#and ‘the bite is a gift. we’re brothers now’

[nickssidewitch]

Chris’s Dilemma

Chris Sturniolo has a little crush on one of his YouTube peers Layla, whom he’d only met once before. But what will happen when they finally meet once again to film an episode of the Cut The Cameras podcast?

Warning: SMUT, Sneaky sex, Dom!Chris x Sub!OC (named Layla), p in v, Oral (Male-Receiving), Dry-Humping/Grinding, Doggystyle, Missionary

(if you read this part already, please read Part 2 here)

***

“Get your hand off the fucking napkin holder, Chris,” Nick demanded as he grabbed the object out of his brother’s hands. He placed it onto the table next to him, now further from Chris’s reach. “What are we, kindergarteners?”

Chris stretched his body over his other brother Matt in some way to pick up the napkin holder again, but Matt shoved him from his body, causing Chris to sit back into his seat and cross his arms. He pouted comically, but neither Matt nor Nick were amused.

“Stop being annoying,” Nick said as he glared at Chris. They were all at a pizza shop which was pretty packed, and he didn’t want his pizza experience to be ruined by his pestering brother.

“He’s gonna make us get kicked out or something,” Matt added nonchalantly, taking a sip of his own Pepsi afterwards. “I don’t know why you can’t just sit down and relax for two minutes.”

“I can relax for two minutes,” he shifted his body to Matt and fixed his posture, “Three even.”

“Okay, well why don’t you?” Before Chris could protest, Matt continued, “Starting now.”

Nick smirked. “As if Chris could stay still for 30 seconds. Remember how he acted at Larri’s birthday party?”

Matt nodded and said, “Mind you, we were sober, but you acted like you were wasted off of six shots of tequila.”

“Okay, is it ‘Bash Chris Day’ or something? I can’t have a little fun?” Chris responded, rolling his eyes and still feigning a pout onto his lips childishly.

But Matt simply sighed. “Not at our expense, no.”

Nick scrolled through his phone for a bit before he exclaimed, “Ugh, she’s so pretty. I love her fit here,” he said as he pointed at his screen to the picture of one of her outfits.

Chris wiped his mouth and took a glimpse at Nick’s phone, but he was unable to see who Nick was referring to. “Who?”

Nick turned his phone to show his brothers the Instagram picture.

Matt’s eyes focused on the picture for a second before recognizing the familiar face. “Oh, Layla? Yeah. Aw, is that her kitty?”

“Layla?” Chris' eyes widened a bit before he sipped his drink. “We met her at Larri’s party, right?”

Matt nodded. “She’s so cool. And guess what?”

There was a pause that silenced the space before Chris furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t like when you do that shit.”

Matt looked around confused. “What?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Fucking say ‘guess what?’ and pause for an answer like we’re in a fucking episode of Dora The Explorer. Just say what you wanna say.” He took a bite of his pizza as he finished his statement, and Nick could be heard chuckling from across the table.

Matt rolled his own eyes before biting his slice. “Anyways” he moved swiftly on, “Layla DMed me the day after the party and said she plays Pokemon Go!, so she added me as a friend. She sent me a Gift and-”

“I deadass do not give a fuck about your game, bro.” He paused to take a sip of his drink. “But it’s cool that you guys hung out a little.”

Nick’s eyes looked over at Chris, and he noticed the hint of scarlet painted on his cheeks. He never said a word though, as not to make Chris feel pressured to say how he felt in front of the two of them. He knew how Chris was when it came to girls that he liked. He didn’t want Chris to run away from someone again. So, he pocketed any questions he had about the way Chris felt about Layla to bring up for another time privately.

Instead, Nick started a new conversation. “Guys, you know how we haven’t had a guest on the podcast in a while?” The other boys nodded. “Well, I have a few options of who we could ask. I mean, I hate asking people, but at least these people are our friends. So, if they say no, we don’t have to feel awkward about it.”

Chris nodded his head. “True.”

Nick looked down at his phone and started to swipe, searching through his Notes app to bring up his list of potential guests. “Okay, so we have Vinnie Hacker first. We met him earlier this year and he seemed pretty cool.”

Matt chuckled under his breath. “The internet would fucking freak if he did a video with us.”

Chris sipped his Pepsi and smirked. “Just imagine the 4 Italian Stallions of the internet collabing. Wild.” His smirk began to shift to a big smile, but he noticed the two pairs of judging eyes coming from his brothers.

“Please don’t call us ‘Italian Stallions’ ever again in your life,” Nick said as he sighed. He began to go through his options again, listing a couple more influencers and a few singers and rappers that they had known until Nick finally landed onto Layla’s name. “Aaand since we brought her up before, maybe Layla. She DMed me saying that if we ever wanted to collaborate, she would be up for it. And she seems like such a sweet girl. Very opinionated, which is a plus.”

“Of course that’s a plus for you,” Matt interrupted Nick.

Nick sucked his teeth. “Okay, whatever that means. Should I text her back and ask if she’s willing to join us for this week’s pod?”

The other brothers gave each other a look before nodding in agreement. She was a Youtuber just like them. Her content was relatively similar in terms of doing random vlogs and videos with her family and friends, with the addition of makeup tutorials, fashion hauls, and other things. She would be a perfect fit.

Nick smiled. “Okay! I’ll text her right now!”, he stated and got straight to texting Layla.

“I hope she says yes,” Matt said. “Who knows? Maybe we can become friends.”

“Yeah,” Chris replied a bit dully. “Maybe.”

He hoped.

***

The boys got home later that evening and went into their respective rooms. Matt played Fortnite, Nick decided to do some editing for their next Youtube video and some computer storage cleaning, and Chris… Well, he was pacing back and forth in his room. Why was he doing this? He was thinking about Layla.

As said before, he and his brothers met Layla at Larri’s party a few weeks ago. Larri was the one who pulled her over to them, giving them her introduction in her place. She looked over at Chris, giving him the prettiest, yet shyest smile. She hugged each of his brothers, and for some reason, the hug between the two of them seemed longer than theirs. He wondered if she had done that on purpose.

Their conversation was a pretty decent one. Very normal. Flowed smoothly. Something that Chris didn’t really expect from influencers in LA. Usually, everyone in LA is trying to outdo everyone else around them, asking them things about their lives that they could probably use as ammunition later on if their “friendships” were in peril. He hated that shit so much.

But with Layla, she just felt genuine. She seemed like she wasn’t the type of person to put herself on a pedestal. She just seemed normal. That night at the party, she talked to them about normal things like what she liked to do in her spare time and that she wasn’t necessarily a party person anyway. Chris learned she was a few years older than him, was from North Carolina (thank God, another East-Coaster, he thought to himself, relieved), had some siblings, and had a black and white cat named Knight. He remembers her pretty-sounding, delicate voice telling her, “I would let you meet him one day,” ending her statement with the cutest, shyest chuckle.

And Layla was fucking gorgeous, too. Her deep brown eyes were warm and inviting. He couldn’t stop looking into them the night they met. She had the cutest little button nose, pretty lips, and a great sense of style that he honestly envied.

She was just so perfect. He didn’t know much about her personally yet, but he was absolutely ready to learn more.

Actually, was he ready? If he was actually ready, he wouldn’t be pacing back and forth in his room the way he was now. His heart wouldn’t be pounding the way it was now. He wouldn’t be trying to script what to say to her in his head right now. Fuck…

***

There was a knock on Nick’s bedroom door.

Nick took his headphones off and rested them around his neck. “Yes?”

“Hey,” Chris said to Nick as he slowly creaked the door open. “I just,” he sighed and shook his head to ease himself a bit, “I can’t sleep.”

Nick’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he didn’t question Chris any further. “You can come sleep with me,” he suggested, noticing the anxiety in his brother’s face as Chris opened his bedroom door. They had slept in the same room before, so this wasn’t any weird to him. He shuffled to one side of his bed to make room for Chris, clearing off anything on that side and placing it on his nightstand. “What’s wrong?”

Chris sighed. “I don’t know. I know I’m a bit anxious, I just don’t know what’s making me feel that way.” He couldn’t look up at Nick; something made him feel too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

Nick looked over at Chris with a concerned expression. “Did something happen? Did someone say something to you?”

Chris shook his head and sighed.

“Good, because I would’ve kicked their ass.” He thought for a moment before continuing. “Is there something coming up that you’re nervous about?”

His brother seemed to jump at the last question, as if he was caught red-handed. “Well, kinda-sorta.” Chris brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, a sort of self-soothing gesture.

“Kinda-sorta?” Nick chuckled. “What is it? The meeting with Laura tomorrow morning?”

“No…” Chris’s face hid in his knees. “The other thing tomorrow…”

Nick sat for a moment to think before suddenly remembering recording a podcast episode with Layla on that day. “The podcast episode with Layla?”

Chris nodded, still hiding his face. “Mhm.”

“What? Why?” Before Chris even responded, Nick’s memories suddenly flashed back to the time at the pizza shop. Chris seemed so smitten by her being brought up. The way his face reddened, the way he tried to seem not as interested as he actually was- it all made sense. And now was the time he could ask him about it.

“Chris…” He threw one of his arms around Chris’s upper back and placed the hand onto his shoulder, “I feel like I know why you’re so nervous about that.”

Chris’s head jolted from between his knees, and he brought his eyes to look into Nick’s, his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. “Yeah, I like her. A lot. Which is weird because I’ve only met her once. But, I don’t even know how to express that. Do I even like her?”

Nick rubbed Chris’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re good. I understand what you’re saying.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Chris said, sighing as he leaned into Nick’s body.

“No, I’m not.” Nick paused. “Well, kinda? But, that doesn’t mean what you’re feeling is invalid.”

Chris didn’t respond.

Nick continued, “Listen, you liking her after meeting her in-person once isn’t a bad or weird thing. It’s just the way you feel, which is valid and genuine. I personally wouldn’t say you’re ‘in love’ with her yet. It’s a crush. But, you just need to talk to her to get to know her more. Maybe that will help you assess your feelings better.”

“But, how?” Chris silently yelled, throwing his arms down onto the mattress in frustration. “I can’t just walk up to her tomorrow and be like, ‘Hey, I think I like you, but I don’t really know yet. Can I please get to know you so that I can get back to you with updates later?’”

An imaginary lightbulb went off in Nick’s head. “I have an idea.”

Chris sighed. “Like what?”

Nick became giddy over the plan he had and immediately went into details. “Okay, so she’s coming over tomorrow. How about I find some way to make you guys spend time together? Alone. Without me and Matt.”

Chris looked at Nick puzzled. “How would that happen? Wouldn’t that be awkward?”

“Not if the excuse is reasonable!” Nick grinned.

Chris chuckled. “And what’s the excuse you have in mind?”

Nick scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously as he processed Chris’s question. “I… uh… haven’t come up with one yet. But, when it does come up, trust me, it will be great!”

“Y’know what, Nick?” Chris smirked. That’s not that dumb of an idea.”

Nick smiled back. “I would prefer a ‘Nick, you’re such a mastermind’, but I guess this suffices.”

“Suffices?”

Nick’s smile immediately dropped and he rolled his eyes. “Ugh, just go to bed.”

“You’re not gonna cuddle with me?” Chris asked, pouting and making grabby-hands like a child that needed physical affection from their parents.

“What is up with you and pouting lately? And no, I’m doing something on my computer. You’ll be okay.”

Chris sighed and turned to face the other side of the room. He curled himself into a comfortable position, and managed to fall asleep soundly. That talk with Nick definitely calmed him down a bit.

Nick looked over to his brother and smiled, rubbing Chris’s back as he felt him sleep soundly. Fuck, I gotta think of the plan…, he thought.

***

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The sound of Layla’s alarm went off, and Layla awakened from her deep sleep, her hand reaching out to turn it off. Today was the day of her collaboration with the triplets, and she was not wasting any time to put herself together.

She quickly did her morning routine, using the best-looking products she had and wore her best makeup. She went to her closet and pulled out her best outfit. Her cat Knight walked over to his bag of food, as he usually did in the morning, which Layla knew was his signal to feed him. As soon as she walked over, he meowed and stared at her as she poured his food into his bowl. She looked down at him and the smile on her face went away as she realized she would have to be away from him for the day.

Layla lived alone after moving from South Carolina to LA, and usually she would have one of her LA friends watch him. Unfortunately, they were all pretty busy, so she didn’t have anyone. So, she thought of an idea. “Hey, Knighty. You wanna come with mommy to work?”

Knight looked up at her and meowed.

Layla pulled out her phone and facetimed Nick. After a few rings, he picked up the phone with a smile on his face. She could hear rustling and the clanging of metal in the background from Nick’s side.

“Oh, sorry about the noise. The washing machine is broken so we’re trying to fix it- Chris, no, don’t hammer the fucking outlet, are you dumb?!”

“It’s coming out of the wall!” Chris could be heard responding in the background.

“No, put the fucking hammer down!!” Nick could be seen leaving the frame of his camera, followed by a small slapping sound, which Layla could assume that he slapped Chris. “We don’t even need a hammer!”

Layla chuckled before Nick came back on frame. “Sorry about that, Layla. Chris was being a complete idiot,” he visibly rolled his eyes, “So what’s up?”

“Okay, so I have a bit of a problem…”

Nick’s eyes widened a bit. “Uh-oh, what’s wrong?”

“So I don’t have anyone to watch my cat, and I don’t wanna leave him alone. So…”

“OH MY GOD!” Matt’s face popped up on screen over Nick’s shoulder. “Please bring him over! I wanna meet him so bad… Please?”

His slightly whiny tone of voice amused Layla. “Only if all of you are fine with it. I don’t just wanna bring some random animal at your ho-”

“Please… I swear Chris is fine with it, right Chris?” He paused to look away from the camera, presumably to look at Chris for a response, then turned back to face the screen, “Yep, he’s okay with it! And I know Nick is, too.” Matt looked down at Nick, rubbing his shoulder slightly forcefully in a way to persuade him.

Nick swatted Matt’s hand from his shoulder. “Yes, you can bring him over. You didn’t have to ask, but thanks for doing it anyway. Some people would have a pet snake and just bring it over without asking like a weirdo.” He smiled at the screen.

Layla smiled back, “Thank you, guys. I'll be seeing you later!”

Then there was a loud thud. “Matt…” Nick’s eyes glared off-camera. “Anyways, see ya later, Layla!” He smiled and waved until the call ended.

Layla went on the rest of the morning thinking about what would happen later. She was so excited to see the boys again and get to know them. Especially Chris.

She first watched the brothers last year when she came across a compilation of their funny moments on Tiktok. They were so funny, and she could relate to them with so many opinions and ideas.

When she met the brothers for the first time at Larri’s party, they were so nice to her and had such a great vibe. But Chris was unique. He immediately stood out to her. His energy, his charisma, his pretty face, his smile, his style- they all made her melt. He even smelled so fucking good, despite the “stinky” jokes that his brothers teased him about all the time. She couldn’t wait to smell him again.

***

Layla finally made it to the boys’ house, and she texted them of her arrival. She stepped out of the Uber with Knight’s crate in her hand, and walked down their yard, where she finally saw Nick standing outside waiting for her. He smiled so brightly and immediately extended his arms for a hug.

“Oh my god, hey!!” He said as he hugged her. “How are you? You look great, by the way!”

Layla smiled. “Thank you so much! You look good too!” She replied. “I’ve been alright, work’s just been taking up some of my free time. But otherwise, things have been fine.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I know you edit all your videos, and I definitely know how exhausting that is. Unfortunately, those two don’t know how to fuckin’ edit”, he rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of his brothers before continuing, “And you’ve been traveling a lot too, so that’s double exhausting.” He chuckled, making her let out a small giggle in tandem. “Well, I won’t keep you standing outside in this heat for any longer.”

Standing like a proud magician introducing his opening act as he opened the house’s door, Nick exclaimed with the widest grin on his face, “And welcome to our humble abode!”

Layla put Knight’s cage down and looked up at the sight. It had a modern look to it, a monochrome color scheme, and little things of the boys’ that scattered in the living room and on the kitchen island. Their home was sweet and simple, but the real charm was the fact that she instantly felt safe there. Something about it, whether it was the smell of clean linen with a hint of cologne, or the little items that you could figure out which belonged to which sibling, or if it was the simple fact that it was owned by these three well-mannered men, Layla just instantly felt safe. And she could tell that her cat felt this same security as well, as he had made a straight B-line to their couch as soon as she opened his cage, laying on one of the throw pillows and getting himself comfortable as if he were at his own home.

It was something about Layla’s presence that made Chris feel safe as well. He didn’t know her for a long time, of course. It was weird, but it just felt normal. She felt normal. She wasn’t some crazy obsessed fan who knew his every move, how many pairs of shoes he owned, or what his favorite Lil Skies song was. She was just a normal girl who happened to do a similar job to him. A normal girl with the most beautiful face that he wished he could stare at for a very long time. Was he the weirdo? Maybe.

