#v: golden spider

[goldenbeastkeeper]

@cutexasxabutton

Valor had been ordered to get rid of Spiderman.

That was about all he was sent out of the facility for nowadays: silencing those who were getting in the way of, or coming too close to, the organization and their more secretive projects. He was the most skilled at this point, having gained the highly coveted title of the Golden Spider, so reconnaissance missions were left to less experienced spiders.

This one, however, was different. He'd never faced a foe with powers before, much less ones so similar to his own. It was going to be a challenge, but also . . . interesting.

These were his thoughts as he made his way through the city, jumping from building to building, staying in the shadows. He knew his best chance would come when the superhero was already exhausted, which meant immediately following a fight with some other villain. Long enough time for him to drop his guard, but not long enough for him to disappear.

It meant he would have to wait.

He was very good at waiting.

Tonight was Valor's chance, and he took it. After donning his mask and armor and cape and shifting into spider form, he perched on a wall near the fight, hidden beneath a ledge, watching to see in what direction Spiderman would flee once it was over. Following after him silently.

The fight would be over quickly so long as he could get a bite in. A paralyzed Spiderman wouldn't be able to fight back, after all. So he followed, closer, getting a good angle . . .

And he lunged.

[goldenbeastkeeper]

Valor had turned back to the woman the moment people's heads turned, ready to bite, but he pulled back with an involuntary hiss the moment he saw this kid do the exact opposite of everyone else. He cut it off with his mouth snapping shut the moment it started, but a brief flash of his fangs had still been visible.

Mentally swearing, he turned his gaze back to the other side of the station, attempting to salvage his cover just in case this person didn't actually notice, though his focus was still on him, out of the corner of his eye.

This was not going according to plan.

For a medic in a stressful situation, he did feel relaxed enough to throw shade at a kid on the phone. Akira's gut twists in a way he normally feels when he's in the Metaverse, of witnessing something he likely shouldn't be and being clued in on...something. In this case, he's not exactly sure what.

Wait, hold on. Did the guy just say something to the victim--?

No, focus. Something fishy is going on, and Akira will be damned if he lets this person suffer without doing something. So as several people's attention are caught in the diversion, his own instincts (this is a dangerous situation, he needs as much cover as possible) kick in as he drops to his knees beside both the victim and the so-called medic, trying to find anything out of the ordinary.

"Hey, don't worry. There's an ambulance on the way. You can hang on that long, right?"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jamil Viper: A Web, Tangled

Aaand here we go with the Relaxing in Room line of birthday cards :v d ehebkwjw It’s so funny that they chuck pillows to attack??? (By the way, congrats to this Jamil card overloading and crashing the JP server 😂)

For this series of birthday ficlets, I’ll focus on writing each birthday boy preparing to walk to school with the reader (since the duo partner barely appears in the vignettes). Can be read platonically or romantically, whatever you prefer~

Rise and Shine!

You lingered by the doorway, your eyes glued on Jamil.

He was preoccupied with glimpsing himself in a mirror set on a table. Before him were various accessories from a jeweled box. (Judging from the gaudiness of the massive rubies on it, it must have been a gift from Kalim.)

Loose tresses the color of dark chocolate tumbled down his back. When Jamil ran a brush through them, the sun caught and his hair tempered, turning lustrous.

You’d seen him massage his scalp with oil-slicked hands before—and again, he diid it, followed by some sort of a cream. The routine left his head moisturized smelling faintly of jasmine. Jamil never compromised when it came to hair care.

You often had to remind yourself that he was not a princess, entrancing as he was. The sway of his hair, the snap of his steps. Each movement, close to a part in a mysterious dance.

Jamil produced his magical pen. The magestone laid in it was as clear as a cloudless day, and the color of blood that had been left out for a little too long.

Now came the spectacle, the very highlight of your entire morning.

Jamil raised the pen as if he was a conductor waving his baton. A hush fell over an imaginary audience, a collective of breaths held in anticipation. This is it, this is it.

He flicked his wrist, and the magic flowed.

A trail of scarlet light emanated whenever Jamil drew his wand. The accessories laid out on his desk floated up, compelled, in a neat line. A band with a feather dangling from it, narrow golden bangles, flat beads that clinked like coins.

His dark locks lifted, dividing themselves into even sections, then into even smaller ones. They carefully twisted over and under each other, weaving into tight braids. Accessories slid on, effortlessly fitting themselves at his direction.

His intricate hairstyle assembled quickly, as if arranging the pieces of a familiar puzzle.

The red sparkles faded into a fine shimmer and then into nothing at all. As the last traces of magic settled, you bursted into applause.

“Bravo, bravo! Great show as always,” you said appreciatively.

“… That wasn’t a performance,” Jamil corrected as he set his magical pen down.

“It might as well be! It takes some serious skill to pull that off every morning.” You gestured to him. “And so fast!“

“Anyone could accomplish it with enough time and practice.” His words choice was humble, but there was a hint of a smirk in his tone.

A rare moment of triumph for him.

“Not just anyone. I think you’ve got a natural talent for this kind of thing,” you grinned broadly, “like a spider!”

Jamil’s neutral expression splintered, leaving jagged edges exposed. His left eyes twitched, pupils pinpricks.

“Excuse me? In what way do I remind you of a vile bug?”

“Hey, don’t knock spiders! You guys have similar skills. The braids, the webs. You make’m well, all nice and strong. No strands out of place.”

“That doesn’t reassure me,” he groused, a hand on his hip. “I’d prefer if you didn’t compare me to them. It feels wrong.”

Jamil shivered. Not from the cold, but with repulsion.

You gave a laugh—soft against the rising morning sun. “Really? But you’re so alike in other ways too.”

His eyes narrowed into suspicious slivers. Mildly offended, perhaps.

“Elaborate,” he commanded.

“They’re hard working and important but under-appreciated,” you pointed out. “Without spiders, there would actually be a lot more bugs around. We should be more grateful to have spiders’ webs.”

There was a pause, deliberate. Then a gentle prompt.

“… Remind you of anyone?”

Jamil scoffed. It was as loud as a thunderclap in his suddenly cavernous bedroom.

“Maybe.”

Two syllables, clipped. An acknowledgment.

“Jamil-senpai…?”

He hurriedly looked away, staring at the wall for likely longer than what was deemed appropriate. Any more, whether in length or in intensity, and he might have burned a hole in it. His face, hotter than the Scalding Sands.

Your brows shot up. “… Ah. Could it be that you’re feeling embarrassed?”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. Something like this couldn’t possibly ruffle me.”

You craned your body, attempting to meet his gaze. But he wrenched away, denying that to you. “Then why aren’t you looking at me when you say that?”

“I need to get ready for class,” he replied dismissively. “So close the door and wait outside while I change out of my pajamas.”

“Now you’re just changing the subject!”

“Well, we’ll both be running late if we continue to dawdle,” Jamil warned—a tactful evasive maneuver.

His hands found their way onto your arms, steering you into the hallway. You turned back, mouth opening to protest, but Jamil had already sealed himself off.

Banging and calling out to him was no good. Kicking resulted in you gripping onto your poor foot and whimpering. You were left in a sorry state, back to the door as you rested on the floor.

On the other side, Jamil was surely having a little laugh. Cheeks still burning from the praise showered upon him, basking in the afterglow of it.

You sighed.

A spider makes its web to deceive flies into getting stuck in it. Jamil-senpai can be just as tricky.

[sold2vlaykz]

Dangerous hands.

Prompt- Slashers and fem! manual sex/frottage. (Fingering-Eating out)

Featuring: The blind man, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees,Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Gabriel may, Charles Lee Rey.

Warning!- Hand in V sex, Cursing, mild fluff, period play,

The blind man- Don’t breath

Despite spending quite some time alone, he knows what he’s doing.

He’s just as skilled with his hands when it comes down to fingering just as it is with murdering.

He enjoys fingering you, making you feel good while he feels you vibrating the bed from how bad he’s making you shake, your whimpering echoing off the walls like music in his ears.

And believe it or not him fingering you is a common occurrence, you’re angry? Let him take some heat off, you’re happy? Let him make you happier.

He’ll start off slow, taking a nice range of motion listening out for your moans, he’ll let you guide him into you.

As soon as he hits that spot he’s like a spider in the night, attacking that sweet soft area until you can’t take it anymore slowly pulling you apart, he’ll take his time with you, you can’t handle it? He’ll slow down, want him to stop? You can take a ten minute break in the middle of it.

He’s ready to do whatever makes you feel good.

Based on his age he doesn’t really know how to use vibrators other than you helping him put it on your clit.

He’ll put pressure on it with his thumb, sweet little circle motions with his pinky finger at the bottom of your inner labia, fingering you with his middle finger and ring finger.

And god it felt heavenly, he’d suck on your slit meanwhile his hands are entering you at a quickened pace.

It’s unlike him it’d take you less than five minutes to cum under all his pressure and glory.

His expertise made it easier, his knowledge of the female anatomy.

He loves it when you grind on him, pressuring his knee on your clit as you desperately get yourself off.

A little sad he can’t watch your tears stream down your face and your mouth agape as you scream.

He’d make you sit on his lap as he bounces his knee up and down while talking to you.

Fingering you with one hand while he reads a book in braille in the other.

The feeling of his knee and hands overstimulating you all together.

-

Michael Myers- Halloween 1978

He understood your need to pleasure yourself, but didn’t quite understand why you’d rather do that instead of taking his cock.

If you begged him enough about it he would, just jamming his fingers in there or either letting you grab his wrist and do all the work.

His hands were thicker and longer, so they worked much better than yours.

Sometimes when he fingered you it either ended up in straight rough sex or him just letting you do it alone.

It was common for it to happen, a rare golden moment. Most of the time he just fucked you when you felt horny or let you use your toys on yourself.

Most of the time it took twenty minutes, the room full of your mounds and your pussy’s wet sounds.

Michaels fingers reached deep, always stretching you super wide. Confused on why you always came all over him despite his lack of motion.

He isn’t really fond of fingering, prefers sex. Wanting to pleasure both of you, well more so him but you get some of it.

He didn’t care about grinding, but if your desperate enough go ahead and get off, he’ll get horny watching his leg get soaked, doesn’t care if your on your period or not.

As long as he gets to stuff his dick in something wet.

-

Jason Voorhees- Friday the 13th

Jason is pretty strong, unnaturally strong.

He’s worried that if he goes too rough that he’ll hurt you, rip you apart even.

He’s super careful, he enjoys making you feel good, watching your face contort of pleasure and what pace to keep.

He’s willingly to offer if you need some, even willing to help you use some of your vibrators on yourself because he thinks it safer.

