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can i ask for more best friend james where hes won a quidditch game and everything but hes very tired and just wants to cuddle in bed with you. and hes asking for a kiss on every bruise he has all over his arms and neck. which sirius and remus watches with confusion

Sirius wonders very briefly whether you're secretly a vampire when he walks in to find your face buried in James's neck. Your mouth is attached to the back of it, just behind his ear, but upon closer inspection, you're using your lips, not your teeth.

"Hey, Pads." James rasps from his sprawled out place on his bed, "How was detention?"

"It was detention," Sirius sets his belongings down on his bed, watching as James directs you to a point on his forearm near his elbow. You lean in to kiss it, and Sirius's lip curls in a sneer reserved only for your most outrageous displays of PDA.

"If you take out your cock next, James, I'm telling Azkaban you're an unregistered animagus."

"Don't worry," Remus's voice comes from his bed, though the curtains are drawn so that he's hidden from view. He sticks a hand out, and pulls them open so that Sirius can see him mending a pair of his socks, "Unless James got kicked in the balls during practice, nothing's going below the briefs."

"She's healing my injuries," James informs Sirius with a lazy but giddy grin, "Here, love, right here." He points to a spot on his chest, just below his collarbones, and you eagerly lean in to smooch the stinging skin.

Sirius groans.

"Oh, fuck off," James gripes, turning over beneath you to narrow his eyes at Sirius, "You're only pissy with us because you know Remus would say no if you asked him to kiss your injuries better."

Sirius shoots a not-so-subtle inquisitive glance at Remus. He's not looking, but he can tell, and he sighs wearily, "No, Pads."

Sirius, as predicted, redoubles his pissiness with you.

"You two make me sick," Sirius snaps, huffing as he storms off to shower away the layers of sweat brought on by his strenuous cleaning punishment, "I'd tell you to kiss my ass, but it's not injured enough for you."

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hellooo, could I request for animagus!reader and Sirius where they have heated conversations and reader is the type of cat that��s talkative like just meows a lot and Sirius responds back while Remus and James are just 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ they stare back in confusion. Thanks!!

"I'm not saying you can't sleep in my sweaters, I'm saying you've gotta keep your claws to yourself," Sirius glares at you, holding up the sleeve of a cable-knit white sweater that's fraying from the unfortunate snag of your claws, "Y'think this was cheap, pet?"

You let out a rather vicious meow, one that sounds like it may have hurt your throat. James doesn't know much about cats, but he presumes you can have sore throats just like humans can. He wonders if you've ever woken up in your human form with a sore throat from shouting at Sirius in your cat form, but he'll ask you later when you're not so preoccupied.

"Don't take up that tone with me," Sirius chides you, and when your response is even more intense, he scoffs, "Watch your language! If you keep talking to me like that I'm telling Lily you want her to make you another sweater."

Properly daunted by the possibility of having to wear not just one, but two itchy sweaters, you dart from Sirius's wardrobe and escape through the door that Remus has just opened. You manage to dodge his feet as he steps into the dorm room, and Sirius scoffs at your attitude.

"She's a brat." Sirius declares, and Remus shuts the door with a raised brow.

"Arguing again?" The boy asks, and James nods in tandem with Sirius.

"What did she say this time?" Remus drops his bag onto the bed, toeing off his shoes and throwing an amused glance at James.

"I shouldn't repeat it," Sirius looks grim as he tucks his near-ruined sweater back into his drawer, "Let's just say she's calling me names I've never even heard before, and somehow I still know she's using them right."

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hii if you’re free may i request clingy!sirius black x shy!reader <33

This is the third time in two minutes that Sirius's hand has stroked a feather-light touch over your knee, and you jerk away from the ticklish touch just the same as you had the last two times.

"Stop," You beg, unable to raise your voice over a whisper even though you're in a completely secluded corner of the library, "Don't do that here."

'Oh, come on," He gushes, his voice louder and giddier than yours, "We're alone, darling! Plus, s'not like I've got my hand down your pants."

