#Alec writes

[rodolfoparras]

Detective’s Work

Pairing: Spider Noir x Top Male Reader

Synopsis: in which Noir tries to keep you off the streets and you try to keep him inside the sheets

Content tags: rough blow jobs, exhibition kink, brat! Noir, Hard dom! Reader (kind of), detective! Noir, petty criminal! Reader

A/n: sorry for any mistakes it’s an 11pm Drabble kind of day

As far as anyone knows you and Noir dislike each other. He’s a detective and you’re a criminal. There’s no reason for you two to get along.

But what people don’t know is that every night he shows up to your hotel room, under the excuse that he has to make sure that you’re acting in line but he’s wearing nothing under his trench coat and he's got a pretty plug inside his hole.

There’s a knock on your hotel door and a smile makes its way on your face. There’s only one person foolish enough to wander around shady neighborhoods at this hour.

One second he’s outside your door, the next second he’s bent over a desk, stripped out of everything but his plug, legs spread and cock hard and leaking.

He won’t say a word to you, not until you fuck it out of him at least; a broken string of pleas or needy noises escaping his lips.

He’s not here to talk, he’s here to get fucked by the only person who knows how to do it right.

And once it’s all over and done, he’ll have you put the plug back in, puts on his coat and leaves your hotel room quickly, continuing on with his business like you didn’t just fuck and he isn’t full of your cum.

Sometimes he’ll act out of line and ruin your plans. You don’t mind it much though. He’s a detective after all. It’s his job to stop criminals.

“You sure you don’t want any help with this?” One detective says to Noir as he gets ready to head out to where you had last been spotted.

“Stay here. I’ll deal with it” Noirs responds before he heads towards the door.

Only if the detective knew dealing with it meant being forced down on his knees, hands tied behind his back and mouth pried open as you shove your cock down his throat.

“What were you supposed to be doing now again?” You pretend to think, fingers comically tapping against your chin while continuously rolling your hips.

“Weren’t you supposed to deal with me or something like that? Feels like you’re doing quiet the opposite here” you say with a dark chuckle, rolling your hips harder and hearing the gurgling sound as he chokes on your cock, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and drool dripping from his chin.

“There, there “ You say as you stroke his hair, tone condescending as ever “you’re this place’s ultimate hero or whatever it is. You can take it, can you?” And despite the humiliating position he’s in there’s still a certain spit fire reflecting in his iris as he nods his head and God if it doesn’t make your cock twitch in his mouth.

And as much as he doesn’t like to admit it, he can’t help but be turned by the fact that one day someone might just catch him fucking a criminal.

Interrogations that should go by quickly will last up to a good hour or so if you’re involved. Footage will go missing from both the camera and the microphone.

Noir would say that they malfunctioned. “You know that tech still has a far way to go” but what they don’t know is that a good chunk of that footage shows Noir pushed against the glass wall with you thrusting your cock inside his hole. And a good chunk of that recording is him just begging for more, more, more.

And he’d go out his way to get those recording developed, play it on whatever device he has access to and jerk off to them.

[dave2olkat]

More for the the Gold Pilot AU! This time, the adult Davesolkat designs, as well as some worldbuilding.

Basically, in this AU, the Earth Trillionaires have united with the Condesce to create the Imperial Coalition. Mutants are no longer culled on the spot, but they're still very much second-class citizens, and the distribution of wealth in the empire benefits only the elites of both planets. Enter the Third Sufferer's Rebellion lead by one Dirk Strider, who back-stabbed his brother in the middle of a war campaign, leaving him to pretty much die on a jungle planet. Dave was thankfully saved, however, by a mysterious online presence that only calls themselves THE MAGE, and who appears to have a lot of knowledge about the future.

Years later, Dave's now the captain of the Imperial Coalition Ship Hepheastus, a delivery ship. He hires Sollux Captor, one his sister's friends, to help him pilot it and the two get into all sorts of shenanigans, including a 'no strings attached' non-quadranted relationship that would be the outrage of any imperial authority. Dave's fine with it, because Sollux doesn't do relationships and also becaise Dave's actually in love with this very cute guy he met on a space station but who turned him down because his ex-moirail 'slept with him before fucking off to who knows where so yeah, I'm not looking for a serious relationship right now, sorry'.

Cut to: the Rebellion hiring Sollux and Dave for a job, and Dave finding out that his current fuck buddy is his crush's asshole ex what.

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

They don't talk about it.

But there's no way Nate should know those things. No way the client could have told him, no way he could've figured it out on his own. Not when these things were nothing more than fleeting thoughts from the mark. But Sophie notices him quietly go for the scotch behind the counter and rub at his head in pain with extra vehemence some days despite the latest con having no personal connection to him.

They don't talk about it.

But someone should've recognized Sophie on that con. There's no way she could have that many characters per con. No way none of those diplomats didn't recognize her from any of her previous cons. Not when she didn't change any more than her clothes and accent. But Nate notices her features seem to flicker at the peace and safety of home when she thinks he isn't watching.

They don't talk about it.

But no one could've survived that. And certainly not looking the way he does. There's no way he didn't come out of that fight broken and bloodied to all hell. Not when instead he walks out with a purposeful stride and only a clenched jaw, rolling his shoulders. But when he's cooking and accidentally burns himself, Parker notices the unmarked skin left behind.

They don't talk about it.

