I need inspiration to write the second part of this series, so I'm going to put this little something out into the world and hope for the best. Enjoy!
Wade looked down again, absentmindedly scratching a patch of red skin on his belly. "Sometimes it's hard to be in my head," he explained. "There's too much noise and I like it when you're in charge," he looked up, smiling timidly, "and when you… say things, like, nice things when we're fucking?"
Peter frowned. He wasn't really talkative during sex —in fact, when they were together, it was Wade the one that filled the silence with incessant chatter while Peter usually just made a few muffled sounds—, so it took him a moment to understand what Wade meant.
There was just one context in which Peter really used his voice to push Wade to the limit and it was during a scene. Of all the things that happened in moments like those, Peter couldn't believe what Wade enjoyed the most was Peter's reassuring words, but then he remembered Wade's praise kink the merc insisted he didn't have and it all made sense. Peter regretted never giving in to his own urge to explicitly show his approval every time he felt Wade thrusting inside him or when he saw Wade's body tensing as he came down Peter's throat, but it was something he was going to correct right then and there.
"Hoodie stays off," he ordered, immediately jumping into Wade's request and standing up to give him some space to move. "Lay on your stomach, arms at the sides, eyes looking straight ahead. Safe word?" Peter asked, unfastening his own jeans but keeping them on for now.
"Don't need it," Wade mumbled into the pillow, maintaining the position. Peter dropped the act at once.
"I'm serious, Wade. Remember you don't have to use it if you don't need it," he reasured him. "But I want to make sure you know it's there." After getting no answer, he added: "Or we can stop the whole thing until you feel more comfortable. I promise I won't change my mind about this."
Wade grunted, rubbing his face against the pillow, annoyed. Peter waited patiently. When he thought that was all that was going to happen, Wade said: "Green."
"Good boy," Peter smiled and resumed the scene, planting a soft kiss on the back of Wade's head, satisfied with the muffled moan he got in response.
Emma Perkins [click for higher res] | Black Friday (Hatchetfield Series) | Aro fic | #AAW26
-> BF(F)
After losing her sister and being estranged from the rest of her family, Emma had resigned herself to being alone for the rest of her life.
She was fine with that; she never wanted or needed anyone… Then Paul walked into Beanie's.
Or aro!Emma finds a guy who has no problem with her way of (not) loving.
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Pink Rabbits by anastasiapullingteeth (@anastasiawritingfics)
Fandoms: Spiderman, Deadpool, Marvel
Relationships: Spideypool
Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Aunt May
Why I like it: Hurt/Comfort, Deadpool being a Spiderman fanboy
Summary: Now, sitting half naked on Wade’s bed with his mask still on, he wondered what was the best way to tell Deadpool it was time for him to go back from where he came.
or
Deadpool decided to take up residence in Peter's universe and Peter has had enough of him already. If only he wasn't sleeping with the guy.
Chapters: 7/7
Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Rating: Explicit
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon (NWH/D&W), Friends With Benefits to Lovers, Denial of Feelings, Eventual Happy Ending
Summary:
Mornings in New York were something Peter didn't appreciate as much as he should on his day to day life. He was always busy, running from one job to the next, trying to function above the sleep deprivation caused by his late patrols and his overly enthusiastic bed partner, so the sunrise was something he normally didn't care much about when there was always something he had to take care of. But Saturdays... those were different. On Saturdays, Peter could really breathe.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/6
Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Rating: Explicit
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon (NWH/D&W), Friends With Benefits to Lovers, Denial of Feelings, Eventual Happy Ending, Time Skips, Spit As Lube, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex
Summary:
Wade is gone and Peter feels guilty, but his mind refuses to give him a break.
I feel I should apologize for the previous chapter, but this one is better... slightly, lol.
February 14 is International Jetaire Day because that's the day I met the wonderful, the absolutely lovely @demonsonthemoon ... many years ago.
Life has been hectic lately, but I didn't want to miss our day, so here's a short fic I wrote thinking of you.
Love you! ♡
See Me. Feel Me. Touch Me. Heal Me
Jehan had never expected to be chosen.
From a very young age, he had learned to live on the margins. His parents were always busy, and his grandparents, who had raised him, were more interested in their social events and parties, which often required Jehan to behave like an adult, even though he was just a little boy. Living in a house surrounded by adults, with no one close to his age to share his life with, had created a sense of detachment that was difficult to shake. Then he became a teenager and realized that this extended far beyond his immediate family.
At an age when all his classmates were trying to win over girls, Jehan immersed himself in his books and poems. He was the typical outcast, but he knew that, more than anything, it was his discomfort with romance that prevented him from connecting with his peers. Not only was he rather awkward at interacting with others his age due to his old-fashioned upbringing, but he also completely lacked the ability to fall in love, which seemed to be a basic social skill for a 16 year old boy. Little did he know that this inability would cause him to struggle even in his adult life.
By 29, not much had changed, but then he joined Les Amis and met Grantaire.
Every Thursday, Les Amis gathered at Feuilly's book shop to talk politics, art, and their next fundraiser; Jehan had never felt more alive. Enjolras was impressive; his passion, his dedication, everything about him was truly inspiring, but as fascinating as he could be —and despite everyone thinking Jehan would be closer to him because of their similar upbringing—, Jehan found himself gravitating towards Grantaire, who was completely different from him.
Because under the contagious humor, the clever remarks and the unparalleled ability to retain and recite data that challenged their beloved leader, Grantaire harbored a sadness that drew Jehan in, one he could relate to, a feeling that compelled him to want to be with him, though he wasn't sure on what terms. The first time they slept together, Jehan got his answer.
Grantaire was the kind of friend he'd never had. One he could talk to about everything without shame or judgment, and Grantaire would do the same with him; so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Grantaire confessed he'd developed feeling for Enjolras. It shouldn't, but it did. Because even though Jehan had never expected to be chosen, a part of him truly longed for it. Selfish, perhaps (what did he have to offer, after all), but it was a feeling that existed despite logic telling him it was absurd. Jehan, incapable of falling in love, wanted to be the only one. Truly absurd.
But that didn't stop him from going home on the days Grantaire walked by his side with the sinking feeling that that was the last time, that come tomorrow, Grantaire would be gone forever and Jehan could do nothing to stop him. What can you do when you have nothing to give back? It was a matter of time until Grantaire showed up with a final revelation: "I'm leaving". And he'd have to let him go, there was no way out of it.
So Jehan waited. And waited. And waited, but that dreadful moment never came.
Every time, Grantaire came back to him and stayed. He would occasionally talk about Enjolras: his admiration for their leader, the way he made his blood boil, how annoying, charming, and incredible he was... but it never went beyond that. Grantaire never spoke of his future plans or whether he intended to pursue him. Nothing. Until Jehan had to ask.
It was unnerving to expose his fears like that, but he knew—or trusted—that Grantaire would never use them against him. He would never mock him for feeling insecure. Maybe he was going to leave him, but he was still his best friend, and Jehan trusted him.
"Have you told Enjolras you're in love with him yet?"
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