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nollypolly · 1 month

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currently thinking about names in tlt. names are very much a subject that is constantly touched on in the universe- names typically follow which house one belongs to. the most explicit of this is the Tridentati, but that extends to pretty much everyone we meet in book 1. when gideon fully adopts the role of harrowhark's caviler at the end, it's repeated for the second time that nav is a niner name.

and then we find out john changed his lyctor's names post loved-one-slaying. their pre-resurrection names are forgotten, revered as holy even within the private og lyctors. he takes their names, a symbol of where they're from and the earth they failed, and strips them to the bone. he tacks on their cavalier's name on the end as an afterthought, a tribute to the graveyard he turned his friends into. even then, the cavaliers names are lost. he replaces them with what he thinks represents them, despite there being very little chance he was close enough to them to come up with something more than an incredibly shallow understanding of who they are. pyrrha becomes Duty. christabel becomes Joy. we don't know cytherea's saint name, but considering how even john wasnt a fan of loveday, it would make sense why she wouldn't want to use an alias for the most important person in her life. even less so one created by the man who not only lead her to her death, but never even liked her. hell, john doesn't even bother using most of the cavalier's names censored in ntn.

and then we're brought to gideon's first name. she is (unwittingly by the ninth house, in their defense) named after g1. after all, wake's ghost's last words come from right after he pushes her out of the airlock. we know that gideon dies in htn and pyrrha takes over the meatsuit. we know from ianthe's blowup in ntn that john is in active grief. so, now imagine, you just lost every last person you loved, and this sad little girl gets brought to you and she's apparently your long lost totally dead daughter. cool, fine, whatever- you're god, so really death is nothing but some annoying hoops you have to jump through to get what you want. he turns her corpse into a construct, tethers her soul to it, and gives her a bedroom with those glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars and all. luckily there are a lot of newly vacant rooms, haha! and then, as he did with everyone his holy hands have touched, john renames her.

kiriona is pronounced closer to gideon than siri-ona in te reo māori. in typical john fashion, he strips her of her name representing where she is from, blessing her with a new one made in his image. and, once again, he turns her into a tribute for what he lost. g1deon is dead. john honors him by naming his daughter after his best friend, in a dead language, both of which john had a hand in murdering.

she can't be called gideon bc it's a memory of how John failed the person who was most loyal to him. she has to be called something similar as tribute. kiriona isnt his daughter, isn't a person, but instead is a vessel for all of his pain and regret. exactly like the ninth house, kiriona has been transformed into a tomb for her father's grief, and her renaming only cements that.

#RAAA #although there is the cursed other option of simply #“lol yeah no I'm not calling u gideon thatd make shit wayyy too confusing”#anyway sorry this was kinda crazy #long post #tlt #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #haunt.txt

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deardjarin · 10 months

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pretend you hate me (i know you don’t)

miguel o’hara x f!reader

miguel is a grouch. you’re pissed off.

words: 2.2k

rating: explicit

warnings: rough sex, degradation kink, oral sex (f and m recieving), vaginal sex

a/n: i told myself i would NOT fall victim to miguel but i did.

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You’ve never met anyone grumpier than Miguel O’Hara.

You understand, to an extent, but good god nothing can make him remotely relaxed. You’ve gotten used to his stone-cold demeanor, but it still annoys you. It’s one of those days again, when Miguel is so caught up in his own work that he won’t listen to anything you say.

“You’re being an asshole, Miguel.”

Miguel doesn’t say anything, just continues to angrily punch at the various buttons on the computer. You sigh, louder than you meant to, and Miguel shoots you a glance in response.

“Come on, Mig, have a conversation like a normal person. Whatever you’re doing cannot be so important-“

“Enough,” He snaps, finally turning away from the various screens to look at you. His blood red eyes bore into your skin, and his jaw clenches. You don’t say anything for a moment, stunned into silence, but you decide to keep pushing, because you’ve had enough of Miguel O’Hara.

“What is your problem?” You ask sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re always in some kind of mood. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

Miguel raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t move a muscle otherwise. Technically you have seen him smile; moments where he doesn’t think you’re watching, a shimmer of admiration crossing his face and his fangs peeking out of his lips. But you’d never tell him that, never give him the satisfaction of knowing you care.

“I don’t have time for this,” He says, your name rolling off his tongue in annoyance. “I have to worry about every single universe, every single Spider-Man. Not you.”

Your blood boils; you’ve had enough of his self-righteous bullshit.

“Fuck off, O’Hara,” You growl, stepping towards him. He tenses as you point at him, then lightly punch his chest in anger. “Nobody wants to watch you wallow in your own loneliness or whatever. Grow up.”

