#Out of webfluid

[wriitingwoes79]

Careful, He Bites

Miguel O’Hara x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: You’re FWB with the ever-elusive vigilante Spider-Man (2099) who unfortunately, for you, is not too fond of being ghosted.

Content Warnings: dom!Miguel, sub!reader, face sitting, biting, overstimulation, webfluid!bondage, dirty talk (and in español también !!🤭)

WC: 645 (ik ik it’s short my bad lol)

AN: heavily unedited and my Spanish is rusty (gotta love being a no sabo puerto rican ) so I apologize for that!! part 2 maybe? who knows lol

MDNI!!!

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table, your roommate’s photo and caller ID popping up. In your current state, you would just have to let the call go to voicemail—it’s not like you would be able to answer now or any time soon, anyways.

Especially since your thighs were bound by thick muscular arms (and ropes of webfluid) while Miguel’s tongue and lips flicked and sucked over your clit hungrily. The obscenely wet sounds emanating from your thighs held much more sway than the buzzing phone to your right.

Wave after wave of pleasure lapped over you as Miguel forced orgasm after orgasm from you. Your thighs shook around his head, and you squirmed as you felt the familiar rise of arousal leading towards another release.

“Ah!” You cried as you felt Miguel’s teeth lightly rake over your clit, quivering from the sensation. It was a warning from him: take it.

Sit there and take it.

Dios mío, you absolutely couldn’t take another orgasm—your clit was beyond sensitive, overly aware of every rough flick and wet swirl of his tongue as he licked up everything that dripped from between your thighs. His soft groans didn’t help the situation either, soft vibrations from his lips and throat running along your now-aching pussy.

Miguel’s hand tightened on your thighs, hard enough that you were sure the marks would be there by the time you made it back to your apartment.

This had to be a punishment, you thought. How orgasms could even be considered a punishment you didn’t know but you knew the roughness, the little care for how much you ached (despite the overflow of pleasure) had to be some sort of retaliation.

Sure, you hadn’t talked to Miguel in over a week, and sure, you had a blind date with a coworker of your roommate’s but that was nothing! Miguel was just a nice little friends with benefits.

Well…a vigilante friend with benefits.

A vigilante who swung you into his apartment, tearing your panties off with his fanged teeth and trapped you over his face without even taking his suit off—he’d merely lifted the mask up to free his lips and tongue for your torment. You hated how much it turned you on to see his lips and the tip of his nose peeking out from the blue and red suit material.

The orgasm rising in you once more was enough cause for you to squirm more, trying to ease off the side of his face. Miguel’s grip tightened and his lips left from your clit to trace your inner thigh. In seconds, his teeth—his fangs specifically, gripped the soft fleshy part of your inner thighs and pain sparked there. He bit, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to keep you as still as you could manage.

Hard enough to leave marks for you to find later.

“No te muevas,” he growled against you, his lips finding your clit once more, “you can take it, amor.” You whined at the sensation, his lips and gruff voice against your sensitive pussy, the way the ‘r’ in “amor” rolled so delicately off his tongue and onto your clit.

“Puedes hacer uno más,” he said and continued to devour you as if it were the only sustenance he needed to survive. Within seconds, the orgasm came bursting from you, your thighs dripping desire and release which Miguel lapped up with ease. Your entire body shook from the effort and you slumped over, legs tangled on Miguel’s shoulders from the ties still taut and biting into your skin.

Your phone buzzed again and Miguel eased himself you, pulling you free from the webfluid ties without a second thought. He picked up your phone, answering it and held it to your ear,

“Tell her you won’t be coming home just yet, cosita linda. I’m not finished with you.”

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Imagine how helpful and kind Hobie must be on Spider Society campus.

Like going through money problems is a quintessential Spider-person and he knows the signs

Maybe your suit gets a little worn through, but you don't have a way to fix it? He'll help patch it up for you. Matter of fact, come by - he'll help you sew a cooler one

You're out on missions and he notices you're rationing webfluid or one of your web-slingers are busted? he'll help fix you up. - Here's an extra web fluid cartridge to hold on to. Actually he has an emergency web recipe he can teach you

Notices you eating alone at the food court for every meal, cause you can't afford anything back home and HQ is all that's left? Hey wanna eat together? - even better he'll invite you over. You can hang in his universe and he'll find you some proper scran

Like Hobie is so subtle but radically kind like having him around must be so assuring and warm 😭😭 I want to go to spider HQ SO BAD

[infiniteeight8]

Hi! I’m currently reading my way through all of your IronStrange fics (it’s 12:08 am and I have No Regrets) and would like to place a request/prompt

Maybe Stephen walking in to find Engendering TM has gone wrong for Peter and Tony? One of them could be stuck to the ceiling or covered in fire extinguisher spray

I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the fics! 😀 

I've skipped ahead a bit in my queue. There were a couple before this that needed some extra thought.

