hello! you can call me SPIDER. transmasc, it/its, they/them, bun/buns. gendered terms are OK!
20+ user. adult content WILL be posted and WILL be reblogged. minors +ageless blogs will be blocked. if you dont have a visible age, do not follow me.
do not like posts on sfw accounts if likes are public. do not follow if follows are public. do not rb onto sfw pages. the basics!
if you're unsure about a kink i don't name in the "no's" section below, you can send an ask about it! worst i can do is say "absolutely not."
will be edited and added to as i figure myself out and find my footing.
these dividers are from cafekitsune
kink stuff will not be tagged unless i'm asked to tag something for filtering reasons
i don't really fw rpf personally and won't post it here much but to each their own
you're welcome to send asks my way! i'm always happy to talk about the little cubes
mcyt mainly, but may get into other stuff in the future
i plan on posting mostly writings here. i draw, but i'm a little paranoid so i won't be posting art on this account.
anon flirting is fine!
THINGS I WILL *NOT* ENTERTAIN:
feeder+feedee, ageplay, underage, scat, stuff with feet, incest+pedo, raceplay, noncon (cnc + dubcon ok but only if it's explicitly shown to be consensual), necro. may add more in the future if i find something particularly bad.
"#spiders at it again" for text and ramblings
"#spiders writing" for fics, drabbles and headcanons
"#spiders recs" for fic recs and reblogs
"#ty for asking!!" for my asks+answers!
"#spiders tmi tag" for anything tmi or irl related!!
(again, more to be added. can you tell i'm not a big tumblr guy?)
in relation to the knight posting while also falling back onto hexatombe im imagining knight ana and queen escarlata in my head. royal/knight femslash is so underrated.....
ohh thats so peak. whaaat. i love that.
ana with all the chin scars from escarlata not only stroking her chin but from taking off her helmet…
ana constantly watching her queen take suitor but escarlata always comes back to her at the end of the day. asking why her knight seems a little… off.
escarlata petting the back of her buzzed scalp as ana eats her out like a woman starved- right on whatever throne shes leaning against… fingering her against her royal bedsheets so every suitor for miles can hear who really belongs to the queen of thorns <3
i used the pressure settings on a showerhead to get off for the first time last night and. jesus. i think i finally understand the appeal.
i cant wait to write pac getting off to a jet of water straight to his tdick, his legs trembling at just how overwhelming it feels, biting back a moan because he doesn't want mike to hear him in the other room...
nobody really goes here anymore but i've still got ideas.
where's the sign-up sheet for having a dad rub circles into my hips and groan "atta boy" while i sink down onto his cock and earn my first creampie :(((
i'm going to start posting my short 500-ish word drabbles in a big ao3 fic on my account. any anon asks that turned into ficlets will be posted there as well as here, alongside any normal writings i do unprompted.
first fic is mutilador noturno x reader, the other two i have lined up are guapoduo.
spider-anon's various writings - Chapter 1 - spiderbite_tw - QSMP | Quackity SMP [Archive of Our Own]
camboy roier x viewer cellbit methinks. even better with a significant age diff n roier mentioning it in private shows methinks.
i also feel Ehhh about age diff that's focused on the younger one being younger but when they tease the older for being a pervert... shfjsjdsjg
anon.... anon you don't know how much i love camboy aus. every fanbase i've been a part of i've come up with a camboy au for my favorite pairings.
really short writing segment below the cut; mind the tags <3
(i dont know how cam/porn sites work really so i'm formatting it like twitch after dark hehe)
Over the last few weeks, Roier had gotten a significant uptick in donation and subscription money as his videos and streams finally started to hit the algorithm. He'd been able to cover rent with a significant amount left over in his wallet for extra spending, and he'd used it to buy a new, forest green dildo that he'd been eyeing up for a while now.
It went to use only a few days after he'd bought it, after Roier opened "commissions," as he called it. These commissions were, of course, just a more personal stream, one on one with viewers where he worked at their every whim (within reason, of course.)
Tonight he found himself in a call with one of his more frequent viewers, an older Brazilian man who called himself Cellbit, rolling his hips down onto the silicon toy slow and steady. With his back facing the camera, Cellbit had a full view of Roier's hole as it greedily sucked in more and more of the toy with every movement. The older man squeezed his hand around his own cock in time with the video, pulling chapped lips between his teeth.
"Let loose, cabrón. You paid for this, you might as well enjoy it." Roier had told him before starting. The Mexican was right, of course, and Cellbit found himself doing exactly that, tugging and squeezing at his dick in time with Roier's every thrust, as if imagining himself in place of the green toy.
Roier let out a moan as the full thing fit inside, and he couldn't help the condescending smile that spread across his lips.
"Ay, I bet you wish this was you. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
Cellbit found himself nodding, despite the fact that Roier wasn't facing the screen; He couldn't see his face. Still, as if he knew, the younger man continued, biting his lip as he pulled off the toy and bounced back down. "Eres un degenerado, you know I'm only 22? You like watching younger men ride on plastic cocks while you jerk off?"
With every pull off of the toy, he rocked back down even faster than before, and soon he was fully riding it like it were the real deal. Cellbit couldn't bite back the groan he let out as he stroked himself, which only made Roier laugh; almost cruelly. "You like that? You like it when I call you an old pervert? No mames, you're always so shy in chat, ah-, I thought you were too vanilla for that."
"Roier-" The Brazilian breathed, rubbing his thumb over the tip and smearing precum down to the base with his hand. He was fucked.
"Cellbo, Cellbo, you probably wouldn't be able to handle me. You know, your libido is probably so much weaker than mine, nngh--, I've never met a guy over 25 that could handle all of this."
