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spiderymiasma · 10 months

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🕸 Five Times.... || Miguel x f!Spider (2/5)

Summary: Gwen sees how Miguel takes it upon himself to comfort you.

//Five Times They Weren't Alone and One Time They Were.

Words: 2.0k

Tags: Comfort Fic, Overprotectiveness, Slight Angst, Mutual Pining, Eventual Kissing, Pre-relationship, Flirting, Dating, Fluff, Wholesome

A/N: A continuation of my 5 Times Series. Use of "Charlotte Webb" as a placeholder for y/n

|| My AO3 || Part 1 Here

2. Gwen Stacy

One thing was for certain, if you wanted anything from Miguel…

…..you went to Charlotte first.

Gwen spun around in one of the swivel chairs in the other Spiderwoman's office, kicking her new stolen shoes idly. “Sooooooo….it’s been a while since I’ve seen Miles, with all the extra work Miguel is making us do." She pouted dramatically. "Can I pllllease get time off to go visit his dimension? Just for a couple of days?”

The older Spiderwoman's soften as she looked at the teen fondly. Unlike Miguel, it seems as though his right hand woman had a soft spot for the younger Spiders.

“Did you finish all your missions?”

“Yup!”

“Did you file all the paperwork Miguel wanted?”

Gwen internally winced. Well, if you stretch the definition of words like “paperwork” and “what Miguel wants”, then yes she technically did sort of do it.

“Yup.” She popped her p.

She chuckled, clearly not buying Gwen’s shenanigans. “Of course you can go visit Miles-“

Gwen perked up. She didn’t actually think she’d get a yes, already mentally resigning to the fact she’d have to sneak out right under Miguel's nose.

“-right after you get the green light from Miguel, of course”

Gwen slumped over, defeated, all the bravado completely drained.

Getting Miguel to let Gwen do anything was like getting Charlotte and Miguel to admit their feelings for each other.

Mathematically impossible.

What would Hobie do in her shoes?

Gwen lifted her head, playing with a strand of her hair. “You know, you shouldn’t let guys like Miguel boss you around like this. I mean, you’re the Spiderwoman everyone looks up to around here. Are you really going to let a man tell you what you can and cannot do?”

She blinked. “Gwen, he's literally both of our bosses.”

The teen huffed, dejected. “You know, Spiderwoman to Spiderwoman, this whole affair is a real loss to feminism.”

She snorted, done with these childish games. “Gwen, ask Miguel.”

Well, shit.

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Miguel, like always, was not in the mood for Gwen's shenanigans. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

"Can I take some time off to go visit Miles?" Gwen leisurely strolled around the room, touching, poking, and prodding at all the fancy science gear.

She knew that Miguel got antsy (Ha!) whenever anyone but Charlotte touched his stuff, but he didn't even give Gwen the decency to look even mildly annoyed. "Go ask Charlotte, I'm busy."

She sighed, flopping her hands in front of her dramatically. "She asked me to ask you."

"Then no."

"Ughh, Miguel!"

"Go back to Charlotte, and tell her I told you to ask her." Miguel stated, his words clipped in a very "and that's final" dad voice. Gwen internally groaned. It was a long trek back to the other Spider's office. “It's like a billion miles away, Miguel. It's crazy that you two don't have your offices next to each other.”

His fingers paused in their work, momentarily distracted. Miguel toyed with the idea. How nice would it be to be able to see her beaming smiles, the small crinkle in her eyes, her laughter as she gossiped with Lyla. He could picture it now: the quiet moments in the dead of the night as they worked in comfortable silence together, her woops and hollers whenever they made a scientific breakthrough in whatever fun project they had together, the blazing passion in her eyes whenever they argued over the most inane subjects.

Miguel chewed on his bottom lip. It would be nice getting to see her every day by his side, knowing that she was safe next to him. Miguel could easily spend his whole day just watching her work whether in the office or in the field.

Gwen cleared her throat politely. Miguel blinked out of his daze, almost forgetting that the annoying teen had even showed up to his office. “She’s distracting-I mean-it’s an distraction for me when other people are here.”

Gwen raised an arced eyebrow. "Peter and Mayday are here like…all the time."

"Against my will. Charlotte is the only one to have the manners to respect my privacy."

Gwen scowled. Adults sucked.

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After begging, pleading, and whining, the other Spiderwoman did eventually fold and allow Gwen a two week vacation to go visit Miles. Two weeks had come and gone in the blink of an eye. Though she wished she could have spent more time with her boyfriend friend, she eagerly made a beeline straight to Charlotte's office. She couldn't wait to gossip with her about her time with Miles.

With a skip in her step, Gwen didn't notice how the door to the older Spider's office was already ajar. Her good mood made her blind to the muted blues and black watercolors that had painted the air around the entranceway.

Silently cracking the door open further, Gwen paused in the doorway, not expecting to see the sight in front of her. The usual joyous yellows and bright colors seeped into the walls of the room had dissipated, now replaced with muted blotched blue. The other Spiderwoman was crumpled into a ball on the floor. She could hear the quiet sobs of a woman trying to hide her sorrows in her hands.

And for some reason, Miguel was here.

It was weird to see Miguel of all people comforting her. Indeed, the big strong man looked so awkward. As if he had no idea where to put his hands or what words to say. His big hulking form was hunched over her protectively, completely shielding her from the rest of the word. His arms hovered around her form as if terrified over the thought of touching her and yet unable to help himself otherwise.

"I'm sorry Mig, I shouldn't be troubling you with this." She sniffed, voice thick with sorrow. "It's just the anniversary of…you know…his death-"

"I know, I know," Miguel said phrases in Spanish too quick for Gwen to even understand. Charlotte let out a rather wet laugh through her sobs. No doubt, laughing at a joke Miguel told her.

Which…honestly made Gwen's stomach twist into knots. She shouldn't be here. It was one thing to see Charlotte like this. But seeing Miguel so caring and vulnerable was…

….well she shouldn't be here.

Charlotte's eyes were a blotchy red. God, she probably looked so horrendous to him. "M-miguel, you shouldn't be here. You always have so much on your plate. You shouldn't have to worry yourself dealing with my stupid bullshit."

He clicked his tongue, annoyed at her words. "Chiquita, no te voy a dejar solo así (I'm not going to leave you alone like this)."

Blessed with a sudden burst of confidence, he smoothed his thumb over her cheek, carefully avoiding pricking her with his talons. Miguel wiped away her tears so gently it almost seemed like he was a completely different person. "Mi Cielito (My sky), you're safe. I'm here. I won't like anything bad happen to you."

The cordial professional boundaries that they put between the both of them flew out of the window. She slid forward, burying her face into his shoulder. She inhaled shakily, trying to stem the flow of tears. Miguel's presence was so soothing. His warmth seeped through his skin into hers.

Gingerly, he shuffled on the couch, wrapping his arm around her.

Gwen, now satisfied that her friend (boss?) was well supported, gingerly tip toed out of the entranceway.

It was about time those two love bugs (Ha) got their act together. She couldn't wait to tell Pav.

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Charlotte didn't know how long they sat on the floor of her office together. With only the steady rise and fall of Miguel's breathing keeping time, it could have been minutes or hours. The once blurry dark world sharpened and refocused whenever she was with Miguel. Blotchy inky blues that had settled in the room slowly faded away.

She sniffed gingerly. It was too embarrassing to lift her head from Miguel's shoulder to look at him in the eye. "I'm…I'm sorry. God this is embarrassing, you're not supposed to see me like this."

For some reason, it stung to hear those words come out of her mouth: "not supposed to see me like this". Had she been crying like this often? All smiles and arrogance during the day, have they simply been another mask she wore? To hide the tears that she had at night?

Though Miguel couldn't judge her too harshly. How often would he look at pictures of his daughter just to torture himself with a life that would never be his?

Well, it was time that she stopped moping on the floor. "Come on, let's get you straightened out." Before she could protest, he leaned over, hooking one of his arms under the crook of her knee. She gasped, momentarily off balance, throwing her arms around Miguel's thick neck. He scooped her up in his arms, picking her up bridle style. Miguel was trying his hardest to not touch her so familiarly that it would border on unprofessionalism.

Because really he would do this for any of the Spiders. Like..well, certainly not Miles, or Peter but..well..

…well he definitely would…

Her shaking stopped. The arms around his neck remained in place, selfishly not wanting to let go of him any time soon. Miguel's chest was so warm against her. She could feel his rapid heartbeat, a comforting presence against her cheek. In his arms, she felt safe.

He didn't need to be able to look down at her to sense the rising blush on her face. "Thank you, Miguel." Her words were so soft, he could barely hear her. "I'm sorry to put you in this position. You're a good friend."

Miguel swallowed thickly. That's right. That's what they were: friends. There was a million reasons why they couldn't be anything more than that.

