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Kinktober Day 23- Miguel x Reader (Sleepy Sex/69)
*Requested by Reader ;) *
"When was the last time he stepped out of that office?" You asked both Jessica and Ben.
"I'm going to round it up to 3 days," Jessica replied.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you thanked the two. Miguel was going to kill himself if he kept this up. It was so frustrating how much you cared for this man. You smiled at the thought of Miguel embracing you. The man would never admit how much he loved you, but he acts did. You were just an average person with special rights to come and go into the Spider Society. Being Miguel's fiancé gave you those special rights.
You hummed lowly as you entered Miguel's large office. Your eyes exploded the room, wondering where Miguel was working now. It was low, but you heard a buzzing noise. Making your way to one of the corners, there you saw him. Miguel was sitting at his work bench for one of his new suits. He was hunched over and the buzzing noise was from a drill he held. You made your way over, noticing that he had fallen asleep at his desk.
"At least he's sleeping," You muttered.
All you did was go and visit your family for the weekend. Miguel said he was going to fine, but yet here he is. Three days of locking himself in his office because you weren't around. It was so cute how needy he was. You gently took the drill out of his hand. Turning it off, you chuckled lowly as you pecked Miguel's cheek. He flinched, waking up,
"Sorry," You chirped. Miguel's eyes soften as he pulled you onto his lap,
"Welcome back, baby."
"Miggy, you can't keep locking yourself in your office when I'm away. I worry about you. When was the last time you've eaten and slept?" You asked him, stroking his eyes.
"It's fine,"
"Don't be stubborn," You huffed.
It took a minute, but you finally convinced Miguel to go home with you.
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Miguel kept you in his embrace ever since you stepped into your shared apartment. It was a struggle, but you got him to shower alone so you can prep him something to eat. Miguel grunted and grumbled the whole time. He was so cute. Once you finally got him to shower and eat, all that was left was for him to get some proper sleep.
"Amor (love), why don't you join me?" His voice was low and raspy. The exhaustion was getting to him, "You must be tired from your trip."
"Miggy,"
You gave in to his needs and followed him into bed. Miguel kept his arms wrapped around your waist. His head was buried in your neck. Each breathe he took, you could feel his chest rise. Perhaps he was actually going to fall asleep. It was a thought. You could already feel his erection poking your cunt. Your arms wrapped around his neck, poking the back of his neck. Miguel grunted again as he hips slowly started to move.
"Miguel, you need to sleep."
"Dormiré mejor contigo envuelto a mi alrededor. (I'll sleep better with you wrapped all around me.)" He muttered into your neck.
Your cheeks started to burn as a you felt your knot start to form. Giving in to your needy fiancé, you started to take your pajama pants off. Miguel hummed tiredly in approval. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you freed yourself from Miguel's embrace to take his pants off. The man was tired, but still had the energy for sex. At least you knew tonight was going to be soft. Miguel was a beast in bed.
You held his cock in your hands, stroking him while your tongue swirled against his tip. His grunts and low moans were so easy to earn. Miguel sat up and grabbed your arm. He flipped you around, placing your pussy right in front of his face while you were still at his cock. Your face burned up. You hadn't tried this position yet.
"Ponte a trabajar. (Get working.)" He demanded.
You whimpered lowly as Miguel's tongue started to swipe against your folds. You sucked against his cock, trembling at Miguel's lazy licks of your pussy. His tongue was lapping up your juices while toying with your clit. He held your hips down to his face, making sure you didn't squirm. You moaned against his cock, causing him to buckle his hips into your mouth. Tears formed from the corner of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat.
Miguel groaned as he buckled his hips again. You whimpered as he lazily fucked your mouth. His thumb was rubbing your clit as his tongue ravished your pussy. The knot in your stomach getting tighter as you felt yourself about to burst. Miguel must have known since his tongue went faster. You moaned against his dick, reaching your orgasm.
Miguel lapped up your juices while giving you a light slap on your ass. You flinched and whined. Miguel slowly sat up, fixing you against his lap. You moaned as you entered you and started to thrust. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his ear as he hit you slow, yet hard. Even tired this man knew how to wreck you.
"Yeah, this is going to give me a good night's rest," Miguel chuckled as you bounced on him. You whined as he laid you against the bed, hovering over you, "Me estás chupando mucho. ¿Extrañaste mi polla estos últimos días? Déjame recordarle a tu coño otra vez. (You're sucking me so much. Missed my cock these last few days? Lemme remind your pussy again.)
"M-Maybe I did," You whimpered, arching your back as he kept bullying his cock into you.
You wanted him to go faster, but at the same time you were loving how hard and slow he was going. Each thrust was slow but he made sure to make an impact against your cervix. You moaned his name as you felt your orgasm come again. Miguel grunted, his pace getting a little faster. He rubbed your clit, wanting to hear your moans more. Once you orgasm, Miguel slapped himself against you. He groaned as he did one last thrust, filling you.
"Ahí vamos, eso es todo, cariño. Beberse todo. (There we go, that's it, baby. Drink up.)"
Miguel groaned lowly as he pulled out and laid beside you. You muffled a whine, wanting to refresh, but Miguel was keeping you in place. You pouted, but forgave him once you heard him snore. Miguel was so needy sometimes, but you loved it.
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Miguel woke up feeling sluggish. He looked over at the clock. He had slept quite a bit, but after a few days of no sleep, he still needed more. Resting his head against the back of your neck, Miguel inhaled deeply. He missed you these last few days and now that you were back in his arms, he did not want to let go. He licked your shoulder, enjoying the sleepy muffle you made. Shit. Miguel grunted lowly as his dick started to harden.
