Every time I read more Blake stuff I'm tempted to romance them even though they want to ruin our band. What are you DOING TO MEEE
No rush but do you know when the next POV is? :3
That's been the general consensus for a while. It's hard to deny the enigma that is Blake Winter…I think people just like Blake's *refreshing* self-awareness lolol
I should have something new up tonight or tomorrow!
As time goes by, I'm beginning to regret asking for Book 2 on Immortal Desires. Yay! More content of my favorite characters of all time but at what cost. A rushed story line, finicky backstories and using AI for their artwork.
Now every new book they're releasing relating to the series feels like a simple cash grab. Normally I'd rush into any new content on any of my favorites but now I've just completely lost interest and have no desire to read the newest books. I barely even touched Book 3, no matter how hard I try. I can't get into it.
I would've preferred if fans of the series made their own versions of how they think Book 2 would go or just little snippets of the characters and have Immortal Desires remain as one book. It Lives Within was such a great example of fans taking the time to create a series finale to just tie all the books together and it's very much a love letter to the series as a whole.
Yes, I'm very passionate about this series to this day and it's one of my hyperfixafions. This isn't what I expected how the series would turn out and it's so sad to see it get worse each day.
A lot of people the community demand for a new book on a lot of their older series and I was one of those people as well but if they have the same level of quality that Immortal Desires have with their newer titles. I don't want it.
(I will continue to complain about this series, I don't care. If you like the newer books I don't care either. You can enjoy whatever your hearts desire, at the end of the day it's just a interactive fiction. Just wanted to express how I feel with how the series is currently moving. Also drink everytime I say series.)
It's here! (Do you like the new cover??) After nine months, the chapter has finally come. This one took me a long time. I outlined and re-outlined and outline some more. There's something Sisyphean about writing an IF and there were long stretches where it felt like the end was never coming.
This was definitely a set-up chapter aka it sets up a lot for chapter 5 and beyond when it comes to the routes and upcoming dramaaaa so I'm excited to see everyone's theories and thoughts on all of the breadcrumbs I drop in this one. I'm really thankful that I worked on Chapter 5 alongside of Chapter 4 because that means Chapter 5 won't take so long to come out! I'm excited for that yippeee!
One thing to note: I usually leave the lyric options to the end but I couldn't come up with them this chapter. At all. Like for over a month I just couldn't. I am cashing in my "this is a wip" card and forcing a type-in. (It'll be fixed in chapter 5).
A change to note: Attached/Detached are no longer change options but they are now variables and in the stat page. As well as being negative/positive. It didn't make much sense to have the second one because jaded/ambitious does that job and I wanted the attached/detached markers to fluctuate for future story reasons.
There are new stats:
Castmate/Competitor ✮
Approachable/Aloof ✮
Leader/Member ✮
Camaraderie ✮
Born Star ✮
I wanted to focus on the celebrity/famous/botb/band part of it because those stats feel meaningful and important compared to generic personality stats. Some have been taken out but not completely. They are still being measured in the background for flavor text. Stats like Loved and Born Star don't change as often as they are dependent on the changes of invisible stats. They will make more sense in the future chapters !
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If there are any errors (especially with the jumping to chapter page because its my first time doing that and there are a lot of choices) please let me know!
My MC is in shambles, someone help this poor man. He’s drinking in the morning, black out drunk in a party, chain smoking cigarettes, having an existential crisis on his career and his best friends have a grudge on him for choosing UW. He’s going through it ALL!
Also love how last week he was like, “I’ve move on from that whole Seven situation, it’s no biggie!”
Then he’s groveling on his knees from the smallest attention he gets from Seven.
Wanted to add on to that pool scene from G. I’m currently mad at him right now as well as the MC but that scene made me wanna jump through the screen ngl. But I will stand my ground for now and stay mad. Just on another day 😒
Added: +150k (including code + duplicate job scenes with text variations)
TOTAL: 303,452 WORDS
Here is episode 2. The demo is over 300,000 words and since the last update I've learned the trick of separating files so there will likely be errors and maybe some inconsistencies/continuity errors. Please give me a heads up if you do find any error or typo. I will be looking for beta testers in the future. This is my first IF so I'm still learning as I go.
After fixing everything, I remain uncertain about the stats. A large part of me doesn't want visible stats at all since there's so many I can use, limiting myself to a couple is making it difficult to balance them. If anyone has any suggestions from other IFs or from experience, I'm happy to hear them.
In this episode:
See the aftermath of episode 1's cliffhanger.
Get a taste of what work is going to look like now that you're starting...and learn news of a possible promotion opportunity. The seeds of a rivalry are planted.
Meet two new people that may or may not become regular faces in your life.
I know I post fanfic about Miguel O'Hara on here and I haven't posted anything related to it in the past couple years since my fixation on him has worn off. I have found other interests but I'm not very vocal about them as I was with Miguel anyways, back to the current topic.
I am so disappointed in the recent decisions of Choices, I used to have an art account and one of my interest was involving a lot of their books especially Immortal Desires. They used to write amazing stories with interesting characters and plots although cheesy but good! From Immortal Desires, BOLAS, the It Lives Series and Endless Summer now it's transformed into horny nonsense with using AI on their art (I won't even be surprised if they use AI to write their stories as well). I used to look forward to what kinda of new stories they've made and now every release is just disappointment after disappointment.
They've recently released Immortal Desires 2, while it was great at first as a fan but the more I continued with each chapter the plot didn't have that same effect the first book did. The backstories of Cas, and the story of the antagonist was not written well. They even tried to make it interesting by making the antagonist related to Gabe but due to the stale writing it didn't have the shock factor that it needed to provide.
