They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

And, like, there’s a million reasons NOT to do this, primary among them the whole it’s Deadpool thing and being in a library with the police outside, but Peter has a feeling this isn’t going to take very long, and they’ve been dancing around this forever. Wade gives a roll of his hips and Peter’s hands are suddenly working without his permission, rolling up Wade’s mask until the second his mouth is visible.

Wade licks his lips, and then Peter’s back is slammed up against the bookshelf as Wade crushes their mouths together. Wade’s lips are slick with spit and rough against Peter’s, but there’s something almost reverent about his kiss, like he can’t believe he’s been allowed it. Peter holds onto Wade’s still-masked cheeks and holds him in place so he can take a moment to appreciate the feel of Wade’s full bottom lip caught between his own, and how it gives when Peter bites down.

 MRA terrorists storm the library, and Peter is unreasonably jealous of how into his secret identity Deadpool seems to be.

Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating.

And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me.

I drag Potter to bed.

Peter can't stop looking at and thinking about Wade's great big arms and shoulders and hands and back. He's fine. (He's not fine.)

One beautiful sunny Sunday the Slytherins wake up after a raunchy night only to discover a very naked Harry Potter sleeping in their dormitory. Naturally, they ask themselves a logical question: Who the hell shagged him?

"You could not," Smike whispers back, curling an arm around Nicholas's neck. "There could be nothing hurtful about having Nicholas inside me."

"Yes, I want to," Nicholas breathes hotly at his parted mouth, feeling their quick breath match, mingle. He licks at the boy's slack bottom lip once, just a swipe of his tongue. Smike is shivering apart, and his hands catch wring at the shoulders of Nicholas's shirt.

Peter may not be an Avenger, but he sure takes a beating like one. And Wade’s definitely noticed

Steve & Bucky have sex with a tentacle monster to heal each other.

Colin Drury:

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High street newsagents are to sell so-called “porn passes” that will allow adults to visit over-18 websites anonymously.

The 16-digit cards will allow browsers to avoid giving personal details online when asked to prove their age.

Instead, they would show shopkeepers a passport or driving licence when buying the pass.

The UK’s film censor, the British Board of Film Classification, carried out a public consultation ahead of age-verification laws that are to be introduced this year that will require viewers to prove they are over 18 when viewing certain sites.

The legislation is designed to stop children accessing online pornography.

But there are concerns that asking adults to hand over passport or driving licence details to view adult material could leave them open to data-hacking and blackmail.

Some 56% of British adults admitted to watching pornography in a 2014 study carried out by The Observer.

David Austin, chief executive with the BBFC, told The Daily Telegraph that such a process would be “simpler than people think” to create.</p>

Well, that's one way to keep local newsagents alive, I guess.

Sansa Stark has always had a bit of a crush on her brother's best friend, Jon Snow. Jon Snow has always had a bit of a crush on his best friend's sister, Sansa Stark. But when they act on their attraction after a few too many glasses of wine, they find that their actions have one very important unintended consequence.