#professor fizzy

[art2464]

Hey, sorry this took so long

[twodimentionalgenie16]

i ship these two slices of very homosexually charged bread.

[bubblesandpages]

Professor Ochanomizu: Depression? No robot of mine should ever have to feel such a thing. . .

Professor Tenma: YOU MUST FEEL SEETHING HATRED

[fizzychocolatemilk]

My running late experience so far has been weirdly lucky

[nouearth]

lessons in kissing.

dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.

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

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

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

request by: anonymous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you’ve always found it cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh.

ohhhhh.

dick and peter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey, they’re not weird-“

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

peter choked on his glass of water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you can always count on them. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you followed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

holy shit, this is happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for the first time, you felt wanted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this was so much fucking better. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“we’re good teachers, pete.

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

[lilithofpenandbook]

So they say Snape's the moody emo of the staffroom (or at least that's what I expect most people would think)

Snape? Severus Snape? Severus "you want me to kill you now or should I write a lil speech about you first" "bows to Umbridge ironically" " 'ghosts are transparent' " Snape?

No. No no no no no. He's not the emo!

He's the life of the staffroom!

Things were all normal before Snape showed up. Youngest professor ever. Was a death eater last week. Way too small for his height. Just lost the person he wanted to protect. Has a lot of bitterness and trauma he hides with sarcasm.

Of course at first some were wary, some kind. Soon he integrated. And he's the life of the staffroom.

His reaction to Dumbledore telling him to kill him was a sarcastic, sassy lil joke! You think the man that bowed to Umbridge after being deliberately unhelpful, the man who pops up behind people in corridors, the man who waited for the perfect moment to address Harry and Ron after the two crashed in in Harry's second year, you think he's gonna be the silent one?

He is absolutely not the silent one. He's probably the liveliest of the group. He's sassy, he's sneaky. He's the one who walks in completely silently, right up behind one of the others, and whispers "boo" in their ear. He's the one who pulls faces behind someone's back or mimics them. He's the one who keeps a deadpan expression while ruining the song someone else is listening to by singing along in a serious voice with his own "lyrics" that are incredibly rude or incredibly stupid, or who walks in bobbing his head like a demented turkey, legs all bent, deadpan face, while someone else is trying to listen to music. He's the one who offers to bring Coke to staff parties and when McGonagall says they are not having childish fizzy drinks that are chock full of sugar and all the way from a muggle store he clarifies that he meant Cocaine and cackles at her annoyed face. He's the one who deliberately can't find something just to make someone mad. He's the one who pretends to have no idea what someone is talking about just for a laugh. He's the one who butts into conversations with a sarcastic joke. He's the one who gives people damaged quills and giggles when they get mad at it for not working. He's the one who won't sit properly in a chair and instead leans all the way back just because it makes McGonagall's eye twitch. He's the one who makes unhelpful statements which are technically true but still unhelpful and clearly trolling.

He's the one who makes everyone so mad, he's such a nuisance.

He's the one who makes them laugh so hard, he's so ridiculous.

He's the life of the staffroom.

[angelfic]

i saw ur post and was wondering if u have any advice for non british people for writing british people… its rough out here

LOL I think the reason it’s so easy for brits to write like Americans is because so much of the popular media we consume is American, whereas I guess British media isn’t as widely consumed maybe?

but anyway it’s all in the little things like some examples for school or uni aus

It’s uni not college

Term not semester

We do preschool, nursery, reception and then it’s year 1-6 which is primary school and then year 7 to 13 which is secondary school (not high school!!)

