“Come on, baby, one more smile,” Peter says, holding the camera up near your face. The three of you you, Peter, and Johnny had a wonderful day at the New York State Fair. No villains attacking, no street-level thugs causing problems. Just you and your men spending the night going on rides and carnival trips.
Johnny vomited twice after going on the Twister. “I’ll never do it again,” he swore, trailing behind like a lost dog.
“Ahh, Pete, come on, no more pictures! I look like a sweaty dog right now!” you giggled, pulling the ginormous teddy bear up to your face to hide. It was the one Johnny had won at a carny game he threw the ball so hard it burst into flames, which was apparently enough to win you the biggest prize at the stand.
Peter, of course, had been taking pictures the entire date. “It’s for my special collage,” he said. Geez, such a creep.
“Come on, it’s for the memories! Please, one smile. Maybe no smile we can do a sexy pic,” he teased with his typical smirk.
Johnny immediately jumped in. “Hey, how come you’re only taking pictures of her? Why not me? I’ve got the better physique! What do you say, four-eyes?”
Before you could even fire back, Peter groaned audibly. “And have your face mess up my film? I’d rather take pictures of dumpsters.”
Johnny’s face fell, poor baby. You patted him on the back with the teddy bear like a small support animal.
“Firefly, he’s being mean to me again! Put him in his place!” Johnny whined, hiding behind you like a scared puppy.
“Stop being mean, four-eyes!” you chirped back.
“Really? Now you’re calling me that too? You know I’m blind without these!” Peter pointed at his glasses comically thick frames with bulky black edges. He looked almost exactly like the nerd emoji. All he needed were a few freckles and some buck teeth.
“You can’t blame me, you still look like a dork. Plus, don’t you have, like, Spider-Sense? That’s like eight eyes or something.”
He rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Spider-Sense doesn’t equate to eyesight. It just means I can sense things people, places, danger. It’s like a warning sign before I—”
Peter suddenly stopped mid-sentence, freezing in place. His eyes locked on something in the distance. You followed his gaze toward a trash can, confused. There didn’t seem to be anything special about it, but Peter kept staring glaring, actually. It was the kind of glare he gave villains or when he was having a bad day.
Johnny noticed too. His playful demeanor vanished as he stepped beside Peter. Both men exchanged a look before Peter grabbed your arm.
“Sorry, bugs, but we’ve got a problem,” Peter said, his voice low and serious.
“Yeah, Firefly, we got rodents running around…” Johnny muttered.
Rodents? You didn’t see any rats. Then you looked back at the trash can and saw a tuft of brownish-black hair, spiky and uneven, with a streak of white peeking out from the side.
Now you understood.
“Bats…” you groaned, and your boys echoed the sentiment. They always managed to ruin something.
“Told you not to bring Jason! Look how big he is he’s a liability!” Damian hissed.
“Tell the brat to stop feeding the squirrels, then we’ll talk! The little fucker blew our hiding spot twice!” Dick snapped, looking ready to explode.
“Shut up, all right? We already lost them, and this place is bigger than Bruce’s beach house and the manor combined. We'll never find them again."
Dick looks around "Wait where are Tim and Duke?”
Cass, wearing a comically large toy Batman mask, mumbled, “They went on the bumper cars with Steph… and I got a soda.”
Who knew serial crime fighters could be this bad at stalking?
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weird!reader who sets her eyes on Whitaker... fem reader, 0.5k (accepting request!)
The day you met Dennis Whitaker was the day you started planning your together. Was it a little weird and boarding the line of crazy? Maybe. But you have been a planner since day one. It only made sense you would be planning your future together hours after meeting him for the first time.
You didn't make it obvious at first, knowing it might scare him away and land you in an awkward meeting with Robby and an HR representative, but after a few weeks you decided you worked together well enough to start showing your true intentions.
It’s a tough day. You're both leaning against a wall, taking deep breaths to recollect yourselves when you drop the bomb, you try to catch his eyes, but he avoids them, breathing heavily. “You should start to think about where you're taking me on Saturday.” You say it like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
He whirls his head, catching your eyes for the first time. “What?” his voice is weak and strained, he swallows thickly.
