#eating spiders naked (because why the fuck not)

[vertigoartgore]

1987's Web of Spider-Man Vol.31 page 10 pencils by artist Mike Zeck (with Kraven the Hunter preparing himself for his last spider-hunt).

The original coloring from the single issue (published in 1987).

The coloring of the trade paperback (published in the mid-2000s).

The coloring of the epic collection tpb (closer to the original one).

[accioscarheadthings]

ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 1

kenji sato x reader

summary: you are professor sato's student and mina contacts you when kenji finds himself with an injured kaiju baby

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

author's note: turning this into a series (?) may not follow the movie's timeline completely. future smut, so minors DNI.

masterlist !

you stood beside professor sato in the tube lift as it descended to kenji's basement.

you fiddled with the ends of your shirt, anxiety beginning to spiral within you by the second.

being at kenji’ house was something you never imagined would happen, especially after your not-so-smart first date. 

like kenji, you also had a legacy to bear, with your father as an expert mechanic, he built a titanium-alloyed suit with sato to fight by his side. and with him gone, you had to take on the mantle and the responsibility of protecting the city.

kenji knew you as his father’s student, slightly bitter that his father was spending time with someone who was not him.

but he couldn’t deny, you were a sight for sore eyes.

he would throw his words at you now and then, relishing in your sarcasm and remarks, falling more and more for your fiery demeanour and silver tongue.

and with you both fighting kaiju attacks together, it only pulled you closer to each other.

the baseball player won a bet against you, asking for just one date with you. 

you were skeptical about it, not wanting to get tangled in his spider web of messy celebrity life. but you couldn’t back off from the bet. a deal was a deal.

the date went surprisingly well, with you and kenji bickering back and forth about the most mundane things, just to get a rise out of the other. but as time went by, the sexual tension was increasing between you two.

you couldn’t deny it, no matter how much he annoyed you with his bratty charm. he was hot. 

the date was supposed to end with him dropping you in your place, but instead, you found yourself in his arms in the back of his car- naked, needy, and moaning his name like a prayer.

after that, he took you into your apartment and fucked you good, mumbling praises and promises as he drilled into you. the next morning, he left before you woke up, leaving a note saying that last night was fun. 

no calls or messages after that. he merely acknowledged your presence after that.and you were thankful for it. a bit.

part of you wished he would reach out and check in on you after that night. but you knew he wouldn’t.

it made you feel used and unwanted. took you quite a while to get over it, but you eventually did. 

you only took care of the fights he didn’t pay mind to. like the kaiju attack he ditched when the kdf intervened.

and now with the doom of meeting him again, your nerves were on end.

“fret not, dear,” professor sato glanced at your tensed state, “it will be alright.”

"professor, um, you still haven't told me why we’re at your son’s place. or what we're gonna do. or why you needed me out of all people-”

"i just need you to trust me on this, dear. you're the only one i do at this moment. can you do that for me?"

"you know i'm big on trust, professor, " i commented, shaking my head.

the lift stopped, and professor smiled, "that i do," 

when the lift doors opened, ultramn’s face was right on, big glowing eyes.

you took a step back with a yelp, “what the-"

"oh my-" ultraman gasped, “y/n… hi,” he seemed to be dazed, breathless.

you nodded nervously, glaring at his metal head and glowing eyes, glad that you didn't have to look at his handsome face, “hi,”

“dad! what is she doing here?” kenji hollered, as if you were invisible.

you glared at him even harder, tilting your head to the side at his tone.

"i apologize for my son," professor told you, "kenji, this is my assistant and she knows best about kaiju infants,"

i added, "because i've studied about them.my entire life. what they eat, their life cycle, the metamorph-"

"okay, okay, got it yeah," he waved you off in a hurry, his voice laced with impatience and worry.

you were about to snap when a pained squeal rang out and you leaned past him to sneak a peak, but ultraman obscured your view.

“dad, i’m not asking for pain, complaints, guilt, or criticism. not right now. i just-” he paused, struggling, “i need your help. both of you,” his head turned to you.

when he moved out of the way, you saw it, a gasp escaping your lips .

a baby kaiju lying on its back in the middle of the room, its head resting on ultraman’s knees while he held it down, rubbing its head. a red beam blinked under its skin, signaling its distress.

"wow," you gaped at the kaiju baby, following after professor sato.

“she was hurt, dad. we were attacked, i don’t know what to do. she got loose. i-i should’ve been there,” kenji rambled, guilt evident as he beat him up for what happened.

professor sato examined her, running a hand over a scales, “incredible,”

i held out my fist, metal plates slipping over your fingers and crawling up your arm till your elbow. you held out a hand, shooting a scanning bean from your fist to examine.

“you brought your warsuit?” ultraman asked in wonder. he knew about your identity and was hoping he’d run into you in one of the fights.

“just in case,” you shrugged, eyes on the anatomy chart you had pulled up in front of you as the holograph blinked on the arm of the kaiju, indicating the site of injury.

meanwhile, professor sato ran a chem analysis of the tranquilizer that had hit her.

"oh, hello mina," you greeted the ai when it floated towards you, “it’s been a long time,”

"indeed," mina responded, "you look well,"

"thanks,"

the kaiju baby whined in pain, squirming. you rested your metal palm on its tummy, easing your way up and down on its body, "shh, hey, hey- it's okay, we're gonna help you, baby, mkay?” you cooed.

the kaiju baby seemed to somewhat calm down at your words, its body still trembling.

“is it a he or she?” you asked, tapping and prodding her arm juncture.

“a she,” mina responded.

"she's beautiful," you looked up at her in awe, “professor, i suppose she has fracture. there’s fluid build-up in her elbow. mina, can u confirm?,”

“yes, she had a mid-humeral fracture with associated hematoma,” mina added.

the kaiju baby cried out again.

“it’s okay, you’re okay,” professor sato uttered softly caressing her arm.

mina was filling in the professor about the analysis of the tranquilizer while you got a closer look at the baby, running your metal hand over her palm.

her fist closed around your hand, the kaiju baby cooing slightly. your heart melted at the action.

“poor thing. does it hurt too much?” you reached to touch her arm where she got hurt, only for her to squeal in alarm.

“it’s okay,” kenji soothed, “she’s-” he stammered, looking at you now fully and taking in your appearance and feeling somewhat flustered, “she’s not gonna hurt you,”

you spared a glance at him, turning away, your face turning red at the mere sound of his voice. pathetic, you scolded yourself.

“can you synthesize a 100 ccs?” professor sato asked mina. 

“yes, professor,”

“good we’ll need more,”

 “more?!” kenji snapped, “for what?”

“kenji,” “you may not agree with me on anything else, but right now, i’m the best chance she has. and with y/n, it will be easier. so please, please just let me help,”

kenji glanced at you, agreeing, “okay,”

professor sato held up a ragged bunny in the air. the kaiju baby beamed at it.

“dad,” kenjis sighed in nostalgia, “bunny?”

“it always worked on you,” he placed it on the baby’s arm. he notched his walking stick between her shouler and arm, making sure it was right. i nodded in approval.

i placed my hand on the kaju baby’s palm, “hold her tight, kenji,”

two mechanical arms appeared from the ground, grabbing onto the baby’s arms.

taking a deep breath, you mumbled along with the lullaby mina played in the back and pushed her dislocated bone into place. kenji turned his head away to the side, unable to watch while the kaiju baby screeched in pain.

you sat by the stairs of the containment unit as the kaiju baby slept in it, snuggling a half-crushed car.

you were watching the footage of the kaiju baby loose in the streets, observing its movement, behaviour—

“hey,”

you slapped your watch shut and looked up at kenji, blinking, “hi,”

your eyes locked for a moment longer adn you both looked away, feeling bashful and flustered. 

you felt him sit on the stair beside you and rest his elbows on his knees, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

“so, uh, how are ya?” kenji turned to face you, his hair falling all over his forehead.

you bit back the urge to brush them back, “fine. so how’s life being a single mom with two jobs?” you teased, hoping to ease the tension.

kenji gave a small smile, his chest rumbling with a groan, “exhausting,”

“i can tell,” you noticed the fading dark circles under his eyes, the fatigue in the paleness of his skin.

“watching me that closely, sweetheart?” he tipped his head to the side, leaning forward a bit, his flirty tone showing up.

“you wish,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“it’s good to see you,” kenji spoke genuinely, “after the last time we met turned into-”

“oh dear god-” you sputtered, “don’t just don’t,”

“was it that bad?” he seemed offended that you were shutting out that incident so quickly, “was i that bad?”

“no, no, ken,” i laughed carelessly, missing the way a shy smile crept up kenji’s face at your sound, “its just that,” you tried to find the right words, “it was amazing, but the days after that, not so much. we-”

“-drifted apart,” kenji completed, understanding now.

