Omg--yess

Omg--yess😖✨💕

A quick lil Hantengu/Karaku pussy eating smut bc I need him bad 🧍🏻‍♀️(you could apply this to any of the clones tbh you do you)

Warnings: pussy eating, degradation, not non con but reader is a little scared at first, squirting,a demon is eating your pussy idk what else to tell you. This might be the nasty pussy eating fic I’ve ever written MDNI

You knew the second you saw a humanoid shape moving in the shadows you were fucked. Taking this short cut home through woods had always been a risk and your luck had run out. You knew it was demon before he even stepped out into the moonlight by the ways the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“Well, what do we have here?” A sickly sweet voice asked. The demon stepped out from the shadows, tall, muscular and horned. You’d never seen a demon before in real life. You weren’t a slayer, just another villager. There was instinctually fear in having this predator before you, but something else just below the surface. He was… alluring. Handsome when he should be grotesque. You felt sick in the head for thinking so.

The demon was suddenly before you, stunning you with his speed. “You’re a shy thing, are you?” He was walked around your body, sizing you up. Your hear hammered in your chest. He licked his lips. “The pretty ones always are.”

When you looked in his eyes, your blood went cold. His pupils read “upper rank 4.” Even with you limited knowledge of demons, you knew an upper rank was the most dangerous of them all. Your body shook with fear. “Please don’t hurt me,” you blurted out helplessly.

Surprisingly, he chuckled. “Who said I wanted to hurt you?” You flinched slight as he ran a finger along your cheek. “Pretty thing like you would be a waste to kill.” He leaned in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Besides, I’m hungry for something else tonight.”

Your body shivered, though for an entirely different reason. It felt so wrong to respond to a demon in this way. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

In a flash you were on the ground, the demon on top of you. “P-please don’t!” You cried. You weren’t sure what he wanted to do to you, though the look in his eyes gave you a hint.

“Told you I’m not gonna hurt you,” he kicked a stripe up your neck, making you gasp. His hands were pinning down your wrist to stop you from squirming - though you weren’t putting up much of a fight. “I’m going to make you feel good. Pleasure you.”

He stuck his tongue out again and you caught a glimpse of the kanji for “pleasure” tattooed on it. Heat pooled between your legs at the sinful sight. “B-but you’re a demon. It’s wrong.” You stumbled over your words as he sucked at your neck, right over your jugular.

He let out a dry laugh. “Don’t act like you’re not aroused, I can smell it from here.” Your face went bright red, which only made him laugh more. “You humans, so virtuous.” His hands were between your legs, rubbing at your throbbing core over your underwear. “I’m going to devour you.”

You gasped as he ripped your underwear off, exposing your pussy to the his eyes and the cold night air. He was no longer holding you down but you did run from him. Not just because it was pointless, but because, fuck, your pussy was aching and you wanted him to fix it. You were sick with shame and desire.

“My name is Karaku,” the demon said, slotting himself between your legs, “I want to hear you scream it when you cum on my tongue.” You bit your lip, watching him with anxious anticipation. He licked a stripe up your pussy, letting your arousal coat his tongue. “Mmm, fucking soaked. And all for a demon? You’re not as innocent as you act.”

He did just a he said: he devoured you. His mouth moved against with speed and force that you didn’t even know was possible. Well, maybe it wasn’t for human men, but for him it was. He sucked hard on your clit, before grazing his teeth over it, loving how your whole body jumped.

Karaku pressed his tongue into your tight, sopping pussy. He wriggled his tongue inside you and it was the most sinful and pleasurable thing you ever felt. “Fuck,” you whined as he pulled away. He watched your pussy clench around nothing, driving him wild.

“Pussy fucking begging for me. What a dirty girl you are,” he purred. His hands dug into your plush thigh to keep you spread open for him. His nails threatening to cut your skin.

His mouth returned to your wet heat, though less intensely. He wanted to drag it out, to tease you. He circled his tongue around your hole, never dipped in like he knew you wanted. He switched between teasing your hole and sucking on your click, turning you into a whimpering miss.

“Please!” You cried, your need damn near painful. Your whole body was pulsing for him, you didn’t even care how wrong it was. The demon just laughed at you. You were desire over-rid your fear. You went to grip his hair, but your hands wrapped around the solid horns on his forehead instead. You used the grip as leverage grinding into his face.

