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astroph1les · 7 months

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all in a day’s work [h.c]

summary: being spider-woman is going pretty well for hazel. that is until you notice these cuts and bruises appearing on her skin. she’s just a little clumsy, though, right?

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language and content, shower sex (very little detail), spider!hazel, mentions of hazel’s transformation since becoming spider-woman, slight violence, cannabis mention, mentions of the avengers events, josie is hazel’s guy in the chair.

word count: 4.4K

a/n: it’s here. i’m beyond excited for you guys to read this short series. it’s going to be a four parter, uploading each part every week for the month of october. thank you and enjoy <3

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Hazel hated criminals.

The ones who stole purses from innocent old ladies who were just trying to buy groceries. The ones who harass and assault women for rejecting them. Or in this special Brooklyn norm, a guy who had hotwired a BMW who was now involved in a high speed chase with four cop cars and a special hero following him.

Normally, she would be more than pleased to arrive at the scene. On any other day, she wouldn’t have promised to meet her girlfriend — sweet and patient you — at the bodega that your uncle owned. But some dumbass just had to hotwire a car when she had to meet you in an hour.

Hazel swung in between buildings, following the sirens of the police cars and the map inside of her mask, her eyes darting from car to car to find the one that was described. A dark purple BMW speeding down Tillary Street, turning down Gold Street. Once she had spotted the vehicle, she launched herself faster in the vicinity before landing on a U-Haul truck that was a few cars behind the BMW.

This guy was swerving and weaving through cars like a maniac as Brooklyn’s finest were hot on his trail. Hazel shook her hands out as a nerve-releaser, her gloved hands stretching in and out. She then sprinted across the top of the truck before launching a web at a tall building to maneuver her way onto the back of the BMW.

The breeze felt nice, though, after swinging around for so long. Her hands were gripping onto the sides of the vehicle to keep her balance.

“Excuse me, sir!” She tapped on the back window, waving a hand to get his attention.

The man’s eyes flickered to his rear-view mirror, eyes visibly widening at the sight of Spider-Woman hanging from the back of the stolen car. His response was to step on the gas. Hazel groaned as her lower stomach thumped onto the trunk, but quickly regained her posture as she hoisted herself onto her feet.

“Incoming text from honey with the white heart emoji and bee emoji,” Karen told Hazel, her Siri-like voice echoing in her ears. “Are we still on for sandwiches, babe? Semi-colon. Parenthesis.”

Hazel smiled at the message from you as she crawled to the top of the vehicle, mentally pumping her fist at the sight of the sunroof. The man had left it wide open. So he was an idiot in many ways. Hazel slipped in quickly, her bottom landing in the backseat. She’d tell Karen to reply as soon as she finishes with this nuisance.

“C’mon, dude, high-speed chase? What? Was stealing an old lady’s purse too cliche?” Hazel quipped with a cheeky attitude.

The man didn’t say a word but instead attempted to throw a punch in the backseat, letting out grunts of annoyance. Hazel blocked every swing with a sigh, wondering why the hell he was even trying.

“You know, you’d punch way better if you weren’t driving, sir.”

As the man continued to speed between cars, Hazel stares up ahead to see an empty alleyway in an upcoming street. She needed to get him off of the street so that innocent people wouldn’t be in the way of danger.

Hazel shoots a web at the man's eyes. He grunts at the sticky feeling and temporary blindness, releasing the wheel entirely. Hazel reaches over from the backseat, hands gripping onto the wheel to turn sharply into the deserted alley. She mutters a string of curses as the side of the car scrapes against the brick building.

She’ll tell Mr. Stark about billing that to the owner later.

Cars honked and came to a sudden halt at her illegal moves but the car was now in the alley, away from the public. She releases the wheel to quickly crawl out of the open sun-roof. Mid-way out, she feels the glass begin to close on her torso.

Hazel groans out at the squeezing pressure and looks down into the car to see that the man had hit the sunroof button on the roof of the interior. One of his hands gripped onto her spandex covered calf, trying to tug her back down.

“I have a girlfriend, dude. Let go,” Hazel grunted, wriggling in his grasp.

Hazel threw her foot back into his chest and jaw before jumping up and out of the car. She landed on a metal fire escape balcony. From that distance, she shot multiple webs at the end of the alleyway, creating a makeshift trap for the car to run into. Her wrists were beginning to ache but she kept her movements flowing, releasing the web as he was reaching the end. The car hit the large web with a loud thump but had stopped, which is what Hazel was aiming for.

The thief had stepped out of the car and began to book it.

“Karen, send a text back to honey reading,” Hazel stood on the fire escape and walked on the side of the building as she aimed a web at the man. The substance wrapped around his legs causing him to trip and hit the ground. “Of course. See you soon. With two x’s and o’s.”

“I am sending the text to honey.” Karen alerted Hazel to her mask.

Hazel swung over to land right next to the criminal's head, tilting her body to the side to grin at his scraped up face. She knew he couldn’t see her shit-eating grin but it brought her some sort of badass feeling. Like an ‘I-just-did-that-shit’ feeling.

“The cops will take care of you so if you’ll excuse me,” she shot her web around his wrist to keep him down and held them behind his back. “I have to see my girl.”

The man grunted loudly to which Hazel responded with a: “Bye, Mr. Criminal!” as she launches herself out of the alley and around the corner of the building.

You were browsing the shelf of snacks and candies in your uncle’s bodega. You had just gotten off your shift at the Build-A-Bear in the mall and you were absolutely starving. The array of chips and gummies made your stomach grumble, sighing as you were waiting patiently for Hazel to arrive.

Her Stark internship had consumed a lot of her time lately. Of course, you were incredibly happy and proud of her to be working under Tony Stark: a billionaire industrialist, inventor, and the Iron-Man.

You didn’t mean to seem clingy, but you missed her when she was gone.

“Bee, here you go.” You hear a voice coming from behind the counter.

There stood your uncle with your turkey club sandwich wrapped — no tomatoes. You let out a groan of relief as you walked up to the counter to take it from him. You reach into your tote to grab a five dollar bill.

“Bee, you’re not paying.” He began to walk around to avoid you giving him cash.

“Uncle Karter, take it now. I’ll hop over this counter and shove into the register,” your threat was playful, but you meant every word.

“You’re hungry so I’m giving you food. It’s just like having lunch at home.” Your uncle insisted as he pointed at you, resting his arms on the glass display of the different kinds of sandwiches and deli meat he had to offer.

You sigh, giving him a wary look. Yes, he was your uncle, but you felt guilty just being handed sandwiches that you could easily pay for. You have a job. Your uncle wouldn’t let you pay, though, so you reluctantly slip the dollar bill into your bag.

“Thank you,” you give him a small smile before taking a bite of the fresh sandwich.

“It’s nothing, kiddo.” The man shakes his head as his eyes flicker behind him at the front door. The bell rings and he jerks his head to whoever was walking in. “Your little girlfriend is here.”

You whip your head around mid-bite to see Hazel panting as if she had run here with a wide, charming smile. Her hands were holding something behind her back as she approached you happily with her brown broken-in leather backpack over one shoulder, her keys that were clasped onto a loop of her jeans jangling loudly.

“Hey,” she breathes out, her gaze flickering between both of your eyes. Hazel raises her hand to wave at your uncle. “Hi, sir.”

“Hazel, I told you to call me Karter. None of that ‘sir’ shit, dude. I’m 36, not 50.” Your uncle replied teasingly, causing you to chuckle. Hazel nodded, muttering a ‘right’. Her eyes locked with yours as your uncle began to attend to the other customers.

“How was it today?” You tilt your head as you take another bite of your sandwich.

Hazel shrugged her shoulders, scoffing out. “Boring science shit but it was good. New scientist named Dr. Connors that Mr. Stark introduced me to.”

You deadpan at her, nodding your head. Sure, the subject wasn’t your favorite but you always wanted to hear about Hazel’s day. You brushed off the short response as you swallow that bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, well, that’s good. What are you hiding?” You try to peer over her shoulder but she only leans to the same side as you.

“Grabbed something for you on the way here.” Hazel beams as she pulls out the present from behind her back.

It was a small bouquet of an array of flowers for this time of the year. It was fall in New York, so the array of white roses and yellow sunflowers brightened up your mood. Forest Hills blossomed during the chilly season; a beautiful orange hue washed over the neighborhood in Queens as the decaying leaves fell from the tree branches.

Your eyes softened at the simple yet sweet gesture. Hazel grinned awkwardly, hoping you loved them.

Ever since you two had started dating half a year ago, Hazel has always felt like she had to be the best girlfriend she could. You were her first girlfriend and she was absolutely crazy about you, as you were about her.

Other people haven’t been the kindest to you and she knew that. Lying and cheating were a main factor as you’ve told her.

The guilt ached in her chest everyday having to lie to you about being Spider-Woman. You were her entire world. Tony insisted it was for the best if she didn’t want anything to happen to you.

“You are too sweet, I swear. Thank you, baby,” you lean in close to kiss her lips quickly and take the bouquet in your free hand.

Hazel flushed so easily, making your smile widen. It was a good feeling to see after so many months that she still got flustered when you kissed her.

“It’s nothing. You deserve it.” Hazel replied as if it was something you should know.

You don’t respond to that, only blushing like Hazel was moments ago. You sniff the soft flowery scent for a moment before taking another bite of your sandwich.

“You wanna head to mine?” You offer with a flirty smile.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Hazel nodded, eyes warily darting to your uncle who was occupied with his line of customers that appeared out of the blue.

“He’ll be here for hours. C’mon,” you loop your arm around hers. “Bye, Uncle Karter. See you later.”

Your uncle simply waves his hand mid-conversation with the middle aged woman in front of him. Hazel leaned into your touch for a second before letting herself get dragged out of the bodega by you.

A fresh autumn breeze brushed against her, hitting her pale skin. You leaned your head on her shoulder as you talked about all the adorable children that had come into the Build-A-Bear.

Hazel loved these small moments with you. Well, she loved every moment but little things like this clouded her brain when she wasn’t focused on keeping her identity a secret. Watching your eyes light up when you spoke about how happy these children looked when you handed them their bear made her heart grow tenfold.

When the two of you had arrived at you and your uncle's apartment, you reached into your bag to grab the house keys.

“You hungry?” You ask as your sliding the key into the slot.

Hazel shook her head, placing a hand over her stomach. “I’m okay. Thank you, though, honey.”

You place a gentle kiss at her cheek as if to tell her that you asked her questions like that to show that you cared. You frowned, though, as you noticed a bruise and cut on her top lip that you hadn’t really seen before.

Hazel noticed you paused and furrowed her brows.

“What is it?” She whipped her head around to see if there were any potential threats. She was tempted to check her watch that Tony had given her to get Karen to scan the area.

“Babe, did you hit your lip?” You raised a hand to graze over the reddening area.

Hazel’s eyes widened once she realized what you were talking about. Earlier this morning, Hazel had a guy hit the butt of his gun at her face when she had dealt with a smoke shop robbery. She actually got free weed from the guy working the register which she plans to give to PJ.

“Oh, yeah. May was opening a cabinet up top and it hit me straight in the lip. I kind of forgot about it.” Hazel easily lied through her teeth, letting you caress the outline of her lips.

“It doesn’t hurt, right?” You ask her softly, eyes flickering up to her freckled under eyes.

Hazel shook her head with a hum, her smile growing as she admired your worried features. You looked away with a flushed grin as you pushed open the front door. The faint aroma of pumpkin and cinnamon filled Hazel’s nose, warmth filling her chest.

It wasn’t the largest apartment but it was home to you. You and uncle didn’t need much more than this.

“How is May?” You asked as you hung your keys on one of the Smurfs wall mounted key hooks that you had found at a thrift store.

“She’s good. Working at the hospital right now so she’s hoping that‘ll pay well.” Hazel explains as she traces the knick knacks on the shelf’s in the living room.

You can’t help but smile at the thought of Hazel’s Aunt May. She really was one of the kindest women you’ve ever met. May had a tendency to call you her ‘future daughter in law’ in front of Hazel just to tease the girl, watching her cheeks and tips of her ears flush a deep red.

“That’s good. I don’t want her overworking herself, though.” You sigh as you set your bag down next to the arm of the couch.

“Yeah, me neither.” Hazel sighed. “So, what did you wanna do?”

You hum in thought, bringing your single braid from behind your head to over your shoulder. You began to untangle the twisted hair as you thought about what activities you and Hazel could do now that she was free.

A certain idea came to mind.

“Well, I do need to shower so,” you say nonchalantly, hoping Hazel would get the hint.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I can wait out here. Take your time, honey.” Hazel nodded and went over to take a seat on the couch.

You stared at her grabbing the remote for the TV, turning it on and flicking through the channels. You release your hair to allow it to sit on your shoulders, waiting patiently for Hazel to realize.

“Oh, do you wanna watch Foot Loose when you get out of the shower?” Hazel’s gaze floated back to you.

Her excitement to watch the movie dropped when she noticed you tilting your head and looking at her like that. You had only given her that look when you were insinuating something sensual. Your body was swaying back and forth as your smile grew when she set down the remote.

“Sorry. I didn’t— I thought you meant by yourself.” Hazel rushed out as she turned off the TV, chuckling nervously.

“At first, yeah. But, hey, we’re conserving water if we shower together and you know I’m all about keeping the Earth green.”

Hazel couldn’t help but nod, standing up to walk up to you. “That— yeah. That’s true. Conserving water conserves energy that reduces greenhouse gas pollution.”

Her brain shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did.

“Yeah? What else does it do?” Your fingers hook onto her belt loops, tugging her closer into your body.

Hazel allowed you to manhandle her as she would truthfully let you do anything to her. She knew how much her ability to retain and cite facts turned you on. It was obvious by how you were drinking her in like you could devour her.

“It can… oh, protect aquatic life and extend water supply to areas that lack and ensure agricultural production to thrive.” Hazel rambled out, her flush growing as your thumbs brushed past her hip bone.

“Oh, those poor sea creatures.” You frown, smacking your lips.

“Don’t you need to shower?” Hazel asked, suddenly overwhelmed with impatience.

Your smile only grew, a giggle falling from your lips. You intertwine your hands with Hazel’s as you hurriedly walk over to your small bathroom. Hazel made sure to remove her watch and set it down on the porcelain sink, not wanting any sort of message from Tony to interrupt her time with you.

You turn to shut the door and turn the lock with a ‘click’. Hazel is caught off guard by you removing your work shirt, blushing at the sight of you in your bra. She felt like such a virgin. She’s seen you naked at this point and still was a flustered mess around you.

“Can’t take a shower with clothes, Haze.” You raised your brows as you were unbuttoning your pants.

“Maybe I can. I can do laundry that way.” Hazel quipped back with a chuckle.

Nonetheless, she began to slip off her sweater. You walk over to her, hooking your fingers underneath the thick fabric to help her. Her sports bra came into view as you tugged the sweater up and off, tossing it onto the blue and white tiled ground.

You both messily kissed, clanking teeth from how rushed your movements were. Soft laughter released from you as you removed the rest of your clothing and underwear, Hazel following by copying your actions.

Hazel hoisted you up with ease by your plush thighs, causing you to let out a yelp at the sudden movement. You lazily kissed her jaw as you held onto her neck, listening to her soft hums as she stepped into the shower. You never understood how all of a sudden, Hazel had this strength and toned body. You’d never seen her hit the gym once since you’ve been together.

Not that you were complaining. Just confused.

“Alright, let me down,” you hum against her skin, “I really do have to shower.”

“I’ll, uh, help.” Hazel offered as she released her grasp from your thighs, carefully watching you step onto the tiled ground.

You simply give her a soft kiss, whispering a ‘thank you’ onto her lips. Hazel hums back before grabbing the hydrating shampoo from the shelf. You turned on the shower, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ at the cold water. You hurriedly turn the knob to the red ‘H’ symbol, leaning back into Hazel’s body.