"yeah,"

“i’ll just,” kenji jabbed his thumb to the couch area and walked towards it, muttering and scolding himself for being so clumsy and flustered around you.

you smiled at his back, watching him sit down. you turned back towards the containment unit, watching the kaiju baby snore away.

you crossed your legs, getting comfortable, "mina?"

"yes?" the ai floated towards you.

"give me everything you have on the kaiju baby. and you might wanna get filled in on the kaiju anatomy and life cycle info i have in my database," you held up your watch for her.

“sure thing,” a mechanical arm took it from you.

"and also, could i get a cup of coffee, with three-,"

a cup was thrust beside your face to hold. 

you looked up and saw kenji holding one for you, having one for himself, “three shots of espresso. just how you like it,”

surprised but touched, you accepted it with a kind nod, watching him walk back to his father.

he relaxed back, leaning into the couch and spreading his legs apart shamelessly, one arm resting on the head of the couch.

you lips parted at the sight.

kenji did a double take and caught you staring, a grin quirking his lips as he did so. it only widened as he saw how you fumbled and turned away from him, finding your reaction adorable.

he couldn't believe how captivating you were, and he knew he was in danger of losing himself to your charm. 

 the way your hair draped over your shoulder, only if he could wrap his fist around them and pull you flush against his back-

“pure thoughts, ken. pure thoughts,” he chided himself, his mind struggling to process the mental image it created.

he silently chastised himself for letting you slip through his fingers last time, but he knew that he couldn't ignore you any longer. 

as he looked at you, he felt his heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but sigh, "sweetheart..." knowing that you were too tempting for him to resist this time.

[inkskinned]

i know some of the poets outside of their books, like cameron awkward-rich; who was my seminar teacher for a semester in grad school. you know him, he wrote about keeping his hand on the walls of his stupid heart. he gave us a journal without lines in it, so the pages were all blank and naked. we had to write down 3 words every day, ruminations on our own lives.

in pink glitter pen, i watched my handwriting cramp and spill from pristine and well-meaning to the slant of someone deeply suffering. the words stopped being lyrical over the course of february. bad, it said. bad and bad and bad. each day carving out a little bit of marrow, the sparrow of my heart acting as roadkill. that winter i was only allowed to eat apples, like a horse. my ocd had decided i could only touch food if it was red. i was sleeping on the floor and a spider bit me.

i wanted him to be my thesis advisor, but it was covid the next year, and we never spoke again, and i'm worried that i embarrassed myself by asking him repeatedly. for my final project in his class, i wrote about my disability. i called myself a rat, fondly.

his most famous poem is titled Meditations in an Emergency. i didn't know it until three weeks after i had graduated from that university.

at one point, he sat me down after class just to discuss some of my work. it was a night class, and we were all a little drowsy. he blinked up at me. i think sometimes the way you see the world is a little bit alarming. i wonder about that, in hindsight. i wonder if all of us who are walking on thumbtacks always recognize when someone else's spine is the undulating form of a siren. i could see it in him and you can see it in me, if you're looking.

yesterday nat said some of this is worrying.

i told cameron i was fine and i told nat i was fine, but i think maybe all of us had learned a long time ago how to be fine the way a poem is fine - because it happens outside of you. it can be honest, the confession, but it cannot be spelled out across your ribs. we make our art so that the sorrow can hang, limbless, trembling on the fetid walls beside us.

you learn to turn the ugliness into some kind of work, because you must smash the entire human experience of your stupid bones and teeth and tongue into something, so that you have anything to show for it. otherwise, what is the fucking point. why were you suffering, if not to polish the runoff and say - the melancholy is the signature of my art. i took the splinters out of my gums and filed them down into a thesis. the thesis has been turned into a book which is getting published.

cameron, to my knowledge, still has not read it.

i hope he has found his way out of the maze. i hope you and i one day write our own lanterns. i hope we are able to find some kind of peace without viscera. without having to fight for it. i hope we are able to stumble without falling. i hope one day the sky is empty of vultures and we can cross the desert of our memories without starving.

in the meantime we get up and leave the circled shadow in the writing.

[night-daily]

Jealousy jealousy | Peter Parker x fem! reader

Summary: 3 times where Peter hears you fangirling over Spiderman and one time he finally explodes.

warnings: none.

a/n: enjoy and let me know if there's any mistakes please!:)

The first time, he overheard you talking to your friends, was an accident, he didn't on purpose it just happens every time he sees you, he has no control over his senses. And he doesn't realize he's eavesdropping until you say something that brings him back to reality.

“... I think he's hot.” whoa, were you talking about him? Nice. “I mean, have you seen how athletic he is?” fuck, it wasn't him. Yeah, he participates in P.E class but he has to pretend he isn't good at it so you or anyone else wouldn't get suspicious. So it couldn't be him.

Peter turned his face away from you, feeling insecure. You were dumping him? Who was this guy?

“Hey, what are we talking about?” One of your friends came to the table you and your friends were eating.

And of course, Peter needed to hear the name of the guy.

''I'm masochistic?''

“Spider man!” You exclaimed with a smirk on your face making your friends groan. His heart stopped for a second. “Again?” Your friend rolled playfully her eyes to you. And you nodded with your head cheerily.

Peter felt his body relax at your words. So you like Spider man uh? Only if you knew Spider man likes you too.

The second time, the two of you are in his room, he sitting at his desk doing homework while you are doing yours in his bed. Well, you got bored doing the homework so now you were just rambling stuff about your classes, your friends, and...

“Hey, have you heard about Spider man?” Peter's body froze. “You know, the Superhero.” He hums in agreement, incapable to make a comment. “I heard some people show up at the crime scenes just to watch him in action.” And Peter dislike that people, they could get hurt and they didn't even care, and for what? just to watch him? “Yeah, that's crazy.” He expected you to agree with him, but you were quiet. “That's crazy, right?” He turns his chair to look at you, but you were avoiding his eyes. “... I don't know, to be honest, I would like to watch him in person too, even a glimpse of him.” Now he was seeing red. Why would you do that? Why would you put your life in danger for someone who you don't even know? Why would you do that for Spider man?

He couldn't help but feel a hole in his chest, it was a heavy and ugly feeling, he had never felt something like that. Jealousy. “What’s so good about him, anyway?” Peter muttered, turning himself, and ignoring the smile that crept across your face.

The third time, you were getting ready to hang out with your friends at the new coffee shop, doing your makeup you saw Peter through the mirror leaning against the doorframe of your room.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” your teasing smile sent butterflies to his stomach. “Why would I want a picture? If I have you all for myself.” He came closer to you from behind your back, placing kisses on your naked shoulder. “Oh, you're lucky that I haven't met Spider man then.” He stopped kissing your shoulder “Please, go with him if you like him so much” You turned your face to him. “I'm kidding Pete, I already have you and I love you so much.” You squeezed his hand. “Also, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't notice me, I bet he dates models”

He didn't know why he was more upset, you doubting how beautiful you are or assuming that Spider man wouldn't notice you. But you were wrong in both assumptions.

“You are the fucking prettiest girl I've ever met and anyone would be so lucky to share the same oxygen you breathe because I know I am.” And he smashed your lips, it was a passive-aggressive kiss. “I'm lucky too.”

And the one time he finally explodes, Peter was resting in his bed after a long night patrol when you crossed the door excitedly.

“PETER YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT” Oh, sure he did. “What happened, love?” He played fool. “So, remember when you dropped me at the corner of the street? Well, guess what!?” You made it a short pause not giving him the chance to respond “SPIDER MAN WAS THERE TOO” He gasped. “No way!” You grabbed your phone and unlocked it “AND HE GAVE ME FLOWERS. NOT JUST THAT, TULIPS, MY FAVORITES” You showed him the photos of you and your tulips, you looked so happy and that makes him happy too. “He shouldn’t go after other people’s girlfriends” He half-joked. You laughed “Maybe after all you have a rival” He wasn't smiling anymore “I mean, who gifts tulips to a complete stranger? Maybe he likes me? OH MY GOD, SPIDER MAN LIKES ME! WOULD YOU IMAGINE US TOGE-” “Babe, I'm Spider man!” Peter cuts you off. He couldn't stand anymore hear you falling for Spider man. But how would you react? Would you hate him for keeping it secret?

“I knew it!” He was shocked “Wait, what?” you shrugged “Honey, you aren't that subtle.” Now, if you knew it, why you had never told anything to him? “I never told you anything because I kind of enjoy you being like this and I want to know how much you could take it before admitting you were jealous and you were Spider man.” Peter blushed “I never would have thought I’d ever be jealous about me.” You winked at him “Oh, jealousy looks good on you.”

