#X-Spider for Mus

[muwitch]

🟥 beef between 30+ year olds  cállate.🟦 

[edensrose]

Fandoms and characters that I will soon be writing reader insert content for!!

Tian Guan Ci Fu

Hua Cheng

Xie Lian

He Xuan

Mu Qing

Jun Wu

Spiderverse

Miguel O'Hara

Gabriel O'Hara

Spider Noir

Hobie Brown

Potential Non-Specifics ( not set in stone!! )

Wade Wilson

Dick Grayson

[skywalkerslvt]

omgomg we def need more virgin sub peter parker!! u ate that last one UPPPPP

❥Pairing: Peter Parker x AFAB!reader

❥CW: smut, unprotected p in v, loss of virginity, drinking, sorta sub!peter, riding, dry humping, 3.7k words

❥Summary: After Peter drunkenly confesses his lack of experience, you offer to give him some practice.

❥a/n: Thank you so much for your request!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, I just had a really long fic idea and took way too long to execute it lol. I hope you like what I wrote! <3

You and Peter were sitting cross-legged on the floor of your apartment, a half-empty bottle of tequila between you, laughing over ridiculous stories from your past. You swirled your drink in your glass, a smirk tugging at your lips as you recalled a disastrous first date you had once been on. “I swear, he couldn’t keep his hands still the entire time—like he was auditioning for a role in The Bachelor or something,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I think he might’ve been more nervous than me. Have you ever had a first date like that?”

Peter froze for a moment, his fingers nervously tapping on his bottle before he looked up at you, cheeks flushed. “Uh, no… I’ve never really had… a first date,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “Or, well… any kind of date.”

You down what's left in your glass before returning your attention to him. “Okay but you've had like–a hookup before, right?” you question, words slightly slurred by the alcohol in your system. 

Peter’s face turns bright red as he looks to the ground, hand scratching the back of his neck. “Uh–I-I mean…well I–”

“Oh my god,” you interrupt, shock evident in your voice. “Peter Parker, do you mean to tell me you're a virgin?” Peter’s cheeks glow impossibly redder, eyes meeting yours for a split second before returning to the floor, an embarrassed laugh leaving his lips. 

“You are!” you grin, leaning in slightly, unable to hide the teasing edge in your voice. “I can't believe it. The Spider-Man, the guy who saves the city, has never even been on a date? Let alone hooked up with anyone? Have you ever kissed anyone?” You watch him squirm and shake his head in shame under your gaze, feeling a strange mix of amusement and…something else you can't quite place.

Peter’s eyes flicker to you, then away again, his fingers still fidgeting with the bottle. “I mean… it’s not that big of a deal, right? I’m just… kinda busy with other stuff, I guess.” His voice is barely above a whisper, the tension in his shoulders giving away how uncomfortable he is with the conversation.

“You poor baby,” you pout, leaning in just a little closer, your voice softening, but the teasing lilt still very much there. “Well, have you ever wanted to?”

Peter’s eyes snap to yours, wide and startled, his blush deepening as he stumbles over his words. “I-I mean, yeah, of course I’ve—uh—wanted to,” he mumbles, voice cracking slightly. “I’m not a robot or anything…” He laughs nervously, but it’s clear the question caught him completely off guard.

“Interesting,” you hum, letting the word hang in the air as you lean back slightly, swirling the tequila in your glass. “What stopped you?”

Peter hesitates, his fingers still nervously toying with the label on the tequila bottle. “I don’t know… it’s not like I’ve had a lot of chances,” he admits, his voice quiet but tinged with self-deprecation. “And when I have… I guess I just overthink everything. Like, what if I mess it up? Or what if it’s weird?” He shrugs, finally glancing up at you, his expression both sheepish and vulnerable. “It’s easier to just, you know, not try.”

You narrow your eyes at him, setting your glass down with a soft clink. “Peter,” you say slowly, a teasing grin creeping onto your lips, “are you seriously telling me you’ve never even tried to make a move on someone? No crushes? No late-night make-out sessions? Nothing?”

His blush deepens, and he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh, come on, don’t make me feel worse about it,” he mutters, though there’s no real anger in his voice—just that endearing awkwardness that makes it impossible not to smile.

“Well,” you say, leaning forward again, elbows resting on your knees as you study him with playful intent, “sounds to me like you just need someone to, I don’t know… help you get out of your head.” Your voice is lighter, teasing, but the shift in his expression—the slight parting of his lips, the way his gaze flickers nervously to your mouth—sends a thrill through you.

“W-What do you mean by that?” Peter stammers, his voice breaking slightly as his grip tightens on the bottle, his wide eyes locked on yours.

You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you tap your finger against your chin. “I mean, maybe you just need a little practice,” you say, your voice smooth and teasing. “Someone to show you the ropes, take the pressure off, you know?”

Peter chokes on a breath, nearly dropping the bottle in his hands as his cheeks somehow burn even brighter. “P-Practice?” he squeaks, his wide-eyed gaze darting to your face like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking. “With… with who?”

You bite back a laugh, leaning in just a fraction closer, close enough that he catches the faint hint of your perfume. “With me, obviously,” you say, your grin widening as his jaw practically drops. “Unless you’ve got someone else in mind?”

“I—uh—n-no, I just—” Peter stammers, his voice trembling as his words trip over each other. He shifts uncomfortably, his grip on the bottle white-knuckled, and he looks at you like you’ve just short-circuited his brain. “You’re—you’re messing with me, right?”

“Do I look like I’m messing with you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, your voice soft but steady. The teasing edge is still there, but there’s something more serious beneath it now, a warmth in your tone that makes him stop fidgeting and really look at you.

Peter swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and for a moment, he’s completely silent, staring at you like he’s not sure if he’s dreaming. “I—I mean, you’d actually…?”

You smirk, reaching over to pluck the bottle from his hands and take a slow sip, your gaze never leaving his. “If you want to, Pete,” you say simply, setting the bottle aside. “But only if you want to.”

Peter’s mouth opens and closes like he’s trying to form a coherent thought, but nothing comes out. His eyes dart to yours, then to your lips, and back again, the weight of your words sinking in. “I… I mean… I don’t want to screw it up,” he finally mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

You lean back slightly, giving him space, but your expression softens. “Peter,” you say gently, “you’re not gonna screw anything up. It’s not like there’s a right or wrong way to… y’know, figure this stuff out.” Your lips twitch into a small smile. “Besides, it’s me. You can relax.”

He exhales a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze flickers nervously to you again. “I don’t know how you’re so calm about this,” he admits, his voice tinged with both awe and embarrassment. “I feel like my brain is short-circuiting.”

You laugh softly, the sound easing some of the tension in the air. “That’s just the tequila talking,” you tease, nudging his knee with yours. “But seriously, Pete, no pressure. We can just drop it if you want. Go back to making fun of my terrible first date stories.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on his jeans. Then, in a voice so soft you almost miss it, he says, “What if I… don’t want to drop it?”

Your heart skips a beat, but you keep your expression steady, your teasing grin replaced with something warmer. “Then we don’t drop it,” you say simply, shifting a little closer so your knees brush against his. “We take it slow. Make sure you’re comfortable.”

Peter nods, his breath uneven, his eyes locking on yours. “Okay,” he whispers, his voice trembling but resolute. “Okay.”

You smile, leaning in just a little, giving him plenty of time to pull away. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” you murmur, your voice low and soft as you close the gap between you two.

“Don’t stop,” Peter whines, his voice barely audible, his lips parting as yours brush against them in a tentative, featherlight kiss.

Peter freezes for a split second, his breath hitching as your lips press against his, soft and unhurried. His hands hover awkwardly at his sides before one finally finds a tentative place on your knee, his touch light, as if he's afraid to hold on too tightly.

You smile against his lips, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss, your fingers brushing through the soft curls at the nape of his neck. He lets out a quiet sound, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, and it makes something spark low in your stomach.

"You okay?" you whisper, pulling back just enough to look at him. His cheeks are flushed, his lips slightly swollen, and his wide eyes meet yours like he's still trying to process what just happened.

"Y-Yeah," he stammers, his voice trembling as he nods quickly. "I'm good. Really good."

"Relax, Pete," you murmur, your hand slipping from his neck to his chest, resting lightly over his rapidly beating heart. "You're so tense."

"I'm trying," he mutters, his voice barely audible. "It's just... a lot."

You can't help but grin at how endearingly flustered he is. "Want me to help?" you ask softly, letting your hand trail down to rest just above the hem of his shirt.

His breath catches, and he nods again, his fingers curling slightly on your knee.

"Yeah," he whispers, his voice shaky but full of trust.

You shift closer, straddling his lap without breaking eye contact, your hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. "Just focus on me, okay?" you say gently, pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

This time, Peter responds more confidently, his hands finally settling on your hips. His grip is unsure but warm, and you let out a quiet hum of approval, deepening the kiss as you rock your hips forward slightly, testing the waters.

Peter gasps against your lips, his fingers tightening instinctively on your hips. "Oh," he breathes, his voice tinged with surprise and something else— something deeper.

"See?" you murmur against his mouth, your tone teasing but kind. "Not so bad, is it?"

He shakes his head, his eyes glazed with a mix of nervousness and wonder.

"No, it's... really, really not." His voice is barely above a whisper, but the way his grip on you firms slightly tells you he's starting to relax.

You press your hips down again, a little harder this time, and Peter lets out a soft, involuntary moan that makes heat flood your cheeks. His reaction is so raw, so unfiltered, that it sends a thrill down your spine.

"You're so sensitive," you tease, your lips brushing the shell of his ear now, earning another shiver from him. "| didn't think Spider-Man could be this easy to fluster."

Peter groans, his hands tightening on your hips as his head falls back against the couch. "You're not playing fair," he mumbles, his voice strained, but there's no mistaking the way his hips jerk up slightly to meet yours, seeking more friction.

Your movements slow as you take in the way Peter's body responds to you, his breath coming in soft pants, and you can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at how eager he is, how open he's becoming. His hands are a little more certain now, sliding up to your back, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his mouth hungry and almost desperate.

You pull back slightly, just enough to study his flushed face, his eyes dark with desire but still carrying that hint of nervousness. "You okay?" you ask softly, your voice low but laced with an edge of teasing.

