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[demonwebs]

my toxic trait is liking all the "unlikable" women in any media i consume

[bidamonalbarn]

peter from the amazing spiderman films is absolutely a cosplayer

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

HELLO OFFICER - NANAMI KENTO !

2nd kinktober fic 🕷

Cw: handcuffs ofc, backshots, dom nanami to sub (kinda), obviously cosplay, he's not a real cop.

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“Hello, officer,” the words fall sweetly from your lips as you lay back on the bed. Sinking deeper into the mattress as you soak up the view in front of you. An amused giggle escapes you, betraying the self-control you had been clinging to. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you realize how much it gave away. 

No, Nanami didn’t understand how this was turning you on—at least, not fully. But the look in your eyes and the way you giggled and perked up at the sight of him was good enough for him to keep up this little act. 

He stood before you, dressed in the tightest cop uniform imaginable. The material stretched across his broad chest and arms, the seams straining ever so slightly against his frame—because, as you’d explained, it was the largest size you could find on such short notice, or so that’s what you told him. You wondered if he knew better, if he saw through that little excuse you’d given him. The uniform hugged him almost too well, every dip and curve of his perfectly sculpted body highlighted by the fabric. 

And his pants... oh, his pants. The way the fabric clung to his waist, snug and tight, accentuating everything, especially down there. It was nothing short of heavenly, the belt cinched at his hips, the finest black leather, each movement drawing your eyes lower. You couldn’t tear your gaze away. Every detail about him was working against you—the feeling of growing tension coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach down to your cunt. 

His hand comes to your knee, sensually letting it trail up your thigh. He makes his way on top of you, hovering over you. His mere presence is overwhelming; the musky smell of his cologne fills your senses, and your body reacts instantly. It was intoxicating, paired with the warmth of his hands on you. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing over your ear, his hot breath against it. 

“Having fun, aren’t you, sweet thing?” His voice was deep and low, a velvety whisper dripping softly into your ears. Your eyes shut close as he speaks. Your chest rose and fell more quickly now, your breath hitching as his words sank in. Your legs shifted beneath him, rubbing your thighs together, the wetness pooling there, hot and undeniable. He has no clue how wet you are right now—or at least not yet. 

You manage to nod, uttering a soft yes under your breath, a soft smirk spreading across your lips and his. 

“Have you been a good girl lately?” he teases, obviously keeping up with the act. His thumb grazing your inner thigh as his eyes lock with yours. Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, heat flooding to your core as you bit your lip. The act, the teasing—it was all just a game—but it was a game you were more than willing to play.

“Maybe,” you giggle out, looking at the man before you. Your hips shifted again, involuntarily, seeking some kind of friction to ease the ache, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted him; you needed him. His skilled fingers loop into your panties, pulling them down to your ankles. His touch was teasing, featherlight, as if he were testing you, seeing how long you could last before you asked him to do something... anything.

“Look at that.” His eyes darted down to your soaking cunt. His eyes lingered for a moment, drinking in the sight as a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. “You’ve been naughty.” His hand moved to his waist, fingers reaching for the handcuffs that hung from his belt. The metallic click of them unlocking echoed through the room, sending a jolt of anticipation straight through you. “Turn over for me, sweetheart.” 

You smile up at him before turning over onto your stomach, pressing your cheek against the mattress as your back arched just slightly, offering yourself up to him. He watched you intensely, taking in the sight of you spread out before him, and you could practically feel his gaze burning your body, studying the curve of your hips and the way your thighs pressed together. 

The soft clink of metal filled the silence, sending a shiver through you. “Hands behind your back,” he mumbled, his voice low and firm but laced with the teasing edge that seemed to linger in his tone. You giggle, and without any hesitation, you bring your hands behind you, wrists pressed together. You could hear the faint smile in his voice when he spoke again.

“Good girl…”

You turn your head to the side, looking back at him, and sure enough, he is smiling like some teenage boy. You felt the cold touch of metal against your wrists as he clicked the first cuff into place, the grip of the handcuff tightening around your skin. The second cuff snapped shut with a final, satisfying click, locking your wrists together. He takes his time adjusting them, making sure they aren’t too tight. 

“There we go.” His hands fall back to your hips, pushing you up slightly and urging you to arch your back even more for him. “Now, let's see here.” 

You barely had time to process the new change in position before his fingers trailed down to your dripping cunt, his touch deliberate and teasing. He ran them slowly up and down your wet folds, gathering the slickness there and spreading it out over your entire cunt with slowness. He wanted to make sure you were ready for him... 

“Ah—” you gasped at the sensation. His fingers, cool against the heat of your burning body, dipped inside you. His pace was slow, deep, and precise; he loved the way your body responded to him. Each movement sends a wave of pleasure over your body. You could still feel his eyes on you even though your head was now pressed into the sheets. 

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure—soft moans and desperate whines spilling from your lips as your hips moved on their own, pushing back to meet the relentless pace of his fingers. “Greedy girl,” he playfully smacks your behind with his free hand.

Fuck, you needed him bad. The way your body ached for more, the way you clenched around his fingers, it was almost unbearable. You were so close, but you didn’t want to cum just yet. Not on his fingers; you wanted his cock. His fingers slow down gradually before pulling them out. He studied his slick-covered fingers, watching the way they glistened in the dim light with a satisfied smirk. “You liked that, didn't you?” His voice was soft, teasing as he squeezed your hip. 

“I did… but I'd like your cock more, officer.”

The words left your lips like honey. Nanami couldn’t see your face, but he just knew you were smirking. Nanami wasn’t the type of man to fuck you from behind, but maybe just today he would make an exception. He couldn’t help himself with how nice you looked, handcuffed and exposed for him.

“Stay still for me.” 

His hand comes to hold your tied wrists as his other hand slowly unbuckles his belt. The sound of it dropping to the flooring only turns you on more. He unbuttons his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper. “Such a beautiful view...” he trails off, freeing his hard cock from his boxers. He lines himself up to your entrance, teasing you with just the tip. Back and forth slowly, covering his fat tip with your slick. 

It’s not long before he’s filling you up with his cock, drilling his cock deep into you. A firm grip was still on your wrist, making sure you didn’t move, but you had no plan to escape him at all. His free hand rests on your hip, gripping it tightly because your cunt just squeezes him so good he can barely contain himself. He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. 

You may have been the one tied up, but you were still in control. Your cunt had him in a chokehold, and he didn’t know how much more he could last. The way your ass rippled every time you met his thrust had him going insane. His breath came in heavy bursts as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes were glued to you, taking in the sight of your body responding to his every move. Your sweet smell fogged his brain. 

“Fuck—” he groaned, the sound rough and unrestrained, filled with a mix of desperation and awe. His pace faltered just a little—a momentary slip in his control that made you smile. You had him right in the palm of your hand. You indulged in the way he responded to you, only moving your hips faster against him.

“Baby…” 

There it was; he broke character. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust. Hot spurts off cum shoot into you, his hips messily thrusting into as he fills you up, his whole body shuddering. The room was filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing as he gave you his last thrust before pulling out slowly. His cock is sensitive to anything right now. 

You smile at him, a playful glint in your eyes as he collapses onto the bed, his breath coming in heavy, satisfied gasps. “Uncuff me, won’t you?” you ask sweetly, as if you hadn’t just milked him dry just seconds ago. 

He nods, his expression full of exhaustion as his hands reach toward the handcuffs. You watch him, the way his fingers fumble slightly in his post-orgasm haze. “Not fair, not fair at all,” he groans, shaking his head as he finally manages to unlock the cuffs. A sense of disbelief takes over him. How easily you managed to turn the tables on him. He was merely a willing participant in your game. “You planned this all along; I was never in control,” he chuckles. 

As the metal cuffs click open and he pulls them from your wrists, you stretch your arms above your head, relieving the slight soreness in your arms. “Oh, come on. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it,” you tease, letting your body arch in a way that draws his attention back to you.

“You’re right. But I don’t know how you managed to make me forget I was supposed to be in charge,” he replies, his voice hoarse yet teasing. He looks back down at your body before flipping you over with ease. Now, face to face, he pins you back down. “I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. I think I'll enjoy eating you up right now,” he chuckles softly. 

[angelsleepinggurl]

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒.you recently found out that your best friend izuku midoriya, is spiderman and all the built-up tensions between the years of friendships finally manifest into this. NOTE: deku is ooc here.

wc. around 1,792

tags. izuku midoriya x reader. spidermandeku! x reader izuku midoriay ax reader smut. spidermandeku!reader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. spiderverse au. fucking your bsf. dom deku. deku eats out your pussy. deku fucks you hard. neck kissing/ sucking. face down ass up. afab!reader. unprotected sex. dirty talk. overstimulation.hair pulling.hitting it raw. 18+ mdni!

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All though he hovered above you, you didn't move or push him off like you typically would. Instead, you placed your delicate hands on his sturdy shoulders.

'What's gotten over me?' You mentally ask yourself, your breathing getting stuck in your throat. The boy's face rapidly warms up the longer the both of you stare into each other's eyes, though that changed soon when his stare shifted from your eyes to your lips. It was like an invisible force pulling the both of you closer to each other. After sitting up in your elbows to close the distance, Deku, over away assuming you wanted to be free yet instead you placed your hands on the back of his to push his down, the both of your foreheads touching now.

"Wait Y/N, are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be doing this." And with that, you connected both of your lips together.  You were in ecstasy, who knew his lips would be so soft and gentle yet so skilled? It immediately had you wanting more as he placed his hands behind your head and the small of your back, his hand underneath your shirt but not moving anywhere else.

As you pull away for air, you tilt your head back before quickly re-attaching yourself to him but this time with your hands under his shirt too, yours being more bold to explore.

Deku used this as an opportunity to pull off his shirt in one swift movement,  his hair getting a but messy in the process. You immediately threw your hands over him and wrapped your legs around him as he went down and your back touched the bed. Soon you felt his lips on your neck as he pepered gentle kisses.

Tilting your head back, you hiss at his warm lips touching your cool neck which soon displayed love bites that slowly worked their way down to your collarbones, reminding you that you hadn't taken anything off yet, and so you did. Throwing your top over your head, revealing your mounds of fat being contained in your bra. Shortly after, you disposed of your pyjama trousers, throwing them off somewhere. Without warning, the green-haired boy reattached his lips to yours, this time being most urgent of all.

Deku's quick hands freed you from your bra which soon gently messaged your breasts as he placed his lips on your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan as you tangle your fingers in his hair, gripping his green locs needly. “Please.” you whimper, almost a plead as the heat between your legs starts intensifying, causing you to write in anticipation.

“Patience babe, patince.” he mumbles along your skin kissing his way down to your core. Deku looks up at you, with those emerald orbs, non-verbally asking you for continuation, to which you nod. He places a tender kiss over your clothed cunt and your eyes shut, head lols back.

“Are you wet for me baby?” He mumbles against your cunt, placing a sweet kiss over your covered clit, his large, rough fingers pressing your panties into your wetness, watching in awe as they practically drench in your wetness. You've never felt more embarrassed, your face heating up instantaneously. “Look at how wet you are f’me.” He fiddles with the fabric of your panties before pulling them to the side. The cool air rushes to your soaking cunt, causing you to shudder.

Deku's tongue immediately causes you to jolt though as with one long stripe of his tongue over your sensitive bud, your back arches. Your cute reactions seem to fuel his determination to have you a mess over his tongue and all over his face. As he laps you like a starved man, his nose grazes up against your clit, making you reel. “Don’t stop.” you moan out, your legs shuddering, threatening to close shut like a vice around his head.

“You like that hmm?” he asks against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice adding to the sensations. To which you respond with a “Fuck!” Deku uses this as an incentive to carry on, his tongue lapping up all of your juices, not letting any go to waste. His tongue swirls and laps and sucks on your clit, and you feel your orgasm work your way up, so soon.

“Dekuu.” you whine.

“What’s my name?”

“Izuku.” you moan breathlessly.

