kinda makes sense. Why? Because Alex has put a spell on me with his smile and his pretty face.

But back to my party.

We are currently in the living room, our knees are touching the legs of the person next to us and someone (Grace) encouraged us to smuggle a few bottles of alcohol to the party, even though we didnt plan to drink.

Now, Skylar had the great idea to embarrass everyone by playing truth or dare, but with a twist. He likes to call it "match made in heaven" or what it actually means, making out in a closet. Something like that, I've never participated in any of these games.

Until now.

As I am the birthday girl, I started the game by choosing truth. But I could really have just voluntarily confessed my feelings for Alex. Because Grace winked at me and I knew at that moment, that the next few minutes meant trouble.

"So, y/n. Describe us your magical boy, that you dream of being able to call your own." I knew it. She could have just asked me what college I wanted to attend or something less embarrassing, but no. She needed to ask me about my type in boys, which obviously is my handsome, brown haired best friend next to me.

As I'm about to hide my head in my hands, I hear the encouraging shouts of the people I call my friends.

"Okay, okay. Let me think for a moment." I couldnt make it that obvious, I liked him. But still, it was worth a try.

"Someone who has an angelic smile, where you just stare at his face and can´t stop looking at him. I-I like brown hair and I dont know, what it is, but hazel eyes, they somehow make my heart beat faster. I mean- he´s attractive, because he is a gentleman. Caring and supportive, someone who listens to my wants and needs, but still continues to be his true self. I can read books with him or we watch movies together and talk about it after. He makes me feel seen, safe. I love him, because he is everything I could ever dream of and more."

When I finish speaking, Grace grins innocent and looks at me with her long eyelashes. "I wonder, who that could be."

My eyes secretly dart to Alex, trying to figure out, if he knows, that I am very obviously describing him. But he just watches the floor, his eyebrows are drawn together and I almost think, he looks annoyed.

"Someone is jealous" I hear Skylar´s voice in my ear.

As the game went on, his behavior kept being slightly off, even though he never said anything about it and continued to smile at me, when we looked at each other.

And then, Alex was asked about his favorite memory, whether it was about being in school, with family or with friends.

Well, he told them about the first time, he introduced me to his favorite book saga, the Lord of the Rings. I never knew, that day was so special for him, but as he described my hilarious reactions and facial features, how he saw my eyes widen with disbelief as he read out the first chapters, I remembered.

When I look back, it really was a wonderful night. We did a sleepover at his house and were talking about watching Harry Potter or The Lord of the Rings. Somehow, we also talked about the books and that I read the seven books about the famous wizard and he the books about the elves and other creatures (don´t judge me for this description). We discussed almost every aspect, but he still convinced me to give his favorite books a try. So we spent the night spread out on his bed, eating sweets and reading the first book. Well, he mostly read it out loud to me, because his pronunciation was definitely much better than mine. It was fun, also because I got to watch him being in his element, so it really was a heartwarming evening.

I smile at the memory, a warm feeling blooms in my chest and when he finishes talking about it, he looks at me fondly. I had to keep myself from wanting to giggle like a little girl, but my inner 13-year old, most definitely did giggle.

Back to the original topic. Next, Grace was dared to wear one of my clothes, Kiley told us about her celebrity crush (Timothee Chalamet, but you didnt hear it from me) and when Alex was asked who he would trust with his secret, if he was spiderman, he mentioned me again. It was sweet and I had planned to tell him, that I would love to be the girl in the chair.

But, as the game went on, my name constantly fell from his lips. He was dared to show one of the most terrible photos of him and revealed to the group, a snapshot from us, wearing unrecognizable Halloween costumes. Funny, but my idea to go as ghosts wasnt that bad.

Nevertheless, he talked about the best gift he had ever received, a pair of cowboy boots, I got him two years ago (Nathan was playfully annoyed that one of his presents werent the best one) and as the game continued, the question, that I tried my best to avoid, was eventually asked.

