So I get really narky when people pull the whole ‘oh Eowyn’s
storyline came to such a sucky ending; she was really cool going around killing
orcs and Witch-Kings and then she got shoved into a traditional girly role by marrying
Faramir and becoming a healer’ thing, because no. No-no-no-no-no. Not only does that
stray dangerously into the territory of ‘women only have worth if they’re doing
traditionally blokey things’, but that misses almost the entire point of Lord of the Rings.
Tolkien was in the trenches in the first world war, right?
He got all that ‘for death and glory’ shit shoved down his throat, that was the
whole point about the war, it was when so many people came to see how awful and
misleading all the propaganda about winning glory through violence and death was. And Tolkien’s work completely shows
that: it’s why the hobbits, who’ve never craved power or battle the way men do,
are the heroes of the book; it’s
why strong men like Aragorn and Faramir are shown to be lovers of peace rather
than war. It’s why the quote - but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for
its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory; I love only that which they
defend – is so poignant and beautiful, when
seen in the context of all Tolkien had gone through. He’d seen all but one of
his closest friends die in an utterly pointless war; the prevalent message in
his books is ‘if you’re going to have that many people die, let it be for
something worth dying for.’ (Like
defending your home from the lord of all darkness, for example.)
might be a fantastic female character, but she’s also got so much development
to go through, and she’s by no means perfect. I find it really interesting that when Eowyn talks to Aragorn
about wanting to go off and fight she never really actually mentions protecting
her people, but speaks about wanting to ‘face peril and battle’, and to
do ‘great deeds’. And it’s not that Eowyn doesn’t want to protect her people, because of course she does, but she’s also got such a
driving motivation within her to do glorious and fell deeds simply for the sake
of valour and renown. It’s one of her defining features, having an attitude
that got so many young men killed in the war and which, obviously, Tolkien
would have been very wary of.
(Also, I think, there’s so much in Eowyn that wants to prove
herself to be more than ‘a mere woman’; because twice in that conversation she
asserts that she’s no mere ‘dry-nurse’ or ‘serving-woman’, but a member of the
house of Eorl and therefore capable of greater things. There’s almost this
slight sense of Eowyn considering herself more than ‘just’ a domesticated woman that I
sometimes get from her in the books? Which is very sad - the idea of Eowyn having less regard for others of her sex who do mind the house or raise the children - and why I so love that ‘I am no man’ moment in RotK. Eowyn’s no longer hiding herself, or dismissing fellow women as the weaker sex,
but acknowledging and embracing the fact that women in all their forms can fuck you up.)
And then we reach
the Houses of Healing, and Eowyn yearning for death in battle just like her
Uncle Theoden, and basically buying into that whole world war one ethos that
Tolkien would have considered so poisonous. Which is why her friendship and
courtship with Faramir is so fricking beautiful.
Remember that quote I wrote earlier? That’s from Faramir. He’s not backing down
from conflict, he’s in no way less of a ‘real man’ than anyone else; he’s just
saying there needs to be more to the fight than simply having a fight. There needs to be a reason; something worth
fighting for. Eowyn recognises that Faramir is a good man in every sense of the
word: he’s strong and valiant, but he doesn’t fight simply to prove himself or
for the sake of winning glory, he fights for other people. And Faramir gently challenges Eowyn on her
idolisation of battle-glory and encourages her not to scorn gentleness or
peace, and he’s so freaking good for her.
(Seriously. Can we just stop for a moment and think about how
wonderful Eowyn and Faramir are for each other: Faramir encouraging Eowyn to
turn towards life and healing and openness while never denying her strength or courage, and Eowyn giving Faramir the
validation and security he never got after so many years of an awful
relationship with his father? I honestly don’t know why I don’t get all giddy
about these two more often, because they make the very best otp.)
And the result of the departure of the Shadow and her
friendship with Faramir is Eowyn’s decision that ‘I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I
will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’
I think that last bit is so important because I’m certain
that Tolkien doesn’t mean for Eowyn to immediately pack up her sword and shield
and become a good girl sitting at home with her knitting and waiting for the
men to return home after the fight – after all, she’s going to be the wife of
the Steward of Gondor and there’s a lot of mess to clean up after the War of
the Ring. Eowyn’s probably still going to find herself defending hearth and
home from time to time. But the important thing is that she’s no longer
defining herself simply by the doing of valiant deeds; she’ll no longer compare
herself to the great warriors of her house and feel lacking simply because she
hasn’t killed as many men. Most importantly, she’s not going to take joy only in the songs of the slaying, in
destruction and death. Tolkien was all about healers symbolising life and
rebirth, and Eowyn’s decision to become one – to aid in the preservation of
life rather than the taking of it – is so beautiful. I don’t think Tolkien ever
wrote Eowyn’s ending to make her reclaim her ‘lost femininity’; I think it’s a
lovely way of adding to the ever-present theme in Lord of the Rings of hope and
frailty and healing and friendship over glory and battle and strife.
