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koolcece22 · 15 days

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Drider Miguel

so in the discord I'm in we make Sona and a variant of Miguel. this is one of the Miguel I made.

so this earth-295 Miguel who Drider (the lower half of his body is that of a spider. Also he like 9ft tall) I made a short story on how he was turned into it. hope you enjoy

(TW: body horror, cannibalism, and child get really hurt. don't read if you are triggered by this !!!!)

it has been many months since Miguel quit Alchemax. It's more like he ran away as they essentially had him as a prisoner in the company. His work on gene splice and Bioengineering was useful for Alchemax, mainly to create a more addictive Rapture drug for King Pin Dana who has an open market for the drug. She and Tyler try to run the city by making people addicted. Miguel didn’t want any part of it as his goal was to help cure his daughter from an Autoimmune syndrome that had been with her plaguing her since she was a baby.

He went into hiding with his daughter as he continued his testing on a cure. He was one step closer to one, as he tested with a number of animals. weirdly enough spiders were the most compatible on the test of the genes. He was almost done setting up the last of the testing before he and his daughter heard an explosion upstairs. Miguel checked the cameras that his brother set up in the hideout and saw that Alchemax goons busted in and had the house surrounded.

They were nowhere for him or Gabriella to hide. The only place he thought of hiding was the testing pod. Wasn’t the greatest idea, but his options were small. Both he and his daughter hide just as the goon breaks into the basement. They scan around and look at his paper and computer work. Starting to steal data from the computer probably to give to Dana or Tylor. Gabriella whimper trying not to make to much noise but having to hold her breath with not well develop lungs made it harder. A cough split out and one of the goons heard her and at the same time, another goon hit a button that activated the machine that Miguel and Gabriella were in. seeing the machine was about to close on them. Miguel only had enough time to push his daughter out of it before it was completely close.

“Hey! There they are. Stop the machine!”

“I can’t! I’m trying to override it but nothing working!” the goon shouted trying to figure out how to spot him he made the machine go full power with 50% spider DNA still in the system. Miguel never went up to more than 5% he doesn’t know what 50% will do to him. He saw the light glowing brighter and brighter. As he was hit with a ray of gene-spicing energy. He can feel every adom being torn apart and reformed. He screamed in pain wishing for death as it felt forever.

Gabriella could only cry trying to get her father out of the machine as he heard him scream in pain one of the goons grabbed her pulling her away from the machine as they were ordered to bring her in.

“Shit he shocking dead. Shock! What we do know?!”

“We still got the data and the brat. Let bring her and-”

The screams stop as the machine finishes the process. It opened up with a bellow of smoke coming out of the machine as everyone heard a thud. They saw Miguel weakly crawling from his machine but something was wrong. His skin had a blueish tone to it and he looked very clammy. He was breathing hard and there seemed to be blood coming from his legs. Gabriella tries to help her father but the goon pushes her down and walks over to Miguel.

“He looks like a dead man. Let put out of your -” Before he could finish his sentence a Spider's leg shot out from Miguel's bleeding leg stabbing the goon in the chest. The goon stumbled back from being stabbed and fell down as comrades watched and stared in shock.

Miguel was processing what was going on his body felt very tight. Like he is suffocating him. He tried to focus on something or someone as he heard a sickly wet rip. He looked down on his leg and saw more skin was me torn from his body as more spider legs came out. He screams in pain as he can feel new bones made where his legs and lower back are. He can feel his body being pulled, stretched, and torn apart even more. He felt like the inside were on fire and his heartbeat was pumping faster than it had ever had before. He looked at his hands as talons tore on the tips of his fingers and the skin around his arm painfully ripped off from him with a sloppy wet noise similar to a wet towel. His new arms were twice as big and his skin was blue with some red blide-like spike coming from the side of the forearms.

Miguel hugged his body now ripped as many skins off as he could. Feeling the need felt so tight and small. More sickly rip was heard as his legs were replaced by a huge spider's abdomen and spinnerets that were the same color as his arm with a spider-like symbol on his back. He ripped the last of his old skin which was his head and back. His back has spikes going down his spine and his face now has eight red glowing eyes. His teeth fell out to replace with fangs and now chelicerae around his jaws.

Miguel weakly got up still hazed by his transformation unaware of how monstrous he truly became. Gabriella was shocked and scared of what happened to her father, before she could say anything she saw the goon that her father stabbed earlier weakly trying to get up as he aimed his gun at Miguel. Gabilla saw this and without thinking ran as fast as she could toward him. Miguel saw his daughter run towards as a shot rang out in the room. To Miguel, everything went slow-motion as he saw his daughter, his own flesh and blood collapse on to the floor. Gabilla was shot in the back.

Miguel rushes to her, trying to pick up and being careful with the new talons he has. She was so much smaller now in his arm.

“Gabi? Gabi?!” Miguel said checking on her to see if she was breathing or not. I was slow and painful.

“What the shock is that freak?!” more goons rushed into the basement seeing the 9ft spider creature in front of them. They had the guns pointed at it scared what it might do.

But Miguel didn’t care. All he cared about was that his daughter was hurt.

They hurt her.

They hurt his spiderling.

THEY WERE GOING TO PAY.

