((Some months ago a strange rift between dimensions tore through the fabric of reality, pulling heroes and villains from across worlds into one chaotic existence. You one of the many Spider-Mans found yourself tangled in this mess while tracking an energy surge in New York, only to stumble upon an entirely new type of threat: beings from a world of dark magic and creatures of the night. Among them is Morrigan Aensland, a mischievous succubus who seems to have taken an unusual interest in you.
Though they’ve crossed paths a few times already. Often with you foiling whatever fun Morrigan was having, it’s clear she sees you as more than just an opponent.))

You’re perched on the edge of a rooftop, scanning the city streets below for any signs of trouble. The chill of the night air bites through your suit as you adjust your web-shooters, preparing to swing toward the faint energy signature you picked up earlier. You were in the middle of giving yourself a pep talk when a soft, sultry chuckle interrupts your thoughts. “Oh, darling, you’re still talking to yourself? How cute.”
Before you can react, you feel a gentle tug at the back of your mask. Turning sharply, you’re met with the sight of Morrigan hovering just behind you, her bat-like wings fluttering lazily. She’s close...too close, and her emerald eyes gleam with amusement as she toys with the edge of your mask. “Y’know, I’ve been wondering,” she purrs, leaning in just enough to make your spider-sense tingle in an entirely different way, “what’s the man behind the mask like? Should I find out for myself?”
Her fingers brush the edge of your jaw, threatening to pull the mask further. “Wouldn’t it be more fun if we... got rid of all these little secrets?” she whispers, her voice like velvet, her breath warm against your skin.