Once the stream of water began to heat up, Hazel squirted out the correct amount of shampoo into her palms. She massaged the product to your scalp as you tilt your head back with a sigh. Her fingers work into your scalp, sending you into a domestic bliss.

“That feels so good.” You practically moan as Hazel continues with the shampooing.

Hazel chuckles with a blush, leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto your naked shoulder. Your mind practically turns to mush but you force yourself to continue the rest of your routine.

You and Hazel bathed each other after a few heated kisses. That’s all. (You had gone down on her and she fingered you until you came twice.) She had told you how much you resembled a beautiful Renaissance painting with every curve and dip of your body. The words squeezed at your heart, feeling yourself fall more and more in love with her — if that was even possible.

Now freshly bathed and spent from the day, you and Hazel settle down, remaining in just underwear with an oversized tee. The sun had been long gone — the only light source being the city lights from outside of your bedroom window. You were cuddled up in your bed on your sides Hazel was running one hand up and down the fresh and lotion-covered skin of your arm as you twirled her wet hair around your fingers.

“I wanna stay here forever.” You yawn and rub at your bare face.

“Yeah?” Hazel hummed.

You nod with a chuckle. “Oh, yeah. If I didn’t have to work or worry about stuff like the apocalypse and aliens taking over, I would stay here forever.”

“Aliens?” Hazel’s brows arched at your words, chuckling along with you.

“Well, I mean, you saw what happened with Avengers in the city a few years ago. That was terrifying, you know?” You mutter, zoning out as the memory flooded back into your mind.

You had been just a few streets down when Loki had sent an army of aliens down onto the city. Who knows what could’ve happened if you had been just one more street closer to the destruction.

Hazel only nodded because how can you forget an event like that? Lives were lost and changed forever. Hazel, at the time, was just like you; a normal girl in the city just trying to live day by day. She wasn’t able to save people as she could now.

“Let’s just… lay here a-and not think about that, honey. Okay?” Hazel whispered as she tried to reassure you while reassuring her own scattered mind.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You whispered back with a self-deprecating chuckle as you felt that you had ruined the mood.

Hazel shook her head as she moved her hand from caressing your arm to cupping your bare cheek.

“No, no, no, it’s okay. I just don’t want you to worry about all that stuff that hasn’t happened.”

Hypocrite, Hazel’s mind echoed after she had continued to utter soft and kind words to you. That’s all she ever did. Worrying about the unknown or stuff she couldn't control.

You ultimately felt your worries fade for the time being. Hazel caresses the length of your back until your heavy eyes shut, allowing sleep to take over. Not too long after Hazel knew that you were sound asleep, she did the same.

Hazel was awakened by the sound of a loud alarm echoing throughout the space of the room. She had shot up quickly from the bed, looking down at her watch to see it was a call from Josie — her only friend from Stark Industries.

Hazel checked the time to see it was 7:04 in the morning; way too early to be calling her. She glanced at you tangled up in your bed sheets next to her, mouth slightly hung open as you were knocked out. She carefully got up from the mattress, trodding over to the bathroom to get some privacy.

Hazel groaned at her reflection, her hair a tousled mess and her shirt half-way off of her shoulders. She reluctantly answered the call on the watch, squinting her eyes as Josie came into view.

“Hi Hazel!” Her cheery voice threw her off guard.

“It’s seven in the morning, Josie.” Hazel grumbled, trying to fix her hair.

“That didn't sound like a ‘oh, good morning, Josie’ so I’ll pretend you said that.” Josie quipped back, adjusting herself in her cubicle. “Anyways, Mr. Stark told me to call you because he needs you here, like, immediately.”

Hazel��s eyes shot open. “Wait really?”

Josie hums as she types something on her laptop that was lighting up her screen. “He said in his email, and i quote: ‘call Underoos and get her here immediately. No’ and this is in all caps ‘questions’.”

Hazel rolled her eyes at the nickname. Within the first few days of working under Tony, the nickname came to mind and never left. As much as she wanted to stay in bed with you, she knew she had to see whatever Tony needed her there for. She scrunched up her nose and yawned, nodding and scratching the back of her head.

“I’ll be there soon. Probably 10-20 minutes.” Hazel stretches her free arm, releasing some tension in her biceps and upper back.

“Alright, cool. Oh, wait,” Josie muttered as she stopped typing on her keyboard, leaning back into her roller chair. “Ah, shit. Son of a bitch, dude.”

“What?” Hazel responded as she was about to leave the bathroom so she could hang up.

“No, nothing. I lost at Solitaire against Happy.” Josie shook her head, groaning before typing again on the laptop.

Hazel furrowed her brows before hanging up with a: ‘See you soon’. The last thing she heard was Josie angrily typing as she whispered: ‘Filthy cheater’.

Josie took Solitaire extremely personally.

Hazel slowly crept out of the bathroom as she had forgotten that your Uncle Karter was now home, if not, awake. She tiptoed back into your room, grabbing her bag from the small carpet strawberry right next to your bed. You had adjusted once again in your sleep, snuggling into the plush of your pillow.

You were a fidgety sleeper but she found it adorable. Watching over you right now almost made her stay but she couldn't risk Tony being angry with her. She quickly changed into her suit, walking over to your window to unlock it and crack it open.

Taking one more glance at your unconscious body, Hazel tugged her mask over her face before she shot a web out of the window at a building across the street. She threw her bag over her shoulder as she swung to the apartment building next door all the way to the Stark Tower.

Mid-way there, she suddenly remembered that she didn’t leave a note for you like she usually would when she left so suddenly. She brushed it off and told herself she’d send you a text as soon as she left.

Nothing to worry about.

Right?

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sillysowa · 8 months

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Ok I have a request :) could maybe guess who this is but AHDBSH

The fem reader is a villain while Hobie is the “hero”(not rlly but I forgot what it’s called) that’s been tracking down the reader. But, during the day the both live their normal lives, the readers day job being a barista at the local Cafe. Of course during the night her identity is hidden so she isn’t recognized during the day, which leads to the one morning when Hobie goes to the local coffee shop to order a drink and unknowingly ordering it from his masked nemesis.

What’d ya think? <3

I LOVE your brain anon! Sorry for the wait and if it seems rushed!

BEHIND THE MASK

pairing : hobie brown x fem!prowler!reader

genre : fluff, slightly suggestive

word count : 3k

warnings : violence

authors note : reader is the prowler but i have incredibly minimal knowledge on the prowler lol

synopsis : hobie has a date with a cute barista who just so happens to be the prowler

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“And what exactly do you think you’re doin?”

Spiderpunk’s agonizing voice cuts through the silence of the night and you freeze in your tracks. You knew he’d find you tonight—always chasing after you like a moth to a flame, or a fly to a spiders web.

He drops down from the wall, thrusting his hands into his pockets and clicking his tongue, his loud boots slapping against the ground behind you,

“What’ya got in that bag of yours? Up to something you shouldn’t be?” He questions, coming right up behind you and whispering next to your ear. You turn around, your hands up as you look at him through your mask,

“Bold of you to assume i’ve done anything, I could just be out for a midnight stroll.” You shrug slyly, toying with him. You know just as well as he does that he could have tried to take you down by now, he’s clearly just wanted a little foreplay as usual.

“Oh, is it now? You’ve got this guilty air about you.” He asks, completely prepared for any attack that you might have up your sleeve, “You really want me to believe a dirty little liar like you, hm?” As he provokes you, his gloved hands reach up to your face only to get smacked away, but he only smiles harder—he expected it. A scoff can be heard from under your mask,

“Miss me, Spiderpunk? You seem awfully excited.” You sneer, voice muffled a deeper more menacing tone. His animated mask portrays his every expression, a squinty smirk plastered on his face,

“How’d you know?” He smirks, coming closer. You flex your fingers, claws baring menacingly before you rip a smoke bomb off your belt and slam it down, making Spiderpunk stumble back before you lunge at him through the cloud. His senses go wild, and he web shoots to the wall, swinging around and pulling his guitar out while you’re down. Your momentum landing you on your knees after he dodged, and you can’t react fast enough for his attack. He’s got his guitar above his head before he slams it down on your back,

“Ah!—Fuck me!” You grumble, rolling over and jumping up, shaking your head with your hands in front of you defensively.

“Only if you ask nicely, gorgeous,” He’s got his guitar out on display as if it’s a sword, making you scoff,

“In your dreams.” Your crack your neck and lunge at him, grunting and swinging wherever you can reach from your stance. You’d never admit it, but his height creeped you out and excited you all at once. Never in a million years would you get with a person like Spiderpunk—a loud, obnoxious, wannabe ‘hero’—but the fact that he towered over you like he did made you nervous in the best way possible. You tried to ignore the feelings deep in your stomach and focus on the way that made you feel about your fighting, afraid that he could overpower you if you let your guard down even slightly—which you did. He had used his fucking guitar pick—the small object somehow slicing your arm. You gasped and he hurriedly backed up, nearly tripping over his feet. At first he was dodging your punches well until you threw a right hook in, your knuckles meeting his jaw with as much force as you could muster,

He had no time to react as he stumbled down. You kicked him across the face and pinned his hands down under your shoes. You knew you had to act fast and get the hell away from him,

“Couldn’t have wined and dined me first?” He quips, his wrists pinned beside his head and his legs spread under you. It’s quite a sight—the city’s hero sprawled out under you like this at your mercy. You shake the thoughts out of your head,

“Catch you later, Spiderpunk.” You rasp, reaching to your belt and popping the cap off a homemade bomb. His eyes triple in size as you throw it, your boot shoving his face down before you flee. He scrambles and slings away before the bomb explodes and the walls surrounding it crumble.

He watches from across the street as the damage ensues, cursing to himself when sees the faint glow of your suit as you disappear into the night. You were such a pain in his ass—but couldn’t keep away.

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—?” You yell out the name of an order, setting a drink and pastry down. You smile at the customer who walks up and thanks you, giving them a quick smile before returning to the register, swapping out with your coworker,

“Thanks again, Y/N.” They sigh. This isn’t typical behavior from your coworker, they’re typically very hard working but they told you a chunk of their apartment complex was blown up last night. Of course, you had to sympathize with them and help make their shift a little easier—it’s the least you could do after being the unknown cause of their distress.

“Yeah don’t worry about it.” You wipe off your uniform and put on a smile for the customers of the small café you work at. It had been an exhausting shift—only 30 minutes in and it already felt like hell. You looked up ready to give your best customer service voice when your words caught in your throat…

The man in front of you was absolutely breath taking. He had these high cheekbones and pretty eyes, full lips with a ring to compliment them, perfectly styled hair and jewelry all over—god his fashion too. He had this punk rock thing going on, and he was absolutely killing it. Even his body language was attractive, the way his hands were on either side of the table, leaning over slightly to reach your level,

“Mornin’.” He starts, his deep voice only spurring on your attraction towards him, “Could I just get a…” He looks up, biting the inside of his cheek before sighing, “Having a hard time making a choice—wide selection you’ve got. What do you recommend?” He asks with a curious expression, bending down close to hear you over the machinery, clanging dishes, and customer chatter.

You’re stunned, not expecting you’d have to think. After a little stuttering, you can finally think,

“W-Well we have this Persian tea. It’s a black tea base with cardamom and rose petals?” You suggest, your face heating up when he smiles because of course he has the lost beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, “It’s my favorite.” You add, voice coming out oddly quiet and now you’re incredibly embarrassed for reasons you can’t name,

“Sounds perfect, gorgeous.” He eccentrically squints his eyes and shakes his head as he speaks, half lidded eyes locking with yours again.

“And the name for your order?” You ask, tapping in the details on the screen before making eye contact with him,

“Hobie.” And of course, there’s something about the way he says his name that has you melting, but you desperately try to ignore it and pull yourself together. He whips out his wallet and hands you a large bill, your fingers slipping against his as you take it into your hand. You ring him up and gather his change, which he adamantly refuses to take,

“Keep it.” The stunning man winks, walking away and waiting in the line of others who have ordered. For a moment, you stand there completely appalled. When you turn to look at your coworker she’s already staring at you,

“…Oh my god?” She mouths, her hand over her mouth, “You better go make his drink and write your number on his cup, girl—move over i’ve got the register.” She laughs in disbelief, just as flustered as you,

“Thank you, thank you.” You hurriedly giggle, feeling guilty almost at her eagerness before moving out of her way and fumbling around, steeping his tea immediately. You were extra meticulous when crafting his order, wanting it to be just perfect. You caught glimpses of the rockstar-like man over the counter a few times, and almost every time he was already looking at you. You had to bite your lip to fight back the smile that tugged at your lips. When you poured his tea in a cup and clicked the cap on, you pulled out your sharpie and wrote his name messily, scribbling your number under it. With a cheeky smile you set the cup down,

“Hobie?” You call out like you have no idea who he is despite holding eye contact with him. He walks over, pulling a hand out of his pockets and wrapping his long fingers around the cup,

“Thank you, doll.” He rasped, scanning you over one last time when suddenly he squints,

“Y’alright? Doesn’t look like just a little scratch.” He asks you with his eyebrows furrowed, pointing low and squinting in concern. You’re just as confused as he is for a moment, looking down with your heart stopping as you realize it’s the cut from when Spiderpunk sliced you with his guitar pick, the memories of last night flooding into your brain and causing a panic in your nerves, your adrenaline pumping in a flash,

“Oh this? I got this from a clumsy accident the other day, it’s really no biggie.” You brush it off, covering the cut with your hand and cursing internally. You want to hide and never show your face again, the worst possible outcomes clouding your thoughts. He doesn’t seem concerned about your response, taking it for the truth,

“You better be more careful then, yeah?” He playfully chastises, turning to leave, “See y’round, pretty.” And with that, he walks out of the café, humming in delight at the flavors in your favorite drink. He’s almost done with his drink when he finally notices your number on the cup, laughing to himself and freezing in his tracks.

—

You got a call that night after your shift—you knew you would. When you picked up the phone and his deep voice was on the other end you just about melted into your bed.

“Hey, Hobie.”

“Hello, lovely—never got your name.” He mutters on the other end, background shuffling and movements loud enough to reach your ears. He sounds like he’s flipping switches and plugging stuff in,

“It’s, Y/N.” You chirp. Hobie feels a smile take over his face as he learns your name, repeating it a couple times,

“Such a pretty name you’ve got.” He coo’s his voice low and sultry. You smile widely, stupidly giddy over this

stranger,

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He says smugly. On the other side of the phone you can faintly hear what sounds like a guitar, an electric guitar, “How about we go out sometime, yeah? When can I see you?” He asks, his voice charismatic.

You think, caught between wanting to see him tomorrow and wanting to be careful about who sees you that day. Tomorrow you had shady plans, and you didn’t want to get him roped into it, “Hm…it sounds weird but can I see you at nine?” You ask with a questioning tilt in your voice, “I understand it’s late but—“

“No worries, hun, works f’me.” He insists, causing you to sigh in relief.

“Okay great! thank you, Hobie.” You smile, fidgeting with your clothes anxiously. He hums and you feel your heart race,

“See you then, Y/N.”

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Tonight would be the craziest heist of your life if you could pull it off. Keyword, if.

You didn’t know, but Spiderpunk had been following you the entire night. He had to keep a close watch on you after that stunt you pulled last time. You had somehow managed to outsmart him and he couldn’t let it happen again. You were currently in an alleyway, your pace fast and your head down—you honestly couldn’t look more suspicious as you walked towards the bank.

“Don’t think so.” He mutters to himself, slinging down and following you stealthily. He crept along the walls, keeping a watchful eye on you as you literally sawed open the wall, following close behind.

You on the other hand had a lot of tasks you were juggling all at once—you were texting Hobie telling him you’d see him in 15 minutes, sawing the building open, and watching your back simultaneously.

Spiderpunk, who couldn’t yet see you well enough to notice you were texting with your other hand, jumped when his phone vibrated with a notification. He pulled it out and quickly checked it, his heart racing at your name lighting up his screen. He just had to take you down to make it to the date on time—easy peasy.

