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[blinkbunni]

Spider-Man!Caleb

A/N: credits to my nerdy 11 year old brother who still didn’t help me but gave me a little bit of lore. And credits for my lovely Rhi Rhi!!! @luvinbloom

Spider-Man!Caleb who never really thought ever to be a superhero. In fact, before, he was just Caleb Xia, a robotics and aviation major in Queens, Captain of the Basketball team and despite the whole college population having a crush on this dream of a man, he was crushing on the Cute Barista who also sat ahead of him in his otherwise useless economics class

Spider-Man!Caleb who had visited your cafe you worked at every once in a while. He’d talk to you as you cleaned counters. You thought he was handsome and funny with his jokes, but also thoughtful .

Spider-Man!Caleb who had decided to skip class one day to go visit a science demonstration about radioactivity. Though he was popular and a jock, he was also secretly a cute dork. A cute dork who didn’t expect to get bitten by a radioactive spider.

Spider-Man!Caleb who eventually took the responsibility of saving New York City with his new powers, swinging from building to building and trapping villains by doing his favourite thing in the world: witty banter and tying them upside down with his sticky webs. “Y’know, spiders like finding bugs in their webs… wait that wasn’t good.. I had a better one somewhere… uhhh.. uhhh okay, bug out!”

Spider-Man!Caleb who still visited your cafe, just a lot less from all the stress. You missed the funny handsome guy who made bad coffee jokes and who gave you company during low-key times. You had his favourite drink order by heart, and secretly perfected his drink for you. “Order for Caleb!” The second he stepped in, waving the drink around with a smile. “Ah! My favourite customer!” “My favourite barista!” He replies with a wink.

Spider-Man!Caleb who as much as he liked you, and was close to you, didn’t want to let you know about his identity. But it got harder and harder when it was late one night and you were about to close up. Caleb had switched back to his normal clothes after a patrol near your cafe and walked in the cafe. You were about to groan from the hard day and endless essays due. “Hey.. you alright? You look..” “rough? Yeah thanks.” You replied tersely.

Spider-Man!Caleb who listened to you vent the whole time. Humming and nodding along, half-listening to you because even though he felt guilty, you looked really good in the light, and your nose scrunching up as you crash out. In fact… so good that he didn’t realize he walked up to you, held your jaw with two fingers and leaned down to kiss you softly.

Spider-Man!Caleb who took your breath away as you leaned into his kiss, and only pulled away for air, a string of saliva connecting you. “Sorry.. just had to..” he smiled, blush spread around his cheeks. You laughed awkwardly. “No.. no.. it’s fine.. uh.. what was I saying?” The two of you laughed and he walked you to your dorm building night, watching you blow him a kiss before entered the building as he stood outside, hand in his pockets, starstruck

Spider-Man!Caleb who felt amazing when he was with you.. his girlfriend. He could listen to you yap for days and hours while you rambled amiably about your classes, and who he later learnt about your… Spider-Man obsession? Like, you wouldn’t shut up about him.

Spider-Man!Caleb who was… jealous of himself?!? Don’t get him wrong, he knew you were thinking of him technically, but you didn’t know that.. and… it just hurt even more of the fact that he couldn’t tell you.. it was already bad enough Gideon walked in on him while he was changing out of his costume, with gideon’s chip bag in hand.

Spider-Man!Caleb who you thought was becoming distant.. six months in into dating him.. and he was always last minute cancelling plans, leaving early on dates with his credit card, flowers and a ride home for you on the table, and always unable to hang out. “Sorry babyyyy! Exams are killing me over here :P.” “My gran hasn’t been taking her meds againnnn.” “Sweetheart, I swear, next week I’ll make up for it, buuut check your doorstep.. there might be a present!!”

