What Do We Think Abt The Silly

what do we think abt the silly

OK BUT OSITO AS A NICKNAME FOR MIGUEL IS SO FITTING

With you (Dad Bod! Miguel O'hara x GN! reader)

Pairing: Dad Bod! Miguel O'hara x GN! reader

Warnings: Mentions of body insecurity, swearing, slight innuendos/suggestive content (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: You and your beautiful boyfriend enjoy a rare lazy morning together

Soft golden rays of sunlight flowed through the curtains of the bedroom that you and Miguel shared, bathing everything in a warm yellow glow. It was sometime in the mid-afternoon, and the two of you were still sleeping peacefully, relishing in the warmth of your shared bed.

Miguel had gotten in late last night, finally having come home from a mission that had kept him away from you for three painfully long days. The first thing he had done when he had come in was clear his schedule for the entirety of today. The second thing he had done was crawled into bed next to you and passed out, clearly exhausted.

On rare days like this, you'd typically spend the better part of the morning just laying in each other's arms, enjoying a moment of lazy bliss before being forced to get up to deal with all the tasks of the day. However, today that two of you had planned to do absolutely nothing at all.

You were currently curled up next to Miguel, your face nuzzled perfectly against his soft and hairy chest while your arms and legs were draped over him. You clung to him almost like a koala, his soft, plush body functioning as the world's most comfortable pillow.

The only sound to be heard in the house, was that of Miguel's soft snoring. A sound that had become comforting to you in the time that you'd been with him.

Your eyes fluttered open first, greeted by the sight of Miguel's sleeping face, peaceful and serene. You couldn't help but smile at the way his messy hair framed his forehead, gently brushing a strand away. He stirred at your touch, his own eyes sleepily blinking open to meet yours, a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

"Buenos días, hermosa." he murmured softly, his voice husky with sleep. "How did you sleep?" He asked, bringing a hand up to rub your back tenderly.

"Wonderfully... And you?" You responded with a content sigh, enjoying the way his fingers messaged your back in gentle strokes.

"Mhm... Better than I have in days." He chuckled, pulling you closer, if that was even possible. "Missed being able to hold you, baby." He murmured, leaning forward and pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the plush feeling of his lips. The kiss was short, but full of passion nonetheless, and when you pulled away you couldn't help miss the warmth it provided.

"I missed being able to hold you too, mi osito." You responded, adjusting your head to gaze up at him adoringly through half-lidded eyes, your hand gently kneading at his left pec in a fashion similar to a cat.

He chuckled at the nickname, his cheeks flushing slightly. Since dating you, he had started taking better care of himself, and in the process had gained a bit of relationship weight.

When he had first noticed the weight he'd gained, and the way his muscles had become less defined, he'd been worried that you might find him less attractive. However, you had simply gushed over him instead, assuring him that you loved every inch of him and that if anything, you found him more attractive.

Now, with the help of your constant praise, he was a bit more confident about his body. He would often go shirtless around the house, his belly slightly spilling over the top of the grey sweats he usually wore. He could never really get over the way you'd look at him when he did, always pleasantly surprised by the way your eyes would widen desire and adoration.

He sighed softly, his fingers continuing to glide across your back in soothing circles as he returned your loving gaze. He admired the way that the sunlight seemed to sparkle in your gorgeous eyes, and the way it bathed the rest of your body in an almost ethereal glow.

You were so picturesque in moments like these, he would sometimes question how someone as perfect as you could exist. He wished he could delight in the beauty of these moments forever. The way you looked at him as if there was no one you'd rather see, the way your scent flooded his every last one of his senses, the way your body melded perfectly to fit in his arms... He put every last detail to memory, capturing them in a way that cameras never could.

When he was with you, nothing else seemed to matter.

"I love you so much, y'know that baby?" He murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, adoring the way your eyes fluttered in response.

"I do... And I love you more, Migs." You responded after a moment. You'd been so caught up in admiring him, and the way his soft curls were framing his face, you almost hadn't heard him.

"That's impossible, mi vida." He responded softly, turning so that he was on his side to face you a bit better, practically trapping you under the weight of his arm and leg as they slid over you in the process. Not that you would complain one bit, the soft hair that covered his body made it feel like you were being snuggled by the world's biggest teddy bear.

"I disagree." You chuckled. "But, I'm too tired to get into a 'I love you more' fight right now, so let's just say we're evenly matched, yeah?"

He let out a chuckle of his own. "Fine, fine. Whatever makes you happy, baby." He smirked, amused. "I'll just have to prove my love for you in other ways later." He teased in a low, sensual tone.

"You are such a perv." You laughed, lightly smacking him in the arm in response. Though, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips, nor the blush that dusted your cheeks.

"I was talking about making you breakfast, you're the one with the perverted thoughts, mi vida." He responded innocently, chuckling once more.

"Oh I'm sure you were." You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his feigned innocence and continuing to smile despite yourself.

"I was, truly." He defended with a smirk, his hand moving to push a stray hair from your face. "You just always assume the worst of me." He Tsk'd softly.

"Mhm, sure." You responded, before turning and nuzzling your face back into his chest. "Because you always have the only the best and purest of intentions." You murmured sarcastically.

"Yes, I do. In fact, to prove it, I'll get up and go start breakfast right now, how does that sound?" He said, teasingly beginning to slide away from you.

"No. Absolutely not." You objected, latching onto his warmth and keeping his arm around you.

"Oh? And why not?" He asked, amusement laced in his tone as he gazed down at you lovingly.

"Because this is one of the first mornings we've been able to spend together in months, and we're going to savor every moment that we possibly can in this bed before we get up." You responded, your tone playfully stern. "Breakfast can wait, I'd much rather get to spend at least a few more minutes in your arms... Hell, even after breakfast I may drag your beautiful ass back here."

He chuckled before sighing in contentment, softly snuggling back into place beside you. "Hmm... Well, I guess I can't disagree with that reasoning, mi vida." He says giving you another gentle, yet short and sloppy kiss. "What better way to spend the day than to lay in bed with you?"

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Beautiful dividers by @across-the-art-verse

Hey Miguel Nation, we still alive?

*throws these and runs*

How i animate eyes! (i always use 8fps!)

Aph and Miguel as Asgore And Toriel

ONCE AGAIN YOUR GIRL IS LATE LMAO

Made a fanart of Miguel and Aph for the 9th Anniversary for Undertale which is one of my favorite games and got me into story based and choice games, aka my favorite type

Yes, I know Toriel and Asgore are not together in Undertale (Atleast not anymore) but Aph and Miguel fit them too much not to draw them as those two :3

Originally was gonna make the little ears white like both Toriel and Asgore but decided that it was better to match their hair.

Also I'm so fucking sad that I had to erase Miguel's and Aph's bodies because of the cape and dress it looked so good I even saved the sketch in another canvas.