[M4GM] Get up, Spider-Man. Get up. (A blue collar, tough talkin’ Spider-sona prompt.)

Pain. The sensation of his own brain being smacked around his skull. Blood in his mouth. Concrete and asphalt grinding into the right side of his face. Ricky Genovese took in a breath to his battered lungs before another fist, also bigger than his head, clobbered his head back down into the ground.

CRUNCH

Another blow sends his mind to a fleeting four months ago.

"-ah, hell." Ricky mutters as he batters the insect off of his hand, trying his best to use his work boots to crush to creature, though he's left unsure if it's stuck to the bottom of his foot or if his attacker got away. "Eh, forgeddaboutit." Muttering, Ricky adjusted his deep green Custodian's uniform, contrasted by the bright white Roxxon Energy logo on his chest. Not surprising that there was a spider, all there damn testing grounds and labs were chock full of corners, nooks, and crannies. It felt like he was sent to some new wing of some new floor every shift, and was told to tidy up, make it shine, and not ask any questions.

Still, it helped pay the bills. And he'd be damned if he'd let the apartment that last four generations of Genovese Men have been raised in. Sure, his great-uncles could technically scrape by with enough to survive, but add a 23-year old young adult into the mix, and they all need to pitch in. And even more than the dread of losing the family home, the fear of disappointing the only guardians and family he'd ever known was inconceivable.

CRUNCH

Ricky didn't know if that was teeth or gravel he was spitting out. The world was a haze of sound and noise that seemed impossible to actually ingest. But as the giant mechanical gauntlet gripped his skull, he soon realized that he was being lifted up high into the air. A rumbling voice shook the earth, coming from the powerful suit holding him in the air. "You have spirit, Little Spider! Wonderful Spirit! But still, disappointing. Such a fresh face for the city to root for, and you fold so easily? Bah!" With a great heave, Ricky felt his body turn in slow motion as the giant had began to swing down, crushing his body against the floor once more.

WHAM

More of his life flashed before his eyes. Growing up in the brick-and-mortar home, raised by his great-uncles. Those two brothers did their best to raise him smart, raise him tough. (Well, pass school with C's smart, Ricky's no genius.) His Uncle Fritz had him helping under hoods engines in his shop ever since he was 5, and Union Meetings since he was 8. The taller, lankier brother had given Ricky a comprehensible mechanic's skill set, leaving the boy handy with all manner of tools and practical skills.

Fritz, however, made sure the boy didn't grow up to be a pushover. hell, he owns a gym, why shouldn't the boy be anything other than tough as nails? Whether it was personal boxing lessons from himself, or acting as the training dummy for the other guys (though still under Fritz's watchful eye), Ricky was taught how to fight. Nothing fancy, just some footwork, how to throw proper punches. And most importantly, how to take one and keep. on. swinging.

KRAKK

The great mechanical beast trudged down the street, it's weight cracking the very ground beneath it. Citizens fled as fast as their puny legs could carry them. New York City will fear The Rhino, no, the WHOLE WO-Then, at great speed, a manhole cover crashed into the creature's head. Sparks flew, outer shell fracturing and shredding, stumbling forward onto it's knees. With a snarl, The Rhino whipped it's head around to behold the man.

A tight suit, torn and mangled though it was. Black and red lines coming from a spider-logo central to his chest. Thick boots, not to mention mechanic's gloves that fit the color scheme. A webbed mask, paired with thick goggles, which red lenses had been smashed during their fight, revealing the furious, burning eyes behind them.

"I'm about to beat your mothafuckin' ass so hard, there's gonna be pieces of you in Staten island, asshole."

Hello, one and all. I hope your morning, afternoon, or evening has been pleasant. I'm looking for a writing partner who seeks to tell an engaging, gripping story as much as we share face-reddening, pulse-quickening smut. And I can think of no better way to combine all these stories than in a high-flying, action-acked and epic Spider-Man story. The drama. The tight outfits! I firmly believe that in a good story/smut balance, they serve to enhance one another. Whether it's the villains, the normal every day humans of Ricky's life, or, with enough discussion, maybe other heroes, having strong character dynamics makes greater smut. And smut makes those character relationships deeper! A win-win, but a delicate balance.

But I'd bet you'd like to know more about our titular Spider-Man. Ricky Genovese is my attempt at make Spider-Man even more of a working man's superhero. He's not some engineering or physics whiz, he's just a good mechanic and handy in a fight. He can't create chemical compounds to reverse lizard mutations, or develop anti-electric coating for his suit. His skills don't lie in gadgetry or smarts. Hell, he doesn't even have web-shooters, he runs natural! On top of that, he's a New Yorker! He talks tough, he talks shit. Not original to a spidey, no, but he's got a scrappy street rat energy that's frustrating and endearing. And something specific I want to say, that everyone knows Spider-Man should be Bisexual. So big, BIG ups to GMs that are willing to play as multiple genders for sexual partners. (Like an ideal world is a male Black Cat, trans Gwen, and cis Mary jane. Catch my drift?)

Ricky is about 5'9, a short, well-made build. Not quite stocky, but dense for his height.

I would like you to play the world! From the civillians Ricky's got to save, to the baddies he's got to beat down. So while we won't have to balance many characters in one scene, at least not without my help for some NPC's, be ready to play multiple characters! (Though do let me know if you do not enjoy me even touching basic NPC's, I've had GM's tell me that before.) While I don't think I want you to tell me everything, I want us to collaborate on our own spider-man mythos, the themes of the story, major beats, and more.

Kink-wise, I am a more submissive leaning switch! If I dom, I'm more of a gentle top vibe!

Kinks: Groping, teasing, sneaky/public sec, exhibition, body marking/writing, clothed sex, outercourse, orgasm control, non/dub con, bondage, bdsm, light-medium pain, oral, rimming, facesitting, anal/anal play, toys, pegging, creampies, spanking, leash/collar, dirty talk, praise, degradation, and more!

Limits: Chastity, cuck, scat, gore, vomit, needles, diapers, beast, hyper, vore, feet, smegma, and snuff.

Hope to talk more!