Karaku let out a deep, feral moan. “Look at you fucking my face. A demons face. You’re sick for wanting me. Nasty fuckin’ slut,” his words were so dirty, but laced with desire. It only made you more desperate for release.

Karaku could easily have stopped you from fucking his face, but he didn’t want to. He loved being buried in your pussy, his tongue fucking you, tasting you. You were sweeter than most humans.

“Karaku,” you whimpered as you bucked your hips against his face. Your were so close; each time his nose nudged your clit pleasure pulsed through you.

“That’s it. Cum on my fucking tongue,” he demanded. He pressed his tongue impossibly deeper into you.

“Karaku fuck!” You cried out as the coil in your stomach snapped. The pleasure you felt was white-hot, more intense than anything you’d ever felt. You squirmed and moaned as he licked you through your orgasm. You were gasping, tearing in your eyes. It was so good it almost hurt.

His tongue flicked relentlessly over your overly sensitive clit. Suddenly your body shuddered, overcome by another wave of ecstasy as you squirted all over his face.

“Oh, fuck you’re dirty,” karaku purred, lapping up every last bit of your release. He finally pulled away, his face glistening with your release in the moonlight. As you caught your breath and came down from your high, fear and shame crept back in. What did you just do?

You tried to scramble away, but Karaku grabbed you by the ankle, pulling you back to him. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere. I’m taking you back to my brothers and we are going to have some fun.”

Araneus (Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader)

Synopsis: Being recruited into the Spider Society was a big deal. You were already popular among the other members, especially a certain group of teenagers. They already claimed you as an older sister figure so you just had to be recruited… Right? But something wasn’t right with Miguel.

Note: Reader insert uses she/her pronouns. I’ll only continue this story if I feel like it and depending on reception.

Word Count: 2k

“Wow, I love your suit design.” Miles smiled and studied the little details on your suit.

Your spider suit was purple and white with elegant fabric in the shape of webs on your wrists like cuffs. The web pattern covering your suit had a slight shimmer to it. Gwen and Miles loved the design and were currently gushing over it. You were known as Araneus on your home world.

“I’m honestly a little jealous,” Gwen held your mask in her hands. “Did you make it yourself?”

You blushed at the attention you were receiving.

“I did!” You pointed at the shimmery thread on your suit, “This is actually bioluminescent silk!”

“I wish I could do that.” Pvatir sighed.

“How about you guys leave her alone?” Jess interrupted.

Jess had actually discovered you on a mission to Earth-529. You saved her ass in a near death situation. She loved how sweet and strong you were and took you to HQ to be officially recruited. However, the moment Miguel saw you, he almost seemed to be ignoring you.

“So, Miguel. What do you say?” Jess asked Miguel as he stood in front of Jess and the small group of teenagers bombarding you with millions of questions and compliments.

Miguel furrowed his brows. “No.”

Everyone except Jess and Hobie gasped dramatically.

“What?” Miles asked after the collective gasps.

“Just because you saved Jess doesn’t mean you’re Spider Society material.”

“Guys, I think Miguel just hates women.” Peter joked.

Jess turns to you and everyone else. “Could you guys give us a moment?” She turns to Peter as he hold May in his arms, “Not you though. You stay.”

You and everyone else left the room.

“Do you guys think I’m not good enough?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs.

Gwen put her hands on your shoulder and looked at you. “He would be stupid to not let you join.”

“Yeah! You’re like a cool older sister!” Pvatir said.

You were older than the four teenagers that stood besides you. You had years of experience under your belt and was undeniably skilled.

“I say we riot if he doesn’t let her join.” Hobie says as he stretches.

The doors opened to the giant room and Jess and Peter stepped out.

“Miguel says he wants to talk to you in private to make his final decision.” Jess explained.

“Just me?” You asked.

“Yup. So… Good luck in there.” Peter said as Mayday crawled onto his head.

You took a few steps forward into the room and looked back before the doors shut, watching as the teenagers waved with big smiles. You walked up to the intimidating platform as Miguel stared you down. It felt like a predator waiting for a perfect moment to strike.

“You wanted to see me?” Your voice was a little shaky and you sounded obviously nervous.

