#grumpy spider noises

[amorchai]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 6,989 notes.

pairing(s): tasm!peter parker x female!reader

words: 660

warnings/tags: established relationship, mentions of r fitting into tasm!peter’s shirt ( tried to make it inclusive as i’m plus size. )

peter was in a grumpy mood. it wasn’t usual that he was these days. not when he was practically renowned across the school for the mood change the second you showed up.

your poor boyfriend known for being so sappily in-love with you.

but he wasn’t able to see you this weekend. he caught a glimpse at your window after patrol both days, lightly knocking the glass while you slept in bed before giving up, not wanting to wake you.

plus his favourite t-shirt was missing. a simple band-tee that he likes to wear occasionally and thought he had left it out to wear for school, only to realise it’s missing, aunt may assuring him it’s not in the laundry basket.

his head is glued to the floor when he walks to his locker, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose while he holds his skateboard under one arm. no glances in anyone’s directions, just wanting to collect his things for first period and go to the class.

yet, peter’s plans are ruined when two hands slide over the expanse of his back, squeezing his shoulders and a small but immediate happy smile tugs upon peter’s lips knowingly. “hey, baby. missed you so much—” he cuts himself off, after turning around to press his lips to yours does he immediately notice the outfit you adorn.

your smile is so bright, enough to make peter’s knees buckle, and there’s a shine in your eye when you greet your boyfriend. your arms instinctively move around his neck while his encircle your waist to pull you close, skateboard hitting the floor, uncaring of the people walking past the hall.

peter’s smile widens, a small noise escaping him as he gapes, “are you wearing my shirt?” it’s the very shirt that he had been looking for, over a long-sleeved top to almost match his own style. and god, you looked so much better in it.

“… is that okay? i thought you wouldn’t mind.” you look down at your attire, smile falling briefly. to which your boyfriend immediately perks up, squeezing your frame before his instincts stop him from pressing too hard, “no! don’t mind, don’t mind at all, baby, no.”

you can’t help giggling at his nature, rambled and flustered as he leans closer to you. warm, wanting more of you, closer. “in fact, you should keep it. looks so much better on you,” with this he kisses you, prolonged and sweet in a wordless i-missed-you way.

your breath wavers after you both pull away, leaning further into his side as peter turns to grab more of his things out the locker. you stare up at him admiringly, “you didn’t drop by after patrol, pete?”.

he glances back down at you, another quipped smile while his lips catch yours briefly, your teeth tearing from your lower lip while you respond. “you were sleeping, baby. i tried,” peter whispers after pulling away, hand caressing your stolen-shirt covered back affectionately while nudging his locker closed and bending down to pick up his skate.

“you watched me sleep? creep.” you tease, smile never faltering as you talk to peter. “sure did, cute thing. you cuddle your pillow when i’m not beside you, y’know?” you just hum as he guides you away, your shoulder bag bumping his hip but peter refuses to remove himself from your side.

“you should really leave your window unlocked, by the way,” peter continues, glancing at one another while you fiddle with the hem of his navy-blue top, “what if someone climbs in?” you ask. “you live twenty stories up, honey, no one but me can sneak in. and if they did, they have a crime-fighting spider who loves his girlfriend to deal with.”

“you’re so cheesy,” you giggle endearingly at your precious peter while leaning up to kiss his cheek, noting that tonight you won’t lock your window in hopes spider-man drops by and replaces your pillow for cuddles.

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── 𝐌𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥

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Same routine. Same tired breath.

The buzzing of my alarm clock dragged me back into another day I didn’t particularly want to live. The shrill beeping gnawed at my ears until I slammed my hand down on it, silencing it for the moment. For a second, I just laid there, staring blankly at the stained ceiling, feeling the weight of monotony suffocate me.

Wake up.

Eat.

Get ready for work.

Work for six soul draining hours while trying to fend off Jackson, the human embodiment of a mistake.

Go home.

Eat.

Sleep.

Repeat.

It was a cycle so endless, so crushing, I started to wonder if this was hell after all. Maybe I’d done something wrong in a past life, or hell, maybe even this one, and now I was being punished by being forced to exist in this grey loop forever.

But that’s just life isn’t it?

I shuffled to the bathroom, brushed my teeth mechanically, tossed on my uniform, black jeans, the red Pop’s Diner T-shirt, a name tag that screamed ‘Y/N’ to any creep who bothered to look, and dragged myself out the door.

The diner wasn’t far. It sat on the edge of town, where cracked sidewalks met endless woods. Pop’s had been around forever, the sort of place where the coffee was always hot, the floors always sticky, and the same six regulars clung to the cracked booths like flies to a corpse.

Jackson was already there when I arrived, lounging at the counter like he owned the place. His smirk crawled up my skin like spiders, and I fought the urge to spin on my heel and leave.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he purred, voice thick with sleaze. Just the sound of it was like nails on a chalkboard, not even a full minute in and I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

I ignored him, brushing past to clock in. Maybe if I pretended hard enough he didn’t exist, he’d actually disappear.

Six hours. Just six miserable hours.

I tied my apron, plastered on my best dead eyed smile, and started my shift.

It was during my third trip delivering a plate of bacon and eggs that the doorbell chimed and the change began.

They strolled in like they owned the place, four of them, bickering loud enough that even the fry cook poked his head out from the kitchen to see what the fuss was.

I couldn’t help myself from sneaking a peak at them, they had only been in for a few seconds and half of the other customers were turning heads at the noise they were making.

The first guy through the door was tall, the tallest in the group and looked like he could either fix your car or knock you flat without breaking a sweat. He had a slight mustache that didn’t quite make him look older, and he wore a black coat over a mustard yellow hoodie. His light brown hair was buzzed short, and when he smiled, and he did, charmingly, like he had no idea how disarming it was. I caught sight of the gap between his two front teeth. His navy blue jeans looked worn in and comfortable, the kind that had seen too many years but still clung to life.

Behind him came a guy who looked like he’d fought a war just to get out of bed this morning. Third tallest, with a grumpy scowl permanently carved into his face. He wore a red flannel shirt, the top two buttons undone, and dark blue jeans to match. His hair was dark brown, nearly black, and messy like he hadn’t bothered with a comb. A scruffy beard shaded his jawline, and he had the kind of heavy lidded, exhausted eyes that screamed of nights lost to bad dreams.

Next to him, practically glued to his side and pestering him nonstop, was another younger boy. Second tallest, though only by a little. He had a wide, awkwardly placed bandage slapped across his cheek, and I couldn’t help but notice how he twitched and stuttered when he spoke, like his body and mouth weren’t always in agreement. His clothes were plain, an old, boring brown hoodie and, of course, blue jeans. Seriously, what was it with these guys and blue jeans? His raggedy gloves looked ready to fall apart at the seams, practically cartoonish in how desperate they were to stay together.

The last of the group was a girl, the only girl, and she looked about two seconds away from dying of boredom. She had a white zip-up hoodie, hands jammed deep in the pockets, and a red shirt peeking out underneath. Black jeans clung to her legs, her black hair a tangled, charming mess like she’d rolled out of bed and dared the world to say something about it. Her dark eyes scanned the room lazily, clearly unbothered by the bickering boys beside her.

I didn’t realize I was staring until the customer who had ordered the bacon and eggs coughed to get my attention, I looked down mumbling an apology and I set the food in front of them.

They became regulars after that, not only just becoming familiar faces in Pop’s, but in town too. Almost every shift I worked, they were there, corner booth, same bickering, same reckless energy. And… subtle flirting. Not from all of them, but enough to notice. Or maybe I’m just delusional in desperate need of attention…

They were here so often that I knew all four of them by name. There was Brian, Tim, Kate, and Toby. A dynamic group that I couldn’t help myself but be drawn towards.

Brian would catch my eye sometimes, offering a small smirk like we were sharing an inside joke. Tobias loved calling me over just to tease, tossing out stupid pick up lines through his stutters that made me roll my eyes so hard they almost got stuck, he did it just for my reactions I bet.

Even Tim, gruff, grumpy Tim, had his moments. He’d grumble out a “Thanks” or a “Looks good” about the plain black coffee or Cherry pie, and it would sound like the most sincere compliment I’d ever heard.

Kate was more reserved, but there was something about the way she would subtly smile at me, a quiet approval that felt… nice. Like I was included in their weird little club.

They were… strange, though. Little things started to stick out.

Brian flinched when a tray clattered to the ground behind him. Tim’s hands would tremble sometimes, so subtly it was easy to miss if you weren’t paying attention. Tobias was constantly watching the door like he expected something, or someone to barge in at any moment. Kate seemed the most composed, but she was always quietly scanning the room, muscles taut under her hoodie.

It wasn’t normal behavior. It was… survival instincts, made you wonder if they were ex military soldiers. But weirdly enough, it didn’t scare me. It intrigued me.

Maybe because my life was so boring, so achingly dull, that even the scent of danger felt intoxicating.

Of course, not everything was sunshine and rainbows, Jackson hadn’t taken the hint yet. If anything, he was getting worse.

He’d linger at the counter even longer, his beady eyes tracking me across the floor like a predator. His ‘compliments’ had gotten grosser, slimier. Sometimes he’d even lean over the counter just to breathe down my neck when I passed by.

I made it a point to keep distance between us. Pretended to be busy. Took fake phone calls in the backroom. Anything to avoid him.

He was getting bold, though. Too bold.

Last night, when I was cleaning up after close, I caught him waiting outside by the dumpsters, cigarette glowing between his fingers, grinning that horrible grin. I pretended not to see him. Darted around the other side of the building and practically ran to my car.

My hands had been shaking when I finally locked the doors and drove off. ‘If I just ignore him, he’ll eventually lose interest and leave me alone.’ I kept telling myself, though it was all just a silly wish that he’d finally disappear.

Today, though, my focus was elsewhere.

The diner was buzzing with the afterschool crowd, teens jammed into booths laughing over milkshakes and greasy fries. Pop’s was never really clean, but it was alive tonight, and that helped. I needed the distraction.

The four were already in their booth when I came on shift, arguing as usual.

“Y-Y/N!” Tobias called, waving dramatically like I couldn’t see him from across the room. “Cuh-come save m-m-me from -chirp!- these idiots.”

I snorted and sauntered over, pad and pen in hand. “I can’t save you. You’re too far gone.”

Brian chuckled under his breath. Tim just shook his head like he was embarrassed to be associated with any of them, especially Toby.

Kate nudged Toby, a silent warning of ‘cut it out.’ “We’ll have the usual,” she said, cutting off Tobias’s protests.

“Coming right up,” I said, scribbling it down.

As I turned away, I heard Brian mutter something about “Cute when she smiles,” and Tim elbowed him in the ribs. I pretended not to hear, but my cheeks burned.

The shift passed in a weird, almost pleasant blur. At one point, Kate spoke up when I refilled their coffees. “You should be careful with him,” she said, nodding subtly toward Jackson, who was perched at the counter leering at me. “Guys like that don’t know how to take no.”

I stiffened. “Yeah. I know.”

Her expression softened slightly. “You ever need anything… let us know.” I blinked, caught off guard by the quiet fierceness in her voice.

“Thanks,” I said, and meant it.

The night wound down. The teens left. The kitchen lights dimmed. I wiped the last table, exhausted but lighter somehow.

As I hung up my apron, I caught a glimpse out the window.

The four were standing by an old, beat-up RV, arguing over directions probably. Tim gesturing wildly, Tobias laughing like a maniac, Brian shaking his head with a fond sort of exasperation, Kate rolling her eyes like she’d seen it all before.

I smiled.

Maybe life wasn’t so normal anymore. Maybe it was about to get very, very strange.

But for the first time in a long time…

I wasn’t completely dreading tomorrow.

IKKK THIS IS SHORT PUT IM REALLY JUST TRYING TO SET A STORYLINE IN PLACE!!!

I’ve got the next few chapters plot lines mapped out and I’m so excited to finally be posting abt this au!! :3

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲? || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one || part two: Suddenly, we have a baby || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be a date between you and Miguel, ends up being a night to babysit Mayday. Was it enough to unleash a baby fever? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- nah, just fluff. clingy!reader x grumpy!Miguel + cute!Mayday, implied age gap (legal) and implied short reader (I’m 5’2, this man can ruin me), implied sex and baby talks. NO PROOFREAD!!. 𝐀/𝐍_PLEASE, listen lover and false God along this!!!!

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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Irritant and cute giggles.

That’s all Miguel keeps hearing. He’s fixated on the screens of his office. At some point, he checks to see how his new white and red suit is doing.

But every damn time, he gets distracted by some giggles.

Until the giggles turn into strong waves of laughter, he turns, visibly annoyed.

Peter is holding Mayday, and you are seated across them and erupting into laughter once Mayday imitates some growling sounds from you and Peter.

Okay, the sight looked and sounded adorable. Mainly because it was you making the baby laugh and make funny sounds. But Miguel had work to do…

“Hey!. You three, out. You’re annoying me,” Miguel spits out. Peter, Mayday, and you turn to see the man.

“Someone’s being grumpy…” Miguel sees you exchange mocking looks with the little girl. And Peter is only there existing.

Then you stand up, and with a little jump, you’re on his floating station/desk, whatever.

He feels you tickle his rib, so he looks down on you.

You are telling him to lean down a little. So he does.

You stand on your tiptoes and smash his cheek with a kiss.

“See you at home?” You ask.

Peter nor Mayday can’t see it, but Miguel has a hand on the small of your back; his way of saying I love you, be safe. Because he couldn’t be utterly soft around the workplace.

“Say bye to the bitter man, Mayday,” you say, taking the baby from Peter’s arms.

The three of you started leaving with another long wave of laugh and chuckles.

Of course a pain in the ass for Miguel.

…

Later that day, a mission was successfully accomplished. Miguel had gone to a different one with Jessica, Lyla, lego Spider-man, and Spider-cat (his low-key favorite interns).

On the other hand, he was impatiently waiting for you to come back and go home together. He was in the mood to spend some time at your place.

It was your grandparent's house, and it was beyond cozy. Miguel had to admit that living on futuristic Earth was excellent. Still, even when your home could be considered as yesteryear, it was better.

However, he could not see the time to leave because he couldn’t find you anywhere.

He even started to worry something had happened.

Hobie, Gwen, Miles, Peter, and Mayday weren’t Miguel's best options for missions. But… they were your family.

“Why the pout?” Suddenly, Jess appeared at his side. Miguel ignored her and kept walking through the long hallway. Some spider people greeted him and Jess, she made brief conversations, and Miguel only sent them nods.

“I’m not pouting…” he answered finally.

“You are.”