Though for the life of him, he couldn't come up with any.

She was so warm against him, a comforting reminder that he was still very much human. It was like he was in a trance, as he carried her over to the couch. How many times did he carry his wife to bed, as she sleepily cuddled against him? How many times did he carry his daughter like this after she had fallen asleep in the middle of playing with her dolls?

"Are you okay?" she asked, snapping him out of his daze. He could feel the featherlight brush of her lips against his chest as she spoke.

He tried to fight the blush rising on his cheeks. He had got to stop daydreaming about her around people. "I should be asking you that." His voice was surprisingly soft and gentle.

Gently (and reluctantly), he placed her on the couch in her office. His eyes softened as he watched tuck her legs close to her chest, curling into a tight ball.

"Thank you. I'm..better now. I'm sorry for troubling you. You don't have to stay with me."

Miguel stopped himself from pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. If there was anyone in this whole building who knew what it was like to have the painful flashbacks, the nightmares, the dark memories... He sighed, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair.

He knew what it was like to sleep in a bed that was too large and too empty. In a house that once held so much life and joy. He knew what it was like to be alone.

Gingerly, he sat on the couch next to her. Her head was so close to his thigh. He resisted the urge to put her head in his lap. "Go to sleep, mi corazón. I'll be here to watch over you."

Her eyelids were heavy. Crying her eyes out in front of her crush was more exhausting than battling the Vulture. "Please, Miguel, you don't have to."

"No, I don't." Miguel agreed, his voice firm and steady. "I want to. Now go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

Too tired to protest any future, she nodded sleepily. As she drifted off into unconsciousness, she felt a familiar large palm resting on her head, comforting her even in her dreams.

Part 1 Here

To Be Continued!

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sstormyskyess · 4 months

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A New Dynamic

author's note: so. this is my first a/b/o fic and uhh i've managed to make it trans! basically in my a/b/o universe people can switch their secondary gender with hormone therapy, just like with trans people and HRT irl, and reader in this fic transitioned from omega to alpha [idk if i explained that perfectly but! please enjoy and also feedback would be nice since i'm new to writing a/b/o]

cw: a/b/o dynamics, smut, male alpha reader, omega gaz, masturbation [from both reader and gaz], general awkwardness because they're exes, knotting

word count: 3500+ [i think this is my longest one shot i've written. uhh may have gotten carried away woops]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick / M!Reader

“Kyle!” You run up to him with a big grin on your face, pulling him into a hug which he graciously accepts. You bury your face into his shoulder and he does the same, his hands holding onto your shirt as though you might fade away if he lets go.

It’s been almost five years since you last saw your best friend from secondary school and your lover up until he left for enlistment. To say you missed him would be an understatement. You’ve kept in touch with one another through letters and the occasional call here and there, but obviously nothing could compare to being face to face again.

All the way home, your hand is on his thigh and you tell him all about what’s been happening in your life recently. A new promotion at work, shenanigans during a fun night out with friends—friends who Kyle would have to say hello to as well—and some new hobbies you’ve picked up. He shared his own stories, though some of the details had to be axed because of their classified status. You were particularly caught off-guard by him recounting the time he fell out of a helicopter and nearly broke his spine, but that was neither here nor there. At least in his eyes.

Once you pull into the driveway and help him carry all his bags inside, he takes notice of something… interesting. “Are you seeing someone right now, mate?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

You look at him, confused for a good few moments. “...No? Why?” He stares back at you, almost as if he didn’t believe you. “Is something up?”

It just doesn’t add up in his head. If you weren’t in a relationship with someone, then why did your house smell so distinctly of alpha? When he thought about it further, he did think something was off at the train station as well. He must’ve been distracted by his joy seeing you after so long, but thinking back on it, you had an alpha’s scent all over you. He must realize that he was looking at you as if you’d grown a third arm so he quickly shakes his head to recover from his stupor.

“You okay, Kyle?” You raise an eyebrow, equally confused as he is. Why would he assume you’re dating someone? That’s certainly something you would’ve told him before letting him stay at your place. It would be fairly awkward to have two omegas under one roof with you, especially when one of them was in a relationship with you and the other wasn’t. There was a definite possibility of… jealousy sprouting up.

“I’m gonna take my bags upstairs, just uh—gimme a sec.” He says quickly, picking up his stuff and heading up to the guest room he’s staying in for the next month. You stare after him, still left a little confused. You figure you can bring it up later. Maybe he was tired from jet lag or something. You check the time, your eyes widening a bit when you realize you missed your hormone injection, going upstairs to your bathroom and getting all your things ready.

By the time the sun set and you both had finished dinner, Kyle is still trying to rationalize what could possibly be the explanation behind the alpha scent wafting around the room and teasing his olfactory glands. It was almost making his head hurt with how enticing it was.

To be honest, you’re not faring any better. His scent never triggered anything in you when you were an omega, but now he just smells so sweet. You hope you’re doing a decent job of hiding the shuffling you’re doing to try and relieve some of the tension growing in your boxers. It would most definitely throw things off to get all riled up for someone you broke up with years ago. It was amicable between the both of you, of course, but it’s been so long since either of you had contact with each other.

You dwell on it a bit more all while trying to keep your attention on whatever TV show it was that he put on. Every time he tried to get more comfortable, though, he either squished your legs closer together or brushed up every so slightly against the bulge in your pants. You start to wonder if he knows what he’s doing. He had to, right? He couldn’t be doing this by accident.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you struggle ignoring the way your cock twitches in your sweatpants when he mutters something about how your couch is too lumpy and needs to be replaced before readjusting his legs and hips. His motions press your legs together and a shiver goes up your spine when the cloth of your boxers rubs up against your erection. You groan quietly and clear your throat when Kyle shoots a look your way. “You alright, mate?” He asks all too innocently.

You reach over to the end table to grab your glass of water with shaky hands, taking a long sip from it. “I’m fine.” Your voice is strained when you speak and you quickly set the glass back down before pulling a blanket over your lap as nonchalantly as you can manage.

You stare forward with unfocused eyes before you finally stand up, the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and vanilla permeating around the living room too much to handle. “I’ll—I’ll be right back.” You eke out, going to the downstairs bathroom in a hurry. You don’t see the concern on his face before you’re shutting the door and releasing a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The moment you have your back against the cool tile on the walls, you’re doing everything you can to stave off what you can feel building up against your will. This couldn’t be happening, not now. You couldn’t be going into rut the very day your best friend was finally seeing you again after all this time. You palm at the bulge in your sweatpants, groaning as quietly as you can and tilting your head back against the wall.

Cursing under your breath, you begrudgingly yet desperately yank your pants and underwear down and take hold of your hard cock. You try taking deep breaths to stop yourself from losing yourself to the pleasure. It was so amplified by the remnants of Kyle’s scent that had seeped into your shirt just from him sitting next to him. It’s so much more powerful than it was earlier in the day, so you know your rut is coming.

You’re in there for a few more minutes than would’ve been normal, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when your cum spills all over your fist. It covers your fingers and your softening cock and deflating knot when you give yourself a few more pumps to ride out your orgasm. But it wasn’t enough. You regretfully give in to the fact you would have to turn in early for the night.

After washing your hand off in the sink, you head back to the living room and look at Kyle, who was on his phone, scrolling mindlessly. “Uh, Kyle? I’m gonna head to bed, I’m super tired.”

He sits up and turns to you, tilting his head. “Are you okay? What’s up?” He stands up and starts walking over to you until you put your hands up defensively. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, I think I might be sick. I don’t wanna get you sick too, so I’m just going to bed.” You stumble through your weak excuse, voice cracking a bit when you neared the end of your sentence. You stare at each other for a few more moments before you turn away and rush up the stairs, closing your door a little more forcefully than you would’ve liked.

A couple hours pass and you’ve nearly pushed yourself to the brink of fainting with how many times you’ve brought yourself to orgasm. You’re glad that you had enough foresight to put a towel down before falling down the rabbit hole; if you hadn’t you would have to change your sheets before you went to sleep with how much cum you’ve expended.

Your chest heaves and sweat drips down your forehead. You’ve long since gotten rid of your clothes, now laid bare in the center of your bed. One thing you found after you transitioned from omega to alpha was that your ruts were much more intense than a natural alpha’s was. Your doctor told you it was something about the remnants of your omega biology making your ruts closer to heats.

The knot at the base of your cock was aching with how thick it’s gotten. The amount of blood rushing down there was making you lightheaded, but you just couldn’t stop. Your body won’t let you stop, you need to keep going. You feel like you might collapse in on yourself if you stopped for even a second.

