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tgmsunmontue · 1 month

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More than movie magic... 18/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN

Chapter 16 is pretty much the only explicit chapter (so far), so you can skip it if you like, but it's not explicit by my standards, and it's very soft/tender.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Well hey there…” Jake says, and now that he knows Bradley likes his Texan accent he makes no effort to temper it, but Bradley looks annoyed instead of amused or aroused and Jake hopes the annoyance isn’t directed at him. Not already.

“Hi. Can I talk to you real quick?”

“Uh, yeah, of course…”

Of course there are catcalls and Jake rolls his eyes, but his heart is beating fast, thundering in his ears, terrified that this is somehow going to be his shortest lived relationship ever. He doesn’t know what he’s projecting exactly, but Bradley’s reaching for him, lacing their fingers together and pulling him to the side, just out of the way and out of earshot from most people although he notes pretty much every eye in the room is turned their way.

“Hey. Hey calm down. We’re fine. You’re fine…”

Bradley has shifted, putting his back to the room, as if he’s protecting Jake from everyone, eyes flicking over his face and his expression is concerned. Fuck.

“Jake… you with me?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just… heard those words before and it’s generally not the start of a good conversation.”

“Sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry. I just need to tell you something, and I feel like I’m going to be apologizing a lot today. Nothing either of us did though, okay?”

“The photos?”

“Yeah. Mav’s seen them.”

“Mav?”

“Sorry. Pete. He’s on his way here because he called me from the air and he’s incapable of believing I can make my own life decisions.”

“Okay. That’s okay. I’ve met Pete before.”

“Yeah. You met professional-Pete, not parent-Pete. Different beast unfortunately. Just… if I could have kept him from meeting your mom until after we were married or something that’s how I would have played it, but, uh…”

“You’ve thought about us getting married?” Jake blurts out, surprised.

“Uh. No? Well. Not in detail exactly.”

All his feelings around Bradley second guessing his decision to be with him have just dissolved, and he knows he had no reason to doubt it, but also knows his brain isn’t a rational place sometimes. Instead he’s watching Bradley blush and look awkward and he’s definitely falling in love with him.

“I generally don’t start relationships with people I can’t imagine myself spending the rest of my life with? I’m thirty-five, I have a better idea of what I’m looking for. And I can imagine a future with you, so… here we are.”

“Oh. So why would Pete be worried about that?”

“God. This is not the place for that conversation. Just. I’ll tell you, but we have fifteen minutes before we’re meant to be on set and I need to tell you something else… He’s bringing Tom. His partner. Um.”

Jake has to admit he’s confused. Pete having a male partner doesn’t really explain why Bradley seems as worked up as he is.

“Okay. So it’s a man. You seriously don’t think I’d have a problem with that do you?” Jake asks, staring at him and gesturing between the two of them. Bradley is shaking his head though, like there’s more and Jake waits.

“Tom as in Tom Kazansky.”

“What?”

Okay then. That’s a name and a half. Jake knows who that is of course, but he never met the man, Kazansky being pretty much a recluse since his health scare a decade previous when Jake had only just started making a name for himself. Jake isn’t even sure he’d recognize the man, the photo used in any media one from over twenty years ago.

“Yeah. They’re… shit. Thought I’d have time to tell you and prepare you for how weird they are. They have… a complicated relationship. They’re both incredibly stubborn and agree that they love each other, but they also… well. Tom got cancer, so he called it all off, said Pete could find someone better, and that started a whole other fight, but it was the most ridiculous thing, arguing over who loved each other more. They’re both hopeless, but neither of them can see it.”

“Oookay…” Jake says slowly, his mind racing, because quite frankly he doesn’t care about Pete or Tom, he just wants Bradley to stop freaking out. “Bradley. They aren’t going to scare me off anymore than my family has scared you off.”

As he’d hoped that makes Bradley laugh and he can’t help his answering grin.

“I like your family.”

“Well, that’s good. God. We’ve got to get to set. Marcia is going to have my head.”

“I need to talk to her too, give her a heads up about Pete,” Bradley says, and he’s glancing over his shoulder then, eyes scanning the room and Jake reaches for his face and gets his attention before kissing him.

“Go. I’ll see you in the arena shortly. Hope you appreciate that I don’t have to do makeup today!”

… … …

He’s distracted as he watches Jake walk away, but only a little, because he needs to find Marcia and Arnold, let them know that Pete is coming, but only to visit him and not to be an ass and tread on another turf, despite that totally being Mav’s MO. He knows Mav is getting on and mutters about retiring, but whenever he’s not working Bradley has to deal with more of his bullshit than usual.

“Bradley, you haven’t eaten anything!” Aunty Kaye calls out, and he startles a little, turning toward her, because she’s not wrong, but he is going to be late to set.

“Uh, no, haven’t really had time yet. I did grab a protein bar. Thank you for that by the way,” Bradley says, and he hopes he isn’t blushing too badly.

“Hmm. That’s not proper food.”

“No, I know. I just had a phone call. My dad is coming to visit. Both of them I guess. They’ll probably be here for lunch actually. Assuming they don’t get lost…”

“Well I look forward to meeting them. Hmm. Do you know why I like you Bradley?”

“Um. I thought maybe you liked most people?” Bradley asks, suddenly feeling like he’s smack bang in the center of a minefield with no idea how he got there. And of course he can’t be rude and just run away, he’d much rather incur Marcia’s wrath than Aunty Kaye’s at the end of the day.

“Oh, I do dear. But I liked you before I’d even met you.”

“Oh.”

Now he’s confused.

“You stand up to him, you wouldn’t let him try anything risky or dangerous and he complained about it bitterly,” she says, laughing. “But you know what I thought?”

“What?”

“That that sounded like someone who would keep Jake safe and unharmed. I’m his mom, of course I want him safe. He gets into enough trouble without thinking he can do risky stunts.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“You don’t let him railroad you into things, I admire that too.”

“Thanks?”

“Here, on his own turf, watching him do something he was born with in his blood? You trust him to know his limits. He needs that too.”

Bradley just nods, not sure if he’s even allowed to speak.

“So. I like you. However if I ever find out you’ve deliberately hurt him, either emotionally, physically or mentally I want you to know that you won’t see me coming. I will find you. Now, I can’t really threaten you with bodily harm, however I can threaten you with my disappointing looks, which my children assure me are the worst thing they’ve ever experienced. Of course, if Jake screws this up he’ll also be on the receiving end of one of such looks. However, I feel like you’re a man who doesn’t give up easily. Some days you’re going to have to dig-deep, because my baby can get in his own head and think the worst of everything and everyone, but I think if he were easy you wouldn’t be as interested as you seem to be.”

Bradley gapes like a fish, mouth opening and closing and he has no idea what to even say, where to start with everything she’s just said. All it’s highlighting is that he and Jake really need to have a proper talk. Not just about their relationship, but maybe about potential baggage that they have, because he thought maybe he was the only one. He should have known that wasn’t going to be the case.

“I’ve already told Jake that I think he’s worth it.”

“Good. Maybe he’ll believe you.”

NINETEEN

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

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if-music-be-the-food-of-love · 2 years

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Rewatching Kinnporsche is like:

First time: ew Vegas.

Second time: ooooh he’s pretty. I love him. I want him to run off into the sunset with Pete. He deserves his happy little family and a partner who’s into his kinks.

***

First time: Pete is such a goofy weirdo. I love him tho.

Second time: He’s a badass, omg. Pete sees things. He owns the bodyguard shared brain cell and only lends it out when necessary.

***

First time: vegaspete? wtf? this makes no sense. When?

Second time: ohhh Pete’s been fighting his attraction for awhile. Shiiiiiit. I mean. He almost melted into a puddle when Vegas touched his clothed back. And some of those looks he flashes Vegas in ep 10? Damn.

***

First time: vegaspete. I don’t get it. I don’t get it. But I don’t have to get it. That’s okay. I love them.

Second time: I still don’t get it, but I can see how it works now. I love them so much, and when they’re soft together, I fall to pieces. Pete’s afterglow smile, istg, how are we supposed to survive that? I’m melting.

This is some fucking romance right here.

***

First time: Vegas is evil and manipulative (and yes, much of that is caused by his father and the animosity between the families, but it’s not an excuse).

Second time: He’s much more complicated than that. It’s still not okay, but there’s so much more depth and nuance there than I originally thought. He’s trying to please an unpleasable father in a situation that is designed to make him fail, and somehow, somehow, this is his fault. He can’t win. No one expects him to win. No one wants him to win. No one has ever supported him. No one sees him. No one sees how he’s been formed by this toxicity. No one recognizes that he is also a victim.

Except Pete. And that leads to…

***

First time: Does Vegas actually care about Pete? After hitting on/trying to seduce everyone else, how genuine are his feelings? Can we trust this?

Of course, it’s answered in ep 14, especially when he turns around…his face, wow. Yay for genuine, but—

Second Time: It was obvious much sooner than that. He’s so vulnerable around Pete. He lets his guard down, which is why Pete can see through the bullshit. The soft smiles when no one is looking (that one when he’s reading while Pete eats his noodles, just damn. That smile is for himself alone. There’s no one to impress or convince or manipulate. It’s fucking real. MY HEART).

Cooking for Pete. Listening to him, actually hearing his words and taking them to heart. Allowing Pete to comfort him. It’s so obvious in the journey of his facial expressions. Vegas is IN LOVE, and (the part that makes me lose my mind)—

It’s bc Pete doesn’t want anything from him. He’s literally powerless, and he asks for nothing. Everyone needs/uses Vegas for their owns means. He’s a weapon, a tool for others, someone expendable. Pete wants nothing and yet HE OFFERS COMFORT ANYWAY. Pete’s actions are so selfless that they take Vegas so completely by surprise he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Vegas has found someone he can trust, who loves him, and is into his kinks. With that onslaught, he doesn’t stand a chance.

And that’s why this moment is so huge!

Bc once again, EVERYONE wants something from him. He has nothing left to give. He’s willing to let Pete go bc he loves him, BUT Pete, who has never wanted anything from him, doesn’t give a shit about that. He wants Vegas. That’s all. That’s enough.

And I’m so emotional about it, omfg. Never gonna recover from this. THE ROMANCE. screaming crying throwing up. tears everywhere.

(Side note: just what a master class of acting these episodes are for Bible, geez).

***

First time: Vegas better be the bestest best boyfriend to ever boyfriend or the combined major and minor family (and me) will be coming after him. Pete deserves the world.

Second time: still same, haha. (Only perhaps even more vehemently)

***

Is it too much to ask for domestic, happy vegaspete with no violence or manipulation in season 2?

#well this got out of control and is significantly longer and less funny than I planned #oops my emotion ran away with me but seriously how can they not?#kinnporsche #vegaspete #soft vegaspete makes me melt #kinnporsche rewatch #I’m probably gonna do a kinnporsche one bc I love those romcom idiots so much

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cbsghostsmetasandtrevor · 8 months

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CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Sam's Return

Warning Spoilers may appear.

I can’t believe they tried to fool us with Jay acting like he lost Sam. Also, someone from his family he should be there to support him.

She makes a point to mention that she was technically dead for three minutes - I wonder, does that mean that she would have become a ghost? Would she have seen other ghosts when she died? How did that all work? I NEED to know. Why did we skip this informational scenes? It would be so good!

Side note, Jay is adorable.

LMAO - Alberta’s been dead for (at this point) about 93 years and SOMEHOW knows ALL of the words to the song and all of her songs? And she’s so into it - I wonder if the less than excited audience affects her at all? Because she doesn’t look like it does. She’s so excited and into it for that.

I love this gif - Trevor is taking up the ENTIRE couch and looking SO bored, Hetty looks like she’s asleep and could fall on top of Trevor in any moment, and Isaac looks like he’s prepared to sneak out.

So, Interesting that Hetty&Trevor are in the same shot together - does that mean she believes him about not wanting to hurt Sam? Has she forgiven him for the accident? Is he okay with her accusing him and freak him out in that last scene? Knowing about Ghost Court - Did one of them have to spend banishment time in the woods???? I am so curious.

All interesting thoughts.

Pete’s the ONLY excited one - and knowing about his crush on Alberta and the fact that he’s clearly in charge of the club days, it makes sense. Meanwhile, Thor claps twice - alright Thor. I suppose you tried? More than the others, anyway.

LMAO - Sass is SO BORED that he has COUNTED this particular song 487 times! That’s NUTS! It’s only be 93 years - that means she’s sung it 5 times a year (which is actually not that bad but 487 sounds like a LOT more). Anyway, I love Sass supplying the number of times that Alberta has sung this song.

Also, this tells us a lot about Sass - he’s still paying attention (even bored) and had a pretty good memory. It does explain his stories and whatnot too.

Laying it on thick, Pete. Clearly the crush is strong already.

I love how Thor’s ‘ooooh, something else!’ “Landship!” Is something is very Thor and I’m curious - when does he learn about cars but then deliberately decides to troll everyone by still calling them Landships?

OMG I love the way they are suddenly awake and excited! Something is happening and literally, Trevor nearly falls off trying to get up! It’s freaking hilarious. I love it so much!

