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13770 No.13770
Okay, so it's based on Spectacular Spider-Man, and the premise is that MJ, Gwen, Black Cat, Liz, Betty and aunt May gangrape Peter. Where do we go from there? Do we commission an artist? Is it going to be a comic, one picture or a series of pictures? How does it play out?

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Since there isn't much activity in this thread, I felt that I might as well post this here: the only rule 34 Spectacular Spider-man fanfiction I found on FF.Net.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4820082/1/Dont_Steal_My_Heart_Take_The_Jewelry_Instead

...featuring Black Cat/Spider-man ephebophilia, which I will now be copy-pasting.

Also features a hilarious guest appearance by Iron Man in chapter 2.

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>>35000
Peter was having a jinx day, not to be confused with a jinxed day. Everything was so peaceful and tranquil that he was afraid to think too hard about it for fear of jinxing it. His rogue’s gallery was in jail, Aunt May was in perfect health, and even his grades were good. The only real problem he had was in the relationship department. Ever since he and Felicia had broken it off, his days had been lonely. Not to mention his nights…

But there was nothing to be done. She was twenty, he was sixteen. Clearly, getting together would be weird and weird and… weird. Peter shot out another webline and swung low over Broadway. Still, he would miss having someone to share this with. If only there were something to take his mind off--

The sound of glass breaking exploded the evening’s peace. Close by, too. Spider-Man switched from his leisure swinging to a more strenuous speed. Soon he could see the jagged edges of a broken window pockmarking a skyscraper. An alarm was ringing and he could sense motion inside the building, but his spider-sense didn’t even ping. Weird.

Spider-Man landed on a high perch where he had an overview of the situation. Quickly he picked out the cause of all the trouble, shaking off pebbles of glass as she ran from rooftop to rooftop. Felicia.

Peter swung down, landing dead in front of the Black Cat. He tracked her bob of white hair as it shook to a stop, the rest of her coming into focus as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. She had been smart enough to flee down a path isolated from the city lights. Just not smart enough.

“Spider,” she greeted sultrily, but still surprised. “What’s a nice guy like you doing on a rooftop like this?”

“Walking you over to the lost and found. I heard you had something that doesn’t belong to you.”

Felicia shrugged. “Girl’s gotta eat. Besides, that was Hammerhead’s HQ. Surely you don’t mind me slipping a little change from his pocket?”

“Come on, Cat, I thought you were past this. It’s a slippery slope from Robin Hood to Bonnie & Clyde.”

“There was a time you wouldn’t have minded going down my slippery slope.”

He couldn’t do this anymore. The innuendo felt cruel when he knew it wasn’t going anywhere they could go. “I was different back then. Remember, alien lifeform, symbiotic relationship, slimming black costume? And… I don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

“Ahh, boyfriend didn’t work out, so now you’re gonna be my daddy? I can take care of myself.”

“I know that,” Peter said, smarting. “I just worry, that’s all.”

“You’re not my mother, either.” Black Cat grabbed her head as if trying to ward off a migraine. “Sorry, sorry, I’m going about this all wrong? Can I start over?”

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her zipper all the way down and slipped out of her catsuit, leaving her in nothing but her mask and a pair of panties.

“Whoa,” Peter said dryly, Felicia smiling at the surprised timbre in his voice. “Never had that effect on a woman before.”

“Maybe you just needed to meet the right woman.” She snapped the waistband of her panties. They had a Spider-Man webhead on the crotch. “See anything familiar?”

“Are you going to throw those at me?”

“Only if you earn them.”

Spider-Man shook his head curtly, and a bit sadly. “Listen, Cat, it’s been fun seeing you again – a whole lotta fun – but we have to face facts. Obviously, we’re completely incompatible…”

She strutted toward him. “Sexually?”

“Okay, not sexually incompatible. But you can’t base an entire relationship off sex.”

She rested her chin on his shoulder, putting her body in contact with his at all the salient points. “Not even really, really hot sex? I’m talking wall-banging, here.”

“Someone’s going to see you.”

