#turns out they were just drunk and scared of a spider

[mycological-mariner]

Everyone here is posting poetical about September, reblogging art and quotes about how it’s finally September. Yeah it may be like for you lot, for me it’s September by the way the streets are unwalkable and the public transport is flooded with university students moving in

[drefear]

Imagine reader artist, who loves to draw Miguel. And the other day she's just drawing naked Miguel's body. He saw it and just smirks and say: "I've got bigger than that" or "I could show/pose for accuracy"

TW: raunchy smut, Dom!miguel, fem reader, smut with no plot.

A/N: I wrote half of this while at work and a little drunk. So here ya go. Also currently in the process of writing a part two.

Miguel’s face filled your sketchbook, his back in his spider suit, his mask, every angle you could find him at. You often sat in his office for hours while he did reports, sketching him and drawing him. You loved using different mediums and colors, giving him new features and styles. You specifically loved practicing drawing his broad body and sculpted as-

Ahem. Legs.

Yes, ok, fine, you had a small crush on your boss, whatever, no big deal.

You would purposefully finish all of your work as fast as possible so you could sit back and draw him. And because you weren’t loud or annoying, and everything was always done on time and orderly, he let you.

But one mission in particular made him stressed out, and as you watched him filling out data about the anomaly he’d just captured, he glitched his suit down his torso and injected himself with that mysterious green liquid, entrancing you for those glorious few seconds.

It was very obvious he had a nice body, duh. But you never let your mind go too far in imagining him out of his suit, scared to go into a territory you couldn’t back out of.

And now you did, drawing his torso and pecks, shading his abs, and this got you curious about more.

Lower.

Biting your lip, you sat in the cafeteria a few days later. You purposefully sat with your back to a wall, making sure no one could sneak up on you and see what you were drawing, as you drew him laying down. His arms splayed behind his head, face relaxed, as you defined his leg muscles. As you finished the piece of art, the only area you’d avoided was his groin.

And now you stared at the empty area of art, knee bouncing from anxiety about how you were supposed to draw this. You had no reference for him. Yes, you’d seen dicks before, obviously. You lived in a universe with unrestricted internet access, so it’s not like you’d never been around the block, but here you were, blushing like a 15 year old just because of a dick.

Drawing and then erasing and drawing, you repeated the process a few times before you heard someone click their tongue in front of you. You’d been so consumed by what you were doing, you didn’t even feel your spider senses or hear them come close.

Miguel stood with an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips, eyeing you curiously. “Why are you so jumpy?” He asked and you snatched the book in front of you to your chest, stuttering some bullshit answer about too much caffeine. He just nodded and continued giving you a new order.

You got up from your seat and moved to follow him to his cold, dark lair area. As you were about to step onto his platform, you tripped and your hands flew out to stabilize your fall. As you did, the notebook flew across the floor and slid as your vision blurred from how fast you’d collapsed, getting up slowly and rolling your shoulders. You reached to where the sketch book had fallen, but it was no longer there.

No.

NO.

It was between his fingers, as he flipped through the pages slowly, eyeing your work with his brows furrowed, focused. You jumped towards him and he just turned his back, making you feel like you ran into a wall. You reached around him and he webbed your wrist to the table beside you, still not tearing his eyes from your work.

“Stop, that’s private! Give it back!” You shouted and he rolled his eyes briefly.

“It’s all drawings of me, I think I’m allowed to see-“ and his words stopped as he flipped to the newest page.

The nude drawing of him.

You gulped as his expression became unreadable, stoic, and your eyes flashed between the art and him. “I-I was just practicing forms and poses-“

“It’s… inaccurate.” He spoke lowly before your eyes blinked for a moment, confused.

“What do you mean?”

He walked to you and stood tall, bending down slightly to stare directly into your eyes. His mouth turned up at the ends and his eyes glittered with something you’d never seen in him before.

Turning the book back to you and showing you your own drawing, he smirked deeper.

“I’m much bigger.” His eyes were almost challenging you, making your blood run ice cold, and you felt his hands yank your body against his. “Do you want to see for reference?”

And then his watch made a loud sound, Lyla popping up to explain some anomaly on earth number whatever. He groaned and turned to walk out. “I’ll be back once this is done. Don’t go anywhere because When I do return, we’re continuing where we left off.”

Then he was gone and you stood, mouth agape from the whole exchange. You thought it might take a while for him to capture this anomaly, so You’d decided to go back to your own universe in preparation, showering and fixing yourself up. You bit your nail nervously as you thought about it all. Was he serious? No way, right…?

As you stood in the bathroom mirror, the sound of a portal opening cut through your mind like a knife, making your body rush into your living room. You gripped the towel tight around your torso as you saw Miguel walk out of the colorful dimension behind him and into yours. The portal closed and with that, his mask disintegrated so you could see his face. A bit tired, he still had a less-than-enthusiastic expression on.

“I thought I told you not to go anywhere.” He repeated and you stood stuff as a board, now a bit scared. He took slow, calculated steps towards you as your head tilted back to continue watching him. “Inaccurate and disobedient. I have a lot to teach you, don’t I?” His index finger hooked under your chin as he smirked and grabbed your hand with his free one, pulling you into your bathroom. He looked around for a second before hitting a button on his watch and letting the fabric disappear.

You bit your lip as your eyes took full advantage of his exposed skin. “You- it-“

“Yeah. I know.” He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, bending you over your counter with your hand breached against your back. “Now I want you to really study how I fuck you, so that you get a good look at how big I am, and how easy I can maneuver this body.” He whispered into your damp hair and pushed down, then ripping the towel away and throwing it out of the bathroom completely.

His eyes stared down at your weeping cunt and he licked his lips. “I’ll be tasting you another time. Today, I want you to really feel my size.” He was cocky, and he had a right to be. His dick was huge, almost alarmingly big.

The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and you clenched your jaw. “It’s gonna hurt, but I’ll go slow. That way you can feel good and still learn.” He cooed in a teasing tone and your eyes found his in the mirror, watching intently as he began to push into you. The sudden width he was stretching you to was mind numbing and your knees began to buckle, but he just held you up with one hand, the other still guiding himself into you.

“Co��o, your sucking me in so nicely, might not even need to slow down.” He spoke and your eyes were rolling back from his words, to which you snapped out of once his hand that was holding you up held your face harshly towards the mirror. “No slacking, little girl. You better keep your eyes on my cock.”

Halfway inside, and you were already fluttering around him, on the verge of orgasm. “That’s it, sucia, cum on my cock. It’ll be the first time of many.” You shivered at his words, feeling him sink in further and immediately orgasming. The rolls of pleasure washing through you made him grunt as his hips couldn’t help but rut into you harshly. The lack of prep had you feeling everything he was giving you, hyper aware of your insides wrapping around him.

“Mm, wanna fuck me back? Grind back onto my cock? Paciencia, Nena.” He instructed as you kept trying to get him in further. Wrapping a hand around your torso, he tweeked at your nipples and made you gasp from the sensation. “That’s it,” he mumbled.

Finally, smirked, he chuckled darkly as you tried once more to thrust backwards. “Fine, you asked for it.” He met your eyes in the mirror, now blood red and swirling with the threat as he snapped his hips forward and forced the rest of him into you, making you gargle out a strained sound in shock and pleasure. The pain was beautiful, and began to subside quickly as you felt him twitch. He hit every spot and more, feeling new depths and points of pleasure.

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he started a slightly faster pace. Your body jiggled from the movements and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled your apartment, your mouth hanging open as your eyes never left were his dick was buried into you. He smiled, enjoying the way you watched his cock disappear into you over and over, and you felt the pressure building once more. How he bullied your cunt and grinned while doing it made you burst, tears breaking free and a scream ripping through you as your pussy squeezed him.

“Fuck, so tight.” He groaned, head now falling back and he kept going, beginning to chase his own high. Your mind had shut off now, fucked practically stupid on his cock and he rocking into you mercilessly. His speed was unmatched and he moved to pick up your hips to meet his, closing the gap your height difference had created, and finally having him slam into you until his hips met your ass, making you choke on your own oxygen from the absolute brutal beating he was giving your cervix.

He slid one hand to the back of your neck and pressed you further into the counter top of your sink, forcing your pert nipples to meet the cold marble and you cried out more, barely able to push back against him now as you were trapped between his body and your bathroom’s confinements with only your top toes touching the floor. Your face was streaked with tears as he grunted and let out ragged breaths.

“The perfect little pussy, so perfect for my cock. You can take it, little artist. You wanted to draw my cock so badly, now you have the perfect image to do it. Fucked deep inside of you. Draw us like this for me, yeah? I wanna see it everyday. Or should I just fuck you every day instead?” His words tumbled from his mouth like an avalanche and you could feel his cock about to burst, making you teeter over that cliff as well. “That’s it, strangle my cock. Cum all over me, niña, paint me with your cute cunt.” He demanded and you obliged, feeling a shooting electric sensation rip out of you. Suddenly, you were both a bit wet between the thighs and he was mesmerized by what he saw. Your juices squirt all over him and he came instantly after seeing that, pounding into you as far as he could and forcing his cum the deepest it could be inside of you.

Both of you were unmoving as you caught your breath, a layer of sweat covering you both as you stared at each other in the mirror. No words could describe what had just happened and Miguel smiled once more, which prompted you to ask.

“What?”

“You need to get a mirror by your bed. Because I want to do this to you every day.” He watched your eyes widen in the mirror in front of you both as he licked your neck from behind and sinking his fangs into your soft skin, jutting his hips once more and making you realize he was still hard.

“For art purposes.”

Part two is out!

[hanmaitani]

Moving

PAIRING - Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader WC - 1.1K GENRE - fluff CW - mentions of drinking, mentions of spiders SYNOPSIS - when kiyoomi comes home after drinking with the team, he's not sure if his roommate had gone crazy...

“Get on the table, Kiyoo!” That was the first thing that Kiyoomi heard when he stepped into his shared apartment. That, immediately followed by a tug on his shirt as you tugged at him to join you on the higher surface.

“What?” He cinched his eyebrows together as he looked at you thoroughly confused. “Why would I-”

"Don’t argue. Just do it." You cut him off and tugged more. He groaned and tilted his head back before clambering up to crouch on the table with you.

“Can you tell-” He glared as you cut him off with a soft ‘shh’ and a finger to your lips. His soft eye roll didn’t stop him from complying, however; lowering his voice to a whisper. “Y/n,” you hummed softly in acknowledgement, “why are we on the coffee table right now.”

“Listen carefully Kiyoomi.” You whispered, giving him a deadly serious look. "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound." Kiyoomi stared at you, lips parting in confusion and eyes widening, a look that clearly conveyed he thought you’d hit your head. “It can hear you Kiyoomi. They sense your fear!”

He sighed but decided to play along with what he was sure was your game of the night. “What can sense your fear? What are you scared of?”

“Okay, here’s the plan.” You muttered, ignoring him and waving your hands. Kiyoomi was sure that you had lost it while he was gone for the day. He’d have to have you committed and find a new roommate. But he couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as you whispered adamantly, ready to spell out a whole escape plan. “So, I think we’re safe here right now, but if it senses us it’ll follow us out here.”

“What is going to follow us?”

“Hush, Kiyoo, lemme finish!” You whined lightly as you eyed the entrance to the kitchen across the room. “Okay so, once we get down, we run.” You nodded and Kiyoomi caught himself watching the way your head bobbed gently, eyes determined with a small sparkle. He chuckled lightly as he watched you. “You gotta pack your things.” His attention snapped back to your words and he tilted his head in confusion. “But only the essentials! No time!” You exclaimed quietly, turning your gaze back to him for confirmation that he heard you.

“Slow down.” Kiyoomi requested, shaking his head lightly as he tried to keep up. “What are we doing?”

“We’re moving out.” You looked at him seriously. He shook his head as if that would help him hear better, blinking at you slowly. “Kiyoomi, there’s a spider in the kitchen, we’re leaving."

