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Look how hot my wife is.

We all know Xaden loves his Violet a top on him

Art by @artoffrostandflame on Instragram

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"I will not leave innocent people to die, no matter what side of the border they live on. I will not let my squadmates risk their lives while I run, despite the plea I see in Xaden's eyes."

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“𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞“

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Art by @howlsjk

Commissioned by me

Book fourth wing by @rebeccayarros

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I can’t thank enough @howlsjk for how incredible this commission is!

I love violet so much, I completely fell in love with her character and her will to survive 😭 she was so strong and watch her grow into the woman we saw at the end of the book was marvelous ♥️

I can’t wait for what the next book awaits for her 🥹

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Sgaeyl, Tairn, Xaden and Violet - Fourth Wing

Artist: @giannyfili

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Fourth Wing fake tweets p2 bc these are fun to make lol / Part 1

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Fourth wing fake tweets !! /Part 2

this was the most entertaining book i've read in a while...it was so fun😭

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Flying lessons ✨

Pinterest study and new brushset test but make it Fourth Wing because dragons are my new artistic obsession

Characters inspired by Tairn and Andarna from Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

‼️DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION!

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me, age five, watching dragon tales: wow i love dragons!

me, age nine, watching how to train your dragon: wow i love dragons!

me, age twelve, reading wings of fire: wow i love dragons!

me, age fourteen, watching the dragon prince: wow i love dragons!

me, age fifteen, reading eragon: wow i love dragons!

me, age nineteen, reading fourth wing: wow i lov-

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Fourth Wing Recommendations

Smut: *

Xaden Riorson

Keeping Score*

Violence In My Mind, Violet In My Bed*

Choose To Feel*

Chocolate*

Let This Be Enough*

Blood Is Running Deep, Somethings Never Sleep*

Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder*

Skies And Violet*

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Fourth Wing fake tweets p2 bc these are fun to make lol / Part 1

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Fourth wing fake tweets !! /Part 2

this was the most entertaining book i've read in a while...it was so fun😭

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facefing + pet names “princesa, cariño, amor, chiquita” + gentle mio

"knees" is all he rasps out, and you're digging them into the ground, gazing up at him through fluffy lashes, letting him cup and caress your face with his worn but gentle hands.

"so eager, mi amor. missed me?" you nod gently— his thumb meeting your plump, puffy lips, pushing its way in when you part them for him, "missed you too, chiquita."

he's tired. hair overgrown n messy, blanketing the back of his neck, eye bags deeper, darker than you remembered. you want to take care of him. take care of his needs, make him feel good, let him use you so you whine out his name, pulling on his sweatpants like a needy lil pup.

"mhm, i know, cariño," he hums, tugging off his pants, watching your big, glowy eyes follow his fat cock as it slaps against his chest, sticky precum sliding down his veins.

you can't help but squirm seeing him like this. his chest perfectly carved, bunny trail peppering up to his belly button.

"do want you want with me, im all yours, ma." he knows you'll take care of him.

and you do, too, chewing on your bottom lip as you take him in your hands.

he's so hot and heavy— throbbing just at the feeling of your soft palms wrapping around the base of him. it's been too long. way too long. he's already groaning when you slowly move up and down his cock, using his pretty mess as lube.

"miguel.." you sigh before pressing your warm tongue against his leaky, blushing tip, watching him squirm and flinch above you, his thick eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of your soft, wet mouth.

and you're taking him just how he likes— loud and sloppy, globs of spit dripping down your chin as his thick cock massages the back of your perfect little throat.

"f-fuck," he huffs, grabbing your head, "take it all the way, princesa, all the way," he's pushing you down his cock, watching your pretty pupils roll back, tears lining your docile eyes.

"love when you gag on it, fuck” he pulls you off, letting you catch your breath, smearing the spit all over your warm cheeks, "so messy, chiquita."

you can feel your pussy clench and flutter around nothing, needy for him.

his head dips back, cheeks bright n flush when you take him back in your mouth, chest caving; he's so close, panting and whimpering for you, his knees growing weak.

"fuck.. s-swallow me, that's it, pretty girl.”

after a few more messy bobs of your head, he's shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat, sloppily thrusting into your mouth as you swallow all of him. sucking him through his high.

"you always make me feel so good, chiquita."

he pulls you up, and you ignore the stinging in your knees as you kiss him, his hand finding your throat giving it soft, gentle squeezes.

"i want you to ride me, baby, ride me like i'm yours."

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miguel cock warming u whileteaching u spanish everytime you get something right he lets you ride him

cckwarming + pet names “mi vida, mama” + lots of praise + overstim.

“muy bien, baby.. keep going.”

your heads fuzzy— pussy nice n full as he bounces you up and down his thick cock. “c’mon pretty girl, let me hear it,” he whispers, softly kissing your warm ears while you squirm, knots forming in your stomach.

all you can do is moan his name— so desperate and whiny while his big, calloused hands dig into your soft waist, leaving little marks.

he’s pushing his hips up to meet you, and it’s so messy. your sweet slick all over his stomach and your thighs, warm and wet, coating the both of you.

“i c-can’t”

he’s quick to respond, holding you down, letting you feel all of him, each and every inch— your pussy squeezing around him— embracing him just the way he likes.

“yes, you can, amor. you’re doing so good, mi vida. keep trying”

he shows you the sentence again, waiting for your translation, watching you force your brain to work for him.

your eyes grow big and glossy, “it- is it, how was your day?” you look up at him, and he’s smiling so sweetly as if he hasn’t been guiding you up and down his sensitive cock for hours, not letting you cum— building you up.