OOOOOh, First time we see Flower in this scene, AND Hetty is clearly telling everyone, but specifically Trevor that Sam is alive and well. This is interesting for two reasons:

1. They’ve obviously made up as mentioned earlier.

2. He’s obviously expressed some worry over what happened, and she’s assuring him that Sam is fine.

And here’s Trevor’s relief. It’s interesting that Flower/Thor are standing back, that Isaac despite appearing to have a faster time to getting up and reacting that Trevor beats him to the window. Same with Pete. Also, Alberta wasn’t curious? Sass wasn’t curious?

Guess it makes sense that Trevor&Hetty react the reveal since Trevor was the cause of the accident and Hetty is her relative.

ANYWAY, I just realized that there’s a lot of subtly in the relationships without the dialog to explain it.

I really like this.

Thanks for reading!

Feel free to chat :)

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #pilot #isaac higgintoot #alberta haynes #jay arondekar #sam arondekar #sasappis #pete martino #Thor #Flower

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domsaysstuff · 2 years

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My brain decided to randomly remind me about this AU idea so I'm sharing some ideas as to how it could go down in case some very nice writer decided to pick it up (i'm begging)

Mr. & Mrs. Smith Kinnporsche AU

Kinn is still a Mafia guy, just not to the outside world. The name Theerapanyakul means nothing in the underworld, just another rich businessman.

Blue Dragon on the other hand? He's the King of the underworld, anonymous to most, just this looming figure that only handful of people have seen but everyone in the underworld knows by heart that is filled with fear.

Meanwhile Porsche is a part or even a boss of a vigilante organization that takes care of criminals that the cops are too corrupted to take care of but to the outside world he always pretends he is a cop.

First meeting goes Porsche goes on a mission to find the mafia guy who is said to have a meeting with a Blue Dragon. Some trouble and complications ensue and Porsche and Kinn fall into bed thinking that the other is just a civilian, a cop and a businessman.

But also what makes it spicer™ is that day they met Porsche wasn't really there for the mafia guy but for the Blue Dragon because their organization have tried to find out and neutralize the mafia king for so long.

And Kinn is aware of this villigante organization and what nuisence they are for business but they are hidden from the law and from the mafia world bc they what they are doing.

But they fall in love, while still lying to each other and like what I love about mrs. And mr. Smith is that the love is there but it has gone stale because the people they have fallen in love with have gotten buried under all those lies they told. So Kinnporsche fall in love and then with lies comes the staleness. Like Kinn plays the perfect boring businessman while Porsche loses his playfulness to play a doting husband and somehow they get buried in lies.

And then the same day Kinn finally gets a dossier on Porsche from one of his informants. Just as Porsche gets his own on Blue Dragon from his team.

Scenes I thought because of this au?

Ofc the hot movie fight scene

The movie scene where they talk about the parents meeting but it's kinnporsche so Kinn obviously can't lie because he is a public figure just as his family is. But Porsche hires fake parents. Kinn does get to meet Chay tho

Since I always wonder in these au's who would get the children (arm and pete) in this temporary divorce (like i know they are Khun's truly) i think Porsche gets one child, Arm as from his organization. And like into Khun's detail (since Khun has normal non-mafia bodyguards and also Arm doesn't reveal his tech-smarts he doesn't know abt rhe mafia stuff) And it leads to the scene:

Kinn aiming his gun at Porsche, Porsche's back pressed to the wall his own pistol long gone they are both bruised up and panting. But then Kinn stops upon learning that Arm is Porsche's guy. And all steel control and anger and threat in this voice he goes "Is that a threat to my brother?" And Porsche hears the betrayal in his voice, bc Kinn could shoulder the lies between them, he has lied himself, the trying to kill each kther is a minor problem too, but threatening Khun's life is different. And Porsche is all anger and splutters "What the fuck? Of course no! I adore Khun."

"Then pray tell my, why would you put one of your people there if you adore him so, then?" Kinn lifts one eyebrow all comending and dangerous and Porsche shouldn't find it hot but by god he does.

"Exactly for that reason! I wanted someone I could trust to keep him safe you dick head!" And first there is a surprise on Kinn's face. Then there is softness and tenderness and love and Porsche can't take that. Not when Kinn is the enemy. And it breaks his heart. So he uses this moment of distraction to disarm Kinn to take that expression out of his face.

And then says all being little shit "you really need to be more alert, honey"

I hope this yet another brainworm will entertain some of you!

#dom's au idea of the day #kinnporsche #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fanfic #fanfiction ideas #fanfiction prompts #mr & mrs smith au #it's less angsty then my idea of the day before but the angst potential is there people

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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Okay so the end of your newest fic has me in PUDDLES and I’m absolutely in love with the addition of the Law Offices of McGraw & Gates and how Lucius and Eddy bond over their shared hatred of Flint. Is there anything in the world that would make Izzy and Stede join forces? How would that play out? I kind of love their dynamic lol

(I mean there's one thing that would get them to unite every time)

“If you mix bleach and ammonia, you’ll create a dangerous gas and knock yourself the fuck out at best,” Izzy said with what he thought was miraculous patience considering Read was accidentally trying to kill herself again.

“I’m pretty sure my mom used to do it,” Read started then stopped. “Ah, fuck.”

“Just put the fucking bleach down,” he instructed. His phone pinged. “Hold that thought.”

He was waiting for a message from a client, but this wasn’t it. The contact that Izzy had marked as ‘Motherfucking Asshole’ came across his screen. Considering he had the man’s number at all, it was a pretty useless expression of his general feelings, but he had to get his jollies somehow these days.

Stede: I need your help.

“Am I having a stroke?” he muttered.

“From the bleach?” Read asked, anxiously.

“No, just put some water and baking soda on it. That’ll lift the worst of it.”

Izzy: with what?

Stede: Lucius had a very dizzy spell, nearly fell over. He’s refusing to even stay sitting down let alone go to the doctor. He made me promise not to tell Pete, but he forgot I had your number.

Izzy’s blood ran cold.

Izzy: I’ll be there in ten minutes. Give him something to eat.

It was hot as hell out today and Lucius’ inability to remember to drink water when it was not placed directly in his line of sight had probably gotten him. It was likely fine.

Izzy did not settle for ‘likely fine’ under any circumstances for Lucius.

“Okay, bye then!” Read called after him.

“I’ll explain later!” He called back, already hitting the button for the elevator.

Stede: I’ve tried that already, but he said earlier his stomach was bothering him.

Izzy: is he glassy eyed? Flushed?

Stede: Not sure about the eyes, it’s not bright enough in here to tell, but yes he might be flushed.

Izzy: is he being a dick?

Stede: I wasn’t going to say anything. Seems rude when he’s not well, but yes. Very dickish.

Izzy: He’s got a fever.

Which was bad, but also at least an explanation. Pete had mentioned, off-handed, that Lucius got dizzy with fevers. If he’d been attempting to power through one, on top of the heat that would easily fell him.

Stede: He shouldn’t be here then. He knows better.

Izzy: in the car. Get water into him.

It wasn’t possible to shave much time off the drive to the Revenge this time of day. Lights and traffic prevented any real speed. That didn’t stop him from gunning it at every possible point. When he arrived, he parked in the first open spot and not particularly well.

The side door was propped open for him. Opening wasn’t far off, though the show was hours away. Lucius’ long Friday shift would only just be beginning. Izzy walked in, warily.

Lucius was behind the bar, but he wasn’t moving around or giving out directions to the Swede. He was just standing there, holding on to the bar like it might slide away from him. His eyes were closed. The glass of water just a foot or so from his hand was being ignored.

Stede came out of the bathroom and as soon as the door creaked, Lucius’ eyes snapped open and his attention went back to his hands, the flash of a knife as he returned to slicing limes. Stede saw Izzy and let out a relieved breath as he crossed.

“All right, that’s enough now.” Stede said in his callous director’s way. A tone that Lucius reacted to with a snarl instead of a scoff. Woah, okay then. Definitely a fever. “I’ve called the Swede to come in early.”

“It’s his day off,” Lucius slapped the knife down a little too carelessly for Izzy’s taste.

“And you covered his last three sick days, Pup.” Izzy walked into Lucius’ line of sight.

“Oh you fucking Judas,” Lucius hissed at Stede.

“I know, I’m very terrible,” and maybe, in fairness, it wasn’t the ruthless director at the moment, but a very concerned friend. “But I think you might be unwell.”

“I’m not sick. I just needed to close my eyes for a second.”

Izzy reached over, tugged Lucius down by the neck of his shirt and kissed him. The fact that Lucius sort of toppled into it was sign one, but the heat of his skin as Izzy cupped the back of his neck sign two through a hundred.

“What hurts?” Izzy demanded. Lucius knew from colds and fevers. He whined through them mostly, making big productions of mild malaise. He wouldn’t have come in if he had the sniffles, so it was something bigger.

“Nothing. I took some painkillers before I came to work and it was fine.”

“Pup.” He stared at him at close range. Lucius blinked first. Sign one hundred and one. Shit.

“My ear felt weird. Stuffed up. I figured it was allergies, you know I get gross this time of year. Hurt a little more this morning, but the Swede was looking forward to going out and then I got here and everything was a mess from last night-”

“We’ve got it,” Stede said firmly. “Please, for the love of all thing, go home, Lucius. Or better yet, go to urgent care or something.”

For a second Lucius looked like he might protest on principal a last time, but instead he sagged over the bar with a pathetic whimper.

“Yeah, okay.”

Several hours later, Izzy reluctantly picked his phone back up.

Izzy: very bad ear infection, caught it just in time. Horse pill antibiotics for the next ten days.

Stede: not like him to bully through that kind of thing. Is he resting now?

Izzy: passed out on the couch. Pete knows. Says he’s been weird the last day or two.

Stede: Glad he knows, did he say why?

Izzy: his cousin’s wedding is this weekend.

Stede: The one he wasn’t invited to? That makes more sense.

The very same. Without his mother brokering the connection, all of Lucius’ relatives seemed to have forgotten he existed. Lucius was clear that it was unlikely she was spreading the word around, just his lack of presence and his mother’s silence would be enough.

Izzy: I hate that woman. If he didn’t love her so much, the things that I would do.

Stede: I would drive you there and provide the alibi.

Eventually, Izzy got Lucius into bed. Got him to drink some water too and eat a little. Lucius grumbled, but curled around him afterwards.

“Sorry,” he muttered into Izzy’s stomach.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Pup.”

“I should say sorry to Stede.”

“He understood.”

Lucius paused, then barked a laugh. “You two. You teamed up on me. Peace between nations! Release the doves.”

“Shut up, you’re hallucinating. It never happened,” Izzy groaned.

“You totally did. I can’t believe it. And now I know it’s possible. Oh the things I can do.”

“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” he sighed. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you’re alright.”

“...I hate when you ruin a perfectly good evil planning session by being really really sweet. Fuck,” Lucius wrapped an arm around Izzy’s hips. “Stop that. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Izzy assured him and let him drift off like that. It’d be deeply uncomfortable soon, but for right now, he could tolerate just about any annoyance.

Stede: Can I doordash him some soup?

Izzy: got homemade stuff here.

Stede: what a lovely little homemaker you are

Almost any.

Izzy: Doordash yourself some fucking vegetables before you die of malnutrition and fuck off.

Stede: Your concern, as always, is appreciated and duly ignored.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #goblin king and the pup #izzy hands #lucius black #stede teach bonnet

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jmagnabo92 · 1 year

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CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Sam’s Return

OOOOH - Onto Sam’s Return to the mansion.

Warning, I may or may not give details from the future episodes during the discussions.

Gifs and discussion below:

I can’t believe they tried to fool us with Jay acting like he lost Sam.

Side, Jay, is adorable.

All interesting thoughts.

Pete’s the ONLY excited one - and knowing about his crush on Alberta and the fact that he’s clearly in charge of the club days, it makes sense. Meanwhile, Thor claps twice - alright Thor.

Also, this tells us a lot about Sass - he’s still paying attention (even bored) and had a pretty good memory. It does explain his stories and whatnot too.

Laying it on thick, Pete.

OMG I love the way they are suddenly awake and excited! Something is happening and literally, Trevor nearly falls off trying to get up! It’s freaking hilarious. I love it so much!

OOOOOh, First time we see Flower in this scene, AND Hetty is clearly telling everyone, but specifically Trevor that Sam is alive and well. This is interesting for two reasons:

1. They’ve obviously made up as mentioned earlier.

2. He’s obviously expressed some worry over what happened, and she’s assuring him that Sam is fine.

Guess it makes sense that Trevor&Hetty react the reveal since Trevor was the cause of the accident and Hetty is her relative.

ANYWAY, I just realized that there’s a lot of subtly in the relationships without the dialog to explain it.

I really like this.