[violetdaphne]

percabeth tv show-verse headcanons because middle school me is frothing at the mouth at her fav book series being adapted

when it comes time for offerings, percy does not move. he doesn't move a goddamn muscle, staying put at the poseidon table because, sure, his dad helped him during the quest but that doesn't mean he can forget so easily the shadow that came over luke's face when the older demigod explained how the gods expect their children to burn their own food just for a sliver of attention so percy chooses to just. not move. he sits and eats and ignores the curious glances he gets from other campers when its their turn. so no, he doesn't offer anything to his dad or any other god, even when Mr. D gives him the stink eye but what he does do is spot the glaring mission portion on annabeth's plate from her scraping off her own offering (she sits with him now, at the poseidon table breaking many rules about sitting with your own cabin because she can't stand seeing percy all alone, and, well, he's actually kind of fun to hang around for a seaweed brain), he sees the gaps on her plate and instead of offering anything to his dad he offers his own food to her, insisting when she protests and scoping a portion of his own meal onto her plate the moment he has an opening because he doesn't want her going hungry, not because of athena. it feels a little bit like blasphemy but also achingly devotional so he hides his grin behind a proud smirk and says no take-backies while she just raises her brows amusedly.

percy has developed a scary, uncanny habit that freaks out grover and other campers of being able to tell exactly where annabeth is even when she's wearing the invisibility cap. whether it be during capture the flag, sword training, climbing the lava wall, or just meandering about camp to avoid clarisse, percy just has a sort of annabeth-sense and can point with near complete accuracy where she stands when completely invisible to the naked eye. it becomes a camp favorite spectacle to watch them during games and training, fighting back to back, or against each other, and just how swiftly they move, even when percy can't see his partner. he's not sure how or why he is able to know where she is, but secretly loves how he is the only one able to pick her out in a crowd. percy jokes he has his very own spidey-sense geared toward annabeth but she stares at him blankly, the reference going over her head and he just mentally adds it to the very long list of movies he needs to show her. (he does end up, eventually, showing her spiderman but ends up shutting it off quickly when the sight of the spider biting peter parker send her spiraling)

sometimes, when her cabin is just too loud and her bunkmates are too rambunctious and the noise pulses in her ears and she just wants some peace and fucking quiet for once annabeth will slip her cap on and sneak away from her siblings and most often ends up outside the poseidon cabin, asking percy shyly if he minds if she hides out here for a bit because everywhere else is too loud and too much. she doesn't even get to finish her sentence before percy ushers her in and says she's welcome in his cabin anytime. it suprises her, an athena kid, how much she ends up liking the tranquility and ocean-air scent of the poseidon cabin. there's only a few bunks compared to the many that line the walls of her own cabin, so percy lets her chose one (she chooses the one closest to his own and decidedly doesn't think about what it means) and she finally gets some quiet time for her to read or work on blueprints or whatever else she wants to do. sometimes percy is there, sitting idly with his own craft or book to keep him occupied, and annabeth finds she quite likes these times where she and him can just sit together in a contented peace. it becomes common knowledge at camp that when one can't find annabeth the best place to look is the poseidon cabin, and when that doesn't work just find percy because the two are quickly becoming attached at the hip, much to grover's delighted annoyance.

speaking of grover, he gets first row seats to the developing friendship between the two and he knows, knows that this is it. this right in front of him, the bickering and arguing that can flip to deep understanding and compassion at the flick of a hat is fucking endgame, or the closest to it at just 12 years old. he watches how they work together during capture the flag, so scarily in tune that they are able to more than once outsmart clarisse and the other team. he watches percy practice controlling his powers and water abilities at the shoreline of camp, annabeth just feet away and watching in a poorly hidden awe as he moves the tide and waves with a flick of his wrist. he watches them sneak around after curfew because annabeth wanted to show percy the constellations and the best time to see them is in the dead of night so they brave the harpies and Mr. D's wrath to lay out on the pier of camp to see the stars. he watches them on the quest when annabeth insists he is alive after the arch, watches them hug like he isn't standing right there and the relief is palpable, and he just. knows. its so obvious and he loves to claim, years later, that he knew first.

the ocean and water and all its inhabitants are all extensions of percy, right? they're all in poseidon's, and therefore percy's domain so its only natural for them follow in his lead when he's around. therefore, its only natural for the water and it's grace to treat annabeth with the same respect it treats their demigod. percy makes sure of it, if inadvertently, chiding the tide to be careful and warning the waves to not chill her. and the kicker? he doesn't even realize he's doing it until annabeth mentions offhand that the water during her canoe lesson at camp was particularly and oddly calm when everyone else's was rough and choppy. he blushes so bad she offers to take him to the infirmary, which evidently only makes him flush harder.

poseidon realizes it too, of course, the ocean is primarily his domain and he knows well what's going on in every inch of it, so he senses immediately how percy is growing into his powers, exercising his control over the sea and growing more powerful day by day, and how it all seems to center around a certain athena kid. he rubs it in athena's face, the growing friendship between their kids, but find himself getting really quiet when she sends her owl after his eyes.

luke calls them an old married couple and they hate how right he is, and how they keep accidently proving him right. they argue over the littlest of things; the best type of jam to put on toast at breakfast, the pronunciation of greek words and monsters, the best way for percy to take care of his curls, anything and everything they will find something to bicker over until grover or whoever is with them just stares until the argument peters out and they move on to the next subject without missing a beat, leaving whoever their unfortunate third wheel is feeling very adrift.

[angel-of-the-moons]

pavitr who can reads minds and he accidentally reads reader mind and it's just full of horny thoughts abt him ngl

Okay okay this one is like such a neat idea because I remember in the comics (I haven't read in forever) that Miguel could do this! So... Omfg poor Pavitr!!!

Intrusive Thoughts

Pavitr Prabhakar x Spider-Person!Reader

Because I'm tired of repeating myself: PAVITR IS AGED UP IN THIS FIC

TW/CW: Horny thoughts, NSFW, bit of smut, our poor boy was not prepared.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: This is shorter than my usual fics, but like asdfghjkl omfg it was fun.

🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

He wasn't sure why he developed this power. Miguel seemed at a loss and told him maybe it was a delayed mutation brought on by his spider bite.

Miguel had been coaching him on how to control the influx of thoughts that bombarded him, how to tune them out, how to focus on specific thoughts in particular. It honestly made it easier in some ways to fight, not just relying on his Spidey senses.

But... He couldn't help but be curious... He wanted to know what you, his partner (in every sense of the word) thought of him.

Pavitr was not prepared for that.

Your brain was...

He expected the innocent thoughts, how you thought his smile was cute, what were you going to make for dinner, etcetera...

But what he didn't expect to hear or see?

The thoughts swirling through your brain about him and you, naked. Doing... All sorts of things. Together or alone.

The thoughts of him pressing you down into your bed, fucking you relentlessly from behind as he kissed your shoulder.

You on top, riding him like your life depended on it.

In the backseat of your car, you grinding your hips down on his, feeling him twitch inside of you as your muscles squeezed him like a vice.

On the couch, biting into the cushions to stifle your moans and cries as he fucked you.

Him laying you on the table, on his knees, using his mouth and tongue on you until your brain couldn't work and your vision blanked out on you.

In the shower, pinning you to the wall as he slides in and out of you, the hot water slicking your skin and helping him glide in and out of your greedy hole.

The sweet, charming things he'd moan and hiss through his teeth and into your ear.

Pavitr Prabhakar was not prepared. He was thankful he was wearing his mask, otherwise he was positive someone would have taken notice of the bright red pigment that had taken over his tanned skin.

You were sitting in the cafeteria of HQ, eating your lunch, pretending to read the book in your hand, looking so innocent despite the impure thoughts that were at the forefront of your mind.

He almost jumped out of his skin when Miguel tapped on his shoulder.

"Yeah, that's why I don't read minds unless it's necessary." He said, leaning down to Pavitr's level to talk quietly to him.

"I--I can't even--" Pavitr sputtered. "How did you--?!"

"You've been standing there, ramrod straight for almost ten minutes. I can hear your heart rate up." Miguel sighed, standing up straight and crossing his arms. He didn't seem too uncomfortable by the subject. Just how many times as he heard thoughts like these from other people?

"And yeah, lesson for the future, don't read your lover's mind in public. Things are going to shock you." He patted Pavitr on the shoulder, a bored expression on his face before he walked away.

When Pavitr looked back at you, you were staring at him. Oh, so innocent-looking.

When you'd disposed of the rubbish of your meal, Pavitr whisked you away to speak to you privately.

"Pav? What's wrong?" You asked curiously.

He checked the area, making sure nobody was listening; before gripping your shoulders and giving you a light shake, his voice sounding almost traumatized and shell-shocked:

"WHY ARE YOU SO VILLAINOUSLY HORNY?!"