"Lemme give you a proper welcome home greeting." He whispered in your ear.
Miguel groped your breasts from behind, enjoying your sleepy moans. His dick getting comfortable between your thighs as he started to move his hips. Your pussy was getting wetter as he rubbed against you more. Miguel sucked against your neck, his fangs gently grazing your skin. Miguel enjoyed your trembling body under him. Your moans were getting louder as he kept thrusting his dick between your folds. Unable to take much more, Miguel groaned as he slid himself inside you.
"Mhm...M-Mig..." You whined in your sleep.
"That's right, baby." Miguel groaned as he held your hips, thrusting you from behind, "Muy apretado. Todavía necesito darle forma a tu coño a mi polla un poco más. (So tight. Still need to shape your pussy to my dick some more.)" He whispered into your ear.
Your body shook as you slowly felt yourself wake up. Overwhelming pleasure filling your body as you felt Miguel's cock slam into you. You buried your head into the pillow, whimpering from your approaching orgasm. Once Miguel noticed that you were awake, he changed positions, hovering over you now. His grip firmly on your waist as he pounded you relentlessly. You moaned, gripping the bedsheets under you as you cam against his dick.
"Morning, baby," Miguel said with a smirk, savoring the white ring forming around his dick, "You took such good care of me last night, just returning the favor."
"Mhm...M-Morn...ah..." You whined as Miguel kept his pace, "W-Wait..."
"Can't wait. Need you now." Miguel fasten his pace, groaning as he filled your womb, "Haven't had a taste of you in three days. I need to give you everything I've held back."
"Miggy," You whined.
Miguel could only chuckle as he kept pounding you pussy. Three days was far too much. Miguel licked his lips as he went to suck you neck, giving you more of his marks. He loved how cute you were when you woke up to his dick inside you. Miguel was going to have to wake you up this way more often. You were becoming a moaning mess for him. You felt so good. Miguel loved this. He grunted as you tighten against him again, reaching another orgasm.
"Miguel~!"
"Hah, that's right, baby. I missed you too," He groaned, cumming inside you again.
Miguel panted softly as he pulled out and picked you up. You muffle a groan as you tiredly leaned against him. Miguel chuckled as he took you to the bathroom to wash up.
"Don't fall asleep yet, I still have a two days worth of energy for you."
#kinktober#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel spiderverse#spiderman 2099#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel spiderman#atsv miguel
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boiling blood makes caramel [ miguel o’hara ]
shoutout to the poll voters, this is for you babes
cw: suggestive, angry/stressed miguel, gn!reader is also his fiancée, slight gore [ blood, but sexy, yk? ], foul language
Never did Miguel come home so restless, so pissed he felt like he could snap a man [ a very specific mans ] spine. It wasn’t a side that he wanted to show his cute little fiancée, the adorable figure that made that anger turn into a different kind of passion. And who was he to resist when you had your back turned to him, hair pulled away, revealing your adorable nape, smooth, supple, and so delectable? His steps were quiet, trying not to disturb your peaceful figure as you carefully mixed your afternoon coffee, humming that cute little tune with your cute little voice.
God, you had him fucking addicted to you, and you didn’t even know it.
You lazily spun you spoon in your mug, thoughts scattered, but always drawing back to one topic, “Miguel...” You whisper mindlessly, oblivious to devil behind you back you just frightened.
“You must love to speak of the devil,“ His voice ranging in your head as his tongue traced your earlobe, his coy tone making you weaken to his presence. His arms tightly wrapping around you waist, giving you no escape, not that you particularly wanted one.
“Miguel!“ You whisper in surprise, stammering to find something to say. He smirks, hands delicately tracing your figure as if they don’t already have it memorized. He lets his lips curl into a sly smile against your supple flesh, his tongue still tracing the folds of your ear, slowly dragging down your neck. He hums, enjoying the way you tremble, your body unable to expect his next move.
His hands teasingly slipped under your loose top, rather his, gently caressing your warm skin, putting no effort into preventing his sharpened claws from leaving such a provocative trail, your body rising with goosebumps, the familiar feeling of boiling blood running up your spine, filling your pretty little head with lust. And as his hands rose, the intoxication of desire became unbearable, in combination to the way his fingers flicked, twisted, and pulled your blushing nipples, teasing your skin as his tongue swirled circles, his lips following suit in sharp kisses.
“Ai, lo siento, Cariño,“ Miguel’s voice turns into white noise to your depraved mind, forgetting the coffee that warmed your shaking palms, all to let out lewd noises at the numbing sensation of his fangs, gently sinking into your neck.
He savors your blood, letting the ruby fluid turn to caramel on his tongue, his teeth providing salacious holes on your neck, an open feed for his greedy lips, his carnal desire to devour you overtaking his rationality.
His voice was muffled, his erotic whispers melting into moans at the taste of your hot blood. His arms firmly held you weakening body against his, feeling as your body surrendering to his gentle venom. Miguel’s yearning was more than tangible, his sultry voice echoing in your adorably delirious head,
“¿Demasiado, Paloma?”
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this was so hard to type w/o my index finger omg, i cut that hoe open n this is my punishment, but anything for miggy ❤︎❤︎
translation
1. Ah, I’m sorry, Sweetheart, 2. Too much, Dove?
also r.i.p to native speakers have mercy on my ass spanish.
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#shoutout to Strawberry Miguel O'Hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#SUGGESTIVE WONN HELL YEAH#suggestive#shout out to the poll baes#miguel o'hara smut#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 author#drabble#teaser#I ❤︎ his fangs
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Adventures In Babysitting
(A Cobra Kai Fanfic.)