“That’s it.” he purrs, licking up your sopping cunt and slowly pushing his fingers into your tight cunt, he can’t believe how tight you're squeezing around him, so desperately. The thought of your freaky side finally being revealed to him seems to turn him on, His dick hardening at the thought, He moves faster and faster, like a starved man, like you’re oxygen. This intense wave of pleasure makes you unable to lay still as you writhe and squirm chanting out his name.

“Please, please, please Zuku.” His large hands grip onto your thighs, which seem to be getting in the way of his best work yet. He’s relentless and unforgiving as he works faster to please him to slow down. “Wait stop, m’gonna cummm.” You mewl out. He thinks the noises you make are cute, “Izu, Izu, Izuuuu shittt.” You feel the knot in your heated core tightening as you are seconds away from releasing everywhere. His fingers thrust into you and he shakes his head as his nose nuzzles into your clit, pressing deeper.

“YES FUCK YES!” you cry out loudly, your body shuddering and trembling and the pleasure ripples through your body, your orgasm taking control, and your juices spilling everywhere. You take a minute to recollect yourself, as you feel your cum trickle out of your warm pussy, all falling onto Deku’s face. He swipes some of it off his face with his fingers, places it in his mouth and swirls his tongue around his fingers savouring your taste.

“Shit you taste good. ” he says, staring down at you. The sound of a zipper being undone and the familiar jingle of a belt being kicked off the bed causes you to sit up. Deku rubs his dick up and down your pussy, watching it twitch from overstimulation. His eyes slowly rise from the filthy sight, unto your pleading eyes. “Can you take it? You ready for my dick princess?” He asks rubbing his top up and down your slick folds, awaiting your response. Too shy to respond you nod sheepishly, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Words princess words. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Want you fill me up with you dick.”

“You sure.”

His question seems to stump because all of a sudden you're not that sure. You sit up properly to observe his dick. His tip is furiously red, leaking with precum. He was pretty girthy, definitely enough to stretch you out. His take takes a slight curve to the left and it’s lined with veins from his base to the top.

“You’re big.” You mumble, staring at his dick that you seemed to be salivating over.

“Do you think we can make it fit princess?” He asks, One large hand gripping unto your hip as you sink back down into the bed. “You bite your lip in contemplation and nod slowly. “ I need you to be sure about this Y/N.”

“I want you deep in me Izuku.” You confess and with that his teasing tip begins to make an entrance in your pussy, pressing itself further in. His eyes train on your face and how it contorts as he pushes himself in. “Tell me when to go.”

“Keep going slowly.”

His dick slowly reaches further and further inside your walls, till soon you're ready. He doesn't hesitate as he rocks his hips, creating a steady rhythm. And it feels good, it all feels so damn good as he slides in and out of your aching pussy. “MHm Faster please faster.” You moan out. Deku heeds your instructions and begins rocking his hips, his tip brushing against your G-spot causing to briefly go over the edge every time. “Who knew you were dirty like this Y/N.” he says, thrusting in an out of you, watching your body bounce with every move. Your breasts hypnotisingly bouncing around making Deku speed up lightly just to watch your tits bounce faster. “ Look at you, going crazy over dick, is this how you really are?” He asks and by now he's pummeling in and out of your relentlessly. You scream out his name and claw on his back and he leans forward to fondle with your breasts.

“Fuck it feels so good don’t stop.”

“Ill have to if you keep squeezing me like that.” Your repetitive moans seem to send Deku over the edge. the thrusts stop and you feel hands underneath you pick you up to flip you over, laying you on your stomach. His hand pushes your head down dn you insitively put your ass up high in the hand, shaking it needily. Deku first slaps his tip along your pussy before giving a harsh slap t your ass, watching as it begins to tune red. His palms grip the flash of your ass like his life depended on it. Gripping it and using it to pummel into you. Your moans were muffled as he drilled you into the bed. Tears spill out your eyes from the immense pleasure.

“MM’GONNA COMEEEE.” you cry out.

“Aww can my baby not take it anymore.” he coos in your year, going even faster than before. “Please, please, please please.” you chant.

“Can you hold out until I tell you to come?” he asks, his grunts and groans mixing with your whimpers and moans, but the only way you can respond is in a string of curses.

Deku begins to pummel in and out of you at inhumane speed, you genuinely find it difficult to hold yourself up and he drives you deeper into the mattress, mind’s cloudy and fogged up, and the only thing going on is your cock drunk smile. “I'm coming princess, you wanna come with me?” he asks.

“YES!” You cry out.

“Come f’me baby, I want your pretty come allll over my dick.” The knot in your stomach breaks and your eyes screw shut, toes curling in ecstasy that washes over you like the big tides in the ocean. Your body immediately goes limp and your pussy oozes out your cum. Deku picks you up by your arms and finishes off with a few lazy thrusts, before placing you on the bed again.

You can't believe you've just fucked your best friend. You can’t believe you fucked Spiderman.

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you're welcome

[vikkirosko]

Can you do Angel, Alastor, Blitz, and vox with sinner reader that was a spartan warrior and survived every extermination till present time?

Headcanons Spartan Warrior

🕷 Angel Dust x sinner!Reader 💖

You and Angel met at a hotel where you had the role of a security guard. Outwardly, you didn't stand out from other sinners, except that you had a lot of scars. It was only later, from Vaggie, that he learned that you had been in Hell the longest, even longer than Charlie. He thought it was a joke until you told him yourself that you have been living in Hell for many years and every time the day of extermination came, you survived by fighting if necessary

Once upon a time you were a Spartan warrior and thanks to your skills you were able to survive for so long. You've seen how sinners have changed and how Hell has changed. However, there were things that remained unchanged, including you. You fought as before, but now you were protecting your friends. In particular, Angel, who was sympathetic to you, also came under your protection

From Charlie, you learned about what happened at the studio and soon, when Angel convinced you to go with him and Cherri to the club, you met Valentino there. You saw how uncomfortable Angel felt and that's why you stood up for him. You told Valentino that you weren't afraid of the giant moth and you weren't going to let it harm those you were protecting. Valentino was mad at you, but you could have fought back. You were used to fighting and Valentino understood that by starting a fight in a club he could ruin his reputation, so he left, and you were fuming

You understood that Angel couldn't stop working for Valentino for some reason, but you intended to protect Angel. You knew you couldn't protect him from everything, but you were going to try. For the first time, someone stood up for him and Angel was glad of it. He was glad you were on his side

📻 Alastor x sinner!Reader 🎙

Alastor has seen many different sinners. But even among them, you stood out. You've been in Hell a lot longer than he has, and must have been a lot longer than most. You were introduced by Charlie and you had the role of a hotel security guard. The reason why the princess and Vaggie entrusted you with this role was that you had been in Hell for many centuries and survived every day of extermination. This interested Alastor, because the only old-time sinner he knew was Zestial, one of the overlords

You remembered Hell as it was originally and sometimes you and Alastor chatted about those times that were before. He was fond of the times when radio was at the peak of popularity, and you remembered the times when you first saw the radio, in principle, because when you were alive there was nothing like that. Alastor liked talking to you, because your views on some things were similar

Alastor saw how you fought and he couldn't help but note the fact that you were really a good fighter, but you respected Alastor's strength, recognizing him as a strong fighter, which could not but please his ego. Alastor understood that if you wanted to, you could become one of the overlords, but you weren't interested. Alastor was interested in finding out what was more important to you than the opportunity to gain power, so he continued to watch you, intending to find out the truth sooner or later

Despite the outward friendliness towards each other, you and Alastor were watching each other. You realized that you both had secrets that most likely could have an impact on others, so you continued to observe. Alastor intended to find out your secrets before you found out his

🖥 Vox x sinner!Reader 📱

Vox understood that it was normal for overlord to have a bodyguard, but he approached this issue with great scrupulousness. He looked at a lot of options until he came across your candidacy. What struck him the most was how long you've been in Hell. You were, it would seem, one of those units who lasted a very long time, surviving every day of extermination. Vox was sure that you would be perfect for this job

Once upon a time, a long time ago, you were a Spartan warrior. However, it has been a long time since then, but your experience as a warrior has come in handy in your job. You watched Vox work, you listened to him complain to you about Valentino and Velvette, how angry he was at Alastor. Vox appreciated that you didn't annoy him and that you always did a great job. Even outside of work, you got along well

You stayed with him even when your working day was coming to an end. Sometimes he would ask you why you, who had been in Hell for so long, didn't try to become an overlord. Your answer surprised him. You told him that you are not a ruler and never have been. You are a warrior and you know how to fight. However, you were willing to help him keep his place

Vox was glad that you appeared in his life. Thanks to you, he felt better even on difficult days. You couldn't always say encouraging words, but you always listened to him, you defended him. He felt really comfortable and protected next to you

😈 Blitzø x sinner!Reader 🐴

Blitzø knew that every year sinners died on the day of extermination. He didn't worry much about it, receiving money from those sinners who managed to use the services of I.M.P. When you came to his office, he was sure that you also wanted revenge, but you asked if he had a job. Blitzø was surprised by your question. He was even more surprised that you had been in Hell for a very, very long time

You were once a Spartan warrior. You're used to surviving, because you've been going through the day of extermination year after year, and so on for hundreds of years. It was really impressive, so Blitzø decided to give you a chance. It was unusual for you to go to the human world, but over the years of living in Hell you have learned to adapt. Your fighting skills were also at their best, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to live so long. Blitzø loved spending time with you and it was mutual

You often kept him company, both during normal hours and during work. You were a good partner during battles, serious and stern, and in everyday life Blitzø helped you stop constantly waiting for an attack and relax. He wanted to show you that there were also ordinary days when the need to fight was much less than on the day of extermination

Sometimes Blitzø wished you could leave the Pride Ring. He would like to visit the most interesting places of Hell with you, but since there was no such opportunity, he intended to make your life in Hell full of vivid emotions and events

[poisonedprose]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕷. KINKTOBER DAY 07. EAT ME UP!

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 0.4k words, kinktober smut, oral fixation, pussy drunk, head (f receiving), overstim (f), slight dacryphilia, bed humping (m), pet names (cutie pie, baby)

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Your brain felt mushy from how long Leon had been between your legs, and he showed no signs of stopping. His skillful tongue licked long strips through your folds and then plunged into your sopping and abused hole, all with a smirk on his face. Your face was hot and your thighs were trembling, but Leon insisted on just one more.

Thick tears streamed down your flushed cheeks as Leon blessed you with pleasure and cursed you with pain all the same. The smirk he wore never faltered, not even once. His hips desperately rut into the mattress beneath him, staining his grey sweatpants. Your shaky fingers carded through his hair, pulling and squeezing it as you felt your umpteenth orgasm approach.

Leon chuckles at the way you writhe against the sultry sheets, bucking your hips further into his face. One hand was wrapped around your thigh while the other rested on your stomach, rubbing horizontal lines to soothe you. You couldn't think straight, salty tears staining your lips. "Is my cutie pie crying?" He taunts with a small chuckle against your cunt.

You whine a small "Leonnn" through your tears, scolding him in the worst sense for his teasing. His tongue pressed flat against your swollen and sensitive clit as some sort of apology. "Can't help it, baby. You look so cute like this... So precious..." He mumbles, licking and sucking like you were his last meal. "Could keep y'like this forever." He groans, drunk on the way you taste. Even his pupils were dilated in adoration.

The room was filled with your moans and whimpers, mingling with the wet noises of Leon's mouth on your most sensitive spot. The intense pleasure built up within you, wave after wave, threatening to consume you completely. Your body arched off the bed, wanting more of his touch, as your breath hitched in anticipation of yet another mind-blowing release.

"Come on, baby. You're almost there." He groaned again, sensing your impending orgasm. His hips moved in time with his tongue, leading you both to an insane amount of pleasure. You push your head into the pile of pillows behind you, back arching off the bed as Leon's tongue guides you through another orgasm. 

He whines into your sopping wet cunt as he follows in pursuit, cumming on the soft fabric of his pants. His whines made your orgasm all the more glorious to bask in. You whine incoherent words of Leon's name and 'oh my god's and even the occasional 'i love you's. 

Leon smirked as you came down from your high, but unlike you expected, he didn't pull his mouth away from your warm cunt. "Just one more, I promise." He smiles up at you sweetly even though he's lying straight through his teeth. 