Spider-Man!Caleb who you even though got so many presents from him in return of his absence, cute necklaces, clothes, comics and spiderman merch, you still wanted him.. couldn’t he see that? Or what if it wasn’t you he was seeing.. what if…? Thoughts spiralled your mind.. no.. he wasn’t… surely…

Spider-Man!Caleb who while fighting off villains and swinging from sky scraper to scraper, awaited your daily amount of texts.. but instead, you started to stop texting him. At all. Caleb felt horrible, knowing that he couldn’t tell you why he was always standing you up, and how horribly it felt that the prettiest girl is right there, and he was being just a dick towards her.

Spider-Man!Caleb who was patrolling his nightly routine before his spidey-senses started tingling, and he heard an explosion.. he swung over there as fast as he could, where.. there was a fire! In the cafeteria you worked at! He knew that it was a Thursday, and you’d be working there right now!

Spider-Man!Caleb who only thought one thing. He had to save you. He swooped down and barely gave Carnage a glance before sprinting in to find you. There you were, kneeled onto the floor, verge of tears. You look so frightened that his heart broke. He quickly swept you up from the floor and ran out. He wanted to desperately kiss you so bad, but had to physically retrain himself

Spider-Man!Caleb who tried comforting your panicked self. “Okay, it’s okay.. do you trust me?” You nod, shaking in his arms both from excitement and shock. “Okay, you gotta hold on tight!” And he shoots a web up to a nearby tall building. You scream the whole entire time, and you don’t even realize your head tucked into his chest just like what you usually did with Caleb whenever you were upset.

Spider-Man!Caleb who had you sitting on the roof surface of the building, shaking. “Hey.. you okay?” You nod slowly. “What about…” “Carnage? It’s okay, I was more worried on finding you Y/N. I’m glad you’re safe.” “Thanks.” You exhale. “I’m a huge fan by the way.” Spider-Man chuckled. “Oh yeah? I’m a fan of myself too.” He joked.

Spider-Man!Caleb who sat with you for a few minutes, as your mind reeled. “I had someone who was supposed to pick me up.. I hope he’s safe..” And Caleb’s heart stopped. His mind racked his memories. “What time is it?” Spider-Man asked, trying to sound casual and not panicking. “Hm? Fifteen minutes after eight.”

Spider-Man!Caleb who felt like the worst boyfriend ever. Because he promised, no excuses that he’d be at the cafe by eight. And meanwhile you were wondering if he was safe or not, like the caring girl you were. “Well, hopefully he’s safe! I need to go find Carnage!”

“Wait..”

Spider-Man!Caleb stopped and turned back around. “Yeah? What’s up?” “I never said that someone was a he. I also never mentioned my name. How… did you know that?”

Spider-Man!Caleb who stammered some lame ass excuse before jumping off and swinging away as he fast he could. You were onto him. Damn you for being observant and sharp. As he scouted for the villain he was after, beating and trying to trapping Carnage up, he was lost in thought. Thinking of you. His whole mind revolved around you. Your smile, your forlorn face when he had to regretfully leave you at the restaurant he was excited to take you to. How his gifts didn’t even compare to him not being there.

Spider-Man!Caleb who was so lost in thought that Carnage able to punch Caleb hard. In the face. Causing him to be off guard. And Carnage was able to get away after landing more punches to Spiderman. Caleb cursed at himself as he used the remaining of his strength to swing back from his window into his dorm room. He suddenly heard a knock on the door. “Caleb? You in there? Gideon let me in..”

Spider-Man!Caleb panicked. Damn it, you were fast! “Uh… I’m naked!” He called out, and slapped himself because. “Huh? When was that a problem? We’ve literally had sex!” “Yeah.. but!” He tried stalling for some time, noticing the mirror and his bruises on his face.. and coincidentally on his neck.. “Caleb! You’re acting weird! I’m coming in!” You holler, the locked knob jiggling as you muttered “why is this locked?”