“I’ll understand if you’re seeing someone else. I cut and run, it’s true. But I’m back and I realize…” Felicia hugged herself, then sneered like he was a jerk for making her say it. “You mean a lot to me, okay? Are you really going to turn your back on that because some politician says you’re not ready? You’re the bravest, most mature, most responsible person I’ve ever known. I’ve known thirty-year-olds who are less grown up than you are. And it can’t be easy that no one realizes just how wonderful you are.” A bit sheepishly, but quickly regaining her confidence, she pulled her catsuit back on. “Come to the harbor tomorrow. I’ll be in my yacht. We can take a cruise, just the two of us.” She zipped up her catsuit. “See you tomorrow, lover boy.”

Despite the pounding of his heart, as Peter watched her sashay her way off the roof, he thought he could definitely get used to her calling him that.

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>>35001
Seeing Cat again just made his ennui worse. Well, Peter wasn’t going to go into this half-cocked (even he winced at that pun). He did some research online and decided there really wasn’t much risk to his psychological health that he couldn’t get from fighting monsters and sociopaths all day. And he really had to be on the watch-out for PSTD.

Then he looked into venereal diseases. Googling that was a bad idea. He got some pictures of genital warts that made him sure he would never get an erection again. Of course, five minutes later the image of Felicia’s nude body swam back into his head and he was off to the races. He seldom indulged in masturbation (well, not that he knew what the baseline was, but it wasn’t something he did every hour, on the hour like some guys he could name), but now there was a tent in his boxer. He wasn’t sure whether to manually settle things or save it for Cat, so he settled on a long, cold shower. That did the trick. Worst case scenario, he could always look at some more genital warts.

Peter doubted that Felicia had any sicknesses, given how careful she was about stealing stuff… okay, not the same thing… but he went to the drugstore to pick up some condoms anyway. For once, the Parker luck left him the hell alone. He didn’t run into Gwen or Mary-Jane or anyone. He just paid for his condoms, stuffed them in his backpack, and got the hell out of Dodge.

Then he remembered hearing about how hard they were to put on, especially during sex ed class which had put Peter off banana pudding for all time, and so he spent about half an hour in the bathroom practicing putting them on. He was just getting the hang of it when he realized he had used up half his packet. Maybe he should’ve tested with the same one instead of trying new ones each time (though using the same one seemed… unsanitary. The whole process seemed unsanitary. He was unclear on how people avoided pausing mid-coitus to wash their hands).

The next morning he carefully slotted four condoms into the spaces in his wallet where he was supposed to have credit cards. He hoped it would be enough. There’d been times, usually after spending a lot of time with MJ, when he’d been horny enough to whack off, waited five minutes, then had to go again. But four seemed like a decent start, if anything did happen, not that he was resolved to anything happening, but he was planning for the unexpected.

She might also be a shapeshifter setting a trap, so he packed his costume and web-shooters. Besides, there’d been times she’d implied she would like if he had his web-shooters on hand… or maybe that was just referring to the web-shooter. It all seemed impossibly complex.

He showered, showered twice, then put on his Sunday best and headed off. It wasn’t until he got to the harbor that he realized he had no idea where her boat was. He shouldn’t have worried. She was standing on the pier, dressed in a red and blue two-piece. She looked like a goddess stepping down into a grungy world of fishermen and diesel oil, and unfortunately ruining her spaghetti-strap sandals. She gave her a big smile and gestured for him to come over… no, to come hither.

Peter had once heard that there was psychological undertones to a female wearing a male’s clothing. It had to do with dominance and territory and all sorts of caveman stuff. Peter couldn’t really remember any of it off-hand, but he did know that seeing Felicia in a bikini version of his costume made him want to do things that were very much not covered in sex ed.

“You’ve grown a few inches,” she said, patting his head. “It’ll be good practice.”

She still had two or so inches on him, but at least he came up to above her breasts. That had gotten awkward.

Felicia flicked at the buttons of his vest. “We’ll have to discuss proper boating attire later. Get on the boat.”

Peter nodded. He wasn’t onboard for a moment before he began stripping down to the waist. He felt pale and hairless, but when Felicia looked back from the wheelhouse her laughter was loving. “And the shoes!”

He kicked them down into the hold, his shiny brown shoes and his dull black socks. Felicia piloted expertly, taking them out into deep waters. She threw some sunblock back to him and he rubbed it on, a bit surprised she hadn’t taken advantage of the opportunity for some quality time. He quickly got the cut of her jibe when she undid her top in the back, the same way she had when he’d tried to arrest her. The strap, now hanging off her shoulders, revealed no tanline.

“You mind, Pete?”