"Sirius!" You whine, unintentionally speaking louder than you'd have liked. You're somehow incapable of regulating your volume under extreme stress such as this, what with Sirius's very gentle, very chaste touches in a very secluded space. Extremely stressful.

"I'm teasing you," He urges, pinching at your elbow when it seems like you might flee from the library altogether. He says it like you don't know that, like you'd thought he was maliciously stroking your thigh with tender love and care.

"C'mon, darling," He goads, "No one's here. And no one's gonna be here, we chose the most boring section in the entire library. I promise not to stick my tongue in your mouth, I just wanna love on you."

You're softened. You're no longer indignant, and you think maybe, just maybe, you might be able to manage light PDA. You summon all of the bravery you've ever possessed, drawing on every inch of it to reach out and take his hand. He looks down at it with a raised brow, a smirk crawling up his devilishly handsome features.

"Ooh, you little minx," He purrs, and squeezes your hand tight when you instantly panic, heat rising to your cheeks as you try squirming away from him and his positively cruel teasing, "Holding hands in a place like this? Might as well just drop your panties, darling."

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Rugby!james having a celebratory dinner with his team and he brings shy!you along to meet them for the first time 🥰 they don’t expect you to be so shy considering James is such a loudmouth but they love you all the same ofc. plus james is just enamoured with you so they wouldn’t dare say a bad word about you

Despite James's many, many lectures on proper behavior, Sirius feels like stirring shit. He's sure you won't freak out, he just wants to see how far your sense of humor will go. James has insisted you're shy, and that you're nervous to meet his teammates, but Sirius's love language is teasing. Really, you should feel very loved right now.

"So, Y/N, you're madly in love with James." He observes, setting his glass on the table in the low light of the restaurant's patio seating, "Have you ever seen him after a match?"

Your face flushes at the accusation, even though it's true, and you nod warily. Remus groans at Sirius' goading, but pays polite attention to you.

"Pads..." James warns, but as is his specialty, Sirius ignores him.

"So you're okay with the disgusting, sweaty, grass-stained, adrenaline-drunk buffoon that cries in the showers when we lose."

James sighs, and you merely turn to him with a hint of concern on your face.

"Do you really cry?"

Before James can answer, Sirius gushes, "Oh, all the time. 'S pathetic, really, you can hear him blubbering in there 'cause he can't be a sore loser in front of the other team."

"Sirius," James is more tense this time, but Sirius won't be deterred.

"Personally, I make sure my tears are never out at the same time as my cock, but you do whatever you want, mate."

He's done it. He's said a word, the word, that makes the heat in your cheeks spread all the way to your ears and neck. You're on fire, you're burning up, and James yanks you into his side to cool you with the icy tone of his voice that he levels at Sirius.

"Nice going, Pads." James sneers, leaving Remus to corral their mutual nuisance as he ducks down to speak with you at a murmur, "S'alright, darling, ignore him. And- uh, yeah, I do cry in the showers sometimes. Not as often as Sirius said. But- but it happens."

"Oh," You nod, trying to recover from the humiliation that's trying to seep into your bones, "Well- if you want, you can cry to me. You don't have to do it alone in the shower."

James's face splits into a bright grin, and he refrains from smashing a kiss to your mouth only because he knows it'll embarrass you more. Instead he presses it to your forehead, which is only slightly less embarrassing.

"Thanks, darling." He squeezes your waist, and apparently he's just as wicked as Sirius, because the thought forms in his brain and he can't slow its rapid movement towards his mouth even though he knows he needs to. He at least manages to dull his voice into a barely-audible whisper, ensuring Sirius won't hear him and make a show of it as he presses his shit-eating grin to your ear, "Can I still get naked first?"

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party girl! reader x party boy! sirius please?? maybe they sneak out to a hogsmeade speakeasy club or maybe its modern au? up to you, i love your work!!!

post-party where you and sirius count how many smooches you got the night prior <3

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"This one's Marlene," You hum thoughtfully, tapping at a kiss mark on your cheek, "That's her shade."

The stark red lipstick stands out against your skin, long since dried from when she'd stamped you with it last night. Sirius searches his own face for a similarly-colored kiss mark, and when he finds none, grumbles something about being 'unfairly overlooked'.