This takes place after the birth of the Jarmen baby. Miguel and Robby aren't dating in this one, and they radiate chaotic sibling energy. I ship them so hard as lovers, but this was before I was ready to admit I wanted "the gayTM." Different from my usual content, I know. Sorry y'all. More mlm to follow soon, but I needed to write this one for the sake of comedy.
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Johnny looked himself up and down in the bathroom mirror, smoothing his hair and adjusting the collar of his blue dress shirt. Spraying on his cologne, the man took a deep breath, smiling at his reflection while softly humming a Foreigner song. It had been almost a year since the birth of his and Carmen’s daughter, Carla, and tonight was going to be their first real evening out since the event. In her own apartment, Carmen put her gold butterfly earrings on and applied the finishing touches to her brown eyeshadow. Slipping on her favorite striped jumpsuit, and giving her hair one final brush, she prepared to meet her fiancé, balancing their child on her hip.
Johnny knocked on the door. “Hey. Wow, you look great. You ready to do this?”
Carmen smiled. “Thank you. Yes, I am so ready. But, are you sure that the boys are going to be okay doing this?”
Johnny took the baby in his arms, smiling when she grabbed his finger,“I know they will. Relax. Tonight is about you and celebrating this new milestone. Come on, I have everything set up.”
The two of them walked across the way to Johnny’s apartment. Miguel and Robby were sitting across from each other at the table.
“Robby! Miguel! It’s time,” Johnny called opening the door.
Both of the teens stood up when he entered, Miguel with his arms outstretched.
“Hey Carla! You’re going to be spending tonight with me and Robby,” Miguel whispered conspiratorially in the baby’s ear as he picked her up.
She smiled at the two of them, drooling in loving wonder.
“Aw, she looks just like you,” Robby poked his stepbrother in the arm.
“Shut up,” Miguel responded, rolling his eyes.
“Alright, let’s see, we have the formula, diapers, bottle, toys, blanket, Johnny did you get the pureed sweet potato I put on the list?” Carmen counted the items in the diaper bag, setting them on the table.
“Right here, Mrs. Diaz,” Robby pulled a jar out of the grocery bag on the counter.
“Thank you, Robby. Please, I’ve told you, Carmen is fine,” she said, setting the food next to the rattles.
Johnny checked his watch. “Okay, I think we’re set. You both know the rules, one pair of eyes on the baby at all times, bedtime’s at 7:30, and try to keep her happy. Feel free to order take out, but there’s some bologna in the fridge if you want to try to make some of my special omelets for yourselves.”
“Thank you, boys! Love you Miggy,” Carmen kissed her son on the forehead.
The couple left the apartment arm in arm.
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The first ten minutes were perfect. Then everything fell apart. Somewhere between a dropped pacifier and spilled bottle, Carla began to cry. Very loudly.
Robby cringed as Miguel kept rocking his little sister. “It’s okay, it’s okay…Robby, what do we do?”
The other teen shrugged. “You’re doing great. Just, keep rocking her?”
The baby wailed. Miguel stopped. “I think this might be making it worse?”
Robby continued to wipe up the spilled milk, pausing to look at his stepbrother holding his screaming sister. “Maybe she’s hungry?”
Miguel pulled out the canned sweet potato and set it on the table. Robby placed the crying baby in her high chair.
“Please stop crying,” Miguel attempted to placate the baby. “Look, got your nose!”
The dark haired boy held his thumb between his fingers. Carla screamed louder.
“Got your nose?” Robby raised his eyebrow.
“Worked for me as a baby. Just, get the baby food open, will you?”
The older teen fumbled with the jar, finally getting the lid open with a pop. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, the two brothers sat across from their tiny sister.
“Hey Carla,” Robby smiled at the baby. “You want some orange, mush—er, um, baby food?”
Carla stopped crying, staring at her brother inquisitively.
“There we go,” he raised the spoon. “Open.”
Carla put the spoon in her mouth. Miguel breathed a sigh of relief.
“Guess that was it then,” Miguel nodded approvingly.
The first few spoonfuls were easy. Until Carla decided she was bored. Robby had the idea of giving her the spoon to see if she could try to feed herself. That notion proved dangerous. The food ended up on the older boy’s shirt with a satisfying splat. The baby laughed. Miguel suppressed a snicker.
“Carla, maybe give that back-” Robby kept his tone even.
The baby laughed, shaking her head and throwing another spoonful. Miguel put his hand over his mouth.
“It’s not funny. Help me get it back?” the other teen sighed.
The dark haired boy shook his head. “It’s fun watching you struggle.”
Robby pried the spoon from the baby. Carla began to cry again.
The teen groaned. Great. It’s gonna be a long night…
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The restaurant was a small Italian bistro about ten minutes from the apartment complex. The place was crowded with a clientele consisting primarily of other couples also on date nights, all dressed neatly but not elaborately. The table cloths were a warm yellow, and each table had a small vase with a single white rose. After being seated, Carmen discreetly opened her cell phone under the table, clicking a message to her son. How’s it going?
Johnny held out his hand. “Come on, babe. Give yourself a break. What’s say you ditch that thing and we let the boys handle themselves for a while?”
Carmen turned took one last look at her notifications and handed over the phone. “You’re right. Tonight is my night off. So, let’s just…relax.”
They’re responsible boys. I’m sure everything’s fine.
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“You have got to be kidding me! How did this even happen?” Sam laughed.
The two teens sat next to each other on the couch, each normal from the neck down. From the neck, upwards, each boy had a large orange traffic cone stuck over his head.
Robby sighed deeply, “I would like to go on record and say that this was in no way my idea.”
Miguel nodded his agreement regretfully, “Wait, this is my fault now?”
“It was your idea!” Robby insisted, gesturing to his head.