You looked so serious about it but Kiyoomi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the absurdness of it all. “Kiyoo!” You drew out his name in disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” He laughed again, and tucked his head low, trying to stifle his laughter. “I thought there was something really wrong.”

“Kiyoo, it was huge! We can’t live here anymore!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi’s laugh echoed and got a little louder.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he looked back up at you, his eyes sparkling as he bit his lip, laugh bubbling out of him again. You whined his name again and he laughed. “God, I’m sorry I love you.” He froze as soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just said. “Fuck.” He breathed out.

“I’m sorry, what?” You stared at him in shock, blinking at him in disbelief.

“Oh wow.” Kiyoomi, sat down on top of the table, shaking his head lightly. "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." It was then that you remembered that the reason he’d come home late was because the team had convinced him to go out. Then, that you noticed his cheeks were a little pinker that usual, curls a little messier as he sat there, breathing a little uneven.

“Kiyoomi, did you-” You swallowed as you sat, suddenly forgetting about the spider predicament in the other room. You cleared your throat as you looked at him and he looked back up at you, smile softly on his lips.

“Well, cat’s out of the bag I suppose.” He chuckled lightly as he stared at you. He took a deep breath and twitched his nose a bit. “I love you.” He let out a soft snort right then too. “I’m glad I’m drunk.”

“Kiyoo-”

"Listen,” he mumbled, shaking his head again, “I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back.” He quirked a smile as he watched your face contort, trying to process the information being thrown at you. “I don’t need to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know."

“Kiyoo-”

“I know that-”

“Kiyoo, shut up!” You exclaimed, tired of being cut off by the man. He looked softer like this, when his guard wasn’t up and he wasn’t glaring at something. Vulnerable, baring his feelings to you, in a way that was totally him. Blunt and to the point, not at all dancing around the truth. You decided to pay him the same courtesy. “Kiyoomi, I love you too, you dumbass.”

“You do?” It was his turn to look at you shocked now, eyes wide. It was like he was frozen in place, brain trying to catch up to the words his ears heard. He chuckled as he leaned forward slightly, small smile on his lips as he finally processed the words. “You do.”

You nodded lightly, trying to bite back the laughter that bubbled in your chest. “So.” You drew out the word with a puff of air out your nose. "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

“Yeah.” Kiyoomi smiled as he leaned towards you. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he drew you closer to him. You easily fell on top of him with a laugh that was quickly silence by his lips on yours.

“Hey Kiyoo,” you mumbled as you pulled away from him slightly. He hummed in acknowledgement, lips trying to chase yours down again. “We still have to move because of the spider.”

Kiyoomi let out a loud laugh as shook his head at you, bright smile on his lips. “Shut up.” He chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours again.

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[webslingingslasher]

if trouble needed peter during the breakup do you think she’d still be able to call?

yes. and i will now expand, thank u.

peter stares down at his phone, it's not that he's against answering, it's that he doesn't think you meant to call him. or maybe you're drunk and want to berate him.

either way he'd hear your voice and that would be really nice.

'hello?'

'hey.'

okay, you meant to call him. you don't sound drunk, you sound sad.

'everything okay?'

a slight muffle, you switch ears. 'no, not really. i'm lost.'

'on what?' you breathe out a laugh, peter smiles.

'no, actually lost. i was... i'm sorry, i don't mean to hit you where it hurts but i was out with this guy and he ditched me and i have no fucking idea where i am and my phone's about to die.'

peter's quiet, he's all you have right now.

'you're my only hope, obi-wan.' a cheap shot at help, peter appreciates the effort.

'it's- help me, obi-wan kenobi, you're my only hope.'

your turn to smile. 'close enough.'

peter slowly moves around, patting down his pockets to make sure he has everything. 'it's late, trouble. why were you ditched?'

you laugh, but it's not funny. 'you know, it sucks to say that you're the only guy that never threw a temper tantrum when i didn't wanna fuck.'

ouch, a slight sting. it feels better to know it didn't happen, painful to think it could. 'at least i was good at something.'

'well... you weren't terrible at the sex either. you were good enough you scared me from getting it anywhere else, don't know if you can say the same.'

peter closes his eyes when he breathes in, you haven't hooked up with anyone else either. 'if you're asking, no, i haven't hooked up with anyone.'

'i didn't ask.' ah, that's what peter was waiting for. the bait of a question, to turn around and pretend you didn't care what the answer was. peter knows you're just as relieved that he hasn't either.

'where am i going, trouble?' you give him street names, his heart stutters. it's far, it's late, and it's definitely not safe.

'you're outside? nowhere for you to go?'

'when i say ditched, i mean it. if it wasn't so weird i'd ask you to kick his ass.' peter kind of wants you to ask, he'd do it gladly. and half of it wouldn't even be because he left you hanging.

'how much battery do you have left?' a brief pause, you're checking.

'three percent.'

peter hates what he's about to say, but hates the idea of you with a dead phone even more. 'okay, hang up and i'll come find you.' for a second he thinks you did, until you push out the real reason you called him.

'i'm scared.' so you called him, your protector, your safety blanket.

'i'm coming, i promise.' he's already out of the house, walking one half of the way and he'll cut his time in half by swinging the rest. 'ten minutes, maybe less. i might even break out a light jog for you.'

you look around, there's no one. it feels even more eerie, you're still on three percent. 'do i really have to hang up?' leaving out the 'i need to hear your voice to make everything okay.'

'i want you to save what you have, just in case.'

'okay.' it's not, you can feel your chest tighten and the urge to cry. everything sucks and you just really want peter which somehow makes things simultaneously worse and better.

'hey, peter?' you think you'll regret it.

'yeah?'

'can i spend the night?' you count the seconds. two.

'yeah, of course. always. anytime, you know that.'

you smile, he's still your peter. 'thank you. and thanks for coming to save me.'

'it's kind of my job, some even call me a hero.'

'okay, obi-wan.'

'more like spider-man.'

'oh, you're so full of yourself. you wish you were spider-man.'

peter kisses his teeth, 'no, i really am.'

'then spider-man better come save me in five minutes, otherwise what's the point?'

'oh? is that the way i win you back?'

it's not so jokey anymore, in fact peter thinks your phone died. but no, still connected. before he can say that he wasn't thinking and that he's sorry and he was joking you answer him.

'i don't think it would hurt.' 

[elliesspacewalker]

“Me and the devil walking side by side”

summary: you lived in a small town in Jackson, you went to a small high school with your best friend Ellie, Dina and Jesse… everything was normal, until it wasn’t.

cw: 18+, no smut but a lot of gore, mentions of substance use (weed and alcohol), usage of alcohol, mentions of schizophrenia and psychosis, mentions of drugging but no drugging, mentions of spiders for all you lil people who are scared of them (don’t worry i am too), mentions of murder, semi demon/vampire.

“y/n?”

…

“y/n?!”

…

y/n” Ellie says, putting her hand on your shoulder to make sure you’re okay “you okay? you look like you’ve just seen a ghost”

Technically, she isn’t wrong. although, it wasn’t a ghost you saw while you were zoned out. it was more of a…. vision? but you didn’t know what to think of it because it was blurry and oh shit you’re lost in thought again.

You shake your head fast and turn to Ellie “yeah. i’m good, you good??” a nervous chuckle left your lips, ellie’s piercing green eyes staring at you—they’re soft yet powerful eyes, it always made you smile.

She smiles back understanding your nervous chuckle, she laughs a bit and then confirms she is doing okay as well.

“you wanna go get something to eat?” Ellie asks in a soft voice, you nod and both go downstairs. Joel, ellie’s father was sitting at the table sipping on coffee (just how he always does) “watcha want?”

“uh, whatever you want” you reply back, her voice more unsteady now “oh i’ve already eaten. i’m full” that’s weird, you had been with ellie all day and hadn’t seen her eat once, maybe she snuck some food into the bathroom when you weren’t looking so you brush it off as nothing…

“I gotta get home, thanks for having me!” you smile and give her a hug, thanking joel for letting you come over—the walk home was how it always was, you lived up the road from ellie and although it was close, it was getting dark.

“hey ma! i’m home!” you shout out as you open the front door, yet another sight to come home to your dad sipping on a beer and watching the tv, it felt odd to see your mom watching the tv so you walk over to see the news…

“a young boy found dead, police have confirmed he was a 14-year-old boy from the high school here in Jackson, his name being James Reed, if there are any witness’s who may have seen something happen please contact the police immediately” the lady on the news explains, leaving you and your mother shocked, your dad just scoffs “probably got drunk and fell over himself”

“the bite marks found on him are not identified by scientists and we recommend everyone stays indoors at night time” the woman explains further, leaving your dad with wide eyes as he realises this is more serious than he thought.

“no more going out at night” your mother says, “but mom?”

“no buts, don’t want to find you dead, no more going to ellie’s late at night otherwise you’ll have to stay home or sleep over at hers” you let out a sigh… “fine”

—

Throughout the night you have trouble sleeping, a constant ringing and talking in your ear— you’ve always experienced these, especially after smoking weed for the first time, a constant assumption it was just psychosis… Eventually these distorted words got louder and louder and you couldn’t handle it anymore, pulling your hands up to your ear and sitting up in bed, back pressing against your headboard…

“t-ehy wabt ta gat you” the voices grew louder and louder, your body covered in sweat as you try to remain calm…

“you- cannot escape this” the one clear voice you’ve gotten, though it didn’t sound like someone you knew- that’s when it all stopped, as soon as the voice realised it had disoriented you and made you beyond paranoid… you could barely function, the fear that someone could be fucking with your head- maybe someone drugged you, maybe i’m insane, maybe something is wrong with you?

these ideas bouncing around your head left and right before you finally fell into a deep sleep, a coma like state, you couldn’t feel your body- it was numb to the world and your senses felt like they were gone, it started with an itch on your neck when you were in such a deep sleep, you scratch it and immediately it went away, but the burning sensation didn’t go away…

Waking up was difficult, getting almost no sleep you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth- you grabbed your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth, it’s when you looked in the mirror and saw two bite marks, they weren’t deep but looked like spider bites almost.

you shrugged and went downstairs to tell your dad there were spiders in your room again.

“brekky?” your mom asks, you nod. “how’d you sleep?” your mothers voice calm and relaxed, you just lie and say it was good.

“fantastic” she butters your toast and gives it to you, you sit down at the table and start eating-

that’s when everything around you looked distorted in a way, you could make out what was around you but it just didn’t feel right- the voices were back.

i

“you enjoying the food?” the voice asks, you look around you confused “no one can hear it” it adds on, you don’t know if you should talk or just talk via your mind, you pull a hair strand behind your ear as you start to sweat up a bit… your mom taking notice and asking if you’re okay, your pupils blown big and your actions erratic “school! now, bye!” your words didn’t make sense but you couldn’t control over what you said, almost like you were being controlled.

I know this is short but when i have more inspiration to write i will, promise. I just had this as a draft for wayyy too long.. should i make a part 2 tho? that’s the better question..

[pitchsidestories]

New Year's Eve Party (5) II Lucy Bronze x Reader

New Year's Eve Party Masterlist (all previous parts can be found here) I Word count: 2229

“We need to put an end to this suffering tonight.”, Keira declared in a serious tone. Aitana’s sister was nodding approvingly with her head: “I agree but how?” The English midfielder, the current ballon d’or winner and she were watching Lucy looking lovesick at her crush from afar.  Dramatically Keira hid her face so she couldn’t see how her close friend was behaving: “This is so pathetic.”  

“Girls you sound brutal in your judgement.”, Aitana laughed. The English national team player shrugged it off: “Oh please, that has been going on all year.”  “And we just want to help her because the whole team knows even Jonatan does and he normally has zero clue about such things.”, the Catalonian sister interjected with a frustrated groan. 