“Hey Layla!” Matt said as he walked down the stairs, Chris following right behind him.

Chris smiled slightly, nervousness creeping up his spine as he inched closer to Layla and Nick.

“Hey, guys!” Layla walked up to Matt as he walked into the living room and they shared a quick hug. “How’ve you been, Matt?”

Matt smiled. “Everything’s fine with me…” He started to look around as if he were looking for something.

“Knight’s over there, Matt,” Nick said with a deadpan tone, pointing towards the couch. It was quite comedic for Layla to see Matt be interested in the cat more than anything else in that moment.

Matt’s eyes widened as well as his smile as he walked straight towards the couch and sat down beside the cat. He put his hand in front of Knight’s nose to allow him to get used to his scent. After a couple of sniffs, Knight nuzzled Matt’s hand and climbed onto his lap, getting right back to sleep as Matt stroked his fur.

Layla smiled at the sight. “Aw, that’s too cute! I’ll have to take a photo!”

Nick replied, “I’ll take one and send it to you.”

“Thank you!” Layla responded before turning to face Chris, who stood awkwardly as if he were caught doing something naughty.

And to some extent, he was doing something naughty. He stared at her the entire time through Matt and Knight’s wholesome interaction. He loved seeing how heartfelt she was at the sight. Her eyes smiled alongside her beautiful lips. When she turned back around to face him, he shot his face down towards the ground feeling guilty, hence the awkward pose.

Layla walked up to Chris with extended arms and hugged him tightly, their embrace lasting longer than the ones she shared with Nick and Matt, and quite similar to the hugs they shared at Larri’s party.

Nick watched Chris and Layla’s hug, a smile hidden between his lips. He didn’t want to make it obvious how much he knew of Chris’s feelings for her. It would ruin his whole plan of getting them together in the first place.

“How’ve you been, Layla?” Chris asked, his voice having a bit of a flirty tone that he hoped she didn’t pick up on.

Layla did pick up on it. She thought it was sexy since the first time she watched him in videos, and thought it was even sexier in person. She replied to his question the same way she replied to Nick’s earlier, but reciprocated a tinge of the same flirtatiousness underneath. “I’ve been good. Kinda tired because of work, but overall I’m okay.”

Chris smirked warmly. “That’s good. Glad to see you again.”

Layla nodded and gulped at the sight of his smirk- it was hot. “Y-you, too.”

After this, Nick and Layla walked around the living room and kitchen area, having a mini chat and a tiny tour of the areas, while Matt and Chris walked upstairs to the podcast room. They made sure the room was spick-and-span for their guest beforehand, but they just wanted to do a little check-up of their set-up before the podcast session officially started.

“She seems so sweet. I’m glad she said yes to this.” Matt wiped down the table with a disinfecting towel, smiling to himself as he thought of how well the day would go.

Chris distractedly responded. “Yeah…”

Matt picked up on Chris’s distracted tone and looked over at him. He noticed the concerning nervous look on his face. “You alright, Chris?”

“Yeah,” he answered a bit irritated, “I’m good, Matt.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “I was just askin’. Get the stick outta your ass.”

Chris sighed. “Sorry, I’m just focusing right now.”

“Focusing on… dusting?”

Chris looked down at the duster in his hand and rolled his eyes as he put it down. “No,” he paused for a moment to think of a better excuse than admitting his crush on Layla, “I’m focusing on the podcast questions we’re gonna ask Layla.” Perfect.

Matt chuckled, “Well that’s a first. You never think of the questions.”

“Well, maybe I’m growing,” Chris said with a smile at the end. He felt bad to lie to Matt, but with Nick knowing of his secret, telling Matt would feel like too much.

“Ooookay?” Matt reacted confused, but went along with it as they continued to prepare the room.

***

Throughout the filming of the episode, Layla could feel Chris’s gaze on her, like the heat of a fire warming against her skin. Everytime she looked over at him, his blue eyes, piercing yet soft, would be directed towards her. All of her answers to his questions as well as his brothers’ weren’t left unanswered. She could feel that he was actually interested in whatever she had to say.

And he was truly intrigued by the conversations they were having, never missing a beat to interject on a topic that he felt passionate about. That’s what Layla loved about him: his passion. She loved how hype he would get whenever they spoke on things he enjoyed like music, food, and their childhoods. His body would shift and jolt in a way that really portrayed how excited he was about those topics, and Layla was elated to see it.

However, Chris did notice that whenever he was the one to speak to Layla, whether it was asking her questions or interjecting his own opinions that he had hoped she picked up on, Layla would stumble on her words. He didn’t think it was any sort of nervousness, and definitely did not suspect the stuttering to be caused by her being frustrated with some sort of crush on him that he didn’t know about (although that absolutely was the reason why she stuttered). But he thought her stammering, especially in their interactions, was adorable regardless and didn’t mind it.

The four of them went on to discuss their favorite places and pastimes in their hometowns, how it compared to LA life, and interjecting some funny (more so embarrassing) moments from their lives in the conversations. The boys asked questions about Layla’s influencer career and how her life’s journey had been to this point as well as her plans for the future. It wasn’t a bad video at all.

***

The podcast finally ended. Nick rose from his seat, taking a couple of stretches before finally standing to put his sneakers back on. Matt followed in suit, holding his cup in his hand, making sure not to spill the contents of it as he picked up his sweater from beside him. Chris noticed his brothers gathering their contents and his eyebrow rose. “Where are you two going?”

Matt zipped his hoodie up and dug his empty in his pocket searching for his keys. “Nick texted me during the pod and said that he wanted to go to Chick-Fil-A for some food.”

“I got the munchies,” Nick inserted.

Layla stood up from her seat and grabbed her purse. “Oh, okay, I’ll follow you guys, if that’s okay. I’m kind of hungry-”

Nick quickly looked over at Layla and suggested, “No, no, no! You can stay here!” He noticed the anxiousness of his voice and quickly cleared his throat before continuing, “Me and Matt will get the food. You’re our guest, right?”

Layla nodded, albeit a bit confused by the suggestion.

Nick smiled. “Yeah, soooo,” elongating the “so” for emphasis, “you can stay here! Chris will take care of you. Right, Chris?”

Chris’s cheeks became a sharp shade of red after processing what his brother had said. Take care of her? What the fuck was Nick saying? Noticing everyone’s eyes on him as he was stunned by Nick’s words, Chris cleared his throat and replied, “Yeah, Layla. I’ll stay here with you.”

Layla was just as stunned by what was happening- moreso, what was about to happen. She was going to be left alone. With Chris. The guy she’d been thinking about since she first met him. No, she was thinking about him since she first came across his content. And now they’re alone. Together. In his house. And he looks good. And smells good. And-

The sound of the door squeaking open interrupted her thoughts. “‘Kay, guys, see ya later! Don’t freak Layla out too much, Chris,” Nick said.

“Shut up!” Chris snapped back at his brother jokingly, watching him and Matt leave before hearing the door shut.

It was just the two of them now. Chris and Layla.Together. Alone.

And yet, silence.

Until Chris said, “Hey.”

Layla smiled. “Hey.”

They were still sitting across from each other still in the podcast room, so there was no way for them not to notice each other’s presence.

Chris didn’t want to ignore her anyway. It would be rude of him to go on his phone and distract himself. She was a guest- he had to be a good enough host for her. Also, how could he ignore such a beautiful lady in front of him? He had to say something. “So, what do you wanna do?”

Layla shifted in her seat, making herself comfortable- or at least trying to. “I don’t know.” She chuckled to herself. “What do you wanna do?”

Ugh, why would she phrase the question back to me??, He thought. “Um… Well, I don’t know. Maybe we can just talk?”

“About what?” Layla lifted an eyebrow curiously.

Chris’s cheeks started to tint with red. “Maybe…” he raised a finger as he came up with an idea, “20 Questions?”

Layla laughed, and the reaction caused Chris’s cheeks to redden even more with embarrassment. He tried to cover it up with an explanation. “I know, it’s a stupid idea but maybe it can help us get to know each other personally? Unless you don’t want to-”

“Okay, go for it.” Layla smiled as she leaned back in her chair, now sitting as if she was ready for any questions he would hit her with.

Chris was shocked at her readiness. “Oh, wow, okay!” He bit his lip as the gears started to turn in his head, and the screwing of his face made Layla blush. “I gotta think of a question…” He took - couple of seconds and then-

“Alright,” the boy started. “What was your first impression of me?” Chris asked, leaning back into his chair similarly to her, and smirked. A ballsy question, yes, but one he was genuinely curious about.

Layla turned her head away from him slightly to avoid the sight of his smirk. Every fucking face he makes is so sexy, she thought to herself. “First impression? Like in person or in videos?”

Chris tried to keep eye contact with her, tilting his head a bit forward to get back in her field of view. “Either.” He shrugged, not out of disinterest, but rather the opposite, absolutely wanting to hear both perspectives of her thoughts.

She smiled as she thought about him. “I thought you were a good guy. At least when I started watching the videos.”

He raised one of his eyebrows, but the smirk remained as he let out a small scoff. “Just a ‘good guy’?”

Layla shifted her legs in her seat, the scoff and smirk combo making her a bit… aroused. “Okay, a great guy. Is that better?”

Chris laughed. “I’ll take it.” He paused before continuing, “And in person?” Here’s where it gets juicy.

Layla chuckled involuntarily out of nervousness before she answered. “You were bigger than I expected.”

Chris looked at her curiously. “Bigger?” He thought for a moment and then chuckled. He had the urge to make a joke, a rather inappropriate one along the lines of ‘you know what else is big?’, but the urge quickly subsided and led to a teasing question. “What- did you think I was that short?”

Layla immediately defended herself. “No, no! You just seem so… ‘skinny white boy from the Northeast’-esque. If that makes sense. Like Timothee Chalamet, y’know?”

“Hm. Okay,” he replied, but kept up the teasing aura. “ So you mean bigger as in more muscular? Or bigger as in thicker… like I got a fat ass?”

Layla rolled her eyes. “Let’s go with the first one ‘cause that second one is a reach.”

Chris fake-frowned. “You don’t think I got cake?”

Layla scoffed. “Shut up! Just take the compliment!”

Chris laughed as he felt Layla kick him playfully under the table. “I’ll tell you what I first thought about you.”

Layla placed her elbows on the table and put her face in her hands as she looked at Chris intriguingly. “Ooh, I’m excited.”

Chris’s teasing smirk softened into a warm smile as he began to think of the times he first came across her and her content. “Well, I knew of you before Larri’s party through little clips of you on TikTok. You just had this inviting smile and warm energy that automatically drew me in. I would see you in little funny compilations from your vlogs and GRWM videos, and your humor was kinda similar to mine. I was intrigued by you. And that’s when I started watching your videos.”

As he spoke, Layla thought about how she came across him- literally almost the same way. It was interesting. A coincidence? Maybe. A lot of people around their age come across people like that. But it was cute regardless.

Chris went on. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about when I watch your makeup tutorials or fashion try-on hauls or whatever…” he let out a small laugh then continued, “But I don’t mind it. Just your energy, your laughter, your beauty- both inside and out- were enough to get me hooked on you.”

It seemed as if Chris was genuinely pouring his heart out. “And in person, whoaaaa,” he leaned back in his chair in a way that emphasized his whoa, “The first time I met you in person, your beauty was just 10 times more intense. Like, you were pretty on my phone screen, but in person? Right up close? Wow. Amazing.” His cheeks tinted red again. “And you’re a great hugger. Your perfume just stayed in my nose for days after that.”

Chris was so caught up in his proclamation that when he finally noticed the girl’s beautiful cheeks becoming tinted with blush, he stopped himself from getting deeper and called her out jokingly to cut the tension. “You’re blushing!”

Layla lowered her head when she saw his finger point at her. “Blushing? I’m brown-skinned, how could you tell?”

“Your cheeks are a bit of a…” he leaned in closer to her, and she could definitely feel the heat now; it was obvious to the both of them, “They’re a chestnut color. Mahogany, if you will.”

“‘Mahogany if you will’”, Layla couldn’t help but mock the words from his lips. “You’re stupid, you know that?”

“Yeah?” He leaned back against his chair. “Is that another trait about me that you forgot to mention?”

She nodded and a teasing grin popped up on her face. Yes, she was teasing him now, but the grin was a bit more of a facade as to how she truly felt in that moment: aroused.

It was almost as if Chris knew of her growing desire as he continued to press her. “And what else?”

Layla noticed the same stupid, smug smirk on his face as he egged her on. “You’re stupid, and sloppy, and weird.”

“Uh-huh…” His irises seemed to grow darker as the tension between them became more palpable. “What else? Any positives?”

Silence.

“I’m waiting.” He sang in a teasing tone.

“Well, you’re…” One of Chris’s eyebrows rose in intrigue as she continued, “… creative.”

“Thank you! Well, I was waiting for ‘handsome’, but ‘creative’ is good enough.” He suddenly realized his flirtatious nature and questioned himself, What the fuck am I saying?

“‘Good enough?’” Layla scoffed playfully. “Well I’ll give you something even better than handsome then, since you’re so desperate.” She stood up suddenly and walked towards him, bending herself down to face him up close. She leaned into his ear, her breath brushing by the skin of its helix. “You’re sexy.”

What the fuck. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- was all that repeated in Chris’s mind. What. The. Fuck. Sexy? Me??

As if reading his mind, Layla added, “Yeah. You’re sexy. Your eyes, your lips- even your nose is sexy,” Layla’s tone sounded like she was admitting this nonchalantly, but as she realized the impact of her statements, her eyes began to widen and her heartbeat gradually sped up.

“Damn.” That’s all Chris could say at that moment. One explicative that was enough to express his shock. Damn. His eyes widened and if he didn’t have some sort of control of his reaction, his jaw would’ve fallen to the floor.

He fully faced her as he turned his body around, his nose now nearly touching hers. Their faces were nearly centimeters apart. If a kiss didn’t happen now, there wouldn’t be another chance.

So Chris kissed her. His lips pressed against her abruptly, yet with a hint of tenderness that allowed Layla to feel comfortable and not pressured to reciprocate it. Layla leaned into the kiss, her eyes closed and lips enveloped into the passion of the moment. Although the kiss lasted at most 10 seconds before Chris pulled away, there was an undeniable spark between them and a force that almost pulled them back into each other again. Almost.

Chris moved his head backward to look at Layla and her reaction to his sudden action. She looked pleased, but he wanted to really make sure. Really, really make sure. His hand caressed her face with a gentle touch, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

“Just fucking kiss me again”, Layla said in response, rolling her eyes at the boy before she could feel his hand grip onto her jaw and pull her into his lips. They were soft and tasted like cherry lip balm, the flavor shocking Layla, but she didn’t mind as she melted into his grasp and allowed him to take a hold of her face and mind. She then climbed on top of him, her legs now wrapped around his waist as she sat on his lap.

Chris’s hands felt an urge to roam her body like they were already on her face, but he controlled himself, not wanting to cross any boundaries without her permission. Feeling heated, he began to remove his sweater and Layla helped him with this as she saw him struggle with his movements as he focused on the passion of the kiss.

Chris sighed as they pulled away from their kiss for a second to process what was happening. “Fuck, I haven’t kissed anyone like that in a while. I feel so…”

“So what?”

“So… good. Layla, I need you. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“Chris,” Layla placed her hand on his chin, rubbing it in soft movements in a subtle way to soothe him. She could tell he was getting a bit anxious. But she could also feel how much he wanted to move the moment even further. “Chris, you’re okay. You’re with me, alright? Do you need me?”

Chris nodded, not being able to say much other than a “mm-hm”.

“Tell me what exactly you need me to do. I’ll take care of you,” Layla pressed her forehead against his and stared into his eyes, making sure that any changes in his face weren’t due to any discomfort or unease. “I promise, I will take care of you. Just tell me what you need.”

Chris’s breath hitched in his throat. He never thought he would get this nervous about a girl. Like ever. At least not in a long time. But, Layla? Fuck, she was something else. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed at a slow pace, which he took as a signal in his own consciousness to control his own breathing and relax. He would need to if he really wanted this moment to progress. “I need you to make me feel good. I need you to feel good, too.”

Layla began to move her hips back and forth against Chris’s lap, small breaths of pleasure escaping her lips as the ache between her legs was now being soothed by his touch. He watched her for a minute, taking the time to really process what was happening. His hands slowly started to grasp her hips, not yet applying pressure, but just holding onto her to get used to the way she felt in his hands. The girl bit her lip and started to whimper as she grinded down with more desperation, which Chris took as a sign to kiss her forehead and her cheek to soothe her a bit. He looked into her eyes and bit his own lip, nodding as he watched her pleasure herself with his body. “There you go… you look so pretty like that.”

