#🕸️ ... chosen family

[yohyagisawa]

rentry ☆ jadyn ,, they/them & 8teen

[lazyjellyfish300]

H-hey mootie

So it’s my birthday this week

So if you would make a blurb about drider!Miguel killing readers shitty husband then fucking her 🕷️

I would love it 🥺🥺🥺

Yes it’s Halloweeny that’s cause I didn’t have the energy to write it myself no matter the word count or format I know you can do it Justice!! Love ya!!

YES U CAN MY WONDERFUL MOOT. 🎉🎂 Dedicated to the amazing moot 🖤 HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILYYY 🕸️🕷️ @cullen-rutherford-wifey

Huge thanks to my moot adqui for the Spanish translation help, and to @politemenacephd for the inspiration and their flawless Drider!Miguel smut in Arachnophilia that helped me a ton with this fic. 🖤

can I be him

CW: MINORS DNI, X FEM!READER, MONSTERFUCKING, SMUT, P IN V, LOTS OF CUM, NIPPLE PLAY, LIGHT BONDAGE, SPIT, BREEDING, CREAMPIE, ANAL PLAY(idk if that's what it's called) EDGING, DRIDER!MIGUEL, ANGST, MUTUAL PINING, SLIGHTLY STALKER ISH BEHAVIOR, GRAPHIC BLOOD AND VIOLENCE, DOMESTIC DISPUTE, YOU HAVE A SHITTY HUSBAND, MURDER, INFIDELITY, A DARKER PIECE PLS PLSSSSS MIND THE WARNINGS.

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Miguel shouldn't be doing this. But he can't help it. It was wrong to watch you like this. To want you like this. 

The warm glow cast by the screen floating in front of him softened his chiseled features as he gazed longingly at you through the portal of dimensions that kept you apart. 

A gorgeous, living variant of his own version of you that he could not save. The only one out of thousands he had come across. And believe that when he first lost you, his unfathomable grief kept him searching, scouring, waiting, hoping for months that there was one more universe out there where death didn't rip you away. 

And the first he discovered just had to be one where you belonged to someone else. 

Dated for almost five years now. Married for going on three. And the kicker was that bastard didn't even deserve you. 

The multiverse was cruel. In every other reality, tragedy irrevocably tainted the legacy of Miguel O'Hara. 

Always so close, and yet, never finding peace in any set of cards he was coldly dealt. 

In this particular dimension he was watching you from, he was a mutant with his top half being that of a man and the lower half, that of a spider. A large abdomen adorned in fuzzy black hair with eight enormous thick legs like a tarantula and venomous fangs, irises of bleeding crimson to match. He was a drider. A monster, as far as he was concerned. 

But there were times when he'd watch you that he'd allow himself to be crazy enough to dream that you could love someone like him.

At least in his mind he wasn't chained back by his fears and insecurities. At least for now in the sanctity of his office, your shitty husband didn't exist and you weren't lightyears away in an opposite plane of reality. You could be free to be all his, monstrous features be damned.

A version of you loved him once, would it really be all that far fetched to think you could possibly learn to love him again?

---

Another long day ended. You exhaled a weary sigh as you left the cold of late fall that was descending quickly into winter in the icy world behind you. Closing the door to your house that seldom felt like home these days. 

You supposed your life was okay, but still you wouldn't have chosen it had you known this feeling of monotony would haunt you everywhere you went.

From your job, to sometimes family, but most of all your marriage. Nearly all your life, you felt out of place, but never quite like this. You supposed it started as early as nine months into your relationship with your now husband. 

When he stopped buying flowers, when his texts became fewer, hours at work became longer, his patience shorter. You chalked it up to the unpredictable ebbs and flows of love.

"Love isn't perfect. Not all rainbows and butterflies," you were told time and time again. 

When your husband wanted to, he could be great. When he was bad, he could be exceptionally worse. But how could you be so sure? With practically nothing to compare it to, you supposed this was simply the path that was carved out for you. Mediocrity may be disappointing but passion alone couldn't keep a roof over your head. Stability was still a wiser thing to choose than comfortability. 

Even so, on the eve of your birthday, the empty spot next to you in bed that you slowly became accustomed to delivered that sharp reminder of just how lonely you really were. 

Tears fell and seeking solace, you shamelessly indulged and allowed your mind to visualize him. That mystery man from afar who haunted your dreams and took up permanent residence in your mind with his bewitching crimson eyes. Sometime around when you suspected the love your husband once had for you had all but ceased. 

You don't know why, but this being seemed to call for you, seemed to speak to you. To that forgotten part inside that for the life you couldn't explain why it remained empty.

It was almost like a cosmic bond to him, an adept yearning. An invisible lining etched into your very being that somehow recalled him in a different life. That gorgeous face without a name. 

Miguel. 

----

Miguel stirs awake, realizing he was a victim of sleep while watching you. His attention is called immediately to a growing spat between you and your husband. 

"I asked a simple fucking question, John. Where. were. you."

"And I GAVE YOU A SIMPLE FUCKING ANSWER. Don't. fucking. worry. about. it." 

Miguel sits up, high on alert, spider senses kicking in. Something about John's tone this time was highly unsettling. 

"You know what, I've lost count by now, John..." You flung your hands in the air, weary, defeated and broken down by the endless disappointment, tear soaked trails running from your eyes that hadn't stopped since last night. "But of all the days out of the year...you just couldn't keep it in your pants on my fucking birthday..." 

"Do you fucking hear yourself??" John screamed.  "Nobody said anything about cheating! Where in this entire conversation has there ever even a hint about cheating? I'll fucking tell you: NONE." He points an accusatory finger. "You brought this all on yourself, not me!" 

"It was Carla again, wasn't it." You nodded with a tearful sob, pacing around the living room.  "Carla, fucking, Carla..."

Maybe fixing these pillows could distract you from the agonizing realization that you were reliving the nightmare of John's infidelity. Going on three for three when you thought the first and second time he had learned enough. 

"I didn't sleep with goddamn Carla!!" John grabs a mug and hurls it at the wall. 

That's it. Miguel draws a portal immediately. His yearning had reached a breaking point, and this fight was all the push he needed to come to shove. Miguel O'Hara normally obeyed the rules, but this version of him was unlike the others. 

No rule was above being broken when it came to the lengths he would go for you. 

"Real fucking mature, John. What are you gonna do huh? Gonna hit me, choke me?? Maybe then you'll actually be half the man you think you are!" 

"Ohhh you fucking little..." 

But before the worst can happen, an otherworldly threat makes itself known with a random buzzing orange window opening, allowing an enormous half man, half spider through. 

You and your husband scream in horror, your conflict between you temporarily forgotten. 

"Shit shit SHITTTT!!! WHAT THE FUCK!! John what's happening??" 

