#dilf miguel

[quaintii]

Across the Street

Pt.3

Pt.1, Pt2.

synopsis: Miguel calls you in once more for babysitting. He has a day off from work and something inconvenient happens.

content: 18+ MDNI - babysitting, DILF miguel, fingering, m!receiving bj, praise and degrading, dirty talk, spiccyy overall.

A/N: thank you guys for the support!! Love u all 💞

extra: art is on Twitter by kimmy_arts0912

Miguel woke up to the sound of his phone burring on the bedstand, clicking the stop button.

9:04 a.m.

He slowly rose off the bed, rubbing his temples and heading to the bathroom. He took his time getting himself ready, it was never easy for him since he would regularly work for long hours but today was a day off.

He took a shower, shaving off his stubble beard with a mirror glued on the bathroom wall. He got out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a small one on his wet hair.

Soon as he finished changing, he went downstairs to drink some black coffee and eat some peppered eggs with bacon.

As he scrolled through his work emails on his laptop, he saw Gabriella at the corner of his eye. She stepped off the stairs, approaching Miguel and hugging his legs.

"Como dormiste, mi changa?" (How'd you sleep, my girl?) He let out a hearty laugh, ruffling her messy brown curls. His focus was now on Gabriella, carrying her with one arm while his other hand pinched her swollen cheeks.

"Bien, papi!" She said as she swinged on his arm. Miguel smiled and lifted her back on the floor, reaching for the chair for his daughter. He placed two plates, a small stack of pancakes with strawberries, butter and syrup while the other was a bowl of fruit.

"Make sure to eat all of it, mija. It's bad to let things go to waste." He spoke as he washed the prior dishes from last night, making him vividly relive the memory of his fingers in you. He couldn't shake the thought of you, he kept spacing out on your touch.

He snapped back to reality when he peered his eyes to his phone ringing, his wife. Well almost his ex-wife, the divorce was still in date for court but they went their separate ways months ago.

He wrapped a towel around his hands, drying them and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I'm picking up Gabriella later today around 6."

Miguel's brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?!? This whole week is my time to spend with her. I have a day off today and tomorrow." He snapped back at her.

"What's the reason for the sudden change?! Im allowed to spend time with my daughter too." He was fired up but whispered into the phone so Gabriella wouldn't hear.

"She just got home a couple days ago, que te pasa en la mente?!" Miguel spoke. She scoffed into the phone. "You're more in love with your work than our own daughter."

"Well I planned a trip for the both of us and I already have everything packed for her. Relax, you'll get her back in a couple days, bye!" As Miguel was about to yell at her, she hung up on the phone.

"Pinche pendeja.." he muttered softly on his lips.

He was furious but had to remain calm to not raise Gabriella's suspicion of why her dad was breathing so heavily and palming his face with his hands.

After a couple minutes pass, he sat next to Gabi watching a cartoon show to ease himself down. He would then urge Gabi to go brush her teeth and change into something else rather than her unicorn pajamas.

Miguel decided to take Gabi to a new toy shop that just opened. He was still pissed about the call earlier but the thought ended up leaving his mind as his focus was now on his daughter's happiness.

5:04 p.m.

It'd been a day or two since what happened. Miguel hadn't sent you a message to babysit Gabi, until this afternoon.

"Hey, can you come over to babysit Gabriella? That is if you're not busy with anything."

"I'll be on my way in 5 minutes, Mr. O'Hara."

"Perfect..thank you. Again, Miguel is fine."

You felt so queasy about stepping in foot back to his house but so excited. You wore a summer dress due to the heat emitting from the sky. The afternoon would always be the hottest time of the day where you lived.

You face the mirror to fix the messy curls that sprung up due to the frizz. You apply some lip liner, finishing it off with a red tint gloss.

5:12 p.m.

You knock on the door, patiently waiting. You hear a click and the door finally opens, the sun shined on his caramelized skin. He look almost jaw dropping.. with a slicked back hair look. Loose black fit pants with a loose button up shirt. His eyes gave off a smile smile and invited you in.

You looked around to find Gabriella drawing at the table.

"Hi Gabi!" You squeal and wave at her as she rushes into a hug towards you. "Yay! You're back!" She was eager to see you. "What are you drawing? That looks great!" "I'm drawing a forest with fairies and unicorns!" Her high pitched voice rang in your ears.

You lean in closer to look at her drawing, acknowledging it. You give her a sweet smile, she returns it back.

You step back and walk to the cabinets to get a glass of juice. Your body jumped when you felt a hand rubbing in circles on your ass.

Miguel grazed his hands on your shoulder, whispering near your ear and dragging you further to the kitchen. Gabi's back facing the both of you two, you felt his hot breath fan you; shivers down your spine and to your core.

"How have you been, muñeca? Te ves muy...hermosa." He husked in a low tone. Your breathing slowed down, worried to even peep a sound. "I missed you..was worried you wouldn't come back." His rough hands rub the soft skin on your hips.

His tongue teased your neck, sucking and softly nibbling on it. "N-not here Miguel..your daughter.." You whispered, trying hard to restrain your small whimpers. He hummed in your ears, nibbling on it before detaching himself as soon as he heard a doorbell ring.

Luckily the kitchen had the blinds closed so whoever was outside, couldn't see.

He sighed and you quickly headed to open the door, facing a woman. She had on black sunglasses to block the sun in her eyes.

"You must be the new babysitter right?" She questioned as she placed her purse on the island countertop. "Yes! I was recently hired by Mr. O'Hara, Ms.." You waited for a response from her. "Mrs. O'Hara." She spoke, she reached to grab Gabriella by the waist; a suitcase near the table.

You had thought that he was divorced, you thought pretty quickly to it maybe they just haven't had gone to court yet to fix their situation.

"Mom? Where are we going?" Gabriella prods her head at Miguel and you. "We're going to Disneyland!!" She squeals as she hears the exciting news.

Miguel sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that she never really gave attention to Gabriella, just spoiling and bribing her.

Gabriella was brought down back to her feet, hugging you and her dad by the leg, waving goodbyes.

You helped her out with packing some of her toys upstairs. When you both finished packing up some extra stuff, you head downstairs, slightly peering your head to see Miguel and his wife whisper about stuff. Miguel's chest heaved as his hands ran through his hair, frustrated.

Gabriella prods her head at what you're looking at and you quickly distract her by asking her something.

"Did you grab all of your toys, Gabi?" "I think so," she said as she rubbed her head and headed towards the door.

The lady drank some champagne from the glass, eyeing you up and down, questionable about you. You were never this nervous, but you worried if she had known.

She averted her gaze back to Gabi, holding her hand and the suitcase near Miguel. "Bye papi!" Gabi squeaked as the door behind her closed. Miguel waved non-stop til he couldn't see her anymore.