Layla moaned in response at his praise, and Chris smiled as he began to help her grind on his lap, his hands gripping onto her hips and moving them back and forth. Their breathing escalated, sending them both in a spiral as they started to both find an orgasm subconsciously.

But Chris stepped out of the moment as soon as he felt himself nearing the precipice. He didn’t want to end this moment prematurely. “Get on your knees,” was all he instructed her as his eyebrows furrowed in sexual frustration. He wanted to make this beautiful girl in front of him unravel herself before he would with the limited amount of time they had alone together.

His sudden request caught Layla off guard, causing her eyes to widen and her actions to freeze. She looked at him in a way that she could recalibrate herself to actually take his commands, and finally did, getting off of him and settling onto her knees. Her widened eyes looked into his again, awaiting for another command. Something about the man in front of her and the situation they were in made her desire to be submissive in this moment.

Layla began to pull his pants down to his ankles but left his boxers by his thighs for precaution if someone happened to walk in. She wouldn’t wanna traumatize his brothers with the sight of her gagging on his dick.

“Yeah, pull my dick out, fuck…” He threw his head back as he felt the air of the room hit his bare cock. “Fuckkk…” He needed to feel her lips around him- or anything for that matter- right now.

Layla immediately started to rub his shaft, both of her hands around it as she began to move them up and down. She gathered some of the precum leaking from his tip to lubricate him somehow, but it wasn’t enough for Chris.

“Spit on my dick, please,” he requested with pouty lips, his head still thrown back, but his fingers found their way in Layla’s hair for some sort of comfort. “Just spit on it-” her saliva landed on his dick and she began to rub it in- “Good girl…” He ran his fingers through her hair in appraisal.

“Look at that pretty fuckin’ face…” Chris purred as he brought the same hand down in her hair down to caress her jaw, his thumb rubbing soothingly against her cheek. He noticed her looking back at the door repeatedly when she first kneeled down, and wanted to reassure her. “I see you wanting to look at the door, but don’t worry about anyone barging in here. We’ll hear the front door from up here when they get back,” he explained to further comfort her before getting her to do anything further.

Layla smiled and nodded at Chris as she continued to massage his shaft, causing him to bring his hand back to her hair and tug on it a bit. “O-okay,” he stammered, “I want you to suck me off, okay? Use those cute fuckin’ lips of yours on my dick.”

He watched as the woman kneeling before him wrapped her plump, glossed lips around the head of his dick, the contact making him unconsciously buck into her mouth a bit deeper than they both expected. He quickly stabilized himself onto the chair and anchored his feet on the ground, hoping to control his body from making that mistake again.

Layla began to bob her head up and down his shaft, each and every repetitive motion causing him to wince and groan in pleasure. It was a pleasure he hadn’t felt from another person in a while; a pleasure he had to mimic with his own right hand, the same right hand he was using to grip onto Layla’s hair. He was in bliss, but he knew he couldn’t be there for a long time.

In realization of their limited time, Chris started to apply force with the hand gripping her hair, helping her to bob on his dick with more vigor. He bit his lip and curled his toes in his shoes as he could feel her tongue dance around the skin of his shaft, exciting every nerve that existed there. When the tip of her tongue would find its way back to the tip of his dick, licking around the hole, now that was heaven. And her lips? Fuck. Plump, cushiony, comfortable, kissable. He didn’t know what she was wearing that made them feel so warm, almost spicy, whenever she kissed his dick. Maybe it was that lip plumper she said she liked to wear in one of those old videos she did? Regardless, it was working its magic.

Layla felt equally as pleased, the feeling of his dick in her mouth making her moan and salivate around him. She knew she couldn’t get too sloppy since at any moment, anyone could walk through the doors and ruin her moment. But the feeling of his warm and slightly salty length and the outline of the veins that adorned it were enough to keep her going.

“Oh, you’re too good at this, baby,” he complimented her with a moan as she continued her movements. “Wish I got to feel you do this sooner. Feels like this is what I’ve been missing out on my whole life- Ah!” He let out a small yelp as Layla took it upon herself to bring his tip to the back of her throat.

Layla held him in the back of her throat, thrusting her head up and down to let him hit the opening of her esophagus. She let out little coughs as she did this, and her legs opened wider underneath her, allowing her to play with herself as she grew more hungry to feel him inside of her pussy.

Chris brought his head up from its laid back position and noticed her hand repeating circular motions between her sprawled out legs. He snickered, clearly entertained by her desperate attempts to please herself. “‘You having fun down there, princess?”

Layla only moaned in response as she continued to deepthroat him and grind against her fingers at once. The sound of her moan was heaven, and he wanted to open the gates in her pussy to hear even more.

“Okay, princess, this feels good and all but,” he used his hand to guide her off of his dick, her lips making a pop as they let him go, “I wanna fuck you so badly. And I know you want me too, right Layla?”

Layla moaned, “Uh-huh, please?” She couldn’t get many words out in her current state, but the blissed-out look on her face and the lust in her eyes spoke for her. She pouted at him as she watched him stand up from his chair, studying his body and face to figure out what they would do next.

Chris grasped both of her hands with his, helping her up from her knees. He quickly grabbed her face and kissed her, his lips missing the feeling of hers on them. Before she could even get comfortable in the kiss, he shifted her body so that she was now bent over the podcast table. Her pretty back and ass were the only thing in his view, and it was delectable.

Chris held onto his cock as he positioned it in front of her pussy’s entrance. He rubbed it between the lips, teasing her hole with his cockhead. Layla backed herself up against him and whined, wanting to feel him inside of her as the ache between her legs couldn’t handle the teasing any longer. But Chris shushed her and slapped his dick against her clit a couple of times, almost in some way to punish her, causing her body to jolt and her mouth to let out a little cry. “Shh, it’s okay. You’ll get it; just relax, mama.”

Layla bit her lip as she felt him tease her a bit more, constantly pushing only the tip in and then pulling it out just before her pussy could even grasp him. She whined and moaned and whimpered some more until finally, he pushed himself inside.

The girl let out a long, drawled moan, probably one of the loudest she’d ever made, and Chris groaned at the sensations happening around him. From the sound of the moan, to the feeling of her pussy wrapping around him and coating his dick, to the sight of this girl’s beautiful body, he didn’t know if he would last long.

Chris began his thrusts in her, staccato with a slightly fast tempo, which filled the room with noises of bodies interlocking with each other in a hungry dance of desire. Her ass made little ripples that made contact with his pelvis, and that was a delicious sight to see. Chris groaned and cursed underneath his breath as he felt her pussy tighten around him more with every second that passed. The feeling of her walls gliding against him caused a friction that heated up his entire body.

Layla was in a trance. She moaned with every thrust and leaned her face and upper body against the table as she felt her body not have control anymore. Chris’s thrusts were what she had hoped from him: exuberant and needy, but with a subtle praising hit against her G-spot that made her feel like the luckiest woman on Earth. In the chase of her nearing orgasm, Layla started to thrust back into him, matching her movements with his own.

The man noticed this and slapped one of her buttocks, making Layla yelp underneath him. He repeated this a couple more times, wanting to hear her beautiful cries like he was hitting the replay button of his favorite song. “Fuck, Layla, throw that fucking ass back on me, yes,” he moaned, bringing another slap to the already sore skin of the right side of her ass. “You’re just too fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” Chris asked rhetorically, and he leaned his body over Layla’s, his chest now to her back. One of his hands gripped her jaw, which was wet with some drool that ran from her o-shaped lips, and the other on her shoulder as he continued to make sharp thrusts against her G-spot. She tightened around him at his praise almost instantly, causing Chris to wince and tighten his clasp against her face. “Prettier when I’m balls deep inside of you, too.”

Layla moaned, doing her ever-best to throw herself back onto him. The contact of their skin became louder as the impact grew harder. She was close to her first orgasm.

And Chris knew this, as he felt her clench around him even tighter and saw her body thrust into him more impatiently. Chris couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle her. The way she felt against him, the way she moaned, the way her head would tilt backwards and he could see her eyes roll back in pleasure and a little drool run down from her mouth and onto the hand grasping her jaw- it was all too much. He did his best to hold back his orgasm, though. He wanted to make his pretty girl feel good. She deserved it. He bit his lip and then encouraged her, “Let it out for me, Layla… Let yourself go for me, okay?” He brought his hand, once gripped to her jaw, down underneath her stomach and its fingers found themselves between her legs, rubbing her clit to aid in her search for her orgasm.

Then, finally, she threw her head back and moaned loudly as she came around him. Chris noticed the cream that slid down his shaft as he began to pull out of her slowly, and if didn’t have control of himself, he would have cum from that sight alone.

But, Chris turned Layla’s body around and lifted her on top of the table, making her lay down and spread out for him as he got her ready for their next position. He checked the clock in the corner of the room for a second, seeing the time read 5:36. It’s been 20 minutes, which was longer than his brother’s usually took for a run to Chick-Fil-A, but he couldn’t help but to think that his and Layla’s extended period of alone time was all due to Nick’s impeccable plan. He owed Nick one for real.

Chris’s attention went back onto Layla as he gazed into her lustful eyes. She was still having her orgasm the way she was biting her lip and holding back a moan, and this made him chuckle to himself. He didn’t know he could make a pretty girl cum like that.

He leaned down and kissed Layla again, feigning thrusts between the lips of her pussy with his dick as he sucked her tongue. Layla moaned into the kiss, and Chris almost seemed to inhale her sounds of pleasure as he kissed her.

He removed his lips from her mouth and looked down, puckering them to spit onto her pussy. He tapped his dick against her pussy as he had done minutes before to tease her again, but he didn’t want to take long as it backfired and caused him to tease himself. So, he finally placed himself back inside of her cavern and moaned at the feeling of her wrapping herself around him again.

Layla cried out a moan and threw her head back as he started his thrusts again. She grasped her tits which were still covered by her shirt, and let out a “fuck” as she began to play with then.

Chris noticed her actions and helped her, pulling her shirt down and making her tits pop out from above it, and guided her hand back onto her tits with his own hands grasping onto hers. They both played with breasts in tandem, bringing a new-founded level of intimacy to their heated fuck session.

Suddenly, Layla’s fingers removed themselves from gripping her breasts to fully interlock with Chris’s hands. Chris’s heart jumped as he looked down and saw her do this. He didn’t expect it. He didn’t expect her to be so romantic in the midst of their sex. But, he loved it. Did this mean that she wanted to be romantic with him? Was she hinting at this being more than just about the sex? Or did she do this for her own comfort and self-soothing?

He felt his heart beat even faster from all of this thinking, so he distracted himself by increasing the pace of his thrusts and delving himself deeper in her warmth, feeling her tighten around him again. He then noticed her eyes open and looked into his, almost like she wanted something from him. “What else do you want me to do, mama?” He could hear Layla let out something that could have been words, but unfortunately came out as little sporadic whimpers. He watched as she ran her hand down her body and tenderly grazed against her clit, making a lightbulb go off in his head. “Rub your clit?” She moaned in response and threw her head back as Chris allowed his thumb to apply pressure and rub at her flesh. “It’s okay, I got you, baby,” he cooed.

Chris smirked as he saw her face scrunch up in pleasure as his thumb moved circles on her clit. She looked so adorable and sexy like this. “There you go! Oh, beautiful girl, look at your face! You like feeling me rub your pretty little clitty?” He heard her let out a cute whine in reply. He chuckled. “Good girl…”

Creeeaak! The entrance door of the house creaked open, and the two of them could hear the rustling of Nick and Matt walking into the house.

Chris’s face paled. “We don’t have much time, fuck.” He used the opportunity to increase his thrusts, but angled himself in a way where his skin wouldn’t slap against hers with force that could cause any loud noises.

He began to praise her more, knowing that she was a mess whenever he complimented her, and also knowing that it would make her near her orgasm faster. “You’re a pretty girl?”

Layla nodded and brought her thumb in between her teeth, biting down on it as she felt him go faster against her G-spot. “Mhm.”

Chris leaned down to her face, his nose tip-to-tip with her own, his eyes looking like they were staring directly into her soul, and the timbre of his voice verberating against her eardrums. “No, I wanna hear you fucking say it to me. Tell me you’re a pretty girl.”

“I- I-” Layla moaned quietly before she noticed Chris’s eyes becoming more frustrated as he came close to his own orgasm. She continued, “I’m a pretty girl.”

“Mm-hm, yes, you are..,” Chris agreed with a nod and a kiss, his lips missing hers due to his dazed state of nearing his climax. “Fuck, I gotta hear you cum, baby. You have such pretty moans- c’mon,” he grunted as he slapped her pussy with his fingers and then spread her pussy’s labia with his fingers.

Everything happening caused Layla’s back to arch and body to shake as she orgasmed. Chris felt her clench around him and looked down to watch the cream escape from her hole. “There you go… Good girl. Let it all out for me.”

Layla groaned as she moved her body to ride out her orgasm on Chris’s dick, causing Chris’s own body to shake. His balls clenched as he began to have his orgasm, but he made sure to pull out before making any of his cum slip inside of her. His white liquid shot out onto the outside of her pussy and a bit on her stomach, the feeling of it landing on her causing Layla to look down at the sight. Chris laughed quietly as he watched her. “Yeah, that feels good?” Layla nodded and he smiled proudly.

The two suddenly heard footsteps growing louder as Nick and Matt walked up the stairs. “Shit, shit, shit,” Chris grabbed a baby wipe and began to wipe her up, using a paper towel from the center of the table to dry her off. They helped each other to fix their clothes and look at least somewhat presentable.

“Hey, we’re baaack!” Nick sang as he swung the door open and walked into the room. He and Matt stood by the door, but Nick surveyed the area suspiciously, noticing the disarray of Chris’s hair and the way the table. “What are you two still doing here? Chris, I told you to make her comfortable.” He glared over at Chris, not because of Chris and Layla still in the room, but because of what he suspected happened in that room while he and Matt were away. It could take an idiot to know what happened, and unfortunately, he was Boo-Boo the Fool.

But Chris shrugged and responded to Nick’s question with zero hesitation. “Layla and I just got caught up in conversation.” He stood up and stretched, looking at Nick and Matt with a normal, unfazed face. He made sure he did his best not to look like he just had the best orgasm of his life.

And it worked, moreso when it came to Matthew. He didn’t suspect a thing, not even a hint of a crush between Chris and Layla in the first place. When he looked around the room, he noticed everybody giving each other looks and practically speaking with their eyes, but he didn’t fully understand why. So, he brushed off his confusion and spoke. “Okay, so we bought food for everybody. We can eat downstairs or in here; whatever works for you.*

“We can eat here,” Layla suggested. She looked over at Chris and noticed his entire body stiffen for a couple of seconds before he sat back down in his seat and nodded in agreement.

Nick smiled at Layla before looking at Chris, his eyebrows furrowing only a small bit at him as a hidden signal to his brother that he knew something was up. “Okay, let’s set everything up.”

Chris walked over to Nick and helped him get all of the food and drinks from the bag, before Nick gave him a small pinch on his arm. “We need to talk after this,” he whispered to him at a low pitch, so low to the point Chris could hear him growl. Chris chuckled and winked before walking off to set the table, taunting Nick in a way to tell him that he already knew what Nick wanted to talk to him about later.

All of them began to eat and shared casual conversations amongst each other, the energy of the room being calm and casual; quite the juxtaposition to how heated and desperate it felt a few minutes before Nick and Matt came back.

And Chris and Layla were very aware of this. The two shared a look that only they could understand- a certain smirk with a glint of satisfaction and requited feelings for each other in their eyes- and continued eating their food.

[ebony-blood]

Poly!The Lost Boys x Reader 

Warnings/AN: They’re a packaged deal, ofc you’re getting all four. Yandere/obsessive stuff because they’re just like that. I tried to be as gender-neutral as possible, lemme know if I need to fix anything.

You have been in Santa Carla for about a year now, you wanna know how long it took for the boys to fall for you? 2 months

Paul fell first, bro spent a whole 2 hours daily rambling to Marko about how much he loved you, how perfect you were in his eyes, how cute you were…

Gender doesn’t matter to these rat bastards, you’re still Paul’s Cutie

Marko fell next, listening to Paul rant about your utter perfection, thus, he started believing you were an angel, literally an angel.

And that’s when the two boys started stalking you, following you around the boardwalk and practically growling at anyone that approached, male, female, whatever

Paul practically has heart eyes every time he sees you, every single time.

Dwayne is next, and he falls WAY harder than the other two

Mr. Tall, dark and handsome over here will follow you home daily, he waits for nightfall and comes out to see you, when he’s not with his brothers, he’s around you.

He may as well be lying on a bed, writing in a notebook about how much he loves you, giggling and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl

So, the three that AREN’T David fall in love with you in two months, David followed shortly behind, and only a month after Dwayne fell, David was fucking INFATUATED.