You both fall silent after that, only your heavy breaths and the soft beeping of various technology filling the air. Something shifts between you two, just for a moment, Miguel’s face shifting into something more amused. Suddenly, he grabs your wrist and twists you backwards, pulling you flush against his chest. For a second you swear you can feel something hard pressing against your lower back.

“Do you know what the problem is?” He growls, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. “I’ve got all this pent up stress, and no way to get rid of it.”

Your breath catches in your throat before Miguel releases you, pushing you away from him and walking off. You’re frozen in place, his touch burning against your skin. But you push on, not wanting him to win.

“Miguel!” You shout, unable to keep up with his long strides. “Just, fucking—don’t you run away!”

You almost catch up to him, but he turns on his heels and stops abruptly, making you run into his chest with a huff. You push your hair out of your face, gearing up another insult to hurl at him to keep him here, keep him listening—

Miguel grabs your face in his hands and kisses you.

You freeze once more against the rough press of his lips. Miguel pulls back, looking slightly alarmed, mumbling something about how he’s sorry and he shouldn’t have done that.

“Fuck you,” You breathe with a smile before pulling him back down and kissing him again. Miguel hesitated before roughly grabbing your hair and pushing his tongue in your mouth. Grasping onto his broad shoulders, the two of you kiss heatedly and sloppily.

“Baby,” Miguel groans when you both pull apart.

“Are you going to take me somewhere, or fuck me right here?” You ask playfully, chest heaving as you catch your breath.

Miguel grins devilishly.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Having an audience watching me put you in your place,” He growls, jerking his hips forward so his clothed cock rubs against you. Your stomach flutters and your cunt clenches around nothing.

“Asshole,” You spit, and in a blink, Miguel wraps his arms around your waist and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp, scrambling to find purchase anywhere to steady yourself as Miguel walks off.

You really hope you don’t cross paths with any of the many, many Spider-People in HQ, but as Miguel approaches his private quarters, your worries are quelled.

Miguel tosses you on his bed as the door slides closed behind him, and for good measure, he shoots webs across the seal. You whine softly, thinking about all the other things he could do with them. Would he web your wrists to the wall so you couldn’t move? Would he let you web him down, so you could ride his cock torturously?

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Miguel slowly approaches the edge of the bed, staring you down. The low lighting casts his face in shadow, only the glow of his red eyes visible. You half expect him to pull you back up and push you down to your knees, but instead he lowers himself to the ground. His fingers ghost over your clothed cunt against the fabric of your suit.

“Take this fucking suit off,” He orders, and you fumble with the zipper of your spider suit, Miguel watching but not helping. You kick the fabric off, leaving your cunt exposed to the cool air, and you spread your legs instinctively.

Satisfied, Miguel drags two fingers through your slick folds, making your hips jump.

“Soaked,” He mumbles, pulling his hand away and sticking his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. “I knew; I could smell you.”

“Bullshit,” You retort, but you’re cut short by Miguel’s mouth connecting with your cunt.

He eats you out like a man starved. He has no shame; he moans as he sucks on your clit, burying his face between your legs. You have nothing smart to say after that. You simply moan and babble his name, tugging on his thick brown hair. He pulls away for a moment, but you don’t let him go very far as you keep him close with your legs. He fumbles with the watch on his wrist and you watch as his suit disappears, and he goes back to work.

“Oh, Miguel,” You moan, twisting your free hand in the sheets of the bed. You feel him smirk against your pussy. You throw your head back when you hear the soft sounds of him jerking his cock. “Oh, fuck, Mi-guel—I’m going to cum—“

You cum with a cry, thighs shaking as you jerk your cunt against Miguel’s mouth. Once you finish, he pulls away, licking his lips and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Shit,” You groan, adjusting yourself so you're sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Finally got you to shut up?” Miguel asks, voice rough. You narrow your eyes, but your expression changes as the man stands up. His cock is huge; thick and long and leaking drops of precum. His balls hang heavy between his thighs, swollen and ready for release. You reach out, splaying your hand against his abs, feeling the thick hair that leads to his crotch. Miguel leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, and the sudden tenderness of it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Now get your mouth on my cock,” He orders, his large hand moving to your throat, pulling you down to his length. You drag your lips down, only lightly touching him, and you hear a deep rumble come from his chest. Your eyes flutter shut as you take him in your mouth, running your tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Miguel groans, tugging on your hair once more. Your jaw aches from the stretch. Miguel begins shallowly thrusting into your mouth, making you gag a little bit against the force. “I knew you’d be a slut. Ever since I saw you step through that portal, I imagined you on your knees for me.”