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Stephen opens a portal to the hallway outside the lab. Experience has taught him never to portal directly into the lab. Not when Peter and Tony are in there together.

Tony isn’t actually as reckless in the lab as most might think. Not when they aren’t in the middle of a crisis. After all, if he destroys something, he’s only making more work for himself. And Peter does actually take lab safety lectures to heart, most of the time. It’s just that when you put them together, they feed each other’s excitement until they both forget about being careful.

FRIDAY hadn’t called him to cancel his date with Tony, which is promising, but certainly not a guarantee that today’s lab session has avoided disaster. Readying himself to conjure a shield, Stephen carefully approaches the glass doors. They open as normal, and there’s no fire or shrapnel, but something still feels off. For one thing, it’s too quiet.

Stephen looks around, but doesn’t see either Tony or Peter. He frowns. Then the Cloak taps him on the shoulder and gestures toward the ceiling with one corner. Stephen looks up.

“Hey, Doctor Strange,” Peter says sheepishly, waving at him. He’s sitting on the ceiling almost normally, except for the massive glob of web fluid that’s encasing his right hand, sticking it firmly to the ceiling.

“Peter,” Stephen says, a little relieved. “Testing out a new formula?”

“Yeah. Longer lasting stickiness. The solvent is over there.” Peter points at one of the lab benches.

“Next time maybe keep it on you,” Stephen says dryly. He looks around, eventually spotting Tony, in the armor, wedged between a couple of support beams. He looks like the webfluid was misted over him, and it’s gummed him up between the beams quite thoroughly. “You couldn’t blast your way out?”

“Why do structural damage when it’s going to dissolve on its own?” Tony says philosophically. 

Stephen shakes his head and retrieves the solvent, tossing it up to Peter since his hands are free. “I know you’re tempted to wait and see how long it holds you both,” Stephen says, then turns his attention to Tony, “but we have a date tonight.”

“I didn’t forget!” Tony protests quickly.

Stephen smiles. Of course he forgot. Tony loses track of everything when he’s deep in the engineering zone. That’s why Stephen comes to pick him up on these days. But all he says is, “You’ve got half an hour to get free and get ready.”

As unusual as it is, this has become very much part of their routine.

Stephen kind of loves it.

[harumscarumcos]

his three hair phases, the middle phase being his most preferred (he could've kept with his Rapunzel length if he would just find a hairdresser to help him better maintain)

yeah, kaine be close shaved in the comics, but for spiderverse!kaine, i fully believe he would not cause then he has to go thru the "fuck i look even MORE like peter than i already did" phase

[feral-bitch-pigeon]

I had an AU idea that won't leave me alone, so now anyone who stays for this shall suffer with me...

Okay, Spider!Chloe Bourgeois who cheered

Anywhooo ima do bullet points because I've not done an AU Idea here or on my alts, so I'm new, but I'll try my best to explain my brain worms.

(Quick disclaimer: i have not watched miraculous since a little after the time season 3 came out nor have i watched/read the spiderman movies/comics in years, and everything i know past that is from clips and fanfic, so...yeah)

Chloe ends up going to New York with her mother post-Miracle Queen and ends up a young intern at Oscorp under new management after Dr. Conners debacle. Where she meets and works with Gwen Stacy, becoming her mentoree.

A couple of months pass, and Chloe ends up pulling an all-nighter in the lab, and as she checks the specimens and prepares to close up for the night she gets bitten by one of the lingering bio enhanced spiders that hadn't been disposed of yet...sending her into shock she kills it and immediately calls Dr. Stacy, in a panic, telling her she killed a specimen after it bit her.

Gwen tells her to calm down and that she's on her way, turning over to alert Peter. She and him rush to the lab to find Chloe curled up with her hands on her ears, Peter spots the dead spider first and immediately knows what happened...this child is now going through the exact same thing he did a decade ago.

(^ origin stuff) now for the post-bite stuff...

Peter takes Chloe under his wing (web, heh), and she becomes Arachne. And she and Peter have a father/daughter dynamic (that's his spiderbaby now)

Gwen "accidentally" gave Chloe a caffeine addiction

Gwen and Peter helped her tweak the web fluid to look like gold thread (because despite her new parents, she still grew up a rich girl, and she wanted pretty gold webs. Thank you very much)

In an attachment to being Queen bee, Arachne's spidersuit is black and gold (sort of like web weaver) with red accents (because Peter's suit is red and blue and Chloe wanted to look like him a bit)

She's met Harry once but didn't really interact with him because he was more there for Peter than he was to meet her.

