#drew the spider webs myself

[danrifics]

i made my ugly ceiling fan more spooky!!

[sysig]

I can't remember if you've done any drawings for this before, sorry, but I have a requestober prompt! Vargas ladyverse snake charmer au? Or ladyverse dryder au Scri, I feel like the potential for pretty spiderweb clothes is high there. I would request both, but I want to respect the rules ^^ Thank you!!

Day 27 - Skillfully spun sheer shawl

[imababblekat]

To Catch A Turtle

@foxespen, "So part of the spiderman powers are having enhanced strength, right? So they could probably pick up any one of the turtles pretty easy, even if they stand at like half the brothers’ height. Imagine during a fight one of the boys gets thrown off a roof and their friendly neighborhood spider catches them and is just hold them bridal style and says like “if you’re gonna fall for me, it doesn���t have to be on a roof”Or something"

~xXx~

It wasn’t often the boys and (s,n) would get into a tough fight, but it seemed that with BeBop and Rocksteady, it always was one. They were two formidable foes for the ninja turtles alone, so having someone like you to fight along side them in these cases was always a welcome advantage.

When Donnie had relayed an alert from Casey, it wasn’t long till the four brothers found themselves fighting the two enemy mutants atop a bank building. Five minutes into the fight and you made your entrance by web launching yourself into BeeBop’s face, with a corny, “Starting the party without me I see!”, as you back flipped off the warthogs face. Just like that, with cheerful greetings, you and the crime fighting terrapins fell into sync, dishing out all you could against the other two. However, as the fight drew on, perhaps due to growing exhaustion, not everyone was able to stay on top of their toes.

“What do these guys even want?!”, you asked aloud, dodging a thrown pipe and landing next to Leo.

The leader in blue charged forward, swinging his dual swords at Rocksteady who was quick to hold up a chunk of broken building to block the attack. Narrowly ducking out of a punch from BeBop, Donnie swung his staff into the warthogs side, earning a harsh yelp from the assailant.

“Not sure. April thinks they’re making some sort of deal and need the cash to do so.”

“Stay out of our business, turtles!”, BeeBop snapped, grabbing Donnies staff and shoving the taller terrapin back into Raphael who had tried to attack from the side.

“The zoo’s not going to take you two, no matter how much you bribe them!”, you quipped, easily dodging Bebops attacks and jumping onto his back, blinding him with multiple web shots and tugging him in different directions as he started a blind rampage.

A loud laugh came from Mikey as he watched you rodeo the warthog, Leo and Donnie running towards you to assist.

“Good one, angel cakes!”, Mikey winked, just missing a punch from Rocksteady.

“The insects jokes are lame!”, the rhino grunted with irritation, grabbing a hold of Mikeys swinging nun-chuck and pulling him forward to give him a hard kick.

“Hey! Only I can call their jokes lame!”

Rocksteady quickly looked over at the person who had shouted, only to suddenly be tackled by a very heated Raphael. With a strong hold of the larger mutants midsection, the red clad ninja used all of his might to push the other to the edge of the building. Despite nearly having the wind knocked out of him by Raphael, Rocksteady was quick to firmly grasp his shell. With a loud grunt from above, Raphael had suddenly found himself being lifted into the air, staring down at a triumphant Rocksteady before being sent flying over the tall buildings edge. The last thing heard, as Raphael struggled to regain sense of what was up and what was down, were his brothers frantically shouting after him. At the height he just been thrown from, Raphael knew that even collapsing into his shell would prove futile to the crushing gravity once he hit the streets below.

Out of nowhere, Raphael felt his stomach lurch back and forth as something, or rather someone, swiftly swung him from one side of a building to another in a quick descent. It wasn’t till the world stopped spinning around him did Raphael peek open an eye, confusion followed quickly by shock when he realized who had been his savior.

“You know, Raphael, you make quite the cute damsel in distress if I do say so myself.”, you cheekily jested, and said turtle could just picture your eyebrows wagging beneath your mask.

(S,n) had been holding the bulky terrapin like he was air. Their arms snuggly wrapped beneath his knees and the midsection of his shell. Despite the alarming size difference, you cradled Raphael so carefully and securely, in a way that he had wished to someday carry a significant other. Yet, to be the one being held in such a manner, caused the macho man of a turtle to feel his face quickly heat up, and scramble out of your arms even quicker when he heard the approaching foot steps of his brothers. One could practically feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off of him, as he tried desperately to play things cool.

“What happened to BeBop and Rocksteady?”, Raph questioned his brothers, hoping beyond belief that they hadn’t seen a thing.

“They managed to get away, but not without leaving behind what they tried to steal. Casey and the NYPD are on their way to pick up the stolen goods.”, Leo informed, looking between his flustered sibling and the spider person beside him.

Raphael just let out a scoff, turning sharply and walking off in a random direction.

“Where are you going?”, Mikey confusingly asked.

“To find my sai's.”

“Your welcome by the way!”, you shouted out, to which Raphael simply sent you back a deep scowl before returning to his search.

Despite the aggravated grumbling you could hear come from the hot headed person you saved, you continued to smile to yourself, the squinted eyes of your mask telling of your hidden expression. Pulling out a pen and small note pad, the parchment labeled (s,n) Notes, Donnie began to scribble away.

“Did he even weigh anything to you?”, he questioned with scientific curiosity.

You shrugged, hands on your hips as you peered up at Donnie.

“Like a feather.”

“Oo, oo! Me next!”, Mikey excitedly shouted, bounding towards you at top speed.

Not even your spidey senses could have prepared you for Mikey’s suddenness, you both collapsing to the ground just as you’d barely caught him in your arms. Leo merely shook his head in slight disappointment, Donnie continuing to jot down notes, and Raphael in the distance still trying to calm his flustered heart.

~xXx~

[flame-shadow]

A breakdown of my quirrel!nosk comic from last year (original post here) since I like doing breakdowns and talking about my process, and I know at least some people like reading those things. :)

First of all, a little background. I made that comic in an evening with just a pencil, a black marker, two grey markers, and a yellow-orange marker. (All markers had a thick tip and a thin tip, and all were water-based markers, so they don't blend like alcohol markers, but they can still be layered to affect the values) I had a text post from @g0at0ad saved in my drafts that said "gotta say. massive missed opportunity to not have nosk mimic quirrel to lure the knight into its lair." and finally, I had an idea for how to illustrate the reveal and felt I had a decent idea for the nosk's design.

I wanted to follow the same encounter order as the game provides, and by happy coincidence, I realized that the route from first sighting to nosk den includes the hot spring, so it made perfect sense for that location and the real Quirrel to appear in the comic.

Ghost spots a Quirrel-like figure in the darkness in the first panel, and then as the path continues and drops into the hot spring, there's (real) Quirrel, so clearly that's who Ghost saw a minute ago. Yay, friend! And since Quirrel explores around, it's not strange that Ghost would spot him again in an area not so far away, though it's odd how he got ahead of them. Perhaps a different tunnel? And it seems like Quirrel wants to lead the way to something, so Ghost follows, until- That's not Quirrel.

In addition to the potential of a reader already knowing the game's locations and recognizing the path to the nosk's den, there are other visual clues that subtly communicate that something might not be right. I made it so every panel but the hot spring one has black silhouettes encroaching on the space within.

The third panel is the mildest one being encroached upon because Ghost doesn't yet feel like something is off (still reassured from seeing Quirrel in the safe hot spring) but the trap is coming together. The existence of the spider web in the corner is a nod to the trap because it's a common visual symbol for being trapped.

Also note how both the first and third panels have some safety via straight panel edges. Contrasted with the fourth and fifth panels which have no straight edges as Ghost cannot escape and there is no safety.

Another subtle reinforcement of danger vs safety is how the use of black is very limited in the hot spring panel. It's a brighter room mechanically, yes, but it's also a Safe Room. The only black is Ghost's void parts and a thin outline around Quirrel (and also a bit of shading on his arm that I did out of habit before remembering that I wasn't going to use black to shade him here, oops!)

And, note that in the only panel with Real Quirrel, he isn't framed against a darker shape in the background.

Okay, and finally, I will share a bit about the nosk reveal panel and its design...

This pose and angle are dramatic and all, but they're The Worst for showcasing the actual design of the nosk! Just a complete mistake on my part that I did my best to roll with, since I didn't realize until too late how I'd messed myself up.

Which happens! I don't always get it right, and especially when I'm working traditionally, there's a point where I can't go back, so I just have to make do with what I gave myself. :) I don't hate what I have here, but I have been dissatisfied with it ever since I drew the lineart.

A thought I have had since then was that maybe I should've drawn it larger, to be more threatening? Maybe a different pose to show off the side-body frills? I explored a couple ideas below, but honestly, I think the whole panel would have to be reworked to get it right.

Making sure that the background frames the nosk effectively would be one of the main things I'd redo, but I'm getting tired and don't feel like drawing more, so I'll just leave it at the nosk replacement sketches.

And since I don't think I did a good job with displaying the nosk's design effectively, I quickly sketched some of the features to maybe show them off a bit better.

I like the gimmick of the nosk turning its head, so I pretty much always maintain that with my nosk designs. This one is no exception. Quirrel's head and face become the cranium and upper jaw while Monomon's mask becomes the lower jaw - the extra length causes an underbite. I've always been a fan of when people add a veil hanging from Monomon's mask while Quirrel is wearing it, so that's where the frills come from. ("Why didn't you include the veil in your Quirrel drawings, then?" I hear you ask. And honestly..... I don't know! That could've been an oversight or it could've been deliberate and I just don't remember my justification. That happens sometimes XD)

Anyway uhhh yeah! I think that's it. I like making comics. I like thinking about nosk. Tadaa~

[moonselune]

By the Silk that Binds Us (pt.2)

Matron!Minthara x Forced!Betrothed!reader

An arranged marriage, enemies to lovers fic: part one part three

CW: Gore, feminine drow reader

Hey hey hey, back at it with some more arranged marriage au, I find it such a good bit of fic to lose myself in when I write it, hope you all enjoy it ! - Seluney xox

*Mistress of the house is lore I have made up to describe the spouse of the matron, they are in charge of the more tedious aspects of running the house

"How did you do that?" Minthara's tone was a mixture of irritation and curiosity, her eyes locked onto you from across the room. You were seated at the vanity table, carefully removing the intricate pieces of jewelry adorning you. The engagement party had ended about an hour ago and you were keen to get some rest.

"Whatever do you mean, Minthara?" you asked disinterestedly, not bothering to look up. You continued to unclasp your mother's necklace, your movements slow and deliberate. In the mirror's reflection, you saw Minthara's expression tighten, her arms crossed as she took a step closer.