A small smile appeared on the Spanish midfielder’s lips: “I agree that it’s bad if even Jonatan knows. But what we do?”  “Now that’s the important question.”, Keira replied gravely. While Aitana’s sister suggested smirking:” We could get them drunk.” More diplomatic the older of the two answered:” Or just confront them with their feelings?”  “I got it. We’ll lock them in a room.”, the English midfielder announced with a triumphantly grin on her face. “Good idea, guest room?”, Fridolina Rolfös girlfriend thought out loud.

Unconvinced Keira pressed on: “Don’t you have something smaller like a storage room or something?” “Frido won’t like that.. but yes, we too.”, Aitana’s sister admitted blushing. The Spanish midfielder meanwhile put layers to their plan:” So we send them each individually to get something from there and when we lock the door for a couple of minutes and see what happens?” “Sounds like a horrible plan. Let’s do it.”, the woman of the house concluded grinning.

Lucy was already slightly tipsy when her fellow countrywoman reached out to her:“Kei, hi.” “Lucy? Can you help me with something?”, Keira asked the defender innocently. Warmly she replied: “Sure.” “Follow me.”, the midfielder demanded earnestly.

Curiously the dark-haired woman nodded into the open storage room: “So, for what exactly do you need my help? Is there a spider inside?”  “Yes. One of those that I hate. You know, tiny bodies and super long legs?”, Keira answered with big, scared eyes. Confidently Lucy waved at her:” Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and bring the spider to the garden.”

Just as she went into the storage room the door was shot and a key ultimately locked her in. But the English woman was not shrieking because of that sound, a familiar voice behind her did. Loudly you protested: “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What are you doing in here?“, Lucy asked in confusion. “I was supposed to get something for Aitanas sister and Frido.“, you explained, gesturing towards the shelves in the dark. Lucy huffed; “And I was supposed to save Keira from a spider.“ “Then why on earth would they lock us in that tiny space? Is this a sick joke?“ Your voice got angrier with each word.

You tried to turn the door knob again in hopes that the door would open when suddenly the light turned on. With a nonchalant shrug, your team mate replied; “At least I found the light switch.“ Finally, you let go of the door and wrapped your arms around yourself. You cursed yourself for wearing a sleeveless dress. This storage room was a lot colder than the rest of the house. “This makes it slightly less scary.“

“Are you cold?“, the defender asked, noticing you shiver slightly. “It’s definitely colder than the other rooms, right?“, you posed another question without answering Lucys. The English player raised her eyebrow; “Yeah, this thing has no heating and significantly less people. Here, take this.“ She took off her blazer and handed it to you. Gratefully, you wrapped it around your shoulders but quickly realized that Lucy only wore a plain suit vest underneath it. For a moment, her muscular arms caught your attention before you started to feel bad; “But won’t you get cold now?“

Another cool shrug from your team mate followed; “We can share it if this goes on for longer.“ “I’m sure they soon get bored of their own joke.“, you tried to remain positive. Lucy flashed you a wry grin; “I mean that’s one way to start the new year.“ “Yeah, it’s surely unforgettable.“, you agreed somewhere between being annoyed and wanting to laugh about the absurdity of this situation. “To be honest, I’d like to get out of here before midnight.“, your team mate admitted with a laugh and sat down on the floor, have back against the cold wall.

You nodded in agreement while following suit; “Me too. Have you tasted the food already? It’s really delicious.“ “It is really good.“, she nodded. There was a few moments of silence, followed by a sigh from Lucy; “We should have brought a bottle of champagne with us.“ As soon as she mentioned it, a bottle of wine on the shelf caught your eye; “Oh my god.“ You got up to take it; “It’s not champagne… but it’s something.“

You gave the bottle to Lucy who carefully studied the label and then skilfully uncorked it for you; “I’ll take it. I bet Frido won’t have a problem with it.“ She offered it to you to have the first sip. The wine tasted delicious, sweet with fruity flavours. You gave it back to her; “Here you go.“ “Oh, that tastes expensive.“, Lucy commented as soon as the first sip hit her tongue.

Laughing, you replied; “Of course it’s expensive. This is Fridos household.“ With a grin, Lucy tilted the bottle into your direction; “Good point.“ “Cheers.“, you said as you took the wine back from her. You passed the bottle back and forth, each taking big gulps of the flavourful drink.

Expectantly the defender looked at you: “It’s good right?” “Yes, it’s tasty.”, you admitted, your cheeks already turning slightly red because of the alcohol. At least you tried to blame it on that and not the looks your teammate was sending across the small space.

Clearing her throat Lucy was putting her arms around herself trying to make herself feel warmer:” You were right, it’s really cold in here.” “Better?”, you asked, pulling her into a hug and covering you both with her blazer.  Grateful the English player mumbled:”Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Lucia.”, you told her. The defender threw a brow up:” Lucia?” “You don’t like me calling you like that?”, you laughed.

An amused smile danced on her lips: “No one calls me that except for my mum.” “Sorry. It just reminded me of home, it’s a pretty common name in Portugal.”, you tried to explain your connection to Lucy’s same. Shock was written all over her face:” How did I not know you’re from Portugal?”  

“I guess we didn’t talk that much over the year, to be honest it felt like you were avoiding me..so I thought you might not like me.”, nervously you put a loose string of your hair back your ear. Something in the sincerity in her voice made your heart beat faster:  “I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“But we did not really talk much either.”, you remarked.  Quietly the defender agreed: “No, that’s true.”  “See? But why? Is it because you hate me?”, you pressed on. Immediately Lucy scoffed:  “I don’t hate you, that’s ridiculous.”  “It’s a little. I mean you wouldn’t have lent me your blazer if you did, right?”, you admitted with a shy grin. Your grin was reflected on the dark-haired woman’s face: “No, and we wouldn’t be drinking wine and talk if I didn’t like you.” “Sorry.”, you apologized in a whisper.

Determined she shook her head: “Don’t worry. It’s not on you. I was very distant.” “But why?”, the question was out of your mouth even though deep down in your heart you could already sense the true answer to it.  What followed was your teammates confession:“ I thought you were distractingly hot.” “Distractingly hot, huh?”, you teased her. In a playful tone Lucy continued:” It’s the end of the year, it’s time for confessions.”

“When why did not you say something the whole year?”, you wanted to know baffled. The English player answered smiling: “Bit weird, isn’t it? Just showing up after training to tell you’re hot.” “Yes, to be fair no one feels hot after training, we all just want to take a shower and a nap.”, you replied understandingly.  You felt Lucys arms pulling you into an even closer hug when she joked: “Oh, that’s what you say, I thought you looked your hottest all sweaty.”

“Can we switch off the lights again? You make me blush with that weird compliment!“, you asked, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Lucy seemed to enjoy watching you. Determinedly, she shook her head; “No, the lights stay on.“ Rolling your eyes, you heaved a sigh; “Okay, I guess it’s time for my confession.“ “Go ahead?“ “I was really sad about the thought that you might hate me because I did find that you were quite a talented and hot player.“, you whispered in Portuguese. Your team mate smirked at you; “What now, talented or hot?“ “Can’t it be both?“, you asked innocently.

Lucy nodded, apparently satisfied with your answer; “It can be. I’ll take that compliment.“ “It’s better than the sweaty one!“, you protested. Unimpressed, Lucy grimaced at you; “Oh come on. You can’t take a joke? That takes away a lot of your hotness.“ You rolled your eyes; “Rude!“ Lucy answered with a soft chuckle. Gently, you tilted your head; “So you would not like to kiss me right now?“ You didn’t fail to notice that the defenders eyes got bright at your suggestion but she shook her head; “No.“ “Okay.“, you shrugged. You could tell she was lying from the way her gaze got caught on your lips. “But I do want to kiss you at midnight.“, she continued her answer with a grin.

You held your breath for a second, the sound of her words sending shivers down your spine even more than the chill of the room itself. At the same exact moment, you both looked up as something clicked in the lock and the door was left open. “The door is open!“, you almost yelled and got up from the floor. Lucy followed close behind you; “Finally!“ When you stepped out of the small storage room, there was no one to be seen. Everyone was busy enjoying the party. Whoever was responsible for this must have disappeared somewhere in the crowd.

Only Aitana passed you two, looking excited; “Here you are! We’re all on the balcony to watch the fireworks!“ Lucy didn’t fall for her innocent demeanour; “Thanks for letting us out in time.“ Keira appeared with two small bowls that she handed to you; “You’re welcome. Here are some grapes.“ “Uhm, thanks, I guess?“; Lucy looked from the grapes back to her fellow English woman. I contrast to her, you immediately knew what was going on. You gave Keira a smile; “Oh, perfect. Thank you.“ On your way outside, Keira explained to Lucy; “It’s a Spanish tradition.“ The night sky was perfectly clear and the air was crisp and fresh so close to midnight. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you, Lucia.“, you grinned up at her. “Show me?“, Lucy repeated, laughing.

Smiling bright you commanded her: “Open your mouth.” “I like where it’s going.”, the defender grinned dirty. Giggling you told her:“Oh, trust me, me too.” “Is this a challenge on how many grapes I can fit in my mouth?”, she asked curiously. Amused you enlightened her on the Spanish tradition: “You’re supposed to eat one grape with each clock strike.” “Those are the twelve grapes of luck.”, Aitana added. With a wink you said to the English player:“So, stop talking and start chewing.” “Easy.”, Lucy replied.

Satisfied you watched her start eating:“There you go.” “She still understood it wrong.”, Keira observed and rolling her eyes at her fellow country woman. The Spanish midfielder seemed very happy with what was going on as she concluded: “But at least she’s quiet for once.” “So nice.”, Mapi teased her good friend in the team. With a half full mouth Lucy mumbled: “Not funny.” “I think it’s.”, Keira interjected.

Now the dark-haired woman turned to you:” Where are your grapes?” “Here.”, you held up your bowl so she could see the fruits in them. Chuckling Lucy gave you an audible push:” Let’s hurry up with eating then.” “Go, go!”, Mapi, Ingrid and their girlfriend cheered on you as if you were making an important goal in an all or nothing match when in reality it was just eating grapes.

Watching you eat them in a rapid tempo, the English defender gave you worried glances:” Don’t choke, okay?” “I’m okay.”, you reassured her laughing. Relieved Lucy replied: “I hope so.” “Don’t worry we take care of your luck, Lucy.”, Aitana winked at her. “Oh, I know. The door didn’t close itself on us.”, the dark-haired woman answered promptly.

As the clock stroked midnight you exclaimed happily:” Happy New Year, girls!” “This is going to be a very happy new year for me.”, Lucy observed with a cheeky grin on her face before giving you a passionate kiss. You could already taste that 2024 was going to be exciting.

We hope you had a great start into 2024 and had fun reading our little series of companion oneshots. As usual we'd love to read from you in the comments or yoi to like our post, either way is really appreciated.

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Domestic Bliss

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: early smut, penetration, a loving husband, throwing up (later on and not in great detail), pregnancy scare, non use of “protection”

word count: 1.1k

Before Reading: established relationship, married couple who lives together, he’s showing his love language of service and is so sweet, there is a pregnancy mention at the very end and i plan on a part 2, if you don’t like that pls don’t read <3

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"Mige, please,"

you grabbed onto the bed sheet next to you, gripping the soft surface tightly as you knew you were slowly becoming cock drunk on Miguel’s relentless pace inside you.

Another orgasm was building its way up, your abused clit being overstimulated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

It's the sixth round tonight and you could feel the slow dragging tiredness creep into your consciousness. You loved it, every round and ounce of attention you received from the man who towered you made your heart skip a thousand beats, but when it was this late? You needed a break.

You grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just harder than normal as the stream of Spanish mumbling of: "tu eres mio, tu eres solo mio, te amo, te amo mucho, " finally came to a halt.

