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tarjapearce · 6 months

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Dr. Michael Stone

Mad Scientist variant! Miguel O'Hara x Spider!f! Reader

art by @Spiderthingcoo on X

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Smut, Breeding Kink, Mild dub-con, Oral sex (F receiving), possessive behaviors, rough electroplay, Questionable morals, Dark Miguel, manhandling, yandere scientist (I guess?) P in V, isolation, edging, female anatomy, Nipple play, dumbification, Michael Stone is a walking redflag. No proofread, objectification, power play.

Summary: From all the variants of Miguel you could've encountered, you met him.

A|N: Inspired by @Spiderthingcoo and Halloween ✨

Pt. 2

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The sound repetitive and echoing in your hazy mind, luring you out of the slumber you had been forced to. Eyes heavy with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

A sharp inhale gave you enough courage to part your lids enough to reckon your surroundings. Blurry and wet eyesight slowly came into a focus and clear view of where you were. A lab.

How had you ended up here? Where was Miguel? Why wasn't Lyla making fun of your passing?

The explosion, of course.

A weakened groan escaped past dry and chapped lips, while your mind tried to recollect and organize the memories it created before going on a blackout.

The mission was simple, try and track the anomaly. Rhino. But the villian wasn't up for dialogue and had sent you flying against a wall, damaging your watch. Miguel had promised to fix it once you were back at HQ.

But the damage had been severe enough to not only electrocute you, but to cause an explosion within the already open portal. A boom powerful enough to throw you out of the current timeline and swallow you into another one, much to Miguel's distress. And then, nothing.

Pure black darkness.

Pristine white walls elegantly dressed with technology you had never seen before. The machine whirrings and hummings kept your eyes wandering from one extreme to another, trying to find anything that would be out of place. To your dismay, nothing indicated to be in such state.

Except for one thing.

Sitting in a simple chair, was a man clad in white, blending in with his environment. If it wasn't for his titanium rimmed glasses and their reflection, his tan skin and a very familiar looking face, he'd go undetected under your radar.

But your ever trusting spider senses alerted you of his presence. His red eyes bore into you, stalking, awaiting; preying. Impassiveness and stoicism plastered on his beautiful face.

A glacial chill ran down your spine.

"M-Miguel?" You rasped in the admist of your drowsiness

The man's eye glinted, dangerous and curious as he stood. His hair wavy and silky, graciously slicked back, His smirk deepened as he walked right before you, watching you with such marvel it made your breath hitch.

"Michael." The Boss' doppelganger corrected.

A stupor spreaded through your legs. Your arms had gone numb long ago. Another late realization as you looked at your limbs, expanded and trapped in the metal contraption, like a crucifix. Your legs remained separated, toes barely touching the floor and completely bare before him.

Panic rose as he placed a white gloved and immaculate hand on your cheek. Miguel was always speaking about the variants of the villains that he often forgot to mention about his own.

This one in particular was one to be extremely wary of. Dr. Michael Stone, acknowledged son of Tyler Stone, the CEO of Alchemax. A scientist obsessed with the spider DNA his team had recollected many years ago.

"Dr. Michael Stone, Mike for the friends."

He cupped your face and kissed you deeply. Tongue sweeping on your trembling mouth, taking a taste of you. He let you go with an appreciative hum. His thumbs pressed on your now glistening lips to pry them open, taking a glance on your teeth. Your breath fanned his face as he explored your mouth with his thumbs initially.

"Healthy breath and teeth, no fangs, sadly" the doctor mumbled to himself while catching your tongue in between his thumb and index finger, pulling it enough to examinate it's length.

You whimpered at the pain. Saliva escaping your mouth, which he collected quickly in a little glass vial. His fingers typed in the data in a holo-pad that materialized next to him.

His face was deranged, a soft blush crept on his sharp cheeks. He had stumbled upon a gold mine.

The drowsiness had left your body entirely, fear and nausea replacing it. Modesty or shame weren't in Michael's vocabulary. Nipples perked at the cool air that invaded the lab.

He brought a little table with several pieces of something he had been tinkering with.

"Your little contraption seems something too advanced for people in your world. Sadly the damage is too great to salvage something."

He displayed the now burnt pieces of the watch, pieces you supposed were the core of its functioning.

"For how long have you been a mutant?"

"Years." Voice meek, he nodded as he kept typing away, without looking much your direction, too deep in the screen and the data displaying on it.

"Is there any others like me?"

You gulped. Your brief silence had been enough answer for him.

"I see." His grin turned into a devious chuckle, "I suppose there is one of me that is like you, isn't it?"

Upon hearing no answer of you, he pressed a button, where a sudden electricity jolt coursed through your body. Earning him a pained yelp from you.

"I don't appreciate your silence, cariño. Now, when was the last time your period came?"

Your body lingered in unpleasant waves of the shocking aftermath. Soft breaths turned into short and shallow pants, anger rising again.

"I don't remember" You admitted curtly and uncomfortable by the direction the interrogation was taking course.

"Have you had children before?"

The question made you blink stupidly at him while sneered at your reaction and cleared his throat. Keeping at bay the ominous thoughts already forming in his wicked brain.

