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127rkives · 1 year ago

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uhhhh idk if anyone has discussed this before but... miguel likes to eat pussy from the back!!!

like idk, every once in a while, his brain goes brrrr and something short circuits. idk chalk it up to stress but it's more like some feral, animalistic urge. he can’t really explain it. it’s almost as if someone flips a switch, his mind goes blank except for the thought of needing to be with you, under you, in you. he has to stop whatever he’s doing and go find you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

and as soon as he makes it home to find you relaxed on the couch, he's flipping you over, contorting you face down ass up, and he’s nuzzling into your clothed pussy like a dog in fucking heat. when he’s finally spent just enough time shrouded in the scent of you, he's yanking your shorts off. he’s been at this for approximately 2 minutes but there's already a wet patch in the center of your panties. that sight makes his pupils dilate before going in for the kill. his claws come out to rip your panties to shreds right before he straight up nose dives into your pussy, and granted you can feel him, the action still catches you off guard enough for you to emit a loud gasp. it’s just too much too fast. “mig- ohhh!~”

“mmm... mmmf” miguel gets so much satisfaction from tasting you that he releases moans of his own. they would be bouncing around the room and intermingling with yours except right now he can't bring himself to pry his tongue from the slick walls of your cunt.

“oh my gosh- miguel!”

hearing you raise your voice in alarm while saying his name is enough to make miguel pause for a second. you take the moment of reprieve to look over your shoulder— huffing and puffing— only to be stunned by miguel’s animalistic look. his curls are messily hanging near his eyes which are dark, yet spacey as if he’s on another planet. his lips are parted just enough to show a peek of his fangs as he breathes heavily through his mouth after suffocating himself with your pussy, and a gleaming mixture of his spit and your slick is smothered over half of his face and all the way down to his collarbone.

“m- miggy could you just give me a few seconds?” you ask. miguel tilts his head to the side and scoffs. a curt “no” is all you get before miguel locks his arms around your thighs to drag you back to his watering mouth. you don’t have claws like miguel but if you did the couch cushions would definitely be in shreds from the way you’re gripping them.

the wet slurps of miguel’s tongue lapping at your cunt are soon paired with two of his thick fingers easily slipping in thanks to your arousal. he scissors them for a moment before adding a third. the speed he uses to pump them in and out and the feeling of his slightly calloused fingers against your gummy walls leaves you floating in the clouds. you’re brought crashing back down, however, when a deep groan from miguel sends sparks up your spine. soon enough you feel pressure building at the bottom of your stomach, only it doesn’t feel like it usually does. in a fit of panic you try to drag yourself out of miguel’s grip.

“ohhh my go- miggy!” it’s all you can do to let out little slurred calls of his name, but it doesn’t matter. miguel’s not stopping until he’s satisfied. your escape attempts are useless, but the wiggling is enough to piss him off.

“querida. don’t move so much. be good.” but you can’t be still. the tingly feeling in your tummy is growing and all you can do let out breathy moans as you thrash around in ecstacy.

“ahh- i can- can’t help it!”

all of your moving loosened miguel’s grip too much for his liking. in less than a second, he's yanking you back towards his mouth and hoisting your hips just high enough to wrap his lips around your cute little clit.

one hard suck is all it takes before you’re squealing at the top of your lungs. a scream of “miguel!~” is the only thing leaving your lips while your vision goes white and your breathing stops for a second. miguel is unrelenting behind you, switching to messily swiping his thumb across your clit and shoving his tongue back into your pulsating cunt in an attempt to catch every last drop squirting in to his mouth.

even when your arms give out beneath you and you faceplant into the couch miguel is still lapping at your outer lips like he’s been saved after being stranded in the desert for a year.

and like that, it’s like the switch in his brain flips again. he smooths his hands up and down your trembling thighs and scatters kisses in a path up your back to the nape of your neck. “you okay, cariño?” a weak “mhm” is all you can muster up as you turn your head to flash miguel a floaty smirk. he smiles and chuckles, recognizing the foggy look in your eyes. covered in a sheen of sweat and high off the feeling of him is just one of the times miguel thinks you look the most beautiful.

after ghosting his hands across your skin and giving you a few minutes to calm down, miguel goes to gently move you to his lap. he buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling all of you. with the little strength you have, you wiggle around in his lap attempting to get comfortable but something is in the way-

“ohh~” miguel’s breath is hot on your neck as he groans into it. his fangs graze your skin, his hands grasp onto your hips for dear life and oh...

someone flipped the damn switch again...

