#this was in my draft for a while it's time for it to fly 🙏��‍

[aurorawhisperz]

that’s the thing (e.l)

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE DRAFT AND LOST THE ASK 😭😭😭 (but here u go anon if u find this 🙏)

contains: swearing, fluff, smut 18+ (oral, fingering, slight overstimulation)

spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader

based off you’re here that’s the thing by beabadoobee 🙏

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Ethan definitely screwed up.

He swings across the city in tight spandex. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ethan exclaimed, speedily typing on his phone, but you wouldn’t respond.

Being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, he always had priorities—but that didn’t stop him from spending time with you. Knowing this, you forgave him every time he’d miss something.

Well, that jinxed it. On the lookout, he had completely forgotten about your date, Ethan—being the dork with the heart of gold, thought this would be the last straw for you.

Ethan often thought about this every time he’d be swinging around New York just to make it up to you. One reason why he’d always make it up to you is because he felt like he should, or must.

The second reason why is because it always ends in something wonderful—whether it’s him sleeping over, or the other way around, or something else that would have the boy completely whipped.

Then he spotted you, wearing his jacket you ‘forgot’ to return. His whole world seemed to stop—that was until he remembered the fact that he left you waiting.

A bunch of people backed away when Ethan took you with him. “It’s the spider dude!” Someone near you exclaimed.

“What? Oh my god!” You exclaim, swiftly sliding your hands around his neck. “I am so SO sorry that I left you waiting, okay? I was on the lookout, I completely forgot about our date, I’m really sorry, I REALLY AM!” He exclaimed, talking fast, then you pointed at a pole that was about to hit his head.

Once Ethan was about to dodge it, it hits the top of his head instead. His grip tightened till he swinged back to your dorm—though weakly.

He yanks his mask off and leans back on your bed.

“Less talking, more swinging.” You sigh, grabbing the sides of his face—then you kissed him, your lips moving in sync. He could taste the fruity lipgloss you had put on. Ethan's eyes widened in surprise as you pulled away. He blinked a few times, trying to process the unexpected turn of events.

Then a smile was on his face, pulling you back. Deepening the kiss.

“Being a superhero’s girlfriend isn’t that hard,” You frown, then he kisses more again before you continue, “But seriously, you have to change out of this shit.” Ethan kept a hand on your waist, “Actions speak louder than words, right?”

You jump as Ethan quickly jumps under your bed, your roommate bursting in. “Hey, I’ll be leaving you alone here for a while since I’ve got somewhere to go.” You nod, then they wave, “See ya.” And leave.

Quickly falling on your bed as Ethan uses his webs to lock the door, “This is really cute,” He holds up your diary, the drawing of Spider-Man you made on a sticky note during a lecture. “Can I keep it?”

“Change first.” He rolled his eyes at your command.

He quickly changed into his normal clothes after slipping off the spandex. “Dammit,” He exclaimed as he checked his backpack for flowers he was gonna give you—there were flowers, but only a few, the petals flying away instantly.

Walking into the living room, Ethan uses his webs to snatch the remote from your hands, “We’re watching a movie, because I have to make it up to you,” Then handing you the somewhat ruined bouquet of flowers. “Eth, you shouldn’t have.” You teased then grabbed his camera from the table.

“Try and take a picture of me holding these, that’s how you can make it up to me.” Ethan takes the camera from you then more words come from your mouth, “Although you’re already here, that’s how you can make it up to me.”

The camera flashes in your face as you cover the lower half of your face with the flowers—then laying down on the couch with Ethan as the movie starts playing.

“You know,” says Ethan, “I’m really glad I forgot about our date today,” You frown, then he chuckles, “It led to this and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You both chuckle at his words then you shower his face with kisses. Ethan quickly pulled you down to kiss his lips. The movie was long forgotten soon after that.

His lips crashed into yours once again, then his nails dig in your thighs as you straddle him.

“Maybe because you knew it would lead to this,” You mumble against his lips, his other hand running down your spine like an instrument. Ethan broke the kiss to move down to your jawline—then your neck.

His hands tapping on your lower back as you pulled away. “You’re a sneaky one.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, then Ethan let out a breathy laugh, “I’m Spiderman, of course I’m sneaky.”

“But I love Ethan Landry more.” Right after Ethan takes quite a few minutes to process your words, he pulls you in by your waist to kiss you once again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as his fingers dig into your hips.

He mumbles against your lips, “I want you,” He starts to smoothly put a little tongue in the kiss, then when your lips part even more for permission, it slips in. You hum against his lips as Ethan slowly grinds into you.

