#spiderbitten

[spid3rheart]

he doesn’t remember how it came up in conversation, perhaps a passing comment on how well he could take the strap-on in his mouth, which had then went onto him talking about his lack of gag reflex. curiosity piqued, they’d discussed it back and forth until this moment. he’s no stranger to the strap by now, knows that sometimes mj enjoys dominating him and he enjoys it too. however this is something else and cheeks flush with warmth as she buckles the last strap. “go easy on me, yeah? been a while since i did this as a dare.” he remarks with an easy grin, lighthearted. he knows she will and he trusts her. “not with a strap or anything—“ nope he’s not going to ramble. instead he takes a calming breath and pulls her closer by the hip, stealing a kiss or two before he pulls back and moves to lay on his back, positioning a pillow under his neck. hands reach out to curl around her thighs and pull her onto the bed until she knelt over his head, the sight sending a thrilling rush to his groin. he’s both excited and nervous, hoping it’d go the way he hoped. tongue wets lips and part slightly, not yet fully opening, not until mj is ready.

❛ a dare, huh ? ❜ chuckling, she allows peter to pull her onto the bed, kneeling over his head. looking down at him with a look of amusement, she can only imagine whatever dare he's talking about is from his early years of university. those thoughts are quickly pushed away as she grabs the strap on and presses the head of it against peter's parted lips. looking down at him, this is a sight she will always enjoy, peter laid out before her, completely willing to whatever she may do to him. ❛ ready ? ❜ her voice is soft and quiet despite what is about to happen, despite the excitement that thrums through her.

she waits a moment before proceeding, pushing the strap further, careful not to force too much too quickly. inch by inch, she takes a moment whenever it seems like peter needs a moment to adjust to the size but always is she patient. ❛ god you're doing so good, pete ... ❜ she sounds almost breathless as she watches him, a hand reaching down to run fingers through his hair. just as he takes all nine inches of the dildo, she purrs, slowly pulling back a little before moving hips forward again to make him take it all again.

slowly fucking his mouth, mj could feel just how wet she was from the sight before her, never once has she thought about doing this before ... making peter take her strap like this but she'd have to keep this in mind for another time. ❛ you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me, baby. ❜

#spiderbitten #❧ ˖˙ eat your heart out. ❪ reply. ❫ #nsft #not over us talking about how he deepthroated a banana for a dare #that shit still makes me laugh

[venbyte]

it’s been twenty minutes since he agreed to do this — to sit beneath the desk whilst miguel worked on fixing malfunctioning wrist bands and warm his cock in his mouth and truth be told, he was starting to get bored of the silence and the waiting. head lifts from where it rested against his thigh to pull back off him, stretching out his aching jaw before taking him back in his mouth, shifting him sitting sideways up onto his knees. he waits a moment, hearing the huff and pause of work, eyes meeting his as crimson glances down at him — waits until he hears him resume his repairs and waits a minute longer before he acts, using that time to readjust to the feeling of him. he starts slowly at first, taking him an inch deeper before slowly pulling back, another inch and back, another inch and holds there, feeling the way his throat stretches around miguel to accommodate him. it’s not all of him, not by far, but it’s over half and more than before, the most he can manage at this angle. the sounds he draws from miguel only spurs him on, pulling back and swallowing those three extra inches again, each time growing bolder and quicker, heavy but controlled breathing fanning from nostrils. this should liven things up a bit.

he'd promised peter that if he was good and stayed seated with his dick in his mouth, he would fuck him afterwards, he only needed to work on a few things. however, it's taking a bit longer than anticipated, twenty minutes passing and miguel was still yet working on malfunctioning wristbands that he needed to be done sooner rather than later. he expects him to be good, to continue cockwarming him but the pull off makes eyes flick down to see him stretching out his aching jaw, shifting from beneath the desk.

tinkering away at the wristbands, what he doesn't expect is to feel peter taking inch by inch, something that captures his attention quickly. looking back down at peter, a low groan is pulled from him, seeing the way he continues to take him, more than half. ❛ jesus fucking christ ... ❜ murmured, he's half tempted to leave his work to later, abandon the wristbands to focus on peter despite him going against what he said. reaching down, fingers thread and curl into peter's hair, tugging a bit hard and growling. despite the annoyance he feels, he can't help the way his dick twitches in his mouth, much too turned on by the very sight and feeling of peter almost able to take all of him.