Feel free to chat :)

#CBS Ghosts #Ghosts CBS #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #Alberta Haynes #pete martino #Thor #isaac higgintoot #Flower #Sass

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artisdrama · 2 years

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Hope you don’t mind this question, how do you think sexual intercourse is going to happen between VegasPete? Considering the context of Pete’s situation and how Vegas’ uses his body to get what he wants/manipulate people(?). I’m quite curious of how their dynamics (power imbalance…) are going to be as well since they have so much in common yet nothing at all. I also wonder what’s about Pete that is going to break Vegas’ walls (the hedgehog theory)

so i have a lot of thoughts but so far i'm not sure about any of them, as i sometimes fear i'm to caught up on the novel still and that can mess my interpretation.

if boc wants to go for the safer route to tell their story, the sexual intercourse probably will start from pete being somehow aroused during torture and vegas noticing it and provoking him. i think that's the only option to avoid fans going feral due to how consent is already dubious (considering the fact that pete is, in fact, being captive and unable to fully consent, as vegas can punish him if he says no). in a sense, narrative wise, it's a must for it to start from him.

sex scenes in kinnporsche are tasteful and important to the plot, and i think pete's consideration to vegas as a person and sympathy will be what breaks vegas. vegas, to me, is a hypersexual person due to his trauma and has an almost mechanical atitude towards sex. i don't think he takes full enjoyment from it as he thinks he does and that expresses in his bdsm experience, using sex also as a way to dominate people since he has so little control of his life. since pete has seen the worst in him and still found a hint of humanity to latch onto, unlike vegas past lovers where he manipulated and hid his true self, it will make sex between them start to feel different from other sex vegas had until that point. chances are vegas will get addicted to pete, while pete will surrender to the feelings as, in the series, pete seems to truly believe that he will die, and any second could be that.

i'd risk to say that the more vegas opens to pete (that's treating him well in hope he'll just spare him and kill already) the less sadistic it gets and the more both of them get involved. i think pete will enjoy how much he affects vegas, and take pleasure in how obsessed vegas is with him to the point he visits him every single day, which will remind pete that he did his job so well that vegas can't take him out of his mind. if pete starts craving that attention, probably will be out of sympathy for the redeeming characteristics he'll see in vegas that fit him so well. i think pete drives from the acknowledgement, and i'd say he definitely doesn't like pain as much as he likes the punishment (which in this context for him is the said acknowledgement).

i also like (though i'm not that sure about) the theory that, when pete starts having feelings, he will second guess them because of vegas' "feelings" for porsche, which he doesn't know aren't true because he wasn't in the kidnapping scene, and the conflict that was caused by yim in the novel will be probably pete feeling bad for being jealous of his best friend but desiring vegas' whole attention to him. and pete's insecurity in vegas' "love", which vegas considers to be the only love he ever truly felt, will make vegas break down in an attempt to prove to pete how much he needs pete in his life.

but being completely honest, i'm still expecting a little surprise, something extra. just not sure what, since i feel the missing piece in all this is what is exactly vegas' trauma in the series and if they changed the whole his dad pimping him arc.

#vegaspete #vegas kornwit theerapanyakun #pete phongsakorn #vegaspete analysis #also i thrive on vegas being miserable in the end i want this man begging on his knees crying and screaming #ask

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theslaysisters · 2 years

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝕴 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ | (Bully x Reader)

...

"Hey, excuse me, is Jimmy here by any chance?"

I caught the short lanky boy's attention. Honestly, I think I scared the poor thing because he wouldn't stop staring at me with those big brown bug eyes.

"He told me to meet him here after school, he didn't specify where in this building, though."

I feel so bad. This boy was probably so freaked out that a girl was in here.

"Woah, I- um- you're the new girl, (Y/N)? Right? I'm Pete. Pete Kowalski." Pete got all flustered, guess the girls here don't occasionally sneak in here. Can't say I blame them, smells like fresh asshole in here.

I walked toward Pete. I stood across from where he was sitting. I noticed he was wearing a baby pink shirt.

"Cute shirt you got there."

He looked down at his shirt.

"Oh--um--thanks."

"No seriously. Love that shirt." I paused and smiled at him. "I love that color."

A smile on his face grew from ear to ear.

"Wow, really? I thought you were just making fun of me."

I stood there, surprised. How could anyone make fun of this sweet boy?

"Why would I make fun of you?" I said as I crossed my arms and tilted my head.

"It's just 'cause--nevermind."

I could tell there was a lot on Pete's mind. There were things he wanted to share with me, but just chose not to. The look on his face showed that he had been through a lot. There was a silence between us that felt painfully long, but in reality it was just a few seconds. I had to break this silence.

"Sooo, just out of curiosity, has it always been this crazy here?"

I needed to know, maybe somehow I could convince my parents that Bullworth Academy is not for me so we could move back home! Sounds like a predictable plan, yes, but I'm still willing to do whatever it takes to go back home even if I'm in the works of tutoring a mysterious boy.

"Pretty much, that's Bullworth for ya. Home to all the psychos, sociopaths, masochists, and any other '-ists' that fit the criteria."

That doesn't sound good at all.

"Don't sweat it though, If it makes you feel better, over time I think you'll adjust fine here."

There was no doubt about what Pete said was true. After what happened yesterday, my intuition was right so far about the school hiding something. Bullworth is absolutely crazy and a total madhouse! I was doomed if this was the case.

"I'm sorry if this is a personal question, but do you have friends here?"

I just had to know. I could see a little bit of myself in Pete, so if he had no friends, I had no hope for myself ever finding friends here.

His facial expression changed. He no longer had a smile on his face and his head tilted down, his elbows on his knees.

Oh, shit. I shouldn't have asked that.

"Oh--I'm sorry. You don't have to--"

"No, it's fine." He said, looking back up at me. "If I'm being completely honest--then no. Not really."

How could this be? Pete was so friendly. Anyone would be lucky to have him as a friend.

"Well--"

Fuck it, I should just ask him to be friends.

Pete's eyes brightened.

"We could be friends." I continued.

#bully game #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully cce #gary smith #jimmy hopkins #bully x reader #xreader #reader insert #wattpad #pete kowalski

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Co-authored by @biweatherman and @blacklavenderbeard

Summary: Father Hands, a loyal priest of the Kraken, grapples with his devotion to his god and his hatred of Edward’s companion, Stede. As he balances a fickle god, a kind one he has never forgiven, and a seemingly incompetent crew, Izzy must also contend with his own perceptions of what it means to worship. [ SteddyHands, Rated M ]

Chapter: Written in the Scriptures (4/13) | WC: 3.8k

AO3

Warnings: None this Chapter

For now, the calm holds, and the crew somehow become even softer, coddled by the still waves with just enough breeze on the wind to stop them from being becalmed, but not enough to give them any real trouble.

They are, at least currently, doing actual work, although Izzy could hardly call it work. Stede has decided that they needed a flag, and while Izzy figured this could be sorted easily enough - as the Kraken and Stede have plenty of pageantry to draw on - Stede insisted that the crew should decide, drawing on their own creativity. Edward had just nodded in agreement. Something uncomfortable settled in Izzy’s chest in that moment at the sight of his god, this powerful figure, just standing behind another god and not even bothering to give his own opinion on the matter. But, as Izzy has grown all too accustomed to doing around Stede, he swallows his insults and his pride, simply nodding in agreement.

So here the crew are, sitting on the deck with an almost unfathomable pile of fine fabrics laid out in front of them, brightly coloured and soft. They must have cost a fortune. Izzy is certain he was looking at more money than his parish received in a year spread out on the deck, ready to be torn to shreds. It’s shameful really, the waste. But for all Stede’s flaws, Izzy figures it to be a lesser one, considering that mortal money means less than nothing to a god.

“What flag are you going to make, Izzy?” Wee John asks, glancing up from where he cuts through a gold, embroidered fabric.

“Hands,” Izzy bites out in response.

“Your flag’s going to have hands on it? That’s not very majestic,” Pete says.

“My name. It’s Hands.” Father or First Mate, he doesn’t particularly care, but to be treated with such a distinct lack of respect and familiarity as to be called by his first name makes his skin crawl. He can’t even remember the last time someone besides Edward or Stede has called him by his first name- not until meeting this lot that is.

“I thought I heard Stede call you Izzy?” Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow, and Izzy grits his teeth, willing his expression to remain neutral.

“My name is Izzy Hands. But you can call me Mr. Hands, Mr. Spriggs,” Izzy says, speaking slowly as if talking to a child. In a way, it feels like he is.

“I think we’ll just stick with calling you Izzy,” Wee John adds. “Anyways, you didn’t answer the question. What flag are you making?”

“I’m not making a flag.” Izzy responds, staring out at the horizon and praying the Kraken may take pity on him and a storm will roll in to take his attention away from this conversation. But the Kraken has never been one for pity, and the sky stays blue and tranquil.

“You don’t have to worry about not knowing how to sew. If you want, you could tell one of us your idea and we could do it.”

“I know how to fucking sew.” Izzy says. Of course he does. He’s mended his clothes so often he’s certain the shirt he wears is currently more scrap fabric and thread than the original material.

“Then why aren’t you making a flag?” The Swede asks, head tilting in confusion.

“Because I’m busy,” Izzy spits, trying not to shift from where he’s standing, looking over them, aware that there is currently nothing occupying his time.

“Busy doing what?” Lucius asks, a smug grin on his face.

“I have to check the rations.” Izzy says, storming below deck.

He knows off the top of his head exactly how much of each supply they have, having counted the rations yesterday and every day before that, the act becoming almost a form of ritual, but it’s something to do- an excuse to leave the conversation on deck, to retreat from the sound of laughter at his back. And doesn’t that fucking sting. He has spent his life carving out a role where he was. And now here he is, in service to his god, about to embark on the most important work of his life, and that respect has been completely washed away.

He’s almost at the store cupboard when he all but runs into Stede, who looks at him with that stupid fucking smile on his face. Izzy would like nothing more than to wipe it off the smug bastard forever.

He doesn’t say that though, and does his best to keep calm. He has learned the importance of choosing words and actions carefully around Stede.

“Captain.”

“Izzy, I was just looking for you! We’re ready to start dictating,” Stede says.

Izzy’s heart starts to race. The frustration that has been building in his chest and the tightness in his shoulders is completely forgotten, replaced by excitement.

Izzy does his best to slow his steps to Stede’s leisurely pace, trying to keep a respectful distance when all he wants to do is race ahead to the Captain’s quarters and start. But Izzy is no stranger to patience, so he keeps his gaze down and his footfalls even, until they finally arrive at the Captains’ quarters.

His Captain is stretched out on the chaise-lounge, smiling with such warmth to his eyes when they enter, although Izzy knows it isn’t for him. He’s not sure he wants to be. He doesn’t deserve warmth from the Kraken, nor does he need it. And while the thought of Edward looking at him like that, as if he is something precious, causes a warm glow to spark up in his chest, it feels sacrilegious to think of a god giving him that. It certainly goes against everything the Kraken has taught him.

“I got this for you to write with, unless you have something you’d prefer to use?” Stede says, handing him a large book bound in soft leather dyed a deep navy, the stitching done with golden thread.

“This is fine,” Izzy says, thinking about the tiny book still nestled in his waistcoat. This is perhaps more fitting for such an endeavor, but part of him doesn’t like the idea of Stede inhabiting a book that rests so close to his heart and details moments with his god that hold the greatest intimacy. “Thanks.”

Stede directs him to sit at one of the ornate gold chairs placed at the frankly obscenely large wooden table. Izzy assumes that Stede was the one who decorated the room. He has to believe it, can’t let himself believe that it was the Kraken who allowed such opulence aboard this ship, who thought that the chandeliers and silk and statues would foster anything but weakness.

“Where to begin?” Edward asks, looking down at Stede, who has come to sit on the floor next to the chaise-lounge with Edward’s hand tangled in his hair. Izzy is glad for the notebook in front of him, and grateful for the excuse it gives him not to look at them.

“The beginning might be a good place to start,” Stede replies.

“Perhaps, but when is that?”

“Good point.”

“Is there something before the first texts?” Izzy asks excitedly, happy for the excuse to remind them that he is still in the room, distinctly uncomfortable with the way his god acts like a lovesick teenager.

“What, don’t be ridiculous. Well, I don’t think so?” Edward says, voice turning contemplative.

“I wouldn’t know, I came later didn’t I?” Stede adds.

“True, I am quite robbing the cradle,” Edward says with a small laugh, a sound Izzy has never heard from his god before. He had heard the Kraken laugh, but there has always been a hint of cruelty or threat woven in it. This is joyful. He isn’t sure he likes it. “Anyways, Izzy, why does that have to be the beginning? You humans are so small minded, always lacking in creativity. Makes you good for following orders, I suppose.”

Izzy feels his face flush. It’s nothing he hasn’t heard before; the Kraken has often reminded him about his power, about how small and pathetic humans, and Izzy in particular, appear in comparison. He has reminded Izzy many times whenever he dared to question his will that he could never hope to grasp the decisions of one like him. Izzy has always relished the reminder that he serves something so much more powerful than himself, that his life has a purpose that stretches far beyond him. But it feels different, when Stede is here and this comment is not a lesson for Izzy. Indeed, Izzy hardly needs to be in the room.

“We could start with when we met.”

“Fantastic! When was that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Stede says, pausing, before adding, “I think I remember the how of it, if not the when, so let’s start there.”

Izzy sighs. Of course Stede’s words will sully the pages of this notebook first before the Kraken is allowed to purify it. But there was nothing he can do, especially not with the weight of the Kraken’s gaze on him, so he dips his quill in ink and gets ready to write.

“I first met Ed on a beach. I was just a kid. I remember playing in the sand with some friends,” Stede starts.