we usually say teacher or if ur in uni its lecturer not professor tbh

It’s lessons not class

And then there’s general stuff

No one in the UK calls anyone a jerk. It’s among terms like dickhead, cunt, arsehole (not to be confused with asshole) plenty more

relax on using words like wanker. and bloody. Just sprinkle it in once in a while

it’s a sofa not a couch

phone or mobile not cellphone

fizzy drink not soda

PLEASEEE STOP SAYING MOM. it’s MUM. like guys don’t piss me off that’s the easiest one

crisps not chips that’s easy enough

you just need to consume a bunch of UK shows like my faves include doctor who, fleabag, derry girls, ghosts (real ones know it’s horrible histories then yonderland and then ghosts)

then there’s the classic movies like st trinians, wild child (questionable as there are a few moments that make me think it’s written by an American) nativity if ur in the Christmas mood, Bridget jones (can’t believe she’s american irl) bend it like beckham

idk how helpful this is but I hope it was even slightly useful lol <3

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Chicago girl

pairing: Riri x reader

song inspo: Chicago boy

request from @sillykamtothejam

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A/N: I feel so bad for the person that requested this because it was so long ago, I am so sorry stink but here it is now and I hope you and everyone else enjoys :). Anywayyyss lets get it this story.

Spring break

A time away from the hour long lectures and dick professors

You decided to go and spend some time with your family during your time off instead of partying with friends or spending your time sleeping.

As you arrived in the city of Chicago in the morning, you drive to your childhood home via taxi and as you get there you see your family, old friends and everyone else you grew up with.

three days before you had to leave one of the worse things that could happen

happened

you got sick, sore throat

you could tell it was getting worse by the second

you ask your mom for some sore throat medicine, none.

so you take it upon yourself to go get some Licolas from your local CVS.

as you get their you find them but as your walking around a few isle you see someone.

she was checking out a bottle of whipped cream, as you got closer, you realize just how fine she is.

Damn

you couldn't help but notice her soft chiseled jawline, plump lips and long faux locs that were loosely wrapped up in a bun letting a few strands fall down. She sported baggy sweatpants and hoodie that hide her figure but even then you could tell she was short and petite. you wondered if she could handle you.

a tall stallion with a fat ass and big titties that sat perfectly and a pretty face to match.

all your thoughts about her went straight to your brain all the way down to your cunt that was growing wetter by the second to the thought of her.

you would have just walked up to her if it wasn't for your shorts and oversized tee, your undone face that still looked pretty without and your hair that was undone and fizzy, a complete mess.

but you really didn't care, so

you walk around trying to get her attention. you make an effort to bend down slowly showing off your ass as you look down at whatever items that sat lowly on shelfs, but whatever you tried it didn't work she was to caught up in her phone so you give up and just as your about to walk to cash register, you stop

what were you doing?

you knew that if you wanted something you always got it. a little minor setback wasn't gonna stop you and if anything you hadn't even begin to really try yet.

"hi I'm y/n"

she looks up from her phone,

finally

"oh hi I'm Riri, can I help you?"

"um yea I was you over there and I just couldn't help but notice you, I thought I might just try and talk to you"

you talk with your low sweet voice with bedroom eyes as you make an effort to glance at her lips every once in a while. even making eye contact of course.

as you look at her you see a flip switch in her head, as if she knew exactly what was going on in your head.

you two talk for a minute.

mainly just regular small talk, you guys tell each other why you were in Chicago and a little about your families.

"so your on spring break right?"

"yea just came out to see my family its been a but hard having to leave them, ya' know"

"yeah I get it, I almost cried when my parents left me at campus"

you both share a laugh until your eyes set on the can of whipped cream still in her hand.

"soo what'd you come here for? I'm guessing for that whipped cream"

"oh nah i- I was just looking"

you raise your eyebrow up before speaking.

"okk is that all?" you ask curiously

"well I mean yea I just saw you and got to thinkin"

you pause

so does she as she realized what she said

"whats that supposed to mean?"

"no! i- I didn't mean it in that way. it just kind of happened"

"well what were you thinking about?"

"nothing don't worry, I just saw you over there. couldn't help but realize how fine you were."

"well thank you but you've spiked my interest. what were you thinkin bout"

Riri didn't say anything but a jumble of words, stuttering and spaced out.

you laugh, it's clear she was nervous and you were getting a real kick out of it.

"I'm just messing with you, you don't have to tell me. if anything I get it"

"really?"

"yea I mean I'd be lying if I said I wasn't doing the same thing"

"oh"

it seemed as if Riri was relieved, as if knowing you had the same impure thoughts gave her solidarity that she wasn't a total creep.

"so you don't mind?"