He laid his elbows on the countertop, tilting his head sideways back and forth. "Everything okay?" You walked up to him.

"Yeah.. um..it's just.." He hesitated to tell you. "Oh, don't worry! It's fine you don't have to tell me, Mr.-.. Miguel." He sighed angrily, "No no, it's just that..this week I was supposed to have Gabriella. She comes unannounced, not even a heads up that she would take Gabi with her."

As he vented more of his frustration, he felt relief by letting it all out. You were open eares with him, softly patting his shoulder blades to ease him.

"Wow..that's really messed up. Do you have custody of Gabriella, if you don't mind me asking." You spoke softly.

"Yeah, I do. We haven't had the court fully decide yet, it's coming up in a couple weeks. I just hate how she's nowhere fit for her to be actually caring for Gabriella." He sighed and took a big sip from the champagne bottle.

You hummed in return, heading to the snack closet for something to ease him up. "Want some snacks?" You asked. Miguel gets up and walks towards you.

You tip-toed to reach a cardboard box full of gummies, until you felt your body shivering to the touch of his hands around your waist later reaching your bra.

He wraps his arms around you, his touch becoming a bit more daring this time.

"You're very tempting. It's difficult to resist you right now..."

Miguel smiles at you and whispers his words. He then places his lips on yours again, his kiss passionate and eager. He wraps you as tight as he can, his hands roaming your hips.

"Oh, I would love something sweet. Don't you?" He murmured on your neck. His hands pushed your dress up, caressing your plush skin. "Mr. O'Hara-.."

You felt a sharp slap to your ass. "What did I say? Llámame Miguel.." (Call me Miguel)

He placed a hand on your chin to face him, kissing you softly. The second kiss seemed more like hunger.

"Get on your knees for me, cariño." He husked in a low tone, you obediently listen and laid your knees on the cold marble floor. He caressed your face once more, "Good girl.." The praises that came out his mouth made your cheeks heat up, your blood pumping to your pooling cunt.

Miguel's face lights up with pleasure, his eyes staring at you seductively as you kneel down in front of him. He watches your movement as you kneel, breathing slightly heavier. The way you look at Miguel also makes him feel good.

"Mm..."

Miguel's hand then reaches down and he grabs your head, making you look up at him.

"Open your mouth..."

Miguel moves his hand down to one of your shoulders, moving his thumb along your collarbone and then along your cleavage.

"Open wider, muñeca..."

Miguel's smile grows more and more as he sees you opening your mouth. You see his hand moving around your lips, just touching your face sensually here and there. Miguel's eyes never leave yours, and you find his stare to be both attractive and also exciting.

"Mm... Good.."

Miguel's eyes move down to your tongue and then back up to your face. He starts to whisper in your ear, his voice going slightly deeper.

"¿Como se siente esa boca, chiquilla?"

Miguel's breath slows, clearly aroused. He stuck in two fingers into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks softly as you sucked on them for a bit. He went deeper, making you gag continuously, he took his fingers out licking them clean.

Your eyes landed on his bulge, palming it with your hands, rubbing it harder each time, pulling groans out of Miguel.

You begin to remove his pants by unzipping it and pulling down his boxers, his hard cock slapping his abdomen. The red brownish head was practically fuming for your touch.

You part your lips, laying your tongue out and licking the pre-cum streaming down on his tip. You try fitting all of his cock in your throat but you can't so you stroke the rest of him.

His eyes drop down to your face, his eyebrows furrowed together, savouring the delicious feeling of your tongue around his cock. You bobbed your head faster when your throat relaxed, being able to take in more of him. You clench your inner thighs together to feel some relief on your swollen clit.

His breathing becomes shallow the more he becomes impatient. When you looked up at him with small teary eyed..

He loses it.

He needs and wants to feel more of you, he slammed his cock deeper down your throat. The squelching sounds and low groans of his voice made you whine but it was muttered by his cock in your mouth.

You dig your nails into his thighs to keep yourself steady, you feel like you've ran out of oxygen. But you couldn't care less.

"Puta madre..." He whispers.

The feeling of him driving you absolutely mad, his grip on your scalp tightening with every thrust he took. The aggression shocked you, but you couldn't move since he took complete control of your mouth.

His cock pressed harder into your throat, making you gag on and on while tears streamed down your face. Your flushed out face drew him to his final straw.

His hips snapping against your cheeks, the slapping sounds echoing. The feeling of your fingernails digging deep into his skin, your muffled moans clenching harder around his cock whenever you hollowed your cheeks, made him lose his control.

"F-fuck...you're so good...such a pretty little slut aren't you? So fucking good f'me baby..." He scowled.

You kept muffling mhm's as he would praise your touch on him. His hips began stuttering, his thrusts slowly becoming slower as his cock became more and more sensitive with every warm touch of your tongue around him.

He held both sides of your face in a firm but gentle grip, abusing your throat to catch his orgasm. "I'm c-coming..mhmmf..mierda..." He whined.

His massive body shook with his imploding orgasm, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat and shuddered as his cum was hot and sticky on your tongue.

The moment he pulled out, he angled my face to his, towering over my frame. "Swallow it f'me." He spoke bluntly.

Miguel removed your mouth off his cock, his erection still hard and pulsing. All he wanted right now was to be inside you but he had different plans for you. He was going to return the favor back to you now.

You let out a few coughs to catch your breath and swallowed just like he asked. Bittersweet taste left on your tongue.

"Eres tan buena y hermosa, ma." (You're so good and beautiful, ma)

"Llevantate, amor." He panted on your neck.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up, resting your quivering ankles on his broad shoulders. His fingers stroking and prodding at the wet stain on your underwear, his cold touch setting you on fire.

"Let me touch your pretty pussy, amor. Déjame ver ese bello coño.." (Let me see that pretty pussy) He tore your underwear off, the cold air washing your cunt makes you shiver. He lightly slapped your folds to see your face contort and furrow.

Suddenly, his hot tongue flicked your wet folds, and heat swirled in your stomach, your clit throbbing. Your skin burned to his touch as he reached for your perked nipples, rubbing it with his hands and whenever he would pinch your nipples, you would jerk forward; making his nose hit your clit.

"M-more Miguel.." You begged, your cunt clenching around nothing left you feeling empty and so needy. Your fingers wrapping around his brown curls, gripping onto them dearly as his tongue lapped on your clit.

"You're doing such a good job f'me, mi amor. Keep moaning my name like that. Fuck.." He groaned into your cunt. He slid into another finger and the feeling was too much for you to handle.

"M-miguel.." Your pants filled with wanton and lust. Your body jerks forward as he slid a finger inside you, your eyes impossibly rolling back to the back of your head as you choked on your moans, mumbling his name as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

"Mirame, corazon. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

You felt too much and too little all at once, it wasn't enough for you but you felt like you were about to get thrown off the edge as his fingers started pounding you deep inside your velvet walls. You kept twitching and trembling, your back arching off the wall as your body hopelessly writhed for him.

