#what was his boyfriend's name? pete? pat?

[shark-myths]

hold on did meg elison used to write fall out boy fic?? asking for a friend

[decaydanceredacted]

just red this fic and dear god it has me going insaneeee https://archiveofourown.org/works/15413358 like new kink UNLOCKED

why r there not more hypno fics i need(very open to recs!!)

just.

ttyg babytrick and maybe he’s a bit shy and inexperienced, they’ve had sex once or twice before but it didn’t last long and he kept his shirt on. this time pete convinced him to let him hypnotize him. patrick gets so deep in it he doesn’t know what’s going on, his body just automatically doing whatever pete says. the next time he comes to even a little bit there’s come on his tummy and tits and he’s covered in hickeys(thighs, tummy, tits, high up on his neck(which patrick always stopped him from doing before.)) pete is fucking into him hard and he thinks he must’ve come already because he’s soft. pete’s just using him hard and rough, like patrick’s his little sex toy. it’s so overwhelming and he’s woozy and it’s too much and he’s just coherent enough to say “p-pete ‘s too much, can’t,, can you stop? please, please ‘s too much” but pete just shushes him and keeps going. patrick realizes that he’s been crying and his face is soaked with tears and snot and his throat HURTS. he has no idea how much time has passed. how long he was just gone and pliant and calm. he realizes that he liked it - he REALLY liked it. he liked that he couldn’t do anything about it that pete just kept going and he just had to take it. he likes that he feels so completely used. before he knows it pete’s pulling him mostly back under and all he can do is just distantly hear pete talking to him, degrading him, humiliating him, cooing at him, feminizing him, praising him. it makes his head spin. “fuck, baby, so fucking cockdrunk, look at you, you’re drooling, just a little bimbo” “begging me to stop but you’re still so NEEDY baby, little slut just doesn’t know what she needs, it ok, i know” “this is what you were made for ‘trick just a dumb little hole begging to be fucked” “fuck, you’re covered in cum, ‘s literally dripping out of your fucking cunt, you’re mine baby, you’d let me do whatever i want to you, wouldn’t you?” “knew the innocent shy thing was just an act, this is what you’ve needed all along isn’t it? just need to be fucked? put in your place” “your cute little tits and your tummy are bouncing, ‘trick, such a cute little thing.” “awe you’ve just needed it so bad and didn’t know, needed someone to tell you what you need” patrick just blankly nods along to everything pete says. yes, he’s just a slutty little fleshlight. he just needs a cock in him all the time. he whines any time pete pulls out of him. he just needs more more more. he goes back under again and when he comes to everything hurts, he’s a mess. pete’s straddling him petting his face and tucking strands of hair behind his ears. he’s telling him how good he did, telling him the things he was telling him weren’t true, they were just a part of the game, he knows if he doesn’t they’ll just stay in his brain and he’ll keep believing them. how adorable he is. how he loves him so much and is so grateful for him letting him do this to him. patrick slowly comes back down, making a little whimper of confusion. “there you are, hey sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” all patrick can get out is “hurts” and “sticky”, “oh, i know, i’m sorry honey, you took it so well, my good little boy” “i’m gonna go and get a towel to clean you off now, i’ll just be a second.” pete cleans him off and cuddles him to sleep, rubbing his back. the next day he pampers him soo much. breakfast in bed, bubble bath, patrick’s favorite movies, giggly facials, little kisses all over his face. it’s so good, they both love each other sooo much. they are boyfriends and i think they should kith.

side note i hate when fics like shorten patrick to pat like as a nickname… esp during smut… like the reason he doesn’t like that nickname is literally because it’s HIS MOMS NAME😐. i’m sorry it’s just a pet peeve i can’t.

i’m pretty sure this ask is completely incorrect sozzy. need that little guy(american multi-instrumentalist musician, singer songwriter, composer, and 40 year old man, patrick martin stumph) clinically

-xoxo gossip girl* (spiral anon)

small shameless plug im now on the parx redacted blog too it’s so fun y’all should check it out never enough srs hormy for those water boys<3

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[frost-queen]

Fly instructor (Reader Seresin x Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22​, @elllie-does-the-posts​, @floatlosers​, @merlieve​, @queen-of-books​, @glimmering-darling-dolly​, @denkisclown​, @wildieflower​, @meyocoko​, @bubblybrianna​, @justanothercoco​ @idkwhatmyusernam,  @subjecta13-thefangirl, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @aposthatisbored

Summary: Reader is Jake’s older sister & secretly dating Maverick. What she doesn’t know is that her boyfriend is the new instructor after being called back. Feeling that it is wrong, she takes her distance from him. On the day of the mission, she tells him to be careful and gives him a kiss. It shocks everyone, specially your little brother who won’t stop teasing you about it. 

“And who are the bodyguards?” – Hangman teased, watching the two boys behind Phoenix. – “Fanboy.” – one of them said. – “Payback.” – the other answered. Phoenix smirked. – “Guys this is bagman!” – she spoke. Hangman chuckling. – “It’s Hangman.” – he corrected her. She threw him a witty glance. – “Bagman! Now that is one, I need to stick to.” – you laughed standing by the pool table. – “Y/n!” – Hangman called out. 

You laughed loud. – “Look what you did now!” – Hangman said with a glare at Phoenix. – “Hey, she is your sister.” – Phoenix responded, moving her hands up. – “Bagman are you playing your round or what?” – you joked. Hangman clenched his jaw at you. He went round the pool table, leaning down. His eyes go up to you with a smirk. He then hit the ball. The rounds went on as more aviators walked into Penny’s bar. 

“Sis, you need a new drink?” – Jake asked. You shook your head. – “No I’m leaving anyways.” – you responded. – “Aww can’t keep up with the youth anymore?” – Jake teased grabbing your shoulder. – “Watch it Bagman!” – you said, pushing his hand away. – “You know I can drink you under the table, but I have more important things to do.” – you commented with a wink. You nodded afar at Phoenix. She held her beer bottle up in response.

“Rooster!” – you said giving him a pat on his shoulder. – “Seresin.” – he replied giving your back a pat. You shook hands with Bob before heading out. – “Already leaving lieutenant Seresin?” – Penny asked from behind the bar. You hummed loud. – “Keep an eye on the youth, specially that brother of mine.” – you asked of her. – “You got it!” – Penny answered with a wink. Looking one more time back at your brother, you smiled. 

Outside you got in your car, driving off. If you had staid longer, you would’ve seen the guy you were dating. Instead you didn’t encounter him till the next day. – “Hangover brother?” – you asked, throwing your arm around Jake’s neck. He grunted trying to break free from your grip. You laughed loud, rubbing your hand through his hair. – “Careful for the hair Y/n.” – Phoenix teased. – “He might hold a grudge for it.” – she chuckled, giving Bob a low five. You let go of him, moving your hands up. Jake laid his hair good, giving you a glare. – “Aww regretting I got called back too, brother?” – you said. Rooster coming to lean in. 

“Oh he is secretly loving it.” – he told you, making you smile. Hangman threw Rooster a sarcastic smile, nudging him away from you. You all went to sit down, waiting for Cyclone to take a stand. You were eager to know more about the mission you had been called back for. – “I present to you, your new instructor Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell.” – your eyes widened at the mention of his name.

Jake looked around, sighing loud. You waited for him to come in sight, still staring in shock at him. Maverick took a stand, his eyes falling down on you. – “I…” – his words caught in his throat. – “Hey sis you, okay?” – he whispered, giving you a nudge with his elbow. Jake let his gaze go from you to Maverick, wondering why you reacted like that. – “Fine…” – you muttered still shocked to see him. Maverick cleared his throat tearing his gaze away from you. 

You looked away as well, hoping that you weren’t giving yourself away. You noticed Phoenix looking your way. She moved her shoulders up, wondering what had gotten into you. You shook your head, not wanting to go into detail. Swallowing nervously, you didn’t know where this would lead in your relationship. With him being your instructor now and you, his pupil. It just felt weird. Maverick’s attention went briefly to you, wondering what you were thinking. Introductions ended. 

You went with a few others to the landing tracks. At the end of the hangar, you felt a hand go around your arm. Giving you a good pull. Your back pressed against the wall, Maverick standing in front of you. – “What the hell!” – you called out, punching him in the armpit. – “Au.” – Maverick chuckled at your weak punch. – “You never told me you’d be the instructor!” – you said frustrated. – “Well you never told me you’d be one of the candidates.” – he answered.

“Don’t give me that look.” – you crossed your arms as Maverick chuckled. – “What look?” – he asked. – “That look!” – you pointed out with a raise of your brow. – “I’ve only got one.” – he teased, touching your chin. Maverick leaned in close to give you a kiss. You deflected his kiss as it felt wrong. The whole instructor/ pupil thing stuck in your head. Maverick chuckled sheepishly to try and hide the fact you left him hanging. – “I have to go.” – you said, walking away. 

Maverick exhaled deep, hands in his side, letting his head hang. Jake moved his hands up to you, gesturing as to what took you so long. You ignored him, getting to your plane. Soon you were up in the air. Maverick beginning his practice. You lasted the longest of them all but escaping him was no use. 200 push-ups as punishment. So it went on till Maverick defeated everyone for so many times, it wasn’t fun anymore.

Late that night you were all at Penny’s bar. You sat at the bar, chatting with Penny. Maverick entered, taking off his sunglasses at the sight of you. – “Looks like your man is here.” – Penny said, tapping the bar. – “He’s not my man.” – you responded, keeping your voice down. Over your shoulder you saw your brother with the others. – “I’m off.” – you said with a gesture of your head. You took your bottle of beer, getting off the stool. 

You mingled with the others in an attempt to avoid Maverick. It just felt wrong to openly act out your relationship since you dating him was a secret. Not even Jake knew. Maverick walked up to Penny, moving his hands up confused. Penny shrugging her shoulders. He decided to sit at the bar, looking over his shoulder to you. You sat with Phoenix and Bob. Watching as your brother played darts. 

Your gaze went briefly up to the bar. Maverick lifting his bottle up to you. He motioned to you, asking you over. You turned your attention back to Phoenix to avoid him. Maverick took a deep breath. – “Did I do something or so?” – he asked Penny. Penny moving her shoulders up. – “Knowing you, it might.” – she joked leaning on the bar. Maverick took a large sip, trying not to break his head open about it.

For the next couple weeks, you kept your distance from Maverick. It still didn’t feel right. Some might call it unfavorable if you got picked for the team. Thinking he just gave you the position because you are sleeping together. That was the last thing you wanted. You wanted to earn that spot on your own. The mission was sped up as Maverick almost got himself dismissed. Typical for him to act so irrational. The call backs came, but you didn’t make the team. 

You were on the B team with Jake. Spares in case they needed back-up. It did bother you that you weren’t picked. The team was preparing themselves. You stood with Bob and Phoenix, telling them to take care. Rooster saluted you from afar. You returned the salute as it spoke more then a thousand words. Then Maverick appeared. Biting your lip, you hesitated to go over. Your feelings taking a hold of you, you went over. – “Mav!” – you called out. 