He’s not the best at it so he depends on your help, he doesn’t really enjoy doing it himself because he can actually rip you. Or just hurt you in general, he likes your little sounds knowing he’s doing good despite your guiding.

Him fingering you is often! He’s willing to help, especially on your cycle. He’s used to blood-clots and nasty/odd smells.

If it makes you feel better he’ll finger you while you’re bleeding, cramping, anything to take the pain off.

If he’s too tired to have sex with you after a long day he’ll use his hands, it’s not that he’s not into you it’s just that it’s hard to be horny after some trespasser just shot him in the leg.

It usually takes you ten minutes to cum all over him, though there are some times where he does it by himself making you cum quicker and boy is he proud of himself.

When you grind on him it makes him flustered, heat burning his ears watching you whimper as you hump his leg like a dog in heat.

Bouncing his leg a little to help you more.

He’ll be more than happy to help you, you want him to pressure his knee on your clit? He’ll do it, at whatever pace you want.

Jason’s a very obedient man, whatever you want.

He likes watching you teach him, seeing how much determination in your eyes.

How patient you are when it comes down to him hurting you and making mistakes.

-

Thomas Hewitt- TCM 2003

Thomas isn’t really fond of fingering, it makes him frustrated especially when he can’t get you to cum.

Sometimes you’ll just want a quickie with his hands but that’ll leave him pent up and horny, despite that he’ll do what you want him to do.

Ignoring the bulging hard on in his pants.

His hands are very thick, makes it easier to stretch your walls. He enjoys how soft and mushy you feel inside.

He enjoys eating you out while finger fucking you though, he doesn’t really feel any pressure on his face so his tongue can reach deeper, sucking all over your inner labia, while jamming his fingers into your tight hole.

He loves it when you grind on him, it’d just end up in both of you humping eachother like wild animals.

Sometimes he eventually just fucks you, hard and rough. To the point where you’re holding your teeth down in his teeth, trying to muffle your moans and screams.

How proud of himself as you look all fucked out, just by his knees, fingers, tongue or cock.

When he saw you use your toys he became shy, just watching as you played with yourself in the most innocent fashion.

Watching you insert shaped things into yourself, and the loud moans you let out in response, watching you clench around the object and tremble.

He helped you one time but then you two began to have sex and your legs were numb and shaking.

The pain you felt after was remarkable, so both of you had to learn that you it was better he just watched you or stayed away while you did it, despite his lack of self control.

-

Vincent Sinclair- House of wax

Vincent was very passionate about fingering you, he was careful. Not exactly precise based on his lack of experience, but he was soft,

He followed your every lecture and move, even read books about it just to make you feel better.

His index finger rubbing your inner labia, middle finger plunging deep and thoroughly in your vagina opening.

He wasn’t the best at first but became more understanding with your guidance.

Despite what’s thought of him he can be very rough, he’s very sex deprived and enjoys any sexual friction, grinding, fingering, oral.

Any intimacy, from rough fingering to sweet grinding.

He loved pleasuring you, he loved gaining skills, and sex was considered one.

Grinding some something you enjoyed and shared, Vincent was in heat, desperately. He didn’t waste any time to do something romantic or just sexual with you.

Vincent was very good with his tongue, sloppily making out with you as you grind on his knee, or simply grinding on his face.

You didn’t have toys, so it was up to Vincent to make you feel as best as he could.

He doesn’t really have any tactic when it comes down to fingering you, just jamming his fingers as deep and he could until he finally hit your spot.

Sucking and licking hungrily until you came all over his fingers and face.

Grinding with you two wasn’t rare, he’d hump your ass as you were bent over on the bed heaving and puffing over you.

Keeping you close trying to get as close as he can pressuring your body on his until you couldn’t be hugged tighter.

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Gabriel May- Malignant

Gabriel was utterly sex deprived, he enjoyed giving, happy that he could make you feel good.

He knew a lot about fingering considering he had a woman’s body.

He loved touching you his hands diving deep in your folds, cupping your wetness with one hand pinching your clit with another. Putting pressure on the hood of your slit, knuckle on your urethral opening.

Gabriel knew how to make you cum, despite his lack of sexual interaction.

If you want it rough he’d just focus on stretching his fingers inside.

He knows comfortable positions, especially due to his odd anatomy, he didn’t really enjoy grinding but he knew why you liked it.

He couldn’t see your face while you did it, and it was even awkward for you looking at his sister’s face if you would’ve done it.

You two keep best terms with fingering and using toys.

He’d apply the toy on your clit letting it buzz and vibrate your legs, or insert a toy in you by your wishes.

Plucking at your urethra while sucking the head of your vagina, Gabriel didn’t mind hair or blood.

Seeing he shares a similar body.

-

Charles Lee Rey- Childs play

Charles was a kinky guy; he enjoyed anything that involved sex between the two of you, like phone sex, grinding, or eating you out.

He didn’t really like shaped toys like dildos, but he didn’t mind slight vibrators.

He didn’t like the thought of something else filling you, jealous of how much you used them instead of craving his cock.

He likes it when you grind on him, calling you his “desperate bitch in heat.” As you fucked yourself tired on him.

Fingering you in public places, forcing you to keep your voice down as he completely destroyed your pussy.

If someone caught you? They’d just get shot. Not because they caught you but because they saw you in only a way he should.

Bending you over in an alley before rubbing his hard on- on your ass.

Just hard grinding against each other bashing his clothed cock on the back of your pussy, often you wearing skirts so he could get easier access.

He’ll plunge his fingers deep into you at a movie theater, in a restaurant, in the middle of a robbery.

Wanting you to wake him up with his face covered in pussy, licking and sucking trying to get every part of wetness from you. Barely being able to breathe yet still lapping up your juices.

His face covered in your wet slick, with his fingers digging in the opening of you.

Sometimes just wanting to eat you before heading out.

-

AU-Open to criticism!

[imababblekat]

TmnT Boy's Reaction To April's Roomie Dressing Nice; Hc's

Anon request, "Hey so I have a quick request- but first ima say that I love your writing style and your spider-person/tmnt AU! It’s so fun to read your work and I say it again, I love it! Anyway tho, can I pls request on how the turtles react to our sleepy roommate, actually looking their best. Such as in a nice outfit and they freshened up. Please don’t feel like you have to write this. And you can skip it if you want. But ya, amazing work! ✨✨✨"

A/N: Aw thank you! sorry i've been dead lately, hopefully i'll be able to get to it tho ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

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◌ (c,c) = chosen color ◌

~xXx~

Michelangelo:

100% whistles when he comes to pick you and April up for a special NYPD ceremony and gets a look at your nightly outfit

It’s not even anything super sexy; a (c,c) long sleeved, v neck jumper with a simple floral design down one of the open pent legs accompanied with a pair of (c,c) block heals and simple but stylish jewelry

The outfit and your styled up looks are just so different from what Mikey is used to seeing you in, which is usually either comfy sweats or casual clothing depending on the location

He lets you know how stunning you look and doesn’t miss the way you shyly try to hide your blush at his compliments, which only spurs him on some more

At one point in the night he makes a slightly flirtatious comment about how he’s not surprised you pulled off such a look, because he thinks you’re gorgeous in anything, and is promptly met with your very flustered response of shoving your matching orange purse in his face (he regrets nothing!)

Donatello:

This poor turt feels his stomach fluttering when lays eyes upon your outfit for the nights celebration

Accentuating your appearance is a soft (c,c) dress with a sewn on silk cape that covers your upper arms, frilly tights cover your legs and adorable (c,c) flats support your feet, and to top it all off is a simple but very cute pastel purple bow clipped neatly to your hair to pull it all together

Donnie nearly chokes up on his words trying to think of the right thing to say, as he’s so used to seeing you wearing anything else but this type of style

Eventually he settles for just offering you his arm to walk with him into the rented convention center the NYPD is hosting in, to which you appreciatingly take

You’re just so pretty and to be frank the purple bow is definitely throwing him off in the best of ways

Of course, Donnie being too smart for his own good, has a sneaking suspicion the accessory was a purposeful choice based on your little smirk and glinting gaze

Raphael:

All the impatience Raphael felt waiting for you and April to finish getting ready dissipates like water in the Sahara when his golden eyes lay witness to your get up

Enveloping you is a beautiful (c,c) asymmetrical cloak sleeved top that cascades diagonally down your form and to match are a pair of equally flowing wide leg trousers and (c,c) coned heels

The accessory picked to match is a very pretty necklace with a glimmering ruby, a detail that does not escape Raphael’s notice

Speaking of notice, it does not escape you the slightly awkward silence you and April are greeted with from the burly ninja

Raph is quick to fix himself when April ask if he’s okay, hoping no one notices the deep blush upon his cheeks, and he jokingly pretends to not recognize you, saying he’s just focused on trying to see where you’re at

You of course roll your eyes at his antics and smack his arm, Raphael chuckling at your slight feistiness he adores, and commits your un-characteristic appearance to the catalog of memories he has of you

Leonardo:

Much like Raphael, Leonardo is left speechless when the balcony window to your and April’s apartment opens to reveal your chosen attire for the NYPD ceremony

A (c,c) suit blazer tops a neatly ironed dress shirt that’s tucked into matching (c,c) slacks held up by a fastened belt and to match are a pair of (c,c) oxfords to offer your feet comfort as well as added fanciness

The blue tie around your collared shirt is what catches Leo’s eyes, a grin spreading across his face as he steps inside and makes a comment about how the outfit suits you

Ignoring his punny compliment you simply say thanks before adding that you just wish you could get the tie to not be crooked and if he would be okay lending a hand

Leonardo has no issue helping especially when it comes to you and as he closes the gap between you to adjust said troublesome tie, it takes all of his willpower to not get completely enraptured by the deepening blush upon your soft cheeks, that of which always seems to make him equally flush

~xXx~

[namelessdumbass]

Papa III chasuble details

Nobody's probably interested anymore, but i've found more details on golden medaillons on the back of Terzo's chasuble. I wanted to ask Michele Berandi about them, but, unfortunately, he hasn't been active on his IG since 2021 anymore 😔

Btw, according to Michele, it took about 300(!) hours between 4 people to craft this beauty. They did an amazing job!

Let me remind you what the front of the chasuble looks like

There are lots of skulls, a spider, a snake, crucifix, chains and claws.

The back has similar elements, but i'm not sure whether they all are identical. Here's what i could find:

What i definitely could find were a spider, skulls and a crucifix with chains. There may be other elements, but most of his back pictures are so shitty my eyes hurt in attempt to find any clues 🙃

In my honest opinion, Terzo's chasuble is the most interesting one.