"N-No." You mumbled and his lips pursed in a wolfish grin it sent an ill feeling through your chest. Your brain's danger alarms flared, begging you to run away as fast as you could. But how such thing would be achieved when you were nearly T qposing, naked, before a man that had everything but good intentions with you.

"There's always a first." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. The hidden promise in his words had you struggling against your prison but it stopped as he sent another electric jolt through your body.

You groaned both painfully and annoyed in between raged pants.

"Let me go! " He could only cackle at your waning order.

"But why would I do such thing, cariño?" His fingers tracing the slope of your jaw, "Not when I have found the perfect vessel for my lineage to develop."

Heart thumped wildly on your chest, threatening to escape up your throat.

"P-Please, let me go."

Something dern recoiled in his eyes, pleading was futile, even though he loved the way you pronounced such words.

"Can't do. In fact, I think production should start right away."

He beamed and your heart sunk. Hopefully Miguel caught your signal before the gizmo was broken for good. Attention snapping on a pair of eyes that danced around your body. He licked his lips while loosening his tie. His glasses were removed.

Your chest heaved with anxiety, but he kneeled before you, pushing your outer folds away to reach the forbidden prize he was set in devouring, your clit. It twitched and contracted when his thumb stroked it softly. Michael didn't waste time and sunk himself between your thighs.

"N-No!" You panted while trying to squeeze his head away from your thighs, but his grip was steely. His tongue assaulted your cunt with such intensity it had you clenching your jaw and panting within seconds.

Strong and moist muscle dribbled down your pussy, teasing around your quivering hole. His plump lips captured your little nub of nerves in between them, to then apply pressure within strong sucking motions. Your hips bucked, nearly melting at the powerful sensations the scientist dragged you to.

The slick of your labia increased making his motions smoother, vicious and wet. You could feel him resting his head on your lower belly as his mouth ate you like a starved man. A lap here, a dribbling up and down there and it had your mouth gaping open.

"Fuck" You tried to lurch forward but the upper restrictions on your limbs could only allow much movement. Your head heavy with lust blown and fearful thoughts, making it loll side to side, shaking off the pleasure that crawled all the way up, trying to fog your judgment completely.

The goal however was accomplished when his tongue delved in your hole, fucking it with such expertise it had your breath slurred and blown from your lungs.

His moist muscle curled, coiled and slurped at your cunt. Twirling and gathering your juices in his mouth. As dangerous as he was, Michael seemed a connoisseur of the female anatomy. And he ate like a starved man, like his life and investigation depended on it.

Your head was thrown back, just like your eyes in their sockets. Breaths turned erratic when his hands squeezed the round of your breast. Maneuvering your perky nipples a little too rough. He pinched, pulled and slapped them, matching the merciless pace of his assailant lips.

Teeth ground together, jaw clenched and trapping in the moans he rightfully had earned. Your hands managed to fist in the admist of the numbness they had been subdued to.

His tongue ventured deeper with moist and gulping movements, the tip of his nose buried in your pubic mound, keeping you in place from squirming too much, chasing that relief that would bring you a bit of peace to your tortured cunt. Heat pooled in his mouth, pressure tightening, edging you to an endless and dangerous spiral of tempting corruption.

A strangled whine came off your throat as he stopped and looked up at you. Darkened pupils wide, absorbing the red iris upon the sight of you.

Perfect, beatific even.

You were the perfect vessel for him. Lips flushed in need, exhaling the stimulation out of your system. A rapturous expression on your face, like a virgin that had been worshipped, and he was the chosen one to corrupt such grimace. His tie was removed completely and tossed somewhere.

With a tap of the holo-pad, your restrains were loosened, and you fell on the floor with a thud. A little groan as your body made contact with the cold tiles, blood rushing back to your limbs, leaving a prickling sensation all the way down your hands, awakening them.

As much as you hated to admit that you had enjoyed it, the rational side of you took control again, urging you to an attempt of escape while you crawled on your fours. Your suit had been discarded on one of the trash bins.

A strong hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, wobbly and feeble legs trembled at the forced attempt of standing up, only for your torso to be slammed against a nearby metal table. Air knocking out of your lungs with a 'oomph'

"You are going nowhere."

Despite the overall nerd-ish look, he was strong. Strong and big enough to pin your arms effortlessly before you, to then place a pair of metallic hoops on your wrist that instantly adhered at the table. Magnetic handcuffs, of course.

Breast flattened against the metal, unruly strands of hair obscured your sight, his agitated breath fanning over the crook of your neck. Rear was positioned in the perfect pose to expose both your holes. Pussy glistening with a mix of his saliva and your own slick.

"Marvelous. We are about to create the Opus Magna of my investigation. Aren't you excited, bonita?"

Your ears perked ominously at the unbuckling and fumbling of his pants.

"You have no idea how long I've awaited for a chance like this." His flushed tip rubbed between your folds, coating himself before aligning to your drenched hole. He tittered while taking a vice like grip on your hips and with a sudden motion, he buried inch by inch inside your gummy and sticky walls.