Spider-Man!Caleb who still had his spider suit stuck at his feet as he tried kicking it off and right on time flung it somewhere before you finally picked the lock and opened the door. And you were… confused why Caleb had bruises all over his face and was only in boxers. “Caleb?” “It’s not what you think!” “Well.. what is it?” Your voice shakes as he tries pulling you in. “I.. I just got into a fight. I promise..” you shrug his arms off. “I.. I don’t know if I can take your word. Whatever. I’m tired.. wanted to talk with you. I guess now’s not a good time.”

Spider-Man!Caleb who panicked, shrugging on sweatpants and a hoodie from his messy clothes pile as he called after you. “No wait! Baby! We can talk.” He was desperate by the moment, he hadn’t been able to see what was wrong with you and not replying to him. Now was his chance. You stop.. turn around with your eyes glossy and red. Spider-Man!Caleb stood there across from you. Your arms were crossed. “Caleb.. I.. I don’t think I can do this anymore..” and Caleb’s heart stopped. “What.. baby what are you talking about?” “You’ve been hiding things from me. Standing me up, leaving early, and then trying to buy my love. Then you have bruises all over your neck and face.” Your voice dropped to a cracked whisper. “I’m not stupid..”

Spider-Man!Caleb who ran after you, outside his dorm building. You were insanely fast. “Baby! Wait! We can talk about this!” You don’t reply, sprinting as you wipe away tears that just kept going. Caleb was only in socks, sweatpants and an ugly middle school hoodie. But he couldn’t care less..

Spider-Man!Caleb who panicked when he saw you running towards the heart of New York. During rush hour at midnight. “Wait! Y/N! Get back here!” But you were too lost in swimming thoughts that you didn’t care where you were going. You didn’t even realize you ran into where Carnage, who had escaped from Spider-man was destructing the area left and right, before he noticed you. “Oh? This the girl Spider-man was after?”.

Spider-Man!Caleb who before Carnage could do anything to you, shot out a web to capture and pull you towards him, as you yelped before Caleb’s big arms covered your face and he pulled his hoodie on his head. And for the second time in the span of two hours, you found yourself screaming as you were lifted off the ground.. by Caleb? Out of all people?

Spider-Man!Caleb who had to physically hold you as he found a safe roof to sit on again. You finally opened your eyes, and Caleb looked back at you, eyes wide and worried as he caressed his thumb on your jaw. “Caleb? Was that..?” “Fuck..” “when… when were you going to?” “I can explain! I- I didn’t want to keep it a secret but I had to.. and it got harder by the second because I knew I was being an asshole to you, and you were about to probably get killed so I… God this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you.” “Caleb.. shut up.” And he did as you leaned in to hug him, body still shaking from the adrenaline and sniffling as he rubbed your back, grounding you, and pressing kisses to your hair line. “You idiot.. I thought you were cheating on me..” you choked out. “Oh my God, never ever ever think that ever again.”

Spider-Man!Caleb who just a big fucking idiot

Spider-Man!Caleb who now instead of waking you up with a good morning text, swings by and taps rhythmically and obnoxiously on your window, spider suit still on. “Caleb! You dimbass!” You hissed, opening the window so your large boyfriend could get inside. “Good morning to you too honey!” He grins, sweeping you into a kiss on your lips. You groan before laughing. “It’s four in the morning and I have morning breath!” “Your breath smells good, you should let me sleep with you.. I’m super duper tired y’know.” You shoved him as he took off his suit and dropped himself right on top of you on your sad twin bed.. Spider-Man!Caleb who now relies on good luck kisses. He’ll hang upside down, begging for a kiss as you tease him. “Huh, the great Spiderman who beats up criminals is now begging for a kiss.” “Please? Just one?” He pouts. You chuckle at how cute and pathetic he looks before giving him a long passionate kiss. When you lean back, his lips are bright red and his eyes are blow wide..

Spider-Man!Caleb who patrols near the cafe you work at quite often, and whenever he would, he’d give you a salute and a blowed kiss. You always feel safe working at the cafe that might be burnt, and your supervisor mad at you, but hey! Spider-man apparently has his coffee here! And now it’s a proud sponsor for Caleb.