He squeezed a premature splotch into his hand and rubbed it over her back. Felicia didn’t turn around, but she did part her legs akimbo. He got down on his knees, worshipfully, to rub the lotion up and down her shapely calves, her creamy thighs. She had the perfect bubble butt in those scanty webbed shorts of hers. His fingers wandered to it, his first knuckles traipsing under her hemline. She giggled. It was quite possibly the most erotic sound he’d ever heard.

“Now do my front,” she said, her voice operatically low.

Peter stood, wound his arms around her sides, and rubbed a new gush of lotion into her abdomen. She was surprisingly muscular there. He greatly enjoyed fingering the lines of her muscles, like he was a paleontologist dusting off bones.

“Do you think it’s wrong, what we’re doing?” Felicia throttled down. “Who knows what's wrong and right? Is stealing always wrong? Is taking the law into your own hands always wrong?”

She turned. Her top slid off her torso and fluttered to the ground. Her breasts had become impossibly more… real, since last night. No longer weird, fantastical, adult things, they were tactile. He could reach out and…

He did.

She moaned winsomely at the simple pleasure of their flesh connecting. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and fixated on him as if he were the only other thing worth notice in the universe. “It can't be that wrong to make each other feel good. We're not harming anyone. We’re just doing what comes naturally. We’re in international waters now, spider. No law except the law of nature. So do what feels right."

He moved his hands down over her body, not even maintaining the slightest pretense of applying lotion. Peter hooked his fingers into her bikini bottoms, pulling the string out. “Is it narcissistic if I get turned on by you wearing those?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he took them off.

Seeing her naked froze him solid. He had, all of a sudden, no idea what to do. ‘Do what feels right’ was all well and good, but he had no idea what would feel right. Was he just supposed to… go, or was it back to the breast-touching (he had liked that part, but would she be bored with it?) or was there some third thing he could be doing? The down of her crotch was right there, intimidating the hell out of him. What exactly was he supposed to do with that?

“Are you a virgin?” she asked him after ten consecutive seconds of physical hemming and hawing.

“No, I, uh, no… not as such.”

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>>35001
“Relax. I’m a virgin.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m just not very good at it.”

She reached down and undid his belt. He nearly whimpered, nearly shuddered, but Peter had planted his hands firmly on her waist and that handhold seemed to keep him sane. As frustrating as it had been initially to learn that Spider-Man wasn’t the Casanova Felicia had fancied him as, there was something appealing about the notion of being his first. She could mold him, train him, turn him into the perfect lover. “Girls your age are so… small-minded. They don't know what they want. Take Mary-Plain for instance…"

She pushed his pants down at the crotch low enough to reveal the triangle of his pelvic bone and the shade of his pubic hair. She knew she was driving him crazy. It was damn fun.

“Girls like that love to talk, but when it comes to the showdown they fall flat on their asses. Besides, her tits are too small. You need a woman with tits like mine, the kind you can bite into.”

He stepped out of his pants. His body was lean, young; a swimmer’s physique, sleek and well-formed. It thrilled her.

Felicia cupped her hands under her breasts. She massaged them, rolling them around before pointing her stiff nipples up at the sky. “Aren't you going to tell me you like my tits?”

He kissed her, as good as she’d ever remembered it, and steadily growing more heated.

“I love them,” he said unnecessarily, as if the kiss wasn’t proof enough.

“If you love them, why not take them?”

“Take them?”

“Yes, just that simple.” Her voice painted her as amused, her eyes painted her as downright feral. “If you like me, you can have me.”

“Have you,” Peter said. It was no longer a question. He was very much liking the sound of that.

“All of me,” she confirmed. Then she smiled, almost breaking the sexual tension, and offered her breast to his watering mouth. "Suck it. It’s the easiest way I know to get me wet."

He didn’t so much open his mouth as let his lips numbly part, but she worked her nipple into his mouth anyway. Despite Peter’s general daze, his mouth was wet and warm and she was heated enough to enjoy that.

“I told you to suck it,” she hissed. ”Hell, bite it if you want. Just make me feel it.”

He bit down. She groaned happily. Perfect, perfect. Peter gnashed his teeth just sharply enough, quickly discerning the place between too sharp and too flat. Felicia noticed her hands curled into excited fists before she loosened them to caress the back of his neck, toy with the hair standing up there.

“You need a woman who knows what to do with a cock once she's wrapped her lips around it."