He nods quickly, biting his lip. "Yeah. Just... just don't stop," he says, his voice barely more than a breath. "Please."

Your chest tightens at the pleading in his voice. He's so eager, so willing, it makes your pulse race in response. "Do you want to keep going?" you ask, your hand slipping down to trail lightly along his side, testing his reaction.

His entire body tenses at the question, his eyes wide and searching yours as if he's making sure he's not imagining this. "Yes," he says quickly, almost a little too eagerly. "Please, don't stop."

You smile, pleased by his eagerness, and kiss him again, slow and deliberate this time, pulling away just enough to ask, "Are you sure? Because if you want to slow down, we can-"

"No!" Peter cuts you off, his hands reaching up to cup your face, desperate now. "Please don't stop," he repeats, his voice shaking with a mix of excitement and need. "I-I want this. I really do."

Something shifts in you at his words.

The way he looks at you, how vulnerable and eager he is, makes you feel like you're in control of this moment, but it's a kind of control that feels gentle, like you're both in this together.

You nod, lips curling into a smile as you trail your hands down to the waistband of his jeans. "Alright then," you whisper, your voice smooth, just the right amount of playful. "Let's keep going."

Peter watches, his chest rising and falling quickly with each breath as you slowly unbutton his jeans, his hands gripping your waist as if trying to steady himself. His face is still flushed, his eyes darting between your movements and your face. "I've never-never done this before," he confesses, his voice laced with nervousness and excitement. "I don't know if I can-"

"You don't have to worry about anything, Pete," you interrupt, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "I've got you. Just trust me."

And without another word, you press your lips to his again, this time with all the certainty you feel in the moment, as your hands work to unbutton his jeans fully, slipping them off gently. His body reacts instinctively, his hips bucking slightly as you tease him through the fabric of his boxers, causing a deep groan to escape his lips. Even through his boxers you can tell he's huge, his bulge heavy in your palm. 

"Please," Peter murmurs, his hands now restless as they move to your shirt, pulling at it as though he's trying to keep up, his movements a little clumsy but full of need. "I want you-please, just-"

You smile at his desperation, slowly guiding his hands back to your waist, then leaning down to kiss his neck. "I'll make sure you feel good, Pete. Just relax."

His desperation and raw need tugs at your heart and ignites something deep inside you. His words are pleading, his hands trembling slightly as they cradle your face. It’s a beautiful contradiction—his strength as Spider-Man and the vulnerability he’s showing you now.

“Okay,” you whisper against his lips, your voice soothing but edged with a heat that matches the fire in his eyes. You reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one smooth motion, your bra following quickly after. You remove yourself from his lap briefly to take your pants off before straddling him again, now completely naked. You don’t break eye contact, watching his reaction closely.

The effect on Peter is immediate and overwhelming. A guttural moan escapes his throat, his hips jerking upward as though his body is moving on instinct. His hands drop to your thighs, gripping you tightly as his breathing becomes ragged. “Oh, God,” he murmurs, his voice thick with awe and hunger. His wide eyes are glued to you, his gaze flickering between your bare chest and your face, like he can’t decide where to look.

His hands twitch at his sides like he’s unsure what to do with them, his eyes fixed on your exposed skin with an expression so awed it makes you shiver. “C-Can I…?” he stammers, his voice shaky and full of longing.

“You can touch me, Pete,” you say softly, taking his trembling hands and guiding them to your bare waist. “Take what you want from me.”

His hands move hesitantly at first, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist and up to your ribs as though he’s afraid he’ll break you. When his thumbs brush the underside of your bra, you reach back to unclip it, letting it fall away. His jaw drops, and he inhales sharply, his eyes drinking in the sight of you like he’s never seen anything so breathtaking.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, his voice trembling as his hands hover over your bare chest. His gaze flicks up to yours, seeking permission, and when you nod, he finally touches you, his palms warm and tentative against your skin.

The soft, shaky moan that escapes him sends a wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help but arch into his touch. “Peter,” you murmur, your voice edged with desire. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise seems to embolden him, and his hands become firmer, exploring with a mix of curiosity and reverence. When his thumbs brush over your sensitive peaks, you let out a soft gasp, and his hips jerk upward again, drawing a soft laugh from you.

“Easy, Pete,” you tease, cupping his face and bringing his lips back to yours. “We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.”

His blush deepens, but the eagerness in his eyes remains as he watches you reach for the waistband of his boxers. You slide them down slowly, and when he springs free, your eyes widen in shock, your jaw falling open.

He’s massive, thick and hard, his tip already leaking precum. You let out a soft, involuntary gasp. “Holy shit, Pete,” you say, your voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “You’re… you’re huge.”

Peter’s face flushes deeply, and he looks away as if embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “But, uh… you’re definitely gonna have to prep me. I’ll show you how, okay?”

He nods quickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Okay,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, his hands trembling slightly as they settle on your hips.

Taking his hand in yours, you guide it between your legs, pressing his fingers against the slick heat of your folds. His breath catches as he feels how wet you are, his eyes darting to yours in amazement. “Oh, my God,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing tentatively against you. “You’re so—”

“Yeah, Pete,” you interrupt, your voice laced with amusement and desire. “That’s all for you. Now, slide a finger in, nice and slow.”

He follows your instructions, his fingers clumsy but eager as he pushes one inside you. You let out a soft moan, rocking your hips against his hand. His jaw drops slightly as he watches your reactions, his own hips bucking upward as if he’s overwhelmed by the sensation of your body clenching around his finger.

“Like that?” he asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Just like that,” you reassure him, guiding his hand to add another finger. The stretch is delicious, and you can’t help but let out a louder moan, your head tilting back.

Peter’s breathing grows erratic as he watches you, his fingers moving more confidently now, curling inside you in a way that makes your toes curl. “You’re so tight,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I-I don’t know how I’m going to…”

“You will,” you promise, cutting him off with a kiss. “You’re doing so good, Pete. Just keep going.”

He nods, his thumb brushing experimentally against your clit, and you cry out, your hips jerking against his hand. The sound seems to spur him on, his movements becoming more focused as he learns what makes you squirm and moan for him.

Finally, when you’re trembling and breathless, you grab his wrist gently, stopping his movements. “I’m ready,” you whisper, your voice shaky but certain.

Peter’s eyes widen, his lips parting as he looks at you. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice full of concern.

“Absolutely,” you say, positioning yourself above him and reaching down to guide him to your entrance. “Just go slow, okay?”

He nods, his hands steadying you as you sink down onto him, inch by inch. The stretch is intense, and you can’t help but let out a low, drawn-out moan. Peter’s head falls back against the couch, his mouth open in a silent gasp as you take him in.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. “You’re so… big.”

Peter’s hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggles to hold himself back. “You feel… amazing,” he says, his voice cracking with the effort of not losing control. “So warm, so—”

“Move,” you interrupt, your voice desperate as you start to rock your hips. “Please, Pete. I need you.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands guide your movements, and soon the two of you find a rhythm, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through you, the feeling of him filling you so completely making your head spin.

Peter’s moans grow louder, his hips snapping upward to meet yours as he loses himself in the sensation. “You’re… incredible,” he gasps, his eyes locking on yours, full of awe and devotion.

“Pete,” you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride him harder, chasing your release. “You’re so good. So fucking good.”

Hearing your praise seems to push him over the edge. With a strangled moan, his hips jerk up, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurts. You feel him twitch inside you, and the thought of him losing control sends you tumbling into your own climax, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you.

The two of you collapse against each other, breathless and spent, your bodies still entwined. Peter presses a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his arms wrapping around you as if he’s afraid to let go.

“You okay?” you ask, your voice soft as you stroke his hair.

He lets out a contented sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Better than okay,” he says, his voice full of warmth and gratitude. “That was… everything.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Good,” you whisper, your heart swelling with affection for the boy who just gave you everything he had—and then some.

[redr0sewrites]

ATSV Characters with a Goth S/o

heeeeeyyyyyy guys 😇 *slowly sliding the 100+ REQUESTS in my inbox to the side to make room for a new special interest*

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff!!!

🥀Pairing(s): Hobie x reader, Miles x reader, Miguel x reader, Spot x reader

Hobie

he would LOVE any type of alternative partner tbh- he just LOOOVESSS that ur goth and will support you 100%

people who go against societies expectations/standards and don't fit in with the norm intrigue him, and your style is probably what piqued his interest in the first place

y'all definitely wear matching fits sorry i don't make the rules- hobie just can't pass up the opportunity to match w you!!! whenever you go to meetings within the spider society he always brings you along, regardless of whether or not you're a spiderperson and hobie loves showing off you and your style

MAJOR "THATS MY PARTNER‼️" VIBES

look me in the eyes and tell me hobia would not absolutely rock some funky eyeliner LIKEEEEE- he def lets you practice on him and will do your makeup for you too!!!

hobie loves thrifting with you, there is no way he isn't a major thrifter and you both definitely DIY a lot of your clothes

HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING PUNK BATTLE VESTS FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY, AND MAKES SURE THAT IT MATCHES UR AESTHETIC AS WELL!!

hobie absolutely has BLESSED music taste, but while he usually listens to rock, punk, dad rock, or post-punk type of music, i def see him enjoying more gothic/new wave music- especially if u introduce it to him!!!

i see him enjoying bauhaus, sisters or mercy, scary bitches, etc- he'll also give YOU a lot of music recommendations and help to expand ur taste!

hobie would also accompany you to any protests or conventions that you wanted to attend, and would act as your scary dog privileges

YOU TWO DEFINITELY GO TO CONCERTS TOGETHER OMG. I TOTALLY SEE THAT AS A SPONTANEOUS DATE THAT YOU TWO ENJOY A LOT

honestly hobie is a lovely partner to have if you are goth, and he's not only supportive but VERY enthusiastic about your fashion and lifestyle!