"I don't fucking know..." John mumbles in disbelief, flinching as Miguel's long legs pound on the hardwood floor, echoing under his formidable size. His eyes appeared menacing, deeply laced with venomous dislike as he glowered at John, but seemed to soften, if not only for just a fleeting moment when they landed on you. 

"If...if we both don’t get out of this. I need to tell you something" John mumbles almost incoherently as your fingers dug into his arm. 

"W-what?" You turn to look at John, at this face that housed a soul inside it that you once knew but no longer recognized. Almost wordlessly appealing to whatever final shred of respect he had left inside for you as a last ditch effort to give you some semblance of the man you once loved. 

"I ruined everything. Your sister and I fucked. Just know, I'm sorry..."

And before you could even have a moment to compute that final godforsaken dagger he had the nerve to drive into your heart, he shoved you in the way of the monster like a piece of meat so he could save his cowardly ass. 

"JOHN!" the sound was wretched and broken. Devasted by betrayal. You shrieked in fear and brought your arms over your head, prepared to absorb whatever immense pain was about to wrack your whole body, praying frantically for a quick death. 

But, you gasped in alarm when no such fate arrived and Miguel charged headfirst at your fleeing coward of a husband, pinning him to a wall as nearby photographs came down with crash of splintering glass. 

His head hit the wall with a deafening crack, a dark pool of maroon beginning to leak from behind him and drip out of his nose. 

He yelled but the sound was quickly muffled as Miguel's calloused hands wrapped around his throat, a couple trails of blood oozing down his fist.  

"B-babe....aacghkk...please m'ergh sorry, I'm..." John tried to choke out, his teeth now coated in sheer red from where he bit his tongue, quiet trickles audible as the blood from his head seeped onto the floor underneath him.  

Miguel was only moments away from crushing his windpipe, but he untensed his jaw when he heard you trying to catch your breath on the floor. He turned, taking note of how helpless and fearful you looked. 

Though it would have given him immense pleasure to pull the plug, he had to think of you first. 

"Do you mind?" He merely asks, his eyes cold as his fingers tightened just a bit. 

"P-please..." John croaks. "Please...Babe..."

You're still reeling from anger that was slowly turning to anguish. As you looked at John, for the first time you felt nothing. It only took years and him nearly sacrificing you before himself for you to wake up and realize the sorry shell of a man he had turned into. 

"Goodbye, John." You uttered like venom and turned away as you heard the sickening crackle and then wet sound of choking blood as Miguel snapped John's neck in half. 

----

"You okay?" 

"Fine."

Miguel could tell you were lying. After swiftly disposing of the body in a different dimension and washing up, he had came back to discover you hadn't moved an inch from your spot on the floor. Your numbness kept you anchored, gazing into the haunting abyss of the blood spatter that remained on the wall. 

"Hey, easy now. " Miguel murmured as you finally began to stand up. 

"I can handle my own, thanks." 

"Of course, I mean..." He clears his throat, stomach uneasy when you became short with him. "Sorry."

You two sat opposite each other in the living room with you and on the couch and Miguel on the floor as that was the only space that could accommodate him. 

Sometime during the seemingly infinite silence, you realized all of this bullshit your now dead ex managed to put you through in his final hours on earth made you profoundly indifferent to the fact a literal drider broke into your home. 

"Who are you?" You ask at last. "And why didn't you kill me too?"

Miguel looks at you quickly, glad the empty silence was broken at last. "My name is Miguel." He looks down, shame in his expression. "And I, well.."

He doesn't think he should divulge all of his secrets yet. Surviving near death by drider and having your husband's cheating revealed shortly before his untimely death was more than enough burden to bear. 

"I'm not from around here." 

"I gathered that." Your eyes rake over his enormous form. You should be beside yourself. This man creature just killed your husband after all. But something about his voice was calming. Oddly soothing. Dare you say it was, rather attractive?

"So what are you, half spider?" 

For the first time, an inkling of amusement shows on his face. "What, did my eight legs give it away?" 

"Just a little." You hum, bringing your knees to your chest as you allowed yourself to relax. 

"You know, you're...eerily calm about all of this." 

"Heh...I know. Guess I kind of feel like I'm still asleep and I'm gonna wake up any minute." 

"Wanna test that theory?" Miguel quirks a brow. 

You pinch yourself while keeping your deadpan stare, holding it for a moment as if it would do anything. "Nope." 

"Wow." Miguel says sarcastically to which you can't help but snicker. "So, do weird occurrences like this happen to you often? Still doesn't explain why you're not completely hysterical about all this." 

"I watch the news." You shrug. "Crazy shit happens in New York all the time. What with Spider-Man being a thing and all. Just a step above normal, I'd say." 

"Ah." It made sense. Miguel should've known your dimension had its own spider. A little bit of relief washed over him. At least this made things a bit less messy on his end. He falls silent again, stealing little glances of you now and then. 

You were fucking ethereal in person. Being this close was something he only dreamed about. Now that it was happening in real time, he was wracking his mind desperately for ideas on how to drag it out as long as he could. 

"So if I may: how'd you become half spider?" You ask the hard question at last. 

Miguel raises his eyebrows, somewhat relieved you took the first leap. He proceeds to tell you about his lab accident, and how he became spliced with spider DNA.

He tells you about the multiverse, and how there are many versions of him out there with the same story, but his cursed him with the lower half of a mutant unlike most. 

"So, if there's a whole multiverse out there, are there multiple versions of myself too?" You lean your chin on your hand like a curious pupil. 

Miguel nods stiffly, trying to disguise the weight of the information he held. "Yeah. "

You go silent again, then you ask, "Did you know me in your own universe?"

Miguel's heart pangs subtly at the reminder. "Yeah, I did..." He looks away from you but you can't help but continue to stare at him. 

He really was so pleasant to look at. That brown, wavy hair that curled just slightly at the ends you could only imagine would run like silk between your fingers, eyes a hue of red that couldn't be replicated anywhere except the deep center of the rarest rose, lulling voice that dripped from those full lips. This formidableness about him that crumbled into gentleness only when it came to you did absolutely nothing but pull you closer to him. 

For the first time, those unconnected dots in that unanswered part of you in your dreams might be falling into place. 

"Was I quite close to you?" Your heart steadily begins to pick up. 

Miguel shook under his desire to just let the facade fall away and pull you into his arms. But he remained still as he looked back at you, silent plea from behind his words that was only articulated in those eyes that put bleeding sunsets to shame.

"You meant the world to me." 

The pieces coming together prompted these strong emotions you weren't expecting, coming out in broken tears. "So that's why you found me..." You shook your head. 

Miguel's heart tugs outside of his chest. He stands up, drawing closer, then his legs folded as he leaned in to where you sat on the couch. When you didn't pull away, he got the courage to cup your face in both his hands, gently wiping the wetness away. 