After a while, and with no small amount of reluctance, she pushed his face away. The nipple he’d been chewing was wet, swollen, and pleasantly raw, just like his cock was hard against her thigh. Felicia reached down to run a finger over it.

“You seem tense. Let me get you something to drink.”

“I’m sixteen!” Peter protested, with his cock dripping precum.

Felicia fished through the drink cabinet, coming up with a shaker. She mixed them both martinis, taking a moment to breath in the fresh air. It felt good to be out here, with nothing but blue sea and blue sky for as far as the eye can see. No sound but the lovely music of her lover’s hitched breathing and the ocean’s gentle swell. It was a strangely peaceful setting for their passion, but she enjoyed it. And was determined to make it last.

She poured the drink into two wide-bodied glasses, passed one to him. “Here’s to us.”

As self-conscious about his nudity as Felicia was comfortable with hers, Peter drank. It was a softer drink than the few hard beverages he’d sample, going down as smooth as the warmth it spread through his body. He nodded, watching Felicia confidently sip hers, gazing over the lip of the glass with hungry eyes.

The tension was leaving his muscles, leaving him open and willing. He fished through the pocket of his discarded pants, careful to crouch so as not to show too much of himself to her, then slapped down the condom he’d retrieved onto the drink cabinet. Felicia raised her eyebrows, entertained.

“You know your way around one of those things?”

He put it on, coming through in the clinch. It fit him like a glove. Felicia finished off her drink and tossed the glass over the side, arrogantly sauntering over to him to take firm hold of his cock. A nearly inaudible grunt of pleasure escaped his lips. She smiled at it, and the heat of his phallus in her hand.

"You don't mind if I touch it, do you?" she asked.

Peter nodded most emphatically.

“You do?”

He shook his head, then stopped, confused. She laughed. He kissed her again. Felicia sensed that was quickly becoming his default response to any sexual conundrum and couldn’t care less.

It’d been a while since she’d enjoyed a good handjob, especially with an instrument as sensitive as this. Felicia lifted it with her fingers. "You've got a lovely cock. I knew you would. A guy as nice as you can’t have anything that needs compensating for.”

No.35004
>>35003
He was in her power and completely content there, as enthralled in her will as totally as he’d ever been with the symbiote. He didn’t mind. He trusted her.

Her voice dropped whole octaves, dripped with lust as she breathed her next question into his ear. "Does my hand feel good on your cock?"

Her hand stroked lovingly up and down his cock and he closed his eyes, bracing himself, belatedly allowing himself to nod.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt one this… powerful. I’m just certain you’ll do wonders with it. For me. To me. On me. Your balls must be full up now, spider. And I’m going to enjoy every drop.”

Peter’s balls were so hot that they felt like they were on fire. Felicia’s hand was light, teasing, like she was fingerpainting. And worse was the pleasure she took in making him squirm, the almost-predatory smirk she favored him with while she held his swollen manhood between her fingers.

"You can touch me," she giggled. "I won't break, you know."

He looked down at her cunt. The trembling lips of her pussy seemed to invite his touch the way a flower invited being smelled.

"Can I touch you there?" he asked, his voice dry, parched.

She nodded slowly, like a gentle relaxation and tightening along her throat. “Touch my cunt. Put your fingers in me. I want you to. I want you to touch me. Please!" At the last, the heat of her lust overwhelmed her. She needed this as much as he did.

With shocking decisiveness, he cupped her pussy. She almost fainted. Her eyes widened in surprise like a deer caught in headlights. Felicia looked down to see his fingers glistening with her juices. She imagined him licking the cream off his fingers, or better yet out of her dripping cunt, and the thought made her writhe in lust. But that would have to wait until he was ready for it.

“Do you feel how wet I am?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“You did that. Rub harder.

He did. It was good, it was good, and she needed more of it, could tell he needed more too.

“Put more in.”

He did that too. His fingers went in, more and more, until he could feel her cunt squeezing his hand. It was an intense sensation, and he needed to know how it would feel around his cock.

Reaching down, Felicia pried her labia open. “Can you see my clit?"

"I think so."

"Put your finger on it."

He planted his thumb on it as his fingers moved inside her

“That’s good. That’s real good. Right there. Rub it like that, just like that."