He has it BAD, like, god, it’s even worse than his brothers.

Eventually, all four of the boys decide they wanna talk to you, and goddammit the minute you open your mouth they’re even more in love with you. 

And so, they start leaving you anonymous gifts, roses, jewelry, Marko paints for you, anything they can think of, they’ll steal it and leave it on your porch. 

It took a few months, but when you realized they were giving you the gifts, you started hanging out with them more, and soon, you were taken to the cave.

They loved you, obviously.

It took almost no time for you to fall for their silly personalities, and that was when they knew they had you.

They became protective, but not outwardly obsessive.

At least, you thought so. 

After they started dating you, they started getting worse in their stalking.

They had a system, every other week, sometimes months between instances, one of them would silently stalk you, keeping hidden in the dark, and one or two of them would pretend to bump into you when you start freaking out.

You were always too freaked out to ask how they were there.

You found out they were vampires when you caught them killing and feeding on a guy who had been actually stalking you. You were freaked out at first.

Eventually, David managed to calm you, promising they would never hurt or kill you.

Now that we’re past all the meetings, falling, stalking, and so on, here’s the actual cute stuff. 

Paul and Marko

These rat fucks are literally never not by your side. 

They bite you, randomly grab you, kiss you, just whenever they want, it doesn’t matter. 

Both boys steal things from you, all the time

Clothes, blankets, stuffed animals, books, your perfume/cologne/body spray, makeup if you wear it, whatever they can get their hands on, it’s with them.

You slowly start noticing them wearing your clothes, your perfume/cologne/body spray, and you ask about it. They always deny having it.

If you wear it, they put on your lipstick or lipgloss before they kiss you, because they think it's funny. 

Paul started trying to get you to smoke with him. 

Marko paints you like constantly, and anytime he catches you watching or looking at him, he has the most lovestruck and goofy look on his face.

Both fantasize about you 24/7 and just bounce stuff off of each other. 

They definitely bite you the most

65% of the bitemarks on you are from them, and 35% are from the other two boys.

Cuddle you the most.

Tease you the most

Teasing nips are greetings to them

Both have very little consistency in pet names for you, they just pick whatever.

Dwayne

The sweetest, and the biggest stalker ever.

Bro follows you around constantly. 

He doesn’t allow you to ride on the back of Paul and Marko's bikes, it's either him or David.

Holds your hands all the time

Gives you his jacket all the time.

You get cold? Take his jacket. Getting outta the ocean after Paul tossed you in? Take his jacket.

Smiles every time he sees you. 

Also takes your perfume/cologne/body spray, sprays himself down, and snuggles into clothes you wear he stole when he wanted to snuggle with you.

Acts totally normal around you but is a giggly schoolgirl when talking about you with the boys.

Brings you food and drinks daily, if he doesn’t know if you’ve eaten, you bet your ass he’s bringing you food.

About 15% of your bites are from him. 

Constantly makes sure you care for yourself.

Not into PDA but will hold your hands daily.

Bro has a mix of songs that reminds him of you.

Calls you stuff like Darling and Honey, he just gives those vibes.

David

OHHHH DEAR GOD-

David is worse than Dwayne, Marko, and Paul combined.

Stalks you, constantly, and he always makes sure you know he’s there.

Sassy, sarcastic, an asshole, we know this, but this carries over to you too.

Bro sasses you all the time.

Dude treats you like he treated Star, bro will just stare at you, if you don’t respond or do as he’s implying, he just calls your name again, and again, until he eventually just snaps in your face, not shouting, but literally snapping.

Nips at your ears, neck, and shoulders

Teases you, all the time, constantly for no reason. Like if you trip bro is laughing and he doesn’t even help your ass up. 

He does care though, he loves you so SO much.

The dude actually takes his damn gloves off to touch you sometimes! That NEVER happens!

Isn’t into PDA, at all, his hands stay securely in your back pockets or with his fingers through your belt loops, you are not leaving his side, if he isn’t around you bet your ass you’re sticking with Dwayne.

Will randomly give you things, Bro gave you one of his old tee shirts and he gets very pouty if you don’t wear it around.

He is not a sweet boy, but also a sweet guy, if you wear down his walls and wiggle your way into his heart, you will NEVER leave.

He’s terrified of being alone, if you leave for even a second, the man almost melts down. 

Calls you stuff like Babe, Baby, and Doll, doll is used no matter your gender, he won’t stop.

One more because our first one for Davie here also brings you food but fucks with you like he did with Micheal. He does keep extras if you actually freak out about it but after a certain point in your time with the boys, you start leaning into the goofiness. 

All four of them

Only a few here.

The boys are cuddlers, if they stay with you in your house, (You have blackout curtains) they are wrapped around you, Paul and Marko are damn well laying on top of you.

Will scream at any bastard on the boardwalk that even LOOKS at you wrong.

They fight anyone at all, for any reason, for everything, at all for you.

These nerds rant about everything they love, David will scream about how much he loves Billy Idol at any time, Marko talks about art all the damn time, Paul will just rant about how fucking much he loves guitarists like Mick Mars, Ace Frehley, and Eddie Van Halen, and Dwayne talks about books. All four always have stars in their eyes when talking, it's so cute. 

The rats started rubbing off on you, you’re crazy now, you ride bikes, and you yell, and scream with all of the boys.

When they do turn you, it amplifies by 20.

Your favorite activity is hanging off the bridge with the boys and biking. 

You eventually get your own, they were hesitant, but eh.

They love biking with you, and then you all either hang from the wood beams while sleeping or snuggle up in your bed and sleep peacefully. You wearing one of their jackets of course.

[externalmemorycomic]

Image description: A black and white illustration, designed to look like a book cover. On a decorative ribbon, the title at the top reads “External Memory”. A scroll work border of leaves and flowers divides the illustration into three rounded panels. The largest panel is in the center and shows a caravan surrounded by greenery, puddles and potted plants. The two smaller panels beneath it show a cartoon cat and mouse respectively, facing each other. At the bottom is another decorative ribbon with the text “a diary comic by My Murphy”. After the cover follows an 8 page comic. The style is cartoonish and the colours are soft pastels. Page one: An orange cat waves and says “Hello! I’m My.” The cat holds up a white mouse and says “This is Mouse, my girlfriend.” Caption: My name is actually My, but Mouse is a nickname for comic and privacy purposes. Caption: When I started this project, me and Mouse lived on a little island off the Swedish coast. The panel shows a stylised, tiny island with a lighthouse, spruce and birch trees, leaning houses and a little dock with a row boat tied to it. The cat and mouse are standing on the cliffs and a swan floats on the water in the foreground. Page two: Caption: Now we’ve moved to Ireland where we live in a caravan in the middle of nowhere. A small caravan, surrounded by greenery, overgrown trees, rocks, puddles and potted plants. The caravan has two windows and the cat and the mouse are looking out of one window each. Caption: We lived on the island to be close to my family. A ribbon with writing on it separates and labels four characters: “mom”, an ermine, “dad”, a wolverine, “brother”, a marmot and “step mom”, a squirrel. The ribbon has been torn in between “mom” and “dad”. Caption: and we moved to Ireland to be close to Mouse’s family. Three characters are shown, each with their own ribbon label. “mother-in-law”, a deer, “sister-in-law”, a jack russell terrier and “brother-in-law”, a hedgehog. Page three: Caption: Me and the mouse are currently in our thirties. The cat lounges on an antique fainting couch and the mouse sleeps on a cushion on the floor. On the floor is an open bag of “let’s” crisps and a laptop. Caption: We’re both pretty decrepit in various ways, so for this comic I draw couches and beds as often as I draw people. Caption: Disability isn’t especially interesting to me, but if a fish made an autobiographical comic… A fish under water paints a four panel comic with a brush held in its mouth. The panels the fish has painted show bubbles, waves and splashing water. Caption: …it’d probably be partly about water, whether the fish cared about water or not. Page four: Caption: My memory has always been pretty crappy. If a friend asks me: “do you remember when...” The question is shown asked by a red robin Caption: I usually have to answer: “no, I don’t.” The panel shows the cat giving this answer while looking away and blushing. Caption: There are many things in my life I’d like to remember. Mom the ermine watches as the cat opens a Christmas gift in front of a Christmas tree. The cat is much smaller than usual, its tail is bushy with excitement and it holds up a big book, “Mort”, with a skull on the cover. Caption: This comic is my EXTERNAL MEMORY so I can capture some of those moments… The cat admires a butterfly hovering above its outstretched paw Caption: …great or small. Page five: Caption: I try to make one strip per day, give or take. Pages with dates written on them blow off of a daily wall calendar by a strong breeze. As they turn over, comic pages are revealed to be drawn on the back. One comic shows the mouse with long fangs, biting the face of the cat and then hissing behind a bat wing. One comic is a pastiche of Tim Buckley’s “Loss” comic and one features a portrait of Frasier Crane and the Seattle skyline. Caption: and on the days when nothing interesting happens A close up shows the cat’s paw drawing a comic panel. In this panel a smaller, rounder version of the cat runs happily in the sunshine carrying a backpack. Caption: I reach back and draw something from my past. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A coyote looks at the comic on its phone, strokes its chin suspiciously and asks “did that really happen?” Caption: the answer is always yes. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A monkey reads the comic in zine form and think “did they really say that?” Caption: the answer is usually yes. Page six: Caption: When a specific phrase is the point of the strip, it’s recorded verbatim. The mouse says “you’re marching to the beat of the potato drum.” Caption: is a direct quote. Caption: When the point is something else, I sometimes take small liberties to make the memory fit well inside four panels. The cat sits at its drawing table, holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a paper with two comic panels in the other. Caption: Usually that means I make myself or the mouse play the part of the straight man because it will improve a joke. The cat and the mouse, dressed as clowns, stand in a circus tent. The cat pulls the clown nose from the mouse’s face and holds up a pie, ready to strike. Caption: In reality, neither of us is much of a straight man, but all art demands some sacrifices. Caption: In every way that matters, this comic always tells the truth. The cat looks up at a large, glowing, winged sphinx statue version of itself. The statue and framing is a reference to the all knowing Southern Oracle from the film adaptation of “The Neverending Story”. Caption: I am doing this to aid my memory after all, so it wouldn’t be very helpful to make my life seem more funny, interesting or relatable than it really is. The cat draws a comic while watching paint dry on the wall. Caption: That would be a pretty cruel joke to play on my future, more confused self. The cat scratches its head at a drawing of themselves as the winner of a beauty contest, wearing a sash and crown, waving to the crowd and holding flowers. Caption: She’ll probably have enough to contend with… The cat looks suspiciously at its own reflection in the mirror, not recognising it. The drawing is a pastiche of a panel from the webcomic “Gunshow” by KC Green. Caption: Maybe some of my comics will be funny or interesting or relatable to you anyway. That would make me very happy. The cat smiles and presses its paws to its face in joy, seeing that a bear and a horse are reading the comic together and laughing. Cartoon hearts float over the cat. Caption: Some of the comics probably won’t do much for anybody but me, but that’s okay too. The cat presses a page of the comic to its chest, looking contented and protective. In the last panel, the cat and the mouse are floating on air with a blue sky and white clouds behind them. The cat is smiling and twirling around, holding a paint brush out like a wand. From the brush flows paint that swirls around the two figures and making shapes of green leaves and orange and yellow flowers. On two looping blue ribbons appear the last captions: This is a record of my silly little life. Good or bad, I’m glad I get to share it. End ID.

Here’s a little introduction to External Memory! It was fun to make a proper neat and full colour comic - it’s been a while ^^

(If you like this project, please reblog this post! You can also subscribe to my patreon where I post one comic every day ^^)

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 6 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, lots of fluff, Harris and Wayne making us all cry

WC: 1.3k

Divider credit to @saradika

June 1999

“Harris! Lunchtime!” you call out from the kitchen, balancing three plates in your hands, crunchy peanut butter and grape jelly slathered between WonderBread slices atop each one. A gourmet meal, Grandma would have teased, but she wouldn’t deny the simple deliciousness of a PB&J sandwich. 

Eddie saunters in first, taking two of the plates from you and placing them on the dining room table. “Need me to grab anything else?” he asks, watching as you suck peanut butter residue off your thumb. “Like, maybe your boobs?” He grins, crossing his arms over his chest against a faded Corroded Coffin t-shirt. 

You playfully roll your eyes, setting the last plate at your spot. “Could you slice up an apple for Harris? I’ll pour us some lemonade and then get his gift from our room.”

“Puttin’ me to work on Father’s Day weekend,” he grumbles, but the smirk curling his plush lips betrays him. He grabs a Red Delicious from the refrigerator and cuts it into eighths, careful not to nick his ringed fingers. 

You pluck the gift bag from its hiding spot underneath your bed, re-fluffing the yellow tissue paper as though Harris will notice that it’s askew. 

Eddie’s tongue swipes at the apple’s juices on his fingers and calls for your son once more. “Harris! If you don’t get your behind in here now, you won’t get your surprise!”

The TV clicks off instantly. “My surprise?” He races into the kitchen, stopping short and skidding in his socks to avoid colliding with the counter’s edge. “Where’s my surprise?”

“You can open it while you eat lunch,” you reason, swinging the bag between your pinched thumb and forefinger. Harris plops in his seat, takes an enormous bite of his sandwich, and holds out his hand for the present. You relent with a laugh, nerves buzzing as he tears into it. 

Harris is momentarily confused when he pulls out a book, studying the cover intently. “The Berenstain Bears New Baby?” he asks quizzically, looking between you and Eddie for a clue. 

“Why do you think we’d buy you a book about a new baby?” Eddie teases, trying to lead him to the answer. 

You both watch as the proverbial gears turn in the boy’s head, his eyes widening when it clicks. “Am I getting a baby?” A squeal builds up in his throat, the excitement palpable. 

“Mhm. In about five months, you, Harris Munson,” you tell him, poking his chest with your pointer finger, “are going to be a big brother.”

“Mommy’s growing the baby in her belly right now,” Eddie elaborates, beaming as the words resonate with him once again. 

Harris leaps from his chair, bumping into the table and nearly toppling his glass of lemonade in the process, but he hardly notices. “We’re having a baby! We’re having a baby!” He cheers, waving the book high in the air. A slip of paper falls out, floating down to his feet. 

“That’s my latest ultrasound. It shows what the baby looks like and how he or she is growing,” you explain as he picks it up from the floor. 

He squints at it to make heads or tails of the grainy photos. “When do we know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“At my next appointment in about five weeks.”

He hums in acknowledgment, still focused on the sonogram. “It kinda just looks like a blob,” he says cautiously, as though breaking the news that the fetus in your womb is a gelatinous creature. 

Eddie chuckles, kissing Harris’s wild curls. “Yeah, but it’ll look more like a baby soon, I promise.”

Harris exhales a relieved sigh, launching himself into your arms with a barrage of questions. 

“What are we gonna name it?”

“Is it gonna sleep in my room?”

“Do I have to change its diapers?”

“Are you sure it’s gonna look like a baby?”

It’s your turn to laugh and ruffle his hair. “Slow down there, Har. We can talk about all of that stuff later. Right now,” you lower your voice but keep all of the exuberance, “we need you to do us a super special favor.”

“A super special favor?” His face lights up and he leans in to ensure he hears you correctly. 

“Yup. Grampa Wayne still doesn’t know about the baby, and we were hoping you could make a Father’s Day card that helps us tell him.” You watch as he unlatches himself from around you and scampers off to find his art kit. “That was easy enough,” you say to your husband, who affirms this with a smile-laced kiss. 

Eddie shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist. “To be honest, I was expecting him to be even—”

“I’M GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER!” Harris’s ecstatic shriek interrupts him, compounded with the pounding of his feet as he jumps up and down. 

“There it is.”

You all pile into the car the following afternoon to celebrate Father’s Day at Wayne’s trailer. Harris buckles himself into his booster seat, the homemade card clutched securely in his hand. Eddie rolls down the window, turning the crank until it’s halfway cracked, letting the warm June breeze tickle his face.

From the backseat, Harris whines, “Dad, be careful! I don’t want Grampa’s card to fly out the window.”

“Don’t worry; we’re not going fast. Just taking the backroads.”

He seems to be content with this promise, but you notice his grip tighten just a bit.

Wayne waits for your arrival, stubbing out his cigarette on the trailer steps as soon as he sees you pull in. His naturally stoic expression dissipates into a wide grin and he pushes himself to his feet, tugging on Harris’s door handle as soon as Eddie throws the car in park.

“Happy Father’s Day, Grampa!” Harris shouts, flinging his arms around him. Wayne reciprocates eagerly, holding his grandson in a loving embrace. “Look at your card!”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head in amusement as he stretches his legs out of the car. “Real subtle, Har.”

