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sirbird · 3 days
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Got reminded of one of my favorite games so why not make a small crossover :>
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sirbird · 11 days
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Totally not projecting……especially not with a quote from tiktok slides that won’t leave me alone at 3am🧍‍♂️
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sirbird · 17 days
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What’s a small spider to do in these conditions 🤔
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sirbird · 24 days
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Don’t ask me about to logistics of her being able to breathe underwater….merman magic
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sirbird · 27 days
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Undine Miguel inspired from Whispers of the deep :>
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sirbird · 1 month
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Redraw of my very first piece of Miguel and of A Fortunate Mistake :)
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2/4
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May I offer a tiny Mig in these trying times
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sirbird · 2 months
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I was messing with canvas quality…..and I forgot to post this along side my last post so here y’all go
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sirbird · 2 months
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Chapter 17 from AFM II
Vig fascinates me
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sirbird · 2 months
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Imma keep it reall y’all…..idk why the latest post came out so grainy 😭😭
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sirbird · 2 months
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Chapter 15 has had me in a chokehold for a while 🧍‍♂️
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Grief and Rage
(Small piece from chapter 24 of AFM II)
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sirbird · 2 months
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I want to ask you for advice on how to start publishing... It's so difficult, I have no idea how to write my presentation or stuff, and I admire you so much, I love your profile 😭😭
I’m a little confuse because I don’t write 😅 I draw
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sirbird · 2 months
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🌹little desk gift🌹
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sirbird · 3 months
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Got inspired by a series of images :)
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sirbird · 3 months
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Dadbod!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)
Can't stop thinking about big boy Miggy so here's a little light body worship for chubby Miguel which leads into some more serious body worship 😈 Content: Cock Warming, Messy Oral, Swallowing. (Reader is GN, no mention of characteristics on reader.)
Word count: 1,400
‘Mmf—How long are you planning on keeping this up, exactly?’
You grunted in response to Miguel’s tired question, as you were unable to speak.
You were sat on his lap on his old couch, the one where the understuffed cushions sank down so hard that it seemed to swallow people whole, and your head was nestled into his chest.
You were smooshing your face between his pecs, your soft eager giggles muffles by his loose shirt. They were huge. Rounded and squishy, perfect mounds that you could cup from beneath with your fingers before sliding your palms up to move them up and down. They were weighted in your hands, heavy and warm.
You buried your face in hard and heard him chuckle.
‘Oye, ten cuidade.’
You felt his firm hand shifting your head aside until he could see you, tutting a little as you strained in his palm. ‘I don’t want you- at, at- I don’t want you, amor, making me- ticklish, because I don’t want to accidentally hit you again. Hm?’
His hands were rough, easily able to fit around your entire skull, and you could feel his calloused thumb on your forehead. You could feel the little bump where his claw would usually come out.
‘Hmph.’ You shrugged and leaned back to appear obedient. ‘This is what you get for being so mean to yourself. What did I tell you about those snide comments? Gotta make sure you feel loved.'
You caught his smile, that rugged but strangely coy little tilt in one corner as he turned to look around your head. ‘Ahuh. That’s what you’re doing, is it?’
‘Yes. But—fine. I’ll be nice to the rest of you as well then.’
Miguel closed his eyes and shook his head in a kind of amused exasperation. You watched as he sank his face into his hand, lightly squishing the rough flesh on his thickset jaw between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Mhm. Go ahead. But like I said, careful, okay? That’s my only stipulation, don’t make me move to the other couch.’
You pressed in close and kissed his cheek with a light laugh. ‘So pretty’ you whispered against his skin. Despite him trying to downplay it, you saw his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.
You continued your praise from there, running your hands over every part you could. The hard, muscled slopes between his neck and shoulders, the smooth squish of his biceps, moving down back to his chest and his plush belly beneath it.
His stomach was stocky and curved, as was his thickened waist. You stroked over it before slipping your hand beneath his shirt to get closer. He was warm, his skin covered in a thick unkempt layer of dark hair which you eagerly ran your fingers through. You stroked him back and forth until his eyes drooped, a sign that the repetitive motion was starting to relax him.
‘Mm… You really like doing that, huh’ he said, his voice dipping into a husky murmur as he reached for your head. You let him scratch your scalp as you ran your hands down from his stomach to his thighs. They were just as thick, with the firm, smooth muscles accentuated by the fat, the perfect lap for you to sit on. He continued scratching your scalp until you shivered.