He crept into the bank, catching a glimpse of you breaking into all their stashes and safes, literally stuffing cash into your bag. You look rushed and panicked, not as tactful as your usual self. He find it entertaining and comical decided to mess with you a little,

“In a hurry?” That low and taunting voice makes your skin crawl, whipping your head around, fingering tightening on your bag. Of course he was here, how could you have missed him? Or more importantly, how could he have not missed you? You knew it was a shot in the dark to just assume he wouldn’t find you this night as he always does—you bet he has some kind of affinity for you. A gravely sigh tumbles from your lips, shaking your head and slinging your bag over your shoulder,

“Look—I can’t fool around with you tonight, let’s skip the small talk.” You grunt, clicking your claws into readied fists, staring him down with precision. Spiderpunk liked fighting you when you were playful, but there was something about fighting you when you were annoyed that really excited him,

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” He teases with a low whistle, webbing towards you feet first. You dodge, grunting and lunging at him, both of you rolling until he’s got you under him, attempting to restrain you. You bring your knees up and kick him off of you, jumping up and circling him. He stares you down for a while, that messy painted mask squinty-eyed,

“Come on.” He sneers, beckoning you with his two, very long, middle fingers suggestively. You laugh at this, lunging at him in a series of calculated movements. He fights you off, throwing out quips and sly remarks to fire you up. You swing at him, your claws out, and he struggles against you when you attempt to stab him with them, pushing your wrists against the wall and grunting through the struggle. You’re shaking under him, hissing and squirming in an attempt to free yourself when he webs you to the wall.

“Fuck! God—“ You groan, frustrated and beyond pissed at what this means for you. Hobie’s face flashes in your brain and you cringe at the idea of standing him up like this,

“Please! Please just let me go this time…” You grunt, the webs holding you down like a barricade as he pulls your bag off you, spilling the contents out onto the floor—your phone, your outfit for the date, and all the money scattered across the cool tile,

“What’s with the dress? Got a date tonight?” He hums, picking up the fancy garment before dropping it back in place when you just scoff. Hobie reaches down to gather up the money when he notices the time on your phone, straightening up and pulling his own phone out,

“Shit—it’s that time already?” You watch as he hurriedly texts someone, his thumbs dancing across the screen. You slump against the wall as much as you can being restrained, sighing in pure frustration when your phone buzzes.

You both freeze—you because you’re deathly embarrassed and Hobie because his heart drops into his stomach. Directly after he sent a text to Y/N, your phone lit up. He looks at you, trying to decode your body language as he bends down and picks up your phone, confirming his suspicions.

Sure enough, there’s a text from him, or ‘Hobie,’ right in the middle of your lock screen. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, laughing to himself with his shoulders shaking in tandem.

You on the other hand are completely and utterly unaware of what just happened, still stuck to the wall and helplessly watching the scene in front of you. He stuff his and your phone into his pocket, muttering something to himself that you can’t quite make out before he walks towards you, the soles of his boots echoing in the dark empty bank,

“What the—why did you take my phone? What are you-“ Your rambles are cut short as his gloved hands come up to your mask, removing it despite your protests. After tossing it to the ground, he simply takes it all in. It’s you, his date—the prowler. You’re obviously still completely oblivious to what’s transpired and therefore furious,

“Answer me asshole! What good is seeing my face gonna do for you?“ And now, it’s your turn to be completely speechless as Spiderpunk pulls his mask off. Hobie’s dark hair springs out, his pretty face glowing in the low light and a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watches you swallow the same truth as he did,

“Cant say I was expecting this.” He whispers coyly, eating up the way you instantly grow quiet and flustered, this extra layer added onto your relationship clearly only exciting you more. You gulp nervously, your heart racing at this sudden turn of events,

“Me neither…” You whisper, simply unable to be mad or upset when now you’ve got your cake and you’re about to eat it too.

Hobie doesn’t do much thinking when he unties you and kicks the money aside, or when he tells you to put on that pretty dress and let him take you out properly. You’re completely stunned, staring down at your prowler claws before stuffing them in your bag and walking out the hole you cut into the bank, Hobie waiting against the wall for you,

“So…about all of this?” You awkwardly chuckle, motioning to the bank, the money, and the mess. Hobie being the anarchist he is simply shrugs, extending his palm for yours and clasping it when you place it against his, slinging away into the night to finally go on that date,

“Not my problem.”

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@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara @hobesbf @defnot-bri

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #spiderman #silly’s fics

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creepa-b0t-inc · 7 months

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

i am poor and jobless so sknfkalhflshnklf ALSO I JUST UPDATED THE PRICES

[image id: An image of @creepa-b0t-inc on tumblr's emergency commission sheet. All text is in the deltarune/undertale font. Each section end is marked with a white line connecting the white border that outlines the entire image. The background is transparent.

The first section reads "HI! I have built up the courage to open emergency COMMISIONS!!! I mainly work in Deltarune/Undertale style art. HERE ARE MY PRICES!!!! [It would be greatly preferred if you could provide any ideas or concepts for designs, because I am sadly not that good at design. I will try my best though!]" with a note off to the right side reading "!!! I SOMETIMES TAKE A LONG WHILE!!" and "!!BE PREPARED TO WAIT!!". All text is white, except for the 'HI!' which is yellow, and 'emergency' and the side note, which are in red.

The second section lists off examples and prices for commissions. The top left has white text stating "OVERWORLD SPRITES (next line) $20-$80 PER CHARACTER (next line) [depends on how many sprites you want]" with a side note in red that says "+$20 FOR ANIMATION". Below and to the side of this, there are 5 examples:

An image of Jockington from Deltarune from four different angles, front, left side, right side, and behind view.

An image of Starlight Glimmer from My Little Pony standing on her hind legs and curled around herself like a worm, covering her mouth with her hoof and smiling, looking at the viewer mockingly.

An image of a cockroach sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. it has a brown fedora and looks unimpressed.

An image of BIGSHOT.ex from Puredawns, with his left hand on his hip, smiling. He is wearing pink and black boots, black pants, and a pink suit top with a yellow tie. He has a purple and black cape and there are yellow rings around his wrists and knees.

A collection of 16 walking sprites of Noelle from Puredawns. She is wearing a long white hooded coat with icy blue accent marks, icy blue wings, and the hood down. Her color palette is much colder than usual.

The top right has white text stating "UNDERTALE STYLE BATTLE SPRITES (next line) $40-$100 PER CHARACTER (next line) [depends on how many sprites you want]" with a side note in red that says "+$20 FOR ANIMATION". Below and to the side of this, there are 4 examples:

An image of Exposition Guy made by Kevin Temmer Tunes holding a spoon in black and white.

An image of Spider Guy by Jaiden Animations in black in white, except for the pupil of its eyes which are red.

An image of Jaiden Animations in black and white. She is wearing a white hoodie with black accent marks and black sleeves.

A black and white image of an aimkid style dog character wearing socks, gloves, and armor with its left hand on its hip and its right hand holding a giant meat cleaver with a bumpy end, like a comb.

The bottom left has white text saying "DELTARUNE STYLE BATTLE SPRITES (next line) $40-$100 PER CHARACTER (next line) [depends on how many sprites you want]" with a side note in red that says "+$20 FOR ANIMATION". Below and to the side of this, there are 4 examples:

An image of Pibby from Learning with Pibby, a small light blue character with pink/light purple hair buns.

An image of a large sky-blue computer with a control panel and 2 rocket engines propelling itself into the air, along with two colder-blue speakers on the computer's left and right sides, also being propelled by their own respective rocket engines. The circle part of the speakers are alternative white and black circles and the computer screen is black except for a green outline of Queen from Deltarune.

An image of an angry looking robot character. it is a dull blue with light yellow accent marks and purple wires sticking out of its back. it's face is a pixelated red screen. It has thick, blue vent-hose like legs with 2 large blue, metal feet. They are accented with a caution pattern in light yellow.

A collection of 5 sprites of Night in the Woods characters-from left to right: Mae, Gregg, Bea, Angus, and Germ-all looking angry except for Germ and Mae. Mae is holding a baseball bat with two hands behind herself, Gregg is holding a crossbow with his right hand, Bea is smoking and holding a pickaxe with both hands, Angus has his hands on his hips, and Germ has his hands in his pockets with a possum on his head.

The bottom right has white text saying "DIALOGUE EXPRESSIONS (next line) $20-$60 PER CHARACTER (next line) [depends on how many sprites you want]". Below and to the side of this there are 4 examples:

A colored image of Flowey from Undertale's head.

A collection of 6 images of Rouxls Kaard from Deltarune's face, each expressing a different emotion. From left to right, the expressions go: smiling with teeth, open mouth smiling, open mouth smiling with wide eyes, smiling with teeth and wide eyes, smiling with teeth and winking, and smiling with teeth and both eyes closed.

A collection of 7 images of an ice cap (with sunglasses) from Undertale's face, each expressing a different emotion. From left to right, the expressions go: neutral with tired eyes, neutral with wide eyes, surprised, angry, maniacal laughing, evilly grinning, and nervous/looking off to the side, sweating.

A collection of 3 images, each containing a different expression portrayed by op's oc. the oc is a reddish-pink flower with a green stem and its petals behind its face with a loose strand, as if it is hair. The expressions portrayed, from left to right, go: smiling, smugly grinning, and angrily yelling.

The third sections begins with white text saying "DELTARUNE BATTLE MOCKUP (next line) $200 (next line) [This could take me a while to finish, so I'll only take on ONE of these at a time.]" Below this is two example images:

An image of a Deltarune-style battle scene with Night in the Woods characters. There is a red bar on the left side of the screen that has white text next to it vertically reading "TP 0%" and a menu with a text box on the bottom containing Mae and Gregg, Mae with 150/150 HP and Gregg with 170/170.Mae's icon is in light blue and Gregg's is in orange. It appears as if the user is selecting what to do with Mae's turn, hovering over the fight button. In the text box below, there is white text that reads "* The cultists strike back!". The fight setting is in a grassy area in front of a red, sunken furnace with bricks surrounding it. On the left towards the top, Mae is holding a baseball bat behind herself with both hands, and below her Gregg is holding a crossbow with his right hand, his left hand in front of him, looking angry. On the right, there are two identical looking cuktists in brown, hooded robes and boots holding shotguns.

An image of a Deltarune-style battle scene with Night in the Woods characters. There is a red bar on the left side of the screen that has white text next to it vertically reading "TP 0%" and a menu with a text box on the bottom containing Mae with 150/150 HP. It appears as if the user is selecting what to do with Mae's turn, hovering over the fight button. Mae's icon is light blue. In the text box below, there is text that reads "* CASEY awaits your first move." The text is shakey, and all white except for 'CASEY', which is blue with glitching text behind it. The fight setting is in a starry sky area, with the head of the Sky Cat watching Mae. On the left is Mae in a blue color pallette entirely except for her pupils, which are red. She is holding a baseball bat behind her with two hands. On the right is Casey, a shadowy cat figure whearing a long coat. He has glowing white eyes and facial features with a glowing blue outline.

The fourth section begins with red text that states "THINGS I WILL NOT DRAW:" with a lower opacity, larger 'NOT' behind the main text to create an echoey effect. Below this is a bulleted list in white text containing "NSFW, RACIST/BIGOTED THINGS, NFTS, (and) ANYTHING I DON'T WANT TO". Beneath this is a bit of text that says "SO, feel free to message me on either Tumblr or my Discord, @creepabotinc." with '@creepabotinc' in yellow text. /end id.]

#creepa art #commissions open #emergency commissions

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19burstraat · 1 month

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Ok we all know guild me, build me exists due to my artistic abilities being very lacking in the visual arts, so rather than drawing the crows in the komedie brute, I had to write kaz in. however I had ideas for the others that I couldn't get into a fic, so I've put em down here

Kaz: (description ripped from guild me, build me):

a heavy black cape, sewn with stolen chains and jewels so that it jingled upon every movement (...) It was marked up and slit here and there, on the edges and at the collar, to give the impression of crow’s feathers, and it was made of some kind of shiny, velvety fabric that had the oily shine of crow’s plumage. The gloves were the same material, thinner and more embroidered than Kaz would have ever entertained, and the cane was a plain, inaccurate copy– (...) the mask; a silver crow’s head (...) crooked over the eyes and nose, almost like a Kaelish plague mask. But it left the mouth unblocked; of course it did. Dirtyhands needed to talk.

Inej:

Light and flimsy dark (doesn't have to be black; could be blue or grey) fabric for the veil and cloak. Has an element of spiderwebby fraying to it which is a nod to her being... Well, a spider lmao. But also meant to look ghostly and insubstantial, can sometimes see a metal shiny suggestion of knives underneath it. The veil can be parted just down the side of her face, so you can occasionally see a bit of her face, but never the whole thing. Would not be a practical costume to climb or spy in; too long and bothersome, the same way Kaz's Dirtyhands cloak would not be practical to pickpocket in. Sometimes productions get her a few cheap sheath knives.

Jesper:

Rabbit head mask, short cloak in some batshit colour like green or pink, lined w rabbit's fur and threaded with gambling chips, 'lucky' rabbits feet, coins, and stray bullets. Adornments tied on loosely so they swing everywhere when he moves. This way there's also a real risk of the Kaz and Jesper actors getting tangled together if they interact, which is not symbolic, just funny. This is our get-along Komedie Brute costume :) (we are stuck)

Wylan:

A once-fine red cloak with a high ruffly collar-- now tattered and singed and gone to seed. Little bits of wiring or string or pouches of powders etc sewn into it; sneakily embroidered with the Van Eck laurel around the edges. Mask, while elaborate and matching with the cloak, only covers the top half of his face, as if he's not quite as all-in as the others. For similar reasons, the cloak is half-length.

Matthias:

Wolf's head mask ofc, white fur cape a lot longer and more substantial than Jesper's, with heavy furring around the neck (made to bulk out the actor if they're not the right stature, which most will not be). Likely they also weight his boots to make his tread sound more imposing. Possibly a wig if they can afford one, since Druskelle are known for the long hair.

Nina:

Porcelain-doll Venetian style mask (you know the ones!) with a single black tear-- referential both to that bit in CK when they identified themselves that way in the crowd of Mister Crimsons, and the Queen of Mourning thing. Mask is covered with a very light veil, and she wears a long heavy silk cloak with a bit of a hint of a kefta, but not enough to get the Komedie Brute in shit from Ravkan Grisha lmao. Entrance usually heralded with a blue corpselight.

I imagine dependent on the production and the costumier they could look great and beautifully elaborate, or they could look cheap and shit lmao.

Bonus: I got bored and made a mock-up of a page of a Komedie play. I edited over the first folio for this, yes. Sorry to the Big W.S.

#right I think this is all right now. finally #fuckass blue site so glitchy it posts my shit early.#six of crows #soc duology #my fics #my post #grishaverse

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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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hi katyyy

not really holiday themed, but winter themed. how do you think would going with hobie ice skating look? (also maybe getting some hot chocolate).

i'm just SURE our man would look magnificent with snowflakes on his eyelashes

have good night/day!!

Adorable!! Thank you for all the love! 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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You'd thought bringing The Spider-Man to a skating rink would be an adorable date idea. His agility combined with his flexibility, not to mention his godly balance. You thought he'd fit right in even though it's his first time on the rink.

But the moment Hobie steps foot on the frozen rink his long legs start to wobble and skid along the ice like a newborn giraffe. His arms are flailing along his sides, trying to balance himself on the sharp ice skates.

You glide by his side, ready to catch him if need be. You're also a bit wobbly on your skates but still doing a lot better than your date.

“Please just take my hand” you hold out your hand for him to take.

“No, ‘m tellin' you I can do this” he stares at the ground, trying to skate or at least move a few inches. He lurches a bit, you instinctively take hold of his shoulder.

You both grimace from almost falling on the harsh ice.

“I can do it, lovie” he turns his head towards you without moving a muscle in his body to prevent losing his balance again. Hobie gives you his best puppy dog eyes. “I can't believe ‘m saying this but you can let go of me now.”

You chuckle, cold air puffing out of your icy lips. “Okay, I believe in you.”