[mandobatemans]

nsfw miguel o'hara (spider-man 2099) headcanons pt. ii (f!reader)

MINORS DNI!!!!

part i

warnings: rough sex, oral (m! & f!receiving), thigh riding, jealousy, bath/shower sex, if i missed anything let me know

word count: 737

also posted to ao3

•welcome back

• he can be rough, pressing your cheek into the pillow with one hand while he holds your hips against his own with the other, supporting all the weight of your bottom half because you’re so fucked out that you’re putty in his hands

• he can be gentle, too, though, slowly and languidly thrusting into you in the mornings, when you've woken up naked and entwined, and there's nowhere you need to be

• you like to give him massages, help him let out the stress of the day (his life) and sometimes that’ll turn into a full body massage…

• the grunts and growls miguel makes under your touch…priceless

• when you suck his dick, he holds your hair in a ponytail with his fist, sometimes yanking on it to make you bob your head faster

• he’ll take your mouth any way, but he loves to see you on your knees for him

• of course, he wants you to be comfortable, but there’s something about the rug burn or red marks on your knees that makes him go feral

• as soon as you stand up, he has you against the wall, nipping at your neck while pulling your underwear down

• probably would never say this out loud but a fantasy of his is recording a tape of you two and then watching it back together while you cockwarm him

• elaborating more on this he’s the KING of eating pussy ok

• he has a good rhythm figured out. it took some trial and error to work around the fangs, but now he knows how to bite your inner thighs just right, then retract near more sensitive areas

• speaking of thighs

• THIGH RIDING!!!!!!

• he can spend hours looking at his monitors at HQ, especially when you’re waiting for him to take you home and fuck you

• he’ll tap his thigh while looking over his monitors, telling you to “come take care of yourself, baby.”

• you’ll ride his thigh, him flexing the thick muscles every once in a while to help you along, smirking as you whimper into his shoulder where you’ve buried your head

• “that’s my girl,” he’ll praise as you cum, looking between you and his now wet thigh. “now, let's get you home.”

• he’ll be sure to coax a few more orgasms out of you once you’re home

• he has an image to uphold in the Spider-Society, but that doesn't mean he hasn't fucked you in a supply closet before

• he’s much too tense at work and if you can help him release some of that tension, then why wouldn't you?

• easily jealous

• some part of him thinks he doesn't deserve you, so he probably gets more jealous than he should

• if another spider-person stares at you too long, he gives them a look that sends them scurrying the other way

• those red eyes can scare off some people, but you find them hot

• plus, they're part of miguel, so of course you love them

• but after that, he’ll be a little more possessive, keeping an arm around you as you walk or making a big show of kissing you when you come to visit him at HQ

• he also has to show you who you belong to

• before long, he’ll have you bouncing on his cock, asking you who you belong to, grinning so wide you can see his fangs as you cry, “you, miguel!”

• when you tell him you love him, though, he melts

• though he loves to see you messy, whining, and begging for him, he loves to see you in love and comfortable just as much

• you’re the only one who could possibly get him to sit still long enough to take a bath instead of a shower

• he’s into both shower and bath sex, but showers are more common, and you’re less concerned about slipping due to his powers

• when you take a bath together, it could go one of two ways

• one. you on his lap, fucking slowly and intimately, his hands gently cupping your breasts

• two. him pounding you, your back against the lip of the tub, water sloshing onto the tile floor around the tub from the force of his thrusts

• you like both

[lakesbian]

wait is the brian having spiders on his dick a meme or did that actually happen?

meme, spider-dicking did not actually occur. at least to my memory. i don't know why i'm second-guessing myself i would absolutely remember if he canonically had spiders on his dick i would never shut the fuck up about it because of how funny it would be. anyway the sources of said humorous joke are to my awareness:

taylor canonically compulsively puts bugs alllll over environments & any people within her range to keep track of everything, and specifically puts enough bugs on people to pick up very precise physical movement & body language that someone watching w/ just their human eyes would've missed

taylor uses bugs to clean her Naked Ass body off after fucking brian in imago. like she just stands up and casually sweeps a large swathe of bugs over her naked ass body presumably pussy and all to have them eat the sweat or dust or whatever the fuck to clean her up. because she's a bug freak. like on a serious note it's because she is genuinely a superorganism and the bugs are a part of her as much as her hand is and the casual nature with which she does something most people would find objectively nightmarish is a perfect display of this fact but it's also just really funny. taylor what the hell. anyway my point is she has no compunctions about the bugs Being There

brian laborn is known for his propensity for suffering

subsequently: it's not an even remotely far leap to make the assumption that taylor has, at some point, entirely unconsciously placed Spiders On His Dick (okay, more likely something small and unnoticeable like a mosquito because she's good at being an inconspicuous panopticon like that) and brian "suffers more than jesus" laborn occasionally has to wake up at 12:30 am to thousand-yard stare at the ceiling over the fact that not only did he have a quite possibly venomous spider on his dick at the time he didn't even mind the spider on his dick that much and in fact he misses the girl who put it there

[bandgie]

All in White Pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n: second part to this post, you can read it as a stand alone but I might make this like a little story so yeah

smut!Miguel O'Hara

synopsis: After a your hook-up gone wrong tries his luck again while you're walking home, Spiderman is there to save the day. You wonder if he thought about your last encounter with him like you had, and you soon find out he wanted you more than you thought.

warnings!: reader is harassed a little, but nothing too bad (yelling, cursing, rough grabbing)

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You didn't miss the way Spiderman had his head between your legs. How he used his lips and tongue to give you an absurd amount of pleasure. That all he wanted to do was taste you, make you finish in his mouth so he could savor you. No, of course not. It's only been a month since you've had such as experience, plus it was a one-time thing. You were sure of it.

That's why it wasn't surprising that you met up with one of the politician's sons. You were chasing the same feeling, not Spiderman himself. It's why you had the arrogant man also eating you out, trying to replicate the feeling you once had.

That's all you wanted.

He was not as good as he made himself out to be. He was too rough, making you squirm from pain rather than pleasure. When you ran into him at one of the underground bars you frequent, you thought you would give him a chance. If he had enough confidence to say he could make you cum on his tongue alone, he should be able to actually do it right?

Wrong. That's why you found yourself pushing his head away, sitting up from the bed you laid on. You hadn't gotten fully naked, just leaving your lower body exposed.

"What?" He asked, irritated that you stopped him.

"Oh ya know...I'm just not feeling it," you say gently. You scoot away and get off the bed, bending down to grab your underwear.

"Fuck you mean you weren't feeling it?" He scoffs, "You're so wet. Here, let me try-"

You shake your head, underwear stickily on. Yes you were wet, but you were thinking about the hero. How he sucked on you, kissed on you, how he-

"It's a normal, human response," you tell the man in front of you, interrupting your thoughts.

You tune him out. He starts saying something about you being unreasonable and a bad lay. You almost laughed, but you were too busy looking for your white skirt.

Finally, you find your belongings, putting your purse around your shoulder and fixing your heels. You look at yourself in the mirror to fix your hair. You cringe at the messy lipstick, remembering how bad of a kisser he was too.

You fix yourself up and head towards the door, hand out before he raises his voice, "You're a fucking bitch. Slut."

Now you laugh, whirling your head to look at him, "Yes. Because that's what every lady loves to hear.

-

It's far too late to catch a cab or to call your limo to pick you up, so you settled for walking home. It wasn't too far, about 5 miles away. Your heels, however, made it seem twice the distance.

Your brain started going over all the things you've done since your last encounter with Spiderman. Yes, you've met up with a significant amount of more people, but you're just trying to get off. Does that make you a slut? Maybe. Does it make you a bitch for leaving people high and dry? Maybe

Do you care? No.

It would be so much easier if it was the half spider that you could have. It's almost worrisome how much you crave him. You never wanted to suck and fuck someone so bad.

You feel your needy pussy pulse from thinking about him when it finally hits you after this whole month. You have it bad, you're dick whipped.

You're so caught up in your thoughtful walk that you don't notice the person behind you until the grab you by the waist.

You scream, arms immediately swinging while your eyes try to find the face of your kidnapper.

"Stop it! Crazy fucking bitch."

You don't need to see the face to know who it is: The politician's son. You shove him off you, catching your breath. You tale a few steps back, feeling uneasy as he stares at you.

"I'm crazy? You come up to me like a fucking robber how else am I supposed to act?!" You yell, clutching your purse.

An argument between you breaks out. How you were selfish to leave him without letting him cum, how you didn't even cum either so there shouldn't be an issue. You notice that he steps closer during the quarrel, so you take some steps back.

The vocal dance between you two continues until you decide you have enough, turning on your heel to leave. There's no point in arguing with him, or men in general.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?!"

You reach in your purse to grab your pepper spray, but he's faster. Deathly clutching your wrist and the back of your neck with his hands. A cry leaves you and you start kicking at him, screaming, scratching and-

A strong force suddenly knocks him off you. It was so strong that your assaulter hit the wall behind you, knocking him out. Red, neon webs shoot out, tying his unconscious body up. You steady your breathing and wobble away, stunned by everything taking place. You run into a big wall, a squishy one. It registers that it's someone's chest and you look up.

A breath of relief escapes you when you see the familiar white eyes staring down on you. You grasp his arms to make sure he's real, letting your head rest on his chest as you calm your heart.