Aubrey doesn't actually parent Chloe when she's with her, more so treats her like a pet to show off after she started working at Oscorp.

At a point two years pass with Chloe in New York as Arachne, and she's a bit nicer, but mostly because she's too exhausted from Oscorp and superheroing to antagonize anyone...she also has spent too much time with Peter to not be a better person.

After the two years pass, Chloe ends up back in Paris because Aubrey decided to live there full time with André for his and her public image. So Chloe ends up transferring to an Oscorp location in England, which Harry bought as a favor to Peter so Chloe could still work with them and had a way to make her webfluid.

So ima end the idea dumping here because I'm tired of writing all of it but I'll probably continue later

[microfeelings]

Yeah I'm sharing them now because if I decide to wait to pass them digitally I will ✨never do it✨

Spiderverse x One Piece AU!

A little something that started as an exercise in character design and then I got a little bit into it lmao

I did design the rest of the East Blue Crew but uh... they were kinda ugly/boring, I put more effort into these two because they're the 💕favs💕

Info, kinda. Honestly I don't have a lot thought out its mostly random ideas that mushed together sort of resemble a well put together au, just like everything I do <3

Nami:

- Spider-Woman of her universe, while her design isn't exactly original I really liked using her orange and blue colors. She has the spider logo on her back because she hates spiders and hates looking at them lmao

- In her universe, her best friend Usopp died when she failed to save him (kinda her "Gwen Stacy" but he was just a friend)

- Has electricity powers, her spidey senses are also really in tune with the climate for some reason

- She has a staff (not pictured) she fights with, and also uses the environment to her favor, not the biggest fan of fighting hand to hand because (compared to other Spider-people) shes not as physically strong

- Has a few enemies and nemesis that she fights, Arlong being the most important/strong one

- She's actually quite happy to know other Spider-people, tho she was kinda shocked when she saw Usopp... It was awkard for both of them...

Usopp:

- The first Spider-man in his world, there are some things of his design I would change (mainly the sweatband, I would change the colors), but I'm actually quite happy with his design. Where does his nose go with the mask on? The same place Hobbie's hair goes, idk..

- In his universe, his best friend Nami died, Usopp failing to protect her

- Uncanny precision with his webfluids, also figths using the environment

- Unfortunately isn't a well received Spider-man 😔, gets complaints about destruction of property or how he's "pretty coward for a superhero"

- Really would rather focus on saving civilians from natural disasters, as he's also not as physically strong (compared to other Spider-people), but it seems every weirdo on the block decided they really need to beat this teenager up, so he also has some enemies...

- Super excited about meeting other Spider-people and finally being able to share life experiences with them, and then met Nami, or Spider-Woman Nami and it was awkard and uncomfortable (but they became besties, bittersweet moment)

Extra stuff from the rest of the East Blue Crew:

- Luffy's spiderman name is Spider-King and the rest of the Spidermans where like "I can't decide if that's the best or the worst name I've ever heard...". Well Usopp thinks it's kinda cool, and wishes he had chosen a cooler name for himself, might be too late for a new signature 🤔, Nami and Sanji think it's stupid, Zoro is undecided

- Sanji does not have a spider logo, even tho his name is Spider-man because he hates spiders

- Zoro is the second Spider-man from his universe, the first one being Kuina, she died and he took her place

- Sanji has fire inmunity

- Zoro carries like 5 extra pockets of web fluids cause he takes "longer routes" (he gets lost a lot)

[lvebug]

TAG GAME — THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE: andie is a short 5'3" and immediately she looks like she should be a polly pocket or maybe the popular girl from a coming of age movie if those girls were ever nice. she's blonde and bubbly and quick to smile. she's hardly ever sitting still, usually bouncing around or swaying from foot to foot or leaning on anything nearby. when you hear the phrase "she lights up a room", people are often talking about andie. the attention she draws she usually bounces right back onto others. her wardrobe is colorful and neat, full of light flowy pieces and simple gold jewelry. despite her size, she's got a fair bit of hidden muscle WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: fresh fruit. usually its a peachy smell or green like rosmary. sweet and bright. and usually the distinct yet unplacable vague smell of webfluid. it doesn't have much of a smell, but she's around it constantly enough that something always lingers. most people don't notice it or think anything of it. WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE: idk come here and find out   WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE: like laughter, mostly. andie's got an unexpectedly deep voice. a lot about her is supposed to be surprising and disarming and i think her opening her mouth to say something for the first time and people thinking "oh" is a good way to do that. she just sounds like rain spencer dont make me explain voices WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE: andie runs warm from the spider bite. the rings she wears are a cool contrast when holding her hand. she's also got clauses on her hands that honestly can't really be explained by the work she does and scars that also can't be explained. there's a bullet scar in her side from when she got shot for harry, one of the few that does have an explanation. there are other scars, mostly smaller/fainter. her enhanced healing helps to clear all but the nasty ones and even those tend to seem old even when they're not.

stolen from @thanatologies <3 tagging: @arachnidiots, @tracksdown, @dehrdevil, @parameddic, @citysavior, @lampllghter, @surferspider, & anyone else reading this xoxo !!