Peter laid in his bed with a smug grin on his face, he had successfully exacted his revenge on Y/N. He couldn’t believe his own boldness. Peter was never considered a suave guy with the ladies but he had managed to make Y/N a mess underneath him.
He wondered if Y/N would be getting revenge or if this was the end of your game. If you continued your game he was in a vulnerable place because his room was next to yours. Normally he stayed at his apartment but training went late so he crashed in the room saved for him. If you wanted you could come into his room and web him to his bed. That made him nervous so he decided to reach out further with his hearing. He didn’t have super hearing put his powers had given him better senses than the average human. He didn’t usually eavesdrop on people because that can be a good way to ruin your birthday gift.
He tried to focus on your room to see if you were awake and plotting. It was silent except for deep breathing. Peter sighed and was about to reel his hearing in when he heard a breathy moan. Peter stilled, that couldn’t be what he thought it was, right? He strained to try and hear better.
Moans again filled his ears. His eyes grew wide at the thought of what you could be doing in your room. His cheeks felt a rush of heat, maybe you were thinking of him. This made a throbbing pulse go through him. Maybe you were finishing what he had started. That made him blush harder, but that couldn’t be true.
Another moan brought him back and then- “Peter”
He jerked up in bed heart pounding.
“Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.” He whispered as he paced around his room. He ran his hands down his face and then through his fair.
Not only were you probably doing very dirty things you were doing them thinking of him. His boxers suddenly became very tight. What was he supposed to do? Stay here and pretend this didn’t happen? Go over there and….. help you?
He gulped and tried to control his thoughts. He groaned this was probably your revenge. You were doing this to him on purpose. He was not going to let you win, so he decided to storm over there and end this. One way or another.
He whipped open his door and stormed over to yours. He didn’t even knock and threw open your door. The sight that greeted him was a huge surprise.
You weren’t even awake, you were twisted in your sheets and small whimper sounds were being emitted. Peter smirked you were having a dirty dream about him. He could get a double dose of revenge if he played this right.
Peter coughed loudly and then called your name. You stirred and looked back at him “Darling if you wanted me that bad I’m right here no need for fantasies.”
You realized in that moment two things: one was that you were dreaming of doing some very naughty things to Spidey himself and two was that Peter Parker had caught you mid dream.
You had to play this right or you would never hear the end of it. “If by fantasies you mean me imagining how annoying you are then trust me I know your right there for the real life experience.” She tried to play off her dreaming.
Peter knew you were lying but that was okay with him. He knew this would end in his favor. “Well, in that case I leave with my annoyingness in tow.” He turned around and pretended to leave.
“Wait, I didn’t say you had to leave. Before the dream of you I, had… a bad dream.” You pretended to look scared and then patted the empty space next to you on the bed.
He smirked and walked over to you. He laid down with his chest pressed against his back and your legs tangled together. He was still for a minute waiting for you to do something. When you don’t he wraps his arms around you and buried his head in your neck. He immediately went for your sweet spot on your neck. He began to suck and your breathing hitched. Unconsciously you tilted your head so more of your neck was open to his magical mouth
“Spidey do you know what you’re starting?”
He chuckled and the vibrations make a low moan escape your lips. “I know exactly what I’m starting.” His lips began to move up your neck leaving a trail of hot kisses. He made it to the shell of your ear and bit down on the lobe and tugged. This again caused you to moan.
He was winning and you could not let this happen. You pressed further back into him until your ass was in the perfect placement against his crotch. His movements stopped. You began to roll your hips back and forth. Since the famous Peter Parker slept only in his boxers you could immediately feel the reaction your actions caused. You could also hear the heavy breathing and low groan in your ear.
“Sweetheart you’re heading into dangerous territory.” He began to move his hips along with yours trying to create more of the desired friction. You decided you didn’t like this position anymore.