"You two are always around each other and I've barely seen you apart, like ever. Are you sure, there is nothing going on between you? It seems like it."

Alex and I looked at each other, but then quickly laughed it off. It was what we always did, when someone asked us about our close friendship. None of us really answered and that meant for me, that he neither confirmed or declined having feelings for me. Very confusing and bad for my hoping heart.

So, when our friends are looking at each other now, grinning like they planned something really wicked, I know, that my personal hell is waiting for me. Or in my situation, a modified version of heaven.

"Y/n, I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with just your best friend Alex." Grace is smiling in front of me and when I want to debate about it, she cuts me off.

"But I havent said I would take dare-" my words are going silent and I only hear my pounding heart.

"You always choose truth, that´s boring. You get the dare now, so stand up and cuddle with your wizard!"

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Alex holds his hands out for me, so he can help me stand up. He silently looks at me and I try to assure him by smiling, but I think I´m failing at it. Because he looks as unnerved as I feel right now.

When we walk out of the room and into the small storage room, we hear Skylar´s distance shouting.

"No lights and close the door! That are the rules, we set the timer!"

Why was I friends with them again?

When we approach the room, unlocking the door and stepping inside, we are suddenly surrounded by darkness. And when he closes my only way to escape, its quiet for a moment. Then, I hear is curious voice.

"What did Grace mean about your wizard?"

I relax and gently laugh. Nothing has to happen, everything is fine.

"That you are as bad at keeping secrets than Draco. Harry really found out on the first day in 6th grade, that something was clearly up with him."

Alex groans. "Please no more talking about your Drarry shipping. I get it, it could have been an enemies-to-lovers romance."

I smack his arm, taking a step closer to him.

"Okay, what would you like to talk about instead?"

I can make out the outlines of his face in the darkness, seeing how he also takes a step closer. I feel myself breathing heavily and my hands nervously shaking.

"I think, that I should keep you warm, because I literally see your hands shaking." When he takes another step in my direction, I hold my breath and in the same second, I feel his arms wrap around me.

His hands find their way to my back, embracing me in his warmth until I feel him breathing on my neck. I need to stop myself from shivering at this feeling.

"I can work with that." I whisper, snuggling into his chest and closing my eyes. I hear his racing heart and immediately need to smile.

"Your heart is beating very fast." His chin rests on my head, I feel him holding me closer.

"It´s the darkness." Of course, it is.

When I also close my arms around his waist, I feel for the first time a kind of inner peace, that I read about in books.

When a character feels safe in the embrace of their beloved.

Silence surrounds us for a minute and I begin to thank Grace for her dare, because him holding me in his arms und me, hugging him, is much more than wonderful.

"When you call me a wizard, do I get to call you a witch?" I burst out a laughter at his question.

"Only if you won´t compare me to Umbridge." He nods quietly.

"You are as far away from being like Umbridge as the earth is away from the moon. So, you don´t have to worry."

"Good." We are silent again.

"So, have you ever thought about what you would do, if you would get to spent time with a person, when you have seven minutes in heaven?" I think for a few seconds, before I answer him.

"I always imaged this game as a way to confess feelings or solving a fight. Maybe a hidden chance to make out too, I guess."

I hear him taking a deep breath, not expecting much. Until-

"Can I kiss you?" My knees almost give out.

"You what-?" I turn to look at him. Noticing his widen pupils.

"I mean, would you, um, want to kiss. Like, me. Now. Not that you need to, but you sounded like you would want that experience, so-" he tries to hold a stable voice, but I can sense, that he's slowly freaking out.

"Alex. You just asked me, if we should kiss."

I can´t believe it.

"...yes?" He sounds so sincere.

"Why?" I ask, while continue to look at him, feeling every centimeter that divides our lips from touching.

"Like I said, I don´t want you to miss out on anything."

Silence.

"Okay and maybe I just wanted an excuse to kiss you, before that dream boy of yours does."

I lean forward, watching as his eyes keep looking at my lips, even though he tries to hold the eye contact.