"nope" Riri let's outa deep breath before you speak again

"well..."

she looks up at you with a raised eyebrow

"I'd only mind if you weren't to do anything, I'd be a shame to let those thoughts go to waste plus I'm interested in what your thinking"

"oh... I"

Riri was surprised, she definitely didn't think you'd say that.

"why don't I give you my number and we try to meet up before the both of us go our separate ways."

"that... that sounds fine, yeah"

she gives you her your phone, you input it and hand it back to her.

"text me, ok?"

"yea definitely"

you walk away, pay for your stuff and leave.

in the span of the next two days you spend them getting better.

it wasn't until the day before you had to leave that Riri finally texted you.

hey

this is riri btw

you race to text her back

hey, how you been??

alr, hbu

better now that I'm talkin to you:)

you two talk for a bit, just small stuff until you suggested something

I leave tomorrow so I was wondering if you wanna link today

it takes a minute for Riri to text back but you wait

yea that's cool,where you wanna meet??

you give her a time and place and as soon as you put your phone down your jumping in the shower to get ready, luckily none of your family were home. they went out, you only didn't go 'cause you played the sick card hoping Riri would text you.

an hour passed and by now your clean and ready. you hear a knock at the door.

you rush to answer it, knowing its Riri.

"hey you look nice"

Riri was wearing a simple hoodie and basketball shorts, and damn did it work for her. Not to mention the backpack slung on her shoulder that made your cunt jump

you sported shorts and a tank top, your tummy out, boobs basically spilling out your bra, ass barely covered with the peice of cloth you called shorts.

Riri took a moment to admire your body, face, the way you looked at her, with those low alluring eyes as if you wanted to fuck her right there in the door.

"are you gonna come in?

she looks up from your breast

"yea"

she steps in and the both of you walk into your childhood bedroom.

"here you can sit, get comfortable"

you both sit on your bed and just as your about to reach for the remote to fill the air, riri skips pass all that as she grabs your jaw and kisses you.

something slow, heated and sloppy.

She uses her hand to caress up and down your body, yours travel up inside her hoodie gripping her small breast.

she pushes you so your now laying down with her on top.

you two continue to eat each other's faces off with passion, her hands getting lower and lower until she reaches the band of your shorts. she reaches in and feels how wet your pussy is.

she pulls down your shorts surprised to see that you didn't have any panties on.

"damn ma, this all for me?"

she pulls down your shorts surprised to see that you didn't have on any underwear.

you don't give her any words just a small whine telling her to hurry up and fuck you.

she runs her finger up your slit until she reaches your clit making you jump at the sudden content.

she begins to rub slow, tight circles on the budding set of nerves, you let out a low moan as she smears your wetness around.

she makes a routine out of rubbing circles on your clit then traveling down to your hole as she pumps in and out of you a few times, then she repeats the cycle until your a whimper mess, squirming under her.

"pleasepleaseplease riri stop playin"

"you want me to stop ma?"

"n-no I... I want you to make me c-cum please"

you practically were crying as she continues to tease you, she leans down to kiss and suck on your neck, making sure to leave marks.

"you want me to make you cum right?"

"yes please"

"why should I? huh? when all you been doing is teasing me?"

"w-what? I- I didn't mean to-"

riri cuts you off by picking you up and turning you so your now face down ass up, she was stronger than she seemed.

she begins to pump her fingers in and out of you with speed, she takes her other hand and begins to rub fast circles on your clit, you could feel yourself about to reach that edge until she removes her fingers and replaces them with her warm wet tongue. she eats out your pussy as if your were her last meal, savoring your sweet, juicy taste. she moans out by it which sends vibration to your cunt.

your loud pornographic moans and whimpers along with the wet sounds of her eating you out fill the room.

the scene was like something out of a porno, you could feel your stomach begin to tighten and your legs began to shake.

"ahh fuckfuckfuck, baby...baby I'm cumming! I'm cumming"

even with the warning riri didn't expect you to squirt on her face and the bed, completely drenching everything. you scream out loud enough that you're sure the neighbors could hear and once your done releasing your liquids out, you fall over completely exhausted by the most earth shattering orgasm you've had.

you sit for a couple minutes to catch your breath, riri waited, rubbing small soothing circles on your thigh to calm you down.

once you look at her with lidded eyes she speaks up.