He reminds you of a cat, so still and stiff he's not sure that he likes the affection you're given him. Truthfully, he shouldn't. It's extremely inappropriate and too out in the open. But he enjoys to warmth your body gives him, your soft breath on his suit.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice deep.

You nod, pulling away to look up him. He suddenly uses his hands to touch your face, collecting the tears that fell. You didn't even notice you were crying, too focused in the situation you were in.

"Thank you," you say. You notice that your still holding onto his arms, not wanting to let go. You like the way he feels, hard and warm. He feels like safety.

The hero nods, hands leaving your face and you do the same. "It's dangerous to be walking around this late ya know?" His voice his stern, but light with curiosity on why you're even here in the first place.

"Yeah I know. I prolly shouldn't be out this late, especially with that guy," you joke, turning to acknowledge the passed out man behind you.

"So you know him?" You've peaked Spiderman's interest.

You nod, "Yeah we uhh...hung out...earlier and I left. Guess he wasn't too happy with that."

You swear you could see the mask slightly move, as if frowning. Surely, this superbeing isn't upset that you were in the middle of a hook-up-gone-wrong scenario would he?

"Is that so?" The displeasure evident in his voice clear. It takes a lot of will power to keep yourself from smiling. You want to tease him more, a sudden burst mischief blooming inside you.

"You're better," you blurt. That not what you meant to say.

Maybe it was because of the way his arms folded against his chest or how he looked at you annoyed and irritated. You felt small.

"You were so much better," stop talking, "He didn't even know where the clit was when it was right in front of him. I don't even know why I met up with him-with anyone! I...you...I just..." You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed by your sudden confession.

He doesn't say anything, most likely also stunned by what you said. You were going to start walking in the opposite direction before he started laughing. You shyly peek up, watching as he rubs his masked face with his hands and laughing to himself.

"Are you being serious?" He asks once he's composed himself.

You hesitate, scared of what he might say if you answer truthfully. Fuck it, you think, I've already come this far.

"Yeah, I think about your cock down my throat all the time," you whisper, prepared for the worst.

Instead he smiles, though you can't see it, and rests one of his hands on your shoulder. He bends down to reach your eye level, face too close for hero and civilian.

"Tonight's been a slow one honestly, and I've been thinking about taking a little break," he tells you.

-

Spiderman finds an alley big enough to fit you both. It doesn't take too long to get yourself on your knees in from of the man who saved you. You eagerly lick your lips, waiting until he clicks the buttons in his wrist a few times before his cock is free.

You smile and look up at him, "That watch can sure do a lot huh?" You don't bother to wait for him to respond, instead taking his length in your hands. He's warm to the touch and it has you bite your lips in excitement. You lock eyes with his mask, kissing him and nuzzling your face closer to him.

Spiderman undoes the lower part of his mask, revealing is lips and nose. He knows it's risky, he shouldn't have even taken you to a secluded area. Miguel never goes for the same person twice, but the way you look at him, like he's the only person you want, it does something to him. Plus he didn't get the feel how your mouth is around him, so he can excuse his mistake this time.

You're tempted to stop your actions and kiss him, but a part of you feels as though that would be stepping a boundary (despite the tip of his cock pressing your lips). You leave one hand to stroke him shaft and the over the cup his heaviness. You lean forward, eyes never his face when you engulf his tip. He sighs approvingly, hand stroking your hair. You smile with him between your lips, finally closing your eyes to focus on not gagging.

Something that is quickly proven difficult. He wasn't only long, but ungodly thick. You were sure you couldn't manage anything past halfway, but the way he was gripping your head and the groans that slipped past him, you were willing to try.

His tip hits the back of your throat and you moan. It hurts, damn near making you want to pull him out, but you're determined. You let yourself drool all over him so he could slide in easier, hands going to work.

Your need for air gets to you as you yank yourself away, gasping and moaning. You feel your spit dribble down your chin and he smiles. "Open your mouth for me." You obey him without question, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out. A nice, wet glob of his spit hits your tongue and some of your cheek. You happily accept it, licking your lips and swallowing it.

Despite you being the one sucking him off, you can't help but get wet. The way your underwear sticks to your cunt and how you can't help but picture him inside you. It would be quite a stretch, but you would love to feel possessed by him.

You go back to the task at hand, this time with more fever. You move the hand from his balls to grip his waist, giving you leverage to press your face as deep as you can take it before moving away. A part of you wishes you could touch yourself, but all of your focus needs to be on the man in front of you.

It's not long before you find a rhythm, occasionally gagging around him and pulling away to gasp for air. He tangles his fingers in your hair and presses you into him, your nose brushing his pelvis. Your eyes roll back into your head, making noises around his girth. You love being used like this. Your pussy aches in desperation, wishing that it was the one being abused rather than your mouth.

He guides your head back and forth while you make sure to suck hard. He hisses softly, "Fuck just like that." You would say something back if you could, but instead you let him throat fuck you. Then you feel the way his dick twitches, how his hands pull your hair aggressively; he's goin to cum.

Your chest starts burning from your oxygen deprivation, but you have bigger things to care about like making sure he cums down your throat. You go deeper than you know you can handle, gagging so forcefully you fear of throwing up. Then it happens, his essence goes deep into your throat. You gargle and try to push away on instinct, but he keeps your head on him.

You can feel your spit and him cum drip out of your mouth, your eyes looked at his pleadingly. He answers your prayers and releases you from his grip and you take a big gulp of air. It's like you've been underwater, damn near drowning with the way you're gasping. You can feel the slick between your lips drip to your thighs, you need him bad.

Without warring he yanks your hair so you're looking up at him. Spiderman takes the tip of his softening cock and rubs it along your lips, humming happily. "You have quite the mouth." You smile and wobble up so you standing, hand going to his dick to softly stroke him. He groans from the over stimulation.

"Well, you have quite the dick. You should've shown me the first time," you comment back, recalling the memories from the bathroom. He laughs grabbing your throat to bring you closer to him.

"Everyone likes a little surprise don't they?" He teasingly whispers before kissing you. You moan into his mouth, knowing he can taste his spill as he shoves his tongue deep into you. He pulls away, hand steadily holding your throat.

Then he's looking at you, really looking at you. The moonlight dances beautifully on your skin, despite how dirty your white skirt had gotten. The way your eyes look so hungry and full of desire, he swears he can see all of your wants just by looking at them. His thumb runs over your lower lip, taunting you.

"Give me your underwear," he suddenly says, making your eyes widen. "What?" You say, your hand stopping from stroking him. A mischievous smile plays on his lips, "Consider payment for taking you home." "But I'm not home," you battle, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You will be," he counters, "I'm not going to let you walk home."

You put your finger to your lips, pretending to think about it, "Hmm I guess I can't say no to the big spider can I?"

-

You're at the front of your door, still winded by swinging in the city but his webs. Your hair must be a mess and your throat is sore from screaming. Still, when you turn to look at Spiderman, he looks at you like he's can't get enough.

He sticks his hand out and for a second you're confused, then you remember, his payment. You sneak a glance around before bending down to take your panties off. You've never given anyone your garments and no one has ever asked for them, yet the thought of giving it to Spiderman sends chills down your body.

Once you finish, you place them into his hands. He smile and inspects them, "Wow. You were really wet huh?"

You playfully smack his chest, feeling your face heat up. "Shut up!" you whisper loudly. He only laugh and steps closer to you, and you think he's going to kiss you.

He doesn't, instead dipping his fingers underneath your ruined white skirt and playing with your wet folds. You whine, feeling his rough fingers play with you skillfully. Just as you feel yourself getting warm he slaps your pussy harshly, making you yelp.

He takes his fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. Your tongue dance around his fingers, happily taking anything he gives you.

"Don't miss me too much," he says, taking his fingers out of your mouth.

With that he leaves, your lace underwear in his clutches.

A/N: I might make a 3rd part idk, low-key not getting much inspiration but I know what I want to write lmao

[laura1633]

A shower, a spider and a suspicious team principle

A short Lestappen fic - Max and Charles get trapped in the bathroom by a spider!! Little bit silly, some fluff (contains some swearing and mentions of sex).

Max closes his eyes, his lips melting into Charles’ as they make out lazily under the warmth of the water.

“It’s almost time for your meeting” Charles mumbles against Max’s lips before pulling apart, laughing softly as Max whines and chases the kiss, “Stay there”

The Dutchman hums happily to himself, making sure all the suds are washed off his body whilst Charles goes to retrieve the towels. And that is when he hears it.

The Monegasque lets out the most blood curdling scream he’s ever heard.

“What? … Oh fuck” Max jumps out the shower and freezes next to Charles, water still dripping off his naked body and pooling on the floor, his eyes trained completely on the closed door in front of him. Well not actually at the door itself but at the giant fucking spider that’s decided to settle on it.