But the muscles in your arm are tiring by the minute and your hand is starting to give out on you. Even thrusting up into your fist isn’t working because your fingers are cramping up from how hard you were squeezing your dick. You swallow thickly, already getting dehydrated, but you’d rather die than make a fool of yourself trying to stumble to the kitchen to get water—plus, Kyle didn’t need to know you went into a rut because of him. So, through all the brain fog, you remind yourself to listen for Kyle in his room to get you an opportunity to get a much needed glass of water.

You’ve long since given up on trying to stay quiet, deciding to forgo suppressing your wanton moans and desperate whines. Every now and then, shame builds up in your gut because Kyle’s name passes your lips, pleading for him despite the knowledge you shouldn’t want him so bad. But you want him anyway, and it almost made you feel too guilty to keep going. Almost.

Little did you know, Kyle’s in the guest room separated by just one wall, and he can hear everything. Every groan and huff and grunt. Every call of his name. And he has his hand in his pants, stroking himself with the same guilt that you’re feeling. He twisted his hand around his cock languidly, his palm closing around the tip with every few strokes.

When he walked past your room on the way to his earlier that night, he got the strongest whiff of your musk that he’d ever gotten, even when the two of you were in a relationship so many years ago. It all finally clicked in his mind at that moment.

He’s heard about people replacing their designation a couple times before, but he never expected you to be one of those people. Through his entire time knowing you, you never expressed any interest in that kind of thing. But quite honestly, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that you were going through a rut and God, did he want to be there to help you.

After he recovers from a couple quick orgasms and cleans up the mess as best he could, he gets up and deliberates for a bit. He could offer you some assistance, but imagine the consequences. He would never be able to live it down if he asked to help you with your rut and you turned him away point blank. The embarrassment would be too much. He sighs and gets himself together to at the very least get you some water.

He knocks on your door with a glass of water in hand a couple minutes later and hears you stumble off your bed with a harsh thud. “J-Just a sec!” You call out to him, trying to pull on a pair of sweatpants as fast as possible after wiping your sticky hand off on the towel.

When you open your door, your skin is practically dripping with sweat and your limbs are shaking just a bit. “Sorry, just, uh—tripped. Y’caught me off guard,” is what you’re able to muster up, but not without a voice crack in the middle. “What did you need?”

He looks almost as embarrassed as you do, with his eyes darting everywhere but you. “Um… I just thought I’d bring you some water.” He offers the glass to you and you take it, knowing at that moment that he’s heard everything you’ve been doing. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip nervously and you clear your throat, trying to stave off that ever-present feeling of guilt that settled in your stomach from the moment you got into bed. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” You mumble, looking at the floor.

The silence is awkward while you stand there in front of each other. You desperately urge the floor to swallow you whole to avoid the question you know he’s going to ask you, but instead you settle for broaching the subject yourself.

“Can you help me with—”

“Do you want me to help—”

You end up cutting each other off and you internally curse whatever higher power put you in this situation. They had to be out to get you at this point.

You shift from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Through all of this tension, your throbbing boner still hadn’t gone away. In fact, it was actually getting worse with Kyle standing barely a foot away from you, forcing his tantalizing scent to fill your nostrils and sending wave after devastating wave of desire through your body and straight to your cock.

He sees your fingers clinging to the door frame where you were holding it to keep yourself upright, the veins in your hand springing to the surface with how tightly you were grasping it. He puts a hand on your still bare chest, making your hairs stand on end from the skin on skin contact. “Here, just—go lay down, okay? You can barely stand, c’mon…” He takes the water from your hand and carefully herds you over to the bed, letting you collapse on it.

He could smell the sex in here; it was overpowering, making his pupils dilate and his mouth water. You pant with little huffs of breath looking up at him with glassy eyes filled with unbridled lust. “Kyle—fuck, please let me fuck you, please,” you groan.

He snaps out of the trance he got locked into from watching you slip your sweats down to let your cock spring free and land, heavy and dripping, onto your stomach. You reach for the waistband of his shorts, tugging on them. He gets the hint and pulls his shirt and bottoms off before climbing onto the bed and sitting on his knees.

You shakily roll over and wrap your arms around him from behind. You lean over him, urging him on all fours. He gasps when he feels your swollen, rock hard cock slide against his slick, wet asshole. Memories of how well you fill him come flooding back as though it was yesterday, sending a shiver down his spine. He mumbles your name and glances back at you when he notices you’ve gone rigid behind him. “Are you okay—”

He yelps when you spear him on your cock all of a sudden, sinking all the way to the hilt. You let out a deep, long moan at the feeling of his hole stretching to make room for you. “Shit—Kyle…” You drag out his name, burying your face in the space between his shoulder blades. “You feel so good, so so good,” you babble on, halfway incoherent with his name on your lips over and over.

Kyle reaches back and rests his hand on your shoulder, trailing it up to pet along the back of your neck and eliciting a pleased grumble in the pits of your chest. You rock your hips back and forth ever so slightly, working him open to make room for your dick for a while. He moans at the way one of the ridges of your cock rubs against his prostate over and over.

When you felt he was ready for you, you start to thrust into him properly, pulling out almost to the tip and then right back in slowly. “Y’feel good, love,” he says, a small quake in his voice and a small smile on his face.

Your lips connect to his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin roughly, wanting to leave bruises that would last for a good while. You needed to make him yours. He accepts every mark you leave along his neck and shoulders, his smile growing the longer your cock dragged along his walls. You luckily managed to keep teeth away from where you last left your mark on him, narrowly avoiding the sensitive patch of skin.

You start to groan quietly, body shaking from the way you’re tensing your muscles and holding back. He takes notice of your reluctance and looks back at you, concerned. “What’s wrong?” He asks and you whine, your fingers starting to dig into the meat of his stomach where your arms were wrapped around him. “D-Don’t want… to hurt you, Kyle,” you pant, voice breathy. “Not gonna be able to stop myself…”

“You’re not gonna hurt me, love. Don’t hold back, it’s okay,” he reassures you with a soft voice, his tone releasing the tension in your body.

His words renewed the overwhelming desperation clouding your mind. You clench your teeth and, with a deep, rumbling growl, you speed up your pace and your thrusts become rough, merciless. He tosses his head back in surprise and moans your name sharply. The power of your hips slamming into him ends up pushing him face down and ass up, his face getting buried in the sheets.

His moans get chopped up in time with each time you pump your cock into his hole, his whole body getting jostled forward from the force you’re exerting. Goosebumps rise on his skin as your groans reverberate through your chest into his back and your shaft twitches against his walls, all the sensations overwhelming him. To ground himself, he lifts one of his arms up from where it had been laying uselessly by his side and reaches behind him to grab your shoulder.

Kyle feels his orgasm sneak up on him, having gotten lost in the pleasure of being with you again, but in so many new ways. “Shit, love—fuck—I want your knot baby, please,” he cries, tossing his head back. He never imagined he would be asking you for such a thing; you’ve had sex with each other many, many times before, but never like this. This was something else entirely, and it felt so, so good.

You groan in response to his words. You’ve never heard him so desperate before, and it fills you with a deep sense of confidence. It’s not as though you haven’t slept with anyone since splitting with Kyle, but something about him begging for you sent you into a frenzy.

He yelps at the sudden change in pace. You unintentionally forced him down into a prone bone position, your full weight on top of him and your arms pulling him into every thrust. Your teeth latch onto the back of his neck and scruff him with a growl. You vaguely register that you’re trying to say something despite your mouth being occupied, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop, no matter how embarrassing it might be later.

He shivers at the feeling of your saliva dripping down his neck and seeping into the bedsheets, joining the pool of his own drool where his mouth was hanging open from pure ecstasy. Your cock was hitting the perfect angle in this position, flat on his stomach and his legs pinned between your knees. With you on top of him it was easier to feel your swelling knot catching on the rim of his wet asshole. He slowly joins you in your mindless babbling, begging and pleading for you to give him that sweet release.

“I-I missed you so much, love, oh God—please, want you to fill me up, please, please, please—!” He wails when he cums, his spend getting caught under his body and wetting the sheets along with a wave of slick gushing out of his hole past your dick. It was the most intense orgasm he’s had in ages, all because of you.

The clutch of his walls fluttering around you makes you finally let go of his neck and throw your head back with a sharp groan. “Fuck—fuck!” You hiss, squeezing him tighter in your arms and shoving your knot into his tight, wet heat. Your cum floods his hole, filling him up to the brim. He sobs at the warm feeling. It felt so different with your knot added to the mix, stretching him wide.

You relax on top of him, with a heavy sigh, taking hold of him and rolling you both on your sides to spoon him and hold him close. You nuzzle your face in his neck, already rocking your hips into him again needily. It was gonna be a long night, he thinks to himself while running his hands up and down your forearms where they lay against his stomach.