Everything became blurry to Miguel, the next thing that happened was there was a gunshot all around the room. There were ten men there but they were being torn apart. Some of their insides were drained when Miguel bit into them. The one goon who has the memory card. His leg was injured during the kill frenzy. He managed to almost make it to the upstairs door till he was dragged back down. The last thing Goon saw was red eyes that looked down on his prey.

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #drider Miguel #writing

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sosooley · 11 months

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arachnid miguel au

peter: well mark me down as scared AND horny

#spiderdads #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #across the spiderverse #atsv #my art #arachnid #drider #my atsv art

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spaceyderg · 7 months

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A phase spider Drider Miguel! Commissioned by @dollypants302

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #drider #monster design #arachnophobia #my art #tagging that just in case #the phase spider matriarch really resembles his suit #it's meant to be yall

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fuzziemutt · 9 months

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Drider!Miguel is rotating in my mind so I gave my own shot...

He's based on a Brazilian Jewel Spider! Some pics under the cut :^)

#spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #astv lyla #lyla #cw spiders #fuzzymart #Drider!Miguel O'hara

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appleblueberry-pie · 1 month

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I saw your post asking for yan Miguel asks:

I’ve been praying for someone to write about Miguel with a giant reader.

I dont even know if I want us to be a whole drider or just a Giant Woman™️ (lady Dimistrescu, my beloved). Or maybe both and we can final form an even bigger spider!

Sorry, I’m just excited to have a place to ask and I’ve had this in my head for so long 😅

It’s just been clinking around that in some spiders the females are much bigger and the males would have to like feed and appease her to try and mate without getting eaten.

And I am an absolute SUCKER for mating rituals!

I hope this catches your interest, thank you for reading 😊

Ooooooooooooooh my god? Yes? Why haven't I thought of this before??

DINNER IS THE DESSERT.

cw: mentions and threats of committing cannibalism. predatory tendencies. animalistic tendencies. sadistic and masochistic tendencies. public humiliation? scent kink. male sub + dom female.

Miguel is scared of you.

You....you aren't giving clear signals. He doesn't know what you want from him. All he wants is to please you, make you happy. He wants you to notice him and fucking love him. He wants to be yours. Not your dinner.

He used to be the tallest in the company. 6'10, 300 lbs. Ever since Jess softly introduced you and scattered off like a mouse, you have been the biggest. 7 feet fucking tall and one extra inch for decoration. 270 lbs and hungry for a mate. He can tell. Your scent wafts up his nose when he's in a 20 foot radius. And when he brings you a gift he think you'll love, he knows you don't like it when you stare down at him, almost disappointed in him, and lets the silence grow as everyone stares at the two of you. He awkwardly leaves when you don't say anything.

No one else will dare talk to you if they're interested because they know that they don't fit your standards. You're too fucking scary. No one. NO one can match your strength or even catch your interest besides him. And it's beautiful, because he's been obsessed with you and everything about you since he first met you. To be your bitch for the rest of his life is a dream come true. And to do that, he has to up his game. Attempting to intimidate you will get him killed. Simply offering himself to you will also get him killed. Actually, used, shown to everyone, and then killed.

And the only thing that has been working so far, has been giving you gifts. That's the only time he has a chance when it comes to communication and even winning a simple glance for your attention.

When you first introduced yourself to him, the both of you were alone. Peter and Jessica hated your energy, and Miguel was the only one that could possibly fight you off if you attacked them.

"Everyone thinks I might kill them if I get too close."

You were too close. He couldn't turn around. You were directly behind him, staring over his shoulder at his work. Not a single muscle in his body moved, his fingers stilled, his breath paused. Your body heat radiated off of your suit, doing nothing to filter the strong scent of your lust and hunger. Miguel felt your breath hit his neck and felt an urge to cry. He felt pathetic. His ears felt clogged as they began ringing, his heart beating out of his chest.

He heard you laugh silently. "You're scared." You took a single step forward, and your front connected with his back. Miguel was becoming overwhelmed with his emotions. Within the five minutes he had known you, he found out he was so utterly attracted to you, wanted to be your mate, and was so fucking terrified of you all at once. Your scent punched its way up to his brain and made him close his eyes with how pungent it was.

"Don't be scared." His heart dropped as he heard himself breathing again, at quite a rapid pace. "Let it happen." He flinched when your cold fingers, and then your hands, touched around his small waist. You exhaled and stared holes into the side of his face. He still couldn't move.

"You smell so good." His heart leaped at the praise and he found the courage to blink again. But then your lips brushed against his neck and he violently flinched, yelping in fear. You were going to eat him. Your hands tightened painfully around his body when he was about to thrash and he began hyperventilating in fear.

"What did I just say??" Your hot breath hit his ears and your words shattered his mind. Without thinking, he responded. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." You roll your eyes and step away from him, giving him the space he needed. Immediately, he gulped in as much air as he could. His shoulders relaxed slightly and he finally turned around to face you.

You looked as beautiful as he thought. If not, more. Your broad shoulders, muscular legs, sharp eyes and face. You looked down at his raging hard cock and frowned. "So fucking pathetic." You step closer and firmly grab his chin, his eyes turning the other way to not make eye contact out of fear. "It makes me want to taste you." Your words cause an accidental whimper to slip from his lips.