Your nerves began stuttering, going numb along with a knot starting to untie. Miguel wouldn't stop sucking on your folds, his nose nudging your clit. His eyes never left your face, he loved seeing how you responded to his touch.

You started feeling a fire pooling low in your abdomen, your heartbeat pulsing faster than before.

You started losing composure whatsoever, when he slid in another finger inside. He didn't stop lapping on your sopping cunt, your pussy clenching around his fingers made his cock ache for your walls to tighten around him.

"It's t-too much.. m-miguel please mhmgf..fuck!" You sobbed and wailed. Your tears wouldn't stop, his fingers plunging in deeper inside your swollen cunt.

"You can handle it, doll.. I know you can." His ears relished the wet squelching sounds and your sweet little moans. You tugged harder into his hair as you felt a wave crashing down, the dam broke which released a leg-shaking orgasm. Fire sprinted throughout your body, the feeling of it taking over your mind with nothing but his fingers and tongue on your cunt.

Your orgasm came in flooding in and electrified every nerve in your body. Your vision fading to black. Your throat welled with moans and mewls, as you kept blubbering incoherently.

Miguel devoured you without mercy, savoring your juices as it ran down his chin. He kept you steady by holding you tight on your hips as you wiggled non-stop, shaking and writhed under him.

You loved drowning in helplessness of the pleasure as it surrounded you by the waist, leaving you breathless, shaky, and light headed.

You became almost feverishly whimpering since Miguel would still suck on your clit, tenderly. He finally removed himself from your folds, smirking at you while caressing your flushed out face. "Te ves bella así, muñeca. Eres mia..que no?" (You look beautiful like that, doll. You're mine, right?) You nodded as your orgasm finally came to a stop. He rested your ankles back to the floor, holding you up by the waist so you wouldn't succumb to the floor.

Just when he was about to tease you with his cock slowly on your folds, you both hear a ding from the door. Keys ring through your ears and the door creaked open. Heels clacking on the hard floor echoing around the spacious house, heading upstairs. The both of you quickly start to dress up quickly, you knew exactly who this was.

"Miguel!! ¿¿Dónde estás?? Do you know where the monster high dolls are?!?" A woman voice yelled upstairs. Miguel gave you a quick peck on the lips and a wink.

"What is it this time?" Miguel's voice responded back to her. "Gabi forgot her stupid toys..anyways just tell me where they are. She won't stop crying and I need her to shut up."

Miguel refused to give into his emotions and snap back at her so he gave off a small response to her.

"They're in the hidden basket under her bed, the lock is in the bedstand drawer." He answered, looking back at you tip toeing to the door.

You sent yourself off by going back home quietly and hurriedly.

Miguel was once again incredibly frustrated for the intrusion.

A/N: it's 12:31 am rn, gonna have the best sleep ever. I finally finished it! Leave any feedback, always room for improvement, thank you guys!! (Sorry for the ending once more 😭😓, I promise to make part 4 hella dirty and long)

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[scoobysnakz]

heyy girl i think if u haven’t what abt u write a dbf miguel x reader ik i see so many but theyre so gd to read they get me so invested every time🤷🏽‍♀️

summary: you’ve just come home from college for christmas but there’s a stranger in your bedroom

a/n: dbf as in dads best friend or dad boy friend? 😭 i’d do either but for this i’ll do dads best friend bc… yh. also tysm for the request it means sm 😚😚😚 also I guess this is a fic now? Bc I kinda hate one shots bci can never cut down on lore and stuff.

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You hadn’t realised how easily college had managed to seep its way into every aspect of your life, pulling you away from both your family and social life, until you came home for Christmas.

Everyone looks so different, your mum is more colourful and chirpy, your father is healthier and your brother is surprisingly mature. But what takes you most by surprise is the lack of silence that has taken them by storm. When you had come home for the summer most of your stay had been filled with an uncomfortable but unfortunately familiar silence following you around but now, you can’t shut them up.

The entirety of the drive home from the train station is full of chatter, and for once they include you. They seem so genuinely invested about you that you don't even question the randomness of their questions, ranging from the journey home and the local shops that surround your campus.

“I heard that there's one of those pretentious, hipster coffee places nearby,” your dad claims from the driver's seat, not bothering to look around at you.

“Vegan?” you offer dryly, unsure of it he knows you work there or not.

“That's it!” he clicks proudly, resulting in both you and your brother sharing a sigh.

Part of you hopes that it’s because of you; that maybe they realised how much they loved you while you were gone and now feel overjoyed at your return. There’s a feeling of doubt floating around in your mind, telling you that this is just a random occurrence, but you push it to the side, wanting to focus on the positive and unrealistic.

***

Your brother helps you lug your suitcase into the house claiming, ‘It’s the least I can do’ which is surreal coming from someone who hasn’t written to you the entirety of your time away. You hand him your antler clifton all the same, glad you didn't have to carry it across the drive as well as up the stairs.

The warmth from the house welcomes you in, the softness of the heated air a stark difference from the harsh bitterness from outside. The sweet smell of cinnamon and gingerbread candles lures you in so soothingly that you don't even notice the extra pair of shoes neatly paired together with the rest by the front door.

“I'll leave it here,” your brother mutters before sliding across the floorboards towards the living room on the heels of his feet- not as mature as you presumed. You smile half-heartedly with a small nod, jealous of how easily he can dismiss himself.

And suddenly you’re alone again, left to your own devices as your parents go start dinner and your brother now yelling into his mic from the living room. It hurts slightly, moments ago they were all over you, so invested in you and your life that you forgot what they're truly like. It's the way it always been and you're a fool for thinking otherwise.

You scold yourself for being so naive as to believe that they'd changed, that they weren't as self-absorbed as they used to be, before pulling yourself away from your sea of negative thoughts.

You stare at your suitcase, bright white light shining on it from the lamp hanging above your head, and decide to leave it there, too tired to carry it upstairs to your room.

The steps creak under your weight as you slouch up the stairs, one hand idly dragging across the chipped bannister. You can't count how many times your dad’s tried to repaint it, how much money he's spent on overpriced glosses and varnishes, how many hours he's spent sanding the thing down.

As you cross the landing, thick carpet dampening the sound of your steps, you the bathroom door left ajar and the soft heat emanating from it. Which is… weird because both your parents and your brother are downstairs. But you shrug it off, too fed up to care, and drag yourself over to your bedroom, head drooping downwards with fatigue.

Casually, you push your door open, expecting the room to be empty and your bed freshly made as it often is when you come home for the holidays. Except it isn't.