"Why didn't you come get me sooner?" It clicks at that very moment. That tender gaze that graced you now could not belong to anyone other than your starcrossed beloved who visited every time you closed your eyes. 

"I wanted to." Miguel must suppress his own tears at this point. Oh how he wanted to, how he ached to.

"Believe me, I really did, mi vida.." 

His term of endearment for you just encourages you to liquify under his touch even more. "But why didn't you?? I was so miserable. I waited for you. I thought you weren't real. Thought you were never coming..." 

"I know, I know." Miguel closed his eyes when your foreheads met at last. This feeling of touching you for the first time elated him, shedded him of his internal torment. He felt like he was soaring.

"You were married and I was..." He sighs deeply, pulling away just a little, "I was... well, me." 

"What do you mean by that?" You furrow your brows, your heart panged by hurt, trying to understand why. Why he deprived himself of this thing you both clearly wanted when it was right there. 

"Nobody as beautiful as you would ever love someone who looks like me.." 

A pit falls to the bottom of your stomach and you immediately shake your head. "No...no, that couldn't be further from the truth, Miguel..." 

You sit up, leaning in as you took his face in your hands again. His eyes went wide in disbelief. "W-what are you..." 

A million chills erupt in Miguel's body that become embers of warmth as your lips touch for the first time. He holds his breath, then sighs. The little break in between the kiss and the low, gentle sound coming from him just encourages you to meet him again, and again. 

Your fingers wind their way into his hair and his own hands couldn't do anything but pull you even closer as the kiss deepened under the weight of the burning passion. The longing was set free, a million questions answered that just kept confirming to Miguel over and over that this couldn't be more right.  Canon be damned, rules be damned as your lips and your hands became a slow dance of sensual exploration. 

"Miguel..." 

"Please I-mnghhh..." He pleads then relents immediately as he lets his head roll gently back, allowing you to continue blazing tantalizing trails of kisses all over his neck. Because of the size difference between you both, he scoops you into his arms off the couch. He can't help but indulge the feeling of your body pressed against his, using his grip on your thighs to grind you ever so lightly against his abdomen. 

The pressure delivered from the press of his body shoots directly to your core and you shamelessly take that as permission to roll your hips slightly as you straddled him, releasing that first moan into his mouth when your lips came back up from exploring the warmth of his neck. 

That delicious little sound you make nearly wrecks him in the best way. Miguel moans equally louder as his kisses dial up in intensity. His teeth begin nipping intermittently as the kiss morphs into a passionate exchange of saliva and collision of lips on lips. The potent venom laced in his fangs pools with the building zeal and it seeps into your mouth, leaving sweet aftertaste whose foreignness only fuels your arousal. 

An enormous thud echoes as Miguel falls backwards, but it does absolutely nothing to deter the flame lit under you. You both find a comfortable rhythm as his hands guide your hips as you ride his large spider abdomen while your makeout session riled with fervor. The coarse bristly hairs were a delicious addition to the addicting friction with each slow roll of your body. Miguel's lips fall open and his eyes falter. You relish this feeling of power over him, this enormous drider who all but became a weak weak man when he was underneath you. 

You bite your lip as each heavenly movement inspires you to leave all shame at the door and start to put on a show. You card your fingers in your hair, moving it in your eyes in erotic display, groaning as you rolled your head every which way in careless abandon, letting your fingers dip in your mouth, squeezing your breasts. 

"Fuckkk me..." Miguel breathes out. "Fuck me, you're so...God, you're so beautiful..." He hands continue to knead the swell of your ass, gritting his teeth as his grip locks down even harder and he feels you humping directly over his slit where his phallus was hardening underneath the ocean of fur to the point of ache. 

His hands then move to play with your breasts, your eyes widened when the spot on your hips is quickly replaced with two of his smaller forelegs, one of them teasing the waistband of your pants as his human hands quickly unclasped your bra. 

"Miguellll...." You mewl as one of his forelegs holds your hip steady while the other works little circles through your clothed clit, all while you felt his warm, wet tongue flatten and tease your left nipple. All you can do at this point is moan and let him wreck you completely, this pleasure that was smoldering you from all sides. 

You gazed down, amazed and aroused to discover that the lower half attached to this beautiful man you were tangled in only fueled the desire, this taboo. Knowing fully well that he was capable of bloodshed, but for now he only wanted to fuck you. You grinded harder against him, answering his soft ministrations of your clit with eager gyrations of your hips. 

"Me vas a terminar matando..."(You'll end up killing me) He weakly chuckled, "So, so perfect..."

Miguel is intoxicated by your breasts, circulating and squeezing them together, while his lips dribbled and slobbered as he sucked them both greedily into his mouth in messy alteration.

Soon both round globes were coated in a dripping sheen of his venom, working the thickening syrup in sloppy circles over both nipples that tingled and numbed you so deliciously along with the teasing circles of his thumbs that it made your back arch to the heavens. 

He leaned back momentarily to admire his handiwork, lower jaw shiny with a mixture of venom and spit, a steamy yet filthy display of his subtle ownership he now felt over you. 

His. 

His rightful claim when he snapped your sorry ass excuse of a husband like a twig. Each little noise you made all for him only swelling his pride and confirming his suspicion that the loser couldn't make you cum like he could. 

Speaking of cumming, you were damn near close. Miguel doesn't want to be greedy and would love to let his sweet little darling cream and squirt all over his stomach right now, but the thought was more appealing for this first time being on his tongue or, if you were up for it, his drider cock. 

"I wanna cum, Miguel, please I wanna cum..." You whined, temporarily losing that sweet spot as he removed his forelegs from their massage on your clit. 

"I know baby, I'm gonna make you cum..." He kissed you. "You'll cum for me. Many times, I'll make sure of it..." He panted, moving a finger underneath your chin. "How do you feel about taking my cock?" 

The straightforward nature of his question answered itself in the further dampening spot in your panties. "Please...Y-yes pleaseee, Miguel. Want you to fuck me...want you to give me your cock..." 

"Yeah?" He groaned, hands slinking all up and down your body, under your clothes, stroking your breasts. "I'll give it to you then, baby...fill you up so good..." 

He paused then kissed you deeply once more. "You're gonna have to trust me... We'll have to try something different so this can work..." 

You nodded. "I trust you, Miguel." 

"Okay..." He whispered. "You're still okay with this?" 

"Yes, I'm okay..." You breathed back. "I'm okay, baby. I want you so badly. I'm willing to try anything so you can be so deep inside of me..." 

"Fuck, me too..." He groaned back against your lips. "Okay, hold on f'me..." 

He set you back down on the couch and you were floored as you watched your beloved turn into an artist, spinning an elaborate web that stretched from floor to ceiling, almost like a swing that was anchored solidly on both sides to the wall. 

"Mi vida..." He offers you his hand like a gentleman, helping you up. "Can I?" He whispers as his hands disappear underneath your clothes. 