tilting his head a little, crimson eyes watch him like a predator to prey, a hunger that needs to be satiated. ❛ what did i tell you about disobeying, huh ? do you want to be punished, peter ? ❜ his smooth voice drops to a growl. with another tug, he pulls peter off of his dick, eyes catching and focusing on the way a trail of saliva connects from the tip to peter's lips, making him groan. it would be so easy to punish him, but he has something else in mind now. pushing his chair back a little, he leans in close to peter, eyes wandering to take in his current state, the flush of cheeks, the tent of pants. smirking, he finally lets go of his grip on peter's hair, instead tilting his head up by placing a finger beneath his chin.

❛ since you want to suck my cock so badly, how about i fuck that pretty mouth of yours, hm ? is that what you want ? to be choking on my dick as i fuck your throat ? i bet you'd look so pretty taking it all for me like a good boy ... ❜

#spiderbitten #🕸️ ˖˙ you're just going to have to shut up and trust me ― ❪ interaction ❫ #nsft #do not look at me

[maramcna-a]

@spiderbitten liked for may <3

As soon as she had turned from picking a box up, hands were already taking it from her grasp as a familiar voice spoke. Let me take that. "Thank you, Peter. Just move it over there, please." A smile on her face as she directed her nephew but it disappeared as she watched him move, how he was clearly favoring one side over the other.. Spider-Man's been busy.

May was still staring with a small frown on her face when the young man turned to face her again. Caught. "Have you lost weight? I hope you've still been taking care of yourself even with how busy you've been."

#spiderbitten #may // interactions #<3

[lvebug]

is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?

uhmm im very new at this so not so far! but also i'm very determined that i want to write with everyone that i can and give everyone a shot so im not likely to do that, even if it might take a little more for me to go those replies done

#spiderbitten #THERE'S A LOT OF BEAUTY IN ORDINARY THINGS — ooc #SNAIL MAIL LOVE LETTERS — asks

[writteninscarlet]

“It actually is rather difficult to concentrate enough to levitate like this. Do you always have so many questions?” She wasn’t… annoyed. Not yet. But her ‘magic act’ did require concentration.

Mini Starter Call ;; @spiderbitten

#spiderbitten #ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic

[inhcritance]

@spiderbitten liked for a short starter!

"The city has changed, and yet in some ways it hasn't." He hums. "It's almost eerie."

#spiderbitten #(( verse: main earth 1048 )) #( Thanks for liking the call! :3 )

[spxtr]

@spiderbitten sent : ❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜ ( for marc. bc you know peter's trying to joke to cover up his worry )

his body feels like half of its weight has been lessened due to the amount of blood he's lost, usually this was not something he had to worry about but for some reason, khonshu wasn't protecting him like he's sworn in the past. this.. pact he's made with the god so stupidly so many years ago. has the god finally decided to stop helping him? has khonshu found someone more fit to be his fist of vengeance after all these years of his loyal servitude? marc isn't sure but his head is pounding, his body aches and his suit has long since vanished, leaving him in nothing but civilian clothing he was wearing before. his shirt soaked with blood, darkening the already grey fabric.

pressed into peter's body, he's never suspected to find himself being carried like this ever in his life but he's too weak and pain riddled to make much of an effort to stop him from scooping him up and holding him like this. the joke that leaves peter's lips doesn't sound like it usually would, no - he can hear the underlying worry in his voice and it makes marc laugh which only causes him to groan and stop. "you don't seem to be complaining a whole lot despite it." he says almost softly, sounding off, not his usual self and it's because he's fighting to stay in control, he can feel jake lurking at the edges of his mind, watching, waiting for the right moment to step in.

looking down, he moves his shirt to look at the multiple gunshot wounds, cleanly gone through his body but nonetheless dangerous. he places a hand over the wound, applying pressure to stop some of the bleeding. "fuck - i think i need to go to the hospital, unless you can stitch me up?" of course peter could but the question is, would marc be alright with all of his blood loss? there's no knowing and from his wounds, it could prove to be worse than it looks. "peter.." voice strained, eyes squeeze shut and he can feel his eyes roll back, body stiffening before relaxing again.

just as quickly as marc is no longer in control, jake comes to the front to take over. he knew their body wasn't okay, he needed to take control, needed to ensure their safety. jake knew that peter would make sure nothing happened to them but he cannot help the instincts he has. eyes open and he looks at peter, there's a visual difference whenever one of them switches out for another, facial features somehow shift to accommodate whoever is now in 'charge' of the body. despite being a little disoriented, it doesn't take long for jake to become intune to everything around him and peter, including the pain he feels.