I slowly raise my hand and place it on the back of his neck, caressing the dark hair and twirling a few strands.

"Are you jealous, pretty boy?" I feel his cheeks getting warm, seeing the effect my words have on him.

His hands hold me tighter and a startled expression is shown on his face.

"What? Me, jealous? No." I raise my eyebrows at him.

He signs. "Maybe. I dont like the thought of someone else with you." His thumb brushes over my lips.

"Kissing you, touching you. It just doesnt feel right, that someone else would do that."

"You mean, someone who isnt you?" I look at his lips and he hums quietly. His hand slowly wanders to my chin and directs my head closer to him, I can feel his breath on my skin.

"We don´t have to do it-" I begin to talk, but then again, when he speaks up, his voice sounds out of breath, like he's holding himself back.

"No, it´s just one...little...kiss" his voice becomes quieter, the less distance there is between our faces.

And with one, last look, he catches my lips in a slow kiss. Keeping me close to him, by holding onto my waist. His hands find their way to my cheeks, caressing them with his fingers and I feel my heart pounding as prominent against my chest as feel him kissing me.

I don't notice, that he's directing me back until I gently hit the wall, while his hands slowly explore my sides. My hands tangle in his hair, tugging him closer, so I can feel everything of him.

And in that moment, I understand the name of the game. Because this truly feels like heaven.

When I notice, that I can´t breath anymore (but who needs oxygen when you can have Alex Walter), we gently break apart. Still holding onto each other.

And as soon as we catch our breath, both of us are smiling at each other and we share our feelings without a word.

"That was-" he doesnt get to finish his sentence, because in a blink of an eye, the door opens and brightness consumes us.

We quickly break apart, but apparently too late, because Grace´s voice is the first one to tease us.

"Right, you are just friends."

You can imagine, what the entire evening after that was like...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

just a girl 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as possible cheating, low self-esteem, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you move in with your sister when your luck turns for the worst.

Characters: Walter Marshall, possible Andy Barber

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

You wash away the tang of the barbeque sauce with the wine. In your nervousness, you lost track of how much you’ve drank. Even as you eat, with nothing much to say, he watches you. Walter’s intensity is as roiling as the waves that rippled off the grill. 

He’s on his second can of beer but hardly seems affected. You think it’s not as strong as wine. You look at your glass and the last mouthful. 

“Don’t wanna waste it,” he leans forward and winks. 

“Oh, uh,” you gulp then put the crystal to your lips. You force yourself to swallow the last little bit. 

He stands, causing you to wince. He chuckles as he grabs the wine bottle and uncaps it. You watch him with wide eyes. 

“You’re so jumpy, relax,” he purrs as he fills your glass again. You watch the blush liquid with dread. “That lawyer idiot’s got you on edge.” 

“It isn’t...” you chew your lip and look away, “I think I’ve had enough.” 

“Bah, we’re just getting started,” he winks and plunks the bottle back down, “I’m gonna grab another beer.” 

“Right,” you agree without further protests. 

You sit back and pout into the glass. You want to go but he’s completely correct. Andy has you all twisted up and out of sorts. You can’t go back there. Not yet. You’re stuck here. Walter is every bit as intense as your brother-in-law just in a very different way.  

You stare up at the sky. It’s getting dark. You really don’t want to walk home drunk and you can feel your eyes getting foggy. You feel a bit jittery but that could just be the usual. Unthinkingly, you take a swig to soothe yourself. You see how it can be so dangerous to drink. 

The screen door snaps again and Walter reappears. Your eyes round and flick back up to the sky as you see him. Oh. 

He wears only a pair of short grey-blue swim trunks, thought they look more like boxers. They’re short enough that the muscles of his thighs are on displayed in thick cords and the hair along them stands stark against his skin. He is thick all over. The peek of the dark hair the trails from chest to pelvis stains your mind. Don’t think about that. 

You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand. 

“Come on, let’s have some fun. You know, the hot tub is actually a great way to cool off,” he cracks the tab on the can in his hand, “or spice things up. Whatever you want.” 

