Ladies and gentlemen, this is how Percival Graves flirt!
He just wants to ask Newt out but he doesn’t know how….
This gif dedicates to Colin’s thicker-than-life eyebrows and Eddie’s not-quite-there eyebrows. Also HBD Colin! Stay handsome and nice forever <3 (and please bring Mr.Graves back into the movie, JK ; w ;;;;)
Request: Prompt 15 and 16 with peter maximoff (DOFP and Apocalypse)vplease x
Author’s Notes: So this is the first request I’m going to do for the prompts I put up today. I’m actually very surprised how many requests I got in this amount of time! Thank you all! I also want to say thank you for 200 followers! I’ll get to writing now, see you at the end.
Word Count: 787
Warnings: Mentions of sexual things ;)
#15 “Draw me like one of your French girls.” “Please stop taking your clothes off.”
#16 “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
Keeping Peter at a slower pace was hard, but trying to keep him to be still all together was damn near impossible. He refused to sit still for more than 3 seconds and that is going to be a problem, seeing that he has a broken leg and all. After the whole Apocalypse thing, the super fast healing wasn’t going to cut it with this one. He still needed to rest and keep off of that leg. That’s where you come in, trying to ease his boredom as best you can.
You walk up to the room that he shared with Scott in the mansion, which was newly rebuilt thanks to Jean and Erik, knocking twice before walking in. You see Peter lying on his bed with his headphones on, music blasting with his broken leg propped up on some pillows. ‘Exactly as I left him,’ you thought, secretly thanking him for not moving.
“Peter!” you say a bit louder, hoping to get the speedster’s attention but all you heard was the loud music coming out of the headphones. Sighing, you go to sit on Scott’s bed, which was across from Peter’s, and you pull out one of your school books, figuring that if you’re not going to do anything, might as well finish the homework.
Taking out a pencil and highlighter, your eyes scan the pages in front of you, highlighting important passages and phrases. You see slight movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up, expecting to see Peter still lying there, flipping though the songs on his MP3 player.
What you did see though, was completely unexpected.
There was Peter, lying on his bed and looking directly at you, a lazy smirk on his face. Slowly, he maneuvered he was onto his side, carefully tucking his broken leg under his non-broken leg. He props his head up on his arm and winks at you. “Hello, beautiful.”
His hands move to the hem of his shirt, hooking them under it and yanking his shirt over his head, making his pale chest now visible to your viewing. Peter noticed your stare and his smirk only grows, making him tighten his abs, making it obvious that he was flexing.
Rolling your eyes, you set your book on Scott’s bed and make your way over to Peter. His eyes widen as he watches your actions, the once playful smirk transforming into a mischievous one. He wiggles his eyebrows, hands teasily moving down to his belt buckle, “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
You take your hand and dig it into Peter’s side, causing him to let out a not-so-manly shriek of surprise. “Please stop taking your clothes off. Also, you were totally flexing.”
Peter gasps with fake disgust, “I would never deceive you like that. This is all nat-ur-al.” He draws out the last word as he sits up on the bed and resumes his previous position, with his leg up on the pillows.
You crawl over him and lay next to him, lying your head on his shoulder, “This is nice.”
He hums in approval and rolls over to wrap his arms around you as he attempts to place a pillow between his legs to elevate the cast. With a groan, Peter sits up and places the pillow in its desired destination. You giggle and wrap your arms lazily around his waist, paying attention to where you were laying your head and not to where you hands actually ended up, which went a little lower than expected.
The momentum on your arms coming down after being wrapped around Peter’s “waist” created a loud slap noise, causing another involuntary not-so-manly shriek to escape his mouth. He looks down at you with a shocked expression plastered on his face and you look down to see what you smacked.
A blush made it’s was onto your cheeks as you look up at Peter with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean to do that.”
Another smirk crept onto Peter’s face, “Of course you didn’t”
“I’m serious, Peter.”
“I didn’t expect you to be into the kinky stuff, (y/n).”
The blush on your cheeks only intensified at Peter’s last statement, “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
You bury your face in the crook of Peter’s neck to escape the embarrassment that was soon to come. Quiet chuckles were heard from him as he wrapped his arms around you once again.
“I’ll let you do it again, I kinda liked it. Just promise to give me some time before you introduce the handcuffs. Maybe I’ll like this whole BDSM thing.”
#look how happy they are #please let them be happy again #oswald is so in love i can’t #also can we discuss ed’s smile too? #i can’t believe that he doesn’t feel anything for oswald #please, isabell-E who
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