Roier wasn't wrong, Cellbit had foolishly shared that he was pushing 28 and while Roier may have been dramatizing the age difference a bit; Cellbit couldn't deny that he was eating this up. He never found himself interested in degredation, but something about the way Roier said it made him tingle all over.
He was never going to forget this interaction, and something told him Roier wouldn't let it go, either.
roier likes to rock up into cellbit until he cant form words. it's not often his husband is up for it, but when he is? it's magical.
he adores getting the chance to press his dick against cellbit's most sensitive spots, scratching behind his ear and nosing along his jaw all at once, and all he gets from it are broken moans and whimpers.
his favorite part is probably when he asks a question, and doesn't get a clear answer. like he fucked the thoughts right out of his kitty's head.
(rpf? fic, idk how many words. cellbit/the pyramid head guy. lots of choking. dubcon. size kink. crying <3. cellbit does not die lmao dw)
Looking back, Cellbit was maybe too vague to the production team about what he wanted this escape room to be.
In the sheer red lighting, he can only see the balking shadows and slate reds of toned muscle being exposed under sheets of dirty fabric. This guy-- whoever he is-- is fucking strong.
And he knew that-- he felt it in the rough tug and push when he'd been shoved back into the near-paper thin mattress.
But seeing every bulging muscle painted with blood and ash up close gives him a... deeper introspection.
There's no hiding the wanton moan that escapes his lips when that same sheer sheet around this overly-friendly Pyramid Head pools at his feet.
Maybe his problem wasn't that he was too open-ended, but that he'd spent too many wine-drunk and sloppy nights with Matt, where he'd bear his heart about his secret little fantasies.
"Okay, okay-- H-hang on--" He stammers, unheeded as said fantasy twines thick fingers around his hips, dragging Cellbit flush to his own.
Then, with one hand, thumbs the button off his pants and drags them down his legs with a slow, heavy, movement.
No amount of squirming does anything but ignite more flush to his cheeks.
The palm that'd secured his waist rises to his throat and pins him in place in a move that'll probably circulate in Cellbit's wet dreams for the rest of his life.
"Please-- Please, this isn't funny--" His begs come out wheezy. The gunmetal gray helm shows not an inch of levity. Not a moment of humanity behind the steel.
He's just quiet. Ominous. Imposing and looming over Cellbit, who feels only weaker and useless by the second.
He realizes, maybe a bit too late, that his fingers have gone numb and tingly-- He's having a fucking panic attack-- Yet Cellbit couldn't be more turned on if he tried.
The grip on his throat tightens till his head starts spinning.
He should fight more. On the off-chance he's still streaming it's going to look really bad that instead of kicking, Cellbit hooks his calves behind Pyramid Head's back.
He barely feels the man pushing inside him, only recognizes the intrusion when the adrenaline fades enough to have it really start hurting. Cellbit glances down, eyes bulging at how much of his cock has managed to shove in--
He tries to recall the last time he fucked himself with a toy or something similar, and none of his quick bursts of fractured memory seem even within the range of width or length that's inside him now.
And he gets a very good look at it when Pyramid Head slowly pulls out, blood stringing on his cock-- Fuck, Cellbit's gonna cum already, did he fucking tear him?-- Then shoves as much inside in one go as he can.
Cellbit beats his hand against the mattress, against the hand holding his throat in place.
He'd scream more if he had enough air to do it, only having sufficient enough to make a litany of 'nah ah- ah-- ah--'s.
His comfort and pleasure made second-hand to bullying his cock into his trembling body. Cellbit's vision is hazy, dreary, the world a sliding mixture of watercolors and blurring. He must be crying.
With a ragged, throat-torn, cry, he cums a rope of white over the growing puddle of precum on his stomach.
Pyramid Head doesn't seem to even be sweating, just grunting occasionally from under the mask.
"I can't-" Cellbit cries out, a wave of goosebumps crawling over his skin, "No more, no more-"
Pyramid Head's hand snatches his wrist, dragging it to his softening cock, still dribbling pearls of cum.
"What? No," Cellbit tries to pull his wrist away, "I can't, I just finished--" His words cut off with a strangled cry, the vice grip around his throat increasing three-fold.
Cellbit barely manages to clumsily start jerking his cock before he blacks out.
The second Pyramid Head lets up, Cellbit sobs through a ruined orgasm, the high receeding as his flailing hands and unfeeling fingers make for a useless grip on his cock.
Any movement away from it is quickly corrected and the message becomes clear; Cellbit stops cumming when he's told to. And not a moment sooner.
He loses himself in the motions, his raw and sore cock throbbing with agony as he drags himself through another peak, till he's cumming dry with more wetness on his face from tears and drool.
His end comes without much fuss-- Pyramid Head grips his thighs and shoves him onto his cock like an oversized sex toy. He cums deep inside, pulling Cellbit to the root of his cock with a single damning grunt.
And still, afraid, Cellbit continues weakly thrusting into his palm. With even the slight incline of the mask, Cellbit can tell he's once again become regarded and seen.
His mouth goes dry. The unspoken question comes out of Cellbit in a whimper.
His other hand overlaps the first on Cellbit's throat, the thumbs pressing up under his jaw like they're playing a tune along the sensitive tendons of his neck.
They press up, in, and squeeze.
On instinct alone, Cellbit kicks out, gagging and scratching at his arms, at whatever he can reach. The pulse in his ears quickens, his heart thrumming hard in his chest. He beats back, pleasure coiling in his stomach-- Oh god, is this guy gonna kill him?
He squeezes around Pyramid Head's cock, eyes rolling back in his head.
His vision begins to gray out, and the edges dim. The last thing he's conscious enough to understand is the rolls of beaded cum drooling out of his hole.
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