“No.” Jess chuckled, rubbing her giant belly.

Miguel gave her a quick glance. Realizing that her coworker was heavily pregnant. It had been some rough months, especially after the events that Miles brought to everyone in the HQ. So for Jess, it must’ve been worse.

“Have you seen y/n?” He asked.

“She’s been here for some hours now. She contained the anomaly with Peter and the others” Then where the hell were you?

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the cafeteria.

Miguel and Jess exchanged some looks before walking all over the hallways that would lead them to the cafeteria.

The scene was… interesting.

Hobie was driving the spider-car, you on the passenger seat with Mayday in your arms and spider-plushie on your shoulder.

In the backseat, Miles and Gwen were laughing and looking back.

And chasing the car, Peter B. Parker tries to catch everyone with a poor running pace.

Miguel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t complain. You married a younger woman…” said Jess laughing at the sight.

Soon, the car disappeared through another hallway, with Peter screaming to stop the vehicle.

“I’m not complaining. But-“ he wouldn’t say it out loud, but Miguel loved you just like you were. He wouldn’t change anything for you.

“I’m not gonna be here soon. You gotta be conscious that you’ll deal with them all alone.”

“I know…” you had a mature side that Miguel enjoyed regarding safety, health, and serious decisions. But he also loved that you remained optimistic most of the time.

And he couldn’t blame you. Back home, you had few real friends, only two girlfriends, and your family.

Both girls were shocked to learn that you were engaged less than half a decade after high school. But they were so supportive, and they accepted Miguel. Same story for your family.

Then spending time with his least favorite coworkers made you happy. So Miguel could handle the annoying moments. Just for you…

“Tell me if I’m trespassing. But… What do you do together? It’s still unbelievable that you two are married.” Miguel gives her a stern look. He doesn’t like to discuss his private (nor public) life with you, but somehow Jess wasn’t a burden of questions like Peter or Miles and Gwen.

“She likes cooking, so we either go to restaurants or cook together. Then she likes spending hours at this giant library near her place,” Jess smiles. Knowing how much you liked spending time between pages and pages.

“So you’re a pleaser. Interesting…”

“Jess…” Miguel warned her. Jessica laughed harder, giving up.

“Okay, okay, sorry. It’s just that… she seems like… the opposite of you. But it also seems like it works well.”

“It does,” he accepts, allowing himself to smile very little.

“Are you taking her on a date this weekend?”

“We haven’t been on a date since… two months?” okay, that sounded terrible for a year and a half marriage.

“Dude…” her tone indicated that it was a catastrophic event, that you and Miguel hadn’t been on a date for so long.

“What? We’re both busy. I’m in charge here; she has work to do here and college stuff. “ it wasn’t that bad. You always made time to make a decent dinner, watch movies, listen to music, and cuddle before sleeping. Miguel couldn’t complain.

“So?” Miguel knew what Jess was about to add. She would say you two didn’t have a child to care about.

And it made him question it. Did he ever see himself being a father again? No.

Would he love to see you pregnant and taking care of a baby? Yes

Would he be able to leave his trauma behind just to be happy again if you asked for a baby?… Maybe.

“I’ll just say it’s a good weekend to spend time together again. Not worrying about work is…Is a relaxed Friday.” she was right.

Maybe Miguel would take her word.

But first, he had to find you.

…

“Would you like to have a date?” His question popped in a way that made you feel like he was asking for the first time again.

You smile brightly, looking up at him with a slight arch on your brow.

“Yeah. I would love that,” he sighs, relieved.

“Your place. It’s better….” you knew he preferred your house. So you would not complain.

“Sure. Then let me clean today, okay?” He nodded.

Unexpectedly you hug him. Your head barely brushed his chest. And since nobody was around, Miguel hugged you back. His hands caress your head softly, touching your hair.

“I love you so much,” you admit with your eyes closed. He knows it’s obvious. Nobody would’ve stood him for so long, even before marriage.

“Me too, bonita,” he replies calmly.

There’s a characteristic pull you do in his rib every time you ask for a kiss.

So he leans again, but there’s time for a long deep kiss this time.

It’s impossible to not miss your body too.

Memories that shouldn’t appear, assault him at that moment.

Honestly, he can’t wait to have you the next night. You never deny him a good time in bed. And Miguel can’t help but be surprised that a small body like yours has long-lasting stamina.

Except when the weather it’s too hot and your low blood pressure can’t take it.

Other than that, you were so determined to take him and endure anything he decided to give you.

Another big reason to love you.

He’s still kissing you. And he can sense how your body temperature increases. He doesn’t have spider sense but swears he can hear your throbs and pulses around nothing.

A cold shower, that’s what he’s gonna need.

“So.. See you tomorrow, amor.” You say one last time. He lets you go and can’t wait for the next day.

Yeah, even when he sees you every day, no matter what.

Because he’s beyond in love with you.

…

As you walk towards your little office, you encounter Peter and Mayday.

“Hey!. You two are still here,” they turned, giving you a big smile.

“Yeah, Mayday can’t leave without a warm bottle of milk from here” You wondered what could make the milk from the HQ something special for Mayday. Maybe it was the mascarpone flavor….

“I want to leave early because this girl needs a bath before tomorrow….” you frown, confused. There’s a lot of trust and a great friendship with the man, even when he is older than Miguel and you. And as much as your husband liked to remark that Peter wasn’t a friend, the truth was obvious.

“What’s gonna happen tomorrow?…”

“I’m having a date with MJ, and we hope her mother can take care of Mayday. Cause if she can’t… maybe we won’t be able to- “

“Miguel and I can take care of her…” you suggest immediately.

“Really? That would be great. But… What about…?”

“Miguel? You know him…He secretly likes Mayday,” you respond.

But then you remember you were supposed to have a date with your husband. You haven’t had an entire day with him outside of work. And he hadn’t fucked you since two weeks ago.

But Mayday couldn’t be such a bother…Right? Like, look at that cute face and baby carrot hairs.

“Well, in that case…Do I bring her?” You nod, completely forgetting about Miguel and what could be his reaction.

“Sure. You know my place, right?” Peter had been there several times before you and Miguel got married.

“Yeah. So… at 7:00 pm? I would pick her up before midnight.”

“It’s fine. Right, baby?” Mayday giggles and keeps drinking from her little bottle.

“Alright then… see you tomorrow” You wave goodbye to the duo and go home.

It won’t be that bad.

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Miguel opens the door of your house, and the first thing he hears is soft music playing.

My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my… LOVER!!!!.

You are singing between giggles and pauses.

Okay, he knows the song. He knows you dedicate that whole album to him every time you play it.

And when he enters the kitchen, he wants to pinch his arm to confirm he’s not dreaming.

You are cooking something on the little island: a baby pink dress, red cardigan, hair in a braid.

One hand is stirring something, and the other is… carrying Mayday?

“Oh. Hey, babe!” You greet him, running to give him a peck on the lips.

“Uh…What’s going on?” He asks, pointing at the baby in your arm.

“We’re babysitting her!” Mayday is super concentrated on a piece of watermelon you gave her, chewing and making a mess of her onesie.

“This was supposed to be a date…” he doesn’t want to ruin the mood. But he was expecting some time alone with his wife.

“It is… Peter will pick her up before midnight. We never go to sleep before 2:00am, amor.”

“Great. I have to deal with Peter even on my free day,” you laugh at his exaggerated reaction.

“Oh, don’t be like that. Mayday is a burst of sunshine; she will not trouble us.” When Miguel turns back to see you, the baby is gone from your arms. She’s climbing your kitchen drawers. Your husband instantly panics when he sees Mayday could fall into the boiling water at any moment.

“You have to look after her,” he says to you, eyes switching from you to the baby.

“I’m looking at her…”

“No. You’re looking at the recipe for…mushroom soup?” Mayday trembles, and Miguel runs to basically catch her. But you make a movement that shoots out two webs, making a little swing for her. She coos and laughs happily.

“See? I got her….” you say proudly.

Miguel had to accept you were good at taking care of kids. Making him question it further if he was ready to pop in the question; Do you want a baby?

“Could you two pick a movie? I left some options on the couch” Miguel looks at Mayday, who seems to understand that you need something from her, so stretches her arms to Miguel, asking him to pick her up.

“She’s asking you to lift her, babe.”

He rolls his eyes, and with a grumpy attitude, he picks Mayday in his arms.

You take a mental screenshot of the image. And your baby's fever escalates even more. Only that you swore to not bring up the issue. Because you weren’t ready to find out if Miguel was prepared to try for a baby again.

Miguel and Mayday, they both look at the pair of movies you have out.

All are for kids, but he can easily look at any of those because he would be with you.

And probably would not pay attention.

“Which one do you want?” He asks the girl. She looks at the movies again and points at the pirates and fairies one.

“Good choice,” your husband lets out. Mayday only giggles.

…

Well, Miguel couldn’t sit next to you.

Because Mayday was in the middle. You made her some tofu nuggets with vegetables because you were an almond babysitter. Also cause Peter said Mayday needed to eat more greens.

She happily looked at the movie while she had the plate before her.

Then you and Miguel had mushroom soup with warm bread and salad.

He never failed to flatter your food; never.

You can feel he’s praying for Mayday to fall asleep.

He has some big fuck me eyes, actually begging.

You can’t help but smile and giggle as he rolls his eyes.

For another twenty minutes, the movie continues. But soon, Mayday climbs Miguel and starts resting on his chest, and no more than a minute later, she’s fast asleep.

Both of you are in shock. He doesn’t even know where to place his hands.

Until you stand to place his hands in the right place, one on her head and the other on her back.

Miguel looks astronomically big with the baby in his arms. And once again, you look with a giant pair of heart eyes.

Your head is screaming; give me a baby, please!!!!!!

However, you and Miguel only stare at each other, probably thinking and wanting to say the same.

“I’ll put her on your bed” You nod, thanking him as his broad figure disappears from the living room.

You take the dishes to the kitchen and clean them.

There’s a long pause after drying your hands with a flower towel. You stare vaguely at your window, looking through the flowers Miguel gave you when he arrived.

You can’t ask him, but you want so badly. He’s your husband, your lover. You should be able to ask him, cause you to talk with him about everything and anything.

When you go back to the living room, Miguel is there. The tv is off, and the whole room is in complete darkness except for your window. Which led some light to enter through the curtains.

You look at him; he’s seated on the couch.

Your mouth opens and closes. Because you can’t find the words.

“Do you want a baby?” He asks. It’s sudden, unexpected, and shocking.

“I-…” You are frozen. His eyes had never been so intimidating. Yet, the love you feel when you come closer to sit beside him is more immense.

“I do, but-“Then you think about him. His past, trauma, and sequels he could have.

“I think I’m ready to move forward,” he can make you feel shocked again.

He’s making an effort… Why ruin it?

“You are?…” you ask, taking his hand. He caressed your knuckles, softening the moment.

“Yes. Since some months ago… I’ve seen you the kid, and I want that,” he leans into your touch. The way you caress his cheeks invites him to stay there forever.

“So…Wanna try?” You’ve never been on the pill or anything; just pure luck. Maybe it turned out for the best.

“Yes…” somehow the moment is awkward. But in a cute way because neither of you knows where to start.

“Is the kid completely asleep?” you chuckle on his lips. So you’re trying earlier…

“Completely passed out. Don’t worry, amor. I’ll be quiet” he spreads his big thighs when you straddle him on the couch. Your weight is incredibly relaxing for him, so he cherishes every moment.

“Bonita…You’re never quiet” his comment makes you blush. Miguel loved the power he had to make you feel like a teenager in love yet. And it wasn’t because of the age gap. It was simply the way you were.

“Yes, I’ll be. Promise…”

You weren’t quiet. But at least Mayday snored.

—

Peter is greeted by a sweaty Miguel, and you are all disheveled. His face turns into a grin, a disgusted one. He doesn’t even say hi to Miguel; he just steps into your house.

“You two had-“

“NO!” You deny it immediately, drinking a water bottle, ignoring your friend’s judgmental gaze.

“Yes,” Miguel admits with his usual stoic presence.

“MAN..why?” Peter asks in disbelief. Your blush can’t help but increase until you look like a swollen tomato.

“Guess my baby set the alarms of a baby fever…huh?” Even Miguel wants to laugh but does his best to stand still.

“Yeah, okay. Maybe…” you admit laughing nervously.

Miguel disappears to bring the baby, leaving you and Peter alone.

“So, how was the date?”

“So… How was the tango session?” He starts laughing.

“PETER!” You nudge his arm, joining his chuckles.

“Nah, the date was amazing. Oh, how much I love my wife,” he hears your prolonged aww. Then Miguel appears with a happy Mayday again.

“You woke her?” Peter asks, taking his daughter.

“No. She was awake already.” Your husband replies.

“You know? You two will be good at this” You can’t help but smile widely. You hug your friend quickly before saying bye to Mayday, and a second later…It’s just you and him again.

“This turned… good,” Miguel admits.

“He’s right?”

“What?”

“Peter. He’s right; we’ll be good at this” Finally, you see him smile. A genuine smile that is only reserved for you.

“Promise me that we’ll be careful. That we are going to try so hard to keep it going?” He pleads suddenly. Looking down at you with a slight pout.

“Oh, Miguel. I can’t assure you everything will be perfect. But I’ll do my best for us and upcoming additions. I promise,” he nods, pressing his forehead against you.

And again, it’s all kisses and slow heavy breathings.

“I wanna keep trying….” you reveal between kisses. He smiles; you can feel it. No matter what, he would always have you, but… he would try for that baby.

“I think we’re gonna stay up past bedtime,” you giggle, stretching again to feel his warm lips.

Impatient to feel them all across your body.

But little did you know, you had already been hosting a baby for the past three months.

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[cherryredstars]

Stress! Miguel x Spider! Mafia Queen! Reader? Where in Reader's universe it's kill or be killed and has no choice *but* to kill the bad guys and is a vicious spider to the enemies but a total sweetheart to children (yes, including Hobbie), and a seductress/tease to Miguel she's head over heels for our grumpy dilf.

But the main plot being Miguel being stressed and angry from between missions and the society not doing what they're supposed to do so he gave in to the temptation and called in Reader to de-stress himself and made sure we- reader belong to him and only him?

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Impact Play, Spanking, Breast Play, Mentions of Overstimulation, Minimal Aftercare

Unedited

You didn't expect it to lead to...this.

It was just mindless fun. Something to help take the edge off of the stress. Harmless teases and flirting that was supposed to stay one-sided. A way to temporarily distract yourself if anything.

You didn't know Miguel would ever act on anything you said.