"Yes..." 

He strips you carefully and slowly like fine china, letting the anticipation build as every patch of skin slowly became revealed to him. 

Somehow letting him undress you, sliding the rest of your panties off and simply letting his eyes roam freely all over your body felt like the most intimate thing you had done all night, even more so as he still remained fully clothed in his top half as he stood back and drunk in the sight of you like wine. 

"You're simply stunning, love..." 

His hands ghosted low on your hips until they rested on the bare curve of your ass. You jumped and wrapped your thighs around him, Miguel tensed his jaw with a smirk as he kneaded the plump flesh of your ass, hardening again when he felt your bare slick he drew out of your pussy earlier against his stomach. 

He nestled you into the makeshift swing that was soft and sticky as the fibers clung to your bare skin in a natural adhesive. He spun more webs around your ankles, opening them slightly. 

"Is this still okay?" He asked gently again. 

Exhilaration washed over you but you nodded, grinning and easing your legs open in further tease to demonstrate your own building excitement for what was to come. "Yes..." 

"Good." His voice went halfway between a groan again at your pretty pussy blossoming like a flower in front of him. 

He stood back, eyes cloudy and trained on you as he removed his shirt, letting it fall in a quiet heap to the ground. 

You drank him in as well like an offering, moaning audibly when the slit in his fur low on his abdomen opened to reveal a long, thick, hard red cock with pulsating black veins adorning both sides. It curved upwards, and it throbbed, making your mouth water. 

This only made the full sight of your monstrous lover even more alluring as he stood before you in all his drider glory, towering over you even now when you were closer to his eye level in your makeshift swing, with your thighs spread and your silky cunt begging to be filled. 

He shot a web onto your belly, pulling you in closer while you still sat settled on the swing, giggling as he smirked playfully at you, until just the tip of his cock kissed between your folds. 

"Hi there..." You chuckled, tilting your head up, wetting your lips seductively. 

He groaned quietly in a stew of lust as he saw your tongue rake over your bottom lip, 

"Hello, sweetheart...fucking gorgeous thing, you..."

He gently pinched both sides of your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, immediately bringing you into a deep french kiss. 

The feeling of his warm tongue sliding in your mouth shot directly down to your cunt, only amping up in electricity as he teased his plump girthy head of his cock all around your pulsing clit. 

"Miguel....fuck me..." Your spine arched and your nails dug into his shoulder, aggravating the raging arousal he was simmering for you all over his body. "Don't tease me like this, baby..." 

Miguel released a mischievous chuckle that tapered into another one of his low moans that goaded you even deeper into all this pent up frustration you wish he'd take out on your now sopping pussy already.

"Ten paciencia, mi vida, por favor... " (Be patient, my life, please) He cooed sweetly at you, lightly brushing his nose against yours "Gotta get you nice and ready to take me..." 

You breath became choked in your lungs when he begins to massage the fat tip directly over your velvety clit, grunting as he felt another drip of arousal leak and coat all along the thick head. 

"Besides..." He murmured heavily though soft parted lips, entranced with hooded eyes. "The more I edge you, the more pleasureable it'll be when I finally make you cum all over my cock..."

"Baby, please..." The crescendo of arousal swelled in your belly, making your eyes water. You coaxed your body against him faster, desperate to reach that peak, but your movements were minimal due to the webbing. The feeling of emptiness covered you but was quickly eased when he promptly removed his tip from your clit again, this time dragging it down to your dripping entrance. 

"Kiss me..." Miguel murmured and he didn't need to tell you twice. His tongue rolled and rubbed with yours as he began to circle his cock into your wet opening, inch by inch filling you ever so slowly. You gasp into his mouth, realizing this whole time what he was talking about. You felt every rigid vein, every solid groove as his drider cock slowly pushed into you, stretching you beyond comprehension. It was unlike any you've ever taken before. Fuck, it felt better than any you'd ever taken before. 

Once you got past the daunting size, the addicting feeling and pleasure of having his cock inside you set off a new chorus of breathy moans from your lips. You sighed deliciously as you greedily accepted everything he was giving you, so transfixed on his divine face that was watching you the entire time. 

Miguel was irrevocably smitten, completely enamored with the way your warm silky walls wrapped around him, the way you looked at him with immense rapture. Fuck, this feeling was greater than anything he felt in his entire life as your pussy molded to him like it was made for him. "So tight, cariño..." He teased then hissed as he reached the hilt. 

You two gazed at each other, completely silent for what felt like divine eternity. Simply enjoying the feeling of Miguel being buried so deeply inside you. 

"I'm gonna start fucking you..." He whispered. 

"Go slow at first, baby..." You purred back, clenching your pussy around him, biting your lip when it earned another weak grunt from him. "Wanna feel you nice and deep like this for a bit..." 

"Haah...you're a goddamn tease..." Miguel huffed. "I'll try and go slow as long as I can..." The sound that came from him next was downright pathetic as he looked down at where he had you stuffed to the brim, feeling along the emerging bulge in your belly. 

"You feel so fucking good, it's hard not to just fucking ravish you right now..." 

"Mmm...just kiss me, then..." You murmured and he quickly seized onto that opportunity as he slowly began to pump inside you with lengthy, meaningful thrusts. Every movement was so wet and sloppy with drenched noises as a sea of slick began to drool from your pussy, coating his cock that slid in and out of you with greater ease as the moments passed. 

You squeezed your thighs in a death grip around his large waist as you became more hammered off this euphoria, the bristly hairs tickling the sensitive sides along your clit, goading you to grind back into each deep thrust. 

"Shit..." And Miguel's patience flew out the door with that lethal squeeze of your thighs, his hands gripped the curve of your ass as he began to completely unload on your needy wet cunt. You cried out as you took every torturous inch like the absolute whore you were for him in this moment.

It tested your limits but God, this feeling of him thoroughly fucking you nice and hard scratched that nagging, primal itch you experienced ever since you first laid eyes on him. You were practically drooling at this point, laying back and taking it, your submission just fueling his fire, unlocking that deep seated urge to fucking breed this perfect cunt for all it was worth, to ruin you and fuck your brains out so you could feel him for weeks. 

"Miguel, Miguel, Miguellllll....." The hungry, wispy mantra of his name from your lips nearly set him off the edge alone, a raw possession washing over him completely as he railed his cock into you to new limits. 

"You're all mine now, you know that..." 

"I'm all yours Miguel...all yours baby..." 

He cut you off with another fiery kiss. "Wanna cum inside you, baby, can I?" 

"Fffuck yes....yes, Miguel, fill me..." 

"I'll fill you up, baby..." His forelegs come up again, but this time one directly rubbing quick, vibrating circles on your clit, while one gently teased and massaged  the puckered rim of your ass, all while his heavy slick covered cock continued to pound your pussy. "But you're gonna cum f'me first..." 