But not all vents are human sized. They all saw the size of the vent cover as she exists with a grin. There's no way she could've fit in there. Not when the human body can't bend that way, a way that even the greatest contortionist can't bend. But some days Hardison notices as she seems to stretch and bend before his eyes when she's feeling relaxed and safe enough.

They don't talk about it.

But that's not how computers work. There's no way Hardison could access that kind of thing. Not when he describes how he did it like that. Not when he does it so quickly like that. Not when he says he's taken berries and the next thing they know he's recreated a colonial era journal to perfection. But Eliot swore he shoved a glass of water at him, not more goddamn orange soda.

They don't talk about it, the thing lingering over their heads as they conduct each con, the unacknowledged thing between the five of them that's a little deeper than just a desire to take down the rich and powerful.

They aren't perfect, they all know that- sometimes they're too good with their covers, sometimes they have to shift gears as the con unfolds before them, but somehow things always seem to work out.

But no one asks about it, so-

They don't talk about it.

[leverage-ot3]

okay I absolutely get and adore harry being oblivious about ot3 developments, but consider:

after breanna makes it explicitly clear she’s queer in the card game job, harry starts Researching™

he’s trying to be good, be better. he likes this girl and wants to be there to support her and be her friend, someone she can trust. it doesn’t help that she’s around the same age as his daughter, who barely wants to associate with him anymore

he learns breanna is queer and dives into researching. watching TED talks in his spare time. reading ebooks on his phone in between playing roles in a con (bringing a physical book is less convenient and he doesn’t want to wave around the fact that he’s researching like he’s trying to be performative about it). he reads about legislation and book bans and wonders about how they could work their magic through a con to fix those things. he reads about asexuality and recognizes the flag colors from the sticker on breanna’s laptop, which he files away for later

he learns a lot! he has been peripherally aware of queer stuff- it’s kind of hard not to be in the 2020s, but now he is much more informed on a lot of issues. he has memorized at least 50 different labels and terms and has an index of resources in his head (and on his phone) if anyone might need them. he wants to understand the people he loves and cares about, whether it’s breanna or one of his daughter’s friends, or anyone in his life that is queer and he doesn’t know it yet. he wants to be ready and prepared to support them!

he learns about sapphicness and bisexuality and intersex rights and the gender spectrum. he learns about karyotypes and stonewall and other queer history. he learns about kink (blushing, but still reads because it’s important!) and relationship diversity… which leads him to discover the term polyamory

he tries not to actively apply the terms he has learned on the people in his life because he knows it’s wrong to assume things about other people. BUT. harry spends a few days reflecting on parker, hardison and eliot’s interactions and wonders. he thinks about the long hugs and lack of personal space and near telepathic communication not just between parker and hardison, but parker and eliot AND hardison and eliot. how parker knows how to make eliot take care of himself, how he knows when she forgets to eat because she’s so hyperfixated on planning a con. how parker jumps on his back for fun and no matter what, he always catches her. hardison’s absence is felt when he’s gone, deeply by the both of them.

it could just be a deep friendship, he knows. they have been working and living together for over a decade, of course they would be close!!! maybe they could even be queerplatonic! (another new word he learned!)

but. still. he quietly observes, watches closely, and thinks.

[sonreyes]

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Evolution of Eliot/Hardison hugs over the years.

And the one time that Eliot really needed a hug:

Leverage S02E08/S03E10/S04E01/S04E07/S04E10/S05E09/Leverage Redemption S01E16/S02E06.

[cloysterbell]

"They are looking for help and this is part of the research we do on the show. It’s like, where are the vulnerabilities in modern society and it’s the fact that you rely on the people you expect to fix things." "I like how you’re teaching people how to rob buildings." "Yeah exactly, why not! Fight the power." - John Rogers and Aldis Hodge, The Long Goodbye Job DVD Commentary

[princeloww]

DAVID TENNANT ROLES STARTERPACK

(Different roles, where to find them and what they're like!!!) (+ more that I didn't go into included at the end)

*disclaimer: this is sort of UK orientated, 'cos I don't know any American streaming services or where stuff is available in other countries, so PLEASE comment other places you can watch things!!!!

- Takin' Over the Asylum (CAMPBELL BAIN)

Follows a DJ and a group of patients trying to keep a radio station going in a mental hospital. David plays one of the main characters, Campbell Bain, a mostly upbeat and energetic young boy with lots of enthusiasm and spirit. Some angst!

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Blackpool (PETER CARLISLE)

A body is found in an arcade run by Ripley Holden, and him and his entire family are pulled into the murder investigation surrounding it. DI Peter Carlisle is working on the case, and highly suspicious of Ripley. He's a pretty major character and has a romantic plot - as well as a few funny musical numbers. Includes sex scenes.

☆ UKTV PLAY (free in UK), AMAZON PRIME VIDEO

- Casanova (GIACOMO CASANOVA)

The (mostly sexual) adventures of Giacomo Casanova, a charming and fraudulent man who falls in love very quickly and very dramatically with a lot of people, all while essentially bullshitting through life and jumping on every opportunity to make money. Includes sex scenes but also angst, such as illness, injuries, some violence, and general suffering.

☆ MYFLIXERX.TO (free), AMAZON

- Recovery (ALAN HAMILTON)

A man and his family coping with the recovery and rehabilitation process after he (Alan, David Tennant) suffers from brain damage. Angsty. Lots of crying, suicide references, head injury stuff.