He paused, turning to you. – “Here I thought you couldn’t stand me anymore.” – he chuckled. You punched his armpit. – “Just… just be careful.” – you told him. – “Aren’t I always?” – he responded with a smirk. – “No! you never are you reckless man!” – you told him. Maverick leaned in, bringing his face closer to your ear. – “And that is why you love me.” – he whispered, leaving you flustered.

You pulled him close by his uniform. Nose to nose. – “Be careful!” – you repeated, wanting him to never forget. You smiled as Maverick gave you that look again. The one you adored secretly. Tilting your head, you pressed your lips onto his. Bob nudged Phoenix, who gasped loud. Rooster’s jaw dropped seeing it as well. – “Hey wait a minute!” – Jake called out seeing his older sister kiss Maverick. You pulled away, feeling a million eyes focused on you. Smiling sheepishly, you saw them all stare either shocked or confused at you. 

Maverick whistled loud, hurdling his team together. They got in the planes for their mission. You backed away, feeling two hands on your shoulders. – “Well, well sister. You’ve been keeping secrets from me.” – you rolled your eyes at your brother’s words. – “Maverick hey!” – he chuckled. You elbowed Jake in his chest. – “Shut it Bagman.” – you said. Jake shaking his head. – “Oh no Y/n it is your turn to be teased.” – he grinned from ear to ear. You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t stop teasing you about it.

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[princesse-de-ravenclaw]

Champagne Problems (ii)

summary: Y/N Y/L/N has everything: a wealthy family, a famous last name, and the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding community as her soon to be husband. What happens when she’s reunited with a forbidden friend from the past?

tw: angst if you squint??

word count: 5,015

The next few weeks passed by dreadfully slowly, but eventually, September 1st rolled around and it was finally time for Y/N to go back to school. She was excited for the school year, but she had a lot on her mind. Once she boarded the train, Y/N passed compartment after compartment, waving hello to friends, but deciding to keep going until she found one that was empty. She shared a dorm with three other girls, this was going to be the last alone-time she got until Christmas. Her alone-time was short lived, however, when a knock came on the door to her cart and a familiar face showed itself through the window. Y/N smiled as Sirius opened the compartment door. “Need some company?” he he asked with a smirk. “I suppose I could handle that,” Y/N smiled and motioned for him to sit down.

“Don’t you have a group of friends to sit with?” Y/N asked as Sirius made himself comfortable. “Don’t you?” he quipped, raising and eyebrow. “I suppose. But I don’t always sit with the same group of people on every trip, either,” Y/N shrugged. “And here I thought you stopped paying attention to me in first year,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Trust me,” Y/N laughed, “I did. But your group has quite the reputation.” “Anyway, I dunno. I didn’t see any of them. Either I’m the first one on, or they’re farther down the line and if that’s the case, I’ll see them when we get to school,” Sirius shrugged. “How was the rest of your summer?” he asked. “Boring. Stressful. Otherwise, uneventful. How was yours?” she answered honestly. “It was pretty good, actually. I third-wheeled with Lily and James a lot, but we saw some really cool films, took a trip out to the beach, and then Mr. and Mrs. Potter went out of town so we had the whole house to ourselves, it was cool,” Sirius smiled fondly as he described the adventures he shared with his friends, and for a moment, Y/N wished she could have been there, too.

“Oi! There you are! We’ve been looking for you for-oh, hello,” James exclaimed as he and Lily barged into the compartment. “Um, hi,” Y/N smiled politely. “Y/N, right?” James asked. “Yeah. You’re James, and I’m guessing you’re Lily?” Y/N replied. “That’s us,” Lily smiled. “Pardon my boyfriend being rude, but do you mind if we sit with you?” Lily asked, nudging James who had already taken a seat. “Oh, shit, sorry,” James replied quickly. “Oh! Of course, please,” Y/N motioned to the seats and Sirius hopped up from his spot across from Y/N and moved over so he was sitting next to her. Lily took the window seat opposite Y/N and James sat next to her, slinging his arm around her shoulders. An awkward silence settled over the four teens for a few minutes. “So, Y/N, how do you know Sirius?” Lily spoke up. “Oh, we grew up together. Our parents are close,” Y/N answered. “Oh,” Lily tried to hide her confusion. “We sort of fell out during first year because of.. um... I don’t know, my parents stopped liking him,” Y/N explained. “Hey, don’t feel too bad,” Sirius nudged her, “My parents stopped liking me around first year, too,” he joked, easing the tension and getting everyone to laugh.

“Bloody hell, you guys! I’ve been looking for you all morning!” A short boy with poorly styled hair opened the door to the compartment. “Wormtail! Nice of you to join us, mate!” James exclaimed, patting the open seat next to him. “I’m sorry, did you just call him a worm?” Y/N asked incredulously. “It’s an inside joke. That’s Peter. Pete, this is Y/N,” Sirius introduced them, and Peter seemed to see Y/N for the first time. “Oh!” he exclaimed, “Hello!” “Nice to meet you,” Y/N smiled at him and then glanced out the window. Definitely no alone time on this train ride. But it could be fun. Sirius has just been telling her about all the good times he had with these people, maybe Y/N would have a good time with them as well. Just a few minutes later, the whistle blew and the train was on its way to Hogwarts.

The train rolled on, and the teens chatted amongst themselves, catching up on what they had done over the summer. Y/N remained quiet, unless to answer a question. She felt nervous, for some reason, to be around Sirius’s friends. They were nice, and even funny, but Y/N couldn’t help but feel out of place. After about an hour and a half, the compartment door opened. “These prefect meetings get more and more boring every-oh, hello, Y/N,” Remus said as he plopped down in the seat next to Sirius. “Hi, Remus,” Y/N smiles politely. “You two know each other?” Sirius asked incredulously. “Yeah, we’ve had classes together. Last year we were paired together in advanced potion making,” Remus shrugged. “Well I’ll be damned,” James laughed. “I do talk to other people outside of you lot, you know,” Remus taunted. “You’re kidding! Since when are we allowed to have other friends?” James asked dramatically, earning laughs from all of the teens. And so they joked, and laughed the whole way to the school; and while Y/N felt like she was intruding on their time together, the marauders had already begun accepting her as one of their own.

-

After the sorting ceremony, Y/N went straight to her dorm- the first feast of the year always left her exhausted, she suspected it was all the rich food in her belly. She planned to change into her most comfortable pajamas and curl up with Desdemona before drifting off into a much needed sleep. Y/N was almost able to go through with her plan, too, but what she hadn’t accounted for was that her roommates would also skip the festivities and come straight to the dorm as well, eager to hear all about Y/N’s engagement party. “Y/N, Y/N!” they exclaimed. “We looked for you at dinner but we couldn’t find you, you have to tell us all about the engagement party!” her roommate, Ellie, exclaimed. “Did Amelia Rosehart really design your dress?” Dawn asked. “Let us see the ring!” Cynthia squealed. “It was very nice,” Y/N started. “Amelia did design my dress, and styled my hair and makeup. I looked like a completely different person. We just answered a lot of questions about the wedding plans and had dinner, and then everyone left and Peter and I had a good talk,” she explained.

“I can’t believe you’re marrying Peter Williams, you’re living my dream,” Dawn declared as she plopped into her bed. “Isn’t he so wonderful? Is he funny? I always imagined him being funny,” she gushed. “He’s nice, yeah. And I dunno, I suppose he’s moderately funny. I’ve met funnier people,” Y/N shrugged, “But then again we didn’t talk that much.” “What about the ring? The ring!” Ellie reminded her. “Oh, right. Here you go,” Y/N held her left hand out for the girls to inspect, and Dawn nearly fell out of her bed trying to leap over to see the ring. It was massive, honestly. In the center, there was a large, oval shaped diamond. Around that, there was a small band of emeralds outlining the diamond, and then smaller circular diamonds around the gold band. Y/N felt ridiculous wearing it at school, but her parents insisted she wear it. They believed it would show everyone how well off the family was going to be.

“Was it his grandmothers?” Cynthia asked excitedly. “His great-grandmother’s, and then his grandmother’s, and then his mother’s,” Y/N told them. “Merlin’s beard, it must go back to the 1800s!” Dawn cried. “1897, yeah. His great-grandfather had it custom made for his great-grandmother, and then they passed it down the line of the oldest siblings in the family,” Y/N confirmed. “Godric, it’s nearly a hundred years old and it looks brand new!” Ellie’s exclaimed. “Every time it got passed down it was repaired, plus they expect me to have it cleaned every eight weeks,” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “And the party, was it extravagant?” Cynthia asked. “It was.. tasteful. The whole mansion was decorated, and we had a team of chefs come in from France, the food was magnificent, by the way, and yeah.. It was good,” Y/N nodded. “Godric, Y/N, you are so lucky!” Ellie yawned as she climbed into her bed. “I suppose I am,” Y/N agreed as she picked up Desdemona and snuggled up in her blankets. Desdemona’s purrs soon lulled Y/N into a much needed sleep.

The next day, Y/N woke up before her dorm mates to have a shower before the day officially started. She liked the girls, she really did, but she was in no mood to talk more about the Williamses or the party. She returned to her dorm and got ready as quietly as possible before slipping out at heading down to the great hall for breakfast. She passed Sirius and James as she walked in, and she and Sirius exchanged smiles and small waves before she found an empty table to sit at to have a quiet breakfast. Thoughts of her future tangled with thoughts of her upcoming classes, and as Y/N looked down at her empty bowl, she realized that she had forgotten to even taste her oatmeal. She supposed it didn’t matter, it was time to head to her first lesson anyway. She grabbed an apple to snack on later, and made her way to the Transfigurations classroom.

Y/N took a seat in the middle of the classroom and let her thoughts consume her while she had a little while before the lesson started. She was ripped away from her thoughts when the chair next to her scraped across the floor. “This seat taken?” Y/N was surprised to find Sirius holding onto the chair next to hers. “Uh, it is now. Please, sit,” Y/N answered with a smile. Y/N hadn’t had a class with Sirius in a few years, she suspected because he tended to slack off whereas she was one of the top students of their year. “Well imagine that, I put in a little extra effort last year and got moved up into the class with the smart people,” Sirius laughed as he set his belongings down. “Yeah, see what happens when you actually put that brain in there to use,” Y/N teased, lightly tapping on his forehead. At the table behind them, Lily raised an eyebrow and looked to James questioningly. James just shrugged in response.

-

Y/N’s next class was charms, where she took a seat next to Dawn, and was saved by professor Flitwick’s speech cutting off any questions Dawn could have asked. The class itself was pretty uneventful, as Flitwick somehow got distracted and ended up telling the class about his entire summer, instead of starting an actual lesson. When the class ended, Y/N elected to wander the halls for a little bit instead of going straight to her next lesson. She had learned last year that if she was the first to arrive to class, Professor Binns would trap her in a horrendously boring story that conveniently would not end until it was time for class to start. So, she took her time, strolling into the History of Magic classroom just before the door shut signaling for class to begin. Her eyes scanned the room for a place to sit, and she was pleasantly surprised to see Sirius seated in the back of the classroom with an open seat next to him.