“Do … do you think it’s poisonous?” Charles stutters, it kind of looks poisonous….maybe.

Max wants to immediately scream yes because he’s already envisaging the headline “Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen killed by giant spider” because it’s fucking bigger than his hand and it’s definitely going to kill them and try and eat them. Instead he tells Charles “no”, the Monegasque doesn’t need his last few minutes on earth to be terror filled.

The two men stand routed to the spot, arms protectively wrapped around each other as they face down their captor.

“What.. what should we do?” Max stammers unable to think straight, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I think… I think we just have to wait for it to move away from the door” Charles doesn’t sound too confident.

“And if it doesn’t move?” Max doesn’t want to be pessimistic but they are essentially now in a hostage situation and whilst he’s not prone to panicking or over-exaggerating this is a truly nightmare inducing scenario and he is almost certainly not getting out of here alive.

“If it doesn’t move then… then we just have to live here” Charles laughs but Max isn’t sure if the Monegasque is completely joking because he has a horrified expression on his face. And maybe he is right maybe this is it. Max has been wanting to ask Charles to live with him ever since the day they got together, he would just prefer it if they didn’t have to set up home in some random hotel bathroom in the middle of Australia.

No, he has to be brave. And he can be. For Charles, he can be brave.

The Dutchman inches forward, “Should we maybe just ….” he tries to make some sort of shooing sound hoping the spider will instinctively understand and just move along but when it does shuffle an inch to the left he jumps back into Charles’ arms. And oh god it looks even angrier now, clearly it did understand what shoo meant and it’s not pleased. It’s not pleased at all.

“It will be okay” Charles places a soft comforting kiss on Max’s forehead.

“They just shouldn’t have so many legs” Max mumbles, because it’s true. Why does it need eight legs? The thought gives him a full body reaction, shivers running up and down his spine.

“Do you think we could climb out of the window?” Charles asks hopeful despite being fully aware they are on the eighth floor.

Max can just picture it now, the two of them perched on the ledge, eight floors up holding hands and practically naked and wouldn’t that be just a perfect way to come out to the world, “I don’t think that would be a great idea”

“It’s so big, why does it have to be so big” Charles groans

Max is beyond terrified but still can’t miss an opportunity, “That’s exactly what you said to me last night”

Charles groans and rolls his eyes, “Not the time Max… look at it.. it’s like Aragog”

“Aragog” Max repeats trying not to panic even more, he has no idea what that word means but he guesses it is a breed of spider and it sounds poisonous, deadly poisonous.

“Harry Potter? Charles huffs

“You going to cast a spell and magic it away?” Max retorts sarcastically, although if Charles was secretly some wizard now would be a really good time to come clean. Yes, Max has gone completely insane.

“No its…Aragog…that’s the name of the spider from … I knew you weren’t paying attention when we watched the movie”

Max would protest but it’s true, he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to the movie. He rarely does, how could he possibly concentrate on the screen when Charles is pressed up against him feeling so nice and warm and breathing so softly and … oh fuck it’s moved again.

The two men jump back in unison, still gripping hold of each other for dear life, “Oh my god my phone… my phone” the Dutchman’s eyes widen with excitement as he spots his phone on the side of the sink. And Charles may have whined about him trying to take a picture of the Monegasque in the shower but he isn’t complaining any more.

“Who are you going to call?” Charles still sounds worried, “They will… I mean how do we explain me being in here with you”

Max lets out a strange strangled sound, he hadn’t thought that far ahead, “Maybe your shower wasn’t working so you came to borrow mine”

“Oh and we were just saving water by showering together” Charles adds clearly not impressed.

“Well they wouldn’t necessarily know we were in there together…” Max grips his phone, skimming his contacts and wondering who would be gullible enough to believe this was just innocent.

Daniel. Definitely not Daniel, the Aussie can read him like an open book, one look and he’ll know all the absolute filthy stuff him and Charles have been up to in that hotel room.

Pierre. No, Pierre has a dirty mind at the best of times so he’s automatically going to jump to the correct conclusion.

Lando. Maybe ….

As the Dutchman tries to work out if Lando would ever let him live this down his phone lights up and he instinctively answers it before cursing himself silently.

“Hello Christian”

Charles’ eyes widen.

“Where are you? Everyone is waiting. You only have to make it downstairs. You’ve got five minutes”

“No!” Max shouts a little too abruptly considering he is talking to his boss, “I mean I can’t I…”

“Max is everything okay?” Christian’s tones softens and Max can’t think of a single good reason why he can’t make it.

“I am trapped in the bathroom … there is…. Christian there is a spider” Max practically whines and he’s not sure if he is ever going to live this down but it’s all out there now so he lets himself sound as desperate and as as terrified as he feels, “I can not get out of the bathroom it is on the door”

“Oh for god's sake” Christian half sighs, half laughs, “I am coming to get you, I’ll get a key from reception”

Before Max can protest the Brit has hung up.

“Christian is coming” Max murmurs, he has no idea if that is a good thing or not.

Charles' face has gone white, “What should I do?”

“I don’t … well just hide in the shower, here I’ll throw a towel over the screen”

Charles climbs back into the shower and cowers in the corner and Max tries to act casual. Or as casual as you can be when you’re dressed only in a towel and waiting for your boss to come and rescue you from a spider which, in his defensive, is the size of a new born baby.

“Max I am going to come in now” Christian sounds hesitant.

Max suspects the Brit is more anxious about coming face to face with his driver’s cock than he is of the spider, “I have a towel on Christian. Open the door slowly though”

Max’s voice comes out at an almost hysterical pitch but if Christian opens the door and that spider bolts towards him he is going to have a full in heart attack.

In fairness to Christian he does open slowly before carefully scooping up the spider in his bare hands. Max wants to throw up at the sight.

“Open the window for me, I’ll pop him out there”

Max stays glued to the walls as he inches to the window and opens it before flailing back, the tight knot in his chest unraveling as Christian places the almost human sized spider outside. It’s probably off to terrorise some other unsuspecting person but Max can’t worry about that, it’s every man for himself.

“Thank you” Max’s face is bright red, this is the single most embarrassing experience he has had and Christian isn’t even trying to hide the amusement on his face. Max can’t remember what the meeting this morning was meant to be about but he sure as hell knows what everyone is going to be discussing now.

“What was that?” Christian jumps as a bottle drops to the shower floor and Charles groans.

“Nothing” Max tries to cover the sound with a cough

“Five minutes Max” Christian rolls his eyes and steps outside the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He smirks to himself as he passes the sideboard and clocks the race winners medal proudly laid out. The race winners medal that most definitely was won by Charles and not Max.

The Brit takes a fleeting glance around the bedroom before regretting it. He’s going to have to spend the rest of the day trying to block out the sight of Red Bull and Ferrari team clothing scattered all around the bed, the bed that very clearly still has a pair of handcuffs attached to it.

“Do you think he saw me?” Charles asks anxiously as he peers his head around the shower.

“No, definitely not” Max wraps his arms around his boyfriend and crashes their lips together, “I love you so much Charles”

“I love you to Max” Charles laughs as Max frantically peppers kisses all over his face.

Max knows he is being completely crazy but he is so happy to be alive right now and not being devoured by the largest fucking spider that ever existed.

“Move in with” Max mumbles whilst pressing a few hundred more kisses all over Charles.

“What has gotten into you” Charles squirms around and giggles.

“We’ve just survived a near death experience, it puts things in to perspective. Move in with me”

Charles is just about to laugh and point out that they probably weren’t in any actual mortal danger but Max is looking back with complete sincerity so instead he nods his head and throws himself into his boyfriends arms, “Okay, yeah, lets do it, lets live together ”

Max grins, he’s going to be able to wake up every morning with Charles wrapped around him. They can make pancakes together and snuggle up on the sofa and have a ridiculous amount of sex. This is the best day ever … well apart from the man eating spider and Christian seeing him practically naked.. but apart form that …best day ever.

[antimonyandthyme]

Pierre/Esteban Road trip

Nothing on the radio sounds good anymore, but the threat of contemplative silence prompts Esteban to open his mouth. “Would you rather—”

“No,” Pierre says flatly, even though this whole stupid road trip was his idea. “Please don’t.”

“—eat a live caterpillar, or three dead spiders?”

Pierre stares at him. “Why does it have to be three?”

“Because they’re dead.”

Pierre scrunches his nose up, and something twists in Esteban’s chest. An emotion that he doesn’t normally associate with Pierre. Or an emotion he once did, and feels entirely rusty now. “Caterpillar,” Pierre says.

Esteban nods. Personally, he’d gone with the spiders. Dead is dead.

“My turn,” Pierre says. He sticks his feet up on the dashboard, where the sun’s managed to create a halo of light. Esteban looks away. “Would you rather fuck in the cockpit, or fuck in the garage, where someone might walk in?”

Interesting. “Cockpit, easy.”