Wayne takes the piece of construction paper from Harris, retrieving his reading glasses from where they’re hanging out of his breast pocket and sliding them up the bridge of his nose. “Let me see here,” he muses, scanning the drawing in front of him. “A family portrait, huh? This is gonna go right on the fridge.” He starts back towards the front door, but Harris stops him.

“No, Grampa, look!” Harris impatiently points to where he’s drawn your prominently rounded abdomen, much more obvious than your actual burgeoning bump. “That’s Mommy.”

Wayne’s eyebrows raise, glancing between you and Eddie for confirmation before he says anything further. 

“You’re gonna be a grandpa again, Old Man,” Eddie tells him, resting his hand on your stomach and rubbing it gently. “There’ll be another little mischief maker joining us in November.”

“You’re serious?” Wayne’s eyes mist over, visible even behind the lenses. When you nod, rife with emotion, he ambles over for a hug. “Oh, my word. Nearly got me blubberin’ over here.” He pulls back only to rest his glasses atop his head, wiping his tears with his shirt sleeve.

Harris tugs on his grandfather’s free hand. “Dad said you’re gonna change all the poopy diapers.” He giggles, exposing the gap where a tooth is newly missing after weeks of being wiggly.

“Is that so?” Wayne chuckles, looking directly at Eddie before bringing his attention back to Harris. “Well, I’ll tell ya what: I’ll change the baby’s diapers if Dad changes mine once I’m real old.”

Eddie tries to protest, but you cut him off. “Sounds like a good deal to me.”

“Nope, no way” your husband argues, waving his arms in disgust, “I’m throwing you in a home the moment you can’t wipe your own–”

“Eddie!” you admonish before he can utter another word.

“I was gonna say ‘tush.’”

--

[sparklingcid3r]

Do you have thoughts on Darry's pov about Pony getting jumped

If you guys ever want to just have a terrible night, go back and reread the way Pony describes Darry in the first chapter. It’s actually brutal and I can’t believe he let Darry read it😭🙏 He wanted that A bad

Because I swear, yall don’t need my thoughts on Darry’s pov because Pony is pretty much gifting to us, it’s just that it’s muddied by his own personal bias/narration that you miss just how much characterization Darry gets. If you take out Pony’s internal thoughts, you’d think Darry was the tamest/most thoughtful of the bunch through actions alone, even if he comes off a little heated.

I’m gonna go ahead and do it here anyway to show you what I mean. We’ll go in order from Darry’s first appearance to the end of the chapter, but I’m only giving you his actions and his dialogue. Toss up a prayer now bc Darry is done FILTHYYYY

(ignore my highlights, i j started annotating lol)

Immediately we’re introduced to Darry as the person who’s literally getting Pony back on his feet. He’s shaking Pony by the shoulders to get him to respond because he doesn’t always realize his own strength compared to Pony’s. This is probably the relationship he has with most of the gang since he’s most likely the one working out the most consistently of them all, what with his job and gym runs.

But when Pony tells Darry to stop, it’s not like Darry glares at him and says “I’m just checking on you.” Instantly, he recognizes he’s being too rough and apologizes.

This is a few lines later, after the description of Darry and their father, but Darry’s still the only one talking at this point. I thought it was interesting that he jams his fists into his pockets, and my thoughts are that he’s physically restraining himself from Pony as to not hurt him worse, especially since he’s asking Pony how badly he’s just been hurt.

This is Darry’s reaction to Soda calling Pony an okay kid and Pony grinning in response and calling Soda crazy. It’s the most sibling thing I’ve ever seen idk, especially when Darry just grins at Soda’s teasing and lets it go. It’s literally Darry being a softie in front of Pony, but it just doesn’t click for Pony yet give him a minute he’ll get there🙏 in two hundred more pages

I was pretty surprised when I went back and read the book. For some reason I misremembered Darry as being completely hypocritical whenever talking to Pony about school smarts vs street smarts, but he’s pretty much going out of his way to compliment Pony here.

And I mean, these are pretty tame bites at Pony, overall he’s being pretty lighthearted with his words. I wasn’t reading this with an angry Darry in mind, just an exasperated one that wishes his brother thought about his own safety more often so Darry didn’t have to do it for him.

Y’all probably remember this from the movie lmao, I love Patrick Swayze’s portrayal of Darry, I think he nails the character completely. Darry’s so obviously not angry at Pony here, especially not when he’s laying off when Soda tells him to.

Dally is figuring out who’s going to the Nightly Double with him, and I was surprised by Darry’s reaction. Canonically he doesn’t even like movies, Pony literally said it a few pages ago, so he’s either faking his disappointment (lmao) or would have actually gone for Dally, which was wild to think about.

So this was also pretty interesting. Even when I was a kid, my parents let me go outside and play with the neighbors for hours at a time, pretty much until it got dark. Things were veryyy different in the 60s, where it was normal for parents to go to sleep with their kids out in the night and wake up with them home, weekends especially. When considering that their parents are yk, dead, Darry wanting Pony to keep his grades in check on the weekdays only and handing off the reins on the weekend is pretty cool of him imo lol

And this was just adorable

But that’s it, the rest of the chapter is Soda and Pony talking about Darry, and then Pony’s internal monologue about how much he doesn’t need Darry and doesn’t care about him, but that he knows he lying to himself :(

Their relationship is one of the single greatest things in the book and honestly, Hinton makes it clear from the beginning what Pony realizes later: that Darry never once “didn’t care” about Pony or thought of him as a burden. Maybe he’s overbearing sometimes, but for someone who has so much pressure on him nearly all the time, he does a pretty good job with what he’s given 🤷‍♀️

His biggest flaw is his inability to communicate how he’s actually feeling to Pony, who he should know by now doesn’t take well to visual cues. But other than that, gold star for Darry Curtis!⭐️

[grassyhorizon45]

Birthdays.

Marauders x Shy!Reader celebrating her birthday :D

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Words: 643

a/n: To my dear friend FaithfulSummer (@Quotev | Ig: a_corner_of_solace), Happiest of Birthdays <3

“Haaaapy birthday to you~”

It was the first thing Y/n heard as she woke up that morning. Dazed as she was, the corners of her lips still managed to twitch up into a shy smile.

Sirius climbed into her bed, running a gentle hand through Y/n’s messy hair. James and Remus stood by the bedside, one holding a nicely decorated chocolate cake while the other held the biggest freaking present Y/n had ever seen. 

“Y-You guys didn’t have to……”

“But we wanted to,” said Sirius smugly.

Remus nodded, “You mean a lot to us, bunny–”

“No day better than your birthday to express that, no?” James added, grinning.

What the boys didn’t know was that Y/n wasn’t the most comfortable with the idea of an entire day revolving around her. She hated unnecessary attention with her life and birthdays fully contradicted that.

The four cut cake and ate together in the shared dorm as per Y/n’s request.

“Open the gift, open the gift!” James beckoned, practically bursting with excitement.

Another thing Y/n avoided: Opening presents in front of people. She was terrible at reacting to things, which she realised would sometimes disappoint the giver……

“I’ll open it later. Th-Thank you Jamie.”

Remus smiled knowingly as he took another bite of cake, “How about if we all close our eyes while you open it?”

Y/n paused in the middle of taking a bite of cake. 

“Y-Yeah… Th-That would be okay.”

The three put hands over their eyes, following Remus’ suggestion.

“Wait– I don’t get it. Why do we need to cover our eyes?” James whispered as if Y/n couldn’t hear him.

“So we’re not watching her when she opens it, stupid…” Sirius playfully whispered back, earning a giggle from Y/n and a chuckle from Remus.

Y/n made her way to the spot where they’d left the massive gift. She opened it slowly, careful not to rip the wrapping paper.

“Just tell us when you’ve finished, okay bunny?” Remus said attentively.

Minutes passed of the three having their eyes shut and Sirius trying to blindly shove cake in his and James’ mouth.

“You can open your eyes now…”

Sirius, James and Remus were met with the sight of Y/n sitting on the ground, beaming from ear to ear. In front of her were the gifts they’d previously decided to wrap all together like a giant gift monster. The stack of novels from Remus, a lovely necklace from Sirius and a freshly polished broom— Comet 260 to be exact, from James.

Y/n’s smile was enough of an indication of how much joy was coursing through her veins right that instant.

Maybe birthdays aren’t so bad after all……

The rest of the day was warm and merry, feeling a little like Christmas came early with the amount of butterbeer Y/n, Lily and Marlene had at Hogsmeade. Not to mention the presents…

There was So. Many. Presents.

It wasn’t like this the previous years; being the marauders’ special one meant Y/n had a whole lot more social connections now and of course her new friends were kind enough to make this special day even more special for her.

Even Sirius’ brother, Regulus, got her a pretty notebook.

Y/n’s day would’ve been very different had the marauders not fallen in love with her first. She was grateful for them and how much their love had influenced her life.

* * *

“Hey Y/n…” Lily tapped her shoulder before passing her a neatly wrapped gift. “Got it from Dorcas, who got it from Pandora… who said it’s from Barty but he was lazy to– Nevermind. It’s for you from—”

“Happy Birthday Y/n!” 

Y/n read the pretty green card, eyes going wide as she continued reading.

“Hope you had a good one. Love from… 

“Severus Snape???”

what do you think Snape's present is? :)

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Star Lab - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x Yearning!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Hand job, oral (male receiving), Soft!Rafe, Frat!Rafe, hair pulling, public oral (briefly)

📖 based off an ask: masturbating frat Rafe in class 🫦

✨ Rafe lets out a dark chuckle, tossing his head back on the reclined seat. “You’re a naughty little thing. Aren’t you, baby girl? This is just foreplay. Yeah? You gonna let me hit it tonight?” ✨

1k

Reader’s POV:

The lights fall low, darkness closing in around you as a wash of stars light up the sky. You relax in your chair, popping in an AirPod, shuffling your Spotify, and waiting for the lecture to begin. It’s quiet and peaceful, just a hush of conversation humming around you… Until it’s not. You hear his laugh, the sleepy drawl of his voice, shooting the shit with his frat brothers as they file into the lecture hall.

“I’m gonna sit by y/n. A’ight?” He whispers to his friend, but his voice carries as usual. The sound of your name leaving his lips still gives you butterflies. He doesn’t give two shits about college, yet somehow, he seems to do well. One of those people who succeeds with minimal effort; all effort he pays during class is directed toward you.

“Hi, beautiful,” he rasps. You look up from your seat, watching Rafe as he looks down at you. He looks good, he always does, sporting a black t-shirt and matching backward hat. His grey sweats hang low on his hips, tucked into high-top Nike sneakers.

“Hi, Rafe,” you greet him with a smile as you lean into your armrest, waiting for him to sit.

“How was your day, princess?” The boy croons as he falls into the seat, instantly spreading his thighs wide.

“Great. Just class all day. And you?” You ask. Even with the dim lighting, you can see him watching your lips, studying your pretty features.

“Good as always. You coming by tonight?”

“Anything But Clothes party?”

“Mhmm…” He smirks. “I mean, you look pretty good right now. Hate to see you take this off,” he mumbles as he rubs the hem of your dress between his rough fingers. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Wrapping paper,” you giggle, watching a smile creep across his lips.

“Makes sense,” he cheeses, adjusting his hat on his head.

“How so?”

“You gonna make me get all mushy? I can do that for you.”

“Mhmm…” You hum as you lean in a little closer.

“A’ight,” he chuckles. “‘Cause whoever is gonna be lucky enough to tear it off your body will get a gift… you, obviously,” Rafe rasps, his voice trailing away slightly at the end. His cockiness fleets momentarily as you pull some sweetness out of him. “I’m sure that pussy’s a fuckin’ gift.” You let out a flirty little gasp at his naughty words. “M’I wrong?” You can feel yourself blushing. Luckily, the room is dark. You bite your lip, holding back an all-too-wide smile. “I’m not. I know it.” He mumbles. Heat radiates from your neck as his lips meet your skin for the first time. Making you bite back a needy whine.

“Rafe…” You whisper. “We’re in class.”

“You’re very observant, Y/n,” Rafe teases. “We’re also in the back. This okay? I can stop if you’d like-”

“No,” you answer fast. Rafe’s large hand grips your bare thigh, tracing higher. You feel a throbbing between your thighs, your needy pussy positively soaked for Rafe already. “Wait.”

“Shit. Sorry,” he puffs.

“You first. Then me. Just in case we get caught.”

“What the fuck?” Rafe protests through a soft chuckle as he buries his face on your neck, kissing your smooth skin again.

“Please… I’m just nervous. I’m not gonna be able to cum if I’m in my head,” you whisper.

“Well, we can’t have that,” he mumbles before biting down on your skin. “You gonna stroke my cock, baby? What if we make a mess?” He asks as his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, leading you to the answer he wants.

“I’ll swallow it.”

Rafe lets out a dark chuckle, tossing his head back on the reclined seat. “You’re a naughty little thing. Aren’t you, baby girl? This is just foreplay. Yeah? You gonna let me hit it tonight?”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe?” He flirts.

“Maybe,” you whisper as you walk your fingers over, tracing up the print of his cock, stamped on the cozy cotton material.

“Fuck, baby. A’ight,” he rasps. He smirks as your fingers meet the waistband, slipping under the elastic. You run your finger along it, teasing him, feeling his ab muscles flex below your touch.

Your hand plunges in, landing on top of his thick cock, making your eyes expand. Fuck he’s huge… You turn your head in his direction, catching a smirk. Rafe is fully aware of his size; absolutely loving your reaction.

You lean in, Rafe, meeting you in the middle. “Still a maybe, princess?” He smiles against your lips as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock flipping it up.

“I might let you take me here, Cameron.”

“Well, Shit,” he groans. You draw his sweatpants down just enough to wet him with some spit, catching it with your fist as you start to stroke as you hide your sin under the cotton again. Rafe eyes roll back as he relaxes in his seat again, looking up at the star-sprinkled sky. Moving your hands counterclockwise, you twist and turn; his cock is firm and warm. He takes hold of your thigh. A breathy, low moan tumbles from his lips.

“Fuck,” he sighs as he leans closer, turning his body to get a little more contact. His hand rests on your chest, squeezing your breast, slipping into the top of your dress to graze your nipple, circling it with his ringed finger. “Can’t wait to see these tits, y/n. You wet, princess? Bet you’re so fuckin’ wet f’me.”

“M’so wet. Feels good?” You breathe.

“So fucking good,” he hums, bringing his hands up to your cheek to guide you to his lips. Rafe starts to thrust into your hand a little as your kiss deepens, his breathing quickening with each passing second. “You gonna cum for me?” You mumble against his lips. Your words elicit a moan, rumbling against your mouth as you start to feel him quake in your hand.

“I’m right there…” Rafe grabs his sweatpants with one hand, his other drifting in your hair. Tugging them down enough for his cock to swing out. His grip tightens on your strands, pressing your head between his thighs. “Oh, fuckk-” You wrap your lips around his cock, creating a suction that has him spurting instantly. He digs his heel into the floor, choking back a moan as his warm cum hits the back of your throat in a heavy load. You swallow it all, feeling his grip loosen; his cock pulsing on your tongue.

Rafe lifts you off his dick, throwing his head back as he lets out a satisfied sigh. “Goddamn.”

“Yeah?”

“Your turn.”

[devildomditzy]

Finally, some peace and quiet after such a chaotic day! You practically leap out of your RAD uniform and into some pajamas as the night begins to fall, crashing face first onto your plush bed. It’s warm, with the fuzzy comforter the twins gifted you, and soft, with the various stuffed creatures given to you by the brothers and angels alike. You snuggle in further, allowing the dark tendrils of sleep creep in, beginning to drift off after such a long-

*thunk*

After such a long, agonizing da-

*thunk*

A-After such a long, agoni-

*thunk*

Ignore it and it will go away-

*thunk*

Nope, you’re not moving from this spo-

*thunk*

Ugh.

You knew you shouldn’t have shown him that cheesy romcom from your home realm.

Sighing, you stand up slowly, wiping the sleep from your eyes and making your way over to the room’s large ornate window. Honestly, you should have known he was up to something when he wasn’t attached to your hip on the way home.

Pulling back the curtains, you see Mammon, small stone in hand winding up to take another pot shot at your window. Upon realizing you’ve finally stirred, his face elates, letting the rock in his hand fall to the ground as his eyes shine with anticipation. He’s almost like a puppy, excited to grab your attention.

You pick up the large golden hook from its resting place and lift up, allowing the window panes to be pushed open and outwardly towards the source of your annoyance.

“Yo!”, he smiles widely, self assured that his plan was working.

“What are you doing?”, you question back, wanting to get to the point of this charade and get back to your pillowy slumber.

“What’s it look like I’m doin’! I’m bein’ romantic!”

You snort at his comment. Seems like he’s not gonna beat around the bush this time.