"Miguel!" You cried as he sheathed to the hilt, stretching you a bit past your limits. Fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled back with force. Granting him a pathetic yelp from you.

"Michael." He growled into your ear, "I am no bound by weaknesses unlike that defective copy of mines. But don't you worry..."

His tone venomous, "I'll make you learn my name one way or another." He slid a hand around your neck and squeezed a whimper out of you, "You're here to stay after all."

Callous fingers slid back to your hips, groping and grounding himself before he pushed in. A strangled moan came before air was cut short again by his firm and deep thrusting, allowing you to adjust enough to his girth. It was scary how perfect he fit inside, reinforcing his belief you were made specially for him and the explosion had been the catalyst for his plan to build a superior form of being, set in track.

Not only had he been granted a subject he had been chasing for nearly a decade, but now, he couldn't just study you, but also impregnate you. And what a better coincidence when you were reaching your most fertile days. Or so the data had dictated, and data didn't lie.

"With me." A deep cackle erupted from his mouth as an onslaught of merciless thrust were delivered between your supple and plump glutes, making them jiggle at his rutting.

A garbled and shaky moan escaped your lips, eyes wide at the core shaking pace he had settled. Toes curled and your hands fisted against the metallic handcuffs, trying to anchor yourself once more to something as the table creaked violently underneath both. The pressure on your clit increased as his balls slapped it, sending jolts through your body.

Your cunt received him with an obsence slurp, swallowing him whole over and over, hole moulded to his thick shaft, leaving you empty every time he slid out, only to be refilled impossibly deep with a pitiless plow.

You were a mewling and wailing mess underneath his formidable frame. Torso rock hard, just like the throbbing cock inside your snug and drenched pussy.

The room and you were the only witnesses of his borderline animalistic growls and snarls, set into his goal to fill you to the brim the times he saw it fit. After all, no experiment was successful without trial and error.

All you could hear was the rough slapping of your flesh melding together in a rough display of power where he indisputably had the upper hand.

Fire licked at every inch of your skin, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes, blurring your sight with overstimulation. He gave you no time to properly breath, too lost in wrecking your cunt to care, enraptured in the thrill your flesh offered him.

A firm slap on your jiggling ass granted him a choked wail, one of the few indicators you still remained conscious and holding it together. He frowned.

It wasn't enough, he wanted nothing more than your ruin. Having you subdued to him, both in mind and body. Stubborn nature couldn't just leave you fucked physically. The need to possess you in all it's wholeness took over him. You'd be his, and if he had to face his counterpart to keep you by his side, then so be it.

Michael stilled for a moment, giving you precious seconds to catch a much needed breath. He removed the lab coat and shirt, exposing his sweaty and well sculpted torso. Your legs trembled, your brain buzzed with all sort of sensations, the metal fogged with every deep breath you gave against it, if it wasn't for the restrains in your wrist, you'd certainly be on the floor, since your legs were giving up in supporting you.

A little drool streak escaped the corner of your lips, connecting to the space underneath you. Your hair was pulled back with a mild yank, forcing your spine to arch. The Fibonacci sequence would draw perfectly in the curvature of your flexible spine. One of the many perks of being a spiderwoman.

His frame swallowed you once more as he propped your right thigh on the table, granting him more access to delve in deeper into you.

" Ohmygod" you howled at how full and deep your insides were. He smirked at your words, "I can't... I can't-"

"You are more than capable of taking me, pequeña." A deep thrust and he had you sobbing, "Don't disappoint me now."

He rasped in blown inhales.

Your brain was melting just like your body. Instead of unceasing and swift slaps of flesh, steady and rhythmic plunges filled in the void space. Your mouth did nothing but nonsensical gabbling. Occasionally praising him with a coherent lewd curse or a whine.

Eyelids drooped a bit too low as your mouth went completely ajar, exhaling weakly. The weight of his frame pressing against you, slotting perfectly on your back. His hips dug into yours remorselessly, then you felt his arm hooking underneath your lower belly in a possessive embrace, letting the once punished breasts to bounce freely as he pounded relentlessly into you.

The second he skimmed on your tender skin, your body went taut and your brain shut off for a second, overheated by the mind shattering orgasm crashing over you. Only then your body was allowed to go limp on his arms, but that didn't stop him from giving a few more core shaking thrusts before emptying himself inside you. Flooding your womb with his hot load.

"Mi...Michael-" You croaked almost imperceptibly at the canvas he was making out of your insides.

Oh the joy of knowing he'd have a superior offspring made his wicked brain tingle. A malicious laugh escaped him upon admiring your current state. Fucked out and full of him, to the brim like he had promised. Michael Stone was a man of word.

When he had poured the last drop of cum inside, he pulled out to pick himself up. Underwear and pants secured back on his waist. His discarded lab coat covered his upper frame once more, body too heated to keep adding layers of clothing. He released the handcuffs off your wrist and caught you before your body slumped on the floor.

He rewarded your outlasting with a deep yet brief smooch, which you recoiled from. It didn't matter. You'd learn to tolerate his presence soon enough.