“Why do you think I should let you join?” Miguel steps down from the platform and stands in front of you only a few steps away.

“Oh! Um…” You think for a moment. “I’ve been Araneus for a long time and know my abilities like the back of-“

“No, no, no. I mean what do you think makes you special enough to join?” Miguel interrupts, taking a step forward, intimidating you a little.

“Um, well…” You look down and rock on your heels a bit. “Nothing, I guess.” You look back at Miguel, “What makes you special?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well… You asked about me so I want to know about you.”

Miguel furrowed his brows and took another step forward. His eyes had been darting away and looking anywhere in the room but your eyes. As his eyes met yours, you noticed some puffiness under his eyes. His eyes were glazed with tears as if he were holding back a waterfall of cries.

“Are… you okay?” Your seemingly innocent question broke something in Miguel.

Miguel embraced you in a tight hug. His breathe became shaky and you felt the side of your head become damp. The room was silent for what seemed an eternity.

Miguel let go and took a few steps back.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He turned away and brought his palm to his eyes to wipe away tears.

Miguel had a scary aura so to see him suddenly break and weep was strange to you.

You reached out to touch his arm and he looked at you. “Did I do something wrong?”

God you were clueless…

“No… Just…” Miguel pulled away from your touch. “If I let you join, you have to promise you’ll stay away from me as much as possible.”

“What?”

“Take it or leave the offer.” Miguel clenched his jaw.

You looked down and thought about it.

“I’ll take up the offer.” You weren’t even sure whether to smile or not.

“Great.” Miguel said, “Now please leave.”

You didn’t think twice and scurried out of the room.

“Y/N! What did he say?” Gwen squeezed your hands.

You blinked. “Uh… Well… He said I could join.”

“Yay!” The group cheered.

Peter and Jess weren’t there anymore. Could they have known what that was about?

“Do you guys know where Jess and Peter went?”

Gwen pointed towards her right. “They went to the cafeteria, I think.”

“Thanks!” You replied and made your way down the surprisingly long hallway.

You enter the cafeteria and spot the two sitting near a window as Peter fed his baby some snacks. You made your way over and greeted them.

“Hey, guys.”

“Oh hey!” Peter smiled and used Mayday’s hand to wave at you.

“What did he say?” Jess asked.

“Well, actually… He said I could join.”

“Wow! Good for you!” Peter smiled.

“However!” You said, “He said I have to avoid him.”

Jess let out a groan. “I told him not to give you a hard time about it. I’ll talk to him again later.”

You pulled out a chair from the table they were at and sat down.

“Do you guys know why he doesn’t want me to interact with him?” You asked, concern washing over your face.

Peter and Jess looked at each other.

“Well…” Peter dragged the word in a manner that gave away that he definitely knew.

Jess reached out and held your hand. “I’m going to tell you but please don’t tell Miguel I told you.” Jess glanced over to Peter and then back to you as she took a deep breath.

“You… are a variant of his deceased wife.”

It suddenly felt like the world crashed.

“What?” You felt lightheaded.

“He lost his wife and child from an alternate universe due to his carelessness. I thought he would understand that you weren’t her but…” She glances over to a somber Peter. “It seems like Miguel isn’t able to separate the concept of both of you.”

Peter fixed Mayday’s knitted hat. “The concept of a multiverse is probably crazy enough for you, so I imagine being told a variant of you died is worse. Trust me, I know.”

“Did he say or do anything else to you?” Jess placed her other hand onto yours.

You weren’t sure whether or not to comment about Miguel nearly breaking down.

“We won’t tell him.” Peter assured.

You swallowed thickly and didn’t say the full truth. “He just asked me what I thought made me so special.”

“Not that weird. He asked me that and I told him I have a kid.” Peter froze for a second, “Probably not the best choice of words for me to say to him at the time.”

“The point is, Miguel just needs time to adjust to… you are not the version he knows.” Jess explained.

Being told you were the wrong version of yourself fucked with you for the rest of the evening. Early on, you had bumped into Miguel in the hallway as he scolded Spider-Cat for peeing on the floor. The poor feline held its head down in shame. Miguel and you crossed gazes and you immediately turned to head the other direction.

