Smile, Youre On Camera! Ft. Dbf!miguel

“smile, you’re on camera!” — ft. dbf!miguel

you and your dad’s best friend miguel always make sure to have private sex without a trace, and most importantly that nobody can ever find out about, but this time he decided it’s time to make a memory of it.

miguel got the nasty urge to do this ever since he found his old panasonic camcorder from his college days stuffed in one of his old boxes in his garage. at first he was hesitant to ask you, worried that it would weird you out or make you uncomfortable. when he finally brought it up and asked you out of spite, how could you say no? he knows how whipped you are for him, and the fact that he even suggested such a thing made you flustered.

now, he’s got you on his bed. face into the pillow and your ass up as he thrusts in and out of you, holding the camcorder in his hand filming as his other hand grabs onto your hip for stability. “shittt baby, look at you” miguel hissed. mewls and skin slapping filling the room.

“takin’ me so so good mama, you love my cock hm?” he murmurs, twitching inside of you at your noises. “y-yes, yes” you whimper. “it’s all yours baby, it’s all yours” he coos, spanking your ass, making you squirm. “look at the camera, pretty” he orders. you turn your head around shyly, looking at the lens through your fluttery wet eyelashes. he grabs your chin softly as he forces you to make eye contact with him as he continues fucking you. he sticks his thumb in your mouth for a couple seconds, as you shamelessly suck on it. he could come just from your expression. “que sucia es mi nena, mira como te pongo” he chuckles, slipping his finger out of your mouth as he reaches down to kiss your cheek.

he flips the camera around towards your face. he wraps his arm around your neck slightly, both of you in the frame as his face leans against yours. he looks at you as your eyes are barely open, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed. seeing his girl all fucked out for him made his dick throbs at sight. “que bella eres chiquita, me encanta tu carita” he whispers, kissing your cheek as he gives a couple glances to the camera. “abrí eso ojitos muñeca” he mutters, looking at you as your half lidded eyes open. for a second you both of you look into the lens, he grins imagining how nasty you guys probably look through the screen.

he leans back up again and palms your ass. your noises get louder and louder, indicating that you were close. “miguel, mig please” you cry as you reach your hand out to hold onto his arm, desperate for him to go faster. his primal instinct kicks in all of a sudden as he pins both of your wrists to your back using his massive hand. he thrusts harder at a rapid pace into you as you squeal and cry out his name like a prayer. “mhmm like this? who’s making you feel this good hm? tell me” he demands, as the camera movements get shakier and shakier. “mmph y-you” you mutter quietly. “louder for the camera baby” he teases. “you, miguel. you make me feel s’ good” you whine, “i’m gonna cum” you squeal as your drool and tears soak up into the sheets.

“fuckkk, let’s cum together baby, i got you” he groans, almost forgetting that he’s still filming. at this point, the camera can’t even pick up a clear image of the beautiful sight infront of him, but he’s so lost in the moment that he doesn’t care about anything except making you cum. his hand grips onto you, balls deep inside of you as you both reach your climax. his cock twitches as he shoots his warm cum inside you, as you cum all over his cock. you feel yourself pulse around him as your juices pool down at his base. “shit” he hisses, his cock sliding out of you. he lowers the camera to your fluttering pussy as cum leaks out of you. “so pretty” he whispers, fingering it back into you. he presses a button and closes the camera, placing it down on the mattress. he rests his body on top of yours breathlessly. he smiles against your skin as he nibbles and plants kisses at your neck.

“did so good f’me, how about next time you’re the camera woman hm?”

stretch marks

if you saw my post it got my brain buzzing; in which miguel feels insecure, and reader sympathizes with him

Miguel was standing in the hallway that was right before your bedroom, standing in-front of the mirror that you both had walked past countless times. He was holding himself, and he was shirtless, intently examining himself. He was zeroed in on the scars, and the occasional freckle that resided on his body. He was more curious about the lighter colored parts of him, that stretched out a bit more than they should. The little small jagged lines he had on his sides and inner thighs, the ones he had gotten from his abrupt change. He never paid much attention to them, until now.

You were in the other room, out watering the couple plants you had out sitting on your thick white windowsill. The sun shined in, and it felt good on your face. You didn’t want to move for a moment so you just let your face somewhat marinate in the sunlight for a couple of seconds with your eyes closed, watering can in hand, as you were the plant for a moment.