Miles

hes such a sweetheart!!! he definitely supports you if you're goth and asks a LOOOT of questions lmao

miles draws you and your fashion a lot, and will def design makeup or eyeliner ideas for you too!!! while ik this is more associated with punk, i also see miles drawing you a few custom patches and stuff like that

your kind of like his muse in a way, and miles just really enjoys sketching you, especially since you have such a unique aesthetic and such cool outfits

HE HAS DEFINITELY GRAFFITIED U SOMEWHERE‼️

he loves watching you get ready and do your makeup. seeing you do perfect eyeliner wings and heavy makeup in general lowkey relaxes him, and he just loves admiring you

im sorry but miles knows absolutely nothing about goth music or culture, ur gonna have to introduce him to a lot of the songs/bands!!!

while i don't think he's huge on the music at first, i think it would grow on him over time. its definitely the type of thing that he loves because YOU love it, and he sees how mu much you enjoy it so he starts listening to it as well so he can talk to you about it

i think his favorite band would be the cure, and his fav songs would either be boys dont cry or the walk (both by the cure- idk why thats so specific but they just kinda fit his vibe yk?)

miles likes holding hands a lot, and he loves when you wear rings or gloves or something along those lines because it just reminds him so much of you! your hands just feel different compared to other peoples and he just loves how unique you are

if you have a lot of piercings, miles would definitely ask about them or buy you specific jewelry for piercings!!!!

overall, very very cute and supportive about your style!!! (he lowkey gives bi wife energy, and iyk what in talking ab then ily mwah)

Miguel

he's pretty indifferent to your style at first, i don't see him as the type to judge much based on appearances. its your personality that really throws him for a loop, and a part of him admires your dedication to making yourself look how you want to look and truly living to be your best self, regardless of what others think

if you think miles knows nothing about being goth then be prepared for miguel bc he knows NOTHINGGGG- no music, no history, no political views, zero, zilch, nada, goose egg

if he cares about you i do see him being intrigued about your style, and once you two are officially dating is when he'll show more interest in your personal fashion sense

he strikes me as the type to like, NEVER listen to music, so he literally only listens to the music you like!!! he does find himself occasionally humming the tune of some strawberry switchblade song or casually listening to a siouxsie and the banshees song while he works, and over time you influence him a LOT with your music taste. he definitely associates any and all goth music with YOU, and that's probably why he starts enjoying it.

he's a "hand on you at all times" type of guy, and while he is rarely touchy with others, miguel is definitely keeping you close. your fashion makes that convenient for him, and he loves pulling you into a kiss by grabbing onto your belt loop or something of the sort

miguel loves how you look with and without makeup on and isn't afraid to tell you that, however, he really likes it if you incorporate his colors or color scheme into your makeup one day. he'll never admit it, but you keep catching him admiring you with the smallest smirk on his face every few seconds

if anyone ever gave u shit for what you wear and how you dress, especially someone in the spider society, you'd practically have to restrain miguel from drop kicking them across nueva york- he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you , and while he knows you can stand up for yourself, he just gets protective at times

Spot

goth? whats that???

he's lowkey such a nerd, and spends too much time being science-y and planning on how to beat spiderman to actually get caught up on fashion

spot doesn't know how he pulled you tbh, but he appreciates you nonetheless!!! he thinks you and your aesthetic are something to be admired, and will unabashedly tell EVERYONE he knows about you

he will shoplift any clothing or jewelry that you want, and he'll even take you to other dimensions where there are better alternative clothes as well

spot doesn't really have a face to do makeup on, but he'll offer to do yours for you! surprisingly enough he's pretty good at it, though he does work pretty slowly

spot loves fiddling with your accessories, whenever he's standing near you he's always reaching out to touch you in some way shape or form. he loves playing with any chains or necklaces you wear, and will help adjust them so that they lay correctly

he helps you get ready in the morning!!!!! if ur the type of goth to wear corsets, he makes lacing them up SO easy and will gladly do it for you

i personally hc that spot HATES seeing himself in mirrors/pictures, it reminds him sm of what he used to look like, but he LOVES taking photos of you and your style!! whenever you are wearing a cute outfit or have funky makeup on, spot adores just taking photos of you

if you ever did a makeup look inspired by him and his spots he would probably CRY :(

URGRHHRHHRRR I LOVE ATSV SMMMMMMM!!!! this post will DEFINITELY have a pt2 w more characters!!!!! i swear tho atsv literally pulled me out of the most horrendous burnout ever i FELT the artblock and writing block lift off of my body as i watched it. IM SO INVESTED I MADE A SPIDERSONA...

[tinydefector]

Reader with a disability- like a lost limb or two. And their cypertronian friendo’s make them new limbs?

I’d personally like to see it with the Decepticon‘s. But I’ll take anyone.

Upgrades

Tarantulas x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

Used the wheel spinner to pick a character for this one, and you got tarantulas, and he was actually a lot of fun to write. Based him quite a bit of the earthspark Tarantulas.

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They sit off to the side as Tarantulas works. Not being able to do much else other than wait for him to finish his work. The scarring on their leg aches and it makes them twitchy for sitting so long with nothing to do. "How much longer?" They ask softly trying not to scratch the area

He glances over at the human, a soft click comes from his mandibles. "Patience, my friend. These things cannot be rushed." He turns back to his workbench, carefully assembling components of the new prosthetic he was working on. "I assure you, the end result will be well worth the wait." 

 

They continued to sit there for a moment but eventually decided they were sick of just sitting. using the equipment beside themself they pull themself to stand, keeping a hand on it while hopping closer trying not to fall over. Tarantulas' optics briefly flicker towards them as they uncomfortably hop closer, clearly struggling without the support of their prosthetic. He pauses in his work, claws delicately holding a small metallic component mid-assembly. 

"I would not recommend straining yourself in such a manner," he says evenly. "The device will be completed as efficiently as I am able. injuring yourself will only hinder the process. One of his claws came out to steady them. He clicks the part into place with meticulous care, then glances back at the human.

"I'm bored sitting here Tarantulas" they admit while moving closer using his arm as a guide closer. "Can you put something on for me to watch or something, I can't handle just sitting here in silence, please I'd even suffer listening to the music you like so much" they hand brushes against his plating as they stand against his frame, pressing their head against the spider furr of his plating.

Tarantulas lets out an exasperated hiss as the human presses against him, interrupting his concentration. Still, he suppresses the urge to shove them away, he rumbles softly reminding himself they were a touchy one, it was only them and not someone else touching him. 

"Very well," he grumbles, reaching a clawed hand to tap at a nearby console. "I shall provide some 'entertainment' to distract that feeble organic processor of yours." The screens in his lab flicker to life, he types away for a moment with his other talons and brings up some mind numbing videos. He bristles again when their hand runs over the furr before he settles again. "Try not to leak your oils and fluids on my exoskeleton," he snarks slightly but settles into the light touch. He lifts them up, settling them between his shoulder plate and helm, talons subtly guiding them until they had sat comfortably. " now you're just being a dick" they state with amusement while snuggling against him. 

He turns back to the delicate work with a few small clicks. Tarantulas narrows his optics at the human's crass words, but otherwise does not acknowledge their playful jab. His thoughts are focused solely on completing the task at hand. With meticulous precision, he settles back into work, a talon coming up to check on them occasionally to check if they had fallen asleep. They'd make a small noise but other than that they were content watching the videos. 

Tarantulas soldiers the final connections, tweaking the calibration. "It is done," Tarantulas announces, and they peek up to look at the finished prosthetic. "Your patience has paid off. Shall we test its capabilities?" He holds up the brand new leg for them to look at for a moment. With care he helps them off his shoulder, setting them down gently. Once they are seated, he works quickly; multiple talons move with skill to fit the prosthetic into place, ensuring the connections are seamless. 

"How does it feel?" he asks while making sure to attach it the right way, checking to make sure the pins didn't pinch on the attachment, as he watches their reaction he's already working on another design in his processor. "Walk with it. Carefully." He steps back, folding all his arms but one as he watches for any sign of instability.

He olds one out for them to use encase they needed it, but For now, he watches. As they stand up and put pressure on it, it feels different to the other prosthetic. The first few steps are wobbly with Tarantulas guiding them with a servo to make sure they don't trip. "Feels weird, lighter than the last one.Tarantulas watches closely as the human takes their first tentative steps with the new prosthetic. His optics brighten with fascination at seeing his engineering in action. “What did you change?". It wasn't as heavy as the last prosthetic he had made for them. 

"I utilised a lighter alloy in its construction to reduce overall mass, while integrating cybertronian servo-motors to enable more natural movement. They should also allow for greater precision and control compared to your previous prosthesis," Tarantulas explains, a hint of pride creeping into his voice despite himself.  

"In time, it should function almost similarly to your original organic limb, perhaps even surpassing it in strength and capabilities. I can continuously refine the design as needed." He gestures to his workbench, laden with tools and components. "For now, simply continue acclimating yourself to it." His optics gleam with anticipation. It was something almost simplistic but they needed it.

 They continue walking around on it testing the feeling of the new prosthetic, after they sit down and watch the way the hinges bend with each time they straighten and bend their leg. "Still don't know how you do it Tulas, you would be an awesome prosthetic manufacturer you know" they shoot him a delighted smile. Tarantulas lets out an amused huff at the human's praise. 

"An 'awesome prosthetic manufacturer'? Hardly a fitting aspiration for one such as myself." He turns back to tidy up his workstation, sorting tools and components with methodical efficiency. "I engineer these enhancements purely as scientific curiosities, and for the opportunities they provide in helping you."  Picking up a small welding tool, he regards it thoughtfully as he continues. "But I admit, it is gratifying to see my creations appreciated."  

“Got a soft spot for me Tula?” they tease at him. Tarantulas sets down the tool and moves closer to the human, gently flicking them with one of his talons.  "But thank you, I know it probably doesn't mean much to you due to being Cybernetic, but this means alot to me to be able to walk, and you're making it easier with the knee bending." It's a sincere thank you. They look over at the other prosthetic. "Do you know why this one broke?" 

Tarantulas picks up the damaged prosthetic leg, turning it over in his claws as he examines it closely. "Inferior craftsmanship," he hisses in disdain. "Not unexpected from those human manufacturers. They lack true vision." He traces a talon along a cracked seam in the prosthetic's casing. "Substandard materials and shoddy construction. I could improve upon this base design in recharge."

Setting the leg down, Tarantulas turns his optics to the human. "Do not trouble yourself with their inept handiwork any longer. You shall walk solely on my creations from now on." 

