celestial-angelz - Tumblr blog

celestial-angelz · 10 months

Text

NSFW warning: self reblog of my most recent work w/Miguel O'Hara :))

~Seek and Destory☠︎︎༒︎˚₊༺🕷༻₊˚

Miguel O'Hara x Female!reader

Warnings: 18+, female reader, smut, semi-noncon (at first), ex-boyfriend + pussydrunk!Miguel, biting (some blood), home invasion, (some) rough manhandling, size difference, small age-gap, mating press, creampie, (very bad Spanish, I'm not fluent and used Google to help some)

Note: this quick work was born from me talking to an AI Miguel chat bot, and it generated this response... (I almost fell off my bed)

The summer night air was heavy with polluted musk and humidity. You lived in a 2 room penthouse apartment by yourself in NYC, working as an intern reporter and junior executive editor for The Daily Bugle. You had just come in from work and returned to a poorly lit and silent apartment, setting your keys and bag on the kitchen counter, looking out at the illuminated cityscape through your wall-length windows.

You were a college student by day, and a reporter by night. You took a taxi back home and reminded yourself to text your coworker and best friend that you had made it home safely. You typed away with a smile after seeing the response they sent:

"Damn girl you had me worried! I keep telling you taxis are sketchy, just buy yourself a scooter or something!"

You walk to the large window in the living room, peering out over the buildings below you, and letting your eyes carry over to the skyscrapers above. And the longer your eyes wondered, you could've sworn you saw a figure or two scaling some of the buildings, only to disappear behind a builboard.

With a deep sigh, you move to the bathroom and start yourself a shower, picking out a cute, satin matching sleep set from Victoria's Secret and your favorite fragrance. You grab your speaker for music and disappear into your bathroom.

You're fresh and sweet smelling, skin supple and bouncy once you're done showering. Escaping to your bedroom, you turn on the tv to be shown a news report talking about another Spider-Man sighting in downtown Manhattan. Your heart skips a beat, yearning to see who it was, but then suddenly drops when you see they present the appearance of some scrawny kid in a black and red spider suit.

Your mood is now sour, quickly turning the tv off and sucking on your teeth, burying your face in your hands. With a deep breath, you return to the kitchen to pour yourself your favorite alcoholic drink.

It seems like everywhere you look and turn, you're reminded of him, afraid that escaping his memory is futile.

As you sit on your couch and sip on your drink, you look to your window, seeing a faint appearance of hand prints on the glass, too large to be your hands and realizing you hadn't opened your window today or been on the balcony. Your heart sank, immediately freezing in place where you sat on your couch as you refuse to blink.

Your eyes still trail, setting on a particularly dark area in the hallway that leads to your bedroom and bathroom. It's too dark to identify anything specific, yet you can sense that something is there. As your eyes burn, you can't stare any longer, finally blinking and resetting your focus on the hallway.

The shadow was gone.

Deciding that what you sensed was just your paranoia, you got up and went to your sink to rinse out your glass. As you reached over your sink to turn on the water, sudden body heat radiated behind you, paired with a strong smell of woody musk.

You opened your mouth to scream and backtrack to your room, however you were met with a broad chest to your back, as durable as cement. A large hand clasped over your mouth and another arm wrapped around your waist.

Whoever or whatever this thing in your apartment was, it felt... familiar.

"Did you miss me, darling?"

Your breath is caught in your chest, as the figure behind you grips your waist tight, pressing their hips into your ass. You whimper and fight against them with no luck of escaping, eventually giving up once the figure shushes you and commands you to stop.

"Coño, niña, stop being a fiesty brat and stay still-"

Hearing the rich voice behind you filled you with many emotions, so many that you couldn't bring yourself to speak once the person removed their hand from your mouth. You just stood there silently, hanging your head low above the sink. You wanted to throw up, that was certain.

While your feelings of disdain were apparent, you couldn't deny the chill that ran down your spine from feeling his warm breathing against your neck. Your body relaxed as much as possible in his grasp.

This semi-mystery figure in your apartment was your ex-boyfriend: Miguel O'Hara.

"What are you doing here, Miguel?" You grumbled between gritted teeth. While he couldn't see your face, he could tell you were pissed.

He couldn't blame you: he did leave you 2 years ago in persuit of building an HQ for "other spiders" he was sure existed. You were supportive of him, until he started talking about the existence of other universes with their own respective spider-person, and how he was actually from the future, 76 years later from 2023, was nonsense to you. But it was research and hope for a brighter future to him.

"I've been searching for you, y/n," Miguel breathlessly told you, insinuating he had been seeking for you on purpose.

