#miguel fanart

[noboaarte]

I'm obsessed with drawing him omg

[teletwobees]

Miggy🚗🚗

[ericahbrillina]

slay queen 💅

[sweetimpurity]

LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OH LORD THE BACK THE STRETCHMARKS THE HAIR

[llumetrii]

the rain scene😳

[ghostly-lee]

family time

[blackfawn]

Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for!

I finally stopped procrastinating, enjoy these cuties being adorable 💕

[mothervonmayhem]

Villain vibes Miguel… facial hair or nah?

[estialon]

Yes papi, Imma crawl for you 🥹🥰

[syrup-demon]

Redrew that one comic panel to be spider verse Miguel.

Without orange filter + original :

[gltzpzy]

dbf!miguel playing the guitar ?!?! say less ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[teletwobees]

Lover🌷

[ericahbrillina]

spiderizz 🕸️

[sweetimpurity]

a/n: dis is dirty (◠﹏◠✿) also new header! and theme! I’ll see if I hate it or not but let me know what you think!

cw: yandere toxic controlling, breathplay afab!reader

Thinking about Miguel, your husband who’s also a mob boss. He’s rough and demanding and at the beginning of your marriage it scared you. Made you hate him most of the time. But now it’s… different. Now you sort of crave it.

He doesn’t like for you to leave the estate very often, and not without one of his men by your side. But his offices are across the city. When you whine softly about not getting out very often, wanting to go out into the city, he drills it into your head that the outside world is dangerous and the only safe place is in the house where no one can get in and you can’t get out.

He tells you this as he’s pounding you into the sofa, your head hanging off the armrest, moaning his name like a song and your legs sprawled out so wide it’s almost painful. “You can’t leave because I need you here bunny… hah… can’t let you go can’t- can’t- oh fuck-“ He hitches, his face dipping into your hair, thumb rubbing circles in your pulse point, fingers wrapping around your throat and applying just the slightest of delicious pressure pushing you over the edge. Perfectly polished fingernails digging down his triceps, a gush of your essence down his cock and a gasping cry when you climax for the 4th time. And he comes with a low growl, his angular nose nudging into your cheek and squeezing your jugular as he buries inside; making sure to stick his load deep in you and trying to make you forget ever bringing it up in the first place.

And it’s like an addiction. Some nights you’re just giddy, watching the window for him to get home. Your clit ticklish thinking about him. Maybe your mind’s in the blender but who cares…

His car pulls up and he comes out. A scowl on his face and brow furrowed, walking by the security at the door and into the house. Ignoring the staff that welcomes him home and going straight to the bedroom. A rare sight, a smile coming to his lips when he sees you already there. Sitting on the bed like the good girl you are.

“Hey bunnygirl…” A wolfish grin accompanies his deep rough voice. Watching you with greedy eyes as he slowly removes his suit jacked, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Hi…” You hum, butterflies fluttering when he looks at you like that. Like he just wants to snap you in half, fuck you like a slut and pump you full of his cum.

“You look so pretty in that…” He says. Pulling his shirt off, his bare torso and chest on display. Scars and tattoos spanning across his deep skin, his chest, up and over his shoulders, down his arms. His dark eyes flick down over the light pink lingerie you’re wearing. A set he bought you. He buys you a lot of lingerie. More than anything else. He prefers you to wear that around the house. And the staff keeps their eyes to the floor.

He prowls over to you, to the edge of the bed and nudges your legs to open. Standing between them. His hands slipping into his pants pockets. Bending down to be at eye level, his gaze piercing and terrifying. A stare that could kill, and hands that have killed many times before.

Without a word, his nose brushes against yours, encouraging you to tilt your head for him. Your lashes flutter, eyes closing. This is what you’ve been waiting for all day isn’t it? His eyes stay open, smiling devilishly when he sees that expression. “Open your mouth, bunny…”

His voice is a deep rumble. Your lips hesitantly parting for him, debating opening your eyes but before you can he’s licking a stripe up your open lips. Coming in for the kill after a moment, after the rush sends full course.