They laugh at his crase words shaking their head in amusement, it was nice to see him enjoying working on something that to him was so basic yet to them was a life altering thing. They smile back at him as they disconnect the prosthetic, placing it in their lap to look it over. "It's pretty, didn't take you as an artist type Tula" they hum in amusement while admiring the patterns etched onto the fake leg.

Tarantulas tilts his head quizzically at the human's comment about his artistic sensibilities. "Artistry? Hmpf. I merely adorn my creations to...satisfy your simple organic aesthetic preferences." He steps closer and runs a talon along the etched patterns in the prosthetic's casing. "But I admit, an elegant design does complement the engineering within."  

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Smoke & Ribbons - Chapter 11

Pairings: Fem!Reader x OT8

Summary: Six years after you've been turned, and you are finally fully settling into the vampire lifestyle. That is, until one large mistake by one of your clanmates and some hidden feelings from some of the others turn everything on its head.

Genre: Vampire AU

WC (Total): 53,400

Rating: Explicit

Originally Published (Completed): 240923 on ao3

Tags: Under the cut

A/N: Set six years after People, Running

Tags: reader and Joong get a little mushy, smut, threesome - F/M/M, fingerfucking, double teaming, face sitting, vaginal sex, creampie, all's fair in sex and pillow fights?, everyone is playing wingman for everyone else, San and Yunho ask reader on a date

You woke to a tickle on your cheek, and wrinkled your nose, swatting whatever it was away. 

If I find one more fucking spider in this house we are moving again so help me god.

“Hey,” Hongjoong's voice said softly. “It’s just me.”

Oh. Duh.

You remembered now, the night before, after you’d gotten home with Hongjoong after your date. It had been a long time since you’d woken up in his bed. 

You had missed it more than anything you’d ever missed before. 

You opened your eyes at the same moment he went back to caressing your face lightly. He did this from time to time, getting lost in your features, eventually moving to pet your hair and cover your face with light and loving kisses. 

“I’m pretty sure you’re the most sentimental Scorpio I’ve ever met,” you giggled, rolling over to face him. 

“Why does everyone say that?” He huffed, pulling the covers tighter around him and scooting closer to you as his hand traveled higher, and he began to scratch your scalp. 

“Um, because it’s true?” You stuck your tongue out at him, but he rolled his eyes and continued to dote on you softly. 

“Well, I have no regrets,” he said firmly. “It’s been far too long since we’ve been together like this and I won’t let a single second go to waste.”

“Dweeb,” you laughed. “You’re so cute.”

“You’re one to talk, little bird. Look at you, all sleepy and happy next to me in bed. I love waking up to this. I love it so much, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

“So this is where the sentimentality wasn’t last night,” you laughed again, and he grimaced, but there was a definite smile behind it.

“In my defense, you told me to fuck you until you physically could take no more… I was just following orders.”

“Oh, did I say that? Hmm. Seems so unlike me.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Now Hongjoong was giggling, as he rolled you back the other way and pulled you against him, wrapping an arm around you and burying his face in your shoulder. You heard him take a deep breath and let it out contentedly, and he began to sing under his breath as he held you. You closed your eyes, listening to his soft voice in the early morning light streaming from the window. You knew the song, but you were surprised that he did as well. 

“I felt the summer on my hands through the window… I think I knew it right then, I would never let you go…”

You joined in, much to his surprise. 

“And everything we lost, and everything we won, find your street of gold and drive it when you’re young…”

“Everything we break, every breath in my lungs…” Hongjoong’s voice nearly cracked, and you reached up to squeeze his hand as you began the chorus. 

“Hey now, we’ll go on living, after all the smoke and ribbons, can’t fight the time, it’s marching on… Hey now, it’s all forgiven—” You squeezed his hand again, “good luck and bad decisions… I’ll write the words if you sing along…”

“If you sing along…”

Hongjoong lapsed into silence and clutched you tighter, and you could hear him struggling to control his breath. You rolled over immediately to face him, quickly slotting your body against his again, and now it was your turn to caress his cheek. You kissed his lips softly, nuzzling his nose with your own. 

“I didn’t know you knew that song,” you told him.

“I heard it on the radio… and then Yunho taught me how to stream music so I could listen to whatever I want. I… I would have asked you, but… well, you know.”

“You still could have asked me.”

“No,” he said simply, kissing you again. “It would have been insensitive.”

“Okay, that’s fair.” You started to run your fingers through his hair, and he sighed happily and pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. 

“I’ll have you know I am deliberately not commenting about you learning to stream music,” you mumbled, and Hongjoong snorted. 

“You might as well let it out, I already heard it from Wooyoung and Mingi anyway,” he giggled. 

“Nah. But I am gonna say… we should trade playlists. If you’re that far advanced yet,” you cracked up on the last word of your sentence, and Hongjoong groaned and plopped a pillow down over your head. 

“That’s enough from… what’s it called? The peanut gallery.”

A soft knock at the door startled you both. 

“Who is it?” Hongjoong called out. 

“Hwa,” the answer came back. 

“You can let him in,” you told Hongjoong as you moved the pillow. He and I are… um. We’re on good terms now.”

“Ah yes, judging by what I heard late the other night, you certainly are,” Hongjoong smirked and winked at you, and you pulled the pillow right back over your face.

“Come in!” 

“Ah,” Seonghwa said as he entered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were both still—”

“I really need to get this house soundproofed,” Hongjoong nodded. “I’ll make some calls today.”

“I don’t know that it really matters now, considering…” You shrugged. “Seems like a moot point.”

“Nah. Just in case. It’s nice to have, if for no other reason than to not hear people blaring their TV or music or games or what have you,” Hongjoong said. “Not to mention the other obvious sounds that occur in this house from time to time…”

Seonghwa was still standing at the door, looking at you questioningly. He didn’t seem to be fazed in the slightest that you and Hongjoong were quite obviously naked.

“Well are you going to just stand there, or are you gonna come cuddle too?” You asked. 

“Oh.” Hwa blinked twice. “Um. But you’re both…”

“You act like you and I have never been naked together before,” you pointed out. 

“Well, you got me there,” Hwa shrugged. “Hongjoong?”

“Our girl says she wants cuddles, you’d better get over here,” Joong said with a big grin. 

You watched as Seonghwa stripped off his pajamas, clearly not wanting to be overdressed for the occasion, and you and Hongjoong scooted further in so Seonghwa could climb into bed. Before long, you were sandwiched in the middle of them, and they both clutched at you tightly as though they were afraid you might disappear if they let go. 

“I suppose now that I have the both of you together, I should apol—” Seonghwa started, and you cut him off with a hand over his mouth.

“I think you’ve apologized enough for the time being, Hwa,” you said softly as you craned your neck to kiss the tip of his nose. You removed your hand, and he huffed and frowned. 

“But…”

“No means no,” you snickered. 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa said airily, “your little bird is feisty today.”

“Yes, she does that. I guess you’ll have to learn to get used to it.”

“It’s endearing,” Seonghwa said as he leaned in to kiss you softly. “I wouldn’t have you any other way, my moon.” 

“Oh, so she’s the moon to your stars?” Hongjoong giggled. “And everyone said I was gross and mushy for calling her little bird.”

“That’s because you are,” you and Seonghwa both said at the same time, and Hongjoong let out a sound that was akin to someone stepping on a cat as he stared at the both of you. 

“Ganging up on me in my own bed? Rude.”

“Aww. It’s not so bad. But I can think of a different target if you’d like to turn the tables,” Seonghwa said, eyeing you hungrily as he spoke. 

“I was wondering if you had an ulterior—” You started, but your words were cut off as Hongjoong leaned over to nip at your neck lightly. 

“Hongjoong!”

“What? Seonghwa made the suggestion,” he said with a pout. 

“Mmhmm,” you breathed out slowly as Seonghwa reached over to draw your gaze his way again, kissing you deeply. Hongjoong continued to kiss your neck, his hands wandering over your skin, and you heard him chuckle as you began to squirm. It had been a good while since you’d had more than one partner in bed with you at once— everyone generally tended to want you all to themselves when they had the chance. But now… four hands caressed your skin, lingering on all the spots they knew would drive you wild. Before long, you were soaking wet and writhing between them. 

You felt Hongjoong dip his fingers between your legs, and he moaned low and cursed under his breath as he felt your slick folds. He quickly slid one finger inside you, thrusting softly.

“Seonghwa, she’s so wet…” 

“Oh?” The other vampire wasted no time in feeling for himself, and you squeaked in surprise when he added one of his own fingers, thrusting in time with Hongjoong. 

Your body felt like a live wire, and you were already trembling as the two of them fucked you on their fingers. Seonghwa added a second, and Hongjoong immediately followed suit, and you whined loudly at the stretch. 

“Mmm, she likes that,” Hwa purred. “What a good girl for us. Stuffed full and taking it so well.”

“She’s so good…” Joong murmured. “Going to sing for us, hmm little bird? Show us how good we make you feel. Go on… let go…” he whispered in your ear. 

The suggestion was all you needed, and you came hard, soaking their hands as you scrabbled at the sheets for purchase, each wave of your release hitting harder than the last. 

“So fucking pretty,” Seonghwa gasped as you arched your back and threw your head back into the pillows, cunt clenching around their fingers tightly with the aftershocks of your climax. They both withdrew their hands, and you settled back down between them, but not for long. Seonghwa sat up, urging you to get up and move, and he took your place, lying flat on his back. He reached for your arm, tugging you in his direction again. You began to straddle his hips, but he shook his head. 

“No no,” he tutted. “Sit on my face, pretty girl. You can have my cock later. Right now I want to tongue fuck you while I clean up the mess you just made.”

You shivered, and did as he asked, moving to carefully straddle his face. The second your legs were in place on either side of his head, he brought his arms up, locking them around your thighs and holding you to him as he dragged your core down to meet his eagerly waiting mouth. He wasted no time in pushing his long, agile tongue into your cunt, moaning loudly as he tasted you. 

Meanwhile, Hongjoong was sitting back on the bed, watching you and Seonghwa intently as he stroked his own cock slowly, smearing precum down the shaft. You clenched tightly at the sight of him, hard as a rock, cock twitching in his hand as he worked himself. 

“S… Seonghwa,” you whined as his lips found your clit and sucked hard. “Seonghwa… I’m so… so sensitive, please, I…” 

“Come for him,” Hongjoong commanded. “Come all over his face, little bird. I know you want to.”