“You were the one who said we needed to get her to stop crying!” Miguel shouted back.
“Okay, great, so, let me get this straight, there wasn’t another thought between ‘let’s see if she’s hungry’ and, ‘hey Robby, let’s put these traffic cones on our heads?’ What were you even thinking?”
“Sensei used this as way of getting rats out of the dojo! I thought maybe it would be funny!” Miguel replied, waving his arms.
“Ha, ha. I am laughing so hard right now, Miguel!” Robby growled.
A phone camera’s shutter noise went off.
“Hey! No pictures,” Miguel pouted.
“Sorry,” Sam put her phone down.
The first cone (Miguel’s) came off with a hard yank. The second (Robby’s) was not as easily extricated.
“You’re chaffing my ears,” Robby grunted as Miguel gave another pull. Sam pulled out a bottle of olive oil, unscrewing the lid before tossing it dramatically on the counter.
“Let me try.”
“Given what I have seen of you two so far, I think it would be good if I stayed for a while longer,” Sam folded her arms as Robby toweled the last of the olive oil out of his hair.
“Sam, it’s fine,” Robby tossed the towel in the sink. “Miguel and I can handle it, really.”
Miguel nodded, leading his girlfriend to the door.
“Okay…well, don’t do anything else dumb, okay?” Sam looked pointedly at her boyfriend.
Miguel gave her a thumbs up. “Will do, bye.”
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“Um, Robby, do you really think you should be putting that much soap in there?” Miguel gestured to the tub.
“I know how to run a bath,” Robby set his jaw, fixing his eyes on Miguel as he held Carla in one arm and poured the bubble bath with the other. “Why don’t you go check on the pizza?”
After the traffic cone incident, and the attempt at feeding Carla, the two teens decided that the baby needed a bath. Having popped a frozen pizza in the oven for themselves, the two were now in the bathroom attempting to convince the squirming baby to like the water.
Walking into the kitchen, Miguel’s eyes widened at the growing smoke cloud emanating from the oven.
“Robby! What temperature did you put this on?”
“550?” Robby yelled from the bathroom.
Miguel fanned at the smoke and fished the box from the trash can. “Dude, it says 350! What were you-“
The smoke alarm began to blare. Carla started screaming along.
“Fantastic,” Robby murmured, covering the baby’s ears and handing her to Miguel. Standing on a chair, the shorter boy clicked the button on the alarm.
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The pianist in the corner of the restaurant began to play a familiar tune. Carmen’s face lit up.
“I love this song,” she said, reaching her hand across the table and placing it in Johnny’s.
The man smiled. “I know. I tipped the guy earlier. Elvis is a classic.”
“Wise men say, only fools rush in,” the musician sang.
Johnny mouthed along, “But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”
Carmen beamed. “Who knew you could be such a romantic?”
The waiter brought their drinks.
“To Carla,” Johnny raised his juice glass. “And her beautiful mother.”
Carmen clinked her Sangria glass against her fiancé’s.
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After throwing out the burnt pizza, the two teens ordered tacos and sat with Carla on the couch watching television.
“I feel like we’re forgetting something,” Miguel said to his stepbrother while gently rocking his sister.
“The bath!” Robby shot up from the couch.
Sure enough, the tub had overflowed, with bubbles spread all over the floor. The teen turned off the faucet with a groan.
“Come on, man. I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one,” Robby shook his head.
“Me? You’re the one who dumped half the bottle of bubble bath in the tub!” Miguel cried indignantly, grabbing a towel.
Robby rolled his eyes. “Relax. Alright, we’ll just drain it a little and then-”
“Robby, it looks like that scene from Ghostbusters 2 in here!”
“A lot then. We’ll drain it a lot.”
A knock at the door interrupted their argument. Robby pasted a smile on his face and swung it open.
“Hi…Tory?” Robby did a double take, seeing his girlfriend wearing a Tio’s Tamales uniform. “New job? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Just started today,” Tory smiled. “I have your tacos. Sign this for me?”
Robby took the receipt in his hands, being sure to leave a generous tip. Awkwardly running his fingers through his hair, still slick with olive oil residue, he handed the bill back to her.
“Um, is everything okay?” his girlfriend eyed the bubble cloud foaming from beneath the bathroom door.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Miguel and I are babysitting Carla tonight and we had some trouble with the bath…” Robby eyed the mess with a weary expression.
“Huh. Well, my shift is over for tonight. Manager wanted to see how I could handle things before putting me in for more hours…I could stay and help for a bit?”
“Thanks, Tory but we really don’t need-“ Robby hesitated.
“Um, yes! Yes we do need. Tory could you help us bathe Carla?” Miguel walked to the door, still holding the baby who smiled when she saw Tory.
“Miguel, I really don’t think Tory wants to spend her Friday night giving our sister a bath, I can do it, really,” Robby protested.
Tory beamed at the baby, “Hi there. Are you being good for Robby and Miguel? I’m your brother’s girlfriend.”
The teen gently ‘shook’ the baby’s hand, “It’s no trouble. I helped with Brandon all the time when he was little.”
The baby took an immediate liking to Tory. Who knew the secret to bath-time was singing the Ariel soundtrack and a rubber squeaky duck? A taco and a baby bath later, and the teen was on her way out.
Robby breathed a sigh of relief, closing the door and locking it. “So thankful for girlfriends.”
Miguel nodded. Carla began to cry again.
“Oh no, what now?” Miguel groaned.
Robby cringed, wrinkling his nose. “Um, Miguel, I think she needs a diaper change.”
“Not it!”
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It was ten o’clock when Carmen and Johnny walked into the apartment. Robby and Miguel were fast asleep on the couch, Carla tucked fast beneath one of her brothers’ arms, swaddled in a blanket.