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delightfulcollectivetyphoon · 2 months

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WOOP WOOP guess whos baaaaaaack. anyways yeah. ik i promised knifeplay but I SWEAR ON PAPA HET it will be in the next part. only after reading did i realize how bad i am at writing p in v smut. please reply and reblog if you like my fic ! <3

warnings: extreme dubcon (like seriously im blurring the line between dub and non but like its all 100% consensual they're just roleplaying), p in v, hair pulling, squirting, dacryphilia, post-kink-action consent (again roleplaying a dubcon situation), pet names, i need to have his children *cough cough* i didn't say anything, james refers to reader as "my perfect little girl" not in a ped0ph1l1c way but like in size ykwim, morning-aftercare, soft!james (aaaaaa), fluff, he bathes her, food

dear fucking god this started to get really (really) dark but i stopped myself but lmk if u guys want dark stuff!<3

"Won't everyone else hear us?" you asked nervously.

"Ah no, they're all gettin' shitfaced at some bar probably."

You grinned at his remark and let him lead you to his room.

The walls were black wood panels running vertically. The paint was rubbed away at a few spots, and the furniture was just the same. A king-size bed lay in the middle, with the headboard touching the wall and the footboard jutting out just shy of the center of the room. There were two identical small dressers directly across from the bed, and a red easel mirror separating them. You let out a small gasp as you took in your surroundings. It truly was a gorgeous room, and you felt as if you desperately needed to live here. As you were distracted, James took the time to observe you, grinning at your child-like wonder. He too had been amazed at how beautiful it had been. He knew that he needed someone to share it with. One thing you noticed was that the headboard was made oddly; instead of one flat board of wood, it had been carved at the top into an ornate pattern, and the middle of it had a checkered cutout. You instantly knew that it wasn't just a headboard, it was specifically to be tied to. You swallowed hard, thinking about being tied up, unable to escape, forced to succumb to him, to let him have you in every way possible. He noticed your special interest in the bedframe and told you so.

"Yeah, I like it too. Its gotta be my favorite thing in the whole house," he spoke. He chuckled, then walked up to your back. He leaned down to whisper, "well, not my favorite thing." You sighed at being called his favorite thing. The thought that you could just be his toy drove you insane, whimpering for more. If he noticed your turmoil, he didn't show it. Instead, he backed away from you and fiddled with his pocketknife through the denim. He knew exactly what to do with it, he just had to do it. That was gonna be the tricky part. Once your mind left the room and focused back on James, you remembered what you were here for. For him. For the pleasure he would send shooting down every nerve in your body. You blushed at the thought of you cumming around him, screaming his name, growing more and more overstimulated as he chases his own high, not caring that you had reached yours first. You turned to face him, your heart nearly beating out of your ribcage.

"I'm ready."

He strode towards you, a smug look on his face.

"Tell me, what are you ready for?"

"...I...want you to fuck me. I was nervous before, in the woods, because I didn't know what this would be like, but I know I'll like it." You grinned as you leaned forward, standing on your toes to reach his lips. At first, he resisted, just to see how desperate you were. But one swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip convinced him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, and you understood, allowing yourself to be hefted into his arms. You hooked your ankles together behind his back, you dug them in as you felt his cock, straining against the fabric. You loved the feeling of the rough material on your soft clit, but you remembered his rule. He pulled away. "I've been waiting for that. Waiting for you. Waiting, watching, I can never tell the difference." He dove down to your neck, licking at the bruises. He started towards the bed, gently laying you on the soft blanket. He began grinding himself against your thigh, thrusting wildly. After all, you had denied him earlier. However, he wasn't going to let himself go just yet. He detached himself from your throat as he pulled his cock back out of his jeans, still throbbing and angry from its ruined release. He moaned as he felt his hand tug his length, he needed to cum, and he needed it now.

"On your hands and knees, pretty girl."

You complied as you could feel the throbbing start between your legs again. Soon, you had your nose pressed into his bush again, and you were choking around him. He didn't offer words of encouragement this time. He wasn't going to wait any longer. He had an iron grip on your hair as he fucked your mouth. He was a grunting, sweaty mess by the time you could fell his head pulsing at the back of your throat. You tried to pull away again, to tease him again, but he was smarter this time, not letting you go. He continued until you could feel the hot, salty cum dripping down your throat, filling up your mouth. He came with a moan, the sound imprinting itself into your very soul, echoing in your ears. Once he had caught his breath, he tilted your head up, still holding your hair, and told you to open your mouth.

"Swallow."

You obeyed. You opened again to show him, and he grinned.

"Such a good slut for me, my little girl," he cooed as he stroked your sore scalp.

"Since you've been fairly good, you want me to fill up that tight little cunt? You want me to make you scream my name, cum all over me like the little whore you are?"

You moaned at his words and nodded, eyes clouded with lust. You were drunk. You hadn't touched a bottle since the concert, but you were drunk. On him, on the way he so lovingly degraded you, how you knew he would take care of you in the best ways, how he would love you in the worst.

"I want to be yours."

There it was. The look you had seen onstage, the wolf's glare as he stalks his prey. Those 5 words had transported him somewhere else. They made him someone else. Mine. The word rang through his head as he took you in. On your knees, hands folded in your lap, a lustful look on your face. You were almost made to be dominated. He decided he would make you obey. You would obey his every command. He would get what he wanted, no matter the cost. You were his. His little fucktoy. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand, earning a strangled gasp from you.

"You're gonna regret saying that sweetheart," he sneered as he pushed you on your back. You couldn't see him as you heard his clothing hit the floor, but you knew he would have the hottest body. He leaned forward, chain swinging from his neck just less than a foot above you. He positioned himself between your legs, and you instinctively wrapped them around him. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him as he inserted himself, but he wanted to be inside you as soon as possible. He needed to feel you practically split in two from his girth. He needed to see tears running down your cheek as you tried to distinguish pain from pleasure. His wish was granted as he locked hands with you, and slowly pushed himself inside. He watched as you tried to escape the stretch, the excruciating pain.

"Shhhh, I know, I know. It's gonna be okay," he said in a calming voice as you groaned through your teeth. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and wiped a stray tear from your cheek. It was a few minutes before he bottomed out, but it felt like an hour. Every couple of inches or so, he would stop and let you adjust. It took all of his will to not slam right into you and rail you straight in oblivion. He knew damn well if he did, you wouldn't be able to walk properly for at least a couple weeks, and that wasn't even his ego talking. He continued to caress your cheek as he stared at your entrance, how nicely he stretched you. As soon as he could feel your wetness against his pelvis, he slowly pulled out, assuring you through the pain. He repeated his process several times, before you finally spoke up.

"Fuck me, please, faster" you half-whispered. More tears had accumulated at the corners of your eyes, spilling over the edge and collecting in your hair.

"It's gonna hurt for a few minutes, but I promise I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good. I promise." He slowly picked up his pace, careful to move in as straight a line as possible. He still held your hands in his own. He squeezed tighter as he pushed in, and slowly released as he came back out. You tried to remain as quiet as possible, but it was no use. The only sounds in the room were your moans, his pants, and your pelvis colliding with his. He would lean down and kiss you every once in a while, and could feel his tummy colliding with yours, which almost made you cum on the spot. You found pleasure in the way his bush brushed against your clit upon bottoming out. Your vision was foggy, your legs were almost numb. He was right. You were in pure fucking euphoria, and you hadn't even cum yet. You watched him watch himself drill into your hole. His eyes only left when you freed yourself of his grip and reached your hands around his neck, bringing him in, close enough so you could whisper.

"aa...aaaaa.... Jamie....fuck.... feel so fucking good......aaaaaaaa"

He threw his head back, reveling in the accelerated pleasure. Your whimpers and moans, badly masked, pushed him way closer to the edge than they should've. You could feel the coil tightening, looking at the sweat running down his forehead, arms locked and flexed, the only thing keeping him upright. The way his chain bounced against his chest, even shinier with sweat. You came right then and there, squirting all over his abdomen and thighs. You nearly passed out. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you convulsed, the hot liquid taking him by surprise.

"Ah fuck yeah.... just like that....thats my good girl.....fuck"

He began to rub at your clit, sending you into overdrive, making you clench as hard as possible. You screamed as he came, coating your walls. He only fucked you faster. He held onto your waist, bruising the skin, His moans were the only thing keeping you conscious.

"Fuck, thats my good fucking girl.........so fucking perfect...... fuck baby.."

He craned his neck, trying to focus on anything, anything other than your fucked-out features. He knew that the second he laid eyes on you, he would cum again. He pulled out just in time, groaning at the loss of stimulation. Your eyes were glazed over as you reached for him, pulling him into a bear hug. You cried into his shoulder as your walls fluttered around the mix of your cum. You could feel it leaking out as he pulled you upright, pressing kisses all over your face, licking the stray tears away. He stroked your back as you both caught your breath, recovering from your brain-melting orgasms.

"You were so good for me. So perfect. My perfect little girl."