"You know exactly what I am talking about." Her voice had a sharper edge as she moved towards you, her frustration evident. Grabbing the corner of your chair, she spun it around abruptly, forcing you to face her. The sudden motion made you gasp, clutching the necklace to your chest. Your initial surprise quickly turned to annoyance, and you met her gaze with a bored expression, one eyebrow cocked in challenge. "Don't play coy with me. I will ask you one more time: how did you do that?"

"Oh, you mean this?" You gave her a lazy smile and held out your hand. Slowly, you drew a line of silk from your palm, its ethereal glow casting a soft light between you. The center of your palm illuminated as your index finger spun the silk, its appearance both delicate and dangerous. Minthara's eyes widened slightly, unable to hide her fascination as she leaned in to get a better look. The silk shimmered like nothing she had ever seen, as fine as a spider’s web yet brimming with lethal potential.

Before she could examine it further, you abruptly clapped your hands together, disintegrating the silk in an instant. Minthara flinched back, her curiosity giving way to irritation once more.

"It's nothing really," you said nonchalantly, setting the necklace down on the vanity.

"You decapitated that hook horror with it like it was forged in adamantine, and yet it looks like regular silk." Minthara's harsh words carried a hint of envy she couldn't conceal.

"Yes, I did quite well for just sitting there and looking pretty, didn't I?" you hummed, recalling her earlier remark. Minthara's face darkened, and she forcefully jolted your chair back so that it rocked precariously on its hind legs. One little push, and your head would hit the vanity behind you. But you remained unflustered, crossing one leg over the other as if to make yourself more comfortable.

"You will do well to remember your place," Minthara warned, her voice low and dangerous. She was not used to such insolence.

"Oh, I do, my betrothed," you smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Do you?"

"I am Matron of this House—"

"And I am to be your wife," you countered, pushing Minthara back, allowing the chair to rock forward and giving you the momentum to rise to your feet. You stood toe-to-toe with her, your faces mere inches apart, the tension palpable. "I apologize if your attempted decimation of my house has led you to underestimate me, but it would serve you well to remember that I survived for a reason."

"You survived because my imbecile assassins mistook your handmaiden's corpse for your own," Minthara spat, her voice filled with venom.

"And who do you think left them that corpse?" you interrupted, your gaze piercing into her deep red eyes. "I knew you were coming for me, and so did she. I couldn't risk my handmaiden striking a deal with you. I had to act first."

"You killed her?" Minthara's voice wavered, genuine shock flickering across her features. The idea that her assassins were outsmarted by such cunning hadn’t crossed her mind.

"And left her body for your assassins, implying that someone else had got there first. Truly, Minthara, you overwork your assassins; they were more than happy to take credit for it," you replied with a smile, reveling in her stunned silence. You cupped her cheek mockingly, adopting a patronizing tone. "Don't worry. When I'm Mistress of this House, I can deal with them for you, show you how it's done."

Minthara's eyes flared with anger, the dangerous glint intensifying. Without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and stormed out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall. You watched her go, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Don't want to spend the night with your betrothed, Minthara?" you called out mockingly, your voice laced with feigned offense. "How disappointing."

The silence that followed her departure was almost deafening. You sighed dramatically, turning back to the vanity to finish removing your jewelry. Alone in the room, you took your time, savoring the quiet victory.

Minthara was formidable, but she was not invincible.

That night, you slept alone in your quarters, the silence only occasionally broken by distant, muffled sounds from the rest of the estate. You didn't sleep soundly, but it was enough. When you awoke, you could hear the hushed whispers of the servants just outside your door. Curious, you moved closer, straining to catch their conversation.

"Did you hear what happened last night?" one servant murmured, his voice trembling.

"Yes," another replied, barely above a whisper. "Matron Minthara slaughtered an entire rank of her assassins. They're being displayed in the gardens as a warning, as we speak."

A satisfied smile spread across your face. Minthara's wrath had been directed exactly where you wanted it. The consequences for her assassins had been brutal, but it reaffirmed her authority and your own cunning. How wonderful it will be, when you choose the replacements.

You dressed for the day, choosing an outfit that was both elegant yet understated, but more importantly were your house colours. As you made your way to breakfast, you could feel the eyes of the servants on you, their whispers following in your wake.

Entering the dining hall, you immediately noticed Minthara seated at the head of the table, her expression a storm of barely contained fury. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours as you walked in, and you could see the remnants of her rage smoldering in her gaze.

"Good morning, Minthara," you greeted her smoothly, taking your seat opposite her. You couldn't help but feel smug as you noted the dark circles under her eyes, the visible signs of her anger and sleepless night.

Minthara didn't respond immediately. Instead, she continued to fume silently, her gaze locked onto you. The tension in the room was palpable, and the servants moved around you both with exaggerated caution, clearly eager to avoid any potential outburst.

"Rough night?" you asked innocently, reaching for a piece of fruit. You bit into it slowly, savoring the taste as you watched Minthara's reaction.Her fingers tightened around the goblet she was holding, but she managed to maintain her composure.

"You think yourself clever, don't you?" she finally said, her voice low and dangerous.

"I merely act in the interest of our union, and if that means bringing you out of your delusions then so be it" you replied smoothly, leaning back in your chair. "After all, we are to be partners in this."

"Partners," Minthara echoed, her tone dripping with disdain. She set her goblet down with a sharp clink, her eyes never leaving yours. "We'll see how long that lasts."

You gave her a serene smile, unfazed by her hostility. "Oh we will indeed."

The rest of the breakfast passed in a tense silence. The servants continued their work, casting anxious glances between the two of you. As you finished your meal and rose to leave, you couldn't resist one last parting shot.

"Oh, and Minthara," you said, pausing at the door. "Do try to get some rest. It's unbecoming of a Matron to look so, well, ragged."

With that, you left the dining hall, your satisfaction growing with each step. Minthara leaned back in her chair, simmering with barely contained fury. She could not let such disrespect go unpunished. With a snap of her fingers, she summoned a servant who tripped over themselves trying to get to her.

"Her brothers," Minthara commanded, a cruel smile forming on her lips. "Lesaonar and Kyorlin. Bring them to me."

The servant nodded hurriedly and scurried off to fetch the twins. Minthara rose from her chair, straightening her garments, and walked out to the gardens. The morning light cast a ghastly glow on the lifeless bodies of her assassins, now hung as a grim display among the lush foliage. The macabre scene was a testament to her authority.

Lesaonar and Kyorlin were brought to her shortly after, their faces pale with fear as they took in the sight of the dead assassins. Minthara stood waiting for them, her expression icy and unreadable.

"Walk with me," she commanded, her voice a chilling whisper.

The twins exchanged a fearful glance but complied, falling into step behind her as she led them through the garden. The stench of death was overpowering, and they tried to avoid looking at the mutilated bodies hanging from the trees, swaying in the breeze.

"You must understand," Minthara began, her tone deceptively calm, "that while I am bound by the vow not to harm you, there are many ways to extract information without causing physical pain."

The brothers swallowed hard, their terror evident in their eyes. They knew Minthara was not bluffing. They had seen her ruthless efficiency firsthand and understood that she would find a way to make them talk.

"I only require answers," Minthara continued, stopping to examine one of the corpses with dispassionate interest. "Specifically, about your sister's… abilities."

Lesaonar's eyes widened, and he glanced at Kyorlin, who was visibly shaking. They both knew this moment would come, but that didn't make it any less frightening.

"It's a family secret," Lesaonar blurted out, his voice trembling. "An honor from Lolth given to each generation's female family members for their diligent worship. Only a few women of our house can do it."

Minthara turned to face him, her gaze piercing. "And what exactly is this ability?"

"We don't know much," Kyorlin added quickly, hoping to placate her. "It's a rare gift, a form of divine silk that can cut through almost anything. But only a few women in our house have ever been able to produce it. That's all we know."

Minthara's eyes narrowed as she considered their words. It was clear that they were genuinely terrified and unlikely to be hiding anything more. She began to pace, her mind racing with the implications of this revelation.

"Divine silk," she mused aloud, more to herself than to the twins. "A gift from Lolth. Fascinating."

She stopped pacing and turned to face them again, her expression hardening. "You will keep this interaction to yourselves. Should I discover that you have spoken of it to anyone else, I will find ways to make you regret it."

Lesaonar and Kyorlin nodded vigorously, their relief mingled with lingering fear.

"Good," Minthara said curtly. "Now, get out of my sight."

The twins hurried away, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the garden. Minthara remained behind, her mind already working on how to use this new information to her advantage. The knowledge of your unique ability could be a powerful tool, but it also meant that you were even more valuable—and potentially more dangerous—than she had initially realized.

You strolled through the garden, the scent of blood mingling with the fragrance of blooming underdark flowers. The sight of the assassin's bodies scattered around served as a testament to your cunning and strength, and you couldn't help but feel a smug satisfaction. You were set to meet your twin brothers, Lesaonar and Kyorlin, for some wine, intending to share a moment of triumph in the aftermath of the engagement party's events and catch up with them how their new tutelage under House Baenre was treating them.

You had to admit, despite their lowly status, you did have a fondness for them, more so than that you ever held for your sisters. There was just something so.. vulnerable about them. You felt bad for them, pitied them, even. And now they were all you had left of your family.

As you approached them, holding a bottle of fine wine in one hand and three goblets in the other, you noticed the tension in their posture. They sat rigid at the outside table, their faces pale and eyes wide with panic. You paused, your smile faltering.

"What’s wrong?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light. "Surely, the sight of a few dead assassins doesn’t trouble you?"

Lesaonar and Kyorlin exchanged a nervous glance before Lesaonar spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not the assassins, sister. It’s Minthara."

You felt a chill run down your spine. The mere mention of her name in such a tone sent alarm bells ringing in your mind. You set the bottle and goblets down on the table, your previous smugness evaporating.

"What has she done?" you demanded, your eyes narrowing, and arms crossing.

Kyorlin swallowed hard. "She questioned us about your abilities, sister. We told her what little we knew, but she… she was furious. She threatened us, made it clear that she would make our lives a living hell if we didn’t cooperate."

Anger flared within you. You turned on your heel, ready to storm off and confront Minthara, but your brothers leapt up grabbed your arms, desperation in their eyes.

"Please, sister, don’t!" Lesaonar pleaded. "We should not have even told you. She’ll find a way to hurt us without breaking the vow. You know she will."

You stopped, torn between your fury and the palpable fear in your brothers’ faces. Minthara had indeed found a way to instill terror in them, and you realized that confronting her head-on might only make things worse for them. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm.