“You were human?” Izzy asks, mouth dry. The idea of humans becoming gods, that this is even possible, that it has happened, is absent from any scripture Izzy has ever read. What Stede implies opens up a realm of possibility. Izzy can only begin to imagine the lengths people would go to to try and follow in Stede’s footsteps. The weight of what he may be transcribing in this notebook, the knowledge he would be putting out into the world, hits him, resting heavy on his shoulders.

“Oh, yes.”

“How did you become a god?” Izzy asks, hand trembling slightly.

“As I was saying, I was playing in the sand. Some of the parents were watching us, weaving baskets. I knew a few members of the community had gone out on boats to fish, but they were so far out to sea at that moment that they were mere specks on the horizon.” Stede continues, as if Izzy hadn’t spoken. “We had suffered through a harsh winter followed by a sickness that caused far too many graves to be dug on the island.” Izzy marvels at the profound sadness in his voice, as if he is still grieving the lives lost centuries ago. It’s a reminder of the dangers of Stede’s domain; to let people get to your heart, you have to open up your ribcage to do it.

“They tried to hide it from us, but I could hear the mutterings of the adults about how they weren’t sure the community could survive any more hardships. And then the fishing boats returned, laden with goods, nets full to bursting with what they had caught. I can still remember the laughter and shouts of joy as they pulled everything off the boats. They were planning a feast and talking about how they were going to preserve some of it so they wouldn’t have to go through a winter like the one before again. And amongst all the celebration and relief, there you were,” Stede says, quickly adding, “Ed, I mean,” as if forgetting for a moment that he was technically talking to Izzy.

“He was handsome, walking amongst the mortals, hair swept back and eyes aglow.” Stede pauses, looking over at Izzy, who had stopped writing. He felt uncomfortable with what Stede was saying, making the gods into pining idiots, and it didn’t seem right to add it to the scripture.

“Are you keeping up alright, Izzy? I can go slower.” Stede offers a calm smile on his face, but his eyes are hard, and Izzy sighs, picking up his pen and writing down the rest of Stede’s story. “Normally it doesn’t take you longer than a few seconds to catch up. You write at an impressive speed.”

Izzy ignores the compliments and keeps writing. Once done, he looks over at his god, still sprawled out on the chaise-lounge, but his eyebrows are furrowed slightly as Izzy waits for him to speak.

“Was that really our first meeting? I thought we met on a boat.”

“Really?” Stede asks, and Izzy swallows the instinct to berate him for daring to question the Kraken.

“Yes, it was a crew who had been sailing together through my domain for years. I was bored so I sent a storm, figured it would be a nice test of their skills. They did okay, but some of the damage to the ship ruined their stores. Rookie error to be honest, slightly disappointing. Anyways, they didn’t have enough food to go around, and one of the crew had been caught sneaking extra rations.

"And there you were, as the crew turned on the man who had put himself in front of the needs of the community. The punishment they chose was brutal, and inventive, and you were covered in blood. You could have chosen not to be, but I’m glad you didn’t. That’s how I remember first meeting you, as you oversaw justice carried out and I decided to introduce myself.” Edward says.

Izzy feels something stirring in his chest as Edward describes the fury Stede stirred in the heart of this crew. It’s dangerously close to what he first felt when he heard of the Kraken’s power, and he tries to ignore it, distracting himself by focusing on the rage he feels at hearing Edward fawn over Stede. At least that is a familiar feeling by now.

“Which version do you want me to keep?” Izzy asks, hoping they’ll decide on Edwards and he can rip Stede’s stupid words from the notebook.

“How about both? Give the philosophers something to discuss,” Stede instructs.

“That is a wonderful idea,” Edward agrees and Izzy sighs again.

They continue on the rest of the session like that, sharing stories of their time together, all saccharine nonsense that makes Izzy sick. It’s a welcome distraction from the brief flash of admiration he had felt for Stede and a reminder of all the ways Stede corrupts everything he touches, including, it seems, the Kraken.

Another reason not to give in to Stede’s charms is generously provided for Izzy in the form of the bedtime stories he tells the crew. Izzy has done his best to avoid them, spending time in his cabin reading scripture or going over the notes of what he had written for the day and writing it out in full.

But Edward approaches him after one day’s dictation session and tells him that Stede had noticed he wasn’t joining in on the bedtime stories, and that he’s disappointed Izzy isn’t making an effort with the crew. Izzy knows the order hidden in the words said in far too casual a tone, so here he is, on deck with the crew, as Stede pulls out a book and begins to read.

He is not wearing his frock, unwilling to sully the clothing by wearing it to such an occasion, instead having pulled on a scratchy grey shirt, one of the few clothes he owns that aren’t vestments of some kind. He can feel the eyes of the rest of the crew on him from his position just outside their loose circle, but he does his best to ignore them and pretend to be paying attention to their Captain.

Lucius offers to let Izzy sit beside him with that flirty grin of his that lets Izzy know it’s all a joke at his expense, but then Oluwande also offers, and seems to mean it sincerely. When he stiffly declines, opting to sit apart, on the stairs, he even swears that the crew appear disappointed, although he can’t for the life of him figure out why.

Then again, there are many things he doesn’t understand about this strange crew. Their willingness to subject themselves to story time is one of them. It is, quite frankly, demeaning. These are sailors- they put their lives in their own hands every day they spend on the ocean, at the mercy of a god Izzy adores but knows to be violent, cruel and fickle with his affection. They should be noble and tough. They should understand what Izzy knows too well, that weakness only means pain becomes harder to bear. And yet, here they are, hanging on every word as Stede speaks of some inane story about a girl losing a shoe.

It isn’t just demeaning to the men, either, but to Stede as well. He’s a god, for fuck’s sake. He is a being with power Izzy can barely comprehend. He has lived through ages, has watched civilisations rise and fall, and has helped decide their fate. And here he fucking is, reading a children’s book to a group of grown men and complaining to Edward when Izzy doesn’t join them.

It isn’t that Izzy cares about Stede’s reputation, but in disgracing his own position as a god, he taints the position for the entire pantheon. A small part of him tries to convince himself that it doesn’t really matter; after all, most of the crew do not know of Stede’s true nature. But he knows that that doesn’t mean much. This is still a dangerous thing. In the same way that it’s folly for humans to act as gods, the gods should not play at being humans, especially not in the way Stede is. It goes against every rule and order ingrained in the cosmos, and Izzy is just waiting for the moment that Stede causes everything to unravel.

In the meantime, he does his best to try and undo some of the damage Stede has caused to the men. He tries to turn them from soft-hearted idiots back into noble sailors. His main barrier comes from the resistance of the very men he tries to help.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Izzy barks out as he sees Lucius leaning against the railing, book and pen in hand despite Izzy ordering him to scrub the deck a few minutes ago.

“Sketching. See?” Lucius replies, turning the book to show Izzy a sketch of Black Pete up in the rigging, where he is currently meant to be checking the sails. Izzy still can’t shake the feeling that these calm waters are just a prelude for something, and he’s determined to be ready when the Kraken’s test comes. So he makes sure that the sails are checked regularly, and he’s desperately trying to get the crew into a position where he can trust them when the sea’s favor turns.

The drawing isn’t bad. Lucius’ ability to capture the island’s they’re passing through with just a few lines could even be admired. But that’s besides the point- Izzy had gave him an order and he is flagrantly ignoring it, not even doing Izzy the dignity for pretending to respect his authority. Normally Izzy would have flogged him for his insolence, but Stede, and later Edward, had given him a stern talking to about his behavior with the crew. And hadn’t that been a fun conversation, his god so close to him, Izzy pressed against the wall of the cabin, kept there by the Kraken’s stern gaze. It had been almost perfect, his god finally paying him attention after so long with eyes only for Stede, and then he started to admonish Izzy for shouting at the crew and the illusion that his god still cared about him had been shattered by Stede’s words falling from his lips.

Still, while it’s clear Edward no longer cares about his devotion, Izzy won’t stop paying it, so he has done his best to reign in his behavior with the crew, abandoning any overt punishments. But for a lot as soft as these, hard labor is itself a punishment.

“Mr. Spriggs, I need someone to scrape the barnacles off the side of the ship, and you seem like the perfect candidate,” Izzy says, trying to make his voice have the sickly sweet tone Edward sometimes uses. From the way Lucius raises one eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, he doesn’t succeed.

“No,” is all Lucius says, returning to sketching.

“That wasn’t a request, Mr. Spriggs, that was an order.” Izzy steps closer. “You clearly haven’t been on many ships, but out here, you only survive if everyone does their part and obeys the hierarchy. So when I ask you to scrape barnacles off the ship, please understand that I am asking you to do so because our fucking survival depends on it. So, don’t give me a bunch of fucking talk, just go and fucking do it.”

“Right. And on ships, this hierarchy, the Captain is higher than the First Mate?” Lucius asks, casual as ever.

“Yes,” Izzy bites out, too swept up in the anger raging in him, and tired of dealing with these idiots day and night to consider that Luicus is setting a trap for him.

“Well then, Captain Stede asked me to draw this for him, and continue to draw the places we come across. Create a catalog. So, I need to protect my hands, which means you need to find someone else to scrape barnacles off the side, First Mate Hands,” Lucius says, managing to make his title seem like an insult.

Izzy feels his throat going tight, breath coming in short bursts as his ears begin to roar. He takes the final steps to close the distance between them before he realizes what’s happening, hands just about to grab Lucius and dangle him over the edge when he pauses, feeling the weight of Edward’s gaze on him. His hands drop limply to his side as he looks up and sees Edward watching him, mouth a thin line, expression giving nothing away.

“Fuck off,” Izzy spits out before stalking away, as if that makes his defeat any less humiliating.

He doesn’t have to look back at Edward to know that he’s disappointed in Izzy’s inability to command the men. But, as much as it causes his heart to clench, it’s better to have his disappointment than flagrantly disobey him. They’re two terrible choices, but he feels like he made the better one. Ever since Edward started forcing him to bend the knee to Stede, he’s felt as if more and more he’s been forced to make those sorts of choices where all he does is lose.

Edward is suddenly in front of him and Izzy tenses, waiting for the punishment for failure he knows is coming. Edward grins at him, but Izzy knows more than to trust it, every muscle still tensed.

“Time for more dictation. Might as well be useful for something,” Edward says, guiding him below deck to the Captain’s quarters, a hand on his shoulder, ice cold to the point of burning, stinging Izzy’s skin through his leather vest. He doesn’t pull away, though. He doesn’t even consider it.

#ofmd #izzy hands #our flag means death #edward teach #emwrite #stede bonnet #israel hands #ofmd fic #blackbeard ofmd #our flag means death fic #collab.jam #sbhn.fic

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peterthepark · 2 years

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can you do a blurb where the reader is really shy about talking about sex and her kinks and peter is like a little shit and cocky and is like “you gotta use your words to tell me what you want” and the reader is all flustered??

sorry this took me 500 years to get to </3 mentions of smut and stuff under the cut!

Its not that Peter Parker wasn’t experienced in sex, but he wasn’t experienced in ‘sex sex.’ Countless hours of watching porn late at night just wasn’t going to help. It was all fake to him: the pitched-up moans, the faux facial expressions of an orgasm, holding men and women to unrealistic standards, the horrible acting and unconvincing sex positions.

But somehow, it all looked so satisfying.

Slapping a hand across someone’s ass. Spitting on someone’s face. Having someone ride his thigh.

Roleplaying. Edging.

Being in control. Giving over his control.

Maybe porn was fake. But he did know one thing.

He needed something real, which is how both of you ended up on the couch at two in the morning. What should’ve been an innocent night of playing video games together as roommates suddenly turned into an informative, tipsy discussion of each other’s sex lives.

“I mean, what do you like?” You quirk a brow at Peter, taking a short sip from your wine glass. His brown eyes never leave your face, wandering over the blemishes and the expanse of your neck that looked oh-so-enticing.

“Me?” You scoff as he swirls his beer around. “I don’t know, I guess a lot of things.”

“Y/N,” He chuckles, nudging your thigh with his foot. “I know damn well you have kinks. Almost everyone has one. Weird or not, it’s totally acceptable.”

“No, I — I suppose. It’s just that…” You rub your arm nervously, focusing on the frayed threads of Peter’s shirt. “The guys I get with don’t seem that into them.”

“Okay? And your point is?”

You shrug. “Dunno.”

He sighs, a cheeky grin forming across his pink lips.

“I bet I can guess all of them.” You hold his challenging gaze, struggling to come to a conclusion when he splays his hand out on a pillow and you study how his long digits flex in front of you. “Hands.”

“What?” You choke out, eyes bulging out of your head.

He lifts his palms up, giving you a full display of his slender fingers and how large they are compared to yours.

“You haven’t stopped staring at them since I picked up that controller.”

This is a bad idea.

“Fine. That’s one.”

Peter smirks in amusement, tapping his chin in thought. “Mmm…” A dry laugh escapes him, and you quickly avoid eye contact because you just know he has you figured out at this point. “Hands usually lead to choking. Or spanking. Hair pulling. Do you like any of those, Y/N?”

“I don’t, uh…”

“S’okay. Don’t need to disclose if you don’t want to.”

Fuck it.

The words leave you quietly. Almost too quiet, because Peter doesn’t hear you the first time. “It’s choking.”

