Alright losers (by which I mean beloved people who still follow this account even though my depression has basically destroyed my ability to write)… so… let’s say theoretically I want you guys to send me some small ficlet ideas (and yes I know, I have a lot already, but for some reason prompts get stale in my mind if I don’t write them immediately and I need new ones to get everything going again…)… um…. would you guys theoretically have any?

Maybe specifically ones about idk Black Panther….maybe something to do with Infinity Wars (which was fantastic btw)… or you know the new deadpool movie is coming out in a few days…..

So it’s 4:30am and I have to start getting ready for work at 6am for my first 7am shift and I have this fucking intense desire to write something and almost all my prompts are related to an ask game I’m pretty sure I shut over a year ago and so I’m writing this because reasons. Also screw you it’s not exactly what you ask for but fight me Boston. You’re so bloody rude you don’t even deserve this one bit.

Peter dropped himself into Wade’s lap delicately. “S’rry to drop in on you like this.”
Wade blinked twice at his lover. “Hey baby,” he said in that high-pitched way his voice got when he was cautiously trying to figure out if his boyfriend was a hallucination or not. “What’s up?”
Peter leant in with a drunken smile and whispered in his ear. “You. Soon.”
Wade’s hands clenched in Peter’s top. Had to be a hallucination. Fuck, but Peter got horny when he drank. Real? Dammit Peter had said he wasn’t going to drink, Wade always ended up with a shattered pelvis by the end of those nights. At least, that’s what he told Peter to make him kiss it better. “Fun night then?” 
Peter pulled his head back to look him seriously in the eyes. “I only had two drinks,” he declared loudly.
Wade scoffed and his hands slid under the hem of Peter’s shirt and ran up his back to pull him close. “Oh, we believe you Spidey.”
[Can the author fact check that please?]
“Maybeee another two on top of that,” Peter added sheepishly and then ground his hips down into Wade’s lap. “You could be on top of me in a few minutes.”
Wade’s whine caught in the back of his throat as he choked out a “You know I prefer you on top, baby boy.”
Peter snorted ridiculously and leant in again, teeth grazing the scarred mass that was Wade’s ear. “I never said who was doing the topping.”
“As long as you’re gonna be doing me,” Wade whispered back before violently pulling Peter to his chest, Peter flush against him. Peter lifted his head up and planted a kiss on Wade’s head, before darting off his lap, Wade whining at the loss of contact as Peter towered over him holding out his hand. He grinned down at Wade.
“We thank you for choosing Parker Airlines,” he began boldly as his eyes trailed down Wade’s sitting form hungrily.
Wade snorted and took his hand, standing in front of Peter eagerly. “Bedroom?”
Peter nodded and leant in for a kiss.

Your punishment for being so mean is that this is a pretty shitty ficlet so suffer Boston.

Contains a Cherik, a few spideypools, including the beginning of a coffeeshop au, an MRT smutty start, and a Thor/Hulk smutty start inspired by the Avengers Assemble cartoon, I think idk guys it’s virgin!Thor and Hulk I got nothing for you. And the finally Wolverine/Spider-man because there was this ‘What If’ comic where Spidey goes all vigilante and I swear, one of the lines is “…Logan enjoyed watching [Peter] take the lead.” And it was so gay I swear, I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, if you want to read them, check the cut below. 

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Alex ducked Wade’s attack and elbowed him in the face.
Wade tripped backwards pulling on Alex’s arm.
Alex cursed and tried to get his balance back, panting. “What’s – hff – wrong, Wilson? Outta jokes?”
Wade grinned. His mask had been cut off ages ago. “You’re a big enough joke already,” he taunted.
“Looked in the mirror lately?” Alex jumped towards Wade, shooting at him a few times. Wade’s katanas reached up to greet him.
Alex dodged, twisted and-
His lips met Wade’s.
They froze like that, Alex’s gun still smoking, Wade’s katanas covered in blood. Locked in a kiss.
Their heads jerked back at the same time and they swapped embarrassed looks.
“So that was weird.” Alex said.
“Bound to happen at some point,” Wade agreed.
They stared at each other, and in the same move they leapt back at each other, biting at each other’s mouth, dropping their weapons in favour of clutching at each other’s ruined clothes.
Alex ripped Wade’s ugly show-offy uniform off him, Wade doing the same, both undressing each other as quickly as possible without breaking their kissing.
If you could call it kissing. They were still hyped from their fight, both angry and adrenaline-filled, biting and clawing at each other as they undressed.
Wade’s leg swept out, dropping Alex to the floor with Wade on top.
Alex glared at him and rolled him over.
Wade scowled and flipped them back.
“You don’t even like being on top!” Alex protested as he rolled them back. Luckily they were in a cliché abandoned warehouse and no one could see the two naked men rolling over them.
“Perv,” Wade retorted. “How do you know that?”
Alex kissed him furiously. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
Wade narrowed his eyes. “A perv.”
Alex’s hand shot down to squeeze Wade’s cock. “I’m on top.”
Wade nodded dumbly.