"Miguel..." 

You nearly black out as you see heaven. Miguel locks in, dipping his head down as he swallowed onto your left breast again, tweaking and tugging the nipple of the right, his mouth salivating and more venom dousing and dripping from his tongue, soaking down your already sweaty body. 

The web renders you helpless as you have no option but to lay there and let him pleasure you past anything you thought you could handle. It felt like overstimulation as you shook and cowered and whined so loudly it could wake the neighbors. 

Your thighs trembled, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes as you forced yourself to let go. The premature ending of all the previous other treatments he bestowed on your spent pussy piled on top of one another, making this one far more intense and overwhelming than the others. Thick cream oozed lewdly out of you, making a sticky, glossy mess of both your pubes and coating his black fur. 

"Cumming, sweetheart..." He panted, dripping sweat all down his reddened face, some of it landing in your mouth but you could care less. Everything about this encounter was so dirty and nasty already. The salacious feeling of consuming every part of one another from head to toe reduced you to nothing but a hole for him to dump his cum in, and you'd let him every time. 

"I-love-you...." 

And his heavy sweaty shaft and bulbous tip nudged your g spot simultaneously as his foreleg's massage of your swollen clit that your orgasm shuddered and rattled your bones, a new sinful coat of wetness squirting and seeping into Miguel's black fur that he soaked in like a badge of honor. 

He forgot to warn you before, but when the coil in his balls finally released and he came inside you, the thick, viscous drider cum was like lava as it spilled and drooled and leaked from your insides. Even after you thought he had emptied, another spurt of a thick rope of cum painted your drenched walls and flooded out of you. 

You both merely panted, eyes locked on each other in a display of intimacy of the deepest and most carnal kind, the overwhelming haze of orgasmic bliss made you both speechless. It almost didn't compute that he told you he loved you. 

You laid there in your spiderweb tangled underneath your drider lover in the now fully emerged daytime, world outside none the wiser of the steamy, lewd acts that took place. All the more enthralling that this became a love nest built on top of your blood lust and mutual yearning that exploded like gasoline on a fire. 

For now, real life could wait as you came back down to Earth and gazed at the flood of slick cum dripping and oozing from both of you. You felt that primal urge kick up again as Miguel smirked, softly stuffing the mess of what he could back inside the pool of glistening white that peeked between your aching folds. 

"And I love you too, Miguel.." You whispered back.

All the puzzle pieces of his scattered life fell back into place as he heard those glorious words hit him like a train. He willed this himself. Even if it meant taking you from another dimension, this thread across time, this inevitable bond was now cemented permanently with your lovemaking and the deepest parts of him that were now inside you. 

He could deal with all that bullshit later; he had his love back with him where she rightfully belonged.

You both laughed to yourselves as you sauntered down this path of mutual bliss and made a plan to leave all this behind and start a new life with your Drider lover in his reality. 

But first...you couldn't help but pull him closer and he couldn't help but groan loudly as he effortlessly slipped inside you again,

"It's you and me against the stars, mi vida..." 

And he groaned before rhythmically moving his body in that sinful dance with yours, 

"But first I'm gonna prove it by fucking you all over again." 

---

[khyann]

A redraw of this piece i drew july last year, this time with their actual designs. And also a little ficlet written by my partner @lunarsands when i posted the original picture

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“Babies cry a lot, huh?”

“She’s really loud for being so small!”

“Maybe she hasn’t gotten a new toy in a long while. I can give her my teddy bear right now, she can borrow it until later.”

“What are we calling her? Or is she just ‘baby’?”

“I wanna hold her! Tell Dad he can’t hog her all the time!”

“Shh,” Sausage tempered the last one. “Babies need an adult to hold them most of the time, they can’t do things on their own.”

“But I’ll be careful! I promise!”

“You can hold her later. Right now Dad is trying to get her to sleep. She’s had a really big adventure today.”

That thought sunk into their collective little heads, then someone else piped up, “Can we go see her, please?? I wanna see the baby sleeping!”

“You all have to promise to be very quiet, all right?” Sausage passed a stern look over each of the six children. The oldest two nodded, still curious but understanding. The younger ones were the more excited, having less memory of being around infants before.

He led the group down the hall to the hastily assembled crib where there was finally less crying while the familiar sound of an elven lullaby was being sung. Sausage eased the door open and made a small wave, then pointed downward behind him. Scott, standing in the middle of the room with the baby in his arms, continued to sing but gave a quick look of acknowledgment.

Sausage motioned for the other children to stay at the door, helping them arrange themselves by height to get the best view, and they did their best to remain quiet while still shuffling around somewhat to look in past him.

Satisfied they would behave, Sausage leaned against the doorframe to listen with his arms folded, gazing over with a soft expression.

They hadn’t chosen an infant before because of the necessary set of needs, but with the way the human foundling had been presented they couldn’t turn the opportunity away, and now he was glad because it seemed to suit Scott so perfectly, and he couldn’t deny the way his own heart had swelled when he had first picked up the tiny child.

And really, what was one more new experience for their not-so-little-anymore family?

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Happy spooks everyone! 🎃💀🦇🕸️

[btshoseong]

👣. !!: HOSEONG’S DATING HISTORY ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ jise3oul were always wild bitches from the beginning bro 🤡 anyways have fun with this! a new update after like a month :,)

⊂ MOON ✶ GA YOUNG ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕year - 2O17 - 2O19 !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - exes !

HOSEONG MET GA YOUNG for the first time through Cha Eunwoo as he was a close friend and hyung figure of the Astro member. Ga young had come across Eunwoo during their time together at Sungkyunwan University in 2O16, but officially got to know Hoseong after Eunwoo had invited the both of them to Astro’s first concert in Seoul in 2O17. They really got talking during that time, even to a point that Eunwoo had to tease and pout at them when they were all gathered in the dressing room together for forgetting to acknowledge his existence :,)

HOSEONG AND GA YOUNG had become friends by that time and soon news of Ga young’s role in ‘Romeo & Juliet’ was announced online. Hoseong, who had a busy schedule, had no idea of this until Eunwoo reached out to tell him about it. He proceeded to send Ga young flowers with a note of support and good luck and later called her up with another good luck message (which was raided heavily by Taehyung and Hoseok who also congratulated the woman after Hoseong had mentioned her to them). Ga young found it very cute, appreciating the gesture and thanking him almost a little shyly.

THEIR INTERACTIONS WOULD go on like this for probably a few months where Ga young oftentimes returned the favour of support she got from Hoseong back to him during his comebacks with BTS. The calls would start with messages of support and before they know it, the both of them are up past late hours, smiling and giggling, with Hoseong trying to keep his voice down as Taehyung is fast asleep in the bed a few feet away from his own. He loved it—their talks. And weeks after that the duo would officially tie the knot as boyfriend and girlfriend!