"Could you be a shittier host?" He teased, lowering his head to nip at the nape of your neck, making you squirm. His broad hands groped you, exploring your plush flesh just as passionate as he used to. He felt the same, smelt the same, sounded the same. All of these atributes of him made you know it was him, you didn't need to see his face to know.

You could also tell it was him by the thick prodding of his cock against your ass. You scoffed as your cheeks grew hot. You turn around fully, coming face to face with the man who chose work over maintaining a relationship with you. His low lidded eyes prodded your features, taking in every hip, dip, and curve on your body.

"Calm down. I just dropped by since I was in town-" Miguel spoke, pulling his hands up in defense.

"Oh, sure, it was sooo practical for you to get here, despite how you're actually not from here, you're from the future," you retorted, crossing your arms and pouting at him, not buying his excuse. "You're not supposed to be here."

Miguel grew silent, dropping his head as he purses his lips. He clicks his tongue, murmuring under his breath. "I can't say I wanted to come see an old friend?" Miguel jaunted, leaning over you, resting his bulky arms on your shoulders, his crimson gaze piercing through you. After 2 years of somehow dating Miguel, you knew that this look meant nothing good. It meant trouble.

"Besides," Miguel lowly taunted, his lips centimeters away from your ear. "I wanted to make sure my pretty pussy is as tight as I remember."

Oh God, here he goes. Your face burns with embarrassment, and a hint of something else. 'His pussy?' You thought to yourself, neglecting to look at him. Miguel isn't fond of you ignoring him, so he takes matters into his own hands.

"Ah ah, mírame," Miguel growled, hoisting you up by the hips as he holds you against him. His hands are glued to the globes of your ass, gripping them possessively as he peppers hungry kisses on your cheek, which trail lower and lower the more worked up he gets.

"Tch, Miguelll~," you whine, turning your neck over to him on instinct as he nips and sucks below your ear. As hard as you tried to deny him, his cock angrily straining against his nano suit was pressed deliciously against the bottom of your ass. His fangs dragged against your supple skin, making you moan with carnal want the more he teased you.

You were just as needy as he was.

"Ay bebita," Miguel huffed in between delivering deep kisses and bites along your neck and jaw. "Don't be like that, now. You know you've missed me. So let me hear just how happy you are to see me... with those cute little noises of yours I love so fuckin' much."

His impatience got the best of him, as Miguel carried you over to your living room couch and placed you on your back. He was no better than a predator on the hunt for his prey. It should've been criminal with how feral and animalistic he had become, all because of you. His feral tendencies and inability to let you go led him back here, to you: About to stuff you impossibly full.

"Fuck~ tell me," he whined, looming over you as you laid pliant on your back, your own arousal betraying you as it soaked through your panties. "Tell me... just how badly you want this dick that I know you adore so much to breed you, cariño."

A pitiful whine escaped your throat, immediately discarding of your shorts and panties and spreading your legs wide for him. Shame had long went down the drain for you, as soon as Miguel broke into your apartment. Upon throwing your panties to the side, Miguel picked them back up, stuffing them away somewhere in his suit. You were surprised he didn't sniff them.

"Dime, mi vida," Miguel's voice trailing off into a strangled growl. If you didn't confess to him how badly you wanted him to fuck you, then he'd make you.

"Want you, Miguel," you whimpered, your own neediness close to consuming you. Your eyes were lust blown, your carnal desire for Miguel to breed you like he once did resurfacing. "Please-... want you to fuck me."

A low groan laced with an amused chuckle festered in his chest, deactivating his suit just around his cock giving you quite the eyeful.

"That's my girl, and you still know how to beg so prettily for me," Miguel hissed as he pumped his cock in front of you, guiding one hand up and down his shaft and the other rubbing sinister circles around your sensitive clít. You could howl with how his skilled fingers were toying with your cunt, wanting nothing more than to cream all over his dick as he filled you.

"M-Miguel, please!" You croaked, unable to handle him dragging out your need for a release, chuckling at your impatience. He found you as cute as ever, you hadn't changed a bit.

Without another word, Miguel plopped his heavy cock over your puckering hole, making you flinch as you held your legs back for him. You were already prepped and ready for him, your pussy long already committed his cock's shape and size to memory.

Your breathing grew heavier the longer Miguel's line of sight fell onto your beautiful face, glaring at you as if this would be the last time he would ever see you. He slowly pushed himself inside you, making you shudder with relief and pure bliss. Oh, you had missed this.