Soft jazz music hums throughout the room, playing from a speaker you can't quite place, and the smell of an intoxicatingly strong aftershave clings to the air. Your walls are still decorated with the wallpaper you had when you left but it's covered in various posters. Some are boring and presumably scientific based on the array of symbols, whereas others are insanely niche but you don't really put too much effort into trying to understand them- you're too distracted by the man standing in the middle of your room, half naked and dripping with water.

He's tall, intimidatingly so, but the soft dimples that form in his cheeks as he smiles down at you soothe your nerves- slightly.

“Hey,” he grins down at you, head now cocked to the side and pats his ear causing water droplets to drip onto your carpeted floor.

You blink at him, completely dumbstruck and unsure of what to do. “What the fuck?” you breathe shakily, palms clamming up as your brain desperately flickers between arousal and fear.

The man’s brow furrows at your anxious tone and his smile falters slightly. “I think I should be the one cursing here,” he jests, tone annoyingly light, “you’ve just walked into my room without knocking or anything.”

“You're room?” you scoff, arms folding across your chest. “You're the stranger here, not me.”

He grins at your attitude, those dimples presenting themselves again. “I’m offended, has it been that long since you've last seen me?” he questions, large hand splayed across his chest feigning offence.

You pause for a moment and let your gaze scan him for a moment. He looks familiar, dark slicked back hair and mahogany eyes that are simultaneously scrutinizing and sympathetic.

“A la mierda, querida, have you really forgotten me?” he teases.

And then it clicks. You feel so embarrassed now, for not recognising him. Miguel, your dad’s best friend who you haven't seen for years, is finally visiting again.

He does look different now, though. He's still tall and his face is as chiselled as ever, though there are creases in his skin from when he's smiled too often or squinted too hard at the sun, but he's bulked up a considerable amount. His biceps look bigger than your thighs, tensing and relaxing with every slight movement and shining with the shower water in the yellow light of the evening sun. In fact, his entire body is covered in muscles, and what you can see of his lower half is toned, covered in dark tufts of hair, yes, but the curvature of each muscle is still visible.

He clears his throat and you realise that you’ve been staring longer than intended, shame burning hot on your neck.

“Sorry,” you mutter, “about not recognising you.”

He shrugs off your apology, which irks you slightly but you push past it, and smile once again. “I look different, old age is catching up on me.”

That's definitely what's different.

> next

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Miguel is so smart... ♡

He's like a walking search engine. With every question you have, he has a set in stone answer. He rolls his eyes at the random questions you ask just to try to stump him, but smirks and answers all the same.

"Mig, what's the capital of Hungary."

"Budapest... why?"

"Jus' wondering."

"Okay, sweetheart."

He's always willing to explain certain concepts to you, but he is NEVER condescending. Miguel will never put on a "baby voice" to talk out a problem with you. He doesn't treat you like a child. Miguel knows he's smart, but he's not an asshole about it. But, he does love it when you point it out.

"You're so good with numbers, Miggy. So smart for me, hm?"

He gently smiles as he's crunching numbers, figuring out what his budget should be for this month so he can save up for the diamond-plagued necklace he saw you ogling. He feels a sense of pride as you massage his shoulders, looking at the paper in front of him, kissing his cheek.

"Mhm... just for you, love."

Miguel is always the one who files your taxes and works out financial issues. He looks so good sitting at the kitchen table, glasses perched at the bridge of his nose, as he's rubbing his temples and bouncing his knee, while he's hunched over his laptop with papers neatly organized around him.

Miguel loves to watch documentaries at the end of a long day. He believes that media should be informational and purposeful. His favorites are history documentaries, though.

I just know this man knows everything about World War II. I just know it.

Once you two have kids, they always go to Miguel for help with homework. I can imagine him sitting in his chair, watching a documentary at 11:00pm. He's partially enjoying the film, eyes opening and closing as the day's work is finally seeping into his tired mind. Suddenly, as he opens his eyes, he sees his daughter standing in front of him with a binder, calculator, two pencils, and a sheepish smile across her face.

"Hola, papa. Can you pleeaassee help me with my homework... I only need help with science and math." She bites at her bottom lip, knowing she's about to get an earful about time management and being responsible. Miguel harshly sighs out, sits up in his chair, and slides his glasses onto his face.

"For the love of God." He rubs his eyes, gesturing for her to hand him the binder.

"Thank you..."

Miguel is always working on reading a huge book. He's a big biography fan. Instead of scrolling on his phone, he'll pick up his book, remembering what page he ended on without a bookmark.

One thing you've taught him, though, is emotional intelligence. How to be gentle and understanding; it was something he was never taught in school. He's so grateful that you were patient as he learned how to let down his strongly built emotional walls.

Book-smart and Life-smart.

My god, I love smart men... nothing more attractive than a man who knows what he's talking about.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[bibiwrld]

The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previous: –eight.

–nine.

KENEDI’S POV

Gabby’s soccer game was so fun. I was out of my seat the whole time, chanting her name along with Lorelai and Miguel. Her team won 3–0, which were all scored by her. I was so proud of her.

Miguel and Lorelai, flirted most of the game, well just Lorelai flirted. Miguel seemed rather annoyed, trying to keep his focus on the game.

Why did they even get divorced? They seem quite fine to me, but then again, what do I know?

But afterwards we all walked through the parking lot, Gabby hugging me and telling me she was so happy that I came.

Before I got into my car, Miguel came up to me.

“Hey.” He breathed out.

My eyes found his. “Hey.”

“You had any plans after this?” He asked, rubbing his knuckles.

“Yes, I was headed home to take a long nap.” I replied. “Pretty exhausted.”

The little light in his eyes seemed to go out., looking off into the distance. “Oh.”

My brows furrowed in concern. “Was there something you needed me to do?”

His eyes found mine once again. “We were gonna go for ice cream and maybe you could come over and stay for a while, but I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your sleep.”

I smiled brightly, admiring his cute he was.

“Miiigggguuueeeelllll!” Lorelai’s voice sang.

Miguel exhaled in annoyance.

I laughed. “You should get to your ex wife.”

The expression on his face was one that I’ve never seen before, it was expressionless, but spoke so many volumes. “Please, don’t call her that. It’s Lorelai.”

Did I overstep? Is he offended?

“Oh I..sorry.” I grew embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just hate being reminded is all.” He cleared things up. “Just Lorelai is fine.”

I opened my car door, nodding in response. “I understand, I’m sorry.” I sat in the driver’s seat, gazing up at him.

He leaned into the space between my car door, his arms resting on top, looking at me intensely. “Text me when you wake up?”

“Of course.” I flashed a smile.

🎀

Before succumbing to this exhaustion, I began taking out my braids. I texted Mommy to come over and help me if she could, then I fell asleep. The sounds of her knocking woke me up, she came in like a knight in shining armor to help me with my hair. I helped as much as I could, but the weariness in my body took over and put me to sleep once again.