“Oh? What was that?”

Subconsciously, your bodies have shifted closer together. His leg is basically pressed against yours, skin against skin in the hot air of your shared apartment.

“C-Choking.”

“How so?”

You wince. “You’ve never choked anyone? You don’t know what I mean?”

A stomached laugh vibrates through him, shoulders twitching as he presses his lips together. “I don’t usually go choking girls around as a day job, Y/N.”

“Don’t know how to describe it then.”

His hand raises, and you lock eyes. “Is it okay if you show me? Show me how girls like it, just so I know for whenever I have someone over?”

“You’re a dick.” You laugh wryly.

“Is that a yes? You really gotta learn to use your words.”

This absolute bastard. Cocky.

You nod rapidly. This wasn’t supposed to be awkward. You and Peter as roommates meant you shared more than a living space, but with the growing crush you’ve acquired towards him, physical contact seems more intimidating more than anything.

“Yes, Pete.”

His fingers slowly wrap around your throat, feeling the muscle bob beneath his touch as he presses on your pulse points carefully.

“Is this how you like it?”

You gulp. And it takes Peter everything in him not to smile at the nervousness in your doe-eyed, lusted gaze.

“Yes.”

“Tighter?” His voice is a breathy whisper, raspy and low as he surveys your features. Another nod. “I’ve never choked a girl before. Ever.”

“Really?”

He smiles, using his other hand to brush your hair back away from your face.

“Yeah, just grateful you’re the first.”

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davidsons89 · 3 years

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2AM Drives - Part 2

pete davidson x reader

warnings: smut!! alcohol use, fingering, fisting, anal, light dirty talk, praise kink, aftercare

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after spending another hour or so with colson, he ended up dropping you both off at your apartment before heading home himself. you and pete were now dancing around in the living room whilst drinking some vodka and whiskey. you were both still extremely high, and your long night wasn’t ending any time soon.

“come here.. dance with me” pete giggled as he pulls you closer romantically, wrapping his arm around your waist. with his other hand, he grabs yours and lightly spin you around. “i feel like a princess” you giggle, your socks sliding around the wooden floor. “you are a princess, y/n” pete adorably says, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “cheers” you say, clanking your glass bottles together as you both take a gulp at the same time. “wow.. strong stuff” you wince and close your eyes at the foul taste in the back of your throat. “suck it up.. don’t be a pussy” pete teased, downing the rest of his bottle until it was empty. “wow. you wanna play that game?” you ask, raising your bottle to your mouth and downing the rest of yours too. it burnt your entire throat, but you tried not to show it, you wanted to show that you were a bad bitch. you definitely were. both your bottles were now completely empty and you toss them aside.

you both continued to drink together until you couldn’t see straight anymore, but you weren’t completely wasted, neither of you. you were more high than anything. “what do you feel?” pete asks as you’re both exhaustedly sitting on the couch listening to the thumping music across the room. “i feel.. high.. and drunk.. and horny” you say, giggling. “really? i did you in the back of colson’s car” pete chuckled, remembering the sounds of your moans echoing through his ears. “yeah.. and i want you to do me again” you smirk, crawling on top of him until you were straddling him. with both your hands on his shoulders, you lean your head down to his neck and begin kissing it, leaving a light love bite in the crook of it.

“of course” he says and smirks, sliding his hands to your ass and grabbing your ass cheeks, making you jolt forward and giggle seductively. “make me want it” you whisper to him, he knew what this meant. whenever you were horny, you needed adrenalin to make you extra horny. he knew just what to do. “yeah?” he whispers and smirks, reaching his hand up to the back of your head and grips your hair, yanking your head back but not enough to hurt you. you smirk and bite your lip at the feeling of his fist tugging at your hair. “you’re gonna be a good girl for me.. and ride me” he whispers in your ear, licking the side of your neck, sending shivers down your body.

he begins to pull your top off, your bra came off with it. he loved seeing your pretty boobs, he started to kiss your left boob as he pulled your bottoms off, pulling your panties down with them too. you were completely naked, now it was your turn to undress him. you lean back slightly, reaching your hands down and tugging the bottom of his shirt. you pull it up and off his head, dropping it on the floor with the pile of your clothes. you then sit up off his lap and pull his bottoms down too, along with his underwear. you were both completely naked and horny for each other.

you begin to kiss his neck as he smirks, letting it happen. his hand slithers it’s way down to your wet pussy and his two fingers begin to rub on your clit. you let out a quiet but breathy moan as you feel the sensation rush up your body. your kisses turned into tiny bites, which he loved. you started to slide closer to his dick until it became in contact with your pussy. you raise your body and place it onto your entrance, slowly pushing yourself down on it. you exhaled and moaned at the same time as you feel his hard, long length inside of you. he grips your waist and guides you up and down.

you’ve had sex a numerous amount of times, but the first push in was always painful, his dick was big and your pussy was little. just the best. “ah, fuck” you breathily whisper in his ear as he guides you down, causing his dick to go deeper inside of you. “mhm” you hum. your head falls into the crook of his neck, your mouth vibrating against it. you muffle your moans by biting on his skin. “take it..” he says and smirks, jolting you down in a face pace, turning you into a moaning mess. “is it too big for you?” he asks, gripping the back of your hair again, pulling you up to look at you. you nod your head and moan again, you closed your eyes to get the full sensation of it.

“go deeper.. i want more” you whisper as you feel him grab your waist and pull you down forcefully, you moan louder as you feel him fill you up more. you went at it for a few more minutes before you both decided on a position change.

you were now stood up behind the couch, bent over the back of it. one of pete’s hands were on your waist whilst the other was gripping your shoulder. “ready?” he asks, looking at you for confirmation. “just do it..” you desperately say, you feel him harshly push himself into your throbbing pussy. you throw your head down and bite on your hand, moaning louder and louder each time he went in and out of you. “i want more...” you said, turning to look at him. you needed to feel something else. “ok well.. how about this?” he asks, pulling his dick out and rubbing it against your ass. you giggle and nod your head, turning back around. “ok...” he says, wiping his hand on your pussy hole to use the wetness as lube. he then rubbed his hand against your ass to get it nice and wet. he slowly begins to slide his dick into your as, it hurts but it feels so good. you’ve both done butt stuff before, but not fully. you moan and wince at the same time, pulling your ass forward then pushing it right back out, causing him to immediately go deeper.

“touch yourself” he says and smirks, watching you reach your hand down to your pussy and begin to play with your clit. “i’m gonna cum soon” he says, you nod and continue biting on your other hand. soon later, pete came in your ass and slowly pulled out of you, you moaned loudly as he did so. “i’m not done...” you say, furrowing your lips like a sad child. “i know you’re not” he says, smirking. he picks you up and drops you on the couch, sitting down right next to you. you prop your knees up and he spreads them apart, keeping one hand on your knee as his other hand slides down to your pussy. his two fingers slide right in. “look how wet you are” he smirks whilst adding a third finger, then a fourth.

“you used to be so tight for me... now you’re so loose” he dirty talked you to make you cum faster. your head leaning on the pillow and your hands gripping the sides of the couch. “i ruined you, didn’t i?” he asks, watching your facial expressions carefully. he absolutely adored you. “mhm” you hum and nod. “look at me.. use your words..” pete demands calmly, you raise your head and look directly into his eyes. your puppy eyes were so beautiful, he could stare at them all day. “yes...” you say, moaning breathily after speaking. “good. i own you.. you’re mine” he says, grinning at you. he leans down to your neck and begins kissing it, you turn your head to the side to give him more access.

as you’re distracted by him kissing and nibbling on your neck, he slyly adds his final finger, now beginning to fist you. you moan loudly with a little wince of pain as he pushed his entire fist into you. “relax.. take it” he whispers, calming you down as you grip onto his elbow and look down. the sight of his beautiful tattoos somehow made you closer to coming, just the thought that his hand tattoos were deep inside of you turned you on more. you both remain silent for a few moments before you look at him and giggle. “you’re so perfect, in every way.” he says, staring through your eyes straight into your soul. you smile at his words whilst continuing to moan from the feeling of his whole hand inside you. with his other hand, he slides it down to your clit and started to rub it to give you double pleasure.

you start to grind against his hands, moaning more and more as you were reaching your climax. “you gonna cum?” he asks as he feels your legs shaking. you nod your head and grip harder onto his elbow, your moans get louder each time. “cum for me.. do it” pete whispers, his words making you cum instantly. your legs shake and you move your butt back, he pulls his fist out of your dripping pussy and looks down at the mess you’ve just made. “that’s another mess i have to clean up” he giggles as he reaches down to grab his top, wiping your juices in it. “wow..” you say in shock. that was the best feeling you’ve ever felt. you sit there with your legs shaking and your chest rising quickly. “catch your breath” he chuckles, waiting a moment for you to snap back to reality. as your breathing relaxed, he helps you up and helps you get dressed. “good girl. now go to bed, i’ll be there in a minute.” he says, kissing your head as you walk away. he has to clean up your pretty mess.

not long later, pete arrives to your bedroom. he slowly opens the bedroom door to see you sleeping peacefully on the bed. he smiles and walks over to you, reaching down and planting a cute little kiss on the side of your forehead. “i love you” he whispers to you, sleeping innocently after he wore you out. he soon joins you in bed after turning all the lights in the apartment off and putting everything away. he’d do anything for the love of his life.

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ghostofstudentspast · 3 years

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Something about her

Sirius x Veela!Reader

I’m writing this more from Sirius’ POV which is new for me so don’t be too harsh 💕

For the third time in the same class Sirius caught himself staring at the shiny head of hair two rows in front of him. The way your delicate hand ran through the soft locks made him want to reach out his own fingers and tangle them in your hair. He only snapped out of his trance when James kicked his foot under the table causing his gaze to snap to his friend in a glare.

“Mr. Black, if you would be so kind to keep your eyes on your own work.” Professor Mcgonagall’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” Sirius turned on his signature smirk and turned his attention back to the front of the class where she stood with her arms crossed. He watched you turn in your seat ever so slightly to sneak a peek at the disturbance and raised one eyebrow at Sirius with a small smile playing on your lovely lips. He purposefully caught your eye and sent you a cheeky wink causing you to laugh silently and shake your head before turning back to your parchment.

“Padfoot you never get this hung up on a girl, I don’t get it,” James nudged his friend later that day as the group of boys lied splayed out under their favourite tree on the grounds.

James was tossing his snitch up and down as his signature activity. Remus had a book clutched between his fingers and seemed oblivious to the ongoing discussion. Meanwhile, Sirius was entertaining Peter by scorching explicit drawings into the grass beside him with his wand.

“She is very pretty,” Peter piped up from beside him and followed Sirius’ gaze to where you could be spotting laughing with your own group of girls.

“Sure, but lots of girls are pretty,” James rolled his eyes, “hasn’t changed anything for our dear old shaggydog has it?” his gaze flicked back to Sirius with a small smirk.

“Just because you’re too in love with Lily to notice other girls doesn’t have to put a damper on my emotions Prongs,” Sirius snorted and started on drawing a little dog in the grass.

“Yeah but why her?” he pressed, as if they hadn’t had this conversation before.

“Everyone in our year fancies her!” Peter chimed in again with big eyes, clearly trying to appease both boys.

“And everyone in the year below,” Remus added to the conversation without looking up from his book.

Sirius shifted his gaze from the ground back to your little group. You weren’t too far away, if he wanted to call you over he could. The thought popped into his mind suddenly as one of your friends pointed at the marauders and your head turned to face the boys, once again locking eyes with Sirius. One of your friends whispered something to you and your face suddenly lit up with a gorgeous sunny smile as you let out a laugh that almost melted Sirius’ heart on the spot.

“Hey Y/N! Come here!” Peter suddenly yelled over at you and both Sirius and James stared at him in shock.

Peter was never the loud one. Never the one to surprise the boys. And yet somehow, he was the only one in the group who had the balls to call you over. Sirius watched you stand up from your spot on the grass and walk over, a slight bounce in your step leaving your giggling friends behind. Peter’s face was red, and he immediately dropped his gaze to the ground in front of him and started picking at the grass with his stubby fingers. Remus was peeking over the top of his book with interest as you approached the boys with a sweet smile.

“Hey guys!” You grinned, Sirius had never noticed how bright your smile was. At the same time he noted how your canines were slightly more pointed even than his. “What’s up?” You drew his attention back to the present.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as Peter almost tried to sink into the floor as you looked at him for a moment with a questioning glance. When it was clear Peter had nothing to say, Sirius decided to speak up on his behalf.

“Pete just wanted to know how you did on the Transfiguration quiz today, we’re debating if you’re smarter than Remus.” A lazy smile occupied his face as you let out a soft chuckle.

“I did alright, but I know for a fact I could never be as smart as Remus,” you smiled at the boy next to Sirius whose ears turned a bit pink as he shot you a sheepish smile and disappeared behind his book.

“Well I know for a fact you’re smarter than me so maybe you could help me study sometime,” Sirius’ cocky personality coming back easily even though his heart sat in his throat every time he spoke to you.

“I’m sure you’d do a lot better in class if you applied yourself,” you smirked slightly and glanced down at his wand, “you know, if you studied instead of violating the grass.” You nudged his foot aside with your own to uncover a crude drawing of Snape.