You flipped over to face the flushed breathless face of Peter Parker. You smiled and put your hands on his chest dragging your hands down slowly tracing his muscles.
“Maybe I like dangerous.” You smirked before smashing your lips against his, a hot make out ensuing. You and him were tangled and pressed so close you couldn’t tell where you limbs began and his ended. Slowly his hand started to reach the hem of your shirt.
You were about to lift it off your head when-
“Y/N are you alright I heard a lot of groaning and thought you might be hurt.” Vision had ghosted through the wall as his room was to the left of yours.
You and Peter quickly flew apart, so fast and hard Peter accidentally threw himself onto the floor. Vision not understanding the situation continued to ask questions while you repeatedly told him that you were fine and that knocking and doors are required before entering a room.
“Mister Peter did you also come to check on Y/N for injuries?” Asked the perplexed Vision
“Um, yeah but since she’s fine I best be off to bed. Bye.” Peter ran out of the room face on fire and a weird limp to his walk. Next went a confused Vision leaving you alone.
When the Voltron Paladins respond to a distress call, they discover a group of alien settlers on a mining planet under attack by the Galra. The five daring pilots must then escort the convoy of rescued settlers to their new home. To succeed they must cross into increasingly dangerous territory, successfully navigate amongst frightening predators and colossal beasts, and battle the evil Galra!
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Summary: When movie night features horror, your least favourite genre, it leads to a discovery about Bucky’s feelings.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3,576
Warnings: mentions of horror movies (no spoilers or explicit details!) , an annoying armrest, being close to Bucky Barnes
A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @just-some-drabbles Rom-Com Challenge! Thanks for letting me participate, congratulations on 4k 💛
My prompt was “I think you already know.” Honestly I have no idea how it got to be so long, but the more Bucky the better, right? I hope you enjoy :)
"Mm,” you hummed.
"Is that a yes?”
Your fingers froze over the battery you were repairing down in Tony’s lab. The wires inside of it were communicating by sparks happily, unlike the nerves in your brain.
A yes to what? Better find out. Better pretend like you know. Better not let Wanda know you had no clue what day it was, never mind the meaning behind her question.
There were only thirty minutes left in the game and tension was high in the crowded arena. The NY Rangers were down by only one point and needed just that to beat the LA Kings. You weren’t really rooting for either team, hockey wasn’t your thing, but you wore Ethan’s Rangers jersey with pride as you fisted your hand into the bucket of popcorn on your lap. Ethan cheered and cried next to you, gripping Grayson’s jersey tight whenever the Rangers were close to scoring a goal. His jaw was clenched, muscles tense, as he kept his eyes fixated on the game. He hadn’t paid much attention to you since you had left the hotel room and you tried your best to swallow down your disappointment. You thought of all things you could be doing in New York instead of sitting at some dumb hockey game but you tried your best to remain enthusiastic for Ethan’s sake. He rarely got enough free time between filming videos, editing, meetings, interview – everything. Not to mention he had been more stressed than usual and a little on edge so you figured a simple hockey game wasn’t too much to ask if it would make him happy.
“Although the vodka tasted like rubbing alcohol and a bitter distrust had molded itself around her veins, she couldn’t help but see the warmth in Taehyung that should have never been there. Taehyung should have never been here.” Gang AU: Where Taehyung moves in next door to the runaway heir of his rivals, and she seems more distraught about it than him. Rated M/Warnings: violent themes/slight gore, sexual themes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, intoxicated sex, slight mention of alcohol, princess!kink Word Count:13,443
Sam sits on a tiny chair in a small room, wrists in handcuffs resting on the table in front of him. He’s been waiting for the better part of three hours without so much as a hello from anyone. He’s got a pretty good idea of what’s happening, at least the basics. He can’t say he wasn’t expecting to be brought in for questioning, he was, however, unprepared for the SWAT team knocking down the door to the mobile office at their construction site.
He takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. While he’s not new to being on this side of the law, he’s never been left to sweat in the box for this long.
“I can’t believe you’re actually making me do this.” Anthony sighed and fisted a hand in his hair. He parked the car in a lot and got out, quickly walking up to the mall entrance.
“Look,” You jogged to catch up to him. “You promised me you’d get me a new bra. And since it’s been about a week since you so rudely ripped mine, it’s about time. How many bras do you think I own anyway?”
Anthony groaned. “I’d buy you every bra in the world if it would make you shut up.”
“My job is to buy you a new bra. Not to be happy about it.”
