Hey everyone! To anyone I’ve interacted with recently on this account, I’m switching everything over to @fanficcrow !! It was my old main blog, and it’ll just be easier now. I only had one fanfic on this account anyways sooooo *shrug*
I absolutely hate that this is my second account because b r o. I-I this is awful. Everything keeps coming from the @itshemlock account and urghhdhsgvsvs
Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲)
MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.
*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!
You could feel him eyeing you across the room.
Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you can’t meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.
“Please, don’t mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.” you flashed him a sheepish smile.
Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didn’t know that everyone knew about it.
still gotta come up with a name, (I’m thinking Dita but who knows) but she’s a recently turned vampire.
Instead of bats, she turns into butterflies, loosely based on slavic belief of vampires. She worked as an entomologist and researched local butterfly behaviour since there was something strange about it. That’s where one late night out, she’s been bitten and turned.
I’ll prolly upload her later when the first day hussle and bustle kinda mellowed out since artfight has always struggled a lil with then onstorm haha.
So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather?
What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.
To paraphrase one of my favorite bits of a ‘humans are awesome’ fiction megapost: “you don’t know you’re from a Death World until you leave it.” For a ton of reasons, I really like the idea of Earth being Space Australia.
“You’re telling me that you have… settlements. On islands with active volcanism?”
“Well, yeah. I’m not about to tell Iceland and Hawaii how to live their lives. Actually, it’s kind of a tourist attraction.”
“What, the molten rock?”
“Well, yeah! It’s not every day you see a mountain spew out liquid rocks! The best one is Yellowstone, though. All these hot springs and geysers from the supervolcano–”
“You ACTIVELY SEEK OUT ACTIVE SUPERVOLCANOES?”
“Shit, man, we swim in the groundwater near them.”
Being from Alaska, this was sort of how I felt going to college in the lower 48′s and learned that no one else had been put through a literal survival camp as a regular part of their school curriculum, including but not limited to:
1. Learning to recognize all forms of animal tracks in the wild so you can avoid bears and moose and search out rabbits and other small animals to eat.
2. Extensive swimming and climbing on glacial pieces with competitions to see who could last the longest, followed by a group sit in the sauna so we wouldn’t get hypothermia (no, not kidding, I really did this many times as a kid!)
3. How to navigate using the stars to get back to civilization.
4. How to select the right type of moss from the trees to start a fire with damp wood (because, y’know, you’re in a field of snow. Nothing is dry.)
5. How to carve out a small igloo-like space to sleep in the snow to preserve body heat and reduce the windchill so you won’t freeze to death in the arctic.
“I’m telling you, I don’t think we need to worry about territory conflicts with the humans. You know all those deathtrap hell-worlds in the Argoth Cluster?”
“Those worthless rocks? Yeah.”
“80% of them are considered ‘resort destinations’ by those freaky little primates.”
“I’m telling you, they terraform for fun!”
“Don’t be ridiculous”
“No, seriously. Some of their most celebrated cultural loci are built on swamps. They have an entire city that is literally in a body of water. Not, like, an artificial pontoon city, they literally sunk the foundations into water. For Grilp’s sake, they build elaborate structures out of frozen water AND THEN SLEEP IN THEM.”
“Dear Thilak. Think we could get them to terraform our moons?”
“Psh, they’d probably pay for the privilege.”
Eventually, it occurs to someone that humans are the perfect terraforming shock troops, as it were. They think it’s fun to be sent to horrible planets! They’re really good at surviving and then taming them! All you have to do is sit back and wait until the planet is habitable, and then move there yourself! It’s genius.
It only takes one try before the reality of the situation sets in: human definitions of ‘taming’ and ‘habitable’ are woefully incomplete.
“Why did you not eliminate the venomous plant life?” Grahssk’ti moans, clutching one limb.
“Those?” The human laughs. “Why bother? They’re not that bad. And they eat the mosquitoes.”
Grahssk’ti shudders. The ‘mosquitoes’ are… not to be mentioned. Just one swarm of them caused a landing shuttle to crash three planetary daylights ago.
“And the acid storms? Why did you not warn us of them?”
“I mean, they’re annoying,” the human says, shrugging, “but we figured the cool sunsets made up for it.”
Grahssk’ti flails helplessly. “What about the ten-meter tall Fanged Death Bringers? They can eliminate an entire settlement in under an hour!”
“They’re so cute!” the human says, brightening. “Have you met mine? Her name is Spot!”
Humans are told of some planet or region of space that is considered “completely and utterly inhospitable - it would be folly to try and settle there.”
Without fail, a decent number make it a point to settle there because “Fuck You That’s Why.” It doesn’t matter how uneconomical it is, how difficult the conditions are, how utterly ridiculous it may seem, there will be at least one human who will attempt to do it only because someone else regardless of species says it is improbable or WORSE impossible.
“This moon is still forming as such it is primarily soft - by that I mean most of the magma is close to the surface and-”
‘OH BADASS you mean its like Mustafar right!?!?!?! I’m totally going to build a castle there.’
“What. I mean. There is NO fertile ground there whatsoever. No ecosystem. It is molten rock and minerals only.”
‘Which will make my castle there look METAL AS FUCK am I RIGHT!?!??! Come on. COME ON. I TAUGHT YOU HOW TO FISTBUMP COME ON.’
“….you….you are going to die, you know this right?”
‘I’m getting the feeling you don’t want to come to Lava Castle for some reason?’