Pierre squints at him, lashes soft in the orange glow of the sunset. “You’re too long. You couldn’t possibly.”

“It’s almost as if you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

Pierre shifts, and Esteban wonders if he’s gone too far. He doesn’t know which level of friendship they are at now. Are you level four if you’ve unlocked your buddy’s tragic backstory but don’t know how to laugh with him anymore? Or does that make you level ten? Where you’ve crossed good friends into the part where you’ve inevitably turned against each other?

But then Pierre chuckles. “Everyone’s given this a lot of thought,” he says. “You can bet half of us have done at least one of the two.”

Us. Sebastian, Daniel, Carlos, and now with the new knowledge that Pierre—yeah, point. Three hours of this until they reach their destination. All things considering it could be worse. They could be listening to every iteration of emo-grunge-alternative music there is out there. Esteban doesn’t switch the radio back on.

Would you rather have lips at your nipples or a nipple at your lips? Would you rather see Christian or Toto naked? Would you rather fuck as many people as you want but your dick would fall off after a year, or not be allowed to fuck anyone at all for the rest of time but keep your dick?

“What on earth?” Pierre’s actually choking on his laughter. “How are you coming up with this shit?”

Esteban's fighting to keep his own grin in check. “I’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“Keep my dick.”

“You can’t use it though.”

“Sure,” Pierre says easily.

In hindsight they were always going to end up here. You can’t use your dick just gave Pierre a hundred other world-ending ideas. Classic Pierre. He unbuckles his seat belt, leans over, and kisses the side of Esteban’s neck.

“Pierre,” Esteban sighs.

“It’s not using my dick if I suck you off.”

“It’s just like you to take things literally,” Esteban says. Like when they were ten years younger, and one of them, he can’t remember who, said We should stop being friends. He pulls over and cuts the engine.

Thirty seconds later, the headlights go off, and they relearn each other’s bodies in the dark.

[tiredfoxtf]

I have trypophobia and cannot stand bugs. Corruption is my worst nightmare. Just want to talk about it.

CW for discussion typical Corruption (TMA) fear content: bugs, insects, rot and infection. And some description can be triggering for folks with dermatillomania.

I couldn't really tell you where my fears started. I can't tell you if there was a moment when I started to be afraid of collection of holes and bumps. I remember being really young and they were driving me nuts. I remember when my mom was cleaning her face from the stuff that gets into pores. How it would come out under a pressure this yellowish white substance that is just fat and dead skin. But for some reason the fact that our skin can harbour this much junk in it absolutely fucking destroyed my brain. I needed to get it Out. Every bump, every pore, they need to Go, that feeling under my skin, the uneven surface under my fingertips, the look of pores open wide. All of that disturbing me, has been for how much I remember myself.

Around that time I learned that mushrooms replicate with spores. So tiny that unseen by naked eye. And oh I HATED that. Not sure why or how my brain made that connection, but for longest time, I was obsessed (negative) that if I go near mushrooms, they start growing In Me and On Me. In my skin, in my insides, in my hair. It was terrible, I could not shake that thought away. All I could do is scratch my skin. I still get this irrational fear. I know it's not possible, but Sometimes I cannot help myself, but get infected with the thought.

Similar to that, I am afraid of insects. That 3 spiders myth? You bet I was scared shirtless. You bet I was scared that insect will bite into me and start living in my body. You bet I was paranoid over every single flying, crawling thing that was near me. Butterflies, ladybugs, mosquitoes, caterpillars - anything small enough to get into your air canals, starting eating you from inside.

I am still afraid, I know it's irrational, and people laugh at me jumping because some fly came too close to me. But I'm always feeling genuine stress. I once broke down crying from all of it while out camping.

What's worse is that, it will happen to me, after my death. Decay and rot is just another way for life. And dead body will be a feast for many insects and plants and mushrooms. Is it bad that I don't want to give it to them? Is it bad that I don't want to rot.

And it's not just my body I'm afraid about. It's also my home. I get somewhat frequent nightmares that my home is infested by roaches and mold, that it's dump and rusty and Rotting. And I will rot with it.

[doctorguilty]

bug husbandry etc

the temperature is getting better which means I should be able to keep my enclosures humid enough again (plus the water pillows help) so it's time to get new springtails I think...! my first batch did SO WELL for a while like there must have been thousands when I started with just a little plastic cup of them, but I think at some point my tanks dried out way too much faster than I could keep rehydrating so they all died off :C but I really do need more before it gets to be summer weather, because they made a HUGE difference in keeping mold growth down (before the isopod culture really boomed too), like, a good 85% LESS mold than I'm used to dealing with?

but I found a new shop to order from thats both cheaper and offers a bigger variety of springtails... got 100 tropical pink, which are good at surviving dry periods and breed well in moisture, and just because I was so tantilzed I got 100 blue podura because they apparently breed extremely prolifically AND their eggs are visible to the naked eye!?! INSANE!! I NEED THEM!

and this is motivation to clean my fucking hisser tank because I NEED that to be ready to add springtails in, with good refreshed substrate and nutrients and such. my dubia tank is still looking good though! also my powder orange isopods are still doing fairly well! I did lose some in the dry periods but overall they persisted, and I still have a separate container I continue culturing them in but the biggest hit that happened to them was one of the periods I was out of state, the person taking care of my bugs dropped the container and everything spilled out, and she tried to like put it all back the best she could but.. when she informed me I did not understand she meant she spilled the WHOLE thing I thought she meant a handful escaped and I was like oh it's fine do whatever .. so I didn't give detailed instructions what to do......... when I came back the substrate was like immensely soaked and the wrong food was put in it? ;;;; I wasn't mad but like oh god it just hasn't recovered to where it was in the hundreds of pods and I've been trying and trying.. but I'm hoping the better weather will help stimulate breeding and stuff... also I ordered a gallon of maple leaf litter to spread around for everyone, and I gotta hydrate more moss.. also REALLY need more cork but ALAS the site I was ordering from was sold out .. it's hard to find cork that isn't balls expensive

ALSO I don't have the space to size up on my hisser tank like I had at my old apt but they have continued to breed just INSANELY like I don't even know WHY they did so in the cold months when they're supposed to slow down, I have SO MANY NYMPHS AT ALL TIMES, HUNDREDS, every time I open the enclosure a bunch inevitably get out and I've just stopped trying to contain and catch every single one like I'm just like whatever man. so theres hisser nymphs roaming around my room all the time (it's not a concern b/c they're tropical and cant breed/infest, like, they basically just eventually turn up dead somewhere or I find em and finally toss them back in the tank), sometimes the random house spiders eat them LMAO but I gotta Do something about it like, get around to actually selling these guys as feeders or something

I take TOO GOOD OF CARE of my roaches I am SWIMMING in roaches I am up to my neck in roaches

I digress though I am so excited for the springtails to arrive, whenever they do

[aroacedragongirl]

Im just going to answer all of these because why not

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

its complicated

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my father

03: Do you regret anything?

so many things :)

04: Are you insecure?

definitely

05: What is your relationship status?

single, hoping to stay that way

06: How do you want to die?

preferably painlessly

07: What did you last eat?

Honey bunches of oats with almonds

08: Played any sports?

i did karate for like eight years and hated it for at least like half of that

09: Do you bite your nails?

not really

10: When was your last physical fight?

see #8

11: Do you like someone?

this is a really ambiguous question. not romantically or sexually, thats for sure

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

no

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

yes

14: Do you miss someone?

I miss my friends who have all gone off to college around the country

15: Have any pets?

two dogs and a chinchilla

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

tired and annoyed by my mother

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

nope, never anywhere, for that matter

18: Are you scared of spiders?

no, i think they are cute

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

probably not, because it is impossible to predict the far reaching effects of what you do, and you could irreversibly change your life forever

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

what the fuck does that even mean? actually I dont think i want to know

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

i have no idea right now

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

nope

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

nope

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

calculus, physics, and computer science, probably

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

that is literally the same question as question 14

26: What are you craving right now?

sleep

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

probably by accident at least once without realizing it

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

never been in a relationship

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

never been in a relationship

30: What’s irritating you right now?

upon reading this my entire body spontaneously became itchy, fuck you

31: Does somebody love you?

I think my parents do?

32: What is your favourite color?

purple

33: Do you have trust issues?

definitely

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I crashed the car that i am borrowing

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

one of my parents, i dont recall which

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

probably

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

i am guilty of both

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

no

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

never have; hoping to continue that

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

no

51: Favourite food?

i wrote an entire essay on this one in response to an ask if you want to know go read that

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

if the consequences of our actions and random chance count then yes, otherwise no

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

game with friends

54: Is cheating ever okay?

I dont think i am qualified to answer this (aroace)

55: Are you mean?

sometimes unintentionally

56: How many people have you fist fought?

complicated answer, see question #08

57: Do you believe in true love?

no

58: Favourite weather?

just cool enough to wear a hoodie, not too cold

59: Do you like the snow?

yes

60: Do you wanna get married?

no

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

definitely not

62: What makes you happy?