"Sirius has one from me," Lily muses, "But I did it on his hand because there wasn't room on his face."

"There wasn't room on his face," You mock her in a sneer, huffing at the unintentional boast, "Whatever. I've got more, I'm telling you."

"Face it, babe," Sirius grins wolfishly at you, "I won this time."

"Thirteen," James, one of your weekly post-party kiss mark counters, finds the remnants of a smooch nestled against the curve of Sirius's jaw, "Y/N, I think this one's yours."

"Mhm," You nod, pointing to one on your forehead, "We give each other one at the beginning of the night, to get ourselves started."

"Well, thirteen total," James settles back on his knees, watching as Remus's face twists up into a smirk.

"Fifteen."

All at once, Sirius's face switches to indignation.

"What? Fifteen," He barks, launching forwards to inspect your face, "Bullshit. Lemme count, mate."

Remus taps at each of the kiss marks on your face individually, letting Sirius keep count as he goes. When he surpasses thirteen he has little interest left, but counts the last two just the same. Your butthurt boyfriend settles back on the floor with his legs crossed, glaring holes into the carpet and rubbing bitterly at the mark you'd left on his jaw.

"Cheer up, mate," James grins, and you're happy to spectate with Remus when James licks over his lips, puckering them exaggeratedly and smashing them twice into Sirius's cheek, then a third time for good measure.

"Sixteen!" He cheers, and Sirius, still pouting over his rare loss, takes to scrubbing his face clean with the sleeve of his robes, "You're always a winner in my eyes, Pads."

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hiii could i request something fluffy with hotch! going to a concert with him (i dont have any specific artist in mind - you can decide!) and him checking in on you between songs, making sure nobody shoves you and maybe even lifting you on his shoulders if you can't see...! hehe i've always wanted a tall boyfriend to go with to a concert :") thank you lovey!!

Aaron has to shout to be heard over the roar of the crowd and the electric buzz of the performers, but you manage to catch his, "You alright?"

"Yeah!" You gush back, body still moving in rhythm to the song playing. You crane your neck, chin pointed towards the stage as you squint through countless heads blocking your view, "I can't- see, though!"

Aaron has to gently push the person in front of him to slink in front of you, but the guy's so drunk he doesn't notice. Aaron crouches slightly, hands thrown back over his shoulders towards you, and you gladly take them, letting him wrap your hands around his neck.

Then his hands move lower to your thighs, gripping them and pulling them slightly apart, and he urges you, 'Jump'.

You're hoisted onto his back and you feel the muscles in his biceps bulge as he holds you by your thighs. You're not sure if he can hear your amused squeal as your stomach reacts to the sudden change in elevation, but now that you can see the stage from your place on Aaron's back, you press a kiss to his temple.

"Thanks, Aaron," You croon, speaking directly into his ear so that he can hear you, and kissing the shell of his ear when the close proximity proves too difficult to ignore.

"Tell me if your head starts hurting. It's loud in here." He turns his head to the side to speak to you, and a pretty grin lights up his face when you take the opportunity to smear sticky, glossy kisses on the rest of his face.

"You're starting to sound like Reid, worrywart." You tease, politely covering his ear before you scream mere inches from it at the opening of the next song, "Just relax and have fun, Aaron!"

He doesn't know the artist you're seeing, and he's not given the indulgence of liquor like so many other attendants in the sea of the crowd around him. He's not screaming the lyrics, and his feet are starting to ache from carrying not only his weight, but yours, too. But he does have fun, feeling rushed, giddy kisses littered behind his ear where your face rests, and bouncing you around around on his back to the beat of whatever song is playing. The concert is not the fun part to Aaron Hotchner, you are.

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hi mei <3 could i request sirius x tattoo artist!reader where she is tattoing him and he is just in awe and gets so flirty cause cmon his girl is so hot when she works. hope you have a good day <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

i know that you are supposed to keep tattoos clean and sanitary for a certain period of time after having them first done but too bad reader licks his in this one because it's sexy

It's not Sirius's fault, really.