He looked up, suddenly aware of your overstimulation. He pulled out in an instant, pushing your hair out of your face, feeling your temperature and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Fuck, mi amor, i'm sorry. Lemme go grab you some water and let's get you cleaned up ok?”

You reached up and grabbed his hand, a lazy smile drawn on your face.

"Baby just stay, please. Just for a little, okay?" He nodded and leaned back down to kiss you temple before promising he'd grab a towel and come right back.

Miguel ran from the kitchen to the bathroom, multitasking as he filled a cup with ice cold water and wet a towel while bringing another one to dry you.

He returned, somehow having pre-cut fruit in a bowl too.

You laughed to yourself; he had definitely planned this out and had that prepared earlier today.

The wet towel was dabbled along your forehead and behind your neck, he cleaned your thighs and gently allowed the cloth to freshen your intimate area as well, a loving expression never once leaving his face.

You sat up, insisting you could put your own hair up as he handed you the fruit and placed the water on the nightstand.

"Here, mami,” his shirts were always big on you, a man with the shoulders the size of a whole kid was bound to wear a few sizes up.

Setting the fruit aside you pulled him into the bed next to you, taking the water and placing it to his lips.

"Drink, baby. You always do this like you don't need to be taken care of, too." He smiled, taking a few gulps of the liquid before turning it to you to do the same.

He looked over you, admiring his plentiful red and purple love bites scattering your skin. He could never stop looking. It quite honestly might be his favorite sight in the world.

You put the glass down, watching him pull on some boxers before cuddling up to you.

"What, I don't get underwear but you do?"

He nodded, pulling your head to his chest gently as he felt sleep slowly come to claim his time.

“Mhm, baby you don't need those," a peck on your hair, “m’ can grab some of my boxers if you want. I know you like them.”

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Squinting as you felt the suns’ light practically harassing your eye awake, you immediately grasped the area next to you as you realized Miguel was gone.

You sat up, alarms going off in your head as you made a mental recheck of everything he had told you he was doing today; which was nothing.

Where was- the smell of bacon filled your senses as your anxiety washed away.

You flipped the covers and reluctantly climbed out of the warm cocoon that was your bed, turning to gather the dishes from the night before and finding them gone.

“Swear to the fucking spider gods this man is always two steps ahead,” you rubbed your eyes, stepping into your fluffy matching slippers and trudging to the kitchen.

You were met with a sight hand crafted by the gods.

The sizzling sound of bacon and the rejuvenating smell of freshly squeezed orange juice filled your senses. The one responsible, a complete marble sculpture of a man, stood with him back turned to you and soaking in the morning sunlight.

This is it. This is peak. If anything ever happened that changed this reality you might just have to end it all.

Miguel noticed your presence, smiling instantly and nodding towards the food cooking.

“Mi sol, ven aquí. I didn’t even notice you.”

You nodded lazily, coming behind him and resting your arms around his waist. Planting a kiss on his back before resting your head against it.

“Baby, why’re you up so early?”

He rubbed circles against the back of your hand, covering yours with his, “When the sun's up I'm up, you know?”

He turned around in your embrace, putting his arms around you as he took a second to maintain eye contact, “Did you enjoy last night?”

You hummed in agreement and he gave you a slow, deep kiss, smacking your ass before sending you to the kitchen island, promising breakfast will be done soon.

Not even having the opportunity to sit for a few minutes, a wave of nausea hit you like a truck. You held your stomach and rushed to a bathroom , barely having time to lift the lid before the little contents of what was left of last nights’ dinner were flushed down the toilet.

Miguel turned off the stove and rushed by your side, his hands holding your hair up.

“Baby? Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He fanned the back of your neck as you regained composure, somehow feeling instantly better now that your body did what it needed to.

You nodded, leaning on Miguel as you got up to go brush your teeth.

He pulled your arm, checking over you like a frantic parent as you dismissed his worries, assuring him you feel fine now and thanking him for coming to check.

“You’re not-“

“No. Mige’. We used protection and I'm on the pill.”

He leaned against the doorway, giving you space, “I mean.. we did take it off for the last few rounds.”

You gave him a burning glare, grabbing your toothbrush and applying the Spider Man themed toothpaste you both thought was hilarious when you found it in the aisle.

“Baby it doesn’t catch overnight like that,” you have him a kiss on the cheek, “ I’m sure it’s just my body having a reaction to how unusually rough we were last night.”

He hummed in agreement, giving you a quick kiss on the head and checking on the food. That explanation seemed good enough for him but truthfully you were worried.

It doesn’t take overnight. That’s the stuff of movies. Even if it, did you wouldn’t be feeling these results so soon. Your body was just in shock because of his roughing you last night.

Right?

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Thank you for reading! Feel free to leave a comment or see my other Spider Verse fics here!

A/N: Ugh i caved and made a fic for him sue me

😭 Also if you wanna make a request i finally finished the ones i was working on so go ahead and give me some new ideas🤞

[exhaustedpirate]

monogamous cockroaches

day 13 of @bucktommyfluffebruary! don't let the title scare you, I promise there's fluff abound!

rated G | 888 words also on AO3

They are back together.

It took 3 months but they fought. They talked, discussed, argued, promised to take the relationship at their pace, promised to communicate more, to be honest.

Tommy tells Evan that they should focus on finding their rhythm again instead of making another big decision like moving in together. Tommy doesn’t bring up his failed declaration of love and neither does Evan, they focus on talking about the things they didn’t before. They talk about going on dates again, rediscover their likes and dislikes, sleepovers - early relationship stuff.

And then Evan gets distracted by talking about cockroaches - something about how they mate for life and seemingly live forever. He decides to stop him with a kiss hoping to distract him with something much more interesting than monogamous insects.

It doesn’t work.

For the next two months, Evan flooded him with cockroach facts. Told him about how resilient they are, that a massive amount of research is necessary to figure out a way to kill them, that some species were endangered and even protected, that they were used for medicine. 

For the next two months, Tommy was bombarded by facts about cockroaches, despite his requests, his pleas. He was having nightmares about cockroaches.

He is on his fourth beer at Bobby and Athena’s house warming party.

Tommy is usually a responsible drinker but apparently Mara and Jee-Yun are now big bug enthusiasts. 

So speeches about cockroaches become speeches about maggots, beetles, spiders. Tommy drains his fifth beer when Evan begins to tell them about the time his ant farm broke in his room and how he was finding ants a whole month later. Tommy felt itchy.

“I’m so proud of her for being so interested in something,” Karen gushes. “Entomology is just as important as any other type of science.” She points out and he notices how the alcohol has dulled his reactions to mentions of the creepy crawlies.

Hen plasters a fake smile and nods. “Yes, I just wish she wouldn’t talk about the mating rituals of dung beetles during meal times.”

Tommy groans, Karen stopping his swaying with a hand on his elbow. “Tell me about it, Evan talks about cockroaches all the time, I’m going crazy here.” He gestures with his half-drunk glass.

Hen takes the glass from his hand and tries to silence him. “Tommy-”

“No, you don’t get it, I’m having nightmares!” He gestures wildly with his hands.

“You could have told me,” Evan’s quiet voice captures his attention. Tommy turns around, Karen’s supportive hand on his back. “I would have stopped bringing it up.” There’s a pout threatening to pop out of his lips and that just won’t do.

Tommy cups Evan’s face in his hands. “You were so excited, I didn’t want to stop that,” He explains with a quieter voice before he takes a deep breath. “Evan, please stop talking about insects with me.”

Evan takes a deep breath and nods. “I can do that, I found an aspiring entomologist to talk to after all,” His smile is small but real and Tommy relaxes. “I can talk to her about how maggots sometimes each other and-”

“Evan,” Tommy interrupts, his finger on his lips, hearing Hen and Karen’s quiet laughter behind him. “I love you, I do, but please, please, no more insects,” The laughter is gone and Evan’s eyes are wide open. “Tell me all about where the strongest tornado took place and at what speed but no more insects.”

“I-I can do that,” Evan whispers, his expression dazed and bright and Tommy frowns. “You said-”

“I remember the things you talk about, Evan,” He says decisively, making sure his boyfriend knows how much he appreciates his tangents and research rambles. “No amount of alcohol can make me forget how much I love you and your substack blackholes.” 

“You said it again!”

Evan looks so bright, like sunshine, like the sun glinting on helicopter blades and any other day, Tommy would be kissing him about it but now? Now he’s confused.

“What?”

“You said you loved me.” His voice is almost a screech and he’s glad that they have some privacy in this corner of the massive backyard that no one is around to witness Tommy’s terrible declaration of love.

“I-I did.”

A cloud passes over the sunshine of Evan’s face and he deflates. “It-It’s okay if you didn’t mean it, we-we didn’t talk about it yet but-”

Tommy brings Evan’s face to his, pressing their lips together in a firm kiss. He can’t have his boyfriend feeling all that doubt, lose his shine, not when the problem is Tommy’s own cowardice.

“I love you.” 

Tommy is satisfied that his voice comes out strong, determined, despite the breathlessness after his kiss with Evan. He hears the soft gasp from the other man’s lips before he is pulled into a deeper kiss, a perfect kiss.

“There are children, guys!”

Evan waves away Hen’s teasing but pulls away from his lips despite Tommy’s whine. His boyfriend caresses his cheek, eyes full of wonder and affection and-Oh.

“I love you too.”

His face scrunches up in a wide smile, Evan tracing the wrinkles on his face with love. Tommy has to kiss him about it. Tommy’s the one to wave away Hen’s complaining.

Who cares? His boyfriend loves him back.

[dizscreams]

“I’M HIS PRETTY PARTY FAVOR, HE SAYS IM HIS FAVORITE FLAVOR”

— Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Spider-Man!Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Spider-Man helps you out of party cuz ur WASTED and then Spider-Man is actually Ethan what?! OMGG!! Then it’s a cute moment but no confessing 😰 maybe it needs a part two? Who knows.

A/N: sorry for all the Spider-Man!Ethan content lately, he’s just living in my brain rent free rn 🫣

TAGS: @ourloveisgod23 @xyzstar @wenvierismycomfort @wekiamo @beary-rambles @aesthetixhoe @c8rdigan @aqellano @teyamsgirll @mbankfav @gabbylovesreading @brakke-dino @astermath

Ethan entered the frat party with one goal and one goal only, to make sure his friends were okay. He only knew this party was happening because he was patrolling tonight and saw it and plus Chad had texted him to join you guys. You guys being Chad, Mindy, Anika, Tara, and you.

Ethan said he had Econ and couldn’t make it, which was a lie he constantly told. He really needed to come up with a new one.

Ethan was worried for his friends safety because the infamous Ghostface killer was back. I mean who would throw a party in a time like this? Let alone actually go to one. But he didn’t blame you guys, you were all stressed and scared. He was just glad it was a Halloween party so he could blend in easier since he still had his suit on.

He pushed past sweaty drunk teenagers and found his way to the living room where he found Mindy and Anika on the couch. Two down three more to go, Tara, Chad, and you. He wondered toward the kitchen and found Tara drinking, he’d definitely need to check in on her later. And he found Chad near the stairs, but the only person he couldn’t find was you.

Where were you? Ethans searched the party like twelve times and he couldn’t see you. It would probably help if he knew what you were dressed as. Just as he turned around to start at the front of the house again he bumped into somebody, “Oh, I’m so sorry-” he paused when he saw you. You were wearing a Spider-Man costume without the mask and your hair was slightly messy. You looked like you’d been drinking.

“Heyyy, we’re matching!” You stumbled forward and Ethan quickly caught you. “Yeah, I guess we are,” he chuckled. You were matching and it was quite adorable to Ethan but his main concern was getting you home safely. “Yours looks a lot better than- than mine though. Where’d you get yours? I just got mine off of Amazon,” you rambled as you played with the hem of Ethan’s mask. He gulped and gently took your hand away, now holding it.