His arms carried you like a ragdoll. A doll that somehow still refused to be tamed, adding more dry bones to the raging obsession fire. You struggled from his grip but he didn't budge, a cruel laugh met you instead as he waltzed you to an empty room. Naked with jelly-like legs that didn't cooperate, angry and fearful and powerless.

He tossed you onto the bed and marched back towards the entrance. Proud of your lack of strength to retaliate and cunt full of his cum. His seed would do it's job soon enough. He had waited years, a bit more won't hurt him.

The thought of your belly rounding up with his child made his deep gaze to lock on you over his shoulder for a moment.

"Welcome to my world, querida." His cheeks spreaded in a wicked smirk before disappearing into the light, locking you out from freedom and hope.

Darkness drowned you, like his obsession. Dr. Michael Stone had finally achieved a breakout in his investigation. And he had no intentions of letting you go. Not until you produced the many heirs he had in mind.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #Miguelverse #miguel o'hara smut #Spiderman 2099 smut #atsv smut #t writes✨#Michael Stone AU #dark!miguel o'hara

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comicchannel · 1 year

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#Funko Pop #Action Figure #comics #marvel #spider man #homem aranha #doppelganger #doppelganger spider man #exclusivo

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justdealingwithsomeissues · 8 months

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Pete also seems to have been able to take his copy out as well... must be really shocking for Pete to see a copy of himself like this... haha..hah...ha.

#Marvel #Infinity War #Peter Parker ~ Spider Man #Spider Man Doppelganger

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moralesmilesanhour · 1 month

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so, 'the spider within' has me thinking.

Because the new short that just released is so...well, short, I feel like technically there isn't much to say about it because it's pretty concise and has very few if any areas that would warrant critique or super deep analysis. BUT, I think one of the most interesting (albeit obvious) things about the 'monster' in 'The Spider Within' that forms as a manifestation of Miles' anxieties is that the monster is...himself.

Spiderverse tends to focus more on Miles struggling to take on the role of Spider-Man because balancing a secret identity that requires you to fight bad guys every day and personal commitments like school and family is difficult. What I haven't seen the franchise do up until now is address the idea of Spider-Man as monstrous. This is addressed somewhat in what I believe is Miles' original (?) comic book run, where he first gets powers and almost immediately wants them gone. Why?

Because he's afraid that he might be a 'mutant'. A monster. A 'freak'.

Now, I don't think that TSW necessarily intended for this to be the main theme of the short because their primary focus here is mental health and the psychological impact of having a million responsibilities on top of unresolved trauma from one of said responsibilities. However, I still think that the subtext of 'becoming a monster' is there because the Spiderverse team chose to use the image of a shadowy version of Miles that then morphs into a spider, when they could've done something that more directly references some of Spider-Man's usual foes; why not have it be Kingpin, Green Goblin, or even The Prowler?

Because, again, the thing Miles is most afraid of is himself.

Speaking of The Prowler, I think TSW provides an interesting parallel to what we see in ATSV with the whole 'evil doppelganger' motif (I know Miles G. is not really evil, but that is what the writers initially want us to believe by the end of the film so that they can subvert that expectation). Unlike most Spiderverse fans by now, our version of Miles is not aware yet that his Earth-42 counterpart isn't evil. As far as he's concerned, he is staring right into the eyes of the personification of one of his worst fears, which is that he's not really a hero. That he's not meant to be Spider-Man. That he's not as intrinsically 'good' as he thought he was.

(Note: I think the Miles 42 reveal would've hit way harder and felt more full-circle if the writers had emphasized the idea that both Miles and his family are terrified that he may become his Uncle, instead of just leaving it up to subtle bits dialogue and visual cues, But that's a different conversation altogether.)

All that being said, I think part of what makes Spiderverse such an interesting and unique take on Miles' story is that the supervillains feel de-emphasized and like more of a backdrop to the story at times compared to most superhero media that I've seen. His most important conflicts aren't necessarily about whether or not he can defeat the Big Bad (his tactical skills and intelligence are never really much of an issue post-itsv), it's about whether his fears and insecurities are going to destroy him from the inside out before he ever gets the chance to.

#ahhhh this short was so cool #I hope the spiderverse creative team gets to be in their horror bag more in btsv #miles morales #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #the spider within #atsv analysis #blabbering

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dungeon-meshi-tournament · 7 months

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Of course asking people which monster they find more fuckable is a good way to get them to say funny things, so I got a lot of funny comments on the Most Fuckable Monster in the Dungeon Tournament. So as usual, I compiled a list of the ones I liked best, ordered by the poll they were commented on. Enjoy!