You snapped back into reality when you heard your name being called, Miguel wanted you for some reason. So you sat down your plastic watering can out of the way, (so neither of you would kick it,) and off you went to see him. He can hear your quick footsteps and the creak of your hardwood floors, recently glazed, and extra shiny. Walnut never looked so smooth.

Your eyebrows raise at the sight of him, it always startled you when he was shirtless, and it affected you everytime. He seems to not take notice of your fluster this time around. He holds himself with a sheepish look on his face, he looks.. puzzled.

“Miguel? Yeah? You good?” You’re up close and personal, trying not to pull him into a hug, so you just choose to stand close by, waiting for a reaction.

He sighs loudly and looks at his arm for a moment before looking into your eyes. He seemed almost embarrassed. More boyish than normal.

“I, um- I’m having a problem.” His brows knit together, and his forehead creases together.

“Yeah? What kind of problem?” You rise on your feet, sitting your hands on your hips with a curious look on your face.

“I ah.. can you just look at these.. for a moment?” You’re both still in-front of the mirror, so your eyes direct to the mirror where the two of you are. You move out of the way so he can fit in the mirror more, his imposing front taking up a good chunk of the mirror.

“What is this? Is there a name for these?” You watch as a big finger points at his sides, where his sweatpants hang low. You can see lighter colored stretch marks on him, surrounded by the occasional freckle or old scar. You feel an intense want to touch and hold his slim waist.

You feel your hands naturally gravitate towards him as you look up at him, a curious grin on you. A look he is all too familiar with.

“Can I touch you? They’re called stretch marks. They’re normal. Lots of people have them, heck I have them. Some people call them beauty marks.. and I see them like that.” You answer, quickly, feeling a little bad he was focusing on something you quite liked on him. You stop yourself before you actually touch him and he nods at you, finding it endearing you want to immediately smooth your hands over at the sight of him.

“Can I get rid of them?” He asked out loud, uncharacteristically quiet. A small tinge of vulnerability in his voice. Your eyes snap up at him, sitting your hands on his waist lightly. You had these thoughts before, quite similar ones. Bodies were weird.

“Why? I mean.. with a bit of cocoa butter and loving hands maybe.. but they’re normal. They’re just apart of you.” You answer fast, gently smoothing your thumbs on him, it makes him sigh.

“I just thought they were weird. I never even noticed them until now.” He stared at his face for a moment in the mirror and his eyes trail down at the person in-front of him, you.

“Ah.. They’re not weird.” You move closer to him, now fully gripping his sides. You have a flirty smile on your face.

“I think they’re quite cute, actually.” He’s looking at you now, feeling his body buzz in delight at your words.

“You think they’re cute.” He repeats out loud, feeling himself smile a bit. He holds you back now, a softer look, the worry was seemingly gone at the drop of a hat.

“I think they’re cute.” You repeat, nodding. You were firm.

He snorts a little, and his face scrunched into a smile. He hadn’t smiled this frequently in a while. Your pride feels tickled at his pleasant reaction.

“Well.. I think you’re cute.” He brings you close until you’re both hugging, and he’s so warm, you can feel his body heat transfer to you.

“You do?” You tease back, rubbing your fingers up and down his waist, where he had been staring at the hardest, earlier.

“I do.” He answers, and he leans down so he can kiss you, a light one where you can still feel the ghost of his lips on yours. He’s already pulled away smiling, but you want more.

“Come back here.” Your hands stretch out and reach for his face, cupping it.

His eyebrows raise in surprise and he can feel himself blush. Too bad Lyla was dormant, otherwise she would have taken that picture.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He answers and you lean up closer, keeping his lips on yours much longer than he expected- but welcomed, and all of a sudden his hands have wandered down lower, sitting on your lower back, lightly holding you there.

“Right. I have you in my trap.” You laugh, and he does, too. Knowing that you have your fingers wrapped around him. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. Now when he’s look in the mirror, he hears your voice lecturing him on the sweetness of stretch marks.