[weeeeeekly]

“are you okay?” – mark lee x gn!reader

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blurb On Earth-127, Mark is an ordinary biomed major at Neo Culture Institute of Technology, but when he’s not studying for class, he’s out saving New York City as Spider-Man. The job is hard, but he manages it. It also doesn’t hurt that his new friend is just his type.

info not edited, no afab/fem mention, mainly gender neutral, no reader body shape mention, no use of y/n, swearing, non-idol au, college au, college student!mark, spiderman!mark (obvi), reader is assigned lactose intolerant. johnny & jaehyun as mark’s besties. mark & reader are 22 and johnny & jaehyun are 24. everyone else is 21. ft. jungwoo & 00 line of nct/riize as frat bros. loosely based off a combo of the mcu spider-man movies, ncit house, 200 music video, & superman ii

WARNINGS!!! SFW but MDNI 18+ blog, kinda suggestive but nothing explicit in this, swearing, mentions of almost dying, not proofread just pure free flowing thought, mention of vaping (not by mark or reader), & mention of consuming alcohol

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author’s note !! HAPPY belated MFING BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL BOYF MARK LEE. i meant to post this right after 200 came out, then for his birthday, and now it’s finally finished as an early birthday present for myself… this is very much self-indulgent.

a passion project if you will. i hope there are others that also have spider-mark brain rot. ESPECIALLY AFTER 200!!! it was bad before like in the ncit house video, but it’s even worse now. a real labor of love except everything i do is a labor of love because why would i write about something i’m not passionate about in my free time.

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me or inspired by the mcu spider-man movies, ncit house video, & mark’s 200 music video. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned.

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Mark loves his job.

Nothing made him happier than donning the red and blue one-piece suit with the arachnoid symbol on the center of the chest and pulling down the matching mask. He was pretty proud of his sewing skills. Hopefully the elderly owner of the downtown fabric store never puts the puzzle pieces together.

He was still fairly new to being Spider-Man – only being bitten at the beginning of last semester and using the summer to work out the kinks – this spring semester would show his improvement.

His school schedule was class schedule was calm with classes only on Tuesday and Thursday in the morning and evening with the rest online. With the perfect amount of time throughout busy days to sneak away to patrol the city. The rest of the weekdays were dedicated to working at the college radio station. It allowed Mark to work around his own schedule as he could pre-record segments and cue up pre-made playlists.

The morning of the first day of the new semester was looking like an average day, helping civilians with minimal tasks like crossing busy streets and saving pets in trees.

Swinging to university was his favorite form of transportation as it was convenient but at the same time fun as sailing through the air was incomparable to any other experience. Mark landed on the roof of the old bell tower as he quickly changed into a pair of clothes he stashed in a hidden backpack on the ceiling ledge. Nothing too exciting, just a maroon tee, brown cargo pants, and black converse. He made quick work to stash his suit inside his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

He walked down the spiral staircase as he put on his headphones and checked his phone.

            apartment 721

johnny dude r u coming to shoot some hoops?

jaehyun are we playing basketball or should I skip for football practice?

mark be there in 5

Mark raced across the university lawn, passing unassuming students that would never know his secret. The early morning hours provided more security for his secret as most people around him were either too busy rushing to their 8 AM lecture or too tired from pulling another all-nighter.

When he reached the basketball courts, Mark tucked his bag in between Jaehyun’s massive athletic bag and Johnny’s decked out in pins and patches. The duo was goofing off with a basketball as they made obnoxious moves before shooting for the hoop.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.”

Johnny pauses as he turns toward his best friend before tossing the ball. Mark effortlessly catches it due to his built-up reflexes from stopping local crimes.

“Yo guess who finally decided to show up.” Johnny remarks as Mark makes a 3 pointer.

Jaehyun and Johnny both share a look as the former greets Mark, “You’ve gotten really good at basketball in a short amount of time… like crazy good.”

“Yeah man. You used to not be able to even get the ball in while standing still, but now you’re even better than Mr. Team Captain over here.”

Mark shrugs as he dribbles the ball, “I’m not even close to Jaehyun’s level, dude. He’s the best player.”

“Okay then go to the other side of the court and make it in.”

Mark looks at Johnny as Jaehyun chugs some water but gives in as he walks to the end of the court.

Mark is pretty sure that his sharp reflexes only work for short distances or when he’s out being Spider-Man, so the dare shouldn’t tip his best friends off. Mark dribbles the ball a bit before throwing the ball in the direction of the hoop.

Luckily, the ball goes over the hoop and proving to Johnny and Jaehyun that he still sucks at basketball, but unluckily almost hits a passerby.

You.

“Airball!”

You turn to the source of the noise as you let out a surprised yell as you duck to avoid the rouge basketball, falling to the ground and letting out a string of curses. Mark rushes over after his Spidey senses went off, shooting a ball of webs to knock it off its course of hitting you.

“Are you okay?”

You look up to see a concerned Mark as he helps you up, “Dude, I am so sorry. That could have ended really badly. Did you get hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Johnny and Jaehyun follow Mark to check up on you as you stare at the 3 attractive men paying too much attention to you.

“I’m okay, really. I didn’t even get hit. Just was caught off guard.”

The trio are unconvinced as they inspect your arms and head. Mark is focused on checking for any injury – even a millimeter of a scratch – on your right arm as Jaehyun checks the range of motion on your left arm and Johnny is asking you how many fingers he’s holding up.

“I’m not hurt, but I’ll still get checked up the clinic.” You bargain to get the attractive strangers to stop dotting over you.

“I’ll walk you!” Mark volunteers as he grabs your backpack off the floor and waves bye to his friends. Johnny and Jaehyun refuse to leave until they exchange their number with you to check up but also to make it up to you later. You tell them that it’s not necessary, but the pair insist as Mark gets you to leave.

He quickly introduces himself and you do it in return. Walking to the clinic was peaceful as both you and Mark’s steps were in sync. The crisp spring air helped calm your nerves. You know that you weren’t hurt but it would be best to get a check-up by a nurse.

“I’m really sorry again.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Let’s just get you to the clinic.”

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After a quick check-up with a nurse, you are deemed “okay” with no external or internal injuries. Mark gives you back your backpack as you thank him and are returned with another long string of apologies.

“Here, let me – no us – make it up to you.” Mark opens his phone to create a group chat between the four of you.

            we’re sorry

            mark if ur free this week we would like to buy u lunch

            bc dinner sounds like a date

            not that we wouldn’t date u

            u seem great !

            this is mark btw

            johnny what mark is trying to say is that we don’t want to make you uncomfortable

but we also want to make it up to you so lunch this week - johnny

            jaehyun it’s jaehyun i know a great café w vegan options

            you you guys really don’t have to make it up to me

            i’m okay !! a nurse checked me

            johnny thank god ur not hurt

“So, are you free this week?”

You look away from your phone at Mark staring at you. You quickly look away at the students walking past you. You feel nervous as Mark is cute and being near him is not helping your poor heart.

“Yeah, I can do Wednesday or this weekend.”

You have to work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with your two in-person classes on the other days and your two fully online classes spread throughout the week. Luckily, working at the bookstore on campus was flexible and allowed you to complete homework whenever you had free time.

“I know this is an annoying question, but what’s your year and major?”

“I’m a sophomore majoring in Health Sciences.”

Mark’s eyes light up, “I’m a sophomore too! But I’m a Biomed major. We’re kinda in similar majors.”

“We might even have a class together.” You joke and let out a laugh, but your mouth shuts as Mark has his printed schedule in hands and extended in your direction.

Your joke turns out to be true as you both share the same evening class on Tuesday and Thursday. Which is a good thing because at least you know someone in that class. A friend possibly.

“Do you work?”

“I work at the radio, so if you ever tune into 27.1 FM you will hear playlists I put together.”

“Ugh, that sounds like such a fun job. I work at the bookstore. I mean, don’t get me wrong I like it there, but it’s never busy for my shifts.”

A notification on Mark’s phone makes him freeze up, but before you can ask what’s wrong he quickly bids you goodbye as he rushes off. You decide to head to work and hope that nothing else out of the ordinary happens today.

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On the plus side, your shared class with Mark has been going well so far. During the first class the day after you met him, you got to the classroom early and saved him a seat.

You watch as people slowly trickle into class as you held out a small hope that Mark would want to sit next to you. The class was almost full with just a handful of seats left – two directly in front of the professor’s podium, one in the very back by the other door, and the one you’ve been saving. He arrives at the last minute, and you watch him scan the room, hopefully looking for you, but once your eyes meet and Mark grins, your heart started racing.

Squeezing between people already in their seats, he reaches the open seat as you move your backpack from the chair to under the table. The professor starts the first day lecture of going over the syllabus, but you tune them out as your attention was… elsewhere.

Mark sits next to you, typing on his laptop as the professor talks. His outfit is a simple green hoodie with tan cargo pants and beat up black converse, yet the outfit compliments him. His hair is fluffy and a little messy as he runs his hand through it in an attempt to fix it. You notice that he’s breathing hard like he ran to get to class. You reach into your backpack to grab your water bottle and place it next to his hand. Mark pauses from typing notes as you turn your head back to the professor.

“Thanks.” He mumbles as he drinks the water.

“Don’t worry, I have another water bottle in my car. You can just give it back to me next class.” You whisper back while pretending to be interested in the professor’s grading policy.

When the second class rolls around, you’re surprised to see Mark is the first person in class, sitting in the same spot with his backpack on the seat you were sitting in last time and your water bottle on the table.

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Saturday is the only day you are all free for lunch. Jaehyun, who keeps telling you to call him Jae, promises that this lunch will be the best lunch of your life and how he knows a worker. He’s brought it up every time he saw you while you were working. Johnny was no help either as he kept asking you super specific questions you would have no idea how to answer.

Johnny leans on a display table full of notebooks while flipping through a psychology textbook, “What kind of wood is this table?”

You let out another deep sigh as you put on your customer service voice to answer yet another question from Johnny Suh. “Sorry, I don’t know.”

“Do you know someone who would?”

Johnny smirks as he puts on his sunglasses. You turn around to reshelve new chemistry textbooks when a tap on your shoulder has you seeing Jaehyun holding a cookbook open.

“Do you like” He turns the cookbook back to himself as he squints, “Maultaschen?”

“What do you know about Germany?”

Jaehyun closes the cookbook as he shoots you his best dimpled smile, “Nothing.”

“Guys, I’m trying to work.”

“Yeah, and we’re being customers.”

Johnny sasses you as he pushes the cart of textbooks away from you. “Don’t pretend that we don’t make your shifts better.”

You can’t argue that because it is true, but you’re also afraid that your boss might think you’re slacking and goofing around with friends on the clock.

“I do love it when you guys come see me while I’m working, but I don’t want my boss to think I’m slacking.”

Jaehyun leans on your shoulder as he looks around the empty bookstore. “Bro, you’re the best employee here by far, but if your boss thinks otherwise, we can give a good review.”

“You? Slacking?” Johnny lets out a laugh as puts some textbooks on the highest shelf. “Slacking is scared of you. And Spider-Man.”

“Here he goes.” Jaehyun rolls his eyes as Johnny scoffs.

“Spider-Man is the coolest superhero ever. I’m jealous of all the people that get to see him work in real time.”

“Spider-Man?”

Johnny’s jaw drops, “Yo… you don’t know Spider-Man? You know, the masked guy in blue and red and has a spider sign on his chest. Stops bank robbers and saves people in car crashes. The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

“Oh… his name is Spider-Man?”

“Yeah. I don’t wanna brag, but” Johnny leans closer to you, “I basically coined the name. The story’s really cool and super long, so I’ll save it for lunch.”

The other brunette fixes his backpack straps, “I should head to basketball practice soon, but we’ll text you later with the details. See you tomorrow.”

The duo leaves you to finish your tasks, but with less work as they helped while talking to you. You can’t help fighting the smile on your face at the idea of having plans with friends.

Lunch! With friends! Friends that you made in university and not the same friends you had back home that you knew from elementary school.

Maybe things were looking up for you.