You stepped into the entrance of the black and pink store, pausing when you realized that Anthony wasn’t following you anymore. You turned around and gave him a look.
“You’re not actually making me go in, right?”
“That depends. Would you rather me run rampant in a lingerie store with your credit card?” you teased.
“Alright fine. I’m coming.”
“You act like it’s a punishment, Ramos,” you said when he caught up with you. “Here’s an entire store filled with beautiful women trying on cute underwear.” You hit his chest and grinned at him. “Make the most of it.”
Leaving him in the middle of the store, you made your way to the demi bra display. You looked through the drawers to find your size, weighing each color and pattern.
“These aren’t very sexy.”
You didn’t look up from your perusal. “The main function of a bra is to hold your tatas up, not to look nice.”
“I liked the one you were wearing in the supply closet.”
You looked up at him. Your pulse picked up slightly as his words brought memories to the surface of your mind, but you quickly tried to hide it. “Fine, Ramos, what would you pick?”
Smirking, he immediately made his way to the lingerie section. Rolling your eyes, you followed.
Anthony picked up several different bras that left very little to the imagination. He handed them to you. “How about these?”
“How do you know my size?”
“I figured if you were gonna make me buy you a new bra, I’d better know which ones would fit. So, I went back to the supply closet and found the size on that bra. Why are there numbers and letters?”
“It’s just…nevermind. Ask the hot size lady to explain it to you.”
“So….are you gonna try these or what?”
You looked down at what was essentially a pile of lace pooled in your hand. “I guess if you’re the one buying it,” you mumbled. You walked over to a sales lady and she showed you to a fitting room but stopped Anthony before he could walk in with you.
“You can wait for your girlfriend on the couch over there.”
“What? She’s not my…fine.”
You walked into the room you were directed to. The lady asked if you needed help but you said you were fine.
Once safely locked inside, you stripped off your shirt and current bra. You tried on a few of the ones Anthony had picked out. They were nice, but you still felt unsure. You looked at yourself through different angles in the mirror, trying to decide if it even looked normal on you. It seemed so fancy; what if you got far with someone and it looked like you were trying too hard? Did it make your back look weird? You encountered the same issue with every bra, and by the time you got to the last one, a low cut, nude bra with navy blue lace running over it, you were on the fence and feeling more than a little insecure.
“Hey Ant?” you asked tentatively. No response. “Ramos?” you said a bit louder.
“You’re a guy right?”
You could barely hear a sigh of disappointment. “Yeah Y/N….I’m pretty sure you know I’m a guy.”
You pursed your lips. “I just…” You cracked the door of the dressing room open slightly, peeking only your head out. “I need your opinion,” you whispered. You looked around for the sales woman.
“What?” Anthony stood off the couch and slid his phone into his back pocket. You motioned for him to come over. “What do you need?”
“I…can you just-” you sighed and grabbed him by the middle of his shirt, pulling him into the room with you. You locked the door and leaned against it. Knowing Anthony was standing behind you, watching with careful eyes, you felt your body start to heat up. You took a deep breath and turned around to face him. “Does this look okay? Like is it…hot?”
Anthony stared at you for what felt like forever. You couldn’t read his expression, but his mouth hung open slightly. “Ant?” you asked meekly. You felt the desperate need to cover up and wrapped your arms around your stomach.
Anthony cleared his throat. “It’s um, it’s good.”
“Are you sure?” you looked down at yourself.
“Trust me. You wanted a guy’s opinion and I’m giving it. You look really, really sexy right now.” he said breathlessly.
“Do I actually?” You walked past him and looked in the mirror.
“Yeah, I uh…yeah.”
You smirked and turned around to face him. “Is the great Anthony Ramos having some issues right now?” you teased.
You were slightly taken aback by his response. “Dude, I was kidding.” You walked over and reached up to pull a hair off his shirt. He grabbed your wrist quickly.
“I’m not.” Your eyes widened slightly, and your heart started to hammer. “And you’re moving into seriously dangerous territory right now.”
“Honestly, Ramos. You’re not scary at all. You’re a teddy bear.”
He stepped closer to you and you were suddenly very aware that you were half naked. “Was I a teddy bear when I fucked you against a wall?”
“You didn’t fuck me against a wall, you fucked me on a couch in your dressing room.”
He smirked. “The intention was there.”
You pressed against him. “But your dick wasn’t.”
“You know what’s better than fucking you against a wall?”