"you good?"

you shake your head yes as you sit up a bit on your headboard.

"you think you got at least one more in you?"

you look at Riri as she gets up to get her backpack that was thrown in a corner of the room

she pulled out a strap that was 8inches long, about the size of your forearm and glowing?

the size and girth nearly made your eyes pop out their sockets and you grew wetter by the sight.

she takes off her shorts and hoodie and begins to attach the harness and the dildo that went with it. she walks over to you, as she climbs on the bed mischievous grin that went with it.

riri notices your concerned expression as she asked you wants wrong.

"nothing I'm just not sure it'll fit."

riri, amused by your hesitation has a smirk plastered on her face.

"your a big girl, I'm sure you can handle it, right pretty?"

you smile softly at the pet name as you shake your head, as if that was confirmation riri grabs the faux dick and begins to slowly stroke it up and down, her head falls back as she lets out a low groan. you didn't understand how it was giving her such pleasure, maybe she was just trying to put on a show for you.

it wasn't until she opens her eyes and looks at you grinning.

"it's made out of vibranium, after a few test I was able to make it so that I could feel whatever you have to give me."

"so what? it's like a real dick?"

"if that's the way you wanna look at it, i guess.... open your legs"

you do as she says, revealing your dripping cunt.

she takes the tip, rubbing it along your slit. you buck up your hips desperately as you whine.

"damn ma, be patient. I'm not going anywhere"

"please riri"

the sound of your voice saying her name, desperate like a whore made riri wanna fuck you so bad, so in one swift move she flips you back on all fours pushing your back to create the perfect arch.

with no warning, no signal, she just straight started pounding into you, not even letting you adjust to the size as she gripped your waist. You screamed out her name, your hand gripping the bed sheets while she absolutely destroyed you.

"f- fuck riri, oh my g-godd. I can't baby please"

"please what? you want me to stop or sum?"

"n-no just slow the fuck down, fuck!" you yell out the last part of your sentence, instead of slowing down she goes in deeper, harder and faster until she found your g shot making you scream out.

you were slobbing and crying as she continues to abuse your swollen, puffy pussy.

with a few more thrust and her fingers rubbing your clit you cum all over her dick.

but riri wasn't done, she hadn't come yet and not to mention she wanted to pull more out of you.

so she continues to fuck you a little slower, still deep and still hitting that one spongy spot that had you moaning out like a pornstar.

riri could feel it and so could you.

she thrusted into you one last time, her hips stuttering as she cums with a low moan and your name, soon after you feel the band in your stomach snap as you squirt for the third time.

fast forward to the next day, you and riri had cleaned each other up, she left and you both had gotten ready to leave to get back to college.

upon arrival, back to the stressful college life you found yourself in a different class, differential equations.

you get to class and the first thing you see in the front row is Riri motherfucking Williams who once she saw your surprised expression gave you a smirk and wink before turning back to her phone.

this was gonna be a lot more different than you thought.

she's done, this took me way too long man.

hope we like her

remember feedback is always appreciated :)

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 30

WARNINGS: mentions of child abuse

"No," you say out loud, taking your hand back.

It's not right for a student to be punished with physical harm (or any kind of harm for that matter). You're not one hundred percent sure that's what Professor Umbridge has planned for your detention, but the possibility of it is enough to keep you from entering her office. Just as you turn around to head back down to the Great Hall, you find Fred and George running towards you up the stairs.

"Y/n!" the twins call out to you, and butterflies in your stomach come to life at hearing them say your name.

"Fred! George!" you reply, grinning as relief flows over you now that you've made the decision not to go to detention with Umbridge.

"Don't do it!" George huffs, panting heavily.

"I know you're accustomed to being a goody-goody, but this isn't worth it," Fred wheezes.

You snort and roll your eyes. "Not to worry; I don't need convincing. I'm hardly a 'goody-goody' after sticking around you two almost everyday since the beginning of the school year."

The twins share a sigh of relief.

"Dinner!" you exclaim. "I get to have dinner!"

"Hooray!" the twins shout.