They're planning on writing another book as well as a side-story based on Immortal Desires but looking at the previous book and the crappy art-book cover I doubt I'll be good. I am very grateful to be getting more content of my two favorite vampires of all time but if this is how it's being handled. I'll stick to fan-creations or making up little head cannons in my head.
Edit: I just wanted to add on the reason why I don't like the 2nd book's cover was honestly because they erased his Asian features. As an Asian person, in my opinion it was very disappointing. Where was his beautiful monolids? It was nice for once seeing an Asian character be depicted as something else other than a bubbly, full of energy character or a nerd with a high IQ.
Edit 2: I take it back, at least the 2nd book cover wasn't AI crap. It's so much better than the 3rd book 😭
so let me get this straight, tumblr. you don’t wanna show some of my FLUFFY fics in the tags, but you’ll show the bots post with LITERAL women in the nude…? make it make sense.
*tags are for where i seen the bots post recently*
Summary: Lyla, is it normal to be jealous of your variant?
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A/N: shout out to the literal artist of the recent 2099 comics for drawing atsv miggy and comic miggy side by side, it inspired this fic in the first place. TheWarBlazer on twt :)
Comic!Miguel x Reader x ATSV!Miguel, SMUT, little PWP, Word Count: 6, 355
Comic Miggy = Mig / ATSV Miggy = Miguel c:
By morning, you had woken up slowly, processing where you were and what you had done the night before. Your hair was a mess and you pulled the covers around you when it slipped off, feeling a bit chilly. You looked around you to find yourself to put on, ultimately finding your panties ripped apart from yesterday so you just settled on loose shorts and Miguel’s blue t-shirt lying to the side. You noticed he wasn’t beside you but there was a smell in the air that told you he was at least still home and making breakfast.
You got up from the bed, making sure your legs worked still before peeking out the door to see if you could spot him. You turned your head from side to side until you finally caught him, leaning against the stove slightly in a compression shirt with sweatpants.
Miguel was there cooking up a basic breakfast of eggs and toast, taking a few sips of what you believe to be his protein shake. He glanced behind his shoulder to see you and he gently smiled. “Hey.”
You smiled weakly back at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your cheeks darkening. “Hey. Morning.” You waved awkwardly.
Miguel chuckled and pointed to a bag on the glass table. “I bought some empanadas from the panaderia I go to. I didn’t know which one you’d like so I got both chicken and beef.” He faced back to the pan to scramble his eggs. You made your way over to the bag, opening it up to see another smaller set of bags labeled messily with Miguel’s handwriting.
“Which one do you recommend?” You asked, taking one from the beef label.
“The chicken.” He responded. You chuckled to yourself since the other Miguel preferred beef.
You walked over next to him and watched him work as you took a bite into the empanada. He turned and gave you a small smile, satisfied that you liked what he brought you.
“Are you feeling okay?” He asked, turning off the stove and taking two plates from the cupboard. You nod.
“Yeah. Just, uh, starting to wake up.” You blush softly, remembering the scenes from last night. Mig hides the prideful smile on his face.
“That’s good. I’m glad.” He places a decent amount on both of your plates and leads you to the dining table where you both begin eating and chatting.
He admires you as you speak, finding the beauty in this new you that he once knew.
After a while, you and Miguel felt the air shift, mugs and utensils starting to hover a bit in mid-air. You stiffened, knowing what this feeling was. Someone was opening a portal. Someone found you.
You quickly stand up and Miguel follows with a worried expression. “What’s wrong?” He asks, on edge and his talons extract subconsciously to the unknown he felt around him. You don’t answer and instead face the door of his bedroom where the warping was. Your spider senses went wild but calmed down the moment you realized that this was another spider person–they weren’t threats but you were just shocked.
You take a step back, closer in front of Miguel in case whatever spider person would ask questions. What you weren’t prepared for, was your boss opening the bedroom door to walk where you two were.
There was the leader of the Spider Society in all his glory, Miguel O’Hara–the original version you knew.
“Miguel…” You gasped breathlessly in shock, barely a whisper. Shit. “He-hey!” You laugh nervously. “You, uh, wow–haha.” You were speechless, knacking your brain to say something–anything to explain yourself. “You found me,” you chuckled nervously. “Y’know–I–I was lost for a bit but um–thankfully–I found another spider person and–wouldn’t you know it– it’s another you. So I was…extra…safe…” You trail off, noticing how Miguel had stared behind you to look at his other variant. You glance behind you to see the redhead tense up, standing up straighter to not be intimidated by this other version of himself.
“Yes. I was looking for you.” Miguel grunts, still as hardworking as ever. “The others were worried.”
Your gaze softened, thinking of your friends and feeling your heart swell at their concern. “Yeah. But I’m safe and look,” You showed your watch up to Miguel, his eyes ripping themselves off his variant to your watch. “He fixed it for me. You two really are alike.” You smile.
“I–I was gonna go back, but the watch was just fixed. No communications and the touch pad wasn’t working–” You tried to explain but your boss cuts you off.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s great. Now we need you back.” He frowns down at you. Your smile drops and so does your heart.
“Well…well of course but–”
“But?” Miguel cocks an eyebrow up, his frown deepening. You purse your lips–even though you knew Miguel close enough, he was still your boss. You glance back at his counterpart apologetically and in turn he glances down at you.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper your apology to him and he doesn’t like it.
“You don’t have to go.” He whispers back to you, one hand resting on your arm and the other cupping your cheek. Neither of you notice your boss glare at the way he’s touching you. “You can go back whenever.” He insists.