“I just got it from.. from a friend. I’m borrowing it,” he lied. “Oh, cool. Do you want a drink? I can get you a drink?” Ethan quickly shook his head at your ask, “I’m alright, thank you though. I think you should find your friends and go home.” Someone bumped into you so the arm that Ethan had wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to him while his other hand was still holding yours. You kinda looked like a couple.

You shook your head, “I don’t know where the-they are. They’re probably partyinngg!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “Hey, who are you by the way?” Ethan was taken back by your question but he realized that you thought he was a complete stranger. You didn’t know he was Ethan Landry, you didn’t even know he was the real Spider-Man. You just thought it was a costume.

You removed the hand that was holding Ethan’s, much to his dismay, and you put it to his face. You examined him through the mask he was wearing and turned his head to the left and then to the right. “What are you doing?” Ethan asked confused. “You’re the real Spider-Man aren’t you? That’s why your costume looks so good! You’re him-!” Ethan quickly put a hand over your mouth and took your hand, “Lets go outside.”

You followed him outside the house party and stumbled down the steps. “So are you the real one? Or not?” He helped you down the last step so you wouldn’t eat shit on the concrete and led you to the side of the house. “This is getting creepy man-” Ethan interrupted you by ripping the mask off of his face. Your mouth dropped open, “Ethan? When did you get here?” He looked around to make sure nobody was near and got closer to you. He held your shoulders and got close to your face. “Ethan? What’s-”

“Okay, I need you to listen to me and you cannot tell anyone, okay?” You nodded at him and he continued, “Okay, I’m Spider-Man,” he said slowly hoping you could comprehend what he was telling you. Ethan could practically see the gears in your head turning and he saw your confused expression turn into a smile, then a laugh. “You-you’re Spider-Man? How much did you drink Ethan?” You asked through laughs as you poked his cheek.

“I didn’t drink anything-” he said swatting your hand away, “I’m telling the truth and I’m serious you can’t tell anyone.” You laughed again, “Okay, whatever Ethan. You have my word,” you said humorously. It was clear you didn’t believe him and he didn’t blame you. This was probably the worst possible time to tell you. He’s not even sure why he was telling you. Ethan sighed as he put his arm around you again to hold you up, “Okay, lets get you home.”

You nodded and let him walk you back to your dorm. It was chilly and your thin costume didn’t help. Ethan noticed your shiver and held you closer to him, “We’re almost there, don’t worry.” You responded with an inaudible noise and put your head against his shoulder.

When you guys made it there he grabbed the key from your shaky hands and went inside. He walked you to your bedroom and you flopped on the bed. Ethan put his mask on your dresser and went over to you. “Tired?” He asked and you nodded. He smiled softly and took off your shoes before pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. He took a moment to look at you, your hair was still slightly in your face but you looked peaceful.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“I believe you, about you being Spider-Man.”

He chuckled, “You wont remember this tomorrow.”

You ignored him and kept talking, “It makes sense because you’re always disappearing. And it makes sense because one time I saw the Spider-Man suit in your closet but I assumed it was for Halloween even though it was like April,” you giggled and he smiled at you.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“Why’d you tell me you were Spider-Man?”

He thought about it for a moment, “I don’t know I guess I didn’t want you to think you were being kidnapped by a Spider-Man wannabe.” You giggled and shook your head, “Is that the only reason?” He stayed silent and you nodded in understanding. You wouldn’t tell him but you were hoping he told you because he trusted you and because he wanted to be more than friends but maybe that was a lot to ask.

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” He looked at you hesitantly and you scooted away from the edge of the bed. “Please, Eth?” You patted the spot next to you and he sat down. You two stayed silent for a moment before you put your hand on his cheek, “You’re really pretty, you know th-that?” You hiccuped and he smiled bashfully. “You’re drunk.”

“Nuh-uh”

“Uh-huh”

You smiled and closed your eyes, “Ya know, I’ll sleep a lot better knowing New Yorks friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is Ethan Landry.” He laughed and watched as your smile faded to a relaxed expression. And soon after he heard your small snores. He moved the hair from your face and stood up. He wasn’t sure what you meant by that exactly and he knew you probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, but he was grateful for the moment anyway.

He wouldn’t let it get to his head though. He’s liked you for a long time now but he wasn’t ready to confess yet. Ethan looked at you one more time before grabbing his mask and putting it on. He climbed out your window and swung away.

Who was he kidding, if you actually remembered this tomorrow he would definitely confess his love to you.

[monarchberrysblog]

Thinking about Dionysus! Gabriel...

MINORS DNI | 18+ CONTENT

Dionysus! Gabriel who praises the very ground you walk on the moment he sees you. This man is so distraught by seeing your very existence as he refuses to believe that you were left behind by a man-- a man you fell in love with after helping him kill the minotaur.

Left behind on an island called Naxos, he abandoned you, leaving you behind and sailing away, only seeing you as a liability more than anything as he pursued you to get closer to your sister...

The sight of you on the grainy sand with fear in your eyes felt like he just saw a puppy getting kicked to the side while fending for their life. The look of fear is legible, enough for any sane man to feel sympathy, especially for Gabriel.

Dionysus! Gabriel who literally fell in love with your beauty the moment he saw you sleeping on the sand, seeing how soft and warm you are.

Your soft figure is the first thing he takes in like wine, seeing your full, chubby figure. The toga did your figure justice, seeing your soft thighs peeking and seeing your soft, pudgy tummy against your toga.

After poking you awake with a stick, he looks into your warm, inviting eyes after you open them. He knew he had to take you in when your eyes landed on his.

Dionysus! Gabriel who takes you in, inviting you to his home, not wanting to see the look of fear in your eyes. Nowhere else to go (since you were hungry and thirsty), you oblige.

This 'home' in question was his 'cult,' and its members, such as women, slaves, and non-citizens, always enjoyed each other's company and drank wine—lots and lots of wine. The space immediately became your home, taking care of you and allowing his individuals, specifically letting the women play with your hair. (They love to play with your hair and braid it.)

Dionysus! Gabriel who feeds you grapes from his vineyards. Your eyes always shined in excitement when you tasted the sweet fruit. The sweet juices were a burst of flavor for you, along with the other fruits he offered.

Gifts slowly came in like a low tide at night, always offering you the first bite before he took a bite after you. But the final straw for the man was seeing you devour a peach he cut in half.

Seeing you eating a peach, juices rolling down your chin, the sticky juices on the tip of your nose, and you want to add honey to the already sweet fruit, the man swore he got a stroke at the adorable sight.

Dionysus! Gabriel who would do anything for you, even giving you a custom-made crown just for you after agreeing with his proposal. The crown became a sensation, to the point the women in your homeland wore them.

Then Gabriel (a hopeless romantic) takes your crown and shows it to the sky as a constellation, showing his undying love for you, forever showing mortals that he loves you and would do anything. And I mean anything...

Dionysus! Gabriel has beef with the demi-god, not knowing that the man would come after his beloved, killing you and sending your soul down to the underworld. After hearing this, he goes to the underworld to retrieve your soul and brings you to Mount Olympus, officially making you a goddess.

Dionysus! Gabriel and you will argue, but nothing too serious to break your love for one another. An instance of killing a spider comes to mind as you plead for the intimidating god to kill the spider, only for him to join you on the tree, not wanting to deal with the teeny spider that scared you.

"Why won't you kill it?"

"It has eight eyes!"

"You literally turned pirates into dolphins a while ago..."

"That's different!"

"Maybe if we don't move, it'll go away..."

"Gabriel..."

Dionysus! Gabriel who will be black-out drunk with you in the most hilarious way possible. While intoxicated, the man says that he's the most charismatic while drunk. What he meant is literally him getting on his knees for you and begging repeatedly. Non-stop, not taking a moment to breathe.

But most nights after partying in the morning felt like a trip of THC as you would wake up on Gabriel drooling on his chest while having a blanket half-assed on y'all nude bodies. But every time the two of you woke up in each other's arms, the man could barely recall how the two of you ended up on the same bed (Not that he minded or anything).

"Morning, Gabriel..."

"How did we end up here?"

"I have no idea..."

"Let's not think about it, love..."

Dionysus! Gabriel, who would give you the most intimate love sessions with you, not being harsh but rather sweet and slow. The way you mew under him, feeling his cock fill you, it was enough to fill him with euphoria. "There we go, you're doing so good..."

The soft praises were always replied with soft mews and moans, while the smooth, passionate strokes always left you clawing on his bicep. "How are we feeling? Is it too much?" He croons before a soft moan fills the area. Your hands reach up and comb through his hair, feeling your fingers intertwine with the wild vines that decorate his hair. "No, it's good..." You whine from underneath him, turning your attention to him once again.

The look in your eyes makes the man into a frenzy. "You're gonna look so good as a mama with your belly swelling with my baby."

The man gave you a fruitful of cute, chubby babies ever since...

This will get low activity, but since I have some mutuals who love Gabriel, here you go! 🩷

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ q&a (half written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 21 ➝ q&a

“i gotta go and get my makeup redone, i’ll be right back to watch you, okay?” karina whispers into your ear, making you jump slightly.

“wait what? aren’t we answering the questions together?”

“nope, it was a last minute thing. making us go solo you cool with that?” you nod slowly while furrowing your eyebrows as you felt her nudge you towards the chair that was set up in the middle of a completely white set. you sighed before shuffling over to the chair and gently plopping yourself down. you glanced over to karina, who threw you finger guns before moonwalking into the makeup room.

you smiled, shaking your head. what a loser.

you played with your fingers nervously as you watched the interviewer sit herself down across from you.

“y/n, don’t be nervous, it’s just fan questions. we’ll be starting in five minutes. get yourself ready.” you never got used to the sound of the directors voice, it scared you because it was so loud - even if you knew it was coming. five minutes flew by, mainly because you were zoning out, but that did not feel like five minutes to you.

“okay, y/n, you ready?,” you nodded in the general direction of his voice, “and.. ACTION!”

interview starts;

[i: interviewer]

[y: y/n]

i: hello y/n

y: hi!

i: could you introduce yourself?

y: oh yes, sorry. [turns to camera, waving] hello, everyone! i’m kim y/n from lesserafim!

i: we have a series of questions from fans that they want us to ask you.

y: that’s exciting, i love answering fan questions.

i: so y/n, contrary to popular belief, i’m sure you’re not entirely fearless, right?

y: yes, not many people know this, [laughs] but i do have some fears but i’m working on them. so FEARNOTs, wait for me okay?

i: this is our first question from fimmiesupporters in atlanta; could you tell us some of your fears?

y: oh! atlanta, i’ve been there before, great place. um, are you sure i’m allowed to say anything i want?

i: slice of life is all about transparency, so yes.

y: uh well, im really scared of alcohol, spiders and people. i got that from zuha actually.

i: ah kazuha! ive seen that clip, it was with sakura right? but alcohol? why?

y: yeah it was with kkura unnie. but that girl, zuha. [shakes head] i really want to look into her mind and see what’s in there. and i guess i’m scared of it because i’ve seen how bad it could get.

i: bad? how so?

y: when it becomes an addiction, and how it could really change a person. i’ve had someone i love lose themself to alcohol addiction. so it hits a little too close to home.

i: so, you probably don’t drink, right?

y: yeah, i cant bring myself to drink. i was actually supposed to go on youngji’s nothing prepared show, but i said i couldn’t.

i: so it’s just that you don’t like to drink? what about other people?

y: sort of? i mean, i don’t like to drink, we established that. and well, it’s not like i’m going to look down on people who drink. i mean, kkura unnie and chaewon drink quite a bit to relieve some stress too. i think i’ve already kind of warmed up to the idea of being around people who are drinking, but it’s just to the point where you are drunk and aren’t aware of what you’re saying or doing, that’s where i get uncomfortable.

i: so you’ve never drank alcohol before?

y: [shakes head] no i have, like once. when i turned 20. just a little sip though.

i: ah of course, you always have to try when you turn of age. so what do you think of the arising drinking shows that have recently become popular and trending?

y: it’s good entertainment, so i don’t really see a problem with it. but i, personally, won’t watch it.

i: so you haven’t seen chaewon’s or karina’s nothing prepared episodes?

y: no, i haven’t.

i: ah, i see. okay, next question! fearkkura from taiwan asks; i heard you’re a big twice fan, who’s your bias?

you opened your mouth to answer, but your eyes flickered to the figure standing by the door. karina. how long had she been standing there? and you felt yourself going into auto-pilot after that, you couldn’t focus properly when you could feel karina’s stare burning into your side.

woaaah y/n lore???

