#Miggy sitting in a closet

[monarchberrysblog]

Alright

*clasps hand*

I love you so very much, and I’ll be watching you from your window. (Inside joke)

How about… cowboy!Miggy spectating a gal and her pals, she’s challenged to ride one of those rodeo bulls by her friends and fell like, three seconds in. Obvi she failed, so she has to go get another round of shots for her friends. So he took the opportunity to offer some lessons with the cowboy himself😇

EL TORO 🐂

✭ 18+ Cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: losing a bet with your best friends, you buy drinks after failing to stay on a mechanical bull for eight seconds, but before you buy another round of drinks, a local cowboy helps you…

✭ content warning: sexual innuendos, Miguel is a little unhinged, dry humping, grinding, cumplay (?), cum-eating (?), semi-exhibitionism, hook-up with a stranger, and alcohol is mentioned. VIEWER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

✭ word count: +1.8k words

✭ a/n: AUGHHHH cowboy! Miguel has me in a chokehold omfg. but here you go, pookie! thank you for your undying support and love! Your wish has been granted 💋 (if there are flaws, I apologize in advance 🩷)

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

Orange opaque lights make up the dimly lit bar. Locals from around were either at a table, drinking away from those green beer bottles you grew familiar with ever since you were younger, or seeing your uncles consume those bottles at a baptism or a wedding banquet. Or you saw the occasional burnt middle-aged man sitting at the island counter, rambling to the bartender about his day, complaining about his cattle or the weather. But for you, you came to the bar unwillingly, as your best friends insisted that you liven up the environment.

But really, it was a pathetic excuse to get you out of your grandparent's bungalow home and to meet someone.

・º♢

"Come on! It'll be fun!" Xina urges, flashing her signature smug smile that always appears when she's up to something mischievous. It was always the same arrogant look she did whenever y'all were kids when she got extra chips or a cookie from her pantry closet. Hell, it was the same look your other friends gave you whenever your grandmother or grandfather offered them fresh fruits from their farm.

"No," you quickly retort, sipping your cocktail. "Please!" MJ pleads, grasping your wrists and seemingly ready to kneel. "PLEASE!" Xina soon exclaims, joining MJ to cause a scene with those around you.

"Xina, MJ…!"

"PLEASE!" They draw out the last syllable together, their voice taking on a childish tone reminiscent of when they were eight years old, fleeing from a honey bee or spider. "Okay! Okay..." You groan out, shaking your head in defeat.

"Yes!" Xina pumps her fist in victory before removing your fruity margarita from your hands and placing it on the table. "Now get on! And if you don't last eight seconds, you pay for our next round of drinks!" A low groan emerges from the back of your throat like alcohol stinging your esophagus, ready to escape. But your body, unfortunately, didn't want to do that for you so you could weasel out of the bet. You look back to see MJ at y'all's table, keeping an eye on the drinks while looking at Xina guide (dragging) you across the bar.

Your shoes squeak against the wooden floors as you get pushed to the mechanical bull area. "Just stay on there for eight seconds, and you don't have to pay for our round of shots." You and Xina passed through the semi-packed bar, occasionally brushing shoulders from a couple of guests in the bar. But one character caught your attention, nearly knocking you off your feet.

His russet brown eyes burned into your soul while his cowboy hat shielded the glisten in his eyes, giving him a dead look by any bystander who dared to make eye contact with him. His eyes match yours, lingering on your orbs. The prolonged millisecond of eye contact seized when he smirked, his eyes lingering on you and you only.

His hands, weathered and rugged, bore the marks of hard work - dry, with occasional scars and scratches, yet exuding strength. They were the hands of a hard-working man, capturing attention as much as his eyes did, capturing attention as much as his eyes did. His shirt was unbuttoned, clearly showing a bit of his chest and hair peppered. Oh, how it would feel to be held in those strong hands... Or how his hands would hold onto your hips while bouncing on his dick—

"C'mon! It's your turn to get on!" Xina urges, directing your attention away from the man and to your inevitable end of the night- falling off a mechanical bull within three seconds.

/

You sit at your table, hair somewhat touseled about while you order the next round of drinks for you and your rowdy group of friends. You looked at the half-assed served shot glass and glared at your best friends as they took their shots. With a sigh of defeat, you walk to the bar counter and take a seat on the wooden stool, covering your face and hiding away the embarrassment.

You settled onto the bar counter, absently running your finger along the smooth rim of your shot glass. A sense of intrusion picked at your gut as you felt someone trespassing on your personal space. Glancing to your left, you saw the familiar figure of the man from earlier, seated a few stools away. Your eyes dart back to the tiny glass in your hands, playing with it.

"You couldn't last eight seconds."

That sounded more evocative than it had to.

"Excuse me?"

"3.4 seconds." He adds, not acknowledging the rhetorical question you spat out. "You're those women having to give up straddling like how a car needs an oil change."

What the—

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"You lack balance, sweetheart. And movement." He lifts his shot glass, calling the bartender to refill his shot glass. "It’s straightforward."

"Oh yeah, since you seem to know everything about it, give me some constructive criticism then." You reiterate, knowing that this man was going to play the smartass card with you by sharing information that is useless or already known by the public.

"You’re not engaging your core, and you don't have any balance on your hips." He sighs before mumbling about city folk and getting off his seat. "C’mere." He waved his hand over, ushering you to get close. You didn't know if it was your being an actual dumbass, but you got off your seat and made your way over.

"M’kay," He sighs before getting off his seat and touching your hips. “It's all here, sweetheart. You have to move with the bull; it's called inertia," His hand rests on your hips and squeezes that specific area. "Always move in the opposite direction of the mechanical bull."

"If the bull moves forward, you move back. And if the bull moves back…?"

"I move forward?"

He nods before patting your tummy. "And engage your core a bit. You have abs under there, sweetheart."

His words of advice continue but they muffled out while taking note of his hand resting against your soft stomach, feeling the heat of his palm.

You take note of his words and stop. "Wait, how do you know how to do this?"

"Take it or leave it." He mumbles before he takes his shot and slams the shot glass down. "Actually," He clears his throat and sighs. "Tell them you want to redeem yourself, then tell your friend, the one who dared you to ride the bull, to buy the bill, and I owe you a drink if you make it past eight seconds."

"And if you don't, you owe me a drink."

He removes his hands from your soft stomach and sits back on the stool. "It’s your decision, sweetheart."

You think momentarily, considering the options he placed on the table. The idea of not having to pay a tab and getting a free drink sounded satisfying.

"Will you show me how?"

"Sure, why not?"

/

Sitting on his lap in the darkest, dingiest parts of the bar was not in the plans, but your pigheadedness said otherwise. You straddle down on his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders. "Keep your balance, sweetheart." His right hand pats on your hip before bucking his hips against yours, earning a low groan from him.

"Engage your core and move in the opposite direction of me." His warm breath fans your face before he bucks his hips once again to your clothed sex. A soft mewl escapes your lips, feeling his clothed bulge against your clothed entrance.

"You can do it, c’mon…”

You pathetically moved against his aching bulge, pushing your moist gusset against his denim jeans. "There we go, move your hips to gain balance, move with me."

His dick twitched underneath you, pushing up to be free from its constraints. You slowly gyrated down, bucking your hips against his movement, creating a comfortable tempo.

A choked groan verberates your chest, sending the sensation to Miguel, earning a low moan from the man. "C'mon, keep it up." He jerks his bulge upwards, finally finding its way in between your clothed folds. You wailed, feeling his length now against your clothed clit, rubbing against the sensitive bud slowly and deliciously. You could sense the arousal trickling down to your soaked gusset and gathering the slick arousal in the cloth. "You can do it."

You patted his shoulder and took in deep breaths.

"Try again." His usual staid words slowly evolved into breathy whimpers. Miguel's words of affirmation slowly died, becoming breathy moans and grunts. The typical demands slowly turned into begging as you continued to push downwards, feeding the desires you two desperately wanted.

"Muneca..." He rasps out before you see his hands scramble down to his belt.

The sound of his belt clinking was enough of an indicator, but you knew what was next. The sound, let alone left you salivating with anticipation.

"Grind on the length."

Oh... Oh.

Glancing down, your eyes widen at the sight. Sure, he was pushing seven inches but the girth... With your left hand, you move the gusset of your underwear to the side and slowly guide your aching core down to his length, slowly enveloping his length into your soaked folds.

A low groan verberates your chest cavity, soaking the length of your slick, sticky arousal. The slippery sensation of your clit gliding down Miguel’s length, creating delicious friction.

"C’mon, move your hips."

Your body went on autopilot on that demand, relying on your slick arousal to move fluidly on his length. "You're a fast learner, aren't you?" He groans out quietly, still holding onto your hips.

Soft pants and groans filled the small space and evolved into loud guttural groans from both of y'all.

"Sweetheart, slow down a bit." His breathy request fell on deaf ears before you did as he demanded. "You're humping me like I'm your pillow." He groans out before he adjusts you off his length, feeling the slick linger onto his skin.

He takes his pointer and middle finger, gathers the slick off his length, and places said fingers at the bottom plush of your lips, lightly tapping them, almost asking for permission. "Seems like you understand what I say," He pats your rear lovingly with his free hand before you suckle on his fingers, tasting the mess you left behind. He hums while you clean the pads of his fingers clean.

"Now, ride the bull for me." He demands.

/

The walk back to the lively scenery returned you to your senses as you prepared to confront your little group of friends. The conversation jumped about like crickets hopping around a long grassy field. It felt like there was no point in being driven before you challenged them against their better judgment and bet. Xina's lips pursed straight, and she nodded to her other girlfriends. The group looked at each other momentarily and caved in, just to see themselves embarrass themselves for the second time that night.

But it wasn't going to happen again...

Straddling down on the pseudo-bull, you looked out to the semi-lively bar, seeing your friends watching from afar and your 'mentor' looking at you while taking a shot. With a raise of his brow and tipping his cowboy hat, a surge of content rested in your belly.

[cherryredstars]

Hey Cherry, I love ur blog. Can I request afab!reader giving Miguel a little strip tease? You can add the context, I just want Miggy to watch as his beautiful lady teases him and makes him wait to get the goods. Thank you very much, and have a lovely new year :)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Mentions of Nudity, Sexual Touching, Mentions of Fingering

A/N: You just KNOW it's bad if it says happy new years LOL. I hope this year is treating you well, love!

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You didn't mean to be a tease.

You were simply doing what you always did after your shower. The only difference is Miguel laying in bed watching you. You had ignored him, walking over to your things on the dresser. Your towel was clutched tight to your body, the outfit you were planning for your night out sitting on a hanger next to your closet. But before you put it on, you went through your routine.

You reach for your bottle of lotion, (something that smelled pleasant but didn't seem worth the money you had spent on the name brand cream), and hit the cap against your palm. Your music could still be heard from the bathroom, and you hummed along to the tune, occasionally whispering the words under your breath as you uncapped the bottle. With slight pressure, the cold lotion gathered in your hand, and you slapped the cap back onto the heel of your palm before setting it on the dresser. You smooth the clump over your hands, getting them evenly coated before bending down. It was slightly awkward as your hair began to fall in your face and you had to press your arms firmly to your sides to keep the towel from falling off.

As you begin to rub the lotion into your skin, a sudden noise from behind you makes you startle. Still in your position, you turn to look over your shoulder. Miguel enters your view instantly, seeing that he pushed his holographic screens that he was working on to the side to get a good view of you. His hand was pressed into the front of his pants, his eyes half lidded as he looks at you. But his eyes aren't trained on your face. No, they're trained to where your towel rides up slightly over your ass from your position, giving him a perfect view of your pussy. He presses his hand harder against himself, his wrist beginning to move in slow rolls.

It makes your cheeks flush, and you call out his name in a chastise. But he pays you no mind as he continues looking, making you hastily straighten up and turn around. Your face is still hot from his actions, but you clear your throat and try to get rid of the lewd image. You pick up your perfume, clearing your through as you begin fiddling with it as you tilt your head back slightly to spray the sweet scent over your skin. The expensive bottle almost slips out of your hands as you feel Miguel's stomach suddenly pressing against your back. Your head tilts further back to look up at him, your eyes meeting his blazing red ones. You begin to open your mouth to question him, but a sharp gasp leaves your lips as his warm palm snakes under your towel and cups the entirety of your cunt.

Your cheeks absolutely burn, your body becoming very aware of his touch and the hardness pressing against you. Miguel presses against you harder, forcing your body to bend down until your chest is pressed down against the dresser. Miguel's body follows, keeping you down as he buries his head into the junction of your neck to smell your signature scent.

"Let me help you rub that in, hermosa," he mutters, his warm breath heating your ear. And you don't even have time to protest when he slips his fingers inside of you and begins to massage your gummy walls.

Looks like you might need another shower after this.

[kingalooo]

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭?

This is more of a drabble from Flores since I wish Miguel would sneak into my room :((( This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks LMFAO

Minors do not interact!!!

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-After that little interaction in the kitchen, it became a constant routine.