Making things, success, sometimes hanging out with my friends

63: Would you change your name?

probably, idk to what though

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

jokes on you ive never kissed anyone

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

apologize for being unable to adequately reciprocate also why exclusively opposite sex?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

idk

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

my mom

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

also my mom

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

no

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

probably not

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[theysaidhush]

Omgg I rlly love your content!! Can you write dark non con with txt or enha?? I'd love to see it!! Love ya

Heeseung who's obsessed with his fan ? Yeah.

🕊 DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT🕊

Heesung's at the top of the world. Not really, he wishes he was, but he will be, soon. At first, it was just a joke between the two of you. When you came to a fan sign of his group, your album in your hand, waiting in line for your turn. You weren't wearing revealing or expensive clothes, no overuse of make up was concealing your natural facial features and, from the way he saw you interact with his members, you weren't the kind of fan who knew everything about their life. It was refreshing to meet a not-so-much fan.

And then, you sat in front of him, eyes shining with expectation. You were grateful for being able to be at that fan sign, he could tell; you did not take things for granted.

"Hi!"

"Hey Engene..." he couldn't help himself but smile softly and hold is hand out towards you, like he did with so many fans before. It was insignificant, really, just a hand shake with another fan, one that he would have forgotten after a not so good night of sleep.

And if you knew that smiling awkwardly and tucking your hands on your laps would have brought you into this mess, you would have even kiss his hand if it was what he wanted at that moment.

But Heeseung, on the other hand, was shocked. Like damn, he is Lee Heeseung, from the rising group Enhypen, the older, the ace. And yet, you rejected him, refused to take his hand like he was some weirdo in the metro late at night who sneezed in his palm. Would you have hold Niki's hand, or Sunoo's hand ? What was so disturbing about him that would prevent you from allowing him to get to stroke your skin? It was a terrible feeling, jealousy, self-consciousness, who soon shifted into an obsession. He would do whatever it takes to get to hold your hand. But you didn't even think that this kind of thought would cross his mind, your idol's mind. So yeah, you came back home like you would any others days, did what you usually do and went to sleep, totally unaware that your idol was fucking his way (literally) into your data - is that even a thing ?

"Please... Please let me go..."

The way you were begging was so sweet. Teary eyes looking up at him, fists clenched by your sides because you knew damn well that you couldn't do anything, not out here, in front of everyone. And Heeseung knew it. He could have cornered you in front of your precarious apartment building because he knew that none of your weird neighbors would care about what happens to you. It wasn't memorable, just a bit frightening. So he cornered you at your workplace, put you in a situation that would get you fired if anyone stumbled across the both of you.

But you were so pretty, on your knees, before him, trying to get him to leave.

"Why would I do that? We have unfinished business."

Unfinished business. That's how he referred to that day. The day you knew you were trapped like a butterfly in a spider web. The day he shamelessly pushed himself against you, humped you, dirtied your body and soul as his hands were carelessly roaming your body, stroking your core and groping your breasts in a corner of a metro full of people. No one looked twice nor questioned why your eyes were watery and your hands shaking. Heeseung told you that your face was red, that they knew that you were just two lovers being touchy in the late of the night and that you were quite enjoying it. But you were just embarrassed, disgusted, and couldn't do anything about that, not when he was threatening you with pictures of your half-naked body in the warmth and comfort of your apartment. He was sick.

But he did not think that he was sick. He just thought that he was...in love. That each of his doing was a proof of it. He was spending his free time with you when he was not playing idol in front of the cameras! You should be grateful for it instead of whining and whimpering, pretending to chock on his dick as he was forcefully pushing it deep in your throat. You were always so dramatic, so ungrateful, spitting his hot seed out of your mouth, a babbling mess of semen spit and tears. But he was willing to stay by your side, he loves you the way you are, ain't gonna change you for a billion. Because he likes the way your inside clench around his cock out of fear because you like what he's giving you. He loves the view when he eventually gets to bend you over and fuck you like he planned on doing for weeks. Smile for the camera ♡

[dollygirl808]

⚠️TW SA⚠️

Every time I try to wash my hair I feel like the universe is against me. So, I was washing my hair bc it's greasy n all dandruff-y and I seriously struggle to do so because of how overwhelming it is with so many things going on and my wet hair touching me and loose strands of hair sticking to my fingers n arms n body.

I hate the feeling of wet hair touching me more than almost anything, aside from sticky things. When I shower my head/body has to be tilted in such a way that hair cannot touch my neck/shoulders, which hurts my neck n back.

But anyways, I was just trying to be clean, and as I'm half bent over (and not in a fun way) watery shampoo gets in my eye, so I have to quickly stop and rinse that out.

Next, I look over at the ceiling and I notice that the shower head is fucking spraying water all over the wall outside of the shower curtain and directly onto my fucking phone.

So I FUCKING panic, naturally, turn the water off completely and struggle to take my phone out of my case and wipe it dry.

Why is my phone in the bathroom, my grandmother might- did- passively-aggressively ask? Because I'm not some fucking psycho who just takes a shower in dead silence??? Like???🤨🤨 Wtf, how am I supposed to shower without music? You just stare silently at the wall? No sound? Like some sort of npc? 🤢😠Disgusting. I'd be so under-stimulated, probably start digging my nails into my palm or arm or something.

(The reason I didn't notice the water was bc the water was spraying from the part where the shower head n the rod twist together, and it was spraying directly behind the shower head and over the curtain, and I'm not looking up at the curtain rod, only near the corners where spiders could be bc arachnophobia)

Phones dry, now what? Well there's still shampoo in my hair, and I have to wash my body bc I have therapy later and I'm not gonna get back in the shower.

So I try and twist the stupid thing back together so it's not spraying. I pinch the rubber part between the peices, and the seal is still broken. OK. So, I hold the shower head, thankfully it's a removable one, with my palm covering the spray that way it's not spraying everywhere or getting me in my face and wash out the shampoo in my hair.

I almost get shampoo water in my eye again, and then I turn the water off and like scrup up n stuff. I have a new bottle of body wash bc the old one was running out. But this isn't the same wash. It's not even a yellow/golden color like the other one. Ok, it'll be fine probably. Its the same brand. Hopefully it doesn't give me an allergic reaction bc my skin is super sensitive. It's just a new thing when I'm already stressed out, no big deal.

I almost cry as I'm scrubbing my body. But I don't, I have to finish.

Turn the water back on, hold it, wash soap off.

Get out. My wet hair is touching me. I get wrapped up in my towl and use my nightgown to protect my neck from icky feeling wet hair.

Crab claw my hair brush, my naked phone, my still wet phone case, and my other fucking phone.

Old phone that's battery is shit. I brought it with me for music that way my main phone could be charged in my room, and it wouldn't be exposed to the steam in the bathroom. Old phone died, so fuck me. Had to use my current phone anyways and I forgot to take the old phone back into my room.

I almost drop my bare, naked, vulnerable and fragile phone multiple times on the way from the bathroom to my room.

Sit down, wipe my phone case down and dress up my phone.

Hunger pains. I've been awake since 1 am. I fell asleep at 10pm yesterday, and woke up 3hrs later. It's 9am now.

I've only eaten two popsicles and two re-heated peices of garlic bread. We don't have anything I can eat, nothing. And I mean like adhd nothing. That cereal? There were cobwebs in that box, that box is Tainted and I'm not eating it. That nasty pink-looking turkey? Fuck no. Turkey is WHITE. I'm not eating pink turkey. Gonna give me a fucking disease, start the zombie apocalypse or something. What do I look like, a fucking idiot? Those aren't real foods, they aren't even edible. I can't eat that. There's nothing to eat, so I'm very hungry.

I break down in tears. Open-mouthed sobbing into my towl, hiccuping and almost hyperventilating for like minute straight as i wipe my tears with my towl. Why does everything in life have to be more difficult for me?

Next time I go to wash my hair I'm going to look back at this experience and think, I don't want to have a mental break down today. Another day. And like, am I wrong? All of this bullshit just to not even completely wash my hair. And for what? I'm so mentally and physically tired, probably starving, and wet hair is still fucking touching me.

Fun fact! The only reason I stopped breaking down mentally is because..

⚠️Sa⚠️

One time my abusive ex, also my first boyfriend ever, told me that I looked pretty when I cried when he was raping me in my own bedroom and now whenever I start really sobbing or crying or getting emotional at all I always think back to that and it always helps/makes me calm down.

Weather its because of subconscious trauma I sustained in that moment, or because I don't want to cry too ugly and only cry minimally and prettily, I'm not sure.

It also probably doesn't help that I've been habitually hiding all of my emotions from my family my entire childhood so I'm kind of programmed to cry silently in my room into a pillow so no one hears me.

All in all, I really need that therapy today🫠