[starchild--27]

Inktober - Day 2: Spiders

a/n: technically, i wrote this before inktober but it's a Stray Kids x Spiderman fic and it fits ok- anyway, it was inspired by this video i saw on instagram. enjoy xD also, i am sorry jisung, minho is really mean to you in that one but you take it like a champ- xD and big hug and big shoutout to @heartcravings who supported me in this silly idea ^-^

starring: Peter Han Jisung as (quite new) Spider-man, Lee Know (Minho) as Damsel in Distress, Felix (Yongbok) as sweet but not so helpful kid xD

word count: ~ 2k

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Watching the sun set over the Seoul skyline had always been one of Jisung’s favourite things. Even as a small kid, he had been mesmerized by all the city lights and, until a few months ago, strolling through the busy streets, catching the last golden rays of sunshine, was one of his usual activities to get into trouble for (his parents weren’t really keen on their teenage-son wandering around somewhere outside when evening was slowly turning into night). 

Now he was sitting on a skyscraper, legs dangling over the edge as he was scribbling words into his notebook, bopping his head along to a beat and melody only he could hear. The sparkling reflections on the Han river all the way down there always inspired him a lot and one of the greater advantages of being Seoul’s one and only Spider-man was the prime view on all the pretty lights below brightening more and more as the sky above turned a dark shade of blue. 

Despite all the beauty around him, Jisung let out a frustrated sigh. Why do none of the lines work out? Why isn’t it coming together the way it’s supposed to? With a little more strength than intended he crossed out some of his notes, tossed the notebook into the general direction of his backpack and let himself fall back, laying down on the roof with his gaze towards the sky, watching the clouds passing by. The traffic noises were much more quiet up here but still a buzzing in the background that didn’t help Jisung’s focus at all. He felt restless, unsettled; he needed to move, he decided, and sat up again, scooting back from the roof’s edge and tied the double knots in his sneakers again.

Quickly, he grabbed his backpack, threw pen and notebook in there to accompany two of his comic books and his big headphones, closed the zipper and strapped on the bag over his dark blue hoodie jacket. The summery warmth would still cling between the high buildings so he left the zipper open and only pulled the hood over his head, then his mask over the lower part of his face, covering his nose and mouth but leaving his eyes and forehead free. He had toyed around with full-face masks and tighter, sportier suits for a while but he was much more comfortable in his wide jeans, simple t-shirt and hoodie, being able to feel the wind in his hair as he took his swings from one street corner to another.  

Another of Jisung’s favourite things was the drop. Granted, the whole jumping-from-buildings-business had been really scary at first when he wasn’t able to control his new-found powers properly - before he became Spiderman he hadn’t even been able to control his normal, non-superpower limbs properly most of the time - so it had taken some time for him to finally take a leap (literally and figuratively) of faith an just… jump, letting himself fall, knowing and trusting he’d be able to catch himself anytime. He felt most powerful when he was racing to the ground, right before he stretched out his arm and let webfluid shoot from his wrist. 

Most people were too busy waiting at traffic lights, hurrying home or making phone calls to notice him as he practically flew through the streets, above their heads. Yeah, he was pretty damn grateful he didn’t have to bother with walking or waiting at street crossings anymore and swinging from one building to the next, speeding through the streets of his hometown always had the wonderful effect of clearing his mind, sharpening his supernatural senses. It was a wholly different and much superior way of experiencing his environment, when he could blend out the noises in his head and solely focus on the city pulsating around him.

That was exactly why he almost swung right into a wall when he heard a scream for help - it had disturbed the city's rhythm, his rhythm. Sigh. Oh well, he wasn’t Spider-man only for himself. He knew it was his responsibility to use his powers to help people in danger, even when he was in the middle of curing a nasty writer’s block. So he changed course to where the screams came from, steady in his pace again. The shouts of “Help! We need help!” got louder and Jisung got more nervous. He wasn’t that good at fighting crime and rescuing people yet, he had only done this a handful of times and he hoped desperately that one day the pang of uneasiness that spread every time as his brain was processing what he was about to do would disappear. 

Another shout. He took a deep breath and tried to fully concentrate on the task ahead instead of his insecurities. Maybe it was only somebody’s cat stuck somewhere really high again? That had been his first rescue. Cute, yet slightly insane, orange cat stuck on a roof. But he had to be prepared for everything, now that he had decided to build some sort of reputation for himself.