Your eyes sting with tears as you pull off his cock with a pop. You feel the sharp press of nails against the nape of your neck. Miguel stares down at you, brows furrowed. You wrap your hand around his length, jerking it slowly as spit drips down your chin.

“Enough of the chit-chat,” You reply, smearing a bead of precum on the head of his dick. “Are you going to keep talking shit or actually fuck me like a real man?”

That seems to relight the aggression in Miguel, as he surges forward and attacks you with his mouth. He covers your body with his, kissing down the side of your neck. You moan as he sucks bruises on your sensitive skin, shivering when the points of his fangs prick your neck. You wonder what would happen if he actually bit you, but you quickly lose the thought when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples.

“You dick!” You shout, and Miguel barks out a laugh as he pulls away. His eyelids are heavy as he rakes his gaze over your body, admiring his work. Your chest tightens with a new feeling–something foreign, and a little bit scary.

Miguel roughly grasps your thighs, parting them and exposing your cunt. He jerks his cock once, twice, before tapping it against your clit. You shudder, mumbling a curse before Miguel sinks inside. He groans loudly, chest heaving as he bottoms out.

“You, fuck–Miguel,” You breathe. Miguel kisses the edge of your jaw lightly, and you can’t help but cup the side of his face, dragging the tips of your fingers over the deep scar across his cheek. You feel your eyes fill with tears, and you don’t know why, and that scares you. Miguel wraps his arms around you and pulls you tight to his chest before beginning to thrust into you.

“Fuckin’ sweet pussy, tight pussy,” He groans into your ear, panting with exertion. You clench around his length, moaning as he drags against your walls. He speeds his thrusts up, grunting with each push into your cunt. You get lost in the sensation of being filled, of being completely smothered by Miguel’s body weight. You alternate between screwing your eyes shut and staring at the ceiling, but Miguel pulls away enough to stare straight into your eyes.

“Look at me,” He demands, and you do, drinking in the sight of his pure arousal.

You let yourself be manhandled by him; he pulls out, pushing you onto your side and outstretching your right leg. You’re about to ask what he’s doing, but he lies down behind you and sinks his cock back into your pussy. You moan loudly, jerking your hips and pressing your ass back against him. Miguel chuckles darkly and grabs the flesh of your ass, altering his thrusts to hit somewhere deep inside you.

“Will you let me cum inside you?” He asks, a little breathless, kissing and nipping your shoulder. “I bet you’d like that, filling your pussy up with my cum.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” You respond, the pit of your stomach twisting with your approaching orgasm. Miguel speeds up his thrusts, shoving his hand between your legs. His thick fingers rub against your clit, bringing you closer to your release.

Miguel moans your name into your ear before his thrusts falter, cock twitching as he spills his load into you. You’re quick to follow, your orgasm washing over you as Miguel holds you close. You both take a few moments to catch your breath, the room silent.

“Feeling any better?” You ask teasingly, reaching between your legs to give Miguel’s balls a squeeze. He grunts and bites your shoulder in retaliation.

You let Miguel’s softening cock slip out of you, his cum smearing across your thighs. You twist in his arms so you are face to face with the man, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He looks…unsure. Like something is still on his mind.

“Miguel,” You say softly, trailing your fingers down his muscular back. “You can’t keep everything to yourself. It’s causing you way more stress than necessary.” “I…” He starts, trailing off as he avoids your gaze. His voice drops lower, becomes softer. “I love you.”

You freeze, your heartbeat speeding up. You try to say something, anything, but you can’t find the words.

“You…didn’t notice,” Miguel says, the corner of his mouth twisting up in a smile.

You sit up suddenly, laughing softly.

“Of course I never noticed!” You exclaim, but your voice is void of any real annoyance. “You’re grouchy all the time. How was I supposed to know?��

Miguel finally meets your gaze, the corner of his eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” You purr, cradling Miguel’s face with both of your hands.

“Then I’ll just look at your tits instead,” He quips, reaching up and squeezing your breasts in his hands.

“Miguel,” You scold, but allow yourself to be pulled down into his embrace. You rest your head on his bare chest. The two of you stay there for a while, just listening to the gentle breaths of each other. After a while, you feel a familiar hardness against the inside of your thigh.

“Ready for round two?”

“Insatiable.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader smut #atsv fanfiction #miguel o'hara fanfiction #he's sooooo #raaa #i wrote this in a day because i was so inspired #deardjarin fics

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