The next few months was hell. You avoided Miguel and Miguel avoided you as best as the both of you could. It was as if the two of you would meet eyes and the universe could explode. It was quite literally exhausting having to hide and sneak around.

“Gwen, you’re with Y/N. You two are in charge of taking care of an anomaly on Earth-33599.” Miguel informed the blonde girl through her watch.

“You got it, Miguel.” She responded and opened up a portal. “You ready, Y/N?” She asked you as she put on her mask.

You put on your mask, “Yup.”

Earth-33599 wasn’t anything unique compared to other universes.

“The file Miguel sent says it’s a Lizard variant that somehow got into this universe. It was last seen near the downtown area yesterday.”

You and Gwen made your way to the top of a building and both of you sat to wait until there was a sign of the anomaly.

“So…” Gwen says, “I think Miguel likes you.”

“No, really?” You sarcastically replied. “It’s just… Not the way you think it is.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t go into much detail into why I know but, let’s just say he has a different idea of me in his head.”

“Well… Do you like him back?” Gwen asks.

You honestly didn’t know. Although he was avoiding you and refused to look you in the eyes, he had a clear soft spot for you. You had complained about there not being any of the snacks you liked at the cafeteria to Jess during a meeting and suddenly the next day, the snacks you loved were on the menu. Jess denied having anything to do with it and you believed her because of how genuine she sounded so she chocked if up to Miguel being nosy.

Another instance was when you mentioned the hallways were too boring to Hobie and Pvatir. The next day, a bunch of greenery and benches appeared in the building. You asked both Hobie and Pvatir about it and both denied having anything to do with the coincidence.

The moment you knew Miguel certainly had a crush on you was when Lyla accidentally let it slip that he had asked her to listen to you on anything. She could have been just messing with you, but she immediately took it back in a manner that you could assume she wasn’t suppose to tell you.

As crazy as it sounded, you enjoyed Miguel giving you extra attention and going out of his way to accommodate to your needs and wants. It was a little endearing and sweet in your opinion. Maybe a little creepy but hey, love can make people do wild things.

“I don’t know if I like him.” You replied, a little embarrassed.

Gwen smiled. “I know he’s kind of an asshole, but that’s actually really cute. Maybe you could do some good for him! I mean, you’re like an angel made of sunshine and Miguel… well, he’s Miguel.”

You chuckled at Gwen’s comment and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Maybe.”

“He avoids you so much. I didn’t know he could be so shy when it came to liking someone. I’m so used to seeing him angry and yelling at everyone.”

She doesn’t even know the half of it…

There was a sudden crash of vehicles down the road at an intersection. The Lizard variant was throwing cars around and nearly crushed a group of people. Without a word, you and Gwen swung into action. Gwen focused on getting everyone to safety and you focused on capturing the ugly reptile. While trying to wrap the monster in webs, it broke free and used the webs against you. As you swung around, the Lizard threw a clump webs at your eyes and you fell while trying to take them off. You hit your head against the hard pavement and the last thing you remember was Gwen calling out for your name.

━━━ ★ CURIOUS. . . ! miguel o’hara.

you forget miguel can hear your conversations.

content ━━━ ! f!reader, short reader implied, heavy suggestive content, mentions of sex, miguel calls you babygirl and chiquita, (he’s so cocky omg i hate him).

xoxo blair ━━━ ! he’s so shocking hot i wanna turn his c*m into a necklace <3 (this was supposed to be short my coochie was widlin’ y’all ‼️ miguelito come home and tame her 😔)

“do you think miguel fucks like the way he fights?”

“y/n— there’s a child present!”

there’s a sudden mischief in your eyes as you giggle, glancing over to jess who tries to look at you with a disapproving look. “come on, i know you’re thinking it, too.”

jess shakes her head in disbelief, quickly busying herself with mayday as she plays with her, signing a lull baby while peter sighs.

“not saying i have, but… i mean….”

peter sighs, rubbing his eyes. “so you have.” jess chuckles as peter grumbles about this being a family outing, and such conversations should be saved for when mayday isn’t around.

“okay, but, how do you expect me to listen to half of the things he’s saying when his dumpy is looking like that in his suit?”

you glance towards peter, as if your reasoning is justified. peter wonders how miguel handles you, or why he’s even handled your antics for this long. shaking his head, he grabs mayday, cuddling her closer in his arms.