You sighed. “I don’t know, Ramos. What?” He grabbed your biceps and pushed you until you felt cool glass hit your back.
“Fucking you against a mirror.” He dipped his head down and started to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath and put your hand through his hair, arching into him.
“Ant?” Your voice was small and shaky. “Here?”
He smirked against your skin. “Sounds kinda fun, doesn’t it?”
“It sounds, um, risky.” You swallowed hard.
“Let me get this straight, you’ll fuck in your place of work but not in a Victoria’s Secret?”
You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Pro tip, Ramos. If you wanna have sex with a girl, maybe you should be nice to her.”
“I’ve never been nice to you and that didn’t stop you before.”
You smiled widely. “Thanks for admitting that you’re a total asshole.” Anthony rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t need to stay here. I can walk home.” You reached back and started to unhook the bra. You paused before pulling it off.
“If you’re waiting for me to ask you to stop taking your clothes off, you’re bra shopping with the wrong guy.”
You took the bra off and shoved it against his chest. “Go pay for this, douchebag,” you said, raising your eyebrows at how he obviously moved his gaze to your bare chest.
Anthony smirked and grabbed the bra. “Sure thing, princess.”
You sighed and fell back against the door. What was that about? The first time had been in the heat of the moment, maybe a mistake even, but this was calculated. He wanted you, and part of you hated to admit it, but you knew that you wanted him too. It was something in the way he kissed you. It made your knees go weak.
You quickly got dressed and walked out to see him waiting for you.
“That’s a big bag for one bra, Ramos.”
“I picked up a few things on my way out.” You moved to take the bag from him but he pulled back before you could. “Know the meaning of the word surprise?”
“You say that like you’re going to see me in these.” You reached for the bag again.
“I fully intend to, princess.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Don’t get pouty.” he teased. “Come on let’s go.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“I bought them, you model. It’s an easy deal.”
“Can’t get girls to undress for you by yourself, Ramos,” you teased.
“I think we both know what I can do to a girl. Right, Y/L/N?”
“Whatever. It was just work stress. And it happened one time so you can’t keep bringing it up like it meant something.”
“It meant that no matter what you say, you think I’m attractive, and that’s all that matters.”
“Well I could say the same for you Mister ‘Parade-around-in-your-underwear-for-me.’”
“Hey, I never denied thinking you’re hot. I just said you’re bossy and annoying and sooo uptight and-”
“Yeah we get it!” You snapped. You could hear Anthony laughing, but you were too distracted looking at yourself in the mirror. He had chosen a black lacy bra with a sheer corset hanging down, complete with matching lace panties and garter hook to attach to the black stockings. It was…intense, but you didn’t hate it.
“Relax, Y/L/N. You really need to unwind.” His mouth dropped open when you walked out of his bedroom wearing the complicated piece of lingerie.
“I really don’t think this counts as a bra, Ramos.”
He regained his composure and smirked at you. “It holds the tatas up, doesn’t it?”
You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. “Don’t use my words against me.”
“You know, there’s one way that it wouldn’t count as a bra.”
“If you took it off.” You rolled your eyes at him but he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “It wouldn’t be holding up the tatas anymore, would it? In fact, I can think of something much better to hold them.”
“Oh yes.” He wiggled his fingers at you.
“You’re not complaining.”
You leaned against his doorframe and smiled. “You know it really is amazing how much I seem to turn you on, Ramos.”
“Is it a crime to get a boner by looking at an attractive woman in lingerie?”
“If it was, you’d have to be punished.”
“Really?” Anthony raised an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened in horror.
“No! Not like-that’s it I’m leaving.” You went back into the bedroom to change.
“Suit yourself but I was ready to have some fun.” You rolled your eyes and didn’t respond, opting to pull your pants and shirt on instead. “C’mon Y/N.” You sighed at the way he said your name, your first name. “It’s been a week since it happened and we haven’t talked about it outside of the jokes everyone makes.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you could tell he was leaning against the door.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” You pulled the door open and he stood up quickly, looking over your now clothed figure. You grabbed your jacket and purse off his table. “It was a mistake. We were stressed. It’s not gonna happen again, and it didn’t mean anything.” You said firmly. Anthony’s eyes met yours briefly before they darted to the ground. “Consider it talked about.” You moved towards his door.
“Wait! Let me take you back.” Anthony grabbed the edge of the door.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s New York City, Ramos. I’ll catch a cab.” You tried to pull the door open further but he stopped you again.