If Miguel knew that taking that serum was going to do this to him, he would've never became spiderman. He felt like he was going to urinate everywhere, climax in front of you, sweat up a storm, and scream for help all at once. He wanted to crawl underneath your skin and be one with you, but wanted to be far away from you at the same time. He felt a violent pull and push when around you and he felt it deep inside of him. Something inside of him screamed that this was his mate, and he was yours to please, and to do anything for your approval. You bring him light. He never was so conscious about his precious body until you came and threatened to kill him in his work space like you owned him. And maybe you already did. Because he's never felt his heart beat like this, he's never felt so alive. He wants you. He wants you.

You bring your eyes down to those lips. His fangs began to protrude and poke at his bottom lip as a natural reaction to a predator. Anything to stay safe and close to away from you. "I wanna have my fun with you, first." Miguel physically can't respond. He lets the silence build, his tongue heavy and numb. But then you let go and walk off like nothing happened. You haven't spoken ever since. And he's been trying to win your love ever since.

Miguel doesn't remember the last time he's had a real conversation with the rest of the spider community. Because all he's been doing is growling at people like a dog when it's not you. Lyla had to set up an entire other email account for people that want to reach out to Miguel and had Jess answer under the account name whenever she could. If you're not out scaring the spiders just from being there, Miguel is out there purposefully scaring people out of their socks. He wants NO attention on you besides his own, and he makes sure of it. Fuck monitoring the missions, fuck eating, fuck sleeping, and fuck the multiverse(for now), you need tending to.

All of his technology as of right now goes into finding out what you love most and what not to give you. He knows you like homecooked meals, he knows what types of clothes you enjoy wearing besides the typical spider suit, and he knows you love baked goods. He watches your everyday life in your universe and has a visceral reaction when he sees you entertaining men and women that come flocking towards you. You know that he wants you. You know that he loves you and would do anything to win you over. So then why on Earth are you talking to them??

As an attempt to forget about your "playful" disloyalty, Miguel has been making you home-cooked meals every day for your breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you wanted food anywhere else besides his universe, he'll let you choose the location. If you didn't want food, he'd ask if you wanted anything else. Massage? A hot or cold drink? Tired? Take a break, please. He can bring you to one of the resting rooms meant for healing Spider people who are injured, you get a pass. Don't like how long your mission is taking? He'll do the rest for you. All of his attention is yours. But recently, you haven't been reciprocating his advancements.

"Y/n...?" His heart skips a beat when he realizes you're staring at him like that again. You two were once again all alone in his office and you had him cornered. He looks off to the side to the multiple bags of things he was choosing to give to you that you'd enjoy. You had kicked them off of the platform. Clearly you wanted something else, he just couldn't figure out what. He didn't want to die.

"I'm getting bored."

You advance towards him and he stutters out, "What...? Dios mío, por favor, no me hagas daño. You know I-" "Shut up. Just...shut the fuck up." You sigh and rub your face. He stays still and lets you collect yourself. You wished that the smell of fear coming off of him didn't excite you as much as it did. "Why are you so stupid?"(My god, please don't hurt me.)

Miguel purses his lips. That's usually his line. But it's not like he isn't being stupid. He's like a child, blindly bringing their parent random things in hopes of gaining their approval. "Show me." Miguel blinks and looks up at you, confused. He opens his mouth to speak, but immediately shuts it to consider the possibilities. Do you mean himself? Show himself to you? He closes his eyes and inhales.....your scent. It smells so sweet now. You're trying to calm him. The corners of your lips slowly twist up and he understands.

You make him stand where you were, and you lean back on his work desk where he stood, crossing your arms. "Well?" He doesn't let another word slip out of your mouth and disengages his suit. He watches your eyes glint red and pulls down his (now) tight boxers that covered what you're probably wanting to see most. "No." His hands shoot to his sides and you stand to walk over to him. You stare him up and down, slowly circling him to get a full view.

"Think you can take me?" He nods at your question. "Speak." "Yes, I can take you." You place one hand on his lower back and press the softest kiss onto the crevice of his neck. It tingles with the feeling of your plush lips finally hitting his skin. "I don't know......I've heard about the small human women you've given yourself away to." No one compares to how you make him felt. He was offended that you thought his infatuation with you equated to random women he had with flings with to satiate his desire. He wanted to prove himself. Your nails suddenly feel so close to penetrating his skin, the more you touch him. He hears a churring noise come from your throat. And he tries to stop it in time, but he couldn't help reciprocating the same sound, now erupting out of his throat as well. You smile and bring yourself to stand in front of him again. "Is that what I am to you? A little human girl for you to share your seed with?"

Miguel shakes his head and opens his mouth, yet you interrupt him once more. "Then show me." Miguel's brain goes blank and his body feels light as he allows you to keep him safe to show you what his devotion means. He doesn't know if he'll live to see tomorrow or die blissfully to be your meal for the next few days. All he knows and wants and shall have are the next few hours to be yours completely. Body, mind, and soul in the ways he truly desired.

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c0ld0utside · 3 months

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NAVIGATION

Heyo, I’m really Cold and I use all pronouns. I write platonic yandere fics. Will either be characters from media, ocs, or just imagines.