THINGS WERE CLEARLY GOING great for a while. It was Hoseong’s first official relationship and he had been with this girl for just about two years before the toll of clashing schedules took effect. He had been fine with not seeing her regularly in the beginning, usually settling for facetime and text messages, but the longer they were together, the more Hoseong began to crave physical intimacy as a means to express his love.

IT WAS BECAUSE OF HIS OWN dissatisfaction as a partner that Hoseong had chosen to break up with Ga young because even before this, they had discussed potential breaks. He was on the path of passivity, sometimes just having no energy to want to talk to her and on other days feeling frustrated that they couldn’t work something out to be able to see each other more often. They broke up due to rather unfortunate circumstances, leaving Ga young feeling disheartened in a way that meant their relationship couldn’t be continued outside of the realm of romantic.

⊂ PARK ✶ JIMIN ⊃

��・ฅ🕸﹕year - well… it’s a little complicated !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - first kiss (with a boy) , fuck buddies (previous) , dating (current & undisclosed to the public) !

HOSEONG AND JIMIN’S RELATIONSHIP started off quite simply. They were two ordinary boys under the same company, working together as rookies. Jimin was an… interesting character to Hoseong, to say the least. After all, Hoseong hadn’t always been the lovely little ball of sunshine that he is, especially not towards the beginning stages of Bangtan’s development and debut as he struggled tirelessly with problems ranging from homesickness and lack of sleep, to providing assistance for his family with rent and school supplies. Jimin, ever the attentive saint, was one of Hoseong’s pillars of happiness at this time.

JIMIN ADORED HOSEONG. IT WAS A KNOWN fact that would quickly make it onto the list of every ARMY’s introduction video under Jimin’s name.

“If you were a girl, who would you want to have a relationship with?” “Hoseong hyung.”

“If you had one day off, what would you want to do?” “If I had a day off, I would go on a date with Hoseong hyung. I’d keep him all to myself.”

“When you feel troubled, where would you want to go and with who?” “I want to fly across the world alone with Hoseong hyung.”

IT TOOK TIME FOR HOSEONG TO ADJUST to just how shameless and affectionate Jimin was with him—how important his little smiles were to Jimin when the younger touched him, tugged him along to places, or when they basked in each other’s silence with a fluttering heart that cooed at the companionship they provided each other so effortlessly.

AND THEN, IT WAS DURING THEIR DARK & Wild era that Hoseong kissed Jimin for the first time– kissed a boy for the first time. In the midst of teenage hormones and visions of a bright future with Bangtan, the two became entangled in between Hoseong’s bedsheets, getting carried away with their kisses that were verging on the path of something more before Hoseok had barged in on the duo, rooted in spot. Things did not go well after that—not because Hoseok was homophobic or anything, but because he was worried about what this could mean for the group so early on in their career, getting intimately involved with another member.

HIS WORRY GARNERED THE BOYS’ understanding. Of course, they were worried too, and so they plainly agreed that their kiss would be a onetime affair, but this had only lasted so long before their first hookup, which then turned into more hookups, until ultimately they chose to label themselves friends with benefits.

A LOT TOOK PLACE OVER THE YEARS with Jise3oul. They hooked up regularly until Hoseong got together with Ga young in 2O17, and only after their breakup did Jimin choose to make his move. The two got together sometime during 2O2O in the midst of the pandemic in South Korea, having spent a lot of time indoors in each other’s company.

⊂ JEON ✶ JEONGGUK ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕year - 2O2O - present !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - dating (current & undisclosed to the public) !

FOR JEONGGUK, things were a whole whirlwind of confusing feelings from the very start. He knew he liked his Hoseong hyung because he was there for him, taking the initiative to make him comfortable and shield the maknae from any teasing done in negative light because Hoseong was aware of Jeongguk’s shy nature.

“Come on, my blushing bunny. I need some company for grocery shopping. You’ll be my knight, won’t you?”

IT WAS PRETTY far fetched, really. A knight? To someone twice the size of him? It was silly, but Hoseong’s personality thrived on silly energy. He made a lot of Jeongguk’s earlier days at the company bearable, filled with laughter he would never give up for anything else so how couldn’t he fall for his hyung? His hyung that was big and strong and cool and manly. Jeongguk looked up to him, actively seeked out his approval.

BUT THEN CAME Park Jimin, and things would begin to get even more confusing for an already confused boy who is still figuring out his sexuality. Jimin was sort of like a puzzle piece. He fit right in with Hoseong’s bright natured goodness; the two were very extroverted but Jimin would oftentimes flirt with the maknae too, calling him cute or caressing his hair. He was definitely very touchy, but Jeongguk had also believed it was all for a good laugh and some screen time points, especially since Jimin and Hoseong’s flirting with each other was almost off the charts crazy. It would make any interaction of him with either of them seem absolutely stale.

“Aish, where are they? Someone call Hoseong.”

DID HIS YEARNING begin then? During all of those times that Jeongguk would have to bear witness to the two members entering the Bighit building with disheveled clothes and heaving chests? He wasn’t exactly naive. He knew what his hyungs were getting up to whenever they arrived late to meetings together, but he kept quiet, knowing it was none of his business.

HE FOUND HIS SOLACE in Taehyung during this time, because like Jeongguk, this hyung too was feeling the effects of loneliness and yearning. The maknae line were a close knit group of friends, but with Jimin and Hoseong’s intimate entanglement, things sort of derailed for a while.

THINGS WOULD BEGIN to look up during a crucial mistake in Jeongguk’s life later on. In the midst of the pandemic, he had made a slightly foolish decision to go out drinking with some friends after being in a particularly low mood, getting so drunk that he had apparently vented his feelings out to both Jimin and Hoseong before passing out completely.

THE NEXT DAY, AFTER waking up from a raging headache, the maknae would open his phone to requests for a meet-up from the couple where they would finally talk things out clearly, concluding that Jeongguk would be a very welcome addition into Jimin and Hoseong’s relationship.

⊂ KIM ✶ TAEHYUNG ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕year - 2O2O - present !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - dating (current & undisclosed to the public) !

WITH TAEHYUNG, he’s always been a person full of love to give to others.

INITIALLY, HIS feelings for Hoseong had probably surpassed both Jimin and Jeongguk’s infatuation, having found the male attractive upon their first encounter with each other when they were both up and coming trainees. He had a huge, huge crush on the older, but knowing the nature of what the idol industry requires and expects, Taehyung couldn’t exactly make any moves.

AT BEST, TAEHYUNG would simply be wholly clingy. He would quench his feelings of yearning with quality time, piggyback rides, hugs, kisses on the cheek and much more, but this was more to the detriment of his happiness than its benefit as Hoseong’s reciprocation of his gestures would spark hope of a potential connection that seared deeper than the average friendship. Hoseong’s lingering smiles, his mellow personality with Taehyung made the younger feel special, but it had apparently meant nothing of the same sort to Hoseong.