“Help!! Help, here's someone in danger!” The voice was really near now. Voices, actually, one cursing, a darker one shouting for help. How hadn’t he seen anyone yet? He swung onto the next roof and halted for a moment.

“Hello? I’m here to help, I just can’t see you,” Jisung shouted to the streets, no idea what else he could have done to announce his presence. 

“Oh, thank God. You’re that Spider-kid, right? There’s- My friend- Gosh, he just hangs there, he’s been in distress for- I don’t know, he’s been hanging here for I while and-”

“And I don’t know how long I can still hold myself so hurry-the-fuck-up!” That was the second voice.

“Yeah yeah, it’s Spider-man, by the way. But I still have no idea where you are. Are you like… really high up or-”

“Down here, you idiot. Not everyone can reach the rooftops as easily as you can!” The second voice again. Yes, this guy definitely sounded a lot more strained than the first one. 

Figures, thought Jisung, if he’d been holding his own weight for a while now. And in a dress too. Maybe it got stuck somewhere while the guy was doing some sort of parkour challenge?

Normally, Jisung would consider his creativity and imagination strengths that had helped him through a couple quite dire situations, but looking back to this particular case… Yup, he definitely would have appreciated it more if his brain had questioned what he had heard for at least a moment before making up an elaborate backstory for a situation that, well, wasn’t quite as he understood it to be.

As the two figures finally came into sight, one hanging from a metal rod that served as a connection between two flat roofs (for reasons beyond Jisungs’s understanding), the other standing safely on one of the roofs, Jisung shifted fully into superhero mode. One athletic somersault, two powerful swings and a graceful landing later, he found himself next to the first guy - and was surprised to see that the darker voice he had heard belonged to a kid around his age, his boyish face littered with freckles over his cheekbones and button nose. Somehow, he had pictured a more grownup person. But okay. Now was not the time to be distracted by that. The second guy still needed his help with the dress. 

Quickly, Jisung mapped out a smooth rescue in his head and then took a running start, so it was a little anticlimactic as he slipped rather ungracefully after three steps. Luckily, he caught himself again, cringing internally at his own clumsiness, as he jumped from the edge of the roof, shooting a string of webfluid with one hand as the other grabbed the hem of the guy's dress. It was pulled down easily enough, successfully freeing the clearly also teenaged boy from the piece of clothing.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

Jisung flinched so hard at the angry scream, he let go of the fabric in his hands and almost missed his laning on the next closest roof. Okay, something had gone wrong.

“DIDN’T YOUR FRIEND SAY SOMETHING ABOUT YOU BEING STUCK IN THIS DRESS??”

“Oh my God- YONGBOK-AH, WHY DID YOU GET THE MOST INCOMPETENT SUPERHERO EVER TO RESCUE ME??”

Jisung cringed again, beginning to slowly understand what had just happened here. Yeah, with this kind of miscommunication, he had really earned it to be called incompetent.

“I SAID, HE WAS HANGING THERE! IN DISTRESS! REALLY, WHAT MADE YOU THINK THE DRESS WAS THE PROBLEM HERE??” That was the deep voice again. Yongbok, as Jisung had learned.

He was too embarrassed to say anything more as he went swinging back again to pick up the boy that was now hanging there, wearing nothing but boxers and a pair of socks. Jisung landed squatting on the rod, keeping his balance with ease.

“Sorry, you can... um, just let go, I’ll catch you,” he said, now at a normal volume.

The other boy muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a brutally sarcastic “Very trustworthy”. But he let go with nothing much but a quick squeal. Jisung jumped right after him, catching the boy by the waist and pulling him in. 

“Now hold on.”

Another sarcastic comment. But Jisung was too focused on getting the two of them on stable ground again to understand it.

There was an awkward silence after they landed next to Yongbok and the formally-hanging boy had let go of Jisung, bringing some distance between them as Jisung himself was desperately trying to find his speach again.

“Um… Sorry, again, for… you know, that messy… whatever. I… I’m still new to… err… well, all this. So yeah, sorry, um…” Jisung stammered out, grinning apologetically as he was met with scowling face. 

“Minho.” Ah. Minho. Still looking at Jisung with that stern expression.  

“Ah. Yeah, sorry, Minho… Is there anything else I can help you guys with? Or should I just… go?”, he asked in quiet, almost careful tone. 

Minho raised his eyebrows without giving an answer, a certain expectation clearly written on his face. 

Dumbfounded, Jisung just stared back at him. How was he supposed to know what that meant? He was not a mind-reader! 

His eyes darted towards Yongbok for a moment, who looked strangely amused by this whole interaction. So no help from him either. 