“Mind if I sit here?” She whispered as she set her bag down. “Course not, take a seat, friend,” Sirius smiled. “We’re friends again?” Y/N asked him with a slight tilt of her head. “Well, we sit together in two classes and I enjoy the conversations we share, so yeah I suppose we are,” Sirius shrugged. “Is that okay?” he asked. Y/N grinned, “Yeah, that’s okay.” Sirius smiled in return before turning his attention to the front of the room where Binns had started his lesson. Professor Binns was extremely passionate about his job, and Y/N knew that. She tried to listen closely and give him her full attention, more so because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings than actually caring about what he had to say, but he had the most monotonous voice she had ever heard, and the lesson was just so bloody boring. It didn’t help either that James and Sirius were using a golden snitch to pass notes back and forth, either. Finally, Y/N caved in and turned to Sirius.

“Please tell me you’re exchanging cheesy jokes, I’m so bored I’m going to lose my mind,” she whispered. “Almost. James and I are trying to find an animal that best describes Binns. James thinks he’s most like a tortoise but I think that’s too obvious,” Sirius leaned in to tell her, sliding the wrinkled parchment to her. An idea popped into Y/N’s head and with a smirk, she lifted her quill. I think he’s most like a naked mole-rat. He’s wrinkly as hell and is so engrossed in his job that he kept doing it after he died, she wrote. Sirius leaned over her should to read what she was writing and laughed out loud, quickly covering it with an obnoxiously loud cough. He folded the parchment up and stuffed it inside the snitch before sending it back over to James. When James read the parchment, he let out one loud laugh but quickly composed himself before sliding it over to Remus who’s shoulders shook as he chuckled silently. James took the paper down and scribbled another note to pass back to Sirius. She’s in. See if she wants to come to Hogsmeade with us on Saturday.

-

The week sped by as Y/N nervously awaited the weekend. She really liked Sirius’s friends, but her family had a long history and a bad reputation, and they all had every right to despise her for that. Y/N held completely different beliefs than even her own parents, but the legacy her family name held still filled her with guilt. She almost felt like she was holding her breath, waiting for them to realize that they didn’t actually want her around. Y/N elected to wake up early and go to the great hall as soon as Saturday breakfast began. The hall was nearly empty, as most of the students preferred to sleep in on the weekends.

She sat alone and piled her plate with fruit, but instead of eating, she just sat there, trying to calm her nerves and prepare for the day. By the time the rest of the students began showing up for breakfast, Y/N realized that she wasn’t hungry, and she decided to take her uneaten food out to the forbidden forrest. She wasn’t expected to meet Sirius and his friends in Hogsmeade until 10:30, she had plenty of time. On her way out of the great hall, Y/N passed Sirius and Remus, giving them a quick smile before ducking her head and slightly speeding up her pace. Sirius and Remus looked at one another, and Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but Remus beat him to it. “Go on. We’ll see you in Hogsmeade,” he told Sirius. Sirius grinned before turning to follow after Y/N.

When he finally caught up with her, Y/N had just found a place that she decided was deep enough into the Forbidden Forest. “You know, I’m pretty sure Hagrid comes out here to feed the creatures every night,” Sirius spoke up, “You don’t have to sacrifice your breakfast to them.” “I already had it on my plate, and I decided I wasn’t hungry. Didn’t want it to go to waste,” Y/N shrugged. “Plus, I like the animals,” she said, as a little rabbit hopped up and ate one of the berries she had tossed on the ground. Sirius chuckled at the bunny as he stepped closer to Y/N to see the little animals scurrying around the fruit. “What are you doing out here?” Y/N smiled as she turned to him. Y/N was terrified that Sirius was going to snap out of it and realize that she came from everything he hated, but at the same time his presence always made her feel so comfortable. “Wanted to come check on you. You seemed a little off leaving the great hall,” He answered honestly.

“Oh, I’m okay. Just wanted to spend a little time outdoors,” Y/N flashed him a positive smile. Sirius didn’t respond for a minute. “Did you know that your voice changes when you’re trying to be pleasant?” He finally asked her. “What do you mean?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Your voice gets higher and you nearly over-annunciate your words so that you sound more confident than you’re necessarily feeling,” he shrugged. “I noticed it at the engagement party, and most of the time when you talk to James, and Lily, and Peter.” “Oh.. I, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Y/N started. “Y/N you’re not obligated to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, either. I just want you to know that you don’t have to put on a front for any of us. And I don’t want to you to feel like you have to, either,” he assured her. “You don’t have to be ‘The Daughter of the Y/L/N Family, you can just be Y/N with us.”

“Sirius, I’m so nervous around your friends. I’ve been playing the role of Y/N Y/L/N for so long that I don’t think I even know who ‘just Y/N’ is. And everyone else is fine with the front, but your friends are all so true to themselves, and what they believe in. I just feel like they’re bound to realize that I don’t deserve the kind of friendship they give. I don’t know how to be around people and be relaxed and just roll with the punches,” Y/N admitted. “Hey. We all know that you are nothing like your parents. And they already like you, I can guarantee they aren’t going to change their minds. Plus, I like to think that you’ve been pretty relaxed and honest with me these last few weeks,” Sirius offered.

“I’ve known you my whole life, of course I’m comfortable around you. I don’t think that counts,” Y/N counted. “Oh, it counts,” Sirius decided, earning a laugh from Y/N. “Really though, don’t get so into your head, you’re great, just being yourself,” he assured her. Y/N gnawed on the inside of a cheek for a moment before lurching to the side in order to squeeze Sirius in a quick hug. “Thanks,” she told him, avoiding his gaze. Sirius grinned and nudged her with his shoulder, “Any time.” “Oh, Merlin! We’ve got to be late going to Hogsmeade! I had only planned on being out here for a few minutes,” Y/N scrunched up her face. “That’s alright,” Sirius assured her, “I know a shortcut, come with me.”

Sirius led Y/N back to the castle, up to the third floor, to the statue of Gunhilda of Gorsemoor. “Dissendium,” he said softly, and the statue opened up to reveal a tunnel. “What in the-“ Y/N blurted, but Sirius gave her an exasperated look and she cut herself off. “What in Merlin’s beard is this?” she whispered aggressively. Sirius motioned for her to go down the stairs and she reluctantly began making her way down, Sirius following and immediately falling into step next to her. Once they were a few steps down, the statue closed back up, Y/N stopped to look back but Sirius kept walking and Y/N determined that it did what it was supposed to do and caught back up with him. “It’s a secret passageway,” Sirius told her. “There are loads of them around the castle. This one leads to Honeydukes’s cellar, where I figure everyone will be because Remus likes to stock up on chocolate on the first trip of the term,” He said. “How do you know where they are?” Y/N asked him in amazement. “We... do a lot of things that aren’t homework,” Sirius shrugged. “I’m gonna let it go for now, but I definitely want to see some of the other passageways,” Y/N told him. Sirius grinned and agreed before picking up his pace a little bit.

By the time Sirius and Y/N climbed up the stairs from the cellar into Honeydukes shop, the marauders were still browsing the selections of sweets. “Hello all, we made it!” Sirius announced as he approached James and slung his arm around him. “Wow, Sirius is late, who would have expected this to happen?” Remus commented in a monotonous tone, earning laughter from James, Lily, and Peter. “Would have been on time but I got distracted by Y/N out in the forbidden forest trying to sneak a bowtruckle into her pocket!” Sirius grinned. “You know, I’m not sure that’s exactly how it went,” Y/N quipped. “I think the most important question here is: do you actually have a bowtruckle in your pocket?” James asked her. “Unfortunately, I do not. I actually was wanting to get a few to live in my garden at home but my mother thinks they’re vermin and forbade it,” Y/N admitted.

“No problem, here’s the plan: We find a bowtruckle for you. We spend the entire year training it to play camouflage and be still when other humans come in the garden, and boom-your parents will never even notice it,” James proposed. Y/N was taken aback at his willingness to help her at the drop of a hat, but she tried not to show it. “Do you really think that will work?” she asked him. “Of course! Bowtruckles are very intelligent,” James shrugged. “Plus, your mother doesn’t pay much attention to things that she deems unnecessary,” Sirius added. “Sirius!” Lily scolded. “Oh, no, it’s okay! He’s totally right,” Y/N assured Lily with a laugh. “She’s been in my conservatory maybe three times, and all she ever does is glance around and say ‘it looks nice, dear,’” Y/N over-corrected her posture and did an exaggerated impression of her mother. “As long as it didn’t move around, she would probably just see green and think it belongs there,” Y/N added.

“Sounds doable,” Remus shrugged, “When do we want to start?” he asked. “Do you all really want to do this?” Y/N asked, looking to each of them. “It does sound fun,” Lily nodded. “Plus, I love any excuse to piss off parents,” Sirius smirked. “I think we’re all in,” Peter added. “Alright,” Y/N smiled. “Maybe we can skip lunch in the great hall tomorrow and bring our food out to the forbidden forest instead?” Y/N suggested. “It could be like a picnic and a mission all in one.” “Oh, I think lunch in the forest would be lovely!” Lily exclaimed. “Lunch tomorrow, then. Operation Bowtruckle is a-go!” James declared. Y/N grinned as the group split up to finish picking out their sweets.

“I can’t believe they just decided to up and help me like that,” Y/N told Sirius as she picked up a tin of lemon-sherbets. “I told you, they like you already. Plus, we all love a good mission,” Sirius smiled and nudged her shoulder with his. “I’m really excited, it sounds fun. Plus, I think it’ll be a nice way to stick it to my family once the school year ends,” Y/N admitted, “It’s not harmful in any way, but it’s slightly petty and I think it’ll make me feel a little better.” “I personally don’t think it’s enough to make up for them selling your freedom, but if it makes you feel better about it than it’s a start,” Sirius shrugged. Y/N froze at his words but quickly snapped herself out of it, hoping that Sirius wouldn’t notice, but he did.

“I... I didn’t mean it like that,” Sirius told her softly. “It’s okay, really-“ Y/N tried to stop him but he cut her off. “I just mean that they’re asking a lot of you, and sneaking in a two-inch leaf creature isn’t nearly on the same scale of sacrifice,” He told her. “No, you’re right. I just don’t really have any other way to rebel so I’m doing what I can,” Y/N shrugged and gave a light laugh, and Sirius could tell she didn’t want to pursue the topic any further. “Maybe we can train it to be very stealthy and sneak around your house making noises to mess with your mum?” Sirius joked, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “What,” Y/N laughed, “You want to use a bowtruckle to gaslight my parents into thinking the manor is haunted?” Sirius joined in her laughter for a moment before shaking his head. “I was thinking more along the lines of rodents in the walls but I like where your mind is,” Sirius told her, and they both burst into laughter again. “You’re crazy, Sirius Black,” Y/N laughed as she shook her head.

The teenagers finished picking out their sweets and the group reconvened outside of Honeydukes. “Anyone fancy a trip to Zonko’s?” Remus offered. “I actually need to go to Scrivenshaft's for a new quill,” Lily replied. “Oh, I wanted to get some parchment and quills for journaling!” Y/N agreed. “The boys always lose their heads in Zonko’s anyway. Y/N, why don’t you and I go get our supplies and leave them to their toys,” Lily flashed Y/N a wink as all of the marauders began to protest. “They aren’t toys!” Peter cried. “We’re planning chaos!” Sirius protested. “Yes, I can see what you mean. They’re obviously very passionate about the pranks,” Y/N laughed, “I’d love to join you, Lily.” And with that, the group split into two.