“i’m surprised he hasn’t ripped you in half with the way you’re always teasing him.”

a bright smile grows on the corner of your lips, as you sigh dreamily. “that’s exactly what i want, peter. to be ripped in half except—“

“yeah, okay, that’s enough!”

giggling, you roll your eyes, leaning back into the chair. “all i’m saying is if he needs a stress reliever, i’m here. with open arms—“

“and open legs,” jess laughs, finishing the sentence for you.

“aren’t you scared of the guy, through? i mean, he’s…. intimidating.”

you shake your head, “he’s aggressive.” pausing, you lick your lips. “i like that.”

before peter can respond though, lyla pops up, telling you miguel is calling for you. excitedly you jump, waving bye to jess and peter before giving mayday a kiss on her cheek.

you’re practically skipping when you see miguel’s back, eyes greedily taking in the way his muscles stick out from his suit, licking your lips in anticipation. “aww, did ya miss me, big guy?”

however, miguel doesn’t respond to you, whispering something to lyla, suddenly disappearing. carefully you make your way closer to the podium, until miguel drops down, towering over your much shorter frame.

“are you having fun?”

you blink up, titling your head to the side perplexed. “umm, what?”

carefully miguel walks closer to you, your body suddenly on edge when you notice his dark brown eyes grow red, his fangs glistening when he speaks.

“you seem to be having fun,” he says, gruff voice sending shivers up your spine. he points to your ear, realization making your body burn with embarrassment. “did you forget i can hear everything you’re saying, chiquita?”

holding in your breath, you look down, jumping up slightly when you feel miguel’s finger pinch your chin slightly, gradually lifting your face up to meet him. the corner of his lips turn into a smug smirk, leaning his face a bit closer, breath fanning over your face.

“don’t get shy on me now, baby girl. didn’t you want me to— what was it again?— use you as a stress reliever.”

“fuck,” you whisper, mind growing hazy the moment miguel’s lips press against yours, tongue licking your bottom lip, thumb pulling it down slightly as a moan escapes past your throat.

miguel presses his body onto yours, pushing you flushed again the wall, his cock throbbing against your thigh making your pussy drool and flutter, thighs rubbing against each other.

“now come on,” he coos at you, free hand roaming around your ass, squeezing it firmly as his fingers dig into your drenched suit, making your hips thrust subconsciously. “let me rip you in half,” he says, chuckling at the way your eyes glisten with lust. “you’ve been teasing me enough already.”

OHMYFUCKINGGODIWANTHIMSOBADDDDDUHHHHH

I made a animation of dark cacao x self insert for fun and wanted to share , I jest like the idea of stealing his big coat and jest turning into a ball ^^ and ic anyone wants to make a fanfic based on this go ahead jest credit if you use the animation ^^

Hope yall enjoy

Hehehehe

Miguel: Alright like I said before if you beat me in a sparing match I will not only apologize to Miles but I will be nicer deal?

Y/n: Deal! Let's do this!

Peter b: You sure you wanna do this Miguel? She's pretty tough.

Miguel: Hmph She's tiny how much damage could she really do?

Gwen: Alright don't say we didn't warn you man.

( later)

Y/n: Miguel? You okay?

Miguel: ............

Gwen: Dude are you even alive?

Miguel: ..............

Peter b: Ah i saw a finger move he's good.

Miles: But he's been in that leg headlock for 6 hours!

Gwen: Yeah Miguel you might as well tap out.

Miguel: No! I am NOT tapping out!!!

Y/n: Uh Miguel you know if you don't tap out-

Miguel: You'll say if I don't tap out you might suffocate me. But you don't understand! To die by thighs is the way of the warrior!!!!!

Y/n: Oh okay wow...(flustered)

Miles: Hey! That's my aunt your talking about man!!!

Gwen: I mean he's not wrong Y/n has some strong thighs.

Miles: Gwen?!

Peter b: I mean Miles he's not wrong-

Miles: Don't you even Peter!!!

Y/n: so does that mean you'll apologize ?

— 🕸️ : ꒰ work mom. ꒱

pairing :: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

synopsis :: you constantly doted on miles, causing you to earn the title of “work mom.” but… does that make miguel his dad in this scenario?

warnings :: sfw!! miles refers to reader as his work mom. super fluffy and no other warnings apply!

etc :: this is so self-indulgent, but i hope you guys enjoy! had a lot of fun with this one!