You pull away and smile, he drags his thumb over your bottom lip, you try to kiss him again, but he keeps a hand on your chest to stop you. “Can I go down on you?” The question makes your eyes widen as you turn beet red. Ethan’s stupid puppy eyes made you nod, and the smirk felt good to kiss off.

His arms placed you back on the couch, the needy boy got on his knees. Ethan gives you a deep kiss, then he moves down your jaw, he leaves a mark on your collarbone.

It goes from your chest, to your belly, and he reaches your clothed core. Ethan looks up at you and you lick your lips.

The boy pulls down your panties and starts with kissing your inner thighs. The sneaky little thing was always a tease, it pained you slightly but you know you love him.

Ethan presses a wet kiss to your left thigh, sucking on it. His breath fans over your core and you shudder.

He presses a kiss to your clit, then makes his way down to your entrance—licking up then burying his face in between your thighs. Your back arched at the pleasure.

In the early stages of your relationship, you had always told him what felt good, and he made it feel even better.

Your legs threaten to lock around his head, but his big hands hold your hips down. You were basically squirming, and he was only trying to drive himself away from the spot you wanted him to stay on.

Ethan harshly sucks on your clit, circling it with his tongue. You feel like you’re close, VERY close. Without warning, his middle finger enters you and that makes you lift your head up and whine in pleasure, you could feel him smile against your core.

“God, don’t stop.” You say breathlessly, and while muffled, you could still hear him, “I won’t,” He pulls away with a pop, “Trust me.” He dives right back in as soon as he finishes.

When his ring finger enters, your body felt limp and like everything slowed down for a minute.

The hot feeling down your stomach was heating up.

When his nose bumped into your clit, along with his ring finger entering the chaos, that feeling hit it’s peak.

Though Ethan didn’t stop, he kept lapping up your juices—it felt so overwhelming. Your hips were basically jolting up out of instinct.

You shuddered under his touch, he reaches up for your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

When Ethan finally pulled away, he crawled back on top of you and pushed away a stray strand of hair. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled. You know you’d forgive him for missing a date either way, the only way he could make it up to you is just being there.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, then he mumbles in between kisses, “I’m not done yet,” Your eyes blink open as he pulls away, the taste of yourself lingering on your tongue. “I wonder how people would feel if they find out their friendly neighborhood Spiderman was a pro at not only superhero-ing, but this.” says Ethan.

You chuckle and pull him back in for another, when he breaks the contact he takes the square foil out of his pocket and smirks at you, then places it on the table next to you both. He tries to kiss you again

You grab it from the table, “I’m not on the pill, babe,” You assure him, he shrugs then takes it from your hand. He sticks the tip of his tongue out when he struggles to open it. You laugh at Ethan, and open it yourself. “I’ll be your walking stick tomorrow,” he whispers to your ear.

You were in for a long night.

[lowkeyrobin]

Helloooo.

Could you pls write me a Hawk x Reader x Miguel? The idea is stuck in my head and I cant find anyone who has wrote a super good one. I hope you can! Keep doind great!

oooo okay I can definitely try!!! ; I love this duo so bad so hopefully I did it some justice 😔 ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; also if this didn't do justice I'll totally write for these two again, I love them sm, I couldn't rlly think of a solid plot over the many weeks this sat in my drafts so 😔🙏

MIGUEL & HAWK ; infinite

summary ; an "and in that moment, we were infinite" / perks of being a wallflower moment with miguel and hawk

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; not rlly any miguel x hawk but they're tight asf still

word count ; 735

masterlist

That shitty 2018 VOLVO that Eli owned wasn't just some piece of shit car to you. It was a piece of home. A Cobra Kai sticker rests on the back window, a LaRusso Auto Group license plate frame contrasting it, snacks and drinks galore in the backseat. It was a piece of all three of you.

For Eli, it was his first car, the car he learned how to drive in, the car where you first kissed him. For you, it was where you spent a lot of restless nights driving around with your boys, where you stood up with half your body out of the sunroof while passing through tunnels. For Miguel, it was where he broke down and realized he never loved Sam the way he loved you, and where he spent all his downtime outside of karate and school.

This, like many others, was one of those restless Friday nights where a road trip was set into stone. Just driving around for fun, seeing the sights of surrounding cities you never saw on a daily basis like the Valley.