◦•●◉✿ spot the difference ✿◉●•◦

🌲 — fluff

🍄‍🟫 — smut

🦇 — angst (?)

miguel o’hara 🕷️

ONE-SHOTS/REQUESTS.

don't push it | 🍄‍🟫 (Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader)

word count: +1.6k words

content warning: switch!Miguel, a bit of praise, size kink, cunnilingus (f!recieving), humping, breeding kink, unprotective p in v sex, (OOC MIGUEL)

summary: after Miguel gets a haircut and gets something new, you decide to see if you can still get a good grip on him.

scratches | 🌲 (Miguel O’Hara x GN! Reader)

word count: 837 words

content warning: none

summary: your mans loves some back scratches

putting the flames out | 🌲🍄‍🟫 (firefighter! Miguel O’Hara x chubby! fem! Reader)

word count: <1.0k words

content warning: mean? dom! Miguel, words of affirmation, size difference, OOC MIGUEL

summary: after being hired in station 29 and dealing with the fires in Nueva York, Miguel experiences soft and sweet love after saving someone from a burning building.

mini christmas drabble | 🍄‍🟫 (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader)

word count: <1.0k words

content warning: not really anything?

summary: a slow christmas morning with your loving partner, miguel o’hara.

let’s make up | 🍄‍🟫🦇(Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader)

word count: 3.1k words

content warning: Soft! Dom! Miguel, Dacryphilia? Praise, little nicknames, and a little bit of Miguel being a complete munch. The reader is a pillow princess, overstimulation, and unprotective P in V. Miguel talks the reader through it, and Miguel cries. (NOT PROOFREAD) (OOC MIGUEL)

summary: after arguing with Miguel over a touchy subject, you both come to a consensus: make-up sex.

gatita | 🍄‍🟫 (mechanic! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader)

word count: +1.4k words

content warning: this is a bit taboo, so I'm putting a SMALL WARNING HERE. Proceed with PRECAUTION. miguel wears a virgencita necklack, pussy slapping, cunnilingus (f! recieving), overstimulation, fingering, semi-public (he fucks you in a garage, but it's closed), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it, people).

summary: after taking your car to get an oil change with your debit card not working, you offer a solution to the mechanic.

too sweet | 🍄‍🟫 (mechanic! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader)

word count: +3.2k words

content warning: once again, taboo content; proceed with precaution. semi-exhibitionism (miguel fucks the reader in the forest and on his car), brat-taming, rough yet soft dom! miguel, OOC CHARACTER MIGUEL the reader has nipple piercings, unprotective p-in-v (please, do your own research when it comes to stuff like this, cigarette usage, a little TABOO, AGAIN.

summary: you join a small ride along with Miguel...

el vaquero | 🍄‍🟫 (cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader)

word count: +1.0k

content warning: smut, fem!dom!reader, pussy drunk! miguel

summary: riding lessons with cowboy! miguel

el toro | 🍄‍🟫 (cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader)

word count: +1.8k words

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

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

nothing but trouble | 🍄‍🟫🌲(black cat! miguel o’hara x fem! Reader) part two

word count: >1k words

content warning: reader and miguel have an established relationship, suggestive comments? miguel being a complete flirt, the reader being fed-up, make-out session? flirty interactions, soft smut, miguel is uncircumcised, soft dom miguel, reader is a little assertive in bed, dick-grabbing (?), and this is hella cheesy (idc I had fun)

summary: cat and mouse chase? more like a cat and spider chase...

growing pains | 🍄‍🟫🌲 (miguel o’hara x fem! reader)

word count: +2.1k words

content warning: mentions of morning sickness (if you have emetophobia, skip the first five paragraphs), degenerate home-wrecker, comfort, pregnancy sex, and p-in-v penetration.

summary: pregnancy is a challenge, not for the morning sickness or having the urge to pee every other step but for the outside challenges that create tension.

interlinked | 🍄‍🟫

word count: +1.7k words

content warning: possessive (adj.) → demanding someone's total attention and love. having the knowledge that you used to be with someone left a sour taste in miguel's mouth. especially knowing that you are still in good terms with them to this day.

summary: biting kink? (idk what it's called), cumplay (?), unprotective p-in-v, semi-exhibitionism (y'all get caught), possessive behavior (kinda?)

dearly beloved | 🌲🦇

word count: +1.1k words

content warning: fluff, angst with no comfort

summary: inspired from a silly tik tok, vampire! miguel

18+ mini drabbles (no chronological order) 🍄‍🟫

one. two. three.