"Fine," you said through gritted teeth. "I won’t confront her. But I will find a way to protect us. To protect our House. Trust me."

That night, you entered your shared quarters, your mind still racing with thoughts of Minthara’s threats and your brothers’ fear. The tension was thick in the air, and as you prepared for bed, you felt Minthara’s presence behind you. She moved with a predatory grace, her eyes glinting with a dangerous curiosity.

"So," she said, her voice silky and dangerous, "you possess some extraordinary abilities. I must admit, I am eager to see them in action again."

You turned to face her, your expression defiant. "And why, exactly is that?"

Minthara’s smile was cold and calculating. She stepped closer, her gaze never leaving yours. "Observation, of course. I cannot wait to find out how they work, how you can be… harnessed, so to say."

She reached out, tracing a finger along your jawline. You resisted the urge to flinch, meeting her predatory gaze with one of your own.

"You’ll find that I am not so easily controlled." You told her, your eyes locked into hers. You would not back down, not now.

Minthara chuckled, a low and sinister sound. "We shall see, my darling betrothed. We shall see."

The tension between you was electric, the chemistry undeniable even as you both put up a façade of indifference. You could feel her desire to dominate you, to break you, and it only fuelled your determination to resist her, to fight her.

Eventually you took a step back, and you could feel Minthara's hot gaze on you, looking you up and down. You were in silk robe, tied across your waist, and you suddenly felt self-conscious under her gaze. She had never looked at you like this before, like she wanted to devour you - and not in the murderous sense.

You recomposed yourself and flounced away, but as you walked away Minthara caught your wrist and yanked you towards her. She caught you off guard and you fell into her, your bodies pressing together. Before you could protest, she wrapped an arm around your waist and clasped a hand over your mouth. Her head nuzzling into your neck.

"Hush now, let me speak." Minthara whispered to you, you could feel her warm breath on your neck. "You know you could just show me yourself, be rid of these incessant prideful hinderances. Display your talents for me, your betrothed, your future wife."

You wouldn't let it show, and you would rather be eaten by a bulette than tell her, but the way she held you, the way she talked to you, you could feel a warmth pool between your legs. Minthara removes her hand from your mouth and slides it down your neck, you can't help it when your breath hitches when she uses her thumb to caress a certain sensitive spot on your neck. You can feel her proud smile as your body conveys what your words would never.

"Let go of me." You shakily try to demand but her grip on you is unyielding.

"I don't want to." She hums to you and you try to remove yourself from her grip, but she pulls her arm around her waist closer to herself, pressing you tightly into her abdomen.

"M-Minthara let me go, now." You try to assert yourself, but you feel her lips just fractions aways from your skin and your heart begins to race. In an effort of preserving your pride, you pull out the last move you have. "Please, Minthara."

At the sound of your pleading, Minthara sighs in delight and releases you, relishing in the way you retreat to your side of the bed, her dominance asserted. Oh how she cherishes the way you look at her with trepidation. She slowly saunters towards you an aloof smirk on her lips. "Worry not, my betrothed, I will not try anything until you are begging for it."

"You can pray to Lolth all you like for that day, but it will never come" You snap at her, and Minthara laughs and it sends a chill through you.

"Never is such an absolute term, I cannot wait to make you choke on it."

[therainscene]

Ohohoho, the First Shadow spoilers trickling in certainly have me thinking thoughts.

Specifically, thoughts about my Mind Flayer origin theory.

Major TFS spoilers ahead. Bear in mind that I haven't seen the play for myself; I'm relying on opening night leaks, which may or may not be accurate. Do what you wish with that information.

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Looks like I got the powers part of my theory totally wrong, but that's fine, because that part wasn't really necessary for the theory to work.

The important question is whether or not the black cloud was created by El when she disintegrated Henry in the lab... and whether I got that right or wrong hinges on a particular detail I'm dying to learn more about.

[Source]

I need to know what he drew.

If he drew a formless cloud, then I guess the Mind Flayer really is just some evil extra-dimensional alien that always existed and has nothing to do with El. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But if he drew the spider monster. In 1959. When we know Henry wouldn't create it until at least 1979?

Then we've almost certainly got ourselves a predestination paradox -- the perfect vehicle for telling a story about the cycle of abuse. Let's recontextualize what S4 showed us:

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Young Henry gets trapped in Dimension X and is possessed by the Mind Flayer, granting him powers. Later, he draws the monster that possessed him.

Adult Henry, driven batshit fucking insane by his decades-long enthrallment to both the Mind Flayer and Dr. Brenner, slaughters the lab kids to absorb their powers and tries to encourage his favourite to join him in super-villainy.

She refuses. He tries to kill her.

Terrified and desperate, Eleven uses the powers she inherited from him to turn him into a mass of black particles and chucks the whole sorry lot into an alternate dimension.

Henry finds the cloud of black particles in Dimension X.

He immediately recognizes them for what they are, and realizes that he and the particles haven't just been sent back to Dimension X, but back in time.

The thing possessing him had been his older self all along.

He fashions the cloud into the monster he saw as a child -- becomes the predator he was always born to be -- and lies in wait, like a spider in its web, for the cycle to repeat.

[l8rs-gat0rs]

You got some time?

Pairing: Carol Danvers x AFAB Spider person!reader

Warning(s): smut ;) , flirty Carol, reader is also kinda a flirt, CAPTAIN KIIIINK, Carol using her powers in you in you, degradation, moderate fluff, Dom Carol is a warning itself.

Summary: The Captain's got some free time on her hands and so do you, you decide to have a night out because superheroes don't get many of those. As the night goes on, Carol decides time isn't the only thing she wants her hands on and you have the exact same idea.

Word count: 3.4k

I know, I know, I have requests to finish but my brain would not let me write them until I finished this one. I will get to the requests soon! I swear😔

Happy kinktober btw!!!! One of the best times of the year if I do say so myself😌 I obviously didn't participate in all 30 days bc I've tried in previous years, and it did not work out Haha, but here's at least one fic for Kinktober before it ends!