Peter took the initiative again, rubbing her clit with the heel of his left hand as he forced his right hand into her pussy. Felicia stopped rubbing his cock to just maintain a turgid hold on it as she leaned back to focus on the lovely feelings he was eking out of her. He had lots to learn, but he was a quick learner. A damn quick learner.

She was as wet as the waves lapping against the hull, and it didn’t take long for Peter to take a hand away from her to examine the liquid coating his finger. He brought his fingertip to his lips slowly and licked at it.

Felicia watched, smoldering with lust. “Do you like how I taste, lover?” She took his hand by the wrist and brought it to her own lips, where she sucked each finger off one by one. “I do.”

He was trembling with lust, his eyes dark and hungry, and it was barely a surprise when he leaned down and sucked her clit between his lips. She howled, legs pedaling in the air, and tore into his shoulders with her fingernails.

"Yes, lover! Kiss me there, right there! That's my clit!” she gasped, as if he needed the reminder. She gulped down her arousal, steadied her voice back to the sultry mistress. “It's… very sensitive, so don't use your teeth. Just lick it. Yesss. You don't know how wonderful that feels.“

At first he was ravenous, completely and utterly driven by hunger, by slowly he became more gentle, teasing. As if amused by the power he had over her, her perfect body. Felicia buried her fingers into his brown hair, trying to force him against her, but his kisses simply became longer and hotter. Quick learner.

“Use your tongue on my cunt! Make my juices flow!” she begged, no longer worrying if he was ready or not ready. She was confident he could take anything she threw at him.

Peter moved down to the bottom of her slit and kissed her there with nipping teeth before he moved upward, licking the field of her cunt. It set her on fire.

"Oh God! Lick me! Lick my fucking cunt! Make me hot! Make me drip! Oh God, no one has ever made me this hot!”

“No one?” Peter asked in amazement.

"No one." She put her legs up on his shoulders, letting gravity do the rest. “And now, I want you to show me how you’d use a cock. Stiffen your tongue and use it like you would a cock.”

“No.” Peter’s eyes were steely as he deposited her on the bottom of the boat. “No more appetizers. I want you. All of you.”

“Then take me.”

The thought of how her greedy cunt would feel sucking him down had left Peter numb with anticipation. As Felicia opened herself before him, propped up on her elbows and legs spread, Peter resolved not to freeze up again. He forced himself to kneel down between her open knees, then to put his hands on either side of her luscious body and shift his weight forward so he was on his hands and knees before her. He thrust himself into her, guided by her hands and smoky eyes, and did it fast, too fast, it was overwhelming. Slick and warm and tight, like a dozen soft hands were squeezing him.

“I didn't know it would feel like that!” he gasped. Then he noticed her grimace. “Oh no, did I hurt you?”

“Oh, no…” Felicia laughed and kissed him. “Let me help you.”

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>>35004
With her hands at his hips, she began to ease him into a slow rhythm. Peter watched the hypnotic repetition of her face tensing and untensing as he thrust into her. In short order he had abandoned her subtle lovemaking for harder, deeper thrusts.

Felicia moaned sharply. She hadn’t expected him to be gentle, knowing he was nervous and eager and probably most of the things she’d felt her first time. But she’d been a rebel even back then, and she’d channeled her nervousness into aggression. She knew he was the same way when his thrusts went even deeper, ever harder. Felicia gave up control and let him fuck her, dictating the pace and rhyme of their coupling, until all too soon she felt a flash of heat along her loins. An orgasm. It made her let go of a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.

“Felicia,” Peter gasped, his face tight, his eyes narrowed. He was close, she was gone, long past gone.

Felicia smiled as she crossed her legs across the small of his back. C’mon, lover. Show me what you got.

He did, backing off a little before his thrusts became truly painful, settling instead to nurture whatever orgasmic pleasure he’d seen her take in the last few minutes. He reached down to finger her clit and it went through her like an underwater earthquake, practically unnoticeable until the shockwaves parted her lips and shut her eyes.

She ground back as best she could, but it was a losing battle. He had her and she couldn’t be happier about it. “You don't know what you're doing to me, spider!”

“I’m fucking you,” he growled deep into her ear. She liked how he sounded. He sounded like a man should sound, not at all like the boys (yes, boys, no matter how old they were, the preening, self-satisfied lot of them) she’d been with.