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Spider-Man business had never been easier. Petty thefts had gone down. The city was running smoothly like normal, which was great for Mark as he could focus on schoolwork and improving his swinging skills.

Currently, the vigilante was patrolling the city on the lookout for any danger. Nothing was coming through the crime watch app connected to his watch. He has 10 more minutes until lunch with Johnny, Jaehyun, and You.

Once he reaches the café building’s rooftop, Mark drops down and enters through the stairwell door going directly into the janitor’s room to change. The doors are unlocked, which is not the safest but it’s convenient for Mark, he quickly changes into a white tee, light wash jeans, and the same black converse. The suit and mask are stuffed into his backpack as he goes back out to the roof to web down to the ground to enter through the café entrance like a normal person.

He's constantly on the lookout as he drops down near the trash bins. When he walks in, Mark is the first out of your group to arrive. He snags a booth in the corner as he checks his phone.

            we’re sorry

            mark i got us a booth

            jaehyun be there in 5

            image attached

Mark smiles at the selfie Jaehyun took with him and Johnny on either side of you. Jaehyun does a peace sign pose, Johnny is making a kissy face, and you’re just softly smiling. A smile that Mark Lee cannot look away from.

“What are you looking at?”

Mark gets spooked by you as Johnny and Jaehyun slide into the opposite side leaving you to sit next to him. He quickly locks his phone as his roommates give him teasing looks.

The server, Na Jaemin from fraternity Dream, hands out menus and readies his tablet. “Hi. Can I get you all started with any drinks?”

“2 vanilla iced coffees, 1 mango smoothie, and 1 ice matcha latte with coconut milk.” Johnny easily recites as Jaemin types it.

“I’ll be back with those as you look over the menu.”

As Jaemin walks away, you look surprised at Johnny, “How did you know my drink order?”

“You’ve sent a selfie with the same drink the past three days.”

You slump back against the cushion. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Not as embarrassing as Johnny thinking he named Spider-Man.”

Mark tenses at the mention of his other identity. He steals a glance in your direction to see if you noticed, but you’re too busy watching his friends start bickering.

“Bro! I totally did!”

“No, dude. You did not.”

Before the duo can start up another pointless fight, you remind Johnny of his story time.

“At least someone’s interested. As I was saying before, it was early October last year and I was walking to the subway when this massive car crash happened in front of me. I thought I was going to get killed, but then I was suddenly out of the way. Some dude in spandex had pulled me out of the way of one of the cars and then he started pulling people out of the wreck. He even jumped over a 10-ton truck. It was insane. After the fire department and ambulance came to help, the dude shot out a web and it came to me, “Spider-Man”, so I yelled that, and he turned around to give me a thumbs up before swinging away. So basically Spider-Man owes me for that copyright, but I’ll let it slide because he saved my life.”

Mark laughs at Johnny’s retelling of the story because of the way he tells people. The superhero was just glad that he had the spidey sense to save one of his best friends.

Jaemin comes back with the drinks and takes food orders.

“Spider-Man is cool. I’m a fan.”

Mark chokes on the first sip of his smoothie from your casual confession as Johnny high fives you.

“Why do you like the Spider Boy?” Jaehyun questions you. Mark sits up slightly straighter in his seat as he focuses all his attention on your answer.

“Do you remember that major subway incident where some asshole pushed that lady onto the tracks?”

The guys nod their heads.

“I was waiting for the train when it happened. I didn’t see the asshole that did it as I was on my phone, but then the frantic yelling of people started and some good samaritans trying to help the lady off the tracks. Then, all of the sudden, Spider-Man runs in and saves her. Thank god he did before the train arrived and he calmed her down while she told him about the person who did it. I just remember feeling so useless but wanting to do more.”

Mark looks over at you as you stir your drink with a spoon, his heart sinking as he remembers. It was the first time he became a hero. The first person he saved – Ms. Smith works at the corner flower shop that his mom loves.

“And I even… never mind.”

“No finish your sentence.”

“Johnny’s going to make fun of me.”

“I won’t let him.”

“Well, I kinda have a crush on him.” You immediately put your head between your arms on the table in an effort to hide away.

Mark freezes at your confession as Jaehyun lets out an “awe” and Johnny’s jaw drops.

“You like Spider-Man?”

“I know. How do you even like a person when you’ve never seen their face, but it’s his personality. In every story about him saving or helping others, he’s always described as the nicest person ever.”

Mark’s ears are turning red from the compliment. He would have asked for what else you thought about Spider-Man, but Jaemin came back with their orders.

“Yo Jaehyun, are you coming to DREAM’s party Friday?”

“I should be free next week if that invitation extends to my friends.”

“Any friend of Jaehyun’s is a friend of mine. Can you get the football team to bring kegs again? Haechan’s throwing the party this time and he won’t shut the fuck up about it.”

“I can get the guys together to do that. I’ll text him.”

“Thanks man. Enjoy your food, guys.”

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You and Mark meet up and walk to class together. He fills you in on all the bullshit Johnny and Jaehyun got into over the weekend. Something about making a short film where they switch bodies and tried to get Mark to film it.

Before you both can enter the building where your class is, the distant sound of sirens gets closer. You ignore it as you go to open the door, but Mark stops you.

“I, um, have a family emergency so I’ll miss class. Text me. Bye.” Mark weirdly stammers before giving you a quick hug.

You’re left standing in shock as he runs away.

Mark runs to the dumpster behind the university as he quickly changes into his suit. He stuffs his clothes in his backpack and webs it to a lamppost before heading into action. His spidey sense alerted him as soon as the sirens passed, and the app informed him of a fire in an apartment complex a street up.

Once he swings onto the scene, firefighters are battling the fire and evacuating the building. Mark propels himself to the top floor to check for any civilians.

You’re concerned about Mark as he left abruptly and isn’t responding to any of your texts.

            you i hope your family emergency isn’t too serious

            just let me know you’re ok!

            we didn’t do too much in class, but i’ll send my notes

            going to the library after class to print something for a class

You’ve never been to the library at 10 PM on a Tuesday night, but there’s a first time for everything. It was shitty that your printer in your dorm had to stop working last night. The first floor of the library was unsurprisingly packed with students as the university’s coffee shop was adjoined and open until 2 AM.

You got into the elevator as the printers were located on the fourth floor. The fourth floor was empty because most people preferred to keep electronic files electronic, but of course your morning class’ professor made the class print their papers to turn in.

Printing the paper was a quick task. There was certainly no line to wait in. You tuck the sacred 5-page paper into a folder to keep pristine and leave the library. You check your phone again for any word from Mark, but nothing. You go to call him, but then the elevator jerks to a stop as the light shuts off. You press the emergency call button and wait for an operator. You try calling Mark again, but your phone can’t get cell service and your battery’s dying.

Sinking to your knees, you hang your head between your hands as the ringing becomes background noise.

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Mark rushes back to university after the fire, swiftly changing back and shoving his suit into his bag. He checks his phone to see the texts from you and calls you. When your call goes immediately to voicemail, he knows something is wrong.

The hair on the back of his neck stands up and Mark books it to the library. The first floor is filled with chatter and students looking normal so he knows that only you must be in trouble. He goes to the elevators where there’s a student waiting for one.

“Are you waiting for the elevator?”

The girl looks up from texting, “Yup, the other one isn’t working again. Ugh so annoying.”

Fuck.

The other elevator returns and Mark steps in with the girl. She presses the next floor and goes back to her phone.

A million scenarios play out in Mark’s mind. Were you claustrophobic? How long have you been stuck in the elevator? Were you alone?

The silent ride was eating him alive as every second felt like an eternity.

When the doors open and Mark basically throws himself out of the elevator as the girl walks around him, judging. Mark’s senses aren’t going off on the second or third floor, he goes up again.

The second the elevator starts moving up to the fourth floor, his senses kick in. When the doors open, Mark calls out your name. When your muffled voice responds from the neighboring elevator he sighs in relief.

“Mark, can you help me?”

“Is help on the way?”

“No.” Mark starts freaking out. “The emergency button doesn’t work, and my phone died a little while ago, but it wouldn’t even help because my service wasn’t working.”

“Why didn’t you call 911?”

“I’m not dying or in serious trouble!”

“W-what? This is an emergency! Hold on let me get someone!”

Mark runs down the hallway and quick changes into Spider-Man. He shoves his backpack behind a printer in the back corner and runs back to you.

Mark clears his throat before speaking in a lower tone, “Hi!”

“Um hi?”

“I’m going to open the elevator doors, so please stand back!”

“Okay!”

Mark places his hands in the middle of both doors as he pushes the doors open by force. After getting them open he holds out a hand to you as you look at him, well Spider-Man, in shock.

“Spider-Man?”

“Are you okay?”

You feebly nod as you allow Mark to pull you towards him.

“Are you sure you’re fine? I can take you to a clinic.”

You shake your head as Mark leads you down the stairs to the first floor while calming you down, passing confused or excited students. When both of you reach the entrance, Mark tells a skeptical security guard about the broken elevator.

Mark is about to swing away to change when you grab his hand. “Did you see my friend? He has brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a yellow hoodie?”

“I sensed there was someone in trouble and he said he was finding a janitor.”

“Thanks, I’ll go find him. And, um, thank you again.”

Mark looks into your eyes full of gratitude and sends you a wave before swinging away. He makes sure to get far enough before u-turning to the back of the library to change. 5 minutes later, he’s running around to the entrance where you are still standing in shock.

Mark pulls you into a hug as you tell him how Spider-Man saved you.

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Haechan’s party was tonight, and you had no idea what you were going to wear.

Jaehyun had surprised you at 8 in morning by waking you up, endlessly calling your phone until you told him the password to open the door. A code you were going to immediately change after he leaves.

“Jae, it’s too early for any bullshit.”

He moves his sunglasses from his face to push back his hair, looking dangerously sexy. You have to shield your eyes from his blinding attractiveness.

“I need some help getting the kegs from Jungwoo.”

“Ugh,” You draw out the word as you throw one of your extra pillows at him which he catches, “I don’t want to get up.”

“Okay.” Jaehyun says as he effortlessly picks you up from your bed. “Now you’re up.”

“Put me down, Jeong.”

“Woah, not the last name. Putting you down.”

He gently sets you on your feet from the princess carry he was holding you in.

“I don’t want to know where you’re storing all that muscle to be able to pick me up.”

He smirks, “Wanna see my 8 pack?”

“Absolutely not. Now stand outside in the lobby so I can change.”

You meet him in the lobby after quickly throwing on an oversized shirt and biker shorts. You check over your bag that you have everything you need for the day – your phone, lip balm, sunscreen, your wallet, hand sanitizer, blotting sheets, and your water bottle.

“Okay, I guess I’m ready to tackle the day with you.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything too crazy.”

“I have very little trust in you at 8:30 AM.”

He puts his free hand on his chest as he fakes getting hurt, “You wound me.”

You roll your eyes in response as you start walking out of your dorm building, Jaehyun following you from behind.

Jaehyun leads the way to the football field as you walk next to him. The walk isn’t too bad and soon enough you hear various guys yelling and spot footballs flying through the air.

“Hey Jungwoo!”

A shirtless, blonde guy jogs up to the you two and dabs Jaehyun up.

“Hey Captain! I thought you weren’t coming to practice until later?” Jungwoo smiles before turning to you, “Oh, and you are?”

You politely introduce yourself as Jungwoo stares into your soul. “It’s a shame I haven’t seen your pretty face around.”

His remark takes you aback as you turn in shock to Jaehyun.

“Right? Imagine my surprise when I saw her for the first time.”

You avoid eye contact, not sure how to respond. “Um… thanks. We’re here to pick up some kegs?”

“Oh right! Let me get Yangyang.”

Jungwoo calls out to another guy behind him, thankfully he is clothed because you don’t know if you could survive another attractive, shirtless guy. He runs up as he greets you.

“I have it in my car, so follow me. Jungwoo, tell coach I went to the nurse or something.”

“Okay!”

Jungwoo jogs off to get back to practice. You and Jaehyun follow Yangyang to his car so he can drop you off at the DREAM frat house. The drive is short since the fraternity and sorority houses are near campus and the sports facilities.