“Saturday. You're not on the schedule, so that's the day you'll take me out.” Your gaze and voice is firm.
Dennis glances back and forth from your face, as if expecting you to spontaneously start laughing. “I'm sorry,” he stutters, “I'm really confused right now.”
You don't flinch, “I have it planned, I would show you but my planners in my locker,” you shrug, "You'll take me on a date, and then another one in two weeks, maybe a third but probably not. Then you'll ask me to be your partner, I still haven't figured out where yet but we can come up with something together,”
“I'm going to do all that?” The situation was so odd that for a fraction of a second, Dennis thinks you can see the future.
You pause, thinking, “Well…you don't have to, obviously. I don't have any blackmail material on you yet, you can say no.”
He furrows his brows, “Wait–is this, are you asking me on a date?”
You shake your head with a frown. “No. I'm telling you we are going on a date. That is not asking.”
“So…I can say no?” Not that he would, he thinks.
“I guess.”
An awkward silence starts on his side. You are humming to a song he can't name. A sweet smile on your face.
He clears his throat, makes a rash decision, and plays with his own fingers. “What–what time Saturday?”
You straighten only a fraction. “Seven on the dot. Get me flowers, but not ones that are fully bloomed. Those only last days, if that.”
Dennis nods slowly, “Okay, yeah I can do that.”
“We’ll go to my favorite pizza place, you will ask me about my upbringing, and I will ask about yours.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sounds like a, um, plan.”
“It is a plan. It's in my planner.”
Dennis doesn't know where to go from there, so he simply brings his gaze to the ground.
You don't seem to mind, slowly extending your hand and patting his shoulder softly. He jumps, and you simply gaze at him with a small smile before practically skipping away.
Dennis can only watch you go, eyes full of confusion, mouth open. Right before Trinity walks by him, calling out “Close your mouth loser.”
weird!reader who's out with rafe and his friends, all eating at some pretty nice restaurant and his friends are just staring at you thinking of all the depraved things they wanna do with you but are quickly looking for anything else to do when they see you forcing rafe to watch random tik toks with him
"what the fuck is this shit kid" rafe complains but you're laughing your ass off as the tik toks keep getting funnier and funnier, one hand holding onto the phone while the other is tightly holding rafes bicep to keep him right next to you "it's funny you just have to get it like me" you continue laughing and thats what the whole dinner is like until you get back to your place
rafe's peeling your clothes off and taking you to your bed that's full of stuffed animals, as much as he wants to just push them all onto the floor you make him wait as you carefully place them all on their own little shelf while naked, you were basically torturing this man as your ass swayed in front of him and as soon as you put that last one up he was pushing you into the bed
his aching cock out and now thrusting into you harshly as you laughed about some joke you remembered "im gonna be real you're way to hot to be this weird" rafe scoffed "what's wrong pookie, are you mad im not just your hot fling" you laugh "don't call me that" rafe demands
"what does the big buff man not want me to call him pookie" you taunt but are quick to shut up when rafe pins your legs open and starts roughly fucking you making you stutter and whine, reaching out to grab a stuffed animal you forced him to buy you at a carnival and tightly hugging it "mmm what's the matter now, can't talk c'mon you usually are always yapping your ass off" rafe teases you now
he grabs your lolling mouth and pulls your face closer to his "where's all that personality now y/n, huh" rafe kisses you roughly before pulling back and going back to fucking the life out of you until you couldn't think anymore
cw. fluff, established relationship, reader is described as a ‘weird girl’ who has a huge obsession with insects and such.
author’s note: this is a part two of miss ladybug! so i suggest reading that first. i really like this pairing and i enjoy writing for them, my requests for peter are still open if you’d like to share some of your ideas 🙃🙃 special dedication to @ghostlyfleur btw <3
edit: part one | part three
peter parker isn’t as mysterious as he thinks he is. to most peers, he’s just another nerd who runs the photography team like it’s an elite competition— and obviously, he is winning it. he has messy hair that eerily resembles a squirrel’s tail, glasses that seem a bit to big for him, a skateboard that he always carries, and a stupid smile that now melts you like ice cream.
not to mention his sweet dimples. sometimes you see him as a helpless little millipede on the side of the road after a stormy day, that captures peter’s entire essence very well to you.
and that’s exactly what he looks like in your eyes as of now— hair wet, glasses broken in his hand, he has lost his skateboard somehow, and he’s still smiling like an absolute dork outside of your door.