“Actually she can’t,” The brunette's voice booms between you two. “She has a job to do as Spider-Woman–at the HQ.” He hisses out.
“But she wants to stay here. You can’t just make her.” The redhead retaliates. Miguel grows annoyed, kissing his teeth with a loud tsk.
“She isn’t yours.” MIguel grabbed your arm and tugged you towards his chest. The redhead grabbed onto your other arm and tried pulling you away from him, making you in the middle.
“She isn’t yours either.” He spat back. Both Miguel’s scowled at one another, your boss puffing up his chest to tower over both of you while his variant bared his fangs unwavering to his attempt to scare him off. “Did you even bother to ask what she wants?”
You look up at the redhead, even though he was facing off his counterpart–they could very well tear each other apart. “Miggy, just hold on–”
“Miggy?!” Your boss scrunches up his face, not even prepared to hear a nickname come out of your mouth for his variant. You blushed and opened your mouth in shock–the nickname had spilled out.
“Not–Not like that! It isn’t like that!”
“Not like that? What, so you just have sex with every variant? Give them pet names right after?” He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms in a snarl.
You start babbling to defend yourself but Mig perks up.
“What do you mean by that?” He asks. You and Miguel both turn to him–you still flustered while Miguel scowls at his counterpart.
“What are you talking about?”
“How did you know we had sex?” Mig crosses his arms and narrows his eyes up at Miguel on the other side. You blink for a moment and then it slowly processes in your brain.
He…He watched. But how?
The watch.
You snapped your neck back to your boss and you see him clench his jaw but his eyes don’t look at down at you–the tips of his ears grow increasingly red.
“You watched,” Mig laughs, shaking his head in disbelief and throwing his hands up. “You watched,” He repeats. “You sick-"
Stubbornly, Miguel tries not to falter. “She called.”
But his own self knows better than that. “And you stayed.”
“I was making sure she was safe.”
“Oh, that makes sense. Making sure she could safely cum? Yeah, I handled that.”
“Guys—” You interrupt with pure horror on your face. “Can we please not?” You turn to face Miguel’s general direction but you don’t meet his eyes. “We can just forget about everything in the last twenty four hours and what happened here so–”
“I want you back at HQ,” Miguel grumbles, turning his head away from you but still protecting his masculinity and pride with his arms tightened around him. “Away from here and back to work.”
His counterpart scoffs a humorless laugh. “Now I get it,” He walks up to Miguel and pulls you behind him “You’re jealous.”
Miguel squints his eyes down at him. “What?” He growls but the other’s smile only grows. He’s figured him out. They have the same mind after all.
“Jealous,” He repeats. “Did you have some feelings for her? Is that why you’re here all pissed? Just cause I got to her first?”
“Don’t piss me off.” Miguel’s face hardens, his frown growing deeper and showing his fangs off to threaten him.
“Or what?” Mig growls back, his talons extracting from his fingertips.
Feeling the growing tension, you try to speak up since one Miguel was dangerous enough–two of them would be catastrophic.
“Hey–can we not, maybe?” You interject, moving beside Mig and trying to catch your boss’ eye. Mig turns his head at you for a moment and then grinning to himself as he comes up with an idea.
The redhead hugs your back close to his chest, one hand on your hip and the other sliding up his shirt you’re wearing to reveal your stomach to the brunette. “Mig!” You gasp, blushing fiercely and holding onto his arms. You look away from your boss in embarrassment, opting to hide in his variant's neck, which he happily allows. You fail to notice your boss’s breath hitch at seeing your bare skin and his pupils being blown wide. The Miguel behind you smirks even wider.
“We could share.”
“I don’t share.” He growls.
“So you do want her. Just for yourself.” Miguel doesn’t respond, his eyes focused on the way you squirmed under his gaze alone.
“Mig–Mig, please.” You whine when you feel his porcelain hand disappear under your shirt to cup one tit in his hand and run his thumb over your nipple.
“Stop that.” Miguel’s jaw clenched when his eyes met his match. Bright red eyes narrowing at his scarlet ones.
“I’m not stupid. I’m you. I know what you want,” The redhead murmurs, grazing his teeth on your earlobe. “What she wants,” His mouth curls up when he sees you purse your lips to hide your moans but he can feel your heartbeat. “What we all want right now.”
Mig looks up at the other version of himself, realizing that this one might not be as confident as he is. A by the rules asshole who was all about work, work, work. He was the same but not to this extent. However, if this Spider-Man was anything like him, all he had to do was wave the candy in front of his face and he’d crack. No matter the universe, Miguel O’Hara always grabbed what he wanted if the right buttons were pressed.
Your soft mewl snaps them both out of their mental warfare, two pairs of eyes looking down at you between them to see you look bashful and hot with embarrassment. For a moment, both men stop, equally concerned with putting you in the middle. Your boss feels the most guilt but Mig on the other hand feels less so. With his hand right by your heart, he can feel the heat emanating from your body and pounding heartbeat against your ribs. He has felt the same need and craving when you were squealing last night.
“Isn’t that something you want?” Mig hums, his hand on your hip playing with the string of your shorts. Miguel takes a firm step forward to stop him but was stopped when you nodded your head. Your eyes still shut while you felt your cheeks burning. Mig’s touch was intoxicating especially with the feeling of him on you from last night still lingering on your body.
“I need words, sweetheart.” He hums and you purse your lips for a moment.
“Yes…” You choke out.
“Yes, what?” Mig asks you but looks at Miguel.