THE BREAKING POINT | 🍄‍🟫🦇🌲

THE BREAKING POINT MASTERLIST

(Updated as of: 07/23/2024 @ 22:48)

I'm going feral frfr (I'm being fr rn)

I hath a steamy scientist Miguel suggestion

Imagine he’s working on an aphrodisiac and is being as careful as he possibly can be. However he didn’t consider how his spider biology makes him immune in certain doses. So he keeps the cap on the bottle off for just a few moments. Enough for you to walk in and immediately get a whiff.

But you don’t notice at first and take it as some horniness, however the drug comes in waves. And as Miguel goes in to hug you. You can help but hump him. The rest you decide :3

I love this idea omg- I know I posted saying I was gonna post this on Friday but I got too impatient lol

📄 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Wife!Reader, Aphrodisiac influences, dry humping, innuendos. Reader just being extra horny lmao

𝐀/𝐍: You know, in my two and a half years of writing smut, I’ve only written a dry humping fic once (forest sex lmao a clusterfuck bc I stepped out of my comfort zone for that one) so it’s not the best 😭 but I guess practice makes progress

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s a routine for you to come into Miguel’s lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere

You could see him through the big glass window that offered a wide view of his lab’s interior. He had his back facing you, perched on the swivel chair, but you noticed him tinkering with some test tubes on the bench in front of him.

Nothing new; he would always be working on something whenever you came here. He still hadn’t noticed you were just a few feet away from him, too engrossed in whatever it was he was working on.

You stepped towards the doors, clutching the paper bag in your hand with food you were planning to share with him. The lab doors opened with a hydraulic hiss, finally catching Miguel’s attention.

He craned his neck towards your direction. He held a hard gaze, obviously annoyed with whoever just barged into his lab, but that immediately morphed into a tender smile once he saw it was you.

As you stepped further into his lab, the sterile smell got stronger— a scent you were all too familiar with. But this time there was another faint underlying scent that you couldn’t fully capture.

It tingled your senses but you brushed it off as just another compound he was probably synthesising. Again, nothing new.

“Hey you…” he said, his voice rich like honey.

He peeled off his latex gloves and stood up from his chair abruptly in jubilant, the swivel chair squeaked from the sudden absence of his weight.

Your lips tugged up in a shy smile. “Hey there stranger,”

He had his lab coat on that shrouded the digital spider suit underneath. A testament of his dual life as a superhero and a scientist.

You’ve always seen him like this whenever you would visit him on the clock, but for some reason as he stepped closer towards you with long strides, you felt your heart rate increase and a sudden heat rushing to your core.

“Sorry about the mess, I didn’t expect you to come so early,” he finished his sentence by dumping the gloves in a nearby bin.

Your senses were tingling more prominently now and the new scent you smelt earlier was getting more apparent. There was a sudden alluring shift in the air and you couldn’t tell if it was the smell that was getting to your head or your husband's sudden accelerated sex appeal. Either way you could feel your mind slowly turn into mush.

“Are those for me?” Miguel asked, pointing to the bag. His question quickly forced you back into the present, away from your chain of thoughts.

You nodded quickly, too afraid to open your mouth. Instead you thrust your hand out with the bag for him to take.

He took the bag from you and peeked inside. “Tres leches cake?”

You could feel your heart almost leap out of your chest the way his face lit up. A sight you would forever burn into your psyche. He placed the bag down on the nearest bench and cupped your cheeks.

The coldness of the platinum from the wedding band brushed against your flushed skin as he held your face in his hands. His touches felt like fire to you, making you jolt ever so slightly.

“You're really spoiling me here, mi alma. Really helping me forget about how terrible today was going,” he uttered, slowly leaning his face closer to yours.

His words would’ve tugged your heartstrings but right now, you couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. The tingling feeling was too strong for you to ignore now, and his gaze he had on you wasn’t helping either.

He kissed your lips, soft and tender, yet you felt like you were going to combust. Those few seconds his lips were on yours felt like a lifetime before he pulled away, but his broad arms now enveloped around your waist, keeping you in his warmth.