You're not in your parlor, you're hovering over him on your bed. You're in your pajamas still, a loose-fitting tank top and shorts that don't even cover your underwear, and you're on your hands and knees with a tattoo gun to his pec.

It's made impossibly sexier by the fact that you're tattooing your name on his chest, right above his heart.

Really, it's perfectly understandable that his dick is twitching in his boxers.

"You perv," You grumble, kneeing gently at his inner thigh. It's too close to where he'd rather not get hit, so he flinches, but you slap a palm on his chest to keep him steady. You shoot a glare his way, vicious and white-hot, and fuck, the neckline of your tank top is hanging low, and he can see your tits, completely unrestrained and hanging loose towards his own chest, and your hand left a red mark on his torso, and he can still feel the inked bite of the tattoo gun, and his dick twitches again, and-

He cums.

He cums completely untouched, save for your hand on his chest. His thighs tremble and you hold the tattoo gun away from his skin, watching with slowly-widening eyes as he spasms through his release.

He's more than embarrassed, but when your tongue darts out to lick over your lips, he thinks maybe he likes feeling humiliated.

"Damn." You conclude, inking the last stroke of your name over his chest, completing the tattoo. He flinches at the sting of the needle, and cranes his neck down to watch you with slightly teary eyes as you set the machine aside.

"That was pathetic," You scoff amusedly, putting pressure on his torso as you haul yourself further up the mattress towards him. You pointedly avoid granting any stimulation to his still-hard cock, but you straddle his waist, "Cumming untouched from a tattoo? That's next-level desperate."

As much as he wants to tell you to fuck off, you're right. You're right, and it makes his cock throb, and his slightly teary eyes watch as you duck your head down to his chest.

You stick your tongue out to lick over the searing skin of your name on his chest, dragging it all the way up his throat and over his parted lips, "I like desperate."

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hii! I've been on a James brainriot for the past week and I can't stop thinking about him winning you one of those big animal plushies at fairs and being so proud about it (carrying it for you too if you want 👀 cause he's strong and he wants to show off as if it's heavy) and so this is me asking for a blurb/fic (whichever is fine) with this scenario! Thank you either way!!:)

"That won't fit," The fair employee looks rather unimpressed with the giant sloth that James is lugging around over his shoulder, and you peer warily at the ferris wheel cars.

"Sure it will," James gushes, cheery even in the face of the man's disdain, "C'mon, love, let's squish in there."

"James-" You start, because you're not sure that you should be disagreeing with the safety checker of the ride. But James has already shouldered his way through the slimly open doors of the compartment, and he's set the sloth on the circular bench beside him.

"I'm sorry," You smile guiltily at the ride operator, who looks like he might rather be in the seventh circle of hell than here, and you rush into the compartment to get away from his disapproving glare.

"Next time let's win the giant stuffed animal right before we leave," You plead sweetly, "Okay, Jamie?"

"I think it's fine," He stares at the way you're squished up against the sloth's neon purple fur, the fuzz tickling your face and sticking to your clothes, "I mean, you're not too smushed, are you, love? C'mere."

He scoots himself closer towards the sloth, creating more room for you to slide yourself over. Unfortunately, you'd been compressing the stuffing of the plushie quite a lot by pressing into its side, and it expands to fill all of the space you'd given it.

It means you're now sandwiched between James and a giant sloth, and with an awful-sounding creak, the ride begins to spin, raising you into the air.

"Uh-" You mumble, your cheek pressed against James's, "Are you- is that your foot?"

"'Think so," He murmurs, moving the toe of his shoe out from beneath your heel, "And- your hand?"

"Sorry," You tug it out from where it had been pressing uncomfortably into his hip bone, watching as the sloth merely smiles blankly at you with beaded eyes.

"I think that guy was right," James concludes, and when you turn to look at him while he speaks, your nose bumps right into his own. He smiles, then laughs, then doesn't stop doing either, and you get pulled into his fit of giggles as you finally reach the top of the ferris wheel.

"I'm sorry I crammed us in here with a giant sloth," He apologizes, and when he kisses your cheek, he doesn't have to move his head at all. He simply puckers his lips, and they hit your flushed cheek.