Peter felt tension building up throughout his body, squeezing him tighter and tighter, wringing all of his energy down into where he was joined with Felicia. He registered her fingernails digging into his back like the pins and needles of a foot gone asleep, distant and vaguely irritating. Her mouth was perpetually open in a keening, then breathy, then again keening sound, like a klaxon announcing her orgasm. The mental picture made him chuckle; Felicia topped him with a boisterous laugh, a warrior woman laugh that faded away into the clenchpopreleasegone of her climax.

Peter came, a drain that brought him down from 100% to 0.02% in six seconds flat. It was different from his masturbation, more voluminous, more slick and damp and in the end, more luxuriously pleasurable. The release itself was almost depressingly quick and simple, but getting there had been absurdly… fun. As was the afterglow. As was she… his lover. Felicia giggled again, an echo of her warrior woman laugh.

“Stole you,” she said as they moved together onto a beach chair, Felicia half-dragging him there with her seemingly inexhaustible energy (Peter felt like he was in shock, a submergible lag like his entire body had fallen asleep without telling him) until he was flat on his back, naked and not caring a whit.

Felicia fell on top of him, slumped to his side, a leg thrown over his and her arms forming a pillow on his chest for her head to rest on. Her white hair trickled all over his upper body, tickling his nostrils when the wind blew the right way. He laughed and she laughed; just a brisk, happy sound on a brisk, happy day.

“You know,” she said, pulling on a cute little sun hat, “you didn’t oil me all up. I could burn.”

”Eh?”

She squeezed out the lotion onto his hand, then brought it round her hip. With her other hand she began to lave sunblock over his legs, down around his kneecaps and steadily upward. “I was still wearing bottoms when you covered me, remember? So, oil me up. Then I'll let you fuck me another way,” she added in the exact same pleasant tone.

Her voice was as honeyed and as thick as a narcotic.

Peter was having a whole new kind of jinx day and he couldn’t care less what the jinx would be.

No.35006
Also, some Ultimate Spidey/bitches: http://comics.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600060176

No.35008
>>35006
Specifically, twelve chapters of Ultimate Spidey/bitches...and growing.

No.35127
>>35006
>This story contains consensual sex, non-soncensual, mind control (to a degree), M/F, M/M/F, M/F/F, F/F, oral, anal, Preg and other things too.


Dear diary,

Jackpot.

No.37232
Any more?

No.40095
Just watched Second Season.

We definitely need some #34 of Gwen's new look....

No.43213
bump

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No.47096
bumpin

No.47117
What th-
I thought this died, like, two months ago. The hell? Good story, by the way.

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New from Catthouse's Mac!

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>>47774
>>47773
>>47772
Delightful.

>>47775
Less delightful.

No.47780
>>47775

HA HA HA!!! Oh Mac..

No.47784
>>47774
>MJ swinging of with Gwen, dildo in hand
>Gwen reduced to a puddle of sexiness by MJ and said dildo
>Pete reacting to this with a Big No and matching pose
Heh-heh.

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Stumbled across this little comic. If you ignore the terrible english and stupid premise, the art is fairly close to the show.
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48656
10/12

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48657
11/12

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12/12

No.48660
>>48647
Man, I know from experience how inconstant an artist's output can be, but with this comic it's like they had one competent penciller and one mediocre (at best) one working on the same comic and trading off panels. But the colors are good.

And to give the devil his due, it's probably the best work I've ever seen from Drawn-Sex. They must've finally hired someone who isn't a trainwreck of an artist.

No.48663
>>48660
Or maybe they just stole it.

No.52465
ice

No.54750
i know this is old as fuck but is anyone here interested in continuing that fic?

No.56589
>>54750
which one? The one that OP posted and the writer cock blocked us?- I personally want that one completed

No.57070
>>56589
I say both.

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61019
Sorry for the thread resurrection but this scene from the latest Ultimate Spider-Man TOTALLY reminded me of it.

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61020
>>61019

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61021
>>61020

No.61022
Huh? Haven't read USM for years, but wasn't Gwen Stacy... um... vitally challenged? Did they reboot everything again or what?

No.61023
>>61022

Some shit happened with Carnage and he more or less regurgitated a perfect copy of Gwen. The weird thing is that nobody really seems to question wether this is really Gwen or not.

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61029

No.61034
>>61023

And yes, it is as retarded as it sounds.

No.61061
>>61023

Jesus. For real? Who's writing it nowadays?

No.61069
>>61061

Still Bendis.

No.68083
bumpin'



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