It seemed normal enough. It isn't uncommon for Miguel to call on you, demanding your presence for a mission or to recruit new spiders that randomly popped up around the multiverse. He seemed normal too, sure a little more on the hotheaded side today, but still normal enough. But you were so wrong.

One second you're standing, and the next you're perched over Miguel's lap.

Each of your legs are spread wide as they're thrown over his muscular thighs, your suit up and missing as your bare back presses into the electric sting of his suited chest. The yellow screens around you gives your skin a glowing quality, exaggerating the natural shadows of your figure. You're already squirming from the discomfort of having your legs stretched so wide, embarrassed that your cunt is exposed fully. You flinch when Miguel's large palm strikes down on your core.

A wanton noise escapes you, and you turn your head to bury it in Miguel's neck. His other hand is kneading at your breast, massaging the rounded flesh before targeting your nipples with mean tugs and pinches. He's rambling about something, muttering into your hair about all the annoying shit that's happened the whole week and how you're the perfect stress toy to help redirect the anger. You can't quite make out the words, your mind focusing on the stinging sensation of his palm and the stimulation of your nipples.

Your hips jolt as he gives your cunt a rapid succession of slaps, each one targeting your sensitive clit. Your body tries to close in on itself in an attempt to save you, but Miguel is always quick to readjust your body for easy access. He gives your clit a mean pinch, and you feel tears well up in your eyes as the pain zaps up your body.

"stop squirming, only making m'more mad." He grunts into your ear as he relents his pinch.

You can only nod your head weakly in agreement, sniffling into his neck with a soft moan as his hand gently massages your red cunt. Even through the suit he can tell you're embarrassingly wet, his fingers circling around your pulsing hole before giving it tiny little spanks that do nothing but surprise you. His eyes are trained on your body, admiring the way you twitch and squirm as he takes out his anger on you. You take it so well, making him so proud.

He coos when a sob tears through your throat when he slaps your cunt again, leaning down to kiss the tears. He doesn't stop though, the sound of his palm meeting your wet flesh resonating through the room. You let out wet babbles, your hands desperately trying to grab onto him for comfort. He eventually lets go of your breast, freeing his hand so you can grab weakly onto it. Both of your tiny hands grab at it, fingers shaking as you take it.

With a few more quick slaps you let out an anguished scream, a dam suddenly breaking inside of you as you convulse in his lap. Miguel groans at the sigh of your body jumping with an unexpected orgasm, your clit twitchy and red. He talks you through the wave of pleasure, only stopping his slaps when your body slumps against him in exhaustion.

"There you go, pretty. That's a good girl." He mumbles down at you, rubbing slow circles into your clit despite the overstimulation.

You whine weakly, tears still streaming down your face as you hiccup into his neck. Miguel pulls his hand away from your clit, massaging your thighs to help soothe your body without irritating the sensitive skin of your sex. You almost want to cry out in relief when something cold presses gently at your core to relieve the burning ache of the lasting sting a few minutes later. Miguel seems to pick up on the relief it provides you, humming softly and pressing a small kiss to your hairline.

That's his good stress toy.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 20 - "This better be good."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A green Vortex swirled in front of them and Constantine held his breath. This was not like any of the summonses he usually did. He looked over his shoulder at the others present, wondering if he could somehow bullshit his way out of this. But one thing was clear, whatever he had summoned was not one of his demons.

The Vortex continued to swirl before them, slowly greenish smoke started to rise out of him. Then suddenly a melody started to echo around them and Constantine felt like face palming.

"Uh… isn't this the Melody of This is Halloween?" The Flash asked aloud, exchanging glances with the others present.

"Constantine." Great Bats was getting grumpy, the JL Dark member thought, refusing to turn around to face any of the heroes. Ignoring them might make them stop questioning what was happening with this summon. It wasn't like there were any pressing situations, forcing this summon in hopes to prevent whatever interdimensional war Trigon was about to start. No, they hadn't forced him out and away from the curse he had been working on. Not like there were other members of the JL Dark, Constantine clearly knew the big bad Bat liked to work more with than him.

Humming resounded from the vortex now too, clearly depicting the chorus of the well known Halloween song, and John's eye twitched. The fuck kinda demon spirit did he summon now? Was whatever he summoned making fun of him just because that being got summoned in October? The rising smoke started to move, taking on a shape that appeared more humanoid as the humming started to become clearer though it sounded like it was filtered through static as it still sounded somewhat distorted.

"Shadow is the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing green! Spectra is the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in her hair."

The voice echoed sounding like a mix of static and white noise but became clearer the more or the green smoke escaped from the vortex. None of them really knew what was going on and Constantine was cursing up a storm in his mind. What the hell was happening right now, he just wanted to get the Spirit of Balance to help them out with Trigon? They were supposed to symbolize balance, surely they would have the easiest time to fix that imbalance the demon was about to wreck across dimensions.

"In this zone we call home, everyone hails to the ghost-like song! In this zone, don't we love it now? Clockworks' waiting for the next surprise!" The smoke was twirling around and moving like they were picking something up from inside the vortex, its shape still smokey but slowly Constantine was able to make out certain shapes of the head and arms as the voice continued to hum and then sing the static was more and more receding.

"Freakshow is the clown with the thermos to his face, sucked up in a flash and gone without a trace. I am the who when you call, 'Who's there?'. Dani is the wind blowing through your hair. Dan is the shadow on the moon at night, Frighty filling your dreams to the brim with fright!" The voice was now very clear, no interference, the smoke had fully formed a human-like body and appeared to be a white haired teen boy, though John noted, his summon was turned with his back to them appearing not to notice him or the heroes in the room and holding… Was that a Halloween party garland?

"This is Halloween, this is Hallo- who the fuck are you guys?" Mid lyrics the kid appeared to have turned around his arms raised like he was going to hang the garland of cut out pumpkins on a wall. White green eyes stared at them before the summoned eyes went to the garland in his hands that were then quickly hidden behind the teens back.

"Spirit of balance-"

"It's Ancient actually."

The spirit, ancient, cut in and Constantine hurried to correct his mistake. "Ancient of balance, we are the Justice League and have summoned you to seek your help…" Constantine started his usual spiel, ignoring Green Lantern's mutter of if that kid really was the spirit of balance as well as the judging looks and burning glare he felt on his back from Batman. He was not going over with them again about the fact that demon, spirits, ghost and the likes can look like whatever the fuck they wanted.

"Okay, stop!" The summoned teen held up a hand before John could continue. "I was in the middle of an important Halloween themed stabilization party preparation! To finally celebrate Dan after Dani pestered him for months! So this better be good, to get in the way of my first fight free weekend in years!"

"A war with demons is about to start." Constantine's head whipped around to glare at Batman, does he need to hold another course of how to properly communicate with interdimensional beings?

"That's Demon Realm Issues, not Ghost related. Could you humans stop mixing us up? I am not even from the same dimension as them and we have enough troubles with them breaching the Ghost Zone borders every month!" The summoned teen arched an eyebrow at them, crossing his arms and bringing that damned Halloween garland back into view again. They clearly didn't want to be here and if Constantine knew anything about unwilling summons then one wrong world could screw them all over right now.

"Trigon is the one starting it." Batman added and once more the JL Dark member sent the Dark knight a seething glare. That hypocrite put him through a lecture about hero behavior and cautions before, John would return the favor once the crisis was handled.

"Trigon?" His head whipped around to look at the suddenly very interested ancient of balance floating over to Batman.

"What did that big toddler do now?" It appeared like the Ancient was talking to themselves more than them as he crossed his arms completely forgetting about the wall decoration in his hands as they tilted their head in thoughts and started to ignore them. They were mumbling something John couldn't hear, for once he wished Superman was around so he could tell them with his super hearing.

"I have no idea who you guys are but, fine! I will help but only because Dan mentioned wanting to fight that overgrown toddler again. That's going to be his stabilizing day present! He can't complain this way that I got him something lame."

Constantine was about to sigh a breath of relief until he noticed the Ancient of Balance opening a good damn vortex and pulling out a snarling, red glowing eyed and blue flamed haired spirit by the neck. He paled then realizing that the being of balance just pulled the Spirit er Ancient of Wrath into their dimension. John then also noticed what appeared to be a little girl hanging like a koala of Wrath's back and then remembered a passage in the summoning text of the Spirit of Balance, he apparently had carelessly ignored.

Summoning Balance, Wrath and Mischief always stuck together. Sweating heavily, Constntine ignored any and all looks sent his way, because he was sure he might have just doomed their Dimension or at least plunged them into chaos for the time being.

[colourstreakgryffin]

May I request Husk with young daughter reader? Like reader is his daughter from his overlord days and reader stayed by his side by her father when he was taken under Alastor? She a little sweet, genuine darling who loves her papa.

Hehe! Awww! I love Husk and I am so excited to write for him independently! Let’s give our grumpy cat bartender lots of love~!

Husker- Precious Kitten

May I remind you all that it’s canon that Husk is great with children and is extremely patient? So, you know that Husk is the best dad in Hazbin Hotel and his daughter is very cared for

Husk regrets losing his Overlord power to Alastor but apart of his deal with Alastor is that he doesn’t touch you nor does he keep you away from Husk. So, even though this deal is complete bullshit, he has the one thing keeping him happy

You never leave his side and Husk will fight anybody to make sure you’ll be right there. He isn’t a fan of you being around his bar but he doesn’t trust anybody with you, he wants you to be at arm’s length all the time

Husk is naturally overprotective over his young daughter because of Alastor. He went from protective, because of Hell and the dangers of being a child in Hell but now, it’s bumped up to a extreme level since he is afraid Alastor may try something to torment him

Husk may hate the domestic cat instincts and habits his current form has but that doesn’t stop him from licking your fur when he feels like you need to be clean. He’ll pick you up with his mouth, put you down on his counter and lick your fur. It’s quite cute since it’s much like a mama cat and her kitten

You’re his human child as well, hence why he is so close to you. The daughter whose birth was responsible for the love who killed his ability to love’s death. Whilst he lost his love, he gained a new one and since you did some shady things in your childhood, always linked to your father’s hand. You dropped into Hell with him when you were both shot to death

Husk won’t ever let you be around anything adult. So, that means he is much more harsh and strict with Angel Dust, demanding he acts child friendly whilst at his bar and gets into arguments with the spider sinner over you. You’re his sunshine, his limelight, his little angel. Husk won’t let anybody taint you… anymore than you already are

Husk is a bit more desperate to get back his Overlord powers since he can barely protect you in this realm, even if he is always around so he is trying to confront Alastor to break the contract. He needs to keep his babygirl safe at all causes

Husk likes to hold you in one of his arms whilst doing his bartending work with the other. Feeling his soft kitten sleeping on his chest and laying in his arm is such a comforting feeling, makes the tension blow away… it’s the only real comfort he gets in this shit sandwich of a demon life

Husk is amazing at playing with you, trust me. He is grumpy and calloused but he is actually very childish and has a vivid imagination that enables yours. He will keep you entertained and constantly learns new magic tricks to blow your cute little mind

Yes, Husk cannot stop himself from purring anytime he holds you. It’s a reflection of his joy when around you and whilst he dislikes the cat features, he can excuse the purring to focus on you

Husk has been working much later at his bar. Cleaning up bottles with his beloved little kitten, the little girl who was right there the entire time. Right next to him when Alastor first summoned Husk to the Hotel and right there when Husk became an Overlord then lost his identity to Alastor but he didn’t lose everything. He managed to keep you, Husk managed to convince the Radio Demon to let him take care of his own daughter

Husk silently stacks up the sparkling alcohol glasses, being quiet as possible. The only hearable noises are his paws shuffling on the ground, two sets of gentle breathing and light clinks of gorgeous clean glasses. Husk is staying quiet so his babygirl, Leitora, can sleep peacefully

As usual, you’ve been with him since the beginning of his shift and you’re here with him to the end of it

You’re much younger than most Sinners here. The youngest is eighteen… you’re eight. Having died so young and only at Hell because you mimicked your gambling and crime-filled father(you didn’t drink— fuck, you didn’t drink!). But Husk is so glad you’re here, he’d be suffering and entirely miserable if you were up in Heaven

He isn’t happy that you’re in the worst realm after your short life was taken away from you so abruptly and cruelly but he is also thankful that you’re okay and that you’re thriving in a area he can always overlook you

Eventually finishing up wiping down the front bar counter with a slightly damp soft cloth through those few more minutes of silent and steady working, the dark emptiness of the Hotel foyer looming over his head. Husk readjusts the way he holds you to his fluffy chest so you’re more comfortable. Ignoring how numb his forearm and hand feels, he just loves hugging you to him

It fills the void called his heart. He doesn’t have much luck with romance nor gambling but he has the best prize any man could ever want

You’re sweet, you’re precious, you’re very loving and attached to him, you’re such a nice little angel. You resemble Charlie Morningstar almost perfectly and you even have matching cat features to his. It ties the father-daughter dynamic you two share even more, making it stronger and making your bond stronger. Husk’s sharp golden yellow eyes switch inbetween hanging up the damp rag to air dry to your head laid on his shoulder, your small little face sleeping peacefully, your soft pretty eyes fluttered close

In a single blink, Husk is brought back into a livid memory. The moment resembles one he had when he was rocking a four year old you asleep on his chest, back when both of you were humans and he can’t help but feel his undead heart swell with pride and a overwhelming sense of joy at that memory

His life was quite shit, even on Earth but he had the single card of positivity in the deck of darkness, and that card is the little girl his longtime wife gave him whose ended up with him through all of eternity

As soon as he finished with this shift, the menacing darkness of the spacious room begins to linger even further but it doesn’t intimidate Husk in any fashion. He opens the employee-only entrance gate from the back-around column built into the back of the bar so he can get out. Taking his daughter with him, his glowing yellow eyes making a resemblance of a flashlight so he can lead himself through the Hotel’s extravagant hallways

Husk eventually, after a single elevator ride and a bit of rocking you in his arms so you don’t get jolted awake every time he steps in his relaxed pace, softly pushes open the door of the hotel room he shares with you and whilst he is quite tired, he prioritises your comfort and ability to sleep over his. Walking up to the cute child bed right besides his own casual big one, the colourful bed Charlie had made for you

Husk places you into the bed, drawing back the cute vibrant blankets then tucking the two layers of thick cool fabric so you’re cuddled up and comfy, the mere second he plops you onto the mattress and the pillow holding up your head. The soft purring coming out inbetween every breath sends waves of serotonin over the Hazbin Hotel bartender, enabling his own instinctive purring

Tucking his beloved child in is a familiar act Husk is quite accustom to; putting you to bed, getting you food, picking you up, playing with you, dressing you, making you smile and laugh at his magic tricks, making sure nobody will try feed you alcohol

Husk can’t help but admire his little kitten sleep for a bit longer, maybe a few seconds at most. Yeah, you’ve been with him all day, every day but he can never get tired of your presence. You’re his precious gemstone and his love for you far surpasses everything. Running a hand through your soft shorter fur, he eventually pulls away to let you rest on your own, you’ve been asleep for maybe two to three hours now and he wants you to get the needed amount undisturbed

Husk undoes his uniform, messy and too tired to even bother being tidy and sophisticated with his belongings, due to how shit this day has been, and flops onto his bed to immediately pass out. But he doesn’t do any of that before whispering out one more thing, certain that you won’t hear him and kissing your little forehead

He isn’t aware that you heard him, slightly waking up at the feel of his lips on your skin

“Goodnight, Kitten…”

[limbsmarriott]

A ray of sunshine and a thundercloud

~Fluff~

Mornings in our shared apartment always started the same way: with Arthur being insufferably cheerful and me regretting every single life choice that led to this moment.  