"i told him to leave it to me, i told him. now look at us, we've got no healing factor from khonshu and we're injured. qué puto idiota!" his words come out as a hiss, clearly not happy about the entire situation but he also knows that peter no doubt is stressed about the entire thing. so, he turns to look at him and gives him a little smile. trying to calm down a little, he lets out a little sigh as well, oh how he almost hoped they would die. "everything is going to be okay, i promise. khonshu is just.. being a piece of shit.." grumbled, everything would be fine, they weren't going to die, jake would make sure of it one way or another.

#spiderbitten #❛ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 ― interactions . #❛ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 ― interactions . #idk if accommodate was the word i was looking for but i wasn't going to spend a million years on trying to find a diff one LOL

[ordinariums-a]

@spiderbitten asked: 🙌 ( for jonathan ) || meme

"Holy shit." The knife clung to the floor without a second delay, and Jonathan took a breath; realising the unique situation he was in. His emotions had gone from curiosity, to astonishment, to admiring, to finally - panic, in the space of the past two seconds. And a second later, he was second guessing his decision to attempt to attack Spider-Man with a switchblade. "Icanexplain." He got out, quickly, but the panic that arose in him was a new one. The hand around his throat reminded him of someone in his past, and with a swallow, he tapped the arm that held him, lightly. "Please let go."

#spiderbitten #verse ; jonathan pikes / oc #!!!!!!!! THANKYOU for poking Jonathan #I'd say he's the only one of my muses stupid enough to attack spider-man buuuuuuuut #ic

[arachnidiots-a]

trick or treat!

it’s a trick!

synesilk connects the last of the webs to a wall. slipping carefully between all the lines, jumping and sliding through thin narrow spaces, they manage to get out to look out at their work. it’s hard to see, all the webs overlap and it doesn’t like quite as brilliant as it actually is, but they’ve left behind something akin to a laser booby trap from a spy movie. she sticks a little pumpkin drawing to one of the webs. it of course reads: happy halloween!

#happy halloween !! sending loads of love !! #spiderbitten #inquire within / asks

[witchoflegends]

@spiderbitten​ sent: ❝ bite me. ❞ ( for steve. or anyone else you really want as a vampire 👀 )

“Peter...” The name escaped his throat as a low growl. Now was not the time to test his willpower. It had taken him so long to figure out control in the first place. The ice being the only thing that truly kept him under control in the last seventy years. “Don’t go playing with things you don’t understand.”

#spiderbitten #i don't like bullies: steve rogers #steve verse: vampire #/the serum making steve a buff vampire #/and that being his biggest kept secret #/yes please

[spid3rheart]

@spiderbitten sent : ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .

the night was still young, they'd just gotten back to their apartment from being out at some event that truth be told, mj didn't care much about but did for the sake of doing. the moment they walked in and she'd taken her heels off ( her feet aches but was too stubborn to admit it ), she moved her arms to wrap around peter's neck as she leaned up, faces mere inches away from one another. ❛ rip this damn dress off of me. ❜ truthfully, she didn't expect him to do it, but suddenly feeling the fabric being ripped off of her body, it elicits a chuckle from her. it was rare for peter to do things like that but oh did it make her excited.

fingers card through his hair, lips pulled into a smirk, eyes flicking up to his before landing on his own lips. she couldn't resist him, he's looked so good all night and now that they were finally alone, she could do whatever she wanted, could finally touch him. it's a good thing she's worn her pretty set of undergarments, not to mention the garterbelts that have held her stockings in place. ❛ i think ... we should have some fun. been thinking about how good you look all night, i wanted to pull you away to some corner but i couldn't. ❜ sighing softly, lips brush up against peter's, attempting to entice him. ❛ now, i want you to fuck me. ❜ her voice drops to a whisper, teeth taking peter's bottom lip and gently nibbling on it. ❛ please ? ❜