“Yes, I want it…” You groan, feeling humiliated but it was exhilarating at the same time. The redhead slides his hand under your shorts to feel the new wet patch growing between your legs. Mig smirks as he remembers slicing off your panties last night. He nudges your legs, a silent command to spread them apart and you give him that access with shaky steps. He lets you relax on his chest while his fingers spread your folds apart while you whimper. Miguel stares at the hand in your pants with a blush across his face, fighting his two emotions of wanting to stop this and wanting to make you whimper like that.
Your boss’ variant bunches up your shirt over your breasts and you writhe in his hold, trying to gain some sense of decency while the two men basically get off on just the sight of you.
“You want more, don’t you?” Mig behind you purrs, his fingers in your shorts gently rub circles against your clit while his other hand tweaks and pinches your nipple. “Want to feel nice and full?” He kisses along your neck and you try to grind against his fingers, wanting them to slip inside but he was just teasing you. You moan softly, focusing on the feeling of electricity jolting down to your core.
“Uh-huh, mhm–please,” You whined. Miguel’s breathing increases and his suit strains to accommodate for the bulge growing between himself. His hands clench and unclench beside him as he itches to grab your body to feel the soft skin you could provide him. His eyes lingered on your tits and he licked his lips subconsciously.
“Hear that? She wants more. Isn’t that convenient?” The redhead chuckles, slipping his hand out from your pants and showing up with his fingers covered from the juices your cunt provided him. “You just gonna leave her like this? Or are you gonna help out your precious little employee?” He taunts Miguel and Miguel swallows the lump in his throat.
Miguel takes another step forward just enough to be in front of you and to feel the heat coming off you and his variant. He hesitantly rests his hand on your hip and you flinch, not expecting to feel a third hand on your body. Miguel’s variant raises his slick soaked fingers to your mouth and smears a bit of it on your bottom lip. You open up slightly but Mig had already slid them inside your mouth making your tongue taste yourself. You whine as best you could with his fingers in your mouth and look up at Miguel with shame. You felt your cheeks burning hot but your eyes widened slightly in surprise. Miguel stared down at you, huffing softly as he watched you suck your slick off his own variants fingers.
“Fuck…” He groaned and his grip on your hip tightened. “Can I? Please.” He bent over slightly, his breath hitting your face. The redhead behind you watched and then flicked your nipple when you didn’t respond fast enough. You yelped around his digits and felt them slip out, a string of saliva coming out.
You nodded again, reaching one hand off Mig’s arm to hold onto Miguel’s shoulder.
Miguel slides your shorts down, pooling them underneath you and moans when he finds you without underwear, his cock twitching in anticipation. His hand on your hip slides down to lift your leg up and he moves closer to rub his crotch against your core. The blunt nudge sent a jolt of pleasure through your body and you nearly fell back if Mig wasn’t holding you from behind. Miguel’s other hand rises up to cup your other breast, squeezing and kneading the flesh between his fingers.
“Ah–Fuck…!” You gasp and roll your head back against his variant's shoulder, your eyes barely glancing down at the two toned hands cupping and grabbing your body. You feel Mig thrust softly behind you, poking your ass while Miguel continues to grind up against your pussy. Your mind went foggy as you felt both men surround you, the fantasy of being taken by both of them sent your brain short circuiting.
The shirt you had been wearing fumbles back down, covering yourself once more. Miguel grunts in annoyance, letting go of your breast to rip the fabric into shreds with his talons that made Mig tsk. Miguel went back to playing with your nipple until he leaned down to latch onto it, flicking the nub gently with his tongue. You twitched and gasped, arching your back off Mig and into Miguel’s mouth. “Miguel!” You mewl and he groans in response, biting it with his teeth and pulling before letting go and watching how erect it had gotten, wet with his spit.
You hear Mig grunt behind you, bucking his hips against your ass to feel some friction for his cock. His arm wrapped around your middle to pull you against him, his lips dragged along your neck in open mouthed kisses and his hand returned to twist your nipple between his index finger and thumb. Miguel pulled away from you a bit so glance down at the soaking mess you made on his suit, his cock throbbing for more. So, he rips his variant’s hand off your waist.
Miguel then hauled you over his shoulder, returning back to the bedroom and tossing your body on the mattress, giving you a strange sense of deja vu. Mig rolled his eyes and followed behind your two and saw you on his bed once more. You squeak and cover your eyes when Miguel phased out of his suit and Mig tossed his shirt up and over his head. Miguel crawls in bed with you, his frame basically covering everything in front of you. You peek through your fingers and close your legs which makes both men frown. Mig crawls beside you, pulling one leg apart while Miguel takes the other. Mig takes your hands away from your face and settles for kissing your cheeks and trailing down to your jaw and collarbone.
“Don’t be shy,” He murmurs, his hands cupping your tits in his large palms. “You’ve already had one of us. What’s another one, hm?” You moan out when he plays with one nipple in his hand and sucking the other. Miguel kisses down your stomach, finding himself fond of your thighs, squishing them in his hands and grazing them softly with his talons. Goosebumps rise to your skin as his tongue teases just outside your pussy.
Miguel’s plump lips take your clit and he gently sucks on it, his tongue licking up and down and swirling around it. You quickly grip both Miguel’s hair in one hand and pull them closer to you body. Your mind didn’t know who to focus on first, it was like they touched every nerve possible and turned you numb, only to feel pleasure and nothing else.
Miguel pulls away entirely, spreading your folds apart to see the increasing amount of slick you were producing and he groaned. He slips a finger inside you pushing through from how tight you surrounded yourself on his digit. “Coño…” Miguel mutters. You spread your legs further apart, Miguel kissing the inside of your thigh appreciatively. Your head rolls back as the two men assault every possible soft spot on your body.