“Good morning, sunshine!” Arthur chirped as he practically danced into the kitchen, his ridiculous fuzzy socks sliding across the tile. “It’s a beautiful day! The birds are singing, the coffee’s fresh, and—”  

“Too loud,” I muttered, hunched over my steaming mug like a gremlin. “Too bright. Too you.”  

Arthur only grinned, completely undeterred by my suffering. He was always like this—obnoxiously happy in the mornings, like some overenthusiastic golden retriever in human form. And somehow, the universe had decided to curse me by making us roommates.  

Chris and George, our other roommates, shuffled in next, looking about as dead inside as I felt. Chris flopped onto a chair, grumbling something unintelligible, while George fumbled with the coffee pot like it was his last lifeline.  

Arthur, on the other hand, was already cracking eggs into a pan, humming some upbeat tune under his breath. The scent of butter filled the kitchen, and even though I wanted to be annoyed, my stomach betrayed me with a quiet grumble.  

“I made extra,” Arthur said, sliding a plate in front of me. “Since I know you forget to feed yourself like a proper human.”  

I glared at him over the rim of my coffee cup. “I do eat.”  

“Instant ramen and iced coffee don’t count as a balanced diet.”  

Chris made a noise of agreement, still half-asleep. George just nodded, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.  

I huffed but picked up my fork anyway. Arthur’s cooking was annoyingly good, and I wasn’t about to let my grumpiness stop me from eating.  

Arthur beamed, plopping into the chair across from me. “See? You do like me.”  

“I tolerate you,” I corrected.  

“Same thing.”  

I stabbed my eggs with a little more aggression than necessary. “You’re the worst.”  

“And yet,” Arthur said, resting his chin on his hand, “you haven’t moved out.”  

Chris snorted. George smirked. I scowled.  

Damn him and his sunshine.

Arthur was far too smug for someone who had just barely avoided getting stabbed with a fork. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and worse—he enjoyed it.  

I ignored him and focused on eating, hoping he’d get bored and turn his relentless positivity on someone else. Chris, maybe. Or the potted plant by the window. But Arthur wasn’t one to give up so easily.  

“You know,” he said, tapping his fork against his plate, “I read somewhere that people who act all grumpy and broody actually have the softest hearts.”  

I shot him a deadpan look. “You should read better books.”  

Chris let out a wheezy laugh, finally coming to life as his coffee kicked in. George just shook his head, muttering, “You’re really pushing your luck, Arthur.”  

Arthur gasped, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. “What? I’m just observing! I mean, think about it—Y/N pretends to hate everything, but she still eats the food I make, puts an extra blanket on the couch when I fall asleep there, and—”  

I slammed my fork down. “Don’t.”  

Arthur grinned. “—and she saved a spider last night instead of killing it.”  

Chris choked on his coffee. George looked at me like I’d betrayed everything I stood for. “You saved a spider?”  

I groaned. “I didn’t save it. I just… relocated it.”  

Arthur beamed, looking far too pleased with himself. “My point stands.”  

Chris wiped away a fake tear. “I never thought I’d see the day.”  

“I hate all of you,” I muttered, standing up and grabbing my plate to put in the sink. But just before I could turn away, Arthur reached out and plucked a crumb off my sweater.  

I froze.  

“You had something,” he said softly, his fingers barely brushing against me before he pulled away. It was nothing, just an absentminded gesture, but my brain short-circuited anyway.  

Arthur smiled, the kind of easy, genuine smile that could melt glaciers. “See? You don’t hate us that much.”  

I scowled, shoving my plate into the sink harder than necessary. “You are the worst.”  

Arthur only laughed, the sound warm and bright. “And yet,” he teased, eyes glinting, “you’re still here.”  

Damn him.

For the rest of the morning, I did my best to ignore Arthur and his relentless cheerfulness. Unfortunately, Arthur had made it his life’s mission to be impossible to ignore.  

By the time we had all finished eating and migrated into the living room, he was already plotting his next attack. Chris had sprawled across the couch with his phone, George had claimed the armchair like a king on his throne, and I was about to retreat to my room when Arthur suddenly gasped.  

“Oh, no,” he said, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded.  

I froze. “What.”  

“I just realised,” he continued dramatically, flopping onto the couch beside me, “you haven’t smiled today.”  

Chris snorted. “Dude, she doesn’t smile any day.”  

“That’s not true,” Arthur countered. “I’ve seen it. It’s rare, like a solar eclipse, but it happens.” He turned to me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.”  

I stared at him. “No, you won’t.”  

Arthur grinned. “Oh, I absolutely will.”  

Before I could escape, he poked my cheek.  

I slapped his hand away. “What are you, a five-year-old?”  

Arthur ignored the insult and just kept going—lightly poking my arm, my shoulder, my side—until I was practically vibrating with irritation.  

Chris was wheezing. George watched like this was the most entertainment he’d had all week.  

“Arthur,” I warned.  

“Yes?” he said, still grinning.  

“Stop.”  

“Nope.”  

And then—before I could react—he tickled my side.  

A noise escaped me that I refused to acknowledge as a laugh.  

Chris straight-up fell off the couch. George covered his mouth like he’d witnessed something sacred.  

Arthur gasped, looking utterly triumphant. “Was that a giggle?!”  

I smacked his arm. “No, it wasn’t.”  

“Oh my God.” Arthur clutched his heart. “You’re capable of joy.”  

I was going to kill him. Right here. Right now.  

Chris, still half on the floor, gasped through his laughter. “Do it again!”  

Arthur made a move to try, but I launched myself off the couch before he could, retreating behind the armchair like it was a fortress. “I swear, if you come near me, I will throw you out the window.”  

Arthur just grinned, resting his chin in his hand like he had won something. “Worth it.”  

Chris was still laughing. George just shook his head, amused. “Man,” he said, sipping his coffee, “you two are ridiculous.”  

I glared at Arthur, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up my neck. “I hate you.”  

Arthur winked. “And yet,” he said, smug as hell, “you’re still here.”  

Damn him.

For the rest of the day, Arthur looked way too pleased with himself. Every time I so much as glanced in his direction, he’d flash me that smug, stupid grin—like he had unlocked some great secret about me.  

I ignored him. Or at least, I tried to.  

By the time evening rolled around, Chris and George had ordered takeout, and we were all spread across the living room, eating straight from the containers like the functional adults we definitely weren’t.  

Arthur, still riding the high of his so-called victory, was humming to himself as he twirled noodles around his chopsticks. It was maddening.  

I pointed at him with my fork. “If you don’t stop smiling at me like that, I will personally end your entire existence.”  

Arthur grinned wider. “I knew it. You did giggle earlier.”  

Chris cackled. “Bro, just admit it, she loves you.”  

I shot him a murderous glare. “I do not.”  

Arthur gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “Ouch. Right in the heart.”  

“You don’t have a heart,” I muttered. “Just an endless supply of obnoxious energy.”  

Arthur, still grinning, rested his chin in his hand. “Well, if I did have a heart, you’d be my favourite grump in it.”  

Chris choked on his food. George raised a brow. I? I wanted to die.  

Heat prickled up my neck, but I refused to let him win. I took a slow, deliberate bite of my food, keeping my expression blank. “I hope your pillow is warm on both sides tonight.”  

Arthur gasped. “Take that back.”  

“No.”  

Chris was practically on the floor laughing. “You guys are so weird. Just get married already.”  

I threw a napkin at his face.  

Arthur, ever the menace, just smiled wider. “Aw,” he teased. “You like me.”  

I huffed, crossing my arms. “I tolerate you.”  

Arthur winked. “And yet—”  

“If you say ‘you’re still here’ one more time, I will throw you out the window.”  

Arthur laughed, golden and warm, and for some infuriating reason, I didn’t actually hate the sound of it.

The next few days passed in a blur of shared moments and quiet, increasingly complicated interactions. Arthur was still his usual, annoyingly sunny self, and I was still… well, me. Grumpy. Cynical. Determined to keep my walls up. But there was a shift, subtle at first.  

It started one evening when Chris and George were out, and it was just the two of us in the apartment. I was curled up on the couch, half-watching a movie, half-sulking about the stress of the week. I didn’t expect Arthur to be in my space, not tonight.  

But he was.  

“Hey,” Arthur said, his voice gentle but still full of that irritating cheer. “I made you some tea.”  

I blinked at him, caught off guard by the simple act. I hadn’t asked for anything. He didn’t need to do that.  

“You don’t have to,” I muttered, not wanting to admit I was touched by the gesture.  

He smiled, like he’d already seen through me. “I know. But I thought you might like it.” He handed me the mug, warm steam rising from it. “It’s chamomile. It’s good for grumps like you.”  

I rolled my eyes but took the mug anyway. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made me tea without asking for anything in return, especially not Arthur. He wasn’t that type. He had his own motives, didn’t he?  

“Thanks,” I said, my voice a little quieter than usual.  

Arthur didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he perched on the armrest of the couch, the space between us charged with something I couldn’t quite name. “You know,” he started, voice casual, “you don’t always have to be mad at the world.”  

I snorted. “And you don’t always have to be happy about it, either.”  

Arthur chuckled, his warmth radiating toward me. “I guess you’re right. But I like to think of it this way—if I’m the only one willing to smile, maybe I can get you to crack eventually.”  

“Not happening,” I said, lifting the mug to my lips.  

Arthur’s gaze softened, but I didn’t see it. I was too busy pretending that I wasn’t aware of how close he was. How the scent of his shampoo—the fresh, citrusy smell—kept drifting over, making it hard to concentrate.  

For a long moment, he just sat there, watching me drink. It felt strange. The air was a little too still, like we were both waiting for something to break. I couldn’t figure out what, but my chest tightened, and I didn’t know whether it was from irritation or something else entirely.  

Arthur cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You don’t have to be alone, you know.”  

I froze.  

It was such a quiet statement, so simple and without the usual teasing or humour that Arthur wrapped himself in. And somehow, it made everything feel too real.  

“I’m not alone,” I said quickly, a little too sharply. “I’m fine.”  

“Are you?” Arthur asked, his voice low now, a touch of vulnerability slipping through the cracks.  

I didn’t respond right away. I couldn’t. His words lingered in the air, and the space between us suddenly felt too small. Too intimate.  

“I know it’s hard,” he added, quieter now. “But you don’t have to carry it all by yourself. Not anymore.”  

I turned my head sharply, meeting his eyes for the first time in a long while. His gaze was softer than I expected, more earnest, and for a fleeting moment, I felt the weight of something I didn’t understand—but wanted to.  

I swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”  

Arthur didn’t push. He just nodded, taking a slow breath and sitting back a little, as if giving me the space I needed.  

But there was something in his eyes that stayed with me long after he returned to his usual cheerful self. Something that hinted at a patience, a quiet understanding, I hadn’t been prepared for.  

The next few days were much like before. Arthur still smiled too much, and I still grumbled at everything. But now… now, there was this quiet undercurrent between us. It wasn’t much. A brush of fingers when we passed by. A shared look when something happened that only the two of us understood. And, most surprisingly, a part of me that started to soften—not because I wanted to, but because it felt right.  

It wasn’t love yet. At least, I didn’t think so.  

But as I found myself catching his gaze more often, as I started to notice little things—the way his smile reached his eyes when he saw me, how he made sure I had enough blankets when I fell asleep on the couch, how he always checked in when he thought I was having a bad day—I realised I was no longer so sure of my own defences.  

One evening, as we sat on the couch watching a movie—something ridiculously cheesy that I’d never admit to enjoying—Arthur, once again, leaned close.  

"Hey," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper against the background noise. "Thanks for being here. Even when you're being all grumpy."  

I felt a warmth bloom in my chest, an unexpected feeling I couldn’t name. "You're impossible," I muttered, but it lacked the usual bite.  

Arthur just smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe."  

And, just for a moment, I let myself feel it—the soft, slow pull toward him that I had been resisting.  

Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t have to do everything alone.  

And maybe, just maybe, I didn’t mind him being around as much as I pretended.  

But I wasn’t ready to admit that yet. Not out loud.  

For now, I just took a deep breath and let it happen, because sometimes, the best things in life didn’t need to be rushed.

The days blurred into each other, marked by small, seemingly insignificant moments that, in hindsight, seemed to form the foundation of something I didn’t quite understand yet. Arthur’s persistent cheerfulness continued, but I found myself no longer bothered by it. Instead, it was almost... comforting. Like a steady rhythm in the background of my chaotic world.  

It happened one rainy afternoon when I had retreated to my room, curling up with a book and a blanket. I didn’t particularly feel like talking to anyone, but when I heard a knock at the door, I knew it was Arthur before he even spoke.  

“Hey,” he called through the door, his voice laced with that familiar warmth. “You good in there?”  

I hesitated, torn between my desire to be left alone and the quiet longing I didn’t want to acknowledge. I could have ignored him, but the thought of Arthur on the other side, just wanting to make sure I was okay, stopped me.  

“Yeah,” I replied, my voice rough from being holed up alone all afternoon. “Just reading.”  

There was a soft chuckle from the other side of the door. “I know you’re grumpy, but you should get some air. It’s nice outside.”  

I narrowed my eyes, looking out the window at the grey, drizzly sky. “Nice?”  

Arthur didn’t respond right away, but I heard the faint sound of his footsteps moving closer. And then, to my surprise, the door creaked open, revealing him standing there, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.  

“I meant the weather for you,” he said with a wink. “I was going to bring you some tea, but I guess you already have that covered.”  

I didn’t know how to respond. I knew what he was doing—trying to coax me out of my mood again, trying to get me to stop being so closed off. The thing was, it was working, and that frustrated me.  