Carmen smiled, snapping a picture with her iPhone.
Johnny shook Robby’s shoulder. “Hey, Robby, we’re back.”
The boy yawned, sitting up slowly. Miguel popped up next to him, gently setting the still sleeping baby on his lap.
“How was it?” Carmen asked, raising an eyebrow at the baby food on the floor and the messily wiped bubble trail in the hall.
“It was… “ Robby hesitated, glancing at his slumbering sister and his orange-stained shirt, before breaking into a soft smile. “Honestly, it was perfect.”
Carla’s eyes fluttered open, and she cooed at the sight of her mother.
“Miggy, Robby, thank you,” Carmen hugged the two teens. “Hi Carla…”
“Mig-gy,” Carla said with a laugh.
Miguel’s face lit up. “Did you hear that?”
“No way,” Robby beamed.
“Say that again, sweetie,” Carmen prompted, picking up her daughter.
“Mig-gy!” Carla babbled.
The five of them sat on the couch as Carla repeated her first word. Johnny wrapped his arm around Carmen. Best night ever.
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Babysitting AU/Friends to Lovers/
“i know this looks bad, but i swear, it’s not.”
Juliet closed her car door forcefully and let out a frustrated sigh as she started the engine. Why did she let herself get caught in those blind date situations Kumu always managed to trick her into?
Tonight's candidate had been a doctor - Ethan - who only managed to talk about himself and all his accomplishments.
Juliet couldn't get away from the restaurant soon enough. Obviously, there wasn't a goodnight kiss and there wouldn't be a second date either.
To think that she had asked her best friend, Thomas, to babysit for this fiasco!
She would have preferred to spend her Saturday night with her baby boy. Okay, she wouldn't have minded spending her night with Thomas either - with pizza and a movie.
When she found out she was pregnant, she had just lost her fiancé and she decided to move to Hawaii for a fresh start with her son. Thomas and her had been friends almost instantly and she knew she wouldn't have made it through her pregnancy, labor and now raising Theodore without him.
She drove back to Robin's Nest, eager to come home to see her best friend. She checked her watch - it was only past 9PM - maybe they could still watch a movie. She had forgone dessert and craved something sweet like caramel popcorn she knew Thomas always had in his cupboards.
She parked her car next to Thomas' and climbed out, her movements slowed because of the short dress and heels she was wearing. Such a waste of time and energy that night had been. She hoped it would end beautifully as she felt her breathing calm now that she was home.
She opened the front door slowly, careful to keep quiet not to wake up Theodore. She toed off her heels and sighed in relief when she jiggled her cramped toes.
As she stepped into the living room, the sight that welcomed her took her breath away.
Thomas was lying on the couch - asleep - with an equally asleep Theodore on his stomach. Her heart lurched as she gazed at her two favorite men and wondered why this dating thing couldn't be as simple as this.
She kneeled in front of the couch and placed her hand on top of Thomas' on her son's back, feeling the movements of his breathing. She longed to join them for a cuddle, like a family would, and the realization almost brought tears to her eyes.
She had suspected her feelings for her best friends ran deeper than a simple friendship but after that awful date she just knew. She knew that she only wanted his companionship, she wanted his arms around her and her son and she wanted him to help her raise her baby.
As she stroked the back of his hand she noticed his eyes opening slowly before they went wide.
“I know this looks bad, but i swear, it’s not," he stuttered.
She chuckled.
" Am I really that bad? "
He grinned and her heartbeat quickened.
" Of course not. I just know you prefer that Theo sleeps in his own bed. I just don't want to be yelled at. "
She trailed her fingers gently through her 8-months old's golden curls as she watched his soft features while in slumber.
" I'll admit that I do the same thing once in a while. Who could resist a cuddly, sleepy baby? "
His eyes grew soft as he looked at her.
"How was your date?"
"Not great."
"Good."
"Good ?" She asked him with her eyebrows raised.
"At least you're home early," he answered and she had the suspicion that was not what he had meant.
"I think that's exactly that. I am home."
She smiled at him and moved her hand back on top of his, waiting for him to catch on her words but he didn't react.
" I won't go on dates anymore," she told him.
"You won't?"
"Well, it depends on you, really."
"On me?"
She chuckled out of nervousness.
" Did you turn into a parrot?"
"I'm just not sure I follow. I just don't want to get my hopes up."
" I want to spend all my nights with you and Theodore."
His grin was blinding and she couldn't help returning it.
"You should kiss me now because I can't move with Baby here and I want to show you how I feel about you."
She leaned over him so their lips could meet gently but after a few seconds neither could hold back their smiles and they had to break apart.
"Can you put Theodore in his bed? I'm going to change into something a bit more comfortable. Wanna make out in front of a movie?"
"You really need to ask that?" He told her enthusiastically.
He rose slowly so as not to jostle the baby and Juliet went to her room to change into a large shirt where Thomas' hands would be able to slip under easily and a pair of leggings.
She caught her reflection in the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself with that huge smile plastered on her face. She hadn't been that giddy in years and she knew she had Thomas to thank for that.
She left the room and went to join her best friend to finally seize that family life she had been dreaming of since she had met Thomas
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Magnum PI 3.14 - Whispers of Death review
Man, I’m not sure if every episode is just super good in season 3 or if I just had a crazy week and thus lower expectations/ less build up from the promo but dang I enjoyed this one quite a bit!
I think mostly because of the obvious yet not obvious way they got the Higgy issue with “should I tell E about MI6 or not” bit in there. Like no way was this the focus of the episode but somehow it thematically worked itself in there without it being to in your face while at the same time making total sense to me... (unlike the cheating gal episode where I thought it was a bit of a stretch for Higgy to get guilt feels, but then again my fiancé has never been murdered so what do I know.)