It's pretty detailed and looks majestic. Knowing how low on money Ghost were at the time, i'm truly impressed we got such a nice and regal looking Papa.

Let's see if Papa V's chasuble can match or even outmatch Terzo's.

[exhaslo]

Hi! I love your writing, especially what you wrote throughout Kinktober. I like to request something involving Miguel O’Hara.

So back on Day 30 of your Kinktober where you posted Villain!Miguel, it got me feeling things after reading the whole fic. Then a “What If” scenario came to mind: what if Spider!Fem!Reader was able to win the battle against Villain!Miguel and she would kidnap him this time to gather intel about Alchemax’s shady business practices (because she already knew the villainous Spider-Man is Miguel under the mask). While trying every way for Miguel to open up, but won’t budge unless he pleads a deal.

He’ll open up…if Spider!Fem!Reader has sex with him. Deal is sealed but the heroine warns the villain if he tries anything suspicious, he’ll receive more than pleasure.

- @club-danger-zone

Lissssssten, I read this at 3am when I woke up for work and been thinking about it ALLLLLLLL DAY!!!!!

Summary: Alternative Ending to Kinktober Day 30, Villain!Miguel x Hero!Reader

Original Click Here

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, corruption, dirty talk, p in v, restraints, rough sex, overstimulation, manipulation, wannabedom!reader

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Everything happened so fast that you were still trying to process what had happened. You were responding to a new threat at Alchemax when it started. A new, strong and dangerous villain had appeared, but to your concerned surprise, it was none other than your psycho coworker, Miguel O'Hara.

Miguel was the son of Alchemax's own CEO, Tyler Stone. The proud and cruel son who shared his father's ideals. You had been Miguel's coworker for years and knew how crazy he could be. Miguel was obsessed with studying the genetic makeup of some of the heroes from the Golden Hero Age. Particularly, Spiderman.

Miguel tested on people without a care. One of his experiments ended up accidently biting you, turning you into the hero Spider-Woman. It was hard, but you had to keep your secret from the madman. Miguel was like a mad scientist. What was worse, was that he finally tested on himself. That new threat you were responding too was none other than him.

"Just treat him like any other villain!" You told yourself.

Honestly, you were not prepared. Despite knowing how Miguel was, you couldn't help but fall for the bad boy troupe. Miguel was just so good looking. If he wasn't so crazy, you'd probably had asked him out. Hell, you always folded whenever he asked you to do something for him.

"Alright. Let's get this started," You finally said as you entered the room where Miguel was.

Miguel raised his head, giving that cold stare he usually had. His eyes were a beautiful red shade compared to normal. You wanted to ask him why he tested on himself. You wanted too, but taking down Alchemax was far more important.

"Tell me everything you know about Alchemax."

Miguel watched you with amusement. He had been trying to get you in his clutches since you first appeared. This was as close as he was going to get. Miguel wanted you as a test subject. Miguel let you beat him so he could get close to you. Licking his lips, Miguel observed you in person. That suit was tight against your skin. If only he could just touch you. If only he could study your blood.

"Miguel, focus." You demanded. Miguel returned his attention to you. That mask that covered the top half of your face, "If you cooperate, I might let you off easy."

"You already know my name," Miguel hummed lowly, leaning back in his seat. The restraints holding him back, "I'm honored."

"We can work this out," You sighed softly, seeing that he was being unreasonable, "I'm sure-"

"I'll answer your questions if you answer mine." Miguel said with a cruel smirk.

You had to be someone he knew. He could sense it. Furrowing his brows, Miguel noticed that his sense of smell had become stronger. This was getting interesting.

"D-Depends on the questions." You told him, biting your lower lip.

Miguel's eyes sparkled. There was one person who would bite their lip whenever they got nervous. Miguel inhaled deeply as he felt excitement run through his veins. It seemed like he was going to get his experiment after all.

"Oh, (Y/N), you've been keeping this secret from me this whole time? I gotta say, I'm a little hurt." Miguel's tone was cruel as he watched you flinch.

"N-Now we're getting off topic. Alchemax has been-"

"(Y/N)," Miguel changed his tone into a sweeter one, knowing how to manipulate you, "Why don't I answer all your questions if you just do me one little thing."

"T-That's not my name, b-but what is it?" You stuttered.

Miguel noticed your scent change into something sweet. His pupils dilated as he felt something in him grow hungry. Yes, this was a good reaction. Miguel was going to play his game.

"I'll tell you everything if you have sex with me." He told you, his words dripping like honey.

"Se-" Oh, you were folding.

Your heart nearly stopped as you tried to come up with a proper response. You had only imagined a moment like this. The amount of nights you masterbated to the thought. Slowly approaching Miguel, you knew that this was a horrible idea. What hero would give in to a villain? What hero would willingly have sex with an enemy?

"F-Fine! But if you try anything, I'll make sure that you'll receive more than just...pleasure," You huffed.

Honestly, you were nervous. What the hell could you do to him if he tried to make a move? Not wanting to think about that, you just played along. You were going to be the dominator in this moment. Miguel was tied up to the chair.

"Would you take your mask off for me?"

"Don't push it."

You fixed your hair, getting on your knees to undo his feet restraints. Despite Miguel being evil, you still wanted him to be comfortable for this. Once you loosen the restraints a little, you proceeded to undo his pants. Your fingers trembled as you stared at his large erection. He had already gotten hard just from asking you!

Miguel watched you in amusement. You smelled so scared, yet so sweet. You slowly stroked his dick as you undid a small, hidden zipper from your suit. Miguel's smirk widen,

"A zipper?" He questioned with a low groan. You pressed his tip, biting your lower lip,

"Y-You try going to the bathroom with this on! I had to make adjustments!" You huffed.

Once you thought you were ready, you sat against Miguel's lap and tried to slid onto his dick. You whimpered, unable to do so. Miguel leaned his head into your neck, inhaling your neck. You gasped lowly as he licked your cheek. You could feel fangs. Miguel never had fangs. You tried to move away, but Miguel nibbled against your suit,

"It's never going to fit unless you let me help, carino (sweetheart)" Miguel groaned lowly. You whimpered as you decided to rub your hips against his dick,

"I-I'm taking control."

"I don't think you can," Miguel's tone turned cruel once more as he grazed his fangs against your suit, "You smell so sweet. All for me."

"Don't flatter yourself," You gasped lowly as you started to get into the pleasure, "T-This is just...for information."

"Sure, (Y/N). My little (Y/N), the super hero. The perfect test subject right in the palm of my hand."

"S-Stop...c-calling me that," You begged.

Every time Miguel said you name, it sent shivers down your spine. Once more, you tried to slid his cock inside you. You whined and cried out as you managed to fit the tip inside your tight pussy. He was too big and you were not prepped enough, but you had to try. If you let him go, who knows what he would do.

"Treat this like another battle, (Y'N). You can handle it. If not, I might have to fight back."

You yelped as Miguel thrusted his hips up ever so slightly. Your walls tighten around his tip, begging him to wait. You were supposed to take control. You had to take care of this. You could only whimper and cry as you finally fit him fully inside you.

"What a perfect fit. Aren't you a good little test subject." Miguel whispered in your ear as you held onto him, "Now start moving. You owe me for keeping this secret, (Y/N)."

"M-Miguel...I...I said..." You whined as you started to bounce against his cock, "A-Ah~ Hah~ I-I'm in...mhm...c-charge."

Each time you bounced against his dick, you felt your body jolt in pleasure. Drool nearly rolled down your mouth as you started to ride him faster. His dick hitting your cervix with each thrust. Fireworks went off in your brain as you felt a hot, tight knot about to explode.

"That's right, (Y/N), you were made just for me." Miguel used his teeth to pull your mask down. Your fucked out expression turned him on more, "This chemistry we share must be explored more!"

"M-Miguel~!" You cried out, shaking as you reached your orgasm. Miguel licked his lips as he kept moving his hips, thrusting inside you,

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, (Y/N), you just have to keep up your end of the deal. You will, won't you? Or do heroes lie?" He said with a devilish smirk.

"Y-Yes! I-I will!"

You moaned softly as you felt Miguel cum inside you. Your vision blurred slightly before you calmed down from your high. Gasping, you immediately fixed you mask and scooted off of his lap. You fixed yourself up and gave him a slight shock from one of your web shooters. Miguel hissed in pain,

"I-I told you I would punish you if you tried something!" You cried out, huffing your cheeks out. Miguel just chuckled,

"I'm a Villain, did you really expect me to play fair?"

You whined softly, but to your surprise, Miguel did share some information with you. He only gave you a little bit and told you that if you wanted more, you had to keep meeting him. You were hesitant at first, but you kept telling yourself what was the harm?

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"You've gotten used to this, huh, (Y/N)? Can't do anything without this villain's dick inside you?" Miguel whispered harshly as he pounded your pussy from behind. You held onto the wall, moaning loudly from pleasure,

"T-This is j-just f-for information-" You tried to say. Miguel just roared in laughter as he held your hips higher, slapping himself into you,

"Sure. Just admit that you can't do anything with me. I'm the villain who corrupted you."

"N-No, t-this....this is f-for ah~ w-wait...s'much..." You cried out as Miguel started to pinch your clit, "M-Miguel...I-I said-"

"That I can do what I want as long as I help you arrest my father. I'm doing a good deed here,"

Miguel just watched you break under him. The amount of orgasms he had drawn out of you this past week alone was an accomplishment. The amount of times you kept coming back to him for more 'information' was just delicious. This was a game he wanted you to believe that you were winning.

Giving you another load of his cum, Miguel watched in amusement as your body twitched for more. He pushed his fingers inside you, wanting to keep the cum inside. Miguel wanted to experiment with you more. With a lick of his lips, he leaned towards your ear,

"You know, after I help you arrest my father, you're still going to need information to take down other big bads." You whined, trying to move away from him,

"I-I will be the judge of that. Who's to say I won't have you arrested?" You warned, moving away to fix your zipper. Miguel just laughed in response,

"You would never."

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Gosh, I can't wait to write the Villain!Miguel series!!!

