#the trenchcoat as a lil umbrella

[deancaskiss]

when it rains, cas always slides his trenchcoat off and puts it over dean’s head to protect him and dean always laughs and is like “cas im fine” but cas shakes his head when dean tries to give him the trenchcoat back and he replies “keep it” and dean leans over and pulls cas under the trenchcoat with him and kisses cas breathless

[futureplayboibunnie]

Spiderman Kiss

Miguel O’Hara x fem! black cat! reader

- i wanted to write a little fluffy, very flirty upside down romantic rainy spiderman kiss w miguel just because. black cat is in almost every spiderman story and i really wanted to include that for this one cause she’s a badass. just a cute little blurb to get me out out of my writing slump, i was thinking of making a part 2 cause lawd it’s steamy. (yeah i did make a part 2 im just too lazy to link it😔)

warnings: there is some dirty stuff, lil bit filthy but just a lil bit (i’m the worst) streamy sloppy makeout but overall just some romance for y’all.

You were walking on the damp, cold streets of New York, the soft pitter-patter of rain colliding with your umbrella as your sad eyes were glassy, street lamp lit. The neon buzzing and humming a little in the air as the dark clouds rolled over your head, promising heavier rain in the next few hours. Your boots were fitting for the autumn chill, your little black dress and a mid-length trenchcoat made you look like a detective from a shitty 50s novel, but it was fitting. It felt…romantic. As you walked down the street you caught yourself smiling at nothing. Well, not 'nothing' per se.

Spiderman.

Miguel O'Hara.

The self-appointed leader of the infamous Spider Society, aptly remembered as the Spider with the stick up his ass and a temper akin to that of a raging bull being flagged down by a red tarp. He had been on your coattails for months now. The Black Cat. The thief. One wrong-manicured finger or one slip of that vulgar tongue could end in you being an anomaly, which is a bigger problem than just a petty thief. Miguel wasn't from your universe but he had been watching you from afar...just to keep a watchful eye on you, making sure you were behaving yourself-which was never the case. What was jarring though is that he never stepped in on you making your own mess, he just surveilled you. You never seemed to notice and even if you did, you wouldn't care or give him the time of day.

Miguel watched you stroll confidently as the rain hit his broad shoulders, he had never seen you so casual. He cocked his head to the side to survey you from the rooftop you weren't far away from. You didn't fear the elements, the elements fear you. You boasted a certain naturality, your eyes glassy and the bridge of your nose pinched a pretty pink. Huh, cute. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it came, his eyes narrowed as your hair bounced with each step, lips parting in the process as the cold chilly air started to get to you. See, Black Cat was this force of nature, mysterious, sexed up, a siren seducing her prey into a strangle. Black Cat always gets what she wants, those silk lips ready to bite and those eyes ready to roll back like second nature. Miguel wanted to turn a blind eye to you acting in such a way but he couldn't help but admire your tactics: men would quite literally throw themselves at you, they would beg at your feet, they would lick the ground you'd walk on, they would be desperate for mercy and you didn't even have to touch them to do it. It was something that you just had the ability to do.

But now, here you are. Without the mask. Without the suit. Beaming against the damp night, giving him the opportunity for him to see who you really are when you're not being someone else. Showing the real you when no one else was looking. Miguel had a problem with admitting things. He could never admit when he was wrong, he could never admit the thoughts that buzzed his brain awake at night because no one would understand. You were dangerous, you were a threat. Then why did he want you? Why were you his calling? Why did he catch himself thinking of you?

Miguel was agitated because of it, acting out in the shadows, being more aggressive and hot-headed than usual. He had to do something about it.

Miguel swung to the alley that you were just about to walk past, hanging upside down from the metal fire exit. Thank God for his adhesive feet. Your boots clacked as you walked past the opening. Something blue and red flashed against the corner of your eye and you stopped in your tracks, the breath almost leaving your lungs dry. You couldn't believe it. You scoffed, a smile tugging your lips upwards as your tongue licked at your back teeth.

‘’Late night?’’ Miguel questioned in that low voice of his, you turned your head to face him squinting your eyes slightly. ‘’Couldn't risk getting your hair wet, could you?’’He insulted but there was a playful tone in his voice. Fuck you. You make him playful. He's always fucking serious- the weight of the multiverse rested on his broad shoulders, and here you are not doing anything and he was already letting go. He really needed to check himself.

‘’Take off the mask, couldn't risk getting your hair wet, could you?’’ You walked towards him as he dangled upside down, his massive reached for the flexible fabric of the mask and pulled it off of his insanely structured face.

Lord above, even upside down he looked fucking delicious, his bone structure and dark eyes made an ache form inside of you. A few strands of his raven locks stuck to his forehead due to the rain. He looked dreamy, you couldn't fucking lie about that. You had eyes, after all, you weren't blind.

‘’I think we know each other enough to not be bound by masks.’’ You added completely serious but a smirk played on his lips and his gaze softened just a little but enough for you to notice.