#rkived: studio #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel smut #miguel thirst #spider-man 2099 smut #spider-man across the multiverse smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #way longer than this was supposed to be buut oh well

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noxcheshire · 2 months ago

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I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

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thebibliosphere · 10 months ago

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I feel like I've complained about Tim's email situation in Gotham Knights before (edit: I have), but the truth of it is just so funny.

He's signed up for so many podcasts, video game streamers, and random news alerts; it's just a constant barrage of data going straight into his constantly whirring brain. Hell, he even floats the idea of the Batfamily having their own podcast as a way to correct misinformation about them (which Jason shoots down instantly), and it's made me realize something.

Timothy Drake would be a YouTuber.

In this universe specifically, Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir to Drake Industries and the foster son of the late Bruce Wayne would be a YouTuber.

Think about it. It'd be the perfect cover. Who would ever suspect that some 16-year-old nepo baby with a YouTube channel could ever be Red Robin? You'd have to be mad. I mean, look at him.

Red Robin just dropped out of literal thin air and garotted someone four times his size, and you expect anyone to believe that's the same kid who does 24-hour Minecraft charity streams and occasionally drops 6-hour video essays (his last one was on Lex Luthor's illegal bit mining operation on the moon)?

That kid?

You think that kid is Red Robin?

Ch'yah, okay, sure. And the Joker is funny 🤡.

#gotham knights game #I'm now incorporating this into all my Tim headcanons across the multiverse #twice a week as part of maintaining his Normal Teenager Identity #he streams random shit on YouTube/Twitch #he's got the full gamer set up in the background #LED lights around the ceiling and walls #rainbow keyboard/headset #mini fridge filled with Monster Energy Drinks #(other streamers have 'take a shot' prompts in chat. his audience has 'drink water before you die')#whenever he hosts a charity stream Bruce makes an appearance in chat via the official Wayne Enterprises account #and promises to match whatever they raise #and then hangs about for a bit to cheer Tim on #he's the epitome of 'are ya winning son?' meme #meanwhile off screen #Tim's keeping an eye on a seperate monitor #and helping Babs run remote ops #if his stream suddenly dies (which is does fairly often) he blames it on the Manor having shitty wifi #and that tracks #it's an old house #it's probably FILLED with lead and dead signal spots #in reality Tim killed the stream because Red Robin is needed #and no one will ever know

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collieii · 1 year ago

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someone probably said this already but in spiderverse i think it's interesting how when pavitr was first introduced everyone thought something bad was gonna happen to him bc of how confident and optimistic he was. and then in the actual movie we see that something bad was supposed to happen to him (police chief dying!) but it doesn't! miles stops it! and miguel berates miles for this, says it's going to cause the universe to collapse or whatever.

there's this idea that tragedy is inherent to spidermans growth, and while it's true that some spiderpeople learn important lessons through loss, no one stops to ask, is it really necessary? yeah, maybe the chief was supposed to die. but why does spiderman have to be formed through tragedy? why do we (as heroes) have to let people die? pavitr didn't lose anyone, and he's still a good spiderman! maybe, if he doesn't suffer, he'll end up better off for it!

so while miguel is arguing for all this big picture stuff about saving the multiverse he's lost sight of what it really means to be a spiderman, he's not looking out for the real individual people. yeah it's just one person who would die, but that one person means something to someone. shrugging and saying "stuff just sucks sometimes, we can't do anything about it" is the opposite of what superheroes do. pretty obviously, miles arc is also a reflection of the struggles people face in real life, working within unequal systems, where it's easy to shrug and say "that's just the way it is" and not ask "but why does it need be this way? can't we do something about it?"

miguel is arguing that you can't have your cake and eat it too. presumably, miles and co. are going to find a way to get around that and change things for the better (and maybe that's why miles has that line about two cakes in the advisors office!)

#across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #break from my regularly scheduled trigun posting for spider posting #i'm actually kinda eh on the idea of the canon and police chiefs dying it is not my favorite plot point #but like any sane person i love spiderverse so #actually still think i like the first one more but wroaw much to think about #spiderverse #atsv #.lieii #i only watched the movie once so hopefully this is all accurate #i feel like this is all really obvious my point was like #pavitr being an example of a spiderperson who is still successful without going through all these awful things #and you think despite all this stuff about the multiverse how does he feel about the chief being saved? hes probably rly grateful right?#i mean maybe something terrible will happen to him in the next movie but. yk what im saying #.lieii txt

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simplyholl · 2 years ago

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Across the Multiverse PT. 2 [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

W/C: 2K

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Angst. Incorrect use of multiverse travel.

You can find Part 1 here.