[cconfusedkat]

For another few decent weeks, I had been thinking abt Wilt's bishops,, and how I wanted them to look. Soooo over the past week, as well as pmv planning, I came up with a few things for the rest of the four :>ccc

This would be pre-betrayal, way before Wilt killed their siblings rather than,, just injuring them! No good deed! Ouch

Wilt had slowly become a spider everyone learned to fear by instinct. They had more members in their war cult compared to the other four—speeeaaaaking of cults, the only cult that didn't exist in Goat's world is the death cult! Instead, the purple crown of wisdom was given to Thanatos (a.k.a Narinder , puprinder if you will :>c for months i wanted to make a german spitz lol-)

Nowwww obligatory warning image ；

Hi! Hi. We good. Are we good now. Are you still okay with suicide and graphic death details . Let's continue 🎊

Their deaths were erased off the og two images up- but yeah, instead of leaving the four with injuries, they went with the full kill option,,, attempting to prove their worth as a god of war? Which? They SHOULDNT have since being a god AND monarch was already plentiful for them???? But hey i guess thats just how mental illness operates and passes down onto you

Ive yet to draw a proper thing for how thanatos. like. Laid there on his wooden bed with a carved skull. That was when i kept him as a cat but i changed my mind two days ago, and, well, here we are- hes a dog now-

Im about 50 seconds into the pmv so i dont have All the things i want to share from my brain! However without spoiling too much-

Wilt clearly did regret murdering their siblings after a while in Purgatory. This isnt them in Purgatory to clarify, as purgatory is a bright & neon orange and full of clouds,, plus we're missing the chain in the head if thats the case ^v^;;

Thanatos was the last planned one to die. Wilt was angry at how long he hid from them, and thanatos ... thanatos didnt know what else to do , especially considering he had a status to mantain and it was rather foolish of him to continue hiding.

Hours before Wilt would arrive to Thanato's palace, thanatos told his guards about framing wilt for murder. The guards looked at him like a crazed man (which, to be fair, he had a right to be going crazy cuz his siblings werent just dead but the other important gods were dying alongside,, he didnt wanna die under the wrath of the god of war. That'd make him look even more foolish than he already saw himself as)

Wilt busted down Thanato's door in his bedroom. Every other room in the palace of his was empty. They opened the curtains to only find his body laying flat—diagonally—on the wooden bed, his bishop clothes still on with a carved off head. His whole skull was visible and still had some blood left on the sockets and bone.

^ Forgot to mention, Wilt wasn't just freaked out at Thanato's still body on the bed. They freaked out because his "ichor" was red. Gods had black, blue, or golden ichor: mortals had just red blood. Wilt realized Thanatos felt every single second of pain from his own suicide.

Causing a panic response in Wilt as planned, they fell to their knees only crying more ichor,, Thanato's guards captured Wilt. It wasn't likely of them to go down without a fight. Areem, one of Thanto's main guards, knew this about Wilt; he prepared a step further, secretly being all the way on the top of the bed, plunging his sword into Wilt's head to go down through their whole body

UMMM. SO. That was what sent Wilt to Purgatory, can also be be referred to as The Above- Areem was the one to then guard Wilt usually in Purgatory. He gave them a change of robes, just not the ones they Actually wanted (the dark gray-purple robes with the gray-purple shall) WHIIIICH EXPLAINS THIS IMAGE FROM OCTOBER

Currently not too sure on what else to mention about these bishops! I did switch the evil's around, though :o) another little fact about Wilt is that their other four legs were cut off so that's why in Purgatory + Follower form they have two legs rather than their original spider form pre-betrayal.

I do wanna add that their actions are inexcusable so ,, even as a follower in goat's cult they're still like. Pretty rude and blunt. Sometimes it's on purpose, but lesser times its not on purpose. I like to believe they grew desensitized to death over time as well as lacking empathy due to social isolation for three millenia, so that explains their behavior much better rather than excusing it? They are the villain of their own history so- lmao-

The goat genocide happened simultaneously before and after Wilt's death! It took three millenia to eradicate all the goat's left of the warlands, perfect timing for Goat & Ram to die ++ showing up in Wilt's realm (which was another perfect convenience for two siblings to appear, since Thanatos died long ago and his wisdom crown was inactive,, the only crowns Wilt had access to were the crown of famine & the crown of wisdom! (Another thing that explained their changed title after giving goat & ram the crowns of war++wisdom, the god of fear and famine)

ER OK YEAH THAT MIGHT BE ALL I HAVE TO SHARE FOR NOW!! YAYYYYYY I just gotta continue working on the pmv :-3cc

[brodygold]

Twelve Days of Christmas: Day Six

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: six geese-a-laying.

The six men groaned as they stirred awake, their minds clouded and bodies feeling weightless. Each found himself encased in a smooth, glowing, golden egg-shaped pod. The interior was warm and oddly comforting, yet tinged with a metallic hum that resonated through their bones. The pods were suspended in a vast chamber illuminated by radiant beams of gold light that crisscrossed the space like a spider’s web.

For Daniel, the fog in his mind cleared just enough to recall a snippet of memory. It was December, the crisp winter air biting at his face as he and his friends huddled around their table at the diner. Christmas lights twinkled outside the frosted windows, and the smell of cinnamon and pine filled the air. A figure had approached their table—a tall man in a golden soccer jersey, his smile disarmingly bright.

“Want an early Christmas present?” the man had asked, holding up a small golden box. The six friends exchanged curious glances. David had been the first to laugh, joking about it being a pyramid scheme, but their curiosity got the better of them. They each accepted a small golden trinket from the man, its surface warm to the touch. “Trust me,” the man had said, his grin widening, “it’ll change your life.”

Daniel’s head throbbed as the memory faded, replaced by the reality of his current predicament. He pressed his palms against the translucent interior of his pod. A flicker of panic darted across his face as he struggled to make sense of what had happened. The last thing he remembered after the diner was holding the trinket and feeling a sudden wave of dizziness. Now, here he was, encased in this strange cocoon.

“What the… where am I?” he muttered, his voice muffled. He pressed harder against the walls of the pod, the smooth surface cool under his fingertips. Through the golden sheen, he could barely make out the shapes of five other pods, each glowing softly like his own.

“Guys? Are you there?” Daniel called out, his voice trembling. A muffled chorus of confused and frightened responses came from the other pods.

“What is this place?” “I can’t get out!” “Calm down! Let’s think!”

David, a lanky programmer with glasses perpetually sliding down his nose, was in the pod closest to Daniel. He tried to steady his breathing, but the growing sense of dread was impossible to ignore. The chamber around them felt vast, infinite even, the golden beams of light crisscrossing endlessly above. Suddenly, a faint hissing sound caught his attention. He turned to see a golden mist beginning to seep into his pod. It swirled around him, carrying an oddly sweet, metallic scent that filled his lungs.

“What is this stuff?” David choked, pressing himself against the back of the pod to escape the mist. But there was no escape; it was everywhere. The mist wasn’t just filling the pod—it was invading his body, his mind. A wave of warmth began to spread through him, soothing his initial panic. His glasses fogged up as his breathing slowed, his limbs going slack. Somewhere in the fog, a voice whispered.

“You have been chosen for greatness. For the Golden Army.”

The words reverberated in David’s head, erasing his fear and filling him with a strange sense of purpose. He blinked, his glasses slipping from his face as they dissolved into the mist. Shocked, he realized he could see clearly for the first time in years. His vision sharpened, his surroundings coming into focus with an almost supernatural clarity. The voice grew louder, more insistent.

“Shed your past. Embrace your new self.”

David’s body began to tingle, starting at his fingertips. His once-thin, spindly fingers thickened, his nails becoming perfectly trimmed. The transformation traveled up his arms, the bony appendages filling out with firm, sculpted muscle. His shoulders broadened, pushing against the pod walls as they expanded into a powerful V-shape. The golden mist seemed to seep directly into his skin, turning it smooth and glowing with vitality.

His torso convulsed as his ribs and spine realigned. Years of poor posture were corrected in seconds, his chest swelling into a broad, muscular expanse. Abs rippled to the surface, carving themselves into a flawless six-pack. David gasped as his neck thickened, his Adam’s apple becoming more pronounced, his voice deepening with each breath.

The changes continued down his legs. His stick-thin thighs ballooned with muscle, calves becoming rock-solid pillars of strength. Even his feet grew larger, more proportional to his now-athletic frame. A pair of golden cleats materialized on them, glinting in the light.

David’s head tilted back as the mist concentrated around his face. His jawline sharpened, cheeks hollowing slightly to reveal high cheekbones. His nerdy, unkempt hair receded briefly before surging back as a short, stylish cut. The mist reshaped his features into those of a rugged, handsome athlete—a face designed to exude confidence and charm.

As the physical changes completed, David’s mind underwent its own transformation. The golden mist didn’t just enhance his body; it rewrote his identity. His memories of coding marathons and late-night gaming sessions faded, replaced by visions of intense soccer matches and roaring crowds. His love for data and algorithms was replaced with an insatiable passion for the game and an unwavering loyalty to the Golden Army.

The pod opened with a hiss, and David stepped out onto the gleaming golden floor, his movements fluid and powerful. He looked down at himself, admiring the golden soccer jersey that now adorned his muscular frame. A dumb grin spread across his face.

“Whoa, dudes,” David said, his deepened voice brimming with excitement. “I feel, like, totally awesome. My muscles are huge! And, uh… what was I saying? Oh yeah! I’m, like, totally jacked now!”

He flexed his biceps, staring at them in awe. “Man, I used to think about, like, nerd stuff or whatever, but now all I can think about is kickin’ balls into goals and crushin’ it at the gym!”

The other pods began to hum louder, the golden mist swirling more intensely. Daniel, still trapped in his pod, watched in horror as David stepped out, transformed into a towering jock. He banged on the walls of his pod, his heart racing.

“What’s happening to us?” Daniel shouted, his voice cracking with fear.

Inside Daniel’s pod, the mist surged forward, wrapping around him in thick, golden tendrils. He coughed and struggled, pressing himself against the back of the pod. “No! I don’t want this! Please, stop!” But his protests were swallowed by the mist as it invaded his lungs, his body going limp as the warmth spread through him.

The transformation began at his hands, his slender fingers thickening, veins popping as muscle wrapped around his forearms. His arms bulked up, his shoulders widening to a proportion that strained the edges of the pod. His chest heaved as his ribcage expanded, pecs pushing forward into a solid, chiseled form. He could feel his stomach tightening, fat melting away to reveal a defined six-pack.

Daniel’s legs stretched, his thighs swelling with power as his calves reshaped into the muscular foundation of a professional athlete. His scrawny frame was replaced with a body that radiated strength and vitality. His sneakers dissolved into golden cleats, perfectly fitted to his new, larger feet.

The mist enveloped his head, and Daniel whimpered as his features began to shift. His jawline squared, his nose straightened, and his hair shortened into a stylish, sporty cut. His glasses disintegrated, his vision sharpening as though he had never needed them. His skin glowed with health, his face now the epitome of athletic confidence.