"It's okay. He's a great sloth," You reach out to stroke the purple fur on its shoulder, "Thanks for winning him for me, Jamie."

"Anytime, darling." He vows, dropping another kiss to your skin before he reconsiders: "Or- actually, this'll probably be the last time. Don't know how we're gonna get that thing through the door, much less make room for another one."

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Can I request cheerleader reader and sirius sneak out under the bleachers for a quickie, and then they realize readers lipstick is all over their faces and all over his neck and she starts to freak out cuz she needs to get back to the field

Love your writing so much !! ♥️♥️

this post is 18+, minors dni. (reader and sirius are both over 18, i'm thinking college level cheer).

The problem with quickies is that no one bothers to be careful. Sure, you used a condom, but you didn't bother thinking about your makeup, and now there's bright red lipstick smeared over the most kissable parts of Sirius's face.

"Oh- oh my god!" You whisper as sharply as possible, praying no one above you hears it, "Sirius!"

"Hm?" His eyes blink open curiously, then widen when they land on your face, "Oh shit, babe-"

"Your lipstick!"

"My lipstick!"

When your words tangle in unison your stomach sinks, and you rub your fingers messily over your cheek. There's red paste staining your fingertips, and Sirius's skin is marred with residue even when the product comes off.

"What am I gonna do?" You whimper, tucking your face into Sirius's shoulder as the crowd jeers above you. Any second now you'll be called back onto the field, and you'll be caught red-handed. Or, uh, red-faced.

"Own it," Sirius decides, pulling your face out of his jacket and cupping your messy cheeks. There's an abundance of lipstick still on his lips, and his eyes narrow in determination as he speaks.

"You're gonna go out there," He gestures to the opening beneath the bleachers, "And you're gonna show 'em that Sirius Black," He takes a pause, puckering his lips to their fullest extent and smooshing them against your forehead with all of his might, "Loves you."

When you lean your forehead against his in a blushy fit, the kiss print stamps onto his own skin.

"Now, where's the lipstick?" Sirius points haphazardly to your bag, and you rush to curl your fingers around the tiny tube.

"Here," You brandish the product, and he uncaps it, rolling it up with a practiced hand.

His tongue sticks partially out of his mouth as he brings the applicator up to your face, eyes narrowed in concentration, "'Kay, S... B."

He paints your cheeks in his initials and leans back to smile proudly at his masterpiece. There's still some messy smears over the span of your chin and your jaw, but the message is clear: Sirius Black likes to kiss you up.

You hear the pounding of feet above you, localized near the bottom half of the bleachers. You know it's your team descending onto the field, and you look warily at Sirius.

"Get out there, babe." He gives an encouraging pat to your butt through your skirt, already reaching for his lighter and a cigarette, "Go Team, and all that shit, and when you get back, we'll go for round two. This time, though, let's keep the kissing to a minimum."

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dealer!remus who cuts you off if you’ve been smoking too much !! if you get jealous because he gets to smoke, he has you suck on his fingers to keep you busy :)

ugh usually i imagine andrew as my remus but this one was entirely young scruffy david thewlis <333

"That's not fair," You gasp lightly, eyes wide and red as they brim with crocodile tears for persuasive effect, "That's mine!'

"It's mine," Remus reminds you, "I was just letting you smoke some. And you've smoked plenty."

"No, but- I wasn't done!' You rise to your knees, ignoring the pain as they knock into the floor while you try to reach the joint he's holding above his head.

"Hey," He snaps, eyes narrowed when you look down at him, "I said that's enough, dove. You're gonna smoke yourself stupid."

"But that's not fair!' You gush, watching as his slender, scarred fingers raise his own joint to his lips, "How come you get to have more?"

As soon as he's taken the spliff away from his lips, you're moving in for a kiss. You're desperate for the secondhand smoke, tongue laving over his lips so that he'll blow it into your own mouth.

"Ah," He tuts, sticking your joint in the same hand he's holding his own with and using his now free one to grip your jaw and push you away, "Y/N, I said no more. Come on, 's not the end'a the world. I'll just finish these two, then we can pass out, alright?"