Side note for story purposes: I know a lot of people have their own spider personas with suits they made for them, which might I add, I've loved looking at all the artwork of! Buuuut, just so one or two of the scenes make sense, the reader's mask is kinda like Jessica drew's. The one in the comics, not across the spider verse just so we're clear. Like, the nose, mouth, and chin are open and the reader's hair is out from the top.

~~~~18+ MINORS DNI~~~~

You swung through the streets of Queens, smiling as you saw people point at you excitedly.

You were doing your evening rounds and all was looking quiet, thankfully.

You swung onto a rooftop and landed gracefully.

You had to say, you loved New York City. You grew up with the sounds of cars honking all night outside your window, you found it to be charming rather than annoying.

On top of all the warm memories and friends you made in the city, one of your favorite things in the world, nothing could beat the view of the sun setting behind all the buildings and skyscrapers from a rooftop.

"It never gets old does it?" You heard a woman's voice behind you.

You turned around as she landed, recognizing her voice.

"Carol" You smiled.

"Hey spider girl." She smiled at you, using one of your titles endearingly.

"Captain." You said right back.

If you weren't staring at her so intensely, you wouldn't have caught the slight falter in her confidence as she looked away, clearing her throat before looking back at you.

However, before you could comment on it she locked eyes with you once more and spoke.

"I'm kind of jealous you've had this view all your life." She spoke quietly, moving to stand next to you and gaze over the view you had previously been looking at.

You turned around and smiled.

"Yeah, well I bet nothing beats space." You smirked and nudged her with your elbow.

She chuckled, turning back to look at you.

"It's not all that, lots of emptiness and darkness if I'm being honest, and I miss the people."

She turned back to the sunset before continuing.

"I like this much better." She sighed.

The sun shone a beautiful golden light onto her face. As the wind blew through her hair, the sun made it shine even more golden than it already was.

"Yeah, me too." You said softly.

She turned to you and smiled, a faint blush reaching her cheeks as she realized what you meant.

"Ew you’re so cliché," she punched your arm lightly, causing you to laugh.

"So everything clear on your front?" She asked, turning to you.

"Yup, just finished my evening rounds. There's no sign of any supervillains, and I left a guy webbed to a pole for the cops. Surprisingly quiet other than that." You shrugged.

She chuckled causing you to smile at the sound.

"Well, it's all quiet on my end as well, sooooo...." She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"Soooo?" You responded curiously.

"Come on! We finally both have some free time, let's do something together!" She exclaimed.

It was true, you usually didn't have free time, and when you did, Carol wasn't free.

After thinking about it for a minute, you agreed.

"Alright, what did you have in mind?" You smiled, causing her to jump in the air and clap.

"How abouuuut, we watch a movie?" She pitched after calming down.

"Hmm okay, what kind of movie?" You asked absentmindedly walking up the side of the water tower that was on the roof.

Carol lifted her head to watch you as she mused.

"What about a rom-com?" She asked with faux innocence.

You stopped in your tracks as you stood upside down from under the water tower.

You attached a web to the underside and slowly descended, still upside down, till you were in front of Carol, her eyes following you the whole way down.

"A rom-com you say?" You smirked.

"Yeah, why not?" She shrugged.

"What's with the smirk?"

"Nothing, nothing....So is this like...a date?" You swung lightly, your hair swaying with you.

"So rom-com equals date to you?" She smirked.

"No, but you specifically asking me to watch a rom-com with just you, feels like a date."

"Okay, then what if it was a date?" She shrugged.

"Then I wouldn't be mad" You smiled, still hanging upside down, but stopping your swaying.

"Then it's a date." She said, moving closer to you, while watching your lips.

"Isn't this a bit cliché?" You whispered with a playful smile, referencing her earlier comment.

"What, you want me to be upside down too?" She joked.

You laughed before stealthily turning yourself upright and landing on the floor, letting go of your web.

"I mean we haven't even been on the date yet, Danvers." You chuckled.

"Fair enough, I can wait." She said coolly.

"Who said I was kissing you at all tonight?" You shot back.

"I just have a feeling," she smirked before turning to walk away from the water tower.

You followed her, smiling at her confidence.

"You look good in the mask by the way." She added, not turning around.

Your face felt hot at her unexpected compliment.

"Th-Thanks" You cursed yourself for stuttering.

She looked over her shoulder and smirked at your response.

"No problem, so, I'll meet you at the theater on 37th avenue?" She asked, turning around to face you and slowly walking backwards.

"Yeah, sure." You confirmed.

"I'm gonna wear something nice tonight." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow, the great Captain Marvel dressing up all for me!?" You gasped, over-exaggerating your reaction with your hand over your chest.

She stopped walking backwards.

"Not for you, it's just been a while since I dressed up." She rolled her eyes.

"Come onnnn, admit it! It's mostly for me." You smirked and crossed your arms as you finally stood in front of her.

"Well I'll admit one thing, you're special." She winked.

You felt your chest swell with warmth and you smiled like an idiot.

"Alright then, I'll dress up a bit too." You thought about what to wear.

"Oh? That sounds promising." Carol smirked before you saw her body start to glow with energy.

"See you soon?" She asked with a raised brow and she started to lift off the ground.

"See you soon, captain." You smiled and saluted her.

She smirked before flying off the opposite way of you.

"What. A. Woman." You sighed aloud to yourself with your hands on your hips before swinging towards your house.

When you get home you fretted over what to wear.

You didn't wanna go overboard, but it was a date, Carol also said she was dressing up...

You settled with a red button up, the first 2 buttons unbuttoned, tucked into black jeans with suspenders, topping it off with your favorite black chuck Taylors.

"Wow I look so gay." You chuckled to yourself.

You stepped outside your house and put your portable suit that Tony gave you in your pocket.

You didn't like wearing it that much, preferring the suit you designed yourself, but hey, when duty calls....

You got into the Uber you had ordered and gave the driver the address of the theater.

When you got there, you saw Carol already waiting outside, and boy did your jaw drop.

She was wearing a suit with a bow tie, her hair was in waves, and she topped it all off with shiny black dress shoes.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled when she saw you get out of the car.

"Jesus Christ Carol, I thought I was gonna be overdressed." You gaped at her.

She looked at you with a smirk.

"You look extremely good, trust me"

"And you look like you're going to a movie premier." You laughed.

"Hey, like I said, I don't get to dress up often. This was just hanging in my closet collecting dust." She gestured to her suit.

"Well in any case, you look absolutely stunning, Carol." You smiled at her, barely managing to keep your jaw shut as you glanced over her once again.

"Thank you, you as well. That outfit really...suits...you" She winked, giving you a nudge.

You rolled your eyes at her pun referring to her own outfit.

"God, you are so corny." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Come on, you loved it." She laughed.

You cracked a smile.

"Okay yeah, it was cute." You laughed along with her.

"Oh, so you think I'm cute?" She smirked.

"Oh shut up! Lets just go buy the movie tickets before all the good seats are taken." Your face heated up, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the theater as she laughed, letting you drag her.

The two of you bought tickets to a rom-com that was currently playing in theaters.

People stared at the two of you, or maybe just Carol, but nobody had the guts to come up to either of you when they saw her hand around your waist.

You made your way into the theater with minimal distractions, the only one being a little girl saying hello to Carol and high fiving her.

You had smiled fondly at the cute interaction.

"I'm actually excited, I wanted to see this movie if I'm being honest." You explained excitedly.

"Well then, I'm glad we came." Carol said as you made your way to your seats.

The two of you had come in a bit late so the lights were dim and the trailers were playing.

When you sat down Carol immediately held your hand, causing heat to slap your face as you looked at your intertwined hands.

She smiled at you as you looked up to meet her eyes, which were already watching you.

"You're adorable you know?" Carol confessed to you in a hushed whisper.

"I could say the same thing about you." You smiled.

She smiled back, but before she could say anything else, the theater went dark and the movie began to play.

"Oh shit it's starting!" You whispered excitedly, moving your attention to the screen.

The two of you watched the movie mostly in silence, occasionally, you would feel Carol's thumb lightly brushing your hand, or you would make an energetic comment about whatever was happening in the movie.

You were secretly a movie buff, and Carol thoroughly enjoyed getting to see that side of you revealed.

When the movie ended, you filed out of the theater along with everyone else and it was dark outside.

You looked up at the moon, shining brightly through the clouds.

"We should do this more often." Carol broke the silence, bringing your attention back to her.

"What, go on dates?" You chuckled.

"I mean of course, but also, Just you and me, hanging out, no pressure, no crazy aliens coming after us, no big fights, or catching criminals. Just, having a good time. It's nice." She smiled.

Your heart warmed at the sincerity In her voice.

"Yeah, I'd like that too Carol." You grinned at her, stopping in your tracks and putting your hands in your pockets.

"And... I'd even go as far as to say I like you." You said softly as you smiled at the ground.

You looked back up at Carol and she had the biggest grin on her face and her cheeks were flushed.

You laughed loudly at her silent reaction.

"What?"

"I like you too." She simply said.

"I like you a lot." She moved closer toward you causing your heart to flutter.

"So what do you suppose we do about it, I mean, now that it's out in the air and all that." You nonchalantly waved your hands in the air.

She chuckled as she walked towards you until she had you backed up into an alleyway you hadn't even noticed you were by.

Before you could get a word out, she grabbed you by the arm and pushed up against the wall, kissing you passionately.

You practically melted into the kiss.

"Oh, I've been dreaming about that." Carol said breathlessly as she pulled away lightly.

You didn't say anything for a moment, your brain still processing what had just happened.

"Wanna come over?" You asked her quickly just as she was about to speak up.

She cocked and eyebrow and smirked.

"I'm down."

You practically dragged her down the street before hailing a taxi that was parked on the side of the road.

"Are you working?" You asked the driver through the window.

He nodded and you got in the car, Carol getting in after you.

"Someone's in a hurry." Carol smirked, putting her hand on your upper thigh.

Your head shot down to look at her hand as you saw it glow with energy, you felt it warm your skin through your jeans.

You looked at her, biting your lip to hold in a groan.

As soon as the Taxi stopped outside your apartment, you thanked the driver and got out of the car.

You walked to your apartment holding Carol's hand the whole time.

You pressed the elevator button and got in, thankfully no one else was in there.

There was a charged silence between the two of you as you watched the numbers on the elevator until Carol broke it.

"You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow?" Carol said with a confident smirk.

Your eyes widened as you looked at her and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh shut the fuck up, Danvers." You grabbed her and smashed your lips against hers, moaning lightly.

You felt her smile against your lips before you heard the ding of the elevator, causing the two of you to quickly separate.

You speed walk to your door, ripping your keys out of your pocket, almost dropping your Stark spider suit before you shoved it into the keyhole and turned it, unlocking your door.

Carol pushes you inside and slams your back into the door to close it.

You let out a gasp as the motion winds you and Carol has an open lusty smile as her lips barely touch yours and she reaches next to you to lock the door.

After locking the door, Carol makes quick work of untucking and unbuttoning your shirt, feeling up your body.

She lets out a little excited sound as she watches you react to her touch.

"I know it was only our first date and kiss today but, I would like your permission to absolutely ruin you tonight." Carol asks, looking into your dazed eyes.

You nod without hesitation.

"Do anything you want to me, Captain." You groan.

You watch as her eyes get wild and a lustful expression graces her face.

Carol attaches her lips to your neck and immediately starts marking you. You feel her moan against your skin as she sucks on it.