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (BARTY CROUCH JR)

I recommend pirating this one so you're not supporting JK Rowling. DT plays Barty Crouch JR, an antagonist and the son of Barty Crouch. He's kind of a minor character, as he's not actually in a lot of scenes.

☆ Probably on most pirating sites (my go to is MYFLIXERX.TO)

- Learners (CHRISTOPHER ??)

Lighthearted movie about a woman trying to pass her driving test. David plays Chris, her driving instructor. He's a bit of a dork, very sweet and kind. Has a love plot, briefly fights a guy. No major angst.

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Hamlet (HAMLET)

Hamlet. Prince of Denmark wants vengeance after his father's death. I haven't actually watched this one yet but I assume it's got the same amount of angst and drama as Hamlet typically does.

☆ AMAZON PRIME VIDEO

- Single Father (DAVE TYLER)

After a fatal car accident, Dave Tyler (DT) is left to parent four children on his own. Still struggling through grief, Dave falls in love again and attempts to hide it. Has LOTS of crying, lots of kissing, sex scenes, DT being miserable and sobbing, etc.

☆ MYFLIXERX.TO (free)

- Rex Is Not Your Lawyer (REX ALEXANDER)

Unaired pilot. Only 40 minutes. Show wasn't picked up, but it is very good. Rex is a successful and skilled lawyer who is forced to stop practising when he starts having panic attacks every time he speaks in court. He decides instead to coach people who want to represent themselves. Lots of DT in very tight suits. American accent. Not MAJOR angst but he does has daddy issues and a panic disorder, so.

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Fright Night (PETER VINCENT)

A kid discovers that his neighbour is a vampire, and he seeks out a famous vampire slayer to help him. Peter Vincent (DT) does not live up to his name, and turns out to actually be sort of pathetic. No major angst, not a lot of clothes, no romance, but lots of eyeliner. He's very bisexual. Violence, vampire horror, creepy neighbour.

☆ DISNEY+, AMAZON PRIME

- The Decoy Bride (JAMES ARBER)

Celebrity Lara Tyler tries to get married to her author fiancé James Arber, but the paparazzi interrupts the wedding. Desperate to keep it private, she takes James to the island that he based his book on. Somehow, the paparazzi still find them, and they hire a decoy bride to pretend to be Lara. Romance, kissing, light hearted, minimal angst. David in a funny outfit. Fake dating trope?

☆ AMAZON PRIME

- Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger (Donald and Roderick Peterson)

Sequel to Nativity, but you don't need to watch the first one. Primary school teacher Donald Peterson (DT) is forced to take his class to Wales to participate in A Song For Christmas, a festive singing competition. Here he is put against his twin brother, who is a successful composer and with whom he has a strained relationship. Light angst - lots of daddy issues, but generally sweet.

☆ AMAZON, I think its on NOW TV???

- The Escape Artist (WILL BURTON)

A defence lawyer, Will Burton, gets a murderer off free, and very quickly grows to regret it, when his client comes after his family next. Lots of murder. Like three murders I think. Hot lawyer DT.

☆ AMAZON (I can't believe I forgot this one)

- What We Did On Our Holiday (DOUG MCLEOD)

A family go to Scotland for their grandfather's 70th birthday. Doug (DT) and his wife (Rosamund Pike) are getting a divorce, but are hiding it from the rest of the family. Movie is mostly focused on the kids and their grandad, but David has a few moments, and he's generally present throughout. Funny, slightly shocking at times, family film. No major angst. Character death.

☆ AMAZON PRIME

- Richard II (RICHARD II)

Shakespeare's Richard II. David plays the titular character, the extravagant, heartless and cold King of England, Richard II. We see his fall from grace as he is stripped of everything he owns and knows. Quite angsty. Long hair, androgynous David. Queer kiss scene (although they are cousins, soo...)

☆ you can find a link in a REDDIT comment if you search for it, AMAZON PRIME

- Broadchurch (ALEC HARDY)

An eleven-year-old boy is murdered in a small town, sending shock-waves through the community. Story follows both the family and communities response to the crime, as well as the investigation done by DI Alec Hardy (DT) and DS Ellie Miller (Olivia Coleman). Lots of angst from Alec. He is sick and hiding it. Injury, dizziness, panic attacks, that sort of thing - as well as a heart attack. He has a lot of trauma and daddy issues. Season three touches on topics of rape (warning).

- Mad To Be Normal (RD LIANG)

Biopic about RD Liang, a Scottish psychiatrist. Sex, misogyny, mental health topics, some self-harm (done by another character)

☆ AMAZON (sensing a pattern)

- Good Omens (CROWLEY)

An angel (Michael Sheen) and a demon work together to stop the end of the world. Queer romance (canon), some angst. Drama, comedy, LGBTQ+. David plays Crowley, the demon (who "sauntered vaguely downwards" rather than fell from heaven)

☆ AMAZON PRIME

- Staged (DAVID TENNANT)

A COVID lockdown comedy about David Tennant and Michael Sheen talking via Zoom during the lockdown. Actually quite sad at times? Mostly silly, though. Features Georgia Tennant and Anna Lundberg.