Barometz vs Dryad (round 1 part 1)

dryad boobs in my mouth please please please you're nothing

Man-eating plant vs Mandrake (round 1 part 1)

getting my dick digested by a pitcher plant

its what laios would have wanted

Skeleton vs Dullahan (round 1 part 1)

why is the armor sweeping?? how are ya'll planning to fuck the armor??? at least the skeleton you could like wedge a vibrator or fleshlight into the pelvis. I forgot this is the celibacy site and fucking is not a real physical thing on here

fools do not see the eroticisim of plate armor

Phoenix vs Harpy (round 1 part 2)

harpy has a tits out kinda look

Griffin vs Hippogriff (round 1 part 2)

Me at first: really? You’d fuck the horse? Me, remembering the barded penises of felines : no wait you’re right

White dragon vs Red dragon (round 1 part 3)

It's canon that white dragons fight furiously while red dragon is the equivalent of that blue hands dinosaur in Prehistoric Planet

white dragon is cuntier somehow

Treasure insects vs Succubus (round 1 part 3)

another tits out kinda look

normal poll matchup. normal poll. do people want to fuck a succubus or inch long insects. who will win

Huge scorpion vs Huge spider vs Mimic (round 1 part 3)

What you do to the mimic is hidden from the eyes of all

The mimics got that dog in it

dark souls mimic resemblances have me thinking unwise

something about the mysterious air around the mimic

Golem vs Ice golem (round 1 part 4)

Same deal but one freezes ur junk off I think the winner is clear

Gargoyle vs Hag (round 1 part 4)

..abusive mother kink????

Familiar vs Jack Frost (round 1 part 4)

familiar is customizable 👍

Doppelganger vs Demon (round 1 part 4)

That stupid sexy cat simply slays too much cunt

Hippogriff vs Fish-man (round 2 part 1)

no offense to my buddy fish-man but that hippogriff is too majestic

Living armour vs Undine (round 2 part 2)

One if the extras has a really perturving bit: Undines fed by consuming liquids with mana. Holm mentions regularly feeding it BODILY FLUIDS.

is wearing living armor anything

White dragon vs Green dragon (round 3)

she made that dragon sooooo cunty and for what

Cockatrice vs Demon (round 3)

you should've put the slutiest picture of the demon. to remind everyone that ryoko -sensei is down BAD

no one: ryoko kui: i am going to make a lion demon that is SOOOOOOO [redacted]

everybody vote for demon! a vote for demon is a love letter to Ryoko Kui

I do find it funny we're blowing the demon whore moments on like, the cockatrice matchup

This manga is so slutty and yet so tasteful in it that you can't really call it anything but great in every aspect of its eroticism

Mermaid vs Harpy (quarter finals)

i am so mad rn. a mermaid !? more fuckable than a harpy!? for shame tumblr for shame

White dragon vs Succubus (quarter finals)

Dragon fluffye!

Chimera vs Mermaid (semi-finals)

sorry mermaid. falin fucks supremely.

sorry falin. gotta stand up for my fellow merfolk here

a vote for chimera is a vote for lesbians

Succubus vs Demon (semi-finals)

Not even the sucubbi stands up to the limitless demon sexo

if you think about it. the succubus can turn into the demon's many forms

Chimera vs Demon (finale)

fags and dykes fighting to the death over this one

Listen man. Even if I'm gay I understand why Falin is winning but- Consider that the demon knows your exact wants and desires and could satisfy your sexual needs perfectly. Also when he's buff and humanoid near the end

either of them deserve to win but demon sweep because that fucker showed up in a dream to me once

teef!!!!

VOTE FOR DYKES. VOTE FOR SLEEPY GIRLS. VOTE FOR SHARP LITTLE TEETH

Mermaid vs Succubus (battle for the bronze)

mermaids can't lose to magical mosquito people PLEASE

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #most fuckable monster in the dungeon tournament #funny comments

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weebsinstash · 11 months

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So we briefly joked about how hectic it could be with multiple Miguels, but I'm actually starting to think of a story where you get into trouble with another YOU

An anomaly that wasnt your fault caused your universe to collapse, but thankfully you weren't in it at the time and you now permanently live in Nueva York with the Spider Society. You're a grown adult and have known Miguel for about close to a year or two now, slowly getting closer to him over time, and consider the two of you decent friends. There's not really anything concrete between you two, but, there's more than just a little tension, and you can tease some of that former personality hidden underneath all the trauma out of him sometimes with a teasing joke or two. Other spiders constantly joke about how you two should just hurry up and hook up already, and, you would be lying if you said you never felt any attraction to your 6'5 coworker, never thought about being with him, and there are times when you've found his eyes on you and you wondered what was going through his mind for him to seem so focused, although he'd be quick to look away whenever you caught him

But. Trouble in paradise. You wake up one morning, everything the same as usual, getting up and going to do your daily routine, maybe you're even a trainer for novice Spiders sometimes since you're so strong and talented, and you stumble on Miguel talking to... another you??? And their costume is a little different than yours but, that's definitely another you, perfect replica, and you start feeling more than just a little insecure when YouTwo and Miguel seem to be... hitting it off really well, actually. It took MONTHS for Miguel to be that friendly with you, but with them he just seems so... natural? You're not even sure why but you can feel yourself getting jealous, but try and be the better person and go introduce yourself, and Miguel actually... kind of blows you off to go show them around? And you feel this deep pit of insecurity open up in your stomach as over the next couple days, people meet them and really like your double, even people who didn't like you, and everything you can do, so can the clone, even any special hidden abilities or powers that made you stand out in this large gathering of multiverses (although maybe you're still stronger, but, suddenly you're just not that special anymore)

You go to teach one of your classes and they're already there, taking the lead and doing great, maybe even making breakthroughs with students, and suddenly you're faced with this weird feeling. Have you been... replaced? Were you really so... unremarkable that a you from another dimension really did just, just, swoop in and steal your life away from you?