Capturing your lips with his and pushing you down on the blankets. You don’t get a wink of sleep that night.

“Ohh bunny… baby!” He groans, a fistful of your hair and his hips slapping into your ass. Prone bone with your face in the pillows. His throbbing tip abusing your drooling heat with every push into your honey velvet.

It takes everything in you not to scream, gasping against the pillowcase and gripping on for dear life. “Ah… ngh! M-“ His pace is relentless. Pounding and pounding, the headboard knocking against the wall. Probably making a dent.

———

One day he calls you into his office. An especially stressful day and everyone is just pissing him the fuck off. He needs you. He can’t wait until later and he can’t go home now. There’s too much shit he has to deal with. His dark eyes are trained on the pictures of you on his desk as he waits for his driver to retrieve you.

And when you’re finally here, game over. He’s up and out from his desk, enveloping you in his arms as he kicks the door shut hard. “There’s my girl…” He whispers.

“Did you go shopping like I said?” He asks, turning you around and walking you back towards the desk, kissing your cheeks and unable to keep his hands off you. He’s already hard, been waiting for you all this time. “Mhm I got some new shoes… and-“ he silences you with a kiss. His tongue dipping into your mouth, swirling with yours and tasting you.

“Mm new shoes that’s good bunny…” he hums after pecking your lips a few times. Trying so hard to act like he cares but he’s already undressing you in his mind. “I hope you spent more than a thousand dollars this time…” he says. Now that he actually cares about. He tenderly pushes some whisps behind your ear. You nod softly, innocently.

“How much?” He grins.

“… I spent… ten thousand dollars…”

“In three hours?” He smiles, laughter threatening to bubble up in his chest. “Good girl…”

His words melt your mind in the exact way he intends them to. His desk a mess of work and your slick dripping down the expensive wood. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. Knocking into your sweet pussy and getting his relief. Lacing his fingers with yours and pulling them to his chest, his strokes are rough and unforgiving.

“Come for me baby… give it to me ohhh I wanna feel it…” he groans, leaning over you kissing up your chest, the valley between your breasts. Just feeding your ravenous cunt his inches, rolling his hips into you, watching your face contort.

brrrrrrrr brrrrrr

The phone rings on his desk. Tearing his eyes away from his favorite sight and pounding his fingers against the buttons to make it stop. But it rings against just after. Is it his fucking assistant trying to reach him? Can’t everyone tell he’s busy?

“Everybody fuck off!!” He shouts towards his office door, ripping the phone cord out of the wall, whipping it in the same direction. Smashing it to pieces, making you flinch, making you clench and squeeze around his thick dick inside you.

“Miguel!” You gasp, reaching for him, his chest, trying to reach your end, needing him, his attention. “I know I know-” he coos, reaching a hand to your face and gripping your jaw gently, teasing a finger along your lips and dipping it in. Letting you suck on his fingertips. “There you go… that’s a good girl…”

“You’re my girl, yeah? Yeah baby?”

“Mmm…”

“I know you need me… I know this pussy needs me huh bunny?” His fingers slip out of your mouth, grasping around your throat gently. For such a strong and violent man, he’s very aware of how much pressure is too much. “Need it so bad…”

“Come on…” he whispers. Lifting you into his arms, across the office and against the wall by the door. Pressing your back against it and pinning your hands over your head. His cock reaching even deeper like this. Alllll the way in.

“Ah-ngh! Mig!” You gasp, your squeaky voice exactly what he wants to hear. The sound of it surely penetrating these walls.

Sheathing inside you and the sound of him prodding through your slick sounds through the room. A satisfied grin on his face, watching the exact moment the band snaps and you rise into climax.

“Oh Miguel! Ah! Hahnghh!” You just burst, head throwing back and crying out for him. Your voice hoarse on screams. And he’s sure everyone on this floor will finally get the message. He’s busy fucking his wife.

[llumetrii]

How his screens don't burn his eyes up in that dim lab of his is beyond me

[majoruyeda]

Save a horse, they say? 🐴

I'm trying out a different style for my flats/celshading 🥺