“So you said that you and Sirius grew up together?” Lily asked as the girls made their way through Hogsmeade. “Yeah, our parents are good friends so we spent a lot of time together as children. Shortly after the start of first year my parents wrote me a letter saying that Sirius was becoming too much of a troublemaker and that I wasn’t to see him anymore,” Y/N admitted. “And that was just… it?” Lily asked. There was no judgment in her question, just complete surprise. “That was it. The society we grew up in, what Sirius did is almost unheard of. We’re trained from birth to listen to our parents and be upstanding members of the community. If our parents tell us that we aren’t to associate with someone, we never see them again. Image and status are everything to them,” Y/N told her.

“So what changed?” Lily asked, opening the door to Scrivenshaft's and holding it for Y/N to enter. “I don’t know, I ran into Sirius at my engagement party over the summer and I was a little bit miserable. Sirius was the only one who noticed, and we talked and, I don’t know, it was nice to have a genuine conversation with someone. It was like no time had passed and I realized that I missed him. That’s sort of crazy, isn’t it?” Y/N laughed nervously. “That’s not crazy at all, everyone needs friends that they can depend on, and Sirius is a good one,” Lily smiled. “But let’s back up just a tad… You’re engaged?” Lily asked incredulously. “Yes. Well, sort of. I mean… Yes. My parents promised me to the son of another family when we were children. Now we’re to be married when the school year ends,” Y/N explained. “Y/N that’s… heavy,” Lily stopped rummaging through shelves to look at Y/N. “Oh, it’s alright. Peter seems nice, and financially well off, and I’ve been prepared for this for years so it’s okay,” Y/N nodded and Lily didn’t want to press on.

“But you and Sirius seem to have reconnected without a hitch,” Lily offered. “Oh, yeah absolutely. It’s weird how we’ve only just picked up again and he already seems to know me better than my family and my other friends,” Y/N pondered. A knowing glimmer shone in Lily’s eyes and she just nodded as Y/N began looking for the parchment she needed. Lily stood pondering for a moment before catching up with Y/N. She decided it was best to not press on and changed the subject. “That’s the best parchment for personal writing, I think. Do you write?” Lily asked her. “I like to write out my feelings, mostly. Sometimes I write poetry, but that’s pretty much the same thing only in a stuck-up way,” Y/N laughed, “What about you?” “I don’t think poetry is stuck up at all, I think it’s beautiful! And I like to journal, write about my day, things to preserve memories, you know?” Lily replied. Y/N smiled, “I think that’s brilliant. I’ll have to try that-writing down my favorite memories from the day.”

“I’d love to read more poetry,” Lily pondered aloud. “Oh, I could recommend you some books! My parents had me reading poetry my whole life to improve my prose, that’s how I got into writing it,” Y/N offered. “I would love that! What else do you like to read?” Lily asked. “Old stuff, mostly,” Y/N admitted with a laugh, “Shakespeare, Dickens, Brontë, Wilde, stuff like that.” “All good, yes, but hear me out: modern sci-fi, or if that’s a little too much for you, some romance?” Lily suggested. “I’d be open to both, honestly,” Y/N nodded. “How about we do a book swap? Every Sunday we meet in the library and pick out a book for the other to read-You pick out a poetry book for me, I pick something modern and muggle for you, and then the following Saturday we can talk about the books!” Lily exclaimed. “Lily Evans, I think we’re going to be very good friends,” Y/N grinned as she tossed her arm around Lily’s shoulders and the girls made their way to the counter.

[dudeshusband]

Title: I'm Tired of Being Lonely and Walking with the Blues

Ship: Mike/Pete Nelson

Words: 630

Description: Pete comforts Mike after a long work day.

Summer was ending, and the circus grew quieter as the kids started going off the school and the adults went back to their work routines. The work grew easier as the crowds thinned. Still, there was something vaguely melancholy about it.

Mike sighed after another long day of tending to the various needs of the circus and circus goers. They retired to Pete’s trailer, an acquisition of his after he became co-runner of the circus with his midway gambling idea. 

Pete looked up at them from where he was sitting on his bed. He smiled his ever charming smile. “Hi, honey.” 

Mike returned a much weaker smile. “Hi, Pete.” 

“Just Pete today, huh?” he asked in a slightly teasing sort of way. 

The corner of Mike’s mouth lifted into a mischievous smirk. “Okay, Peter. Peter Nelson. Want me to make it longer?” 

“Can’t make it much longer,” he said. “I only have so much name.” 

“Could throw the M in there,” Mike said. 

Pete glanced sideways at them. 

“What?” 

“You look tired,” he said. He patted his thigh. “C’mere.” 

Mike laughed. “There’s a rule against lap sitting here at the circus.” 

Pete shook his head, smiling in fond disbelief. “Not in my bed. Come here.” 

Without taking off their jumpsuit, or their shoes, Mike climbed into Pete’s lap and nestled against the fabric of his polo. 

Pete spoke to Mike in that gentle voice he had, “Now, are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” 

“Who said anything was wrong?” 

“Oh, nobody. Just the way you walked in all mopey. Or that tired smile. Or all that kidding around and actin’ like everything’s fine.” 

“It was that obvious?” Mike mumbled. 

“Maybe not to everybody. But I’m your boyfriend, remember?” 

“Mm, hmm, because I sit in all the boys’ laps,” Mike said. “I make a game of it. I try to sit in as many laps as I can.” 

Pete shook his head again, and had that same look. “Could you quit being smart and tell me what’s wrong? Hm?” 

“Sorry, Petey, smart is all I can be,” Mike said. “As for what’s wrong…I don’t know. I feel so…lonely.”

Pete ran one of his big hands along Mike’s head. “I’m here.” 

Mike waved their hand. “I know that.” 

“You have Jerry too,” he said. “And Jill. And everybody here.” 

“I just can’t shake the feeling that no one cares about me.” 

Pete frowned and his eyes got that shiny look in them. “I care about you. I’m not nobody.” 

“No,” Mike replied. “No, you’re somebody. Somebody very important to me. I don’t like to burden you.” 

“Look at me,” Pete said gently. 

Mike turned so that they had a better look at him. Their heartbeat quickened when they met his eyes. 

“I care about you,” he said slowly. “That means you’re no burden. Even if you were, I’d carry you.” 

“I’m heavy,” Mike said lightheartedly. 

Pete grinned. “You’re lucky I’m nice and strong then. And I’d get stronger if I had to.” 

Mike laughed and shook their head. “You’re not all that, you know!” 

He leaned in closer. “Oh, you don’t think so?” 

“All you’ve got is that dumb smile.” 

“Uh huh.”

“And those boring brown eyes.” 

Pete nodded.

“And that pretty- overgreased! Head of hair.” 

Pete just smiled at them. He knew he didn’t have to say anything. 

“Oh, you know I’m in love with you!” 

“I sure do,” he said. “Good thing, too.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“I don’t have to be in love by myself,” he said. “It’s nicer being in love with you.” 

“Thank you,” Mike said. 

He caressed their hair.  “For what?” 

“Caring about me.” 

“I can’t help it,” he said, then added, “I don’t want to help it.” 

Mike turned back around and got comfortable in his lap. 

“Don’t be mad if I sleep here.” 

He kissed the top of their head. 

“I won’t.”

[ohtobeleah]

She comes to him during her first break up and he’s ready to beat up this 16 year old high schooler for her.

Terms of Endearment Masterlist & Terms of Endearment // Natasha x Rhett

Oh. It’s one of those times when Rhett’s actually in North Island for a while. He comes and goes. He’s got shared custody of the twins and this time it just seemed easier to come to them and Phoenix than it did to ship em off to Wabang.

Co-parenting is easy when the love of your life is the mother of your children. But don’t tell Phoenix Rhett said that. He’ll deny deny deny.

“Hey Ace—“ Rhett’s smiling that signature half smile of his as he comes through the back door like he owns the place, two ratbag twelve year olds run in and past you straight into the living room. That’s where your little ratbag can be found—like Nicky Bradshaw, playing his Xbox.

“Hey Cowboy.” It’s the all consuming scent of sandalwood and cedar that encompass you in Rhett’s warm embrace. “What are you doing here? Nix didn’t mention you were gonna be in town?” Rhett just grumbles into your neck all the while he rolls his eyes.

“Oh I wasn’t holding my breath she would—“ It’s the slight rose tint that creeps across Rhett’s stubbled cheeks that gives him away without a single word. “Is she ever happy to see me?” You can’t help but to chuckle as you pat his chest three time sympathetically. Phoenix and Rhett were complicated to say the very least. But their love was undeniable and unapologetic.

“No comment—“ Is all you reply before Rhett’s taking off down the hall. He’s in search of a particular soul, an extension of you that Rhett just adores like she was his own. “She’s down at the beach Rhett.” You don’t even need to say her name because Rhett knows you know who he’s looking for. “Her and Nathan broke up on Tuesday so she’s been a little off this past few days.”

Rhett froze in his tracks, that’s probably why Riley asked if he’d be over anytime soon. That’s probably why he missed a random call on Wednesday night while he was out trying to forget about the fight he and Nix had over her Dads birthday party Rhett wasn’t sure he could make it to this year.

“Can I take the Bronco real quick?” You didn’t have to ask where Rhett was going or why he needed the Bronco. You already knew—he was going to go see Riley down at the beach. For a guy who couldn’t swim Rhett Abbott sure loved to watch Riley Bradshaw surf.

“Sure thing, it’s in the garage.” With that, Rhett’s setting off on a little mission of his own. He has this thing where he gets older but just never wiser, so he would with ease punch a sixteen year old kid in the throat if it meant Riley felt some sort of relief for the pain that filled her chest. Bradley Jake and little Odette who wasn’t so little anymore we’re all on separate deployments.

Jake was down under stationed in Townsville, Riley’s breakup with her first real boyfriend (or the love of her damn life as she claimed) happened smack bang in the middle of his three month stint. Bradley was overseeing a strike force in the North Atlantic and Odette was on her first major deployment…. In Bosnia of all places. Something told you her uncle Pete had something to do with that.

So, Rhett took it upon himself to wait on the dunes. He knew that Riley had spotted him a few waves back but she wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the water anytime soon. She was raised in a family that lived and breathed the U.S Navy. Her mother, her father, her uncles and aunts were all Navy. It only made sense that whenever they were a million miles away she felt closest to them in the ocean.

“Hey kiddo.” Rhett smiled a half crooked grin Riley’s way as he watched her place her surf board down. “Saw you catch some pretty big waves out there.” Rhett hated the ocean, you’d never catch him in it unless it was life and death and even then he’d probably be drowning.

“Yeah, I thought maybe one of them would take me out and put me outta my misery—“ It’s the nonchalant shrug that had Rhett raising an eyebrow at your middle child’s mental stability. “But I guess I’ve gotta tough this one out.”