Spider-Man!Caleb who after routine, always changes his clothes and seeks your warmth. It could be two am, and with your exasperated roommates letting your clingy boyfriend in, he opens your door, slides his hands on your waist and almost can sleep until you just have to wake up and “oh my God Caleb! What the hell happened to you? You look like you got run over.” “Bullied by my girlfriend when I just wanna sleep.” He mumbles but never hates it for too long, well, never hates it. Because he loves when you fuss over him, bandaging him up, kissing away bruises and the night ending with him safe in your lap as you cradle his face. Because while he’s Spider-Man to everyone in New York, he’s just Caleb in your arms.

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[sammyslittlecorner]

Headcanon that little Dennis doesn’t get fussy or have tantrums unless he’s like EXHAUSTED, but when he does daddy Robby and papa Jack are right there to put him to bed

“No!” Dennis pouts, flinging his sippy cup away, where it clatters uselessly on the floor.

“Dennis,” Robby frowns gently. “We don’t throw things.”

Dennis looks up at him, and his eyes well up with tears instantly.

“Uh-oh,” Jack mutters under his breath.

Dennis’s face crumples. He buries it into the pillow with a broken sob and starts kicking his legs against the couch cushion. It seemed that small reprimand alone was enough to tip him over the edge.

“Oh— no, sweetheart, no, I’m sorry,” Robby rushes out immediately, pulling Dennis close and wrapping him up in his arms.

Jack can’t help the small smile tugging at his mouth. Robby’s always been like this; faltering at the first hint of tears, like he can’t stand Dennis being in any kind of distress. He’s ridiculously soft. Dennis was barely even reprimanded, and yet Robby still looks stricken with guilt.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” Robby murmurs into his curls while Dennis clings fistfuls of his shirt and whines miserably. “I think someone’s just really, really tired. Is that what’s going on?”

Dennis sniffles, peeking up at him through wet lashes.

“You wanna go to bed, honey?” Robby asks softly, kissing his damp cheek.

Dennis rubs his eyes with a tiny fist and nods, clearly exhausted.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Jack says warmly, squeezing Robby’s shoulder before leaning down to press another kiss to Dennis’ temple. The boy flushes under all the affection.

Jack smiles, amused, and gives Dennis’ cheek a gentle pinch. Dennis whimpers faintly.

“Jack.” Robby warns, pulling his hand away and rubbing the same spot soothingly.

“Michael.” Jack drawls, chuckling a little.

Dennis leans into Robby’s palm, yawning wide, his body sagging. He babbles something incoherent.

Robby pushes to his feet with Dennis in his arms, but a sharp twinge shoots through his back and he winces before he can hide it.

“Bring him here,” Jack tells Robby gingerly, stepping in and taking Dennis from him, carrying him with much more ease.

“Daddy!” Dennis cries, twisting toward Robby in distress when he sees him clutching his back.

“I’m fine, baby,” Robby assures him. Though his voice is tight, he manages a smile. Dennis grips his shirt stubbornly, determined not to let go any time soon.

In their room, Jack lowers him onto the bed. Dennis wriggles and fusses again, eyes dazed and heavy as he looks between them, like he’s afraid they might disappear at any moment.

Robby sits on one side of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, while Jack settles on the other. Robby grabs Sugar, Dennis’ well-loved teddy bear, and tucks him securely right beside the boy. Dennis immediately presses his face into the soft fur, squeezing the bear tightly. Jack places his pacifier between his lips, and Dennis accepts it without protest.

Robby brushes his curls away from his forehead. “You’ll feel so much better in the morning, Den. I promise.”

Dennis yawns again, eyelids heavy.

“Goodnight, buddy,” Jack murmurs quietly.

Dennis hums drowsily, a muffled “nini’ baba” slipping around the pacifier. His breathing evens out within minutes, fingers still clinging to Robby’s shirt.

Jack huffs softly and looks at Robby across the bed. Their eyes meet in shared exhaustion and fondness.

“He’s spoiled,” Jack whispers.