You had taken a liking to Miles.

You saw yourself as not a mentor, but a mother. Not that he needed one, certainly not. But whenever he came to HQ, you always made sure he was healthy, as happy as he could be, and certainly eating. Before you knew it, you were grabbing food from the cafeteria and making sure he had some whenever he visited.

Miguel took notice of this.

Bringing it to your attention was another thing. Miguel tried whispering it to you, gesturing to the food in your hands.

“You’re being too soft on him.”

But of course you denied, shook your head, and walked past him. You had a right to be soft on him, especially after everything that happened. So of course you were going to spoil him, make sure he took care of himself. It was like you had taken him under your metaphorical wing, watching over him even though it’s not like he really needed it.

“He’s not going to break, you know.”

Miguel grumbled through an empanada one day, you having brought him lunch as well. You were used to eating alone with him, but brought up eating in the cafeteria with the others. He knew why.

“No need to be grumpy, love. Just wanting to help you be more social, that’s all.”

His deadpan look of disgust towards your comment made you chuckle through your own meal.

“You’re wanting to check on him and Gwen, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t deny, had no way of doing so when it came to him. So you shrugged your shoulders and placed a kiss on his forehead. “You know me so well.”

The next day, around the same time, you had managed to convince him to join you in the cafeteria. Begrudgingly, he sat beside you, his frame making yours seem much smaller in comparison.

“Can’t believe you managed to get his grumpy ass in here.” Miles said through his food, which once again, you had gotten him. “By the way, thanks so much, mom!”

There was a beat of silence as Miguel choked, coughing and banging a fist on the table.

“Sorry! That is NOT what I meant!”

Rubbing your hand over Miguel’s back while he still struggled to catch his breath, you beamed at Miles. “It’s quite alright! After all, I am like your work mom, huh? As normal as that could be in this situation.”

Miles stared at Miguel for a moment, before swallowing another bite. “Does… that make him my work dad?”

Miguel choked once again.

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

It happened a lot, these situations that proved to be domestic in some ways. Miles started hanging around you more often, enjoying your presence and sweet disposition. He wasn’t the only person who felt this way.

“You seem grumpy,” you chirped, poking at Miguel when he buried his head in your shoulder.

“It’s the kid.”

“Miles? You mean our adoptive work son?”

That caused a groan to leave him, baring sharp teeth for you to admire.

“You know, he called me mom again by accident today. I think it’s sweet.”

Miguel didn’t speak, only wrapping his arms around your waist in a means to feel closer to your warmth. His hands traced your hips, as if contemplating.

“Maybe.”

It was short and gruff.

“Maybe what?”

Another beat of silence.

“Maybe I’ll consider him my work son when he stops being such a pain in my ass.”

You giggled, running your hands through his slick hair. The sweet cowlicks that followed always made you beam down at him.

“Isn’t that what sons are for?”

𓏸 🕸️ ₊﹒ ⟡ ﹙☆̲﹚

The final straw was Miles running into the office, excitement following his every step towards you. Miguel heard him approach, his back turned to the boy as he worked.

You heard a call of your name, followed by a cheerful, “You won’t believe this!”

In his hands was a paper, one with a big, bright red ‘A’ drawn in a circle as if branded onto the material. It was the very same assignment he had come to you groaning about, worried about his grade since he had to miss so many of the classes.

“Look! Got an ‘A,’ thanks to your help, that is!”

You laughed, taking the paper from his grip and giving him a wide smile. “Aw, I knew you could do it! Nothing the great Miles Morales can’t handle!”

Little did you know, Miguel was watching. Crimson eyes taking in every detail, every smile and act of kindness. You truly were like a second mother to him, always supportive and helpful when you could be. It… Made his heart warm. Oddly enough.

“Once again, thanks, work mom. It still feels weird calling you that, but I can’t see you any other way now.”

Pulling him into a hug, you gave another light laugh. “I’m here for you always. See you later, Miles.”

As he turned to leave, proud parchment in tow, he turned to wave to Miguel. “Later, work dad!”

That had him jump out of his skin. So much for that sweet moment.