"We'll have to be quick about it," Fred says as the three of you link arms and start for the Great Hall. "If you're not here for detention, Umbridge has no reason not to eat her own supper in the Great Hall, too."

And quick you are. (You've now disobeyed Umbridge twice within the last five hours, and you aren't eager to see what she'd do if you ran into her again.) You and the twins rush down to the Great Hall, gather as much food as you can carry, then run up to Fred's and George's dorm. All of the students should be having dinner at the moment, so now there is much less of a risk that you'll cause a fuss being seen in the Gryffindor common room.

You practically fall onto George's bed in exhaustion. "I'm never going up another flight of stairs for as long as I live," you cough, then abruptly realize that you're lying on George's bed. You sit up in a hurry, accidentally sending rolls flying out of your pockets. You go to pick up the rolls and hope that if your face is red Fred and George will believe it's because you'd been running.

The twins chuckle, looking just as, if not a little less, fatigued than you. Fred slumps down against the wall by the door while George takes a creaky, wooden chair on the other side of the room.

After gathering all of the fallen bread, you split the number between the three of you. Fred sets a bowl of green beans and noodles on the floor along with four oranges. George reveals more rolls and a whole bottle of "Otter's Fizzy Orange Juice", and you and George let out an approving whoop.

The three of you have gotten closer to share the food and are now all sitting on the floor in a circle. You eye the bowl of loose, wet green beans and noodles as you peel an orange and laugh. "I'd use 'Accio' to summon a fork for that, but that seems dangerous."

"Hmm. I didn't think about that," says Fred. "I wonder..." He proceeds to take out his wand, point it at the mess of food, and say, "Wingardium Leviosa," performing the swish and flick wand method.

Everyone watches silently as a single noodle rises slowly into the air. You giggle.

"I'm not sure what I was expecting, but that works I suppose," George snorts.

"Open wide, y/n!" Fred says, guiding the noodle over to you. You open your mouth, but the noodle lands on your nose and the three of you laugh.

About an hour later, after most of the food is gone, the realization of your situation finally sinks in.

"Oh, I'm just dreading what Umbridge might do to me," you groan.

"Here, have some fizzy orange juice," Fred says, taking a swig before passing the bottle.

You laugh weakly, "Drowning my worries in pop won't do me any good," but you drink it anyway.

"Don't you bother your pretty little head. What's she gonna do anyway? Expel you?" George snickers. He stops when he sees your expression change as you remember your conversation with Malfoy from earlier that day.

"...I'll just have to wait to make my complaints until after she's become headmistress," Malfoy had said. "Then she could do some real damage."

"Yeah. She might." You take a long drink.

"She couldn't," George says. "She doesn't have that kind of power... Even if she did, would it be so bad?"

Fred shoots George a look that you can't interpret, but before you can ask what it's for, Fred says, "You seem... irrationally concerned about this, y/n..."

"I'm not," you sigh. You then go on to tell the twins about your run in with Malfoy and his claims. Fred and George are quiet for a moment afterwards, but they handle it well altogether.

"I wouldn't be surprised actually," George says, clicking is tongue in disappointment.

Fred nods. "Me neither. She's gotten this far... I wasn't going to mention it because I didn't want to be the bringer of bad news, but have you heard about Professor Trelawney?"

Your stomach tightens. "Oh, no. What happened?"

"Since our last class with her," Fred speaks slowly. "Umbridge had her... sacked."

"What?!" you exclaim. "She can't do that!"

"Apparently, she can," George sighs. "Dumbledore couldn't do anything about it, other than demand that Trelawney still be allowed on school grounds."

"That's terrible..." You are truly sad. Despite the divination teacher being rather unpopular with most of the students, you have always been fond of Professor Trelawney, more so than any of your other professors even.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I know you'll miss her lessons," Fred consoles.

The door suddenly swings open, and a couple of the twins' roommates walk into the room.

"Y/n. Hello," Lee Jordon greets you awkwardly. "You're early."

"Ah, yes. I'll just, er, leave then," you say, quickly standing. You don't want to be here when the boys change into their pajamas.

"We'll come with you," Fred and George say simultaneously, and they follow you out the door.