“Uh huh, so you decided to throw rocks at my window…for romance?”

“Nah, that part ‘s just to get yer attention! Now c’mon, we’re sneakin out!”

You give him a quick once over then look back down to yourself, already in your night clothes and ready to pass, quiet frankly, the fuck out.

“You expect me to sneak out looking like this?”

“Course not! But how was I supposed to know you were goin’ to bed already like some loser!”

You feign a hurt expression, bringing a hand up to your chest, “So you’re trying to convince me to sneak out with you by calling me a loser? Well, so much for romance!”, you say, turning up your nose and beginning to close the window back.

“Oi! Hey! No! Don’t ya dare close that window on me!”

“Oh yeah? Or what? You gonna come throw rocks at my door instead? Prrrretty sure Lucifer would loooove that!”

“Argh- Alright! I’m sorry for callin ya a loser, ‘kay? Now would ya please get ready to go? Car’s runnin’ an’ our reservation’s at si-”

He seems to kick himself mentally for letting that last part slip.

“Oh? Reservations you say? Maybe you do know how to be romantic after all~”, you tease as his face gradually turns redder.

“That part…was ‘ppose to be a surprise”, he sighs, cursing himself under his breathe.

You giggle at his flustered state. He could be so cute without realizing it, and the fact that he had put so much effort into this surprise had your heart reeling enough to shake off the rest of your drowsiness.

“Alright, I’m coming. Just, gimme a few minutes to get changed?”, you smile softly at his nervous mannerisms as he runs his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time.

“Make it quick, or I’m leavin’ without ya!”, he bites back with a smirk, confidence seeming to return to him.

You can’t hold back the laugh that comes out at that statement. “Oh please, we both know you wouldn’t dare.”

“An’ we both know you wouldn’t have any fun without me!”

You give a lighthearted scoff and turn back to shut the window.

“O-Oi, what’d ya doin?”, he questions, worry beginning to settle on his face.

“Well you can’t watch me get changed pervert!”, you laugh as the comment makes his stuttering worse.

He quickly glances away from you, finding himself unable to maintain eye contact any longer.

“M-meet me round back in five, got it?!”, he calls out to you before sprinting out of view, presumably to where he’d backed his car out to. “Ya damn nuisance!”

Time spent with Mammon may not be the most relaxing, usually involving you running from Lucifer, or Casino security, or both, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Poseidon x Y/N x Yandere Hades Spicy

Hello, my loves, this request is the combination of about 3 different requests, as they all basically asked for the same thing! I hope you all enjoy it!

-You had been stunned when not one but two of the most powerful gods in Valhalla both started vying for your attention, wanting you to be their queen.

-They were brothers, which did concern you as you didn’t want them to fight, but as brothers, they tolerated each other more compared to other men who had come around you.

-Hades and Poseidon seemed content on keeping you to themselves, gifting you with lavish presents, doting on you, and giving you everything you had ever desired, only wanting your love in return.

-While aggressive against others, they were only competitive against each other, seeing who could woo you first, seeing who’s gift you liked better, not realizing you were getting frazzled.

-You were torn, as you were worried that you had to choose, as you loved them both, the two persistent gods had managed to worm their way into your heart.

-When you started to shy away from them, trying to avoid them, they were quick to realize why, learning that you loved them both so much, but you couldn’t choose, you didn’t want to, and you weren’t going to. If you had to choose then you would choose neither of them, not willing to hurt the two men that you loved.

-Learning this, seeing your kindness and love for them, not willing to hurt either of them, made them melt and the two approached you, telling you that they don’t mind sharing you if you would just be with them.

-You agreed and while you were happy, they were still competitive with each other, constantly trying to one-up one another, just without the threat of death unlike other foolish men who had tried to approach you.

-They treated you so delicately, like you were the most precious jewel in both the underworld and the ocean, one that needed constant protection.

-This protection, although sweet, had a dark side, they wouldn’t let you go out without one or the both of them by your side, keeping you hidden away, slowly isolating you from your friends, to keep you all to themselves.

-They wanted to keep you happy, as they had seen you looking longingly towards the other sections of the pantheon, so they did everything they could to dote on you, showering you with so much love and affection to help make up the lack of interaction with others.

-You needed more in this life with them, and Poseidon and Hades were quick to come up with a solution, putting a baby inside you, but the question was, who would knock you up first?

-Sharp gasps and pants left your lips as you nearly tore the sheets with your grips as you were being coaxed through another orgasm, your sixth of the night.

-You were covered in kiss marks, bite marks, you lips and nipples were swollen, and you felt so lightheaded as your core throbbed, almost painfully so as Poseidon slowly pulled out, relishing the whine from your lips as his cum gushed out of you.

-You had been pumped full by each of them twice, each time being brought to your own peak, to help squeeze every drop you could out of them, and this was only after being put in an oral devil’s three-way, sitting on Hades’ face as his wicked tongue had you screaming, or would have you screaming if you hadn’t been almost choking on Poseidon’s cock.

-Their praise was making you melt, each kiss had your eyes spinning, each touch lit a fire beneath your skin, you were begging for them to stop, or at least you thought you were, as you were unable to form words any longer.

-Hades and Poseidon knew you were struggling to stay away before Poseidon pecked your cheeks softly as you sat on his lap, “One more time and we’re done for the night~ do you think you can take both of us?”

-Your core clenched tightly as Hades’ hands pinched your nipples lightly, knowing they were now tender as he hugged you from behind, nibbling up your ear, biting softly as you moaned softly.

-They were slow to enter you, Poseidon holding their cocks together, his grip tight, making the brothers wince slightly as they were sensitive as well, while Hades held you carefully, one arm around your waist, stretching up to your chest while the other was between your legs, holding you open.

-The sting didn’t hurt as bad as you originally thought as you slowly sank down, your arms around Poseidon’s neck as you moaned loudly at the feeling.

-When you tensed the two men groaned, sending a shiver up your spine as Hades’ hands gripped your hips, “You’re gonna kill us!”

-Slowly, at first, they would take turns thrusting up into you, you felt so full, stuffed to the brim, the friction making you tilt your head back, Hades hand sliding around your neck, cupping your face lightly while Poseidon sucked at your nipples, the pain making you much more sensitive.

-Poseidon gave a hard thrust after you reached out, grabbing his hair a bit tightly and you couldn’t tell if you shrieked or not, your body tensing and almost instantly they started to ravage you, each thrust driving the air from your lungs, leaving you lightheaded as your nails bit into his shoulder and Hades’ arm.

-You don’t remember cumming again, but you must have, as did they, because you woke up hours later, bathed and dressed in a soft nightgown, the two men passed out on either side of you.

-You couldn’t feel your legs and you couldn’t walk for two days, something you pouted over but your lovers waited on you hand and food.

-Nine months later, you gave birth to twins, which the brothers were arguing over who’s they were, even betting while you were getting cleaned up with help from your maids and the midwife, after you kicked them out of the room for making bets.

-When they entered they could only gawk, seeing a set of boys, both with the piercing blue eyes the brothers shared, one with bright blond hair and a smile on his face while the other had silvery white hair with a stoic glare, each son the perfect blend of each of them.

-They groaned, each pulling out a large bill and handing it to the midwife, who knew you were having twins, and she joined the bet shortly before you kicked your husbands out while you were giggling softly, exhausted but happy to have your children in your arms as your husbands were quick to join you by your side, admiring your children.

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 13: Birthday Surprises

Prompt: "That's not the point"

A surprise birthday party for Mulder - thrown by someone you might not expect. Rating: T, wc: 1,512

This is a birthday story for @randomfoggytiger! It's got fluff, baby William, and Bill Jr.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

“We need to talk.” It’s good that he’s just put William to bed because her words make him drop the dirty diaper.

“What happened?” he asks, searching her face. His first thought is the big, fat D’s. Death. Divorce. Disease. He rakes his brain; she’s been fine yesterday, and every day before that. And they’re fairly happy, too. He’s sure of that.

“I got a call from my mom,” Scully says, taking his hand and leading him away from the nursery, toward the living room and the couch. So it’s ‘let’s sit down’ news. His hand feels ice-cold but if it is, Scully doesn’t mention it. A call from her mother could mean anything. The two big contenders are now death and disease.

“Is she- is she sick?” Mulder stammers.

“Hm? No. Mulder, you’re shaking.” She holds both his hands in hers even though his are so much bigger.

“You said we need to talk. I’m not expecting good news,” he admits.

“Oh, Mulder,” Scully says with a soft laugh. “I shouldn’t have just dropped this on you.” Like he dropped William’s used diaper. It’s still just sitting there, waiting. Much like Mulder here on this couch. “Relax, please. It’s nothing like what you’re imagining. Mom called to inform me that they’ve planned a surprise party for you.”

“A what?”

“A surprise birthday party.” Scully sighs, leaning her head against Mulder’s shoulder. “For you,” she adds, unnecessarily. After all, his birthday is in three days. For the first time in a while, he’s anticipating it. He could do without growing older, but this is his first birthday as a dad. It’s the first time they’re celebrating something together with William, apart from his birth.

“Why?” Scully sighs again and he’s learned that’s not a good sign.

“It’s Bill.”

“Bill? As in Bill Jr.? Your big brother who hates me?”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Scully says, playing with his fingers. He’s no longer shaking and the blood has returned to his extremities. “I think this is his way of apologizing.”

“A surprise birthday party?” He shouldn’t have feared the big D’s. Now it’s big, old brother Bill Jr. he needs to worry about.

“Mom wasn’t supposed to say anything, but she wanted to make sure we didn’t have any other plans.”

“Let’s make plans,” Mulder says. “It’s not too late.”

“It is now. I said we’re home. They all want to meet Will.”

“Who is ‘they’, Scully? How many people are we talking? Will anyone I know and like be at my birthday party?”

“Will and I will be there.” He loves it when she makes a joke, but right now he can’t appreciate it. “My mom, Bill, and his family. A few others.”

“A few others,” Mulder parrots and Scully nods slowly.

“She said she’s not sure how many people will show up.” She bites her lip, glancing up at him. It’s true that they haven’t made any plans, but he’d secretly hoped that they could sleep in. Or as long as William would let them. Have breakfast together as their small family. As though reading his mind, Scully leans up and kisses his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “But here’s something you’ll love. My mom is making you pumpkin pie.” He smiles down at her. He does love Mrs. Scully’s pies.

“Hm.”

“You love pie.”

“That’s not the point.” He leans over, kissing her lips. “But we’ll make it work.”

What choice do they have?

*

This isn’t the first he dreads a birthday; he’s merely thought this year would be different. Two decades ago, for three years in a row, all he wanted for his birthday was to open the door and for his baby sister to be there, grinning at him and yelling surprise.

After that third year – the year his father forgot the day altogether – Mulder gave up. The day became a day like any other. It didn’t matter. Not until Scully. Every year, she brought him a little gift. Even that first year when they barely knew each other. No matter where they were, no matter what else was going on, she always remembered.

A surprise birthday party isn’t the end of the world. Not even one thrown by Bill Scully Jr. It’s been a while since he’s last seen the man. Being dead does have its advantages, too. Scully sent him out an hour ago, not pretending it was for any reason except that the guests could slip in and surprise him upon his return. Scully had kissed him for so long that William had grown impatient in his arms.

That hour has passed in record time and now it’s time to go home. William – strapped to his chest – is half asleep after having seen squirrels and a duck at the park. At least his son is happy, no matter what else will happen today.

“Will,” Mulder says quietly as he reaches for the key in his pocket. “I hope you’re ready. I know I’m not.” He unlocks the door, taking a deep breath.

“Surprise!” A choir of voices greets him and Mulder puts on his best and biggest grin, acting surprised. However, they forgot to let William in on the secret. He hiccups and stuffs his hand in his mouth, drawing several awws from the guests. Then, without any warning whatsoever, he starts wailing.

“Hey, hey,” Mulder says, trying to soothe him.

“Poor baby,” someone says and Mulder nods, for the split of a second believing they mean him. Scully takes the baby from him, who calms down when he sees his mother wearing a colorful, silly party hat. Without his son in his arms, he’s free to be attacked – and people do. Maggie Scully is the first to hug him and press a kiss on his cheek. Then a bunch of women Mulder has never seen in his life proceed to do the same. A few men shake his hand and Mulder just nods and plays along.

“Finally someone I know,” he says when he sees Skinner.

“Mrs. Scully invited me.” And he seems positively tickled by it. “Happy birthday, Mulder,” he says, patting him on the back. That leaves Bill Scully Jr. The other man is wearing a party hat, too. It’s crooked on his head, making him look ridiculous – and like someone who won’t kill him after all.

“Happy birthday, Fox,” he says. Scully’s brother is uncertain whether to hug him or shake his hand and so they perform an awkward dance that ends with their shoulders bumping. “Can I call you Fox? Mom does it.”

“It’s fine,” he says.

“I, um, realize this is not- I figured you’re part of the family now, and well, birthday parties are what we do. Surprised Dana once in college and that was not- not the best idea.” When Bill smiles at him, Mulder warms up the man. His smile reminds him not only of his favorite Scully but also of Melissa. He knows Scully has been missing her sister even more after having William. And Bill is making an effort. He’s trying, so Mulder will be too.

“Thank you, Bill,” he says. “Birthdays haven’t always been easy for me, but I’ve heard a rumor that your mother made pumpkin pie.” The other man’s eyes light up.

“You’re a pie fan, too, huh? Maybe we should talk.”

And that’s what they do. As it turns out, Bill Jr. isn’t an asshole – or not as big an asshole as Mulder might have thought. He meets baby Matthew who – as the boy himself declares – is no longer a baby. He talks to various Scully family members who all knew about him and whose names he’s never even heard. At one point, Scully joins him, standing close to him and stroking his back.

Later, after everyone’s left and most of the chaos is taken care of, Mulder joins Scully in bed where she’s nursing William.

“He slept through most of the party,” Mulder says, sounding envious.

“Are you tired?” Scully asks him quietly, a hand on his arm, and he just nods. “Did you have any fun at all today?”

“I did,” he replies honestly. “Your brother can be fun, Scully.”

“He has his moments.” She’s smiling.

“We’re gonna play basketball on Christmas,” Mulder muses. “Weather permitting. And well, if I’m invited.”

“Why wouldn’t you be invited?”

“I’m not an official member of the Scully family, am I?” He’s asked her. Several times. As much as Bill Jr. may like him now, Mulder is sure that he’d prefer if he made an honest woman of his sister. So does Mulder. He wants to show the world that it’s them. Mulder and Scully, partners in everything.

“You’ll always be a member of my family,” Scully says. “Whether we ever make it official or not.”

“Did I hear a maybe to my marriage proposal?”

“It’s more than a maybe,” she whispers, leaning over to gently kiss him.

“This has been one of my favorite birthdays,” he admits quietly, gazing up at her.

“Let’s make it even better,” she says, kissing him.

[azsazz]

Unwrapped

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Ok, if you can write closer to Christmas (or now), reader and Az family Christmas and the kids fighting to open presents and we definitely want Zuzu yelling at Baz "DROP MY GIFT NOW"

Warnings: None. Fluff.

Word Count: 2,661

Notes: Note quite Christmas but Starfall. Happy Holidays to you all! 💙

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“Incoming in three…two…one…”

Each number closer to zero is met with a press of your mate's lips against your own. A blissful way to wake up, until your horde of children burst into your room, shattering the calm morning.

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! It’s Starfall,” Zuzu squeals, racing into the room with her brothers hot on her heels. She’s the loudest so she’s in charge of rousing her parents from their sleep.

You nuzzle your head into Azriel’s neck who holds you tighter around the waist in return.

“Do you think they know we’re awake?” you try and can feel his smile against your temple.

“Yes, mommy, we know you’re awake,” Baz answers for you, unamused. Damn those shadows.

You roll onto your back, keeping your hand tucked in Azriel’s as you assess all of your children. 

The two oldest, Wren and Baz, are carrying the two youngest against their hips like they’d been doing so much more recently. Wren must’ve taken the twins out of their cribs to join in on what seems to be becoming a tradition; waking their parents up on Starfall morning to open their gifts.

Zuzu and Jax must be on waking you and your mate duty as they’re already climbing up into your bed. Your oldest daughter, ever the determined one, uses all of her strength to pull herself up onto the plush bed, only slipping once.

She bounds over to Azriel’s side, abandoning her younger brother, and steps on your legs in the process.

Jax’s face is scrunched up in the cutest way as he watches Zuzu maneuver her way across the strewn limbs of her parents before his wide eyes settle on you, staring at you just like Azriel does sometimes. The kind of look you get where you’re supposed to know exactly what he wants.

You counter it with your own stare, facing off with your fourth born. His eyes barely peek over the edge of the bed, little hands fisting the sheets in his grasp and you know he’s standing up on his little tiptoes by the way he wobbles every so often. You bite back your smile, leaning over to scoop him up from the floor.