“What did the two of you break up over exactly?” Rhett’s asking as cautiously as he can. He doesn’t know what raising a girl is like—a boy world is the only world that he knows.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Riley sighs a little deeper than normal as she picks her board back up and makes her way back over to where Rhett had parked her dads old Bronco.

“You sound like your sister Rils.” Riley just freezes. Her and Odette couldn’t have been more similar yet so different. Riley hated being compared to Dot, she was her own person with her own feelings. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Oh my gosh, fine!” Riley doesn’t mean to, but her heart hurts too much for her to keep her emotions regulated and in check. She drops her surfboard down onto the sand and turns back to Rhett. “I got dumped because I wouldn’t put out alright!” It ignites a fire in Rhett’s chest that he won’t ever be able to extinguish. Riley was only sixteen. “And now all the guys in my drama class call me Sanda D because our film assignment is Grease this semester and I don’t understand how any of that means anything because I thought he really liked me but I guess I just—“

“The guys in your drama class are giving you shit?” Rhett frowns like it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He’s bending down to pick up the surfboard, making sure there’s no damage from the sudden fit of adolescent female rage. If Riley was anything like you there was a fire simmering on the inside. She just had more control.

“That’s what you took from that?”

“Yeah well it’s just high-school clearly changed a hell of a lot since I was there.” Rhett, in that very moment was thinking back to the time he had fished Bob out of the trash can near D block after some idiots on the football team turned Bob on his head for being in the schools production of The Importance of Being Earnest.

“Mum said you didn’t even finish high school?” Riley rolls her eyes as she continues on her path towards the Bronco. It’s now Rhett who’s glued in his place. How in the ever living fuck?

“How the fuck does she know that?” It’s the fast pace hop, skip and jog Rhett does with Riley’s surfboard under his arm that has her chuckling.

“I dunno?” She shrugs. “But the point is, I got dumped for having self respect.”

“Look Riley—“ Rhett doesn’t know how to parent girls, hell he doesn’t even really know how to parents his own kids let’s alone give parental advice. But he does know how to be a friend. “I know it probably feels like to world is ending but I can assure you it’ll keep spinning.”

“Gee thanks, I’ll log that one away for when I feel like jumping out of he nearest second story window.” Rhett doesn’t know how to compute what Riley just said. He knows she’s kidding—but at the same him he feels like taking her to the hospital for a involuntary admission to the psychiatric ward. “I know, guys are dumb.”

“We are.” Rhett knows he probably isn’t the best role model when it comes to relationships. “But most importantly that Nathan guys a dickhead if he thinks he’ll get far going around degrading young girls like that.”

“It’s fine—“ Riley’s trying to shrug it off. “I just thought I meant more to him than I did, that’s why I’m so frustrated.” Rhett knew exactly what Riley meant when she said that. “It’s hard having perfect parents with a perfect fairy tale relationship, makes you just want to mimic that.” You had always been very vocal about instilling self worth on your girls. They deserved to know how valued they truly were, to never settle for anyone less than, for anyone who wouldn’t treat them with respect. “I thought he was the one—“

“You’re sixteen—go egg that guy’s house or something.” Rhett chuckled to himself as he placed Riley’s surfboard on the racks on the top of Bradley’s prized Bronco. “Or give me his address and I’ll go egg his house myself.” Riley, even if she was only sixteen, could appreciate her uncles recklessness and zero to death row attitude about her ex boyfriend. She knew that if her dad were here he’d be livid, irate if she told him the truth about her breakup, what had been the foundation of the relationship ending. She was his little girl, his princess. “No daughter of Y/n Bradshaw is gonna go about her life thinking she deserves that kind of treatment.”

But to Rhett Abbott, Riley Carole Bradshaw wasn’t just a princess who needed to be reminded of her own self worth. She was as feisty and as fearless as her mother was. Rhett saw a hell of a lot of you in little Riley. Maybe even more than he saw in Odette nowadays. She was off flying multimillion dollar fight jets, so it was just Nicky and Riley.

“We can’t egg his house Rhett, mum would kill us both.”

“You tell your mother why you got dumped?” Rhett’s raising his brow curiously and when Riley shook her head no, he smirked. “If she knew I can assure you it wouldn’t be eggs being thrown kid—it would be bloody rocks.” He just stops and sighs and looks at Riley with all her heartbreak and all her rage. “C’mon get in the truck.” And that’s exactly what Riley does. Wrapped in a towel she sits in the passengers seat of her dads trusted Bronco she knows he will be pissed about Rhett driving around town without a care in the world.

“Hey Rhett?” Riley’s asking as the old radio played. She wanted to change the subject. Riley was already in the process of excepting her fate for when you found out you’d egged your ex’s house with dear old Uncle Rhett.

“Yeah?”

“If you and Nix love each other so much, how come you guys aren’t together anymore?”

“It’s completely kid.” There was a time where Rhett was pretty convinced that it was better to live together than to die alone, but in the years he’d fallen in and out of love with Natasha Trace, he came to trust in the ideology that love is without boarders or bounds. For him and Phoenix, their love was as unambiguous a sign of true love that any of you had ever seen.

It just wasn’t cookie cutter clean. “It’s just complicated.”

“She used to fly with your brother, didn’t she?” Riley never really asked about anything, she was somewhat of a wallflower. But she was sixteen now, a teenager with questions and queries about the past present and future. “Is that how you guys met?” And there’s always been a part of Rhett that was too stubborn to believe he could ever really find a women like Natasha. It’s part of the reason why he didn’t have her now.

“Sure is, before Rob died, I came out here to help your ma with a couple of issues she was having.” Rhett still to this day couldn’t really talk about Bob without wanted to throw his first into the nearest wall. “He asked me to come help, and that’s when I met Nixy.” Rhett had a feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach that he just couldn’t ever let go of. He was afraid—afraid that it had never actually been Rhett Phoenix was in love with, but that it had always been Bob.

“If we asked, do you think she’d come egg Nathan’s house with us?” Riley asked as cautiously as she could, she saw Rhett’s grip on the steering wheel tightening. She saw his jaw clench back a few tears as he cleared his throat.

“She’d want her own damn carton Rils.” And he was just the consolation trauma prize.

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[elektramustdie]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

warnings) cringe, dry humping if you squint , tit stuff, oral ( fem receiving) , fingering, cursing. unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap that willy) rough ??

lalalala

“ alright i’m heading to my room” you smile at your mom as she pats your shoulder. long day of social interaction with your family members due to christmas day being tomorrow.  

as you close your door and walk into the pitch black bedroom you sit down on the side of your bed before taking a deep breathe in and turning on your lamp, you stand up and kick off your shoes and remove your shirt. you turn around while you unbuckle your jeans, That’s when you see Pete your boyfriend just sitting on your bed smiling at you. “ AH WHAT THE FUCK ?!” you jump back before covering your bra, “ shhh gonna get me in trouble” he throws his head back and laughs. you scoff and roll your eyes before taking your pillow and hitting him with it, “ i’m sorry!” he laughs and grabs the pillow away from you. “ how long have you been sitting there ?? creep” you smile and kick your jeans off before crawling over next to him. “mmm 45 minutes??” he raises his eyebrows and stares into your eyes, “ wanted to wish my girl a merry christmas” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your nose. “well merry christmas, now i’m going to sleep” you push him away before going under your covers. “nuh uh” he chuckles before grabbing a hold of your wrists and turning his head slightly before kissing you passionately, he sits up and places you on top of his lap “pete.. I can’t” you pout and try to pull away before he places his hands on your hips and drags your crotch along his. “baby you know you want this” he smirks as he kisses down your neck and leaves little love bites here and there, you whine as you rut yourself down on his lap feeling his hard on through his jeans. “

i’m dreaming.. of a white christmas” he sings lightly before flipping you over so now he’s on top of you, “ if that’s a cum joke i swear to god i’ll hit you “ you giggle as he stares into your eyes once more. “ maybe “ he laughs before tugging down his jeans, you pull his shirt over his head and throw it somewhere in your room. “need ya so bad” he smirks before kissing down your body, you arch your back as he wraps his hand around and unclasps your bra with ease, “ looks like someone is needy” you smirk down at him as he takes your nipple into his mouth. and rubs the other one, your hips buck up as he pops off them and blows cool air on them. He continues kissing down your stomach before snapping your waistband against your skin with his fingers, before you can scold him he practically rips them off you “those were so pretty on you.. but ill buy you more” he says lowly as he wraps his arms around your waist and licks a line up your folds. you gasp as his tongue enters you with ease, “ fuck..” you exhale as he fucks you with his tongue. He exits slowly and licks up to your clit before sucking and biting gently, “ you’re so wet beautiful “ he groans against your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. he enters his index and middle finger inside you softly, you shoot your eyebrows up as you start panting. “so close already? haven’t even touched you yet “ his grin making you blush at embarrassment, “just- so good” you whimper out and close your eyes. He curls his fingers inside you, hitting every spot that made you melt “pete oh.. my god” you gasp as he starts rubbing tight circles on your clit with his thumb, He comes face to face with you before kissing you deeply to shut you up. “ just let go baby” he whispers against your lips as he continues fucking his fingers in and out of you at a killing pace, You cum all over his fingers as you babble his name and pant. He pulls his fingers out slowly before sucking them clean, you lift your head up slightly and kiss his cheek.

“ gonna let me fuck you now?” He turns and stares down at you before fixing your hair that was in your face. You smirk up at him and nod “wanna feel ya”. you whisper as he starts removing his  boxers and laying in between your legs, “ho ho ho you are” pete laughs at his own joke, you hit his shoulder lightly as he runs the head of his cock up and down your folds. “ready?” he asks looking at you and biting his lip, you nod and he slides in before bottoming out and resting on top of you. you both gasp at the feeling and look at each other with lust and love as he starts rocking in and out of you, “ so pretty” he whispers before placing his forehead on yours and looking down at where you connect. your eyes shutter as your walls tighten around him, “like it when i complement ya?” he smirks softly as your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him in even deeper. “oh fuck” you gasp as he hits that soft spot inside you, “ feel so good my pretty girl” he grits through his teeth at how tight you are around him. “so tight and needy” you just smile lazily as your hips meet with his in thrust making you feel everything, you feel that pit in your stomach returning as he pulls in and out of you relentlessly. “pete..” is all you can whine out before turning your head into his neck and moaning loudly as he impossibly speeds up, “i can’t read minds baby what ya need?” he asks all cocky. “ so close” you mumble against his neck and he smirks before pounding into you. “cum all over my cock pretty girl you can do it “ he groans out as you tighten around him and screw your eyes shut, nails digging into his back and neck as you come undone. he continues his pace making you flinch slightly as he shoots his load deep inside before slowing his pace and kissing your jaw. your body relaxes as he stops and lays on top of you kissing your shoulder, “ merry christmas pete”you giggle as he pulls out and lays next to you before pulling you into a cuddle. “

merry christmas my pretty girl” he smiles and kisses your forehead before covering yourselves up and resting your eyes. 