WHEN HE HEARD about the news with Hoseong and Jimin during their Dark & Wild era, he had gone into a state of despair. These were two very close friends of his—one of which he even had an ongoing crush on. Taehyung wasn’t sure what exactly it was that their relationship was to one another, but he knew they had something going on behind the scenes and that something was enough to dim his spark noticeably. That’s when Jeongguk had stepped in.

IN A WAY, THEY had sort of used each other as rebounds during Jise3oul’s ‘whore arc’. They knew what they were getting into—this entire setup was to drown out the pain of their unrequited love, but it just wasn’t enough for Taehyung to dabble into FWBs type situations. He needed a real connection and so he had sought out a blind date through some friends.

THE GIRL THEY had paired him up with was surprisingly a very great fit. She was able to make him forget, for a brief moment in time, that his heart belonged to another he could not have. This relationship had been a blossoming experience, but also one that had lead to realisations and heartbreak in the end. Nobody could fulfil that empty space in his life for long. She wasn’t the one.

IN 2O2O THOUGH, it would be Taehyung’s time. It was a momentous year for both him and Jeongguk after the mishaps of the pandemic, Jeongguk’s drunk ranting and their unrequited love being showered with more than they could have ever hoped for.

OF COURSE AS stated previously, it was Jeongguk who had been the catalyst for everything. He had been the one to send Hoseong and Jimin that lengthy wall of text hosting his feelings, and Taehyung had come to find out that the couple were happy to invite their maknae into the relationship and deem it polyamorous before Jeongguk had apparently brought up Taehyung during the conversation.

“You should’ve just told us sooner, you dummy.” Jimin had boinked him on his head after finding that out, and Taehyung had pouted as he rubbed the spot to soothe it.

“I didn’t know you’d be so open. You’re usually the possessive type!” He’d grumbled, receiving a kiss on the head from Hoseong which immediately melted away his complaints, shy and bubbly.

AND THIS IS how their relationship began.

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @anqelws , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore97 , @vizianary

[mcdamnright]

This one’s for my queer homies 🏳️‍🌈 Each entry is only five smackers and all proceeds benefit the One•n•Ten LGBTQ+ support organization. Since so many of my queer homies love spooky stuff and Halloween more than anyone else, I made this spooky edition mushroom lamp to raffle off in their honor 🕸️

I grew up with queer friends and family, and they showed me how important it is to be exactly who you want to be, despite fear and adversity. As a cis little white boy who faced very little adversity, I took that freedom of expression for granted most of my life, but I want to give back to the community that helped shape me because they face more fear and adversity than I could ever know.

This spooky edition mushroom lamp is made of solid brass with a dark pewter patina and custom spiderweb diffusers. As is the case for all my lamps, the unlacquered brass patina will change and evolve over time with use. Has a built in dimmer switch and an antique style black twisted fabric cord and plug.

You can enter the raffle at milesmcdermott.com/lgbtq and you have until October 31st to enter. A winner will be randomly chosen a few days after and the lamp will ship to the winner with no shipping charge, unless they are outside of the United States in which case shipping will incur a fee.

[dalkyeom]

I WAS TOLD U LIKED FIRE EMBLEM TOOO AHHH THE BESTIES ALL HAVE TASTE anyways happy Halloween Chia! ILY! I hope you're having a fun and safe holiday beloved ~

I loveddddd your latest dokyeom drawing btw if that wasn't evident. I've looked at it 10 times again in the past hour. Mwah <3333 🦇🎃🍬 👻 🕸️🍂

ELV MY FAVE KYEOM KYEOM LOVER HELLOOOOO! Happy halloween 🎃 my halloween was pretty chill, i think the only cool thing that happened was that I closet cosplayed SVT’s iconic ready to love zoom live (bc i used the same backdrop lmao) while I was in class today. Thought I wouldn’t be the one to present but alas, my homework was chosen to be representative so I had to speak so my picture of Cheol made its class debut. I hope your halloween went well too <33 shall be consuming the spoops later!

AMG YOU LIKE FE TOO?! 😭 catch me running to you and xan bc of fire emblem solidarity. It’s just so good oof oof— and awww I heart you too 🥺💕 asdasd—amg I’m so glad you like the House That Eats!Kyeom fa istg I sing that fic to praises like it now has 3 ghosts from how I can’t move on so I linger and think about it every 3 weeks or something. Jackie did such a good job I’m always in tears even after my 5th re-read (also shoutout to jackie ily! :(( consuming your fics again) the power of that fic possessed me istg!

Thank you for ringing the doorbell! You receive… another short blurb!

SEOKMIN IN FIRE EMBLEM AU; a headcanon list

While it doesn’t have a specific game from the series in the title, i’ll be using Three Houses as my main inspiration since it’s the one I recently played. Will not follow the game’s plot directly bc i’ll be focusing more on the school and daily life parts more lol.

Lee Seokmin, the second child and next in line to be the head of House Lee, one of the five great houses of the Leicester Alliance. His family is known to possess great vocal ability so most of them became singers and bards and well acquainted with the opera

I think he fits a class that can wield a sword the best (this is me going off on vibes alone and based it off arthur!kyeom). Personally, i’d put him as either a soldier or hero class but being part of the cavalier is good too. The thing is, Seokmin is just as skilled with a bow. Much like the other kids from the leicester alliance, he’s been trained to be able to use one with great accuracy but after trying a sword, he found it much more comfortable to use.

Final verdict — his starting class is hero.

Seokmin is a protector. He will, instinctively, gladly take the hit for you. The type to subtly pull you behind him when on the battlefield bc he’d rather have you out of harm’s way. You know that look when he’s super focused? He eyes his enemies like a hawk, he’ll be ready to counter and block whoever is daring enough to make the first move.

But like that’s what makes it his biggest weakness too, the emotional side that comes out especially when he’s so riled up. he was once chastised by Seungcheol, after a mission went awry. He got riled up so bad, emotions blinding him that he failed to notice a teammate get tag teamed by one of the enemy soldiers. Had Jeonghan been a second late, it could’ve ended with one of them dead. They were lucky to get out alive, gravely injured but alive.

Seokmin vows never to let his rage blindside him again.

Ok but can you imagine his support dialogues? The s-support dialogue?? Gonna go insane thinking about it bc i bet it’ll be so sweet. Instead of the usually loud and energetic seokmin, we are greeted by the softer and gentler side of himself. The lover; the one who looks at you with so much affection that it manifests in the way he treats you. He talks in whispers bc he fears that any decibel higher than 40 will shatter the fragile atmosphere he has with you. Goddess forbid.

He’ll take your hand gently in his, his thumbs rubbing small circles on the back of your palm like a promise that he’ll keep the world safe for you because he’d rather go to hell first and suffer if it meant keeping the love of his life safe.