-Most of the time it would be Miguel initiating anything and everything

-It was our little secret

-From groping you secretly at functions

-Fingering you in the living room

-Sneaking kisses down the hallway of the house

-Or more recently, sneaking him in through your bedroom window

-It was a constant thing atp

-It wasn’t everyday though, he’d make sure you were well rested for your classes or work the next day

-He didn’t want his girl to be tired or exhausted

-Especially after a long night🤭

-But tonight you didn’t have to be anywhere the next day

-You weren’t expecting him to come in at all tonight since he’d usually send a message

-A soft knock echoed in the room

-Startled from your sleep, you get up from bed and head towards the window

-“Miggy, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” I say, rubbing my eyes tiredly

-“Lo siento princesa I just couldn’t sleep…” Miguel smiled apologetically, noticing how tired you looked. “I figured I’d sleep better with you next to me.”

-sleep better after fucking me 😻

-After letting this ginormous man through the window, we made our way to my bed. I slip into his warm embrace

-It was great and all

-But now you couldn’t sleep

-You begin playing with his fingers

-He was half asleep atp but let you do as you pleased with him

-“Miggy?”

-“Mande mi reina…” He mumbled back in a raspy voice

-Y’all hear something purring?

-“Now I can’t sleep,” I frown at him “Thanks a lot.”

-He chuckled, playing with your hair with his free hand while you played with the other

-“I'm sorry mi reina…” He planted a small kiss on my lips. Was that enough? No.

-You shift yourself to sit on top of his lap, his hands instinctively gripping your hips

-“I like where this is going…” Miguel grinned

-“Guess you’re going to have to stay awake now,” I tease, slowly grinding against his hips

-Miguel had no problem letting you take control every now and then

-But the way you looked on top of him made him go ballistic

-That lace nightgown you were wearing was his favorite

-Easier access to everything he wanted

-This little teasing of yours wasn’t going to cut it

-He quickly flips you over so he’s on top

-Positioning himself instantly, his clothed erection throbbing against your wet panties

-He thrusted against you, earning both a moan from you and a groan from him

-This continued for a bit, whispering encouraging words into your ear

-Then there was a knock

-Both of our heads snapped towards the sound

-“Mija? Estás despierta?” (My daughter? Are you awake?)

-HOLYYYYYY

-“Get in my closet”

-Imagine a 6’9 man in a tiny closet LMFAO

-He made it work regardless in just a matter of seconds

-You quickly adjust yourself, throwing on a robe before opening the door to see your dad standing on the other side

-“¿Qué fue ese ruido?” (What was that sound?)

-“Perdon apa, I was fixing my bed…” You answer innocently

-“Esta bien, pero ya duérmete es demasiado tarde…” He says back in a serious tone before shutting the door (That’s okay, but go to bed it’s really late.)

-You turn back to face the closet

-Miguel peaks his head out

-“I don’t know how you did it,” I try to hold back a laugh as he tries to slip out of the tight space

-“Adrenaline rush princesa,” He chuckles. “No te regaño?” (Did he scold you?)

-“Not really, he just said go to bed…” I yawn before taking his hand in mine and guiding him back to bed

-We gladly go back into our cuddling position

-But not before his hand grips your ass

-“Miguel.”

-“It’s a habit.”

I literally love this man sooo much ugh 😔

[sensei-venus]

Miguel’s Old Flannel~ (Miguel Diaz x Chubby!Reader)

(Edited) (Date Night, Collage!Miguel, Body Worship, Mild Rough Sex)

Miguel just couldn't stop staring at his girlfriend from the minute she got out of the bathroom. His eyes locked onto her figure as she moved around his room looking for something, he had no idea what. Eyes focused on her figure, the way her thighs jiggled a little as she moved around the room, or the way her ass was basically eating the old pair of night shorts she had brought over at some point. But what got him really going was his stupid old flannel button-up she had dug out of his closet.

The beginning of the night was spent having fun out on a dinner date. After an amazing dinner, they had stopped at a classy little sidebar in town to just have a small drink before heading back to Miguel's place for the night. It was all fun for a while, the two of them talked and kissed a bit in a small booth in the back of the bar.

They cuddled for an hour or so before finishing their drinks and calling it a night and getting ready to leave. He remembered watching her stand up from the booth, he made sure her short dress didn't ride up from sitting down. A split second later she was gasping and stumbling back into the booth table, the front of her dress covered in cold cheap beer.

The whole top of her dress was covered in booze from some random guy who bumped into her. Miguel shot up from the booth in a split second ready to bow up at the guy who just ruined his girlfriend's new dress and completely embarrassed her in front of the whole bar full of people.

The asshole didn't even apologize and just walked off before anyone could say something. Miguel wanted to go off and tell the guy off, even throw a punch or two, but his girlfriend stopped him by saying "It's ok Miggy, how about we just go back to your place and I'll get cleaned up? I just want to get this crap off me before it gets too sticky and I start smelling too bad." She smiled at him and he could only sigh back.

The two of them left and quickly drove back to his apartment where he let her grab whatever she wanted out of his closet to change into. She took a quick shower and showed back up wearing his old flannel.

Now she was parading around his room, ass out, chubby belly poking out the bottom of the slightly snug shirt, round plump breasts that looked like they could spill out at any moment. He couldn't tell if she was acting stupid or if she knew that she was making his dick hard with every jiggle or with every bend that showed off her fat ass.

He wasn't lying about the fact that those shorts were practically getting eaten by her ass, from his viewpoint from the bed he could tell she didn't put any panties on after taking a shower. One wrong move, one slip and he knew he would get an eye full of her naked folds. He wished she would come a little closer and bend over right in front of him just so he could get a nice eye full of her pussy.

"Miguel, can you help me find my phone? I left it somewhere in here but I can't seem to find it," she mumbled as she picked over some random clothes that littered his room. He smirked as he got up from his bed and strolled over to her wiggling form. He slowly snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her wide waist. His hands gripped at the bottom roll of her belly that squeezed out from under his shirt.

He groaned into her hair, his cheek pressed firmly into the side of her head. He smiled saying " You know I think you may have left it on the bed before you got in the shower." His breath fanning over her ear. She gave a small smile before rolling her eyes and gently prying his arms from around her.

She gently pushed him off before walking over to the bed and looking over the sheets and blanket for her lost phone.

Before she could even try to start actually looking for her missing phone, she felt a strong hand push her down onto the bed. Her upper half folded and crumpled down onto the soft mattress. She let out a surprised gasp as large warm hands spread her ass cheeks, a second later one cheek was let go but then a heavy-handed slap was received onto that exact cheek. She could only let out a small pleasure-filled moan as her abused ass cheek was once again pulled apart, her shorts were only pulled to the side for a moment, and her damp pussy lips exposed.

"Shit mama your already getting wet for me and all I did was give you a little spank to the ass? I think I might have to fix that." a moment later she felt him run a thick thumb through her folds, pushing on her clit before running down her lips to her hole.

She could feel herself twitch as his thumb slowly pushed into her, she shivered and bit her bottom lip as he moved his finger in and out of her tight cunt."Miggy please stop teasing me like that." Her voice was pitched a little too much for her liking, the way he slowly traced her gummy walls made her squirm. He was playing with her. Her face was growing hotter and hotter by the minute the more he played around with her cunt.

She could feel the way she was starting to drip off his finger. Moments later the thumb that had been inside her was removed and before she could protest, the shorts she had on were yanked off and she was being lifted and thrown onto the bed face first. She yelped as she was manhandled onto the bed.

Her head turned to look at the smirking Miguel who stood at the front of the bed. He was quick to make work of his sweatpants and boxers, his shirt was pulled off and thrown on the other side of the room. Her eyes were half-lidded as she took in the sight of her boyfriend. The way his abs moved every time he took a deep breath or the way his pecs naturally twitched in the moment. Her mouth watered as her eyes moved south. The way he held his fat cock in one hand and slowly stroked it. He was already hard and waiting.

She watched as the same thumb that had just been inside her was rubbed over his slit, swiping away a bead of pre. Her mind was fuzzy as he joined her on the bed and went to work kissing along her neck and the exposed area of her chest. Her fingers slowly started to unbutton the shirt to give him more room.

When she reached the last button she was starting to pant, she tried to completely take the old shirt off she was stopped by Miguel's hands on top of hers.

"Keep it on, I want to fuck that pretty little cunt while you wear my shirt, got it." his like were hot against her soft tit as he looks up at her with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

She nodded as she let the now-open shirt fall open. A moment later she was flipped over onto the big bed, her face in the sheets as her ass hung in the air completely exposed to her boyfriend who hovered over her body. She moaned out as once again she was spread open, but a moment later the blunt head of Miguel's dick was pushing into her hole. He was slow to enter, he hissed as her tight walls pulled him in. She was so hot and wet that he could nearly stop himself from going balls deep right into her.

It didn't take long for him to bottom out inside her. Within seconds had was already pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in. The sound of his balls meeting thick ass echoed around his room. One of his hands played with her rolls before landing on one of her breasts.

His fingers pulled and pinched at her hard nipple as he grouped at the flesh of her tit. His other hand pushed her face into the bed, her face tilted to the side as she moaned out at every thrust. Her body jiggled with every thrust making Miguel almost purr with lust. His chest molded to her back. He sucked along the back of her neck and across her shoulders.

He could only smirk as he speed up and his girlfriend squirmed and whimpered in pleasure under him. He grunted out as his trusts grew deeper and the sounds of their lovemaking got louder. Actually he fully admitted, it wasn't love making, he was fucking his girlfriend stupid. He could feel her tight little cunt squeeze around him every time he moved inside of her.

He could feel the wetness pooling around the base of his dick and the way it was starting to drip down his balls. The way she moved against him made him grin even harder. Her ass moved back against him every time he pulled out. If he was really in the teasing mood he would have loved to completely pull out and slap his dick over her wet cunt a few times for show. But he didn't feel like it, he just wanted to watch his girlfriend fall apart on his dick, in his shirt. It wasn't long before he knew she was close.

The way she was starting to clamp up around his shaft and her thick thighs started to shake, threatening to collapse under her. Her moans were starting to turn into high-pitched screams into the sheet below. He could his own balls drawing up with every pass of her wet folds. He quickly flipped her on her side, throwing a leg over his shoulder and straddling the other one. He watched as her belly pooled and rolled with every thrust he made. The way her tits bounced. Her eyes were squeezed shut but he could see the tears in her lashes. She moaned out as she grasped at his forearm and moved against him. Her lips were swollen and he could see where she was biting at her bottom one.

He couldn't stop himself from pulling open the shirt more and letting one of his free hands go down to start circling her clit. She hissed at the feeling of her clit being played with. He speed up as he mouthed at her tit.

"Cum on my cock mama, cream on my dick and I'll fuck a load right into that cunt. You deserve a fat load right in that fat cunt. Being such a good girl for me, taking my fat cock like a champion. Cum mama."

A few thrusts later she was clamping around him, he could only watch as her belly squeezed and her legs shook. Her foot dug into his back as her toes curled from her orgasm. Her scream was silent. Her chest shook as she panted out, he could almost feel her vibrating underneath him. His own orgasm hit him like a wave. He was balls deep as he shot his load right into her cunt. He could feel himself jerk inside her with every new spurt of seed. He rocked back and forth into her, his fingers still playing with her clit to help her ride out her orgasm. For a good second, he could feel the head of his dick brush against her cervix.

They sat like that for a good few minutes, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Their skin was tacky with sweat. Miguel didn't want to pull out, he wanted to keep her used cunt stuffed with his cum for the rest of the night, but he slowly pulled out. He let her leg fall to the side as the head of his soft cock left her hole with a small pop, leaving it gapping and sticky.

He smirked as he watched her little pussy gasp around nothing and a slow trickle of white seed started to drip out onto the sheets below. His dick left with a creamy ring around the base as a happy reminder of how his girl creamed all over him.

Catching her breath she panted out " Maybe I should dig around in your closet for stuff to wear to bed more often if that's the kinda reaction I'm going to get out of you." She gave a tired smile.

Miguel could only raise an eyebrow before smirking and replying back "I don't think you will even fit in one the next time, your tits will be too full of milk and your belly too big with our kid. If we keep doing this I knew ill get you pregnant before the end of the year."

He watched as her head fell back into the bed with her eyes closed in her orgasm afterglow.

He could only bite his lip as he watched more cum drip down her folds and down her ass.

[sassypossumm]

Tentacles and Desire

You discover some very... interesting fictions floating around the internet about your boyfriend... and naturally get sucked into them...

Just imagining opening your laptop to innocently scroll through tumblr, only to find some kinky crack fic about your man... and trying to hide the new obsession you've got with it

TW: probably the most crack fic smut I've ever cooked up, Minors Do Not Engage, lots of tentacles, breeding kink, aphrodisiacs

Word Count: 2,886

It had started innocently enough... truly it had. You'd been mindlessly scrolling one night, pausing occasionally to 'heart' one of the countless fan interpretations or recreations of your boyfriend, the same man who sat next to you in bed, glasses perched on his nose as he studied some anomaly or another.