“I don’t need fresh air,” I muttered, glancing back at the book in my hands. It felt like the easiest way to avoid looking at him.  

But then Arthur did something unexpected. He sat down on the edge of the bed, not too close, but close enough that I could feel his presence. It was a strange thing—having someone be there, without expectation. I wasn’t used to it.  

“You know,” he started, his voice a little quieter now, “you don’t always have to push people away.”  

I stiffened. “I’m not pushing anyone away.”  

“You are,” he replied gently. “You think I don’t see it?”  

I wanted to argue, to tell him that he didn’t know anything about me, about how I’d learned to be alone because people always let you down. But I didn’t. The words were stuck in my throat.  

“I don’t want to push you away,” I said, almost too softly for him to hear.  

Arthur didn’t say anything at first, but there was a shift in the air, a soft tension that wasn’t uncomfortable, just… real. He didn’t push me for more than that, though. He simply sat there, as if he understood the fragile line I was walking.  

And then, without warning, he stood up and walked to the window, his back to me. “The rain’s kind of nice, though. Makes everything feel like it’s slowing down.”  

I couldn’t help it. I followed his gaze to the drizzling rain outside, the soft rhythm of it hitting the windowsill. There was something peaceful about it, something quiet in the way the world seemed to hold its breath.  

I didn’t know what made me say it, but it slipped out before I could stop myself. “You’re right. It’s… calming.”  

Arthur turned back to me, his eyes soft. “See? You don’t always have to be the storm. Sometimes it’s okay to just… let yourself be still.”  

There it was again. That quiet kindness in his words, that gentle understanding I wasn’t used to. I wanted to brush it off, to tell him to stop trying to fix me, but something inside me resisted. I didn’t want to be fixed. I just… wanted someone to see me.  

And Arthur, annoyingly enough, did.  

“I’m not good at that,” I said, almost like an apology. “Being still.”  

He smiled at me, the kind of smile that made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t explain. “It takes practice,” he said simply. “But you don’t have to do it alone.”  

The room felt heavy for a moment, thick with all the things left unsaid. I wanted to say something back, something that would push him away and protect the walls I’d built for so long. But I couldn’t.  

Instead, I just nodded, my eyes meeting his for a second too long. I quickly looked away, uncomfortable with how vulnerable the moment felt.  

Arthur didn’t press me. Instead, he reached for his phone from the bedside table and held it up with that same mischievous grin I’d come to recognise.  

“Alright,” he said, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “Movie night. You can pick this time. And no grumbling about it.”  

I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to pick? You’re asking the wrong person.”  

“I know,” he said, sitting back down on the bed, an unbothered smile on his face. “But I trust you to pick something terrible and watch it with me.”  

I scoffed, but there was no heat behind it. “You’re impossible.”  

“And yet,” Arthur said, his tone teasing, “you’re still here.”  

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. There was something in the way he said it, the way he knew it—he knew I was staying.  

Maybe I wasn’t ready to admit it, but slowly, piece by piece, I was starting to understand that the walls I’d built so carefully were crumbling, one quiet moment at a time. And, despite myself, I wasn’t as angry about it as I thought I would be.  

Maybe—just maybe—I didn’t mind Arthur’s constant presence as much as I’d thought.  

But I wasn’t about to say it out loud just yet.  

So, instead, I picked a movie. And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to be still, sitting beside him on the couch, letting the quiet moments stretch between us like a slow burn I wasn’t sure I was ready for. But, maybe, just maybe, I wanted to be.

The days that followed seemed to stretch on in a haze of quiet moments, soft smiles, and the constant hum of unspoken tension between Arthur and me. I could feel it now—the shift, the subtle tug that pulled me toward him. It was like an invisible thread, winding tighter each time he smiled, each time he looked at me like I was something worth caring about.  

But I was still trying to hold myself back. I wasn’t ready to give in to whatever this was. To feel the weight of something I wasn’t sure I could handle. But the more time we spent together, the harder it became to resist.  

One evening, after a particularly long day, the apartment was quiet. George and Chris had gone out again, leaving Arthur and me alone. It wasn’t unusual. The others had been in and out for hours, and I’d found myself sinking into the couch beside Arthur without even realising how much time had passed.  

We were watching something ridiculous—one of those awful rom-coms where the characters were just too perfect, too full of unrealistic optimism. The kind that always made me roll my eyes.  

But tonight, I wasn’t rolling my eyes. I was staring at the screen, yes, but I was also aware of Arthur sitting next to me. His arm was pressed against mine, so close I could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of our shirts.  

“I can’t believe you’re still watching this,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though it came out quieter than I intended.  

Arthur grinned, his gaze flickering from the screen to me. “I don’t mind it.”  

“Of course you don’t.” I snorted, nudging him with my elbow. “You’re way too easy to please.”  

His eyes softened, a subtle shift in his expression, the kind of thing most people wouldn’t notice. But I did. And for a split second, everything else faded—the movie, the apartment, even the world outside. All that was left was the quiet hum of his presence, and the way he was looking at me.  

Arthur didn’t respond right away. Instead, he shifted closer, his knee brushing against mine. The contact was electric, making the space between us feel impossibly small. I could feel his breath against my cheek now, could smell that same citrus scent I’d grown strangely fond of.  

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant.  

I turned my head slightly, my breath catching in my throat. He was so close now, too close for comfort. His eyes locked on mine, a glint of something in them that I didn’t quite understand, but I felt it in my chest.  

For a moment, everything seemed to still. The silence in the room deepened, and I could hear the soft beat of my own heart. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pull away or lean in. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to pull back and keep my distance. But another part of me—the part that had been holding itself together with nothing but stubbornness—was ready to let go.  

Arthur’s hand, almost tentatively, brushed against mine. It was a simple touch, but it felt like everything. His fingers slid against mine, the contact gentle but firm, like he was asking for permission in the softest way possible.  

My breath caught, and I swore I could feel the moment shift. There was no going back.  

“Arthur…” I whispered, but the word felt like it came from somewhere far away.  

His gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips. I could feel the tension between us building, a magnet pulling us together, inch by inch.  

And then…  

“Guys, we’re back!”  

Chris’s voice—loud, unmistakable, and completely timing it perfectly—broke the bubble between us.  

Arthur jumped back like I’d burned him. I nearly stumbled off the couch, heart hammering in my chest. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, the overwhelming sense of what could have been that I had to push away as quickly as possible.  

“Seriously?” I muttered, both relieved and frustrated beyond belief.  

Chris and George appeared in the doorway, grinning like they knew exactly what had been going on.  

“Didn’t think we’d be interrupting a moment, but I guess we did,” Chris said, his voice laced with mischief.  

I shot him a glare that could’ve melted ice, but George only shrugged, oblivious. “Hey, we’re just here to ruin everything. It’s a talent.”  

Arthur, ever the good sport, just chuckled awkwardly, shifting on the couch. “Yeah, um, just… wasn’t what it looked like.” His voice was too high, a little too eager to convince everyone—himself included—that nothing had happened.  

But I knew it had. I could feel the weight of it in the air, that strange, unsaid thing that had almost shifted between us.  

“Sure, sure,” Chris said, dropping his bag on the floor and flopping onto the couch. “Whatever you say, man.” He wiggled his eyebrows at us both. “Anyway, you guys got any snacks? I’m starving.”  

Arthur’s eyes flickered to me quickly, an apologetic look that I couldn’t quite decipher. And though I wanted to be annoyed—wanted to be really annoyed—I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips.  

I took a deep breath, pushing the confusing rush of emotions away. “I’m not making snacks for you,” I said, standing up from the couch. “You’re on your own, pal.”  

Arthur stood as well, following me to the kitchen. “You’re seriously not going to make us snacks?”  

“Maybe not you,” I muttered, more to myself than to him, as I reached for the chips.  

Arthur’s smile softened, a glint of something warmer in his eyes. “That’s fair,” he said with a grin. “But maybe I’ll let you make it up to me later.”  

I glanced at him over my shoulder, my heart thudding unexpectedly. “Yeah, maybe you will.”  

We stood in that quiet kitchen for a moment longer than necessary, both of us avoiding the words that were just on the tip of our tongues. The kiss that was still hanging in the air, unspoken and unfinished.  

But for now, the only sound was the crunch of chips, the hum of the fridge, and the overwhelming feeling that this—whatever this was—was far from over. And maybe, just maybe, it was only just beginning.  

The weeks that followed were a blur of quiet moments and lingering tension, the kind that wrapped itself around us in the most unexpected ways. Arthur’s relentless optimism still had the power to both annoy and soothe me in equal measure, but something else had started to shift between us. There were no grand declarations, no sudden bursts of confessions—just slow, steady changes that built up until I could feel them in my bones.

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened. Maybe it was the way Arthur had started leaving small notes for me to find—silly little things like "You’ve got this" or "You’re more than just grumpy." Or maybe it was the way we began to share moments that weren’t about being together as friends or roommates anymore. Late nights, just the two of us, watching movies with our legs tangled on the couch, our arms brushing as we reached for the same popcorn bowl.

We’d stopped hiding behind our walls, both of us letting the other in without really acknowledging it. But I couldn’t ignore the way his touch felt different now—the way his smile lingered longer, the way his gaze would drop to my lips, just for a split second, before he looked away.

But we never said anything. We never addressed it directly. At least, not until that night.

It was late, and the apartment was quiet. Chris and George had gone to bed early for once, leaving Arthur and me alone in the living room. I was on the couch, a book in my hands, but my attention was entirely on Arthur. He was sitting at the window, staring out at the city lights, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the streetlights.

“I was thinking about something,” Arthur said quietly, his voice barely breaking the silence. 

I glanced over, frowning. “What?”

He didn’t turn to look at me, but I could feel his attention on me. “About how long we’ve been doing this.”

“Doing what?” I asked, though I had a sinking feeling I knew exactly what he meant.

“You know… this. Us. This… thing.” He finally turned to look at me, his gaze soft but intense. “It’s been… nice, hasn’t it?”

I was silent for a moment, heart thudding. “I guess it has.”

“Yeah. It has,” he agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But I think… maybe it’s time to stop pretending we don’t know what’s been happening.”

I swallowed, suddenly unable to form words. I was too aware of how close we were, how the air between us had thickened in a way I wasn’t sure how to navigate. There was so much I wanted to say, but I didn’t know how. So instead, I just nodded.

Arthur stood, slowly, his movements deliberate. He crossed the room in quiet steps, and my heart beat a little faster the closer he got. When he reached me, he didn’t sit right away. Instead, he paused, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. The tension between us was unbearable, but it was also… right. It had been building for so long, the moment had finally come.

“You’re not what I expected,” Arthur said softly, his voice a little breathless. “You’re harder to read than I thought.”

“I’m not that complicated,” I said, though I could feel the words catch in my throat. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

“No,” he said with a soft chuckle, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was delicate, his fingers grazing my skin like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’re a little more complicated than that.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and for the first time, the distance between us felt intimate—like I could feel every beat of his heart, every breath that hung between us.

I wasn’t sure who moved first. Maybe it was me, leaning up just slightly. Or maybe it was Arthur, taking that final step forward, closing the gap between us. All I knew was that, in the span of a breath, his lips were on mine, and everything else faded away.  

The kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if we were both testing the waters, unsure of what we’d find. But the moment his lips met mine, something inside me snapped. A flood of emotions I had been holding back crashed through me—everything from frustration to longing to relief. He was warm, and his lips were gentle but firm, as if he had been waiting for this moment too. I could feel his pulse under my fingertips as my hand found its way to his shirt, my grip tightening just slightly.

Arthur let out a soft sigh against my lips, and that was all it took. The kiss deepened, slow and searching, as if we were both finally allowing ourselves to feel everything we had been keeping locked away. The quiet moments, the touches, the almosts—they had all led up to this, and it was more than I could have ever imagined.

We pulled away slowly, both of us breathless. I could feel my heart racing, a rush of emotions flooding my chest.

“I think I’ve been waiting for that,” Arthur said quietly, his forehead resting against mine.  

I didn’t say anything at first. I didn’t need to. The answer was in the way I felt the warmth of his hand still on my cheek, in the way my heart had finally found a rhythm in sync with his. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually… do it,” I said, my voice a little shaky, though there was a soft smile on my lips. 

Arthur chuckled, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. “I think you were waiting for me to, too.”

I shook my head, but there was a quiet happiness in my chest, something that felt like hope. 

“Yeah,” I admitted, voice soft. “Maybe I was.”

Arthur grinned, leaning in again. “Good. Because I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

And just like that, everything felt a little less complicated. The walls I’d built up around myself, the doubts and fears that had kept me closed off for so long—suddenly, they didn’t seem so insurmountable anymore. 

I didn’t have to be perfect. I didn’t have to have everything figured out. With Arthur, I could just be—and that was more than enough.

And as we leaned in for another kiss, I realised that, for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid to let myself feel everything that was between us.

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I loved writing this I won’t lie. I think I might do another Arthur one in the future!

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[loveforeren]

Miguel had just got back from a mission. He was tired, worn out, and grumpy. He needed his energy recharged. Just as he thought that he saw you sitting there as always. He saw his pretty girlfriend in her spider suit it hugged her body in all the right places and it made his cock twitch seeing you move and your tits bounce slightly. You were practically begging for his cock in his head.

"That's it, pretty girl. So pretty~ Look at you taking my cock so sweetly." Miguel whispered gently in your ear.

You were lost in the moment words of endearment fell from your mouth. The pleasure and the feeling of him stretching you out was too much to bare. Why was he so big. You could never get used to it no matter how many times you took him.

"Miguel- Oh God- Right there please" You spewed out shamelessly and full neediness between your moans.

His hand was on your waist tightly as your back arched. When you heard something or rather someone makes a noise. You feel Miguel's movements come to a halt, and you open your eyes. There stood Lyla with her hands behind her back, and a awkward smile.

"Mr.Boss man sorry to interpret your..fun time but there is an anomaly." She says while averting her gaze to save your last little bit of dignity.

You watch as Miguel's face turns into his usual scowl with his eyebrows knitting together, his mouth curving down into a frown, and his eyes narrowing slightly. Then you feel him slowly and carefully pull himself out of you and kiss your head.

"We'll continue this later." He said as you watched his suit cover his now soft dick.

You watch as he walks to his office quietly murmuring complaints and insults about his workplace in Spanish. You heard Lyla making jokes about how his mood changed so quickly and poking fun at him as usual. You knew he'd be even more pissed when he got back. And you knew just how to let him blow off some steam.