“Please,” Seonghwa’s voice was muffled, but you could hear the desperation in it. He returned to sucking on your clit, alternating with fucking you with his tongue, and you were at the edge again before you knew it, stars in your eyes as you came even harder than the last time. In your haze, you glanced over at Joong again, who was regarding you hungrily as he stroked his cock. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. "I never get tired of the sight of you in ecstasy."

Seonghwa let you go, and you moved away to rest beside him, but you barely had a second to rest before Hongjoong was grabbing your shoulders, pushing you down on your back and slotting himself between your legs. 

“Oh god,” you mumbled. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s the idea, little bird,” Joong said with a giggle. He lost no time as he aligned the head of his cock with your entrance, pushing in with one smooth stroke, grinning as you cried out. You were already so sensitive you could barely stand it, and he set a quick pace, pulling your legs up over his shoulders so he could push deeper and harder with each thrust. 

You closed your eyes, head lolling to the side as Hongjoong railed into you, and you tried to meet his thrusts with your hips, but your movements were erratic at best. You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa there, lying next to you and Hongjoong, his eyes fixed on you, gaze occasionally flicking down to where your body and Hongjoong’s were joined. 

“This is so fucking hot,” Seonghwa hissed. “My moon… you take Joongie’s dick so well, don’t you? Will you take mine next? Be a good girl and let us fill you to the brim with our cum?”

“Y—yes,” you stuttered as Hongjoong increased his pace again, changing the angle to one he knew would quickly be your undoing. "I'm being... so good... for you both..."

"That you are, little bird," Hongjoong heaved the words out between thrusts. "Such a good girl." He increased the pace again with a wicked grin.

“HONGJOONG!” You shrieked as you came again, soaking him as your body shuddered and shook. He leaned in to kiss you deeply, moaning into your mouth as he came, emptying himself inside you. When he finally slowed and stopped, he pushed back in all the way, sighing happily and pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Mmm,” he hummed in a dopey, fucked-out voice. “Perfect. You’re so perfect.”

“Oh hush,” you giggled. "You're always so silly."

Next to you, Seonghwa cleared his throat. You and Hongjoong both glanced over at him to see he was eyeing you, biting his lip, his chest heaving. 

“My turn?” He asked, voice barely a whisper. 

“Please,” you whined. Hongjoong reluctantly pulled out of you and moved to lie down beside you, and Seonghwa lost no time— he was between your legs in a flash, flipping you over and pulling your hips up. He ran his hands over your bare ass, kneading the flesh and sighing contentedly as he aligned the head of his cock with your entrance. 

“Hwa…” You whined. “Please, don’t tease me…”

“Oh, but you’re so fun to tease,” he tutted, pushing just the slightest bit into you before pulling away, laughing as you squirmed and grumbled in protest. 

“Not fair…”

You had barely finished speaking when Seonghwa slammed into you hard, slender hands gripping your hips as he set a rapid pace at once, putting Hongjoong to shame. You turned your head so you could see Joong on the bed next to you, one hand lazily stroking his half-hard cock, deep crimson eyes glazed over as he watched Seonghwa fucking into you like his life depended on it. 

“Oh Seonghwa, oh fuck, oh god…” 

He stopped for a split second, changing his angle, and you shrieked in surprise, this new position hitting you just right with every thrust. Hongjoong snaked his free hand under you, quickly finding your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive nub as Hwa continue to fuck you. In no time at all, you were coming again, and Seonghwa with you. He pulled out immediately, reaching to spread your legs wider. 

“Look, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa whispered. “Our pretty little girl… so full of our cum.” He swiped a finger through your folds, and you felt wetness running down your leg as he traced a line over your thigh. 

“Holy fuck,” Hongjoong breathed as he sat up to have a look. “Incredible.”

“Okay, that’s enough ogling,” you laughed as you repositioned yourself, lying down in the center of the bed again with a contented sigh. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were quick to sandwich you between them, petting your hair and peppering your skin with soft kisses. 

“I could get used to this,” Seonghwa said happily as he kissed your cheek. 

“Well, I would hope you’re planning on that, because you’re stuck with me now,” you giggled. 

“Oh, woe is me!” Hwa threw his head back dramatically, tossing one arm over his face. “What ever will I—”

His words were cut short as you whacked him with a pillow. He squeaked in surprise, but a split second later he had a pillow in each hand. He moved to smack you with one, but Hongjoong was quicker, darting from behind you to hit Seonghwa square in the face with a pillow.

The three of you rapidly dissolved into loud giggles and shrieks as the pillow fight intensified. 

A knock sounded at the door, and Mingi poked his head in. You saw the rapid-fire change in expression from concerned to curious to a dramatic eye roll that could give Wooyoung a run for his money any day. 

You knew the sight must be amusing— none of you had any clothes on still, and the smell of sex still hung heavy in the air. 

“You guys are fucking weird,” Mingi muttered as he shut the door, and you heard him walking away, laughing quietly. 

“Hey! We are not!” Hongjoong called out, stopping for a second so he could pout just a bit. 

“Yes you are,” Seonghwa said without missing a beat. 

“Rude!” Joong shot back, throwing three pillows at Hwa, who caught them all easily. 

“Look,” you said calmly, and both of them stopped to look at you. “You’re both weird. But you’re my weirdos, so it’s fine.”

You watched as Hongjoong and Seonghwa eyed you for a second, then they each picked up a pillow, inching closer to you. 

“We’re yours, huh?” 

“I mean… yeah,” you snickered. “But only if you behave— HEY!”

A few hours later, after winning the pillow fight, a second round with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, and a long shower, you were puttering around the kitchen making coffee and breakfast for lunch when Jongho sauntered in, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Hi you,” you said brightly, and he giggled as you flitted over to him to plant a tender kiss on his lips.

“Hi. Busy day for you so far, huh?” He laughed again, and you swatted him in the shoulder. 

“Shush.”

“Absolutely not,” Jongho shook his head. “No, not going to happen.” 

“Don’t make me smack you around too,” you threatened playfully as you sat down at the table with your breakfast and coffee. 

“Funny you mention, we haven’t played Mario Kart in a bit,” Jongho challenged. “How about best out of ten?”

“See, you challenging me to Mario Kart is in the same vein as me making Yeosang play basketball at the arcade,” you laughed. “We already know who the winner is going to be.”

“Are you talking about me?” Yeosang asked brightly as he walked in. “I heard my name. And mention of basketball.” He ambled over to you to kiss the top of your head before glowering at you. “We do need to find a new arcade here. None of the ones we’ve visited so far have really felt right.”

“I’m trying to get her to agree to Mario Kart,” Jongho huffed. 

“Why, so you can beat her?” Yeosang giggled, and now it was your turn to frown. 

“Too many competitive people in this house,” you said with an eye roll. 

“I’ll play too,” Yeosang told you. “Come on, maybe we can gang up on him.”

“I dare you both to try,” Jongho told you, a cocky grin on his face. 

When the three of you reached the home theater, you found it was already occupied by Yunho and San, who were watching a movie. 

“Oops, looks like we’ll have to wait until later,” Yeosang laughed.

“Oh, we’ll be done soon,” San told you. 

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jongho nodded. 

“Do you guys wanna join us?” Yunho asked. 

You wanted to, but now in front of Jongho and Yeosang, you suddenly felt shy.

Predictably, Yeosang picked up on your hesitancy right away.  

“Go on, jagiya,” Yeosang whispered in your ear. “Jongho and I will come back later.”

While part of you now wondered if this whole thing had been a setup, you crawled up onto the sofa anyway, and Yunho and San made room for you. Yunho had your favorite blanket and pillow ready, and you raised an eyebrow as he and San tucked you in and cuddled close on either side of you. 

This was definitely a setup. I swear to god. These men. 

But you weren’t upset. Not in the least. On the contrary, you’d been wondering how you were going to go about things with Yunho and San now that the air had been cleared with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. 

“Is this okay?” Yunho asked cautiously. 

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded, leaning over onto Yunho’s shoulder. On your other side, San squirmed down so his head was resting on your lap, and you let your hand travel carefully to his shoulder. When he didn’t flinch, you moved up to his head, scratching his scalp gently and petting his hair. 

Yunho took your other hand in his, and you sighed contentedly. You weren’t even paying attention to the movie— all you knew was how safe you felt in the moment, and how grateful you were that you had found home in these eight men. 

“I have an idea,” San piped up as the movie ended. 

“Uh oh,” Yunho laughed. San sat up, making a face at Yunho. 

“Hey, be nice, it’s a good idea.”

“Well, out with it then,” you giggled. 

“What if we both took you on a date?” San asked, a wide grin on his face, dimples on full display. “Tomorrow, maybe?”

“Oh, that is a fun idea,” Yunho nodded. 

You had been on one or two group dates since you’d started dating Yeosang, but that was back when you’d only been with him, Mingi, and Hongjoong. You hadn’t even thought about the idea of more back then, but it made sense. 

“Sure,” you nodded. “What did you have in mind?”

“Mini golf?” San asked. Yunho began to giggle, and you turned to face him. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You really think that’s a good idea, San? Last time you broke a club and part of the course by accident.” 

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago. I’ve learned my strength now.”

“You got banned from that place,” Yunho continued, practically wheezing from laughing so hard. 

“Banned, huh?” You were laughing now, and San heaved a huge dramatic sigh and pulled a blanket over his head. 

“Yep. They had a photo of him from the security cameras and everything. Wait, I think I have a picture of the flyer,” Yunho pulled out his phone, and San groaned. "They posted one at each chain location in the city."

"Oh, wait," you bit your lip. "I think I remem—"

“OKAY, we can pick something different,” San said, his voice muffled under the blanket, sending you off into a fit of giggles. 

“Oh, no, I am invested in mini golf now, Sannie,” you snickered, patting San on the head. "Thanks though."

“Fuck me,” San muttered. “Okay, fine. We can do that. Yunho is gonna wipe the floor with both of us anyway.” 

“Challenge accepted,” you said, trying to keep a straight face, knowing full well that you were horrible at mini golf. 

“Great!” Yunho smiled brightly at you. “So… how about tomorrow, around two?” 

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. 

“Okay, let’s watch another movie now,” San urged, clearly ready to stop being the center of attention. He handed you the remote. “You pick, pretty girl.” 