Outside of the DREAM fraternity house on the front lawn are a few guys running around with water guns. The three of you get out of the car, grabbing their attention. Yangyang and Jaehyun wave at them causing one of them to run inside. As the kegs are being unloaded from the trunk, who you presume Haechan is, walks out.

The pretty boy with purple hair waves at you as he takes a hit from his neon green vape. He walks over as he blows a fat cloud into the air and pockets the vape.

He nods his head at you and leans against Yangyang’s car. “Hey.”

“Hi?”

“Are you coming to the party tonight?”

“Yeah?”

“Cool.” He wets his lips as he looks you up and down, “Wear something hot, ‘kay?”

“Okay?”

He gets off Yangyang’s car as he winks at you.

“Thanks for the kegs. I’ll get the guys to bring them into the garage.”

Haechan taps his phone causing the garage door to open showing you the set of workout equipment on the side and a black Porsche parked inside. 2 guys with blonde and Oreo hair come out from the door inside and start moving the kegs.

“Hey Shotaro! Hey Renjun!”

Jaehyun calls out as the frat bros wave back at him.

“So, are you ready to go?” Yangyang stands next to you as you nod. He opens the passenger door for you to get inside. Jaehyun sits smack in the middle in the uncomfortable seat so he can talk to you.

“What next?”

“Our pretty girl might need a shopping trip.”

You felt like the “ugly” but actually stunning main girl whose only transformation is taking off their glasses or hair out from a ponytail and it’s the makeover montage scene in a 2000s romcom. Jaehyun and Yangyang were running around in the local mall piling on different types of clothes into your arms to try on.

Two hours passed by already and you were getting sweaty from trying on the various combinations of tops, skirts or jeans, and dresses. It was annoyingly sweet of Jaehyun and Yangyang, who you just met today, to go out of their way to help you find something to wear.

“Honestly, I could find something in my closet or a thrift store.”

“If we don’t find something in the next 30 minutes I know a good thrift store.” Yangyang throws a black minidress at you and you let it hit your face.

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As you walk down the street where Johnny parked while fixing the biker shorts under your dress.

Johnny opens the front door of the fraternity only for you to be greeted by the sight of a hundred or so people engaging in various acts of grinding, making out, drinking, or dancing to whatever playlist DJ Yangyang picked.

“Oh my god.” You walk in as Jaehyun and Johnny tail behind you, making sure to stare down anyone who looks at you in a mean or creepy way.

You smile and wave at Yangyang in the corner of the living room as he motions at your trio to come over. The three of you move through the crowd of people partying and try not to have any kind of alcohol accidentally spilling on your new outfit.

Yangyang removes the headphones from his head to his neck and talks in your ear, “You look hot!”

“Thank you! Can we get you anything?”

“Whatever has the least amount of alc by volume.”

“Got it.”

Johnny, Jaehyun, and You find the kitchen entrance behind Yangyang’s DIY DJ booth and open the various coolers filled with alcohol. Johnny helps you pick out Yangyang’s drink from the sea of canned beverages while Jaehyun gets drinks for you all.

As you walk back to give Yangyang his drink, Haechan is talking to him and spots you getting closer to them.

“Well, aren’t you a sight to behold.”

Haechan holds a handout as you take it, spinning you around him.

“That dress fits you perfectly.”

You shyly thank him as you did feel amazing in the red and black dress you bought at a thrift store after the three of you gave up at the mall earlier, but you hid the dress from them so you could pay for it. Jaehyun couldn’t stop staring at you and Johnny couldn’t stop complimenting you when they picked you up from your dorm. You felt that you needed to donate some of your old clothes to keep the good streak going.

The people around you start yelling and both of your heads turn in the direction of the kitchen when a loud crash is heard.

“Fuck. I bet someone tipped over a keg stand. Gotta go.”

He winks at you as he walks into the kitchen. You look around the room to see that J² are nowhere to be seen.

            you hey!! where did you guys go??

            johnny  we’re upstairs hanging with mark

            johnny jeno and jaemin are coming down to get u

You stand by the end of the staircase as you scroll on your phone when someone taps the back of your shoulder. Turning around to see 2 more beautiful guys as they smile at you. The guy with black hair and an undercut introduces himself as Jeno and the guy with brown hair introduces himself as Jaemin.

J² sent 2J to get you. Funny.

They kindly escort you upstairs, down a hallway on the left, and to the room at the end. The door has a sign that says

“HAECHANNIE’S ROOM!

LADIES - FREE

GUYS - $20”

You knock on the door and walk in after Johnny says it’s open.

“Hey.” You greet Johnny, Jaehyun, and Mark who are sitting on the bed with various drinks and snacks surrounding them. Mark moves a reuseable bag full of chips so you can sit next to him as Jeno and Jaemin sit on beanbags.

“So, how’s the party going for y’all?” You ask the frat bros as you dig into a bag of your favorite chips.

Jeno and Jaemin jump into a story of how Renjun challenged Haechan and Shotaro to a keg stand contest where Shotaro won and Haechan complained the rest of the time setting up. Haechan also must carry out a dare later tonight, but Renjun is keeping it a secret.

During the story, you keep looking at Mark to see his expressions throughout the story time. You like him, you realized this after Spider-Man saved you in the elevator, the way Mark comforted you and stayed with you the entire night. Even sleeping on the pull-out bed attached to your bed that was a little too small for him. Mark was paying attention to the story, but right after 2J finished telling the story, he abruptly gets up and runs out the room.

“Is Mark okay?” You ask bewildered as the rest of the guys are nonchalant.

“Oh yeah, Mark does this a lot.” Jaemin tells you as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Really?”

Johnny nods, “Yeah ever since the start of last year Mark’s been really weird like weirder than usual.”

“And stronger for some reason.” Jaehyun adds. “We started working out together last semester. When he thought I wasn’t looking, he maxed out the bench press. I can’t do that and I’m active in sports.”

“So now we think he’s doing steroids.”

“Dude don’t say that.”

“Kidding,” Johnny says as he looks at you. “But there is something going on… like he’s keeping a secret from us.”

“Are you insinuating that Mark is Spider-Man?”

Johnny shrugs. “I didn’t say that, but I also did not not say that.”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, dude.”

“I’m literally sober. I have to drive you and Jaehyun home tonight.”

As you’re handing Johnny a bottle of water, Shotaro opens the door.

“Johnny or Jaehyun, can you please talk Haechan out of jumping from the roof into the pool.”

The two oldest guys let out a sigh as they get up to stop Haechan from doing something stupid and getting hurt.

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Your little group stands outside on the pool deck as people crowd around the pool chanting at Haechan to “jump”. Johnny and Jaehyun are sticking their head out of someone’s room scolding a tipsy Haechan who is standing near the ledge. It’s only 7 feet between the roof and the pool, but the pool is another 6 feet to dive into and the entire situation just screams “danger” to you.

Haechan is getting dangerously close to the edge causing Johnny to step out onto the roof as Jaehyun holds one of his hands.

“Haechan, we’re bringing you inside.”

“No.” He puffs a cloud of vape into Johnny’s face.

“You’re being an asshole, get in.”

Haechan’s balance is off because as he steps back a bit, his right foot misses the ledge. You can’t watch. The crowd is yelling. You look away only to see a figure jump over the fence.

Spider-Man thwips a web to put an inflatable pool floatie a foot of the ground with another floatie under it to cushion Haechan’s fall. Thankfully, Haechan falls right on the floatie and is safe from breaking a bone or something worse on the concrete.

“Are you okay?” The masked hero asks Haechan as he helps him stand up and check his body.

An eerily similar situation that mirrors exactly what Mark did when you were almost hit by a basketball.

Rushing over to Haechan, you hug him as you’re actively scolding him.

“Never do that ever again! You could have broken your legs or spine or died!”

“Excuse me.” Spider-Man clears his throat as you turn your head to him. “Are you a friend of his?”

“Yes.”

“It would be best to check that he doesn’t have any injuries and keep him inside.”

“Johnny’s probably going to bubble wrap him now.”

“I have to go now but have a good night.”

Spider-Man waves you and everyone else at the party bye as the crowd cheers for him. He then swings out of DREAM’s backyard as Johnny, Jaehyun, Jeno, and Jaemin meet you outside. They all hug Haechan and scold him as well.

“You’re cut off.”

“Seriously?” Haechan whines.

“From everything. End of discussion.”

Most of the crowd disperses inside to tell or show their friends a video of Spider-Man saving Haechan. You’re putting the pool floaties back in the pool when you almost fall in.

“Hey–woah there!”

You look wide up at Mark, who appeared out of nowhere, holding your waist to stop you from accidentally falling in the pool.

“Mark! Thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime.”

You stand back up away from the pool ledge as you smile at Mark. You notice that he’s sweating a bit.

“Could we head inside? I, um, wanted to ask you something.”

He nods his head as the two of you walk inside and then upstairs where there aren’t that many people. You hear commotion in the hallway that leads to Haechan’s room. You’re both curious, so you walk down the hallway to see Jaehyun standing guard outside his room.

“What is happening?”

“Johnny is inside making sure Haechan can’t escape out his window. Well, if he can get out of the bubble wrap duct taped to his body.”

“Figures. Mark and I are going to talk in someone’s room.”

“Oh?” Jaehyun gives you a look.

“We’re not going to fuck in someone’s bed.”

“Sure it isn’t.”

Mark blushes as you grab his hand to walk away down the other hallway. You spot Shotaro standing outside his door.

“Hey Shotaro! Can we borrow your room to talk quickly?”

“Yeah! Just lock the door after and find me at the DJ booth when you’re done. I don’t want a repeat of the first day of summer party where someone threw up in my bed.”

“Of course, and don’t worry, we won’t fuck in your bed.”

You make Shotaro speechless and Mark blushes even harder. You open the door to Shotaro’s room and get inside. His room is cutely decorated with pictures of him alongside the rest of the fraternity and tiny little trinkets sprinkled throughout. The window is open and as you look out of it you can see that his room overlooks the grassy area beside the pool.

A thought comes into your head as you look at Mark who is sitting on Shotaro’s bed across from you.

“I’ve got a lot to say so please hear me out for its entirety.” He nods his head as you stand in front of him. “Mark, I have a crush on you. I thought you were cute the first time I saw you after that basketball almost took me out. I was so excited when we ended up sharing a class together and you sat next to me the next class after we met. Then when you comforted me after Spider-Man saved me. That was the moment I knew that I liked you. I like you, Mark. Maybe even more than that.”

He stares at you awestruck.

“It’s okay if you don’t like me back. Hope we can still be friends no matter what. I just want you to know.”

“I like you too. A lot. I liked you ever since I almost accidentally hit you with a basketball. I liked you when you were excited when you found out we shared a class. I liked you when you saved a seat for me and let me borrow your water bottle. I was so happy when you were safe from being trapped in an elevator. I really like you and, if you want to, I hope we can date.”

“I would love to date you, Mark, but now I’m going to do something that might ruin our relationship before it even starts?”

Mark looks adorably confused as you walk backwards to stand in front of the window.

“You know that I also have a crush on Spider-Man. And I’ve had this hunch since he saved me in the elevator. I didn’t realize it when it was happening due to the adrenaline, but then thinking back on it – when you left while we were walking to class that one time for a “family emergency” and Spider-Man had been spotted right helping firefighter put out a nearby fire. Then, I got stuck in the library elevator and Spider-Man miraculously came to save me. Sure, it could have been a coincidence since the fire was near the university, but I wasn’t in that dire of a situation. I could’ve waited for you to find me after I texted you. Then, just right now, you leave as we’re talking with 4J then when Haechan is in danger Spider-Man shows up in the nick of time to save him? In every situation I brought up, you were there then gone, Spider-Man shows up then leaves, and then you’re back? Never in the same room to witness the masked hero. Something’s not adding up.”

“Am I Spider-Man?” Mark asks while nervously laughing. “You mean you think I’m Spider-Man?”

“I’d bet my life on it.” You tell him seriously as you sit on the window ledge.

“That’s serious.”

“I am serious.”

You continue getting farther out of the window as you possibly can.

Mark slowly stands up, “What are you doing?”