It also gave us the fluffy Miggy ending convo ‘then he’s not the one’ (like come on Higgy, you’re worrying about Ethan being upset you used to be a spy and lied about it while you’re making heart-eyes at your devastatingly sexy business partner? I think your relationships has bigger problems...)
(What? We really like looking at each other... that’s not a crime is it?)
The psychic spying on people was a little bit of a bummer, I’d have loved it if they left just the tiniest bit of a “but how did she know when?” or had said ‘I also saw the airport’ or something. Because that would have been a fun thing to tease Higgy with at the end. Just a tiny little “maybe” there are some things beyond what we understand. I don’t believe in physics but I don’t love the idea of there being nothing exciting and beyond what we understand in the world. And now we’re rambling totally off topic...
But speaking of cosmic connections... this episode features a Swedish guest star (for those of you who don’t know I’m Swedish) and her ex- assassin husband. I’m kinda little bit unsure about the case but I think this is how it went...
Psychic spies on clients with listening devices in crystals (? don’t bugs need to be hooked up to power sources? she should have sold salt lamps if you ask me...) hubby is contacted by some people from his old crime life, and learns a shady female lawyer is going to flip on them and goes “she’ll be dead before X” right after saying his wife isn’t going to be a problem - psychic overhears this and tells Megan, mistakenly having assumed she is the one who is going to be killed but she’s like “no way” and tells hubby about it. Meanwhile psychic lady hires Magnum and Higgins, claiming she has had a vision. In the morning hubby goes and murders the psychic lady. Then comes home as acts totally weird and takes Megan to the airport and tells her he/they have to leave the country.
No offense Megan but you should maybe start asking some questions rather than just chill in your hotel room like everything is fine and dandy. Maybe call your psychic and discover she’s dead and get a little worried. Just saying...
But hey, when you love someone it’s hard to see them for what they are. And that goes for just normal stuff, not assassins so I guess I’ll let it slide.
I do love that in more of Magnum’s cover stories these days he and Higgy are married. This one they even have fictional kids waiting at home!
Over all this was a fun and light episode. Maybe it lacked...IDK a little bit of heart. But I think Higgy’s little side issue with Ethan tied in very nicely with the case and that was maybe enough. Still don’t feel like the episode before the finale.
(We didn’t actually have to see Ethan so that’s a big plus.)
Old psychic lady was fun, freaking Higgy out about her and Ethan. That was a real good cold-read (I mean it would have been if it wasn’t scripted TV show...)
Kumu’s side plot was fine. I wasn’t really that invested in it. I wish they’d have Kumu be a little bit more involved in the heist or her husband, make it more of a ‘we all make mistakes when we’re young’ or something. Or have Gordon have to make a choice about arresting the nephew or not or just something in the present. It’s nice to see Rick and TC being there for her though.
I don’t know, I liked this episode a lot when I watched it and now I feel like I knit-picked a bunch of stuff that’s not really that big of a deal and perhaps like it a little less. But I think I was hoping for a little more psychic stuff. There is so much potential for funny things and maybe I wish they’d have gone for more of that rather than slam-bam-murder and an assassin.
I guess I’m starting to sound like a broken record but I’d like some less crime-y crime-y cases and more wacky ones like this. Like what if the psychic hadn’t been killed? But they follow the husband and see him acting shady and IDK discovered the psychic lady was listening in on her clients without her being dead.
Over all though, I liked it and it was good yet I wish it would have been ever greater because it had the potential for it. And we all hate wasted potential.
Now I just have to be bummed there are 3 whole weeks until the finale! But now I gotta go or I’ll be late to my almost three weeks late birthday brunch!
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Hii idk if you’re taking requests or not but I’m sorry if you aren’t!! I just wanted to see if u could maybe do a small smut story that still takes place in puzzle pieces and it’s basically where Miguel got really pissed & in sm stress because of some idiot and he accidentally hurts his shy wifey :,(( so he decides to make it up to her by literally giving her one of the best nights of her life and just gives her his baby yk 🤗
*TAGS ENTIRE PUZZLE PIECES TAGLIST*
Now, I won't ever say no to some extra Puzzle Pieces content, hehe.
Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, mentions of abuse, language, soft sex, oral (f receiving) , rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, praise, fluff
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It had been a very rough day for Miguel. From Alchemax to his mafia, there had been nothing but a slew of bad news. It had been two months since the Venom incident, yet for some reason the accursed drug still tormented the streets.
Come to find out that one of Eddie's followers took on his role, giving a new gang to rise called Carnage. Miguel was furious at the situation given to him. Especially since Carnage had gone out of his way to kill one of his trusted men.
"¡Mierda! ¡Cuántas tonterías tengo que soportar! (Fuck! The amount of bullshit I have to deal with!)" Miguel roared at the top of his lungs.
Then, Alchemax had to put some icing on the cake, and get a lab blown up. Several idiot scientists were in the hospital all because they decided to take a risk Miguel told them not too. The worst part was that Miguel couldn't fire them yet. He had to wait until all of the legal bullshit flew over.
"Miguel?" You whispered.
Miguel was consumed with rage that he didn't even hear his poor little fiancé. You were standing in the corner, watching Miguel's fit. This was the not the first time you've seen him mad, but at the same time, he had never gotten this mad before.
"Fuck! Those fucking-"
Miguel yelled once more as he grabbed the closest thing to him and tossed it. He needed to let out his anger somehow.
"Ah!" You cried.