Yes, you'd started out mindlessly scrolling... but that was until you ran across it. Monster fucking... featuring your sweet Migs. Your face heated as you read, and rubbed your thighs together subtly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

Glancing over at him, you saw him looking at you with a raised brow. Crap, of course he'd noticed. Clearing your throat, you turned off your phone and laid it on the nightstand.

"You alright?" Taking off his glasses, Miguel set his gizmo on his nightstand and cupped your jaw with his hand.

"I'm fine, Migs." You smiled, too brightly and shifted away from his hand, but not before he caught your chin between his fingers and leaned closer, narrowing his eyes.

"You're flushed, your pupils are dilated, and your breathing is shallow." He said neutrally, turning your face a little to study you.

"Maybe it's just,"

"You're aroused." He cut you off with a low rumble in his chest. His deep rich voice seeped straight into your blood stream and flowed directly to your pulsing clit. Your heart shuddered and you nodded dumbly.

Miguel hummed and leaned closer, sealing his lips over yours. You weren't sure who parted their lips first, but the second his tongue touched yours, you were done for, and Miguel was sufficiently too distracted for the rest of the night to inquire any more about what had flustered you.

One bullet dodged.

Unfortunately, that one fic had been your gateway drug down the rabbit hole of torrid smut fics featuring your beloved boyfriend. It was getting harder and harder to keep your new habit a secret. And part of all your subterfuge and dodging involved finding... unorthodox places to indulge in your latest addiction.

Which explained why Miguel found you in the back of your coat closet, buried behind a rack of, well, coats.

"Amor?"

You jumped when you heard his low voice in the closet, and dropped your phone. The overhanging light flicked on, and Miguel looked down at you in confusion, hunched in the corner, looking terribly guilty.

"Miggy, hi!" You said much too brightly, fumbling with your hands before clasping them around your knees. Miguel raised a brow and folded his arms.

"Why are you sitting in our coat closet... in the dark?" He leaned against the door frame. He noticed how you stiffened and that your eyes flit nervously to your phone. You tensed as his eyes narrowed in on you like a hunter, and you slowly inched your hand towards the phone.

"Oh, you know, I was just..." Miguel was quicker than you and he pounced, grabbing the phone. "Migs, no!" You scrambled to your feet as he raised a brow and looked down at your phone... at your unlocked phone. At the rather pornographic depiction of him with a tentacled torso and a lengthy smut fic under it.

His eyes flicked back up to yours, and a sly grin crept over his face.

"Oh?" His grin widened at your horrified expression, and he scrolled to read.

"Aw, Miguel, come on, give it back!" You moaned, jumping and grabbing for the phone, but ultimately knowing that it was futile given his incredible height advantage over you. All you could do was melt into a puddle of embarrassment as his brows rose the longer, he read.

Do you know why I'm here?" My bedroom door slammed open, jolting me out of my sleep. Quite frankly I was pissed.

It didn't matter that the stranger in my doorway was crazy tall and built like a greek statue, he'd woken me from one of the best dreams I'd had in a long time. Rubbing my eyes, I bolted up in my bed and bunched the blankets up to cover my chest. 

"Why you're here?! Dude, I don't even know who you are!" The man stepped into my room and closed the door behind him, when he locked it though, alarm bells started going off in my head. He didn't lock the door with a hand, he locked the door with a tentacle. Covering my mouth with my hand I backed against the headboard and watched him in horror. He was mostly tentacle.

His face was human though he sported a pair of fangs which were honestly a little too freaky for my taste, but that torso, and those shoulders. It really ought to be illegal for anyone to be that insanely built. That shoulder to waist ratio had my blood humming. Think like... like a centaur, but instead of horse legs... tentacles. My eyes drifted from his insanely chiseled chest back to his face. I was trying to ignore the tentacles. 

"I'm here," he slithered further into the room and reached out a tentacle towards me. When I shied away from the appendage, he gripped my chin roughly and jerked my head back, so I was staring into his eyes.

His stormy dark eyes. "Look at me!" He roared. Tentacles flared and wiggled about his body as he inflected. Flinching, I squirmed at his touch and shuddered. 

"I'd rather not if it's all the same to you." That's it, play it cool. Only I totally wasn't playing it cool, all that pulsing flesh just dangling around this chiseled Adonis was having an unwarranted effect on my body. I was dripping and this jerk knew it, but he didn't have to know that I knew that he knew. Lowering his brows, he leaned forward so his... (human?) face was directly in front of my human face. 

"You'll get used to me, conejita." He'd brought forth another tentacle to slowly massage my shoulder while he spoke. Gritting my jaw, I fought back the overwhelming urge to dry heave directly into his face. His stupidly hot face. Seriously, I mean, this guy had the most chiseled jawline I'd ever seen. "I've been observing you." 

"Of course, you have." I don't know where I got the courage from, but I folded my arms and rolled my eyes. Buff tentacle man clearly didn't like that. Or he did. Honestly it was hard to tell, either way, I quickly found myself pinned against the wall, tentacle man held me suspended with nothing but his buff, taught torso keeping me from hitting the floor.

Tentacles came forth to wind around my wrists and keep them pinned above my head. Fire licked straight towards my core at the feel of the pulsing flesh throbbing against my fluttering pulse points. Swallowing a moan, I looked down from my wrists to see him staring at me like I was a breakfast burrito from taco bell. 

"Since you don't want to hear the long story, I'll cut to the chase." 

"Please do." I huffed like I had better things to be doing. Raising a brow, he chose to ignore my sarcasm, and instead pressed his body tighter against mine, if that was even possible. 

"You need protection, conejita." His grip on my wrists tightened and he paused to close his eyes and lick his lips. I'd like to see what else that tongue can do. Whoa! Where did that come from?! 

"And what do you need?" Against my better judgement I opened my mouth. Buff guys eyes sprang open and he gave me a perverted grin before leaning forward to lick my ear. 

"Your womb, my dear ." He whispered, slowly rubbing my stomach with yet another pulsing tentacle. 

"Hm, kinky." I raised a brow, hoping I was playing this thing cool. If he thought for one minute that I wanted to be his... walking incubator, this guy had another thing coming to him, buff sexy bod or not! 

"No more games!" The tentacles above my head shook my wrists rather violently. Shaking my head, I struggled to refocus on his face. 

"I didn't realize we were playing games." I knew that if this went on for much longer, I was going to lose my ever loving mind. Clenching my thighs together, I tried to focus on anything but the way his hold on me was triggering my body. Unfortunately, it seemed that buff guy picked up on this little fun fact. 

"Your body seems to like me more than you care to admit." He purred, rubbing a tentacle across my cheek. A shudder went through my body, and I fought back a moan. He sucked and nibbled a path down my neck towards my collarbone, somehow managing to continue with his little speech. "You may not know this, but I have a heightened sense of smell, conejita." 

"Y-yeah?" I was panting at this point, and my thighs were shaking from the strain of trying to keep them clenched. 

"Hm." He dragged his nose up over the trail of marks until he nuzzled my pulse point. "Your pheromones are divine." My eyes crossed as he began to massage my fluttering pulse with his tongue. 

"I-it's all for you, daddy." His tongue froze and he tilted his head back to look at me. We stared at each other for a long moment, my eyes going wide in horror and his going wide in amusement. 

"Daddy?" He practically purred the word, looking down to stare at my neck. Leaning forward again, he latched onto my neck, and I gasped at the feel of incisors piercing my skin. The most delicious sensation flowed through my body with the suction of his mouth on my neck, and the lathing of his tongue across the skin he'd bitten. I take back everything I said about the fangs.

"Woah! W-what's that?" Those pleasant sensations were beginning to thrum through my bloodstream, and was it just me or was the room getting hotter and hotter? I thrashed and bucked against his hold on me. "What did you do to me?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes. 

"An aphrodisiac, my dear." He said, and might I say that the clinical nature of his tone sent even more shivers down my spine. "It should heighten the bonding experience."

I was so gone on the endorphins rushing through my system that I could only manage a weak nod. "Look at you," He chuckled, sending another tentacle slithering up my leg and towards my aching core. "I've barely started and you're already dumbstruck." He shook his head, eyes full of contempt. If his tentacles hadn't been doing such delightfully sinful things to my body, I might have been more offended. 

"Please," his constant massaging had me rutting against his tentacle. Pausing he pulled back the appendage currently soaking my panties. 

"What do you need?" I boiled at the way his eyes lit with amusement, amusement at my expense. Oh, heck, who am I kidding. As long as he puts those tentacles back where they belonged, he could say or do anything to me. I was at his mercy, and we both knew it. 

"Need it, need you, too many clothes," I wasn't even sure what I was asking for, but looking up into his eyes. Oh, his eyes. How had I missed that beautiful ruby hue shining down on me? Anyhow, looking up into his eyes, I knew that he knew what I wanted. 

"I know, I know." He cooed, rubbing over my clothed core in slow sensual circles. My eyes fluttered shut, and I did nothing to hide the moan that flowed from my lips. "Do you like that?" He chuckled darkly, easily sliding my panties down my legs, and flinging them into some dark corner of my room. The same tentacle cupped my heat, and my oh my, if those teasing knocks against my devil's doorbell weren't absolutely sinful.

 I shifted towards the pulsing appendage at my nether doors, whining and drooling for any kind of relief at this point. Shaking his head, sadistic sexy man gave my friend a final tap before pulling his tentacle away. 

A sob wracked my body. Was this his great masterplan? To pump me full of aphrodisiac and then stimulate me only to leave me high and dry. Narrowing my eyes, I glared up at him. Not today sexy sadist, not today. 

With what strength I could manage, I swung my legs, and rather gracefully might I add, hooked my ankles around his torso and pulled him flush against me, locking my legs tightly around his waist. A groan fell off his lips, and his forehead came to rest against mine. 

"Now, you listen to me, Mr. Tentacles," 

"Miguel." He whispered against my skin.

"Okay," I shrugged, while it was nice to have a name to go with the face, I was more concerned with what that body did to mine at the moment. "Now, you listen to me, Miguel." I squeezed my legs tighter around his waist for emphasis, and if the hiss that I was gifted was any indication, I had his full attention.

Leaning forward I ran my tongue over the shell of his ear. "I'm here, trussed up with nowhere to go. Dripping and aching." Slowly I ground my hips into his and nipped at his neck. "And whose fault is that?" Pride bloomed in my chest at his visible shiver. Oh how the tables have turned. 

"Mine." He moaned, rolling his hips roughly into mine. My eyes crossed and I could taste the telltale copper of blood on my tongue from where I'd bitten it. Who am I kidding, he has me right where he wants me. Still, before I surrendered entirely, I wanted to push one more button. Turning my head, I ran my tongue down his cheekbone. 

"Then why don't you do something about it." The words had barely left my mouth, when he latched onto my neck again with his fangs and began sucking. I groaned. I writhed. This was heaven. 

And then he buried himself to the hilt in my velvety heat. We moaned together. I lied; this was heaven. Two tentacles slithered behind him to lash my legs against his hips. Pulling back, Miguel hummed appreciatively at the now four puncture marks on my neck before running a tentacle across my jaw. 

"Is this what you wanted, conejita?" His voice was strained as my walls held him captive in their vice like grip. 

"Hm." I was too blissed out to respond. It was like everything in my life had been leading me to this point, and I wanted to savor every sensation. Miguel thrusted shallowly, testing my sensitivity and stamina. 

"I wanted to bring you pleasures no mere man could offer." Thrust. "Bring you to release over and over." Thrust. "You'd have been begging for my cock by the time I was done with you."

I gasped as he pulled out until his tip was barely inside of me before slamming back into me, my back thumping against the wall in the process. "But you couldn't wait, could you?" He growled in my ear. Miguel thrusted languidly, probably to my utter irritation. 

Two can play at that game. Smirking to myself, I pulled myself up to meet his thrusts and nibbled along his jaw. "I-it's pathetic really," I smiled against his skin at how reedy his voice had become. Using the last of my willpower, I hoisted myself closer, impossibly arching my back away from the wall and nuzzled his ear. 

"Shut up and fill me." He roared, a positively feral sound, and it was divine. Becoming a man unrestrained, Miguel slammed my wrists against the wall and drove into me at an inhuman pace.

This might be the day I die, but I'll die satisfied and on fire. 

Looking up from your phone, Miguel's lips curled into a wicked grin.

"Conejita?" He raised a brow and looked down at your mortified face with amusement. Swallowing hard, you took a step back and squirmed under his intense gaze.

"Now... now, Migs." You tried weakly, casting about for some way to distract him, but no dice. He was a hunter on the prowl, and you were the prey he was zeroed in on. Tossing your phone aside, he easily pinned you against the wall and pressed his weight into you to keep you from darting away.

"Conejita?" He repeated again, lower this time, and lowered his face to nuzzle your ear with his nose. Your eyes fluttered shut at his nearness, and a shudder ran through you at the feel of his hard body pressed against yours.

"Miguel..."

"I never realized how... dirty my girlfriend was." You opened your mouth to protest when his hand slid down to grip your thigh. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, conejita?" He growled, nipping at your neck.

You moaned softly as he rolled his hips into yours and bit your lip. Miguel grinned into the crook of your neck and brought his other hand to cup your jaw and turned your face until your noses brushed.