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[fountainpenguin]

I got a wonderful comment on "Chalaza" today about how strong my Bdubs dialogue and his inner monologues come across!! :)

He's my favorite to dialogue for in the whole Pixels Imperfect series, so here's a compilation of Bdubs Bits I love in various 'fics of mine:

Martyn is dead, but unfortunately, no one's had the chance to tell that to Martyn. Martyn's in a fishbowl. Well, like… Martyn's soul is in the fishbowl- his skin fell in the Void. Or maybe got vaporized? Not sure. He looks like glowing blue smoothie stuff, complete with weird sprinkle colors, but Bdubs is pretty sure Etho would strangle him if he tried putting Martyn in a cup. Can you get drunk on real souls like you can on raw binary code? Huh…

Nobody in New Star Station's ever seen nothing like this. Or if they have, they sure haven't said that to Bdubs. Etho said the guy's trying to fight a system overload - Martyn; Martyn's trying (Etho says) - but it sure is violent. Geez…

"Chalaza" - Chapter 1

"Scar," Bdubs is saying, and Bdubs has his full wingspan on display. Saliva's dribbling from one corner of his mouth. His eyes are lanterns washing the road, electric green like lamps made of limes. "I love you. Oh, of course I love you… but it's not a full moon. That's our feed!"

[...]

"The hour's mine," Bdubs says again, trembling where he crouches on his hands and feet. His tail smacks once against the floor, wings flaring up. "I'm the devs' perfect killing machine. Aren't you scared?"

One and a Half Birds - Chapter 15

"Why… Why are we eating worms? Are we that low on resources already? I thought we had cows. Why would you do that?"

"Protein." Then, probably since Impulse still looks miffed and is getting miffed-er by the second, he tosses in, "Oh, quit complaining… The wheat is fresh! I just- Like, I just barely made it on the crafting table not five minutes ago. It's only got worms because I just pulled it from the dirt. Not because it's gone gross. It's got nothing to do with that. I don't eat old worms."

"You don't know how old those worms were."

"Babies. It's a new series, Impulse."

Scar, from the distance, "You ate a baby!?"

"Hickory (You Dick)ory Dock"

“Did you get the cobwebs?”

“Oh! Forgot. It was that witch, poking around here. She got me turned around.” Bdubs flapped his hand, already trotting off to get his sword. The sword should be a great way to pull cobwebs off the ceiling, right? You can twist ‘em up like cotton candy. If baby spiders are a thing, they probably crunch real nice on every bite. He checked back only once. And Etho stood there, shivering above a puddle on the floor. “Hey. You should strip. You’re gonna freeze to death.”

“S’okay. Spawn’s not that far.”

“All right… It’s your funeral. And if you die, I’m not burying your body in drippy clothes. That’s how you get mold. That’s how you respawn as a drowned or something.”

"Do Fish People Dream of Magic Gloves?"

"Um…" There's context here. Probably. Impulse pulls back anyway, exhaling hard. "I never had a flock before I joined the New Star portal hub. I had Skizz."

"You didn't have a flock?" Bdubs leans across the bed, eyes shining with invasive curiosity now. The mattress squeaks and dips. When Impulse tightens his lips, Bdubs throws his arms to either side. "Oh, no way! I was there when Skizz brought you to the station! They called me in to check you out! You were spawned beneath the full moon like me, right? 'Course you were; it shows. Only phantom hybrid I ever met whose wingspan beat out mine. 'Never had a flock;' Judas priest… I don't believe that for a second." He slaps the lower part of Impulse's back, which jolts them both as they briefly drain half a heart. They tick up again. Bdubs falls back on the bed with a whump. "Impulse, I was drooling over you and I wasn't even insecure about my status. You were captain material if ever I saw one."

"Like Newlyweds Do"

Getting Impulse into bed takes Herculean effort, and trying to cuddle him is a fight like you wouldn't believe. He's always so stubborn! For real, he acts like plopping his head down on actual pillows is an affront to nature and everything in it. And for what, huh? There's no way that makes him happy. Literally no way.

[...]

See, every relationship's gotta have that one guy who takes initiative. Otherwise, how are you gonna get anywhere? This is basic roleplay 101. He's the instigator; he'll break the ice. This is fine!

Aren't they supposed to be husbands in this game? Husbands should cuddle, probably. Bdubs pushes his shoulder again - shaking it, really - and whispers, "Hey… Are you still up?" in an attempt to get him to turn over.

[...]

"Shut up. Hey, come on. If you didn't want to roleplay married life with me, you wouldn't have agreed to be my husband. You're in love with me."

Impulse makes an excessively rude gesture over his shoulder with one hand, not turning over in the slightest. Bdubs sucks in a gasp, writhing up through the bed sheets, and shakes him back and forth again.

"Hey! You can't do that! What are you tryna say, huh?"

"You Can Sleep While I Drive"

Bdubs is the next to speak up, lifting his head. "Mom, we don't hunt in the Fox Dragon's territory. Scott's asked us not to leave the perimeter. So we don't."

"Your talents are wasted here, BdoubleO100."

"Not wasted." His hands are shaking, though. Martyn stretches out one foot, laying his ankle against Bdubs' own. I've got you, he says in the silence, and Bdubs relaxes his fingertips out from fists. He clears his throat. "I'm a proud captain. I hunt not only for my flock, but for anyone in New Star who can't. That's real noble."

"So it's about the sport?"

"It's about providing."

"Why is InTheLittleWood hungry?"

Another wave of silence crashes down around the table. Martyn's stare is on the numbers in his drinking glass. His hands are in his lap. Bdubs looks at Linda, then at Martyn. Then at Linda again. "Huh?"

Again: "Why is InTheLittleWood hungry?"

"Martyn's fine! He's got his own special hunting ground. He's fine."

"Mum's the Word"

"Why'd you come here in the middle of the night?" Bdubs asks, settling down on the bottom step. He folds his hands in his lap (in the wide, floppy hem of Impulse's shirt, which Etho is not looking at and certainly isn't jealous of). "Must be something big."

"Um." Etho didn't think he'd get this far. Maybe some part of him had still been operating on Yellow Etho instinct, because Yellow Etho wanders and bolts and flutters aimlessly around. He's grateful (maybe) that he opted not to put his chestplate on. He burrows his hands in the hem of his own shirt and kneads them together, much the way Bdubs is doing. "I just… need to talk. I'm having issues with my aggro. With Joel."

That gets Bdubs' attention. "Trouble in paradise? Oh, is this about the bite marks? I saw those. You know, I asked Joel at the pool party and he said you'd been hurting him just about every night. He seemed ready to kick you out. Take back his boat. Were those all from your aggro? He looked like he'd fallen in a pit of zombies!"

[...] "Um… I mean, I wouldn't say living with Joel is ever paradise… But I am having aggro problems. I can't… keep it down."

"I can go all night," Bdubs brags with a hand to his chest, and Impulse snorts on the landing above.

[... Etho] leaves down the hall to go clean. Bdubs follows him, leaving Impulse behind. As Etho starts scraping glass chunks together, Bdubs leans against the couch arm and shakes his head.

"I don't know why you get so worked up about it, Etho. Aggro's not gross. It's natural! We're all adults here; we've got needs! If Joel can't accept that, maybe he's not the right partner for you."

"I've been biting myself," Etho repeats, because Bdubs clearly got lost in the metaphor. Bdubs ignores him, tugging on the edge of his blindfold.

"Hey, there are plenty of salmon in the river. There are other husbands. I'll set you up. Grian and Scar are really going through it; do you like Scar?"

The glass makes a screeching sound as Etho scrapes it together with the broom. "Joel's not my husband." Etho doesn't know what relationship he and Joel are roleplaying. They're not roleplaying much of anything, which severely blurs the lines. Joel never did stop wearing Etho's shirt. He still does, and it's melded with the code of his current skin, and it's confusing and Etho never did ask. "He's my soulmate."

Bdubs shrugs, releasing the bandana. "If you're not comfortable… We could offer you a place to stay here. Impulse and I can put you up. You could join our polycule."

There's a shatter of glass in the kitchen. Followed by thumping palms on the counter, followed by an intake of breath. "Our. WHAT!?"

"Canadian Idiot"

The dogs. Oh, those stupid dogs. They snap at his heels as he tears through the pines as fast as his shoddy boots can take him. He lost one back in the river. He fell. Lost Impulse along the way- they're… they're separated now. Not in roleplay; not the marriage. The marriage is fine! Bdubs has the wedding oath clock on a gold chain around his neck, bouncing up and down against his chest with every flying step he takes. Impulse looked okay, though, like the 'maybe not drowning' kind of fine. He's not. Bdubs would feel it if he were drowning.

His crossbow bangs on every other tree trunk as he sprints across the snow. The dogs are freakin' everywhere. Is this all Pearl's been doing when they play? She never had a soulmate to cuddle up to, so she just kept breeding dogs? There's like a dozen of them, all with huge paws scooping the snow and flinging it behind them on every leap.

Gotta get outta the snow… Where's the- Where's this snowy forest end? I saw the drop-off just a second ago. The wolves prob'ly won't follow over the cliff. Bdubs has a water bucket. The dogs don't. And he'll let them fall. He will, maybe. He doesn't care- they're just stupid dogs. And he likes dogs, but these ones haven't been cuddly puppies in a long time. 

"Seeing Scarlet"

I don't need NOBODY'S social approval or permission. That's my husband. Still gets his tail wagging and everything, even if he doesn't show it. Gosh, isn't he a sweetie? He and Impulse don't always wear their rings, 'cuz it's not like that as often in the Between dimension now like it used to be, but it's… You know. It's still clocks and hugs and elbows in the chest, even if it's not all mwah-mwahs and low-roaming, backside-squeezing hands.

Well. Sometimes it is. I mean, why shouldn't it be? They both had fun. No one's mad at them for it. See, that's the lovely thing about Impulse- ain't he sweet? Bdubs can turn the roleplay on and off with him, and Impulse just goes along with everything. He's wonderful. It's a real shame there aren't more Impulses, because everyone deserves to hang out with him from time to time.

Bdubs tries to find a better place to stand where he's not getting pushed at and stepped on. Not that he can feel it, but it's the principle of the thing. Since he is one of the two shortest in their gang (though he's loath to admit it), maybe he needs a place near the front.

He pushes forward. Souls blur together, blue and overlapping, and the glowing doesn't help with the identity stuff like at all. He can pick out Tango (facing away from him) by the enormous white gash scarred down his right shoulder. Not pointing fingers, but that one's a Bdubs original. You're welcome for helping you look so cool, you're turning heads.

"The Man He Sets His Spawn With"

Impulse keeps breathing. His chest heaves, eyes unraveling Bdubs' entire code and piecing him together again. His gaze dips low, then lifts like a boat at sea. His fingers clench tighter around the sword hilt, which rattles like broken glass in his hand.

"… If I kill you, you just respawn… and I've broken the rules. I'll get in trouble. That's not what I want." Impulse recites it like he's explaining all of this to his first-year self. One hand claws through Bdubs' hair, feeling for… something? It pulls. He's silent. Bdubs keeps breathing too. Then Impulse dips the sword tip lower, against the bobbing spot of his throat. He's really leaning forward funny to get the angle. Maybe 'cuz he's a slime, he's sticky and won't fall. Maybe he's got perma-crouched benefits. Maybe perma-Swift Sneak. At least he's blocking most the rain. Then Impulse whispers, "I think this… isn't how I fix this. Maybe we can just… talk about what happened in 3rd Life? About the betrayal?"