“hi, ladybug— could you let me in, please?” peter smiles, teeth shining.
you move to the side, gesturing him to step inside. his hair is covering most of his forehead but you can’t help but notice a sting of red near his left side. you sigh, “you know, you look like the tarantula i lost in eight grade.”
peter’s ears perk up, “a tarantula?”
you nod, “mhm. it’s cold here, my room’s warmer.”
indeed it was. the room was lit only by fairy lights and two tiffany lamps. it wasn’t dark— it’s cozy. books are scattered around your desk, there were multiple posters up of insect anatomy, framed beetles & butterflies, and a lot of patterned-blankets.
“are you okay?”
he nods. you don’t really buy that, “you should probably move your hair to the right side, you don’t want it touching the wound you have on your left side.”
peter stands still, “what? i don’t— i don’t have a wound..”
“peter, i can see the red under your hair. the blood’s running down your skull— it’s probably mixed with rain water now and you should get that cleaned like right now!”
you pout, “what did you do now? and don’t say it’s because of your skateboard again ‘cos you don’t even have it right now!”
he thinks for a second. “i’m sorry, ladybug. but, before i answer that question could i ask one first?”
“what are you—”
“would you still love me if i was a spider? maybe like your eight grade tarantula?” he shrugs,
“huh? yes? yes. i’d still love you if you were a spider, peter parker. even if you were my eight grade tarantula that i lost and mourned for. now, what does that have to do with anything?”
peter hesitates, “i need you to sit down,”
“you’re scaring me,”
“it’s not as scary as you think.”
“is that suppose to reassure me?”
he nods before exhaling quite dramatically, “ladybug, i’m spider-man. that’s why my skull is bleeding red, why my skateboard is gone, and why i show up with scars snd bruises. and that’s also why i ask for you to accompany me to get ice packs.”
you sigh, in relief.
“i knew it.”
“what?”
“i called it!” you giggle. peter looks at you in disbelief, or confusion, or both.
“how— do you just know everything?”
“that’s why you always freak out when i call you spider-man. and maybe that’s how you got your name in the first place, if so, i want credit for it. and also, it’s kinda obvious..”
peter furrows his brows.
“you’re always on delivered when spider-man is reported to be on patrol. the day after the computer lab i did research on my device as it just finished getting repaired, and i sort of found a lot—”
peter blinks, “so, you do know everything.”
“i have my ways.”
“what are you? miraculous the ladybug?”
“i guess you’re not the only one with a secret identity then.”
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Summary: Toby finds out your secret and now you have to make sure he doesn’t run his mouth to his friends.
Warnings: smut (wow, so surprising), sub toby, reader is mean, Toby lowkey scared of reader, Tobys also a proxy, reader doesn’t want anyone in the slender mansion to know who they are under their mask, reader doesn’t live in the slender mansion, knife stuff, reader and Toby went to the same school ,full fic version of my last ticci toby post sorta not really but in the ways that count.
Recently you’ve been seeing someone in the woods by your house. You already knew who it was, an old friend from school. That was the only other person you’d ever heard of called “ticci toby”, It did the take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. You always made sure you knew when he was going to be there, learning his schedule the first few days he started showing up, after all you had your own work to do. Right now you were sitting on your couch, beetlejuice playing in the background as you stared back at Toby from the living room window, a disinterested look on your face. 12am sharp was when he headed back to what you could only guess to be the slender mansion.
You had been there a few times but not long enough for anybody but Ej and slenderman himself to see you. You and Ej were acquaintances, the only one you liked well enough to actually greet whenever you stopped by. He was quiet and didn’t ask questions, the last thing you needed was a nosy fuck in your business. Sometimes you’d bring him the kidneys of your last job if he was lucky, that wasnt very often; they were usually damaged from your attacks anyways. As soon as you were sure he was far enough away from your house you made your way to your room, throwing on a pair of jeans —flared at the bottom so you didnt need to worry about how your boots would fit.
you kept your faded band t-shirt on and threw your old bloodstained jacket from Highschool on. Reaching under your bed you found the box you were oh so familiar with, opening it to find your mask, it was cracked at the bottom and missing a piece over your right eye. You wasted no time putting it on and making your way to where you needed to be, hoping you wouldn’t bump into Toby or anyone else on the way. Slendermans command fresh in your mind as you locked the door behind you, putting your keys under the porcelain plant pot behind of your house so you wouldn’t lose them.
