𝐿𝑎𝑐𝑒.

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒂𝒅. 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒕—𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅.ᐟ.ᐟ

nothing— nothing at all.

She's definitely not thinking about the spiders oversized ass—

peeking her head in; it's quiet today.

she's drooling, oh fuck.

it's huge; she's not terrified of it; she's terrified of what it'll do.

n—n—n—no.

gulp— no, total not— it was just in her way, obviously.

she just isn't that 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚, she doesn't need someone sitting on her face to be happy. definitely.

ᅠ ⠀no, her face is not for sitting on.ᐟ she'd never let anyone put her in such a position— totally not what she wants.ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀

⁀➷ silk.xn--6ii I spent so long doing edits that I didn't realise my phone is on 6% oh 🥲

upon having two hands hold her in place, she started to realise that maybe this wasn't the best idea— her face was currently at the huntress' mercy, as her secondary set of arms began to travel down her body—. well, she wasn't exactly sure how far the huntress would go.

she can deal with it; lace has to deal with the view of the spiders rear bouncing as she follows her; they're both not happy.

a muffled sound; followed by her body sort of— relaxing; people wondering why she acted like a brat all the time— this is why. her face was perfectly wedged between breasts larger than her own head, and it was perfect~.

they were bigger than she anticipated, her entire head vanishing between the woman's chest— a soft ‘yelp’ was all she had time to get out before she was smothered.

she didn't fold persay; she just— wanted to see what she could get out of staring; although now that she's inches away from the huntress' chest— she's more nervous than before.