“Just let me be nice, Y/L/N.”
You searched his eyes for an ulterior motive, but he seemed to be, for once in his life, serious. So you let him drive you home.
Two show days were becoming your worst nightmare. Not only did they take up the entire day so that there was no possibility of getting anything else done, but you spent the entire day with Anthony. You had been avoiding him semi-successfully since your modeling career had abruptly ended, but you two were co-workers and it was getting harder and harder to avoid run-ins with him, especially when the rest of the cast was always speculating about your lives.
“So they’re not together,” you heard Pippa ask Renee in a stage whisper.
Renee shook her head. “They were finally starting to get along too.”
“I think it’s only a matter of time,” said the third Schuyler sister. “Do you see the way he looks at her?”
The girls shuffled away to take their marks for A Winter’s Ball and you sighed, thinking about what they said. Did he really look at you a certain way?
As if your thoughts of him conjured him up, Anthony brushed past you to make his way to the stage, not apologizing in the slightest, and hey-ing across the stage with Lin and Leslie.
You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, trying not to lose it. Maybe it was an honest mistake.
But it was Anthony. It was never an honest mistake with him.
Jon witnessed your anger and started to snicker lightly. You glared at him and he held his hands up innocently. You huffed and sat down on the stairs. You just wanted to go home. Two show days really were the worst.
You put your head between your hands. Everything was just so confusing. You went from hating him, to sleeping with him, to some weird and awkward friendship, and apparently back to hating him again all in one month. You preferred it back when he was nothing more to you than an annoying bug buzzing in your ear, but somehow everything felt bigger than that now.
“Maybe you should just fuck him again. Seemed to work last time.”
You sighed and rubbed your face. “Or I could quit and not have to deal with him ever again.”
Anthony chose that fantastic moment to come back from the stage, waiting for his Helpless cue. “You’re quitting?” You couldn’t read his face.
“I never said-”
“Wow, Y/N. That seems like something you’d tell your friends.”
You crossed your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ramos. I wasn’t aware we were friends.”
He glared at you then looked back at the stage. It was time for him to go back. “Whatever. I have to go.”
And he did, without looking back.
You were on edge for the rest of the night. You were stuck in a limbo between wanting to scream and punch and wall and wanting to sit down and just give up. You couldn’t understand how Ramos had such an effect on you. He was pissed at you, so what? It wasn’t the first time. You couldn’t figure out why, though. As far as you were concerned he was the one who decided to act like a dick out of nowhere again. You had been trying to reach him somehow but no matter what things were tense and awkward, and you were convinced that had to be his fault.
You were packing up your things after the show when he came up to you again. You thought it was Alex Lacamoire coming to ask you about a tech problem again. “Alex, I’m really tired. Can we talk about the orchestra thing tomorrow?”
You turned around and sighed again when you saw him. Crossing your arms, you stared at him tiredly. “What do you want, Ramos?”
“You’re actually quitting.” His voice sincere, but there was still an edge to it.
“I told you. I never said I was quitting. I was just having a conversation when you decided to come in and twist things,” you said defensively.
He smirked. A calm, over-confident, Ramos type smirk. “Hostile.”
“I can’t deal with this right now.” You turned back around and stuffed your phone charger in your purse. “I think you should leave.”
“I like how you think you can tell me what to do,” he said. You refused to respond. You weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction. “I’m not gonna leave.”
“Because I have to talk to you, and it would be decent of you to listen.” You faced him. He didn’t look like he was kidding.
“Fine.” You leaned against the table your purse and coat were sitting on and stared him down. “Speak.”
“I’m not a dog, Y/L/N.”
“Maybe not in the physical definition,” you mumbled under your breath.
“Hey, at least I’m not a bitch,” he shot back.
You slammed your hands on the table behind you. “You said you had something to tell me. So tell me and then just leave.” You were starting to shake.
“I just wanna know why the fuck you’ve been little Miss Heartless and acting like I stepped on your pet or something. Why are you avoiding me like the plague? What did I do?”
Your brow creased. That was not what you were expecting. “I’m not avoiding you.”
“Bullshit. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”
“Didn’t seem to bother you two months ago. You need to stop pretending, Ramos.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that!” you cut him off before he could speak. “You are pretending and you know it! You keep acting there’s something between us, and there’s not! So we fucked one time and we had to deal with that! Whatever! It doesn’t change anything! Doesn’t change that you hate me and that I-” Words caught in your throat. You felt like you were choking. You- you what? What could you say?