Your moans fill the space of your apartment even more as she squeezes your chest underneath the sports bra while she works on your neck.

Once she is satisfied with her work, she plays with your hardened nipples as she whispers hotly into your neck, her warm breath contrarily leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"You're so pretty like this baby." She moves her thigh in between yours and pushes you down onto it.

You gasp out as you start moving your hips against her muscular thigh.

"Mmm that's it, just like that baby."

You watch as she pulls back and holds you up against the wall as she watches your hips working her thigh with her mouth hanging open.

You slip your hand into her pants and she lets out a moan when you start rubbing tight circles on her clit.

Carol closes her eyes in pleasure and moans loudly as you slip your fingers into her already soaking wet core, moving your hips fast against her thigh as she jerks her hips against your fingers.

Before the two of you get too lost in the pleasure Carol halts her movements, as well as yours. Before you open your mouth to protest, she looks you in the eyes and you see that they've darkened, her pupils blown out.

"As much as I'd like both of us to cum right here, right now, we should take this to the bedroom." She chuckles breathily as she pants.

"Mmmm, a modest lady huh?" You smirk as she helps you stand up straight again before you lead her to your bedroom.

"Hey, it's our first time, I want it to be amazing." She holds your hand.

You look at her and smile as you lead her into your bedroom, your heart feeling warm from her revelation.

"Me too," you nod.

"But I also need you to fuck me like... really bad." You add.

"I can absolutely do that " Carol smirks as both of you start to remove your shirts.

"Tell me how bad you want it." Carol whispered in your ear.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." You groaned, your forehead falling against her neck as you breathed heavily.

Carol pushed you till the back of your knees hit the bed and you sat down, looking up at her.

"Fuck, those eyes... tell me princess, you want my fingers in you?" She asked, cocking her head as she slowly got down on her knees in front of you.

"God yes, I want your fingers-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Carol had pulled your pants down and moved your underwear to the side, shoving two of her long fingers into you.

You gasped, your mouth hanging open while you stared at her with furrowed brows.

"I already knew the answer." She smirked.

"God, could you just shut up and-"

She pushed her fingers in deeper, all the way to her knuckles and you let out a choked moan.

"hmm? What was that baby?" She held her smirk, still standing on her knees.

You laid down, your back hitting the bed roughly as you slid down a little, pushing your core closer to her.

"F-fuck you.." You gasped as she pulled her fingers out and pushed them all the way back in, reveling in the wet sounds.

"Shit, I could listen to your pretty pussy all day. You'd like that wouldn't you? Me fucking you all day?" She cooed.

You nodded aggressively, panting as the pace of her fingers started to quicken.

"Yeah? Oh I know, you love being fingered like a slut huh?" Carol started to pant.

You don't know what came over you but you moaned loudly,

"C-captain!"

Carol's eyes went wild and you felt warmth and a little buzz inside you.

You gasped out,

"Holy fuck!!" Your legs felt like they were going numb.

"Call me that again." She growled lowly, the pace of her fingers quickening.

You looked down at her and saw her hand glowing, before letting your head fall back and arching your back.

"Captain, fuck... don't stop." You moaned loudly.

"That's right, let your captain know how good she's making you feel. I can feel your slutty pussy practically sucking my fingers in." She moaned.

And she was right, you could feel yourself clenching around her fingers tightly as you rapidly approached your high.

"Yeah, oh god, I'm- you're gonna make me cum, Captain... Please... It feels so good, you make me feel so good...Please make me cum." You moaned in between pants.

"As you wish, princess." She smirked, her fingers combined with the warmth of her inside you sending you over the edge.

Carol continued thrusting her fingers deep inside you, watching your face as you writhed in pleasure, your back arching off the sheets once again as you grabbed the sheets tightly and moaned loudly with your eyes shut tight.

When it was too much to bare due to the sensitivity, you pushed at Carol's hand and she obediently pulled her fingers out.

You watched as her hand stopped glowing and watched her hungry eyes as she panted while examining her fingers coated in your juices.

She brought her fingers to her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, barely putting her fingers in her mouth.

Once her fingers touched her tongue you watched with furrowed brows and your mouth hanging open as she moaned loudly, closing her eyes and sticking her fingers all the way Into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around her fingers for a couple of seconds before pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a pop and meeting your eyes.

"Baby, you taste fucking amazing." She breathed out.

You groaned and let your head fall back on to the bed as your breathing started to fall down.

You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned your head, meeting Carol's warm gaze.

"How was that for our first time?" She smirked.

"I think it could've been better." You shrugged jokingly.

"Oh? Well, I guess that means it's time for round two."

[catmansquad]

Unstable (3)

Here we go again... Even more Yandere!Miguel

You were filled with joy and mirth, a night out at a table at the Yew Crozier, surrounded by friends. The table was filled with empty glasses and half-drunk ones. But you were most grateful to your husband; the man who was nearly too large for the chair, long legs tucked awkwardly under the table. He was smiling, he was laughing, and he almost always had a hand on you. Either taking your own, when the moment struck him, or leaving you minutely flustered at his touch running up and down your thigh in gentle yet firm strokes only for you to witness. It was a welcome relief; to see him to so full of vitality again, a decent night’s sleep where you had been practically glued to his body, held in strong arms in a grip he did not relinquish until the late hours of the morning. It had always been “let’s not get up yet” or “just five more minutes”, accompanied by soft smooches that made his words very difficult to resist.

If you only knew just how shallow and forced his each and every reaction truly was. Deep in his chest, anger boiled and writhed like a hissing serpent. Miguel was irritated; he did not enjoy the noisy atmosphere, his heightened senses were being irritated by the stench of alcohol, the tiresome voices and laughter of your friends. He was sat at a table with a group of complete strangers, pretending to know them, pretending to laugh at their awful jokes. The only reason that he did not rise, grab the table and take them all out in one great swing was that you were right by his side. You were his. These friends of yours didn’t understand- they couldn’t grasp just how deep his affections ran for you. It didn’t matter. He had all their names, their faces, their addresses and those of their close family and friends. He was plotting, plotting so deeply. ‘Mig?’ Your voice drew Miguel from the dark palace of his mind, back into the hazy, heady atmosphere of the Yew Crozier, your eyes on him, almost expectantly. ‘Hm?’ At his questioning hum, your eyes narrowed, almost disappointed. ‘C’mon, Mig… I was just telling them about Spider-man. We have a Superhero now. A living, breathing Superhero; suited, masked, buff as hell…’ The murmurs of agreement flowed around the table, of people recounting the scant few sightings of the Superhero, of the accidents he had prevented and the lives he had saved. Miguel felt the tension gradually ease from his body- finally, a topic he could enjoy listening to. Pride was a beast all its own in his chest. ‘Seems like a nice guy. I haven’t seen him myself, but I see he’s already got quite the reputation among you.’ He squinted as one of your friends turned their phone to him; showing the blurry image of the red and blue clad Superhero swinging through the city by night. ‘Man is absolutely awesome. He’s also an absolute beast. Must be nearly seven feet tall and could probably juggle cars for fun. I’d let him web me up and take me wherever he wants.’ Miguel bit back the urge to laugh at their admittance. There was only one person he had eyes and urgings for, and you were sat right beside him. At a particularly filthy comment from one friend in particular about just how they would like Spider-man to treat them, answered by amused laughter by nearly everyone else at the table, Miguel quietly decided that he’d had enough of them for one night. He yawned into the palm of his hand, hiding his fangs, before stretching with a smile and a soft groan, settling an arm across your shoulders. ‘I think I’m gonna have to call it a night, mi amor, I’ll see you at home, mm?’ His kiss on your cheek was sweet, and lingered for slightly too long. You weren’t too bothered, just another sign of Miguel’s near-constant exhaustion finally breaking through his renewed energy. You smiled and tried to return the kiss, watching your husband try and move his head to draw your lips to his own at the last moment with a confident smirk, before finally he stepped away, hand ghosting warm across your shoulder. ‘I’ll see you when I get back, Miggy. Won’t stay here too late, I promise.’

Nearly two hours later, you and your friends stumbled, merry and tipsy into the moonlit streets. Swaying from each other’s shoulders for support. Some of your friends were trying to sing, but their words were slurred and half the lyrics were forgotten and replaced by hiccups. It was only halfway down a silent street did one friend in particular blink up at the moon and raise a shaking finger, pointing. ‘L-look! Look! There! ‘S…. It’s Sp-hic-tarantula-man!’ You followed his gaze, feeling slightly more sober than your friends for the sight of the red and blue Superhero who was swinging across the city with a majestic grace, spinning lines of webbing from wrists and flipping into a perfect somersault to land before you and your friends, much to their awe and appreciation. ‘Well, look who’s out for the night…’ The Superhero widened his stance, hands on hips, tone warm and joyful. ‘Does your husband know you’re out this late? He’s probably worried sick about you?’ You tried to ignore your friends’ growing hysteria at the Superhero’s proximity. ‘… You know about my wedded life?’ ‘Can I tell you a secret? I’m deep in love myself.’ You watched that expressive mask narrow in a wink. ‘Want me to walk you home, or do you think you’ll make it without being run over?’ He chuckled softly, watching Your flustered reaction. ‘… I think… I’ll shout for you if I need help.’ ‘Heh. Sure, looks like your friends want my help right now- they look like they’re about to pass out.’ He kept his gaze on you as he hurried off into the night. Lyla was keeping tabs; she would ensure you were home safely. But he would get back first, just one thing to do first. He held out his strong arms, beckoning softly. ‘C’mon then, guys. Huddle up if you want a photo! Other places to be tonight!’

As your friends gathered around, he draped his arms across as many as he could, chuckling good naturedly, bringing them closer and endured the flashing lights of primitive phones, photo after photo from hysterical people, resisting the urge to push them off from hugging him until finally they had their fill. ‘All good? Great! There was just one more thing…’ He waited to ensure he’d kept their attention before leaning in, voice low. ‘… So. Here’s what’s going to happen; you’re all going to leave them alone now. You’re not going to meet them; you’re not going to talk to them. At all. They don’t need you anymore. They’ve got me now. If I find out- and believe me, I will find out- that you’ve been talking to them… I’m going to find your family, and hurt them. Then I’m going to find you, and hurt you. I don’t want to do it, believe me, I’m a reasonable guy. But if you try my patience, you’ll find out just how strong I really am. Do we have an understanding?’ His masked face searched the crowd of horrified expressions that stared back at him. ‘I’m gonna take your stunned silence as a yes. Remember; I’ll know. Have a good night now.’ He was off once again, swinging through the streets. He could have run, he was easily faster than you, he was probably faster than most of the cars on the street if he pushed himself hard enough. He landed beside you, soft as a shadow, watching you nearly recoil straight into a wall, but his arm was around your waist, stabilizing you and softly guiding you closer against his body. ‘Let me walk you home, hmm? These are dangerous streets, better to have someone by your side. Even better… You…’ One finger playfully tapped your nose, drawing an amused giggle from you, you watched his mask’s expression crease up, like he was smiling beneath. ‘… You’re lucky. You get to have a Superhero by your side.’ The strong arm across your waist softly squeezed, pulling you closer against his broad body.