“Alright, fair enough,” he barked out a laugh and pointed his wand at the grass in front of him, a daisy rising out of the earth this time. He plucked it and stood up to stand in front of you and felt a rush of confidence, “Go on a date with me instead. No studying required.”

He’d never seen you blush before, especially because of him. Sirius decided winning the house cup wouldn’t make him feel any happier than the sparkle in your eye and the pink tinge of your cheeks did.

“Alright Black, meet me by the greenhouses at ten Friday evening,” your chin tilted up almost challengingly as he towered over you by about a head, “After all, I know you don’t have a problem sneaking around after hours.”

“It’s a date,” Sirius winked and tucked the daisy he was still holding behind your ear, pushing your hair back in the process.

“See ya later boys,” you grinned as you backed away from Sirius with a little wave at the rest of his group.

Turning on your heel Sirius stayed standing as he watched you walk away back to your friends with a dazed look in his eyes. You turned to look at him one last time with a little pink still evident on your cheeks. Sirius flopped back onto the ground with a content sigh and looked around at James who was watching the entire exchange with an open mouth.

“How did she do that?” James finally prompted with an incredulous look.

“Huh?” Sirius shook his head, “that was all me darlin,” he snorted.

“No Sirius,” Remus chuckled lightly, “that was all her.”

“Who knows, there’s just something about her,” Sirius grinned and leaned back on his elbows, still looking your way.

James let out a laugh at Sirius’ blank expression as Remus sighed and tucked his book back into his back. Peter was still staring at the ground, his blush finally fading.

“You don’t know?” Remus looked at him with a piercing gaze, “She’s part Veela. Apparently, it runs in her mother’s side of the family.”

“Now it all makes sense!” James exclaimed in triumph and continued tossing his snitch up in the air, satisfied with his answer.

“Yeah but you don’t think…” Sirius trailed off and looked over to where your group had vacated their spot on the grass.

“No, I mean, she definitely likes you.” Remus reassured him as Sirius grumbled to himself and went back to angrily scorching things in the grass.

It made sense. Why he was so extremely drawn to you wherever you went. Why every boy’s eyes seemed to drift to you when you walked by them. Why Peter had the sudden confidence and urge to call you over just now. Was that the only reason he liked you? Did you manipulate him into liking you? He wasn’t so sure anymore. He was however determined to find out this Friday.

The classes leading up to your date seemed to creep by. Sirius spent half the time psyching himself out about being too excited and the other half questioning whether he even had any say in his emotions. On the fateful Friday he kept bouncing his leg under the table to the point where Peter asked him if someone had cast a jelly legs jinx on him.

When ten finally rolled around that evening he was striding towards the greenhouses with a nauseous feeling in his stomach. He’d barely been able to finish his dinner that evening and was just about to hurl up what little he did get down. You were leaning against the glass greenhouse nonchalantly, dressed in a muggle jumper and jeans his heart rate only sped up. When you finally noticed him, a smile took over your face and Sirius suddenly forgot all about his worries and his nausea melted away.

“Hi,” You sounded almost shy as Sirius approached you.

“Hey,” he heard himself speak, almost sounding out of breath.

“I want to show you something,” you smiled and held out your hand. He took it without hesitation as the two of you walked down the grounds.

You asked him about how classes were going and about some of his latest pranks with James. He happily told you stories of the marauders and you barely stopped laughing long enough to keep walking to the side of the black lake. In the back of his mind though Sirius couldn’t help but think about what Remus had told him earlier that week.

“Okay, trust me on this,” You interrupted his thoughts as you reached the edge of the grounds by walking along the edge of the lake.

“Wait, Y/N,” He tugged on your hand lightly to come to a stop together. “Remus told me something and I just need to make sure-“

“My great-grandma was Veela.” You stopped him, “People like to blame a lot of things on that.” You fiddled with the hems of your jumper and broke eye contact.

“I’m sorry I just-“

“Thought I might have been influencing your emotions?” you offered him a sad little smile, “You wouldn’t be the first to think that, don’t worry,” you shook your head, “but no, that’s not exactly something I can do.”

“Oh, well I can’t-“

“date someone who’s part Veela?” you bit your lip and looked away.

“For Merlins sake if you would stop interrupting me you’d see that I’m obviously mad about you and can’t wait to rub it in James’ face how horrendously wrong he was!” Sirius gently grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. He couldn’t stop admiring the tiny embarrassed smile that was growing on your face.

“Sorry,” you huffed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “I should’ve known you’d be remarkably cool about this.”

“Now now, don’t beat yourself up about it, you’re only supernaturally beautiful, not a mind reader.” Sirius winked and gave your hip a soft squeeze as a laugh escaped your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He grinned.

“No,” you kissed his nose and pulled away with a chuckle, “but only because you’re going to want to see this first.” You tugged your jumper over your head in one smooth motion and dropped it by the edge of the lake.

“As much as I am loving where this is going, I don’t see why I couldn’t kiss you first.” Sirius stopped himself from pulling you back into him. The tank top you wore under your sweater did little to hide your body and he had to stop looking at you in order not to actually drool like a dog.

“Oh shove off Black,” you laughed and unzipped your jeans, stepping out of them. “You coming or what?” you smirked at his baffled expression as you bit your wand between your teeth and dove into the Black lake.

“Oh for fucks sake Sirius,” he mumbled under his breath to himself as he watched the ripples from your splash calm down. He quickly stripped down as well with a shake of his head and dove in after you. Following in the direction you’d swam in.

After diving deep enough to swim under one of the large rock structures at the edge of the bounds you rose back to the surface and Sirius followed your paddling feet. As soon as his head broke the surface of the water he let out a soft, “whoa”.

It was a small cave with bright crystals covering the walls, every crystal was a slightly different shade. You drew up out of the water and onto the dry surface of the hidden alcove. Your hair was soaked and your shirt clung to your body but the grin on your face was the only thing Sirius could look at. In the glow of the cave you still outshone it all.

“Come here,” you gave him your hand and helped him up, “watch this!” you smiled brightly and touched one of the purple crystals. It emitted a low hum, you then poked a blue crystal and it hummed at a different pitch. The more crystals you touched the more it started to sound like music.

“This is insane, how did you find this?” Sirius asked once the sound had dimmed and you’d turned back to face him.

“One of the mermaids showed me in my fifth year,” you admitted and looked around happily, “it calms me down.”

“The mermaids like you?” Sirius looked incredulous, “what am I saying of course they do, everyone likes you.” he rolled his eyes good naturedly.

“Oh yeah, they always have the best gossip, they love to chat,” you looked up at him, “they think you’re very handsome you know.”

“Really,” Sirius’ cocky grin slid back into place.

“No,” your laugh bounced around the walls adding to the music, “but I think I might know someone who does.”

He tucked a strand of your wet hair behind your ear as you raised up on your toes to press your lips to his ever so softly. His arms steadied you by wrapping around your waist and pressing you to him. He could feel you smile against his lips and he couldn’t stop his mouth from mimicking yours with a slight chuckle.

“You just had to ruin a perfectly good friendship didn’t you,” Sirius muttered against your lips.

“And you ruined a perfectly good moment,” you muttered back before letting out a squeak as Sirius scooped you up into his arms and kissed you back, gently pressing you against the wall. A chill ran down his spine as you played with his curls and it wasn’t from the cool splash of water.

“You know as romantic as this was, I’d much rather kiss you without rocks digging into my back,” you laughed as Sirius set you down.

“Such high standards,” he scoffed and winked before wrapping his arms around your shivering form, “come on, let’s go get warm.”

“Last one back is a flubber worm,” you ducked out from under his arm and dove into the water with a laugh as he chased you.

“Now that’s a girl after my heart,” he said to himself before diving after you.

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Missing You

Part ii of the Without You series: Y/N tries to cope with what happened between her and Colson

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Colson being a dick (again.. sorry), and sad boi hours ft. my boi Pete

A/N: I’m so sorry. This was only supposed to be one part but it was too long for just one so... here you go. I apologize in advance.

Word Count: 1389

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You leaned against the wall next to the door, not quite trusting yourself to drive yet. You sniffled as the reality of the situation set in, your mind replaying the events upstairs. You brought your hand to your mouth, trying to muffle the sobs that overtook your body.

The door next to you opened and you prepared yourself for who might come through, knowing full well that Colson would not come chasing you. Luckily, it was Pete, probably the only person on Earth that you could talk to at the moment.

He took one look at your face before pulling you into his arms, holding you as you sobbed. Your body gave out from underneath you, and he held you as the pair of you slid to the patio floor. You curled your knees to your chest, leaning into Pete.

“You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.” Pete whispered. You simply nodded into his shoulder, trying to build up the courage to speak.

When you finally could talk your voice came out in choppy sentences interrupted with occasional sobs. “He- he said that I- that I was the reason Megan left.” You paused, sniffling. “And then he said that I- I mean…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, so you just let out a sob.

Pete’s hand was running through your hair, trying to bring you comfort. You slowed your breathing down and got to a point where you weren’t crying as hard. “He said I mean nothing to him.” You finally whispered. Pete almost didn’t hear it, and part of him wished he hadn’t. You sounded so broken and he didn’t know that anyone other than Colson could fix you.

“I don’t think he meant that. He’s just angry and you happened to be in a bad place at a bad time.”

“I think he did. You didn’t see him. It was almost like he was enjoying it. Like the fact that I was in pain made him happy.” You moved your arms to wrap around Pete, seeking comfort from the memories. “And he- he hurt me.” Pete tensed up and you were quick to continue, “he didn’t mean to but, he wouldn’t let go of me. No matter how much I pushed him and told him to get off of me he wouldn’t move and I was so- I was so scared.”

More tears fell from your eyes as Pete’s grip around you tightened. “Let me take you home Y/N. I don’t think this is a good place for you to be and I don’t think you’re in any state to drive.”

You nodded as he began to stand up, pulling you with him. You wiped your tears on your sleeve, taking a deep breath in. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking downwards. “I shouldn’t- Colson’s your friend you should be taking care of him. It wasn’t fair of me to put all that on you. I’m sorry.”

You looked up at Pete, who had a confused expression on his face. “Y/N, you’re my friend too, okay? Colson’s being a dick right now, he doesn’t deserve people taking care of him right now. You do.” You nodded, looking back down, “And just so you know, you’re not a burden. I can see those little wheels turning in your head telling you that you are. You’re not.”

“Thanks Pete.” You mumble into his shoulder as he embraces you in a hug.

It had been a week since your big fight with Colson and he still hadn’t reached out. No apology, no calls, not even a drunk text.

You’d decided that Colson really had meant what he said.

For the past week, you’d been a mess. You barely left your bed, much less your house. Pete stayed over the first night, afraid you would do something stupid, but you made him leave the next day. Rook and Slim both tried to come by, but you didn’t answer the door.

You hadn’t answered your phone for a week, which made you feel worse because now all your friends were worrying about you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to anyone.

Surprisingly, however, you’d been sober all week. Every substance you could think of felt sacred to him. You couldn’t smoke weed because you used to smoke weed with Colson. You couldn’t drink because you used to drink with Colson. It was like everything in your life was attached to him.

In a way, it was worse than a break-up. It was worse than him rejecting you. Colson had been a part of you for so long, he was attached to every piece of you. You weren’t you without him. But now you had to figure out how to be just that.

After the seventh day, you decided you should answer your phone. At least let Pete know that you’re okay. Scrolling through the messages he’d left you over the past few days made you feel guilty. He had been really worried about you. So, you sent him a text.

I’m alive, don’t worry. Just trying to figure my shit out. Sorry for worrying you.

You sent a similar message to Rook, who had been trying to reach you all week. While you were scrolling through your messages you couldn’t help but open the last message you’d sent to Colson.

He’d had a date with Megan that night and sent you a picture of what he was wearing, asking if he looked weird. You, of course, told him no.

You look fine, loser. Have fun with Megan!

Somehow the message just made you angry. You had tried so hard to be supportive, even when it broke your heart. You were nice to her, friendly even. You would have never tried to sabotage their relationship, you’d never get between them, no matter how you felt for Colson.

You backed out of the message chain. You saw Casie’s picture below his and figured you owed it to her to text.

Hey Case. You doing ok?

The typing symbol appeared, and then her message came through.

Not really. Dad’s been really mad the past couple of days. He’s barely left his room. Where have you been?!?

You sighed, a sad smile on your face at her innocence.

Cols and I got into a fight. I don’t think I’ll be coming around for a little while, sweetheart.

Don’t worry about your dad, he’ll get better soon. Have you talked to him?

Your heart sank at the thought of not seeing Casie. She was like your own daughter, you adored her. And now you might lose her and Colson.

Not really. Idk what to say.

You thought for a moment about how to respond.

Hmm. Maybe ask him if he’s feeling better? Or smth like that.

Casie gave the thumbs up reaction and didn’t respond afterwards, so you assumed the conversation was over.

Another week passed. You had finally been able to get some work done from home, but you still felt like shit.

Baze and Slim came by to drop off groceries much to your protest, saying they figured you hadn’t left the house and needed food. Though you hated them treating you like you were fragile, you appreciated the sentiment.