"Don't worry, mi conejita," He purred, "I'll set you on fire without the threat of death."

[over-the-moon-for-you]

Fireworks!

miguel o'hara x reader

summary: Miguel seems to have multiple characteristics of a cat, so what happens when he hears the loud 'boom'' of fireworks from outside?

a/n: this feels like a slight shitpost but holy hell i could not get the idea of this out of my head so now you all must know about it too

The evening had started out fine, you and Miguel in the living room cuddled up together, watching some cheesy romance movie.

Miguel reached down to the bowl of popcorn you two had been sharing, only to realize it had run out. He let out a soft huff of annoyance, “I’m going to go make us some more popcorn, you want anything from the kitchen?” Miguel began to get up from his spot, stretching his arms a bit from sitting for so long.

“No, I’m alright Migs.” You said smiling up at him. Miguel nodded and walked only a few steps over to where the kitchen was, it conveniently being in the same space of the living room. A moment later, you had heard a loud bang, your head turned to the direction of the sound. You were confused for a moment as you stared at the window, until the sound happened again. Only then were you met with the sight of fireworks, which you gazed at with awe.

“Miguel did you see-” Your head turned toward the kitchenette, but Miguel was nowhere in sight. “Miguel?” You got up from your seat, confused how Miguel had practically vanished. After confirming he was nowhere in sight, you thought maybe he went to another room to grab something.

Entering your bedroom, you looked around, still no sight of Miguel. Another loud bang of the fireworks erupted from outside, and the sudden noise of hissing came from the closet. You stood still for a moment, looking over to the closet door that was currently closed. You had to hold back a chuckle that dared to escape your mouth because your 6’9 boyfriend was hiding inside of your closet because he was scared of the fireworks.

You took a deep breath and walked towards the closet carefully, slowly opening the door. You were met with the sight of Miguel huddled in the corner with his knees brought to his chest, while he stared up at you with his big red eyes. He had his signature frown on his face and his fangs were on display. He opened his mouth as he was about to speak, but then the fireworks rang out once more, and you watched as his eyes squeezed shut, his talons beginning to protrude out as well.

You frowned, as comical as the scene before you were, you knew Miguel was obviously stressed from the loud noises and broke your heart to see him all worked up like this. Miguel watched you carefully as you moved some items over so you could sit down next to him, taking his hand in yours, rubbing circles on the palm of his hand.

His head quickly leaned down to hide in the crook of your neck, hissing once more as he heard the noises continue. You let him cuddle into you, comforting him like this until the sounds eventually ceased.

“You know, I was right.” You broke the silence in the room, Miguel moving his head so he could look at you, puzzled. “Your more of a cat than a spider.” Miguel rolled his eyes and glared at you, refusing to admit that you were right. You softly chuckled at his actions and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. “I love you Miggy.”

Miguel closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the act of affection.

“Love you too, hermosa.”

[spider-man-2o99]

so, then, what IS up with miguel o’hara’s moral backbone?

lol sorry if y’all’re sick of my 2099 soapboxing. anyways.

while i understand where the reading of “miguel is a morally bankrupt evil scientist and his spider-man is just a violent shitheel” comes from, i just... really can’t ever get behind it, based on what we see in the text of SM2099 v1 (1992-1996) itself.

like, don’t get me wrong-- from our first introduction to the guy, we very quickly learn that he has been a cog in the machine for one of the 2099 imprint’s Big Bads, the ruthless megacorporation in charge of the United States’ East coast: Alchemax.

..but. like.

the whole point of his origin story is changing that. the initial catalyst for his Spidering--getting roofied by Tyler when he tries to quit his job--would not have happened if he had no moral compass to speak of.

narratively, it’s less that miguel himself is changed, after he gets his powers, but that his perception of the world has changed.

just-- just bear with me, yeah?

see, for a lot of his life, miguel was a perfect cog in a shitty machine, and he did everything he was expected to without even thinking to stray from the path set down for him by his biological father and by alchemax overall.

and, then, suddenly, that’s all ripped from him in an instant. and miguel’s left floundering in the water.

he’s no longer on the winning team-- more than that, he realizes that he probably never even was on the right side of things, to begin with.

miguel o’hara’s most-quoted line is his response to the infamous “great power,” bit: Great responsibility? No. With great power comes great guilt.

he’s repressed, and he’s a hypocrite, but a guy can only turn a blind eye so far when something he knows is wrong is happening right in front of his face.

as soon as it’s even suggested to him, he immediately steps out of line and tries to put his foot down on absolutely not using a human test subject for his personal spider-man project. when stone brushes him off and makes them go through with human testing anyways, and then the subject dies, miguel doesn’t hesitate to turn up his nose and walk out right then and there on the spot.

his reward for it, of course, is an ice-cold dose of Reality.

from there, his blinders get pulled harshly off his face, and mig realizes that he really doesn’t want to keep being the person that he has been. his life has been wasted sitting idly by and letting bad things happen because all he knows is helpless compliance, right up until he goes and gets himself The Fly’ed into spider-man.

and once that happens, and he Realizes it, he starts to fight back.

that’s how the run is kick-started, in the very first three issues!

the first ten issues of spider-man 2099 (1992) follow miguel stumbling from a very sheltered life, having been thrust head-first into navigating a world that is not only deeply, deeply unjust, but also wants him very, very dead.

he don’t got a dead uncle to motivate him! all he’s got it his own fear and an inner desire to use his new abilities to try and make the world a better place.

hell, the first time he put on the costume, ol’ miggy boy wasn’t even doing so for the purpose of becoming a superhero in his off-time-- it was just an old spare in his closet that he threw on in a desperate attempt to Not Fucking Die as a bounty hunter tracked him to his home.

it’s only later on, after he’s had time for it all to sink in, that miguel realizes that he can actually meaningfully help the people who had been cast aside by the same society that had previously lifted him up above them.

as much as he whines and bitches and moans about it, he never seriously considers throwing in the towel and hanging up the costume for good. he may hate what has happened to him, but he never once seems to hate what he can now do with his powers, vis-à-vis challenging injustice.

mig’s often stuck between a rock and a hard place, what with the kind of world he lives in. it’s why he don’t work well when he’s stranded away from his dimension. peter can get his villains locked up just fine and dandy, but miguel’s world isn’t like ours like that. it’s brutal and it’s very very much established across the imprint that earth-928 (marvel 2099) is a kill-or-be-killed place to live.

despite how people harp on him not having a no-kill rule, miguel honestly hasn’t even killed enough people to count on one hand; the first was completely by accident, even, and the second told him to his face that if spider-man let him live he’d just keep being a cannibal gang-boss because no one else ever has or would try to oppose him.

is killing people the answer? not if you have any other option. but. mig ain’t a friendly neighborhood superhero. he’s just doing what he thinks is right in the moment while scared absolutely shitless for his life most of the time.

now, i don’t mean to defend his every action--miguel o’hara isn’t a saint, and, good god, but he’s made some questionable choices--but. at the end of the day, he’s still shown throughout the run to be trying to be better.

and, i dunno. maybe i’m just a sentimental little sap, but a story about somebody who finally “wakes up” and struggles to build a life worth being proud of after years of having shut down from heavy early-life trauma? that hits, man.

hits real close to home, to be honest. learning to Live after so long simply Surviving is fuckin’ hard, man.

[honestsycrets]

WIP Wednesday--

" i would love to hear your thoughts on college boyfriend/roommate miguel. what’s his major? i had this little thought of him tutoring for spanish idk but imagining him all smart and hot makes me :((( "

Me too, nonny. Me too. I'm sadly terrible at just throwing my thoughts out there, so this is the start for this week's story. WIP has not been edited as of yet, but its a fun excuse to write a Spanish & gym tutor miggy--

“Buenas tardes,” 

Two chairs and a thin desk. The small study room was more of a glorified broom closet for its students. You were lucky that there was a large window that looked out over the student union, flowers blooming up its brick siding. Bits of lush dark green ivy poked into the window’s view from the library’s tall wall. As the sun set on campus, rich orange and pink settled over the sunset on that warm Friday afternoon. At least the sight was pretty for how overwhelmingly small the space was.

It wasn’t the space that bothered you. It was your tutor.

He was big-- big big. Not just a little big, but really big. The kind of big that was on bodybuilding competitions. It made his long, blue-grey muscle shirt and grey sweats look tiny, sucked to his well-pumped muscle. The room felt a lot smaller as you looked at him, his long brown hair whipped back over his neck. 

“A… buenas… tardes?” 

He pulled free his sunglasses and set them down. His warm chocolate eyes glanced from the edge of your now too-short skirt to the glint of a dagger necklace that beat between your breasts. You were dressed. Why did it feel like you weren’t? 

“A-- ah, hi. Mr. O’Hara?” 

“Miguel.” He warmed, pulling the seat out beside him. His voice was buttery and smooth, almost like rich caramel. You loved caramel. The lilt in his voice lightened, inviting you to take a seat by him. You should. You thought. Sit down. “Siéntate."

You stared.

"I said sit down.” 

That was a bad idea. You paused, slipping the bag down from under your shoulder and onto the beige tile by the door. Miguel watches and that’s fine because it’s natural to do that. You tugged the bottom of your skirt down and took a seat on a chair beside him. Miguel pushed the chair back in, pushing your chest to the edge of the desk. Oh-- oh boy, he was strong. Of course, he was, he was built like a-- 

“Bueno. Now you're settled. How can I help you?”  Do that again.

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 3.07 - Killer on the Midnight Watch

I going to start off with not anything super episode related but just a random thing I thought about...

I love how on TV shows when someone is supposed to be looking tired and like they haven’t slept well for a while we get this...

them drinking coffee

and then the character in question yawning...

All while looking devastatingly hot (as usual!)

It’s not just me right??? Or am I’m supposed to be seeing anything other than one fine Thomas Magnum?? I don’t mind because a decent percentage of why I’m watching is to see my babies looking fine, I’m just saying when I haven’t slept well in ONE night much less multiple nights, well...I look like a truck ran me down or something.

Also OMG Magnum having a nightmare and us actually getting to see it!!! Why do I love it so much? Maybe because, we got delicious, sweaty, little hair curl newly woken up Thomas Magnum goodness for  2 seconds? (This for me always means it’s going to be a good day...)

Anyhow, as per usual for season 3, this episode was a total hit with me. I loved that we got some Jin and that he’s actually growing and changing his ways for real (also NSSM!! I’m gonna start using that!), the case was actually totally great this week! Like I was sure the guy was actually shady somehow but as it turned out he was a good guy and even if the take down in the end with Higgy tracking them on her computer in like ONE minute was not very realistic (when is it ever with hacking on TV though?) I really liked it! 

I got all my favorite bits, plenty of Ferrari time, scenery porn, plenty of my babies looking fine together, Jin’s side plot with his NSSM, Rick and TC just being awesome and hanging around, light Miggy banter, the CLOSET scene, Gordon being a little bit more involved yet not being annoyed with Magnum and a happy ending with them finding the trafficking victims. Plus some more banter when Higgy comes to the rescue and (possibly?) saves Magnum’s life...

Other than the fact that we get very little Miggy - other than um...the closet... (And Higgy being concerned and knowing he was awake at four in the morning and actually spending that time checking to see if the lights are on or not in the guest house? I mean maybe she could have just accidentally been looking out the window but if we’re being honest, who looks out the window at four in the morning unless they’re actually checking for something? I know I sure don’t...but then again my next door ‘neighbor’ isn’t Thomas Magnum...)

But let’s go back to the closet! 

Did someone fall into my fan fic trash can while writing this season and had to promise the trash-can monster to use some of my discarded ideas or what? I feel like this was legit something I wrote but it was just too much and I decided not to use it!!

We legit have Magnum and Higgy in a closet hiding from a bad guy. With her even basically having to rest her chin on his freaking shoulder they’re that close together.

Not only that: we get this piece of dialogue

Magnum: Grab my cell, it’s in my back pocket.

Higgins: Of course it is *proceeds to get it from his pocket*

Magnum: Easy, the other one! 

So groping confirmed? 

Seriously, I did not even put this in a fic  and here it is, in canon!! I just can’t! Even though I knew closet scene was coming from the promo I’m still not sure it actually happened. Still even the closet did lack a little bit of Miggy feels for me.

As for Higgy...well she’s  all bright eyed and bush-y tailed in this episode and we get several very sweet moments with her! She tells Magnum they’re gonna figure it out together, that they should take the case even though they might be crying wolf because she believes them, looks surprised Gordon is actually being dismissive of the Neighborhood Watch guys and just all around... I don’t know, I feel like she was kinda soft in this episode. 

I love that someone also remembered she speaks Mandarin! Like go team! Some continuity! And she got to talk the trafficked woman down at the end, I really liked that, it was a bit different from the normal bam-bam-shoot-shoot ending of case/ busts we get! The whole “His life is over, and the second you put the gun down yours can begin,” thing feels like something she would have wished someone (Magnum) might have told her when she was about to shoot Viper back in season 1.