“Is the sun even up?” you groan playfully, smoothing back Jax’s hair. He makes a sigh of contentment, immediately burrowing into the warm space he’d wedged himself between you and your mate. You know the rest of your eager children had woken him up for this. “Because I feel like it’s not.”

“Mommy,” Baz whines, readjusting Knox on his hip. You can’t help but puff out a laugh, sharing an amused look with Azriel. Your second oldest looks everything like you right now; hip jutted out with Knox resting there, the tranquil babe lying his head on his brother's shoulder. The knowing look he’s sending you is an exact replica of the face you make when they’re doing something they shouldn’t be. “We can’t sleep!”

Zuzu’s taken position, jumping on the bed by her father. Ever the safeguard, Azriel rolls away from you, his heart jumping in his chest because she’s not only being reckless with his wings so close to where her tiny feet are pounding into the bed, but how she’s so close to the edge and can tumble off at any moment.

She giggles when he snatches her up, pressing kisses to the apples of her cheeks.

Wren is the first to break because Malos makes a startling noise in his arms. His parents have already captured two of the six of them and their bed looks so warm and comfortable and he forgot to put on his socks this morning because he was too excited about presents and now he can hardly feel his toes. Maybe if he presses them against the warmth of his fathers back it will help drive his daddy from the bed…

“Wren,” Baz exclaims, watching how his oldest brother plops Malos down onto the bed before climbing up right after her. “What are you doing?”

Wren shrugs, sidling right up against Az’s side, lounging contently next to his father while he tickles Zuzu, “Sorry Baz, my toes are cold.”

To emphasize, he presses them flush to Azriel’s bare skin, which causes him to grab onto Zuzu and Malos as he flinches, which causes Jax in the middle to startle, whimpering in his cocoon of warmth, which in turn makes you give Azriel that exact look Baz had entered the room with.

Azriel laughs as your second oldest protests.

“But the presents–”

“The presents can wait Bazzy,” you respond, opening your arms up for the rest of your boys, “Come on. I know you want cuddles too.”

“I want presents,” he protests, taking a step closer to the door. He’s stubborn, you’ll give it to him, hazel eyes hard with determination. He looks down at the youngest sibling, murmuring into his mused hair, “C’mon Knoxie, you and me will go open presents.”

But when Knox makes grabby hands towards you there’s nothing he can do. Even though his older brother and Zuzu had been adamant about wanting to tear into the nicely wrapped presents without their parents, they’ve betrayed him and are cozied up in the large bed with them.

He should’ve talked her out of starting without you and Az.

“Traitor,” he whispers against Knox’s forehead, but he doesn’t mean it. It’s followed by a sweet kiss to his brother’s smooth skin who offers him a wobbly grin and a pinch to his cheek in return.

He passes Knox to you who immediately settles onto your chest, beaming at the rest of his siblings already tucked up with you and Azriel. He pats Jax’s head who’s almost back asleep again, gently brushing his hair with his chubby one-year-old hands.

Baz reluctantly follows, the last of the six to arrive. He tugs the blanket over himself, leaning his head against your shoulder, pouting. You rest your head against his, poking his jutting pink lip until he sighs, grabbing your hand to move it from his face and clutching it tightly in his own.

“I want to open presents, mom.”

“I know baby,” you respond just as softly because now he’s whispering like he doesn’t want his siblings to hear. “Let’s give it a few minutes, yeah?”

He sighs but agrees, “Okay. But I get to open the first present, right?”

“I think you might have to fight Zuzu for that honor, baby.” The two of you turn to watch your daughter who’s currently wrestling with her oldest brother. Wren’s laughing but you can tell it’s a bit nervous because his sister is not holding back.

“Cut it out, you two,” you scold, hitting Azriel lightly on the chest because he’s lying there watching the battle unfold, proud as ever.

“Hey,” he whines and your children have definitely picked that up from him. He carefully leans over Jax to press an apology kiss to your lips.

Your children groan in unison and it makes you smile against your mate’s mouth as they scramble from the bed. The cuddles were short lived because they’re dragging Knox and Malos out of you and Azriel’s arms, already cheering and yelling about opening presents once again.

Azriel curses softly against your mouth, “Sorry, my Love. I ruined it because I can’t stay away from you.”

You hum, reveling in the feeling of his lips on yours and the warmth down the bond. “It’s alright,” you brush the hair back from his face, admiring the loving look in his gleaming eyes and the soft smile on his face, “Just means that you’re on cleaning duty.”

Azriel huffs, “Think I can talk Wren into doing it?”

You laugh wholeheartedly because Wren would help his father if he asked. Azriel’s his hands tighten around your waist at the sound.

“We better go before Baz and Zuzu tear the house apart,” you sigh, a lazy smile on your face from your cheeky mate. It melts into a wince as you hear the two of them arguing loudly downstairs.

“Happy Starfall, Love.”

“Happy Starfall, Az.”

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

You and Azriel make your way downstairs hand in hand, sweet murmurs of your plans for the day. Presents, a nice big family breakfast, followed by cleaning up the strewn about present wrappings and preparing the food while your children play, waiting for the rest of the Inner Circle to come over later in the day.

You and your mate had always wanted to host a Starfall party for your family and friends and with Knox and Malos finally stumbling around on their own you thought it was the perfect year. Your home is still new and large enough not only for your own family but for the rest of it as well, a large yard with a nice patio to watch the stars shooting across the sky. To say that you were excited was an understatement. 

You’d sat outside with Azriel under the stars plenty of times since you’d moved in, and with your home being on the outskirts of the city you were convinced that the stars were so much brighter out here. You loved to gather all of your children around on the warm summer nights and point out different star clusters, telling them stories around the bonfire while snacking on delicious treats.

And now you’ll have a winter tradition as well.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

You walk into the room of pure chaos.

Wren has pushed the coffee table out of the way, sitting with Knox and Malos on the carpet who are clapping, your youngest daughter babbling as they watch Baz and Zuzu argue over a gift.

You share a look with Azriel, giving him a soft nod and a squeeze to his hand. 

Ready to be in parent mode.

Jax pads up to the both of you, his lower lip wobbling due to all of the heightened emotions in the room. He’s attuned to the feelings of others and at his young age he doesn’t understand how to differentiate between his and other’s emotions, often resulting in an overwhelmed babe.

Rhysand had said he was showing signs of being an empath, being as introverted as he is and highly sensitive to how others are feeling, along with the fact that your fourth born seemed more content playing by himself rather than with his siblings and cousins.

The fact that the only other arms he felt content in being in are Amren’s was surely a sign, calm in the apathetic females hold.

“Come here buddy,” Azriel greets, scooping the babe into his arms and cradling him close. He runs a soothing hand through his hair and presses kisses into his hair, taking a moment just to be with Jax, letting the child feel his own undisturbed emotions, letting his love wash over the little boy, who you watch visibly relax in his fathers arms.

You love how Azriel is with the kids.

“It has my name on it,” Baz draws your attention, arguing with Zuzu, trying to rip the gift out of her hands.

“No, it’s mine! Drop it now Baz!”

“Hey,” you take action, mommy mode on, letting Jax and Azriel have their moment so maybe he’ll want to participate with unwrapping gifts. “No fighting or no one’s getting gifts.”

Wren spring up before you can make it all the way, snagging the gift from both of their hands. His brother and sister protest like yowling cats but he doesn’t care, reading the tag on the box instead. He’ll be damned if they ruin opening gifts for the entire family.

“Sorry, Bazzy, this one is for Zuz,” he hands the gift to his sister, who sticks her tongue out at Baz in response.

Wren’s already digging around in the pile of presents for one with Baz’s name on it though, pulling one out with a yelp of excitement and handing it to his younger brother, “This one’s for you, B!”

“Sweet,” Baz gawps, taking the gift from his brother before waving it in his sister's face, “And look at that, it’s bigger than yours, Zuz!”

The glare he gets in response makes him back down real fast.

.·:·.☽ ✦ ☾.·:·.

Jax has fallen asleep again, curled up with the stuffed Suriel he was gifted, the sudden rush of emotions from the morning had exhausted him.

You worry for him, but know that Azriel will do everything in his power to make sure that Jax stays comfortable and safe, getting the help he needs when he’s old enough to understand his own gifts.

Azriel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

It was an eventful morning, wrapping strewn about and six happy children. There’s nothing more you can ask for, this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

“I didn’t give you your present, Love,” Azriel’s voice is soothing and soft but the pinch you receive to your hind is not.

You yelp, hand automatically wrapping around his wrist to stop his cheeky antics. Your eyes widen with warning but the saccharine scent sweeping off of you betrays your true feelings, the swoop in your stomach, weak from just a single touch from your mate, even after all of these years.

“I need to get into the kitchen,” your cheeks pink up at the look he’s giving you when you turn in his arms, a suggestive smile to match that glimmer in his eyes, “I have seven hungry mouths to feed.”

You lean into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him there as you admire him, loving the feeling of his body pressed up against yours, that familiar hardening against your leg.

“Let me help you then,” he gives you a long kiss, thumbing across your cheek in a loving manner.

You pull apart as your oldest daughter comes running into the room, skidding to a halt where you’re tangled with your mate, looking up at the both of you with the face you recognize as the one Azriel can never say no to.

You wait, watching amused as Zuzu begs Azriel to play with her new dolls with her until her cousins come over.

Azriel looks at you helplessly and you can’t help but smile softly at him, “Go.” You pat his ass once, twice. He melts, giving you a grateful kiss in return before he reaches down for his daughter's hand.

“You sure?” he asks but Zuzu is already dragging him away.

You laugh, shrugging, “I’ll ask Wrennie and Baz if they want to help.”

“Help what mommy?” Baz perks up, cheeks going cherry red when you shoot him a look because he knows he’s not supposed to be eavesdropping with his shadows. 

“Sorry,” he utters bashfully, waving a stuffed toy that rattles in front of Knox and Malos.

You approach your other children, the two oldest trying to distract the youngest so they can sneak away and play with their own new toys.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to help me with breakfast?”

They both light up at your question, beaming at each other. Baz is a natural in the kitchen, always wanting to help in some way, shape, or form, wanting to learn anything and everything about cooking and Wren just loves to be included no matter what the task.

You scoop up Malos, bringing her new toy with her. Wren helps by wrangling Knox into his arms as Baz races towards the kitchen, buzzing with excitement. Jax is still snoozing peacefully and you’ll put the twins in their chairs while you and your boys cook as you’ve done many times before. Jax will come find the rest of you when he’s good and ready, most likely he’ll be looking for sleepy cuddles, his and your favorite.

“So, what will it be boys, pancakes or waffles?”

[blazingstar400]

[Clavell trying to understand everyone better]

Clavell: Tell me about your friend group, Florian.

Florian: If I explain all that we’re gonna be here for a while… where do I even start?

Florian: Hm… well… I guess I can go ahead and start with Carmine. She’s tough, smart, hot-headed, hard to read, and scary as heck sometimes. But I think she’s secretly nice.

[Flashback]

Carmine: Tell me who has me for Secret Santa.

Juliana: What? Noooo! That takes all the fun out of it!

Carmine: *glares daggers at her*

Juliana: It’s me. I got you a scarf. It’s blue and ugly. I can return it if you wan—

Carmine, snatches the gift before she can finish: Well now it’s my blue and ugly scarf! Back off!!

[End of flashback]

Florian: Next I guess is Nemona. She’s hyperactive. Not the most brilliant, but she works harder than anyone else. She doesn’t have the best aim or grip on things though.

[Flashback, Nemona unwraps a muffin, then drops it on the ground.]

Nemona: Awww shoot! My muffin!

[As she picks it up, she smacks her head on the table.]

Nemona: Ow! My head! My muffin and my head!

[End of flashback]

Florian: Penny’s probably the most brilliant when it comes to tech and stuff. She was the Leader of Team Star. Gets underestimated because of her looks, so she’s always trying to prove she’s tough.

[Flashback, Penny puts hot sauce on her sandwich. She looks up to see Florian watching her.]

Penny: You think I can’t handle this much hot sauce? I can handle way more than this. *she empties the hot sauce on her sandwich and takes a bite*

Penny, in agony: In... your... face.

Florian: ...I never said anything…

[End of flashback]

Clavell: What about Arven?

Florian: Arven’s probably like the big brother of our group. And he cooks for all of us. If it weren’t for him we’d probably all eat unhealthy or starve…

[Flashback]

Kieran: *is eating a chocolate bar*

Arven: *quickly snatches it out of his grasp and crushes it*

Kieran, now slightly annoyed: Hey!! I was eating that!!

Arven: Not on my watch!! You have been eating nothing but chocolate and candy for the past few days! Don’t you know how unhealthy that is??

Arven, bringing out a well seasoned salad: Here! This would be a lot better for you to eat!

Kieran: *looks down at the salad with a disgusted/grumpy look*

[End of flashback]

Florian: Kieran is the shy and sweet one in our group but at the same time… he’s also really emo and edgy. Also, I think he’s secretly down bad for Juliana but he’s in complete denial. He’d probably kill me if he figures out I told you so just don’t tell him I said that…

Meanwhile, Kieran is in his room petting Furret but suddenly pauses: Why do I feel like Florian is out there somewhere… telling my deepest, darkest secret?

Clavell: And Juliana?

Florian: Juliana’s the strongest trainer in our group. Also, she’s the one with the purest heart. Loves music, helping others, saving the world, stopping then forgiving bad guys, and solving puzzles. The only puzzle she hasn’t seemed to solved though... is how to grow up.

[Flashback]

Florian: Stay here while I get more supplies for our up coming trip okay?

Juliana, beaming: Don’t worry, Florian! I’m not going anywhere!

Florian, closing his eyes and sighing: You better. This store is like a maze. So just stick close to me so you don’t get lost okay?

Florian: …

Florian: Okay?

Florian: …

Florian, opening his eyes: …Juliana?

[He sees Juliana rushing off in the distance after a butterfly]

Juliana: Heeeey!! Come back here!!

Florian, watching with an unamused look: I should have known…

[End of flashback]

Florian: And finally there’s me. I’m really just a typical average person. Not much to say about me.

Florian:

Florian: Honestly, I feel like I’m the only normal person in my friend group….

[remuslupinbutcooler]

PUPPY LOVE..

The final and last chapter, i will continue writing , hopefully some of you will stay but it’s ok if not !! Maybe i’ll return to the Lost Boys writing fandom !!