It’s been a few weeks since Loki and I hooked up. We have been pretending it never happened, which is easier said than done. That night hasn’t left my mind. The way he touched me, how he claimed me, all the orgasms he gave me. I lost count after five, my brain went foggy after the fourth one.

To him, everything is normal. The same banter while training. He still takes one of my pancakes every morning at breakfast. Every weekend, he still brings a different, nameless woman into his room. Tonight is another party, another night of wishing it was me under him instead of whichever model wins the Loki lottery tonight.

Natasha, Wanda, and I lounge on the leather sofas enjoying our drinks. “I’m going to sleep with Bruce again tonight.” Natasha beams. “Y/N, why don’t you ever take anyone back with you?” I sit my drink down, turning to face the girls. “I think I almost had Bucky a couple weeks ago, but it didn’t work out.” Wanda smiles sympathetically. “Why can’t we all be like Loki and have them lined out the door?” We all look over to him dancing with the hottest girls at the party.

“Bucky is looking at you, Y/N. Maybe tonight’s the night.” Nat nudges me playfully. I roll my eyes at her noticing Bucky walking over. “You owe me a dance since we were interrupted last time, doll.” He takes my hand leading me to the dance floor. The slow melody plays through the speaker as he holds me close.

I can’t help but be reminded of last time. I let him hold me while I pretend it’s Loki’s strong arms, I’m in. It feels so wrong. I sneak a glance at Bucky’s face. He misreads the situation, leaning in for a kiss. The lips I was so desperate to kiss mere weeks ago now feel like poison against my own. I place my hand on his shoulder, breaking the kiss. “Bucky wait.” He stops immediately searching my face for clues. “What’s wrong?” “Sorry, it just, uh, something feels kind of off.” “It’s no problem, Y/N. Have a good night.” I weakly smile at him before taking off to my room. I slam the door behind me. How could I be so foolish? What was I thinking? A loud knock stops my thoughts.

I open the door to find Loki standing there. “Darling, are you alright? I saw that animal Barnes groping you. Then you disappeared. I had to be sure you were unharmed.” “He wasn’t groping me. I’m fine, Loki, I just got tired of the party. You should go back. Your dates won’t know what to do without you.” “None of them held my interest, love. I was hoping to have you this night. Follow me.” He takes my hand in his heading for the elevator. “Where are we going?” He presses the button for the thirtieth floor. “We are going for a little midnight swim.” We stand in front of the entrance for the indoor pool. Steve’s note in big red letters reminds us “No swimming after 10 pm.” “Steve will kill us if he finds out.” “Fret not darling, he won’t.” Loki waves his hand using his magic to interfere with the cameras. He walks to the edge of the pool removing his clothes. I’m watching as he exposes each delicious part of his body. “It is not polite to stare, pet. Especially when you are still fully dressed.” I give him a shy smile knowing he caught me ogling. I start stripping while he jumps in the warm water splashing.

I follow after swimming to him. He picks me up, my legs wrap around his waist. I lean in, my lips find his. His warm tongue gliding with mine. I pull away as my legs hit a chilly surface. He sets me down on the edge of the pool, kisses caressing my neck. My hands tangle in his long locks as his mouth descends on my breasts. His wet tongue slithers around my nipple while nimble fingers work the other. He grabs my legs dragging me almost off the edge. My thighs find their place on his shoulders as he goes in for the kill. Soft lips fasten to my clit. He laps at my entrance. I try to move, the sensation becoming too intense. But he pins me down, a large hand holding my stomach in place. He swirls his tongue on my clit. I’m sure he is spelling his name against me. That knowledge sends me spiraling.

I sit up when I finish. “Come up here with me.” I grab his hands trying to pull him out of the water. “Lay down.” Loki obeys laying on the wet surface. I lower myself onto him while he grips my thighs. “I could get used to this, Y/N.” I place my hands on his naked shoulders as I start moving on him. “Oh gods… Y/N… you feel perfect... I continue working him roaming my hands over his toned chest. I can tell he is getting close. His hand on my thighs holds me tighter with every movement. He thrusts up one final time, my name on his lips. He holds me against his chest, hands rubbing circles on my back. I wish we could stay like this all night.

I’m a little worried that Steve somehow found out about our activities at the pool last night when an emergency meeting is called. I take my seat beside Loki. I look around the room, but nobody else seems to know why we are here either. Tony, Steve, and Dr. Strange walk in. “Okay kids, good news and bad news.” Tony starts. “Good news, Cap got everybody donuts.” Cheers erupt across the table. “Bad news is there’s a huge threat coming, and Harry Potter here is going to send us to other universes.” “Tony, we talked about this. Don’t call me that.” Dr. Strange glares at Tony. “I received word that an extraterrestrial being can travel the multiverse. He is destroying cities and killing innocent people everywhere he goes. He knows who we are, and he wants to destroy us in every universe, so we can’t defeat him. It will only be a matter of time before he comes here.” Steve takes control of the room. “I have paired you up in teams of two. You will go to the universe assigned, find yourself, and warn them of what is to come. Bruce, you and Thor will be together. Y/N and Loki.” He hands out papers with our assignments.