[crimsonv1]

Coffee with Peter Parker☕

TASM!Peter x GN! Reader fluff

TW// bruises + mentions of crime

A/N- I have some notes at the end of the story I'd appreciate if you read. Ty!

It was yet another failed study date in New York for Y/N. All they wanted was to 'complete a science review', when in reality, they just wanted an excuse to hangout with their ever-busy boyfriend, Peter Parker.

Sure, it was hard being Spider-Man,

-but it was even harder missing your boyfriend. Well, mentally, atleast. Just when Y/N was about to get up and leave, backpack in hand, an exhausted Peter came running through the door with his clothes sloppily thrown on and his glasses on the verge of falling off. "Heyy, y/n, Sorry- I'm late- it's just, there was a... a guy who just wouldn't let it up I mean-" he huffed, sitting in his chair awkwardly after causing the ruckus from people looking at him.

"oh- ah, my bad. I believe you though." You said, laughing a bit as you sat back down. You reached over to his shirt, leaning close to fix it, because his suit was still evident due to his rush. He thought he was gonna get a kiss, so he closed his eyes, just when you sat back in your chair. He awkwardly laughed it off and stared down at the cup in front of him. "No way, you got my favorite! I owe you whatever this cost-" he laughed, it's true- his favorite coffee was an Americano with 3 spoons of sugar and a lot of half n' half.

"No worries, I'm the one who invited you after all, bug boy." He blushed at that name, looking around and laughing. "So, what did you need help with?" He perked up, drinking the coffee carefully. "Well- the science review, but I can see how you obviously forgot to bring your textbooks." You grinned, pulling out your own paper. "Oh...uh...I forgot them on the way out because I was-" he stuttered "Right, the way out- the way out which you must've banged yourself up on pretty hard." You giggled, looking at all the scratches and bruises on him.

"Hey, will I at least get my favorite nurse to stop by and heal me up tonight?" He grinned mischievously "Oh, I didn't know you see other nurses?" You laughed jokingly, he blinked, no response.

"So- the review," you continued, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he dazed off on the sight of you. "Are you- wearing (perfume/cologne)?" He asked, "The one I got you? It smells so good" he smiled, pulling your wrist back to his face with frail hands, inhaling and kissing where your veins were prominent.

"Alright, now focus" he hit his cheek lightly and playfully.

After about 35 minutes of studying, Peter had his leg bouncing and his head in his arms , folded down on the table as he told you the answers and how to solve the questions. When it was time to go, you patted his thigh, stopping his bouncing knee and ran your hand through his hair, which he closed his eyes at. "Hmmm," he murmured, exhaling softly. "You're getting sleepy, huh?" You smiled, taking his glasses off "As much as I hate to tell you that you have to get up- I have to get home." You laughed softly "I know, I love you." He said softly, raising his head up and looking at you. "I love you too, bye Pete." You stood up, kissing his forehead, and soft lips. "oh- i- I forgot to give you this," he looked rushed, reaching for his pockets, and pulling out a torn - up red rose. It was still precious. "Oh, thank you!" You smiled, keeping it in hand. He gave you one last hug, taking in your smell from your neck. All the customers had basically left by now, and it was your turn as well.

With that, you left with a rose and another cute memory of your spider-boyfriend.

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A/N!!!: OKAY, SO ERMM I JUST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW I HOPED YOU LIKE THIS! Anyways, about requests. I've been getting a lot for Albert, and I'll TRY writing a new one- but idk and I'm sorry. Also I might hold off on smut- idk? Also Jonathan Crane and Teen Titans characters can be requested now tooo. Also for the other requests, I'm working on them! (Whoever said Brock Hudson, etc) And can y'all give me challenging au's to write?, like hanahaki disease or soulmate string etc? Thank you!

[your-littlesecret]

Piarles and pet names for fake dating??

OH HELLO DARLING!!!! thank you for sending me a prompt 💕🥰

god, I love myself a fake dating!

I hope you enjoy this 💕

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“Oh, I finally found you, darling!” Pierre chimes, throwing an arm on Charles’ shoulder and bringing him closer, his thousand watt smile making Charles arch an eyebrow at him but only get a wink in return.

“Pierrot,” Charles calls softly, smiling a bit even though he is thoroughly confused. “I didn’t know you had arrived already.”

“Oh, yeah, I had to wait for Esteban, and you know how long he takes to get ready.” Pierre rolls his eyes and then leans in, kisses Charles’ cheek and Charles must be burning red at this moment – luckily, the lights are dimmed so it’s hard to see.

Pierre makes a point of turning to the side, looking at Paul with an arched eyebrow. “Hi! Wait…” He pretends to think and Charles has to bite his lips to stop himself from laughing. Pierre is such a little shit, god! “It’s Pete, isn’t it?”

“Paul.” He seems bored, like he wasn’t flirting with Charles 5 minutes ago. Like he wasn’t telling Charles ‘how their relationship didn’t work because Charles was always too busy with racing, but he’s seen him quite a lot around lately, so maybe they should try to reconnect’.

Charles wanted to gag, but he is too polite for that.

“Huh. Could’ve swear it was Pete…” Pierre frowns, but quickly brushes it away, “But anyway, I am sorry to interrupt, but I have to steal Charlie here now. Right, chérie?”

Charles stutters a bit, especially when Pierre turns to him grinning. Luckily, none of them realize.

“Wait… you two are together?” Paul is the one frowning now, pointing between them with his glass.

“Sure are, mate.” Pierre nods and Charles never wanted to laugh so badly in his life. This whole thing might not be true, but it’s hilarious. “Wait, am I supposed to know you? I don’t… I’m sorry, I don’t recall you. Do you work for Ferrari too?”

Pierre should be rewarded by his acting, Charles will give him that. He stands up straight, and the arm in Charles’ shoulder slips to his waist and Paul averts his eyes to where he can likely see Pierre’s fingers grasping at Charles’ side.

When he looks back up, it’s with pure disgust in his face, “Really? Him? Wow, I guess I was right to leave you then, if you run to your best friend’s bed at the first opportunity you have.”

Pierre says “Hey!” but Paul is gone before he can even say anything else.

It takes a single look at each other for them to start giggling uncontrollably.

“Oh, this is too good. What an asshole!” Pierre says, pretending to pat dry his tears.

“I know. I can’t believe I ever dated him!”

Pierre grunts, head thrown back, “I know! You really have a rotten picker for men, huh?”

“I wish I could say I don’t, but…”

Pierre shrugs, throwing his arm on Charles’ shoulder again. “Good thing that now you’re dating me, so no worries about that anymore!” Charles bats a hand on Pierre’s chest, ready to protest, but Pierre simply grabs at his hand, “Come now, boyfriend. Let’s go for a drink.”

He kisses Charles’ cheek and pulls him by the hand, to the direction of the bar.Their first drink is already gone and Charles realizes they are somehow still holding hands and huh. Now this is new.

[weilongfu]

Fic Prompt: Tinn/Gunn in the Rich Boys Demigod AU (I’m guessing Athena cabin for Tinn, Apollo cabin for Gunn)

Gun being in Apollo was a given cause our boy is a singer. I was toying with putting Tinn with some other godly parent because he's got to have more than the softest longing gaze for one good band boy and the brains to manipulate people around his mother to keep his good band boy happy. But Athena really does work fine without stretching, so we're gonna run with it.

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For the third time that morning, Kao watched his newest sibling, Tinn, sigh from his spot at the Athena table towards the Apollo table. His gaze was unwavering from the newest Apollo camper, Gun. Kao looked to Kongpob for support and found none, for his second in command was busy wiggling his eyebrows and teasing Arthit. Kao turned to the last person he had on his list for strength and was unsurprised to find Pete Phubodin licking yogurt from his spoon while keeping eye contact.

"And once again, I get the short straw to be the voice of reason," Kao mumbled to himself before he shook Tinn's shoulder. "If you're going to stare that hard, you might as well go talk to him."

Tinn recoiled. "Are you crazy?!"

"Look, I'm just telling you, the way things go in this camp, you either confess your love yourself or the Aphrodite cabin gets involved and while Pete and Yo do exceptionally good work, you're more likely to get Theo creating an elaborate plot involving four rivals for your attention to spur Gun into action," Kao said with all the kindness he could muster. "Also Theo's really the only one free at the moment. Apparently Pete and Yo are all hands on deck for settling something about a guy named Prince at Camp Jupiter."

Tinn blinked. "I opt to not involve an entire cabin in my secret crush."

"Then you better make your intentions obvious." Kao gestured to Gun who was now engaging in a song battle with another of his siblings where they had to sing a line from a song that started with the last word of the previous line. "Quickly."

"You think I haven't tried? Even before we both found out we were demigods and got brought to camp?" Tinn groaned and rested his head on the table. "It's hopeless. Gun's as bright as his father but not half as sharp."

Kao coughed before saying, "That's too pointed."

"They shoot arrows, it's good enough."

"Well- Oh..." Kao blinked as Pi approached from Aphrodite cabin. "What brings you here today Pi?"

"Yo told me to do this," Pi said with a grimace. "HEY GUN!" Gun and the entirety of Apollo cabin turned to face Athena cabin. "TINN LIKES YOUR FACE!"

Tinn's face turned bright red before immediately falling back onto the table. Apollo cabin cheered and Gun began to sputter. Kao sighed and Kongpob finally relented in his flirting with his boyfriend to guide Pi back to Aphrodite cabin's table, but the mirthful expression on his face indicated clearly that he was not reprimanding the younger camper.

As Gun bit his lip and slowly began to make his way over, Kao pat Tinn on the back, "Guess your time was up, huh?"

"We got here two days ago," Tinn groaned. "Why did they have to work that fast?" Tinn turned his head to glare at Kao. "And I thought you said Pete and Yo did good work?"

A balled up napkin fell right in front of Tinn's face. Tinn opened it to find a message.

"One, everyone does rough work in a time crunch. Two, you've been pining for three years. I'd say we needed to intervene immediately. Three, I recommend a walk by the lake at this time of morning, it's very romantic. ~Pete Pitchaya"

"Uh... Tinn?" Gun had finally walked over and squirmed a bit while waiting for Tinn's attention. "Should uh... should we talk?"

Tinn hit his head a few times against the table. "I guess we-" Before he could finish, Tinn found Gun tipping his head up and kissing the red mark on his forehead. "Oh..."

"So, uh..." Gun's face turned pink. "Talk?"

"Yes, please." Tinn clenched the napkin in his hand. "Want to go to the lake?"

[talkingbl]

which characters from my completed bls are the greenest of flags?

Ultimate Green Flags: Green means GO!

Tian (1000Stars) - an angel

Kao (KMA/DBK) - a good boy that stays caught up in bad situations. the Ashanti to Pete's Ja Rule

Xi Gu (MODC) -

Sean (Not Me) - he's just out here trying to survive

White (Not Me) - we love a supportive twin 😤

Kim (Unforgotten Night) - just trying to get his life right honestly

Pharm (UWMA) - worst thing he ever did was learn his soul mate's name. It's like I can still hear him calling for him to this day... "p'dean! p'dean!!! p'deeeeeaaaaaan~"

Yellow Flags: Not bad but do tread lightly...