The night remained still and calm, you were more than happy in Spider-man’s embrace. It was comforting, almost familiar. Perhaps if you had been sober, you would have noticed the familiar warmth, or the equally familiar scent of cologne that clung to him. As it was, you were more than happy to lean into his broad body, walking down the silent streets like lovers. It brought to mind the memories of happier times; when you and Miguel had been first in love, before his work had taken over his life- even back then he had spoiled you, walking you home from nights out with friends, leaving you wrapped against the chill of night in a coat that was far too big for you. ‘Mm…. You remind me of my husband… He’s warm… ‘n now he’s big and strong, too….’ At your words, Spider-man chuckled softly. ‘Heh, I think you’re too drunk and tired to be out walking around like this. You look like you’re about to fall asleep, want me to carry you…?’ He didn’t wait for an answer, only chuckling at your surprised squeal as he crouched and effortlessly picked you up in his arms, cradling you close against his chest. ‘… Te amo, mi vida…’ His words were a soft whisper, masked face nuzzling against your forehead and you managed to push his head away with a whine of half-hearted effort. ‘No, no kisses... No, I’m married, I’ve got a husband… ‘M not cheatin’ on him…’ He laughed harder, huge form shaking with it before he calmed himself, striding down the street with you in his arms. ‘… No… You really aren’t…’

Your memories of last night were hazy; you had the vaguest recollection of being laid down into the familiar softness of your bed, then soon after, Miguel was there beside you, lavishing you with kisses and warm hugs, and that was how you had found sleep. It was also how you had found yourself the next morning. ‘Mm… Morning, Miggy…’ ‘Good morning, mi amor… You sleep like an angel…’ He pulled you closer, flush against his body with a fond hum, nuzzling into your neck to leave soft kisses there. ‘… I think I got carried home by Spider-man last night, Mig… He was very warm and friendly…’ He scoffed, pulling back to give you a grin. ‘Spider-man? No, no… You don’t remember? Mi vida, I brought you home last night. But, sure, if you want to think I’m a Superhero, I’m not going to complain… Now, did you want breakfast, or did you want to just stay in bed with me, for a while longer? I don’t mind, either way… I have everything I need right here in my arms….’ His eyes glinted with mirth, and something more intense, his smile was gentle and loving. You had a wonderful husband.

It was three days later, halfway through dinner, where Miguel had threatened to throw you outside for your pronunciation of “tortilla”. As soon as it had left your lips, he had frozen like a statue, then he slowly looked up, eyes meeting your own and he swallowed his food. ‘What did... you just say? Ay, dios mio- What the shock just left your mouth?’ ‘Tortillas?’ You spoke again, watching one of his eyelids twitch briefly. ‘… My love. If I ever hear that abomination “to-till-uh” escape your lips again, you’re going to be locked out of the house. Tortilla.’ ‘Tortilla.’ You repeated, following his pronunciation and seeing him nod gratefully and returning to his food. It was only a moment before he glanced up at you, tongue running over his lips. ‘You know… Now I’m pretty wound up from that. Tonight, I might have to teach you the error of your ways, mm?’ You couldn’t fight the smirk that was growing on your features and met his gaze. ‘That so, Miggy? What are you going to teach me…? Something fun? Do you think it might hurt?’ ‘Only if you want it to…’ Miguel purred with a wink. Almost simultaneously, the doorbell rang, as Miguel’s watch began to buzz. ‘Who the hell is calling at this hour…?’ You rose up from your seat, watching Miguel’s gaze stay firmly on whatever he was reading. Apparently, he wasn’t going to answer the door. So, the issue of the late night caller fell to you as the doorbell buzzed again. Out in the hall, you heard Miguel’s chair creak, almost clattering to the floor as if he were rising in a panic.

‘Alright! Alright!’ You answered as the doorbell was joined by a frantic knocking. Unlocking the door, you pulled back the bolts and chains before pulling the door open. Your eyes went wide at the sight of the trembling figure on the other side; shivering in dirty clothes, with healed cuts and a faint black eye, with messy, wild hair and a desperate look of relief. You caught your husband as he all but stumbled over the threshold, feeling him sink to his knees in your arms and drag you down with him. ‘…. Oh… Oh, mi amor… Mi vida….’ ‘M-Miguel?!’ Compassion and confusion were twin serpents in your chest, tugging you one way and another. ‘B-but…! M-Miguel! What happened?!’ ‘I was… He took everything… I’m so sorry, my love…’ He was exhausted, his voice was faint and tiny. He looked weary, wounded, and starving, and clung to you like his life depended on it. The little whimper that escaped him was heart-breaking as you pulled away and you ran through the house, sliding on the carpet as you stopped by the dinner table, two plates abandoned half-eaten, one chair upended, and the back door ajar. You hurried outside, peering into the darkness, spinning on the spot and dreading that you had gone utterly mad. How could you have been eating dinner with the man who was now on your doorstep?! If the light had been better, you might have noticed the clawmarks in the stone of the exterior, or the red eyed figure who watched you from the roof; teeth gritted, fangs and claws bared, and murder already burning in his heart. He watched you hurry back inside, locking the door behind you, ready to attend to your husband. ‘Apparently a warning wasn’t good enough for that hijo de puta, Lyla…’

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

Damaged

I dont think this is so much a poem as me just smashing words together to cope. im just trying to make sense of things. this is years and years of pieces of myself and of Crowley spilled over the screen. i might have taken it too far i mightve choked on the things i wanted to say but well it's done now so yeah. please proceed with caution this poem deals with self loathing and the such

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How can you see beauty

In a broken thing like me?

For I am tainted, stained by sin

How can you love a crippled soul

That’s marked by scars too deep to hide?

Scorched and carved up and then spit out

By the place I once called my own

Forced to grow fangs and claws

To shield myself from the torment of my past

But now, I brush my hands against yours

And I leave a trail of scarlet upon your flesh

I've become the beast I feared

Struggling to recognize the reflection in the mirror

As it distorts 

Into a monstrous mask

Yet you hold me with gentle hands

As spiders spill from my eye sockets 

Falling on the ground that grows webs in their wake

Securing me in place

To ensure that I cannot escape

Myself

Yet you remain steadfast by my side

As my sharp branches that I call limbs

Ensnare your figure and pierce your sacred skin

I see the pain etched upon your face

And I curse myself for it

For this is how I love—

With claws that cut and fangs that maul

And no one should endure the love I give

For is it love, if it destroys

You?

Yet still, you stay,

A martyr, a sacrifice,

A holy fool

You see value where there is none

I am but a stain upon your purity

A blemish on your perfection

A poison coursing through your veins

A parasite feeding on your kindness

Venom oozes out of my wounds

Burying you alongside the echo of my being

I am a plague, spreading with every breath I take

The ruptured creature within

Will not stop until you collapse into my useless arms

Until we become one

And I would rue the day I first drew breath

The day She sculpted me out of fire

And left me there to burn

The day she imprisoned me in this vessel

Cursed me to crawl on broken legs

She never loved me—

How could She love a creation designed to falter?

Yet you do 

Despite my flaws?

So teach me, angel, if you dare

Show me that I’m not beyond repair

For I’m still damaged, in need of mending

How can I not be? Look at me

How can you love this misshapen thing I am

With jagged edges, dented thorns?

My mouth so rough, my wings all faulty

My eyes unable to perceive the light

My body, nothing but shards of broken glass

And my heart, a barren wasteland

My tongue slit, but what’s one more tear,

On my already fractured frame?

How can you love me

When I have forgotten

How to love myself?

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[maybevafer]

Well I REALLY don't like that "Gojo Satoru situation" going on in Twisted Wonderland with Jack so I made a decision to redesign it by myself! First of all it's just old-fashioned humanization with my beloved silly man.... I really like he's classic design so I'm not changing it too much. And for my version of pumpkin boy I have to draw him even younger then the character in the game. I think it's suits him better so far as he have kinda childish and bright personality. Shirt style reminds me about vampires, not skeletons... Well, I change it too. I really don't get sunglasses thing even if it looks like his eye sockets.... Isn't it too modern for his style?... Added him some makeup inspired by v-kei performers, I think it suits him reeeally well. I also like some details on game version: his ribs-like parts, wings-like jacket collar and stitches (hello Sally). So I added this too. Removed this stupid tiara and replaced with little hat with spider web lace :3

Look, I understand that, characters in TW not really a humanization, but more like inspired on some Disney bad guys, but that's not carry any Jack's mood at all. You may like it, I don't. So I just drew it how I see it <3

[lacedinweb22]

Web of Lies (Miguel O’Hara x reader)

🕸️ Entangled series 🕸️ ch. 7 prev part

After the party and your falling out with Miguel, your isolation forces you to reflect… and so does the strange spider activity outside of your apartment.

cw: none

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I ditched class for a whole week. I didn’t answer Miguel’s texts. I figured that the withdrawals from loving him would be less painful than the continuous aches from being strung along by someone I was hopelessly devoted to.

I sat up in bed, legs crossed and hovering over my textbooks, catching up on work. The rain pattered on my apartment window; the weather seems to be matching my mood lately. I flipped through our lab notebook, turning through the pages until I noticed a gum wrapper sticking out of the back. I flipped to that page to find a sketch of me, obliviously looking down at my notebook, which was perfectly centered and surrounded by the rest of a completely scribbled page of equations and chaos. Miguel drew me? When did– How–

I traced the curves and strokes of the carefully detailed sketch, graphite staining my fingertips. In the midst of chaos. I threw myself back onto the bed, replaying memories from the party: us standing across from each other in the crowd, the way his face was lit up by the lights, in the darkness, the way he looked at me, only me in the midst of chaos. I remembered him carrying me, the butterflies I felt, the way his eyes felt on mine, the way he stuck by my side the whole night, his drunken words in the bathroom. Something switched. I replayed our conversation in the bathroom. He said that I was the only girl, that he wanted to keep me away from everyone else at the party, keep me near him.

Fuck. Maybe I am oblivious.

It couldn’t have been clearer. I was a drunk asshole. I couldn’t have been more fucking self sabotaging and insecure, and it took so much from us, altering how the night could have gone. Maybe there was an “us” that I was too insecure to admit was there. I should have listened to him, given him a chance to speak.

My heart sunk, realizing what I had done. I reached for my phone and clicked on his name. Is it too late? Did I lose him? My finger hovered over the call button.

I breathed in and out, then clicked it quickly.

Straight to voicemail.

Fuck.

My screen then glowed green with a phone call from my mother. I picked up quickly.

“Ma? You never call this early, are you–” “Y/N, did you see? Spider-Man has been on your block all week. All week! Apparently he’s been lurking around there, so these freaks keep coming to him, trying to pick a fight. I mean Y/N, he caught that lizard freak who’s been living in the sewers, then that drug lord? It’s on the news right now, mijita! There’s reporters outside of your apartment! Haven’t you seen?— Why haven’t you been calling?”

I slowly stood up, walking towards my window. I moved the curtain to peek out; sure enough, there they were. Relentless news reporters and crowds of people standing out in the rain for him, loyal to a complete stranger, someone they think they know.

“I– I’ve just been busy, Mama. Ummm classes got canceled this week so I’ve been inside all week working on… a project. Don’t worry, I’ve been safe, ma, I’m good,” I lied to assure her. Why now? What’s he doing on this block—

“Mija, ten cuidado, maybe come home for a week, the countryside air will do you good,” she suggested desperately.

Memories of Miguel flashed across my mind: the jacked up dr. pepper, how he took so fucking long just to get it, how he came back flushed, hair messed up. ‘Impeccable senses’? I remembered everytime he cancelled or disappeared randomly on me. I remembered how close in height he was to Spider-Man, and how Spider-Man knew my name, how Miguel didn’t answer my call the night Spider-Man saved me, and Miguel always answered my calls.

He was a liar, and Spider-Man, and I was the oblivious idiot caught up in his web of lies.

I sat back onto my bed, sinking down in shock. This was a day of realization. Too much realization. Too much clarity.

I snapped out of it and put my focus back on my mom. “Ma, I’ll be safe here, I promise. I love you, mama, I really need to go,” I whispered into the phone. She said goodnight and I hung up quickly. I pulled on my raincoat, grabbed my backpack, our physics notebook, and headed for the door.