Mig twists your nipple between his fingers at the same time his mouth suckled around your other nipple. You felt his teeth nibble the bud, his fangs grazing over you delicately. Miguel continues to ease his finger deeper inside you, preparing you for another finger. You moan loudly, writhing beneath them desperately and it’s no use–not when two grown men are keeping you still with their weight and hands. You try bucking your hips further down Miguel’s fingers, whimpering his name and gasping. Miguel curls his fingers inside you, hitting the soft spot you’ve been craving and so you squeal in pleasure. Mig quickly lets go of your abused nipple to kiss you and hinder your moaning.
Miguel growls and glares at the redhead. “I want to hear her.”
“Mmm, too bad.” Mig chuckles against your lips and slips his tongue in your mouth. You could barely focus, face contorted in pleasure as Miguel takes it as a challenge. He dives back into your cunt, pumping his fingers while his tongue flicks up and down to lap up your juices. Your moans are muffled by Mig’s mouth but your hips buck wildly to meet your boss’ wet muscle licking you up. He pins your hips down so he can focus on eating you out properly and you whimper, your body completely hindered and at their command. His nose nudges against your clit and you claw into their hair. One hand in straight ginger locks while the other hand yanks on wavy brown strands.
Mig pulls away from your lips to take a deep breath, both your tongues and lips are wet from swapping spit. You’re breathless from the kiss so you stick to small whines and mewling as you hump yourself on Miguel’s fingers and mouth. He feels you convulsing around his fingers and he eases a third finger, scissoring you to stretch you out just a little more. “Miguel! Miguel! So close, I'm so close–please!” You beg, trying to fight against his hands holding you down.
But Miguel pulls away all of a sudden. The pressure inside your abdomen disappears and you groan in frustration. “No!”
“Tranquilo. You’ll get what you want.” Miguel mutters under his breath. He looks over at his variant, a silent conversation going on that only a Miguel would ever understand. Mig settles by your head, his cock strained against his sweatpants. You look over lazily at it and try to reach for his waistband but he stops you with a gentle smile.
“Not yet, princess.” He kisses your knuckles before dropping it back to your side. You’re confused for just a moment but you’re pulled out of it when you feel Miguel lift your legs over his shoulders. He lines his cock up with your entrance, his angry red tip dribbling an insane amount of precum. He glides himself in between your folds to lube himself up and your pussy throbs feeling how hard he is. Miguel huffs, his cheeks flushed as the lust clouds his judgment and mind.
Being as gentle as he possibly could, Miguel pushes his tip inside you. You gasp and arch your back, Miguel being just a bit bigger than you’ve taken before. Mig jumps into action, playing with your nipples while he runs kisses along your neck. “Hold onto me, mama. I’ve got you.” He murmurs. Your hand grips into his hair again while the other grips the sheets.
“Mig, Mig…” You whine while Miguel pushes further inside. Miguel rubs your thighs to ease you into some comfort and trying to stop himself from splitting you apart. Both men whisper sweet nothings to you, praising you for how well you’re doing and how good it’ll feel. Miguel rubs your clit in small circles while he reaches the hilt.
“S’good…” Miguel murmurs. “You’re doing so good.” He slowly pulls out, watching your pussy soak his cock. He strokes himself inside you softly as to not hurt you but, damn, was it hard. Mig tries to relieve your stress by bringing your nipple in his mouth again, his hands holding you and rolling your other nipple between his fingers.
You moan and arch your back, your hips lifting up to meet one of Miguel’s soft thrusting. That feeling you had last night of needing something more was slowly being quenched. Having multiple hands, multiple options of pleasure was just what you needed and it seemed like they thought the same. Miguel held your legs up while he picked up his pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. You felt him stretch you out with every thrust, your pussy coating his cock with wet slapping and sticky echoes. Mig murmurs into your ear.
“Can you feel it? You take cock so well, look at you. You look so pretty getting fucked, hm? Oh, you poor thing.” Mig taunts you, his hands squeezing your breasts in his palms, your nipples and mounds having bite marks all over them. You wail and thrust your hips to meet Miguel's pounding, your cunt squeezing him tightly as you felt the same pressure of your orgasm coming up.
Miguel groans, panting and huffing to keep himself steady while he fucks you. His hand presses down on the bulge in your stomach, feeling his tip slide in and out and poke through your stomach.
For some reason, that was the final push you needed to cum–your pussy clenching and unclenching as you cream and cry around Miguel’s thick girth. Your legs shook in his hands while he rammed into you to prolong your orgasm. He pulled out before he could cum with his teeth clenched tightly while Mig let go of your tits and stood up from the bed. Miguel takes a few deep breaths as he watches you barely recover from your high. His cock was still painfully hard and now glistening with your cum. Your body was bruised– hickeys around your chest from Mig and tiny scratches on your legs and thighs from Miguel’s talons.
Miguel tugs you up and lies you on your stomach so you’re facing the foot of the bed. You feel him tap your thigh. “Knees. C’mon.” He mumbles and you weakly try to lift yourself up but Miguel grows impatient, settling for just picking up your bottom half himself. His calloused hands grip into your plush hips, carrying most of your weight. You see Mig approach where you are and you look up. He smirks down at you and narrows his eyes downward and you follow. You gulp and grab the sheets into your fists when you’re met with the sight of him stroking his cock softly. Your mouth drops open in surprise and you feel your mouth water. His tip was already red and leaking and you’re entranced with the way he rubs his thumb across the head to smear his precum as lube.