Eli drives, his (now rather short and uncolored) hair stuck up in a baby-hawk, wearing a green hoodie with a small Miyagi-Do logo on the front. He rests one hand on the wheel, the other fidgeting with the radio and bass level. To your right is Miguel, wearing an off-white hoodie, leaning his head against the window, looking out at the view. He's snacking from a box of Triscuits, a water bottle held between his legs. You sit between the two boys, wearing one of Miguel's t-shirts (Guns N' Roses) and a pair of shorts from Eli. You're messing with your phone, trying to find the perfect song.

"Tunnel ahead," Eli warns, glancing over at you behind a pair of sunglasses. He wears them for his astigmatism, the colorful lights of the road and beyond it blinding him when it's dark like this. "Get your song, quick."

Miguel chuckles, eyes laying on the tunnel ahead, watching you frantically scroll through your playlists, looking for a song.

"Fuck, I don't know what to pick," you exhale, listening to the sunroof open, wind beating against the roof, picking up all of your hair and causing it to fly around all crazy. Well, not all, Eli's hair is bound and stuck like concrete thanks to his gel. Miguel is suffering with his long curls.

"Quick!" Eli exclaims, "Five seconds!"

Miguel smiles, snatching your phone, watching Eli max out the volume on the radio. He clicks on the first song he sees, watching you shove yourself up through the sunroof, standing on your console seat. MP3's Midnight City.

It's perfect.

The air is chilly, but your arms are wide open, you feel like you're flying under the orangey-yellow lights in the tunnel, feeling free. It's therapeutic. To feel the wind crash against your body, to just feel something, anything, like this. It's like you're the main character in some coming of age movie. Miguel makes a direct reference to The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, comparing you to Sam.

Seeing the road is mostly empty, Eli speeds up, topping his speed at a solid 65, unable to take his eyes off of you. Miguel records you from his phone, catching the music, his and Eli's laughter, you whooping and cheering from above.

If you could, you'd ride on the roof the entire time, but sadly, that's illegal and dangerous.

In that moment, you swore you felt infinite. Entirely infinite and immortal.

You reach the end of the tunnel, eyes laying upon a grand city, illuminated by lights galore, passing over a bridge as you drive toward it. Your hands rest on the frame of the roof as you take in the sight, the air, the feeling. The feeling oh so indescribable that you craved more of.

But sadly, the boys pull you back in and close up the sunroof. Their ears were hurting, and they didn't want anything to happen to you, or get pulled over. Miguel turns the radio back down, sending you the video he'd taken while retuning your phone to you.

"You're insane," Eli chuckles, "Why do you always feel the need to put yourself in danger, again?"

"Cause it makes me feel free."

"They're literally Sam from Perks Of Being A Wallflower," Miguel backs up, "Catch up, buddy"

"I apologize, I'm so sorry."

[merge-conflict]

wip wednesday uhhhhhh

tagged by @streetkid-named-desire 🙏

workin' on:

adjusting to new work schedule without going insane

listening to schism on repeat until it stops making me feel things

finishing phantom liberty (things are going to go so bad I can feel it. reed and valentine are two birds of a feather. a songbird in hand is worth more than bush– ok idk where I was going with this. why is everyone in this dlc so hot. the edible hit just as lizzy wizzy was doing her thing I was absolutely 👁️👁️ zonked)

[outline] ffor - kerry vs manager death match meeting ft. valentine being the kind of incorrigible and professionally unpleasant asshole you want on your side in an argument –> well-crafted excuse to have johnny watch kerry and go through the confusing mess of jealousy, lust, possessiveness, smug superiority and affection from behind a screen where he can't pitch a fit or ruin everyone's day by being snide or making himself the new center of attention. lol

[draft] ch. 12 of the damn things overlap – putting johnny failover thru some horrors because it's fun ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Featuring my notes from PL on characters (going thru one of my adhd note-taking phases), not intentionally incomprehensible but uhhh gotta write fast while they're still talking:

And a snippet of Johnny definitely not Going Thru It (it's his body unless it's a fear response, then it's V's weird hormones or something idk):

The answering burst of distorted laughter sent adrenaline screaming up the inside of Johnny’s lungs. Half a century later and Smasher was less human than ever: a ghoulish half-skinned skull bolted onto a brutal metal frame and armored with enough heavy plating enough to make the float shift when he did. He towered over Oda, shoulders hunched so the launcher perched on his shoulder didn’t scrape the ceiling. Behind him was the smoking ruin of the hole he’d blown open, the unsettled dust and debris making his red eyes glow like hellfire. Arasaka’s oldest rabid dog. Something about the angle he was leering down at him made Johnny feel like he was standing in and out of a dream, unarmed and paralyzed while his mind tried to catch up with V’s hammering heart. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, and his arm ached bone-deep, numbness flickering up and down from his elbow to his fingertips. The air stank of charred flesh and scorched metal, like saltwater and bloated decay. He reached again for V, but she was gone and he was alone. No V, no Hand, just him. “Too stupid to stay dead,” Smasher spat, leaning over Oda in a way that made the man instinctively tense, grip tightening painfully. “That really you, Johnny-boy?” Time finally snapped back into focus, adrenaline reaching his smoldering gray matter, and Johnny felt his mouth twisting into a grin– V still haunting her own nervous system, dark laughter bubbling up out of terror like tar. “In the flesh, so to speak. More than I can say for you, you ugly bastard.”