I woke up on the floor, with a blanket over me and Mommy was gone. She cleaned up all the hair and everything. I shot her a thank you text, and went into the bathroom to see all the braids were out, and my hair was pulled into a large puff.

Going into the kitchen, rubbing my stomach from hunger, I scanned my fridge and realized that I needed to go grocery shopping.

I sighed, going into my room to grab my Hello Kitty tote bag with all my necessities. I typed on my phone while walking out the door.

Me

Woke up a little while ago😊

Well..I was in and out of sleep, but I’m finally up. Mom came over to help me take my braids out. About to go grocery shopping <3

How was the ice cream?

In a matter of seconds, my phone vibrated in my hands while walking down the stairs of my apartment building. I bit my lip with a smile, knowing it was Miguel.

Miguel

Grocery shopping this late? Please be careful.

Ice cream was great, I got rocky road, Gabby got strawberry shortcake. Lorelai was talking as always, I really wish you could’ve came😕

What style were you planning to do next?

Finally in my car, giggling to myself at his texts, I typed back a few replies.

Me

Yes ofc. We’ll get ice cream together soon.

I haven’t decided on a style yet.

I started my car and reversed out the parking lot and drove to my destination.

Strolling down the aisle slowly, I grabbed white bread, then scanned my phone for the grocery list.

“Kenedi?”

I looked up from my phone to see a guy with brown shoulder length locs. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Smiling shyly with furrowed brows, I answered. “Uh, hi?”

He smiled. “You might not remember me, I’m Croy from high school.”

I still didn’t know who he was. “Sorry, I don’t seem to remember.”

He let out an embarrassed laugh. “Damn, uh..” He scratched the back of his head. “I’m Trent’s best friend, was always with him, but you were too into Trent to really notice me.”

Then it clicked. He was the guy with the short, curly hair who would always hang out with Trent, my old crush.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” I apologized, laughing at my horrible memory. “It’s nice to see you, how have you been?”

He smiled brightly at me. “It’s very… very nice to see you, I’ve been good, just graduated.” He got closer to my shopping cart. “How about you?”

“Oh congratulations.” I beamed. “I graduated a few months ago, I’m a secretary/assistant, but I do baby sitting on the side.”

“Oh that’s cool. You should come to Trent’s birthday party next weekend.”

I slightly tilted my head. “I don’t know, Trent probably doesn’t remember me—”

He put his hand on my shopping cart, swiveling it playfully. “You still like him.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh no no, trust me I don’t.”

“So come.” He frowned, then dug into his pocket. “I’m the one inviting you, lots of people will be there, Trent doesn’t even know half of them, it’s fine.” He handed me his phone. “We should catch up, it’s okay for me to have your number?”

I took it, quickly typing my number in. “Yes, it’s totally fine.”

After that interaction, we said our goodbyes and I continued my grocery shopping that I was almost done with. I picked up the strawberries, thinking of the delicious shortcake I could make for Miguel and Gabby.

My phone began blaring in my bag.

Miguel’s name made me smile and answer quickly.

“Hey Miguel.” I greeted sweetly with a smile on my face.

“Hi Kenedi, you didn’t text back and I got a bit worried, it’s so stupid.” He grumbled over the phone.

Worried about me? This man kept getting cuter and cuter.

I pushed my shopping cart to self check out with one hand very slowly. “No it’s not. I’m sorry, I bumped into someone from high school, but I’m going to leave the grocery store in a minute.”

I scanned my items and bagged them.

He sighed, almost as if he was at ease. “Okay that’s nice. You didn’t forget our date tomorrow, right?”

I paused my actions, smiling shyly like a kid. “O-of course not, I’m very excited.”

“Me too.” He admitted.

“Can you stay on the phone until I get home?”

“Of course.”

🕷️

Next part: –ten.

[unipacas]

please will you spare some spiderdads 🥺🤲

HELL YEAH HERE U GO ANON!!! girldads (:

[yanderestarangel]

Hear me out—

Dad body Miguel.

TW: SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT,DILF,PRAISE.

art credits:_Insomniac_RED_ on twitter ( X )

Thinking about DAD BODY MIGUEL makes me feel feral, his voluptuous and soft belly along with some muscles covered by the softness of his skin. He could really walk around shirtless, with some stretch marks on his belly, arms and back from time to time and some hairs could be seen in the middle of his belly matching the scruffy beard on his face. He is a peaceful man towards you and bad tempered towards others.

── Maybe he's your DILF neighbor, tired single dad, obsessed with you.

You can feel his soft belly hitting your ass with every thrust he gives you as he fucks you doggy style, the happy path of hair leading up to his thick, slender cock tickled your sensitive skin while the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix ─ his scruffy beard rubbed against your skin as he pulled your hair and gave you a clumsy kiss each of his scars glowed from the sweat on his body; you could see the growing gray hair on his arms, chest and even the hair on his head.

He would just shower soft praise on you as he slid his dick with minimal force, turning you to look directly into his eyes. "Eres tan bueno conmigo... apretándome tan fuerte. Keep it up pretty boy, I want to make you squirt for me."

You feel his hot cum leak from his tip as the friction of his soft skin touches yours with each movement ── Miguel uses his thick fingers to stimulate your clit even more, watching you squirt on his belly and dick, making him laugh and look at you satisfied and tired.

"Can you give your old man a break here? I really promise to fill you up later..."

[skiplo-wave]

Yup that’s him officer, my babygirl

[127rkives]

mind stuck on dilf!miguel being hung up on his daughter’s babysitter. :( 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

she’s such a natural caretaker and treats his little girl with such immense love as if she was hers which is more than her actual mother ever did. and miguel knows it may seem creepy, but sometimes he leaves his office and swings by, dangling in front of his own windows just so he can catch a glimpse of you feeding his toddler, playing with her for enrichment, laying her down for a nap. it becomes such a habit that even peter is left confused, bc if miguel’s not in his office at midnight wearing himself thin at the expense of the multiverse, what could he possibly be doing? 

simple answer: he’s standing locked in his office bathroom with his hand wrapped around his cock after just coming back from watching you read bedtime stories and tuck in his little girl. and it’s all miguel has in him to dig his fangs into his bottom lip for the sake of muffling his groans and airy whimpers as his cum spills from his angry, red tip at the thought of knocking up the precious babysitter back in his apartment. 

[cultofthorns]

🥹 spiderdads yaoi got me

[scoobysnakz]

Older

ii

i know this doesn’t hit as hard as the first part. i genuinely wanted this to be a one shot so i had no ideas on how to continue this. there’s like no plot so i sincerely apologise if this is complete shit 😭

Miguel basks in the warmth that is you, plush thighs trembling and innocent eyes watery. Every soft whimper, every delicate mewl of his name sends a heat that's almost comforting down his spine and drips into his core like a sickly sweet mixture of syrup and addiction.