"Fine," You huff desolately, already missing the sensation of the joint between your lips. To curb your cravings, Remus wraps a hand around your waist, turning you with the tips of his fingers against your ribs to angle your back towards him. Then he pushes you back against him, bringing your head to rest in his lap as he sits back against the couch.

"There," He croons, voice slightly raspy as smoke billows from between his lips. He brings his hands up to your face, tapping lightly at your lips. When you squeeze them tight together in defiance he scoffs, gripping your cheeks and squishing them so that your lips puff out.

"C'mon now," He scolds, slipping his lithe fingers into your mouth and settling them on your tongue, "Don't be a brat."

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send me sexy maul requests pls i wanna fuck that zabrak

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I think Steve and Eddie LOVE just cockwarming with hybrid!reader. For hours at a time

this post is 18+, minors dni. (cw: hybrid au with hybrid!reader. don’t like don’t read.)

It’s bc she gets so fucked out 🥹 20 minutes on Eddie’s dick and she’s starting to have trouble comprehending what they’re saying. He just rubs her back and kisses her face as she looks up at him with starry eyes. When Eddie finally slowly lifts her off of his cock she’s whining at the emptiness, trying to cling onto him desperately. Then she feels the head of Steve’s massive cock at her entrance and mewls, smashing her head into his shoulder as he pushes his dick into her stretched hole. By the one hour mark she’s completely incomprehensible, babbling through sobs when steve asks her how she’s feeling. She sucks at his neck and whines at the feeling of being so stretched, and happily laps at Eddie’s lips when he leans over and puckers them to give her a sweet kiss. They get allll of the love, all Steve has to do is say, ‘kiss?’ and she’s mindlessly slobbering all over him in her mind blown, fucked-out state. She’s gone, drool seeping from her lips and dripping down Steve’s chest where she’s slumped against it, just laying there knowing nothing but bliss.

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Hotch: good work garcia, kys.

Garcia: ...sir?

Hotch: keep yourself safe.

Garcia: who taught you that?

Hotch: Prentiss, why?

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Cat!hybrid!Eddie who hasn't ever purred before and when he's in your lap and all comfy and lost in your touch, he doesn't realize that he's doing it and when you coo about how adorable it is, he gets all embarrassed about </3

Send me your headcanons! / hybrid au faq

OMG :((( yes he either came off of the street or from a shelter or a home that hadn’t ever loved him the way he deserved so when you take him in it’s a dream come true!! He’s in awe of how soft your blankets are and how much food there is in your kitchen (that he’s allowed to eat!!) and that he gets his very own bed/bedroom (though in the future he always climbs into yours </3) and he’s just so overwhelmed with love!! He’s thanking you profusely every time you do something even vaguely kind for him and when you realize his eyes are drooping in the middle of the movie you’re watching together you offer up your shoulder for him to rest on :’)) he aims for your shoulder, he really does, but he’s sleepy and uncoordinated and ends up in your lap :’)) he almost goes to right himself and instead your hand comes up to scratch behind his ears and pet him sosososo soft and gentle and he is gone. He purrs loud, and you can’t help but giggle at how abruptly it had started just from you petting him. He blushes and tells you he honestly had no idea he could even purr because he’d never done it before and so you make it your mission to make up for lost time and always get him all purr-y when he snuggles with you :’))

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Not the Eddie Munson candle smelling like lavender and citrus 😭 baby girl he’s a stoner that lives in the filthiest room known to man and wears layers for days I just know he smells like weed, sweat, and mold

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i know peter parker poking and prodding at sensitive lab equipment in a secure facility and accidentally releasing millions of genetically modified spiders out of their containments and subsequently getting bitten by one and becoming spider-man is embarrassing and so is electro slipping and falling into a vat of electric eels on his birthday while singing to himself bc no one was there to help him or monitor his safety but doctor strange literally got his powers because he was texting while driving that’s so embarrassing for him

could you imagine you had reality-bending cosmic powers and people are like wow what did you do to be privileged with them?? did you save a celestial being?? did you complete a mission for a god?? and you’re like no lmao i drove off a cliff