Bdubs gawks up at him, bleeding horror out from every shake. "Can't you just kill me?"

Sparks dribble from Impulse's cheeks, mingled with lightning static and slime blobs and the rain. He's still clutching Bdubs' hair, the sword all too tight against his neck. "Just apologize for betraying me! We were Day 1 alliance in 3rd Life- You, me, and Cleo!"

"Yeah? And I was Cleo's dearly devoted husband back then, and you our 'secret girlfriend' who wanted to get under the armor of everybody on the server; what's your point, Littlefinger?" Bdubs jabs a finger up at him. "Do you want a Get Well Soon card or something? Maybe a care package? A subscription to the Mod of the Month club?"

Dog's Life - Chapter 19

Bdubs paces between them, pulling the throat of his mossy cloak over and over again. A classy gold clock bounces on his hip. "You… you can't do that! You outrank her! This is- Oh, this is gonna be big… This is gonna be the biggest thing people talk about for months. You're getting fed by someone you outrank… Oh, wait 'til BigB finds out about this. Heck, wait 'til the rest of the flock finds out! They're gonna be all over you!" He throws his hands in the air- "Is everybody breaking rules today?"

Aw, geez… Martyn bristles. Cleo shuffles out of the way. "I'm hungry." It's a statement, not a whine. Did he forget I needed food tonight?

Bdubs shoots him a look of pure disgust, his nose all squashed and lip hooked high. "So? Go hunt something. I hunted tonight, and I don't even have wings. Cleo too! It's not like it's hard."

"Bdubs-" Cleo cuts in, but neither looks at her. Martyn flaps out his wings, but Bdubs stays stubborn and glowering all the while.

"Are you gonna watch the eggs while I do that?"

Bdubs laughs. It's a cackle, edged with ribbons of the infamous phantom shriek. He throws back his head. "Freakin' no! I'm not putting in the work just so you get credit for it!"

Dog's Life - Chapter 21

And a bonus sneak peek of this jungle duo scene coming in Dog's Life Chapter 61 (Give or take):

“That’s okay. I’m proud of you for trying. Do you want more?”

Grian shakes his head, pushing his plate across the table. “I shouldn’t. I’m an omnivore; I can eat other things. Anivores eat first. Isn’t that proper?”

“You don’t have to eat it,” Bdubs tells him, pushing the plate back. “But phantoms, we say the souls of insects are for the birds. It’s your right as much as mine. All predators can eat the prey. It’s the abandoned things that get snapped up by phantomkind.”

“Yeah, but I don’t need it.”

“Does your hunger meter fill when you eat souls?”

“That’s not the point.”

Bdubs shrugs. He stabs his fork in another piece of soul, then brings it to his mouth. “More for me, then. But I’m serious, G… You should figure out what you want in life. Unlearn shame! Why deny yourself the things that make you happy?” He takes the soul, tines sliding past teeth, as Grian watches with interest from across the table, his head tilted to one side. Bdubs reaches out to take another piece, and Grian’s breathing gets a little stronger. By this point, Bdubs is standing just to lean, stretching over the table and taking scraps two or three pieces at a time with the stabbing trident tines. As he draws them to his mouth, fangs on display and saliva dripping, he meets Grian’s wide eyes again. So the trident stalls.

“You want it, baby?”

“… Yes.”

===

He is so ?!?? <3

[the-mcu-files]

IronDad End of Year Rec List 2024

Hello, I'm back with 24 fics I read in 2024! Happy new year and good luck for 2025 <3

Santa Baby by OllieCollie

It's Christmastime once again, and this holiday season is already shaping up to be one of the best yet for Peter. He has a family that loves him, a schedule full of fun plans and traditions for the month, and a special surprise to look forward to on Christmas Eve.

What could possibly go wrong?

Love You 3,001 by JAWorley

Tony paces nervously in his lab as his cell phone dials out. It rings six times before Strange picks up. "What?" Strange bites out. "About that lamp-" Strange sighs. "Don't tell me… a younger or older version of yourself came out of it and found you in the present?" "What? No- no… uh… my father. From 1985." "I told you to keep your hands to yourself." OR It's just a few days to Christmas when Howard Stark is sucked into a lamp and re-appears in 2017 to find out that his adult son is not at all the disappointment he expected him to be. OR Tony is not ok with seeing his father again. Peter, Pepper, and Happy rally around him while he deals with this mess.

Coming Home by FelixAfterAll

There were several pictures around the house of a boy Morgan had never met but until now she had never asked who he was becuse her parents always looked sad when they looked at the picture a little too long. Or: how endgame should have gone/ended.

All Is Calm, All Is Bright by tummyhurtss

a series of one-shots that can be read as stand-alone fics or in chronological order if you want to watch Tony and Peter's bond and relationship grow over time! Lots of fluff, minor angst on some, and a whole lot of winter/holiday spirit <3

For a hand scratching my scalp and for a kiss against my forehead. by w3ird_o

"Please come in." Miss Potts smiled. She didn't look like someone who was about to sue you for thousands of dollars. Maybe he needed to stop assuming things about people, Peter thought when he discovered with horror Tony Stark, sitting in an expensive rotating chair, turning his back to them, looking at New York, the city expanding for miles and miles. Under other circumstances, Peter would have loved to meet the man, he realized now that he was sitting in front of the genius, cheeks red with embarrassment. He wished he could ask him questions, he wished he could understand who he was when he wasn't in his 'Tony Stark attitude.' Because Peter was sure, the man was not the narcissistic he showed to the world. Not when he had almost died protecting New York from aliens. Some people said he was only trying to save his own butt -his father said that- but Peter didn't believe so. Or, Peter never had a good relationship with his family, and probably never would. His father was too mean, too violent, a racist, a drinker, the first to hate mutant people, and never the last to raise his hand on his son. All Peter ever wanted was to get away. So when Tony Stark offers him an internship, Peter jumps on the occasion.

Let it Snow by spilled_words

Peter loved Christmas, even if he didn't get to celebrate it much anymore. But a scare caused by his thermoregulation leads him to his first real Christmas in years.

5 Times Tony Stark Calls Penny Parker by nicknames by paperback92

May Parker is killed.   Officially, she's an innocent victim of a vicious Green Goblin attack. To the handful who know, though, she's targeted and blown up in her own apartment just for the crime of being Spider-Woman's aunt.   And at just sixteen years old, Penny Parker is orphaned twice over.

Christmas: Parker Style by Just_A_Fangirl15

“What were your Christmases like before you were Iron-Man?” Peter asked suddenly, and Tony felt he owed it to the kid to answer honestly. “Dunno. I was blind drunk for most of them,” He shrugged and angry-piped a window over his door. “What about when you were a kid? You can’t have been drunk for those.” He’d really been hoping Peter wouldn’t ask that. “Boring. My father used to hold these giant parties for all of his importers and business partners. We’d do presents under the tree in the morning – usually in front of some press camera for media attention – and then I’d be sent off to get ready for the party and we’d be there from noon till midnight,” It sounded horrible even now, and he still felt a sort of dread, even knowing he’d never have to go to one of his father’s Christmas parties ever again. ~~~ Tony Stark never really learned what Christmas truly meant, and Peter will make damn sure he knows.

Five Times Peter Wasn’t Sure if He Could Come to Mr. Stark and One Time He Knew Beyond a Shadow of a Doubt He Could by Somnis88

Five times Peter doesn't think Tony would want to know about his trauma.

Each chapter will be a different problem Peter tries to face on his own: panic attacks/flashbacks, bullying, physical injury, etc. There will be underlying themes of sexual assault aftermath throughout, so please be careful reading. This will be a sensitive and realistic portrayal of the effects of SA trauma with no explicit scenes. I will handle this with care! But please read with care, too.

One time, Peter realizes he 100% trusts Tony. I adore this chapter so much.

I promise by MARVELously3000

The team clears out a Hydra base. Everything goes as planned until Tony finds a young boy in the basement that was held prisoner by Hydra. What will he do?

Metamorphosis by art_deco_deity

How Peter Parker changed Tony Stark; seen through the eyes of one Pepper Potts.

Certified Wreck by rosedavid (driftingskies237)

The drive was a couple of hours, and he spent it listening to his playlist. It started raining.

But then what happened? His memory gets fuzzy. He was almost there, on a secluded road surrounded by forest. And then... A deer! There was a deer, standing frozen and wide-eyed in the middle of the road. Peter swerved to avoid him. He couldn’t regain control as the car slid against the rain-slick roads. A flash of panic, his stomach leaping into his throat. An impact. Then nothing. He crashed the car. Worse, he crashed Mr. Stark’s car.

storge by thebetterbina

Tony adopts little Peter, goes about as well as you can expect if we're talking about having the Avengers as a family.

Storge is the love parents naturally feel for their children. It’s based on natural feelings and effortless love. Storge is the love that knows forgiveness, acceptance, and sacrifice. It is the one that makes you feel secure, comfortable, and safe.

Lacuna by rosesandribbons

In which Peter Parker carries on with life after the death of his uncle, but a part of him is missing.

I’m Slowly Killing Myself (Trying So Hard At The Back Of The Shelf) by ilove_klance

Or: five times the team thinks Tony is a bad dad, and the one time they know he isn’t.

there you'll be by @parkrstark

Peter gets his wisdom teeth removed, and the results of the laughy gas are the best thing Tony's ever witnessed.

where you don't belong by @m00nagedreamin

Peter was crying. In front of Doctor Strange, which was, like, the most embarrassing way this whole thing could’ve gone. or: Doctor Strange shows Peter a few different realities. Including one where Peter is Tony's kid and everything is just... happy.

It’s been a couple months since I turned to something violent. (I should be happier so why do I feel so quiet?)

by draagonfruiit

Peter gets into an argument with May. He’s having a rough time that calls for some father son cuddles.

Can You Watch My Dad For A Second? by A_Random_Person7

Peter wants to tell Tony how much he means to him but doesn’t know how. Until he comes across a TikTok trend.

Basking In His Universe by MsWinifredQuale

The world and its people slowly began to heal following the final battle. And then it's Christmas.

Tony was torn between going all out or keeping it simple. It was his first Christmas with both his kids, but Peter’s first Christmas without May. He didn’t want to overwhelm the kid even more than he already was.

Tony knew how much Peter and May had loved Christmas.

Don't Tell Peter by fluffyfeelsforever

When an Avenger's mission ends with a critically injured Tony stark, Peter is left in the dark by his teammates on when this happens. After arriving back to the tower, it is up to Pepper Potts to not only console a traumatized and scared teen, but to also get to the bottom of why the team felt it necessary to keep Peter from his mentor in a time of crisis. Sprinkle in some angsty Peter just wanting to tell Tony how much he loves him, and some very sorry Avengers and you are in for a whirlwind of an emotional rollercoaster.

Blanket Forts and Midnight Stories by @joyful_soul_collector

Tony and Peter spend the day building a blanket fort and watching movies!

Until you set your old heart free by @bluesweatshirt

Five times that someone refers to Peter as part of the Stark family, and one time he does it himself.

the one where it’s mother’s day by @punyparkerfics

it’s mother’s Day, and peter’s having a crisis

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I know I haven't posted anything in quite a while, but truthfully, I don't read many Avengers related fics anymore (I still love and adore Irondad with all of my heart) so I have a question; would you want Drarry as well as Irondad fic recs? Please let me know!

If you know the writer's URL, please tell me so I can mention them.