Inside his mind, Daniel felt his memories being erased, his identity rewritten. Thoughts of books, strategy games, and his quiet life were replaced by visions of roaring crowds, locker room camaraderie, and the thrill of scoring goals. His protests turned into dumb chuckles as his intellect dulled, his new personality taking over.

“Aw, man, this feels… amazing!” Daniel said, stepping out of his pod. He flexed his arms, laughing. “I’m, like, so huge now! And… uh, what was I worried about? Oh yeah, nothin’! I just wanna crush it on the field, dudes!”

The remaining friends, still in their pods, screamed and banged against the walls as they witnessed Daniel’s transformation. But one by one, the golden mist claimed them too, reshaping their bodies and minds into loyal members of the Golden Army.

When the final pod opened, the six transformed men stood together, their muscular frames glistening under the golden light. They exchanged dumbfounded grins, their minds alight with simple thoughts of victory and camaraderie.

“Bro, this is sick!” Ian exclaimed, flexing his biceps. “I’ve never felt so strong!”

“Yeah, man, like, I can’t wait to crush it on the field,” Chris added, cracking his knuckles.

“Let’s go, bros! We’re gonna dominate!” Tommy said, pumping his fist.

David chimed in, laughing as he patted Ian on the back. “Dude, I don’t even know what I was thinkin’ about before, but now it’s like… all I wanna do is hit the gym and, like, totally smash some goals, ya know?”

“Totally, bro!” Marcus said, slapping his hands together. “Let’s get swole and show everyone what the Golden Army’s made of!”

Above the chamber, in a hidden observation deck, a figure watched the scene unfold. Brody, clad in his own golden jersey, smirked as the transformation process completed.

“Perfect,” he murmured to himself. “They’ll make excellent additions to the team.”

Brody’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. It had been his idea to bring these six here, to reshape them into champions who would bring further glory to the Golden Army. He turned to the console and pressed a button, speaking into a microphone.

“Alright, recruits. Time to hit the gym. Let’s see what those new bodies can do.”

The six jocks erupted in cheers, their simple minds thrilled at the prospect of pushing their limits.

“Hell yeah, let’s get swole, bros!”

Thanks to my good friend @hypnozys for help with some of the photos!

If you're interested in joining the Golden Army for real, contact me, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001

[dc-tournaments]

Okay, due to controversies over past image choices, I am going to be largely crowd sourcing images for the Best Costume tournament. If you submitted a character and want a highly specific image to be used, please attach it in the reblogs of this post or send it to me in an ask. Thank you!

The following costumes (in order of submission) will be in the tournament:

Superman

UTRH Jason Todd

OG Barry Allen

Fear State Scarecrow

80's Starfire

Guy Gardner

B:TAC Riddler

V from V for Vendetta

Discowing

80's Headband Supergirl

Dr. Manhattan

80's Jericho

OG Jean-Paul Valley

Kole

Bombshells Wonder Woman

Authority Superman

Morrison's Red Hood

Hotpants Supergirl

Golden Age Captain Marvel

Billy Batson

Bombshells Mary Marvel

Kingdom Come Captain Marvel

90's Superboy

Spiky Matrix Supergirl

Absolute Wonder Woman

OG Martian Manhunter

Death

Hecate

Queen Pythia

OG Cass Cain

Rebirth Jaime Reyes

Spider woman Gwen Stacy

BOP Cass Cain

Apollo

Penguin

Red Nightwing

Delirium

Parallax Hal Jordan

1998 Troia

Jo Mullein

Unternet Tim Drake

Gold Armor Arsenal

The Creeper

Red Robin

The Wind

Circuit Breaker

Kyle Rayner

Rebirth Robin Tim Drake

1987 Shiva

All American Ma Hunkel

Detective Chimp

Man of Tomorrow Superboy

Any Dr. Fate costume

2004 Riddler

Mr. Sarcastic

Helena Bertinelli

Greta Hayes

Kiran Singh

Ruin

Ray Terrell

Live Action Catwoman

Frostbite

Mother Panic

Eddie Bloomberg

[xylianasblog]

Slumber party

Pairings: Agedup Loak x FemHuman Reader x Agedup Spider

Summary: Movies night has never been quite like this, but who were you to complain?

Warnings: MDNI, under a blanket, handjob, p in v, in public, threesome, blowjob.

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦DMNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

Movie nights with spider and load were sacred, something done since you all were kids and now here you are in your early twenties still hanging out and having fun like normal.

Yet this wasn’t such a normal thing, not even normal in the slightest for you and your two best friends. This was pushing so many boundaries, so many things could go wrong but why did they feel so right? Why did it feel incredibly good to have spider filling your sopping wet cunt as your hand was wrapped tightly around Loaks large cock under the blanket.

Your legs were spread wide enough giving spider enough room to rock ever so slightly in this position, his hands holding onto your hips tightly as he rocked your body in time with his slow hopefully barely noticeable thrust. Your hand squeezing Lo’aks cock tightly as you pumped it up and down in time with spider's small thrust. Each boy battling to hold back their small little groans just as you fought back your whines and whimpers.

The movie wasn’t loud enough to drown the three of you out if noises were to slip it was better safe than sorry, especially if someone was to catch you three doing this sort of thing.

For a moment you lost yourself, letting the pleasure consume you. Your only focus was the way both men’s cocks seemed to throb in synchronicity. The urge to rock your hips wishing to ride spider like your mind had been begging, the way you craved to take Loak into your mouth and such him dry just as your pussy milked every last drop for spider.

Such a needy craving to have to be filled by both of these gorgeous men as they used and abused your body to your hearts content.

“Oh… fuck y/n. Stop you’ll make me cum.” Came Spiders hoarse, grumble of a whisper. Just as Lo’ak bucked his hips up into your hand, your eyes immediately found his. Golden irises staring back into your own orbs, the need to finish ever so present in his gaze.

Every urge in you was screaming to say fuck it and let the feral desires take over, yet you held back for a moment. You whimpered as you adjusted yourself on spider making it easier to bounce up and down along his thick cock. Your soft moans filling both men’s ears, Loaks eyebrows furrowed as he reached over to tangle his fingers into your hair.

Pulling your head down until your lips touched the tip of his cock. “I need your mouth.” He grumbled lowly. “Wanna, feel you wrapped around me too.” Without an ounce of hesitation, you took him into your mouth as far as he could reach. The sound of his growl almost drowned out the movie, spider cast a glance in his direction. “Shut up bro you’ll get us caught.”

You ignored them both as you focused on being used, it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet and your orgasm was approaching quickly, yet you knew you’d definitely be having more movie nights like this.

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[goldenbeastkeeper]

@cutexasxabutton

The Golden Spider, as Peter eventually learned the spider trying to kill him was called, only attacked him in specific moments. Usually that was immediately after dealing with some other villain, within a minute or two of the fight's conclusion, if not even shorter a time. Before he had the chance to take his mask off, certainly.

Last time, he'd taken it a step further and attacked during the fight, using the distraction of the other attacker to aid him in his attempt. Two on one was more of an advantage, after all, so long as Valor didn't annoy the other villain enough to also be attacked by them.

This time, though . . . This time was different.

He showed up after a fight again, sure, but it was with a raspy "Spiderman," from the shadows, and the Golden Spider never talked before launching himself at the superhero. He always preferred surprise attacks. His posture wasn't threatening, either, rather shrunk back, expecting to flee should he get a negative reaction.

Actually, he wasn't even wearing his armor. No armor, no cape, no mask. Just a fluffy spider person. A fluffy spider person that was injured, hemolymph dripping from cracks in his chitin and through his fluff.

(Flicker was held behind him, being blocked from view until he could ascertain that they wouldn't be harmed by this superhero he'd only ever fought before.)

[plzfeedmebread]

What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 7

word count: 4611

Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: smut, light bondage, dirty talk, pregnancy sex, light degradation, p in v, family, fluff, feelings, crying, comfort, acceptance

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long everyone! Hope you enjoy :)))

<previous chapter> | 7 |

The sound of rain pulls you from slumber. The air is thick and humid this morning. You breath deep, the salty air filling your lungs, wiping away the last dregs of sleep.

Your beloved is not beside you; ever the early morning riser that one. Neither are the twins nor Spider, you notice.

With a groan you slowly sit yourself up, having to exert more effort than usual. Once up, your hand moves to the swell of your belly. Shouldn’t be too long now before this one joins your ever-growing little family. You estimate you have about 2 months to go.

You open your home to allow the fresh air in. You reach out to gather some of the cool summer rainwater in your hands, splashing it on your face. You light a small fire in the pit, then set about preparing some meats to cook for breakfast. While those sizzle, you then prepare some fresh fruit that had been left outside your doorstep; the clan often leave you things as their way of helping, knowing you’re due almost any day now.

“Somethin’ smells good,” your ear perk up at the sound of Miles’ voice.

“Good morning, husband,” you greet but don’t turn around. You don’t have to, because before you finish speaking, his arms are already around you. His hot breath tickles the back of your neck as he leaves soft kisses there.

“How’re my best girls this morning?” his hands gently cup the swell of your belly, gently swaying the two of you to some unheard tune. He presses his chest to your bare back, the cool wet skin of his sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Oh? And how do you know we are not blessed with more sons?” You smile at him over your shoulder.

“Father’s intuition sweetheart,” He leans to the side presses a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls back, pressing the side of his face to yours as he peers over your shoulder as you continue preparing fruit.

You hum thoughtfully at his words. You wouldn’t mind having a daughter. Or two. Eywa have mercy if you have another set of twins. Speaking of your children…

“Where are the boys?”

“Spider took them swimming, they’re at the heated pools in the jungle.” You make a noncommittal noise in acknowledgement.

“You know…with the kids busy, we have a little time to ourselves right now…” his hands travel from your belly, slowly tracing the length of your arms, before his hands rest in the crook of your neck. He starts massaging the base of your head with his thumbs. Your eyes close at the pleasurable sensation, moaning unexpectedly.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” You tease him with a side eyed look. He grins down at you, eyes glazed over with desire. His gaze alone sends a pleasurable throb straight down to your core.

“Can’t help it darlin’. Seeing you like this, all big, belly swollen, and knowin’ it’s cuz of me? It does somethin’ to a man,” he bites the tip of your ear, and you let out an involuntary whimper; he knows all of your erogenous zones, and they become far more sensitive during pregnancy.

“Show me then my love, show me what I do to you.”

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He has you trapped between his legs. Your back pressed to his chest as you lean back, head resting on his shoulder as you gasp between moans.

Your legs are draped over his thighs, keeping you spread. One hand gently massages the flesh of your breast, fingers occasionally pinching your pert nipple.