‘’Mask or no mask...’’ Miguel trailed off, unsure of how to finish his sentence.

‘’What are you doing here, Miguel?’’ Your voice was above a whisper as your gaze fell to his lips. This was coming from a case of genuine and undying curiosity- Miguel always has so much to deal with. What made you worth the precious minutes of his day? Well other than being a criminal, today wasn't one of those days though. ‘’You want me to prove to you I can get my hair wet?’’ You closed your umbrella and the droplets of rain started to dampen your hair and slide through the strands.

He couldn't give you an answer, he just cocked his head and looked at you. Fuck, you were beautiful. It was almost scary. You raised your eyebrow at his silence, his face went hard like his thoughts were racing a million miles per hour. And they were, relentlessly. A few burrowed thoughts pierced through the front of his mind.

Miguel let himself be selfish and he let himself wander when it comes to you. He wanted to fuck you, any red-blooded man would. He didn't want you to do all the work though like you usually would expect, he wanted to worship your body and praise you. He wanted to paw at you like an animal. Hold your hips down as he kissed and bit down your thighs, eat at you, devour you, spending hours at a time just tasting you to make you feel good.

Though he did want to take you over his knee for so blatantly misbehaving. Oh, but he did find it impossibly cute though when you were trying to act all smart defying his orders- you'd end up on his knees, ass up face down. Whimpering and on the verge of tears as he had to spank and fuck the disrespect out of you. The dirty thoughts so obviously transferred onto his face, his eyes darkened instinctively as he glared at your lips, he was worried his fangs would pop out unprovoked. The sexual tension between you two was astronomical and difficult to ignore. He didn't want to ignore it anymore, it was affecting him in so many different ways.

‘’You're a million miles away.’’ You bit your lip, eyes going heavy as your perfectly manicured hand tangled in his hair. Fuck, your touch was like magic.

‘’Stop biting your lip. I need to do that instead.’’ Miguel whispered. Your mouth popped open slightly at his words but you definitely knew this was the PG clean version of what was actually going on in his head.

‘’I'm afraid you'll tear them right off.’’ You flirted back, the proximity between you closing with every second.

‘’No, you're not.’’ Miguel's eyebrows furrowed as if he could read your mind. You swallowed the lump in your throat as his response started to shimmy and have an effect all over your body, your eyes widened and you wet your lips with your tongue. A daring invitation.

Miguel closed the gap between you, the rain sliding across his face as he leaned in to capture your lips with his. You expected his kiss to be mean and filled with anger, he was half expecting you to grab his lips and cut them off with a pocket knife for being so callous but no. It was soft. Sensual. Romantic. It felt...meaningful.

You moaned a little and he took it as an opportunity to open your mouth wider to slip his tongue in. It was slow. Messy. Wet. Tongues gliding against tongues, he even nibbled at your lips with his fangs. The strings of saliva kept pulling you back together like an invisible string. It felt so wrong but so good. It was a sloppy kiss turned makeout session, you swear your heart was burrowed inside of your throat as the butterflies in your tummy were starting to turn into hummingbirds. That ache he was making you feel was unmatched. Damn, that's surprising.

‘’Ah.’’ You moaned softly against his lips, finally detaching yourself even though it pained you to do so. Those soft noises shot down all the way to his cock. What was he, a fucking horny teenager? He wanted to hear you moan into his ear. You smiled as you pulled back from his mouth, your tongue darted out and flicked against his lightly protruding fangs, and licked it all the way to his bottom lip. Jesus Christ, you were fucking toying with him. It was like a cat and mouse game with you but in this case, it was cat and spider. You lifted your head to stare into the dark abyss of his eyes and to your surprise they were gleaming. You ruffled your hand into his damp hair messing it up for him as to further prove your point.

‘’I usually hate spiders. Cats eat spiders.’’ You mused.

‘’Do you now?’’ He teased back. ‘’It seems like you don't hate them enough.’’

‘’I like that you've been watching me, Miguel.’’ You exposed that you knew what he's been doing, the man is 6'9 he's not good at hiding things.

‘’Needed to make sure that you've been behaving.’’ He said huskily and it made your knees buckle a little.

"You already know that I haven't been."

"I should punish you.’’ He scolded coldly, he was being deadly serious and you fucking loved it

‘’Swing by my universe whenever bug boy.’’ You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he was salivating yet again. And bug boy? That's just unforgivable. ‘’Call me.’’ You smirked playfully, giving into your teenage fantasy of a boy falling head over heels for you, wrapping the telephone cord around your finger and twisting it whilst whispering sweet nothings across the line. But you were both far too dangerous to have anything normal.

‘’Maybe I will.’’ He replied in a rich low tone that made your insides melt, he said it like it was a promise.

You shuffled his hair one last time before your eyes fell on his, eyebrows wilting as an expression of sad tenderness. ‘’Goodbye, Miguel.’’ You breathed as if it was the final moment you’d share with him, finally taking the necessary steps back to successfully be back on the main pavement. You opened up your umbrella and then you were gone, Miguel sighed.