Why did I do that to myself. Plus one for shared heart clenching for a Lee Seokmin [+1]

Anyways, you’ll find Seokmin usually by the stables or the dining hall. He has an affinity with horses and often volunteers to help with the horses and pegasi. Oftentimes, you’d find him making pizza with Mingyu. The entire monastery now knows the second and third wednesdays of the month are unofficiall ‘pizza nights’.

Seokmin naturally gets along with students from the other houses. his bright disposition and easy going nature making it easy to befriend those around him. He’s kind of like a magnet? Also he sings really well, and he sings everywhere at anytime, it’s hard not to ignore him (bad thing or not).

He’s also in the choir with Seungkwan and Joshua. Jeonghan joins from time to time.

Trick o’ Treat 2022 mini event [closed]

[vinyls-and-valentines]

hello, just wanted to stop by and say how much I love reading about your au where they all live it's so sweet like I can't please tell us more (no presure ofc) this is the only acceptable au rn

Also Ghoul has a kid?! T-T

anyway sorry for this embarrassing emotional rambling, killjoys living happy lives is just something so precious and thank you for the blessing byeeee -Joy🕸️

All angst banned on the vinyls-and-valentines blog. Only soft AU stuff allowed from now on /j

Anyways, highlight reel of the AU where they live (not to be mistaken with the AUs where they don't die):

the Fabulous Killjoys don't lose the Girl in the aftermath of the Na Na Na mv, rendering the action of the Sing mv null. She grows up with her siblings and honorary extended radio crew family. Many shenanigans are had in her teenage years including her, Vamos and Vaya teaming up to beat NewsAGoGo's Space Invaders high score and accidentally starting a war (as you do) which Vinyl wins by decimating everyone in pinball, calling Poison at 2 am to help tail the Ultra Vs' van because they got a flat in Inner Zone 4, south of the Diner, on their way to a Zone concert, marksmanship competitions with Jet and Uncle Cherri Cola, etc. She learns to make The sickest patches from Kobra and Pony, a lot of which end up on her jeans or Ghoul's vest and sometimes on the inside of Jet's jacket.

BL/i gets brought down through joint efforts by killjoys and juvies, which means uh. Jet and the Girl get reunited with their parents, which comes with its highs and lows especially since both parties have been out of their kids' lives for so long, but at the same time Jet and the Girl are not children anymore, so they can leverage some of the weight themselves and generally it turns out alright. Jet is really happy to have his parents back in his life, actually, and him and Kobra always make the time to visit them and catch them up on what's been going on, or stay over at their place instead for a few days before holidays to help with preparations and whatnot. Can't say they entirely understand these two's relationship, but they're happy their son is happy! :)

with the Girl things are a bit different because of circumstances, but the Fabulous Killjoys and radio crew do try to catch her mum up with most of the things she's missed, especially the embarrassing pre-teen stuff because the Four are her siblings after all, and the Girl moves close to her mum's new place in order to spend time together more easily. Much like in my regular canon, they bond together over activities like gardening and yarn crafts, and the Girl helps her mum find her passion for poetry, in turn getting boy advice over tea, coffee and cookies and it's not like nothing's ever been bad or they've never been apart, but it doesn't hurt anymore.

talking of holidays, they always get together at the Diner to celebrate together, blood and chosen family members alike, and everybody brings something to the table and it's really nice and festive and if the holiday they're celebrating involves giving gifts they do a lottery a few weeks prior to decide who gets gifts for who because these are ultimately fairly large family events, but it's always lots of fun! A lot of family traditions also get brought in and mixed together, but sadly I have no examples at the moment. Birthdays, as in most versions of my canon, are very important, so you bet your ass that for the entirety of the 24 hours of one's birthday they are going to see their entire family at least once and absolutely get drowned in gifs and/or birthday wishes.

technically Ghoul, Poison and Kobra's respective parents are still somewhere out there in Battery City, but it really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, y'know? Ghoul's parents have burnt their bridges long ago and would be unwilling to compromise even when giver the chance anyways, and Kobra and Poison are just better off not knowing that their parents are still out there somewhere because it'd mean having to unpack a lot of unpleasant stuff all over again and they've already moved on, so it's perhaps best to leave things as they are.

Ghoul not only has kid, but they also have a wife, and together they are both great parents because they can count on each other to call out any bad habit they might've picked up from or developed because of their own upbringings and generally have people they can fall back on when and if they need it. I literally cannot get across how incredibly happy Ghoul is and how lucky they consider themselves, especially since their idea of breaking the cycle of bad parenting was dying young (more or less by their own doing, or at the very least on their terms) and never having kids. They literally have no doubt that this is real because it is so far beyond anything they could've ever imagined.

I've said it before in the OG tags, but it bears repeating: the Girl is so excited to be an aunt, and it's mostly because all the people who she considers to be her aunts/uncles/etc genuinely made her childhood filled with good memories and made her feel like she had someone who she could go to other than her siblings who'd take her seriously, but wouldn't be so inclined to coddle her or her feelings. She wants to be that person, and while the kid is technically too young for it in the timeframe of this AU I usually think about, she still does make a point to leave Ghoul and and their wife little trinkets for the kid, and her mum even helped her do a knitted quilt. She might or might not also adopted sneaking stuff like candy and silly little cards with her gifts from Cherri, but she has elected to make no comments when confronted about it, amused.

Ghoul's wife and the Girl's mum help Poison at their bakery and they are besties <3. Poison is always the first to wake up and start making bread, cookies and muffins and always "bakes too much" on purpose because the bakery gives away surplus products to Gravel Gertie's orphanage, especially since the people there also run a food bank, and Kobra loves its sibling, and if it were in their place it'd probably do the same thing, but it also knows how much Poison actually sleeps on average and it takes it leaving its warm cozy "bed" at 1 am and driving its ass two zones to smack some sense into them it will do it. It is seriously considering unionizing everyone living near them to make sure this dumbass actually gets an 8 hours of sleep. Lock them out of the bakery for crimes against sleepy cozy time. Star, it is being very serious, Star—

Kobra and Jet technically still half-live at the diner, though more often than not they end up sleeping at their mechanics shop (this is a family of hypocrites, if you couldn't tell already /lh) and much like the Diner, their shop has a big, colorful mural on the back that their crew all all added something to.

Jet's got so many astronomy books because the Girl asks Vaya to be on the lookout for them while going around (although a couple were from Volume getting them as part of a trade) and he very much still does make mental note of any cool stuff he reads about to share with the people he cares about. He's even more excited when he learns the new of a constellation he didn't know the name of. so he can retcon himself and properly identify them especially if it's one he saw with Ghoul because they are science bros, and science bros learn the secrets of the Universe together <3 (and also use said secrets of the Universe to communicate they still care about each other, but have negative 0 emotional bandwidth to communicate that fact in a direct manner)