Jisung’s gaze shifted back to Minho, whose face, in the meantime, had been drained of all the expectations, making room for a dry, resignated glare, as his eyes flashed downwards for a short moment. Jisung’s eyes followed the movement and- oh. 

Yup, that was definitely the lowest point of this stupid disaster mission.

“I’ll.. I’ll go get the dress,” he murmured and hurried to where the dress had slipped from his grip, returning to Yongbok and Minho in a heartbeat. 

“Thanks,” Minho said pointedly, immediately taking the dress from Jisung's hands and putting it back on, “That would be all.”

Jisung was dead-set on leaving as fast as possible, but… there was still something that- How the fuck did Minho manage to get into this situation in the first place? He opened his mouth to say something. 

“Don’t even ask. You don’t want to know. And even if you did, I wouldn’t tell you.” Another glare. Yongbok couldn’t hold back a giggling laugh now though. So that was that. 

Sigh.

“Well, um.. goodbye then," Jisung said, defeat clear in his voice, as he turned around to disappear in the heights of Seoul’s skyscrapers again.

“Bye, Spider-kid. I’ll try to get stuck at high places more often now. You clearly need training before you can call yourself Spider-man.” 

Wait. Had that been… a cheerful tone? Jisung turned around again and saw Minho smiling, now clearly amused by the absurdity of it all as well. 

“Mmh, can’t wait,” he added with another awkward grin. “See you around then.”

Then he jumped out of sight.

[superectojazzmage]

Miles: I’m Spider-Man!

Miguel: You are a worthless, bitch ass spider. Your life literally is as valuable as a summer Inheritor. I'm just gonna stomp you and you're gonna keep coming back, imma seal up all my cracks, you're gonna keep coming back. Why? Cause you smellin the Totem. You worthless bitch ass spider.

You gonna stay on my dick until you die. You serve no purpose in life. Your purpose in life is to be in my Nueva York sucking on my dick daily. Your purpose in life is to be in that Spider-Society blowing the dick daily.

Your life is nothing, you serve zero purpose.

You should kill yourself, NOW.

And give somebody else a piece of that Totem, and webfluid, that's given out so that we can be superheroes inside this Web of Life and Destiny.

Cause what are you here for? To save your dad? Kill yourself. I mean that, with a 100%, with a 1000%. I've never seen somebody so worthless in my life. Im deadass. I've not seen such a more worthless spider, in my life.

If he has kids? Oh my god, Imagine if a spider like that has kids. Like imagine. Imagine if somebody like that actually has kids. I would feel so sorry for his children cause the spider literally serves no fucking purpose.

Imagine a father, now we got lots of spiders with, wives and kids and shit that suck my dick daily on the Web of Life. But imagine if this spider actually had children. This spider is devoting the time he could be spending with his kids, checking out a Latino man on Earth-928, cucking over him relentlessly. It's crazy.

I've never seen someone so relentless to have parents. Somebody, somebody, somebody's value so worthless that they'll come into a fucking Spider-Society, and keep coming in this bitch over and over and over and over and over and over again. We keep banning you. Spider let me, let me, let's do you a favor.

Let's go to the Tinkerer’s store, let's pick out a web-shooter together. I'm gonna give you an assisted suicide. Let's pick out a web-shooter together right, and we're gonna take all the greatest Canon Events, put a TV screen right in front of you. Im gonna hang a webline on top of the motherfucking Spider-Buggy garage.

We're gonna force feed you. Pry your eyes open. Probably dont need to do that cause you're already on my dick daily. We're gonna pry your eyes open, until you consistenly watch police captains die over and over and over and over and over again. Till you're gonna be like "oh this is fucking torture". You're gonna start going crazy, you're gonna start feeling crazy. Just, your eyes are gonna bleed, the retinas are gonna just start pouring out, pouring out blood and crack open veins, and the reitnas are just going to start engaging and bulging.

Then im gonna grab that rope and say are you ready? And you're gonna say yes and im just gonna PULL IT. While you BEG me, BEG me and I mean BEG me to kill you. And choke you, choke the worthless life out of your sorry ass.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

New Spider Idea (genuinely sorry) because my Brain Won't Turn Off

SpiderX -

The X doesn't stand for anything cool. It stands for Xavier's.

SpiderX is literally just a Spider-kid, probably a Peter, who ALSO attends Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

A Spider-man that's in the society AND high school AND the X-men.

He's constantly running into battle late (he's coming from class), or wearing the wrong uniform. The anomalies are like "You'll never get me Spider-freaks! - wait who is that one in the yellow"

And he's like "Sorry, I'm Spider-man too..I'm just coming from work. Ignore the X on the suit okay I'm Spider-man don't worry."

He walks around HQ campus and Xavier's campus wearing his Spider-suit on, and he just puts the yellow X-men class blazer over it.