Already, Miguel was muttering curses of broken Spanglish under his breath as he built up a consistent pace to pound you, his heavy balls slapping delightfully against your ass. You curled your toes in pleasure, not censoring yourself as you produced those cute noises he had heard so many times before.

It was music to his ears.

"So fucking good, Miguel!" You cried as your hands and arms motioned to wrap around his neck. You shut your eyes to keep yourself from cumming so soon as your couch battered against the back wall.

"Lo sé, mamita," Miguel growled, his head already burried in the crook of your neck as he pistoned his thick cock in and out of your tight pussy, the nasty squelch of him digging in your guts making your stomach flip. Miguel's buff arms hooked underneath your legs as he pressed you deeper into the couch, shifting your thighs into your chest.

You were reduced to a mess of hiccups and whimpers as Miguel's assault on your poor pussy had no apparent end, the 2099 Spider hero being well known for his stealthy endurance and poor temperament. The animalistic growls, curses and groans that left his mouth made you go completely limp, his thick voice carrying something seductive in it you were sure was magic.

His woolfish hair had strands that fell down his chiseled face, bouncing up and down as he deepened his thrusts while he pounded you. And you were apparently out of practice, being unable to keep up with his ever changing pace.

"Miguel~ I'm gonna!" You cried out, gripping his broad shoulders for support as he moved powerfully against you. Your pussy fluttered around him as your moans rose in pitch and volume. You would have to apologize to your neighbors first thing in the morning, or move out and never show your face around here again.

"What? Does my pretty girl wanna cum?" Miguel whined false sympathetically, adoring the sloppy tears that ran down your flustered cheeks. He removed one taloned hand from the back of your thigh, placed it against your cheek to caress your face. He pressed his forehead against yours, his heavy thrusts showing signs of sloppiness.

"Mhm! Wanna cum on your dick, please?!" You begged. And if there was one thing Miguel was a sucker for, it was hearing someone beg him. Begging provides him with the key of control, having the ability to either give you what you want, or make you suffer as he watches you fall deeper into that slutty headspace you know he adores.

And he wants you to suffer.

"C'mon sweet girl~ Quiero sentir a la putita hambrienta de polla que sé que eres correrse en mi pene, ¿sí?" He growled, his own neediness coming out for full display.

And if there was another thing Miguel O'Hara was a sucker for, it was for exploiting your sexual potential. He had cum alone many nights since the two of you separated with the thought of you playing with yourself as you cried out his name, visualizing you melt into a slut just for him.

After 2 years with him, he has created an absolute monster.

Miguel removed his other arm hastily, pinning his rough thumb against your poor clit, making you lunge forward a bit as the coil in your stomach began to release.

"Please baby, I wanna cum for you! Make me cream all over this fuckin' dick~" you drawled, every word dripping with lust as it left your tongue. You hooked your legs around Miguel's thick waist, pinning him impossibly closer to you, pushing his dick even deeper inside you, inches away from your g-spot.

And that was it.

Miguel lost his ever loving mind.

"Such a good girl for me~" Miguel chuckled with a strangled groan, wasting no time to slam his hips into your pelvis as he retracted his sharp fangs and sunk them into the side of your neck, spilling his load inside your womb. He licked wet stripes along your neck, savoring the taste of your blood on his tongue.

You saw stars and fantastical things you never knew possible as you reeled back against the couch, letting go with a high pitched moan as you came all over Miguel's dick, shivering underneath him. Your hands fly to his back, digging your nails into the nano material of his suit. It was so easy for him to get an orgasm out of you regardless of how he fucked you. But it has been so long since he sunk himself into you and made you feel like you belonged to him undeniably.

It was his duty to protect and claim what was his. And what was his was you.

"Ay dios mío... fuck," Miguel cursed as he laid on top of you, his neck still burried in your neck, and his cock still burried deep inside your warm cunt. Feeling his weight on you brought you comfort and ease, never really thinking before about how much you needed this. Never really thinking about how much you needed him back in your life.

You giggle as your hands find their way into Miguel's fluffy, brown hair, massaging his scalp as his climax simmered down.

"Thank you, Miguel," you whispered softly as you laced his temple with wet smooches. And Miguel hummed and returned the affectionate favor, only placing his kisses on your waiting lips.

"You know I can't ever resist you, mi amor," Miguel responded, his lips swallowing yours.

You were actually thankful he came here to you tonight, whether it was true he was "just around New York City" in 2023 or was actually looking for you. He knew you were pitiful for him, and he was just as loony about you. But universe jumping made your first relationship possible.

And universe jumping is sure to rekindle this familiar but new relationship you will have together in the future.

#spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #fic repost #fic rec #softzawapng

2K notes · View notes