I found the team up of our three musketeers for this episode pleasant too, like they’re finding different ways to include Katsumoto in episodes.

I’m a little bit all over with this review this week which I feel is unfair to the episode because it was a pretty tight episode. I kind of thought it would be more of a filler but it really didn’t feel like that even though we didn’t get very many big character moments. IDK, I was just intrigued and happy to along for the ride!

Next weeks episode looks interesting... Ethan must be on the way out with him and Higgy being so nauseatingly ‘together’ and happy though. Because that’s how TV works...no one gets to be happy for long! 

[cades-outsider]

Miguel + Robby X Reader Pt: 2

Warnings: May be sad to some! This is also THE special I’ve been working on and now it’s completed! It is over 5,000 words long this is part 2!

The Choice

 

You smile as you see that is was Miguel, but guilt trips over you as your smile slowly falters but you pick up the call none the less.

  "Hello?" You question as you play with the hem of your tank top.

  "Hey baby! What time should I come over?" Miguel questions excitedly through the phone.

  "Um, we're having dinner at eight so maybe 7:30 and we can spend some time together if you'd like?" You question wanting to make sure Miguel was okay with it.

  "That sounds perfect I'll be over in less than an hour!" He exclaims as he rushes around his room out of breath.

  "What are you doing?" You question with a chuckle.

  "I'm looking for...- something to wear..." He breathes out as he throws a shirt across the room.

  You giggle at his goofy ness, you lean your head back against the couch again with the phone in your hand "well I'm wearing something red, so maybe if you want you could to so we could match" You joke.

  "That sounds amazing babe! Thank you, love you!" Miguel says making kissing noises to you from the phone.

  "Love you!" You say as he hangs up and you drop your phone on your chest randomly as you sink back into the couch.

  Your eyes widen internally as you remember Robby was in the room, your whole body freezes internally as you wince for Robby.

  Slowly you peak one eye open as you look towards Robby's way, to see him not there...?

  You open both your eyes fully as you look around confused as to where Robby could've been or went.

  You sigh as you walk upstairs to your room to get ready for the family dinner, your dad Daniel wasn't back yet so you decided to get ready until he arrived.

  You glance through your closet as you look for an out fit, you knew you were wearing something red as you said. So you picked out a red thigh high flow-y like dress and a small white cardigan to go over it with some white slacks.

  By the time you finished hair and slight makeup it was 7:20 when the door opened and you walked downstairs to see if it was Daniel.

  "Hey dad" You say as Daniel walks through the door.

  "Hey kiddo" He reply's as you walk closer to him.

  "Sooo were having a guest over for dinner" You say bashfully.

  Daniel raises his eyebrow as Amanda walks out of the kitchen taking a break from cooking while the food boils.

  "Her boyfriend" She says excitedly with a smirk as she points to you while saying 'her'.

  "Oh? Well what's his name?" He questions as he loosens his tie.

  "His name is Miguel and he's uh in Cobra Kai..." You say, putting it out there.

  "Oh?" Dad asks as he stops unloosing his tie.

  "Yeah so please don't judge him just by that! He's such a sweet boy!" You interject now panicking.

  "Hey sweetie, if it means this much to you... then I guess I could put it aside for you" Daniel sighs with a small smile, only wanting to make you happy.

  "Thank you! Oh and Robby's staying as well" you let him know as you hear a knock on the door.

  "That should be him, I told him he could come over early so we could spend some time together" You say excitedly as you rush to the door before opening it.

  "Hey baby!" You say excitedly as you pull Miguel into a hug to which he smiles lovingly at and rests his head on your shoulder.

  "Hey babe" He chuckles at how excited you were.

  You grab his hand as you walk him over to the kitchen "are you nervous?" you question swinging your intertwined hands together.

  "Very" He says as his voice starts to shake.

  "Hey-" You stop him "-you're going to do amazing Miguel" You smooth as you place a kiss onto his cheek giving him confidence as he nods.

  "Mom, dad this is Miguel" You introduce as both Daniel and Amanda turn around.

  Amanda smiles sweetly as she walks over to Miguel as does Daniel "it's a pleasure to finally meet you Miguel" She says as she pulls Miguel in for a hug.

  "It's nice to meet you Miguel" Daniel says as he holds his hand out, to shake Miguel's hand to which politely takes.

  "It's nice to meet you to Mr. and Mrs. LaRusso" Miguel says nervously.

  "Alright now don't go getting yourselves in trouble" Daniel chuckles as you both walk to your room.

  "We won't dad!" You reply chuckling as you open your door, leaving it open so Amanda or Daniel wouldn't get suspicious.

  "How was i?" Miguel says nervously.

  "You were amazing as always Miggy, they loved you so far!" You encouraged excitedly as you press a kiss to his cheek.

  "Nervous cannot explain how I feel right now, I feel like Demetri when he try's to talk to Yasmin" Miguel jokes causing you to laugh and lay your head on his shoulder whilst holding his hand.

  "Kids! Dinners ready!" Daniel yells from downstairs as thirty minutes had already passed. Miguel looks at you nervously before nodding his head try to encourage himself, you nod your head letting him know he was okay.

  Both you and Miguel walk downstairs seeing Sam walking to the table as well, and Anthony was not here as he was at a sleep over with his friend.

  You lead Miguel to the table setting him down as Robby walks into the kitchen sitting down in front of your view causing your nerves to fly up from what almost happened in the back patio.... or what did happen.

  "Would you like to say grace?" Amanda asks Daniel as we all began to hold out our hands connecting them together.

  You bow your heads down as Daniel says grace before lifting your heads back up when he's finished.

  Everyone starts putting food on their plates and when satisfied you began eating "so Miguel, I hear you're into karate?" Daniel asks, your eyes immediately wander towards your dad with pleading eyes though doesn't pay attention to it.

"Uh- yes sir I am" Miguel speaks up confidently causing you to smile.

Daniel hums in content "I hear you are in cobra Kai am I right?" He asks holding eye contact with Miguel.

Your body freezes for a moment, not knowing how this would play out. Your dad could be a tricky one, Miguel looks up frozen in place as well for a moment before he speaks up.

"That I am Mr. LaRusso" He smiles sweetly, proud of himself.

Daniel nods his head "you can call me Daniel if you'd like, Miguel" he reply's sincerely causing your excitement to rise.

"Thank you Mr- Daniel" Miguel shyly says almost stumbling over his words.

Daniel smiles as he looks over to Amanda nodding "So Miguel, would you like to come over next time for dinner?" She asks crossing her hands together.

"I'd love to Mrs. LaRusso" Miguel says happily.

Less than an hour and dinner had ended, both Daniel and Amanda went into the kitchen cleaning up while they talked about Miguel and how nice he was compared to being in Cobra Kai.

  "Oh my god Miguel you were amazing!" You say excitedly as you brace him into a big hug, he immediately excepts.

He lets out a huge breath of relief "oh my that was nerve recking" he sighs.

"Oh baby, you were amazing" You recite as you grab both of his hands and intertwined them with yours before pressing a long kiss on his lips, smiling as you do so.

You both stay silent for a little bit, just holding each other until you hear Daniel talking in the other room "I like him, he puts off good vibes" He says to Amanda, your heart warms even more as well as Miguel's; happy that his girlfriends parents except him, especially Daniel.

  Miguel smiles happily in the crook of your neck, you don't notice Robby walk by and neither does Miguel as Robby starts groaning internally. He really did like you, love you even but he knew he wouldn't amount to Miguel seeing as your parents liked him now.

  Sure your parents loved Robby but that was only because they didn't know his true intentions in the beginning. But after spending time with you, Daniel, and Amanda he grew comfortable with them completely dissing his original plan to make his dad jealous.

  Robby sighs defeated as he walks out the back patio taking a seat on one of the pool chairs, looking up at the semi stars that were starting to appear.

  "Is it okay if I use the bathroom?" Miguel shyly asks, pulling away from the hug a little.

  "Of course baby, it's down the hall to your left" You comment placing a kiss on his cheek as he walks to the bathroom.

  You sigh happily as you began to wander outside finding your way to the back patio to see Robby laying in one of the chairs looking up at the stars.

  You walk over to the other chair beside him before taking a seat now making it known that you were there.

  "Hey Robby..." You say awkwardly.

  "Do you need something?" He asks, almost rudely.

  "I-uh no- but I just wanted to talk about what happened earlier" You mumble.

  He looks over meeting your piercing eyes "nothing happened" He reply's bluntly before looking back at the moon lit sky.

  "Come on Robby- please" You plead, it was honestly making you feel really guilty; both ways.

  You were going to tell Miguel of course but first you wanted to try and clear the air with Robby. "Alright you want to talk? Go ahead, speak" He reply's before sitting straight up staring you down.

  You fumble as you place your hands in your lap "I just want to know what it was? What did it- almost feel to you?" You question, curiously.

  Robby sighs running a hand over his face the ring on his pointer finger shining in the moon light "I liked you a lot Y/n, before I had even known about Miguel- heck I didn't even know you had a boyfriend until then" He starts.

  "What did you feel?" Robby finishes as he searches your eyes for honesty.

  "I- I guess I felt butterfly's and I know it's wrong because I'm with Miguel bu-" Robby cuts you off with a kiss, sealing his lips against yours placing his hand gently on your cheek.

  You didn't kiss back, but you didn't pull away neither. You were mostly in shock, until a voice you all to know spoke up; one that always sounded happy when he got to see you after classes and during lunch.

  Broken. That's what Miguel's voice sounded like "Y-y/n?" He questions causing you to push Robby away, coming back to your senses.

  "Miguel..." You force out, your heart beating loudly; so loudly you could've sworn you heard it through your ears.

  "Y-you- we just- what-?" His voice trembles, feeling his chest tighten.

  "Miguel I can explain" You start, nervously.

  "Please explain to me the boy you said not to worry about were licking lips with yours" He says sadly as his face turns into frown, his shoulders drop: feeling defeated.

  You couldn't say anything, you couldn't get yourself to even squeak anything out. It was all to overwhelming, almost like something you'd see in a movie but only worse.

  "That's what I thought..." Miguel says sadly as he feels a tear fall out of his eye, he walks away and starts making his way home with his head hung low.

IF YOU CHOOSE MIGUEL

  No, no, no, no this could not be happening right now. Everything was going so good, you wouldn't let this ruin your amazing relationship with Miguel so you ran.

  You ran after Miguel, the love of your life halfway down the road you spot Miguel holding his bike with his hands as he speed walks.

  You run faster trying to catch up with him "Miguel!" You yell out catching his attention causing him to stop in place and turn around.

  You finally make it to him all the way and you jump into his arms causing him to stumble "I'm so sorry Miguel! I froze I didn't know what to do! I know it was wrong of me but I was frozen and words cannot describe how sorry I am that it almost happened a second time!" You start crying slightly as you slowly felt like the love of your life was slipping away from your hands.

  Miguel doesn't hug back to in pain, and shock "what do you mean second time?" He mumbles as you pull away from the hug trying to collect yourself enough to speak.

  "Early when I got home I taught Robby some karate moves while my dad was out and we fell and he leaned in but I pushed him away and he said he understood" You say crossing your arms.

  You were thankful that it was a fully lit neighborhood so you could actually see Miguel and he could see you.

  "I know sorry isn't going to replace the emotions I made you feel today but if you let me i will continue to make up for it for the rest-" But before you could get another peak out you felt lips against yours.

  The lips you loved against yours more than anything, his lips. The soft touch of his hands as they wrap around your waist almost hugging you.

  This is what magic felt like, you now knew that what you felt with Robby wasn't a flame heck it wasn't even spark. It was just teenage emotions.

  Miguel pulls away and pulls you into a tight hug "Y/n I love you and I forgive you I'm sorry" He apologizes.

  "No baby you have no reason to apologize it's all me and I'm sorry" You say pressing another kiss against his lips.

  "Let's go meet your family now, including your sensei"

IF YOU CHOOSE ROBBY

  You let Miguel walk away, you didn't chase after him like how the end of a movie is supposed to go. You chose Robby.

  You didn't know what it was about Robby but you chose him, of course Miguel was your first love and you would never forget him but you felt a flame between yourself and Robby.

  You let out a shaky breath as you turn to Robby to see him with his hands in his pockets and a guilty expression on his face.

  "I choose you Robby Keene" You say softly.

  His head snaps up at that, not used to having anyone choose him "what?" He asks, thinking he heard you wrong.

  "I choose. You. Robby Keene. I want you" You reply more clearly this time as you take a couple steps closer to him.

  "Are you sure? What if you feel like you didn't make the right choice later? And get tired of me?" He questions, suddenly feeling his insecurity's strike up.

  "I made the right choice Robby, and I want you" You state as you place a hand on his cheeks gently.

  He melts in your touch "okay... I believe you" He sighs heavily.

  "I want you to- no Y/n I need you" He caves finally breaking his walls down, letting you see the most vulnerable state of him.

  You both lean in for a kiss, pressing your lips against one another feeling fireworks explode in the background of it all.

  A few weeks passed before you and Miguel talked again, you both talked it out like adults and even though your first love figure would still be there you both went for someone new.