Casie never texted you back, so you assumed Colson told her not to text you or she had decided not to on her own accord. Either way the thought made you sick to your stomach.

Work was a welcome distraction from your mind. You could easily throw yourself into small projects and forget about the world for a few hours at a time. And that’s exactly what you were doing. Sitting on the couch, laptop in your lap, typing away.

Today had been a surprisingly good day. You woke up and felt a sliver of motivation, which you were currently running with. You felt like the grey cloud over your head was finally starting to go away.

You heard a sound at your front door, which made you curious and also a bit nervous. Then you heard a key turning in the keyhole, a click following the turn. You were in the middle of wondering “who the hell has a key to my house?” when the door opened, revealing a distraught 6 foot 4 blond man.

“Colson?”

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halfway-happyyy · 3 years

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This piece was inspired by this lovely ask that I received an inexplicably long time ago: Seeing an intense and loving sex scene Alex just shot and it lowkey breaks your heart but you don’t show anything bc you don’t want him to get the wrong idea and think you don’t support him but he can tell you’re upset and now /his/ heart breaks bc he can tell you try SO hard not to break down in front of him all day long so he confronts you about it and you tell him everything and that you’re not angry just very sad and you can’t help it and you’re sorry and he shushes you and sweet sex ensues

fluffy smut ensues- enjoy, friends.

“Hi love,” A crewman on Alexander’s latest film, and the first friendly face she had come across since arriving on set, wrapped a free arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek lovingly. “Alright?” He asked.

“Alright,” She smiled and set her purse down by her feet. “How’ve you been Pete? Busy, I bet.”

Peter shrugged and removed the headset from his ears. “Absolutely. Always. You uh… chose an interesting day to visit us,” He remarked with a quirk of a wildly unkempt eyebrow.

“Oh?” She asked and craned above the heads of the scant crew in search of Alexander. “I was hoping to surprise him…”

Peter cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side, his expression uneasy. “They are about to film their second and final love scene of the shoot.”

She swallowed hard and settled back onto the balls of her feet, her heart thrumming wildly in her chest. Two options suddenly become apparent to her: she could cut and run; blame it on a forgotten zoom meeting, or a lunch date with an old friend in the same city. Alternatively, she could swallow back the nausea rising steadily in her throat and remain rooted to the spot. Both options left little room for pride and her cheeks flamed under that realization, and the burning set lights around her. “Oh, that’s alright.” She smiled, shyly.

“You sure?” Peter asked. “Georgia’s camp have asked for a closed set to maximize privacy, and the entire thing was choreographed this morning, so we’re hoping to squash it in as few takes a possible.”

She appreciated his honesty and the soft, protective tone of his voice immensely, but it did little to quell the nervousness that prickled at her unpleasantly. “Sounds great,” She muttered under her breath.

Someone called out to Peter and he rubbed a hand over the rounded curve of her shoulder, offered her up a reassuring smile. “In any regard, he has been waiting weeks to see you. Cannot stop talking about it. He’ll be over the moon that you’re here.” He offered her one last knowing look before wandering off in the direction of the disembodied voice.

She had known exactly what the script entailed before production on the film had even begun, so this could hardly have been a surprise, and yet inexplicably, she still felt blindsided by it.

She watched Alexander and his co-star enter the set, designed to look like a minimalist bedroom. Laughing and talking easily about something, as if they weren't just about to film a painfully intimate scene. Without warning, the lights around them dimmed almost to nil, and the film’s head spoke into a megaphone.

“Alright guys, here we go. We know what we’re about to be doing, we want total silence, let’s try and get this thing smashed in as few takes as possible, shall we?” A dismal murmur of agreement resounded throughout the crowd as the director counted down and shouted action.

She couldn’t make out what was being said between the two actors, but she watched them approach each other with a familiarity reserved only for two people who had grown to know each other in ways solely attributed to unforgiving hours on a movie set. She watched him approach her, watched a large, sure hand entwine itself into her golden tresses, watched him bend toward her, two pairs of lips locked in a dance only they knew. It was difficult to watch and not imagine the effect it was having on him, but a past conversation swam into her mind's eye, and aided in easing her trepidation the slightest bit.

“It's never how you think it's going to be kid,” He had assured over warming amber beers, in a quiet corner of their favourite pub a year ago. “It’s quite possibly the least sexy aspect of the job. And yes, it is intimate. How could it not be? But there are so many people watching you and- so many of them have differing opinions on how it should be performed…” He sighed, frustrated. “Once I know I'm doing one, I like to try and get it out of the way as soon as possible.” He read the uneasy look on her face like an open book and reached for her hand, squeezing it thrice across the marred wooden tabletop. “It's always been you, kid.”

As his co-star began to undress him, working deft fingers down the front buttons of his shirt, she pulled it away from his shoulders with an unreadable expression etched on her face. Towered above her, Alexander stood motionless as she worked the belt from his jeans, and shimmied the pants from his thighs until he was clad before her in only a pair of boxers. Unexpected laughter between the two of them. Light and airy and utterly unfamiliar, caused waves of nausea to swell in her belly and she forced herself a deep, steadying breath. A brief moment where the two kissed each other again, before he pulled away to begin removing her clothing. Anxiety getting the better of her, she dropped her gaze to the floor and bit down on the hollow of her cheek until she could taste the metallic brine of blood on her tongue. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply again, counting down from eight in her head and trying desperately not to spiral on the spot. When she opened them, it was to the realization that they had fallen into bed together, her slight form tucked in between Alexander's open legs like it was meant to be there since the beginning of everything. Though the actress appeared nude in every sense of the word, she knew better. A thin, flower-shaped piece of beige tape covered each nipple, and she sported a flimsy pair of nude-coloured underwear. Alexander had been no better- a simple, nude tube sock was the only thing shielding his manhood from her and everyone else in the room and the notion of it made her dizzy.

It was obvious now that they had choreographed this scene beforehand. Every kiss, every touch, every moan or groan was exactly how it was supposed to be. And the further she watched, the further her heart edged towards the precipice of shattering. So many emotions. She was surprised the most to feel anger; and not at all at him, but at herself. This was his job. His passion. Something that was as easy and instinctive to him as breathing. It was something that though he denied it staunchly, coursed through his blood and exited his body in waves of raw talent.

But watching him touch the undeniably beautiful woman beneath him in ways similar to how he touched her? And always in the privacy of their own home, shielded from view of anyone and everything else? Unimaginably difficult.

“Alright Georgia, I want you to kind of pepper Alex's chest with kisses as he thrusts once more against you, and as he does that, you are going to orgasm and then he is going to follow suit.”

They did exactly as they were told, and she watched in unbridled agony as the two of them tumbled over the proverbial edge, one right after the other. Sounds of their feigned lovemaking filled every square inch of room and very nearly caused her to leave right then and there. But then, mercifully, someone called cut, and the actress extricated herself from him and the torture ceased.

“Alright, that’s a wrap on today friends. Take care, we'll see you all in a couple of days.”

Releasing a lungful of pent-up air that felt like it had taken years to come to fruition, she watched Alexander wander off the set in search of clothing. Reaching down, she retrieved her purse and stole herself for her big reveal. He had asked her to visit him a couple of weeks ago, but their schedules had hardly meshed and it turned out that this was the only time until the end of the year that she could take her leave from work.

The weighty realization that she had never before needed to work up the courage to speak to him was not lost on her. But somehow, after the wildly pseudo-intimate event in which she had just been privy to- even surrounded by the skeleton crew, a knot of unease wound itself tight in the pit of her belly. It hindered her from approaching him directly, so she stood back while he finished speaking with a crew member, her gaze downcast, thoughts spiraling.

“Kid?”

Her nickname- one that had been bestowed upon her the night they first crossed paths, roused her from her anxious reverie and she offered him a meager smile. “Hi, Alex…”

He rushed toward her without hesitation, throwing his long arms around her in an embrace that her body had been craving for weeks. He smelled exactly how she had remembered leaving him, only with a subtle hint of something else- some other foreign flowery scent and instinctively, she reeled back from him, gaze weary.

“God, it's good to hold you again.” He pulled away from her to hold her at arm’s length; could sense the apprehension rolling from her in waves and he frowned. “Did you just get here?”

She swallowed the sizeable lump rising in her throat. “Uh, about an hour ago.”

Realization sunk in behind his eyes; she could see it in the way that the glitter in his blue orbs dulled, and he sighed heavily. “Kid- I had no idea you were coming-

“It was a surprise, Alex.”

He reached another arm around her, pressed his lips to the top of her head in a gentle kiss. “I'm over the moon about it, honestly.” He pulled back from her to caress a hand to her cheek. “I'm just going to grab a few things and then we can head out, okay?”

She could feel the biting sting of looming tears behind her eyes, the words too heavy in the hollow of her throat, so she offered him a nod instead.

Their journey home- a beautiful, rented apartment in West London had been quiet save for the cacophony of masses of passerby. Random pieces of conversations in a myriad of accents, music from someone’s portable sound system, all helped to distract her from the thoughts swirling in her brain. Sitting next to him on the tube, she could feel the familiar warmth radiating from him in waves, and that seemed to abate the anxiety somewhat. Large fingers clasped together on his lap; he was staring at something unseen on the subway floor. The urge to say anything had been palpable minutes ago, but when she went to open her mouth, the precise words eluded her.

“Our stop’s next, kid.”

He rose from the seat ahead of her, offering his hand which she accepted gratefully. As the train trundled to a halt, a voice boomed loud on the speaker above them, but she could not make out what was relayed and then the doors opened for them, fresh air greeting the pair of them like old friends. She had visited England enough times now to know the feeling of an imminent rainfall; the dense moisture that pervaded every square inch of space around them and made her long for a cozy sweater, or blanket.

They walked in silence for about five minutes before the wrought-iron railing of their apartment became visible, and another heap of invisible weight dissipated from her at the notion that she would be in the comfort and warmth of their own space soon. Alexander fit the key into the lock, and opened the door for them, allowed her to wander inside first. Arriving earlier that morning, she had tried to make the space as cozy as she could before she left for the film studio, knowing that he would be spending at least another two months there during post-production. Alexander tossed the keys onto the wooden shelf in the front foyer, kicking his beloved desert boots off with a dull thud. Peeling the blue and grey plaid coat from his body, he hung that up in the front closet and reached for the coat that she had just shed, doing the same. Eyeing her in the fragmented light filtering in through the stained-glass window at the top of the front door, his expression was unreadable.

“I think we should talk about earlier this afternoon, kid.”

Instinctively, she rubbed a hand over her bare arm to ward off the chill that had finally settled itself into her bones and shook her head. “It’s not necessary, Alex.”

He clicked his tongue, gave his head a slight shake. “Don’t do that, kid. It obviously upset you, and I don’t blame you for that at all, but we should talk about it.”

“What is there to talk about, Alex?” She asked, her tone regrettably biting. “What you do in the confines of a film studio- on set, that’s your job. None of it concerns me.”

He sighed heavily. “If I had known you were coming, I could have asked to postpone the scene for a few days…”

“You weren’t supposed to know I was coming. That was the whole point...” Sensing that she was treading treacherous waters, she tried to switch tactics. “I’m fried from the flight in, I haven’t eaten much at all today- all of which resulted in a grotesque culmination of emotions, and I’m over it now.”

She viewed his 6’4” figure stood in the front hallway before her, large hands tucked into the front pockets of his blue jeans. He was sporting socks that she had purchased him for Christmas last year and the mere sight of them caused the lump that had dissipated a while ago to resurface in the hollow of her throat.

“Please, just talk to me.”

Anger evaded his tone- it brimmed instead with a gentle desperation, the resonance of it caused her heart to splinter a little deeper than it already was.

Words thick at the back of her throat, she leveled her gaze with his. “It hurt, Alex.”

There it was.

“It hurt to watch you be so intimate with someone else- to watch her touch you in ways reserved only for my hands, and my fingers, and my lips…” Flames fanned from anger and shame licked at her throat, and god damnit, she could feel the impending threat of tears again. Swallowing hard, she shrugged her shoulders. “And it sounds so much like jealousy but it’s not. It goes deeper than that,” She trailed off, voice breaking, as she lifted her gaze to Alexander’s. “I need you to know that I love you, and that I’ll support you in every single endeavor. But it just gets difficult sometimes…”

His cerulean gaze downcast, he chewed anxiously at the edge of his bottom lip as he mulled over what to say. When he finally glanced up at her, saltwater glittered in the depths of his own eyes and he allowed himself a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry, kid.”

She could hear the fragility in his voice now, how close it was to shattering completely and, in that moment, she launched herself into his arms. The urge to feel him on her, raw and utterly overwhelming. A secure arm around her waist, an impossibly warm hand at the back of her head, he held her to him like it was the last time he would ever have the opportunity. They stood embraced like that for an unknowable amount of time, and when he pulled away, it was to take hold of her hand and lead her down the hallway to the washroom. Once there, he flicked on the light which bathed the room in a pale-yellow glow and turned to her.

“Arms up,” He murmured, softly.