You basked in his praise, still unable to fully form words, let alone sentences. You smiled up at him as he stroked your hair.

"Well, I don't know about you, but a bath sounds pretty damn good right about now." You nodded at him as he looked to you for an answer. He smiled softly and stood, walking to the bathroom across the hall. As soon as you heard water running, you fell asleep. You weren't sure how long you had slept, but the sun was shining through the window when you awoke. You tried to sit up, but your core throbbed. As soon as the pain washed over you, you remembered what had happened the night before. Ohmigod. After finding a massive t-shirt, you limped out of the bedroom. You didn't know where the kitchen was, but after exploring, you had finally found it. James was sitting down, eating a bowl of cereal and some eggs. He smiled as you entered the room. You offered him a grin as you slowly sat next to him, holding in a groan as you hit the chair. He put an arm around you, which you gladly accepted, and snuggled into his chest, almost falling asleep again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Feels like you're still in me," you grumbled. You winced as the words left your mouth. You had screamed yourself hoarse last night. His hand ran up and down your arm, trying to ease at least some pain. He chuckled at the remark.

"Well, was it worth it?"

You looked up, unsure of his question.

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever you think it means. Regrets?"

"None," you whispered as you kissed his cheek. A few minutes passed, which you filled with sharing his cereal.

"Oh, uh by the way, I ran a bath last night because I wasn't sure if you had any more energy left for it, but the offer still stands."

"Ugh, fine," you teased as you made your way to the bathroom. You were just reaching for the faucet, when you heard footsteps behind you. James pulled you back by the waist, placing you by the door.

"Nuh uh. I'm doing this. You just work on brushing your hair. I'll wash it, and your body too, if you want. You need to rest."

Your heart almost shattered at how caring he was. You couldn't stop grinning as you ran his brush through your hair. When you were done, you took off the shirt and slowly climbed in. The water was hot enough that you immediately went limp and groaned. God, this was amazing. It soothed your skin, made all the pain drift away like smoke in the wind.

"I don't think I've seen anyone enjoy a bath as much as you," he taunted. You opened your eyes to find him on his knees in front of the tub, hands resting on his thighs.

"Shut up, Hetfield," you smiled.

He held up his hands in defense, laughing. After what only felt like a few minutes of idle chit-chat, he began to pump shampoo into his hands, working up a lather. You pulled the shower curtain back farther and lifted your head off the edge of the tub, to give him better access. As soon as his hands began massaging your scalp, you felt a wave of contentment settle over you. You shifted so that your back was to him. He grabbed a towel off the shelf and put it against the side of the tub so you could lean your head back. He didn't care that he was getting soapy water all over his pants, he was just happy that you were happy. He continued massaging your head in silence. He could've sworn you fell asleep more than once, just while he was shampooing. He guided your head up, grabbed the sprayer, and, while holding a washcloth over your eyes, so as to not get any soap in them, rinsed your hair. He moved on to conditioner, brushing through your hair as he did so. He left the conditioner to settle as he lightly ran a loofa over your body, being extra careful around your labia and vulva. He could still see his handprints on your ass, and tracing them, asked, "do these still hurt?"

"They're just a little sore, but you can wash them."

He slowly ran the loofa across your ass, slightly proud that they were still there. He kept that to himself and carried on. Once you had been rinsed off, he helped you out of the tub and dried you off. He guided you to the bedroom, where he pulled a bag from under the bed.

"This morning, I drove down to a Walmart a few miles out and got you some stuff."

He pulled out a fresh pair of panties, and some pajamas.

"I figured we could just have a day in, if you have nothing else to do."

Your heart felt like it was going to erupt at any second. You teared up as you approached him. He could see your emotion and reached out his arms. He embraced you, running a hand through your hair, as you cried into his shoulder. You hadn't had this type of treatment from past lovers, and you never expected him to do all this for you. Especially when you thought this was just a one-night stand.

"What is it?"

"No one's ever done this for me. You're the first. The bath, the clothes. You're just so sweet, even to a one-night stand."

He looked confused as you spoke the last three words.

"Do you want this to be a one-night stand? 'Cause I don't."

"Are you sure?"

"Pff, why would I not be?"

You simply buried your face back in his chest. You stood like that for a few minutes, glad to have this time with him.

You eventually pulled away, unpackaging your clothes. You slid on the underwear and pajamas. He led you to the living room and sat you on the sofa. He went back to the kitchen, grabbing the snack foods he had gotten from Walmart. He came back out with a couple of boxes of cereal, some milk, some candy, and a massive tub of Moose Tracks ice cream. You snatched the ice cream and a spoon as soon as he set them down. He grabbed the second spoon, and you both worked on the tub as you watched trashy reality TV. God, this man was perfect.

#WHEW #james hetfield #papa het #i need this man in ways that would get me on a watchlist #ANYWAYS #james hetfield smut #papa het smut

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soaps-mohawk · 3 months

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To hop on previous ask, can only omegas get pregnant? What about female betas like Dr. Keller? If she had a mate- alpha, beta, or omega- who was male, could she feasibly get pregnant? I know there's fics where a/b/o were like a secondary gender so a man who presented as an omega might get pregnant because they have both sets of parts- though i've seen some backlash on that from people calling it transphobic, but that's neither here nor there.... woops, let that train get away from me XD anyway, i would be curious to hear your take and/or how that might work in your version, or even just your version in this particular fic. Are Betas basically seen as the enders of family lines? Oh oh! And how does the passing on of family lines work? Is it strictly patriarchal where the sons' names are always taken by the bride or is it the alphas, male or female, who "continue" the family line? I'm thinking about Mulan 2 where because she was the only child, all of her ancestors would no longer be honored because she'd have to go to her husband's ancestors after the marriage (meaning Mushu would be out of his guardian job- again- which of course leads to highjinks of him trying to break them up before the wedding, and here i am getting distracted again...)

Sorry for the long and rambly ask. Hope you're doing well, or at least taking time to recover if things aren't going as well as they could be. Remember, you are important, and you don't have to "earn" rest, nor do you have to have anything "bad" happen to earn it either. Idk if i said that right, but i'm gonna stop 'cause this ask is too long already XD

<3<3 - crow anon

Alphas, betas, and omegas can get pregnant! It's just omegas that are only fertile during their heat cycle, but they can get impregnated by alpha, beta, or even another omega during that time. Alphas and betas are more like us regular humans, as they can get pregnant at any point and don't rely on a heat/rut cycle for fertility. Though the standard pairing is alpha/omega (and that's what gives the status of purebred for alphas and omegas that have that parentage), as we've seen in the fic there can be alpha/beta pairings (Price's parents), or beta/beta pairings (Gaz's parents), and like in the last ask, in a larger pack you might have beta/omega or even omega/omega pairings.

Things like adoption, fostering, surrogacy, and (for the rich) IU and IVF, still exist in the world of the fic. Let's take Laswell and her wife for example. They're both betas and if they decided they wanted a pup at some point, they could go a lot of routes like adoption or IU or surrogacy. With the IU/surrogacy options, they'd have a choice of an alpha or beta donor (if they cared about the potential presentation of their pup later on, which I don't think they really would.)

And I know someone is going to ask, if the omega has male anatomy, and the alpha has female anatomy, the omega will be the one impregnating the alpha. Male omegas still go through heat cycles, but it's more like a male alpha's rut, and they're still only fertile during the heat cycle and could only impregnate their alpha during that time. The male omega will still feel the intense instincts to care for the pup, even if they themselves didn't birth the pup. Same with adoption at any age (I think I did talk about this at one point), omegas will develop those intense instincts to care for pups that aren't their own. Even from outside a pack.

As far as family line goes, that's a bit trickier. It really depends on the type of pack. The more normal, small pack with just two people would be closer to what we'd expect from a marriage in our world. In traditional alpha/omega packs, the omega would take the name of the alpha, and that's probably the case in most alpha/beta packs too. Beta/beta packs it would probably be whichever has the cooler name lmaoo, or they might just keep their own names. It's kind of just up to personal preference.

In larger packs though, obviously you've got multiple people with multiple names and they're not just all going to take the pack alpha's name (as we see with the pack in the fic, they don't all have Price's name). Some might choose to do so, for many different reasons, but it's less expected of them versus like in a traditional pack. Omegas might, simply to show off status/claiming. There wouldn't really be any benefit to it, like they wouldn't suddenly have rights because they're mated to an alpha or part of a pack. Just like in marriages in our world, it's a simple paper that shows proof of claiming and then if the parties change their names/etc that's entirely up to them.

I hope this makes sense lol I could write a whole novel about this stuff lol.

#thank you crow anon #today is my long day so i'm really looking forward to that #that's sarcasm btw #answered #crcb lore

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fuck-i-love-october · 21 days

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"Blondes"

This was supposed to be a request One-shot but it turned into some really domestic Two Bit/Darry stuff? (Also mild Johnnyboy and Stevepop in the background. If you squint.)