"Where do we go?" you ask, nervous as the few Gryffindor's in the common room stare as you pass.

"How about the Room of Requirement?" George suggests.

"I am all for it," Fred says, grinning slyly and nodding his red eyebrows at you.

"Pff, if we go to the Room of Requirement, we're going to finish our Nosebleed Nougat," you giggle, becoming flustered at the memory of snogging Fred earlier. You shove him playfully. "We're so close. And we won't need to bring any of our materials."

George clears his throat loudly. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

You're grateful for the distraction. When you get to the Room of Requirement, everything you need is there and ready to go. You immediately get to work, putting together the concoction you had made so many times previously. Knowing that they'd only get in your way if they tried to help, Fred and George sit back on a comfy couch kindly provided by the Room and watch.

About an hour later, you think you're done putting all of the ingredients into the bubbling cauldron when you notice a tiny, glass bottle that you hadn't bothered to pick up. You are sure that you hadn't missed anything when you prepped all of the needed components...

You pick up the bottle and bring it closer to your face to better view the label, watching the strange, brown liquid inside slosh around, and read "Siccativus".

It suddenly dawns on you that the Room of Requirement had produced absolutely every ingredient you knew you needed to make the nougat... What if it also produced something you didn't know you needed?

With shaky hands, you do your best to carefully pull the cork out of the glass bottle before pouring its contents into the cauldron. You stir the blue, syrupy liquid and watch as it gradually turns purple. Blue was always as far as you got... until now.

You wait in impatience for about five minutes to let the liquid cool and harden. Then, using a small knife (provided by the Room), you cut out a small, purple rectangle.

"Fred... George..." You mumble, fixated on the sweet in your hand.

Both twins have dozed off and don't hear you over their own snoring. "Hey!" you shout, and the twins startle awake.

"Huh? What?" George yawns, rubbing his eyes.

"Eat this," you say, reaching into his bag and pulling out an orange nougat. You stuff it into his mouth. "Chew. Quickly. I think I've got it this time."

At hearing this, both twins appear much more alert and aware. George swallows. Seconds later, his nose begins to bleed profusely. You give him the purple nougat. George chews. George swallows.

Everyone holds their breath in anticipation, and the seconds seem to pass all too slowly. It's difficult to tell if the bleeding has stopped because there is already so much blood. You curse under your breath and turn around to search for a towel. You find one has appeared neatly folded by the cauldron. You grab and toss it at George's face.

"Ah. Thank you," George grunts, wiping the blood off his face. You and Fred watch his nostrils earnestly, just daring more blood to dribble out, but it doesn't. George's nosebleed has stopped.

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what X-Men characters names would be if they were cookie run characters 😔

Cyclops: Strawberry Beam Cookie

Jean: Orange Glazed Cookie

Wolverine: Adamantium Cookie

Storm: Sugar Cloud Bread Cookie

Beast: Blue Raspberry Monster Cake Cookie

Rogue: Cherry Cream Pie Cookie

Gambit: Chocolate Beignet Cookie

Morph: Shapeshifter Candy Cookie

Jubilee: Fizzy Candy Cookie

Sunspot: Sun Candy Cookie

Magneto: Copper Chip Cookie

Nightcrawler: Blueberry Strudel Cookie

Shadowcat: Vanilla Shadow Cookie

Angel: Angel Food Cake Cookie

Iceman: Frozen Berry Juice Cookie

Avalanche: Chocolate Shake Cookie

Blob: Thick Chocolate Chunk Cookie

Toad: Green Apple Gel Cookie

Quicksilver: Speedy Silver Chip Cookie

Pyro: Spicy Mango Cheesecake Cookie

Mystique: Blueberry Shapeshifter Cookie

Professor X: Xocolatl Cookie

Cable: Shining Candy Cookie

Colossus: Chewy Honey Cake Cookie

Sabretooth: Tiger Tail Cookie (like the donut)

Scarlet Witch: Crimson Chip Cookie

[art2464]

The next chapter is posted and trust me it’s a doozy.