I got bored tbh I haven't written anything about Miguel so this is just for shits and giggles. If you have anything you want me to write js let me know and I'll try but yk like it's said I haven't written about Miguel a lot.

☆Masterlist ☆

[danineedshelp]

Mr Grumpy is ticklish?

Heads up: I know for a fact you guys will like this....I think

Context: The God's have spoken (lol) it's time husk got that gross ass look off his face [jk] Angel wants to mess with the good ol bartender but things start to get messy when the cat doesn't answer the spider

Warning: includes tickling and some cussing (NSFW DNI)

A whole normal new day in hell or is it,As the spider walks down the hall he thinks about what he should do for the day I mean it's not like Val is gonna call em today he's off so ya for him! Okay Angel really did need to get his mind straight what the hell was he gonna do today?

He couldn't go talk to Al he was off in his own world, Charlie and Vaggie were on another date and Husk...wait husk wasn't doing anything right now actually he was still at the bar

"So go talk to husk?" Angel went in deep thought for sec or which what he thought was a sec which wasn't because it took more than a minute ,so if you would look at him he'd look like he was dead inside

"Okay go talk to husky....Oh wait shit where is he!?" Apparently husk went somewhere else when angel was thinking "Oh great..now I have to look for him." So as the spider did searching for the kitten who'd gone loose

Didn't take long to find him he was in his room with an unlocked door "Oh Husky~" Angel acting all flirterish usually catches the cat's attention but apparently today was different "Husk?" Angel stepped closer to the cat laying on his stomach "Hey baby you alive?" yes the cat was awake and living but still he didn't answer "Hey!" Angel got on to husk's back "Dont ignore your favorite spider~" That got husk attention.

He flinched a little before trying to turn over to look at angeldust "Oh so now you wanna look at me what's with you ,are you okay?" Husk ignored him again and just layed his head back on his pillow. Angel became a little frustrated while puffing up his cheek "Hey I just said don't ignore me and get the grumpy look of you face!" Angeldust then began fastly poking husk's sides out of frustration .

Husk was not expecting that he actually was so surprised he accidentally squeaked and started giggling "Why are you laughing?Nothing's funny" Angel started moving his fingers up and down the laughing man's sides "Unless.....your ticklish *gasp* you ticklish husky?

"Cause if you are I'm never letting you live up to this!" Husk's laughter went up an octave just because of that little bitty tease. Angel started going under the the kitten's stomach which tickled more to husk than he thought it would "Hahahahaangel donhahahnt you dare!" Angel chuckled evilly "don't I dare do what...This?" Angel fully put his fingers below and started scribbling rapidly on the base of Husk's stomach

"EEEHAHAAHAANGELNOHOHOSTOP!"___"Aww why does it tickle? Angel already knew the answer to that question he just wanted to spice up a little with a small tease! Angel then flipped the poor kitty over and stopped tickling him for a moment "Awww you should see your face its so adorable looking!"

The panting cat looked at the evil spider with a wobbly smile hoping his torture was over[SPOILER: it wasn't] Angel giggled "This will be for ignoring me!" Husk was about to answer him until he felt angel's mouth make the raspberry noise on his weak stomach

And when I tell you i'm pretty sure all of hell heard the ginormous giggly squeal Husk made I'm not lieing .Husk went into huge hysterics and started squirming violently trying his best to escape the tickle monster that was above him right now (it didn't work)

Angel just chuckled and kept blowing multiple raspberries into husk's stomach before he completely stopped which felt like ages to husker "Damn you okay?" Angel was a bit concerned for his victim unfortunately husk couldn't answer due to how broken he was

Angel pet husk's head to comfort him "I'll come back later to tickle yuh more you cutie" Angel then stood up gave the kitten a little kiss on the forehead and left the still gigging kitten to rest.

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Hope you guys enjoyed reading! I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE IM BORED AS FUCK

P.S I'll probably add more later (but that's a surprise)

[pleasured-ambrosia]

hi!! could you do a drabble of miguel protecting fem!reader from an ex or something like that? also i love your work !!

((Might get put on Ao3. Have not decided. College is hard. This was also written to be like pre-ASTV, back when Miguel wasn’t so sad and grumpy.))

The sound of your back popping breaks the long silence in Miguel’s office, your arms stretching to the ceiling as you let out a yawn. You had begun the long process of cataloging the many anomalies faced by fellow Spider-People that morning. However, even as the little clock at the bottom of your laptop screen flashes the late hour of the night, your stack of encounters is still tall enough to wobble at the slightest bump against your desk. The reports—if one could even call them that—are a mix of typed and written sheets of paper, as well as the stray napkin blobbed with ketchup or more mysterious substances.

Although it had been your idea to keep a database of anomaly encounters, you couldn’t have predicted that Spider-People had such . . . diverse forms of keeping track of their adventures.

A mug appears in your peripheral, breaking you from your thoughts. Your eyes follow the large hand wrapped around its handle, landing on the vague shape of Miguel O’Hara’s face, lit only by the orange hues of his computers. At one point, he had offered to teach you how to use them, but the process only put off your project’s completion further.

“I’m just taking a break,” you half-defend, half-yawn.

“Nah,” replies Miguel, nudging the mug closer to you. “You’re done for the night. Get some sleep.”

You sipped from the mug, letting the taste of herbal tea drown out your complaints. Your eyes take in Miguel’s form, noting that his usual blue and red suit was replaced with a gray jogging suit better-suited for your dimension than his. “No patrolling tonight?”

“I will after I take you home.”

You raise a brow with a small grin. “I can work a portal just fine, you know.”

“It’s not that.” Miguel’s stance shifts as he shoves his large hands into his pockets. “I just want to make sure you get home safe.”

Your grin widens. “So I can’t take care of myself, is that it?”

Miguel lets out a frustrated noise from the back of his throat. “No, I didn’t mean it like that . . . Por Dios, I just mean—“

“Miguel, relax. I’m messing with you. Walk me home if you want, but I have to stop by the store on the way home. Sound good?”

“As long as it’s quick.” Yet Miguel didn’t seem to mean it, watching as you pack up your laptop and roll up its charging cable. The two of you look almost normal standing in Miguel’s office, with him dressed in sweats and you opting out of your Spider-ensemble for an oversized sweater and a pair of jeans. You sling your laptop bag over your shoulder, imagining what it would be like for Miguel to walk you to a train or a bus rather than busting out a portal. You could probably make a decent living off data entry, but what would Miguel do? Maybe he would be a scientist, and despite working in two different departments, maybe he would become your friend.

“What’re you thinking about?” Miguel asks. He taps a button on his watch (which he would insist is, in fact, way cooler than a watch.) A portal of geometric shapes in red, orange, and yellow opens in the middle of Miguel’s lab, swirling with anticipation.

The vision of Miguel in a white coat and a button-up makes you snort. “Nothing.”

Before Miguel can press further, you grab his forearm and drag him through the portal.

Miguel has more practice at inter-dimensional than you, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that he remained calm as the portal thrusted the two of you through time and space. You, however, are less professional, waving your arms and resisting the urge to scream as your stomach turns into knots.

Landing on his feet, Miguel catches you before you can face plant onto the pavement of Earth-575, otherwise known as home. Your face burns with embarrassment as it hits the center of his chest and your arms wrap around Miguel’s middle. He’s warm, you think. And soft!

It was obvious to everyone in the Spider-Society that Miguel was in great shape. After all, most of the Spider training regiments had come from some of his own workouts. The man could probably rearrange your apartment without breaking a sweat, which was why it came as such a shock that despite Miguel’s muscles, you feel ready to snuggle into him like a pillow.

“You should really work on sticking that landing.”

You push Miguel away to glare up at his smug face. “You’ll get humbled real fast when I knock your ass to the ground.”

At that, Miguel roars with laughter. “I’d like to see you try.”

You huff, spinning around to take a look at the nearest street sign. The nearest convenience store is only two blocks away, making your apartment only an extra two. “Let’s move it, O’Hara. If you’re nice, I’ll buy you a snack.”

Although Miguel could very well buy his own snacks, he follows you anyways, taking extra care to shorten his strides so that he can walk by your side. Most of the residents of your city are tucked in bed by now, although a handful of lights accompany the sporadic streetlights. Besides the occasional rat or partygoer, you and Miguel are the only ones still out.

“Did you think the college kids were going to kidnap me in the middle of the night?” you tease.

“Absolutely,” Miguel deadpans. “They’d lock you in the basement of their frat house, and you’d starve because they haven’t gone grocery shopping since the semester started.”

“Is that what you did in college? Lure people into your frat house of doom?”

“Absolutely not.” Miguel beams with pride, his chest puffing out. “I was on the quiz bowl team.”

Your cackles bounce off the tall buildings lining the streets. Tears spring from the corners of your eyes as you clutch your stomach to keep it from aching. You can picture it now: a scrawny, awkward Miguel with thick glasses frantically consulting his team for the championship-winning answer.

“And when did you become all of this?” you ask, gesturing at Miguel.

He ponders this for a moment. “I didn’t become Spider-Man until I joined Alchemax, but I guess I branched out a little more towards the end of undergrad. Got more into working out, making connections.”

You turn around a corner, finding the entrance to a small convenience store. A small bell rings as you pull open the door, Miguel propping his arm over your head so that you can enter first.

“I’ll just be a second,” you assure him.

“One,” Miguel starts.

“Real mature, O’Hara.”

“Two.”

“Seriously, I’m going to web your mouth shut.”

“Three.”

“I swear to God—“

“Four—“

You make a beeline for the coolers towards the back, tuning out Miguel’s chuckling. By the time you pick out a half-gallon of milk, he’s perusing the long aisles of chips. You never really stopped to ask what kind of brands and flavors Miguel has in his dimension. They banned cigarettes and absurdly large sodas at gas stations, but that was all you heard. You make a mental note to ask, maybe even to buy Miguel something new to try.

You load up on a mishmash of items that hardly pass for a late-night dinner, filling your arms with small plastic bowls of cereal, styrofoam cups of ramen, and an overpriced bag of beef jerky. It’s not until you start weighing the pros and cons of ice cream over chocolate that you notice him.

His hair is longer than when you saw him last, curling around his ears in dark tufts. His guitar case is slung over his shoulder, and judging by the heavy eyeshadow and leather pants, he must’ve had a gig earlier.

You decide to skip grabbing something sweet, spinning around to make a beeline for the cashier when he calls out your name.

Shit.

You turn around slowly, heart hammering in your throat. It takes everything in you to force a smile. “Kasey, hey.”

“Long time no see. Haven’t seen you at The Clover lately.”

“Oh, you know,” you’re thankful that the bundle of snacks in your arms gives you something to hold, “just been busy. Haven’t had time to go out.”

You used to rehearse this moment in the bathroom. You had a whole script where you laid everything out on the table—gave Kasey the verbal beat down he deserved. Yet as you stand across from him, the words won’t come out. Is it my Spidey-sense? you wonder, but this feels different. Your Spidey-sense always led you to action. Whatever this was . . . it was paralyzing.

“I tried texting you,” Kasey continues.

I changed my number, you want to say.

“I haven’t been checking my messages lately.” Your voice cracks at the end, and you can tell Kasey noticed. Kasey always noticed.

“We should grab a drink, then. I actually just finished up tonight if you want to—“

“Are you ready to go?”

A large arm wraps around the small of your back and pulls you close, prompting a small oomf. You tilt your head back to look at Miguel. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m ready.”

Kasey says your name again and smiles, sending a shiver down your spine. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Miguel smiles down at Kasey, who barely reaches his chest. The expression looks more like a test than one out of sincerity. “I’m Miguel, and you are interrupting our date.”

Before you can reply, Miguel steers you to the cashier. He sets a bag of chips you didn’t even realize he was holding onto the counter and waits for you to do the same. You reach for your wallet, but Miguel’s faster, handing the cashier a twenty and not bothering to wait for the change as he takes the plastic grocery bags. As he escorts you out of the convenience store, you catch one last glimpse of Kasey’s slack-jawed face.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” you moan halfway down the block.

“I have paid for your snacks plenty of times.”

“No, not that. You shut him up just like that!” You snap your fingers for emphasis. “And you said we were on a date. And you put your arm around me!”

“It was the first thing that came to mind!” argues Miguel. “I didn’t need your Spider-sense—“

“Spidey-sense.”

“Lo que sea—to tell that you needed a little help.”

A beat of silence passes.

“Some great hero I am,” you grumble. “Can’t even handle an ex-boyfriend on my own.”

“We all have people that get under our skin. And sometimes no matter how hard we try to get them out, we can’t.”

Miguel’s gaze focuses on the street ahead, his face contemplative.

“You know, a convenience store would be a pretty lame first date.”

Miguel shrugs. “Well, if you’re going to be so ungrateful, I guess I’ll just eat all of this junk food myself.”

You did not tease Miguel for the rest of the night.

[tinydefector]

Horns and spiders

Prowl x human

Word count: 1k

Warnings, metion of bugs, spiders and licking car lights.

Small little thing from the last thing I posted so enjoy some stuff that is causal within a human and cybertronian relationship.

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Soft humming comes from the human laid against Prowl's chassis with a collection of pillows and blankets, fingers tap and dance along the plating of Prowl's chest. "Why are your boobs so big?" They call out in amusement, face pressed into their pillow as they slowly dance across the chipped paint. Prowl's audials twitch slightly at the sound of their soft humming and the question that fell from their lips. He glances down at the human nestled against him having to bend enough to see them over his chassis, feeling a mixture of irritation and affection towards them in that moment. His servos twitch involuntarily, a subtle sign of his annoyance.

"Why are my 'boobs' so big?" Prowl scoffs, He shifts again so he can look down at them as he narrows his optics at them. "They are not 'boobs'," Prowl huffs, his tone slightly terse. “ My hood is an integral part of my chassis design, serving various functions such as housing sensitive equipment and providing structural support. It is not meant for your amusement," he explains, deadpanning as he watches them. With a sigh, Prowl tries to temper his grumpiness. He was tired after the day and just wanted to enjoy settling down into recharge with his human, He reached out, gently placing a servo on Julian's hand to still the tapping against his chest. Prowl leans back and wraps his other servo around their waist pulling them flush against him. 

A small grumble leaves him human as a small pout crosses their lips. They slap the headlight on Prowl's chassis. It makes Prowl's horn go off, spooking them both as his human darts up in surprise; they both lay there quietly staring at each other for a moment before laughter finally falls from his lover's lips at the silliness of the horn blaring. The sudden noise startles Prowl, his systems momentarily thrown off balance.

"What in the name of Primus was that for?" Prowl hisses out, his voice a mix of surprise and annoyance at their antics. He instinctively raises a servo to his chassis, he runs a diagnostic check, rerouting the charge and relay to prevent any future incidents. 

