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[ophloaf]

little mayday and miguel art i did <3

should i write a miguel x reader series?

[ophloaf]

i’m genuinely so tired of not being able to draw, nothing i try works and it’s upsetting me so much

[ophloaf]

MEOWGEL FLUFF ‼️‼️ (except he touches your booty so yk)

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“miguel..” you murmur softly, your eyes blinking awake as you feel his soft yet large hands gently kneading your stomach.

“you’re doing it again.” you sigh, but it’s clear as you look at him, he’s deeply asleep, comfortably breathing beside you. he isn’t doing any harm, you suppose..

gently petting his hair leads to him letting out a soft grunt of appreciation, his kneading continuing. you can’t help but chuckle before laying back, trying to sleep again.

“amorrr..” his deep, sleepy voice is heard. “yes, miggy?” you ask, your eyes still closed. you squeak as you’re flipped onto your stomach. “hey-“

“thanks.” he practically purrs out, his kneading now on your ass.

[ophloaf]

i have no idea how this app works so bear with me

warnings: smut, degrading, oral, biting and a bit of blood, implied breeding kink, implied pet play of sorts

miguel ohara x fem!reader

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as miguel narrowed his eyes at you, to your soft, crying face, his hands went to the bridge of his nose and rubbed them gently.

“y/n..” he groans softly. “please don’t cry. look- you- i.. i need to be more tough on you. i’m your boss.” he says, his tone serious but sounding rather tired.

“you hate meee..” you wail softly, rubbing your eyes more.

he gently reaches out, taking your soft hips into his large, strong hands. “i don’t hate you, mi querida.” he whispers softly. “you disobeyed, you went against direct orders.” he says, a bit more stern now. “punishment is necessary. don’t worry, i know you won’t disappoint me like that again.” he chimes, his hand gently traveling up to hold your cheek, wiping off a tear with his thumb.

your face is hot, you’re so close to him you can’t help it. his strong arm slithered protectively around your waist. it was a tight hold, almost like if it was any tighter it would be painful.

his finger gently grazed your lip, tugging it down to reveal your teeth. “dumb little thing. can’t even move when i hold you, can i? pathetic.” he chimes, moving his face forward, his lips against your neck.

“i-i know. i’m sorry..” you whimper out, melting down into his touch.

“are you going to be good for me, my little slut?” he hums against the soft skin of your neck, his fangs scraping your skin.

“so.. s’good..” you pant out, already desperate for him, your hands gripping onto his thighs tightly.

“tch. such a mindless little thing for me, are you not?” he chuckles, his hands sliding down your suit.

“lyla?”

“miguel.”

“any anomaly issues, reported to jess. please lock my office and close off the nearest sector.” he hums as he continues to kiss at at your neck.

“fine, you perv.”

“i’ll turn off the wifi.” she quickly yelped and disappeared. the clicks of the room locking were heard as well as the other spider people leaving the sector beside them. he grins at you.

“well, my pretty girl? are you upset now?” he asks.

“n-no..” you stammer out nervously through your hitched breath, your chubby thighs rubbing together needily.

his hands slide down and hold them still. “shh, calm down.” he orders, his tone stern. “i’ll give you what you want. you want me, don’t you? what do you want, little thing?” he asks, his hands gently sliding up and beginning to remove the suit.

“y-… you..” you manage to whimper out through your heated breaths, your heart racing at his every touch. “p-pleasee. i’ll be.. i’ll be s’good.. so.. so good..”

“i know, i know. little slut would never disappoint me, would you?” he purrs, gently placing his knee between your thighs, sliding it up against your throbbing pussy.

“you know you want to, pet.” he glanced at your soft, curvy body and gently pushed down on your hips. they began to gently rub, moving and desperately seeking pleasure on his leg as you whimper, moaning softly and bucking your hips like there’s no tomorrow.

“such a dumb little thing.” he murmurs, rubbing your cheek. “atta girl. keep it up.” he praises, sliding a hand up your chest to play with your breasts, his hand easily unclipping your bra. he smirks as your boobs fall out, nipples hard and perked eagerly as your continue to hump his leg.

his finger grazes your nipple. “you’re so beautiful, mi querida.” he murmurs as you gasp and moan.

“stop.” he orders. when you don’t listen, his hands grip your hips, quickly standing you up and pushing you against his desk. “listen, idiot.” he mutters, “good.” he sighs out, nipping your cheek. a small sliver of blood dribbles down, and he licks it up.

he removes the rest of your suit. “m-mig..” you beg out softly. “go quicker,, please..” you whine. his touch his slow, torturous. he knows what he’s doing, he knows how to push you, how to make you wait. you hate it, but it only makes you need him even more.

after what seems like ages, you’re down to only your bra and panties. “pretty girl.” he chimes. “god, you’re so bad for me.” he groans, his own body tense and needy. hours he had spent needing you. the idea of this very scenario plaguing his mind whenever you were around him, leading to easy aggression or annoyance on him. you were too tantalizing.

he was quick to notice your soaked panties. “you’re so damn wet for me.” he remarks. “mindless little thing. my mindless little thing.” he gently lays you down on his desk, pushing things aside as needed. he quickly pries open your legs, his teeth taking your panties and tugging them off. “god. perfect.” he mutters, quick to dive in.

“m-.. a-ah.. mig..gy..” you pant, squirming and moaning. your mewls and protest only made him want you more, his licks and sucks becoming more aggressive, every move he made edging you closer to your already brimming finish.

“p-please.. s-sir.. g-.. goddacum..” you beg out, your legs shaking gently.

“no.” he murmurs through you, his tongue slipping inside and slurping around like you were the most delicious meal he’d ever had.

“can’t wait anymore.” he sits up. with a few swipes, his holographic suit flutters down. you almost forgot he was naked under there, until his large cock springs up at attention. throbbing, the tip glistening from his precum of excitement, he wasted no time pressing the blunt tip against your own soaked hole.

“p-please.. a-ah.. m-miggy, i- ngh.. need you..” you manage to stammer out through this.

“of course, my dumb pet.” he purrs, succumbing to your request and slowly sliding in, groaning out, his fangs bared in pleasure. “so.. fucking tight..” he says, his voice almost a whimper.

you moan, squirming under the pain and pleasure this brought you. it was a stretch, almost difficult to fit in as he holds you down, his hands on your breasts and squeezing as he enters.

he holds himself inside for a moment, panting.

“move..” you beg, giving a small buck of your hips. as soon as you said that, it was game over for you.

his hips began to ram you gently. your back arches, trying to relieve some of the pain of his large member, causing him to hit your sweet spot. “fuck!” you moan out loudly in the sudden pleasure, “shush.” he mutters in response, his grip on you tightening.

“b-but.. i-i’m gonna.. cum..” you beg out, your legs trying to instinctively tighten around him. “then do it.” he growls in annoyance, only speeding up.

you’re quick to reach your climax, your walls tightening around his thick cock as he grunts, “good slut. good girl.” he praises, reaching down to kiss you deeply, as to stop himself and you from making too much noise.

he doesn’t let up at any moment, his strong body captivating you.

“i’m gonna make you mine. breed you. f-fuck..” he falters, his legs giving a shiver. “i’m so close. i’m so.. close baby.. stay there.. oh.. good, good girl. good.. slut!” he grunts as he cums, shooting thick white ropes deep inside you, his body still tense as he groans.

you’re dazed as you look up at him. “thank you, sir..” you manage to giggle out.

his face is hot, and he clears his throat. “.. just.. help me clean this up.”

“mm. right. i don’t.. think i can move.”

“well. still think i hate you?” he chuckles, kissing your cheek.