“If I’m wrong… have 9-1-1 ready.”

You then lean back as you fall out of Shotaro’s window hearing Mark yell your name, you barely have your entire body out the window when you stop moving. Opening your eyes, bunches of white strings surround your head and shoulders – Mark slowly brings you back inside Shotaro’s room.

The silence between the two of you is deafening until you open your mouth.

“I fucking knew it.”

Marks hugs you tightly. “Please… never do that again. You scared me.”

“Do you still like me?”

“D-Do I still like you? Yes, I still like you very much.”

“I scared you that bad, huh?”

“What if I wasn’t Spider-Man? Then what? You fall and die?”

“I wouldn’t have done it unless I was sure. Would a kiss make you feel better?”

“A kiss away from the window and maybe on solid ground would.”

masterlist | bonus chapter

BONUS CHAPTER NSFW MDNI 18+, instead of a sweet confession to Mark you decide to tease his masked persona, the ending in an alternate universe like the alternate universe where this story was real life – posted 9/24/2024

[nynyhaha]

Machi and Shizuku — How to treat human remains

Both of the beautiful Spider members cause death with their abilities,increasing the number of corpses.But what do they do with them afterwards?

Despite being in the same organisation and doing crimes together their approach to corpses is very different.

I’d even call them polar opposites.

Machi is known for killing and healing people with her threads,but what matters here is her skill on restoring dead people to look better.

It’s made clear that she came to master nen Threads in that exact context.Kinda tragic,actually. We don’t see her trying to restore anyone to their original beauty so it’s unknown to what extent she knows Renkos craft,but since she wanted to learn it we can assume she knows quite a lot about it.

A personal headcanon of mine is that she took it upon herself to arrange the flowers for Paku’s “grave”

Look how sad it is :((

Meanwhile Shizuku,well…cleans up.

Being sucked into a vacuum like dust just to disappear in its void seems like a bad way for your body to end.I mean,what is a corpse really worth?

Is it not a puppet?🖊📖🕷

But if corpses were just puppets there wouldn’t be people like Machi and Renko.

If Machi had no emotions towards Hisokas corpse she’d just dispose of it or call Shizuku.But she fixed it up.

Because people care about the dead,their bodies and their wishes.

Treating corpses as humans allows one to spend a bit more time with them,to keep them alive a bit longer in their mind.

The importance of human remains being buried properly is also why Kurapika is so relentlessly searching for the eyes of his kin.

It’s why we can judge Chrollo’s moral state by his treatment of corpses and see that there’s clearly something seriously wrong with the way he sees people.Which isn’t just a Chrollo issue(Check out my Neon Nostrade post)but a broader problem in the HxH world.

Machi and Chrollo started out in the same place.

Horrified at how their friend has been dehumanised along with other kids of Meteor City,they vowed to take revenge and reverse this trend.Now they themselves kill people without batting an eye.

What started out as “we are humans so see us as such,even in death we have dignity”

turned into “human corpses are just like puppets and we can use them in any way that fits us.”

Surely,Pakunodas body and even Hisokas are very different than those of dead mafia men.That’s just how it is with close people.

So..what is it? a) human remains are to be respected

b)corpses are just empty shells,they’re inanimate objects so they don’t matter

c)corpses might have meaning and personhood attached to them but we will only honour that with those we care about/those who deserve it

It must be a mix of b and c by now.Hypocrisy is a big theme of HxH.But in the general view of the Spiders, Machi included,human lives rarely matter and their dead remains are even less important.

Young Machi might’ve been horrified by Shizukus ability,I mean,imagine Sarasa’s kidnappers “cleaning up” her body in such a manner.

But now Shizuku and Blinky are very useful to the troupe and everyone appreciates them.

Shizuku is a troupe member that’s rather unsettling to me because of her innocence and young age(19).She’s calm and we don’t see cruelty or bloodthirst in her.Even out of the women in the troupe she seems the least threatening.Yet her ability is very bleak and shows acceptance and indifference when it comes to horrible things.

She takes Chrollo’s orders seriously even if that means letting him die.She’s one of the people that appear normal and could live a normal life. Or so it seems.We know nothing about her past but she must’ve had a reason to join the troupe.She no less passionate about it than Machi.

Oh,if only we knew how and why she developed her ability!

I don’t think that would be a happy story tho,haha.She even reminds me of Chrollo a bit,that mix of apathy and pleasant calm demeanour just has something to it.

Machi seems to have a bit more “rage/fire” in her.She’s closer to seeing corpses as people even now.But despite the differences,the Spiders get along.

So it really depends if your corpse will be patched up by Machi or deleted by Shizuku.

[nightingale2004]

Arachne cabin hcs 🕷

Mos of the kids of Arachne cabin have long arms and legs, which make them very tall from 6 to 7 feet.

Most of Arachne's kids are tall, but it's not completely rare to find a normal 5-foot kid in Arachne's cabin, but it is uncommon to find them

These kids are arts and crafts masters. They are also insanely creative and intelligent

Their cabin on the outside is black with spider web decoration and their mother's symbol, which is a spider (obvi) , but the inside is filled with items they made from arts and crafts along with some greenery that makes it look a little bit like a terrarium

Some of Arachne cabin aren't just skilled in the arts and crafts department but are very skilled in engineering, design, architecture, and manufacturing

When you're a child of Arachne, your powers kick in very early in your life.

The children of Arachne's powers are similar to Spiderman. Web fluid coming out of your arms, the power to stick to any surface, super strength, stamina, agility and flexibility, and of course the spider senses.

Powers of Arachne's children also include communicating and controlling spiders. They also have the rare ability to see the future, which very few of her children have.

Once you're claimed by Arachne, the symbol of a spider will appear above you, but you will also gain extra sets of arms and eyes, which you can retract once you've trained your abilities, they also get fangs.

They don't like Athena's cabin at all due to the history with both their mothers

Most of the Arachne cabin is very flexible, like an expert in gymnastics, kind of flexible, including very acrobatic.

Believe it or not, some of them do like standing or hanging upside down on the roof of their cabin (it helps get the blood flowing in their opinion)

Arachne's cabin are very distant, with others in camp half blood who aren't a part of their cabin, so they tend to keep to themselves

Their spider senses don't just warn them of danger, but it can also sense another child of Arachne or demigod child. But their senses go crazy if it's one of the big three's children or if Kronos is around

Arachne cabin consider themselves great judges of character

The Arachne cabin also has a love for insects. Not just spiders

Since their mother was a monster before she was a goddess, the children of Arachne have a scent that can help them blend in with other monsters

Due to what they are and their abilities, some of the children of Arachne cabin don't have the best home life or even the greatest self-image of themselves with their extra sets of arms and eyes, but they do find comfort with their half-siblings since they all look freaky to each other and they're not alone.

If a child of Arachne bites you, their fangs are filled with venom, which can cause headaches, pain, swelling, cold sweats, minor hallucinations, nausea, difficulty breathing, paralysis, fevers, aches, and you'll pass out. It also lasts up to a few minutes up to an hour or two, depending on how much venom they injected in you with the bite.

They are also a bit on the emo side

Despite liking spiders and their mother's symbols, being a spider. They don't like blood at all and feel queasy and faint at the sight of blood or even thinking about blood.

The arachne children are also very light on their feet

(Enjoy)

[imaplatypus-art]

Small Spider Society Members 🕷

Lego Spider-Man is the best of us 🙌. This is not to show off my art skills but to treat myself 👉👈OwO So fyi I TRACED EVERYTHING well mostly. A lego man, lego spiderman patterns, most of the bg and, even tho it's an art tool but I'll say it too, cgi poser art model.......I just wanted to put that out there. My goal was to show my spidersona in the spider society with another small spider, and that's what I did lol If I had photoshop skills, I would've done that. OH also I tweaked Itsy Bitsy's design a bit. I wanted to implement more of the maroon in the belt.

[alittleplaytime]

CONTENT WARNING: ARACHNIDS (spiders)

Angel Dust Stimboard!!

💋 🕷 💄 | 💋 🕷 💄 | 💋 🕷 💄

🌼 media: hazbin hotel

🐝age appropriate? no! apparently it's rated 16+ and has heavy themes of sex, drugs and violence! please read any trigger warnings before watching!

🍯 rqd by: anon!

🌻 note: i based all of these on images i found of him so i hope i did his character well! <3

while looking into angel dust to find stims, i read he's apparently based on a jumping spider (?) so i added some spider stims, i hope that's okay! if you want a board without any buggies, please let me know!

fun jumping spider facts: jumping spiders (salticidae) are found all over australia and southeast asia! the fringed jumping spider (portia fimbriata) are known as the smartest spiders in the world due to their amazing problem solving skills and ability to adapt and modify their hunting strategy when encountering different situations!

[demonwebs]

oh the dichotomy of truly and honestly believing in lolth's preachings of "love and respect are weakness" after having these beliefs solidified over and over through the years as he not only seduced but made his targets fall in love with him, only to watch it be their undoing, but also, against reason, still being able to love in such a reckless, inconsequential way that it makes him look stupid

[theprettyarachnid]

If you are willing to write polyships, can we get relationship headcannons with Toge Inumaki and Yuta Okkotsu who share an s/o please. 💜

a/n: im back and very rusty with my writing skills and without wisdom teeth

warnings: none

characters: inumaki and yuta

🕷 inumaki and yuta had to get used to the idea of being in poly relationship but they adapted quite quickly

🕷 they didn't see the point in 'taking turns' with you because yuta felt like that would get too complicated

🕷 inumaki leaves hickeys and yuta leaves gentle kisses

🕷 you guys bicker about whose room you guys should sleep but it usually ends up being yuta's because his room is the biggest

🕷 they have different love languages, inumaki gives you gifts while yuta spends time with you because he never knows when he'll have to go across country

🕷 yuta and inumaki sometimes coordinate on gifts and act all proud of themselves when they give the gifts to you

🕷 inumaki having to comfort you when yuta has to leave

🕷 yuta always makes inumaki to take extra care of you, especially in the scenario he doesn't come back, which inumaki doesn't even entertain the idea because yuta is as important to him as you are important to him

🕷 wearing inumaki's sweatpants and yuta's shirt and vice versa

🕷 you made a pact to not take sides if one of you gets in an argument or all three of you

🕷 sometimes it kind of be difficult when inumaki and yuta get into arguments usually about missions or sometimes you

🕷 sometimes yuta feels lesser or like you love him less because he can be gone for months at a time

🕷 you take the time to assure him such as giving him kisses or going on walks or just cuddling

🕷 inumaki knows when this happens and he lets you two have alone time but sometimes you and inumaki will just squish yuta into a big hug on the bed

🕷 this is stupid but there are game nights and inumaki is very passionate about monopoly

🕷 the one time you won, inumaki just stared at you with a silent rage in his eyes for an hour but neither you or yuta could take him seriously and everytime you guys looked at him you two would start laughing again

[faeriekit]

Quiet Respite 🕸️❤️🦇

find the whole thing on Ao3 or read the previous updates here on tumblr

A DC x MCU fic inspired by Dark Matter, Cassandra Cain meets Peter Parker in an exploratory romance slash “mystery” fic. (If you’ve read a lot of these before, you pretty much can tell what’s going on in the background.) Features: Cass’s turn as POV character, use of sign language, the flimsiest timeline you’ve ever seen, teen romance, hurt/comfort, implied homelessness, fight scenes, Cass’s teen rebellion arc, Spider-Man villain arc?? (whoopsie), and a good deal of sneaking around. Updates on tumblr before ao3.

Previous updates are listed above, so if you don’t want to start off with ch 15 below, click on those. This is just to consolidate a big post into something slightly smaller. Anyway, enjoy the continuation of Peter’s trauma-induced depression arc.

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The next day is dance class.

Baby Bat’s school will be waiting for him tomorrow, which means Peter will either go, or not go.

That’s a tomorrow problem. Today, Cass has dance.

She hovers her hand over Peter’s stomach. “Can I…touch?” She uses her voice to ask.

He lets her touch. She gently prods his ribs.

“They don’t hurt anymore,” Peter whispers as he signs, exhausted, but awake. “I ate. I slept. I healed.”