Salawat (2gether) - I don't know man he might actually be a red flag now that I think about it...

Tine (2gether) - he pretended to be gay to get rid of his GAY MALE secret admirer. he might not be dangerous but he does lack brain cells

Pat (Bad Buddy) - for no reason at all, he healed from a gunshot wound in 1 episode. never trust a man who can't die

Pran (Bad Buddy) - friends with Wai

Siwon (Blueming) - when he's miserable, so is everyone else around him

Pi (FUTS) - unchecked anger issues

Daon (Blueming) - when he lies through his teeth like it's nothing

Neua (SCOY) - is okay with his boyfriend collecting his trash and bodily fluids

Sangwoo (Semantic Error) - not too bad but maybe a little vindictive and inconsiderate

Khai (TOL) - the first 6 episodes never happened[.]

Third (TOL) - the way he iced Khai was telling TO ME

Dean (UWMA) - not green enough to be green, not red enough to be red

Phupha (1000Stars) - nah cause the way he just tossed Tian to the side like that and turned the whole village on my mans was slimey af

Haoting (MODC) - relentlessly bullied a guy, then fell in love with him a week later. if that's not the hallmark of a well-adjusted human being, I don't know what is

Absolute RED Flags 🚩🚩🚩🚩

Pete (KMA/DBK) - this grown ass man bullied a teenager lmao

Mork (FUTS) - has no clue what boundaries are

Toh (SCOY) - he steals his crush's trash and makes shrines out of it

Jaeyoung (Semantic Error) - the lengths he went to just to piss Sangwoo off should tell you that this man is capable of some fucked up shit

Kamol - I feel like I don't need to explain why forcing a stranger to LIVE WITH YOU b/c he has a phat ass and looks like a cherub when he cries is red flag behavior

[izzy-b-hands]

I need to thank @bizarrelittlemew for the Pete and his history or lack thereof with Ed hc talk earlier, it led to me thinking more abt Pete and hoping we find out more abt that stuff in S2!!

I'm also in my Izzy feels again today (as if I'm ever not lmaoo), so I went two birds one stone and let both make this lil thing happen.

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"I'm really sorry," Ed frowns sadly. "I don't remember you being with us, Pete."

Izzy can pinpoint the exact moment Pete's heart breaks. He's been there himself, albeit for different reasons in regards to Ed.

"Ed didn't deal as closely with the extended crew," he announces, puffing out his chest and striding over to Ed and Pete. "Of course he doesn't remember you!"

Pete looks about to cry, and Lucius is reaching for one of the knives on his belt.

"But I do."

"What?" Ed asks. "Iz-"

"It's alright Ed," he pats Ed's back, both to smooth the conversational bump and signal he'll talk to him about it later. "Things are different now! You spend more time among everyone, more chances to learn names and keep track of fuck ups."

"You remember me?" Pete asks. "For real?"

Izzy nods. "No less of an idiot than the rest of them we had at the time."

He shrugs. "But better a pirate than most of them. They're all dead, but you've done well for yourself. Consistent work, a fancy ship, a cute boyfriend-"

"I knew you thought I was cute," Lucius interrupts with a smirk.

"Yeah well...cute enough to pose for," Izzy blushes. He actually said he'd do the sketch at Ed and Stede's request, to have a full set of the crew. He's unsure where a set of drawings of pirate genitals might be needed, but Lucius does a lovely job and it's only an afternoon of his time.

Pete smiles hesitantly. "Ah, yeah. Ed was always really busy, so it makes sense, you know...not remembering me."

Ed stares Izzy down, but he nods.

"I remember a particular raid with you as well," Izzy continues. "A French ship, and you were one of the first to leap onboard and start slicing throats."

Pete beams, and Izzy breathes an internal sigh of relief. Awkward and upsetting conversation averted, hopefully forever, even after he admits to Ed he made it up for Pete's sake.

At least he thinks he is. If he's honest, for a while there they did have a lot of turnover, and it's entirely possible Pete was among those who managed to survive and fled to new captains.

But that doesn't really matter now. They're here, not in the past, and there's no need for anyone to doubt the veracity of any of Pete's tales going forward. He doesn't question anyone else's, not much, the least they can do is show him the same courtesy.

"Well," Ed smiles at Pete. "Forgive me for missing it, and you. Here, hang on."

He pulls off one of his rings, a smaller number with a red stone that matches Lucius' usual jacket.

"Normally, I would give a crew member a bigger cut of the loot for that sort of initiative," Ed continues. "But of course, fuck knows where any of that is now. This, however, is one I got in a raid a good while back. Might well have been from that particular one!"

He drops it into Pete's shaking hand, and Izzy fights off a smile.

"Now, you can sell it, use it for whatever you w-"

"Will you marry me?" Pete's already turning, the ring held out to Lucius.

"Oh my god," Lucius breathes, taking the ring slowly. "Oh my god?!"

"Is that like a yes?" Pete asks anxiously.

Lucius nods and beams. He slips the ring on and wraps Pete in a hug and a kiss.

"Okay!" Ed laughs. "Or for that!"

The rest of the crew huddles around them in celebration, and Izzy takes the chance to move closer and lean in towards Ed.

"I know," Ed whispers before he can say a word. "That was sweet of you, Iz."

Izzy scowls and shakes his head as he walks away, then looks to the ground before Ed can catch him relenting and giggling over the happy news. They're good kids, good pirates, and it'll be a beautiful matelotage ceremony.

[spideyzgirl]

↳ *touch* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary: peters erotic fantasies lead to the night of his life.

warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, minors dni pls

inexperienced!peter parker x experienced! fem!reader all characters 18+

1k words

A/N: first smut kinda nervous- lmk if some shits inaccurate please :)

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he’d been so caught up with his personal life and being spider-man, that peter barely saw you at all in the past week. so, he decided to make up for lost time.

you were currently sat between his legs with your back against his chest, as you mindlessly played with the rings on his hand.

his free hand was massaging your stomach gently, making you feel warm all over. his hand accidentally slipped under the top part of your pants, brushing over the waistband of your lace panties.

his eyes widened as he felt is face and ears get hot. he certainly didn’t mean to do it, but he wasn’t complaining. “sorry…” he spoke quickly.

“ ‘s okay pete.” you giggled at your boyfriends shyness, and turned your attention to the tv, while playing with his rings.

it was not in fact okay. he couldn’t stop the filthy thoughts of your legs spread open for him, screaming his name as he swiftly fucked you with his fingers, coating his fingers with your juices. he muttered a quick ‘fuck’ at the thought, which you didn’t miss.

“you alright?”

“i’m fine sweetness.”

he was not in fact fine. he felt himself getting harder and harder with each erotic thought of you, and with the way you were nuzzled against him, he was sure you’d feel it soon.

you felt him tense up all of a sudden, his hand slowing to a stop on your stomach. you frowned at his change of behavior, turning to look at him with a slight crease in your brow.

“are you sure you’re okay? what’s going on with you?” you squeezed his thigh trying to comfort him, which shouldn’t have aroused him more but did anyway.

he felt guilty about the whole thing honestly. here you were, just wanting to spend time with your boyfriend, and all he could think about was shoving his hand down your pants. he didn’t want to tell you what was really wrong with him, you’d probably think he was a creep.

“whats on your mind petey? you can always talk to me.” you patted his thigh as you picked up on his silence.

“it’s nothing really, i was just wondering if you’ve ever been t-touched? like down there?”

you smirked and bit your lip after finally realizing what this was about, but you decided to play coy.

“yeah, a few times. why?” you started playing with the rings on his fingers again, subtly teasing him.

he cleared his throat before he spoke. “i kinda wanna… you know…”

“did you want to touch me pete?” you asked seductively. you brought his fingers to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the tips of them.

“i- i do but, i’ve never touched a girl before…”

“that’s okay, i’ll help you.” you rubbed his thigh reassuringly. “just, tell me if you ever want to stop okay?”

he nodded and gulped as he watched you put the tips of his ring and middle finger in your mouth, rolling your tongue around them slowly. you pushed them in a bit further, softly moaning as you covered his digits with your saliva.

you released them from your mouth finally, unbuttoning your shorts with your free hand and guided his fingers under your panties, onto your clit. his lips parted to let out a shaky breath once he felt you.

you moved his fingers in a circular motion, and removed your hand once his movements were natural.

you rested your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes as your breathing became heavier, your grip on his thigh tightening.

you let out a pleased hum when he applied pressure. he could feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter with every rub.

“am i doing okay?”

“mhm,” you moaned. “just like that baby, doing so good.”

he smiled proudly to himself and kissed your temple, his free hand rubbing your inner thigh soothingly. he felt you relax into him more, which gave him a major confidence boost.

he moves faster, your moans becoming needy and desperate as you grind yourself against his fingers.

“fuck, feels so good peter!”

the wet noises from your pussy and those filthy little moans you were making had him grinding his hard-on into your back, low rough grunts falling from his lips.

“wanna put my fingers inside you.” he rasped in your ear.

peter payed attention in sex ed, solely for this moment, so he wasn’t lost on where to find your hole.

you gasped sharply when he slowly eased two fingers inside of you, your cunt eagerly swallowing him. you cursed when he began to rapidly fuck you with his fingers, arching your back as he repeatedly brushed your g-spot.

your loud, guttural moans only egged peter on, as he dragged his other hand to you throbbing clit, vigorously rubbing you.

“oh god, please- please don’t stop!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your jaw hung open, as you let out helpless screams and cries.

your legs trembled as he began to spread open mouthed kisses from your jaw to your neck, even leaving little love bites along the way.

“i- i’m gonna cum pete!” you cried.

and just as you promised, you released all over his hand. high pitched moans and shrieks escaped you as your body trembled and pleasure induced tears rolled down your cheeks.

peter could feel you dripping off of his fingers, so he pulled his hand from your pants to inspect. and just as he expected, his fingers were soaked.

“woah.”

he got really curious and decided to look at the mess in your pants. you created a giant wet spot in your panties and were beginning to drip down your thighs.

“woah.”

peter turned his attention back to you, smiling when he saw you panting. he felt proud of himself. if he could exhaust you with just his fingers, he wondered what he could do to you if he fucked you for real. his smile dropped though, getting worried once he saw the tears on your face.

“hey, are you okay? i didn’t hurt you right?”

“i’m good. you did amazing petey.” you smiled and kissed his cheek. you two rested there for a bit, just embracing the others presence.

“so, what about you peter?”

“what about me?”

“have you ever been touched?”

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[idiomaticpunk]

early meeting - pm

pete mitchell x reader (she/her)

731 words

suggestive themes, maybe fluff like it's cute but not really fluff

minor top guns spoilers not proofread

this was meant to be a headcanon but here we are so it's a little less sophisticated then my other things

you liked dilfs. as your friends liked to call them. and yeah, you liked older men, but not only dads. your first boyfriend was 3 years older than you: you were 21, he was 24. your second boyfriend was 6 years older than you: your 23 self with his 29 self. and the older you became : the bigger the age gap was.

you had limits though. older than 50 was a no. but now that you were 30-ish…you could work with 60 as your limit. especially when that boy-or rather man was looking this fine, drinking his beer.

you didn’t know how old he was: but with a face and a toned body like that, that dilf can do whatever he wants to you. your friend, juliet, followed your gaze before smacking your shoulder.