[tomura-complex]

Babysitter or something more? Part 3

Part 2

A/N: After a while, I'm finally back! And I have a question for you... Do you want me to make some smutty oneshots for Kinktober? Please let me know! <3

After another night with fever dreams, my eyes opened and they were so itchy. I heard something buzzing. I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen. Oh. It was a call from one of my group chats. I grumbled and answered it. The screen before me flashed and I saw toga’s face. She beamed like always. „Finally Y/n! What’s happening? I haven’t seen you for a whole week. And it isn’t like you to miss classes. You are always there.“ I opened my sore eyes and huffed. „I’m sorry, I… My body just stopped working.“ I mumbled tiredly. „Oh… You know what? Let’s make a sleep over at your apartment! I will tell Magne, we will bring food and drinks… And we will watch a movie! And paint nails! I will call you when we arrive, okay? Baii!“ She hung up and I watched the black screen. Fast and energetic. Just like always. I couldn’t even say no. I slowly stood up and started making myself look like a living human. I looked at the screen of my phone. Nothing from Tenko or Aizawa. Only some e-mails from my professors.

I unlocked the main door and Toga greeted me with her beaming smile. „Hi Y/n!“ She chuckled and hugged me. „Hey Y/n.“ Magne smiled. I let them inside my apartment and looked around. The cameras… they are gone. I prepared some bowls and glasses and sat down with them on my bed. I turned on the TV and Toga opened some chips and Magne poured some fizzy drinks and some wine. „I can see you need some rest sweetheart. We told you.“ Magne said reassuringly. Toga sat down between us. „Oh and I have some news from uni~“ She giggled. We put some novella on the TV and started listening to Toga’s news. „So, I was chatting with Miko yesterday and do you remember the scandal with her and Tenko?“ I perked up. „What happened?“ I mumbled confused. „You don’t know? Tenko stalked her for a whole semester! He was everywhere where she was! And she even saw him in front of her campus building! And even inside by the reception! It gathered all up and one day, she stopped him. I know that it was all over social media, everyone was filming it! She just blew up and started screaming at him and she threw some drink on him. And he was just sitting o the floor totally confused. But after this she didn’t see him anymore. He just stopped.“ Toga explained and I felt… quilt? No, that can’t be… „So I chatted with her and she told me, that she saw you on the street with Tenko. So Do you hide something from us?“ Toga looked at me curiously. „Oh, Y/n-chan with Tenko? I never saw that coming“ Magne gasped and my cheeks for some reason reddened. „That’s not true! We aren’t dating. Nothing like that. He… he was just probably walking the same direction.“ „Nuh-uh… she saw the two of you walking together.“ She smiled at me. I blushed even more. „I was just babysitting Eri! Nothing more! He just walked me home!“ I squeaked and drank the wine. Why am I blushing? I shouldn’t do that. I don’t want to see him ever again! Or do I?

The sleepover was great. We chatted, watched some romance movies, ate snacks and drank three bottles of wine. In the morning a slight headache woke me up. I started quietly cleaning the room, while girls still slept. I took out the trash and checked my mailbox. Some spam and… a letter? With no address? It will be probably some blackmailing from Tenko. Totally. I sat down on the stairs and opened it. There was a dried up lavender and a note. I took it out and carefully looked at it. ‚Meet me in the park by the gothic fountain. Today at 8 pm. Please.‘ I blinked and held it in my hands. I slowly went back to my apartment feeling kind of shocked. Toga energetically greeted me and grabbed the note. „Oh! You have another admirer! Oh, who could it be… I don’t know this handwriting…“ She mumbled focused on the letters. I quickly took it from her. „It’s nothing. Just a joke from someone.“