#spiderbitten #very much took inspo from that gifset #nsft #❧ ˖˙ eat your heart out. ❪ reply. ❫

[venbyte]

"i so gotta look into it." but that's for later. right now, his priority is the boobs. the words bring a smile to lips, making mental note of that and his reaction to this entire thing. "i mean... it'd be nicer to touch if you were topless...." he makes a point of that by giving another pointed squish, a pout on his face. even if miguel has his eyes closed.

a brow raises as peter makes mention to how it would be nicer to touch if he were topless. it's not like miguel was wearing something thick, he was wearing a thin black muscle shirt that made it feel like he was barely wearing anything. something similar to what he wore beneath his suit sometimes. slowly, he opens his eyes to look at peter, eyes needing time to adjust to the light around them, making sensitive eyes ache a little. seeing the pout on peter's face makes him chuckle, hands push away peter's from his chest and he moves forward to pull the shirt up off and tosses it somewhere to the side, discarded for a later thought. leaning back into his spot, miguel smirks at him, head tilted to the side. "is this better for you?" he's left most of the touching to peter but now he grabs him by the hips again and this time pulls him up a little further on his body, properly seated on his lap now.

#spiderbitten #🕸️ ˖˙ you're just going to have to shut up and trust me ― ❪ interaction ❫ #no formatting bc i'm lazy

[maramcna-a]

@spiderbitten sent: [ pick up ] sender scoops receiver up into their arms and holds them as they walk | meme me bby

He wasn't sure how long he was asleep on the couch for, an hour more or less at least. It was late (or early depending on how you looked at it) and Peter hadn't come in from patrol yet as yet another late night rerun played softly on the tv.

The sound of someone coming in from a window didn't wake him, nor did Peter's greeting which was soon followed by the tv being switched off. It was strong arms lifting him off of the couch to carry him off towards the bedroom that woke him. "Mm.. You're late. Don't worry, I'll forgive you in exchange for a few kisses"

#spiderbitten #jack // answers #have half asleep ramblings

[lvebug]

are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

it really doesn't matter too much! i'm more a writer when i have the time and/or inspo which can strike at any moment. BUT if im already in bed trying to sleep then its rare i'll pull out my phone to type it up. i just hope and pray i still remember it in the morning

#THX FOR SENDING MWAH #spiderbitten #THERE'S A LOT OF BEAUTY IN ORDINARY THINGS — ooc #SNAIL MAIL LOVE LETTERS — asks

[notafossil]

    ❝ you okay? that looks dislocated. ❞

@spiderbitten​ || ♥’d for a one-liner

#spiderbitten

[inhcritance]

@spiderbitten asked: ❛ don’t make me do this. ❜ ( 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || accepting )

Beneath the mask and the hood, he was grinning.

For a moment he didn't care about the way his injuries complained at every breath, nor the way half of his visor was shattered, a web of cracks and missing shards exposing only a too-green eye and a patch of scales on his cheek, and a bit of blood-stained red hair. He didn't care either about the way the visor shattering slashed the side of his face, nor about the handful of injuries, some of them minor and half healed, that he'd been attaining through their fight.

All he cared about, as he regarded the vigilante before him, was not even the chance at a cure that getting his blood might give him, but the fact that Harry himself, as the Goblin, was panting.

He didn't know he could get tired, not under the full effects of the serum. It was exhilarating. And even if he knew he'd regret indulging on his bloodlust, and he knew too that he should be focusing on finishing the battle quickly, he was enjoying himself too much. He wanted to prove himself, he wanted to win and do so soundly.

He wanted, he noticed, to cause pain. And that would be, in the end, the realization that would terrify him the most after all was said and done. But for now it only made him narrow one visible eye, as the grin diminished only slightly.

"You can still surrender." He offered, almost reasonably. "Because I certainly won't."

#(( verse: main earth 1048 )) #spiderbitten #(( answered asks )) #( But for this ask you get a goblin ) #cw blood