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An ensemble of cheers echoed throughout the small, three-bed seven-occupant house. Pony watched as Soda and Steve sat parallel to each other, right arms entwined, a look of sheer determination sat dormant on their faces.

Pony Slapped his Brothers shoulder with a yelp of encouragement. His thoughts scattered about and he lost all sense of mind when an arm draped across his stomach, pulling him further back onto the beat-up futon, the actions under the guise of him "Distracting" His brother.

Everyone knew. No one said anything.

Still the laughter and the antics continued, even Dally had joined in on the encouragement as he saw his betting fall short behind the carelessness of Steve Randle.

A pool of cigarettes sat in the middle of the table. and two-bit happened to be determined to get his winnings.

His plan was ingenious. Simple really. He was just going to do what he did best, pester. Something he was certain he would have had to do, had his attention not been caught by a shadowy stature looming in the doorframe of what was his lovers bedroom, his presence followed by a low groan.

"Hell, Sodapop it's nearly 2 in the morning, you mind?"

Darry had just gotten home from his second shift of the day no more than an hour and a half ago. And they'd tried to keep quiet at first. But you know how things spiral. And its hard to tell a group of defiants what to do and how to do it, no matter how much they cared for Darry. They all seemed to be victim to their own pride at times.

Silence.

"You." He directed his attention toward Pony "You should be in bed. School night or not, you know how late it is? And don't the rest of you have families to run off to? Girlfriends at least. I'm going to start charging rent, I swear it."

Each member took a hit or two from the words, and even if none of that was true, Darry tended to lose his senses when he was tired. And angry, no doubt.

Darry knew that was all false. For every single one of them. But that wasn't the point. Never was. And as much as he could blame others for it, he wasn't always too great at using his head either.

Girlfriendless and parent less, Johnny ducked his head, glancing over to Pony with a sigh. He muttered apologies even if they both knew it wasn't a quarter his fault. Dally sort of sat there, knowing it was by any means a bluff. The couch was his when he needed it which seemed to be more often than not as of late, finding that as time went on pairs began to scuttle off to the three collective bedrooms together, leaving him to his lonesome.

In the midst of this confrontation Steve, not as accustomed to the eldests belligerence as the other seemed to be, had lost focus, allowing Soda to gain leverage. His arm slammed against the footwide table no more than a second later, triumphant woops from both Pony and Johnny as they raked in their winnings, dividing them amongst themselves.

Laughs and cheers rang through his ears. He'd only scoff.

Two bit groaned, lowering his head. He only sighed when his eyes were met with a whispered "Come to bed, Keith.." which is all it took for him to forget about the loss he'd endured. He was scurrying away from the crowd in an instant, off to bed in the arms of the very same overly-grumpy man who'd just scolded and entirely group of delinquents as if their collectively ashamed mother.

But Two bit knew he was more than that. Grown up too fast, what a tragedy? Two bit knew that Darry was everything he ever loved. Beyond his authoritative role. He knew things about Darry that he didn't allow anyone else to discover. He knew that Darry sold his motorcycle to pay for Ponys education. He knew that Darry loved to laugh, even if he wouldn't show it. He liked the blues and doing laundry and to be heald. But that last one was for certain Two-bits knowledge alone.

Even if Darry was wise beyond his years and even if he could be mean and senseless, Two Bit loved it all. His ugly bits, his hidden treasures. Everything that got to be his.

He didn't need public affection. The whole world didn't need to know he, at the end of the day, got Darrel Curtis. Because Darry knew. And the gang knew. And that was enough. They were the only things that ever did to him matter anyway.

Tulsa made gentle men mean, but love was meaner. Good thing, cause Two bit sure was getting tired of Blondes.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #Two bit Mathews/Darry Curtis #johnnyboy #stevepop #dallas winston is alone by default

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powderblueblood · 2 months

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oh my god can we see ronnie in the HF&I universe but when she’s got a crush/dating someone? the dynamic of eddie ribbing on her would be TOO good

"i can't talk about it."

"ron--"

"no, i literally cannot talk about it."

"ronnie--"

"eddie!"

"it's okay!" eddie says, almost soothingly, his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum of the hallway. "listen, all god's children. i liked a cheerleader too, once."

ronnie pivots in the middle of the hall, long limbs flailing like weaponry in a way that makes eddie fall back. fall back! chest all tight and cheeks all hot and standing there in a living entanglement of embarrassment.

"then again... my cheerleader," and by my cheerleader, this asshole means the brief, fleeting crush he had on one christine cunningham, "didn't almost definitely have..."

"that you know of, bitch!"

and suh-woop, ronnie takes back off down the hall with eddie hot on her tail in a jangle of chains and denim and shit.

running away from her feelings: it's a very real, physical affliction! especially when she's been marinating on a crush this long! this is no munson's hot girl of the week, this is no jeff's NPC hellfire spouse du jour, this shit is...

this shit is bright brown eyes and a big cresting wave of a bang and taut thighs and a yell that ricochets off waxed gym floors and blueberry bubble gum and petal perfume and such a total cliche and never in a million years and there's always a maybe, i like a fantasy as much as the next tabletop role playing game playing girl and...

goddammit, she'd been doing really well with keeping this shit under wraps!

before she knows exactly where her feet are carrying her, she's busting through the door of the newspaper room, dark save for the light of one green desk lamp.

"do not barrel in here when i'm holding a fucking x-acto knife," come the off-puttingly serene, cerebral tones of lacy doevski from the back left corner.

ronnie, heaving, slams the door behind her. what with being ten feet something tall, she can outrun munson pretty easily, but with lacy here? she's run straight into the jaws of something else.

"why aren't you at the pep rally?" ronnie gasps and hisses, the strangled tone apparently catching lacy's attention.

"excommunication, mostly," she says, blade glinting. god. i mean, ronnie knows they're friends and all, but it's moments like this that she really gets it. the whole doevski draw. "why are you hiding in here?"

then, from beyond the door in a way that makes ronnie's spine go rigid with annoyance, you've got fuckin' eddie bigmouth. knocknocknock!

"hey! ecker! you're not supposed to be innnn there, ecker, lacy said something about an x-acto knife and not wanting to be disturbed--"

ronnie glances to lacy, who just shrugs, a dumb little wistful little dumb little look on her stupid face. ugh. they're disgusting.

"unless this is like, some kind of girl thing, in which case--... no fair. lemme in-uhh."

"let him in," lacy says.

"i don't wannuuh," ronnie whinges.

"ron, if you don't let him in, he's gonna scratch at that door all afternoon and i'm not gonna meet this deadline and then i'm gonna have to use this teeeeny tiny little knife here to gut you both," all said with the casual airs of please and thank you. eddie's got his face smooshed up against the glass.

fuck.

ronnie yanks the door back open and her day one pain-in-the-ass stumbles through.

"hi!" eddie calls to lacy, momentarily distracted as he makes a beeline for her. thank god. "hi."

they do some horribly unsubtle couple-y bullshit where he sorta dances around her desk and she warns him not to come any closer but is smiling the whole time and ronnie flops down into fred benson's chair, wondering if this kind of horseshit would be appealing if it were her and--

"ronnie has a crush on a cheerleader."

the x-acto knife clatters to the desk. "what!"

"and i know which oooone!"

"eddie! fuck!"

"spill!"

"don't!"

"eddie..."

"she was spyin' on her under the bleachers--"

"munson!"

"--i mean, i think she almost had that floor routine down if you catch my drift--"

"--cut to the chase--" "--fuckin' shut! up!"

but before ronnie can up out of that chair and like, i don't know, knock eddie out or sit on him or something, lacy's wound around him like a snake. in-a-gadda-da-vida, this chick, she defies resistance. saying that, if the roles were reversed and it were ronnie and--

lacy's all, who is it and eddie's all giggling into her neck and it's disgusting.

but then he tells her, and her face falls.

"veronica ecker!" ronnie's friend lacy is a great scold-er. she's got a scold like you wouldn't fuckin' believe.

but ronnie wants to shrink into her skeleton. she wants her bones to turn to dust. poof, and nothing's left but a little baseball cap for these ungrateful bastards to remember her by. all 'cause she has what might be construed as conceptually a little romantic inkling for--

"tina burton?!"

ronnie sighs, dragging her hands over her face. "i realize this is morally unsound given your current social predicament, lace, but--"

in unison, the indefatigable duo of cornfed gomez and morticia over there go, "--the crabs, dude!" "you could do so much better, ronnie, you fool!"