The close proximity between the two of you was making you dizzy. You were hyper aware of how his body was pressed against yours, and you could almost feel your clit brush over his crotch.

If you were to grind your hips right now, you could probably rub the sensitive bud just right.

You really didn’t want to ruin a sweet moment. He was just showing his appreciation to you but you couldn’t help yourself from rolling your hips against his crotch just once.

You weren’t surprised when you got no response. He probably just saw it as a mishap. Reluctantly, you did it again, a little rougher this time.

It definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him now because you heard a stifled groan against your neck. He pulled his face away just enough so you could see him.

“Mig…” you whispered. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going through your head. If only he knew.

There were several reasons why this wasn’t the best time to be doing this, in his workplace more specifically, but your mind was too hazy to even come up with one.

Your senses were thrown out the window and you started to grind against his lower half, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Easy…I’m-” Miguel's words were cut off when you felt a sudden jab between his legs. He was getting aroused just as you were. You angled yourself so you had better access to his hips, with your arms wrapped around his neck. His hardened dick gave the perfect pressure you needed.

“So, is this what you wanted? You missed me this much, hm?” The words escaped in a breathy tone, and you could see his fangs emerging from his canine as he opened his mouth to talk. You could sense the underlying teasing in his voice that had your wetness pool your panties.

You didn’t know where this sudden urge came from. You were actually fully intending on spending this time sharing the cake you made. But the euphoria was coming in strong waves and you couldn’t resist anymore.

Your clit was starting to throb as you felt his dick grind against your clothed cunt. Even if he only had a digital suit on that could easily disappear with a few taps of his watch, it still felt painfully restricted.

Your walls were clutching onto nothing, desperate to feel him inside you and reach every crevice.

You didn’t expect him to start grinding his hips onto you too. You had to bite back your desperate moan from the sudden shift in dynamics. The way he was rubbing on you made your panties press onto your slick folds as more of your wetness was spilling out of your cunt.

Your arms reached to his waist to pull his hips further against yours, a desperate attempt to get more friction out of him. Your knees were about to give in and you could only just about hold yourself up. A staggered moan was heard from him before he halted suddenly.

“The window.” He managed to spatter out. Your line of vision quickly turned to where he was looking.

The window, the first thing you would see before you would come into the lab. All the moisture dried up from your mouth and it was not just from your breathless moans.

There was a momentary pause in your arousal that was quickly replaced with frustration. You were so caught up in trying to chase your high, you weren’t focusing on your surroundings.

Any Spider Person could walk past here and catch you both. The last thing you wanted was your husband, a leader that had so many people relying on him, to be caught red handed in a predicament from something you initiated.

He withdrew himself away from you, taking all the warmth with him to pull up the sleeve of his lab coat. It was an easy fix, all he had to do was tap on his watch, turning the glass opaque and giving the privacy you both needed.

Just when he was about to pull you in again, he froze. Something else was on his mind. He turned his face to his bench where he was working before you came in. You frowned from his lack of attention.

“What now?” You huffed, your torment evident in your voice. Was he going to go back to work? Did he not want you here anymore? His sudden dismissal made you feel ill with unease.

“Shock, the aphrodisiac was uncapped.” He said as he swiftly moved to the bench. You blinked, trying to process if you heard him right.

“What?”

“The aphrodisiac, it was an oversight. Explains why you were acting so…needy just now,” he placed the cap back onto the vial, the scent from earlier slowly fading away. You cocked your brow inquisitively.

“Why are you messing around with an aphrodisiac in the first place?” You didn’t think he would need a sex enhancing substance as a geneticist.

Even after he secured the cap back onto the aphrodisiac, your clit was still throbbing and you were still desperate for some sort of release.

“It’s not what it looks like. I was working on an experimental chemical compound for a project. I guess I underestimated how strong the reaction could get,” he said sheepishly, turning back to face you again.

“My God, Miguel…” you sighed. It was all making sense now. You wouldn’t be feeling this turned on without some sort of stimuli.

“But we don’t have to stop. I could pause my work for a little longer for some ‘us-time’” he said before lifting you and placing you on a clearer bench. A smirk crept on his lips and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes.