And it gets worse. Every so often, usually around the same specific time, you have to drop off some sort of report or have some sort of assigned task with Miguel, but one day you're approaching his dark cave of an office and you can hear it all too well. You might not be able to hear him, but you can hear THEM all too well as you find yourself unable to stop yourself from approaching until you lock eyes on what all the noise is.

Backstabbing life stealing doppelganger SNAKE BITCH is FUCKING YOUR MAN and being LOUD AS FUCK ABOUT IT. Miguel's back is to you but they can see you over his shoulder and they SMIRKS, making sure they're being nice and loud and being absolutely gross, like, it would be hot IF it wasn't, them taking someone you had feelings for right out from underneath you, just REALLY hamming it up, "Aye, papi, you're SO BIG, you're hitting me SO DEEP" just really rubbing fucking salt in your wounds in your own voice and he's too lost in it to realize you're there as you run away, fighting off tears as witnesses see you fleeing the lab, many looking scandalized, others confused

You're just so hurt and betrayed that you can't help but start running, you don't even know to where, but you can't stay here, at least not right now, now when you're this upset. You hit a bunch of random numbers and see wherever it takes you, jumping several times until you're running across rooftops and parkouring in some sort of foreign land to try and get all the manic energy out of you. You don't even know how long you're running and jumping and swinging around before you hear an all too familiar and unwelcome voice, and you don't even look at him as you hear Miguel behind you, asking, "what do you think you're doing here?" And you just snark back and start giving him sass, and after he refuses to leave you alone you land to turn around to speak to him and realize, wait a second, his suit is different. A different Miguel? And you apologize as the two of you get to introductions and start talking and, he's similar but just different enough to the Miguel you already knew that you already know how to handle him, but this one is friendlier, jokes around more, and you're sad when you finally decide to go back home, finding yourself... reluctant, missing him even.

And you find yourself visiting him again, and again, and again, meanwhile the Miguel back home is APPARENTLY spending time with the alternate you, lots of time, and you can't help but notice people are starting to give you weird looks. You're being approached and accused of things you never did, like borrowing money you haven't paid back but definitely never took in the first place, or arguments you've never been in, dine and dashing for a food you hate, and someone even tells you outright that "your extremely loud sex with Miguel is fucking gross, like have some respect for the rest of us, jeepers"

So you think, fine, fuck this place, if no one here respects you, you might as well set Miguel straight before you go on another trip. He knows something is wrong when you call out to him as O'Hara and not Miguel, and he can practically see the steam coming out of your ears as you dont even bother to apporach him, just shouting across the way, "if youre going to replace me with some lookalike slut, you can at LEAST fuck them where no one can hear you! The entire Spider Society doesnt need to hear what my cumming voice sounds like when it isnt even me!!"

He's quickly and urgently calling after you but you don't care to hear him out, warping out of there, and there's only one place you can think of to seek comfort from. You're angry and frustrated and just need someone to talk to, or something to take your anger on, and right then and there as you beam in to the alternate Miguel's universe, there's some big villain attack, and you team up, and in some post fight adrenaline rush, Miguel2 pulls you close and kisses you and you decide, fuck it, and get naaaaasty with him, just really having some hot nasty dirty sex where you're both like fucking on the side of some skyscraper somewhere or he's got you bent over a gargoyle or, you know, fun spider sex things

Imagine if Miguel using his bracelet to communicate with all Spiders in the movie was like, a security clearance or password locked feature, and you have the clearance and, during the activities your bracelet gets bumped and suddenly Miguel and the entire Spider Society gets to hear

"Mi-Miguel, you're being so rough--AH~"

"What, you don't like it when I use my fangs? What about when I put my mouth... here?"

"Oh my god, wait, don't you want me to shave or like-- oh my god, oh my god, holy fuck, your tongue feels so good--"

And that goes on for like 3 minutes before you realize your bracelet is on but you're in such a sex haze you just, turn it off and keep going, MEANWHILE "your" Miguel is fucking livid because, he was with "you" right then and there, or rather, who he THOUGHT was you. This whole time, the evil backstabbing bitch had been stealing your costume and outright tricking people into thinking they were you, stealing your reputation and using it to their benefit, and that went especially for Miguel, who, under the influence of xlever manipulation and drugs or low lighting or whatever other trickey, thought he had been hooking up with YOU the entire time, and is now FURIOUS. He thought it was so weird you kept saying you were just "being moody" and claiming it was just stress or some other weird vague excuse. He had been tricked by YouTwo the entire time, and as the realization sinks in, the angrier he gets. This bitch had tricked him into hurting you, and now you're with another man, another HIM, replacing him? Another man is hearing your sweet cries and feeling the warmth of your flesh against his? Miguel won't stand for this. He's seething with rage with claws itching to tear into something, but before he goes to fetch you, he'll have to take care of your imposter first

I mean. He wants to, but can't kill them, so he just banishes them back to their home dimension and forbids any Spider from travelling there to see them, and now, Miguel's going to use your watch to pinpoint your location, and he isn't happy. Of course, your newest friend of the same name won't be so willing to give you up, especially when you open up to him about everything that happened back home and tell him the truth, that you know another version of him, but he decides, hey, that other guy doesn't know what he's missing! If he can't see how great you are, then he's missing out, and that's code for, "oh don't worry, if he doesn't want you, I'm MORE than willing to take you myself :)"

You just better hope that you and Miguel Numero Dos aren't still "locked in embrace" by the time your "original hubby" comes to get you, because there's definitely going to be much more than just words being thrown around...