  Miguel said he understood your decision knowing that it made you happy which is all he ever wanted. Miguel started seeing Sam after a couple weeks before the breakup.

  You and Robby decided to wait a couple weeks before going straight into the relationship, soon you both got together and even had a couple double dates with Sam and Miguel.

  You both got your happy ending.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Where is the night light?

Miggy Park x Male Reader

Summary- Miggy can't fall asleep.

Short drabble.

You and Miggy are babysitting tonight, Miggy bought pizza for dinner. Sophie, Graham, Rory and Emma are eating pizza.

”Finish up and we will watch child's play. I didn't see it but I think it will be a good movie” Miggy said.

You are upstairs helping Amy find her books. Miggy and the kids sit in the living room and he puts the movie child's play on. You and Amy hear everyone screaming

”Y/N they screamed,” Amy said.

” Let's go,” You said.

You and Amy run downstairs and Chucky is killing people. You ran towards the tv and turned it off.

”Why is that movie on!?” You yelled.

”Miggy said it was a nice movie, not a scary movie!” Emma yelled.

”I didn't know it was scary,” Miggy said.

”Miggy, you should have asked me. I actually saw it a couple of times” You said.

”Why?” Miggy asked.

You shrugged your shoulders.

”It has many parts to the movie,” You said.

”I shouldn't have put that movie,” Miggy said.

”It will be fine,” You said.

You did out a Disney movie and hoped it they won't be scared all night.

✬ ✯ ✧ ✫

The kids are asleep in the other room. Miggy can't fall asleep and he is scared, he has his arms around you tight.

”I can't fall asleep, babe,” Miggy said.

”You know i have to turn off the lights,” You said.

”Don’t do it. He will come out and he has a huge knife” Miggy said.

”There is a night light in the hallway closet,” You said.

” Let's get it. But I will come with you, I don't want to be alone” Miggy said.

You and Miggy get out of the bed. Miggy throws his shoe in the hallway.

”Why you did that?” You asked.

”To make sure he isn't out there,” Miggy said.

”Just get behind me,” You said.

Miggy gets behind you and grabs your shirt, he follows you into the hallway.

”My boyfriend is so brave” Miggy whispered and you smiled.

You opened the closet grabbed the might light and Miggy rushed back to the bedroom. You plug in the night light and turned it on, you turned off the lights. Miggy makes space for you.

”You're the best” Miggy smiled.

He kissed you.

”Now you can sleep better,” You said.

Miggy wants to cuddle and he lies his had on your chest.

[cherryredstars]

part 3 of 'The game' with Miguel perhaps? 🫢

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Anal Penetrative Sex, Pegging, Anal Fingering, Slight Edging, Subby Miguel

Summary: Is this game over?

A/N: Blame the 48.4% of people who voted for this. So sorry it’s so late, love!

Word Count: 2.2K (Not Edited)

Part 1 Part 2

“Will you ever get tired of this little game?”

You ask him, a snarky smile on your face. The two of you barely stepped through the front door when he was whining against your lips. His hips had pressed into you, his hard on rutting against your pants. I want to play the game he begged, Please play the game with me.

You threw your head back with a smile, fingers tangling into Miguel’s hair as he kissed your neck. He was already so desperate, humping your thigh through his clothing like a pathetic dog. You cooed down at him, tugging on his hair as he whined into your neck. His breathing was heavy, and his hands held your waist. He had you completely pinned to the wall, his body weight preventing you from moving. You gave his hair a harsh tug, forcing his face away from your neck so he could look at your face. His eyes were glassy, his mouth parted as he let out sharp pants. 

“First number?” You asked, looking down your nose at him.

Miguel whined, and you coaxed him to answer you by pressing kisses up the side of his face. You heard the hitching of Miguel’s breath at your kisses, his hips stilling momentarily. “Three.”

You hummed against his skin, continuing your kisses. You eventually reached his ear and you smiled to yourself. You slowly blew against the shell, giving his hair another sharp tug until his face was toward the ceiling. He whimpered against your hold, whining as you kissed and sucked at the shell of his ear. You gave his lobe a tiny nip, chuckling as he bucked his hips. “Second number?”

“Five,” he said instantly, causing you to freeze against him. 

His breaths were the only thing filling the room, and you slowly backed away from him. You let go of his hair, letting his face naturally meet yours. Your fingers massaged his scalp, causing his eyes to get droopy and his body to melt into you. 

“Are you sure, Miggy?” You asked, seriousness in your tone. The sudden shift made Miguel pause for a second, but then he nodded. 

You let out another hum, leaning down to kiss him. Miguel instantly moaned into your mouth, his lips parting for more. Your tongue massages against his, skimming over teeth and the roof of his mouth. It’s hot and heavy, muffling each other’s noises. His hands are desperate as they roam over your body, trying and failing to find a place to land. His clothed cock is rubbing against you again, and you snake your hand down his chest until you’re cupping him. He whines loudly into your mouth, pulling away and rutting into your hand. His breaths are labored, and he’s sloppy with his movements. He’s like a teenager trying to hump his pillow for the first time. Pathetic and desperate. 

With your mouth freed, it finds its place against his ear again. You give it a slow lick, causing a low groan from Miguel. Your breath against the wetness of his ear has him shivering as you instruct him, “Be a good boy and wait for me in the bedroom.”

For a moment, you’re unsure if he’s even listening. His eyes are foggy and he doesn’t stop his rutting. You’re about to repeat yourself before he whines, letting your hands slip away from his body. He looks like a wounded puppy, a small pout on his lips as he looks at you. You almost want to laugh as you grasp his jaw, giving him another kiss that has him perking up. His eyes are dopey as he takes you in for a few more seconds, but eventually he pulls away from you completely and towards the bedroom. You watch him leave, waiting until he closes the bedroom door. 

When it closes, you make your way to the hallway closet, it’s filled with the usual things like cleaning supplies and extra sheets and blankets, but in the corner is a lone box. It’s been sitting in there for a while now, maybe a month. It’s already opened, so you have no trouble lifting the cardboard flaps and being greeted with the main attraction of tonight. It’s a bright red, something that made you laugh when you purchased it. It’s not as long as Miguel is, maybe an inch or two shorter. But it is an inch thicker than he is. Faux veins are molded into the silicone, creating grooves and bumps. It’s slightly tilted upwards, creating a curve meant to make the bulbous tip hit and drag against fleshy walls. The strap is made of comfortable yet sturdy material, made to not irritate the skin. There is even a small bottle of water-based lubricant. 

You carry the box into the bedroom, balancing it in one hand as you turn the doorknob. When you peek inside, Miguel’s clothes are thrown onto the floor in a rush, and he lays on the bed in an antsy mess. His eyes instantly meet yours, and he tracks you as you walk in. His eyes stray to the box, and he watches as you set it down on the bed. You slide it over to him, keeping him distracted as you begin to strip. His eyes fight between watching you or opening the box, but eventually his curiosity wins. His hand opens the flap, and his body tenses as he takes in the strap-on. His cheeks warm the longer he looks at it, but he only looks away when you sit besides him on the bed. You’re completely naked, and Miguel takes the moment to trail his eyes over your body before meeting your eyes. 

“When did you-?” He asks, not finishing his question.

You only smile, shrugging slowly, “A month or so ago.”

Your hands come up to Miguel, massaging his muscles so his body relaxes again. Your smile dies away, and your tone turns serious, “We don't need to do it if you don’t want to. We can do something else.”

Miguel is silent for a moment, and his eyes move back to the box. He studies it for a second before nodding, “I… want to try it.”

He can feel his cock jump with interest, and he aches the more he imagines it. You chuckle at him as his cock begins to leak precum, and you reach over for the box. You empty the contents, placing the strap and dildo on the bed and placing the lube on the nightstand for the time being. Miguel watches as you assemble the strap, his skin flushed. He can’t help but admire your hands, watching them as they work to complete the toy, almost like you’ve done this countless times. When it’s finally put together, you slip it on, adjusting the straps until it clings to your body nicely. The sight of you makes Miguel’s cock jump, and he has to fist the sheet to stop him from touching himself. 

You walk over to the night stand, grabbing the lube and opening it. You hold the dildo steady as you squirt some of the lubricant on it, stroking up and down to coat the silicone. Miguel gulps as you turn to him, your hand still stroking the toy as you smile at him. 

“Hands and knees, Miggy. Need to prep you too.” 

Miguel gulps, hesitating before doing what he’s told. His cheeks flame as he sits in the center of the bed, resisting the urge to lose his position to bury his head into his arms. The bed dips when you join him, resting just behind him. He shivers when your lips brush up his spine, his eyes shutting as he lets out a breath. Your breath is warm as you giggle, hitting his skin. It almost distracts him from the faint path your fingers make over the side of his thighs. They move up, your nails dragging to his pelvis. His head hangs down as your fingers skim over his cock, his spine stiffening as you grab him at the base.

He moans softly as your hand strokes him, his hands fisting at the sheets. His cock twitches at your attention, his tip weeping precum that you swipe away with your fingers. He can feel the ball in his stomach tightening until it explodes, making you pull your sticky hand away. 

“One,” You call from behind him.

Miguel groans quietly, his eyes opening as he looks over his shoulder. The bottle of lube sits next to your knee, but you ignore it as you wipe your hand against Miguel’s puckered hole. His sticky cum clings to his skin, wetting it slightly. Your finger presses against his hole, meeting some resistance. You grab the lube, spreading him apart as you watch the clear liquid drip onto his skin. He flinches at the coldness, whining as your finger swirls it around his hole. His ass clenches when you slip your finger inside of him, the resistance from before gone. 

Miguel’s brows furrow, trying to relax his body. You reward his efforts with the slight curl of your finger and a kiss to the base of his spine. Miguel’s body jolts when he feels a second finger just outside his hole, his body collapsing forward when you push it in slowly. The two fingers bump against the untouched bundle of nerves, making Miguel choke on a moan. You smile, slowly pumping and curling the two fingers. You’ve never heard Miguel be so vocal as you tease his prostate, watching the way his body jolts and shifts. You make sure not to put direct pressure against his gland, wanting to save all the fun for the main event. It’s just enough to make a dose of pleasure melt into his spine, and you pull your fingers away when you’ve deemed him stretched enough. 

Miguel’s chest is already heaving against the mattress when he feels the wet tip of the dildo at his hole. His body locks as it slowly pushes in, hitting against his prostate. His cock twitches as he squeezes his eyes shut, still so sensitive from your fingering. You bottom out inside of him, giving him a second before slowly pulling back. It’s enough for him to moan loudly, his dick jumping as he spurts pearly cum onto the sheets. He groans, cheeks flushed from embarrassment at his premature orgasm. You have the opposite reaction, laughing as you coo down at him.

“Oh, Miggy. Was it that good?” You smile, pausing all movement. 

Miguel doesn’t respond, only panting. His hand comes to his cock, hissing when he touches his tip. He tries to sooth the orgasm with slow strokes, but he’s stopped when your hands pull him away. His cock is going soft, but it hardness up as you slowly push back into him. 

“Just need one more from you, Miggy. Just one more.” You whisper behind him.

He lets out a tired hum in acknowledgement. He sighs out heavily, his eyes feeling droopy. His mouth drops open again in a moan when you thrust fully into him for the first time. His prostate swells as the faux veins of the dildo rubs against it with each movement of your hips. His hands squeeze into the bed, burying his head into the sheets to muffle his whimper. He bucks his hips, pushing back into you lazily. Your hands rub up and down his back, small praises leaving your lips. It goes straight to Miguel’s head, making it foggy. He lifts his head, his chin sinking into the mattress. 

“Close,” he whines, “So close.”

You hum, dragging out and stopping until only the tip of the dildo is in him. The orgasm dies down, his prostate throbbing. Miguel mumbles, shaking his hips to coax the dildo further inside of him. You shush him, slowly pushing back into him. He sighs out in relief, grinding back onto you as you begin thrusting again. You surprise him when your hand reaches to his front, grabbing at his cock. You simply hold his heavy cock in your hands, speeding up your thrusts. The force of them jolts his body forward, making him thrust into your hand involuntary. He moans weakly, sniffling as tears prick his eyes from the sensitivity. He cock twitches, and you tighten your hold around him. 

Miguel lets out a shaky, broken moan as he cums. His entire body twitches with the release, and you stop your thrusting to quickly jack him off. He whines loudly, trying to escape your touch. You relent when he starts babbling pleas for mercy, squeezing his tip before letting him go. He sinks into the bed, moaning quietly when you slide out of him. His knees straighten up, allowing him to lay flat on the bed. He whines slightly, his knees aching slightly from being in the position for a while. His eyes close, only to open when he feels your fingers at the nape of his neck. He moves his head to the side, looking at you with sleepy eyes. You smile down at him, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead. He smiles slightly at the soft affection, eyes fluttering shut. 

“You just stay here, yeah? Gonna go get you water and something to clean you up with.” You say softly, your hands pushing his hair away from his face. 

He simply nods, feeling you get off the bed and some shuffling before the door opens and closes. He sighs out, feeling his muscles relax and his mind begins to shut down. He feels the edges of sleep clawing into his bones, and he does nothing to fight it. 