His other hand lifts your gaze back up at him with his thumb forcing your lips apart to open them. You blink up at him and his heart skips a beat at how pretty you’ll look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. The redhead looks at his counterpart from behind you, giving him a small nod and he returns one back.
“Be a good girl and open up.” Mig hums and taps his cock to your lips–he’s been waiting for this. You open up and stick your tongue out for him to slide onto. His tip feels heavy as he nudges himself deeper in your warm mouth, his breathing already increasing rapidly. Your lips wrap around his thick cock, nearly hitting his base but enough for the red hair of his pubes to graze your nose. He groans above you, struggling to force you deeper down himself and instead reaches for your hair to grab onto.
You feel Miguel behind you slide his cock back inside you, pushing himself to the hilt where his balls smack your sensitive folds and bumping your forward, making you choke on Mig’s dick. The redhead hisses and grunts, yanking you back. “Be shocking careful.” He growls at Miguel but he ignores him. Miguel’s mind is somewhere else entirely, his eyes haven’t left your ass. He grips each cheek in his hand and bites his bottom lip, his fang piercing the skin for a second.
“Que bonita eres,” Miguel praises, tugging you back against his pelvis and making his cockhead arch up into your sweet spot. You shook and rolled your eyes back, nearly falling apart if it weren’t Mig holding you up. You clamp down on his cock instinctively which makes your boss choke on his gasp.
“Shit–she’s still tight.” Miguel moans, rocking his hips against your ass. “Relájate, mi amor–así, así.”
Your body moves after every push of Miguel’s thrusts–pushing you back and forth on the cock in your cunt and the cock in your mouth simultaneously. Mig moans in turn, the vibration from your own whimpering runs down his length for stimulation. His hand keeps a tight grip in your hair to make sure your head stays up and sucking. You feel your neck strain to look up while both men use your body for their own pleasure.
Sounds of slurping, squelching, and moaning surround the room. You could hear the quiet grunt of Mig while Miguel was a little louder, groaning and muttering things under his breath. You thought for a split second that Miguel was little more rough on you than his counterpart–or maybe it could’ve just been because it’s his first time fucking you. You didn’t care honestly.
You tried to focus on the Miguel in front of you, his dick filling your mouth and his tip occasionally poking the back of your throat and making you tear up. Your tongue swirls around him, gagging a bit and leaving copious amounts of spit on him. You glide your tongue under a throbbing vein of his and he hisses above you, his hand pulling your head forward to take him deeper and slapping his balls on your chin. “Fuck, I should’ve made you do this earlier–” He moans. “Should’ve known those pretty lips would do some good sucking me off.” He thrusts a bit faster and you can practically feel him swell up at the thought.
You moan around him, spit dribbling out your mouth and down your chin. You could taste the new flavor of his salty precum on your taste buds and the natural musk of his cock. Your jaw began to feel sore from being stretched open to accommodate his girth. Mig’s hand tried to shakily push back the stray hairs that had fallen in front of your face. “That’s it, gorgeous. You’re doing so good for me. You like that? Feeling full, hm?” He teased, knowing you couldn’t even answer if you tried.
More saliva accumulated inside your mouth and you moaned around him pathetically as your response. You pussy clenched from his teasing which made the brunette behind you groan and pump himself faster inside you. He held your hips tightly going fast and short strokes which increased the sound of skin slapping on skin. You focused your eyes up at the redhead until your eyes widened feeling a hard smack to your ass.
You whined around Mig’s cock, feeling the tears prick in your eyes from pain and pleasure while Miguel behind you left a few more slaps to your ass before squeezing it in his large hand. Mig looked over at his counterpart fucking you from behind, kneading the plump flesh while he bucked wildly like an primal animal. Miguel’s eyes were clouded with raw lust, focusing on the way your ass jiggled and rippled with every pound and slap, how you mewled around his variant’s cock and how your previous orgasm made it so much easier to slip in and out of you.
God, you were perfect, Miguel thought to himself. So desperate and so willing to have not just one of him but two. “So greedy,” He murmured between heavy breaths. “Just had to have two cocks, huh? Just one isn’t enough—couldn’t settle so you wanted me to fuck you, is that it? Needed your boss to cum inside this weeping cunt?” Miguel groaned and lolled his head slightly back while his hips began to speed up. His cock swelled inside you, his balls tightening for release but he held back–just a little longer, it feels too good.
Your eyes rolled back, unable to keep sucking the redhead dick anymore with how their teasing and talking sent you in overdrive. Drool leaked out of you and you felt your pussy gush more juices on him and down your thighs. Mig pats your cheek to wake you up out of your cock-drunk haze.
“Head up, princess. Keep sucking, I’m so close.” He moans, grabbing the back of your head and shoving you up and down on his length.
You were made for this, both Miguel’s decided. You knew just how to please them, your pussy was already carved in the shape of their cocks, your tongue knowing exactly how to suck. Now that they had you, they were never letting go. Maybe there are some things Miguel O’Hara can share.
You weakly went back to sucking Mig off, but he didn’t mind. Just the feeling of your wet warm and drooling mouth was enough to have his cock twitching down your throat.
“Haah, fuck–” The man above moans, gripping your hair tightly in his fists. “Shit, shit–I’m gonna cum.” He whines and tries to pull himself off you but you whimpered and reached out your hand to grab his thigh from moving away. He looks down to see your eyes pleading and begging him.
“You wanna swallow?” He asks between huffs, a smirk slowly curling up. “Alright. I’ll give you what you want, princess.” You closed your eyes, a silent thank you as you tried to properly help him reach his climax and cum in your mouth. Mig closes his eyes and thrusts in abandon, his tip rubbing against the back of your throat and swelling up before releasing in your mouth. You gag a bit, unexpecting so much to come out but you tried swallowing as much of him as you could.