Upon hearing your terrified yelp, Miguel snapped out of his state of anger. He quickly rushed to your side, seeing you bend down and shaking. His eyes widen towards your fear. Immediately scooping you up, Miguel whispered apologizes.
"Mi conejita, (My bunny), I'm so so sorry," He whispered, kissing your head as he brought you to the couch, "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell and-"
Miguel's eyes soften as he saw a small cut on your shoulder. He glanced back towards the glass he threw. Cussing quietly, Miguel kissed your cut repeatedly.
"Mi amor (my love), I won't ask for you to forgive me-"
"I-It's...o-okay," You whimpered softly. Miguel frowned as he kissed your tears away,
"It's not. I hurt you in my fit of rage."
"B-But y-you weren't...m-mad at m-me," You tried to reassure him. Miguel gently bit your hand before kissing it,
"I promise I'll take my rage elsewhere." He whispered, kissing you once more then your cut, "I never, ever, want you to be afraid of me. You don't ever need to be afraid again."
"Miggy,"
You were still trembling, but knew Miguel meant well. He had never hurt you before and will never. This was just an accident that he was taking to heart. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as you felt him kiss your cut more.
"M-Miguel..." You whispered, getting cozy.
Miguel picked you up and took you to your shared bedroom. His kisses were nonstop as he laid you against the bed. His large grip, holding you gently as you spread you legs for him. Miguel inhaled deeply to your gesture.
"Such a good girl for me," He groaned, kissing your neck, "Let me make up for my foolish behavior. Give my precious wife the best night of her life."
"M-Miguel!" You squeaked, feeling his hands take off your sweatpants, "I-I-I..." You covered your face, feeling flustered.
"Am the best? Am too good for me?" Miguel filled in your words as he placed his head under your shirt, kissing up your stomach.
"Ah~ M-Mig~"
You trembled as Miguel took off your shirt. His kisses leading up to your breasts, back to the small cut on your shoulder. Miguel's hands were all over you, stroking each part of your body until you stopped shaking.
The warmth of his hands, begging your body for forgiveness. Miguel inhaled to the soft sound of your moans as he grinded his bulge against your panties. Your body arching against his hips, whimpering and whining for more friction.
"I'm sorry, Mi conejita (my bunny). I won't ever harm you," Miguel whispered as he groped your breasts.
"Mhpm~ I-I know....y-you didn't mean it," You cried, feeling your core burning up, desperate for release, "I-I-I'll a-always, ah~ ah~ M-Miguel~"
You arched your back, crying out your first of many orgasms. Taking a moment to catch your breathe, you squirmed and whimpered as Miguel took your damp panties off. He kissed your nipples, humming lowly as he bend down.
You tried to stop Miguel, wanting to hold him, but gasped loudly as you already felt his tongue against your clit. You gripped against the bedsheets, moaning his name as Miguel feasted. This was always his way of spoiling you after a rough day.
Though you had to question if it was more enjoyable for you or him.
Your body was shaking as Miguel held your hips in place. His tongue ravishing your pour clit and pussy. Your vision had begun to blur once more as you felt your high returning. With a curl of your toes and another grip against the bedsheets, you cam once more.
"Good girl," Miguel blew against your cunt, watching you twitch, "My precious good girl."
You shuddered and whined as Miguel returned to licking your clit. His tongue lapping up the mess you made. You were already overstimulated, unable to handle the amount of pleasure you were receiving now.
"M-Mig! M-Miggy!" You whined, riding his face, "P-Please..."
"Anything,"
Miguel hummed as he gave your pussy a break to give you a deep kiss. Your adorable fucked out expression just eager for more. With swift movement, Miguel slowly pressed his dick inside your tight gummy walls.
"Ah~"
"See how hard you make me?" Miguel hummed, kissing your small wound once more, "I am yours and you are mine."
"Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You gasped, holding onto Miguel as he rested his hips against yours.
"My beautiful wife," Miguel grunted as he pulled out slowly before hitting you deep, "Taking me in so well."
You gasped and moaned as Miguel took his time. Your pussy fluttering and gushing around his cock with each slow and rough thrust. Miguel kept kissing your body, whispering nothing but praises as he took you nice and slow.
"Such a good girl. Does my little bunny enjoy this? Shall I keep going slow?" Miguel asked with a tease, enjoying your blissed out expression.
"Y-Yes~ Ah~ Hah~ F-Fill me, p-please." You begged, babbling your moans like a cock drunk mess.
"Fill you? Do you want to make me a daddy?" Miguel said with a light chuckle as he got hard at the thought, "Wanna be a mommy, mi amor?"
"Ah~ Y-Yes! Yes!" You cried another orgasm, feeling your mind doze off.
Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine. His grin widen as he held your hips and placed your on your knees. Miguel kissed your back as he started to pound your pussy from behind. The loud slapping noises of your juices against his dick and your moans were consuming the room.
"My wife wants a baby. I shall give it to you," Miguel chuckled, nibbling against your ear as he ravished your hole.
"Ah~ Ah~"
Your face was pressed into the pillow as you moaned to each thrust. His hot seed filling your womb, causing you to gush and cum against his dick. Drool rolled down your mouth as Miguel kept his ruthless pace, praising you constantly.
"Awe, look your womb is swallowing my cum. Now this is a way to end such a shitty day," Miguel groaned as he placed you on your back, "Giving my wife a baby."
You arched your back, your mouth forming an 'o' as you felt Miguel's dick rub against your sweet spot. Words unable to form as you just whimpered and moaned to his thrusts. Miguel pulled you into his embrace as he held you in mating position, fucking you senselessly,
"I love you, (Y/N). I love you so much,"
You would repeat, but you were so cock drunk that you weren't paying attention. With another orgasm, you fell unconscious.