He raised his eyebrows expectantly, but you couldn’t say that you hated him. It just wasn’t true anymore. “And I just really can’t work with you so…so yeah maybe quitting isn’t the worst idea.”
You frowned. “I’m sorry? Who are you to tell me what I’m doing with my life?”
“I said no! You’re way too fucking good at your job to quit because of me-”
“I don’t care! You can’t tell me what to do!”
Anthony crossed the room. “You can’t quit, okay! I can’t…you..you just can’t-” You stared up at him while he fumbled for words. Something ignited inside you. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, reaching up to attach your lips to his in a heated kiss.
Anthony made a noise of surprise, but it didn’t take him long to respond. He pressed a hand roughly against the small of your back, forcing you to arch into his chest. Everything was starting to click. You didn’t care about figuring stuff out anymore you just needed his hands on you this whole time. You tipped your head back and opened your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slip in. The hand that wasn’t holding you moved to tangle in your hair, which he tugged on lightly. A small sound escaped your lips. He smiled. You practically feel the awkwardness of the past weeks melting off your shoulders.
Anthony backed up until your thighs pressed against the edge of the table. You sat on it and wrapped your legs around his waist. He tugged your hair again, forcing you to throw your head back. He started to kiss your neck, and you bit your lip.
You moaned and the sound prompted him to suck on your neck as one of his hands reached between you to unzip your jeans.
“Fuck…” you whispered.
“Are we really?”
“I think so.”
“We did it before-”
“In a dressing room-”
“No one is here, Ramos.”
Anthony started to pull down your jeans. The second they were off, he smirked.
“So you did like the present.”
You looked down at your bare legs and saw that today you’d decided to wear one of the extra things Anthony had bought you. A nice little pair of lacy panties.
“If you rip them I’ll kill you.”
“I promise to be gentle.” he said teasingly, leaning down to kiss you again.
“Fuck that. I want you to rail me. Just don’t ruin my clothes.” His eyes widened and you ripped open his shirt, grinning at him. “An eye for an eye?”
Anthony surged forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to the edge of the table to press his erection against you.
You smiled as you kissed him, and leaned back so Anthony could tower over you. You pushed his shirt down off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off the rest of the way. He pulled away and you lifted your arms up so he could take your own shirt off. Anthony started to reach his hands towards you again but you stopped him.
You reached around your back and unhooked your bra yourself, throwing it over his shoulder onto the floor. “I don’t trust you, sorry.”
“Fine by me,” he mumbled and started sucking on the soft skin of your breast. You moaned and threaded your fingers through his curls, pulling softly.
Anthony pulled you off the table and you stumbled slightly as he pulled the lace panties down gently. You helped him out by pulling down his boxers and he immediately placed you back on the table, sliding into you all the way.
“God dammit!” Your body froze for a second with shock, but you quickly adjusted.
“You told me not to be gentle.”
You caught your breath. “I…did…”
“Then shut up.” Anthony started to thrust roughly into you. You gripped tightly onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.
“Douchebag,” you moaned into his neck.
“Bitch,” he moaned back.
You tried to come up with a response, but your mind was starting to go blank as the feelings in your body took over. Anthony pounded into you, the table banging against the wall loudly in the empty theatre. You pulled his hair to bring his mouth back to yours and slid a hand down his chest to rest between you as you massaged his balls.
Anthony groaned and caressed his hand over your face. His fingers came to rest on your lips and you sucked them lightly, making direct eye contact with him. Anthony’s eyes glinted mischievously. He brought his now wet fingers from your mouth down to you clit and started to rub there while he thrust into you.
You moaned and arched your back, pressing your chest against his. You kissed him and pulled on his hair and he moaned into your mouth, all the stimulation making him come.
He hung his head and panted heavily into your neck. When he caught his breath, he stood up and pulled out of you gently.
“Are you serious?” you asked. “Already?”
“I’m sorry, I…you were…”
“Whatever, I’m not mad,” you said, obviously a little ticked off.
Anthony ran and hand through his hair, still breathing heavily. You had to admit that you liked the look of it, but you were feeling unsatisfied. “What?” he asked, “You thought I was gonna leave you hanging?”
“You’re not exactly a gentleman, Ramos.”
“You don’t think so?” He put his hands on his hips.
You scoffed and sat up completely, “No, I don’t.”