By the time you finished the job and made your way back to your house it was around 3am and you were out of breath and covered in blood, it was caked under your fingernails and no doubt stuck in your hair covering your already blood caked jacket. Your mask was quickly discarded on the coffee table and you stripped yourself of your clothing on your way to your bathroom, making a mental note to clean up before you went to bed. Making sure no more blood came off of you was your number one priority, not wanting to deal with any stains on your bedroom carpet or bed sheets.
Soon enough you were done and dressed making your way back to where you’d left your clothes and mask, putting your jeans in the washer as well as your shirt. You didnt bother with your jacket, knowing it would just get dirty again you threw it on a hanger in your closet. You returned the mask to the box under your bed before deciding to get the beetlejuice vhs tape from your living room tv so you could fall asleep to it. Making sure you grabbed a glass of water on your way back you took your pills and tucked yourself in, making sure you put the now half empty glass of water on your nightstand just in case.
The next day you were expecting Toby’s stalking to continue but a knock on the door snapped your gaze away from his usual window. You stood up, throwing your blanket off your lap and pausing saw (2004) on your tv. You opened the door, not as surprised when you realized it was toby, missing his usual goggles and muzzle as well as his jacket. Only a black turtle neck covered him, you guessed it didn’t matter what he wore he couldn’t feel the cold anyways.
“What brings you here Toby?” You asked, moving out of the door way to let him in.
“Oh i was just in the- the area and i wanted to see if you wanted to han- to hang out.” His words were cut off by the occasional tic causing him to have to restart a couple words.
You nodded with disinterest before making your way back to your spot on the couch waving for him to follow you. He was picking at his fingers the same way he used to in Highschool, seems like people don’t really change. He used to get blood all over his desk at least once a week you just hoped he didnt do the same with your couch. You pressed play on the remote, Amanda’s cry’s filling the room as she escaped from the reverse bear trap. You got about 20 more minutes into the movie before Toby spoke up.
“Do you have a bath— bathroom?” He questioned, looking over to your focused face.
You gestured down the hall not looking away from the tv, you could tell he nodded before making his way down the hall and He really was going to go to the bathroom but your bedroom door was open and he couldn’t help himself. It had been more than 10 minutes before you realized he was still gone, your face scrunching up in confusion as you paused the tv and got up. You footsteps were quiet, you’d memorized every creaky floorboard in your house for thoes nights with the splitting headaches where even a pin drop sounded like a jackhammer. When you made your way into your room you noticed Toby was hunched over something, a box, your box.
“What the fuck are you doing.” You tried to keep yourself from raising your voice, fists clenched at your sides.
He gasped and dropped the box, turning around trying to come up with something but only gibberish coming out. You started to cross the distance between the both of you, toby scrambling to get his goggles and muzzle out of his pockets. Your face dropped once you realized what was in his hand before a humorous expression crossed your face for a split second.
“What? You thought i didn’t know?” You almost laughed at the stupid expression on his face.
“It doesn’t take a fucking genius ‘ticci toby’.” You finally closed the distance grabbing him by the front of his turtleneck and pulling him up off the ground before pushing him backward onto your bed
His eyes widened as he fell back, looking up at you with slight fear now that he knew what you did,what you were capable of. You’d been a proxy longer than him, you had disappeared a year before him but he thought you might’ve just switched schools. He’d only heard whispers about your work around the mansion, Nobody knew who you were except slenderman and Ej but Ej refused to tell him anything and he only “talked” to slenderman when it came to jobs. To say he was surprised to learn who you really were was an understatement, his hands twitching as you crawled onto of him.
“So heres whats gonna happen, im gonna fuck your brains out and you’re not gonna tell any of your little proxy friends who I am, right?” You smiled —albeit unsettlingly—, your hands sliding under his sweater.