His other hand is busy at your core, 3 fingers deftly working their way in an out of your warm centre, making filthy squelches with each thrust. Your arousal coats his fingers and your thighs in inviting wetness. You are more than ready for him. But he loves playing with you, especially when you are at his mercy.

He removes his middle finger, bringing it to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in your slick. His finger glides over with ease thanks to your gushing nectar.

“Oh fuck…Miles right there—YES!” Your voice is breathless as you beg him for release; the pleasure coursing through you burning hotter as you approach the precipice of desire.

He returns his fingers to your inviting warmth, your walls sucking him in greedily. His fingers meet no resistance with how wet you are. He fucks his fingers into you faster this time, the palm of hand slapping against your clit, sending you further into the throws of passion. The symphony of your pleasure comes crashing down on you; the orgasm hitting you with a resounding crescendo. A rough press to your clit has you squirting much to yours and his delight.

“That’s it baby, you always perform so well for me.” Miles whispers into your ear, nipping at the nape of your neck. The feeling of your inviting walls clenching around his fingers sends blood straight to his hardened aching cock.

This was always the ritual. Always would he bring you to glorious orgasm, before chasing his own pleasure. Even if the two of you had an argument, falling into something in line with hate sex, he made sure to prepare you well. No matter what, you were always at the forefront of his mind.

You rest your entire weight against him, chest heaving with each laboured breath. Your skin is sticky with sweat, pussy throbbing, your release leaking all over the floor. You feel Miles’ hardness press into your lower back. He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Do you need a minute?” He asks ever to tenderly.

“For you my love? Never.” You turn yourself as much as you can, arms reaching for him. He understands what you want, immediately turning you to him. He pulls your arms around his neck, securing his behind your back, then crashing his lips to yours.

The kiss is bruising. He sucks on your lips, pressing his tongue to yours, drinking you in greedily as though you were destined to fade. He swallows the moan you release into his mouth. His hand moves to the base of your queue and he pulls you back.

Your eyes are mystified, glazed over from residual pleasure, but alight once more at the promise you see in his own eyes. They are dark with want, pupils dilated with heady need. He licks his teeth as he studies your face, a smirk forming on his lips.

He stands up, pulling you with him. You watch him curiously as he moves elsewhere, searching; there is an amusing flick of the tail when he finds it. He holds the item triumphantly in the air before coming back to you.

Ah. Rope.

He always did love restraints.

“You trust me, sweetheart?” You scoff, almost offended he needs to ask you for umpteenth time.

“Since our first night in the Dream my love. Always and forever.” Your smile is matched by his own.

“Hold your hands up, behind your head.” You do as instructed. The rope this not too thick, black and woven with expertise only a machine could craft. It was something you brought with you all those years ago. You figured it would be most useful; nothing hand crafted had yet matched it in quality. What you hadn’t expected was for your mate to use it in such, creative ways. Not that you complain; you were of course more than delighted to engage in his fantasies.

He fastens your wrists together tightly. The length is then wound around your neck, dropping between your breasts before he loops it around your mounds. It lowers through your cleavage and around the back; always he keeps it away from your belly. He nudges your legs apart. The rope is then wrapped around each hip and thigh.

He moves behind you then, pulling your fastened hands behind his head. His hands roam over you in reverence, from the swell of your breasts, to the expanse of your thighs, not a single inch of skin is left unworshipped. He gives the rope a final tug to make sure all is secure.

He kisses the side of your temple, and you feel him take a hold of your queue, joining it with his own. The low guttural moan he makes sends a spark of pleasure down your spine, straight to your cunt. You feel yourself becoming slick once more, not that you need even more prepping in the first place.

He grabs the rest of the rope in his right hand, before wrapping it around your front, nestling his arm between your breasts. He lowers his left hand until it reaches the back of your knee. You know without having to be told, and lift your leg. He holds your leg up as far as you can stretch; you are thankful to be so pliable after all these years. The position has your now aching core wide open, glistening in the fire light as you leak down your own leg.

You let out a soft moan as you feel the hardness of his naked cock rub against your slit, coating himself in your prior release. He lines himself up with your entrance, his head just breaching the opening.

“I love you, [Y/N],” he whispers into your ear before he buries himself in you to the hilt with one hard thrust. The sudden stretch burns in a delightful way, you hope you never get used to his size. You can’t help the sudden yelp of moan.

“Fucking hell baby, you’re so wet. And it’s all for me. My perfect little mate, with her perfect little cunt.”

The filth of his words causes a whimper to fall from your lips, but your walls clentch the scorching member inside you. Miles lets out a shaking laugh laced with pleasure.

“Pretty little thing you are. Always. So. Fucking. Perfect!” Each word is punctured with a hard thrust in and out of you. His long cock caressing the soft spongy flesh of your walls, finding that special spot that drives you wild and beyond reason. Greedily your walls clamp around him, begging his release and your own.

“You like that, darling? You’re always such a needy bitch in heat. Like it when your mate talks to you like that, huh?” He pulls on the rope, tightening the restraints all around you. The skin under the rope becoming warmer and reddening. You let out a straggled cry, mouth agape, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

The pleasure mounting in you growing with every passing moment. Your hands find purchase on his braid, holding on tight. He groans into your ear, the sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. It reverberates through your bones, to know your mate is so in the throes of pleasure, stokes fire in your own belly; your arousal covering his own.

He grabs your other leg, and suddenly you are hoisted into the air. You yelp with surprise, but he holds you firm. His pace is relentless, still thrusting up into your welcoming heat. Such display of strength only spurs you on further. There comes a dull ache in your legs from the strain of being held up, but also the tightness of the rope cutting into your joints.

The pain and pleasure mix wonderfully, pulling you over the edge and into your waiting orgasm. You moan loudly, almost a scream, Miles’ name spills from your lips in high pitch mewls. He doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm to another, causing your to squirt all over his cock.

Tears flow freely from your eyes at the overstimulation, but by the Great Mother does it feel heavenly. Your ecstasy assaults him through the bond, finally sending him over the edge. His mouth bites down hard into your shoulder as he cums, shooting his seed up into your inviting warmth. Your walls clench him greedily, milking him till he is spent. There is a falter in his legs, you can almost feel the strain in his arms as he tries to keep you up as his pleasure wracks him to the core.

Finally though, he gently lowers you to the ground, falling onto his knees once your feet are firmly planted. You use him as leverage, lowering yourself before him. He rests his head to your shoulder, hands immediately finding your belly, resting them there.

Time passes slowly, filled with the smell of your sex and the sound of your joint laboured breaths. Slowly, Miles starts removing the rope from your person, throwing it somewhere out of sight once done. You collapse into his embrace once more, turning to your side as you lean against him. He cradles you in his arms, pressing delicate kisses to your hair.

You feel hot and sticky, but thoroughly fucked. You couldn’t be happier, tail wrapping around you both.

“You okay?” He asks, always, after any session in which he ties you up. His hands find your wrists, gently massaging the bruised skin.

“Always my love. Just a little worn out.” You close your eyes and lean into him more, never wanting this feeling to end. This peace and tranquillity.

---

Your mind drifts to the day, nearly 5 years ago, when you first landed on the island.

The Olo'eyktan and Tsahik came to greet you, as well as many members of the clan. They were surprised to see forest people; some never having seen any before. They gawked and stared unashamedly. They were more surprised though, by Spider’s presence. A Sky People child, painted with stripes, dressed in forest garb? What a spectacle!

The Tsahik had hissed when she caught sight of him, demanding that you take the Demon Child back from where you found it.

With great restraint you held your tongue, explaining instead that you cannot and would not go back. You wanted no part in the war with the Sky People, and neither did your mate. All you wanted was uturu. Some place far away from conflict. You explained that the Human boy, was in fact your mate's son, just without an Avatar body.

She was taken aback then, but grabbed your hand, noting the four fingers. She declared you too were of Demon blood, not true Na’vi. None of you were. Why should they let you stay? You looked to the Olo'eyktan then, pleading with your eyes. You gestured to Spider, saying that if he could adapt to live amongst Forest Na’vi, then you could all adapt, that you will adapt.

The Tsahik scoffed, walked around you three to inspect your tails. She stopped abruptly behind your mate, staring at his back. Her hand came to rest on the space between his shoulders. You saw the tenseness in his shoulders, wrapping his tail around his leg, hands clenched. He sends you a worried look, but you shrug, unsure of what she was doing.

You see her brows furrow. She removes her hand then, like she has been burnt, before returning to her mate’s side. She speaks low to him.

“That one, has been touched by Eywa.” The Olo'eyktan’s head shoots up as he stares at Miles, then looks back down to his mate for clarity.

“Touched?” He asks in shocked whisper. She clicks her tongue, annoyed at the events unfolding before her.

“Yes. Touched. Whether literal or spiritual, I cannot say for sure. But it is there. I feel it.” She squints at Miles, wholly distrusting of his person.

‘By the stars themselves, what could the Great Mother possibly have seen in this one?’ she thinks to herself.

“What of the boy? How will he live amongst us, if he cannot breathe our air?” The Tsahik gestures to Spider, who has been standing beside you awkwardly. You put a comforting hand around his shoulder, pressing him closer into your side.

“You need not worry. This Sky People-made mask will keep him safe.” You tap the mask gently. You’re not sure how much these people know of Human technology, but you don’t explain further. You send a silent thank you to Norm, Max and all the other scientists back home.

Just before your departure, you had decided Spider could not come with, intent to leave him behind, no matter how much it broke your heart. There would be no feasible way to replenish his oxygen packs supply. But Eywa smiled upon you. The humans, the engineers they were called, came forth with a new designed mask. It did not need oxygen packs like the old ones, instead filtered the air itself for safe breathing. It worked underwater too. It was sturdier too, strong as Na’vi bones they boasted.

Her eyes roam over you, then Spider, than up to your mate. She questions then, what skills you Forest folk could possibly bring to their shores. Your mate steps forward then, proudly stating he is a warrior, willing to fight anyone to prove his worth. The Olo'eyktan holds up his hand, stating that it wasn’t necessary, at least not yet.

The Tsahik’s eyes rake over you again, making you feel self-conscious. You see her gaze linger on your chest and your hips.

“You…Your patterns are of Forest folk, but your body is not.” It is more so a statement than a question, but demands an answer all the same.

“You are correct, Tsahik. My mother was true born Na’vi, of the Omatikaya clan. My father is…like my mate. Born of the Sky People.” She makes a disgruntled noise, but says nothing else.

After a moment of silence, she looks back up at her mate, and gives him the faintest of nods.