~Day of Multiverse Travel~

Loki and I are sent to universe 738. We thought it would be easiest to find me first. I locate my family’s old home. Maybe this universe isn’t so different after all. Everything looks the same. We knock on the door, 738’s me answers. She looks stunned, glancing from me to Loki. I look her over too. We have the same hair color, style, and WOW – she is pregnant, like really pregnant. “Hi, um, I am you from another universe. I know that sounds crazy, but we really need to talk to you. This is Loki. I’m not sure if you know him here or not. “Oh yeah, I know Loki. Nice to meet you both. Come in. Have a seat. My husband will be out in a second. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

We get settled in; she calls back into the hallway. “Babe, come in here we have guests.” Footsteps shuffle down the hall when Loki’s variant appears holding a baby. “Who came for a visit, darling?” Loki and I stare at each other mouths agape; eyes wide. “It’s us from another universe. They need to speak with us about a possible threat.”

738’s Loki looks so much like my Loki. His hair is longer, and he might be a little taller. I never thought I would see the day when Loki would be holding a child. He looks so natural though. He sits down beside the other me. The baby, a little girl with big green eyes and raven curls babbles looking between her parents and me and Loki. She reaches out for me to get her. “May I?” I ask my variant, unsure of how to act in this situation. “Of course, don’t be silly.” She smiles warmly as Loki hands her to me. While I’m playing with her, I study her features. She has my nose and smile, but everything else is Loki. From her little curls to the mischievous look in her eyes as she pulls my hair. Her parents apologize while my Loki laughs.

“So how long have you two been together?” 738’s me asks. Loki and I look at each other. I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry. Before I have the chance to embarrass myself, Loki answers. “We are not together.” He says venomously. He scoots further away from me for good measure. They look horrified. “We’re so sorry. We just assumed with the two of you showing up together.” I push my hair behind my ear. “It’s okay. No harm done. We are just friends.” Loki’s variant speaks up, “Oh you have thought about it surely.” He is speaking more to Loki than to me. Loki sits quietly, so I decide to answer. “We hooked up recently, but only as friends.” My Loki finally breaks his silence. “It meant nothing. It was NOTHING, if I am speaking truthfully.” Loki’s counterpart is saying something to my Loki, but I don’t hear it. I am too busy concentrating on the feeling of my heart shattering. I knew he didn’t think it was a big deal. But hearing him say it was nothing, when it meant so much to me, really hurts.

I look at the beautiful girl in my lap, at my variant’s glowing face as she cradles her bump. Her Loki’s arm around her. The love in his eyes as he looks at her. This is the life I could’ve had if only in another universe. How unlucky am I? When I finally snap out of it, I figure I should hurt myself even more. So, I ask how they got together. I have to know. “Well, it all started when I joined the Avengers.” Her Loki smiles at her. “I first saw her in a meeting to introduce the newest recruits. I knew I had to have her. I followed her around for a bit. I traded training partners, so I could be with her. We flirted for a time. When I was sure I had her where I wanted, I asked if I could court her.”

“And I said no!” They laugh together before leaning in for a quick kiss. “I was shocked. No one ever refused me. I am a prince after all. It made me want her more.” “I only said no because I knew it would get under his skin. Of course, I wanted him too.” “I pursued her ruthlessly. I would show up with her favorite snacks. I would interrupt her if she spoke to another man. I conjured an entire garden in her room one evening.”

“I finally gave in after the garden. It was really sweet and so beautiful. I was also worried about what else he would put in my room if I kept refusing.” “I planned a picnic under the stars. I bought the most expensive bottle of wine, had the finest food prepared, and gathered her favorite flowers.” She looks at him adoringly, “It was the most romantic date I had ever been on. I fell in love with him instantly. We dated for a year before he proposed. I found out I was pregnant shortly before the wedding. We quit the Avengers to have our family. Here we are now with a beautiful baby girl and a baby boy who will be showing up any day now.”

I blink away the tears threatening to spill from my eyes before Loki can see. “That’s so beautiful! I am so happy for you guys!” Loki rolls his eyes. I’m about to ask them how he proposed when Loki cuts in. “Perhaps it is time to discuss why we are here.”

Part Three