"Please refrain from such actions in the future, lest you give yourself a heart attack" Prowl says firmly, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "My chassis is not a plaything, and I would appreciate it if you respected that," he adds, his optics narrowing slightly. 

 

They laugh again as they run a hand over the headlight again, gentler this time and it makes a shutter run up Prowl's struts. "Couldn't help myself, are your headlights sensitive?" They tease him in amusement. Prowl's huffs out another grumble. “Yes they are, so stop feeling my frame up, I wish to recharge in peace, keep it up and I will put you out” A faint growl escapes Prowl's vocalizer. He wasn't in the mood for this tonight. 

 

A smile graces their lips as they look up into his optics debating being more of a pest. They move up his chassis enough to press their lips to one of the lights and licks it. It takes a moment before they pull away gagging and choking while trying to wipe their tongue on his shirt. "Eww, eww are those dead bugs!" They cried out in horror seeing the carnage of the little marks on his lights. A mixture of horror and amusement flickers across Prowl's face as they gags and chokes, Prowl's vocalizer emits a low chuckle, unable to contain his amusement at the unexpected turn of events, they had finally bitten off more than they could chew. "Well, that's what you get for being a thorn in my side," Prowl teases, his voice laced with a hint of smugness at their suffering.

Prowl's optics scan the headlight, taking note of the dead bugs that have accumulated on its surface after his patrol. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he realises the irony of the situation. Despite the unexpected outcome, Prowl can't help but appreciate the comedy fashion of it. "Consider it a lesson learned," Prowl adds, his voice tinged with mock seriousness . "Next time, perhaps you'll use your brain before being a degenerate, you forget i'm a Cybertronian who transforms and  works outside on the roads " he continues, a playful glint in his optics enjoying their suffering. 

Prowl's amusement slowly settles as he brings a servo up to their face, a hint of concern in his optics as he watches them try and get the taste out of their mouth. "Are you alright?" Prowl asks, his tone softer as he watches them. "Eew, eww!, nope, nope" they huff as they move to stand only to have Prowl wrap his servo around their waist before they can take off. "I'm not sleeping with you again till you clean" they respond while trying to claw themself out of his hold. “You have a dead spider in your headlights!” They huff out as Prowl drags them back to lay down.  His servo rests over their waist as he pulls their blankets Around their body to keep them warm and comfortable. 

“I will wash in the morning, I'm not getting up now, I'm worn out and my processor needs time to filter the day. But it serves you right for being a pest while I am trying to recharge” he states before settling back into his berth, a deep ventilation leaves him as he does one last check of them. “I'm not interfacing with you for a week” they huff out as they snuggle further into their blankets and pillows trying to forget about it. Prowl lets out a low hum. “You think that's going to affect me?” he huffs out in amusement only to get the silent treatment from his little lover. His vents let out another deep rumble as he raises a servo up their back before cuping their face. “I will get Ratchet to remove the dead spider tomorrow” he states before they both settle down for the night. 

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Tickled Pink (and Flushed Red)

Description: In this playful tale, Angel Dust brings out a rare moment of laughter from the usually grumpy Husk, revealing a softer side of their dynamic. Through teasing and antics, the story highlights their contrasting personalities and deepens their relationship. Warnings: Tickling Word count: 1.5k

Angel Dust was sprawled out on the battered old couch in the Hazbin Hotel’s lobby, his long legs dangling over the armrest as he flipped through a magazine with a bored expression. The hotel was its usual chaotic mess—demons of all shapes and sizes going about their business, shouting, arguing, causing trouble—but Angel had decided to take it easy today. The noise of the hotel faded into the background as he admired the latest fashion spreads, his mind wandering to how he might pull off some of the daring outfits featured on the glossy pages.

Behind the bar, Husk was nursing a cigarette and a glass of bourbon, his usual drink of choice. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his feathers ruffling slightly as he tried to ignore the chatter and chaos around him. Cleaning a glass with an old rag, he kept one eye on the door, wary of the next troublemaker who might wander in. His eyes flicked to Angel now and then, watching the spider demon with a mix of curiosity and irritation. Angel was always up to something, and Husk wasn’t in the mood to be dragged into it.

“So, Husky,” Angel’s voice broke the relative calm, “when are you gonna let me give you a makeover?” His tone was playful, laced with the usual teasing edge. He turned another page in the magazine with a flourish, clearly more interested in getting a rise out of Husk than in the fashion he was pretending to admire. “Maybe a little trim, a splash of color… You could stand to liven up that look, y’know?”

Husk gave a low, gruff snort, not even bothering to look up. “I ain’t interested, Angel. Last thing I need is to look like some… fluffy, glittery mess.” He took a drag from his cigarette, his tone flat and uninterested. “I’m fine just the way I am.”

Angel let out an exaggerated sigh, tossing the magazine aside with one of his many hands. “Come on, you old furball! Live a little! You’re always such a sourpuss. Maybe a new look would put a smile on that grouchy face.”

Husk finally glanced up, fixing Angel with a weary stare. His crimson eyes were half-lidded with the fatigue of someone who had seen too much, yet there was a sharpness there, too—a warning not to push his buttons. “I smile plenty. Just not around you.”

Angel narrowed his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh really? When was the last time you cracked a real smile, huh?”

Husk’s ears twitched, his tail flicking slightly in irritation. He could sense where this was going, and he wasn’t in the mood. “None of your business, Dust. Just drop it.”

But Angel wasn’t about to let it go. He slid off the couch with a fluid, graceful motion, his multiple arms stretching out as he approached the bar. Each step was calculated, his hips swaying with a confidence that only someone like Angel Dust could pull off. “Oh, but I think it is my business,” Angel purred, his voice dripping with mischief. “And I think I know just how to make you smile.”

Husk’s eyes narrowed as he set his glass down with a deliberate motion, his body tensing. He didn’t trust that look on Angel’s face one bit. “Don’t even think about it, Angel…”

Angel’s smirk widened into a full-blown grin, his fangs gleaming as he closed the distance between them. “Too late, Husky! I’m already thinkin’ it!”

Before Husk could react, Angel had vaulted over the bar, landing nimbly on the other side in front of him. Husk barely had time to register the movement before Angel was on him, all four of his arms wrapping around the cat demon in a tight, almost affectionate embrace. Husk let out a startled grunt, instinctively trying to push Angel away, but the spider demon held on tight, his fingers already at work.

Angel’s touch was light, almost teasing, as he began to tickle Husk’s sides and ribs. “C’mon, Husky! Don’t be such a grump! Let’s see that smile!”

“A-Angel, what the hell—?” Husk’s voice came out in a growl, but it quickly broke off as Angel’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just beneath his ribs. The sensation sent an involuntary shiver through his body, and he bit down hard, trying to suppress the reaction.

Angel’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with playful malice. “Oh, what’s this? Don’t tell me the big bad Husk is ticklish!”

Husk’s immediate response was to deny it, but the words caught in his throat as Angel’s fingers danced along his sides, sending electric jolts of sensation through his body. His tail lashed behind him, a clear sign of his growing irritation. “Knock it off!” Husk snapped, his voice strained as he tried to twist out of Angel’s grip. But Angel held on with surprising strength, his fingers moving with practiced precision, tracing patterns over Husk’s ribs, sides, and even his neck.

Husk’s ears flattened against his head, his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back the laughter bubbling up inside him. He could feel his resolve slipping, the tickling sensation becoming too much to bear. “I mean it, Angel! Cut it out!”

But Angel was relentless. “Oh, no way! Not until I see a big ol’ smile on that grumpy face of yours!” His voice was a sing-song taunt, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the normally stoic cat demon.

Despite himself, Husk could feel the corners of his mouth twitching. He tried to shove Angel off again, using more force this time, but his strength was quickly waning under the relentless assault of tickles. Finally, a low, rumbling chuckle escaped him, followed by another, and before he knew it, he was laughing—a deep, rough sound that seemed almost foreign coming from him.

“Hahaha! A-Angel, y-you’re a real pain in the ass! Hahaha! Quit it already!” Husk’s deep voice was laced with laughter, the sound rough and unpracticed, as if it had been years since he’d last laughed like this.

Angel giggled, his grin widening at the sight of Husk’s rare laughter. “There it is! I knew you had it in you, Husky! Who knew you had such a cute laugh?”

Husk’s face flushed beneath his fur, both from the tickling and from the embarrassment of being caught so off guard. He struggled to push Angel away again, but the spider demon was stubborn, continuing his ticklish assault with unrelenting energy.

“You’re a bastard, Angel! Hahaha! S-Seriously, stop! I c-can’t—hahaha!” Husk doubled over, his laughter growing louder despite his best efforts to contain it. His deep, gravelly voice echoed through the lobby, drawing the attention of a few nearby demons who looked on with a mix of surprise and amusement. Husk’s tough exterior was cracking, revealing a side of him that few had ever seen.

Angel’s grin was positively wicked as he leaned in closer, his breath tickling Husk’s ear. “Admit it, Husky, you love this! You’re always so grumpy, it’s about time someone got you to loosen up a bit!”

Husk was laughing too hard to respond, his body shaking with uncontrollable giggles. He could barely catch his breath, his chest heaving as he tried to fend off Angel’s relentless fingers. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the laughter that poured out of him, each ticklish touch sending another wave of uncontrollable mirth through his body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Angel decided to show some mercy. He slowly pulled back, his fingers easing up on their ticklish assault as he released Husk from his grip. Husk immediately stumbled forward, leaning heavily on the bar as he tried to catch his breath. His fur was ruffled, his face flushed, and his ears were pinned back against his head in embarrassment.

“You… are the worst,” Husk panted, glaring at Angel with as much venom as he could muster, though it was clear that his usual edge was dulled by the lingering effects of laughter.

Angel just giggled, clearly pleased with himself. “Yeah, but you love me for it, right? C’mon, admit it, Husky! You haven’t had that much fun in ages!”

Husk grumbled something incoherent under his breath, his feathers slowly settling back into place. He grabbed his glass and downed the rest of his bourbon in one go, hoping to wash away the embarrassment along with the lingering ticklish sensations. But even as he did, Angel’s words echoed in his mind, and despite himself, he couldn’t deny that there was a small kernel of truth in them.

Angel watched Husk with a satisfied smirk, his fluffy pink tail swaying behind him as he leaned casually against the bar. “You know, Husky, you really should smile more often. You look kinda cute when you’re not scowling.”

Husk shot him a glare, but it was softened by the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hated to admit it, but Angel had a way of getting under his skin—both literally and figuratively. And as much as he wanted to stay angry, the lingering warmth from the laughter made it hard to hold onto his usual grumpiness.

“Don’t get used to it,” Husk grumbled, trying to regain some of his usual gruffness. “Next time you pull something like that, I won’t be so nice.”

Angel just chuckled, clearly unconcerned by the threat. “Sure, sure, Husky. Whatever you say.” He gave Husk a playful wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you know you had fun, whether you wanna admit it or not.”

Husk huffed, turning away to hide the small smile that was still lingering on his face. He grabbed another glass from the shelf and started cleaning it, more to give himself something to do than anything else. But as he worked, he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, a little less burdened by the usual weight on his shoulders. Maybe Angel’s annoying antics weren’t so bad after all.

As Angel hopped back over the bar and sauntered back to the couch, humming a tune under his breath, Husk couldn’t help but watch him go, a bemused expression on his face. Angel Dust was a handful—annoying, obnoxious, and way too full of himself—but there was something about him that made it hard to stay mad. Maybe it was the way he could bring a little bit of chaos and laughter into even the most mundane days. Or maybe it was just that, deep down, Husk knew that Angel wasn’t as bad as he liked to pretend.

With a sigh, Husk shook his head, taking another drag from his cigarette. “You’re a real pain, Angel… but maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

Angel just waved a hand over his shoulder, not bothering to look back. “Love you too, Husky!”

And despite himself, Husk found that he couldn’t help but smile.

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Hi I see you do Dandy’s World tickle fics so can I request Shrimpo being tickled by Goob? thank you

(Of course! Here ya go!)

✩☆Cheer Up, Shrimpo!☆✩

Characters: Shrimpo, Goob.

Lee: Shrimpo.

Ler: Goob.

Pairings: Shrimpo & Goob, possible Shrimpo/Goob(?)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Gigi (Dandy’s World), Fluff, Tickling, Ticklefic, Hugs, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light/Unserious Threats of Violence, Short & Sweet, One Shot.

Summary: Shrimpo’s upset, so Goob cheers him up!

Word count: 491

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63116872

Shrimpo grumbled curses under his breath as he stormed through Gardenview, practically fuming with rage. He’d already woken up angry that day, and Gigi pissing him off further only made him feel worse. He swore to heck he would sucker punch the next person he—

“Hey, Shrimpo!” 

He yelped when arms suddenly wrapped around his waist and yanked him backward. He landed with a light thump against Goob’s chest. “What the—!? LET ME GO!!” Shrimpo struggled in his hold, unable to escape from the industrial strength hug. Goob giggled, only squeezing the flailing shrimp closer to his body. “No can do! I can tell you’re upset, so I’m gonna hug you until you feel better!” He chimed matter-of-factly, much to Shrimpo’s growing agitation. “I HATE HUGS!!!” He exclaimed, flapping his arms and narrowly missing slapping Goob in the face. “Hmm…Well, then how about a…” He hesitated, an innocently mischievous smile etching its way onto his face, “Tickle hug!” Goob exclaimed cheerily, fingers digging lightly into his sides. 

Shrimpo practically squawked, hands instantly flying down to grab at the arms around him. “NO- Nono-! Goob I SWEAR-!!” He let out a strangled noise when the fingers started moving, clawing into his side roughly. “C’mon, Shrimpo! You can’t stay grumpy forever! Tickle tickle!” Goob cooed, noticing Shrimpo’s struggling dying down to focus his energy on containing his laughter. “You’ll feel soooo much better, I promise!” He scribbled his fingers over to his tummy and heard his breath stutter. “N-no- I- mhg! I woho- eeik-!” Shrimpo hissed out, trying his best to force the edges of his lips back down, “I won’t- pffft— NOHAHAhahAHAHAA—!!” He squealed, cackles flowing from the poor shrimp like a waterfall. 

“Yayy!!” Goob cheered, running his fingers up and down his stomach. “G- GOHOHOOB- EEHEHEEE NOHOHO!!” He flailed desperately, making any and all attempt to attack the fluffy craft hugging him tightly. Yet, he couldn’t deny to himself that the claws dancing over his torso were making his head pleasantly fuzzy, driving out his previous anger — he’d never let Goob know that, though, he had a sneaking suspicion he might already know.