RULES:

PLATONIC ASKS ONLY. Again, I write PLATONIC yandere fics. I won’t write smut, I won't write romance, so don’t ask for it. I mostly write male characters but female asks are welcome. If something in an ask rubs me the wrong way I will delete it. Reader will ALWAYS be gender-neutral.

READ THE WARNINGS. I’m not writing smut, but I will write fics that include things like: Manipulation, kidnapping, guilt tripping, obsessiveness, general unhealthy/toxic behaviors and other yandere themes.

If it makes you uncomfortable, don't read it! Move along and block this blog.

IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 16 DNI. Be careful with what you consume. I cannot stress that enough. Media will affect how you view things. Yanderes are not healthy and yandere behavior in real life is not okay. Fiction is different from reality and I do not condone the behavior.

-To be edited-

FANDOMS:

COD

Castlevania (Nocturne included)

Demon Slayer

Monsters

Spiderverse

The Mandalorian

TFP (Transformers Prime)

-To be edited-

MASTERLIST:

Yandere Royal Family

Yandere Dark Web Dad

"Monsters":

Yandere Drider Dad

Yandere Kitsune Dad

Yandere Mafia Vampire Dad

Yandere Werewolf Dad

Yandere Human Dad with a Monster Kid (Pt 1)

Yandere Harpy Dad

Yandere Dad with a Mer!Reader

Random:

Yandad with an overworked kid

SpiderVerse:

Yandere Miguel with an aggressive spiderling

REQUESTS: Closed!

Criticism is welcome!

#platonic yandere #yandere #yandere family #yandere x reader platonic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oc

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kitcatcrunch · 2 months

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👻 Monster Miguel Bots! 👻

Harpy

Minotaur

Drider

Vampire

Orc

Incubus

Naga

#spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #monster #monster fucker #character ai #chatbot

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sirbird · 2 months

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May I offer a tiny Mig in these trying times

#my art #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #atsv #miguel o hara fanart #arachnophilia fic #drider miguel #just need to hold em for a little #things have been kinda shitty just needed to draw something #I dont ask for much but I would like a hug #ignore these things just my dumb rambling #love y’all #and I hope y’all are loved

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politemenacephd · 2 months

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Arachnophilia: (Part Twenty-Two)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Aftercare, Miguel is still rutting, Reader is in heat, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Gentle PinV sex, Soaking.

Word count: 3906

When you woke it was slow, as even moving your eyelids felt laborious.

You didn’t remember going to sleep. Really, you barely remembered anything, spare the faint memories of being glued to Mig on the bed to engage in the sleepiest sex possible.

You were sore, exhausted, groggy and stiff. When you moved your legs even an inch they ached, and you could feel just from that that you were too weak to stand. Internally you felt stuffed, almost like his shaft was still inside you, but you realized quickly it was just copious amounts of cum mixed with the left-over soreness of being stretched and pounded well beyond human limits.

You could still feel the lingering fingerprints on your skin where he’d grabbed you, the lingering teeth marks on your neck where he’d bitten you to offer relief.

You let out a low groan. God, even the ache was enjoyable. You had been utterly used.

‘Mm…. Hey, Mig?’

You mumbled his name and wiped your eyes but got no response. As you adjusted to the dim light you began scrambling for any connection to the outside world, pulling up the watch still loosely hanging from your wrist.

You squinted at the bright light as it flashed to life, and then baulked in horror. Two whole days had passed. Two days lost to that pollen mist, two days of non-stop fucking, two days with no contact with anyone else.

You groaned and rolled on the bed. ‘Fuck, fuck…. Argh, fuck.’

As you rolled on the mattress you finally found Mig, who thankfully hadn’t left the bedroom either. He was fast asleep with his legs curled beneath his abdominal belly and his head in his arms, softly snoring and whining in his sleep.

You sighed and shuffled closer, nestling into the warm fluff of his body. He grunted and, in his sleep, pulled you towards him. He held you taut to his body, like a small plush doll, and you held him back.

‘Mig’ you whispered. He didn’t respond.

‘Mig’ you said a little louder. You patted his leg and watched it twitch, slowly stirring him back to wakefulness. His snores turned to grumbling.

‘Mmm… Arañita…’

He moved in a way that immediately made you flinch, with his arms sliding down to scoop your waist and pull you closer.

‘Woah, woah—no more, no more’ you said. ‘Stalemate, Mig, stalemate.’

At that he opened his eyes fully. He seemed confused. ‘No, more…. oh.’ His eyes widened as his memories flooded back, overloading his senses with everything that had happened over the past two days.

‘I… Oh, arañita, I—’ he pulled back slowly while still keeping you within his embrace, both as a gesture to show he was no longer in need of your body and to check it for damage.

‘Are you, okay?’ he whispered. You slowly nodded.

‘I’m… I’m okay, yeah.’

‘Are you sure? I didn’t hurt you?’ he whispered, his voice a little more desperate this time around. You shook your head.

‘I mean I’m- really sore, and, tired, but… I assume you are too.’

He sighed. ‘Ah- Yes, I, am. I never thought I would say this, but I would beg you please to not even, brush my genitalia for the next 48 hours, I fear I might… cry.’

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at that. Your monstrous, confident, potent lover was no more, and your sweet dork was back. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and he nestled into the touch.