You nodded, and as you scrolled through the options, San and Yunho were quick to wrap you back up in a blanket cocoon, cuddling you gently, but both holding on tight as if they were scared you’d disappear. 

You happily spent the evening sandwiched between them, and when you began to grow tired, they both walked you to your room, each of them kissing you on the cheek as they bade you goodnight. 

You showered and tucked yourself into bed, feeling an inner peace that you hadn’t known in ages. Your heart was full, and you were happier than you had been in a long time.

You drifted off to sleep that night, warm and content, imagining what the future might hold. 

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Muichiro x F!reader (your 13)

"After a long day"

(reader insert warning! fluff)

It was quite a long day with you, Muichiro's disciple training to use your sword.

"your doing good with your swinging. All you need is a little more reaction time and speed."

Says Muichiro.

You nod your head as you land back on your feet, and yeah, the reason why you couldn't leave the mist hashira's training is because of how fragile and sort of slow you are, but you are slowly developing of course👏

"Yes Mu!"

You call him 'Mu' as short cut for 'Muichiro'! Funsies!🙃

Oh and he doesn't mind because-

🖕: Your a year younger than him (he respects your spirit)

✌️: Your in good terms with him

👌: He likes you (I'm crazy, you don't have to remind me)

💅: (so pretty) You know about his training with the Obanai and Sanemi so he lets you observe and watch him till you know his moves

🖐️: You usually visit him in his mansion to give him the randomest food, yeah food😏

Now Anyway let's timeskip after the training (it was kinda like Tanjiro's)

IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M JUST TOO LAZY TO WRITE WHAT HAPPENED BUT YOU HIT YOUR HEAD BECAUSE YOU TRIPPED AND YOU WERE A LITTLE DIZZY OKAY.

You followed Muichiro to their training place as usual, but you however felt like someone was eyeing on you, and yes you can hear millions of footsteps once you take off your earbuds, but the footsteps weren't spiders nor ordinary animals (you had sensitive ears which results you to hear things 5 minutes away. SBG things *Ashlyn Banner*)

-

Of course, you wanted to tell Muichiro but you didn't wanna ruin his training with the other hashiras so you kept quiet, it wasn't that serious, or so you thought.

TIMESKIP I'M RUNNING OUT OF BATTERY

At the time you both reached it to the place where the hashiras trained, like usual you took one earbud off just in case and observed how they fought.

But this time

Obanai and Sanemi asked you to join, to test your skills

"Oi, I think I'd had enough of you just staring at us like that."

Said Sanemi

"Join us."

Said Obanai

"I agree with them Y/N."

Happily said Muichiro

You stuttered on your answer but of course, you couldn't turn down, so you took both your earbuds off for better awareness of the soroundings.

"Yes."

you said

"Come at me kid"

says Sanemi with a grin.

But of course, you weren't very reckless to attack, you knew that you would immediately lose once you dont pay attention to your soroundings so you used your breathing technique instead.

"Bunny breathing... second form: Agility."

(I made it myself😍)

Your Bunny breathing gives you the abilities of a rabbit such as high jumping, speed, reaction time (that basically needs leveling up) and you can dissappear in the air and leaving a bunny as trace.

(So good right😏)

Thanks to your hearing you were able to avoid any of Sanemi's attacks while running around him as Obanai and Muichiro just watched from the side, drinking water that you bought for them.

You were almost gonna land an attack on Sanemi but he used his Wind Breathing to throw you away.

But before that...

"Bunny breathing, seventh form:Trace"

You manage to escape from Sanemi's sight once again while a poor bunny was being thrown into the air but suddenly, Muichiro disappeared and caught the bunny and bought it back, petting it(I can imagine it being so cuuuteeee😩)

Timeskip you lost and went bavk yo Muichiro's mansion😔

After you arriveeed

"Y/N I like you."

LIKE WE WENT STRAIGHT TO THE CUDDLING HUNS

He was the small spoon, his face on the crook of your neck while you two fell asleep.

In the more you were both caught by Mu's students, including Tanjiro.

FINNALY AFTER A LONG DAY YOU WENT BACK TO REST WITH HIM IN HIS MANSION. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

[im-goofball]

Ethan: *Holds financial statistics from the last year* Tch...

Mars: *Glances at him* What's the problem?

Ethan: Math problem

Mars: Oh, I can help you, let me see.

Ethan: *Hands him the papers*

Mars: Alright, here's an easy one. What's 6 x 3?

Ethan: ...

Mars: *glares at Ethan* What's 6 x 3?

Ethan: *mumbles* ...I don't know

Mars: What's 6 x 3?!

Ethan: I DON'T—

Mars: *shakes Ethan by the collar* 6 x 3!?

Ethan: I DON'T KNOW!?

Mars: Six threes!!

Ethan: I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS IT?!

Mars: WHAT IS IT?!

Ethan: ...

Mars: ...

Ethan: ...

Mars: Goin' to get Saturn...

Ethan: *confused* Why?

Mars: SATURN!!

Saturn: *Gets inside the Room of Authority* What's the problem?

Mars: *Bents over and hands him Ethan's reports* This...

Saturn: *looks up at Ethan* What's 6 x 3?

Ethan: I don't know!

Saturn: *irritated spider noises* 6 x 3!!

Ethan: *shrugs* I DON'T KNOW!?

Saturn: *sighs* What's 6 + 6?

Ethan: *his face brightens up* Oh, 12!

Saturn: *yells in frustration* NOW ADD 6!!

Ethan: I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS IT?!

Saturn: WHAT IS IT?!

Ethan: ...

Mars: ...

Saturn: ...Goin' to get Warcury.

Ethan: Why?

Saturn: WARCURY!!

Warcury: *kicks the door to the Room Authority, irritated* BOOM! WHAT?!

Saturn: *Hands him the financial reports* Reports.

Warcury: *groans in Russian* HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW SIMPLE MATH?! WHAT'S 6 x 3?!

Ethan: I DON'T KNOW!!

Warcury: *Sighs* Look, if Peter had 6 x 3 amount of dish soap, how much dish soap would he have?

Ethan: *covers his eyes with hands* HOW MUCH?!

Warcury: HOW MUCH?!

Ethan: ...

Mars: ...

Saturn: ...

Warcury: *Side glances at Peter with his dish soaps all around him* ... 1, 2, 3, 4—

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Headcanon: Ethan is shitty at math and o' boy, the other four almost got heart attacks when they found out. How is he still Warrior God of Finances? You have to ask Mu!

[magical-characters-tourney]

ROUND ONE BRACKETS

Are these brackets even readable? I dunno. Either way, here’s the bracket!

Matchups (randomly seeded) under the cut to make them easier to read. Each matchup will last a week.

The winners of each bracket will face each other in one final match to discover who is the ULTIMATE magical boy.

Criteria used to decide who got in: 1) Use magic, or 2) Have a transformation sequence, or 3) Fight with the power of friendship (and sometimes that gun they found on the sidewalk over there) or any of the above combined.

edit: Magikal Nuko Len Len has been disqualified due to the only picture being available being disgusting. Sorry for making people uncomfortable by being ignorant and bad at observation.

edit 2: I have been provided a better image of Magikal Nuko Len Len. I’ll be setting his poll back up. Sorry for the confusion, everyone.

Riku Amami (World Embryo) vs Schubert (Classicaloid)

Jio (Magical Crash) vs Kousuke Nitoh (Kamen Rider Wizard)

Tatsuhisa Kamijo (Yu-Gi-Oh Sevens!) vs Black Pepper (Delicious Party Precure)

Taishi Manza (Cute High Earth Defense Club Happy Kiss) vs Judar (Magi)

Cure Kagura (Dancing Star Precure The Stage) vs Cure Lock (Dancing Star Precure The Stage)

Saiga Arata (Dear Magi -Mahou Shounen Gakka-) vs Takuto (Mahou x Shonen x Days)

En Yufuin (Cute High Earth Defense Club Love!) vs Dark Magician (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Mozart (Classicaloid) vs Haruhito Sugiyama (Mewkledreamy)

Chiaki Nagoya (Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne) vs Io Naruko (Cute High Earth Defense Club Love!)

Gabe Travolt (Magical How) vs Garnet Heart (Magical Warrior Diamond Heart)

Yue (Cardcaptor Sakura) vs Takuto Tsunashi (Star Driver)

Kairi Sanjo (Shugo Chara) vs Bright Illusion (Elsword)

Viperion (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Carapace (Miraculous Ladybug)

George Honda (Star Driver) vs Yumoto Hakone (Cute High Earth Defense Club Love!)

Merlin (The Sword and the Stone) vs Takeo Takumi (Star Driver)

Yuki (Mahou x Shonen x Days) vs Qu Le (Magical Boys)

Peter Grant (Rivers of London) vs Blanc (Kidultic Showtime)

Cure Break (Dancing Stars Precure The Stage) vs Basil (Magical Boy Basil)

Kazune Kujyo (Kamichama Karin) vs Superman (My Adventures with Superman)

Mamoru Chiba (Sailor Moon) vs Shun/Schlain Zagar Analeit (So I’m a Spider, So What?)

Ichiro Dougo (Cute High Earth Defense Club Happy Kiss) vs Rio Kuroki (KiraKira Precure A La Mode)

Synn Sakura (Twinkle Crusaders) vs Ge Jiuzhong (I Don’t Want to be a Magical Girl)

Atsushi Kinugawa (Cute High Earth Defense Club Love!) vs Jason (Kidultic Showtime)

Hinomiya Kaito (Dear Magi -Mahou Shounen Gakka-) vs Shining Spiral (Elsword)

Ukiyo Ace/Kamen Rider Geats (Kamen Rider Geats) vs Asahi Minamikawa (Mewkledreamy)

Camilo Madrigal (Encanto) vs Vivi (Final Fantasy)

Ryouma Kirishima (Cute High Earth Defense Club Happy Kiss) vs Magolor (Kirby)

Qifrey (Witch Hat Atelier) vs Tsubasa Yuunagi (Hirogaru Sky Precure)

Shu Yan (Ye Luoli) vs Takara Utashiro (Fairy Ranmaru ~Anata no Kokoro O-tasukeshimasu~)

Visare Nightfall (Vampire Magicka) vs Hideki Shibuya (Star Driver)

Kikyou (Magical Boy Troubles) vs Ayumu Aikawa (Is This a Zombie?)