He heals quickly, then. Some creatures do. Cass nods.

“Okay.” Cass can sign that one without even looking at him. She rolls off of her bed. “We are going.”

Peter frowns. He’s confused. “We…?” he starts, but his hands fall before finishes his thought. He’s too tired.

Cass hums a doing chores song that Alfred likes. “Mmhmm,” she vocalizes in her throat, more thought than sound. She reaches underneath her Peter, and he barely even flails. So gentle with her.

“Wait, where are we—?” He squawks. If he’s signing, it’s at the wrong angle for Cass to see. “What?? Cass— Wait—“

Having his bare skin against her arms is kind of nice. He’s kind of squishy. Cass is hopeful that with more food, he might be even squishier. His body is a little too cold. He needs clothing.

Cass makes it over to the door. An almost-free hand wiggles enough to get Cass’s fluffy purple robe from the hook on back of it, and positioning Peter beneath it makes it fall neatly onto his face.

Peter makes a wounded noise. But he’s not hurt. Cass whistles Alfred’s cleaning tune and opens the door with a careful stretch and her toes.

Cass pokes her head through the door.

Cass looks left. Cass looks right.

“I don’t think anyone is here,” Peter murmurs, close to her ear. He’s looking where she’s looking but— right. Peter and the spider are the same. He can hear things Cass can only feel whispers of. She nods. She carries him down to Bigger Bird’s room.

Bigger Bird’s not here, but his pants are. Cass pulls open a drawer with her toes (new skill!), sticks Peter closer, and let him choose.

…And prods him to choose, when he doesn’t.

“Are we stealing?” Peter mumbles, upset. But he picks a pair of shiny, dark blue shorts. “Because I stopped that now.”

“No. Giving back. Later.”

“Oh. Well, then.”

Baby Bat’s shirts fit better. Cass walks them across the hall to Baby Bat’s room, stepping over the clutter and noise to get to his closet.

“It is a little weird how comfortable you are with going into other people’s closets,” Peter says under an exhausted sigh. Cass understands most of the sentence: the part that says This is weird. The rest is probably about the clothing.

“One child,” she accuses of him easily. “Normal.”

Peter barely looks at the shirts. He picks one off the closet without examining it. “Only child?”

“Mmhmm.” What’s the difference?

The door cracks open. Cass knows it’s going to be Baby Bat, so she doesn’t worry. Baby Bat likes Peter. He appears in the doorway, head-speakers half on and half off, computer under his arm. “Ca— Peter?!”

Peter’s head lolls in Baby Bat’s direction. Cass shifts to accommodate him. “…Hi,” says Peter.

“You’re in my house?” Baby Bat asks, confused. His eyebrows are pushed together. He doesn’t understand why they’re in his room, or in his room, together.

“…I have been? For a few days?” Peter asks, more confused than Baby Bat is. Cass hasn’t told him they were hiding him.

(To be fair, she thought it was obvious.)

“Shirt, please,” Cass rasps, and gestures to Peter, clad in only her purple robe and with his stuck-up hair.

Thankfully, signing: “Okay??” only takes one hand and a strong expression. Cass loves Baby Bat. She might kiss his hair on the way out.  

Cass wheels them out into the hallway, almost backs into a fancy art thing on a tiny table, and ferries Peter back into her room.

His dirty clothes and his metal skin are still on her floor. They’ll have to stay there until Alfred cleans her room tomorrow and the laundry goes away.

Peter. Stands. He holds the clothes. He doesn’t change.

That’s okay. Cass takes his choices from his hands and carefully guides him through the process. Sometimes just touching the body is enough to bring someone back to it. His arms go up. The shirt goes over his head. Cass touches each foot to guide his legs into the shorts.

His body is dressed, although he is without shoes. Cass fetches skinny little socks from her drawer, because his body is always too cold to her touch and loving people means giving heat and warmth.

Hm. Maybe he should have her jacket too.

Bigger Bat is fending for himself in doing job things. Bigger Bird is doing day work in his very far, very smelly city. Baby Bat already likes lying to Bigger Bat for fun.

All Cass has to do is take Peter into the car with her.

…With Alfred.

Cass is very gentle with Peter. He’s strong and he’s healed and she doesn’t have to be gentle, but Bigger Bat is always gentle with Cass even though he doesn’t have to be too. She takes Peter’s hand to walk him downstairs for fear that he won’t come after her if she doesn’t. They slip through the long halls and heavy doors of Cass’s new nest on socked feet.

Alfred is already at the door when Cass and Peter get there. When Cass puts herself between Alfred and Peter, it’s almost unconscious.

Alfred looks up.

Alfred looks down.

He does not look…surprised.

“I had thought Cass was hiding a cat,” Alfred signs, slowly and precisely, as he always does.

“P-e-t-e-r,” Cass fingerspells instead. She tries not to look sheepish. She is doing a good thing. She doesn’t have to be shy about it.

“Indeed. To the car?” Alfred signs, and speaks, in case Peter doesn’t understand ASL.

Peter doesn’t sign back; but still, he’s pliable. Cass guides him into the car, and he buckles himself in.

They go to dance.

Peter doesn’t dance, but that’s okay; Alfred is clear with his words and tone that say Leave him alone and Be nice at the same time, and all the same ballerinas who had watched Cass be tossed with envy are careful and quiet with him.

The music plays. A dozen feet fall on the same beat, and Cass dances.

Arms. Legs. Bend. Twirl. Dip, and bend. Turn. Angle her head, just so, so that Cass can watch Peter without breaking the line of perfectly organized dancers.

Peter watches, legs crossed, knees up to his chin.

The lessons end, and the ballerinas leave— kindly waving to Cass, to Peter, with shy shoulders and soft-spoken concern. They’re nice. Cass loves dance-partners. They mean as much to her as fight-partners ever could.

The ballerinas leave. The teacher, in her black leotard and taut leggings, leaves.

Cass doesn’t leave. The floors smell like wood and wax. There’s the smell of sweat and emotion in the air. The mirror is the only cool part of the humid, sweaty room. Cass, not Batgirl and yet in a black bodysuit, sits beside Peter.

Peter says nothing.

Cass says nothing.

…Cass holds out a hand.

Peter. Looks at it. He isn’t sure he wants to take it, she can tell— knows what it’s for, but doesn’t have the energy to do anything about the gesture.

“Please,” Cass asks. Animals that do not move are doomed to die.

Her spider sees the expression on her face. His own falters because of it.

His grip is hesitant, but Cass is certain. She hauls him to his feet and puts them in pose: their fingers entwined, his palms to her, her body to his, her cheek to his collarbone.

For a moment, they just breathe, in silent embrace.

And then Cass moves, and Peter moves with her, two minds and one body.

Peter only follows old memories at first; muscle memory works to keep his body upright, to bend and to hold her, to keep Cass steady and sure.

But Cass knows what’s going to happen before it happens; her spider is a creature of movement, just like her.

Slowly, as she spins, as he follows, his eyes soften. His practiced care becomes intentional. Then it becomes artistic, and Peter joins her in the music.

The girl who wears Batgirl’s skin and a spider boy dance in an empty studio, arm in arm, dancing to music she has heard in her dreams. Their footsteps are a whisper of an echo against the plaster walls and glass mirror around them. Cass can see their reflections when she’s angled to— in the sunset angling through the windows, they are little more than the shadows they pretend to be.

She isn’t surprised when Peter lifts her— she knows he knows she likes it— but the relief that Peter feels safe enough to play a little makes her laugh. Openly. Loudly.

Peter’s eyes go wide with awe.

Cass can’t help but adore him for it.

He slowly lets her down. He doesn’t let go of her.

It’s good that he doesn’t. She wants to (and she does) angle Peter’s head down, until she can press a kiss to his curls. She pulls him in close and he comes to her.

Tears find Cass’s shirt. She welcomes them as long as Peter needs to cry them.

“T-they’re,” Peter hiccups, too close to her to sign. “They’re gone. Everyone’s gone. My aunt, my friends, my…my team, my uncle.”

Cass knew some of that. Not the details. Her arms circle around him so she can pull him tighter. “I’m here,” Cass whispers.

There’s a sob against her chest. “What do I do? Where do I go from here? Everyone’s…”

“I’m here,” Cass whispers again, because it’s the truth. “Let me…help. Brothers help. Dad helps.”

“They’re not…” Peter grips her back— careful not to crush her, not like Cass had hurt him days before. “They’re your family. Not mine.”

Cass clicks her tongue. That can easily change. Once upon a time, the Bat hadn’t been her parent either. Now she has two-and-more brothers and parent and a purple friend and an Alfred. “Can share.” And then, because she means it: “Stupid.” She bonks her head down onto his. Peter’s laugh is watery, but it’s bright.

Cass carries Peter to the car this time. He almost smiles.

(Alfred does.)

“I hope you understand that this does require you to be at dinner, young Masters,” Alfred says, signing the gist to Cass as they go. Cass catches most of it, though his white gloves make it hard to tell where Alfred’s fingers are.

Cass sticks out her tongue. Peter splutters, wide-eyed.

(They trade the sight of pink tongues all the ride home.)

(Alfred pretends not to see them, but Cass catches his smile in the mirror at odd glances.) 

[mrsjellymunson]

If You Go Down to the Woods Today…

Summary: Strangeness occurs in a forest

WC: ~2.4k

CW: Suitable for all. Implied threat, very mild innuendo, food mentions and consumption.

A/N: Okay this is a total departure for me because this is not Eddie or ST-related, but I thought it would be fun to share a little Halloween tale that I wrote for my small offline gaming group. Before I stumbled into this place I would never have imagined I would write anything, let alone an actual sort-of original story, and much less share it, but here we are, and it’s all thanks to you guys. Happy Halloween!!! 🎃👻🦇🤍💀🖤🍄🧡🕯🕷🌲

Background (please read so it makes even the smallest amount of sense 😆): This is a medieval murder mystery. The characters have been thrown together to investigate, and have recently met for the first time in a tavern. Flavia is a low-ranking soldier who’s been unexpectedly promoted to de facto mission leader. Blossom is a chef and knife enthusiast who has a penchant for ‘charming the gentlemen’. Amelia is an inquisitive, rational alchemist with limited social skills and an intelligent/trained rat companion named Pancetta. The orphans, Ursula and Urchie, are two young street urchins who have recently become acquainted with the party. The story is wielded and guided by our Games Mistress/GM. The group is discussing heading into the forest, parts of which are said to be dominated by the mysterious Fae, to commence their investigations.

The noise and general clamour in the tavern steadily increases as the afternoon wears on, as more and more soldiers, guardsmen and assorted military types finish their duties and seek refreshment and relaxation.

Amelia is feeding Pancetta some small pieces of cheese, sharing the remains of their lunch, and Blossom is cutting up more cake, the others wondering quite where she’s managing to keep it all stashed. The latter comments, as nonchalantly as she can,

“So, does anyone have any thoughts about these forest people rumours?”

Flavia hefts her new weapon in her strong hands, feeling the weight and inspecting the workmanship.

“I think it’s just old customs. Tradition, y’know? I heard something about hangings, and a few most likely over-embellished stories regarding…” She clears her throat and tries to say the next two words as quickly as possible,

“blood sacrifices. But I’m sure it’s all gonna be fiiine.”

She spreads her arms wide, forgetting for a moment that she’s still holding her sword. Amelia ducks, narrowly avoiding receiving an accidental haircut, and the alchemist eyes her companion sideways, before stating,

“I do hope you’re right. One really shouldn’t undertake potentially dangerous investigations without at least a modicum of accurate information.”

Blossom speaks through a mouthful of cake, spraying crumbs across the faded tablecloth.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s all bluff and bluster. They’re just trying to keep outsiders away from their villages, that’s all. I’d be the same if people wanted to study me, or saw me as some kind of… curiosity.”

Flavia and Amelia eye each other briefly, before eventually nodding in agreement.

The three continue their discussions as Pancetta hops off Amelia’s forearm and makes her way to Blossom’s side of the table. She gathers the largest of the abandoned cake crumbs before settling into a crouch near the cruet set and beginning to feast with gusto, squeaking happily.