“Really?” He walked towards you and stood between your legs, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. You crossed your arms and shook your head. Anthony moved his hand from your thigh to in between your legs. He ran his middle finger over your slit. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Y/L/N.”
You let out a shaky breath and gripped the edge of the table. He smirked and started to kiss your chest simultaneously sliding his finger inside of you. You whimpered and pushed yourself against him. Anthony slowly moved down onto his knees and you closed your eyes in anticipation.
You felt small licks on the area around your clit and you moaned, pulling his hair to remind him not to be a tease. You could feel his lips pull into a smile and then instantly attach to your clit where he circled his tongue. He curled his finger inside of you, drawing several moans from your mouth.
You gasped when he added another finger and fisted his hair tightly. Anthony added a third finger and started to move them faster. Your toes started to curl, and you thought you were about to fall off the table.
He sucked on your clit, curling each of his fingers simultaneously. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your whole body tense for a moment before releasing.
You took several deep breaths and all but collapsed back onto the table. Anthony stood and grinned at you. “See? I can play nice.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah don’t get too confident. You still came in like 0.3 seconds.”
“I’m a guy. It happens.”
“To thirteen-year-olds masturbating for the first time-”
“You’re so-” Anthony held his hands up and sighed. “We are literally about to kill each other the second we’re done having sex. What’s wrong with us?” he said while pulling his boxers back on. You could tell why he was trying to cover up so quickly, and you almost laughed at how easy it was to turn him on.
“We don’t have to stop having sex,” you offered.
Anthony turned around and locked eyes with you. “Are you being serious?”
You shrugged, not making any move to get dressed. “We’re single. Obviously attracted to one another. It works.”
Anthony’s eyes roamed over your body. “I’m not against the idea.”
You smiled. “Why not? At the very least it’ll keep us from tearing each other’s throats out. At least in public…”
He nodded. “And you won’t quit?”
“I was kidding. You never gave me a chance to explain.”
“Sooo… friends with benefits?” He looked up at you.
“I still wouldn’t call us friends but yeah the benefits part works.”
Anthony rolled his eyes and piled your clothes next to you on the table. “Get dressed, then. We’re going back to my place.”
You stood and nodded. “I’ll meet you outside.” He took one last look over your figure before leaving the room.
You got dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Anthony was waiting by the door of the theater. “Ready?” he asked. You nodded and walked out of the theatre. Anthony caught up with you, and took your hand in his as you both walked out into the cool night air.
I just freaking watched gypsy and it’s so fucked up that I just love it.
Jean is a very unique character. Probably the first time that I encountered such creature. This woman loves to lie. No, not your boring “lying to save my ass” or to inflict something onto others. Jean lies, deceives people, manipulates them as a service to herself. It isn’t just a typical act. She feels satisfaction about lying, creating the whole persona as though she’s breathing life to a clay she molded herself. And then comes Sidney who I believe really rocked her world. She’s helped resurface a part of Jean that she’s put a lid on for years now. Jean selfishly lies, even more so with Sidney. Jean is discovering again the kind of person she was years ago, the person that was never really lost but just shoved down in favor of the ordinary and normal life she chose. But for the first time, she’s also lying for someone, for Sidney and this young girl also treads the same dangerous territories as her (making it much more tempting on Jean’s part). She throws made up stories at Sidney to keep her coming. Sidney is daring and adventurous (someone Jean used to be, as implied by the show) and she knows that Jean is lying to her but I don’t know, I think she can see something genuine beneath the layers of Jean’s facade. They’re both messed up people. It might take one to see something real from another. And after that ending, I’m very much convinced that Sidney is fucking impressed and amazed with all the lies Jean went through that started as a mere curiosity and turned into a love story they never thought would happen.
this show is so screwed up, toxic, psychotic and sick and it’s awesome.
this was inspired by JustKiddingFilm’s ‘your first time’ video. it was really interesting to watch and I just had to write something for Peter! I’ll get back to working on the requests that I’ve amassed so far a bit later, just let me indulge in this one quick story ♡♡♡♡♡
for this story, it’s set sometime in the future, where Peter and the reader are in college and are both around 21 years old.
warnings: SMUT!!! There’s gonna be a lemon, and if you don’t like lemons then I don’t recommend that you read this !!
**don’t repost/plagiarize this plot! reblogs are fine!
When your best friend invited you and Peter to hang out with her and her boyfriend at Starbucks, you didn’t think that their conversation would go into such dangerous territory.