Kousuke Kasuga (Kimagure Orange Road) vs Ryuu Zaou (Cure High Earth Defense Club Love!)

Yakumo Katou (Shuriken Sentai Ninninger) vs Ran (Mahou x Shonen x Days)

Kirby (Kirby) vs Akihito Sugiyama (Mewkledreamy)

Henri Wakamiya (Hugtto Precure) vs Bright Heart (Elsword)

Ikuto Tsukiyomi (Shugo Chara) vs Syaoran Li (Cardcaptor Sakura)

Mephisto (Lolirock) vs Max Owen (Magical Boy)

Cure Top (Dancing Star Precure The Stage) vs Blue Knight (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Mei Xin (I Don’t Want to be a Magical Girl) vs Ranmaru Ai (Fairy Ranmaru ~Anata no Kokoro O-tasukeshimasu~)

Antonio Madrigal (Encanto) vs Magikal nuko len len (Vocaloid)

Adora Flora (Magical Mom) vs My Cat Stormy (real life)

Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai) vs Satoshi Hiwatari (D.N.Angel)

Harry Dresden (The Dresden Files) vs Minatsuki Sakuya (Dear Magi -Mahou Shounen Gakka-)

Haruto Souma (Kamen Rider Wizard) vs Juka Mutsuoka (Fairy Ranmaru ~Anata no Kokoro O-tasukeshimasu~)

Cure Soul (Dancing Star Precure The Stage) vs Souta Kishibe (Magical Girl Raising Project)

Tadase Hotori (Shugo Chara) vs Shining Cosmo (Elsword)

Ryousuke Katashiro (Star Driver) vs Hikaru (Mahou x Shonen x Days)

Daisuke Niwa (D.N.Angel) vs Homura Hoterase (Fairy Ranmaru ~Anata no Kokoro O-tasukeshimasu~)

Nagihiko Fujisaki (Shugo Chara) vs Shining Astro (Elsword)

Kirio Karasuma (Kamichama Karin) vs Takashi Dai (Star Driver)

Felix (Star Warrior Cosmos Leo) vs Eylan Hasegawa (This is the Magical Boy Training Center)

Howl (Howl’s Moving Castle) vs Giyru (Warriors vs. Warriors)

Daichi (Mahou x Shonen x Days) vs Xia Lou (Mahou Shounen Shuurai)

Uru Seiren (Fairy Ranmaru ~Anata no Kokoro O-tasukeshimasu~) vs Kevin (Power Up)

Heir of Lightning - Prince Citron (Pretty Princess Pomelo) vs Beethoven (Classicaloid)

Saki Uno (Magical Girl Ore) vs Saiki Kusou (The Disasterous Life of Saiki K.)

Gandalf (Lord of the Rings) vs Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

Wagner (Classicaloid) vs Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug)

Bright Marine (Elsword) vs Ultraman Zero (Mega Monster Battle: Ultra Galaxy Legends)

Kazama Mika (Dear Magi -Mahou Shounen Gakka-) vs Emerald Heart (Magical Warrior Diamond Heart)

Starchild (Scooby Doo) vs Mugendou Niki (Dear Magi -Mahou Shounen Gakka-)

Mashira Shinkiro (Isekai Mahou Shounen Momopuri - Keiji to Yakuza ga Kawaikunatta Kudan) vs Kukai Soma (Shugo Chara)

Itsuki (Josou Mahou Shounen Battle Flyer Itsuki) vs Kuranushi Rin (Dear Magi -Mahou Shounen Gakka-)

Kyoutarou Shuzenji (Cute High Earth Defense Club Happy Kiss) vs Rikumori Yuu (Dear Magi -Mahou Shounen Gakka-)

so many tags.. so so many aghhhhhhhh

[thestarlightforge]

I haven’t been paying close attention to comics this summer, and I just learned about Fall of X.

SO many mixed feelings.

Ofc they brought Kamala back. We all knew they would, from the moment she died—MCU synergy, she’s a mutant(ish) now.

Call me horrible—but my first thought was that finally, Wanda’s not the killer of all mutants anymore. She just got done fixing resurrection. And finally, Charles has to face his hubris.

Second, though—there’s no way it’s permanent. Not just because 250,000 mutants died, including Jean, whose whole thing is resurrection.

But also, because Prodigy, Iceman, Mystique and presumably Destiny are all “dead.”

That’s not just bury one gay. That’s half the Pride issue, every single year.

And finally, third—Wanda’s family is safe. For ONCE. 😂 Tommy was off-world with Billy. Wanda’s “technically not a mutant anymore,” and neither is Pietro. Viv is a synthezoid, and so is Vision.

B/c Steve Orlando is my hero. 😂

Could Agatha’s weirdness in Amazing Spider-Man annual (2023) be prepping to bring them all back? Did Erik die for the second time this year? Is it possible the portals themselves weren’t meat-grinders, but rather scattering people across the multiverse? Could Orlando be setting the Maximoffs up to save everyone? Will they finally have to trust Wanda?

I don’t love that Tommy has even more trauma, and the sheer number of dead queer characters makes me nervous. But damn. The MU is changing.

Edit: Linking this response—more clarification/discussion :)

[dhampiravidi]

platonic connections wishlist (long)

Jayn: Gotham-based vigilantes especially Nightwing, the Gotham City Sirens*, the Justice League* (DC Comics); Simon Bassett* (Bridgerton); James Valdez* (Queen of the South-US); Alina Starkov, Nina Zenik*, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa (The Grishaverse).

Naela: Tyrion Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, (ASOIAF/GOT); Chaotic Good & Lawful Evil characters (D&D)

Achilles: gods from Hellenic myth*, Arthurian knights* (Mythology); Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain Price, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König (Call of Duty); Astarion or any D&D characters (D&D); Gambit*, Mystique, Wolverine*, Storm, any Avengers (Marvel)

Jasmine: Iron Man, Loki*, Wolverine, Brunhilde (Marvel); Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane*, the half-fey Blackthorns, Kieran Kingson (Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Skadi: Brunhilde, Black Widow, Spider-Man*, Winter Soldier* (Marvel); Simon "Ghost" Riley*, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Farah Karim (Call of Duty); Karlach (D&D)

Oraia: Emma Frost, Loki, Iron Man, She-Hulk, X-Men in general* (Marvel); Philippe (Versailles), anyone (The Old Guard), Jack Sparrow* (POTC); most characters (Shadowhunter Chronicles); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Artemis*, Hestia, Bast*, Isis/Aset, sea nymphs, heroes (Mythology)

Hestia: Cyclops, Iceman, Jean Grey, Storm, Wolverine, Spider-Man, Venom (Marvel); young!Coriolanus Snow, Katniss Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Rose: Zatanna, Constantine, Dr. Fate, Raven (DC Comics)

Aurelia: The Marauders--especially Sirius & Remus!, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, prominent Order members and/or Death Eaters, any cool people from the Marauders/Golden Trio eras (Harry Potter)

Rela: Din Djarin*, Grogu, Obi-Wan (Star Wars)

Zehara: Sokka, Suki*, Korra, Tenzin (Avatar: TLA & LOK)

Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett (Vampire Diaries); Hellenic deities (Mythology); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Fantomex: ngl he'll flirt even if it's just platonic but Storm, Wolverine, Monet St. Croix (Marvel)

Renée: Gambit, Mystique, Fantomex, Storm, Quicksilver, Wolverine, Daken, Loki, basically anybody who's had dubious morals from time to time (Marvel); Nightwing, Wonder Woman, Superwoman (DC Comics)

Shayera: DCAU!Wally, Wonder Woman, Black Canary (DC Comics)

Mu Lan: Simon Bassett (Bridgerton); any people who are unfazed by Strong Independent Women 😁 especially those from eras other than the modern one...

Lady Gotham: Gotham vigilantes especially Batman, Red Hood (or Robin!Jason), Nightwing, Batgirl (Cassandra Cain)...also magic users like Swamp Thing, Constantine, Zatanna, The Spectre, Etrigan (DC Comics); wouldn't mind crossovers like something with Doctor Strange, Ghost Rider, Loki (Marvel)

-- an asterisk means "zomg I've been wanting this forever!" --

thanks for reading!

[eileenwdj]

Hi hi, i LOVED you spiderman mu qing idea it's just so neat and the aesthetic fits him perfectly somehow (his armor design is just *chef's kiss*)

while we're thinking about tgcf x spiderverse, have u considered jun wu as miguel o'hara? something something both of them wanting others to conform w/ their world views, both of them being grown men beefing w/ literal teenagers idk idk, just for your consideration.

stay hydrated ✨

hiii tysm!!

and GASP !! THAT IS SO GALAXY BRAIN OF YOU

this is probably not what you were getting at but your prompt got me thinking.... what if.... what if the whole spiderman thing was actually jun wu's idea and he originally intended for xie lian to be bitten and go thru aaaallllll the depressing canon events for Maximum Pain™️ but in an unexpected turn of events, the spider bit mu qing instead !1!1!1! so now jw is beefing with mq for ruining his plans and how mq is an "anomaly" !!!!

feel like this particular storyline would work well if the spider bite happened some time after the first banishment when jw was actively HOUNDING xl so it just. drives him insane that mq was the one that ended bitten somehow. maybe it can also be another reason mq ascended? like, not just bc of his cultivation but also bc jw NEEDS him closer so he can keep an eye on him and try to figure out how to still transfer the spider powers (and trauma) to xl

would be funny if jw now beefs with TWO teenagers but on opposite ends of the spectrum bc like. he's actively trying to ruin xl's life and cause him pain and make xl more like himself yadda yadda but with mq he's like. "pls stop fucking suffering. this suffering isn't meant for YOU DAMMIT!!!"

GOD I'M SO.... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, ANON, I'LL BE HAVING JW MIGUEL BRAINROT NOW

[tinydefector]

yo tiny mah man, how ya doin'? been a sec and wanna check up on one of my comforting Tumblr peeps :) (guess we both got addicted to another side fandom at the same time 😭💀)

Heya Ace, yea I fell down the DC rabbit hole. And it wasn't becuase of any of the Bat boys this son of s bitch was what caused it.