I’ve answered three of the 80 odd messages in my inbox and now I’m oddly craving cablepool.

The black cat trailed his prey, tail high in the air as it readied itself to pounce on the beautiful red ladybug in front on him.
A pause.
And then the cat pounced on its prey, only for the ladybug to fly, ever so carefully out of its reach.
The cat pouted.
The ladybug dropped herself down on the floor a meter away from the cat once more.
The game began anew.

This was what you wanted right? Like I don’t know why you’re fetishing a household pet and an insect but that seems about right for you, my perverted friend.

I’m curious about the fact that I don’t really have any emotional attachment to pronouns… Whether people say ‘What’s up dude’ or 'Hello miss,’ whether I’m wearing bindings and men’s clothing or heels and a dress, I don’t know, it’s just the same as them saying 'Hey you’ as far as my brain interprets it. For example, I’m in my 'man mode’ (as I call it in my head) when I go to meet my cousin for drinks one day and he sees me out of the corner of his eye and turns and says (2/3)            

Okay, so once again a part of your message has been cut off… I did try writing a public message for you asking you to resend the last part of your message, but it’s been five months so I think you missed it. Umm, so yeah, gender is hard. I think it really matters whether you want to make it an important thing about you or not. If you are gender fluid but don’t mind what pronouns other people call you, it might just be that gender isn’t something you feels defines you, if that makes sense, or that you see your gender as something that isn’t reliant on how other people see you. I only started feeling emotionally attached to male pronouns after I came out publicly. Like it didn’t matter till people knew, you know? But, as I think I said before, after people did start calling me with male pronouns, it made me incredibly happy. But I don’t think you should worry if that doesn’t quite apply to you. I think the reason gender is so important to people now if because a lot of people still only see people as male or female. I think if the world was less genderfied…ughh I don’t know. When people I don’t know use female pronouns for me, it doesn’t mean anything to me. I mean, I not e it in my head, correct them in my head, but I understand it. Like the fault isn’t with them, and I never feel in the mood to challenge a stranger’s perspective of my gender. Like if it’s a friend of a friend it comes out pretty early in the convo that I’m trans, but I don’t mind who knows it. It’s the people who know and then tell me that ‘unless I get a sex change they won’t refer to me as male’ (my dad, last year, after pretending that he accepted me for who I am and criticising mum for not doing the same just to get parental brownie points from me. He ended up accusing me of trying to replace my dead brother after I finally called him out on it, even though I came out to him two years before Aaron died, it was just that he doesn’t care enough about us to actually see us (we had seen him once in the past two years before Aaron died and only twice since then) and it wasn’t till after the funeral that he admitted that he didn’t respect me as trans at all), or even those people who say they accept me and then continue to use female pronouns despite me objecting, complaining that it’s too hard to change pronouns despite being able to use my preferred name easily, those are the times I get upset, especially when I find myself pronoun-checking my own words, a hestiation before I wrongly use female pronouns because I can’t stand them giving me ‘the look’ or whatever. Anyway, hopefully your next message won’t be cut off and you can ask me what you actually wanted to ask me, haha.

Anyway, so I could apologise for disappearing for so long but honestly this is a habit now and you guys all know it so yeah.