You turn the stemmed glass and fidget, “I’m good.” 

“Don’t make me drag you,” he kids. “You ever have fun or do you just sit in the dark and listen to grunge?” 

Your eyes dart up to him as hurt creases around your lips. He sounds like Andy. He thinks you’re pathetic too. 

“Look,” he lets out a long breath, “I’m pulling your chain, tryna loosin’ you up. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just... you could use a hot soak. I can see the tension in your shoulders. They’re almost touching your ears.” 

You drop your shoulders decisively. He’s not lying. You’re so rigid, you’re quivering. It might be nice if you were alone. 

“Well, you get that wine down and come join me when you’re ready.” He nears and you shy away. He taps the side of his can against your glass, “cheers.” 

He takes another dip gulp and turns away. He strides off, tramping down the steps, as you watch the muscles in his back. If he wanted to put you in the tub himself, you’re certain he could. You’re a guest and you don’t want to be rude. Even to him. 

You blow out between your lips and tamp down the last of your worry. If you clench your jaw any tighter, your teeth might just break. You’re tired of the stress, of the tension, of the constant self-hatred. If the wine can make you forget all that, it can’t be that bad. 

You nearly gag as you choke down the rose. You hold back a belch and stand, finding yourself off-balance as you get to your feet. You shake your head and grab the bottle of wine. You leave the glass on the table. 

You come down the steps as Walter sighs and leans his head back, his arms stretched around the side of the hot tub. His eyes are closed as he basks in the cooling air. You walk as the wine sloshes noisily in the glass. You see his can sticking out of a cup holder built into the trim. You find another and plunk the wine into it. 

You back up and stare at the tub, contemplating. You look down then up again. His eyes are open as he reaches for his beer and watches you. You tap your fingers against your thighs. 

“Well?” He raises his brows. 

“Um,” you swallow. 

You turn away so you don’t have to look at him. You’re really going to do this. It’s no different than a swim suit, right? You pull of your tee shirt and reveal your cotton bra. You fold it up and leave it on the folding table near the tub. You take your time untying your converse and peeling off your socks. 

You stand again and undo your thigh, the noise of the jets droning in your ears. You push your pants down and hear a low noise. You step out of the denim and face Walter as he tilts his head, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. 

“Looking good,” he purrs. 

You cross your arms over your stomach and put your head down. You approach the edge of the tub and quickly climb over the side. You ease in opposite him and he clucks. He shifts to claim the seat next to you. You turn your attention to the sky. 

“Don’t gotta be shy,” he reaches past you, leaning close, and grabs the wine, “come on.” 

You eye the bottle and take it from him. You drink from the long neck and pop your lips off. You twist up your mouth and put it back. The heat is not helping. You vision is ringed and fuzzy and your body feels loose. 

“You good?” He rubs your shoulder, his hand hotter than the water. You blink and look over at his touch. 

“Think so,” you choke out. 

“Mm,” his thumb rubs circles into your skin, “you really are built nicely.” 

“Um,” you close your eyes and steady yourself, “thanks... I guess...” you remember the smell of wood chips and feel hands around your hips, the saw buzzes loudly. Your eyes snap open as he tickles along your neck, “I don’t feel too good.” 

“Gotta let the wine settle,” he purrs and leans down to kiss your shoulder as his hand creeps up the back of your neck. “You’re good.” 

“Uh huh,” your eyes roll in your head as your skin speckles with hot and cold. His beard tickles along your collar bone as his curls brush your face, “what--” 

He grips your neck and buries his face in your chest. You gasp and jolt in the water but find your limbs heavily and clumsy. You press your hands to the plastic grooves to keep from slipping as he brings his other hand up to cup one side of your chest. 

“Walter?” You croak. 

“Mmm, it’s alright, baby,” he speaks against your skin, “I’ll treat you right,” he hooks his fingers under the band of your bra, tugging until one side of your chest falls free, “you just relax.”