Doing as she was told, she raised her arms for him and held her breath as he pulled the t shirt from her body, tossing it into the wicker hamper next to the sink. He placed warm kisses over the delicate line of her collarbone, as he undid the zipper on her jeans and shimmied the useless material from her legs. She held onto his shoulders for support as he reached around her to unclasp her bra, letting the flimsy material fall to the glossy, tiled loor beneath them. Gentle lips kissed the soft skin of her shoulder blade as he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, which she kicked off to the side. Standing back, she watched him rid himself of his own clothing in unconcealed awe, her hungry gaze raking over the definition in his chest, and at the taut, sun-kissed skin that rippled over chiseled muscles. He never failed to take her breath away.

They entered the shower together; a violent shiver wracked her body as she waited for the water to turn hot. Watching him from the far wall, she suddenly wanted him. She could feel a strong desire in the pit of her belly- where anger recently burned red-hot there, it had been replaced with a sheer need to have every inch of him make up for the hollow emptiness she had felt hours earlier.

He dipped his head beneath the steaming stream of water and beckoned her toward him. “Come here, kid.”

She walked into his open arms, wrapped her own around his frame and nestled her head against the part of his chest where she could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart against her cheek. His embrace, and the blissfully warm water rolling down her back was a healing salve for her soul and she could feel her anxiety dissipate with each passing minute they stood there. He gathered the wet hair from her shoulder in his hand and dropped it behind her back to press a series of scorching kisses up the side of her neck to her earlobe. Reaching for the shampoo bottle on the ledge, he poured a heap of the opaque liquid into the palm of his hand and began to massage it into her hair with skilled fingers. He worked it into a lather and pulled her back under the water to rinse it out, the subtly perfumed suds cascading freely down her back. Next, he worked the conditioner into her hair, and while that sat, he poured bodywash onto a sponge and began to wash her with a delicacy she was rarely privy to. She held onto him for support as he passed the soft sponge over the sensitive parts of her body, beneath her arms, the hollow crooks in the back of her knees, the soles of her feet. When he was satisfied with his work, he pulled her back under the the warm water to rinse the soap from her body and the conditioner from her hair. She was contentedly sleepy under the steady warmth; her eyelids heavy as she watched him cleanse himself of the day in which they had both endured. When he was finished, he held her in his arms again. She could feel the familiar pressure of his erection against her thigh, how it swelled harder the longer they remained embraced.

“I want you, Alex.” She murmured, earnestly.

A deep inhalation, she could feel him nod against her. Guiding her out of the stream of water, he positioned her up against the heated stones of the shower wall. She braced her arms above her, could feel him line himself up at her soaking entrance. Placing tender kisses down the ridges of her spine, he paid special attention to certain spots on her back that nearly made her sing out for him. One final kiss, and he pushed himself inside of her, reveling in her all-consuming heat. Dropping his forehead to the middle of her back, he stayed where he was for a moment to give her time to adjust to his size.

This was what she had been after from the very beginning; the sensation of him buried to the hilt inside of her, the delicious fullness of him, nearly brought a fresh batch of tears to her eyes. “So good, Alex…” She gasped.

He nodded against her; all forms of speech eluded him as he pulled back from her all-encompassing heat only to re-enter at an agonizingly slow pace. He grasped onto her hips as he found a steady tempo for himself, his fingernails digging miniscule crescent moons in her soft flesh.

“God, I’ve missed this.” He groaned, breathlessly.

Freeing a hand from her hip to snake it down to her sex, he pressed a skilled fingertip into her swollen clit, rubbing tantalizing circles into it. She raked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it to keep from crying out, causing Alexander to nip at the nape of her neck in mild disapproval.

“None of that, kid. I can tell how good I’m making you feel- but I want to hear it, and I certainly don’t want you to be quiet about it.” Always in constant awe of the sheer, physical affect that his words had on her body, she could feel the familiar unravelling of pressure in the pit of her belly and she arched her back against him to glean more pleasure. “Fuck, you feel amazing…”

A telltale sign of a man nearing the edge, his thrusts had started to grow sloppy, and she clenched around him to help spur his orgasm on.

“Fuck, Alex,” She warned in a hushed tone.

He groaned against her and applied harder pressure to her clit as she stilled against him, mouth parted and slack as a pleasure-induced white-hot lightning bolt coursed through her entire body. She imagined that she could feel it from the tips of her toes to the hair follicles on her head, and she trembled violently against him as her orgasm loomed tantalizingly out of reach.

“That’s it, baby…” He coaxed, gently. “Come all over this cock, hm?”

She froze against him, a single sound worked its way up her throat and exited her mouth in the form of a broken scream, as she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm immediate and intense. Clenching around his cock unintentionally as she unwound from her high, her muscle contractions caused him to drop his head to her back as he too began to unravel above her.

Fingernails marring the soft flesh of her hips and ribs, he stilled against her and with a strangled cry, came into her in thick, warm spurts. She had been after this sensation as well if she were honest. The satisfying feeling of being filled with every ounce of come he had to give her, could never be replicated. Peppering a couple more kisses to her damp back, he reluctantly pulled from away her to marvel at his come as it dripped from her core and slid down her inner thigh.

“Beautiful,” He murmured more to himself than to anyone else.

She stood where she was, braced against the wall for support while she tried to regulate her laboured breathing. Exiting the shower, she relieved herself, and wrapped a towel around her frame to dry off. Padding over to the expansive window adjacent to the made bed, she peered out over a darkening London. Raindrops raced each other in misshapen lines down the glass panes, and she found that she was grateful for the current weather. Alexander approached her from behind, wrapping her in his arms around her waist, chin resting easily in the crook of her shoulder blade.

“London is a lot more breathtaking with you in it.”

His stubble tickled her neck and she smiled to herself. “I bet you say that to all the pretty girls.”

A subtle grumble, he turned her around so that she was facing him. Still entirely naked, he held her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her gaze traversed the cutting line of his jaw, his lips, his defined nose, his sparkling cerulean orbs which glittered brilliantly as he stared at her. No smile was offered up, but the delicate creases next to his eyes deepened as he spoke. “Just you, kid.”

He brushed the calloused pad of his thumb over her flushed cheek.

“Yesterday, today, tomorrow.”

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 3 years

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Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet

Peter parker x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, other than tooth rotting fluff

A/N: howdy! It's been 84 years since I last posted any originals so here's a fluff alphabet, I plan on doing quite a few more in the future! Enjoy - Aphrodite

A - activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Between school, Peter loves to spend time with you in his & May's apartment. He sees the city so much while being spider man, so a cozy night in with pizza and Star Wars is his favourite thing. Peter will try and spend as much time with you as possible, but you both have tight schedules due to being avengers, so he'll take whatever he can get. He always feels guilty about not being able to spend as much time with you as he wants, so sometimes you have to reassure him that any time spent together is time well spent.

B - beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Peter is 100% about personality over looks, and he thinks the most beautiful part of you is your kind and caring nature. He loves your open mindedness and the fact you treat everybody equally, but he also loves the sarcastic and witty side of you. He values your personality loads, but it's just a plus that you're also the most gorgeous person he's ever seen.

C - comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

When you feel down or a bit anxious, Peter can always sense it. He doesn't blatantly tell you, but he always shows you a lot more physical affection to make you feel better. He'll hold your hand and rub small circles on it with his thumb, he'll cuddle up to you and gently massage whatever part of you is closest to him, anything to physically distract you. If you're alone then he'll give you small pecks or the forehead - not only does it make you feel better, but it also makes him feel better too.

D - dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Literally every day. When he's bored in class, when he's trying to get to sleep, when he sees something that reminds him of you; you're on his mind a lot, he absolutely adores you.

E - equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It depends on the situation. When you're on a mission together and there's even a slight threat, he's automatically dominant and gets very protective of you. But usually he's quite passive, with a hint of dominance when he gets jealous.

F - fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

You and Peter rarely every fight, but when you do have small arguments he's always the first to apologise. The only time you both have had a really serious fight is when you got badly injured after a mission and he got angry that you unnecessarily put your life at risk. However, he was still the first to apologise, as he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

G - gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Oh boy, Peter is SO grateful for everything you do. In fact, he's grateful even when you aren't doing anything. Just knowing that he has the most amazing and kind s/o in the world makes him so thankful.

H - honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

You know pretty much all of Peter's secrets, so there isn't much for him to hide. Even when he does have something he wasn't planning on sharing, he always tells you. He knows you won't judge or tell anyone else, therefore he often uses you as a human diary.

I - inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around?

You and Peter both changed each other for the better. Peter made you appreciate the small things so much more, and has taught you a lot about his favourite things, music, and science. Whereas you've taught him a lot of hand-to-hand combat, and love teaching him your hobbies & the languages you know.

J - jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Peter trusts you completely, so when he sees you spending time with another man then he doesn't really mind. He knows you would never flirt with anyone but him, but as soon as he sees the other person get handsy then he's automatically pissed. He's quite good at hiding his emotions though, so he'd only be slightly passive aggressive towards whoever is flirting with you. He knows you can handle yourself, but sometimes he just wants to make sure people know you're his.

K - kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Your first kiss was amazing. You had been dating for a few months and were spending the night at the avengers tower, in which Peter has a room. You were both cuddled on his bed, eating ice cream, watching Back To The Future when you caught him looking at you. You didn't have time to say anything before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Before you could register what was happening, he leaned back with a crimson blush plastered on his cheeks. You cupped his cheek and pulled him back in, this time for longer. His lips tasted of the chocolate brownie ice cream he had been eating, but it was so wonderful and sweet that neither of you will ever forget it.

L - love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

The first time Peter told you he loved you was mid-battle. You, Peter, Sam and Natasha were fighting a group of criminals who were trying to infiltrate Stark Industries - while fighting one of them, you looked over to your boyfriend when you spotted one of the criminals with a knife running up to Peter behind his back. In an instant you jumped over and saved him, using your abilities to your advantage. Once the crimumal was on the floor, Peter laughed, mouth agape, "I love you so much!"

You froze, completely shocked, not knowing what to do. It was only later that evening when you knew what you had to do, so you caught Peter in the hallway of the tower and kissed him, with as much passion as you had in your body. Peter responded quickly, one hand resting gently your waist and the other cupping your cheek. You both stood there for a few minutes, lips working in harmony, before you pulled away and pressed your foreheads together.

"I love you too."

M - marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

You and Peter are still young, so marriage isn't something you both have thought about too much. Despite this, he knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and eventually get married and start a family. He hasn't brought it up with you as he doesn't want to scare you off, but he knows you feel the same way.

N - nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Peter has loads of cute pet names that he loves to call you, but also has a few silly ones from stupid incidents in the past. He still calls you 'apple' from when you first met and you spilled apple juice all down your clothes, but his signature pet names are 'honey' and, in private, 'baby'.

O - on Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It's very obvious to everyone in the tower and at school that he's head over heels for you. He's constantly making heart-eyes at you, and is always talking about you when you're not around. He compliments you so much that you don't think he's ever said a normal sentence without letting you know how appreciated you are!

P - PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Peter isn't the biggest fan of intense PDA, but would go crazy with it when you're alone. When in public he usually sticks with holding hands, a hand resting on your thigh or around your waist, and small pecks on the temple. When you're alone Peter loves to cuddle, give you small massages of your achy muscles, and would happily kiss you non-stop. But Peter really loves the domestic affection you share, like when he washes your hair or gets to cook with you.

Q - quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

It's almost like Peter can read minds. If you think about something small that you want, then he'll get you it the next day. You don't know how he does it, but you've always believed that your connection is more powerful than anything you've ever felt. Fancy red velvet cake for dessert? He's already there with a slice. Thinking about rewatching the Harry Potter movies? He'll suggest a move night just in time.

R - Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Peter is very romantic, and likes doing a lot of the cliché things that happen in the movies. But Peter has a lot of creative ideas when it comes to dates and ways to spend time with each other, so you're always in for a good time. He would do anything to make you happy, no matter how cheesy and sappy it is.

S - support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He would do anything to help you achieve your dreams, and will always help you reach success. He studies with you, trains with you, and is there at your beck and call to make sure you know you're supported.

T - thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

You and Peter don't really have a routine, but neither do you spice things up too much. You're always trying new things, and neither of you lead boring lives, so there's always fun stuff to do.

U - understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Pete is extremely empathetic with you, and knows you better than you know yourself. You've been through some stuff that he doesn't know too much about, but he supports you through everything that he can, and you always do the same.

V - value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is the most important thing in the world to the both of you, but more so to Peter. He's lost too many people in his life, and the thought of losing you makes him want to die. You're his world, his life, and his one true love, and there's nothing more important to him than the bond you both have.

W - Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Peter and you definitely have different love languages and show love in separate ways, but one thing that unites you both is the love of having you hair played with. When you both are cuddling and drifting off to sleep, peter will run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. And sometimes the roles are reversed, you delicately toying with his soft curls, earning small hums of comfort when he feels your warm fingertips against his forehead.

X - XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Kissing and cuddling is Peter's favourite thing. Being soft and vulnerable yet feeling completely safe means the world to him, and it's even better that he gets to do it to you.

Y - Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He barely copes. When you're on a mission and he's in the tower he has to find somebody to pester because he doesn't have you there to mess around with. Usually he annoys Bucky or Sam, but he'll be clingy with whoever is there until he has you back in his arms.

Z - Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Peter would simultaneously kill and die for you, and sacrifice all he has left in the world. If it made you happy, he'd do whatever you asked :)

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