☆ BBC Iplayer (UK) (or VPN)

- Around The World in 80 Days (PHILEAS FOGG)

Phileas Fogg, a quiet and reserved man, decides to travel around the world in 80 days, after he receives an anonymous postcard calling him a coward. Cute found family, drama, angst (ex-lover stuff, internalised cowardice, illness, near death experience), some violence. There's a scene where Phileas gets flogged (whipped, essentially) quite violently, and it's somewhat graphic. Touches on themes of racism. Phileas is 100% neurodivergent.

☆ BBC Iplayer (UK) (or VPN)

- Inside Man (HARRY WATLING)

DT plays a vicar, Harry, who is involved in a murder after trying to protect his son - who was accused of having CP. Suicide themes, murder, self-harm - explores the idea that any person can murder, if they're pushed the right way. Includes topics to do with CP and pedophilia.

☆ NETFLIX, AMAZON

- Litvinenko (LITVINENKO)

Biopic about Alexander Litvinenko. A group of detectives investigate the poisoning of Litvinenko. David is bald in this show. (Scary)

☆ ITVX (UK) (or VPN)

- Doctor who (10TH AND 14TH DOCTORS)

Do I need to explain Doctor Who???? David Tennant plays the tenth and fourteenth regenerations of The Doctor, a Time Lord from outerspace. He travels around in the TARDIS with human companions.

☆ BBC Iplayer (UK)

I think I'm gonna leave it there, but there are a LOT that I have not touched on. This post is a very accurate and long list of everything on DT's filmography, so i recommend you check that out.

Other things I didn't mention (off the top of my head):

There She Goes, Bad Samaritan, Einstein and Eddington, Rab. C Nesbitt, Bright Young Things, LA Without a Map, Much Ado About Nothing, Duck Patrol, True Love, Gracepoint, Camping (US), Nan's Christmas Carol, Mary Queen of Scots, (You, Me and Him), Secret Smile, Deadwater Fell, Jessica Jones, Dramarama, Spies of Warsaw, AND A LOT MORE. (+ voice acting roles, and also his narrating work on Spy In The Wild (2017)

[metaleffigy]

normal 15 year old boy

[zepskies]

Bullseye

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?

AN: This was requested by @flory-alexandra. Thank you, lovely! 💜 I just finished Dark Angel and this was too good to resist!

Word Count: 800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some spiciness.

“Babe,” Alec tried, for the second time.

He knew you heard him.

You were (supposedly) lost in your book, languidly turning each page, sometimes licking a finger to make that part easier.

He had a feeling you were doing that one on purpose. Each new sight of the tip of your tongue made his gaze zero in on your pretty mouth.

“Hey,” he said, a little more pressing.

He managed to get your eyes lifted over your book. “Hmm?”

You were stretched out on the couch, still wearing your pajamas. He was sitting in a lounge chair nearby, bored out of his damn mind. It was a rare day where the two of you had a day off work at the same time. The least you could do was pay attention to your boyfriend.

He dug his hand into his big bag of popcorn and shoveled a handful into his mouth.

“I’m going stir crazy in here,” he complained around a mouthful of kernels. “Why don’t we go do something?”

Your brows knitted together.

“This is the first time all week I’ve gotten a chance to read my new book in peace,” you said. “Why don’t you go hang out with Joshua? He’s all by himself, cooped up in that house.”

Alec sighed. “The guy’s freakin’ Picasso. He spends all day painting.”

“It’s good he has a hobby,” you said absently. “Now shush. I’m reading.”

He rolled his eyes. “By all means, continue reading your smut in front of me.”

You shot him a narrowed look for that one, but he spied the edge of your curving lips, your telltale blush. The cover of the book left little to the imagination.

“Shut up,” you replied with a giggle.

Alec smirked. 50 Shades of Whips and Chains, or whatever the hell, he thought.

His girl was a freak. But then again, so was he.

With a loud sigh, he reached deep into the popcorn bag and grabbed another handful. Whatever he couldn’t fit into his mouth, he chose to pick out one and a time and toss at you.

The first one fell by your side. That, you could ignore.

The second one hit you dead in the forehead.

You lowered your book and glared at him.

“Alec,” you said flatly.

He gave you a lazy grin and tossed another. It fell down your V-neck shirt and into your bra, right between your breasts.

His smugness intensified, and he shot you a cheeky look.

“Bullseye,” he said.

Your brows rose. You set down your book (making sure to dogear the page you were on) and you reached into your bra to find the elusive piece of popcorn.

You scrutinized it for a moment. Then you popped it into your mouth.

You had the nerve to wink at him as you chewed.

Alec was wide-eyed for a moment…but all too soon, his Cheshire grin was back. He had the look of a predator as he watched you lick the salt off your fingers with nonchalance.

You didn’t seem to notice him sliding off the chair. The moment your head turned his way, he pounced.

His superior speed had him on top of you before you even realized he’d moved, and you squealed with laughter when he pinned you down on the sofa by your wrists.   

He smirked down at you unrepentantly.

“So you’re just gonna tease me all day, is that it?” he said.

He leaned down and spoke near your ear. “You think you’re gonna get away with that?”

His voice had the power to make you shiver with delight, but it was his teeth grazing the shell of your ear that did it. His lips and tongue made a sensuous path down your neck.

Alec let go of your wrists to let his hands drift down your sides, delving under your threadbare shirt that you so often wore to bed. His movements were slow and calculated as he inched the shirt up your body and over your head.

He unclipped your bra with a practiced hand. Once he’d freed the straps from your arms, he tossed the satin cups away, making you giggle. 