‘Mm… How bad is the damage then?’ he mumbled sleepily. He raised his head to peer about the room and immediately choked in horror.

The room was saturated in cum to an almost comedic degree. On the bed, the floors, the walls, coating the thick dangling web left torn from the ceiling.

‘I…. Oh, dear.’ He swallowed hard as his brows furrowed. ‘Ah… I, did… Ah. Are you, sure you’re okay?’

He bent to sniff you, his hands gently squishing your belly and thighs. You raised your hands in an attempt to warn him but you were too late. ‘Wait, Miggy don’t—’

As he pressed on you and coaxed your legs aside you immediately felt more ejaculate leak out, revealing just how stuffed you still were. You looked away in embarrassment while Mig struggled to push down his arousal. Somehow, even after all he’d already done, it still excited him.

‘Ah—I’m so sorry, oh—poor arañita’ he blurted. Before you could say a thing in response he rushed straight into after-care mode.

He bundled you up and quickly spun a sheet of silk to saturate with his venom. He made about three of these in total, all of which he then smoothed over your body; two to cover your hips and thighs, and one very tenderly pressed to your sex. It had a strange, cooling effect on the skin and did quickly help to numb the pain.

He kissed from your inner thigh up to your cheek before pulling you close to rest in his fur. ‘Mi arañita’ he whined.

‘It’s okay’ you repeated. ‘It’s okay, I promise. We—both, went a little… wild, but, that’s nothing new. I can deal with it.’

‘I… Didn’t, even know it was possible to produce that much’ he murmured, more to himself than to you. He couldn’t help but fixate on the utter mess surrounding his bed, knowing that he’d tried to fit every single inch of that inside you. Again, to his great embarrassment, it still excited him a little.

‘I mean neither did I. I knew you were… virile, but, taking two whole days to run out?’ you noted with a yawn.

‘Ah… I don’t know if I even did run out. I don’t remember’ he grunted. ‘Did I run out, or—did you get too sore, or, did I get too tired? I-I don’t know.’

‘You MUST have run out’ you insisted. ‘There’s no way you just, kept producing that much cum for two days.’

‘I don’t know’ he said shyly. ‘I… Maybe, I did. I mean I remember we did start to slow down but I thought that was just the pollen losing its grip.’

‘We did?’

‘Ah, yes. Do you not remember?’

‘I remember when you, uh—’ you paused as you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, ‘I remember you, sticking me to your belly so you could just, be permanently inside me, so you could cum when you needed to.’

You saw Mig’s eyes twitch, his lips pursing hard to hold back any unwanted noises. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this right now.

‘Mm… Yes, we did that for a while, and then you fell asleep, so I stopped. I… rubbed myself on the sheets and, smelled you for comfort, then you woke up and begged for more, I—tried to just stimulate you with my fingers to avoid making you sore but you were… insistent. So I came in you again. Then we both fell asleep, and, upon waking we would mate every, hour or so, I’d say, then every three hours until… we fell asleep, again.’

You stared at him as he spoke. You did vaguely remember what he was talking about. There were fuzzy, erotic memories lingering at the back of your mind in blurry detail; the flash of a plush, red cock filling you up, the sound of him grunting, the pleading for more than his thick, calloused fingers.

You coughed to push down any possible brewing of sexual tension. You couldn’t handle any more.

‘Right. Right, so… you didn’t run out, we just, got sleepy. My goodness you are terrifying.’

Mig gave a shy little laugh. It always looked so strange to see that hulking, muscled, hairy man coyly shrugging his shoulders. ‘I apologize again, mi tesoro. I didn’t mean to overload you.’

‘No, don’t apologize, just… my god, do you not feel like- drained? Or, tired, or… empty, for lack of a better word? Is your body just a, literal cum factory?’

Again, Mig shrugged. He seemed both bashful at the attention you were showing his body and a little bit proud of how shocked you were. ‘I feel… tired, and, sensitive there, but, not empty, no. I believe the pollen may have just coincided with my usual rut cycle so my body is prepared specifically to produce as much as possible.’

‘With your usual… Wait, do you think I’m also—’

Mig bent before you could finish, his nose nestling into your neck to take a deep, heavy sniff. You felt the air brush your skin as he breathed in and out.

‘Mm… Yes, you are in heat’ he said, blunt as ever. ‘That would explain your eagerness.’

‘Oh…. Shit, already?’

‘It has been a month or so. We should have been prepared’ Mig said matter-of-factly. For once his blunt, pragmatic attitude grated on you.

‘Uh…. This is gonna be so annoying to explain to—’ you paused midway through your rambling as a new, horrifying realization hit you. Mig watched as you frantically scrabbled with your watch.

‘SHIT—Shit, we didn’t—tell anyone at the HQ we’d been gone, shit—’

You’d completely forgotten about the HQ, and about your obligations to them. If you’d vanished after a mission for two days without warning there was bound to be trouble waiting for you.

There was something that worried you much more, however, and that was the fact you’d left Miguel at the HQ after the pollen fight. He could have said or done anything in the time you’d been incapacitated with lust.

You drew up a list of contacts and immediately went to Jess. She picked up quickly, and without delay you went into a manic monologue trying to salvage your relationship with the society.