He's always exhausted. He's SO behind on assignments. Falls asleep standing up.

Just a stressed out student oitsghfjkgdhgf

He has Jess as a mentor and Storm as a counselor so he has to deal with them BOTH breathing down his neck.

They all know about the situation so sometimes he's in trouble, Storm will let Jess know.

He's going to class and stuff then he looks up sees Jess walking down the hall RIGHT FOR HIM looking pissed. And his classmates are like 'oooohhhh Spideys MOM is here.'

His best friend is NightCrawler, and he always brings along to campus, since he can get around too.

He's late for class, Logan's gonna be pissed. He's late for a mission, Miguel is gonna be pissed. He forgot to turn in his homework for Hero Ethics and also he's outta webfluid and wants to take a nap.

Tired Ass X-Men Mutant Spider-Man. Free SpiderX from his endless workload and let the kid take a nap.

[robbed-ghost]

There’s always discourse about trans characters because bigotry or whatever but can you imagine how funny it could be if Gwen was allowed to be explicitly trans for a second. She has to change her webfluid mid-battle because it ran out and accidentally puts in her estrogen cartridge without thinking about it and suddenly the rhino gets eye blasted with gender juice and is down for the count

[izzysarchivedblogs]

"Why are there webs...everywhere? WHY CLINT?!"

HARASS CLINT ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS HE HAS ON THIS BLOG // Tony Stark (@/mr-tony-stark), Jessica Drew (@/biitchcakes), Peter Parker (@/crisispider) are clint's only ships atm (but come ship w/ me) -> each ship is in their own separate universe

❝ Well, you see. . . ❞ Be prepared for some total bullshit. ❝ Forgotten fact about me, but you know I make arrows and test them out. ⸻ So you know, @crisispider left some webfluid around. . . ❞ Okay, that's not actually a total lie.

He did acquire some webfliud for making webs from Spiderman; however, they were legally acquired. He simply asked, plus when he's leaving the stuff in the "Supers' Office" in the basement. Clint's sure he didn't mind.

❝ So I thought WHAT IF ⸺ I made a web arrow, an official Spiderman web arrow. ❞ Okay, that's not a lie either.

The issue was, is that Pietro had barged into his apartment, while Clint was cleaning up. See he figured this was one of those, Quicksilver had nothing better to do today, so he though he'd harass Clint because he's obsessed with him (sorry, but you aren't his type and he's taken).

THE LIES COMES IN BECAUSE THESE WEBS ⸻ ❝ See, I gotta test out the webbing and arrow somehow ❞ IN YOUR APARTMENT CLINT? ⸻ THESE WEBS?

These web around his apartment is definitely from Clint being an absolute filthy horn dog for his boyfriend. Remain from his and Peter's sexcapades. BUT HE'S NOT TELLING PIETRO THAT.

❝ OR MAYBE I set these web as a trap for you? For you know, being a pest. Webs to catch the incessant fly? ❞

[newjenns]

I love your enclosure and however Duolingo managed to fit into the theme

i thought about taking duolingo out to adhere to the theme better but i’m not willing to sacrifice my streak. so i just made tom holland spider-man into a nerdy page with the webfluid and hoped for the best. AND IT WORKED !

[ihasafandom]

goals include:

make rent :(

more webfluid (running out) 🕸

new suit (current one all patched up) 🔴🔵 [voting tier exists for new design]

restock medkit 💉

science?!? 🔬🧪 (topic left intentionally vague, might post a result or two for subscribers and/or have a tier where he will do a science video for you at your request in spidey-suit and labcoat; ranges from coke & mentos to DIY CRISPR)

quit dayjob 🕷 (job never specified)

im only saying this once

the only acceptable jobs for spider-man

broke high schooler

broke college student

freelance photographer

high school teacher

unpaid intern

pizza delivery guy

research assistant for doomed scientific project

guy who stands on street and spins sign for quiznos

being spider-man

and thats IT i dont want any of this “hes a genius tech ceo making millions” SHIT. Spider-man is BROKE and he missed rent this month and he has a tiny apartment and thats how its MEANT TO BE. he doesnt make money because he is our Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man and not fucking Tony Stark.

[lvebug]

@heartsbreaking: pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair. (from gwen)

"ow!" gwen's hands are steady and gentle, but it doesn't change the fact that webfluid is meant to be sticky. it's not gonna come out easily.

andie's got her head tilted at a sharp angle, sticky tangled mess facing up towards gwen. the position isn't the most comfortable, but it's been deemed necessary. andie's hair is- well, it's not great... don't ask how it happened because andie really doesn't want to talk about it. she also doesn't want to have to cut it out. "please tell me it's coming out?"

the worry is starting to set in the longer they're like this, with gwen towering over her. her neck is really starting to hurt, also. she's taken to chewing on her thumbnail, an old nervous tick, to prevent from squirming. squirming definitely isn't going to make things better. "do you think maybe.. if we add water?"