I walked into the park from underground station and looked around. I didn’t know what to wear, so I dressed up in casual jeans and a comfy sweater. I looked around and went to the fountain. There he stood… Dressed in a black suit with something in his hands. I gulped and went to him. „Hi.“ I whispered feeling embarrassed about my clothes. He only gasped. „You really came. After two days. Oh uh. Hi. Here.“ He mumbled quickly and pushed a bouquet into my hands. I took it and looked at it. There were flowers of so many flowers. „Thank you so much. They re so beautiful“ „N-not as you are.“ He mumbled and I blushed. „Why… why did you want me to come here?“ I mumbled kind of confused. „I… I’m sorry about what I did. I know that we didn’t start in the good way and. I don’t want to lose you. So please. Would you go on a date with me? Right now?“ I raised eyebrows at him. „Did Aizawa Sensei talk to you?“ Tenko jolted and looked at me. „How do you know this?“ He whispered looking embarrassed. In my head popped a vision of Tenko being scolded by Aizawa. I chuckled. „I… I will give the date a try.“ I smiled at him. I can hear a voice in my head screaming at me about what did I just do. But his expression, when I said that. He looked just like a boy being happy about some candy or a toy. He straightened up and let me hold his arm. „Thank you so much. Now my lady, let me lead the way.“ He smiled and we walked through the park. I can feel that Aizawa scolded him very badly and then told him what to do.

„Sit here please.“ He smiled and I sat down on a chair in some fancy restaurant. He sat down in front of me. I nervously looked around. „What’s wrong? Don’t you like it here?“ He asked, his voice slightly quivering. „N-no, it looks amazing here. I just… My clothes. I don’t fit here.“ „It’s okay. You’re special… for me.“ He whispered. I nervously smiled and took the menu. I started looking at the meals and froze. That’s so expensive… „T-Ten.“ I mumbled and looked at him. I was met with a hurt expression. I feel like something stabbed me in my heart. „I-I know that you want this date. I want to enjoy it too, but… isn’t this too much? It’s… too fancy for me. I… Can we go somewhere else please?“ I looked at his shoulders tensing, but then relaxing. He sighed in relief and stroked his hair, which he has in a mall ponytail. „Thank you. I… I chose this to impress you. It’s too snobby for me too.“ He mumbled. I stood up and took his hand. We left the restaurant and walked down the streets illuminated by many signs. Then I saw a very familiar yellow sign. „Do you wan to go to McDonald’s?“ I smiled at him and his eyes beamed. „Yes… please.“ I chuckled. He is so cute. I blinked. We entered, ordered some food and sat down.

The evening flew by really fast and Tenko was now walking me home. „What did you meant by: after two days?“ I said confused and looked at him. „Well… I sent you the letter two days ago and every evening, I waited and looked for you. And you finally came.“ He smiled and I was… Feeling bad for him? „I… I’m sorry about this.“ I mumbled, but Tenko smiled. „That’s okay.“ He said and stopped. I looked at my apartment building and I gulped. „Come with me… if you can…“ I whispered and he looked at me in disbelief. „Really? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.“ He mumbled. I took his hand and led him inside. „Okay.“ He whispered and went inside. We sat down on the bed together and looked at each other. I quickly gave him a little kiss. „Thank you for the date.“

Part 4

[miraculouswoman]

Well since it's Monday again, I have decided to draw professor fizzy, well for some reason the fact that I actually remembered that one show on PBS kids I used to watch

[charmsponies]

Went shopping with Saturn today and yesterday :3 Found some ponies for 2-3$ each! I got a g3 Fizzy Pop who is the most chewed girl ever! Chewed Face and hooves, missing an entire ass foot magnet! And I got a nice condition 4.5 (My first ever one!) of Trixie Lulamoon. Saturn got a 4.5 Luna btw.

We also got cool video games ^^ Yesterday I got Professor Layton and the Curious village AND Diabolical box for 10 bucks each (I only need Azran Legacy to own all the original 6 layton games, and I have the crossover) And it was neat because they had cases and all the manuals and stuff (Diabollical box has the little train ticket to folsence!) Saturn also got me Digimon world 4 for the ps2 :D Also he got Zelda Spirit tracks, which was cool because he played that game as a kid but then his sibling stole the copy of it.

And now Im going to the bins so who knows what else I'll find, wish me pony luck!

[yourfaveneedsakiss]

Professor Fizzy from Fizzy Lunch Lab needs a kiss! 💋

Requested by @miraculouswoman

[lunaticobscurity]

aldi's knockoffs of cheery coke zero and dr pepper zero are pretty good. the dr pepper zero is called "professor peppy" and tastes more like dr pepper than real dr pepper zero does, even.

but they have the loudest fucking bubbles of any fizzy pop i ver remember encountering