#atsv #yandere stuff #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere x reader #sinprompts #siiiiiiigh rhe dramaaa of him realizing he hurt you like that and didnt even mean to. his rage at her. his guilt.

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Twisted Wonderland Quotes 13

Najma: There's a spider >m>'///

Jamil: SO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?!

Najma: KILL IT!

Jamil: YOU SAW IT FIRST!

Najma: YOU KILL IT! YOU'RE THE MAN!

Jamil: *wears a dress and make up* SINCE WHEN?!

Najma: O_O

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Yuu: *about to eat a snack*

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: *hovers over him/her/them*

Yuu: =-=

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: Let us get a cookie >:D *try to take it*

Yuu: NO! *forces their hands away*

Grim: CROWLEY!!!!

Crowley: *summoned because he hears arguing*

Yuu: I'm out! <m<'///

Crowley: *uses a levitation spell* Where do you think your going!? *turns Yuu back around* Give them some!

Yuu: *trying his/her/their damnest to not share* NEVER!!!

Crowley: NOW!

Yuu: *was force to share*

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: *take the whole thing off Cookies* Appreciate it >:D *runs off with the whole thing*

Yuu: WWWHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!!!! D:<

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Y/N: I tried to get the waiters attention by blinking in morse code

OB! Anyone of Choice: Why are you blinking so much? (⊙‿⊙)

Y/N: I've got something in my eye! <:D

OB! Anyone of Choice: Here let me get it out. (⊙‿⊙)

Y/N: No thank you *mumbles the last bit* I don't wanna die ;-;

Waiter: Bonjour monsieur/dame was blinking at me is it because your date is a freak? =-=

OB! Anyone of Choice: *acting of innocents* :D

Y/N: No ;-;

Waiter: very good then Bon appétit. =>=

Y/N: ;A;'/// *whispers* don't leave me

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Yuu: *with a puppet and talking in a goofy voice* You got my money deuce? :D

Deuce: O_O ?! what the-

Yuu: I'm going to make your life a living nightmare! :D

Yuu: I just want my money Deuce *goes closer to his face* are you going to make this difficult?（ΩuΩ）

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First Years: *watching cartoon* :D

---cartoon gets cut with announcement---

TV: if you see another person that looks identical to you run away and hide.

Grim: that's bulls***=-=

First years: yep agreeable

First years: *peak from the window and see people that look like them* OAO'///

Doppelgangers: ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬

First years: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *hide in Yuu's room and barricade the doors and windows*

Lilia: *who was trolling them with Illusion magic with assistances from Cater* hehehe >:D

Cater: this is going to scar them for life >_>

Lilia: I know this is funny :D

Their Doppelgangers: ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬

---To Be Continued meme plays---

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Swap! Malleus: *staring at Swap!Yuu and sighs* I wish I didn't get so shy at times ;-;

Swap! Grim: You didn't ask him/her/them yet?!

Swap! Grim: You mortals only got so much time <w<

Swap! Malleus: If Yuu can put the fear of god in you then so can I ( ╬ ಠิ益ಠิ)

Swap! Grim: *whimpers* ;m;

#twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes

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💀"No...no way"👿 Part 2

Still Miles Morales x fem reader

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⚠️Warnings: slight cursing. Action. Dark vibe. Graphic threats. Dipping into the 3rd movie and Color coded words (kinda to show which Miles is being described)⚠️

And just like last time...

⚠️Spoilers!⚠️

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• Despite coming at the...other one really hard, Miles's anger dissolved. This was even crazier. He really saw himself, but...he looked completely different. They shared every feature except for hair and suit...which is scarily familiar.

• "Baby,"

• His doppelganger said. His gaze was locked on the girl Miles realized he was squishing.

• "Come on over here."

• You nodded at your bf and looked up the anomaly. Kinda like "My man wants me so..." He let you go without any resistance. (His focus kinda fell off of you anyway🤷‍♀️)

• There was a eerie silence afterwards. The feeling of danger was there, but not enough to act...yet.

• "Listen closely, Hermano"

• ('THICK accent' Miles thought)

• "I'm really tempted to ram my claws through your chest,"

• "But we're in my girl's room."

• As he spoke, armor began to form.

• "So, I'm gonna be nice,"

• ...Miles knew who he was.

• "And give you a 5 second head start."

• The prowler.