You look so pretty like this, he might just keep you here, his princessa, a beautiful girl who deserves to be kissed and held by a man who can look after her.

He doesn't know how long he's had you like this, core aching with your nth climax and cunt clenching for more, but he loves it.

He's still teasing you, one finger curling up so that it can hit that spongey part that makes your eyes roll. It doesn't matter how many times you try to take control, hint at how badly you crave his cock, which you just know is huge, he insists on only fingering you. With one finger.

“So fucking tight,” he praises as you cum for what must be the millionth time, “can't ruin your perfect pussy with my cock. Lemme spoil you, hmm?”

And you nod, try to anyway, your body weak and brain melted. You can't count how many times he's made you cum, your poor, overstimulated clit weeping tears of arousal and jaw hanging slack.

A soft thumb comes up to your chin and wipes away the sticky trail of saliva that leads down to your jaw as he tuts his disapproving sympathy.

“Migs,” you finally manage, trembling lips grazing his neck as you flop down in fatigue, “I-I can't.”

Hearing your sweet, fatigued voice so close to his ear makes his cock stiffen. But he can't do anything about it, not when you're a twitching mess that can't sit up straight.

Carefully, Miguel sits you upright, calloused hand gently stroking your lower back in soothing circles. You whine at the emptiness that replaces his finger as he pulls it out with a slick squelch.

You pant heavy, tired, needy breaths that rasp in your mouth and puff in your chest. A weak smile finds its way onto your lips and Miguel swears his heart stops.

He hasn't even fucked you yet you look at him as if he's responsible for the moon pulling the tides.

“‘S okay, niña bonita,” he whispers, voice as soft as the look in his eyes.

With any other girl, he would have kept his finger in, giving her a second one and maybe pepper half-hearted kisses on her neck. But with you, knowing he can only go so far before you start hiccuping and holding back tears is almost just as erotic, if not more.

You let your body ease, thighs spread wide for him to see your pulsing cunt scarcely concealed by the loose, fraying threads of your suit that he's torn. He can smell your juices and it's taking all of his self-restraint not to flip you over and lap up your arousal from your aching folds.

You feel safe in his arms, safe enough to let your stomach relax instead of sucking in, safe enough to yawn while staring lazily at him, safe enough to let your eyes slowly flutter shut and a warm slumber creep up on you.

He peppers gentle kisses against your jugular, nipping at your delicate skin and savouring the soft mewls that escape your sleeping lips.

You look so angelic like this. Lashes meshed together and flutter with every small twitch. Your arms draped over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Cunt glistening with the orgasms he pulled from you.

Then you wake up, a soft yawn escaping you as you stretch your delicate arms, blissfully unaware of the fact your panties are ripped in half and Miguel’s fingers are sticky with your arousal. You bury your head further into his neck, eyes glued shut as your brain fights off fatigue and the urge to recollect the reason why you feel so lightheaded.

A large hand smooths your spine while a second one rests on your shoulder. You’re warm and tired, a combination that is dangerous in situations such as this. “Miggy.”

That one’s new. It's more teasing, sickly sweet and wrapped in the sugar dusting that's your voice. It's not as blunt, playful and innocent as ‘Migs’, something about it is more… intimate.

He lets it sit for a moment, not answering your call and toying with the way it settles in his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. After a few seconds he gives in, “Go to sleep, princessa,” he instructs, and you obey.

Something about the way you melt into him makes him smile. His entire life has been void of physical contact but as soon as you turned up he's had nothing but small hand squeezes, warm hugs and the feeling of soft skin against his as you lean against him.

And for that, he owes you everything. He's willing to do it, buy whatever, fix whatever, kill whoever. If it makes you happy then it makes him happy.

Miguel decides he likes this, being allowed to be so protective over you. No one is here to give him looks of disapproval and jealousy as you follow him around like a lost puppy. He can just hold you, imagine a life of spoiling you and coming home to you with open arms, ready and waiting for whatever he craves from you.

He can buy you all the clothes you gasp at as you walk down the street, peering through the reflective glass windows and trying to hide how badly you want it.

He can watch you give him a mini fashion show, parading the new frocks he's bought and twirl you round and round.

He can help you with your career, you're a smart woman and he doesn't want to take that from you. You deserve everything you've worked hard for.

He can hold you just as tightly as he is now but in his, no, your bed, your shared bed. And kiss your rosy cheeks, nuzzle into your neck, walk his fingers up and down the arch of your back.

You shift in his lap and his hips involuntarily buck up, something that makes his gut twist with guilt. He's reminded that you are clinging to him, trusting him after he's turned your brain into slush. And that he should make you a new suit.

Reluctantly, he stands up, you held close to his chest and your arms hanging limp. He knows he should take you home, leave you in your bed for your asshole roommates to find you and get woken up by your alarm. But he doesn't want to.

He takes you home, to his home. Where he can look after you.

This might be kidnapping but it wasn't exactly against your will, not when you were cumming all over his hand not long ago.

You mould into his apartment so easily that it's impossible for him to remind himself that you don't actually live here with him. The subtle smell of your body wash mingles with his floor cleaner and fabric softener, so, so perfectly, as if you've been there since he's moved in.

It's all come full circle. He's dreamt of this so many times and here you are, curled up on his sofa, a blanket draped over your sleeping form and head propped up by pillows.

He runs the backs of his fingers along your arm, smiling warmly as your arm jerks at the contact. The dim light from his lamp illuminates the contours of your features. It's an almost ethereal glow that highlights your beauty, your innocence.

That guilt finds its way back into his gut. The beautifully weak position you've pulled yourself into by default is painful for him to see. Part of him feels as though he's taken advantage of you, pulled too hard at your emotions, warped your young mind with his wicked ways.

Yes, you snuggled into him before but that's because you don't view him as someone to be feared. But he is.

The sacred being that is your intricate soul chose him to follow around and regard as a role model and he's taken advantage of that. A sick, twisted part of his loves that.

That corrupt and messed up part of him wants you to worship the ground he walks on, wants you to feel like nothing without his praise, wants to be so toxicly possessive over you that it drives his morals over the edge. He wants to fuck you good and rough, pull tears from your rolling eyes and needy moans from your stuttering lips.

Before, when you sauntered in with his lunch and that incandescent smile on your face, he didn't expect it would end up like this- admitting his most perverted desires.

You fuck with his mind in ways someone your age shouldn't. You make him crave the most horrific things, drive him to an insanity he never knew existed, and create dirtied thoughts that make his skin crawl and cock harden.