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You awoke the next day, sore and exhausted. Miguel had washed you up and put on your most comfortable pajamas-his clothes. You smiled weakly towards the water and pain killers on the side table. There was also a note and you felt a bandage on your shoulder.
"Hehe, Miggy," You cooed, finding your soon to be husband so overprotective.
As you laid on your back, you started to recall last night's passionate sex. Your face turned bright red as you started to remember begging Miguel to fill you and him assuming you wanting a baby. You covered your face into the pillow, squealing lowly.
"M-Maybe....we....we could....k-keep trying...f-for one."
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4+7+10 for Miggy
Mafia AU/ Childhood Friends/ “you know i’ll do anything for you.”
Rating: G
Thomas frowned as he watched his best friend being dragged away from him by her father. He didn’t understand what he did wrong; they were only playing marbles in the park. To be specific, she had been in the middle of robbing him of his favorite specimen but he didn’t mind; he would have given them all to Juliet if she had asked him. He just wanted to see her smile because she was the prettiest when she smiled.
As he heard her cry and plead with her father to let her play with him, Thomas felt as if a fist was squeezing his heart tightly. Did M. Higgins think he wasn’t good enough to play with his daughter?
The young boy kneeled back on the ground to gather his marbles and put them in his pockets before walking back home with his head down. He tried to cheer himself up by thinking he would see her the next day at school but he already knew it wouldn’t be the same anymore.
Of course, what 9 year-old Thomas didn’t know back then was that Juliet’s family was one of the most influential families of the Irish mafia in Chicago and they usually didn’t like when their own “mingled” with average people.
20 years later
Thomas waited in the lobby after he just pushed the button to call the elevator. It was close to midnight and he was exhausted. He couldn’t wait to climb into his bed but when he emerged out of the elevator cabin on the 5th floor, he knew his initial plans would be disrupted.
He hadn’t seen her in five years - when he left for his first tour in Afghanistan - but when his eyes met her brimming ones, his heart lurched the same way as when he was a little boy. She was sitting on the floor next to his door, apparently waiting for him, and as soon as she saw him she jumped on her feet and quickly closed the distance before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
« Thank God, you’re home, Thomas! »
She sounded desperate and he could feel her tears against his neck. He returned her embrace immediately as he breathed her scent; she was still wearing the same perfume.
« What is it, Juliet? » He asked her, worried about what could have happened to have her react that way.
She broke away from him slightly so they could look at each other and she was still as beautiful as he remembered, even with her reddened eyes from her emotional turmoil.
« Can we go inside, please? »
« Of course, » he agreed as he fished his keys out of his pocket.
Once they were inside, he ushered her towards the couch so she could sit while he went to retrieve a glass of water for her. She thanked him before taking a sip and putting the glass back on the coffee table.
« Tell me what’s wrong? »
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks but that didn’t stop her from telling him why she was so upset.
« They killed him. »
« Who killed whom? »
« Richard. »
Thomas had heard about the death of her fiancé a little over a year ago while he was still stationed in Afghanistan.
« I thought he died in a car accident. »
« So did I, but earlier tonight I overheard a conversation between Danny and my father where they talked about it, and how I’m so much better without him. »
Thomas’ mouth dried out instantly. Her own brother and father had her fiancé killed. What kind of monsters did that to their sister or daughter?
He already had his answer - mobsters.
He didn’t really know what he could tell her to make her feel better so he gathered her back into his arms and whispered against her hair.
« I’m so sorry, Jules. »
After a few seconds she pushed him away slightly and rose from the couch.
« I want to do it now. »
« Do what? » He asked her, not following her meaning.
« I want to testify against them, » she declared with her chin raised, looking determined.
« You can’t be serious? »
« Didn’t you hear what I just told you? They murdered my fiancé ! How do you expect me to go back to them as if nothing happened ? »
He got up as well to join her next to the kitchen island.
« And they will do the same to you if they found out. »
« I will have to make sure they never do but they need to be stopped. My whole life I haven’t been free to make my own choices because of them and it ends now. »
Thomas sighed as he ran his palm down his face. What he had in mind was crazy but they didn’t really have a choice.
« I know someone who can help us. We would have to enter the witness protection program in order for you to testify. »
« We? » She questioned him with a small smile.
« You know I’ll do anything for you. I won’t let you disappear on your own. »
« I can’t ask you that, Thomas. You would have to leave your whole life behind, » she cried out, distressed.
« What life? Since I came back from my last tour, I’ve been going from one meaningless job to another. My parents have been gone for many years. I have no one but you. »
She smiled and he knew she felt relieved to have him by her side to face what they were about to do.
« Okay, what do you have in mind? »
« I’ll contact Gordon Katsumoto who works for the US Attorney to make sure we would be able to enter the witness protection program in exchange of your testimony against your family. And then, I’ll call my friend Robin who can help us lay low in the meantime. How do you feel about moving to Hawaii? »
She grinned and for the first time of the night, Thomas felt like he had done something right.
« Living in Hawaii? With you? Where do I sign? »
He chuckled.
« We would need to change appearances as well. »
He tucked a long, chestnut curl behind her ear.
« You would look good as a blond, » he teased her.
« And I’ve been dying to see you with longer hair again, like when we were back in high school. Maybe you could also grow a goatee or a beard. »
The mirth he saw reflected in her eyes might have tricked him into thinking she was ok but he knew her like no one else and saw that she was still haunted by the loss of her fiancé.
He was aware that he had deeper feelings for her than she had for him but for now, the priority was to keep her safe from her father and brother, enough so that she could start a new life away from all this hurt.
In the meantime, he would make sure to always be by her side every step of the way.
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