it's missing something, but I won't know what until I take Johnny for more of a spin for the rest of the chapter...however it doesn't stop me from wanting to pick at it.

tagging @wanderingaldecaldo, @fly-amanitaa, @corpocyborg, @vox-monstera (no pressure!!! :3)

[shaunamilfman]

sharkman is not all talk 😾 i’ll fly over there RIGHT NOW 😾 you’ll be seeing a shark outside ur window in about 2-3 business days trust

if i was a ghost and saw my body i think i’d be more interested in finally being able to see what i look like from someone else’s perspective 😁

speaking of i love it when a character figures out they’re dead by finding their own body 🙏🙏

-🦈tired sharkman :(

bet. betttttt. you wont.

i see you saw that post lmao. posted it instead of sending it to drafts and ended up just deleting it. should have known my stalker would see it first 😔. no but y/n spends so much time just staring at her corpse it's ridiculous. girl's a little obsessed ngl

gosh do i have a fic for you

You look down at your body somehow completely disconnected from it. It takes you a long while to realize just where you are. You stare for a while in disbelief, unable to deal with the idea that she had left you here like this. You'd truly believed that Shauna would come for you, and you're not sure how to deal with the harsh reality that she hadn't.

also isn't it late as fuck?? go to bed man ❤️

[nulltune]

now that you're back,when can zarina twirls hakuno around in a dance and sweep her off her feet. when can zarina do it to hakuno please respond

MEEEEE WHEN I GET AN ASK FROM REN <3 AND!!!!! ME AS I READ THIS ASK BC MAN OH MAN MAN JUST THINKING ABT ZARINA WITH THAT SMILE(TM) OF HERS DANCING UNDER THE MOONLIGHT IS MAKING ME SWOON SO HARDDD!!!! i am absolutely adding this to my wishlist rn thank u 🙏🙏 and may i also ask of u--- zarina teaching hakuno how to dance :clownpensive: I WOULD ABSOLUTELY DIE FOR THAT IMAGE OKAYYYY idk idk just the thought of them doing anything together is making me vibrate at 200mph 🏃‍♂️💨💨 and i'm also laughing bc as you know, hakuno is so :| and stoic and the Densest Ever, anything that even the best flirt in the whole world tries would simply fly over her head methinks but if zarina sweeps her off her feet?? literally?? SHE WOULD BE BLUSHING SO HARD AGFKSHGHEJFJDJ (not so secret fact: moon girls are weak to bridal carries) and i love that image honestly bc just the idea of these two lovely ladies being like the Epitome of grace and beauty as they dance together but them being so goofy in the next second (me imagining gremlin zarina and a huffy pouty andstillblushing hakuno sgfjhs) is SO CUTEEE

ALSO-- I STILL HAVE UR STARTER SITTIN IN MY DRAFTS, HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN OFC ! and ngl I RLLY RLLY WANT 2 THROW HAKUNO AT ZARINA'S WORLD!!!! WANT HER TO EXPERIENCE THAT WORLD AND LEARN MORE THINGS THRU ZARINA (MAYHAPS⁉️⁉️) because oh my gosh can i just say i am so in love with the story u've crafted for her.... mad respect 2 u ren!!! it's been a while tho n my memory's so bad so i def need a reread (and a lil sidenote here-- but pls know that when i first read ur docs for zarina i was actually thinking i'll get to reading all the files with dem story lore some other time but nope! ENDED UP READING EM ALL IN ONE GO BABYYYY falling in luv with miss sokolova at 2am hits different i tell u) BUT YES I'M JUST 😭😭😭🥺🥺 VERY EXCITED FOR THESE TWO IN GENERAL!!!!! i feel like there is sooooooo much potential for just whaddahell kinda dynamic neutral good hakuno n neutral good zarina could have and i'm super excited to explore it!!!! ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S WITH A WRITER AS WONDERFUL AS URSELF WEHEHE 💖💖