Sighing, he pulls himself off of his sofa and slumps down on the floor next to it. Maybe when you wake up you'll panic, not knowing your surroundings but instantly calm down when you smell his heavy Cologne. Or maybe you'll hit the roof. Either way, he wants to be near you so he can experience each and every one of your emotions.

Careful not to wake you, he leans up and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your scent fills his nostrils and he has to force himself off of you.

“Qué duermas bien, Princesa.”

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[sillysillygoofygoose]

Musician Dilf Miguel O'hara x Reader HCs

MDNI!! (Large age gape, thinking of making a nsfw part two!!) I have not been able to get this out of my head 😩 I have so much to say, so let's begin! He's very soft in this one <3

Musician Dilf Miguel, who started his career MUCH later than others in the industry. After years of sorting out a very messy divorce, he realized that even though he's just broken the barrier between 39 and 40, he has too much life left to live it unhappily. He began writing songs, poems, and relearning the guitar.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who got a small gig on Friday nights, singing at a cafe you work at. You can't help but become entranced by the older man, distracted every Friday while attempting to pay off at least a bit of your student debt.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who despite his strong build and serious demeanor, sings melancholic and slow songs. He strums away at a mahogany acoustic guitar, his voice singing softly into the shoddy microphone, smooth like honey. His cheeks are flushed slightly from the strong heating in the small perimeters of the cafe. He pours out his most painful and private emotions, thick fingers creating a delicate melody under his meaningful lyrics.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who begins keeping you company every week while you close up the shop. You caught his eye just as quickly as he caught yours. Sometimes, it feels like he's singing to you. He can't help it, once his eyes meet yours, he just can't break it. The two of you quickly click, making conversation as you wipe down the counters. Miguel always insists on helping, and you always insist on saying no.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who you started seeing romantically a couple of months after his first gig. He's never met someone that makes him feel the way you do (not even his ex-wife 😬). One Tuesday evening, just before closing, you hear a small bell as the door opens. You huff, rolling your eyes at the person who ignored the CLOSED sign displayed in the window, "I'm sorry, we're 10 minutes from closing-" As you turn to look at the unwanted customer, your eyes quickly light up as you see an almost shy Miguel, hiding half of his blushing face with a huge bouquet of deep red flowers, his prominent cheeks matching the tint. You walk over to him, wiping your busy hands on the apron tied around your hips. "What's all this for?" You ask as he extends his strong arms pushing the flowers to your chest. "Dinner?" Was the only thing he could mutter out. It's hard to believe this is the same man who pours his heart out on stage.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who you encouraged to quit his dead-end office job after being offered a contract. He spent months hopping around different bars and cafes taking advantage of open mic nights. He's not the type to take risks though. The thought of a music career flopping after quitting his steady job made him sick to his stomach. You were the one to push him to follow his dreams. "Do what you think will make your heart happy. I'll be here no matter what happens."

No one has ever said that to him before.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who quickly BLOWS UP. He released his debut album after signing with a label, unsure if it was the right move. However, his doubts were soon soothed after he grew a massive fan base. You tease him after his debut album sold a whopping 3 million copies, telling him you knew he could do it.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who can't stand anything that has to do with publicity, but damn is he good at it. Advertisements, photoshoots, interviews, you name it, he's incredible. Miguel is as charming as ever in interviews, making viewers at home swoon and rush to stream his latest song. Although he hates to admit it, he was born for this.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who writes most of his songs about you. Despite the millions of fan-girls, or the pretty celebrities he's surrounded by at events, the only girl he has eyes for is you. A love song he wrote for your 1 year anniversary became one of his most popular, charting almost immediately. Comments ranged from melody lovers, to desperate, feral fan-girls.

"I need the tabs for the guitar part at 2:37"

"Use the like button as here before 50 million"

"Find yourself a man like this 🥺"

"I'm 68 years old this year. Haven't heard music like this in a long time. He must really love that girl... reminds me of my late wife 👍"

"He's such a dilf 😩😩I need this man RELIGIOUSLY. I want to wear his skin."

It's safe to say he's quite popular.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who loves to show you off, slinging his arm around your shoulder when he spots a paparazzi. You're favorite new pass time is looking at news articles, laughing at the ridiculous nature of them all.

"Who is y/n l/n? Everything we know about Miguel O'hara's girlfriend."

"Fourty three and twenty five: The hottest celebrity age gaps"

"New it-girl alert! Y/N L/N, Miguel O'hara's girlfriend shows off stylish new nail trend in latest Instagram post."

"Y/N L/N shows off legs in new poolside pics... Click here to see photos!"

"Watch: Miguel O'hara gushes over girlfriend in latest interview, 'She's my muse'."

"Since the beginning: The unlikely and adorable love story of Miguel O'hara and Y/N L/N"

The press loves your relationship (for the most part). Sometimes, the attention is overwhelming, but it's almost always entertaining. Miguel constantly reassures you that if anything upsets you, he can easily take care of it.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who loves when you attend his concerts, eyes searching for yours in the sea of devoted fans. He has to actively stop himself from staring at you throughout the entirety of the show.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who tightly holds your hand as the winner of Album of the Year is about to be announced. He couldn't even focus on his nerves for half the night, too busy thinking about how beautiful you looked in your custom Chanel dress, but now it's all sinking in.

"And the Grammy goes to... 'Un Amor Más Fuerte Que Los Diamantes', Miguel O'hara!"

As applause explodes throughout the room, it's muffled out by the pure adrenaline coursing through you veins. The two of you jump out of your chairs and immediately, Miguel's arms are wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight. You hold him, quickly kissing him, before ushering him to get up on stage. His usual stoic expression is broken as he smiles bigger than ever. Miguel looks at you while making his speech, thanking you for believing in him and telling you that he loves you more than anything.

Musician Dilf Miguel, who took you engagement ring shopping the very next day.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[bibiwrld]

The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

★ Miguel O’Hara x soft black girl

★Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes I made.

—Synopsis: After Miguel’s messy divorce, he’s been stressed and could use the extra hand when taking care of 5 year old Gabriella.

–one.

THIRD PERSON POV

God, it was quite hot. Too hot for even Kenedi, as she’s spent countless summers in the Caribbean heat with her family.

Sitting in her apartment, windows wide open, letting in whatever cool breeze came through.

Kenedi was a sweet girl, never got into trouble. Kenedi was a kind girl, the kindest there could be.

A quiet—even shy girl, because of how softly she spoke or how she avoided eye contact. Her parents always thought that trait about her would make people run over her and take advantage of her. But Kenedi wasn’t naive, just a little soft is all.

She loved girly things, like pretty dresses and ribbons and bows— just like other girls do. After finishing school, she moved back home, close to her parents and got her own place. That was nearly 4 months ago.