God, this game is tiring.

[fletcherthefurry]

Escapade: Chapter 2

As the hyena stood there trapped in a prison of his father’s arms, he desperately wanted to break free and run, but he was frozen in fear. He stood there for what felt like hours, until he finally wrapped his own arms around his dad in a hug. His mind was racing, What the hell is happening!? He hasn’t given me a hug since I was five! I need to get out of here, I can’t stay…

He was interrupted by what sounded like sobs coming from the older hyena, “I’m sorry for everything that I did to you!” cried the older hyena. 

Something snapped within MIguno’s mind and his confused look turned to one of complete fury, he then pushed the other hyena back, “You can’t just say I’m sorry. Not after all you did to me.” He said trying his hardest not to break and scream like he so badly wanted to. 

“Why?” he asked, wiping tears from his eyes. 

He was slowly breaking and it was showing as a tear broke free and streamed down his face. “Why.” he chuckled, “Why?” More tears started to stream down his face, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. 

“You wanna know why! You are the reason that I have these,” the hyena dropped his guitar case on the ground and lifted up his shirt revealing multiple scars, “You are the reason that mom left and never came back, you are reason that I’m scared that I’ll never be good enough, you are the reason that you no longer that you no longer have a son!” 

His dad looked at him with guilt, tears slowly pouring from his eyes and his mouth agape. Miguno looked at his dad as tears were pouring from his eyes, this was the biggest mistake of his life. He picked up his guitar case, and suitcase, and started to walk away from his dad, “This was a bad idea, have a nice life. I mean it.” As he walked off he had a guilt building up in his chest he pushed down and didn’t look back. 

Miguno pulled out his phone and dialed Durham’s number, after a few rings the coyote picked up and his familiar voice came over the line. Before Miguno could even speak, Durham did, “Did it go well, are you okay!?” Miguno smiled, not at the situation, but at Durham and how caring he could be for him. 

“I’m fine, just pick me up at the edge of Falker St. It was a huge mistake.” Before Durham could respond he hung up the line and continued walking to his pickup location. 

…

Durham continued on his walk not having packed almost anything at all for his two week break, he took about two outfits, some manga he still hadn’t finished reading and that was about it. He really didn’t need clothes for home, most of his outfits that he wore were in his closet in his room, his room he hadn’t seen for too long. God he missed when he could just sit there and not think about all the horror’s of life, all the discrimination, all the.. devourings. 

While having all these thoughts, he finally reached his house. It wasn’t fancy by any means, it was a one floor three bedroom house, but to him it was home. A place where all discrimination didn’t matter, where he wouldn’t feel judged, a place where he was loved for who he was. As soon as he made it to the front door he went for the handle only to find out that it was locked and then he noticed a note on the door. He slowly took it off and started to read what was written on the note. 

Durham if you get home before I do the key is under the plant on the steps, I will be home shortly I am at the store gathering some ingredients for that special dish you and Miguno like so much, dad is still at work he should be home at midnight he will be extremely happy to see his two boys again.

Love Mom 

He still hadn’t told his mom about Miguno attempting to live with his dad for the two weeks of break, all he could think about was seeing the look of fear in Miguno he just wanted to make it all go away. He picked up the potted plant and picked up the key, he unlocked the door and entered the homey smell hitting his sensitive nostrils immediately getting rid of any tension in his body. 

He looked around and everything was right where it was when he went back to school a year ago, he just wished he could stay here forever, the very first room you see when you enter the house is the living room, two chairs and one couch sitting in front of a fireplace. He slowly closed the door behind him and made his way to the room where he and Miguno would spend most of their break. He made his way to his bed and sat his suitcase on the floor. He slowly sat down and took a breath in and out. He didn’t know what to expect from this break, but what he did know was he had to plan some outing with Miguno. 

Before he could even come up with anything his cell phone started to ring, he quickly took it out of his pocket already knowing who it was probably going to be. “Did it go well, are you okay!?” he quickly asked without thinking, waiting for the response, his tension quickly built back up. 

“I’m fine, just pick me up at the edge of Falker St. It was a huge mistake.” He was about to ask what happened but the line hung up before he could say anything. 

He didn’t want to say that he was happy it went wrong, but he was, this meant he would get to spend more time with his best friend. He didn’t even think he picked up the house key, locked the door behind him and left to go meet up with his best friend. 

… 

Durham was slowly coming upon the street that Miguno said in the call, he turned the corner of the block and there was the hyena sitting on a bench waiting with his guitar on one side and his Suitcase on the other. He slowly made his way towards Miguno, he looked stressed, well more stressed than he was when we were at the school a few hours ago. He was almost in front of him when Miguno finally noticed him, “Durry!” he shouted and rushed up to give his friend a hug. “Hey, you ready to go?” He asked, while returning his friend's embrace, “Also, when do you call me Durry, I thought I was the nickname guy?” 

The hyena reluctantly pulled away and gave his friend what Durham thought was a genuine smile, “You can’t be the only one giving nicknames to me, I thought I’d call you a few. Durdude!”

“Well, I don’t if I like this, but I think that I’ll have to get used to this, Miggy.” Miguno smiled. 

“Yeah, you’re damn right you will have to get used to me calling you this!” Durham returned his smile. 

“You wanna tell me what happened, or do you wanna wait until we get to my house?” asked Durham. “Um, let’s wait till we get to the house,” Miguno ran to the bench and grabbed his suitcase and his Guitar. 

Durham turned around and started to walk while Miguno ran up beside him and they made their journey back to Durham’s house. 

… 

Most of their journey back was spent in silence every once in a while they exchanged a few words, after about twenty minutes they were at Durham's front door. “So here we are, home sweet home,” he looked towards Miguno who didn;t say a word, but just stood there looking at the house as if he hadn’t seen it in years. Durham decided to break the silence, “So ready to head inside.” 

 MIguno seemed to snap from his daze, “Yeah. Hell yeah!” he said excitedly and ran to the door, tried to open it but it was locked. Durham came up behind him and held up a key, “A little excited are we, you do need a key.” the coyote started to wave it in front of the hyena’s face before unlocking the door and opening it. He then waved his hands toward the door and as the hyena walked past him he whispered in his ear, “Magica!” 

Miguno turned around and flicked him in the nose, earning a painful whimper from Durham, “Hey! What was that for?” 

Miguno gave him a cocky smile, “For being a dumbass.” 

“I am not a dumbass, i’m charming!” said Durham as if his pride was hurt, but a slight smile was forming on his face. 

“Okay Prince charming, where do you want me to put my stuff? Do you want me to just put it in your room, I’m assuming that is where I will be sleeping.”

“Yeah just sit in my room, that should be fine, and it isn’t my room, it’s our room remember.” 

Yeah that memory from two years ago, those were weird times, Miguno slowly made his way to Durham’s room taking in the house’s smell, man did he miss it here. It felt so good to finally be back in his best friends house. As he entered the coyotes room he sat his stuff next to his friends on the floor, he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind, “You sure you're okay you seemed a little weird when we first got here?” asked Durham. 

Miguno shook his head, “Yeah I’m fine, I am really happy that I am back here, the reunion with my dad really freaked me out.” 

Durham released Miguno from the backwards hug and sat on his bed he patted the spot beside him motioning for the hyena to sit down. Miguno made his way to the bed and sat down beside the coyote the heat radiating from their closeness making him feel safe. “Are you going to tell me what happened when you saw your dad?” 

Miguno couldn’t get over the comfort he was feeling from his friend. He needed to be closer, he scooted closer and laid his head on the other’s shoulder. “Well, one thing’s for sure it wasn’t how I expected the whole thing to go, as soon as I got there he put his hands on me.” As soon as those words left his mouth he felt Durham tense up, “HE DID WHAT! I”M GOING TO KILL TH-” he was cut off by MIguno hand holding his mouth shut. 

“But he didn’t hurt me, he was hugging that didn’t make me any less scared, but then he started crying apologizing for what he did to me for the past ten years like nothing else mattered.” Miguno’s breathing was picking up and Durham noticed, so he put his arm around his friend pulling him in closer, “I told him that’s not how it works he can’t just apologize and all of the stuff he put me through, my trauma would just go away, I was trying so hard not to scream. He had the nerve to ask me why, that’s when I snapped.”

“I… I.” tears started to pour down his face, “I started screaming, and I couldn't’ stop, I never scream at people, I just.. I was so angry for what he did to me, after I finished I was crying and so was he. I didn’t know what to do so I picked up my stuff and told him to have a good life and I left and that’s when I called you.” 

He was full blown crying at this point, Durham fully pulled the hyena into a hug, “You didn't do anything and you shouldn’t feel upset, you did what you thought was right, and if it was me I would’ve socked him in the face.” Miguno continued to cry into Durham’s chest, Durham rubbed his hand up and down the hyena’s back. Very slowly the sobs turned into heavy breathing and the heavy breathing turned into normal breathing, “Thank you.” Miguno whispered into the coyote’s chest, Durham smiled he was happy that he could help a friend, “No problem, what else are friends for.” 

Miguno similed, “For being dumbasses obviously,” the coyote chuckled, “Are you sure I’m the dumbass?” 

Miguno shook his head and slowly pulled back from the hug, “What else would you be? Well you are a good friend.” 

“Anyway, I am so happy I calmed you down in time, my mom will probably be home any minute, I don’t know how I would be able to explain you crying.” 

“Neither do I, but I’m sure you make a stupid or embarassing reason,” said MIguno.

“You are one hundred percent right about that.” replied Durham. 

And with that they sat and talked on Durham’s bed for about thirty minutes before they heard the front door open and the all too familiar voice of Durham’s mother came through the house, “Hello, Durham, Miguno you boy’s here, I saw that the key under the pot is missing and you didn’t lock the door?” 

Miguno was the first to leave the room and see the older coyote who was holding a multitude of bags in her hands, Miguno quickly went to grab some of the bags and help her, he took some bags and took to the kitchen table, “Hey it’s so nice to see you again Miguno, where is Durham?” asked the older hyena, “I’m right here mom,” said Durham as he turned the corner and was tackled in a hug by his mom, “Oh i’ve missed you so much!” 

“Missed you to, could you let go now I'm going to die from embarrassment?” said the younger coyote. Before Durhams mom could release Durham, he felt another pair of arms go around him, “Well, there’s nothing to worry about even Miguno wanted in on the hug,” his mom chuckled. 

“Great, but can you both get let go of me, Please.” he begged, the two eventually relented and let go of the now bright red coyote. “Anyway it is so good to see you again Mrs. Durham,” Miguno then again took in all of the groceries, “What is all of this for?” 

“First of all call me mom, and second of all, I thought since it has been so long since we have seen each other we could fix a great dinner or feast as you will for you boys.” 

“You didn’t have to do that, we would be fine,” said Miguno, “But since you got all of the groceries, we could probably help with the preparation, it..” he was cut off by Mrs. Durham speaking over him, “NO! I’m good, last time you tried to help, you almost burnt down the house. You boys go to your room and don’t worry about it. I'll yell when it is ready.” Both Durham and Miguno had a look of remembrance and guilt painted on their face, “We are sorry about that, we’ll go back to our room, nice cooking.” said Miguno as he pulled Durham around the corner. 

As soon as they got back to Durham’s room they started to put all of their stuff in a different place so they wouldn’t be in the way and Miguno ended up taking out his phone and looking at the time Eight Thirty, had it really been that long since they left the school it felt a lot shorter than that. 

“Now what do we do, it’s not like we would have almost burned the house down again,” Durham complained as he plopped on his bed face first. “Wait could you play me a song on your guitar, I haven’t had a front row seat to you songs for a long time.” 

“I don’t know, I haven’t got any good songs to play for you right now, are you sure you want to hear one.” 

“Anything is better than sitting here doing nothing, come on just one it doesn’t even have to have vocals, just music.” Miguno sighed and pulled out his guitar from its case and sat down next to Durham on the bed. He then got a pick from his shirt pocket and strummed the first note which sent a shiver down Durham’s spine and he then another note rang out and the shiver was gone. 

Suddenly music filled the Durham house hold and you could even hear Mrs. Durham humming to the music in the kitchen, Durham though was caught in the music found his leg slowly tapping to the rhythm of the guitar. 

Durham couldn’t explain it was like electricity was coursing through his entire body forcing his body to do things. He slowly started humming to the melody of the guitar chords, and as soon as the song started the song ended. He was kinda sad that it ended and that the electric feeling he had disappeared. “That was amazing!” he heard his mom say from the kitchen. 

“It wasn't that good, I messed up on a few notes.” he said with a small smile.

“That’s bullshit that was amazing!” screamed Durham, and then another scream came, “Language, watch your mouth, talk like that outside!” Durham visibly frowned at this, “Sorry mom,” he replied. 

Miguno turned to him, “You really think it was that good,” Durham shook his head, “That was the best song I have ever heard in my life, you are really talented.” 