“AHAHAHAA- snrt—!” Goob gasped in delight. “Was that a snort!? Awww!!” He squealed, giving him a quick taze to the side and earning yet another adorable snort. “NOHOHO MOHOHORE— NYAHAHAHA!!” Goob hummed in thought, lightening up his tickles to gentle spidering. “I don’t knowww…are you cheered up yet?” Shrimpo whined through his laughter. “YehehEHES I’m- IhehEHEim cheehEHered— uhuhup!!” He babbled, cheeks glowing bright red. Goob giggled. 

“Okay, okay, I believe you.” He relented, letting Shrimpo go limp in his arms, panting softly. They stayed there for several minutes, then Goob let him go, leaving a hand on his shoulder in case he stumbled over. 

There was a pause, then Shrimpo spoke, barely audible; “…Thanks, I guess.” “Aw, of course!!” Goob gushed, practically beaming with joy. 

“…If you tell anyone about this I’m gonna throttle you, though.”

“Understood!”

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[vigilantethot]

Miguel O’Hara Crushing On You

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!spider!reader

A/N: just a lil fluff that I felt like writing. Hope you enjoy :)) thinking about doing a holiday fluff series, lmk what you guys think about that. its a lil NFSW but nothing too crazy

He's definitely not going to make it known to you that he has a crush on you. 

You two are basically co-workers, and it would be very unprofessional to act on a crush… right? 

You were recruited to join the Spider Society only a couple months ago, and ever since Miguel laid eyes on you, he was hooked. 

He tried to not make it obvious, he would only steal glances and check you out when he was sure you wouldn’t notice. 

He loved to ask you to pick something up for him just to check out your ass.

After some time, he couldn’t help but manipulate situations to bring you closer to him. 

He starting assigning you to join him on every mission. He just wanted to get to know you better. You two worked very well together, and he enjoyed your company. He even laughed at your corny jokes and quips, much to the surprise of his other coworkers. He never laughed at corny jokes.  

He would offer to train with you, as he had much more experience with the hero thing than you did. 

He definitely didn't have any ulterior motives, like wanting to feel your skin against his, and to feel you sweat and pant against him as he pinned you down, even if it was just for a few seconds. 

If you get injured on a mission, he will stay by your side the whole time, grumpy and mean because “you should have been more careful!”

He would also bring you a heated blanket and be at your beck and call while you healed.

At first, you brush off his hovering as him just being a tough boss. 

But things started to get weird. 

As time passes, Miguels affection for you only gets stronger and he struggles to keep his cool.

There was one incident where he caught another Spider-man flirting with you at lunch, arm draped over your shoulder and whispering in your ear, making you giggle. 

He glared at you two the entire time, hand squeezing the glass cup in his hand until it broke. 

The sound of glass breaking made everyone around him look in his direction, and he just got up and left the cafeteria, embarrassed. 

He shut himself in his office all day, thinking he could drown himself in his work to forget about you. 

He was unsuccessful of course, he just ended up looking at videos of you.

You were oblivious to his crush on you. You thought he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, but his cold and standoffish demeanor made you think he merely tolerated you. 

You couldn’t be more wrong though, he was absolutely head over heels for you at this point. 

There was another embarrassing incident in which you had him pinned during training, legs straddling him and his hands over his head. 

You were proud of yourself for finally being able to get the upper hand on him in training, you didn't even notice the boner that was growing beneath you. Miguel quickly made you get off him and stormed off, you thought you hurt his ego by pinning him that way, and you felt bad. So you decided to go to the locker room to apologize. 

You approached the door to the mens locker room, lifting your hand to push it open, until you heard some strange noises. 

Wet noises, with some grunting and whimpers of your name mixed in there.

You quickly covered your mouth, not wanting him to hear you and be even more embarrassed. So you silently walked away and went back home, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward. 

Miguel avoided you for a while after that, but you wanted to tease him a little. 

You’re next training session was coming up, so you opted to put on the tiniest, tightest shorts and just a sports bra.

Miguel almost passed out when he saw your attire, and he was sweating before the training session began. 

He barely kept it together the whole session, face red and flustered as he pinned you and you pinned him. 

He ran out of the room the second your session was over adjusting himself, and you smiled to yourself. He did like you. 

You started coming around to Spider HQ much more often. You liked Miguel a lot, and you knew he felt the same way. 

You started bringing him little gifts, a plushie that you crocheted to look exactly like a miniature Miguel in his spider suit. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to the gift, his face going red and him looking down at it shyly. You had never seen him act so shy before. 

He brought you things too, like the time he went searching from dimension to dimension for a candy bar you said you were craving but you couldn’t find anywhere anymore.

When he gave you the gift, you pulled him in for a bone squeezing hug, squealing and saying thank you over and over, and he just wanted to melt in your arms. You were so adorable. 

When he saw how you lit up, so appreciative that he got a little candy bar for you, he knew he wanted to make you feel like that forever. He knew he had to make you his. 

[amoebadue]

Tangled Webs Part 4

Contains: this is pretty much just Team Red with Spiderwomab reader instead of Spiderman, Deadpool is overbearing, Matt Murdock is like a father figure to you, + anything else I missed

Word Count: ~1280

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 (here) PART 5

PART 6

By the time the team had left— minus Sam, who was currently drooling on your couch as he slept— it was already time to patrol. You’re supposed to meet Deadpool and Daredevil in Hell’s Kitchen. Matt had gotten a lead on several of Kingpin’s drop spots but he couldn’t be in all the places at once.

You debated showering but eventually decided it was too much work to just go out on patrol again. So you decided to just put on your suit and grab a sandwich on your way to meet up with Wade. Unfortunately, Wade was waiting for you outside your window.

Seriously, what is with your spidey sense recently?

“Hi, Pumpkin!”

“Hi, Wade.” You sigh as you climb out to meet him on the fire escape.

“Shhhh! No names in suits.” He puts his finger against your mouth, repeating the words you always say to him. Rolling your eyes, you knock your shoulder against his.

“We should get going, before Daredevil decides to take on all of Kingpin’s men at once.” He laughed loudly at that. You cringe as you hear Sam fall off the couch at the noise, which just causes Wade to laugh harder. To be fair— it makes you laugh too.

—

You found Matt perched on the rafters of an interior design warehouse. He nodded towards the eastern entrance where several men stood arguing— as if you hadn’t noticed them.

Before you’d arrived, he’d sent a message with the plan. You had 3 drops happening in the next 30 minutes, and 4 more at 2 am. Maybe crime really doesn’t sleep. You don’t get to sleep either. You try not to groan at the thought of your bed.

Crawling across the bottom of the rafter, you pass Matt as the men designated for the spot you’re covering begin to leave. Deadpool blows you a kiss and Matt nods. He doesn’t speak but the message is the same as always. Stay safe and I’ll see you soon.

—

By the time all of the drop spots have been cleared of both shipment and goons, you’re ready to go home. Unfortunately, you have a grumpy member of the Nova Corp blowing up your phone with messages. There’s no way you’re going home to that. No way.

You turn to Daredevil, looking at him pleadingly. “Please let me come home with you. I cannot go home! My temporary roommate is driving me crazy and he only just arrived today so please, please, please.” Ignoring Deadpool’s cover of Please, Please, Please by Sabrina Carpenter, you give Daredevil your best puppy dog eyes— unfortunately you’re wearing your mask, so it just looks like your eyes are widened.

“Sure thing, kid.”

“Ooooh, slumber party!”

“I said she could stay over. Not you.” Matt crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Wade through the mask.

“Boo! I already apologized for killing those guys, so you shouldn’t be excluding me.”

“No you didn’t.” Wade throws you a betrayed look.

“Whose side are you on? Gee, no wonder people hate spiders.” You throw a rock at him. He lets it hit him before falling to the ground, clutching his chest. Wailing, he acts as if he was shot. You were beginning to reconsider your stance on guns— if it would get him to shut up. Unfortunately, he’d heal.

“I’ve been mortally wounded! Medic! 911! Anyone please!” He crawled towards Matt, clutching his hands in his own. “Please, you must bring me home with you for medical supervision.” He continued begging for several minutes before Matt rolled his eyes and yelled at him to get up and that he could come if he stopped squawking.

“I do not squawk. I am not a bird.”

“Well you’re as ostentatious as one.” He shushed you, jumping onto your back and covering your mouth with his hand before yelling at you to carry him to Matt’s apartment.

Maybe you should’ve just gone home.

—

Matt had you and Wade set up to sleep on the couch and floor respectively. He was calling in an order for pizza while you and Wade argued about which Avenger is the most likely to write a self help book. You’re pretty sure Tony Stark already has. Wade is convinced The Hulk would write a really good book on anger management.

“Do you guys ever shut up?” Matt plops down on the couch beside you.

“No.”

“Only once when I was cursed by a magical toad wizard after I stepped on his little mushroom house.”

You and Matt ignore him as he slumps over against your shoulder gnawing at your hair.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” You blink at him as he repeats his words back to you. Slowly, you turn your head to look back at Matt who just shrugs at you as if to say you chose this.

—

You wake up, head resting on Matt’s lap as Wade clings to your stomach. You poke at his face. He swats your hand away.

“Stop bugging me, I’m trying to sleep here.”

“Your joke doesn’t even make sense. Spiders are arachnids not bugs.”

“It does make sense because you knew what I meant!”

“Both of you shut up or get out.”

“Oh Matty, you love us. You wouldn’t kick us out.”

“I’d literally sell you for a half a slice of pie at the diner on 5th.”

“Okay that’s fair though. Their pie is like magic or something. I think I’d sell you guys too.”

“You both mean more to me than pie.” You were promptly shoved on the floor as you all burst into laughter.

—

After eating breakfast a la Matt who apparently had learned how to make omelets to impress his ex girlfriend, you and Wade headed for the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to work?”

“I genuinely cannot spend another minute with either of you before the next mission.” You snort as he pushes you both out the door.

Wade grabs your hand, swinging it back and forth as far as it’ll reach. You smile softly. Despite how much you bickered, you were glad you had him.

“So…what’s up with you and Harry?”

“What?” You turn to him, shocked by the sudden question.

“Harry Osborn. What’s going on there?”

Your cheeks flush at his questioning. “Not much. Or…not anything. We’re just friends.”

“Uh huh. Friends that kiss?” You spluttered at him.

“What do you mean? We haven’t kissed since like forever ago. Me and Harry? No way! Why? Why do you think we kissed?”

“Oh I went through your phone.” You gape at him. “He texted you, asking to meet for breakfast.”

“What when?!”

“This morning.”

“What?! You mean I had breakfast with you losers when I could’ve been with Harry? Ugh!”

“Wow, thank you.” He says your name with a laugh, “And no, he wants to meet for breakfast tomorrow, he just texted to ask you this morning.” You stare at him, mouth still dropped. You shut your mouth. Then open it again. And shut it and open and shut and open. This goes on for another few minutes before you eventually decide on what to say.

“Just don’t go through my phone.”

“Then maybe your password shouldn’t be Osborn.” You smack his arm. How dare he call you out on that? It’s not your fault Harry was so charming, and handsome, and smart. Or that when he smiled, the left side of his mouth went farther up then the right. Or that when he looked at you, your heart did a somersault. Or three.

Thinking about him like this made you realize you were in trouble. You were in big, big trouble.

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Sex you up - Kinktober 18

Summary: You attend a Halloween party.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: flirty Henry, meet cute, RPF, size kink, implied smut

A/N: We are having Henry in his Walter Marshall era because this one has me in a chokehold. Suffer with me.

Trope/Kink: Size Kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween always has something magical to you. Not only because of the people celebrating it, or trick or treat. It’s not only the costumes, drinking, candy, and having fun.

The air is thick with mystery on Halloween, and you think about its origin and the truth behind the legend on October 31st.

“Y/N, hurry up and stop staring at the pumpkins,” your friend groans as you take another picture of the decoration outside the house. “Babe, we got invited to the party of the year. Stop being a nerd for one night.”

You harrumph. Chelsey is your friend, but her words hit home. You always were a little shy, and insecure. When you got older and turned from a girl into a woman it got better.

Still, sometimes you are self-conscious and shy away. Especially at parties with too many people, you do not know. “Coming,” you grumble under your breath. “It’s just, that the decoration is breathtaking. Look at all the jack-o-lanterns. The house looks like a gothic castle from a horror movie.”

“Yeah, spider webs and all,” Chelsey rolls her eyes. “Babe, all I want is to get waisted, and find a cute guy for the night.”

“How about you go inside, and I look at the decoration for a little longer. I’ll be right there.”

“YES!” She pinches your cheek. “I’ll get you a drink and wait for you.”

This time, you roll your eyes. Chelsey will forget about you the moment she finds some cute guy. “Go ahead. Have fun.”

She enters the house without looking back, making you sigh. Chelsey promised you are going to have a ladies’ night. Now you are on your own once again.

“You know, Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,” you squeak, and press one hand to your heart as a man stands next to you. “Sorry, sweetness. I didn’t want to scare you. On Halloween out of all days.”

You dip your head to get a better look at him. The stranger must be the tallest man you have ever seen, with broad shoulders, a wide chest and curly hair. He’s wearing a beard, making him look wilder than he really is. His soft eyes tell you he’s got a good heart.

“It’s fine. I was just admiring the decoration and got distracted,” you give him a soft smile. “Are you invited to the party too?”

“Guilty,” he returns your smile as he steps a little closer. “I see you came as a wolf. A cute one.” The man grins as you look down at your body. “I like it very much.”

“It was the only one left at the store. Well, the only one fitting me.”

“You look…” He looks you up and down, licking his lips, “Excuse my choice of words, but you look like any wolf would love to eat you alive.”

“I’m a wolf too,” you retort. “What’s your costume? Grumpy sweater lover?” You smirk.

“I’m a werewolf,” he grins, revealing sharpy canines. “See, I’m hiding behind a nice face. But if you give me the chance, I’ll sink my teeth in your flesh and eat you, sweetness.”

“Eat me?” You swallow thickly. This man is a stranger, but you feel drawn to him. His eyes drop to your chest, and you shudder under his gaze. It’s his sheer size dwarfing you that makes your body tingle.

“I bet,” he steps even closer, cupping your face with his large hands, “you make the cutest noises when I use my mouth on you.”

He flashes you a dark smile, revealing his sharp teeth to you. You shudder and press your legs together. “Maybe we can skip the party and get to the part where you eat me…”

"Oh, Mrs. Cavill, you have been a naughty girl," your husband purrs against your lips. "Let's skip the party."

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