You felt him softening on your tongue while you drank his thick cum, some of it being too much and dribbling down your lips and his length, Your tongue slipped around him to make sure he got his fill before he slid out your lips. A string of his cum and your saliva connecting from his tip to your wet lips. Mig stroked his cock a few more times, the beads of leftover cum spurting from his tip which you happily lapped up with the tip of your tongue.
“Oh, such a good girl.” Mig praises, his thumb cupping your chin to open your mouth to make sure you swallowed everything. You opened up softly, moaning and whimpering freely now that you aren’t hindered by dick down your throat. Mig, now exhausted from cumming, pulled away from you to sit on one of his plush chairs in his bedroom. His chest heaved up and down as he calmed down from his high. Meanwhile, your head fell to rest on the edge of the mattress while Miguel continued to hump you, his cock engorging every second with his own release. Especially with the way you moaned and squealed.
“Tan mojada, tan apretada–ay Dios–por favor, por favor–"Miguel moaned, slurring under his breath while he looked down to watch his dick disappear in your pussy and reappear with an unbelievable amount of wetness. His thrust went out of rhythm, now a desperate attempt to just finish inside you.
“I’m gonna cum inside, okay?” He groans. “Eso se suena bien, mami?” He leans over you to pound his cock in a different spot, his hand coming down to push your head in the mattress. Your cheek is smushed to the side and you can barely see Miguel fucking you from behind but you can feel his hand grab your entire head.
“Uh-huh!” You babble, mouth just being filled and drenched with cum. Miguel sees your eyes half-lidded and rolled back, jaw slack as you spill out moans and more drool with his variants cum drying on your chin and lips.
Miguel lets out a deep growl from his throat as he fastens his pace, his talons pricking your skin around your hip to keep you steady while he uses you. You scream his name, your vision going white and hot with pleasure as you finally reach your orgasm again. You came around him, the sound of wet plaps becoming more prominent as Miguel thrusts his last few times.
Seeing your body go limp and sensitive from just orgasming made his moan in response, his cock twitching wildly before stiffening and shooting his thick load inside you. He painted your insides white, the warmth of it slipping out between him and you from the sheer amount of cum he produced. Miguel continued to slowly pump himself dry, making sure your pussy squeezed every drop he could offer, shuddering when he pulled out of your wet walls to see himself drenched in both your fluids.
Miguel let you go, watching your spent body flop down without the help of him picking you up. It was now more quiet than usual, just the sounds of heavy breathing as you collected yourselves, sweat dripping down everyone’s skin.
Mig smirks lazily from his comfortable plush chair, his cock in his hand and semi-hard from watching you two finish. He glances at Miguel’s glistening cock, also semi-hard just by watching how you glow after cumming.
“I could go another round.” Mig huffs and Miguel turns to him with a tired look but with a speck of lust ignited in them.
You whimpered and shook from the aftershocks of your orgasm still flowing through you. “No…no more. I’m…It’s so sensitive…” You drooled on the sheets, trying to catch your breath and feel the nerves come back to your body.
Miguel looks down at you and nudges your legs apart to see the damage done to your pussy. Swollen and glistening with all types of fluids and cum. He uses his fingers to spread your folds and you twitch and whine weakly, Miguel’s cum oozing out of you. He jams the amount that had leaked out of your back inside with two of his fingers, making you moan. His other hand grabs your ass cheek apart and he grins.
Miguel looks up at his counterpart only to see him with the same toothy smirk. Great minds think alike.
~ Hello, I’m back for a short little thingy here. Sorry for the long absence, just been busy and hadn’t felt like writing. I hope you like this!
Tags: Literally just fluff and feelings, 1 line alluding to nsfw, fluff fluff fluff fluff, I pre-read this but I suck ass at prereading so I’m sorry if there are mistakes, GN reader but it’s referenced that Gabriella has your eyes like you gave birth to her, but if that doesn’t work for you just ignore it ❤️
Thinking about Ex-Husband Miguel O’Hara, who shared your lovely daughter Gabriella with you.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who still loves you. Every time he looks into your daughter’s eyes, he sees yours.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who lets you go despite his love. He knew things weren’t working for you anymore. So he let you leave.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who misses you every single day. But, at least he can see you when he picks up Gabriella and drops her off. For now, that’s enough. If that’s all he can get, it’s enough.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who sits at his dinner table with his precious daughter. He listens to her rambles with love, as she idly does her homework.
Ex-Husband Miguel, whose entire world stops when his daughter tells him you’ve been seeing someone lately.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who has to hold back his barrage of questions, because he knows his poor daughter really doesn’t deserve to go through an interrogation, just because he missed you.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who randomly started being over at your house more than usual.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who started staying for dinners at your daughter’s requests. When she asked you for him to stay, it seemed oddly rehearsed. Like someone told her to ask you that.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who knew you were a big softie who could never say no to your daughter. Especially when she pulled out the puppy eyes.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who was over at your house as a snowstorm hit. Gabriella proclaimed that he couldn’t go home now, he had to stay over.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who had a genuine smile on his face as he was able to put his daughter to bed with you again. Something he hadn’t done in a long, long time.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who looked ridiculous sleeping on your little couch. The blanket barely was enough to cover him up, and he looked freezing.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who joined you in your bed once your resolve broke and you couldn’t let him sleep on that thing any longer.