The Olo'eyktan announces then, that you three are welcome and are to be treated like their brothers and sisters. He warns them to be gentle with the Human, try not to gawk at him too much as there was still a village to look after. You thank him profusely, tears threating to fall at corner of your eyes. His smile is warm and welcoming, and the relief you feel is near palpable.

---

You and Miles decide to pack the food into a basket and bring it to the children. As the two of you are making your way along the beach to the path that would lead into the jungle, you are greeted by the sight of your two young sons running at you, Spider taking up the rear in a slow jog.

“Mama! Papa!” They yell in unison, arms outstretched as they crash into your legs.

“Good morning my little starlights! And to you too Spider, thank you so much for taking such good care of them,” You pick up Rawm as Miles does Taxun. Spider smiles up at the both of you, out of breath from the run.

“It’s no trouble [Y/N]. I already know what it’s like to have younger brothers.” He takes note of the basket Miles is holding, helping himself to the fruit inside. Your smile becomes a little sad at the memory of your family. You don’t have time to dwell on it though, as the kids notice Spider eating and immediately demand to be fed.

And so the 5 of you sit on the nearby rocks in the shade, enjoying the meats and fruits. It doesn’t last long, as the twins eat far too fast for your liking, before they start pulling Spider toward the ocean, wanting to swim in the cool water now that the sun was out. He of course obliges without fuss, and you giggle as you watch them splash about in the water.

The sun hangs high in the sky now, midday you presume. You enjoy the cool breeze kissing your skin, and the soft caress of your husband as he traces the glowing freckles on your back.

You are quiet, but there is gentleness in your eyes, a soft smile on your lips.

“Whatcha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Miles asks you, and you keep your eyes forward, smile widening.

“Our future.” Your voice is soft as the sand between your toes.

He hums in agreement, and kisses your check.

“Yeah…me too.”

---

You’re not sure how much time passes, perhaps not even an hour, when you here your name being called. You look to see the Olo'eyktan’s daughter coming to you hastily.

Your heart skips a beat at her urgency.

“[Y/N]! You must come quick! Follow me!”

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Did you not hear the horns?!” She asks as she speeds off, expecting you to follow. You look to your mate, both of you have a confused expression. Neither of you heard it, too engrossed in watching your family. The kids probably didn’t hear anything amongst their own yelling and playing.

Quaritch whistles to the kids, who all immediately cease their frivolity, and run back to you two. Miles wordlessly grabs both twins in his strong arms, and you hand Spider the now empty basket. You make your way back as fast as you can waddle, explaining to the kids along the way.

---

You see an unexpected amount of people gathered at the front beach, though you can’t quite make out what’s going on.

You hear the whispers and murmurs of the clan, strangers they say; visitors.

You and Miles share a concerned look as you make your way forward. A sound carries on the wind, a bellow of a creature; and you know that sound anywhere.

Ikran.

Your heart starts pounding in your chest, your mind running a mile a minute. You don’t even think as you start forcefully pushing your way through the crowed, flanked by Miles still holding the twins and Spider.

“What’s going on Papa?” Rawm asks, clutching onto his father tightly.

You don’t hear his response as you finally make your way out front, seeing the backs of your Olo'eyktan and Tsahik.

You vaguely note the 5 ikran poised on the sand, looking none too pleased.

And when you see the Na’vi visitors talking to your Olo'eyktan, tears well in your eyes, and you let out a straggled cry.

“Sanctuary for my—” The visiting man's voice cuts short when he hears your cry, immediately finding your gaze. His eyes widen at the sight of you, flicking to your swollen belly for a split second, before coming back to your face. He lets out a shaky laugh, a grin splitting his face.

The woman at his side looks at him confused, before following his line of sight. Your eyes meet, and she falls to her knees, covering her mouth as she cries, tears streaming down her face.

You approach them slowly, not caring for the stares of the clan, nor the poignant look Tsahik Ronal is sending you.

You stand before your parents.

“Hello mother. Hello father. Oel ngati kameie.”

Neytiri jumps to her feet, wrapping in her arms tightly. Her cries burn your ears but you don’t care. They are matched only by your own. You feel your fathers arms wrap around you two, and you swear by the Great Mother, that this was perhaps the first time you’ve ever heard him cry. Your four siblings rush at you too, scrambling to get you into an embrace of their own.

You hear the tell-tale sigh of your Tsahik, and the low chuckle of Olo'eyktan Tonowari.

“I guess you have a lot of catching up to do, no?” He turns to the clan and addresses them. “Treat Jake Sully and his family as our brothers and sisters, just as you did with those who came before.” He calls for his eldest son and daughter, instructing them to teach Jake and his family just as they had taught you.

Your family untangles from one another, though your parents still have their hands on your shoulders. You take each of their hands in your own.

“[Y/N], I—”

“Hush, mother. Before you say anything, you too father, there is someone, two actually, you should meet first…” You pull them towards Miles. You turn your head to your siblings, gesturing with your head for them to follow too. You feel them tense, and a falter in their step. You gently squeeze their hands, releasing a shaking breath when you feel them squeeze back.

“Oel ngati kameie, Jake and Neytiri.” Miles says with perfect annunciation. They don’t say anything, but gesture to him with their hands. They are far too in shock, eyes instead focused on the two boys in his arms.

“Mom, dad, siblings…I’d like you to meet my sons, Rawm and Taxun,” you gesture to your boys accordingly, letting go of your parents hands, nervously threading your own fingers together in front of you.

You hear your siblings greet them with little waves, introducing themselves as their aunts and uncles. The boys are shy, and barely greet them back with tiny voices. Kiri runs to Spider, pulling him into a wordless hug as she cries into his shoulder.

“Hey kiddos, it’s nice to meet you. I’m your grandpa, Jake,” You father smiles at them big and goofy, tail swaying with joy.

“Pa Jake?” Rawm asks, bringing tears to the edge of your fathers eyes. He lets out a shaky laugh and nods.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m your mama’s papa. Just like this man, is your papa.” He pats Miles on the shoulder, and the two share a look. You can see so much unspoken words exchange between them, Miles lowering his ears submissively. But your father gives him a kind smile. You can see in your mates eyes, even as he returns the smile, there is a hint of guilt there.

Your son surprises you then, reaching for your father, who happily takes him into his arms, smile widening.

You look to your mother then; filled with trepidation at her reaction. All of your anxiety shatters when you see her smile your boys.

“Hello little ones. I am your grandmother Neytiri. Your mama’s mama…” She wipes away a stray tear, and happily takes Taxun when he reaches for her.

She gently rocks him, patting his back with practiced ease. Your heart swells at the sight of your parents holding their grandchildren.

Neytiri’s eyes lift from your son then, to meet your mate’s gaze head on. She stares at him, studying him, but he doesn’t break the eye contact. She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath, exhaling through her mouth. She opens her eyes and fixes him with a determined look.

“Oel ngati kameie, Miles Quaritch.” She nods to him, hand gesturing towards him in the proper greeting. “Thank you…for taking care of my daughter.”

His eyes widen at her words, and she smiles up at him, though it is small, as she hugs your son to her a little more tightly.

“Oel ngati kameie, [Y/N], my daughter…I am so happy, to see you, alive and well.” She touches a hand to your belly briefly, before returning to pat your sons back. “You too Spider…I am, pleased, to see you are doing well.”

Spider gives her a shy smile and a nod. Your brothers flank him, poking his sides and remarking on his larger frame, toned by years of swimming.

“Oel ngati kameie, mother, father, siblings. Welcome to our family.”

Everyone comes together, embracing in one giant hug, with you and Miles at the centre.

“Wherever we go, our family is our Fortress.” You father says.

“Sullys stick together,” Neteyam adds.

“And now, Quaritches too.” Your mother says, and with that, the dam breaks.

You cry tears of joy, safely nestled in the embrace of your family.

You couldn’t be happier.

End

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Author's Note: And that's a wrap people! Originally this was gonna end with Quaritch's "yeah me too" on the beach. But then it occurred to me, people would probably want a reunion with the family, so here we are!

Thank you so much to everyone who's followed along with what was supposed to be a horny one-shot that then turned into a mini series XD I look forward to seeing ya'll in my future works, so stay tuned!

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[mrs-gauche]

I think it's interesting how on the new official cover, the characters and darkspawn are all placed within the outline of the dragon's wings, which is reminiscent of the vinyl artwork with the blighted Black City and how in this one, the heads of the elven pantheon were also "merged" with the wings of the blighted dragon!

And on top of that, as people have already pointed out, the fact that we have seven companions now, matching with the number of elven gods that were imprisoned by Solas, is a little suspicious as well. 👀

Then there's also the seven statues seen at the ritual site in the gameplay showcase and at the end of the reveal trailer. And as we know now, these statues were an essential part of the ritual itself!

And speaking of the ritual, the Game Informer article told us that Solas had planned to "move" the elven gods to a new prison, as the old one was failing. With the concept art(?) that was revealed along with the Game Informer article, we now have three different depictions of Solas' ritual...

(Btw, I will forever be sour that they got rid of the cape! 😂 Also, either Solas went from being right handed to left handed to right handed again OR the concept art image is mirrored, I guess? lol)

What stands out to me is how the concept art shows this huge rocky structure.. object (how would you describe this? 😂) right above this magical "sphere" that is obviously not there in the gameplay showcase (though note that there *are* some floating rocks seen above the statues in the reveal trailer!). And it's interesting how, in the cinematic version, it looks more like the Veil is "shattered", revealing a bright sphere in its center, where it previously showed another sphere right above the Golden City? 👀

And speaking of the Golden/Black City... we also have this sequence at the end of the reveal trailer, showing a massive battle against a horde of darkspawn(?) and a ginormous dragon (that doesn't seem to be the one on the vinyl cover?), in a location that has similar architecture as the Golden City depicted on the vinyl cover, as well as the eclipse in the background of course!

Which is so baffling to me, because I would've assumed that the Black City would be, like, some climactic moment/reveal/endgame stuff, and I doubt they would show something like this if it was in fact part of the final boss battle of the game or something, right?? 😂 Like, why would they spoil the friggin Black City in the reveal trailer? o_O (Then again, they kinda already revealed the look of the Black City on the vinyl cover, too? 😂)

Anyway. 😂 Let us go back to the cover art again, because I've seen a lot of people talk about the shape of the wings in particular!

Like, I've even seen people compare the shape of the wings here to a spider? 😂 To me, it kinda looks more like the wings could also resemble those of a corvid (as in the "rook" bird) that could just as well belong to Rook here with the way this is composed (like, the wings could belong to either Rook or the dragon)?

And in the background, behind the dragon, I can see a hint of the "tambourine"/circle image we've seen since the 2018 teaser.