* Time skip from the previous chapter since this is the last chapter and i want to give you all a small gift for the love and appreciate *

SMUT WARNING

NSFW

~~~~~~~~

The usual moonlight hit your body perfectly, it’s shadows contouring every inch of you and adding a light glow to your face ; highlighting your lips and making your eyes practically pop out .

“W-woah Doll..” David was the first to notice you. His eyes practically mimicked that of a cartoon character, heart eyes and over dramatic hand movements.

“Oh my.. we’re so lucky omg..please mamas..” Paul’s attention was now grasped from the joint to you. His eyes shinning like a puppy dog ; hopefully and ready to play.

“We are.. you got that right Pauly.” Marko shot up from his slouched position on the couch, his lips glistening with lust and excitement.

“You going anywhere tonight or can we have some time with you?” Dwayne emerged from the shadows, his eyes dancing along your figure . Hands over his chest, torso brought forward while his legs stayed pressed against the cave walls.

You giggled before motioning towards your body and the cloth that fitted tightly around it .

“You think i’d go out dressed like this ? I mean I would!! But maybe i’m just spoiling my boys ?” You playfully rolled your eyes before strutting around the cave , presenting yourself almost to the boys.

Paul followed behind , whining slightly. Even more like a puppy ; just lost and needy now.

“Please please please can i ? oh mamas don’t make me beg..” He trailed behind , his eyes glued to your ass. A primal glint hidden beneath his now golden eyes, his head practically faced the ceiling. He needed you. They all did.

“Pauly you’re really that desperate?” Marko laughed before turning to see his brothers reactions ; Dwayne loomed closer than before , a needy yet dominate glint hung in his eyes meanwhile David was practically clawing at his chair, desperation and lust causing him to whine beneath the weight of your hotness.

Marko was hard, teasing his pack was just his way of trying to distract himself from his urges. He wanted to rip that pretty cloth off and just take you for himself. He never prayed to anyone or anything before until now. He was praying you’d notice him and take his dick first. Just like you’d taken his lips first . He was your first and he intended to be until the end.

You made your way over to Marko, after all he was your fist and you needed him the post. He was softer and less aggressive than the others . You could easily take and handle him , he was the soft blow of sea before the waves and storm. You loved it.

His hands soon grasped at your hips before pulling you onto him. You fit perfectly onto his lap, you giggled. Being able to feel him beneath you, you liked this. Loved it even. It felt good knowing you made them this desperate. It felt even better having them pressed against your perfect little ass.

“Need…need you..” He rolled his hips against you. His head pressed against your neck , small bites and kisses danced their way against it.

“You have me..I’m here..” You kissed his forehead before moving your hand against his now growing erection. “So needy for me Marko..”

“You gonna fuck him in front of us?”

“You gonna touch yourselves if i do?”

“Maybe.. we’ll try not to..”

You giggled at the overall hornies of your boys.

Your hand reached for Marko, grasping at his erection making small pleas and whines escape his now wet lips. You moved at a slow pace, teasing him even more.

Marko whined before pressing his nails into your skin causing the tight perfect cloth on your body to tear and ladder practically revealing your hips which lay covered in bruises from past experiences with your boys. Marko smirked at the sight of your once perfect outfit now being ruined.

You rolled your eyes before climbing on top of him, your breasts pressed perfectly against his chest the friction causing a small whine to run out of your throat and bubble to the surface. You rolled off your panties before pushing Marko in. Causing moans from both of you . Marko threw his head back before biting his lip.

You bounced against him, the sound of skin slapping filling the cave and causing your audience to run their hands against their clothed erections. Markos fingers found the outline of your nipples and slowly moved against , you weren’t wearing a bra. Marko hummed as if to tell you the pace was good . You moaned out for him to carry on playing.

He was close , you’d been teasing him to the point it was almost edging. Marko didn’t last long , which was good unlike David or Dwayne who lasted longest. Sometimes even from nightfall to daylight.

“Mhm..gonna..I’m gonna..” Marko pushed you against him causing a hard moan to escape your now open mouth. “Keep going.fuck..!”

You carried on, your skin hitting his and causing the cave to become louder with the noises from both you and your boys.

“Fuck fuck..i’m-“ You cut him off, pressing your lips against his causing him to moan into your mouth .

His legs shook almost. You fucked good, too good.

You climbed off Marko, planting a small kiss onto his now sweat covered face.

“My turn.” Paul pushed you against a wall , pinning you almost. His tongue pressed against the sweet spots on your neck causing you to push yourself against him. Your body begged for the roughness of Paul. He was big and hit practically every spot . You’d cum within seconds, there was no doubt about it.

“Paul..don’t go easy..”

“Trust me sugar… it’s hard not to especially when you look so good..” His hand glided against your chest . “ Let’s just-“

You gasped at the ripping sound bouncing from the wall into the cave. Your breasts now lay exposed, the cold creasing your skin. Paul laughed before grabbing your thighs , pushing you up . You understood, wrapping your thighs around his hips. His slid himself in.

“Perfect pussy.” He purred before harshly fucking himself into you causing a pleasured mixed with slightly pained noise to erupt. He carried on , fucking you rougher with each thrust. The vibrations practically causing your stomach to fill with the all too familiar feeling of being on the edge of a high. You dug your nails into him, causing him to act faster.

“You close Babygirl? hm? Gonna cum all over daddy’s dick?” You nodded before moaning again. This caused Paul to fasten his pace . Your legs shook, the high filling you slowly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head , throat filling the cave with pretty yet pained moans. Your high caused Paul to reach his own, his hands grabbed at your ass before he fucked you faster. You’d be covered in rock like shaped bruises all along your back tomorrow.

Paul took him self out of you and carried you over to a now jealous David who’s hand lay against his dick. Pulling it , his eyes slammed shut. He was close or atleast it looked like it. You whined , alerting him that you were now there for him.

“You’re doing so well. So so well. Taking us all so well pretty baby. You think you can handle me and Dwayne hmm? “ His hand lifted your face , his voice softer than usual. You nodded before reaching out for him.

He pressed you onto the couch, positioning you into a sloppy like doggy style position. His pushed himself in without warning causing your eyes to fill with slight tears . Dwayne stood before you. Dick in one hand while his other stoked your face.

“ You’re so pretty like this.. think you’d look prettier with me inside too.. come on.. place that pretty little mouth on my dick.” David pressed into you more causing your mouth open perfectly for Dwayne.

Your tongue pressed against the tip of Dwayne’s dick, small moans vibrating against it , you bobbed your head up and down all while David thrusted hungrily into you. Both of the boys praised you , overstimulating your pretty little pussy and causing more moans to fill the cave.

David sped up while Dwayne moaned letting you know he was close.

“Atta girl.. so good for you daddys “

“that’s it.. just like that baby..”

Dwayne shook within you, his cum filling your mouth and sticking to the back of your throat. David however stayed silent, his hips pressed into your ass harshly letting you know he was at his end…

[captainzigo]

since I have been making my little pony comics for the past few months, I have basically forgotten what every single one of my duckverse comic prompts means. I had a big list full of one sentence prompts for duckverse comics that I was going to make, and I was reading through it yesterday, because I thought about making one. I was surprised to find out that I have no idea what any of them mean. instead of just deleting the list, I have decided to share with you. For what good it will do you. Think of this as a little shout out to the people who followed me for duckverse content. i havent forgotten about you. it’s also a little peek in my twisted mind. my horrible creation process. a behind the scenes look from hell. the list of prompts is below the break

max college fund

launchpad rescue hero

costco 22¢ per bite

house of mouse

door to darkness

because i’m hispanic?

donald cousins catch and release

fish wife

the greatest skateboard trick in the seven seas

backyardagins movie

evil versions boy band

gladstone gay moms

the poor part of town

private army of freaks vs my boys

you own the town. you are politics - what do you think taxes are for - not gladstone bail - id be doing everyone a favor

kids table is great actually

donald cry gold swim

beautiful gold moon

villains table

these lovebirds

gladstone can’t read

gladstone hyper specific thrift store shirt

louie seeing anyone right now?

managed my uncle’s finances

june dolls episode

may louie webs spy episode

house of mouse christmas hdl want to come

propeller cap start to turn. big wind. its a helicopter landing. thanks babe

double gay batteries

daisy likes donald snoring

if you can understand anything he says then yeah!

sora. quack pack. bald monkey

i respect your pronouns. i dont not respect YOU scrooge

why are you friends with my rival’s girlfriend

we’re sisters now too???

The dancing hacker - do you know how hard it is to lucid dream

are you guys playing dancing hacker?

how did you do that? Those dice were rigged i mean.

you guys were supposed to prepare a musical number every session

Lady in pink but with a knife

girl boss? No girl lady. But not a girl.

sephirof at the door. never seen Donald that serious in my life.

I have a superhero alter ego - like super Grover?

louie x robin the frog

daffy: i’m getting you a job in Hollywood, kid! You gonna make big times. Why? uh… i’m friends with your mom.

Duckburg community college is the only community college that does dance scholarship

duckberg community ducks, and the Duckburg University geese

in helicopter: you ever going to get tired of having our dates like this? no never.

donald take responsibility for our son! panchito what

babe your costume is terrible. why are you still in a sailor hat

tasha austin gay lesbian solidarity

hey webby! *glittery hands*

webby diary

shake for trust? glitter on hand. body slam

why did t you tell me your girlfriend is a pilot? tasha said i shouldn’t tell you because of what happened to you pilot ex. he’s still alive!

pablo: sleeper agents be like time for my next mission

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

WHATS UP T-BOYS?

donald’s boyfriends what does gladstone have against gay people

donald you should wingman for me. i thought you were gay

dugan duck is your secret kid isn’t he

huey ponytail

donald has three boyfriends why can’t i have two

woops i mexed up their super powers - let’s go, t boys! i didn’t make them trans! they were like that before, right?

your brother donald has like five partners. yeah and i’m not my brother donald. you’re right. i should date your brother donald

dewey damn girl your ass phat what are your pronouns. katy nun/ya

tying normie trans girl to a chair turbo pablo

don’t worry. the promise ring is just a tracking device

punch buggy gets steadily more and more violent

dewey’s many licenses

duck twins cobwebs

beaks: help! #911

katy can not entertain in her tiny trailer

uno gaydar donald i finally give you a job and you’re being gay on the clock??

when mom comes in and you have to hide your DS under your pillow

HDL Tulin

HDL chart

[shadowqueenjude]

Azris for @hieragalbatorixdottir

Needless to say, Azriel was not having a good day. His High Lady’s sister had abruptly decided to cut all ties with the Night Court, leaving with her mate in a fury, and for some reason, everyone and their mothers had decided to blame him for it.

Fine, Azriel had been a little weird one night with Elain. One night! It didn’t even seem to make a dent on her! She returned his gift immediately and had no difficulty not interacting with him since. But it seemed that the Inner Circle needed a scapegoat, and that scapegoat was to be him.

Azriel just wanted to go to the practice arena and swing his sword. The last thing he needed to be dealing with right now was-

“Hello, shadowsinger,” a male voice purred.

Oh no.

Azriel whipped his head towards the Autumn court heir. It didn’t help that he resembled his youngest brother quite a bit. Eris kept his right leg up on the armrest of a chair while in his left hand dangled a glass of wine. A crown was set at a jaunty angle on his head. And that smirk-

Azriel wanted to kill him.

“You,” he snarled.

“You look tense,” Eris mused, mock concern dripping in his voice. “Should I get you some tonic? I know you’re getting old; back pain is no joke in these twilight years.”

Azriel took a deep breath, his hands forming fists, and he imagined his hands wrapped around Eris’s neck like at the HL meeting. “We’re almost the same age, asshole.”

Eris chuckled. “But I don’t look like it, nor do I act like it. I cannot say the same for you. My my, are those age lines on your forehead?”

Yeah, no. Not today, Amarantha.

Azriel launched himself at him again.

Only this time, Eris held him back. Despite being quite slender, Eris’s arms packed quite a bit of strength. He laughed lowly at the utter fury in Azriel’s eyes? “So desperate to choke me again, shadowsinger? I’m starting to wonder whether you wish to kiss me or kill me.”

Azriel glared at him, at his stupidly perfect face, his stupidly soft looking lips that he wanted to make bleed, at his absurdly expensive clothing that he wanted to rip off of his body.

Impulse control had never been Azriel’s strong suit, so he grabbed Eris’s shirt by the collar and pulled downward. A loud tearing sound rented the air.

Azriel hoped to see some outrage that he had destroyed Eris’s perfect clothes, but it seemed that his amusement only increased.

“Those clothes were worth more than your future. I hope you’re planning to repay me for them,” Eris murmured seductively. His amber eyes were glittering with mischief as they eyed Azriel, daring him to do something.

So Azriel listened to the voice in his head screaming at him and lowered his lips to Eris’s.

Azriel got lost in the heated exchange, biting Eris’s lip three or four times in the exact same spot before soothing it over with his tongue.

“I…fucking…hate…you,” Azriel breathed between kisses.

Eris lifted Azriel off of him, moving briefly to the arm of the chair so that he could throw Azriel onto the cushions. Then he crawled on top of him.

“Good thing you don’t need to love me for me to do this,” Eris said. He grabbed Azriel’s cock and stroked a finger up and down its length. Azriel writhed under his grasp.

“Quit teasing,” Azriel hissed.

Eris lowered his face, not breaking eye contact the whole time. “Oh, but you love the tease, Azriel. Don’t lie to yourself.” He closed his mouth around the head of his cock and sucked gently. Azriel grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward.

“If-you’re-not-choking-you’re-not-going-hard-enough,” Azriel grunted, but Eris pulled away, running his hand down Azriel’s chest. “Such a brat,” Eris crooned. “You dare demand such things from a future High Lord?” A mocking shake of the head. “Behave, Azriel. If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way.”

And then Eris winnowed them away.

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister : Valentine's Day Special

“Baby, where are you taking me?”

“Just wait, we’re almost there.”

“You better not make me eat shit Urban.” You warn him as he leads you to his surprise.

“I won't, I promise.” He assures you.

He had texted you this morning and told you to be ready by noon. He said he had a little surprise for you and he couldn’t wait to show it to you. The moment he picked you up and you got inside his car he blindfolded you to make it more special, his words.

You and Urban have been dating for a year now but it honestly feels like forever. You had hid your relationship for a few months until it was time to tell your brothers, and that’s when all hell broke loose, but that’s another story for another time.

“Okay baby, I’m going to take off the blindfold but don’t open your eyes until I count to three.” You nod and feel him take it off.

“1”

“2”

“3”

“Open them.”

You open your eyes and blink a few times due to the sun. You look ahead and gasp at what you’re seeing. “Oh my god, Urb this is beautiful.”

You go take it all in and admire the entire picnic setup. You smile and jump into your boyfriend's arms. “I love you.” you kiss him a few times. “I love it babe, thank you.”

“I love you mamas, come on let’s sit.” Hand in hand you both go sit down on the blankets he had setup on the sand.

You can’t stop smiling and staring at him. “What? I got something on my face or what?”

You shake your head. “No. I just can’t believe we’re here. We fought it, we really did, but I’m glad we’re both so stubborn in what we want. I’d go through everything all over again if it means I get to be with you.”

“Even the three months Jack stopped talking to you when he found out we’re together?”

“That was a tough time but yes, I’d go through all of that and more.” You lean in towards him and lay a big kiss on his lips.

“So I got you your favorites.” He opens up a basket and pulls out a container. “We have sushi, we have roll tacos and some chocolate covered strawberries.”

You smile “You know the way to my heart.”

“I also know the way into your pus-“

“URBAN.” You gasp out and cover his mouth quickly, you look behind him and smile “Sorry.”

The lady passing by with her children smiles sadly at you both “Totally fine, you enjoy yourselves.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You get up and hand her some roses and chocolates.

“Oh no-“

“Please, It’s not much but hope your day with your little ones is a great one”

“Thank you, happy Valentine’s Day to you both.” She says “You don’t know how much this means to me.” She smiles, looks at her children and walks away.

You go sit back down and Urban is looking at you. “Oh I’m sorry babe, I know you got me those but something in me wanted to give it to her.”

He shakes his head and smiles. “I love you. You have the most amazing and beautiful soul. You probably made her day.”

“It’s just something I wish a stranger would’ve done for me a few years ago.” You shrug.

“You ok?” He grabs your hand.

“Yeah, with you I know I’ll be more than okay.”

“You and me baby.”

You smile. “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”

“My girl and her food.” He hands you a plate. “Here you go baby.”

“Thank you.”

You both eat and talk all about the last year together as a couple and how grateful you both were that you decided to take a chance on each other. But also thankful Jack forgave you both and is back to talking to you fully.

“You do know I got something planned for us tonight?” You ask him.

“Yeah, you me and the bedroom.”

“I mean yes, but I have something up my sleeve as well. You’re not the only one who can pull off surprises.”

“You already got me my gift though.”

“You did too and you don’t hear me complaining.”

“Alright, can I get a hint?”

You shake your head “No but I can tell you that by the end of the night you’ll be putting your new camera to use.”

“Ohhh? I love the sound of that.”

You bite into a strawberry and smirk at him.

“Do not give me that look because I have no problem with public sex.”

“Yeah well I do.” Someone says behind you.

You turn around and see both of your brothers there. “What are you two idiots doing here?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” Clay says.

“Yeah I know and I’m trying to spend time with my boyfriend.”

Jack and Clay pretend to gag at that. “See what dating him does? You forget all about our promises.”

“What are you even talking about Jack? I thought we were over this?” You snap rolling your eyes. Urban tries to reach for you when you go to get up but you ignore him and face your brothers.

“What? No, I don't care anymore about you two dating.” Jack says. “I mean I would prefer you didn’t but that’s not what I was talking about.”

“Then what?”

“We always celebrate Valentine’s Day together. We took you flowers and gifts to your apartment.” Clay says.

You groan, “I’m sorry, I know that’s our thing but I figured you two wouldn’t mind.”

“Well we mind.” Jack says sitting down on the blanket. “You did good Urb.”

Urban nods, “Thanks, your mom helped out.”

“Of course she did.” Clay rolls his eyes and joins Jack and Urban down on the blanket.

“What are you two doing?”

“We’re spending Valentine’s Day together, like we do every year.” Jack grabs a rolled taco and takes a bite. “Oh, are these from her favorite spot?”

“Yup.” Urban answers him.

“Y/N sit down, don’t get mad. We know you have something planned for tonight so let’s spend the afternoon together.”

“I can’t believe you two are crashing our date.” You go sit next to Urban and lean into him to whisper in his ear. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and smiles “It’s okay, I knew it would happen.” He gives you a kiss.

“Hey enough of that” Jack throws a chocolate at you. “Let’s enjoy this beautiful set up. The Harlow siblings and Urban celebrating love day together.”

You glare at him.

“Dude you’re annoying you know that?”

Jack nods. “Get used to it bro, this is only the beginning because we’ll be crashing every Valentine’s Day date, it’s our thing.”

“Mom should’ve swallowed you two.”

“AYOOO.”

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

Urban laughs. “Happy Valentines to us.”

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