Robby just smiles, leaning down to press one more kiss to Dennis’ hair.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “I know.”

…Neither of them would have it any other way.

[offtheecurb]

"Making sure you feel loved tonight."

— Ushijima Wakatoshi

⚠️ 18+, Smut, S3x, rough, eating you

Ushi worked as an actor at really big agencies with top-tier actors/actresses and models all around the globe, and I guess that makes him one of them too.

He's been married to Y/N for five years, but he's quite been neglecting you because of his unreasonable work timings that the directors give him.

One Saturday afternoon; 4 pm, he left some important scripts for his new movie that he was doing, and it could be really inconvenient if he left those because Ushi was the main male lead, so he asked Y/N if you could bring those.

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When you arrived at the setting, you saw him MAKING OUT with his co-partner for the movie for one particular scene, and duh, this left you too stunned to speak, so you quietly went to his personal assistant and asked her to give it to him and sneaked out like you weren't even there.

There came 7 pm, and you decided to get wasted at a bar, unable to get that scene out of your head. While you were drinking, Tendou passed by due to him coming home from work but didn't do anything since he lowkey don't give a freak. (He's thinking Ushi can do that himself), therefore, he just passed by.

Ushi just came home from work but was confused why she wasn't home. He tried calling you multiple times and sent so many messages and calls to the point that his battery went from 40 % – 20%

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Then he remembered that he had your location and checked. When he did, he was so confused why you were at the bar, then his mind suddenly came back to that one scene that he was filming, and she must've witnessed it.

He immediately put on his coat and grabbed the car keys, accelerating through the road, beating multiple red lights before arriving.

"Y/N! Y/N?!" He pushed past several people before reaching her. His hands find their way to your cheeks, cupping them gently as he looked at you softly. "Hey, hey, what are you doing here...?"

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You looked at him drunkly before leaning against him, speaking slurry. "... hmm... I'm jealous of your co-partner because you get to see her every day, and then you guys film a romance movie, which makes you both look like a real couple while we barely even text..."

He looks at you guiltily before pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm sorry... let me make it up to you tonight... please..."

"I'll make sure you feel loved tonight."

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After that, you both find yourselves in the master bedroom you haven't shared in a while, Ushi slowly making love to you, thrusting slowly but deeply, hitting your cervix with just half the tip inside you while he was placing love bites. Marking you inside and out as his. "You like that, don't you? Hm?"

He starts nibbling at your earlobe as you release tiny whimpers and moans as he stuffs himself inside your pussy. "Faster?" He suggests in a seductive voice. Dammit, he's already deep inside you, slowly but surely breaking you, but you still managed to let out a small noise, and he took that as a yes and went faster, practically hammering you.

This man has no mercy, has he?

"Fuck. Louder, Y/N... let everyone hear who's fucking this pussy good right now..." You let out a loud, shaky moan and screamed his name. "Ushi!" As he thrusts deep and fast into you, your arms finding his neck to hold onto while you wrap your legs around his waist, getting absolutely destroyed by his big cock. "Fucking hell, Y/N... such a responsive wife I have... we're not stopping until I say so... I missed my wife so much... I'm sorry, I won't ever neglect you again."

He continues to fuck you before pulling out, full of cum coming out of your hole mixed with his. He grins widely before diving in with no hesitation, eating you out, using all the techniques that he knows until your legs are shaking, and you're a mess. His mess. Inside and out.

[unseenmonstermuse]

My green flag in women:

she explains her feelings instead of expecting mind-reading.🤍

[ashes0909]

@dntat-makesthings submitted a prompt in response to my drabble game asking for Three Words and an Era - thank you so much!

Prompt: Between HR and TLG: headphones, cuddles, soft Pairing: Shane/Ilya Rating: M

Ilya turned the corner of the kitchen and stopped short. 

Shane had recently taken to listening to his boring sports books through his headphones whenever it was his turn to do the dishes, no matter which house, apartment, penthouse, or cottage they were calling home that week.