To be continued…

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[tubbypeddle]

hihi, could i get a matchup for percy jackson? thank you!

despite my age, i’m rather short at 5’1, with tanned skin and dark hair. my hair is also cut short at just above my shoulders. i present as female, and often use makeup such as eyeliner.

my fashion preferences skew toward the goth side— black, skirts, gloves, the like. metallic accessories are a major piece in my outfits, and i enjoy giving fashion advice when my friends ask for it.

my label on my sexuality is…weird. i don’t particularly mind my partner’s gender, but i find that I only feel attraction toward people who like me first, if that makes sense. i don’t know if there’s a specific label, but i do find it odd.

now, personality…it’s all over the place, matching whoever i am with. when i’m alone and with people i don’t know, i essentially don’t speak, just watching others awkwardly before i’m invited to the conversation. a lot of people have called me ‘weird’ in the past, but i don’t mind it anymore. anything can steal my attention away, and i find myself watching the most mundane things. even an ant on the wall can distract me from my work.

work, work…ugh. i view myself as a somewhat lazy person if I’m uninterested in the task, though it may just be my ADHD. while i do take advanced classes in my schooling, anything that doesn’t immediately pique my interest is a hard no.

one of my hobbies is collecting, with cards being my main focus. pretty rocks and crystals are also enjoyed, though they’re mainly to be admired and put on a shelf. other things I’ve picked up are extremely old coins, pretty stained glass, and shells. i get extremely excited upon receiving any, to a near unreasonable extent. this maybe be a problem with my disorganization…

fears…another stupid thing. i can take collapsing in the middle of summer and walking the halls late at night, but any criticism from my parents has me shutting down and on the verge of tears. they aren’t even particularly mean, but i’m particularly sensitive to their words. my second, more mild fear are insects— spiders. i’ve been trying to use ‘exposure therapy’ on myself by getting close to them and poking the web, but it doesn’t feel like a good decision.

with how successful i can be in academics, it’s laughable how unathletic i am. i do run and get an average amount of exercise, but any heavy lifting has me struggling. those close to me in life have previously expressed concern over me being slightly underweight, but it doesn’t bother me too much. i can get up on my two feet and any pity towards me is absolute infuriating. guns seem to be more fun as a weapon, anyway.

I have a hard time expressing my affections outside of quality time and just…talking. gift-giving is also easier for me, just wrapping up a nice little crystal or other trinket to give feels nice, and easier than putting my emotions into words. in private, i can get all over a significant other— hugging, cuddling, any physical contact can help me express my feelings.

Hello!! Another PJO matchup request!!

(You’re an Athena kid, aren’t you? /lh)

I love these, they’re so cute and instill me with so much nostalgia. Mostly because i read the books rather than watched the series. (I started it, but its really hard for me to retain attention LOL)

Anywho! Let’s get into this!

You’ve been a camper at Camp Half-Blood for years, and still, it was difficult for you to feel comfortable around anybody. Even the people who were supposed to be your brothers and sisters.

Not until it was one day when three newbies arrived to camp.

He talks enough for the both of you.

Leo Valdez

As soon as he meets you, he claims it’s love at first sight. (Though, he’s a little girl crazy, he claims every girl who looks at him first is love at first sight)

He thinks you’re so pretty, and so sweet and quiet. (At first). He attaches himself to you immediately. With Drew attaching herself to Jason, and Annabeth to Piper, he feels a little left out. Even though Will was assigned to be his little tour guide, he asked that you accompany them.

After that, he kind of just hangs around you a lot.

At least, as much as he can before his quest with Jason and Piper.

After that quest is over, he clings to you like a lost puppy. He claims it’s because Piper and Jason’s lovey doveyness was sickening. That he needed to have someone like that, too.

Before either of you really get together, he’s got that dorky kind of crush on you.

You know, the one. The cute one.

He learns all of your favorite things, and learns them so he can do them with you. He really wants to show off, but he’s maybe not so good at it.

He collects little rocks and trinkets for you. He’ll find whatever cards you’re into and gift them to you, “free of charge” he says. He really just like seeing you light up like the sun every time he finds one you don’t have yet. (It’s really hard, but he’s trying.)

He’s surprised to find that the two of you are a lot more similar than he expected. The ADHD, and the RSD, and the talking a mile a minute. As soon as you trust him enough to start yapping, it’s all the two of you ever do. There’s rarely a moment where the two of you are alone.

Your feelings for him feel like they come out of nowhere. Perhaps it was when he gifted you his first card. Or maybe when he broke cabin rules to sit by you during meal times. Or, perhaps, it was when he came back from his quest to save Hera, and he was immediately looking for you. He ignored the on-field medics, he ignored Piper and Jason asking him where he was going.

He was immediately going to your cabin to give you a big hug.

If you ask him to be your boyfriend (because you might have to, he’s terrified of rejection, but he’s made it wildly clear that he’s madly in love with you) I promise he’s the most fun, and the dorkiest boyfriend you’ll ever have.

He’s attentive without meaning to be. He notices things you like, and even enjoys learning abut them just so he’ll have more of an excuse to talk to you. (As I’ve already said, but sh)

He even makes little things for you to collect, it’s become a tradition between the two of you. He makes small little things for you to admire and put on your shelves. Or even little things that might make your life easier. A card finder or something. A spider killer. I dunno. He just likes making you things, and likes seeing you using them or even displaying them next to your bunk in your cabin.

He loves the presents you give him, too! Trust that he keeps them in his infinite tool belt at all times. He loves having your gifts on him at all times.

One of your date nights (sneaking out of your cabins at night and meeting at the mess hall) was just making each other charm bracelets. He wears it always. If it keeps getting caught on things as he’s tinkering, he wears it on a chain around his neck that he keeps tucked into his shirt and out of the way.

He also loves holding you, and adores that you can do the same with him. He’s all for hugs and cuddles. He loves it, he just loves it.

Holding your hand while going around camp, sneaking kisses during Campfire. He adores sitting behind you at Campfire so he can just drape himself over you.

A touchy little feller, he is.

ALSO ALSO

He absolutely adores your fashion. He likes anything you wear, but he’s a big fan of the all black fits you got going on. He’s a big fan of the goth—ness. About you. He likes you a lot, so he likes whatever you’re wearing a lot. Even if the Camp uniform is a hideous orange tee. (He thinks you can pull it off)

Honorary mentions!

Jason Grace

(Obviously, this takes place in a world where he and Piper weren’t together, because I’m assuming you’re not a homewrecker). He lights you up in a different way. He’s softer with you, spoils you in any way you want. Perhaps your personality would change with him, even though I could see you with Leo better than Jason.

Wooo this one came out quicker than I thought it would. ANYWAY. Have fun with this!!!!!

[beatricebidelaire]

“The world is quiet here,” Sunny said, reciting the motto her siblings had found, and as her words echoed in the lobby, they heard a noise above them, a quiet shuffling from the enormous dome, scarcely audible over the sound of the croaking frogs. The shuffling grew louder, but the Baudelaires could not see anything in the blackness over their heads, which was as dark as a crow flying through a pitch black night. Finally, Violet lifted the frog-shaped lamp as far as its cord would allow, and all three children removed their sunglasses. Faintly, they could see a shadowy shape lowering itself from the machinery of the clock using what looked like a thick rope. It was an eerie sight, like a spider lowering itself to the center of a web, but the Baudelaires could not help but admire the skill with which it was done. With only a slight shuffle, the shape drew closer and closer, until at last the children could see it was a man, tall and skinny, with his legs and arms sticking out at odd angles, as if he were made of drinking straws instead of flesh and bone. The man was climbing down a rope he was unraveling at the same time, which is an activity I do not recommend unless you've had the proper training, and unfortunately the best trainer has been forced to go into hiding ever since a certain mountain headquarters was destroyed by arson, and he now earns his living doing spider imitations in a traveling show. Finally, the man was quite close to the ground, and with an elegant flourish he let go of the rope and landed silently on the floor. Then he strode toward the Baudelaires, pausing only to brush a speck of dust off the word MANAGER which was printed in fancy script over one of the pockets of his coat. “Good evening, Baudelaires,” the man said. “Forgive me for not revealing myself earlier, but I had to be sure that you were who I thought you were. It must have been very confusing to wander around this hotel without a catalog to help you.”

the way that dewey appears not at any point earlier when the kids were discussing how their afternoons went, but when sunny said the words "the world is quiet here" the words echoing through the lobby, and then he appears. this is killing me. "i had to be sure you were who i thought you were", he said. the way this is structured, the way this paragraph began, it kind of gave the vibes of "i had to be sure you, the baudelaires, are who i thought you are (volunteers, and not enemies), so i only appeared after the phrase the world is quiet here has been spoken" except that doesn't really make sense because kit obviously trusted the baudelaires and entrusted them the mission. so really "i had to be sure you were who i thought you were (the baudelaires), and i couldn't tell earlier bc you were disguised as concierges" still makes more sense. bc the kids were in disguise (even if one of them, the one dewey met, actually, was unusually short. tiny, even.) except he appeared not earlier, not later, but the moment "the world is quiet here" was spoken which is just, doing things to my mind.

on the other hand i do also think there are easy explanations for this, that is he didn't recognize sunny - or he did, but not 100%, and he wanted to be sure - earlier when he met the tiny concierge, he wasn't completely sure that these concierges were the baudelaires when they retired to lobby, but his certainty were gradually increasing, and eventually he was sure and decided that it would be safe to reveal himself. and he probably would eventually reveal himself anyway, just waiting for a proper time, and then sunny said the line "the world is quiet here" and since he was going to make a dramatic entrance of dropping himself down from the clock using a rope, obviously this is a perfect timing. suitable. the kind of lines that are spoken before one makes a dramatic entrance. if you're someone who makes entrances this way, it's a logical assumption to pick a timing this way.

a different explanation is that D couldn't be sure if he could trust the baudelaires - K did, but only because she's met them, saw them for herself, and came to the conclusion. but she didn't have time to tell him - having driven away to other important tasks to take care of. she thinks he'll be able to draw the same conclusion after his own observations, and when sunny uttered the line, it sealed it for him.

[bibiwrld]

ON HIS NERVES🩹| Miguel O’Hara

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black spider woman oc

★ Content: Teasing, flirting

—Synopsis: Alice Bernard, also known as Spider-Lily, was recruited by Jessica Drew 3 months ago. She was one of her kind. She was easygoing, kind and knew how to get on Miguel’s nerves.

–one.

ALICE’S POV

“Alice!” Ben Reilly called out dramatically against a wall.

I laughed and waved at him. “Hi Ben!”

“Oi! Alice!” Hobie waved from a table surrounded by Gwen, Miles and Pavitr.

They all waved at me.

“Hey guys!” I waved back and continued walking.

I am Spider-Lily. Named after the flower the radioactive spider that bit me, ingested.

It happened during a family vacation, while I explored the meadow. The spider escaped the unknown lab, finding its way to the meadow of various flowers, drinking the nectar of the red spider lily flower.

I was so stupid for crouching down to the flower, putting my finger out for the spider to crawl on it, but then again, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

My suit was full skin tight spandex. It was dark green, with red fingers and feet. Yellow webbing designs on my mask, arms legs and chest, with a matching yellow spider on my chest. My mask had red swirly designs and tiny yellow dots around the eyes, similar to the spider lily flower.