“go for it, RC, saw him in the sick bay yesterday;shirtless;and if you don’t make your move, i will.”

“RC”, your call sign: standing for reverse cougar, given so nicely by Hangman and Coyote when they learned that you liked older men. and your friends doesnt have to tell you twice.

you walk towards the man, sliding your empty glass to Penny with a smile. When she follows you with her eyes; she smiles and winks at you, giving you a thumbs up.

You sit on the bar next to that mysterious and sexy man. “Penny, I’ll have whatever hottie over here is having.” Tonight’s dilf smiles, and put his phone on the counter, opening his mouth to speak up before the bell rings.

He looks around confused, and you just point the sign with your finger.

"you’re hot, but you need to learn how to read.”

“stop calling me hot and ask for my name, darlin’.

“Sure thing, what’s your name?”

“Maverick.”

You look at his jacket, and it clicks in your head. a hottie and pilot? that’s 50/50. he’s hot and older than you:great. but he’s a pilot:meh.

“oh so we’re playing with call signs, now? mine’s RC.”

"RC…?”

you wink at him before changing the subject.

“anyways, hotshot, how about you give me a name I can scream? call signs aren’t my things in bed.”

and his laugh breaks the ice finally: hopefully he ends up breaking other things, like your back, quickly enough. Seresin comes up to Maverick, patting his shoulder before thanking him for the free beers. In your mind, you note to thank him for that amazing pick up line he used on you years ago.

“alright: the name’s Pete. You need to tell me yours and what your call sign means…: I can’t be disadvantaged..”

Grabbing your stool, you drag it closer to Pete: an amazing name to moan in name, by the way, and make your knees touch as your face gets closer to his. You’re pretty sure you can count his eyelashes by now.

“It’s (Y/N) and RC stands for reverse cougar.”

He slides his card to Penny without breaking eye contact: and god, he’s so hot, and there’s only one thing you want to do right now: roam your hands on those fucking broad shoulders.

"maybe you should prove it. i know a bunch of pretty girls like you pretending to like older men when they only like 30 years old dads…"

"my roommate's not here tonight, so mine?."

your instructor was late, like you, but so weren't the worst here since he hadn't gotten here yet.

"hey, RC, great night?"

"i should give you his number: pretty sure he can give you some tips on how to make a girl cum."

you sit, fist bumps halo and phoenix, before waiting for cyclone and your teacher to enter the room. footsteps. that's all you can hear in the silent classroom.

but when you see him: you hope your teammates can't see the way your thighs involuntary press together. he looks at you, then at Rooster, who looked kind of sad or angry or who cares, and at hangman, who was just as shocked as you.

the dude who paid for his beer yesterday and whom he called grandpa was his instructor ?

the dude who fucked you so good last night and left your bed like 2hours ago is your instructor?

and when he winks at you when everyone's looking at Cyclone, you can't help but wink back. this is going to be interesting.

[ptergwen]

hi I saw your requests were open if there not anymore you can completely ignore this :). but could you do a boyfriend!peter x reader where he loves it when reader gives him those little kisses on his nose and freckles with head scratches please. feel free to change or completely ignore this <3

thousands of tiny stars

pretend i haven’t used this

warnings: a couple suggestive jokes but the rest is just floofy fluff

a/n: i got carried away as per usual and i did end up changing it a tiny bit :/ emphasis on tiny tho lmfhsjfh you’ll see ! either way i hope you enjoy mwah

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one thing about peter is that he absolutely can’t sit still under any given circumstances. he’s restless, like a burning ball of energy that’s brightness never dims.

because of this, he tries to and needs to keep himself occupied and be kept occupied every second of every day.

it’s sometimes playing with his fingers or your own, which peter prefers because he gets to hold your hand. other times, it’s tapping his favorite pink glitter pen relentlessly against the kitchen table while he conjures up homework answers.

aunt may isn’t very fond of that one.

this time, it’s constantly shuffling about the couch in the name of finding comfort.

peter starts off with an arm around your shoulders and a content grin on his face. you two agreed on mean girls for the first movie of your marathon, your head resting against peter’s chest as the tv steals your attention.

a few minutes in, peter decides he feels like being held rather than holding you. he sneaks his way down your body, lets himself nudge your thighs to wordlessly communicate what he wants. you of course oblige and switch positions accordingly.

peter lays his head in your lap, taking the opportunity to stare up at you instead of at the screen.

he finds himself shifting around again not too much later. now laying on the couch’s armrest on his side, he kicks his feet into your lap where his head just was.

you’re becoming slightly annoyed with his fidgeting. his explanations of sorry, just trying to get comfortable and innocent smiles are what stop you from complaining.

“that’s strike three, parker,” you joke, eyes leaving the movie to fix on him. peter crosses his arms over his chest. “i dunno what you’re talking about, y/l/n,” he insists. “i haven’t done anything remotely strike-worthy so far this evening.”

flicking his sock clad foot, you mutter your response. “debatable.” peter dismisses you with a huff. “whatever. c’mere… i miss you.” he makes grabby hands for you, like the big baby he is.

it’s quite endearing, though.

“i’m right here, pete,” you laugh out and return your gaze to mean girls. “and yet, you’re so far,” peter counters. “come gimme cuddles.”

you sigh lightheartedly, your ever so clingy boyfriend still reaching out for you. a smirk pulls at your lips.

“well, there’s an offer i can’t refuse.”

peter adjusts so he’s sitting criss cross, bouncing excitedly in his spot. his chocolate brown curls fall in all directions, form being swallowed by an oversized stark industries hoodie that he keeps having to roll up the sleeves of.

he looks so soft and snuggly in anticipation of your cuddle session. you can’t believe you were ever annoyed at him.

slightly annoyed.

he’s so eager that when you scoot the tiniest bit towards him, he literally pulls you into his lap. peter’s arms hug you around your lower back, you laughing quietly as he peppers a trail of kisses from your cheek to the side of your neck.

the movie long forgotten about, you wind your arms around his neck and tilt your chin up.

“pete?” you breathe out. peter pecks your cheek once more, then your other, beaming. “yeah, babe?” he wonders. with a half serious half teasing glare, you wonder, “are you comfy now?”

peter ponders your question, and from the skeptical furrowing of his eyebrows and biting of his lip, you have your answer. he’s about to make you regret asking.

it seems that as soon as you settle, peter gets antsy.

“uh, actually…” he strokes his thumb along the underside of your chin, smiling apologetically. “you mind if we lie down? ‘m kinda tired.” there it is. you roll your eyes. “how could you not be? you’ve been playing musical chairs all night.”

your words earn a chuckle from peter, though they’re at his expense. “this’ll be the last round, promise,” peter swears and seals the deal with a kiss to your chin, which is currently grasped between his fingers.

you know it won’t be. the game goes on forever with peter, unless you end it yourself.

“damn right, bug boy. move another inch after this and you can consider your cuddle privileges revoked,” you grumble, getting off of peter’s lap. he stares at you in pure horror, gasping. “you wouldn’t…” “i would,” you correct him.

not aiming to test that theory, peter quickly fumbles around and lays flat against the cushions. he wills himself to be stiff as a board. you seem satisfied with that, climbing on top of him with your face hovering above his.

peter sets his hands on your hips, grip strong. he closes the space between you both with a short kiss. you reciprocate and deepen it, turning short to long as your parted lips slot with his. his tongue darts out, already skimming over your bottom lip for more access.

you hum into his mouth and allow his tongue to slide in. peter kisses you so tenderly as he rubs circles on your hips, your fingers tangling in his locks simultaneously. you weave them up to his roots, using your nails to gently scratch at his scalp just the way he likes. he breaks the kiss to let out a noise close to a moan.

“that- that… oh, god yeah,” peter praises, his eyes fluttering closed. you’re amused at how easily pleased he is. “don’t cream your pants yet, pete. i’m just getting started,” you purr. peter squeezes your hips in response. “feels better than an orgasm, babe. i’m serious, too,” he murmurs.

you continue your handiwork in his hair and lean in for another kiss. peter merely pecks your lips before jerking away.

“wait, hold that thought,” he exhales a breathy laugh. “i gotta pee.”

he has to be kidding. again with this?

“oh no, you don’t,” you deadpan, pushing against his shoulders to hold him down. “oh yes, i do,” peter retorts. “let me go, y/n/n.”

peter could definitely slither out from underneath you if he truly wanted to. he has super strength, so the might of his teenage girlfriend doesn’t quite compare.

pinning him in place, you straddle his waist. “nope, you’re gonna stay. i’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” peter attempts to pry you off of him, but you won’t budge. “y/n, my bladder is gonna explode-“

he cuts himself off with a giggle when your lips begin to attack him. you kiss down the bridge of his nose lightly, peck each freckle dotting his skin, and the amount of them is infinite. peter’s fit of giggles continues as you smooch that pretty face of his, his cheeks dusted pink and hands coming up to support you by your sides.

he’s always been a little insecure about his freckles. they don’t suit him, there are too many of them, blah blah blah. you obviously couldn’t disagree more. you think they’re sick.

you’d once even told him they look like thousands of tiny stars, and peter does love stars. he also loves the kisses you tend to randomly surprise him with to remind him to appreciate his freckles the same way you do.

“okay, okay! i’ll stay!” peter concedes, you ruffling his hair and pressing a final kiss to the tip of his nose. he grins despite himself, and secretly wishes you wouldn’t stop. “but, if my kidneys fail… it’s on you.”

you pat his chest definitively.

“good thing you’re a fast healer.”

[x-reader-writer]

Hii can I request for Peter parker x male reader.

The reader is taller than him, dominant and has piercings, and peter comes out to the avengers as bi and tells them that he has a boyfriend. They're sceptical first but then they see peter sitting on readers lap and them being affectionate and sweet and laughing at jokes they make.

If this contains anything that makes you uncomfortable pls ignore this.

Thank uuu.

A/N: Hi!! Of course you can. I don't do nsfw posts, but I can make the reader seem more confident to fill that gap!

Sorry it's taken so long!! I hope this is alright!

I'm coming out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male! Reader

~~~~~

"Baby, it's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not! What if they yell, or they hate me, or Mr. Stark wants to never see me again, or-"

You quickly grab your boyfriend's hands to stop him from talking. "Babe, none of that will happen," you say calmly, with a gentle tone. "Do you know why? It's because they're decent people who adore you, Pete, just like I do."

"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.

"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.

~~~~~

Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.

The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.

All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).

Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.

Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.

"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."

"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."

"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."

"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."

Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.

"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.

Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.

"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.

"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."

Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.

~~~~~

Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.

"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"

"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.

"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.

"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.

Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."

You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"

After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.

You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.

"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.

"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.

You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.

"What do you want?"

"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.

"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.

"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.

"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.

"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.

Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.

"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.

Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"

"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"

The room was silent, even you included.

Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."

Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."

The room is silent again.

"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.

"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"

"Yes, Loki is perfectly fine, child" she replies, smiling back.