‘’Parting is such sweet sorrow.'’

[weia-yo]

These are my 4 favorite interpretations of sans' ages (a combination of my own observations and general fandom trends). 

For those who can't read my crap handwriting: kid sans: 12-16 years old, Papyrus' younger brother, eccentric wunderkind, lil' rascal, predisposition to fatigue and depression made it relatively easy to accept the end of the universe, alternating apathy and hyperfocus creates natural charisma in small doses and weird awkwardness in large doses, jesus christ someone let this poor child actually have a childhood. "grownup" sans: ~20 years old, probably Papyrus' twin, former child prodigy, just going along for the ride, easy to be friends with, easy to be creeped out by, somehow way too mature and way too immature for his age, devious, don't trust him (totally trust him), is honestly just trying his best.   Sad Adult sans: mid-late 20s, Papyrus' older bro, tired, so very tired, help him. Dad sans: 30+ years old, basically adopts Frisk like no question, anywhere from 1-3 feet taller than the other sans', might be depicted with sharp teeth (or a realistic skeleton maw), could very well be classic sans and underfell sans in a trenchcoat, dead inside (and outside badum tsh), rotund, looks slightly cooler but trust me he's still a mess. other notes: dad sans is an umbrella term that includes dunkle sans (i have no idea if creepyknees originated the term but they're where i first saw it) ,'tells puns to hide the pain' can be applied to all of them, there are no ships that are integral to any of these interpretations, my personal favs are dad sans and kid sans but the second and 3rd (whom I still love) are probably the closest to the canon, kid sans is wearing untied sneakers while the other 3 are wearing slippers just because, and also the first 3 are the same height pls ignore the inconsistency.                                                                                                                                            

[fornarniaandforthefandom]

Would you rather

tagged by the amazingggg @merlionmen (thank you!!<3)

build a snowman with taehyung v OR have a snowball fight with j-hope

BUILD A SNOWMAN!!!!i love making snowmen, and taehyung would 

def make that fun :)))))

- get coffee with suga OR get ice cream with suga

AGH THIS IS HARD my 3 fav things coffee ice cream and suga.. I choose coffee though because that seems so cozy ^^

- go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with jungkook

AMUSEMENT PARK WITH KOOKIE (so i can hold his hand on the roller coasters hehe)

- do a dance cover with j-hope OR sing a duet with jin

A duet with Jin, but have him sing almost the whole because DIS BB NEEDS MORE LINES

- kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga

Cuddle Yoongiiiii, I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD GIVE SUCH GOOD CUDDLES

- babysit with jimin OR dogsit with v

babysit w chimchim, I love babysitting and also love JImin soooo CUTE + CUTE

- meet j-hope’s family OR have v meet your family

Meet J-Hope’s family... IS HE REALLY REAL IS HIS SISTER AS PERFECT AS IT LOOKS I HAVE QUESTIONS

- film a commercial with j-hope OR film a sketch with v

COMMERCIAL W JHOOOOOPE bc hed be a laughy lil sunshine and everyone would buy the endorsed product while I just remain happy bc i was in his presence

- hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook

Hug Jimin, I LOVE HUGS AND HE WOULD GIVE GOOD HUGS

- go to paris with jin OR go to london with suga

London with Suga, imagine walking under an umbrella w yoongi and like idk trenchcoats and he has those glasses on AGH

- film a drama with jin OR do a photoshoot with rap monster

film a drama w Jin<3 his acting needs to be APPRECIATED also HOW FUN WOULD MAKING A DRAMA BE W HIM UHM YAS

- attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with jungkook

award show with my bb rap mon :) bc id seriously love that. yes 100000 times

- spend a lazy day with suga OR explore a city with j-hope

LAZY DAY W SUGA BC YES LAZY DAYS ARE MY FAVORITE AND BECAUSE I WOULD BE HAPPY FOREVER

- fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook

Fall asleep next to Jimin<3 I feel like thatd be very comforting

- have a fun picnic with j-hope OR a fancy date with jin

Fun picnic with JHOOOOPE I love picnics and I wouldnt have to check the forecast bc id LITERAL BE GOING ON THE PICNIC WITH THE HUMAN EMBODIEMENT OF THE SUN

- have jungkook serenade you OR have v sing you to sleep

Taehyung sing me to sleep, GOALS FOR MY LIFE WHYYYYYYYYYYY I LITERALLY WOULD LOVE THIS IM CRYING

- have a dance party with j-hope OR sing karaoke with suga

DANCE PARTAAAAYYYY WITH THE DANCE KING

- go camping with jimin and v OR go to the beach with rap monster and suga

camping with jimin and v. imagine marshmallows around a campfire with those little perfect munchkins, YES

- have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

Sleepover with Hyungline because SLEEPOVERS ARE THE BEST

- celebrate halloween with jungkook, suga, v and j-hope OR christmas with rap monster, jimin and jin

okay I cant choose I’m sorry. BOTH BCMY BABIES