— — —

Myths forgotten and wheelbarrow packed, the investigators make their way into the forest. It goes reasonably well at first, barring unfortunate altercations with some shepherds, a boar (which did, advantageously, provide the party with a welcome addition to their rations) and the much-mourned loss of said wheelbarrow.

The intrepid band bed down for the night under the forest canopy, after a good meal of roasted boar meat and foraged berries.

A light mist is rolling in, chilling the air, and Amelia and Blossom offer to shelter an orphan each to share body heat, Ursula curling up with Blossom and Urchie lying next to Amelia, with Pancetta snuggling between them. All the blankets are put to use to help keep the party dry, and Flavia piles the fire high with wood to keep them warm overnight.

All is initially quiet and uneventful, save the snuffling of a few diminutive woodland creatures and the hooting of nocturnal birds.

But then, there’s some peculiar and unexpected noises.

Rustling.

Giggling.

The shuffling of feet.

Flavia rouses first, her finely tuned soldiering senses alerting her to the peculiar changes in their surroundings.

She’s quick to rouse Amelia, however, when it becomes clear that they’re not alone amongst the shrubs and trees.

The alchemist awakes from Flavia’s shove to the sound of low laughter and screeching and she sits bolt upright, taking the blanket with her, much to the disgruntlement of a grumbling Urchie.

Blossom is the next to rouse, blearily rubbing her eyes and absent-mindedly pulling a piece of cake from her tunic and starting to munch lazily as she murmurs,

“Woss goin’ on? Is it breakfast already?”

The noises continue. More shuffling, more giggling, rapid footfalls.

The adventurers glance between themselves, as Amelia states as assuredly as she can,

“Now, everybody just stay calm. I’m sure there’s a perfectly rational explanation for all of this.”

Her voice is steady, but the furrow between her eyebrows and the speed at which her eyes are flicking around their surroundings belies her rational and confident exterior.

The shuffling seems to come closer, and Blossom, ever one to state the obvious, mutters,

“It’s… it’s getting louder…”

Amelia’s eyes are wide as she clutches the blanket, Pancetta now taking refuge beneath it. Her pouch of alchemy supplies is just out of reach, but she reasons she could feasibly lunge for it in an emergency. Flavia fingers the hilt of her sword, and Blossom's palm rests instinctively over her tied roll of kitchen knives. Ursula and Urchie seem more intrigued than troubled, the others surmising that their years of living on the streets in the city was likely quite often scarier than this.

Suddenly, the form of a bipedal figure darts past, illuminated just enough from the firelight to momentarily be seen. It looks like a small creature with a pumpkin for a head, and it’s laughing maniacally.

Following it, there’s a slightly taller figure, covered in what appears to be blood, screaming and pursued by two others brandishing a carving knife and a small hatchet. Yet another figure is covered in fur from head to toe, has raised, clawed fingers, and is growling.

The small figures head in all directions and seem to encircle the small camp. Some are dressed in black with tall hats, others are in rags, yet more are wrapped in what look like torn sheets.

They move towards the camp and begin to chant, low at first but building to a disturbing crescendo,

“Trinkets or Trunks. Trinkets or Trunks! TRINKETS OR TRUNKS!!”

Suddenly, everything stops.

In the silence, and much to her embarrassment, Amelia lets out a small,

“Eep”.

Someone else lets out something different. It’s silent, but deadly…

One of the figures is the first to speak, and in a discombobulatingly light and high voice, asks,

“Come on, it’s Galloween! What’s it to be then? Trinkets? Or Trunks?”

Amelia sits stock still, unmoving, and Blossom takes another nervous bite of cake. Flavia’s communication skills are on top form, as she mumbles,

“Errrrrrr..?”

Two of the figures move closer, striding confidently into the firelight.

The taller of the two states quite matter-of-factly,

“You know, Galloween! Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it?”

It’s Amelia’s turn to attempt language now, as she looks between the two small figures and mumbles,

“Ummm…?”

Blossom swallows her mouthful of cake, and, suddenly the most eloquent of the three, murmurs,

“Erm, is this a forest thing?”

The smaller figure speaks with the voice of a small boy, as he shifts happily from foot to foot.

“Oh, so you’re not from around here? Now it makes sense! It’s All Gallows Evening of course, where we celebrate all The Outsiders that we’ve put to death on the gallows!”

He cackles and claps his hands, dancing in a small circle, and a few of the other figures cheer.

The taller figure, apparently an older girl, steps across and shoves him lightly on the shoulder.

“Shh, Bobbin! We don’t do that anymore. Do we?”

The boy looks suitably chastised, and clasps his hands in front of him.

“No, Mumpkin. Not anymore… But we still like to have fun! And we shorten it to Galloween now because it’s easier to say.”

Various other figures step forward now, and the party sees that they’re mostly, if not all, children. They speak over each other in a rush to explain.

“Trinkets means you have to give us something fun.”

“Like a toy, or a bell.”

“Or a nice rock.”

“I got a hat once.”

Some of the younger children pipe up,

“Or a scone!”

“Yeah, a scone!”

”Especially one with fruit or bugs in… mmm.”

All the children hum in agreement, and there’s much chatter amongst them all about who’s received the absolute best Trinket prizes.

Ever the inquisitive one, Amelia eventually asks,

“So, what about Trunks? What’s that?”

The small boy, Bobbin, speaks again.

“Well, if you don’t give us a Trinket, we get to take one from your trunk! Or, we hit you with a stick. It used to be tree trunks, but they’re way too heavy to carry around, so these days we just use sticks. See?”

He pulls something from his belt and brandishes a not-very-scary-looking tree branch, swishing it in front of him, making it whistle through the air. The other children ooh and aah, glancing at the boy’s twig like it’s a deadly weapon.

The three adventurers consider this for a moment. Sure, a stick like that could probably do someone a mischief, depending on how close it came to an ear or, especially, an eye. But generally speaking, none of them feel terribly… threatened.

Smirking at each other, they decide to play along.

Amelia screeches, voice comically high-pitched,

“Oh, brave sir, don’t be waving that in our direction!”

Blossom interjects,

“Gosh, I’ve never before seen one quite that big…”

But the pièce de résistance is Flavia, who, still dressed in her amour and imposing military finery, throws herself onto the ground in a shivering crouch and pretends to cower, shielding her face and head with her arms and whimpering,

“Oh, never have I faced such a formidable foe! Please, please, small guardians of the forest, take pity on these weak and lowly travellers. We shall choose Trinkets, and hope and pray that you will allow us to spend just one night beneath your mystical and protective canopy!”

The boy with the stick looks at it aghast, and his friends cheer and clap, one or two slapping him on the shoulder, and Flavia’s performance garners chuckles and even a smattering of applause from both the camp and the conglomeration of figures.

Discussion turns again to trinkets, and Flavia decides to make something, searching the undergrowth for a sturdy stick and using her dagger to whittle a simple pattern on its surface by removing some of the bark and exposing the pale wood beneath.

As she works, Amelia roots in her satchel, pulling out a small, semi-opaque stone. Its internal facets are slightly iridescent, and the children marvel at the multiple colours and the way it reflects the dim light. She spins an improvised tale about it being gifted to her by a powerful alchemist master, and that the children should be careful not to awaken its devastatingly powerful magical aura, to which they nod furiously, taking everything very seriously indeed.

Blossom offers a small object carved from bone. It looks like it could be an animal, possibly a horse, although it’s not entirely clear how many legs it has. Nobody asks and nobody comments, reasoning that only having kitchen tools available for such artistic endeavours not only limits one’s dexterity, but also allows the creator access to myriad forms of weaponry, should any offense be taken. The children don’t seem to mind, and immediately begin racing it up and over each other's shoulders and across the moss-covered rocks, making a variety of similarly unidentifiable noises.

Tension entirely dispersed, Amelia spends some time talking to the children and making notes about their costuming and customs in her leather-bound book. There’s much chatter as Pancetta feels brave enough to come out and perch on her shoulder, and the children delight in sharing some of their already-accumulated treats with her.

Flavia finishes her crafting by carving a smooth divot into the top of the piece of wood, turning it into a thumb stick, and Bobbin, still holding his twig, casts it aside without a thought as she offers it to him. She explains that it’s not for hitting, but rather for walking and trekking and going on journeys to make great discoveries.

He beams so hard it splits his face in two, and he stands up straight and marches around the clearing as if he’s leading a grand expedition. Some of the other children stride behind him, swinging their arms and chanting some variation of ‘hup, two, three, four’ but in a language none of the three women have heard before.

The children seem more than pleased with these simple offerings, passing them amongst themselves and cooing. Even Ursula and Urchie have been accepted into the throng, laughing and dancing and making animal noises along with them. The three travellers look on fondly, wondering quite how long it’s been since they’ve behaved like this. Like children.

As Bobbin strides past once again, he huffs, slightly out of breath,

“Next year you’ll have to come back to the village and have some special Galloween food!”

Blossom perks up significantly at this, and the children are excited to tell her all about the spread that awaits them. There’s candied turnips, mashed swede, onion and honey sweet biscuits, and if they’re especially lucky, squirrel burgers.

They explain that there’s also a special drink made from rotten fruit that only the grown ups are allowed to have, the children commenting that it smells weird and ‘makes them all dance funny’.

It all sounds delightful, and the three investigators decide there and then that wherever the next year takes them, they’ll reconvene to make a special journey this time next year. They’ll bear trinkets aplenty, and are already planning to justify it to their various superiors as a fact finding mission and cultural exchange.

As the children are winding down their antics and Ursula and Urchie are beginning to tire, there’s a bellow from within the forest.

“Gracie Groggington and all the rest of you Grogglets, you get your backsides back to camp this instant!”

One girl in an especially pointy hat gasps loudly as all the other childrens’ eyes widen, and they all leap to their feet as Amelia questions,

“Who’s that?”

Mumpkin explains,

“That’s Jiemme, she organises our playtimes, but we kinda went off track a little bit tonight…”

Bobbin adds,

“She’s good fun though. Comes up with all sorts of cool adventures for us.”

Another boy interjects,

“Yeah, she sometimes takes our Trinkets off us, mind you.”

Mumpkin continues,

“Well, to be fair Old Man Groggy did give Tiny Pete a flick knife for his third birthday, soooo.”

Bobbin nods knowledgeably.

“Yeah, you usually have to be at least 4 to get one of those.”

He turns and begins running into the darkness of the forest, waving as he goes.

“It was fun meeting you, and thanks for the Trinkets!”

The other children follow suit, and soon the clearing is as quiet as it was before, the only evidence of this most unexpected of shenanigans being some packed earth bearing small footprints, and a moderately impressive twig discarded off to one side.

Just as the weary adventurers are settling back down into their blankets, there’s yet more rustling from the foliage, and the exhausted team are almost too tired to care, assuming it's one of the children coming back to find a lost possession, or perhaps to play a practical joke.

Until there comes the disturbing rumble of a very loud, very guttural belch…

Afterword: this leads on to another adventure where we meet a drunken NPC with digestive issues… 😉

As always, I’d love to hear what you think of this. Especially as it’s so far removed from what I usually share 😙

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[zestialmorde]

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The blog is a month old!! This is the longest I've ever consitantly commited to a hobby... I don't know what that says about me.

Ive made multiple mutuals through this whole thing and I think I've gotten better at writing just through the roleplaying which is fun! Roleplaying is actually kinda cool? who would've thunk (y'all apparently)

It still feels weird being perceived just in general. I know it's not really like me it's Zestial but hopefully you know what i mean. I get to use old english and shitty photoshop skills and people read it? and enable me? It's a weird experience.

Do y'all wanna see numbers? they're I guess small but to me they feel overwhelming

91 people follow me. ninety. one. just think about that for a second. picture 91 people in a room. and they're all aware of me in some capacity. thats insane. I'm not bragging; my imposter syndrome is coming out. over 91 people. Yall are incredible. I love the internet. I love you people. I love Zestial.

I'm on hour 22 of no sleep and am currently under the effects of a thc gummy so...

When I get some rest today or tommorow I'll make a poll to do some kind of event? I know this isnt a normal milestone but its huge to me... y'all can leave suggestions if you want <3