My abilities consisted of releasing poisonous pollen, shooting natural red webs with green tips from my wrists, that grow like vines and releases poison venom on command. I can grow the spider lily flower straight from the palm of hands, it’s a little party trick of mine. And like the flower, I bring death upon others— that’s if I felt like it.

It’s not like I haven’t killed before.

I was recruited by Jessica Drew 3 months ago, while defeating Doc Ock. She saw my potential. After joining this spider society, my life has been nothing but amazing adventures.

Then there was Miguel O’Hara, the boss. When I first came to HQ, I was blinded by his beauty, then there was that scary, gloomy and mean demeanor. After arguing with Jess for 15 minutes, he threw a watch at me and dryly said “Welcome to the club.”

A true asshole.

I’ve proved myself to him, but I went against protocol a few times, making me his second least favorite spider person, Miles being number one.

He is so fine, I’d jump at any opportunity to let him fuck me— keep it professional Alice!

My spidey senses went off and MayDay fell into my arms from the ceiling.

She giggled and looked at me. She was the cutest little thing. I cuddled her in my arms.

“MayDay!” I heard Peter B call.

I look at her. “How do you manage to always slip away from your Dad?”

She only clapped and smiled in response.

“She’s over here!”

Peter B hurried over. “Oh thank you, Alice. Your mom would kill me if anything happened to you Mayday.”

I handed her over to him and he placed her securely in the baby carrier on his chest. “It’s no problem.” I looked at Mayday and patted her head. “And you stay out of trouble.”

Peter B ruffled her hair. “Oh she will.”

I waved goodbye to them and continued walking, greeting all the other spider persons. They were all so sweet.

Walking backwards and waving, my spidey senses went off. I quickly turned around, but it was too late, bumping into what felt like a solid wall.

I backed up, rubbing my head. “My fault.”

His back muscles tensed before turning around to me. His tall stature was so intimidating, but so hot.

He glared daggers at me.

“Alice.” He looked me up and down.

“Miggy!” I greeted sweetly.

“Don’t call me that.”

“But you love it.” I twirled around him, he followed my every move.

“No, I don’t.” He replied.

Lyla appeared by his shoulder. “Alice! Hiii!”

“Lyla!” I waved. “Doesn’t Miguel love the nickname I gave him?”

“Yes he does.”

“Lyla!”

I enjoyed teasing him. I guess you could say I get on his nerves.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “No I don’t.”

“Aren’t I your favorite?” I laughed.

“No.” He stepped closer to me.

I stared up at him, a smile hiding underneath my mask.

“Yes she i—”

“Be quiet, Lyla!” He waved away the AI, but she reappeared again, laughing.

“Awwww, you care about me.” I gushed, hands on my cheeks. “You should let me take you out sometime pretty boy.” I winked.

He tensed up and walked away with no response.

“He’d totally love that.” Lyla whispered to me.

“Lyla!” He shouted.

She giggled before disappearing.

Next part: –two.

[hallokatzchen]

Discipline (NSFW fic)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara/Jessica Drew. Appearance by Peter B. Parker

Word count: 1621

Contains: Rutting!Miguel, Miguel being a strong motherfucker, implied non-con, biting, (not so) dry humping, thigh humping, pet names

Summary: Miguel is in rut and wreaking havoc in the Spider HQ, and Jessica is the only one who can stop him.

I need your discipline

I need your help I need your discipline You know once I start I cannot help myself

And you know, once I start I cannot stop myself

Nine Inch Nails - Discipline

There was a loud crash and the wrenching of twisting metal that was followed by the sound of multiple footfalls as a group of female Spiders ran and webbed their way down the large hall. A scream carried over the commotion when one of the Spiders found herself webbed by the ankle and snatched away from the group, her scream fading as she was dragged away and disappeared down the darkened corridor.

One of the Spiders was about to turn around and go back to help her, but she was quickly pulled back into the group by another. “Keep going! There's nothing we can do when he's like this!”, She yelled and tightened her grip on her arm to keep her moving.

While keeping her grip on her comrade, she looked up and saw a familiar pink robe atop an overhanging rafter.

“Peter! Go get Jess!”

His ears perked at the mention of his name, and he looked down to see the crowd of Spiders running by below him. The moment he realized they were all female, he immediately swung into action and headed for Jessica's office.

Jessica was busy going over some documents when her watch suddenly lit up with several urgent messages trying to get through. She was just about to press the button to answer when Peter barged through her office door.

“Jess! It's Miguel!”, He panted, trying to catch his breath. “Southern corridor... He caught one!” Jessica immediately typed in the coordinates and opened a portal that took her and Peter to the corridor.

The glow of the portal along with the few thin beams of sunlight through the narrow windows near the ceiling were the only source of light in the large, dark hallway. The lights had shorted out in that sector when Miguel crashed against the heavy security doors and dug his claws into the thick metal to tear the doors loose from the wall when the Spiders tried to seal him off during their escape. They couldn't see much in the darkness, but they could clearly hear the sounds of distress and... growling.

Jessica and Peter both gasped when the dim light revealed Miguel at the far end of the corridor. His large frame was highlighted by the slivers of sunlight, and his red eyes burned bright to reveal the frightened Spider that was pinned underneath him. She was gripping his shoulders tightly and using all of her strength to push against him to keep his jaws at bay as his teeth snapped just inches away from her neck. His venom dripping down and splattering on her with every loud “clack” of his teeth. Her strength faltered with each powerful snap of his hips as he rutted mindlessly between her legs, and his fangs got close enough to rip the material of her suit before she pushed him away again. They're both still fully clothed, but Miguel's intentions with her were quite clear.

“I'll get his attention, and on my signal you grab her and take her to the med bay”, Jessica whispered to Peter and he nodded in agreement and readied himself for her signal.

Miguel finally managed to get close and clamped his teeth over her throat just enough to squeeze her neck without breaking the skin. A strangled cry for help echoed in the hall when she felt his hand reach down between them and grab at the gusset of her suit. He was just about to tear it open, but stopped when he heard Jessica's voice.

“Let her go, Miguel!”

The Spider beneath him shuddered when Miguel's teeth pressed into her and his venom soaked saliva coated her skin. His deep growl vibrating against her throat. In a flash he was off of her and galloped towards Jessica with a roar that shook the walls.

“Parker! Now!”

She gave Peter the signal and he bolted towards Miguel and flipped over him to narrowly avoid his claws when the larger Spider swiped at his feet, and landed behind him to run towards the girl. Peter scooped her off the floor and assured her she was going to be okay before they both saw a flash of neon and looked up to see Miguel quickly ascending to the higher beams with Jessica in tow.

“Don't worry about me!”, Her voice faded in the distance as the light from Miguel's web blinked out of sight.

Jessica gasped when they landed on a high beam that connected two old corridors together and Miguel pushed her back against the wall near the entrance of the hall. It was dark and smelled of dust and old metal from the lack of use, and the only light was the glow emanating from Miguel's eyes.

His eyes were wide and almost completely red save for the pinprick of his pupils. His breath was erratic and blew hot on Jessica's skin through his bared teeth, and saliva ran down his chin from the extra output of venom that filled his mouth. His large hands were pressed to the wall on either side of Jessica's head to cage her in, and she winced when she heard his claws scrape against the aged metal.

His broad shoulders heaved with each breath and a ragged hiss left him when Jessica brought her hand up to gently cup his cheek.

“That time, huh?”, She asked with a soft smile, already knowing the answer.

A shuddering growl filtered through his teeth and his fingers curled to dig into the wall when he leaned into her touch. His body trembled and a deep sigh that came out as a whine echoed in the abandoned hall as he buried his face into the crook of her neck and pressed himself against her as best as he could with her swollen belly in the way. Thanks to her pregnancy she's not ovulating like the Spiders he was chasing, so her scent isn't driving him crazy.

“I know, baby... I know...”, Her voice soft and soothing while she ran her hand over his hair and lightly scratched his scalp. “It's okay... Mama's here. Mama's... oh!”

Her sentence was cut short when Miguel suddenly worked his thigh between hers and bucked his hips against her. His clothed cock slamming between her legs with urgency.

“Ah! Easy... easy!”, Her voice strained at the sudden pressure on her stomach and the intense heat that radiated through her suit from him. Another whine left him and he mouthed at the side of her neck and bucked against her again before she reached down and settled her hand on his hip. “Not so rough”, Her other hand continued to pet his hair and she whispered in his ear while she rubbed his hip, “Be careful with the baby”.

Her hand moved in a steady rhythm on his hip, and he got the hint and moved in time with it. His breathing became a little less erratic as the friction from their suits rubbed his shaft just right. His hands came down from the wall and took to Jessica's lower back with a firm grip to hold her tight while he rutted against her, and her head rolled back at the sounds of pleasure he made while he suckled on her skin.

“That's a good boy... Just like that”, She sighed when he angled his hips just right so he pressed harder against her clothed cunt. Steam practically rising from where they met thanks to his heat and her wetness. “You're doing so good for Mama”.

Her praise ended with a moan when Miguel reached down and hooked his hand under her thigh to pull her leg up around his waist to give himself better access as he picked up his pace. His breath coming in a series of grunts and growls against the side of Jessica's neck as he gets closer to his release.

“Keep going, baby. You're almost there...”, She bit her lip at a particularly hard thrust that nearly lifted her foot off the ground before her eyes rolled back into her head when it was followed by a series of slow thrusts that dragged his covered length over the seam of her suit just right to push her over the edge.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as she came with a moan that was surely heard by any Spiders on the levels below them, and she felt her release run down her thigh and soak into the material of her suit.

Her hands came up to grip his shoulders tightly as Miguel began to buck into her again when he felt her wetness through her suit. His breath coming in deep pants to match each hard thrust until he threw back his head and came with a roar that caused small bits of debris to fall from the abandoned rafters above.

Jessica gasped at the sound and held him tight while he rode out his release, and had another orgasm coaxed from her when she felt the heat of his cum through their suits.

“That's it... You did so good, baby”, Her praise was breathless when his warm mouth worried at her neck again, and she felt him grip her other thigh to pull her up until both of her legs were around his waist.

“Again...” He growled. His cock still hot and hard and pressed against her.

Her eyes went wide when she felt him pulse through her suit, and she toyed with a lock of his hair that was stuck to the nape of his neck with sweat.

“Okay, but not here”, She smiled and opened a portal that took them straight to his bedroom.

[traveling-shade]

Nightmare and confusing memory.

I debated with myself if i should post it or not- but i already talked about it so i can't really turn back-

So here it is :)

More under the cut cause i ramble a little (o lot)

plus flats and lineart-

This scene didn't really happened on the dream, but it was implied soooo. Basically, Leif having nightmares about his dead brother and being very confused about it cause- "Wasn't this guy... more bright???" But yeah- also this supposed to have text but my brain was not working- but has to do with leif's guilt for his bro's dead :) do with that as you please :)

I forgot to mention some stuff on the previous post- Just in case you're wandering why i drew him with short hair when i said that he had long hair. Well technically the long hair doesn't come up up to later on the dream, once Vi and Kabbu found him specifically. Cause i think i also forgot to mention that he was not found on the spider web, why? Because he may or may not had woken up months before :)

So basically leif spended some months trap on snakemouth den having to defend himself from all the beasts (cause the spider was not the only one) with nothing but his dead brother's nail. Yes, a nail, a hollow knight nail, a pure nail to be specific. Why does Leif has a pure nail???? Idk, did i mention all this was originally a dream of mine and that my dreams are weird??? Yes? No? Well now you know :)

Eeeeeeee i completely lost track of what more i needed to explain so imma leave it here-

sooo have a nice night/day! :D

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