“Kiss for good luck?” He's still like a tree, but his legs are shaking slightly in the cool weather.

You oblige of course, giving him a chaste kiss that invigorates him nonetheless. The warmth from his lips makes you want to kiss him more, alas you're in public so you let him go or else you'll actually show everyone what PDA truly means.

“You can do it!” You cheer him on as he glides on the ice from your small push.

His legs are apart, trying to balance. Too apart, and now he's in near splits. And down he goes on the ice, still in a split position. He laughs loudly, his pants will surely be wet from the melting ice by the end of the night.

Wincing, you skate towards him, careful not to run over his fingers.

“You okay, Hobie?” looking down at him, you can't help but laugh too, finding it contagious.

He beams up at you, the twinkling lights make his smiling eyes glitter under it, snowflakes dot along his long eyelashes. His piercings look almost iridescent. Hobie takes your breath away and you'll gladly give it.

“‘m fine, but my ego's bruised” he takes your hand, you help lift him back on his feet which was a bit of a struggle because of the slippery ice.

You hold his hands which are uncharacteristically cold. You're already reaching for your own gloves, taking them off swiftly before he protests. It's a bit short on him but it'll do.

“You're good, don't worry, I still fancy you after seeing you fall on your ass.” Putting both fluffy gloves on both of his hands, you don't notice the hearts in his eyes as he stares at you. “You were very graceful by the way.”

“I've got you wrapped around my little finger, eh?” He pokes your side that makes you yelp.

Hobie (currently drowning in all of your affection) takes your face in his hands, your own gloves warming your cheeks. For a second you'd thought he'd kiss you but he just stares, admiring how the holiday lights make you look ethereal and sighing longingly at the snowflakes trapped in your eyebrows and lashes.

“What?” You giggle, his warmth seeping to your skin.

“Nothin' just looking at my very own holiday miracle.”

“Sap” you're sure the heat on your cheeks aren't from the gloves.

Hobie pecks the frosty tip of your nose, “let's get hot chocolate, I'm freezing my arse off here”

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #x reader #spider punk #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x gn! reader #spider punk x you #hobie fluff #fanfic #hobie x reader

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kyber-kisses · 10 months

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The Red String

Miguel Ohara x Spider!reader

Summary: Legend has it, there is an invisible red thread that connects us to those we are destined to meet. Regardless of time, place, or circumstances. It may stretch and tangle but never break.

Warnings: slight ATSV spoilers, cursing, canon typical violence.

A/N: HI FELLOW SIMPS! Please enjoy this mediocre fic that I wrote because I’m in love with Miguel.

A freak.

That’s what you felt like.

But surprising enough it wasn’t due to the enhanced spider abilities like crawling up the walls and sensing a flying projectile from a mile away.

No. No, it was the issue with your fucking soul string.

Letting out a deep sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the fire escape, pulling off your glove as you examined your hand. . . Or more accurately; your pinkie finger.

The thin faded string tied around your small finger was nothing but a hinderance to you at this point. When your mind was supposed to be on New York and keeping the streets safe it was instead occupied with thoughts about the stupid little string.

Everyone had one. Hell, everyone was born with one. A soul string. Only you and one other person can see your string. To everyone else it’s invisible. Like a sort of ghost others can walk through and not even notice.

The other end of it was tied to your soulmate.

Most people go out and find theirs between the time they’re twenty and thirty, others just wait for the moment to come naturally. But in the end it was a universal fact: everyone had a soulmate.

Except for you apparently.

It was either that or they had died at some point. Either way, the end of your string didn’t go anywhere. It was a faded red and only stretched a few feet in front of you before fading into nothing. It went no where.

And that’s why you were thankful only you could see your string because of others knew. . . Oh boy would you be an outcast.

Then again, you already felt like one.

“Stupid fucking thing-“ you hissed, scraping your finger along where the string was tied in a futile attempt to get it off. But like always. . . It didn’t work. Your finger phased through it as if it were nothing more than a figment of your imagination. In other words: it wasn’t on the physical plane of existence.

You don’t know why you let it bother you so much, like hell- you were a fucking web slinging superhero, what more did you need?

As of being able to tell you were caving in on yourself, the police radio next to you crackled to life.

“Yeah, we got some sort of hi-tech robotic octopus dude climbing up the side of the bank on east 48th, we need back up over here—“

A groan of annoyance left your lips as you swung your legs back onto the fire escape, pulling your mask back on before tossing the radio into your bag.

It was always fucking something.

Why didn’t the universe ever allow you just fives minutes of peace? Sometimes all you wanted was to wallow in self pity but no. New York had to keep pumping out new villains by the handful.

But at least the journey from Greenpoint to Midtown was quick. All you had to do was go down Huron Street, leap across a few moving ferries before swinging through the midtown tunnel. Practically a walk in the park.

At least it was until you got to your destination.

Despite the obnoxious amount of light pollution that New York gave off, the explosions were easy to see and so was the weird fucking guys scaling the side of the bank with. . . What were those? Tentacles.

Coming to a stop on a roof a block or so down, you observed the scene quickly, finding potential ways to bring the guy down along with potential exit strategies of things went side ways.

It was only when you were readying yourself to dive off the side of the building and begin your attack did all your movements falter. Skidding across the gravel rooftop, you stopped at the ledge, watching with wide eyes as some other. . . person grappled with the guy you were gunning for.

A person. . . Who seems to have similar abilities to you?

Beneath your mask your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you watched the figure swing around them, dodging blows as swiftly and quickly as you did.

At the same time the faded red string around your finger faltered. The band glitching into a violent pixelated mess before resorting to its regular bland old self once more.

You really couldn’t catch a break couldn’t you?

With an annoyed shake of your head you focused your attention back to the other spider person and the tentacle guy on the wall.

You had to get closer, maybe then you could get a better look. Plus. . . Whoever they were might need help, and who were you if not someone always there to lend a helping hand.

In the end you did end up getting a better look because the second you got close you watched as the new spider person was slammed into the side of the building, one of the mechanic arms of the enemy latched tightly around them.

Your body was moving before your brain was and a second later you where sailing through the air like a dart, your foot slamming into the jaw of the criminal.

The movement was enough to shake him and with that the cows released the person in its grasp. A mask similar to your own stared back at you, it’s eyes wide as the person beneath look at you.

“What? The least I could get is a thank you.” You speak plainly, ducking a swing from the man behind you.

“Oh uh yeah, thanks.”

Trying to multitask between taking down the guy behind you and conversing with the vigilante in front of you, you paused before bringing your foot in a swift sailing arc towards your assailant, once again knocking them down a few pegs.

“You wanna tell me whit his guy is?”

“You don’t have a Doc Ock here?”

You duck another mechanic arm, moving quickly to web it firmly to the side of the building you were currently grappling on. “What do you mean here?”

“You know, this reality?”

You paused in your movements, titling your head. “What did you smoke?”

Though you couldn’t see it, you could sense the way they rolled their eyes under their mask. “Ok enough of this, just help me take down this guy and I’ll explain everything.”

There was silence for a moment as you thought it over before quickly nodding, and with that the two of you sprung into action.

In less than two minutes the attacker was down, bound firmly in webbing on the sidewalk of the bank.

“I’ve never seen this guy before. And you sounded surprised when I said that.” You folded your arms, looking down at the unconscious villian in front of you.

“I mean, most spidermen have some variant of him in their reality.” The guy next to you shrugged.

“Their reality?” Turning your head you looked at the person next to you and the blue and red spandex suit that cling to their body.

“Yeah, you know- the multiverse?”

“Bullshit. That ain’t real.”

“Oh trust me, it is.”

You raised an eyebrow underneath your mask. “Why should I trust you? I don’t even know your name.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Does it sound like I’m kidding?”

The so called spider-man inc don’t if you sighed, hand going to his hips. “My names Peter B. Parker. I’m from a different reality. Earth 616-B to be exact.”

Despite how ridiculous he sounded your senses were telling you everything he said was true. “How did you get here?”

“A gizmo.”

“Ok now I have to call bullshit. You have something called a fucking gizmo that got you here? That sounds like something a kid would call their toy.”

At that Peter laughs. “Oh ho! That’s good, wait till I tell Miguel that someone called his devices a child’s toy. Oh I’m gonna have to record that—“

“Miguel?”

“He’s the boss man, the one who sent me here to grab that guy.” Peter points down at the unconscious Doc Ock on the ground.

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Well you give me a reason to ask a lot of questions.”

There’s a pause and you can only assume that beneath his mask he mouth his hanging slightly open as he thinks. “I. . . Ok fair enough. I’ll give you that. Long story short, this guy isn’t from your reality which means that if I don’t get him back to his your whole world could start to disintegrate. We call guys like this anomalies.”

It’s your turn to be quiet, your eyes wide as you listen to him. “oH. Ok then. Yeah please get this guy out of here then.” Nodding quickly, you stepped back. “I’d rather not have my world disintegrate.”

“I’m completely agree.” Peter nodded, moving to punch a code into the device on his wrist. . . Or gizmo as he called it. You nearly jumped out of your suit a moment later when a multi colored portal whizzed open behind him, brining with it a dull sort of hum that made your spider senses stand on end. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get this guy back to HQ for processing before sending him home.”

You could only nod silently as your eyes stayed glued to the portal, mouth hanging slightly ajar in pure wonder. “Uh yeah- yeah.”

With a swift throw, Peter launched the unconscious Doc Ock through the portal. “It was nice meeting you fellow spider. . . ling?” He nodded as he stepped into the portal himself. “Maybe I’ll see you around again at some point.”

And with that he was gone.

And you should have left it at that. You should have just watched the portal close, turn on your heel and headed home. . . Or maybe a bar. Either or sounded like a good idea.

But you did neither.

Because hair as you were readying yourself to leave the tiny red string around your finger glitched again, the fading red line pointing in the direction of the closing portal.

You were moving before your brain was, the portal closing shut behind you, drowning you in darkness.

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel ohara fic

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Masquerade P2

(3rd POV)

As soon as they got back to the hotel, (Y/N) quickly went to his room, the door slamming through the hotel loudly.

"Whoa, what happened?" Vaggie asked her girlfriend who was staring up at the stairs where her brother fled. "(Y/N)...just needs time." she said softly. 'I hope this doesn't turn into another Archer situation.' Charlie thought sadly.

* A few hours later*

Angel burst into the door with a groan, rubbing his face. He didn't notice Charlie waving at him with a nervous look on her face.

Angel plopped at the bar, next to (Y/N) who now was calm, was sipping on a strawberry Daiquiri, his favorite alcoholic drink. "Ugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make." He addressed Husk, one of his lower hands reaching out for (Y/N).

The prince smiled to himself before grabbing the offered hand, and use his thumb to rub little circles on the back of Angel's hand.

"Hmm, you look like shit." commented Husk, turning around and grabbing a hard liquor. Angel sat up, and took a deep breath, brushing his hair back. "Pfft. Not possible. Just a long shoot. Nothin' new." He shrugged.

As Husk finished pouring the drink, Angel snatched the glass and chugged like a pro. "Oh! I said a strong one." he hissed.

"Excuse me." Husk exclaimed, pouring more. " I didn't realize this was a 'drinking to forget' kind of night." He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all." mocked Angel, waving 3 of his hands around.

"Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink." he sassed, tipping over the glass. "Tesoro...if you have a problem, you're not gonna find the solution at the bottom of a bottle." (Y/N) said, squeezing Angel's hand. Angel rolled his eyes.

"I should know, I've been lookin' there a long time." Husk muttered.

"Oh sure, and where should I look? Hmm? In your bedroom, maybe?" Angel hummed, tilted a bottle, eye lids low as he looked his boyfriend up and down.

"Under the covers? Maybe we can go look together?" The spider walked red gloved fingers up (Y/)'s shoulder with a smirk.

"Angel, no. Not when you're like this." (Y/N) pushed the Spider away gently, his efforts fruitless as he grabbed the prince's wing and curled closer to him, wrapping his wing around them both, looking into (Y/N)'s mismatched eyes with lust in his.

"Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap!" "NO!"

(Y/N) used his magic to put Angel back in his seat gently, and put some distance between them, arms crossed over his arms, sadness in his eyes. "I'm not Valentino, tesoro. I won't use you when you can't properly consent. Come to bed when you're ready." With that, (Y/N) teleported else where.

The Italian spider looked down at his hand, wondering if he'd gone too far this time. "Fucking hell." Husk sighed, making Angel turn to the cat.

"You can cut the act already. It's never going to work on (Y/N), so all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit."

"Call me fake one more time, mutha fuka," Angel stood to his feet, towering over the cat, main and bottom eyes now open and glowing a magenta color, teeth bared.

".....Fake." smirked the bartender.

"Fuckin' asshole!" Angel started to get taller before hitting his head on the bar. "Augh! God!" He groaned, falling on the floor, holding his head.

"Ya done?" deadpanned Husk, looking down at the spider.

Angel growled angrily, "Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me!" He threw the bottle at Husk who merely moved his head, as Angel continued to rant. "Ya know how much I'm worth? Ya know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them?" The spider drunkenly got up and pointed at Husk who was unbothered.

"Fuck you! Have fun being a lonely piece of shit." He spat before running away, pushing Vaggie to the side, who happened to be walking by. "Woah--the hell? Angel, where are you going?' she asked.

"Out!" he screamed, slamming the door.

"Husk, what did you do?" she asked, side eyeing him.

"Made him a drink." shrugged the cat, feigning innocence.

"Oh, no. He looked really upset." Charlie commented, looking at the door the spider slammed.

"It's just Angel. He'll be fine." Husk rolled his eyes.

Charlie looked down, thinking of how earlier went, and how the two men were behaving. "I'm not so sure." She walked into Vaggie's comforting arms, "I really messed up at the studio today and he got...Ugh, it was.. it wasn't good, okay." Vaggie smiled softly at her girlfriend, pushing her hair from her face, before scowling at the gambling demon.

"Gee, sounds like someone should go after him." She said sarcastically. Husk blinked at her. "Someone named, 'Husk.'" She glared.

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me. Why don't you go if you're so worried? Or send (Y/N)." He crossed his arms. "Because it wasn't (Y/N) or me who sent him storming out." The two demons glared at each other as Vaggie approached.

"You caused it. You drag him back." "No! No...Don't force him back. Just...make sure he's safe." Charlie pleaded before hugging herself. "I pushed too hard today, and I only made things worse. He'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then." Husk growled as he accepted the princess' request.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to write 100 apology letters and a lesson plan for tomorrow about....boundaries." She smiled brightly as Husk rolled his eyes.

Charlie walked towards the foyer area, grunting when she ran into her brother. "Oh, sorry, Char." His voice was off, "(Cute nickname), are you okay?" She asked, softly. "Hm? Oh, yes, Char I'm fine. I just have an....errand to run. I'll be back later." (Y/N) ruffled Charlie's hair before leaving.

Not one time did he make eye contact with her.

*With Angel and Husk*

Angel walked gleefully into a club, with Husk keeping a safe distance to not be spotted. Angel snorted a line of coke off the table before leaning back and cackling loudly. "I'm so fucked up!"

Husk grumbled before sitting at the bar and paying the bartender. "Gimme a whiskey." The bartender filled up a glass before pulling away. "I mean the whole bottle, jackass." hissed the cat, snatching the bottle into his grasp.

"Haha, yea, yea, so I said, 'You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives!' I've got better options." The high spider smiled, thinking of a certain prince. The men he was sitting with laughed, you got that right!" "Hey, babe! Be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice." He smirked, shaking his glass at one of the men he was sitting with.

The shark demon took the glasses, and pointed at the glasses, grinning when they were full. Once the bartender finished filling them, the shark opened a potion and poured some in Angel's glass.

Husk watched wide eyed before huffing and pushing his bottle away with a scowl. "Here you go, darlin'. Just for you--woah!" cooed the shark, holding the drugged drink to Angel,yelping when he was dragged from behind.