#powder room talk #potatobeanpies #maisie this made me go BONKERS LMAOOOOO #AND YOU KNOW SHE'S BEEN INTO HER SINCE LIKE. KINDERGARTEN #they try to shove robin and ronnie together and theyre just commiserating about their long held fixations on OTHER GIRLS HAHAHA #hai brainrot #ronnie ecker vs the world #r. ecker by powder #e. munson by powder #l. doevski by powder #published by powder

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darminky · 1 month

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I want to draw so badly but I just sit with my laptop in front of me, work on a drawing for a couple of minutes then get distracted and woops I'm too sleepy to draw!!

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hilarychuff · 1 month

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for the ask game :)

i carry it in mine + 3, 13, 14

howl + 9, 15

the ask game

ty for the questions!!

i carry it in mine - tag, ao3

3. what’s your favorite line of narration?

hmm it currently stands at 45k words so hard to pick just one but i'm p sure this was the line that i was like first working towards when i started writing it

He means to make me queen, she thinks, her legs turning to jelly as she sinks to the floor.

like the scenes in chapter 6 and 7 at the wall where he shows her his mark/she realizes the full implications of it all were for sure like one of THEEEE inciting visuals i had

13. what music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

i actually write mostly in silence 😭 i can plot and write notes etc with the tv on or with music on but honestly i usually find it too distracting!!! i'm a big singer alonger and i really need to like. concentrate for the most part when i'm writing for real. nooooo clue what would be a good soundtrack for reading bc i would want vibes to be similar to like medieval period piece stuff so maybe something sort of instrumental???? or like a softly crooning female singer songwriter type of vibe. something a lil folksy perhaps???

actually wait i lied sometimes i listen to asmr videos on youtube!!! not that i recommend that per se lmao. but just a lil something to provide a bit of sensory stimulation so that i don't get like. bored.

14. is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

hmmmm. i don't think i went into this fic with the intention of like "this is what i want readers to learn" so much as i was like wouldn't if be interesting if... and then if their places were switched....

but i will say that something i didn't expect while writing was how many people would be upset with jon in the beginning for not making sansa his priority number one. which i GET like it's a soulmate fic that's sort of the expectation and it's an uneven expectation because he knows something here that sansa doesn't. but i always kind of felt like.... sure sansa is something different to him here than in canon but at least in the beginning the love is very much the same and exists and always existed???? and i could have done a better job writing TO that if i wanted it to be clear but i think it never occurred to me that it wouldn't be. it's so clear to me in canon how much jon loves his family, including sansa, even though we never actually see them interact for ourselves. but the way he thinks about her is so sweet. and the memories he has of her are very tender.

i think probably for the most part anyone who stuck around found a way to move past that if it felt wrong/unfair to them but i guess if i had one thing i wanted people to learn it would be sometimes that your ability to help someone or be there for them is not always a reflection of the love that you have for them. sometimes circumstances are just complicated. sometimes there's nothing you can do. but that doesn't mean you don't love someone and have love for them and hurt for them and think about them etcetcetc.

i am very much a problem solver in my own life/relationships which i think frustrates people sometimes and also sometimes leaves me feeling useless if someone is upset about something and there's nothing i can do but sometimes just loving someone and making sure they know that is enough !!! not that jon does that either in the beginning i guess lol woops but he's very much a sad boy ok maybe cut him some slack 😭

howl - tag, ao3

9. were there any alternate versions of this fic?

WELL the first howl i banged out in literally a 72 hour period cribbing heavily from an old scream script i found online that wasn't quiiteeee screen accurate and there was only ever one version of that. BUT in the larger grand scheme sense of this i do have notes for a howl 3 and howl 4 so like. not alt versions but additional installments in theory!!

i think there in the initial like "casting" phase if you will i had different notions for what howl 2 would be. bc joffrey was an obvious billy but i was like then who is stu.... and then finagling howl 1 meant some changes for howl 2 but honestly those felt really right to me when i settled on them!!!!!

as for howl 3 that casting has also taken a LOT of finagling that probably still needs some ironing out so that has probably gone through a couple different mental makeovers about how exactly to handle the roman/john milton of it all but rest assured i have lots of thoughts!!!!!!

15. what did you learn from writing this fic?

WELL!!!! actually!!!!! one thing that always bugged me about scream 2 was sidney being an actress and doing theater when it felt so like antithetical to her character to put herself in the spotlight in any capacity. but it's so like baked into the movie that doing howl 2 i was like ok how do i keep it??? and in thinking about that for sansa i considered a lot about the interiority of the character and how like. sure it's putting yourself in the spotlight. but it's also an opportunity to step out of yourself and be somebody different which i think both sidney and sansa are really craving, especially when stab/knifed is putting them on a national stage in a lot of ways. so that was something i hadn't really thought about before!!

i also think there are lots of times watching a horror movie where you see a character doing something and you're like "NO WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT WHY AREN'T YOU DOING XYZ INSTEAD" and then when you're making it like prose narrative as opposed to a script and you're in their head you really have to make it make sense to yourself a lot more (like not just running away after the police car crash scene in scream 2/howl 2) and so that was something i felt like i learned more about too like. yes sometimes you are making a decision because it serves the plot. but also how can you reconcile that action with your character's needs/wants/turmoils/experience etc.

#my writing #ask game #i carry it in mine #howl #jonsa fic

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someone1348 · 2 years

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Day 5! Woop woop! Let's goooo!!!

People in this: Ler!Quackity, Lee!Tommy (ft. Charlie)

Tw: build up? I don't really think there is any lol! This is very soft :]

I'm so excited!

With all that being said, enjoy my friends! And drink some water!

-K :]

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Day 5- Anticipation

Things were never normal when it came to an average day on the dream smp. Yesterday, Tommy and now revived Wilbur had gone out to vist Quackity and his new place that he called 'Las Nevadas'

There were buildings everywhere, a casino, a hotel, a gaint fountain in the middle it was beautiful, especially at night, it felt like a dream but this was real!

Tommy loved it, he was going on and on about how cool it was but Wilbur was having none of it, he just kept yelling, they didn't even notice him there anymore at one point in time.

Tommy didn't care anymore though, he just wandered and enjoyed his own outing! Eventually Wilbur took Tommy away from there but that didn't stop the blonde from coming back alone;

That night he visited the duck hybrid again and apologized for Wilbur's behavior.

"There's no need to say sorry Tommy, We've got our own mess to work out but you have no part in it, I'm sorry he dragged you into it, you don't have to make any choices or do anything, this is between me and him, you take it easy Tommy, you've been through enough already, take a breath, you can exhale now, I promise things will be right within due time"

Tommy sighed and took a seat on a hill next to the said softly spoken one, it was nice for once, everything seemed to slow down, there were faint sounds of the slot machines in the background, the lights shimmered like the stars had come down from the sky themselves and transformed into buildings, he could exhale now.

The peace was semi short lived when a humanized slime came running up the hill, tripping a little on the way up but still he managed, jumping into Quackity's lap the duck hybrid seemed to fall over once again as the slime spoke again,

"Quackity from Las Nevadas!"

"Slime!"

"Tommy from L'manburg!"

"Slime"

Tommy watched in admiration as Quackity tried so hard to get him off and Slime, aka Charlie, Talked Tommy's ear off (/pos). It was really nice, until Tommy got distracted by Quackity digging his fingers gently into Charlie's sides and as the Slime fell over giggling That smirk on Quackity's face was more than enough to turn Tommy's peaceful mood into a lee mood.

"Quahahuckity from lahahas Nevahahadas! Ihihihit TIHIHICKLES! WAIHIHIHIT!-"

"This is what you get for trampling me Charlie, Tickletickletickletickle~"

"TrAHHAM-? QUAHAHAUCKITYY! PLEAHAHAHASE!"

The blonde giggled at scene that laid out in front of him, Quackity's ears perked up and without stopping or losing the smirk on his face and in his voice he turned to Tommy and said lowly

"Watch out Tommy~ you're next!~"

Tommy's eyes widened as Quackity turned to face the brunette on the floor still tickling him to peices; Tommy booked it!

He wasn't going to go too far! But still he needed to run and hide immediately! He hid behind a large tree in the nearby forest just off the bottom of the hill. He just hoped Quackity didn't watch where he ran off to or he was doomed!

He heard Quackity evilly giggled from the top of the hill before Quackity spoke once more

"Im gonna find you Tommmyy~ oh and when I do, well I think you know what's about to happen don't you giggles?~"

The voice was still a good distance away but man where Tommy's senses were heightened to the max! The tingly feeling gathered in his stomach as he tried to remain still and quite but the voice kept getting closer

"Where are you Tommyyyy~ come out come out wherever you areee~"

Tommy slapped a hand to his mouth shaking with excitement and good nerves, he held back the giggles that so desperately wanted to escape his throat as the feeling rose up as Quackity got closer, and closer to his hiding spot

"Tommmyyyy~ I'm gonna find youuu~"

His voice was low, the smirk was clear, he was determined to find Tommy, the blonde was sure of it!