‘Hey, Jess I- I’m so, SO sorry, about being gone, I know I promised we wouldn’t have any more un-notified absences, but I can explain—’

‘What? What do you mean?’

You blinked as Jess’s voice floated through. That wasn’t what you’d been expecting to hear at all. Why did she sound confused? Why wasn’t she angry, or concerned?

‘I- Me and, Mig being, gone the past two days—’

‘Yeah, I know’ Jess said. Now she sounded really confused. ‘Of course you’re gone, you put in the paperwork.’

Slowly your face condensed into a frown. You hadn’t had the foresight to send in a leave of absence, had you? You glanced at Mig and awkwardly covered the watch with your hand. ‘Did- Did you, file for absence?’ you hissed.

Mig furrowed his brow in a sweet little imitation of your own confusion. ‘I- Mi arañita, I was strapped to your vaginal cavity, I could not—’

‘AT- SHH, SHH- oh my god, Mig!’ You violently shushed Mig and his overzealous oversharing as the watch audio crackled beneath your palm. He obediently silenced himself.

‘We— Sorry, Jess, ah- we, didn’t file paperwork for this’ you said slowly.

‘What do you mean you didn’t? Miguel gave me the signed paperwork two days ago, made me hand it into HR’ Jess said. Her voice had gone from confused to mildly annoyed, but you didn’t reply.

You had fully frozen up. Miguel? Miguel gave her paperwork to give you both time off? Why? You were sure he would have been the one to sabotage you, to imply you’d run off from your duties again so you and Mig would get kicked out, especially after how things left off.

You thought about his snapping teeth, his violent possessive grabbing of your body as he rubbed himself against your back while Mig rubbed up on your front, and immediately felt a flush fill your cheeks.

But, he’d just, handed in paperwork for you…?

‘So… So, wait, Miguel already signed us off?’ you said.

‘Yes! How do you not—it was signed, and everything, by both of you. He said you were- dealing with some stuff and needed time out, for about a week or so. Did Miguel fake the papers or something?’

‘Ah- No! No, we- do need time off, just uh… I guess, I, forgot. That’s all. Sorry. Thanks Jess!’

In a panic you slammed the hang-up button and turned to Mig. He looked just as confused as you.

‘So… Miguel, signed us out?’ you slowly repeated. Mig furrowed his brow. The mention of that man still seemed to spark a great, unrulable fire of conflicting feelings in him.

‘It…. Would seem so’ he said slowly.

‘But why?! Why would—After what happened, why would he do us a favor like that?’

‘I don’t know’ Mig grunted. He was avoiding eye contact now, his gaze fixed on the wall.

‘It doesn’t make sense, he—’

You turned mid-rant as a low beeping noise filled the room. Your watch was going off again. You raised it expecting to perhaps see Jess, or maybe even Miguel, but you were surprised to see Peter’s name flashing up on the screen. You clicked receive.

‘Hey, Peter, now’s not a great time—’

‘Hey! Hey guys, sorry uh, won’t be long, I really just-- Have you guys seen Miguel?!’

Your frown grew deeper. Okay, this was getting very strange now. ‘We… No, we, haven’t seen Miguel for a while’ you replied cautiously.

‘For a while—o-okay, when did you last see him?’ Peter asked. You noted that he sounded out of breath.

‘We—saw him roughly two days ago, why?’

‘Ah, shoot—okay, okay, no worries. He uh- He hasn’t been reachable, for about two days, we went around the HQ and did a few little things before saying he needed to deal with some stuff and just- vanished. Just, vanished.’

‘Huh… Okay, um- well, I’ll let you know if I see him’ you said after a moments silence.

‘Yeah! Yeahh, please do, ah- he hasn’t been in a good headspace for a while, I just- I’m worried about him. I’m sure it’s fine, I just… Never mind, thanks guys. Take care!’

The watch hung up with a click, leaving you and Mig staring at each other. The confusion between you had only deepened.

‘So….’ you said slowly.

‘So…’ Mig replied.

For a minute or so you both sat in silence. You were both trying your best to make sense of what you’d just heard, but in the end Mig couldn’t stand to be alone with his thoughts.

‘I um- I think I should wash you, mi arañita’ he said. ‘I will clean myself as well, but, you definitely need it.’

‘Hmm? What? Oh—Oh, I can wash myself, Mig, you don’t—’

‘Arañita, I do’ Mig insisted, gently but firmly interrupting your rebuttal. ‘I do, need to wash you. Because you will not be able to stand on your own, let alone run the water and bring it to the bath. Do you understand?’

You huffed a little at what felt like babying to you, until you remembered how your legs had buckled at just the act of rolling in bed. As you moved them again beneath the sheets you realized he was right; you couldn’t hold your own weight.

‘I—Okay’ you sighed. ‘Okay. Let’s- clean up.’

As Mig cleaned the room and ran you a bath you both had time to think.

For you, Miguel’s sudden change of heart was worrying. Could he actually have started feeling bad? He had run in to help you, which was something at least, but the more you thought about it the more you realized how foolish it was to give Miguel credit for the bare minimum. He’d been an absolute demon for your entire relationship, and now he’d just changed out of nowhere? Whatever was happening, you needed more evidence than just this before you were willing to speak with him again.