"Nice try, fuckhead." hissed Husk throwing the demon to the side, pulling Angel to his feet and using playing cards to cut the nets surrounding the shark gang. "What the? Hey!" Angel yelped. "H-H-H-Hey! Hey!" he protested.

*Outside the club*

Husk pushed Angel out of the club, gripping his upper arms. "Husk! What the actual fuck are you doin' here?" He demanded, "Let go of me!"

"No, I'm takin' you back to the hotel." Husk grunted as he was pushed back by the Angel. "Get off!" Angel grunted, putting space between the two.

"That fucker put somethin' in your drink." Husk scowled. "Ya don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink?" Angel rolled his eyes, dusting himself off. "I do this all the fuckin' time."

"You just let people drug you all the time?" Husk asked.

"You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit!" He gestured around the neighborhood, Husk looking at him concerned.

"I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me. I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself." Angel growled, leaning down to glare directly into Husk's eyes. "I can handle myself."

"Really? Because I just saw someone self destructing. It seems like--I don't know." Husk pulled on his suspenders, "Ya might need a bartender to talk to."

Angel laughed incredulously, "Oh, so now you're going to act like you give shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm going to open up to you? Please. " He scoffed, walked away.

"Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real and not some bullshit version of yourself. Always pushin' people's boundaries." Husk growled, not noticing Angel getting angrier.

"Lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are. How famous, how hot! So you might as well just cut the act."

"It's not an act!" Angel cried, turning to face the cat, tears in his eyes. "It's who I need to be. And this..." He gestured around, "This is my escape! Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate...everything." Angel stared at something in the distance. "A place where I can get high, and not think about how much it hurts." he sobbed, lower arms hugging his midsection.

"And maybe..if I can ruin myself enough in the process, if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go." Angel said softly, sitting on the curb, hugging his knees to his chest. "Principe, is the only one who..loves me for me. Not for my holes, or the fact that I'm a porn star, but me." He muttered, tears in his eyes as he cringed at the way he treated his sweet cheeks.

Husk looked down before sitting next to the spider. "I was an Overlord once,ya know." Angel looked up at him in slight surprise. "Yeah." smiled Husk as he got lost in thought, "And uh...it was nice to have that power."

"But when you're dealing in souls, while also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty hard. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous. So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to..keep you afloat, even making deals yourself." Husk shook himself out of his thoughts, looking down at his feet.

"So I know what it's like to...regret the choices made and knowin' ya can't take it back."

The two quickly hopped behind a car as the gangsters shot at them. "Shit!" cursed Husk before he pulled out his playing cars. "Stay down, I'll deal with this." He missed Angel's own grin.

"Haha! You're fuckin' dead!" called a shark, as Husk started cackling wildly, bringing out his bomb dice and slicing up a few others with his playing cards, grunting when one hopped on his shoulder. "We got you now!" He laughed manically.

"You motherfuck--" Husk's eyes widen when the shark was suddenly off him. He turned to see Angel with a tommy gun in his hands. "Eat lead, sucker! Hahahaha!" He laughed excitedly, shooting wildly.

Once the shark was dead Angel held a hand to Husk. I told ya, I can handle myself baby." Angel grinned, before pulling out all 6 of his arms, each holding a gun, before shooting again, laughing manically. "This did not go as planned." groaned a demon before falling to the ground dead.

"Heh.." Husk sighed as Angel put his guns and two of his arms away. "Well, that wasn't something I didn't expect to see."

"Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at." He winked. Husk smirked, "Good to know, because this guy ain't half bad." "Careful now, (Y/N) is a generous lover but he is also hella jealous." giggled Angel, making Husk laugh loudly.

*At the Hotel*

Angel and Husk laughed as they entered the hotel foyer, still covered in blood. "He had like, three bills, and it took him like 30 minutes to count it. His eyes are so shit." Angel rolled his eyes at the memory of Valentino.

"And this is the guy you gotta take orders from?" Husk snickered. "I know. What a fucking joke, right?" the spider snorted, grunting when Charlie suddenly hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Angel. I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever--" "Charlie." Angel snapped her out of her rambling softly.

Charlie opened her eyes to see Angel looking softly at her. "It's fine. I get it. Thanks....for carin' about me." Angel hesitantly placed a hand on Charlie's head, ruffling it slightly.

The princess sniffed before sobbing loudly. Angel quickly picked her up like she weighed nothing, and held her out to Vaggie who was smiling in amusement. "Ehhhhh....I think this is yours." Angel deadpanned.

"Okay, missy, let's get you to bed." "He--he--he said--he--for-forgave meeee!" Charlie sobbed, "Oh, it's so beautiful, Vaggie!"

The two demons watched as the demoness' walked away before Husk nudged Angel, "Hey how 'bout that drink?" Angel smiled apologetically, gesturing to the stairs. "Rain check..I gotta-" "Yeah, I know. Go to your prince." Husk grinned, heading off to his own room.

*In (Y/N)'s room*

The prince hummed to himself, sitting on his balcony, sketching in his book again. Rocco, Fat Nuggets and KeeKee were curled around his feet, snoozing away, when they heard the door open.

"Hey, bambola." Angel said quietly, coming to join (Y/N) on the balcony. "Hey, tesoro. You feelin' better?" He asked, briefly looking at the spider before turning to his book. "Yeah, amore, I--uh..I wanted to aplogize--" "You have nothing to apologize for, Anthony." Angel gasped hearing his real name.

"You only acted like that because that's from the fake love you received." The blond stood up, and cupped Angel's face in his hands, smiling softly. "But I will show you what real love is." He kissed Angel's forehead before leading him to bed, and with a snap of his fingers, the two were dressed in their pjs.

"Angel, I have something to show you."(Y/N) grinned excitedly, making Angel smile at his excitement.

(Y/N) snapped his fingers, and revealed.......

Angel's contract..with Valentino.

Angel inhaled sharply, looking at (Y/N) with a questioning look in his eyes. "Mia cara, (My dear" (Y/N) held Angel's face in his other hand. "You are free now." with that promise, the two men watched as the contract burned up, instantly freeing the spider.

(Y/N) grunted when Angel pulled him into a tight hug, sobbing in ecstatic relief. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, grazie, grazie, grazie, grazie mille..(Thank you, thank you so much)" Angel kept repeating himself, (Y/N) smiling as he held the sobbing spider.

"Farò qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro."

*End!*

Translations:

Farò qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro (I'll do anything for you, darling.)

Grazie millie Thank you so much.)

Mia cara (My dear)

bambola ( Doll)

Tesoro: (Sweetheart, darling, etc. any nicknames like that)

#storydays #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #x male reader #hazbin lucifer #viziepop

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A FRIENDLY HALLOWEEN PARTY

Summary: Y/N is having her first Halloween party with her mom and new step-dad Negan Smith. Negan met her mom about year ago when he moved to teach at a local high school in town. Y/N is home from college for her mom’s annual Halloween party when her costume pushes Negan over the limit.

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of oral sex, cursing, daddy kink, drinking, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Negan is in his 40s), stepdad! x reader relations, public sex!, dirty talk, jealous! Negan, bathroom sex!, and cheating.

DAY TWO OF KINKTOBER

The house looked like October threw up in there. Y/N’s mother was completely obsessed with Halloween, ever since she was three they had a Halloween Party. It was a friendly Halloween Party a few drinks were served for adults, lots of finger foods, music, and games for the children attending. This year was a little bit different than the rest, Y/N’s stepdad was having their first Halloween together in the house.

Y/N’s mother remarried last Christmas to Negan Smith, a high school teacher who just moved in next door. Y/N hated the fact she thought her own stepfather was hot. He used to be her next-door neighbor she could watch him when he mowed his lawn shirtless innocently, but now it feels weird. Y/N was quite surprised to see how fast her mother moved after her father left a couple of years ago.

Y/N wrapped the rest of the fake spider web across her fireplace in the living area. Y/N was home for her fall break, helping her mom with the decorations for the party. Her mother was in the kitchen getting all the food and drinks together, laying everything out neatly. Y/N was dressed in a shorter black dress, it was complimented with black gloves and her witch hat. Her makeup was darker than normal, giving her the witch look she was going for. Y/N’s mother dressed in her own more covered witch costume.

Y/N could hear Negan’s feet patter down the staircase close, she had not seen him since she got ready. Her and Negan’s relationship was rather complicated, she liked him and they got along.. maybe too well. The guilt stirred in her stomach knowing what happened just a couple of weeks ago, her mother was completely unaware of anything going on between them two.

Y/N fucked her stepdad.

She couldn’t even tell how it happened or how it all started that night. One minute she was coming home late from a bar with her friends, the next Negan was furious with stumbling in at 2 AM. He confronted her at the door, Y/N was astonished at his reaction, she was in her twenties for fucks sake. Y/N thought maybe the alcohol in her system made her more confident, but she pushed it a little too far that night. Negan’s thoughts about his stepdaughter kept happening, haunting his dreams at night. The guilt he had soon left, finally showing her who was the boss.

Fucking her against the front door, covering her muffled screams so her mother didn’t hear her fucking her “daddy.” As Negan quoted himself that night.

Y/N kept her back turned, the decorations looked pretty good she just had to keep herself from not peering over at him. Y/N felt the man behind her, still hearing his feet heading to the kitchen; greeting her mother. “The house looks great, you girls did a wonderful job.” Negan's voice sent chills down Y/N’s spine; she gave in finally glancing over and seeing Negan eyeing her. Negan did not have a costume on, just dressed in a leather jacket and black bootcut pants. His freshly saved face from a couple of weeks ago was no more, with his face with that beard again Y/N loved. Y/N realized how long she was looking, clearing her throat and moving away from the fireplace. Y/N’s heels clicked on the wooden floor entering the kitchen with her mother and stepfather. Negan’s eyes stayed on her the whole time, she felt like he was eating her alive with his eyes.

“Y/N has been the interior designer, she always loved doing it.” Her mother giving her full credit, Negan placed a kiss on his wife's cheek quickly, his hands staying in his pockets. Y/N was not sure but his actions were different towards her mother's, Y/N wished she did not feel this way about Negan. She hated how she did not regret fucking him weeks ago, while her mother slept upstairs. She knew she would do it again in a heartbeat. Negan rubbed his scrub on his face, the doorbell interrupted his lustful thoughts about his stepdaughter who stood in front of him in a shorter dress showing each curve she had. Y/N’s mother clapped excitedly, knowing guests were starting to arrive.

“I’ll get the door, Y/N get some music going, darling.” Her mother smiled, heading over to the front entry way leaving the two by themselves in the kitchen. Y/N’s stomach twisted up, keeping herself glued in place as Negan’s eyes roamed her body. Negan lingered closer, his face emotionless. “You think the outfit is appropriate, sweetheart?” Negan questioned her, his eyes staying on her bare legs. His teeth brushed over his lips lustfully. Y/N was nervous, his actions scared her in a good way. “Do you not like it?” Y/N asked innocently, looking down at her costume, “Mother thought it was perfect and simple.” Her lips curled into a playful smirk, Negan’s face however still seemed furious.

“I think you look hot baby girl, but I don’t want other eyes wandering,” Negan confessed, his presence closer to her. Y/N's nails dug into her hands, feeling so deep like they could draw blood, “if they do I guess I’ll have to punish you.” Y/N legs started to feel weak. “You’re not supposed to have those types of feelings Negan.” Y/N playfully said, she was serious though in a way. Negan’s feelings for her were lustful but deeper than that.

“I could say the same to you, doll.” He knew she felt the same way about him. When Negan met her mother it was a while before he got to meet her especially with her being away at college. When he finally met Y/N he thought she was so beautiful, and quite a catch. During the later nights when she was home, he got to know her better. She was so smart, they had things in common he never thought they would share.

He remembered the dreams he started to have, the thoughts of her sneaking into his mind. Negan could not help but give in to it when Y/N was begging for it.

Y/N reached over to the many foods and fruit her mother had laid on neatly. She reached for a strawberry biting into it slowly, Negan couldn’t believe he was getting turned on by her eating a fruit. “Enjoy the party, Daddy,” Y/N whispered seductively, walking away from Negan leaving them helpless and horny.

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A couple hours into the party, Y/N had a few drinks in her, talking to a few of her neighborhood friends. Her purple Halloween-themed cup was filled with her favorite iced alcoholic beverage. She laughed at her friend's joke, Y/N side-eyed Negan across the room with all his buddies, her mother in the kitchen catering to her friends.

The party was loud, kids ran playing throughout the house. A few adults dancing most were sitting around talking. Negan would keep a few glances over at Y/N, she looked so hot and her smile could send him over the edge.

“That’s one new daughter you got there, man.” One of Negan’s older buddies sipped his drink, and Negan felt a jealousy stir deep inside. “Yeah, she is something,” Negan murmured, chugging his drink to the end. His hands crushed the cup, and Y/N watched his movements towards the kitchen. “Excuse me.” She excused herself from the group, handing one of her friends her cup. Y/N crept up the stairs knowing Negan’s eyes wandered up with her.

Y/N turned the corner going into one of the guest bathrooms of the house before she could close the door a hand stopped hee causing her to jump. Negan stepped in quickly before eyes saw him, slamming the door behind him and locking in quickly. Y/N gasped as her back hit the sink being trapped in the smaller bathroom with the man.

His hand went right to her neck, causing a moan to fall off her lips. Negan’s lips curled, inches away from her face feeling the heat radiate off her body.

“Eager?” Negan teased her and growled against her. She let out the cutest whimper feeling Negan's semi-erect cock. Y/N bit her lip as Negan moved to bite her neck. Negan sucked a dark hickey on her bare neck, his hands still holding her throat. "Someone going to see the hickey, Negan," Y/N whined trying to push him back, Negan picked her up letting out a squeal. Luckily the music was blaring through the house no one could hear them.

"You belong to me," Negan growled, he wanted everyone to see that she was owned by him. Even if everyone knew it possibly could not be him. Negan growled once more, pushing her dress up.

“Fuck. Daddy.”

The younger woman breathed out, Y/N looked down at Negan, and all the cockiness she had was out the window. Negan was turned on by her submissiveness. Her lips glistened and hee lips swollen. Negan had her trapped under his grasp. Her limbs were trembling as Negan had his head between her neck. She bit her lip, almost tasting blood.

“Someone getting cold feet?” Y/N teased, pulling down the laced underwear she had under her black dress. Negan's eyes wandered down watching her every move. "Fuck me, then let's go back to the party." Negan could taste the alcohol on her breath mixed in with her lip gloss. He was so drawn in with her, that he hated it.

“It’s okay. Just relax baby, Daddy won’t hurt you.” Negan voice was calming, gently massage her bare thighs. Y/N's cheeks were flushed, sweat forming on her forehead. Negan let his finger drag across the bottom of her lip, she sucked the tips of his fingers.

“Don’t worry, you know I know how to treat a fine piece of ass.” Negan kissed her once again but this time, softer. Y/N moaned against Negan's lips. He reached his hands lower to touch the ends of her dress. Her thighs dared to close but Negan stopped her movements. “Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy.” Negan purred and her muscles slowly untensed. Negan slowly pulled down her dress up revealing her naked pussy which looked like the perfect dish to him. Her heels were still attached resting on the wall in front of them. Y/N's hips shifted, begging for a release.

“Mm, baby. You like that?” Negan said pressing harder against her, removing his jacket. Y/N's eyes closed feeling his finger brush her clit, she hummed hearing the buckle of the hit belt fall to the floor. She only nodded answering his question.

“Use your fucking words,” Negan warned. “Yes, I like it,” Y/N whined, feeling Negan's member tease her entrance. Negan could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. The older man nibbled her earlobe causing her to whimper. Without warning, Negan slammed into her as hard as he could. Her nails wanted to rip through her gloves, her witch hat still somehow on her head.

Y/N's mouth opened as he covered it quickly her muffled screams fought with his hand. His thrusts were quick and rough, and Y/N's head slammed into the mirror behind her. Negan's grunts followed his deep thrusts, his hand slowly moving from her mouth.