Soon enough he heard one of Quackity's nails dragging across some tree, getting closer and closer;

Tommy used the other hand now too to keep the giggles in

"Tickleee"

Closer

"Tickleee"

Closer,,

"Tommyyy~"

Tap, Tap, Tap...

Right on the other side of Tommy's tree,

Tap, Tap, Tap

'He doesn't see me, He doesn't me, He doesn't- why is it so quite?'

As Tommy slowly opened one eye he was met with the smirking duck hybrid looming over him, the lights from the city making it seem like he was glowing.

"AH!" Tommy scrambled and tried to book it once more but was grabbed by the back of his classic red and white tee and fell right into Quackity's tickly grasp

"Where do you think you're going giggles? I found you fair and square~"

Tommy didn't even have time to argue, the giggles where already starting to flow out of him so sweet and simple like pure honey, a beautiful sound like good music to the ears.

"I'veeeeeee GOTCHA! Tickletickletickletickle~"

Tommy fell back once more, unable to keep his balance, Quackity pushed him onto his lap and tickled his sides with ease

"QUAHAHAHACKITYY! EE HEHE! QUHUHUIT IHIHIT!"

"I guess someone was in desperate need of some tickles because this isn't even your worst spot~ tickle tickle Tommy!~"

"STAHAHaHAP! TEHE-AHAHA!"

"Hmmm but teasing makes you so happy Toms! Such a ticklish one aren't you giggles"

"AHAHAm NOHohOT! HeHEheY!!"

Quackity moved down to scribble along the bottom part of Tommy's stomach, right under his bellybutton where the waist line is, right above that, his tickly fingers danced along to their own beat as Tommy threw his head back grabbing onto Big Q's wrist in the process,

"Kitchy Kitchy coo~"

"NAHaHaha! BAHAhAD!"

"Bad's not here silly, im big Q!"

Quackity moved once more striking under the blondes arms as he now began to wiggle a bit in his grasp

"Ihihihit tihihickles ihihit tihihickles!!!"

"Good good! My plan is working flawlessly then!" Big Q blew a raspberry into Tommy's neck as well before letting the kid have a break, moving him from sitting to laying down and asked for the okay on his grand finale

"Yehehes!"

"Alright!! Here we go Tommy!!" Quackity took a big deep breath in and blew the biggest raspberry imaginable right in the center of Tommy's ticklish stomach, His right on his belly button, or as half of the smp would like to call it, Tommy's giggle button.

"HAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY! MEHEHERCY!"

Quackity immediately stopped rubbing away the ghost tickles and rubbing his back as he held the kid close and let him catch his breath

"You good Toms? Was it too much?"

"Gohohood! Just gihihiggly! It was amazing thank you Big Q!"

"Anytime Tommy Anytime! You needed a good laugh anyway! And if you ever need another you know where to find me"

Tommy was glad he didn't have to choose, but he was still so glad to have Big Q as a friend! Dispite what Wilbur or anyone says about it, Big Q is his friend! He won't ever forget that!

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I hope you all enjoyedd!! Apologies on it being a little late today!

-K :]

#k writes tk things #fizz’s lee tommy week #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!quackity

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mountainofhistory · 3 months

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random surprise ask: does momoyo have a favorite gemstone or mineral? or does she not think much of that stuff unless it can fetch a penny?

"To be honest, I never really thought about sellin' 'em in the first place until Megumu came to me with the dragon gems idea! I mean, what am I gonna buy anyway, I already got a place to live and someone to talk to. I ain't like the high'n'mighty heavenly types that need a whole damn palace, that's for sure."

"Oh, woops, getting distracted. Anyway, when it comes to gems, I find the red ones taste the best - aside from dragon gems, of course, those ones are the tastiest by a long shot. But I figured you already knew that. But, like, red garnets, red sapphires, as long as they're red they're probably gonna taste pretty good. Hematite is also pretty tasty. People usually think gold is gonna be the best, but to be honest, it doesn't really taste like anything. In fact, I'm pretty great at telling real gold from fake gold, 'cause the fake gold is usually tastier than the real stuff!"

"I could go on, but that's probably the most important bits already covered. I dunno why the red gems taste the best, they just do."

#muse: momoyo #halfkuma #finally managed to muster enough concentration to answer this #hopefully I can get through some more recent asks too #by the way the answer is iron #Momoyo enjoys the taste of iron #she just doesn't realize that's what it is

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smolwoo · 2 years

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what could've been

genre: angst

pairings: ex seungcheol x female reader, best friend jeonghan x female reader

word count: 879

contents: angst, past relationship memory, best friend comfort, possible relationship problem

author's note: hi so i actually made this all on my phone and then tried to rewrite it like 5 different times, but this was super impulsive. i started it in a long car ride and then finished it at like 2am. i really hope the story makes sense and i hope you guys enjoy it... and i may have already started a part 2... woops lol

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you stood at the balcony, your hand twirling the glass as the movement mixed the red wine inside. the sun was setting slowly, which made the entire view this soft shade of orange and yellow. the waves were crashing as it swallowed pieces of sand with it.

the music echoed in the background and you took another deep sigh at the landscape in front of you. as if you could grow wings and fly to chase the warmness within the colors.

"hey, you alright?"

you turned your head and jeonghan gave a sheepish smile. his tuxedo still looked untouched even after all the drinks and toasts. if another bridesmaid were to see him, they probably would've mistaken him for missing the ceremony since he didn't look as disheveled as everyone else. or maybe it was just because it was jeonghan.

"yeah, i'm okay." you lied, turning your head away from him and back into the hypnotizing colors.

"if you were, you wouldn't be here," he retorted, taking the place next to you on the railing. his hands were folded together, elbows leaning towards the shared view before you both.

"just needed some air is all," you drifted, but you could tell he wasn't buying it. you sighed once again before finishing the rest of your wine.

"i know i shouldn't be here, but he's still my friend. we grew up together," you began, not looking at jeonghan at all.

"even so, he's your ex. and we're at his wedding. tell me how that sounds normal."

you finally looked at him, your mouth slightly open to counter his statement, but he was right. why were you even there to begin with? it killed you when they said their vows and when seungcheol made his wishes true in front of the girl who stole his heart, you felt yours break. when the crowd shifted towards the venue, you were drowned out by the music and felt yourself shrink smaller and smaller. it wasn't until you saw the emptiness of the balcony that you decide that that was a great place to get distracted.

and here you were. explaining all of your rational excuses of being here to your best friend who somehow knew exactly when you needed someone.

"it's not and you're right. i shouldn't be here,"

"i'm not saying you shouldn't be here. i'm saying it's not healthy to be here," jeonghan clarified after seeing your expression change and now he was having a hard time reading you.

"i'm sorry if i went too far. i just—"

"no, you're okay." you reassured him as you both faced the view again. he ran his hand through his hair and you could tell he was still worried that he stepped over a line.

"i'm just tired of loving someone i shouldn't,"

"don't be. that means it meant something," he gave a soft smile at you before adding, "i'd be worried if you stopped."

and you just looked at him. eyeing every single feature on his face. the gentleness of everything, his fluffy soft hair, and the way the sunset just so happened to fall right where it should be to accentuate what he already had. maybe because it was jeonghan. maybe it was just how he knew all the right things to say. maybe it was the view and the colors. but something in you pulled you towards him.

that something as small as a reassuring statement could bring you back to reality. that somehow you felt okay all over again.

when he noticed your change in mood and realized that he made you feel better, you shared a laugh between you two. a comfort laugh. something to break the sadness that was there before.

the music in the venue gradually changed to something slower and you closed your eyes in response, leaning your head on his shoulder. he glanced down at you and smiled for a moment. the sounds of the instruments in the background melted into the sunset.

jeonghan leaned on the railing once more before offering his hand to you. his palm outstretched and welcoming. you accepted his hand, as your bodies inched a bit closer together. he raised your arm up and kept his other hand at your waist.

"interesting way to ask me to dance isn't it?" you teased, placing your hand on the edge of his shoulder.

"who said i was asking?"

you rolled your eyes and he chuckled, as he started to lead. the steps were pretty simple in the beginning, just because you knew he was making them up on the spot. there were a few accidental slip ups like stepping on his extremely expensive black shoes and him turning you the wrong way, but nothing else mattered in that moment.

you were no longer ruminating in the past. you were enjoying being in the present.

the sight of you two messily dancing on the balcony got a few head turns from the venue. an older woman giggled and pointed, stating how young love was always the most beautiful thing to witness. another woman commented on how handsome jeonghan was, while another complimented how stunning your dress looked as he spun you.

if only you knew who was watching the moment you began dancing.

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#seventeen fic #jeonghan fic #seungcheol fic #jeonghan angst #seungcheol angst #seventeen #yoon jeonghan #choi seungcheol #smolwoo #seventeen fanfic

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