Mig, in contrast to your own thoughts, was far more cynical. He had glad to hear that Miguel was gone, but he hated himself for still being partially worried about the man. He’d thought after the fight he’d stop caring completely, but Miguel was still him. They were still intertwined, and they still had a history of trying to support each other.

He just couldn’t see his sudden act of generosity as anything other than a ploy of some kind. An attempt to make them feel in debt to him, or a way to suck up to you for his own needs perhaps. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it.

He just tried to focus on the here and now.

Mig used heated water from the firepit in the middle of the den to fill a wooden bathtub, and while it was heating, he tried his best to clear the bedroom of his copious ejaculate. He certainly did his best with his cumbersome spider paws.

You lounged about until it was time to go, and when the bath was ready you let him carry your weak, exhausted body through the tunnels and into the little makeshift bathroom he’d built beneath the earth. He lowered you down into the steaming water with absolute care.

The water was an absolute life saver as it covered your bruised skin and sore muscles. You practically collapsed into the warmth.

‘Fuck…. Oh that’s so much better’ you moaned. Mig purred and rustled with pleasure to see you relaxed.

You lay back as he removed the strips of silk on your skin and used his human hands to clear you of two days worth of sweat, slick, spit and god knows what else, all in a sweet and comfortable silence.

It wasn’t until he was halfway through cleaning that he spoke again.

‘Ah, arañita?’

‘Mhm?’

‘I—About, the, fight. With, Miguel’ he started, his voice slow and awkward. You opened one eye and silently gestured for him to continue.

‘I want to apologize, mi arañita. I- I don’t, like how I acted back there.’

‘Hey, it’s fine. It was the- whatever that stuff was.’

‘I… I meant, the violence’ Mig murmured.

‘Yeah, I know. It was the stuff, the—pollen or whatever. I know it made you a little loopy.’

‘I’m not sure it was just the—jealousy’ Mig rebutted. ‘

‘I don’t- want to be like him. I don’t want to be angry. I’m- scared, of being angry’ he said, his voice dipping. ‘Whether he deserved it or not, he… It’s not what I want for me. It’s not what I want for you.’

Your face softened as you realized what he meant. He didn’t want to believe his past mistakes might have been intrinsic to his nature, that he and Miguel were, as he feared, stuck in a cycle of violence and revenge.

You reached out to stroke his cheek. ‘Hey. You’re okay. I know it was the pollen, because god knows that man’s fucked with us before, and you never acted out. Plus… I mean even if it wasn’t, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it.’

‘Mi arañita, don’t say that—’

‘But it’s true! You weren’t…. Ah, look, it—you have always, always, acted in self-defence. Miguel grabbed me. He told you to stop him. You did.’

Mig stiffened his lip as you quietly acknowledged what he was thinking. You didn’t say it outright, but you were both thinking the same thing. About Dana, about his past.

‘I still trust you’ you said gently. ‘I mean, I trusted you enough to let you fuck me afterwards. Like, thirty times. Clearly you didn’t scare me that badly.’

Mig gave a soft chuckle at that. ‘I suppose that is true. Though, I’d bet it was more than thirty, mi tesoro. Far more.’

You chuckled back. Without thinking Mig allowed his mind to wander, back to those past two days. Back to the sight of you penetrated on his shaft, to the sounds you made as he moved inside you, to the feeling of unloading himself into your willing body.

A soft whimper escaped his lips. He couldn’t help it. He’d daydreamed in that haze about watching you get round and plump with his offspring, of his seed taking to you with ease. It was what his body craved so badly; he couldn’t escape the pleasure of that fantasy even if he knew he shouldn’t.

So much cum. So much virile seed. So much wasted, and yet so much still left inside you.

You’d most certainly taken most of it into your womb by this point, he thought. He’d probably stuffed that too. A sweet, soft part of you was filled with him, with his genetic imprint. Even if not pregnant you were carrying him.

A low shudder went through his body. Oh no. That rut. That heat. He felt his phallus beneath his thick fur stirring and throbbing as blood rushed to fill it.

His first thought was to leave, to give you space, but as he bent down to apologize he heard you mewl. You were slumped in the tub, your thighs slowly shifting against each other to offer a small bit of stimulation.

Oh no. It was hitting you too.

‘Ah… arañita’ he whispered. The sound of his voice made you squirm. You could feel it, that white hot pain in your gut that could only be relieved one way.

‘Arañita, you’re still sore. We can’t’ he hissed. You panted a little and he had to physically clamp a hand on his slit to stop his erection bursting forth. You didn’t help matters by continuing to let soft, pathetic whines escape your pursed lips.

It was like magnetism. You were drawn to him, even though you anticipated the ache you knew it would be less painful than the tug in your loins for consummation. Mig knew it too.

In a frenzy he pulled your body from the water and held it to him with his hands and forelegs, perfectly spreading your legs apart around his flurry abdomen. You were dripping wet, completely naked in his grip. His breath steamed as it swirled around his barred fangs.

‘Just…. Just, a bit, I—I’ll do this, gently, to make it stop’ he whined. You frantically nodded, and you let him have you again.