[hazbinned]

@angie-long-legs - Beauty and the Beast at Queen Beezlebub's Masquerade Ball

As Valentino helped Angel Dust out of the back of the limousine, he couldn't help but be flushed with memories of the last time the two of them had attended a ball. His heart was already pounding along to the rhythm of the music that was blasting from the venue, but he knew it wasn't just that-- he was nervous that this would go terribly wrong. Nervous wasn't a good look on Val, though. It never had been. He was fine being angry, or excited, or drunk off his rocker, but nervous was too close to scared for his liking, and too close to weak for him to spin around and turn sexy.

So much had happened last time... and since last time. He'd felt so out of place and undignified when mushed in with everyone there, like they were the true Overlords and he was just some drugged-up poser they'd got off the street. It was a terrifying experience for someone who was so used to being the life of the party, to controlling things— to fitting in.

He and Angel Dust had made a scene with burgers, booze, and boots and then had hurried outside, where they'd had a shocking heart-to-heart.

Then, weeks later, Valentino had held a gun to the spider's head with aim to shoot.

Perhaps that last time was what had spurred that attack on Angel. Valentino had been too... real.

But they were better now.

Val was being nice now, and he was going to keep being nice. Feeling things he had never felt before when he eyed the gold-clad arachnid meant he wasn't going to stray from this newfound path of half-assed decency.

Val could be better. He could be sorry, civil, normal.

Val wanted to be better.

Right?

"Look at you!" the moth exclaimed, stepping back to squint at Angel's extravagant yellow dress and golden rose-crown. He whipped out his phone and very quickly snapped a picture of them both before posting it to social media with nothing more than a caption that said 'xx'. "You really look the part, baby! Minus the hair, of course, but... oh, well. Everyone's still gonna love us."

He stalked forward to assist the spider with where he was struggling with his dress.

"This time's gonna be so much better than last time," he assured him— falling into old patterns already. A pep-talk, a parallel of their last ball.

Perhaps, this time, Angel needed it too.

"I already feel more like me. How do I look?" asked Val, posturing in his costume. This one wasn't all stuffy and buttoned up. He was the 'Beast' to their 'Beauty and the Beast', but he'd managed to pull the look off while still wearing a miniskirt, fishnets, and high-heeled boots (under an elegant, regal blue blazer, of course!)... and his shirt was unbuttoned down to the chest. All in all, Val looked more Val than he had before. He ran his fingers seductively up his leg and then leaned in to loop one arm through Angel's. "And, this time," Valentino continued, "I brought heel glue. Plus, there's a lot of people here! Not just Overlords and their friends..."

Even imps.

Val had started walking in the middle of his talk, when he stopped all of a sudden and turned around, blinking at everything. This was the first time that either he or Angel had been allowed to visit another ring. Sinners typically weren't allowed to venture outside of Pride. He wanted to take it all in while he still could, especially since they were in Gluttony. Next to Lust, this was the number one destination on his list of never-ever-gonna-happen dream vacations!

Val heaved a sigh through his pheromone-soaked teeth, snapped a few more pictures (some just of his surroundings, a couple selfies, and one of Angel)-- before stepping aside so Angel could go in before him. Another arm held his mask to his face, in front of his glasses. It was a masquerade, after all!

"What do you wanna hit first?" he asked him, eyes alight with more excitement than adrenaline now. "I didn't bring any food this time because they actually have normal food here, so there's nothing to embarrass us. I mean, we don't want a repeat of the infamous—" His voice lowered an octave. "Burger Boys Gossip Session."

Valentino straightened up, grinning in spite of it.

"But!" he laughed. "Nobody will recognize us. Come on. Maybe we can get a look at Queen Bee."

And they started walking, when two Hellhounds and an imp snorted and pulled out their phones... jeering between giggles something that could only ever apply to the pair of insects that passed before them: "Look! It's Burgertits and Big Daddy Burger! The Burger Boys are in town in time for the Burger Ball!"

"FUCK you!" Val snarled, and proceeded to flip them off with all four hands before shepherding Angel away from them. He stopped at the end of the snack table and massaged his temples. "Okay, maybe I was wrong about nobody recognizing us," the moth admitted sourly. "But we can still enjoy the night...? Yeah?"

{ Div. Cred }

[ripmyselfxd]

I’ll Protect You - (Spider man/Peter Parker)

Summary - Spider man saves you for a group of boys, he walks you back to your house and kisses you right before he leaves.

Warnings - threatening, kissing

Proofread - Yes

It was a dark, rainy night in Queens. It was silent, almost to… quiet as you walked out of the local bookstore. You were researching a famous writer for a book-report.

As you walked the lonely streets of your hometown, you came across a group of boys, though you didn’t recognize them. As they came closer you turned around and headed back the way you came, seeing as they where probably drunk with beer cans in their hands.

“Where you going, sexy?”

“Come ‘er and give me some love.”

“What’s wrong, baby? Scared?”

They surrounded you, trapping you. You didn’t want their trouble, you wanted to get home, but it seems as they had other plans…

“Just let me go.” You struggled against one of the boys’ grip. They pushed you against the alleyway wall, your cries muffled by a boys’ hand. Just then, something swooshed behind them, and you saw a figure, but you couldn’t make out who it was. The person put a finger over their mouth, to say ‘shh’. You stayed quiet, as the person took them out one by one.

“HEY!-“

“Please don’t-“

One by one, they dropped to the ground, until not a single one of them was standing.

“Are you alright?” It was a male voice, and as he came forward, you saw the outfit and realized, “Spider man? What are you doing here?” “I came to save you.” He picks up the book you dropped to the ground and handed it to you. You took it and mumbled a ‘thank you’ before walking off “W-Wait!” You turned around to see him jogging towards you, “Would you mind if I… walk you home?” You smiled “Of course.”

You walked in silence the first couple minutes until he sparked a conversation. You talked the whole way home, not realizing you were home so fast.

“Well, thank you for everything.”

“No worries, I’ll protect you anytime.”

You smiled, slowly walking towards each other, “So, Mr. Spider, I guess this is where we part?” You say, looking at him as he wraps his arms around your waist, “Yeah, see you later.” He leans into kiss you, “Yeah, see you.” You lean in closer to him. Your lips meet, sparks fly. It was pouring rain and thundering but you don’t care, neither did he. As you pulled away, you looked at each other one more time before he shot a web and flew away. You fell asleep that night, a nice feeling that he will always protect you.

[wilsonthemoose]

Watch Out For Sammy

Written for Week 2 of the Dark!Dean Event: "The things I'm willing to do or kill... it scares me sometimes."

"Watch out for Sammy," said his father as he hefted his duffle and walked out of a hundred different doors in a hundred different towns.

Dean thinks of that often. And he's thinking of it again, standing at a crossroads.

Teen and Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Major Character Death

Corpse (brief and non graphic description), Spider (brief mention), Season 01, Season 02, All Hell Breaks Loose, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst

Here's how this will end: one half-drunk night, Sam Winchester will call his father's phone just to hear it go to voicemail, just to hear his voice. He will hear his brother instead, saying "John Winchester is dead."

It will be the first quiet doubt.

It goes something like this: he's standing over the dazed, half-conscious form of Jake, he's walking away, he's walking towards his brother.

He's waking up in blood-stained clothes.

He's grieving. He's drunk. He's dialing a number from memory at a rusty payphone.

"Watch out for Sammy," said his father as he hefted his duffle and walked out of a hundred different doors in a hundred different towns.

Dean watched him as a child, taking his first steps toward him, making paper airplanes in a motel parking lot, doing crosswords by the window, running laps under the midday sun.

He watched him across crowds and under day-old newspapers in California. Watched him juggle several jobs over the summer, pick trash off a highway (a volunteer but if Dean could have walked up to him and said hello, he would have started with a lousy joke about convicts). He watched his lamp left on during exam week and watched him buy asprins in drug stores, play volleyball on the lawn.

Dean stayed at shitty motels and picture-perfect for-sale houses with camp beds and a phone number to call if shit went sideways.

And when it did and he called, with something like a hundred miles between them and a burning apartment and a dead girl, his father answered, cut him off before he got more than a word out, said "I know. I'm sorry," and hung up.

And that was all.

Years earlier, on Sam's 17th birthday, scraping a whetstone along the edge of a blade, his father had said, almost as if he were wondering aloud (except he wasn't the type to voice his thoughts unless he meant to) that Sam would always need someone watching out for him.

(Dean had spent the day ribbing Sam about being all grown up, ruffling his hair and baby-talking him until he'd brushed Dean off and gone out for the day.)

Dean had muttered ascent with a shrug and in the days, weeks, and years following, had watched his father's oppressive watchfulness, and realized, uneasily, that he had meant it.

Sam had been a sweet little thing, still slightly jaundiced and too small to do much more than look and smile the first time their mother had transferred the bundle gently into Dean's arms.

Dean had sat still as he could, holding his arms stiff where his father had positioned them ("You have to be careful with his head,") and had decided, with childlike sincerity, that he would never let anything happen to his little brother.

He'd somewhat failed at that. In a hundred scratches, scrapes, and stitches. A hundred different monsters and as many close-runs, but he'd kept Sam alive, and when he did get hurt, Dean had been there with a first-aid kit, and, when Sam was older, a smuggled flask of whiskey.

They drove for hours at a time, for months, chasing cases across the states and a father more elusive than any ghost.

Sam slept badly, tossing and turning, waking breathing like he was still in that burning room.

Their father never answered another call or voicemail, but he turned up, once or twice, worked a case with them, and left as abruptly as he'd come.

"Watch out for Sammy," he'd still tell Dean in way of goodbye.

He wasn't given to asking questions. He hadn't been raised to it. "Shoot first, ask questions later," his father had drilled into him and Dean was nothing if not an effective soldier.

But there was something in the way John treated the two of them. The way he'd give Dean the gun and send Sam to guard the victims (what's a shield except the thing you don't mind getting hit, Dean would wonder). The way he trusted Dean, the way he didn't trust Sam. The way he'd come back smelling like whiskey and suspicion, the way he'd look at Sam, the way he'd question him, coaxing and concerned for years at first, then harsh, interrogative, about everything from what he'd been dreaming about to why the ever-loving fuck he'd sympathized with a werewolf several months back.

"You never ask questions," his father had said over a drink with half a smile and something of a challenge.

You'd never answer had flashed through Dean's head and lingered like a doubt. "I don't need to," he'd said instead.

Dean wasn't given to asking questions, but he knew how to get an answer when he needed one.

Slit a throat, hold out a chalice to catch the blood, ask a question.

Tie down a demon, drown it in a tub of holy water, ask a question each time you let it come up for air.

He knows. Yellowed eyed demon, special children. His father's hand curled around the neck of a bottle, cigarette-yellowed nails white as he stares at Sam.

If Dean failed as a child, let a striga get too close, let a werewolf take a nasty swing, let Sam's head connect with asphalt that one awful morning in Iowa, he fails all the worse as an adult. Sam dies in his arms.

He once asked Sam what he'd really wanted when he'd gone away. Normalcy? Safety? You know what happens to normal people. You know how safe they are.

Tracing his thumb along a line of stitches, Sam had answered, hesitantly, slowly, "It was never going to end. Dad's crusade— it would end with all of us dead."

They lay him down in a little abandoned cottage just outside Cold Oak.

Sam looks small, suddenly, bangs askew, collar turned up, but with the wound hidden under him, Dean can convince himself Sammy's just sleeping. He looks peaceful, younger than he has any right to be, innocent, like the years of hunting haven't yet left their mark on him. Like he'll sit up any minute now and go after their Dad to make sure he doesn't kill that kid.

A large spider crawls off the wall and over his folded hands, it's near Sam's collar by the time Dean springs up from his chair and beats it away.

He stands at a crossroads, buries a box in the ground, waits five long heartbeats, and turns

Red eyes flash, long white arms unfold to hang by her sides, "Hello, Dean," she says.

"I'm here to make a deal," he says. "My father for my brother."

Her teeth flash in a smile.

"I'll always watch out for Sammy," Dean tells his father instead of goodbye.