You took his face in your hands and met him with a searing kiss. You already felt his desire pressing against your inner thigh. It made heat flood down between your legs, right where you both wanted him to be.

The book laid forgotten on the coffee table. Probably for the rest of the day, if Alec had anything to do with it.

Sometimes he annoyed the hell out of you, but he could be very persuasive...

So you decided to put your hobby aside and give your man some much needed attention. 

AN: This one's short, but I had a lot of fun with it. 😂💜 Let me know what you think!

Alec's such a fun (and deceptively complex) character. I so enjoyed exploring him more in the mini series I have coming up in January: "Being Human." In case you missed the preview I posted last week, here it is...

👀 Sneek Peak:

Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”

“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.

Alec scoffs and holds his chest.

“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”

But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.

Damn, he smells good, you think.

“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”

His smile makes your heart beat faster...

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[rodolfoparras]

Pillow talk

Pairing: FTM! Peter B. Parker x Top Male Reader

Synopsis: In which Peter, a married man, gets off to the thought of being with someone other than his spouse

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, emotional infidelity, cheating kink, pillow humping, masturbation, oral sex, Peter has a size kink, Peter being a bit of a pervert

A/n: as always pls excuse any mistakes I tried a new writing style here, also if you want you can listen to More Than Friends by Isabel LaRosa while reading this since it’s heavily inspired by it!

A tired sigh escapes Peter’s lips as his bones bleed into the sheets. The window’s cracked ajar, allowing cold autumn air to mingle with the smell of MJ’s perfume that’s lingering around in the room.

He’s stripped down to nothing but his tattered pink robe, searing skin exposed to the chilly sensation emitting from his wedding ring as it trails along the length of his body.

For the first time in a while Peter’s gotten some time alone.

MJ has taken Mayday for the day and left so that Peter could have the house to himself, claiming he’d been pent up for a while and supposedly needed a break.

Peter hadn’t argued against it but had instead taken the offer with grace since it’s true that he has been feeling pent up but not for the reason MJ thinks. Peter’s sure that if she knew the reason behind his recent behaviors she wouldn’t be so willing to help him.

For the last couple of weeks Peter’s been plagued with the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor, not his next door neighbor because that man is a menace and Peter’s pretty sure the hate’s mutual.

Instead he’s come to the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor on the floor below him, that neighbor being you.

At first he was sure that he hated you since you made his spider senses tingle, well at least that’s what he thought it was.

He’d first met you at a neighborhood block party. You had recently moved in or so he had heard and were more than eager to get acquainted with the neighbors for whatever reason.

You were lounging around in a lawn chair when he had first arrived with MJ and Mayday.

The poor thing threatened to give out under your weight but you paid it no mind as you entertained a conversation with a neighbor and nourished a beer in your hand.

When you rose to greet him, Peter noticed that you were a whole head taller than him so it was no wonder that you made his spider senses tingle.

He tried his best to ignore you but even when he couldn’t see you, he could smell you since you wore this stupid cologne that smelled stronger than anything MJ’s ever worn before and because of that he could always tell when you were lingering around.

If he thought that smelling and seeing you was bad then touching you was something else.

He’d purposely opted out of a handshake when you first greeted each other but that didn’t save his spider sense from going into overdrive after having your knees knock together while you were sat at the same table or having your elbows brush against each other while scooping up leftovers.

However even though you made his spider sense go off, Peter had quickly realized that you weren’t a threat, at least not a dangerous one.

You were friendly and always made sure to spark up a conversation with him, even when you'd be in a rush to something.

You’d go out your way to bring him any of his mail or packages that happened to be misplaced.

Hell you'd even baby sat Mayday a handful of times so it was safe to say you weren’t a threat. But for whatever reason Peter couldn’t seem to get you out of his head.

Especially after hearing your ever so polite voice protruding through his thin bedroom walls, your dirty words squeezing between his and Mj’s hushed conversations. Or seeing the way you basically engulfed whoever was in your arms but unlike the lawn chair they seemed to thrive from being in your embrace. And escaping the smell of your cologne turned out to be a hard feat since every other day someone would be prancing around in one of your shirts dozed in the smell of it.

He doesn’t even remember when he started making sure that he’d be the one to pick Mayday up from your house, just to see whatever lounge wear you’d be prancing around in that day and the bit of skin that always seemed to show through it.

He doesn’t remember when he started hoping that the mailman would misplace yet another letter or package just so that he could feel your calloused fingertips brushing against his as you handed him something.

He doesn’t even remember when he started biting his tongue just so he wouldn’t ask you who he had seen standing outside your door the previous night.

He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He has MJ and he has Mayday and as far as he knows he’s happy. He’s just pent up, like MJ had said.

It’s not like Peter and MJ don’t have sex. It’s just that she doesn’t do it for him, at least not anymore.

Every time they get intimate he’d have to fake an orgasm or jerk off after she’d gone to bed. Lately he’s even had to pretend to be asleep every time she tried to initiate something because he simply wasn’t up for it.

So he’d find other ways to entertain himself and one of the ways being with inappropriate thoughts of his neighbor.

And things kind of escalate from there not in the literal sense since you’re so fucking polite, wont even look at him twice, keeping a respectful distance to a man who has a kid and a wife.