• The claws. The purple color scheme. The terrifying digital eyes. It all resembled Uncle Aaron's suit. Suddenly, Images of his family flashed through his mind. He had to save his dad!

• In a matter of seconds, he had a plan. He shot a web at YOU and secured the sides. Of course, your Miles jumped to help you. But, that let him defenseless.

• Miles yanked himself forward bringing both feet into the other's chest. Promptly, crashing him through the door.

• "Sorry, Y/N!"

• He called, while running down the hall. Normally, he would NEVER use you in a plan. But, this was pretty serious. (Plus you were just against the wall, so you probably won't hate him) He yanked open the front door and slid down the stairs.

• This guy didn't just run from 1,000 spider peeps to get stopped here. That was until he got to the end of stairs. Another familiar face caught him. One that hurt.

• "Uncle Aaron...?"

• It was really him. Tall, chill, and bald. He even had the same fashion sense.

• "Miles?"

• It felt nice to hear his voice again. But he's been here too long to think it was actually his uncle.

• "What's with the suit?"

• The ex prowler asked. That made Miles feel a little self conscious. It was a cool look...right?

• "I thought you didn't like red-"

• A sudden sharp blow to the back cut off his hearing. Miles fell to his knees. Horrible dizziness was taking over. (Somehow) Looking through his legs, he saw black and purple jordans. Dang it...he...he let his guard down...

• "Do you think you killed him?"

• "No. If I wanted to kill him, I would've sliced his back open."

• "Ew, babe."

• "What? I would."

• This conversation awoke Miles from his darkness. He was tied to a chair and his back ached. He was caught. But he wasn't gonna let them know he was awake. From what he felt, they're 3 people in the room. You, this dimension's Miles , and... someone else. Anyway, he had to be careful. The prowler was strong and the unknown figure could be even worse. Slowly, he pressed his fingers against the ropes. Hopefully, the electricity would be silent.

• "What're we gonna do when he wakes up?"

• "I dunno. Maybe shake him down for answers?"

• "...Or I could kick his ass."

• (That kick did a number on his chest)

• "Maybe we should go with the answers. I wanna know where he came from."

• The ropes were beginning to snap! A little louder than he wanted, but a explosion was comi-

• Crackt!!!

• A steel (shoe) sole was smashed into his face. A pained grunt was only thing he could muster as it's force pushed his chair backwards. Blood oozed from his nose and lip. What the hell?

• "I told you he was awake."

• Great, the third person was his uncle. The shoe flew back, landing on his clone's socked foot. The mini prowler slowly approached him. (...Was he taller that him?) He stepped down on the middle of the chair.

• "Alrighty, hoss. Where'd you come from and when are you leaving?"

• The hero frowned, weighing his options. It was nice to see you, but he really didn't want to get any more acquainted with "Anti-Miles" over here. BUT, with his hands crunched behind him, he had to cooperate...well until he had a plan. He took a deep breath.

• "I don't know what universe...thing I came from, but I wanna leave as soon as possible."

• "It's important."

• Intrest entered Miles, but he chose to ignore it. He had no reason to listen to his shadow clone's life story. He already got his revenge so he just had to wrap this up-

• "What's the rush?"

• You asked, hopping on your boyfriend's back. Great, you're intrigued. Miles chewed the inside of his cheek. Normally, he'd tell you but...

• "Did you not hear her, bruh?"

• Irritation sat in the Anomaly's chest. This guy was seriously getting on his nerves. Oblivious (or ignoring) the tension, you continued to ask with your eyes. He couldn't say no to you.

• "My dad...could die."

• Saying it outloud made his chest tighten.

• "If I don't get to him in two days...a villain's..."

• He stopped and took a deep breath. He didn't wanna finish the sentence. You got the gist. (Plus, his eyes were welling up)

• "So that's why I gotta go imme-"

• The chair he was tied to suddenly flipped up and he was face to face with his double glaring at him.

• "Go where?"

• He said sourly.

• "This isn't your prissy, fluffy Brooklyn."

• "The place is hell at night, so you can't just go swinging around on a whim."

• He threw the chair the back, making the chocolate hero slam down hard.

• "Have a damn plan before you try to save someone's life."

• As irritating as that speech was, he had a point. He didn't know this dimension and darn sure didn't know how'd he leave. This was WAS a whim. But, it's not like he could sit here-!Suddenly, he felt a tap on his foot. He looked up.

• "Give me one second, hands-er, Miles."

• You whispered. You stood up and followed after your man. The next few minutes sounded...interesting. He heard talking at first, then it progressed into KISSING. Struggling. Uncle Aaron laughing and then a ticked off "fine." Did you just use the power of persuasion? and lips. Once again, he was yanked up, but this time by his suit. Dude looked extremely pissed off, but had to say something.

• "Let's..."

• The prowler heaved a angry sigh.

• "Let's go save your dad."

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Alright! I actually made a part 2! What'd you think about the escalation of ending scene? Pretty smart right? Just you wait till part 3! Stay cool, peeps!😎

#spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles 42 #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles x female reader #miles x reader #spiderman beyond the spiderverse #part 2 #purple color #the prowler #to be continued

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