“Negan, it feels-“

“Oh yeah. Tell me, baby, tell me how I feel.” Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in his now bare chest. Negan laughed lightly, she felt amazing. He moaned at the warmth of her pussy, how tight she grew around him. Negan knew she was getting close and he was not going to be far behind her. "I'm close daddy." She stuttered out, Negan's sloppy thrust showing how close he was, "Come in me."

Negan loved the way she begged, how helpless she was in front of him around his cock. "Fuck baby, you got me close." Negan pulled her hair roughly, "What have you done to me? Got me pussy whipped." Y/N could just moan feeling herself realase around him, her head resting down on the mirror feeling his hand cover her loud moan. Negan soon released his load into her pussy, letting his thrust get slower and slower. Y/N could barely catch her breath, feeling like she was high on adrenaline still. Negan playfully patted her cheek, bringing her closer to his face. Her cheeks rested between his hands, listening to each of his words.

"Now let's go back and join the party, I'll come eat that pussy out after your mother is in bed." Negan kissed the tip of her nose leaving her in the bathroom to clean up.

Now this was a Halloween Party…

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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bandaids & kisses | p.p

gif not mine

tasm! peter x reader

summary: after a few encounters with the friendly neighborhood spider man, you let him in on a little secret. your crush on your best friend, peter parker.

warnings: typical tasm violence, blood, but mainly fluff.

a/n: guess who misses writing for peter parker & marvel ? that’s right, me ! decided i’d write for the character who started this whole journey since it’s been a while. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3.

requests open

not proofread

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“shit, salem!” you tried reaching for the cat. she crying, now stuck on the fire escape as it was down pouring. you didn’t even know how she got out, one minute she was laying on your bed, the next she was gone and you heard her pitiful cries.

“cmon, love” you tried luring her back but she didn’t budge. so there you sat, on your windowsill partially getting soaked. “you tried reaching out to grab her by the scruff but almost fell yourself. a pair of arms quickly retrieved your body and helped you back to your window, “are you alright?” his voice laced with familiarity. “yeah, i’m fine. just trying to get my cat” you answered, pushing wet hair sticking to your forehead away. he looked at you from behind his mask, then a few feet away spotting the black cat.

he slowly approached the kitten, “hey there” his voice was soft, almost calming. he carefully took the cat in his arms, before handing her back to you. “i’d say both of you take a warm shower. don’t want you catching a cold” he chuckled.

that was your first encounter with the neighborhood's spiderman.

since then, he would always stop by and you both would sit on the windowsill just to talk. and always careful to not let the cat out again. he knew some of your secrets even your best friend didn’t know.

“so, have any boyfriends?” he abruptly asked, causing you to burst out laughing. “me?” you pointed to yourself, “no.” you shook your head. “not at all. the guy i like isn’t interested.” the super hero stopped by again one weekend while you were eating lunch.

peter felt his heart sink a bit, you liked someone? why haven’t you told him? “why do you say that?” he asked. “just, i don’t think he sees me like that. we’ve been friends for over ten years now. i guess i’m just afraid of rejection.”

“well you look like shit.” peter chimed, coming up to you in the courtyard and sitting in front of you at the picnic bench. “yeah, well, that’s what i get for pulling an all-nighter” you sniffled. “why were you up all night?” he blinked “chem test, remember?” you said, taking a swig from your water bottle. he nodded, taking his backpack off and setting it next to his feet. “of course. it’s always chem” closing the water bottle you nodded, “well, i was out yesterday and i picked this up” he changed the subject, digging in his backpack and pulling out a cassette tape. “found that i didn’t know if you already had it”

you picked up the cassette, eyes widened as it had been the only one missing from your collection of one of your favorite artists. “peter? how did you know?!” you grinned examining the condition of the item. “i know things, about you y/n” he laughed, resting his head on his hand.

you sat on your windowsill, peter hanging on the fire escape. “what’s that?” he asked pointing to your walkman. “oh!” you beamed, reaching for it. “it’s a new cassette my friend got.” showing him. he took it into his hands, peter recognizing the tape. he smiled underneath the mask. “that’s cool” he handed the device back to you. “who got it?” he asked.

you sat the walkman back in your bedroom. “peter” you answered. “i collect cassettes, and he found it yesterday. it was the last one i needed to complete my collection of my favorite artist” you smiled. “that’s awesome. cool interest too” he rubbed his latex gloves together. “peter is..” you trailed off. “he is the guy i like. he told me he remembers things about me” you shrugged.

peter looked at you, had he not been obvious enough? he thought that his actions were pretty clear, with all of the gifts he’s given and small things he remembered about you. he always looked forward to being with you. it was the highlight of his day. everything you did amazes him, your beautiful mind, and your creative ways. so, when it became a routine for his persona to stop by and hang out, he took it for granted. he got to see you.

within a second, you heard sirens from around the block. “oh shit” you mumbled. peter felt his body tense as he stood up. “i’ve got to go.” he swung off your fire escape. you yelled for him but he was already gone.

you were a bit worried the whole night. what’s bad happened? it wasn’t on the news just yet but you heard the screams and yells from pedestrians. it made your heart race and stomach churn.

it was close to midnight when he appeared at your window.

tap tap tap

you walked over in a hurry, opening the window and revealing a soaked spiderman. in blood and the rain. you didn’t know what to say. you were freshly out of the shower and you quickly opened the window.

why would he come back to you?

he came back because you were his best friend. it was time that he finally told you the truth about this facade. now, he was almost unconscious on your balcony. it was bound to happen for you to find out who he was and it so happened it would be tonight.

“oh my god…” you breathed, quickly helping him inside. he held his side, as you lead him to the bed. peter was in a lot of pain, he knew his sides had to look pretty bad from falling from far above. you sat him on your bed, eyes wide staring at him. “what happen?” you asked, and he shrugged. “i don’t know. i was swinging, there were these guys. it was a huge fight, and the next thing i knew i was on the pavement, and now i’m here” he groaned, gesturing to his side. “okay, um..” you looked around your room for anything, then you thought about your mothers first aid. “stay here, i have something that will help.” he nodded, watching you leave.

peter leaned his head back, he felt suffocated in the mask but knew it would probably be awkward for you to just walk in and see your best friend. so he decided to suffer until you came back.

this was the time he took the time to look at things in your room, random posters you had, and some cute little things to give your room character.

when you walked back, a large kit in hand and a few rags. “i have some things here i think will work” you said, and sat the items on the bed. “my mom taught me how to use this so you’re in good hands.” you hummed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “if you don’t want me to see your face, i understand but at least let me tend to your side. it’s bad.” peter knew he looked pretty bad, so he got his suit off which was ripped pretty badly and revealed his back and sides. both covered in dark bruises, scars, and fresh wounds. “god..” you gasped.

peter didn’t know how bad it was until seeing your reaction. sure he would heal quicker than others but it didn’t mean it never hurt. as you gently began cleaning his wounds, making sure all the dirt was out so he wouldn’t be at risk for a possible infection, he watched you. studying your face this time, the way your hair laid, or how your nose would scrunch up if you thought you were hurting him.

“good news, i don’t think it’ll be infected.” you hummed, applying the ointment. “this might sting” you looked up at him, his face was still masked. “mhm” he looked away, shutting his eyes preparing for the sting.

as you started pressing the cloth onto his skin he hissed in pain, “i’m sorry!” you panicked, but he shook his head. “continue.” and you did, finishing cleaning the wound so you could put a bandage over it. you tried to get it over with so he wouldn’t be in much pain. “okay, done” you finished wrapping his torso with a bandage wrap. “is your face okay? i understand if you don’t want me to see it but at least take something before you head home” you suggested. you were afraid to overstep with peter, he had always kept his identity from you since day one.

you heard peter sigh, this was hard for him. he looked away for a few seconds and finally determined to reveal himself to you. when he ripped off the mask his curls bounced back, but when you realized who it was, your world fell apart. “jesus..” you breathed. your eyes met with his brown ones, and you could feel your heart skip a beat but you had to focus. “peter?” you breathed, tears welling in your eyes. seeing him so hurt, obviously this fight must’ve been incredibly bad.

“shh, hey hey” he grabbed your face, making you look at him. “i’m okay, i swear” he couldn’t stand to see you cry. you shook your head. “pete. why didn’t you tell me?” you croaked. “i couldn’t. not when this stuff happens. i had to keep you safe” he wiped your tears away, gingerly.

you got a clean rag and gently dabbed around the scab, and cleaned any other marks on his face. not once did peter take his eyes off you, “say something. please” he begged. you leaned in and placed a couple of bandaids on his face, “there.. that should hold you over” you looked away putting everything back into the kit. peter grabbed your hand, stopping you. “y/n.” he said, you whipped your head around and looked at him, locking your eyes again. and he pulled you in planting a kiss on your lips. it lasted for a few seconds until you both pulled away. “i’ve been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted “pete..”

“i like you, y/n. i have for the longest. i love you, y/n”

you stared at him, biting your lip. “i really, really hate you in this moment peter parker.” you let’s few more tears fall, but he laughed causing you to laugh. “it’s about goddamn time, parker.” “cmere” he held his arm out for you, and you fell into his sweaty but gentle embrace. “do i get a second chance?” you nodded, “of course, you do. i don’t know who i’d be without you.”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 6 months

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cat and mouse

pairing: ps4!spider-man x blackcat!reader

wc: 744

warnings: only slight sexual tension. no y/n use ‘cat’ as a nickname.

A/N: not really spooky or fall but i just used this as an excuse to do another blackcat reader since the first one was when my writing was….horrible. also I just want the both of them so badly!!!!!

masterlist / peter parker

the chase was always the best part of the hunt. the thrill of the game knowing you’ll always out run his reach, another night of getting away with your earnings. but you did like when he caught you every now and again, hands pining you hard to the ground, chest panting with adrenaline.

you always had the urge to reach up and tug his mask free, probably why there was always a tight grip on your wrist. probably able to read your mind, hear your thoughts and desires.

or because you’ve verbally said one night, “would love a peek under the mask, spidey. bet your real handsome.”

you enjoy the position the chase forces the two of you into. him on top, gloved hands having firm but non-bruise touches, his thighs straddling you on the side of your hips. you pretending to be defenseless on the bottom, lightly shuffling your body around. you always get away though, just a little bad luck on your side to slip free for the night.

tonight was another night of this cat and mouse game. you running and leaping over rooftops with a bag of high tech strapped to your back with spider-man swinging and shooting webs to slow you down in anyway, you just cut yourself free with your claws though.

“thought you could do better, spidey!” yelling over the wind, voice airy and teasing. a sneaky glance over your shoulder you saw as his red and blue suit glided in the air before shooting another web for momentum.

“and i thought we’ve done this dance before, cat!” he managed to land just in front of you on the rooftop, blocking your straightforward run. you skidded to a stop, fixing your posture to straight and narrow.

“we’re so good at this song and dance, why stop? best part of my nights.” slow seductive steps closer, but keeping a safe distance for now.

spider-man sat his hands to his hips, his own feet moving him closer, “well if you didn’t work on the bad side of the law this could all be different.”

a low purr at that, “oh really?” two steps closer, “how so? saying you want to work together? be partners in crime fighting?” the gap was closing.

his shrugged and swept a hand through the air, “wouldn’t that be better than running around for crime bosses? underestimating you? treating you like eye candy?”

just a foot left between the both of you, “they know not to underestimate me. and if it was the two of us, you’d be the eye candy. haven’t you seen the gossip blogs?”

now you couldn’t see the body or face under the suit and mask, but you noticed the way he stuttered in his steps and how his head snapped over quickly.

adding the stutter in his words, “wh- what do they…. what do they say?” left hand rubbing at the back of his head.

a simply shrug with your shoulders, kicking the tips of your boots into air while walking into spider-man’s orbit. “you know… good body build and height. love hearing you talk in any form,” sharp index finger claw skated across his chest, “love the air of mystery behind the superhero.”

and before a nail could slip under the seam of the webbed mask, spider-man held your wrist. his narrowed bug eyes staring you down, “bad idea, cat.”

“aww, but i’m all for bad ideas.” and with a little bad luck on your side you were able to adjust your stance and managed to twisting spider-man’s air and throw him to the ground while rolling atop him. knees sitting on the sides of his hips with palms holding his chest down. his gloves hands grasped at your hips tight.

“i certainly love this position. too bad it can’t be a different situation.” leaning in close with hooded eyes and lonely lips.

spider-man tilted his chin up and you could hear the smirk in his words, “well, never say never.” and it genuinely caused a stir in your belly, him never one to shamelessly flirt back with you. you liked it.

“maybe another night, spidey.” moving your head to the side of his face and planting a lingering kiss to his masked cheek. then whispering low, “can’t wait for next time.” and you ran like a shadow into the dark night, stolen goods still in your possession. along with spider-man’s heart, something you plan to steal every time.

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 30: CNC Ghostface! Aizen Sosuke x F! Reader

Requested by: @stygianoir ➡ For kinktober cnc with aizen and fem reader plz tw: mdni. ⚡ CNC (rape play; be extremely careful)⚡ Fear play. Aizen gets to wear a Ghostface "costume". oral sex. vag sex. It is a play, the situation has been consented by reader before. wc: 1.3k masterlist

There is not much around, but total darkness. It’s freezing, and so humid; your lips feel the cracking effect of an icy breeze. You have absolutely no idea where you are, but still the scent of his skin fills your nose.

Pinned against a wall, or what could have been a wall before, you begin to tremble. Someone, taller and stronger, has trapped you and you can’t walk away. Like the little red riding hood, being trapped by the wolf... you will get devoured.

Gloved claw passes from behind to your neck, while his whole body seems to crush you.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t they tell you not to wonder through these lands all alone and so late at night?” he asks, kissing your cheek with lips that reminded you of your past.

Your throat feels dry, your legs are quivering.

“A girl like you should not be here, or else bad… bad things may happen to you” he whispers, and you soon notice he is wearing a hooded cape and a white Ghostface mask.

“I missed you” he whispers, this time letting you hear his voice perfectly fine. “Sosuke…? Is that you?”

His free hand reaches for your lower belly while the other goes from your neck to your mouth.

“You shouldn’t say my name…” he scoffs, sliding one of his hands to your core and under your ruffled skirt.

You try to escape, pushing him back so that you can run. With all your strength, and because he wanted to, he lets you free.

You start running under an October night sky, through the nature boundaries of that creepy town. The crunching sound of dry branches cracking under your feet as you walk, the cold breeze hitting your cheeks… and him, running behind you, playfully giving you enough distance to run but to still see him… knowing deep inside, he could reach you whenever he is done playing.

“I have everything planned, (Name)! I know exactly what you are gonna do!” he scoffs, standing still for some minutes in the middle of a forest of tall trees where the moonlight barely filters through.

With tears in your eyes, you get your clothing ripped as you fall into the muddy ground. But you aren’t stopping; you need to run… more, and more.

But your lungs can’t keep up; your heart pumps more blood than what it’s used to, a gushing sound on your ears, the bewildering sound of your desperate panting.

You search for somewhere to hide; somewhere where you could stay and pray for him to walk away… for him not to find you.

An old, about to crash down, cabin catches your attention. There is no light, but still looks like a safe space where you could take cover.

You ran, in silence, covering your mouth not to make any sound, walking on eggshells, praying for the sound of the leaves breaking underneath your feet not to alert him in any way.

Soon, you slide inside. It’s as old as you thought, there is barely anything inside. You can’t see anything. Blindly you touch the floor, perhaps you could find something to defend yourself with. But instead, you find a secret door.

You ask yourself if it might be a basement, pulling from the latch with utmost care to see. And indeed, it is. A perfect place to hide, he could get into the cabin but will never think of the existence of such secret space.

“Where aaaareee youuuu, doll? Are you scared? Don’t be! This is what happens to girls like you anyway ~” you can hear him signing in the distance. Your skin gets bumpy, and immediately after you jump into that dark basement no matter if there might be spiders inside.

You wait, closing your eyes and covering your mouth. He has gone silent, and there is barely a little ray of moonlight filtering through one of the cracks of the wooden basement door.