But God Peter wishes that you did, so much so he imagines you pinning him to the bed, hip to hip, chest to chest, those strong arms and thighs caging him into the mattress

The tattered robe wrapped around his frame doesn’t compare to the way your body would feel on top of his. But he keeps it on anyway, closes his eyes and pretends that the hand leisurely dragging across his limbs is your body pushing down onto his.

He imagines the way your lips would slot together, hot breath washing over his cheek as you whisper dirty words to him.

A thumb finds his lips, teasingly tugging and taunting at the bottom lip. It feels nothing like your calloused fingertips but his tongue peaks past his lips, tasting the salty skin before sinking down on it.

He imagines how you’d tease and taunt him in that polite voice of yours that managed to whisper such dirty words, how you’d mock him for wanting to be fucked like a bitch in heat despite the wedding band digging into his skin, maybe you’d force him to say it just so that he hears it from his own lips or so that the whole neighborhood can hear how desperate he is.

He imagines you straddling his waist grinding into him while wearing nothing but your boxers, teasing him to point where he’s soaking through his own pair of underwear.

A hand slides down his chest, blunt nails dragging down his happy trail, only to stop at the fringe of curls atop of his cunt, tugging and taunting til he’s all worked up.

He imagines your long fingers thrusting into him , or making him finger himself while wearing his wedding band, prepping himself to be fucked by someone other than his spouse.

And God he’s already so wet, fingers easily coating in his arousal as he trails them up his cunt, and in that very moment he can't help but think how MJ never gets him like this.

But his fingers are not enough- this little fantasy of his is not enough but you’re too good to do anything about it so he rolls onto his stomach before propping the pillow between his legs, pretending it’s your face.

He imagines the bed creaking under your shared weight, and the way the smell of your cologne would engulf his senses. He imagines the way your calloused fingertips would sink into the supple skin of his thighs and the way your ever so polite voice would sound as you command him to properly sit down.

He starts moving slowly, rolling his hips cautiously, imagining the way your tongue would experimentally delve through his folds.

The pillow slides in between his folds, coarse fabric creating a steady pressure onto his engorged numb, not enough to overwhelm his senses but enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through his body every time he moves his hips.

He imagines you wanting to take your time with him wanting to taste him, tongue licking a strip along his cunt up to his puffy clit where you’d continue to tease him until he’s begging and urging you to hurry before someone can find the two of you like this.

But you wouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t care if anyone were to find you like this, hand slapping his ass in warning before you continued to do as you pleased.

His hand cups the globe of his cheek, much like the way you’d do it if you were with him, except his fingers feel nothing like yours. But the cold sensation from his ring as it slaps his searing skin sends sparks of pleasure coursing through his entire body and for one second it almost feels like you’re actually there with him.

The coarse fabric of the pillow case reminds him so much of your stubble and it’s so wrong but feels so right - the thought of being fucked by someone other than his wife as huffs and pants escape his lips, hips moving faster as he wanders back to his fantasy.

He imagines you having him so worked up to the point where Peter’s long forgotten about the fact that someone can just walk in on you two because the bed’s creaking and he’s loudly begging and pleading for you to stop teasing.

Eventually you'd take pity on him, showing him mercy by properly latching onto his puffy clit, eagerly suckling on it before tonguing his hole.

He adjusts his hips, and the angle in which the pillow hits his clit changes slightly, and intensifies the sensation along with it.

“Oh- oh fuck!” He squeals out, toes curling as he throws his head back.

He imagines the way you’d easily have him teetering on the edge of his release with Peter begging and pleading for you to let him finish.

He can almost taste it, can hear the Squelching sounds mingling with the sound of needy noises escaping his lips. He can even smell his arousal: strong and heady, knowing he’s probably stained the pillow under him and will need to wash it before MJ comes back but for now he can’t find it in himself to care.

He’s so close, needs just a bit more -and that’s when he picks up on the sound of your footsteps walking up the stairs, smells the scent of your cologne bleeding into the air.

You must be on your way to his apartment to bring yet another misplaced package.

And Peter knows it’s wrong but it feels so right, feels himself tip over the edge as you read what’s written on the parcel, out loud

“To Peter B. Parker, please handle with care”

[dave2olkat]

“You know, if I were someone else I’d be somewhat suspicious about how much information you seem to have on every person you meet or stumble across,” Dave mentioned to Sollux, sitting in the cockpit beside him. “Then again, if I were someone else I would have probably hid your warning about not associating with you and I’d be short one pilot, one apiary expert, one warp core engineer, and one excellent wing-man, so I’d try not to see a horse gift on the mouth.”

Here is the cover for my Davesolkat Rebellion Fanfic, where everyone's stuck on a Timeloop and it's up to Sollux to save everyone, and up to Dave to save Sollux from himself...

[spinaroos-47]

Red dahlias surround my heart

Ao3

"You told me that there weren't any Golden Guards before me, before the empire. But…in my latest expedition to the Knee, I found…something. A…A statue, of someone. They had my mask, uncle. They were surrounded by bodies." "And. And I was cleaning your desk a while ago. One of the books mentioned a…a grimwalker. What's a grimwalker?"

- Salem begins to unfold The HorrorsTM

(He uses he/they pronouns, btw)

Warning: death implied very unsubtly

 Was it worth it? Belos was a busy man, it was late, and he shouldn't even be there. The Head was sacred ground, no one really dared to go there. No one except the emperor. In passing he had mentioned that the Titan sometimes asked for him to stay at the Head, to realize whatever they needed from him.