Ilya still didn't care much for the sports books. His life was a sports book, and probably more noteworthy than many of the athletes Shane liked to learn about. None of them had secret romances that underlined every aspect of their career since before they were drafted. At least, Ilya assumed they were the only ones.

None of that mattered, though. What mattered was that Shane faced away from Ilya towards the sink, clad in one of Ilya’s soft tank tops and boxers as he did the dishes, completely unaware that Ilya was closing the distance between them. 

He stalked Shane like prey, taking in the way the tank top bared his shoulders and biceps. He watched the bubbles soak and pop along his hands. Shane shifted his weight between his feet, and it made his hips move that perfect ass from side to side. 

Shane gasped when Ilya wrapped his arms around him from behind. His arm moved to pull out one of his earbuds, but Ilya had him tightly in his grip and had no intention of letting go.

“Keep washing, moy lyubov.”

The faintest gasp slipped from Shane’s lips but it was loud enough to reverberate through Ilya, rock their bodies flush together. He loosened one arm and let his hand trace up over the soft tank top Shane wore, feeling the hard muscle dance under his touch. 

He knew Shane loved a challenge, and lived for any of the games Ilya decided to spring on him. Washing dishes shouldn’t be sexy, listening to an audiobook shouldn’t be a siren’s call, wearing a tank top shouldn’t be tempting - but everything changed when Shane Hollander was the one doing it.

There were pots in the sink from the solyanka Ilya had made for them. Shane worked on scrubbing them clean while Ilya brought his lips to Shane’s neck, brushing light kisses against the soft skin. 

“You’re distracting me.” Shane whimpered when the soft kiss turned into a light bite, but still his hands kept washing.

Ilya reached up and pulled out one headphone, teeth running along the sensitive side of Shane’s ear. “You are talented, Hollander. You can wash dishes and grind your hips back against me at the same time.”

Shane rolled his head back for just a second, let it lean against Ilya’s shoulder, before straightening up again and focusing on the dishes without even needing to be told again.

“Good boy,” Ilya whispered into his ear. “You feel so good against me, your soft skin and hard muscles under my hands. I cannot resist the sight of you.”

“Don’t,” Shane gasped, and Ilya’s hands froze until Shane shook his head with a soft laugh. “I mean, don’t resist. Don’t hold back. Have me however you want.” Shane seemed to grow emboldened as he spoke and, probably, from the obvious effect he was feeling on Ilya, the presence of it pressing along his backside. “I never want you to hold back when it comes to touching me.” He rolled his ass against Ilya’s hips. “Taking me.”

Ilya growled and bit at Shane’s neck, his need building until he no longer could be soft.

“Finish the dishes, moy lyubov, and let me whisper my own filth in your ear until I make you come.”

Shane’s hands slipped on the pot, spilling soapy suds over the counter. “Ilya! You’re going to make me blush every time I listen to my audiobooks.”

Ilya let out a rumbled laugh. “Good.”

[mkweber]

Why is choosing names for characters so difficult?

[unlikelysaintdelele]

I always forget this when I’m writing but…

drafts are supposed to be ugly. they shouldn’t look like a proper story until you’ve finalized everything. whether that be sketched out comic strips or a jumble of sentences that just get to the point of what you want to happen in the story.

Don’t be discouraged. keep going for as long as you can take it. no one else can tell your stories like you.

[wasiureader]

Writers, gather round, let me spill a tiny secret…

Some of you are sitting on absolute bangers of stories… But your characters are over there arguing with your plot, your pacing is running a marathon in chapter 3, and your worldbuilding is looking at you like, “Ma’am, fix me.”

And that’s where I swoop in capeless, caffeinated, and ready to catch every loophole your villain thinks they can hide behind. I read like a human, edit like a machine, and hype you like a best friend who’s already obsessed with your book.

So tell me… What part of your writing do you think gives you the most stress right now: dialogue, pacing, worldbuilding, or characters? I’m curious.