Ex-Husband Miguel, whose life finally felt like it was in one piece again, as he was in bed with you once more.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who couldn’t help but hold you close once he was sure you were asleep.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who froze when he saw you looking up at him.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who immediately let you go and began apologizing, saying he was just simply cold and wanted some warmth.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who froze once again when you kissed him.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who immediately kissed you back.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who held you close to him as he kissed you. It felt so unbelievably right. He had missed this so, so much.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who pulls apart and says nothing. All he can manage is look into your gorgeous eyes, that you share with his lovely daughter.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who confessed it all, right there. Who told you that he missed you, that everything had felt wrong since you had left him. That life seemed blander, and food seemed to taste worse, if that was even possible.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who was shocked when you told him you broke up with the man you were seeing, because you felt the same way. That you realized you still loved your ex-husband, that no other man could love you the way he could.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who kisses you again with his entire heart.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who treats you well that night. He makes you feel incredible, makes you feel like royalty as you lay under him.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who swears he would never give up this second chance.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who swore that he would treat you right this time. That this time, things would be better. That he wanted this to be it for you both, that he wanted you to be his one.
Ex-Husband Miguel, who a few years later, once again became, Husband Miguel.
I’ve never written in this style before, I also went in with no plan so I apologize if this wasn’t very good. However, I hope you enjoyed!!!
Please don’t repost, claim as your own, any of that stuff ❤️
P.S. check out my new masterlist, also reqs are very very welcome ❤️❤️
Synopsis: phone sex with Miguel. You're in your hotel room after a work conference and he's in another dimension tracking anomalies. Y'all have some fun on the phone. Dialogue only.
TW: MINORS DNI. Phone sex, smutty dialogue, fingering, masturbation. This is pure filth. Black text is him, red is you.
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Stop.
Please. It'll be fun.
This is actually insane.
No it's not, babe, a lot of people do it.
Like who?!
I dunno, my friend Jazmin did it with her boyfriend once when he was on vacation for like 2 weeks.
Okay we're not going to. ESPECIALLY if it's coming from Jazmin.
Pleaseeeeee.
Well, you get to start then.
Come here often? Badum tssss.
Wow. You're horrible at this.
Unh *fake moan*
Heh. That was kinda hot.
You're joking.
I am. Try again.
*Sigh*. Miguel, I.... you don't know how badly I miss you right now.
What do you miss about me?
Everything. Your eyes, your hair, your lips. The way you hold me. Your God awful jokes.
Go on. I'm enjoying this.
If you can see me, I just rolled my eyes.
Awh, don't be like that.
Ugh.
Be serious.
Remember when we went camping in the Catskills?
Yeah?
I want you to fuck me that good all the time.
....you liked it that much?
.....*sighh* yeah. Yeah.......
Are you touching yourself?
Yeah...
Where are you touching yourself, baby?
I'm rubbing this tight little pussy imagining you stretching me out.
Fffuck. Baby....
Miguel...
Baby, keep making those sounds for me. I'm stroking my cock right now.
Miguel. I need you so fucking bad.
Really baby? You want me?
God yes...
You want this cock?
God, yes baby, I'm a little whore for your cock.
Say that again, baby.
I'm a little whore for your cock.
Tell me how good I fuck you.
When you fuck me it feels like heaven baby. God I get so drunk on your cock.
Oh my fucking God....
Mmm yeah....I want you to pound me like the little slut I am.
Ohhh....oh I'm gonna fuckin pound you baby. I'm gonna make you so dumb for this cock.
What else are you gonna do to me baby?
I'm gonna fuck that little pussy like it belongs to me. I'm not gonna stop til you can't walk.
Miguel...
Baby... God I love it when you say my name.
Miguel, Miguel, Miguel....
Mierda... you don't know what that does to me....
I'm so fucking wet right now...so tight.
Keep fingering yourself for me baby. Imagine it's me.
Tell me what to do.
Want you to start rubbing that clit for me. Can you do that baby, hmm?
Ahhh... aughhhh baby I'm too sensitive.
That's okay baby you can do it. Be a good girl for me.
Ohhh Miguel.. it's too much.
Yeah.. yeah you like it right? You like what I'm doing to you, mami? Making you so dumb for this thick cock.
I can't baby, I can't...I'm gonna cum.
Not yet baby, I'm not done with you.
*Whimpers* please...
I promise I'll let you cum baby, I promise, you gotta do what I say though.
Okay baby.
Stick your finger in that tight pussy and move it for me until it feels good.
Ohhh...
You doing it?
Yes baby.
Good. How does that feel?
Feels so good baby, I love your finger inside me.
Add another finger for me, love.
Ow.. oh...
Such a dirty girl. Taking it so good.
Mmmm yeah I'm such a dirty girl for you.
Yeah you are baby. Put another finger in that tight pussy.
Baby it hurts...
It's okay, it's okay, baby. Relax for me. If I was there I'd loosen you up with my tongue.
Yeah?
Yeah baby I love tasting you. Taste so fucking good when I make you cum on my face.
Thinking about rewriting Sonder (aka Unexpected Love) only because I’m kinda stuck with writing their chapters and scenes. I do have a general idea on how each chapter goes but I feel like their relationship is progressing too fast for me.
Sonder was supposed to be a fanfic where I wanted to express more of Miguel’s soft side and just create these silly scenarios involving him; the trope of “Big Tough Guy actually has a heart of gold.” Also it was just a way for me to improve my writing while having fun, that’s why a lot of scenes are very dramatic possibly cringy to some people?
FYI, I do have some parts written on the 4th chapter. Maybe this is just me feeling a little insecure about my writing and writing a fanfic that was supposed to be a carefree, fun experience into someone more serious.