[werspinna]

Your Muses Inventory ! Inventory: In a roleplaying game, inventory refers to the collection of items your character is currently carrying  !

Rules: List the things your Muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. Repost, don’t Reblog ! Optional: Explain their significance. Original @treasurechestrpmemes​ !  

Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide ! Tagging: @novaragno @spinxeret @iobartach @goblinfire @the-rogue-dragon @h-osborn @hyenashub !

Wolf carries her day-to-day belongings in two leatherbeltbags that she always has with her even when changing into her spiderman costume. As a laysister Wolf lives in a convent, so she does not even has keys for a home with her. Considering when she goes out at night she just swings herself over the cloisterwall or out of windows, keys would be in general very useless.

Webshooters made of leather and ceramic When Hasna and Wolf tested her new abilities, they figured a spider needed webs. Accordingly they used an old chemical formula Hasna had experimented with and created the webfluid put into ceramic cartridges, cooked in water to create a vacuum. The webshooters are not made of metal or plastic - for obvious reasons- and usually Wolf has to repair and replace the different pieces once every two months, because the ceramic pieces break. Its one of the reasons why she still carries the danish ax with her, although not having the reach of the webstrings, it still helps her climb buildings when the webshooters are destroyed.

Ceramic Cartridges with webfluid Whats it says on the bin. Wolf carries them in one of her beltbags. One of the reasons why Wolf choosed to work as a laysister- beside the fact that she had no money or property to do anything else beside beeing a day-labourer which would still put her in danger of homelessness- is that the convent has rooms, materials and tools she can use for her work and research. After all the nuns are scholars on their own.

Small Leatherpuch with strains of Human Hair worn on a necklace Wolf had been carrying that small pouch around her neck since she had been fourteen years old. Around May of 1212 when Nikolaus Crusade reached the alp the crusade was suppose to cross to reach Genua. Obviously crossing the alps without any food supplies or let alone proper attire ended up in a catastrophe and many of the children either left or died. At this time Wolf had already been traveling with a certaine group of young teenagers with whom she had become friends and for which she had started months ago to steal from and rob people for food for them. The children, very much by now confronted with their own mortality ended up all making such a small pouch with strain of hair of each so in the case they would not survive crossing the alps, a part of them would travel along with their friends.It was also this group of children who brought Wolf into the italian cloister when Wolf fell ill with the pox. Wolf has no idea what had happned with her friends as she was at that time too sick or not able to register what was happening around herself. Years later (1228, Wolf is 30) when Wolf joins Friedrich II  as a Medicus and  the peace of Jaffa is set, she leaves the small pouch in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

Piece of Walnut-Halva or Hardcheese wrapped in a cloth Wolf has the habit of binge- eating or hamstering food, when she notices that she has no food near. Which is a complete normal and suprisingly mild reaction considering she had been through months of starvation during the Peregrinatio Puerorum. Accordingly, as she had lived with those sympthomes already for over ten years, Wolf usually has a bar of walnut-Halva or hardcheese wrapped in a  cloth in her beltbag which she eats of during the day, so she always has the security to have food with her and therefor feels safe.

Ceramicflask with lavenderoil As Wolf had lived years with a Medicus afflicted with leprosy, Wolf had picked up certaine habits. Whenever she goes out of a house or into a new house she washes her hands ( and her feet,  because Hansa ain´t  raised a barbarian) with a few drops of lavenderoil. Lavenderoil is obviously antibacterial, antifungal, antiseptic and antiphlogistic and had been used since the antike for cleaning, specifically cleaning injuries. 

Small bag with Firestriker, Amadou, Flintstone Normal fire-making tools.

Knife, a horn-spoon with a pointed end + ceramicmug with hande hanging on her belt There are no forks in Wolfs time. While she uses the knife for other things (cutting herbs, defending herself, woodcarving), its just in her times normal day-to-day habitus to have the own eating-utensils with her.

Linenepouch with Dried pennyroyal for tea + small Salvadora persica branches Salvadora persica is the toothbrush tree and the branches are used for mouthhygiene. Due to the change in Wolfs skull- after all she had grown six more eyes- she is prone to migraine attacks. Pennyroyal broiled into a tea is good remedy against migraines, so for Wolf it is a important medicine to always carry with her. On a complete sidenote- Pennyroyal is also a contraceptive in the manner while it does not stop concieving, it is a toxin that causes bleeding and contractions that work abortive. It is a obviously a higher dosis of the toxin than used for seasoning and even higher than what Wolf uses for her migraines. Just if anyone is wondering about Wolfs lovelife.