“Listen, lad. I’ve built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was molten magma. All those aliens said I was daft to build a castle on a molten planet, but I built it all the same, just to show ‘em. It sank into the magma. So, I built a second one. That sank into the magma. So I built a third one. That spontaneously combusted, turned to ash, then sank into the magma. But the fourth one stayed up. An’ that’s what your gonna get, lad – the strongest castle in this solar system.”
“I’m gonna need for you to explain ‘hurricane parties’ to me again. You humans have the technology to track these apocalyptic storms of wind and rain and predict where on the landmass they’ll hit up to a week in advance. And you…have social gatherings during them?”
“Well yeah, but only up to about Category 3 strength. Then it’s time to pack the car and head inland for most people, although a few hardy souls stick around and ride them out.”
“Oh good. Category 3 is what again? Winds up to 75 kilometers per hour?”
“No no, Category 3 starts at 175 kilometers per hour. You left off the one.”
There's another side that you don't know, you don't know
I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone
Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go
Watch me turn your mind into my home
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
(Mind mind games until you lose control)
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
Now that I'm in there's no letting go
And your emptiness begins
+ Peter Parker
Waiting On You
Warnings: virginity, gaslighting, and some possible unmentioned triggers.
Character: Peter Parker
Summary: You and Peter have your first fight.
As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3
“Hm,” Peter lets out the nearly inaudible sigh as he takes his coat from the rack.
“What wrong?” You wonder as you step into your shoes.
“Nothing,” he mutters and slips his arms up his sleeves, rolling his shoulders as the leather settles across his shoulders.
“Oh,” you pull on your own coat and scoop up your purse. The buzz of the party continues behind you, the last of the stragglers. “Okay.”
He says nothing else and you follow him into the brisk evening. He stalks down the steps, his footfalls heavy enough to signal his chagrin. The cause you can’t guess at. The night was fun! All you friends got to meet him and he was charming as ever. So you just can’t think of why his mood’s shifted so suddenly.
“Wait up,” you scurry up behind him and try to grab his hand. He marches onward, fishing out his keys and hitting the button so his car chirps and the locks clack loudly, “Peter, I don’t… did I do something?”
“No,” he opens the car door, “just get in. I’m tired.”
You clamp your lips shut and skirt around the front of the car. The engine rolls over and frightens you before you can get to the passenger side. You let yourself in and lower yourself softly into the seat. Before you can buckle your belt however, the car is moving.
“I’m pretty tired too–”
“You really don’t know?” He hisses.
You wince. He is mad. You’ve never heard him like this.
“No, I… did I miss something?”
“Ha,” he scoffs dryly, “don’t play stupid.”
“I…”
“Your pal, Mason, he’s not a big fan of mine.”
“Oh? I didn’t notice–”
“I mean, I can guess why.”
“What? Peter, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t pout at me like,” he snarls as his grips tightens on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking, “like you weren't flirting all night. Shameless.”
“What? I wasn’t flirting. He’s my friend, I was being nice–”
“Oh, is that how you behave around your friends? You wear short skirts and wiggle your ass around like a slut?”
“Peter!” You exclaim, “I– don’t say that.”
“What am I supposed to think? I thought… I thought you were a nice girl. I really did. And I really like you.”
“I like you too, Peter, but… Mason is only my friend. Promise. B-but you can’t call me that.”
“I’m just telling you how I feel. You humiliate me. Flaunting all that I’ve waited for around some other guy.’t just brush over my feelings.” He shakes his head and hits the brakes a bit too late, screeching to a stop at the light. He pushes back his wavy brown locks and lets out an exaggerated breath, “You’ve been playing with me. You tell me to wait and I wait. Three months. Three months I wait and then you F”
“No,” you babble, “Peter–”
“I– don’t you see how you're messing with me? You’re fucking with my head,” he throws his hands against the wheel, “you tell me to wait, that you’re not ready, to take it slow. But you're touching him, you’re dancing up on him…”
“We were having fun–”
“Are you really a virgin or is that just an excuse?”
“Excuse? For what?”
“So you can use me,” he wipes his eye and sniffs, shaking his head. “It worked. I’m a total cuck. For you, because I thought you liked me.” He inhales and lets it out with a shudder. He grips the wheel again and slowly leans on the gas, “I’ll take you home, I guess.”
You sit in silence. Stewing. Your mind replays every minute of the party. You hadn’t seen Mason in so long you couldn’t help but give him a hug. You chatted, laughed, maybe you had a little fun when the Spice Girls came on, but you didn’t think it was like that.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Really, Peter, I like you a lot. And I’m sorry it came off like that.”
“That’s not a real apology,” he snivels. “It’s not how it came off, it’s your behaviour.”
You stare at him. His face is hidden in shadow. You look at your lap and twiddle your fingers. Your stomach flips. You know what he meant when he said he’d take you home. You go home and it’s over. You’re not ready for that. He’s the first guy you really think you could… be with.
“I don’t want to go home, Peter,” you utter.
He hums dully.
“I don’t feel like making out,” he growls.
“I know,” you feel fluttery. You’re ready, aren’t you? It’s been three months. And you have to show him you’re serious. About him, only him.
“You know what?” He taps the brakes and his head tilts as he peeks in the mirror.
“I know… I want to do more than make out tonight, Peter,” you reach to touch his hand, “honest. Let me show you that you’re the only one I want. Please.”
He’s quiet. You hold your breath, waiting. It’s too late. You’ve blown it. He doesn’t want you.
“Alright,” he says at last and turns his hand over to squeeze yours.
He drives on, the air thick with anticipation, his grip firm with intention. You squirm as the fluttering grows more intense the further you get. You think of changing your mind but it’s too late now. Not if you want to keep him.
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