I may be writing alot of Bat fam stuff at the moment But this man has his claws in me.

My fic updates are going to be alot slower, I had a chat with one of my friends and they told me not to stop posting fics when they are my way of getting emotions out and expressing myself with everything happening in real life, I'm just going to be Turning comments off on AO3 so I don't have another emotional spiral due to comments and everything happening in my life at the moment. Plus I've got to see Lawyers tomorrow to see what I can actually do over mu mums stuff but it's not looking very positive.

But I'll still be writing Transformers mainly becuase I haven't had as much backlash in that fandom as I have over my DC x DP X Spider-Man story.

[ntshastark]

nults comics from the last... oh my god it's been a month

Ultimate Black Panther #13

sorry i don't think this haircut is doing much for her

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ugh i kinda hate when they give sentience to iconic non-sentient things ngl (this sounds way too specific to be a trope, And Yet)

(disclaimer: idk enough about 616 bp lore to say if this is true there too, but if it is it's definitely not relevant/old enough to have come up in my avengers/events read-through so far)

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oh my god they actually fully anthropomorphised it. it has clothes.

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same.

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POOKIES

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yeah i'd also be embarrassed to reply "vibranium's human-sona"

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also, vibranium has been purple this entire run, why is its personification blue????

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i'm sorry, this is so stupid

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he agrees with me

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Ultimate Black Panther #14

this plot is so stupid oh my god, i was enjoying this run so much, how did we get here

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YESSSSSS NOW WE'RE TALKING

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HER HEART!!!!!!!!!!!

(enemies to lovers adultery (in my head), thank you god for this food!!)

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if she really cheats on him with t'challa this scene is gonna be SO funny

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stormpanther adultery is really the only thing that can salvage this, like. "what if vibranium had emotions" what are you, pixar???? bfr

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Ultimate X-Men #12

i've honestly given up any hope that i might enjoy this comic :/

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Ultimate X-Men #13

ok i'm TRYING not to criticise the art but like.

come on.

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oh my god it's not even doing its basic job of communicating what's happening, i thought this was supposed to be her hitting whoever that is, but apparently they managed to swerve??

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omg kuwabara yu yu hakusho hiiiii

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Ultimate Wolverine #2

this book should just be called "ultimate winter soldier" and i'm 150% sure the only reason they didn't do this is bc the name wolverine sells more

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every bald bitch that shows up in this title i'm like 👀👀👀👀👀 chuck?? charlie boy??? mr professor??

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i always forget the maker stretches too

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oh damn i think it actually might've been charles

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i wonder how fans of either rasputin siblings feel about this book, bc my first instinct is to assume they hate it, but maybe they're enjoying an evil au, who's to say

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hate the random russian words sprinkled in, it completely breaks the immersion. am i supposed to believe they're speaking english the rest of the time???

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now i kinda want a winter soldier book fully set in bucky's brainwashed years :( preferably with nat in it too

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Ultimate Spider-Man #14

oh he's got the 'tism

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again, i'm surprisingly into the richard/felicia thing, i just think it's bullshit that he's the one getting this storyline instead of mayday

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oh my god not them bypassing that stupid-ass 100% self-imposed "each issue is set in a different month" bullshit rule by making #13 and #14 happen in the last and first days of their months

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comic of all time, honestly. also, how is this not by ryan north.

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oh my god i'm barking

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💅🏻

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what 17 year old talks like this lmao

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the elephant in the room of the fact that peter can easily carry him but it'd be kinda gay

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checchetto is using so many csp assets on this issue, good for him

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just last week i had a friend visibly reassess her entire worldview upon finding out peter parker spider-man is Hot, Actually. what a sad life that mus be. sam raimi you will pay for your crimes

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oh i was gonna be SO mad... but it's totally an illusion isn't it, i love it

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comic of all time, sorry!!!!

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Ultimates #10

ooo steve and charli in the cover, this will probably be great (or annoy me tremendously)

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oh my god, usamericans and their perpetual fantasies of having been the ones to win ww2 jesus fucking christ

"killing nazis is what we do!!1!" no, it's hiring them. put yourself in your place and stop trying to romanticise your shitty ass past.

i'm already annoyed.

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oof, punisher-idolising neonazis. tragically accurate.

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TONY IS UP!!!!!!! but also

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i'd give my life for nults!hank

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i LOVE the smoke that comes out of him when he flies. it's apparently an incognito thing, but it'd be a great bit of character design, makes him really feel like an "older model" when compared to johnny (and it's also a bit more machine-y, i think)

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wait so this bucky was a kid in the war?? bc steve talked about going to bars with him...

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NOOOOOOOO NAMOR IS DEAD

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oh my god fucking usagent looking like a 3 door fridge

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USAGENT WAS LISTED AS A HERO????? FUCKING USAGENT??????

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thank you jim.

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yeah same. wtf

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no but i'm genuinely so upset namor is dead, i was really looking forward to his dynamic with jim :( i hope the thing with his body not decomposing means he's not actually dead

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wait, on the base????? who's fucking on the base????? is it thor and sif, i bet it's thor and sif

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oh no.

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hm i'm actually not.. happy about this.... like, it's one thing for him to be a brainwashed assassin that's more weapon than person (and eventually recovers his sense). it's a completely different one for him to be the leader of a neonazi cult, like... that's pretty upsetting. especially as bucky was supposedly originally conceived (by jewish men in the 1930s) as an answer to the hitler youth. i hope it turns out he's just brainwashed again, but "steve's son(-figure) becomes the red skull as a rejection of his legacy" is literally straight out of the original ults, so hopes aren't high

[pixelsandpins]

February Comic Reads!

Venom

I’m still in the Flash Thompson era of my Venom chronological reread. Currently almost done with Thunderbolts Red. Thunderbolts Red is a lot of fun, for one. It’s basically just a bunch of people who don’t normally do teams…on a team. Deadpool always has a weird fit on any given group, but I think this is one of the better ones. That kind of middle ground between totally unhinged and surprisingly competent. But, to this day, I don’t know how I feel about Agent Venom. I like Flash as a character. The way the symbiote is typically used as an addiction allegory, I find his additional layer of pre-existing alcoholism to be a compelling narrative component. I just don’t know that I prefer him as Venom during this era of his tenure, in particular. They have the symbiote “lobotomized” for large chunks of the story, so they’ve stripped away a lot of what I think makes Venom most interesting. For large parts of the story, Flash!Venom is just a standard anti-hero with minor shapeshifting abilities. A jacked-up Spider-Man/Punisher hybrid. All the stories during his era are objectively great, but there’s something missing in the front half. And man, you don’t really notice it until you’re physically looking at the books on the shelf, but Flash takes up a LOT of space in the Venom canon. Just interesting that he’s not a higher association than Eddie.

Deadpool

I also wanted to get caught up, via MU, with the current Deadpool run, so I started that. Then I realized: I have no idea where Princess came from. She showed up in Venom War, and I just sort of accepted it. But now I thought I should maybe read her origin. Catch up with all the symbiotes. That sent be back to the short 2022 Wong/Coccolo run. Holy SHIT what an EXCELLENT run. I absolutely loved every element, and I’m heartbroken that things didn’t work out with Valentine. They were perfect for each other, and I’m a little mad about it. But I also now love Princess with every fiber of my being.

Rascal

Speaking of symbiotes, I also started keeping up with Marvel Academy Infinity Comic, and I’m having an absolute hell of a time. It started because I learned that Rascal/Normie Osborn and Moon Girl were in it, and I absolutely love those two. I’m sticking around because the rest of the cast is absolute chef’s kiss. If you’re not already reading it, I highly recommend it. I had the realization, though, that I was missing a bit of a gap in Rascal’s story between his first appearance in Venom and Marvel Academy. That made me roll up the Red Goblin mini-series. It wasn’t as strong as the Toxin mini-series, but still a fun read that filled everything in.

New Releases This month

In terms of new comics I’ve been enjoying Cable: Love and Chrome, Deadpool/Wolverine, and falling more and more in love with Ultimate Spider-Man with every issue. All-New Venom has got me on edge for the issue 5 final reveal in a few months. I also love the way Ewing has paid attention to the linguistic growth of the character.

The first issues of One World Under Doom and Weapon X-Men also gave an excellent show, and I expect them to at least be fun if a bit silly.

The first issue of Bug Wars absolutely blew me away, and I’m so excited to see it continue.

Silverhawks also set up some really cool stuff and made me want to go back and rewatch the show after a million years. Now the theme song is stuck in my head.

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i've wanted to make a maxley fic rec post SO bad omg hold on here are some of my favorites !!! (sorry if you've um. read these before. here are my shitty mini summaries)

stick to the plan by someartkid28 - max befriends bradley to get info on the gamma mu mu's routine for the x-games. cue Feelings tm. (9/9 chapters, 26k words, not rated, canon divergence)

circuit board brain by lonelydoctors - bradley ends up tutoring max. cue reconciliation?!?! (11k words, one-shot, rated teen, i also recommend their other maxley one-shot got me hooked as well)

sparks fly by noi4290 - bradley & max are forced into a summer counselors program together. made by my pookie!!! (79k words as of 8/22/24, 23/? (incomplete), rated teen, slow burn)

mixtapes from college by TonoRadish - think of this as a little continuation of canon! bradley figures out how to deal w the pressure of his father & gamma mu mu shit while also... falling with max plot twist?! (10/10 chapters, 44k words, rated t, rom-com)

wish you were sober by spiderwraps - max's hungover from a gamma party and has no fucking clue what happened!! it's a fun fic. (14k words, one-shot, rated mature, hurt/comfort)

im ashamed i am recommending my own fic but a girl's gotta do what a girl has to... moving on.

spider-man, more like spider-max! by smeepyhead - anyway spider-man au where max juggles vigilante shit, his internship, and also his stupidly hot one night stand bradley. (26k words as of 8/22/24, 5/10 chapters (incomplete), rated mature) (i also have a finished royal au fic called you're a king and i'm your lionheart too if you're into that)

I need some good fucking maxley fanfics. None of this 2024 1000 words 1 shot fics with brain rot tiktok references i keep finding on AO3.

If i find one more “hold my hand, i said hold my hand!” Chowder reference im gonna explode. Someone give me SUGGESTIONS