Hiya~ You get to be my 100000~ ‘hey guys I’m back for a little while’ ficlet. Also I love Danny/Matt and have also read everything with all of them…. Or at least I had back before the Daredevil series came out…. and then of course with the Iron Fist series due out soon there may be a whole lot more now than there was back three or four years ago… But I digress. I love Matt/Danny, especially when you throw Luke and possible Jessica in there as well. (I’ll always prefer Danny/Luke, I’m sorry I can’t help it they’re super shippy in their new comic series).

Matt woke up alone.
For a second, just a second, he worried. Like a normal person would if they woke up to find their boyfriend gone at 3am on a Sunday night in Hell’s Kitchen.
Then he spread out his awareness and less than a second later he picked up on Danny’s heartbeat, echoing steadily, slowly, on the roof above him.
Matt sighed to himself and wondered if he really needed the extra few hours of sleep that staying in bed would afford him. After all, he could still see everything Danny was doing up there anyway. His K’un-L’un version of Tai Chi, moving meditation of slow breathing and soft movement, probably wasn’t the best time to interrupt him anyway. And for what? A hushed, half conversation? To be close enough to feel Danny’s warmth? To prompt a smile from him that Matt couldn’t even see anyway, backed by darkness that framed a skyline that was just echos for him?
But Matt was a selfish daredevil, so he slipped out of bed and jumped out of the window, easily contorting himself to reach the roof.
Danny’s heart didn’t flicker at all. “You should be in bed,” he chided.
Matt raised an eyebrow and in his best lawyer voice, he retorted, “so should you.”
Danny broke out of his pose with a snort, turning to grin at his lover as he ran a hand through his ungainly hair.
Matt caught the scent of incense from him as he smiled back, his stomach curling pleasantly as he knew he had achieved at least one of his goals for dragging his beaten body out of bed once again.
“I was restless,” Danny said.
“When are you not?” Matt replied, before adding, “and I know when you’re lying.”
Danny shrugged easily and stepped up to kiss Matt on the nose. “I got a call from one of my investors.” He shrugged again. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
Matt frowned at him. “I didn’t hear anything.”
“That’s how I know you were tired.” Danny’s hands were resting on Matt’s hips and he tapped his fingers against his bare skin easily. “Now come back to bed or I’ll carry you there myself.”
Matt tutted but turned back to the edge of the roof - he knew from experience what arguing with Danny got him. Before he jumped off, Danny’s hands caught his hips again and pulled him back against his chest so that he could kiss Matt’s neck gently. “Goodnight Matt.”
“You could join me,” Matt replied with the slightest lowering of his voice.
Danny snorted against his skin. “I have to finish the set you so rudely interrupted first.”
“And then?”
“And then.” Danny confirmed.

titanstogetherr:

Marjorie Liu, who wrote Johnny briefly during his appearance in Daken: Dark Wolverine #4, confirmed on twitter very recently that Johnny and Daken had a sexual relationship. 

Johnny’s bi/pansexuality is canon now, although, probably because of the Fantastic Four’s current lack of popularity, not one sound was made about it in the media or in the Marvel fandom.

It’s not as if there’s nothing in canon itself to back up Liu’s statement. In 2005′s Spectacular Spider-Man #21, Johnny openly admits to having slept with at least one nonbinary alien: 

In Fantastic Four #563, we even find out that there’s an alternate universe version of Johnny – in which he’s the older of the Storm siblings – where he is the one who is married to Reed Richards, not Sue:

In The New Mutants: Superheroes and the Radical Imagination of American Comics, comics scholar Ramzi Fawaz traces Johnny’s history as a queer figure all the way back to his initial appearance Fantastic Four #1, so Johnny is not only currently queer, he has always implicitly been written that way.

Sometimes the hints were subtle, like in his Fantastic Four #309 trip to Fire Island, which was, at the time it was published, a notorious gay vacation spot.

And sometimes the hints were more overt:

Maybe it’s just me, but I think that the fact that Johnny Storm, part of Marvel’s First Family and one of the founding members of the Fantastic Four, the team that is responsible for making the Marvel universe what it is today and which was once Marvel’s most popular and influential property, is officially bi/pan IS A BIG DEAL. 

JOHNNY STORM, FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE FANTASTIC FOUR AND MARVEL’S FIRST FAMILY, IS OFFICIALLY BI/PAN. IT’S IMPORTANT.

(via jasontoddson)