 The place creeped Salem out of his mind, those were forbidden grounds, and he was an intruder. But he needed to know, know that everything was just made up by his mind or a cruel joke played on him by wild witches. That what he learned wasn't true. That the statue in Rodilla wasn't real. His first decision as Head Historian after this trip would be to revise those books. If he would even come back to the castle after that.

 This sinking feeling was hard to fight. Belos… Belos loved them, he trusted Salem with so much, so many secrets that could spell trouble if they ever got out of the castle walls. He wouldn't hurt them, the curse hadn't had an outburst in ages, it was manageable now. But that still was a possibility, even if small. An emergency palisman was in their pocket, just in case.

 But would they even want to come back home? If those things were true then what else could they have gotten wrong? And if it was false then Belos might not even want him around anymore after that. No one wants a gullible person around.

 The immense door stared indifferently at him,  gathering whatever courage he had to open it. His hands couldn't stop holding and massaging one another, the tremors aggravating with the constant cold winds of that place. It was so quiet up there, no signs of life except a few witch-made structures, though those had been abandoned for centuries. You could walk for miles on end and not find a single soul out there.

 Apprehension was eating him alive at that point, keeping him awake at night, making him forget to eat until his legs nearly gave out. This had to stop.

 His knuckle hitting the door echoed through the corridor, chilling his blood to colder than the air surrounding him. Every single fiber in his body screamed for him to leave, that this was a mistake, but his legs were planted to the ground as if they were made of stone. Was that how the previous one felt when they got petrified? Scared out of their mind but unable to move?

 One hand managed to grab a fistful of the hem of his uniform, squeezing it to oblivion. Not that it did much to ground him at the moment. The strange pattern on the door briefly glowed a faint white light before it was opened by a hand covered in a very familiar metallic gauntlet. Not a warm face welcomed his arrival, just the cold unemotive mask of the emperor looking down at him.

"Salem. I told you to stay at the castle."

"I-I know, but I need to speak to you, it's urgent." The emperor looked back inside the room, filling the space between the two with a deafening silence, stretching further and further through every second.

"Come in, then."

 What was behind the door wasn't anything he expected to find. He'd been on that corridor many times before, to accompany the emperor up to the door and to drop supplies, but never went past it. That room intrigued him since he was small, barely tall enough to be able to hold Belos' hand.

 It looked normal, a lot like the laboratory at the castle, if not for the location and lack of tubes and pipes everywhere. It was very dark in there, moonlight barely seeped through the holes at the walls. Something circular sat on one of the tables, covered by cloth, but it was mostly books and parchment… fairly empty, to be honest. Why did he have to go here that often?

 Choosing to focus on that didn't help on calming his nerves, tugging at his knuckles while he looked around, sometimes brushing the stray hairs away from his face, to little success. The mask never really worked on hiding his emotions from others, especially Belos, his body betrayed any façade he tried to keep, this time more than any other.

 His uncle sat on one of two chairs that were in that room, taking off his own mask. Titan, he looked so tired.

"Sit with me, please."

"No, I'm, I'm good. Thank you."

"Alright. So, what is it that you wanted to speak with me that badly?"

 There it goes.

"I…I have some questions about my position."

"You told me that there weren't any Golden Guards before me, before the empire. But…in my latest expedition to the Knee, I found…something." Salem continued, shifting their weight from one leg to the other, staring at the ground. They could feel their uncle's eyes burning glares into their head.

"A…A statue, of someone. They had my mask, uncle. They were surrounded by bodies." The image of the scene never left their mind, the cracked bone under their foot, the peek of a decomposing body, the snow lumps arranged in a circle around the statue. The statue pointing their staff at… something.

"And. And I was cleaning your desk a while ago. One of the books mentioned a…a  grimwalker. What's a grimwalker?"

 He knew exactly what it was. The half a dozen or so books hidden under the floorboards of his room could confirm it. But he needed to hear it from Belos. To know that it is all a bunch of lies and schemes. That it isn't true, that he is not a grimwalker and that his eyes and everything else are a weird coincidence.

 The emperor hadn't said anything yet, just observed Salem pace around, interlocked fingers supporting his chin. He sighed as the weight shifted from one hand to the other.

"Well, you must be tired, perhaps we should leave this for the morning. Not a good idea to discuss this kind of topic this late."

"I need to know now, Uncle. Please."

 Pressure wasn't something Salem even imagined about doing against his uncle, but he had to know. He had to confirm it, put the final nail in this coffin, throw the body on the river to sink and never return again. No switching topics, no leaving for tomorrow.

"I suppose you already know what it is, don't you?" Standing up, he slowly walked up to Salem, brows furrowed. There was still a certain softness to his words, though. "You're a curious witch, Salem. Can't leave a stone unturned if you set your mind to it."

 Belos brushed their hair away from the mask, smoothing it down before pulling up the hood for them. One hand rested on Salem's shoulder, gentle, barely noticeable.

 So it was true, wasn't it? It was all true. The statue, the grimwalker books, everything.

"...I wasn't actually rescued from the rubble in Rodilla, was I?"

 It barely crawled out of their mouth, choking on itself.

"I didn't come from the Knee, right? Where did I really come from?"

 What else did he lie about? All those stories Belos told, were they even true or are they all fabricated too?

Their eyes started burning, no matter how hard they blinked. Why? Why?