Despite the air being charged along with your flared libido, you still didn’t forget the main reason you came in here.

“What about the cake?” You gestured to the bag that was still sitting on the other end of the bench.

“The cake can wait, we might as well finish what you started without any unintended side effects,” he ended his sentence with a tap on his watch, disengaging his suit.

Precum was already leaking from the tip…

Eager and pent up.

I hope I did you justice here lol. A wise women (one of my fave fic writers) once said, your clit throbbing is your second heartbeat ;)

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silly list of hc’s about cat dad! miguel to get me out of a writing slump :p (pretty sure i did it wrong 😭)

cat owner! miguel who swore he didn’t want the cat you’d found off the street, demanding for you to take it back where you found it.

“i don’t have time to deal with that cat, just take it back where you found it. quien sabe, de pronto hasta tiene pulgas,” his tone was firm as he spoke, making it clear that he wasn’t comfortable with the cat being here. “c’mon.. i’ll take care of it. you won’t even notice that she’s here. please?” you held the cat up, your puppy eyes and the cat’s pleasing look melting his resolve bit by bit. “fine. but if she so much as scratches the couch, she’s out.” (who knows, it might even have fleas)

cat owner! miguel who swore he didn’t like the cat, despite the fact that he made sure not to finish his food just to leave it some leftovers.

“is something wrong with the food? you usually like to lick the plate clean,” you noted after seeing that miguel separated a bit of his food to the side of the plate. “no. i’m just saving some up for the cat so she doesn’t have to eat that kibble alone,” he explained like it should’ve been obvious. you hid the smile on your face as you noted the way that miguel called the cat over after pouring the leftovers in the bowl, his gaze intently on the cat as she ate her food like he wanted to make sure she liked it.

cat owner! miguel who fell asleep on the couch with the kitten sprawled out on his chest, hand on its back mid stroke as they both snored.

you’d thought that your eyes were deceiving you after a long day of work, that your exhaustion had affected your vision by now. you rubbed your eyes a couple times, seeing miguel sleeping comfortably with the cat after he’d claimed that it was time to start looking for a new home for her. you went over to put a blanket over them, noticing that he’d bought a collar for her with the name you were both discussing earlier that week. ‘florecita’ written on the small pendant along with his contact information. (little flower)

cat dad! miguel who finally admitted that the cat wasn’t ‘all too bad’ when you caught him putting a spider-man costume similar to his own on the cat for halloween.

“okay, maybe we shouldn’t kick her out. she’s actually pretty well behaved when it comes down to it,” he admitted, his face turned away from you as he worked out the final design on the cat. “you’re dressing her up like you?” you inquired, noticing the all too familiar red and black design. “well yeah, she’s gonna look like the coolest cat in the neighborhood,” he told you, florecita letting out a meow like she was agreeing with him.

cat dad! miguel who was completely surprised to find out the sweet girl he’d been cuddling with when you weren’t home turned out to be a boy.

“ay florecita, you don’t know how hard it was to decide on your name just to have to change it,” he spoke to the cat while he held it in his arms, the shock starting to wear off as the two of you walked back home from the vet. “we could just call him garfield,” you suggested, since the two of you noticed that the cat always lingered at the table whenever you had lasagna. “garfield it is, mijo,” he spoke, more so to the cat as he stroked its back.

cat dad! miguel who got subjected to your relentless teasing about how reluctant he’d been to let the cat in at first.

“thought you didn’t like the cat,” you murmured, watching as miguel made a tuna cake for the cat’s first year with the two of you. “isn’t that joke starting to run its course?” he grumbled, holding the cat up to the cake as miguel blew on the candle. “just saying, you’re acting really friendly for someone who didn’t want it at first,” you replied, taking a seat at the table as miguel fed small pieces to garfield.

cat dad! miguel who can’t picture coming home without the cat being there waiting for him anymore, the comfort of being by your side and the cat’s being his motivation for every mission that he goes by.

he’d never been one for having wallpapers on his gizmo, but he’d selected one that had both of you with the cat on it. he found it to be somewhat of a lighthouse in the middle of a storm, anchoring him back home whenever he thought that he’d lost everything. whenever he thought that he had nothing to fight for anymore, the picture reminding him of two of the things that he cared about the most.