And maybe it's just my eyes playing tricks on me, but I can also kinda see how the bright light in the background has a similar outline to the Veilguard symbol?

And the shape of the Veilguard symbol looks to me like a mix of a dragon/wolf and a bird's head or simply "V" for Veilguard, on top of resembling ancient statues of Mythal (reminder that Solas has "absorbed" some part of Mythal now and that the Dread Wolf in Tevinter Nights was described to be "the size of a high dragon with shaggy spiked hide")! 👀👀👀

And btw, who else is kinda going a little bit crazy over the fact that Rook's mask/helmet thingy looks an awful lot like Mythal's mask as well???

The funniest thing though, was probably seeing people compare this symbol to the Batman logo?? 😂

Which is especially hilarious to me, given that the last chapter of Tevinter Nights was entirely inspired by an old episode of the animated Batman series from 1992 (specifically, season 1 episode 35) in which Batman does pretty much the same thing as Solas in that chapter. lol There's also the "The Dread Wolf Rises"/"The Dark Knight Rises" and is it just me or has Trick Weekes made a ton of Batman references on Bluesky lately? 😂

Anyway, that's all I've got for now, what do you guys think?? :D

[skellinore]

"Family Outting"

[If the image shows up as blurry or whatever, just click the image, I hear that fixes it.]

I am finally here to bring you my longest piece to date! I started this baby back on March 3rd. I recovered from art block and many other struggles to get to this point! I am so unbelievably happy! 

[Something important to add: I’ve turned Markus into my OC, so he’s no longer a redesign of Offenderman! Since both of them are very, VERY different in personality, morals, and designs. I am however making another design and AU for Offender in another post! Which is why this post was delayed!]

Now onto the new and improved head-canons! [Going from left to right.]

Markus Sinclair:

The youngest! Yet somehow he is the only one to inhabit their father’s tallness gene. [He is the younger twin to Trender.]

Markus is a proud bisexual and aceflux man!

Markus Sinclair took his face name from his favourite character, from his favourite detective movie: The Twelve Painted Women. [He watched that movie religiously when he was a little boy.]

A hopeless romantic. A firm believer of love at first sight, he plans the most romantic candlelit dinners, and enjoys writing his own love poems. [A perfect golden retriever boyfriend.]

Despite being a prince, Markus has devoted his life to be the best detective he can be to help and protect the innocent. [Bonus: Markus does those cheesy dialogue intro lines, for example: “February 18, 1998, I was sitting down with a cup of coffee, reading the morning newspaper, until something caught my eye.” Basically that. Which I adore for him. His family also enjoys it, except for Trender.]

Markus is a well known writer and poet, under the pen name of "Sonnet V. Sparks” His popular works being: “In My Folly,” “My Broken Bones Will Mend Your Soul,” and “My Poems for Your Heart”

My dearest boy plays the guitar and piano, he enjoys playing tunes to his siblings and father.

Despite him loving his job, it absolutely destroys him. Which is why he’s the only child of Cabadath who doesn’t live in the castle. So that he can drink himself to death alone in peace.  

Slender:

The second oldest [However this is not public knowledge, and everyone views Slender as the oldest twin.] 

Slender is a distinguished gay who prefers to be called an it, but doesn’t mind being identified with male pronouns.

Slender will be the next in line to be king. [He takes his duties very seriously, but his father likes to spoil him, meaning he takes on less duties then it would like to.]

Slender very much adores and admires nature, most of his free time is dedicated to exploring the wilderness and documenting anything new. [Slender has written a well received encyclopedia of new types of plants/trees, animals, rocks/minerals, and insects.]  

Speaking of him liking nature, Slender has been given a blessing from Mother Nature herself, allowing it to be able to talk to animals, insects, and trees.

To be honest, Slender is daddy’s boy at heart. He absolutely adores his father. When he was younger he would sneak into Cabadath’s wardrobe and try on his clothes and pretend to be him.]

Slender has mastered shapeshifting to a tee. [Its favourite things to shapeshift into is a huge white deer, wolf, centipede, spider, and raven.]

Since Slender loves animals so much, my little prince is a vegetarian.

Splendor:

The oldest son! [He hates this, which is why he states to everyone that Slender is the oldest twin.]

Splendor is pansexual and asexual.

Much like Slender, Splendor loves animals! But instead of being a vegetarian, Splendor is a vegan.

Splendor and Slender are identical twins! When they were younger the only thing telling them apart were their tendrils, until Slender started to get its scars. [The only reason why Splendor looks way different from Slender now is because Markus, his baby brother, was ashamed of having a visible mouth, so Splendor used his tiny knowledge of shapeshifting to make it appear that he has a mouth and eyes to help with Markus’ self-esteem. He’s grown to love these features.]

Splendor’s personality differs from who he is around at the time. He’s calm, level-headed, and intelligent around his father, Markus, Trender, and anyone else; but around Slender, Splendor acts silly, carefree, and energetic! 

Dabbles in facepaint/makeup. To make his face stand out, examples: drawing on rainbow freckles, red swirls to mimic cartoon blush, little butterflies, paw prints, etc. [He also puts stickers on his face from time to time.]

A tad bit overprotective of his siblings, especially his twin, Slender.

While all of his other siblings have secure jobs, Splendor is the only one who hasn’t pinned down a job yet, not that he has to, being a prince and all. [He’s been a baker, ringmaster, toy maker, babysitter, nurse, and teacher! Right now he’s a daycare teacher.]

Trender:

The secondest youngest. [Only older than Markus by a whole two minutes.]

Trender is a triple A battery, with them being asexual, aromantic, and agender.

Trender is creatively gifted! Trender has explored many creative hobbies over the years, and has excelled at all of them in a small amount of time. Their favourites being sculpting, beading, photography, calligraphy, and drawing/painting. 

If anything were to happen to Slender, Trender would be next in line to rule over the kingdom and their people.

Trender barely talks at all, they enjoy listening to people a lot more. Trender really enjoys listening to their family members. Although they do enjoy talking to their twin, Markus quite a bit.

Trender’s face name was not something they picked out themselves. Splendor picked it out actually to match both him and his twin. Trender doesn’t mind it, as they couldn’t decide on one for the longest time.

If you managed to see their bare back, you’d see that it was completely covered in scars. [From the time they were kidnapped and used as slave labour for their special and rare type of tendrils.]

Trender runs many successful side businesses! From selling their sculptures, paintings, and their beading works on an online shop. [Trender’s two main jobs is a therapist/psychologist, as once again, they enjoy listening to people and helping them. The second one being a fashion designer/professional tailor, although they despise fast fashion. Trender actually has a brain compared to the other greedy designers. Trender cares to bring affordable and stylish clothes for people who need them.

I wanted to add that any drawings before this that have head-canons are outdated! So please disregard them! I've already most likely deleted most of my old Markus Sinclair art because it is still attached to the tag: Offenderman. I can't wait to post Markus under the tag: Slender/Creepypasta OC! I'll leave the old drawing alone for you to see! [All new drawings/head-canons will be using the: No Humans AU]

Anyways! Thank you to all who waited for this drawing to come out! I hope you'll like it as much as you liked the old one I posted back in 2022! it's crazy to see the improvement! [Here's the old one for you to see!]

[mattsturniolosmuse]

You need help?

Anthony Vaughn x Reader

Summary: You and Chook are neighbours, and he often finds himself needing out of his house. He climbs onto your roof, like he always does, to get comfort, but catches you masturbating. You notice, letting him in, and notice his boner and decide to help him out.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, missionary position, fast sex, loving sex, mutual masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, spitting

"Yeah, well you need to shut the fuck up and get out of my house." Ant's mother shouts at his father. A singular tear leaks out of Ant's eyes as he tries to drown out the sound of his parents shouting.

He looks out his window to your house. He knows you told him to let you be for a few hours, but he needed to see you, and no one else.

You two had never done anything sexual together, but he imagined it. He would be lying if he said he didn't want it. He sneaks out his window, climbing your eavesdrop and heaving himself onto your roof. He approaches your window, hand ready to knock, but what he sees makes his heart stop.

You, in a lacy pink bra, no bottoms, your little hands in between your legs and pumping in and out of you at a fast pace. Your back arches off of your bed, your mouth falling open as you release over your fingers. He looks down and notices his hard cock.

"Shit." He says, trying to hide it.

You notice him, eyes wide, as you scramble to put on your clothes. You stop, noticing his hard cock. You sigh, stop dressing yourself and open the window for him.

"You cannot tell fucking anyone, you hear?" You say.

Ant's breathing is heavy, and his pupils are so dilated you can't see anything else. His cock is pulsing. He nods, agreeing.

"You need help with that?" You ask, pulling him inside by his shirt and pushing him onto the bed.

"Fuck, yes." He moans as you straddle him and push your lips against his. Your slick is staining his sweatpants, but he couldn't care less.

You attach your lips to his neck, sucking hickeys into his soft skin. He whimpers, pulling you impossible close to him.

You pull away from him, satisfied with the hickeys you left. He smashes his lips against yours again, flipping you over and taking off your bra. He groans when he sees your chest, his cock threatening to break any moment.

He pulls down his sweatpants along with his boxers, and takes off his shirt. He kisses you, lining up with your entrance.

"Hey, I thought you needed help?" You say, wanting to have sucked him off. Usually, he would be into a bit of foreplay, but he could not wait any longer or else he would physically explode.

"Not today, princess." He says, pushing into you.

"H-holy shit." You moan, wrapping your arms around him. He begins to thrust in and out of you, and he buries his face in your neck, biting, sucking, licking and kissing the skin.

"Faster, Ant, please!" You moan, digging your nails into his shoulder blades, surely drawing blood. He obeys, pistoning his hips into yours faster. His balls are slapping against your ass, and his eyes are squeezed shut.

"Ant! Fuck!" You moan, urging him to go even faster.

"Open." He moans. You somehow understand what he means, and you open your mouth. He spits in your mouth.

"Hold it there, swallow it when you cum." He says, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

"Gonna cum." You mumble, clenching down on his cock. He nods.

"Me t-too." He moans. You cum around his cock, swallowing his spit at the same time. You open your mouth to show him. He nods with a moan, shooting his load into you and collapsing on top of you.

"Thank you." He pants.

>>>><<<<

You walk through the hallway, with Ant by your side. People cat call towards the two of you, and you know it's towards the hickeys on your guyses necks.

"Hey, atta be Ant!" Cash says, clapping him on the back. Ant nods.

"I know." He says. Spider approaches you.

"Well, you finally boned the school's golden girl. What did she taste like, goldfish?" He says.

"Shut the fuck up, Spider!" You yell.