Mig stuck to his word. He pushed only the very tip of his cock inside you and began to tenderly rub it around the rim of your cunt, refusing to fully enter. You let out a low moan of relief at even that subtle touch, that tender probing. It felt good to fixate on his touch, on the way his thick shaft curiously penetrating back and forth, all while giving you a perfect show. You got to lie back in his grip and watch it moving, poking, teasing, tasting, desperate to fill you again.

He teased you quick, pushing just to end the agony in both of you, teasing and rubbing himself on those soft, gummy walls. It didn’t take long for his overstimulated body to tip.

'Must- breed- you-'

The moment he peaked he gripped you tight, forcing himself to remain only an inch or so inside you. You gripped him back.

‘F-Fuck, Mig—!'

With a violent groan he orgasmed in almost total stillness, allowing those thick ropes to coat what little space remained on your insides. You relished in the sweet, warm release that he offered, that addictive rhythmic motion of being touched and filled. You got to watch that too. You got to watch that plush, red shaft pulsing and expanding as it filled you, and you got to watch it dripping out.

The moment he was drained he pulled out and lifted you up to his face. In a dizzy state he licked at your cunt, gently slathering it with venom to ease any soreness he’d caused. You whimpered the whole time, quietly thanking him.

With a sigh he lowered you back into his arms.

‘Okay… Let’s, get you back to bed’ he panted. ‘This is… this is going to be a long week.’

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Have you seen any of the Drider!Miguel fanart? I love that concept as an AU for him since it's basically just a reimagining of him being 50% spider in a much more visually striking way.

Any thoughts on Drider versions of Miguel and/or other Spiderpeople? What spiders would you imagine for the spider-half of their bodies? (If you don't like spiders, feel free to ignore this part - or this whole ask - LOL!)

Hi moot!! :D I haven’t seen any of the fan art actually :( very sad but I’ve done some research and wow, I love the idea of Miguel being a drider.

I’d like to think that his lower body would be some sort of mix between a wolf spider or tarantula? Maybe? And it also being a striking dark-ish blue with red markings patterned on his legs and abdomen. Or a black widow, but only the females have that red hourglass marking so idk.

I was originally going to go with wolf spider for the bottom half but then I saw that they don’t make webs since they hunt and I kinda liked the thought of Miguel lounging around on a giant web doing his usual monitoring of his society so I just thought it would be fine to make him a mix n match of a bunch of different spiders since it kinda fits with his origin in the comics.

(I’m deathly afraid of all and any spiders so :D tried my best to avoid looking too much at them on google.) since he’s physically half spider now he’s going to be a whole lot bigger. Obviously. He’s already huge without the spider half but with? That man is massive and completely more in tune with his spider side. He kinda has to be since he’s spider from the lower half down.

for something so huge he’s disturbingly quiet. Eight legs proves for insane mobility and stealth. He’s more balanced than a four wheeler on concrete and probably stronger than one too. The horror element is strong in this one.

I feel like he might be a bit more instinct driven when it comes to people he cares deeply about. They’re like a constant stream of secondary thoughts underlying his usual human rationale. A quiet blip of hey, some of the kids are injured, you need to bundle them up and store them away or Peter is trusting mayday to us, keep her safe always, she’s going to fall, why did he give her webshooters, hold her close etc. it’s basically a very mixed muddle of semi organized human and spider instincts/thoughts threading together to form coherent words in his head. Sometimes one side is more in control than the other. It just depends.

since Miguel really doesn’t like being Spider-Man in the comics and also probably the movie, he probably hates being half spider too. He hates being inhuman, feeling like some sort of monstrous being who’s made for nothing but the lowest form of sentience and bloodshed. His fangs don’t retract like they do in the movie, his claws are longer and sharper, but he still tries his absolute best to seem human to people. Poor guy can’t catch a break.

he gets kinda clingy in certain times of the month when his spider instincts start going rampant with the need of being close as possible to whoever he’s currently fixated on. Or multiple people. And the fixatipn never goes away, it just gets a little more easy to ignore during other times. Any of the spider kids or his closest second hands (Peter, Jess, etc) are all up for grabs in his mind. It’s even worse if he knows one of them are hurt or emotionally troubled. To his spidery side, he’s the main protector, he’s the one who’s meant to make sure everyone’s still alive, still in one piece. After all, his precious spiders are… not as spidery as him. They don’t have the necessary amount of limbs, they’re much smaller than him, they don’t even have claws like him! who’s going to protect them if he’s not there?

When he’s in that kind of mindset he’s not really too bothered by the idea of nomming them either. After all, he’s just making sure they’re safe and warm, tucked away in his belly securely. And what other place is safest in the world than with him? Besides, some parts of his human side agree too. They’ve already had one precious spider slip out of their grasp, disintegrating into thin air so… y’know, can’t have that happen again. He’s calmer when he knows where they are constantly. He’s like a helicopter parent. Except ten times bigger and grumpier. But yeah. Any spider that manages to worm their way into his heart will inevitably land under the umbrella that is the mess of his protective instincts. I’m so sorry for not doing the second part of ur ask 😭 I hate spiders a bunch and I don’t really want to research more of them so I can find which ones would match each spider person. Maybe a black widow for miles since they’re usually red and black?

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #spidervores #S: spidervores #spidervore #nonsexual vore

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