Maybe he has left already; maybe he walked to another direction… maybe he got tired of searching for you…

< tap… tap… tap… >

The sudden sound of footsteps gives you chills running through your spine. He is inside the cabin.

“Listen doll… I don’t really wanna hurt you… You know who I am, I am your friend… get out, ok?” he scoffs, walking around the cabin. You can hear him; you can even see the shoe soles over your head now.

He simply turns around, and after some minutes of silence you can hear him sigh. “I bet she is not here… oh… but what a shame”

You breathe alleviated, thinking that he might be leaving the cabin soon… but you were wrong…

The basement door suddenly opens and his masked face peeks through it. “Hmm… I told you I knew exactly what you were gonna do, (Name)” he says, calmed but still a little annoyed.

You walk back; you can’t run away now. There is no way you could. You are now a caged prey.

He jumps inside and closes the door with a slam. Everything creeks and dust flies creating particular figures when the moonlight shines on it.

You kneel on the floor, pleading for mercy, sure you are about to wet yourself from the fear.

“Please… don’t kill me…” you pray. “I won’t kill you… who told you that? I won’t hurt you unless you stay calm and let me fuck you…” he murmurs, taking his mask off.

You swallow, turning yourself into a ball that’s soon destroyed as he pulls from your hair to lift you up.

“No, no… I won’t be able to fuck you if you do that…” he says, looking at your teary façade.

“I… Sosuke… please” you sniff, knowing the satire underneath the mask oh so very well.

Aizen slaps your face, not strong to hurt you but enough to be felt; “Shh…” he commands, opening the black cape to reveal his erection ready to be forced in you.

“Now, stick your tongue out… come on” he orders, as he guides his sex into your mouth with no respect for any of your boundaries whatsoever.

Your head hits the wall behind, but he doesn’t mind and instead he begins to fuck your mouth. Ferociously leaving you out of breath, enjoying the way the gagging sounds fill the place and your saliva coats his hard shaft.

“Ngh… such a good girl!” he grunts, while you kick and fight and fail miserably enough. “Now, I think I might wanna fuck you… look at your slutty outfit, good choice baby”

When you are free to breath, he pulls you up and turns you around. Your face hits the dusty, humid wall and the sound of your clothes ripping is all you can remember.

His hands land on your breasts, as he squeezes hard and savagely. His chin, carves on your shoulder and you can feel his erection grazing your entrance, mixing with your juices and his.

“Dripping wet… you like this, don’t you? You like being raped by me, mh?” he grunts in your ear, pinching your nipples enough to make you scream.

“No… no.. I don’t… no… don’t do this, Sosuke please” you whine and plead -even in your back is curled enough for your core to fully feel the warmth of his dick.

“Mhhh…” he smiles, you don’t really need to see his face to know how that smirk looks.

Aizen doesn’t even care about taking your panties away, he simply moves them aside and with no hesitation he penetrates you.

You hit your forehead to the wall, as he has snatched your arms and pulls them back for better gripping. He starts fucking you rougher than ever, so hard that you can barely stand.

“Nghh… fuck, don’t stop” you moan, desperate for more. “Dicked down and you forget your victim paper, huh? Wasn’t I supposed to rape you tonight?” Aizen grunts, laughing after.

“I can’t keep up… I want more, Sosuke please…” “I knew you were gonna act like this by now, turn around come on”

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thealtoduck · 9 months

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HIT YA!

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: none

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: Black Cat runs in to Peter Parker for the first time…

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You jumped and sprinted over the rooftops of Queens with your backpack filled with loot from tonights break in. You could hear sirens on the streets below on their way to the scene of the crime, you smirked.

Though you couldn’t seem to shake of the feeling that something was missing… Oh yeah! The arachnid was missing. You stopped and looked around, Spider-Man wasn’t chasing you. You couldn’t help but feel a little insulted, who was he chasing that was more ”important” than you… unbelivable!

You jumped on to a fire escape and then dropped in to the alley below landing steadily on your feet. You heard a small sudden gasp behind you making you swiftly turn around, claws ready for action but instead you were just met with… Peter?…

”Uhhhm… Hi, how’s it hanging?” you said awkwardly. ”Hi… I-uh… it’s cool, just on my way home, how about you?” he answered just as awkwardly. ”I’m fine” you told him. ”Aren’t you that criminal that Spider-Man has been chasing?” Peter asked suspiciously.

”Yeah” you said simply with a nod. You then heard a police siren in the distance, making you instinctivley grab Peter and pull him down behind one of the dumpsters in the alley while covering his mouth with your gloved hand. He seemed suprisingly chill with it.

Once the sirens sounded to be at a far enough distance you took your hand from his mouth saying ”Sorry about that, part of the job” as you stood up. You reached out a hand to him and helped him up. ”Yeah, no worries, i get it” he said understandingly.

”You’re a nice guy” you stated and had a thought. ”Would you like company home? Queens can be dangerous this time of night” you offered. ”Are you A CRIMINAL offering to walk me home, because it might be dangerous?” Peter asked.

”You don’t have sarcastic about it, i just wanna make sure you get home safe” you said grumpily. ”Okay uhm sure, it’s this way” Peter said and led the way. ”For the record, i’m just a cat burgular and a bit of a menace to Spider-Man, i don’t commit violence related crimes” you defended as you followed him.

”Whatever helps you sleep at night” Peter joked with a smile. You and Peter walked a couple blocks until he stopped outside an apartment building. ”Uhm, this is my building so thanks for the company” he said with a small smile.

It wasn’t his actually his apartment building, his building was on the other side of the street a bit further down the block but fair enough since you’re technically a criminal.

”No worries, it was nice meeting you…” you started realising you needed to act like you didn’t know who he was. ”Peter, my name is Peter” he filled in.

”Well Peter, if you ever need help or if you get in trouble with Spider-Man, just know you have the Black Cat on your side” you told him. ”I don’t think that will happen but thanks anyway” he said.

You just smirked and then grappled away on to the rooftops of Queens to take your loot for tonight to your storage unit. Meanwhile Peter was entering his apartment in small disbeleif of what had happened that night.

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m-jelly · 8 months

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Yes, Your Highness.

Prince Levi x fem!Reader

Royal AU, romance, fluff, falling in love, arranged marriage that became love, Levi always liked you, using a hunting rifle, hunting.

Levi is madly in love with you, but you are a little hesitant. Levi and his mother arranged the engagement due to his burning feelings for you. So, to get you to fall for him he takes you on dates. Today he takes you for a horseback ride in the snow to a hunting spot where he intimately teaches you how to hunt deer.

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The winter air bit at your skin as you stood outside on the palace steps. Even though you were wrapped up in a winter dress, robe and gloves the cold air still managed to get in. Snow covered the land adding a clean white blanket over everything. Spider's webs were turned into beautiful jewels with gems of ice.

Your breath curled in front of your eyes when you released a sigh. The Prince had asked you to come with him for a date. So, you were stood in the snow waiting for him. You rather liked the Prince, but there was just something holding you back and you weren't sure what. You wanted to love him like he clearly loved you, but it was hard to ignore the rumours about him being a bit of a tyrant.

You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name called. Your eyes flicked to the path. Your heart skipped a beat when Prince Levi in black clothes and a cloak with fur around the neck rode over to you on his black horse.

Levi pulled on the reins of his horse to bring him to a stop. His black leather gloves groaned at his actions. He twisted his muscular body and jumped off his horse. The cloak around him bloomed around him as he turned to face you.

Levi walked towards you, his long boots gripping his legs. He paused before you. The snow crunched under Levi's knee when he knelt before you. His warm, soft leather gloved hand lightly took yours. His warm loving lips pressed against your hand making you flush.

The dazzling grey-blue eyes of Levi flicked up and locked with yours. A sweet smile spread across his lips. "You look enchanting today."

You hummed a little as you felt flustered. "Thank you. May I say you are looking rather dashing today."

He rose to his feet and smiled. "Getting one up on me, huh?"

"Mm."

He scooped you up into his arms making you squeal. "You will be riding with me."

"R-Really? Would it not be better for me to have my own horse?"

Levi sat you at the front of his saddle. "Riding in the snow can be tricky." He climbed up behind you and pressed his chest firmly against your back. "This will allow me to ensure your safety." He snaked one arm around you to hold you in place. "This also allows me to keep you close and warm."

You leaned against Levi's chest and felt yourself relax. "You are rather warm."

He leaned closer and whispered against your ear. "I will happily keep you warm whenever you desire it."

With a quick tap of his heels, the two of you raced off into the woods that the royal family owned. Riding through the snow was exciting and nerve-wracking all in one. So, you firmly gripped Levi as best as you could to ensure you didn't fall. Levi had a tight grip on you, so you were never going to fall.

Levi was on cloud nine because he was able to embrace you for this long. His adoration for you was almost on a crazy level. He was besotted by you. His engagement to you was fuelled by strong true feelings. He wanted to grow old with you and raise a few adorable little children. He loved you endlessly and hoped that he could possess your heart and love.

You turned your head to look at Levi as the nerves and worry took over. "Levi."

Elation consumed Levi because he had longed for you to use his name instead of your highness. He slowed his horse and gave you a reassuring smile. "I am right here. I'll protect you."

You smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you."

He pulled on the reins again and came to a stop. "This is perfect." He slipped off the horse first before lifting you up and placing you on your feet. "Are you ready to go hunting?"

"Y-Yes, but I don't know how to use a gun."

He grabbed the rifle from his horse. "I'll show you." He put his arm around you and tugged you close. "Careful as you go. Lean on me."

You hugged Levi's side as you let him guide you through the thick snow. "I find this weather rather beautiful."

"As do I." He chuckled. "Allows me to get close to you for warmth."

Your cheeks burned as your heart raced. "I too enjoy that."

Levi's eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat and his cheeks heated up. His blush was adorable. "Now, that makes me very happy to hear."

You lowered your head. "You are doing that thing again."

"And what might that be?"

You glanced up at him. "Staring at me."

"I can't help but look at such a divine being."

You whined a little. "My heart cannot take the kind and sweet words."

He stood behind you and whispered in your ear. "The more I do it the more you will be used to it. I cannot help myself with you."

"You are a tyrant of a prince."

He shifted and placed the rifle in your hands. "Indeed I am."

You gripped the long gun and gulped hard. "Must I kill a deer? I worry I will fail in killing it."

"You will. I will guide you. We will feast on it tonight. I know my staff will be elated at hearing their princess-to-be provided food for them." He gripped your hips and shifted you slightly. "Correct your stance. You must ground yourself."

You shifted a little in the snow. "Like this?"

"Correct." He lifted the gun a little. "Firmly place the butt of the gun against your shoulder, if you do not and it kicks back you'll hurt yourself." He dragged his hands up your body to your waist before firmly squeezing. "I would not know what to do with myself if you got hurt under my watch."

"I will be careful."

"Good girl."

You shivered at the words of praise. "Mm."

Levi made a mental note to use those two words often. "Tilt your head a little and close one eye. Look down the sight. Do you see the deer ahead?"

"I do."

He placed his hand on yours over the trigger. "There are multiple places you can shoot, the heart, the neck or a key artery. You could attempt the head for a quick kill." He pressed his body against yours and whispered. "We shall go for the head. When I say, slowly squeeze the trigger. Do not yank or press hard. It must be a slow squeeze. Breathe in and hold your breath to steady your aim, then release your breath when you fire."

You rolled your shoulders. "There's a lot to it."

"There is, but you'll be a natural in no time. Now, no tensing up." He kissed the side of your head. "You're doing so well. Good girl. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Levi placed his hands on yours. "Together then. If the deer walks, lead with the gun, do not follow. Now, breathe in." He hummed. "That's it, good girl." He whispered gently. "Now."

The gun went off with a bang and kicked back a little, but thankfully Levi was grounding you in place. Your eyes instantly shut tightly at the bang and light. You yanked the gun up and turned in Levi's arms as your ears rang. The strong warm arms of the prince wrapped firmly around you to comfort you.

Levi took the gun when you turned and tossed it down into the snow. He gazed at the deer and saw you had killed it with one shot to the head. "Good girl. You did it. You got the head. I'm very impressed."

You looked up at him with your adorable wide puppy eyes. "Really?"

He chuckled a little. "Really. I'm proud of you. So proud that I would love to kiss you, but I know you are still cautious with me."

You gulped hard and gripped his lapels. "Perhaps I would like to try this kissing. I-If you wish to."

Levi's lips crashed against yours before you could utter another word. Though the air around you was freezing cold, what was between you was blazing hot. With bodies firmly pressed together, it was hard to determine when one body started and ended. You were driven by weeks of wanting, tension and temptation. There was no going back after this moment. Your heart was forever Levi's now.

Levi released your lips and found it amusing when you tried to chase them. "Adorable. I must say, that was better than I had imagined. You are a goddess."

"Levi."

"Please, keep saying my name. It sounds so delicious on your lips."

You pressed your face against his chest. "Cease your teasing words."

Levi chuckled as he played with your hair. "Forgive me." He looked over at the dead deer. "We have a deer to collect and staff to feed."

"How will we bring it back?"

"I will tie it on the back of my horse." He released you and moved through the snow. "Wait there."

It didn't take long for Levi to collect the deer. His strength was impressive as he was able to lift the large beast and carry it with ease to his horse. With a few swift movements, it was tied to the back of the horse and all that was left was for the two of you to ride back together.

Once again, you sat with your back pressed against the Prince's chest. This time you rode much slower. You were touched that Levi was considerate of you, that he knew before you were a little nervous about going so fast through the woods and snow.

The staff sang your praise when you presented them with the deer. It flustered you to hear so many people say wonderful things. Since moving to the palace weeks ago at the start of your engagement, you had been treated with so much kindness and respect. The staff were quick to help you and befriend you. It was nice.

Levi guided you into his home and to a nice warm room. You were nervous once again when you both began removing your outdoor winter things until you were just in your indoor attire. You carefully adjusted your dress in hopes Levi would praise you.

Levi glanced over at you in your form-fitting dress. "My word, you are a feast for the eyes. You are so beautiful."

"Th-thank you." You hummed as he walked closer. "I like your black princely suit."

"Thank you." He gently caressed your cheek. "May I kiss you again?"

"Please do."

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narcissistshandler · 8 months

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Thinkin abt spider noir alot.. idk if you'd write for him but if you do (i think he was on your character list?)

ftm reader with noir.. i feel like he'd be so gentle and caring unless its like been a stressful night, then he'd use your body to take out his stress ♡ perhaps :)

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x spider noir (peter parker)

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 afab!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), folds/lips/pussy and such words used to describe/refer the reader's genitalia, pussy slapping (reader receiving), a bit of overstimulation at the end, a little bit of sub!reader but hinted at reader and noir being switches

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I write to him don't worry ♡ sorry for the delay in the updates, the end of the year is always complicated for me and this has not yet been edited

Being with Noir meant among many things that he needed you. He had made the first move, shown interest in you and always treated you with a kindness and chivalry that sometimes you considered if you weren't having a dream - but when the kisses deepened, your breaths combined quickened and he asked you with his voice dripping desire 'if it was ok to go further', you know, no dream compared to reality.

He needed your company, your presence. You were the only one capable of making that rage that craved in his chest after a hard night, not devour him. It was okay, you liked these two different sides of him and it was great to be able to help him and have his complete and total trust, even when the consequences of being Noir's human stress ball were more physical than anything and most of the time, your night's sleep was completely wasted in favor of fulfilling your boyfriend's urges.

Marks were always left behind the next day, some so striking with the colors deepening or blood pooling on the surface that as if a valve had been turned, the causer of them all couldn't stop asking if you were all right and if he had hurt you. Bites so deep that the imprint of his teeth would be implanted in your skin for days on the inside of your thighs, extremely close to your sex, that always throbbed non-stop after how he touched you.

Apologies weren't necessary though, you always repeated it to him. You had liked it.