He nodded profusely, his hands moving up so you could successfully take his turtleneck off before sitting up. your hands moved down to unbutton his jeans, the metal digging into your finger. You felt his hands tug at the bottom of your shirt, asking for permission to take it off; you only nodded as confirmation before moving your own arms up. You backed off of him for a moment to pull your pants and underwear down, Toby must’ve gotten the idea as his pants and underwear around his ankles by the time you returned your attention to him and reclaimed your spot on his lap.
A small smirk finding itself on your face as you stroked his cock, a whine leaving his mouth every time you reached the tip. You decide to torture him a bit, focusing on solely the tip just to tease. His thighs tensed under you and his whines got louder, obviously affected by your teasing. After a bit more teasing you decided you were too impatient, taking no time to move further up his lap to slide his cock into you. His neck twitched as well as his hands as you rode his cock a strangled noise pushing its way out of his throat. His hands found their place on your hips, Toby not realizing how hard he was squeezing you worried he was going to leave marks.
“Are you sure..I can’t at least tell—“ he tried to ask but before he could finish you’d gotten the pocket knife from under your pillow and held it to his neck.
“Toby, if you tell anyone i swear i will find you and slit your throat in front of everyone at the slender mansion.” You growled, pushing the knife close to his neck.
He swallowed and nodded babbling out useless words of understanding, neck getting nicked by the knife slightly ad he moved, a bead of blood gathering on the wound. You put the knife on your bedside table, still unsheathed just incase you might need it again. Leaning down you put your mouth to his neck, sucking the blood off his neck as he moaned. You continued fucking him, his noises of desperation and encouragement bringing a sadistic smile to your face as you thought of kicking him out and making him walk back to the mansion with a boner.
It didn’t take long for him to get close to finishing, the knife stunt from earlier clearly excited him. His moans got higher in pitch as he got closer, his nails dug into you with a new found sense of purpose. You could feel him forcing your hips up and down every time you slid yourself on his cock, you couldn’t help but dig your own nails into him —not that he minded. You could tell he was going to cum soon, if the high pitched moans werent a good enough sign his erratic twitching was. His fingers twitched against your skin making him loosen his grip on your hips only to tighten them back up as he came, bucking his hips into you. You let out a groan as you came, riding out your high before sliding off him and laying down to his left.
“Am i allowed to stay—stay here or should i leave.” Toby whispered from beside you, looking in your direction.
“I don’t care what you do.” You answered honestly, getting up to make your way to the shower, missing Tobys smile as he got up to join you.
MEET SPIRAL . . . passionate, talks loudly, collects animal bones, has an interest in fashion, has more crazy pattern tights than she can count, loves snails, eats any kind of fruit ( not passion fruit. yuck! ), loves gardening, has pet fishes, scrapbooking is her favorite past time.
WEIRD!READER who despite her parents telling her to not go to fashion / art school she did it anyways. Her parents didn't support her dreams so she had to make money to pay for classes! that's when she decided to tailor clothes and formal wear on the side!
WEIRD!READER meets the twins through as mutual friend, to help boost her clientele. they were two grades above her. stack, the youngest one majoring in fashion journalism and his brother in business management.
WEIRD!READER who told the twins plenty of times that they don't need to pay her 2k every time she fixes their suits but they pay her no mind saying "it's an investment."
WEIRD!READER who stack begs to let him dress her! it takes two weeks for him to convince her until one day at lunch smoke told him to shut the hell up and you to just say yes so stack can shut the hell up!
WEIRD!READER who found stacks tiktok by accident and discovered he is very much "famous" for his fashion and other things. she mentioned it when they were hanging out, "i found your tiktok.." you say it shyly like you aren't supposed to know. "yea? whichu think?" he questions like he values your opinion.
WEIRD!READER who joins stack on his live one day, quiet more than usually. "why u actin shy for?" he nudges her with a smug look on his face. glancing over at him, "brah, shut up. oh my god" laughing. He turns his attention back to the comments, ignoring the ones inquiring about if you're his girl but one catches his eye "she odd asf, no way you fuck with that girl" his lips turn up, "nigga what you need to be worried about is washin yo ass instead of runnin your mouth on another niggas live!"