‘Mm.’ His soft, affectionate grunts gave you butterflies.
Your hand moved back up, tracing the thin fabric of his loose pants back up to the soft pouch of his belly right above his pelvis. You noted how his shirt was just a little too small and purred.
‘Pretty, pretty man’ you cooed a second time.
Your hands drifted further, and further, until they brushed over the hefty package between those perfect thighs. He shuddered.
‘Ah- hey, careful’ Miguel said. His voice had cracked from just one brush, which told you he was already on edge.
You bit your lip. It looked so perfectly presented for you, with your own thighs framing it and the loose fabric of his pyjama’s highlighting every curve and contour. You brushed the tip again.
‘Ah…’ Miguel’s breathing got a little harder. ‘Fuck.’
You watched it twitch beneath the thin fabric, and truly couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You stroked it again, once, twice, three times, before pulling his pants down and grasping it semi-hard in your fist.
‘F-Fuck, ah—feels so good’ Miguel dumbly blurted.
You pumped his shaft a few times, admiring how it looked slowly growing erect in your hand. It was thick like the rest of him, girthy and uncut on a bed of dark hair. As you fisted his throbbing rod you used your other hand to stroke that little sensitive spot on the underside of his balls, which immediately made him squirm.
‘MM—uh- f-fuck, you’re so good at that.’ His breathy little curses made you giddy.
You pumped him while stroking his belly again, feeling how warm and broad and squishy he was, admiring the way your hand sank into his stomach while his cock leaked pearly little pre-cum drops all down your hand, until you could take it no more.
You shifted from his lap and licked his shaft, once, before devouring it whole with your desperate little mouth.
Your mouth was filled instantly with the warm taste and feel of skin as you sucked him off, and you were gifted with the sound of his low groan.
‘Fuck- ah, y-you sure? Right now?’ Miguel panted. You shot him a glance with his shaft halfway into your mouth before silently sliding a few more inches in, taking as much as you could before he started choking you. His thighs shook and he collapsed back into the couch.
‘Ah- ah, okay. You’re sure. Fuck, that’s heaven.’
Your nose kept gently bumping his stomach as you arched your neck back and forth. You had to grab and squeeze his side for stability as you got more frantic, more ravenous with your sloppy mouth movements. His deep, breathy moans were like hot honey being poured over your head.
‘Mmm..mm.’
He felt so good. He tasted so good. You squeezed your thighs together for stimulation; the soft throbbing in your nether regions was insatiable.
You released his waist and moved your hands back down to his cock. You ran your fingers down through the thick matt of hair and up to stroke the base of his shaft, a move that caused his leg to shake and stamp.
‘M-Mm- o-okay, okay, you are- making me feel real loved. You win. Okay? You win’ Miguel breathily panted, that dumb smile still clear on his face. You look up and smiled with his cock still in your mouth.
‘Ay Dios Mio’ he panted in response, as your eyes met over the soft ridges of his body. His hand instinctively gripped your head. ‘Feeling—really, loved—’
He started to buck his hips to get deeper. You gripped his thighs for support, your nails digging right into the thick, rough skin. The slip of his cock pounding back and forth across your tongue and down your throat was orgasmic.
You relished in the power of his pumps. He was holding back, trying not to hurt you, but even when restrained he was straining your jaw. You loved the way he bounced when he moved like this. You clung to him tight.
‘Fuck I’m—close, okay— y-you wanna finish in my hand, or—’
To answer his question you practically swallowed his cock back into your throat, leaning in until your forehead was smooshed against the soft mound of his stomach. Your hand went down to stroke his sweet spot again as you drew him to completion.
He grunted, hard, his hips bucking involuntarily. You heard his claws rip the couch lining.
‘F-f—AH, f-fuck—’
With one final groan his lips fell open and he pumped his load into your mouth. It was thick, as you’d expected, and you struggled to take it all as it coated your tongue and cheeks, but the feel of that thick shaft throbbing and pulsing on your tongue was too good to give up. You let him empty himself into you.
Once he was done you pulled back and diligently swallowed it, a sight which made him weak all over again. He rushed to tenderly wipe the mess from your lips and chin.
‘Mi amor, me vuelves loco’ he groaned. You just lovingly buried your face into his palm.
‘Now, ah…. your turn?’ he asked softly, his fangs flashing behind his lips.
‘Yes, please’ you panted back. ‘Holy fuck—please.’
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