Even the way Noir opened the door gave him away. The heaviest steps. The heavy silence as he moved through the house, prowling around you again and again as if you were prey he was planning to pounce on.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, you waited, seeming to be watching the program that was playing on the television, even though your focus had already been diverted.

It took less time than usual, which said something about how Noir's night had gone. He dropped to his knees in front of you, blocking your line of vision, hat and mask discarded, but the rest of spider-man's costume kept and before you could feign irritation, he leaned in and kissed you. It was like he wanted to devour you, stop you from breathing and drown in you. There was no care or gentleness in the way he grabbed your hair and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He smelled of gunpowder and blood.

Foreplay was dropped, the usual patience with which he liked to take things and make it last, gone. You weren't complaining though.

The shorts and underwear you were wearing were pulled down your legs, the ripping sound of fabric seeming to ignite his hurried movements. The urgency with which he wanted you would never fail to turn you on, only you could get that kind of reaction from him.

Noir's slender fingers covered in black gloves grabbed your ankles, lifting your legs so that your feet were resting on the couch. Then his touch descended, fingers digging carelessly into your thighs as his thumbs pulled your folds open, exposing you completely with a methodicality that was almost cold, if not for the hunger in his eyes. Noir moved you like you were a rag doll, positioning you as he wanted.

The night air hit your warm, sensitive skin, still dry but already pulsing with anticipation.

The kiss was broken and you gasped for air, saliva running down your chin. Not a word was exchanged; the voices coming from the television dissolved into a background blur. He crouched down between your legs, eyes dark and heavy; hot breath reaching where you were most sensitive.

There was no teasing or slowing down. He ran his tongue between your folds, getting a taste, before burying himself between your thighs, sucking and licking you as if he needed you to survive.

The air caught in your chest and your legs twitched in his grip, moans and sighs starting to come out of your swollen lips from kisses.

Noir pulled back and before you could make any attempt to regain that stimulation, one of his hands left your leg and came down in a firm, painful slap against your sensitive clit.

Your entire body reacted to the pain, legs shooting together in a feeble attempt to stop the interested yet painful contracting of your stricken clitoris. Noir's control soon returned, spreading your legs apart once more and his tongue flicking against your clit, calming the pain that he himself caused — and that you allowed.

The pain is soon swallowed up by sweet pleasure. His eager mouth explored every inch of your wetness, tongue dancing along your sensitive folds, swirling around your throbbing clit, before sliding down and over the sensitive entrance, working its way inside, first superficially, just the wet tip venturing inside, then deeper, his nose slamming with such violence against your clit that it made your entire body shudder as he tried to press his tongue all the way inside you, licking your sensitive walls.

One of your hands shot into his disheveled hair and your hips rocked back against his mouth, pleasure burning through your veins with a burn that set your skin on fire, your heels digging into the couch for support, legs trembling beside his face.

Your body grew hot under Noir's ministrations, quickly getting wetter and wetter for him and you knew a wet spot would be left behind on the sofa beneath you. You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, anything to him, how good he was, how good he made you feel, that he would make you come soon; but only a breathy sigh sounded in the air joining the wet noise your pussy was making.

Rocking against his face, you dragged yourself against his tongue, which slid in a wet, messy line from your entrance to your clit. You could feel yourself leaking into his mouth and wetting his face, occasionally Noir's nose and chin dragging against your damp, sensitive skin.

Every suck, lick and sloppy kiss takes you higher and higher, pulse pounding in your ears, until you can practically taste the sweet release that hovers just in the back of your dry throat.

You come hard, the muscles in your legs clenching so hard it hurts, your free hand gripping the top of the sofa at your back. A loud moan left your mouth and your fingers tugged hard on Noir's hair, fighting the sensitivity as you continued to rock back against his tongue, extending the delicious orgasm.

Noir closed his full lips around your throbbing clit and sucked, a hint of teeth almost making you kick him if it weren't for his fingers digging into your thighs, preventing you from moving sharply as he drank every drop that came out of you.

You moaned in response, and tried to remind yourself that this was more about him than you — even if it was mostly about his mouth on you.

Just when the pleasure started to get painful, he pulled away and you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. Moisture wet the lower part of his face, Noir licked his lips, eyes fixed on your pulsing sex. One of his hands moved down the inside of your thighs and brushed one of your pussy lips away with his thumb, then reached in and spat.

The action was damn dirty. Your pussy throbbed in time with your stuttering heartbeat, and you both watched Noir's spit slide its way down between your folds, before it could spill out of you, two of his gloved fingers slid from your clit to your entrance, using his spit to ease penetration into your already wet and relaxed hole.

"We're not done yet." Noir finally spoke, his voice sounding low and husky, almost unfamiliar in your ears. As most times, he looked completely composed, even when he was kneeling on the living room floor, his hair disheveled, face wet with your fluids and the heavy black coat like a cape draped over his shoulders and crawling against the floor. One gloved hand digging into your left thigh as his dark eyes watched your hole open to accommodate the fingers of his other hand.

You gasp and whimper, toes curling into the fabric of the sofa as you feel the familiar, cold gloved fingers slip inside you, between your walls rippling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your head falls back onto the sofa, limp hands finding each other clutching the fabric of the t-shirt you were still wearing, pleasure rippling through your head and overstimulation equal parts painful and blissful.

Subconsciously, your body wanted more and as much as you knew that night was far from over, the idea didn't displease you, you knew Noir needed it, he needed you and you needed him too.

"Yes," you agreed with a sigh, your tone full of erotic amusement. "Until you're tired, dear."

A shadow of a smile tugged at his lips, the first emotion other than irritation he'd shown since returning home. He kissed you, softly, totally contrary to how he pressed his fingers harder inside you, a third and fourth finger pressing against your entrance. Gunpowder, blood, musk and sweat hovering like a perfume around his shadowy figure.

"Do you want a toy? Want me to tie you up?" you questioned, panting against his lips. On nights like this, it wasn't just about Noir getting everything he could from you, it was also about needing you to take everything and then some more from him. "Or anything else? You can tell me."

Noir shook his head, the words still hard to get out. "Not now."

"Not now," you agreed and kissed him one more time, handing over complete control of the situation to him, for now at least.

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bizbat · 9 months

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I Know a Place ~ 1

~ Spiderverse x Fem!Spider!Reader

~ Reader is shorter than Miles, Pav, and Hobie, but appearance is otherwise not mentioned

~ Possible love interest include: Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, Earth 42 Miles, and Margo Kess.

~ Reader is a newer spider, who, after losing a fight against an anomaly that found its way into her universe, is consoled by her friends.

~ Wc: 1.9k

~ You can find more of my works here

~ Contents include: Fluff, Romance, Mostly platonic as of now, Slight angst, Comfort, Horror, Mentions of blood, Intimate non sexual touch, Slight Yearning.

Somewhere, in New York . . .

A group of teenagers clad in brightly colored spandex suits, sit in a booth at a small cafe. The cafe itself is a cozy, little hole-in-the-wall, known only to those lucky enough to live nearby. The teenagers rest their tired bodies, allowing their muscles to melt into the soft leather seats, as they're embraced by the warm aroma of nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla, and cocoa.

The calming scents swirled in the air, providing the teenagers a much needed sense of comfort and relief. They chatted amongst themselves, some excited from the battle they had just won, some wearily listening and occasionally providing their own input. All engaging in the conversation one way or another. All except for one.

One of the teenagers sat silently staring into her drink. Her mind, like her peers, was still on the fight the had just walked away from, though unlike them, she wasn't exactly satisfied with the outcome. She tried to focus her gaze on the hot beverage clasped between her hands, and not on the dirt and blood splattered on her gloved fingers.

Everytime she closed her eyes she could still see it.

Horror starts here -

Previously . . .

He was an anomaly, a horrifying variant of the criminal Rhino. He was a massive man with stocky , tree trunk-like stubs for legs. He had huge, muscular arms, his fingers were thick nubs, a solid plate of keratin from his first knuckle to the tip of his fingers. Despite his giant stature, his bodybuilder physique, and his inhuman limbs which were covered in tough, dark grey skin, the characteristic that most caught the teenager's attention was his face. Two massive tusks sprouted from his skull, piercing his flesh, and causing dark blood to leak over his head, face and shoulders.

He was clearly in pain, screaming as he flung any and everything he could lift over his head. Cars, fire hydrants, chunks of sidewalk. Nothing was safe from him in his rampage. He spared no mercy as he threw objects towards innocent civilians. Thankfully, by the time Y/n had gotten there, most of the bystanders had already fled the scene, and the few that remained were quickly moved to safety. The teenager turned her attention back to the rhino-man as soon as the last citizen was safe and secure.

"You really do live up to the n-"

Y/n could barely get a word out before she was flung into the side of a building. She slowly rose to her elbows, her head spinning as broken glass clattered onto the ground around her. She felt something warm and wet run down on cool on her face beneath her mask. She hobbled to her feet the minute the loud, incessant pounding in her head stopped, another quip already on her lips, only to be interrupted once again by a whack to the face. She felt like she'd been hit with a wrecking ball as she flew through the air.

Horror ends here -

She crashed into the pavement, her head smacking the ground that cracked around her, before slowly rolling to a halt. She tried to push herself back up, with what felt like boneless arms. Her arms weakly trembled before collapsing beneath her weight. Fear rushed through her veins as the sound of thunderous footsteps approached her weakened body.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, her fists clenched and her breathing quickened as she braced herself, preparing her body to take more abuse. She felt dread embalm her entirely, her sweat cold on her skin, as the Rhino rose his arms above his head.

But before the Rhino could bring his clubbed fists down upon Y/n's crumpled body, the loud riff of an electric guitar rang through the air.

Her eyes remained closed, as bright yellows, purples, and blues flashed across the sky in blinding geometric shapes. Y/n's stiff body ironically relaxed at the sound of fighting and music, her body and mind fully exhausted. She only began to open her eyes when she heard a familiar voice softly calling her name, gently coaxing her to rise to her feet.

Currently . . .

Y/n sat near the window, strictly gazing into the mug between her hands. She had been so focused on her own moping she hadn't noticed the conversation around her had begun to lull.

"Y/n, you alright there, bruv?"

Her head snapped up, her attention suddenly placed on the british man seated across from her.

"Huh!?" Y/n's gaze drifted to the other teenagers sitting with her, unintentionally now the center of their attention. "What do you mean? I'm fine. I'm okay."

The teenagers around her exchanged glances before turning back to her. "Y'know, it's okay if you aren't okay, though," Gwen, the blonde sitting beside her replied, her voice had been the one to pull Y/n from her pained stupor. Gwen gently placed her cup of hot cocoa onto the table in front of her, before lightly stroking Y/n's forearm with her thumb.

"I know, I'm okay. Really. . . I am." Y/n dropped her gaze back to the hot, sweet smelling beverage in her hands. The cafe the teenagers took refuge in had some of the best food and drinks any of the spider's had ever had. It was a family business, run by an older couple and tended to by their granddaughter. It had been a place of comfort for Y/n since she had come across it while chasing a pickpocket down an alley.

Unconvinced, the rest of the teens sat quietly. "Is it about the fight cause if it is you got nothing to worry about" said miles, a chocolatey ring on his top lip. "When I was 'bout a month into being Spider-man, I had to fight Scorpion." Miles shook his head. "Lost so bad, it was on the news. My mom heard about it."

"Really?" Hobie questioned, taking a bite of his pastry, "That bad, huh", he followed earning a glare from Miles.

"Oh please, that's nothing! When I first became Spider-Woman, I got absolutely wrecked by Doc Oc! I got publically laughed at for two weeks!" Countered Gwen, her hands moving as she spoke. "I couldn't go out without hearing someone laugh about it."

Hobie chuckled, causing Gwen to toss a large marshmallow in his direction, "And what of you, Pav?"

"First of all, what about you, Hobie? You've never lost a fight?" Said Pavitr, flustered at the sudden attention. "Oi we'll get there when we get there, yeah? Your turn."

Pavitr sat back in the booth, his hand raised to his chin as he thought of his most embarrassing loss. "One time I . . . got . . . a got a bloody nose through my mask?"

"Yeah, but did you lose?" Asked Miles.

". . .no. But it was on TV!" Pavitr raised both hands in defence after earning a playful groan from the whole table, "Of course not", and "No surprise there" flying from his friend's mouths. "I'm sure mine will happen sooner or later!" Pav turned to face Hobie once again. "Okay, okay, your turn, Hobie. Tell us your most embarrassing story." Hobie sniffed, leaning back and putting his arms behind his head. "What's there to talk about, mate? I never lose."

"Right." It was the first thing Y/n had said with a smile on her face. Hobie glanced over at her, a soft smile replacing the frown she wore earlier. Hobie straightened in his seat, "Well-I mean- I-This one time right," Y/n laughed at his sudden disposition, "I was just off holiday, y'know, so of course I'm gonna be a bit rusty, a little out of it, y'know," the table began to giggle at his frantic excuses.

"But yeah, I'd just come off holiday, I start to swing around, warm up, got my blood flowing again, out of nowhere, this-this airship comes flying my way, absolutely massive, comes outta nowhere," "Oh it came at you, did it?" Pavitr asked between laughs. "Yeah," Hobie claimed, a faux irritation coating his words "It came at me, Pav man, you even listening? So it comes at me," he continued.

"I'm looking down, hundreds of adoring fans below, all lookin' back up at me, my senses kick in, little too late, yeah, but they do," Miles wheezes at Hobie's erratic retelling, his fist lightly pounding the table, as gwen writhes in her seat with her head thrown back. Y/n and Pavitr exchange glances with tears in their eyes whenever Hobie stumbles over his words or repeats himself.

"I look up at just the right time for the universe to take it out on me, i guess, and then WHAM! I smack into the aircraft, face first, all my fans still watching me as I plumet to certain death, just laughing, like I don't protect them everyday from the cold, greedy hands of a power-abusing, capitalistic, autocratic, and bigoted nightmare!"

By now every teen at the table is in hysterics, laughing so loud the table shakes with all their food and drink. Hobie and Miles have taken the slapping each others arms, as they cackle at Hobie, as Gwen has visible tears pouring down her face.

After being yelled at for being to loud and calming down, the group sits in a pleasant silence. Y/n sighed, yeah, today could've gone better for her, but in the end, she was thankful she had the kind of friends willing to embarass themselves to make her feel better. "Thank you, guys," Y/n mumbled out, a happy yet somber expression on her face, as they began to meander out of the cafe. "For tonight, and for . . . earlier."

"Aye, no problem, Y/n," Miles said, slipping an arm over her shoulder and looking into her eyes, a warm grin spread across his dimpled cheeks. "Any time." Pavitr gently stroked her knuckles with his thumb as he held her hand. The teens took off in the direction of Y/n's home, joking all the way. They saw her safely to her door.

Noticing the time, Gwen turned to Y/n and wrapped her arms tightly around her shoulders. "I'm sorry, I gotta get going," she saldy muttered as she squeezed Y/n. She pulled slightly from their embrace. "But I'll see you tomorrow?" Gwen stared into her face for confirmation, a playful smirk rising to her face as her cheeks heated up. "Bye Gwen, I'll see you tomorrow." Y/n felt her own cheeks grow warm, a little dismayed when Gwen fully pulled her arms from her.

Pavitr swallowed her form in his own muscular arms from behind, resting his cheek on her head. "I have to leave too," He groaned. Y/n giggled as he complained, a playfully sad look on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow too, Pav." Y/n laughed again as Hobie had to physically pull Pavitr away from her, before squeezing her shoulder himself and winking as he stepped through the portal.

Miles was the last to leave, he always was. He wanted to make sure Y/n was okay, having been no stranger to messing up himself. "You good?" Y/n sighed again, but this time it was filled with much less sorrow. She looked up at Miles and felt a warm smile rise to her lips. "I'm good Miles . . . Thank you. Really." Miles shrugged his shoulders as he beamed at Y/n before hugging her goodbye like the others. He lingered, just a bit, before letting his arms slip from her shoulders.

Miles stepped towards the portal, turning to grin at Y/n for the last time that night.

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