Miguno felt all kinds of weird feelings going through his body. What were these feelings, “Thanks man, you are the best friend a hyena could ask for!” he said excitedly and leaned over and gave the coyote a kiss on the cheek, Durham immediately paused and was about to say something but stopped, he yet again turned a bright shade of red, Miguno looked over at him, “Are you okay?” asked Miguno, Instead of a response he felt Durham pull him into a full blown mouth on mouth kiss. This time it wasn’t Durham that turned red, it was Miguno. When they pulled apart they looked at each other in the eyes. “So that just happened.” said Miguno, “Yeah it did.” said Durham. 

They continued to stare at each other and were about to say something else when Durham’s mom screamed, “Foods Ready!” they both nodded at each other silently agreeing to speak about this later.

[robby-l-keene]

Why Do We Always Self Destruct at Night? (Private)

Today was a fucking disaster.  Actually, this whole weekend has been.  The party was pretty fun, even sneaking into the wedding until we fell out of the ceiling. Then Granpa was sick.  He is 90 and he does have heart problems, so it wasn’t completely unexpected.  He gets tired often when we go out and do things, but he’s always better the next morning.  He wasn’t better this morning.  

I don’t think I slept two hours straight last night.  After showing Miguel to my room and bathroom, I gathered up some clothes and went to a guest room to take a shower to wash all the plaster and insulation off before I became a statue myself.  Then I had to go back down and talk Granpa into taking his heart medicine.  By the time I got back upstairs, Miguel was already showered and in bed asleep with FatCat, the traitor, curled up next to him. I put FatCat on the floor and got in bed, but I couldn’t sleep, convinced that every noise was Rhonda coming to tell me that Granpa had indeed decided to kick off during the night.  I tossed and turned for a while, then got up and went to the study so I wouldn’t wake Miggy, though I’m pretty sure a freight train couldn’t wake him.  I poured a strong drink from the minibar in there and sat down with a book I grabbed off the shelf at random.  Poetry. Sweetie used to read it to me when I couldn’t sleep.  I would curl up in her lap and listen to her voice more than the words.  Next thing I knew she would be waking me up in the morning. I wondered what she would think about me and Dad and Granpa now.  She wouldn’t have laughed about us falling through the ceiling and she definitely wouldn’t like me drinking.  I got up and poured the drink down the kitchen sink and went to Granpa’s room. He was sleeping as his nurse was dozing in his recliner.  I grabbed a blanket from the closet and laid down on the bench at the foot of the bed. Miguel had FatCat to keep him company so I didn’t feel too bad.

“Robby?”  Grandpa called out.

“Yeah?”

“Just making sure that was really you and I wasn’t hallucinating or something.”

“Why couldn’t a hallucination talk to you, too?”

He snorted a laugh.  “Dumbass.  Go to sleep.”

“Granpa, tonight you’ve called me a stupid ass, smart ass, wise-ass, and a dumbass.  Which one is it?”  

“How about just a horse’s ass?” He replied.

“No, that’s Mr. Reignor.”

He chuckled but I could hear the fatigue in his voice.  

I turned over on the bench. “How did I used to sleep on this thing?”

“You used to be a scrawny dweeb?”

“I love you, too, Granpa.”

“Shut up, Robby.”

We had to get him up at two to take a breathing treatment, then again at six to take some medicine. That’s when his nurse yelled at him for taking too long to read the bottle labels and I put her out of his house. She doubted that I could do it, but by the time I had her boss on the phone, she was in her car pulling out of the driveway.  They sent over another nurse, but I still stayed with him most of the day.  I wasn’t much of a host to Miguel and offered to get him an Uber or a cab several times, but he stayed with me, taking care of FatCat, fixing lunch, and even calling his mom, explaining the situation, and getting the names of some nurses for me.  He was great.

One of Granpa’s friends came by in the afternoon, giving me a chance to take Miggy home and check in with Dad and that couldn’t have gone worse.  We were both so on edge that three sentences in, we were yelling at each other.  

The ice cream trip was nice. And he didn’t seem to mind that I wanted to come back over here tonight.  Maybe he just wanted me out of the apartment, but so what?  Twice it looked like he was going to hug me, but then he’d jammed his hands in his pockets and turned away, making dumb jokes.  Whatever.  At least I got him to agree to try to keep Miguel and Demetri out of trouble.

Things were better when I got back.  Granpa even got up for dinner and the nurses today have been on top of things.

Now he’s sleeping peacefully, the nurse is sitting in his recliner, watching her laptop, and the house is quiet and still.  

I can’t stand quiet and still.  I can’t stand having to face my own thoughts sometimes.  I wandered through the empty house, going from room to room but not really finding anything to distract me from me.  I wanted a drink, but I wasn’t going to do that.  Molly and weed were out for the same reason.  I didn’t know what I wanted.  Well, that wasn’t true.  I knew exactly what I wanted, but that wasn’t going to happen, so I had to find something else.  

I grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge and went out to sit by the pool.  I laid back in the lounge chair, listening to the sound of the water swirling around when I heard someone call my name.  I looked around.  Ami was standing by the side fence.

“Ami?  What are you doing outside now?”  It was almost midnight.

She held up a cigarette and shrugged.  “I know, super unhealthy and gross, but they keep me from killing my mom, so…, that’s why I have to come all the way out here.  Can I come over?”

“Sure,” I grinned.

“Want one?” she asked, holding out her pack of cigarettes when she got through the fences.

I rarely if ever smoke cigarettes, but hell, one vice is as good as another and it wasn’t alcohol or drugs, so I’m not disobeying Dad, exactly.  I take one and light it, inhaling deeply.  Dad would have a stroke.  “Sit,” I say, motioning to the lounge beside me, but she sits down in front of me and leans back against my chest.

“Is Mr. Weinburg going to be okay?” she asked.  “I heard he got sick last night.”

“As okay as a 90-year old with a heart condition can be,” I replied.

“I’m sorry my Dad’s being a jerk.  I’ve missed you,” she said, rubbing my legs.  She looked back at me.  

I don’t know who kissed who, but soon we were tangled up on the lounge chair, smokes long stomped out and forgotten.  

That feeling of being wanted, of being desired, even loved, was as strong as any drug I’ve ever done. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t right, but it was there and more than I could say no to.   I didn’t hesitate when she asked me to show her my room.

I woke up alone with three hickeys and a text saying that she’d had fun and I should call her next time I stay over.  We could have another ‘smoke’.    This feels worse than any come down I’ve ever had before and no way will Dad believe I was over here now.  Or that I wasn’t lying about being concerned about Granpa and that this wasn’t always the plan.  Fuck.

Why do we always self-destruct at night?

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 4.11 - If I Should Die Before I Wake review

I KNEW IT! Suzie and Rick having a baby as been my like “this is so happening” trope since we first saw her (well when she came back) and I felt pretty sure about it after 4.01 when they randomly hooked up. And Rick’s had some bad breaks he needs something good to happen! Hey, wasn’t my season 2 wish list was Rick dating a woman with a kid that worked at La Mariana? Though this is even more adorable! 

(Though...it’s been quite some time Suzie, I get you wanting to live your artists dream but you could still have let our guy Rick know before you were like halfway through the pregnancy? Just saying...)

Secondly, what does the title have to do with anything? If I Should Die Before I Wake? Am I daft for not getting it? I guess the guy who got shot and were passed out? Or Sierra? The lads? I don’t see it so if someone has a theory, please explain!

Anyways. This was a easy to watch, fun episode. Jin usually cracks me up more, I think I’ve moved passed him as a strictly comedic element. I want him to actually find something he’s good at and succeed, him always being a bit of a screw up is making me feel sad rather smile now days. He still funny though. It’s confusing to explain my brains reaction to it.

As for the case, Magnum and Higgins helping a nun at the same church (because it is right?) from back when they were talking about getting married for a green card (brings back some memories...!) 

(Oh and look, Juliet is even in white...)

If I was a nun I would not have questioned the whole money drop but just used it to save the girl. But I guess that’s why I’m not a nun. Also not hiring Magnum and Higgins that would have ended with her locked in a closet and her money stolen so I guess it was a good thing she got them involved!

As for Jin feeding chocolate to the lads and then ending at the vet that bad guys conected to Miggy’s case ended up taking refuge... is that a super weird coincidence? 

Yes. 

But it’s Magnum PI. It’s a TV show. So I’ll allow it. Though I would have preferred it if Juliet had rushed to the lads side and been trapped with Jin during the hostage situation...now that would have made me go “coincidence? What coincidence? this is just great tv” and we could have had worried Hubby Magnum outside... just saying.

(Dog ramblings - feel free to skip - And while I appropriate the raising of awareness to the danger of feeding dogs chocolate...the lads should be too big/heavy for the (milk?) chocolate on a protein bar to make them that sick. A bar of dark chocolate, for sure that would have been bad...but I don’t know about protein bars, they’re not very chocolate-y. Though it was protein bar, right? So the sweetener could be a problem as some of those are extremely toxic. Okay, let’s say it was the sweetener and not the chocolate. Because I’m a sucker for weird accuracy. Like fine, would any of this happen? Is half of that happened in today’s episode in any way plausible? Not really. But what I focus on is the accuracy of dogs eating chocolate? Apparently. Yes, I’m weird.)

Loved the beginning with the lads and Jin, Magnum and Juliet. 

Like Juliet’s expression is all, “right???” And Magnum is so weirdly pleased (or something) that the lads don’t listen to Jin and Juliet is just like ‘sit’ and they do and IDK. That was probably my favorite scene of the episode. (Or maybe Gordon being sneaky with the -communication is a two way street - that was pretty great too.)

(Also this is Perdita smiling at doggies, not Higgins smiling at the lads. You can’t convince me otherwise. It’s like when watching behind the scenes, Perdie breaking character is always so... expressive and that smile has that for me...)

Moving on, as for the rest of the episode we got Magnum and Higgins spending quite a bit of time together. Less bantering and more just getting to work than I would have liked. There was no real ‘issue’ for them this week. Instead we just get them working and knowing each other so well...I love it yet I missed the banter that was so overwhelming last week. I think I’ve just gotten spoiled though so.

We do get lots of unspoken Miggy vibes.

Just them always sitting and standing close, looking to each other when something is happening (Higgy looking at Magnum here -when Jin is doing is dog-walker speech-...that’s what you do in a group. You look at the person you like and whose opinion you care about the most.)

At the end with  Juliet instantly covering with the whole “I guess the money wasn’t at the church.” Knowing Magnum would have taken the money to donate (re-donate?). They’re just a great team this week and that’s pretty awesome too.

I guess what I think about this episode for me is that there were a lot of bad guys that sort of had screen time but didn't intact with anyone we knew. Like Izzy and her boyfriend guy mostly talked to the vet not Jin. So it was like three characters we never met or had much connection with interacting. (Also what happened to the Vet at the end? It was like a whole big thing with Jin risking getting shot sort of to get him away and get Magnum’s phone to Mr. Bad Guy. To make sure he wasn’t near the vet. And then when Izzy was arrested the vet was just not there? Weird.)

Then as a small thing that sort of took me out of the flow was the introduction of Sierra and her dad. Like, it was sweet and gave us like a minute to show us what we’re all fighting for. Showed Magnum is a sweetheart - which we knew. But I’m not sure we needed it. I wanted them to help get Sierra the money even without meeting her. It didn’t really add anything. 

Maybe those things (combined with the lack of Miggy banter) was what making me not love it as much as I’d liked. Or it’s just that I’m crazy busy and haven’t been able to properly focus on fun this week. 

Side note: Talent show would have been so fun to have been the focus of an episode. But I do love me my days in the life stories. We did get Kumu singing a lovely song there at the end. But how fun would it have been if TC and Rick had made everyone in the Ohana preform something!!! But that would have been Friends: Hawaii, not Magnum PI, so not to broken up about it.

Please talented people, I need gifs for Higgy in this scene. I tried to grab some screenshots but honestly none of them do her justice, she looks so freaking good here.

I guess my final verdict for this ep is, I liked it but perhaps the Jin clinic connected to the case of the week thing was a bit gimmicky. There were a lot of players or maybe it wasn’t, but it felt like it to me? And nothing personal that we got to connect with for the mains, I mean guess Rick’s confusion about what to tell Suzie? 

Over all, a good, nice episode even I personally felt like there was something missing. Except we got the action, the Ferrari we got the fun case, Jin shenanigan, Rick and TC arranging the talent show and talking about Suzie. It ticks most of my boxes but maybe I just wanted more Miggy banter and less bad guys scenes? 

Next week looks promising though. Shammy is back, it’s been a while. And Cade. Seems to be some military connection which might mean some sharing of feels which we always like. 

Though I wonder if we’ll get the questions of what’s going on the Magnum/Lia relationship front any time soon. (And is Juliet going to see her therapist about her dreams?... :P) And will Suzie be back right away? Are we having a finale baby you think? If we’re going with the timeline of when the episodes aired, she should be about 17 weeks along and baby should be born late June, that could work?

So yeah I’m looking forward to 4.12 and 13, though we only have those two episodes before we get a mini hiatus again? Or am I wrong? Maybe they just haven’t scheduled it and we’ll keep getting episodes for a bit longer? There are 20 eps. season this year, isn’t it?