She needed to cool down, the heat was almost unbearable. Lifting her body off her sofa, she went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

She dressed herself in a short, sleeveless, white ruffled dress, white cuffed socks and black maryjanes. She used a baby pink headband to push her braids back. She grabbed her favorite Hello Kitty tote bag and threw a few things in there.

As she applied a light coat of lipgloss, her phone rang.

“Mommy.”

“Beautiful daughter!” Her mother’s voice beamed with a thick Jamaican accent.

Kenedi grinned, dumping the lipgloss in her tote. “Gorgeous mother!”

Her mother trailed off with a laugh. “Are you still coming over for lunch? Me and your father miss you so much.”

She walked out of her room, then out of her apartment, locking the door of course. “I’m coming mommy, I miss you guys very much, I’ve just been a little busy at work is all.” Her voice was gentle.

“Okay, okay. Guess what?!”

She smiled at how fast her mother could switch the subject.

“New neighbors next door. A very large man and a little girl, no wife!”

“Handsome man!” Her Dad’s voice was heard in the background.

Now in her car, she connected her phone to the car’s Bluetooth.

“Oh my goodness.” She laughed to herself. “When did they move in?”

“3 weeks ago.” Her mom whispered.

“Why are you whispering?”

“They just got home, the little girl plays football, or soccer like you Americans say.” She sucked her teeth.

“Mom stop spying on them.” She laughed uncontrollably.

“I am not. They are just outside.”

“Okay mommy, I’m almost there.”

🎀

Miguel softly kicked the ball to Gabriella.

“And goal!” He cheered her on when she kicked the ball into the goal. He went on his knees with wide arms.

She hugged him and giggled. “Was that good Papá?

“Sí mija.” He ruffled her hair and stood to his feet.

Gabriella ran off, playing with her ball.

A car pulled into his neighbor’s driveway, Miguel has never seen the vehicle before.

Kenedi stepped out. Miguel couldn’t help but stare at the pure looking woman. She looked so soft, so gentle, so sweet.

He saw Gabby’s ball slowly roll towards the woman’s feet. Gabby ran over to her and the woman bent down with the ball in her hand, smiling so sweetly at his daughter.

“I’m so sorry, Gabby say sorry.” He made his way over.

Kenedi stood to her feet, glancing at Miguel, then looking away. “It’s okay, she did nothing wrong.” She put the ball in Gabby’s hands.

Her voice was even softer than she looked.

“Gracias.” She looked up at her Dad. “Ella es una princesa, Papá.”

Kenedi’s brows slightly knitted in confusion.

Miguel quickly cleared up the confusion. “She said you’re a princess.”

Her eyes lit up. “Aw, thank you, what’s your name?”

“Miguel O’Hara.” He answered almost immediately, before he realized she was talking to Gabriella. “Oh sorry.”

Kenedi laughed, glancing at Miguel, then back to Gabby.

“Gabriella, I’m five!” She smiled.

“I’m Kenedi and that’s such a big number!” Kenedi smiled back. “I have to get going, but it was nice meeting you Miguel and Gabriella.” 

Gabriella waved her off. Miguel stood there as if he was lost in some trance.

“Papá I’m hungry.” Gabby pulled at the leg of his pants.

He blinked, getting out of his trance and lifted Gabby into the air. She erupted in laughter.

“I’ll give you a bath and I’ll make your favorite pizza.” He walked towards his house with Gabby in his arms.

She pumped her little fists into the air.

🎀

Next part: –two.

[themisterhip]

ATSV CHARACTERS x MY STYLE!!♥️

[spdrvyn]

parched P2 — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( here's the part 2 that i mentioned in the last one !! this isn't explicit, however it is steamy, legally i shouldn't be writing explicit stuff anyway so sorry to the horny horny miguel fans out there. spoiler-free as usual ))

READ PART 1 HERE.

Whatever Miguel couldn't say in words, he'd express in actions.

He's always been like that, when you first met him, when you first started falling in love with him, when you first started dating him. Right now, it was when he was on top of you. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, kissing every inch of you.

You were well aware of the fact that he's lacked such a gentle, loving touch for most if not all of his life. After all, he didn't seem like the biggest sap when you two were only knew each other as acquaintances.

He kept to himself most of the time when he was with you, he didn't normally engage in it unless you initiated it first. A hand at his bicep, his shoulder, his cheek.

Oh, how badly he wanted to hide that he needed it. Needed you.

Slowly but surely, he started feeling comfortable laying more than a single finger on you. Whenever he walked you home, a hand at the small of your back. Wiping stray bits of food on your mouth whenever you ate lunch together. The little things, it drove you crazy.

Your chest swelled with pride at the thoght of how far he's come, letting his guard down around you.

Not forgetting that ever since he finished 'getting fixed up', he was all over you. Smothering you with kisses, letting you sink further and further into the sheets and pillows.

"Missed this, missed you so much, amor." He uttered, his hand tangled in your hair. Tugging on it occasionally to pull you closer and closer to him, as if you weren't already. "Don't even want to think about what it was like out there. Dios, se sentía como el infierno."

At this point, you had a hard time telling if something really bad happened at work or if this is just him being needy. However, you didn't want to pry. It was clear that he was enjoying himself.

Really enjoying himself from how, once again, you felt something sharp sink into the crook between your shoulder and neck. Wincing, you whine at him. He revels in it.

"Not even one hour has passed of coming home to me and you're already trying to leave a mark." You pout, as to which he responds with a wolfish grin. "Sorry, sorry. Just can't help it sometimes. You're delectable."

Fangs really weren't something that you thought that you'd be into. Not like you've really encountered anyone with fangs in your life, Miguel was the first one. The first time you cracked a joke with him, he laughed. You got a glimpse of the canines that peeked through his gums, yet it didn't terrify you. As shameful as he used to be of them when he revealed his occupation to you.

Now, it felt like he used them daily, on you to be more specific. Like you were a staple and he was a stapler remover, which was silly but an accurate description of what it was like.

As he normally does, he decides to rub it in.

"But at the same time, don't act like you don't enjoy them. I can basically see the look on your face whenever I leave one. On your neck."

He punctured the skin, a little to draw blood. Which made you gasp, moving to scold him until he holds your arm down. Cutting you off.

"Your shoulder."

He moves down, kissing you as he does so. Before he bites down again, a little harder. Rougher this time.

"Your thighs."

The thumping of your heart is drumming in your ears as he hooks your thighs over his shoulders, massaging the soft flesh with his fingers before leaving two very prominent bite marks on them now.

He licks the blood clean off of his lips, coming back up to you with a smirk. His thumb caresses your chin as you stare at him. "Ah, that face. That's the one I'm talking about, mi vida."

You still have no idea what he's saying, before you could even delve deeper into it. He captures your lips with a soft chuckle.

Guess you'll never know.

[cupcakeinat0r]

Oh, y’all, this brat tamer fic boutta be reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll detailed.