"Why did you lie to me?"

 His uncle is quiet once again. Now both hands were on his shoulders, locking him in place by the pauldrons. The emperor's eyes trailed off again, like the answer was in one of the holes in the wall. The bubbling warmth on his chest worsened.

"Look at yourself now. When you know too much, you start slipping away. Your mind wanders to dangerous places. I couldn't let the same happen to you." The cold gauntlet cupped their cheek and mask, tugging their head upwards to meet his eyes. "It was for your own good. Though it wasn't enough, it seems."

"...How do I know you're not lying about this too?" The second they spewed these words their heart sank in a panic, heartstrings pulled tight. A gloved hand only met metal instead of a mouth, as if it could take back what had just been said. Dear Titan, what were they thinking??

 Belos' eyes darkened, mouth curved into a scowl, the pooling anxiety on their stomach growing at every little movement. Or lack of it.

"It truly pains me to hear you say this, Salem. I only want the best for you, and this is what you think of me? A liar?"

"No! I didn't-."

"I gave you a home, a life, and you thank me like this? By doubting me?"

"I-I, I don't know! All this, how do I know that this isn't another lie?!"

 Salem yanked their shoulders out of his grip, backing up against the wall, nearly tripping on their own cloak, creating distance between the two. Their eyes were glued to the ground, avoiding him in the stone.

 Holy thorns, their knees felt like they were made of water, shaking just as much as their fists. Lifting their head, they're only met by hair falling in front of the mask and Belos ' eyes staring down at them.

 Silence fell back on them again, eyes dead set on each other. Their throat was raw, flooded with pressure from the chest, body shaking uncontrollably after raising their voice. Heart racing, their mouth continued anyways.

"Why was I created?? What about the other Golden Guard? Why were they petrified in the Knee surrounded by corpses?!"

 It all came flooding down, but the emperor didn't say anything about any of those questions. He just stared. The bubbling turned into a knot, they barely could breathe anymore, drawing in shallow breaths. His silence brought more unpleasant answers than spoken words could.

"...Why did you-"

"I see how it is. I can't seem to keep it from you anymore."

 He passes by Salem, opening the door, beckoning for them to come closer.

"Follow me."

 They do, pausing for a moment. Belos again rests his hand on their shoulder, guiding them out of the room. The droning is still going below their feet, and the corridor now felt even colder than before, vertigo beginning to settle in.

"I'm not going to keep any more secrets from you, alright?"

"...You promise?"

"I promise, Salem. From now on, no more secrets between us."

 He hugged them, caressing their hair. The only thing their face could feel was the mask pressing against their skin and his shoulder. His hands were soft, pulling them closer, gently patting their head.

 It was so comforting. It was suffocating. Everything ached now. They could go back to normal, forget everything that happened in the last three months, this nightmare could finally end…

 Their hands grasped the fabric of his tunic, knuckes trembling at the effort.

 But it didn't feel right. How can they trust him after that?

…It is tempting, though. To go back to some kind of normalcy, to not worry about this any longer. To believe in their uncle's words again. What would they even do now? Follow him back home? Run away? It all made their head swirl.

 The cold returns when Belos stops, as they go back to walking a little longer, stopping at the middle of the bridge. A void of nothingness lurked past the pillars, who quickly disappeared into the inky abyss below them.

"Why did we stop?"

"Can you see what's down there? At the bottom?"

"...No."

 They stepped closer to the edge, squinting, trying to see anything past the darkness. Nothing could really be made out this far away. A flash crosses their mind, sinking on their stomach.

"...What is down there?"

"The truth."

 A small click is heard from behind them. A horribly familiar one

 Chills run down their spine like a shock.

 Everything turned red.

[aprill-99]

I always like the “who are they when they’re at home?” dynamic. It’s another point for sidekicks, siblings, love interests, and right hands I think. In stories and in life. I love the POV of whoever gets to see that because they have the ability to go:

“Oh sure, they’re the savior of all man kind/faerie princess/chosen one/lord of darkness/pop star/ pro athlete/aristocrat/wizard/ crime boss/high ruler. No one is saying they aren’t accomplished. What I am saying is that only one of us has ever walked face first in to a sliding glass door, and it sure as shit wasn’t me.”

[soulless-bex]

was listening to music while driving, as one does, when my brain, the silly little thing goes:

wouldn’t it be funny if dick grayson killed the joker (who stays dead because he deserves to be) for killing jason and goes through a whole breakdown over whether or not jason would approve of what he did, ultimately deciding that no, jason the happy robin would not be happy with his big brother, no matter how strained their relationship may have been before his death, killing a man out of revenge

cue jason as red hood, pre identify reveal, asking nightwing about what happened to the joker (because of course bruce had it covered up, because in his twisted little mind, a vigilante permanently taking out the mass murderer who is singlehandedly the number one cause of death in gotham would break the gothamites’ trust in them). nightwing admits, because since the joker is dead jason doesn’t have a reason to push the dramatics as much, he’s just fucking with the bats and keeping crime alley safe, and jason has his turn at a breakdown because he just found out someone actually avenged him

emotional reunion. everyone is happy. the end.

[dspd]

What if Hardison naming his van Lucille is a shout-out to watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air after school and, like a lot of latchkey/lonely kids, forming an attachment to Uncle Phil while daydreaming about being wanted and loved and chosen, the way a lot of kids in the system feel.

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