“see, baby, you did it,” he hums, letting his hands leave your waist to slowly massage your swollen clit. “mmm, that’s enough for today. come sit on my face, mama; you deserve a reward.”

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Intimacy

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: Lack of intimacy after childbirth can weigh a relationship down. Thankfully, Miguel always finds new ways to keep the spark alive.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’hara x spider-woman!reader

Warnings: 18+. Lactation kink. Fangs. Implied breeding kink. A comprehensive study on intimacy with Miguel O’hara.

“She’s finally sound asleep.”

Holding back a yawn as you entered the living room, you were promptly met with a very heavy-eyed Miguel O’hara on the couch, enjoying the comforts of home.

“Thank you,” he said truthfully, straightening up lightly in his seat. “Come here.”

You paced towards him, lazily settling on his lap, both legs framing his as two big and warm hands sprawled across your back, pulling you into an embrace.

Instinctively, your eyes fluttered shut once cheek came to rest on his shoulder, taking in his body warmth and enjoying the steady heartbeat that drummed against your chest.

You figured you might just fall asleep and don’t fight against it. Taking care of a baby had been taking a toll on you both as of late, but it was to be expected.

Still, you missed moments like this. No talking, just feeling right at home in a silent embrace.

Miguel planted a few kisses to the back of your neck, but they were void of any sexual bearing. You knew what he meant with those. Absolute gratitude and devotion.

“Next time, I’ll put her to sleep,” he muttered under his breath.

“Hmm.”

His hands glided along your back, fingertips applying just enough pressure to raise goosebumps across your skin.

“I mean it.”

“You’re also tired,” you drawled out with a yawn, body slumping fully into him. “Work and all that…”

Another tender kiss. “But I have responsibilities here, too.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“You taught me how.”

Point taken.

Silent seconds ticked by and you shifted on his lap into a more comfortable position, ready to enter the valley of dreams.

“I miss you,” he said all of a sudden.

His hands settled on your arms to straighten you, a pair of red eyes encasing yours.

“I miss us.”

Miguel wasn’t a man to deliver empty words as filler, so you knew that he genuinely meant it, which had your heart to skip a beat.

His digital suit began to fragment and reced, exposing the skin underneath. Your placed your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles flex under your touch.

He was so handsome. Almost unfairly so.

“Let me kiss you,” he whispered.

You nodded, bringing your lips to meet his in a lazy kiss as you dragged your fingers along his hair, earning a moan of approval.

It was a slow and steady kiss. You were in no hurry and wanted to make the most of this rare opportunity.

One of his hands slid to grope your breast and you felt him groan against you lips, breaking contact.

His half-hooded eyes were now on your chest, and as you followed his line of sight, you realised what had caught his attention.

Your shirt was getting soaked with milk.

Damn.

Two round damp spots spread across the fabric that covered each nipple, and you felt instant embarrassment take over. “Sorry… wanted to pump before putting her to bed, but she—”

“Don’t ever apologise for this,” he silenced you at once.

You tried to slide off the couch to fix yourself, but he kept you in place with both hands gripping your waist, pushing you down on him.

“Stay.”

Oh?

“I’ll help.”

Oh.

“Miguel…”

Masterful fingers worked their way down the buttons of your nightgown to reveal your heaving breasts.

You knew that look on his face.

Hunger.

“So full,” he said more to himself, cupping both of them softly.

A few droplets coated both nipples and he brushed the pad of his thumbs along the sensitive skin, earning a jerk from you.

The tingling between your legs emerged in full force from just the sight of him staring at you like he could devour you whole.

He craned his neck just enough to capture one nipple with his lips before latching hungrily.

The overwhelming sensation was enough to have you clinging to his broad shoulders for support. You squeezed your eyes shut and gasped once you felt him sucking gently.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the growing pressure between your legs from his hardening cock.

“Be gentle,” you moaned, caressing his cheek that would rhythmically hollow as he downed your milk.

“Hmmm.”

Then your hand came to his neck and you gently gripped it, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with each gulp.

You stared adoringly at him, slowly grinding into his covered cock. A raw groan reverberated through his throat, and you could tear your eyes away from the sight of the warm liquid pooling in the corner of his mouth.

The latch was just perfect and felt too good.

You brought your hand to caress his face once more, brushing a few strands of his hair away.

“You’re so good…” you moaned.

His cock twitched at your praise, and you could feel the wetness damping his own underwear. Now he was the one leaking for you, his body full on auto-pilot as precum readied him for more.

A couple of droplets began to run down his chin, dripping and drenching his underwear.

“No fangs…”

You’d felt them grazing your skin lightly, but you couldn’t really blame Miguel. His fangs would emerge from either extreme anger or blinding pleasure. A roll from your hips with added pressure was enough to tear his lips from your nipple, head falling back and mouth parting with a raw moan.

He bared both sets of fangs as both hands gripped your waist. Your own mouth dropped open as haziness filled your vision, absolutely revelling in seeing your own milk dripping from his lips and down his muscular neck.

“Fuck,” he grunted, eyes squeezed shut.

You hurried to collect some of the beads of milk from his skin, but Miguel intercepted you midway, capturing you into a searing kiss. His tongue hurriedly slipped past your lips and you tasted sweetness.

Parting yourself from him, you focused on the grind of your hips and Miguel snapped open his crimson eyes, lust dilating his pupils.

“I’m not… I’m not…” he mumbled incoherently, too lost in his pleasure. “I’m not… lasting…”

You leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I’m surprised you lasted this long,” you whispered seductively, pressing a quick kiss to the pulse point on his neck. “So much stamina…”

Miguel was a sucker for praise and it was the easiest and fasted way to get him to crumble.

Your clit rubbed against his covered cock in a steady rhythm as more droplets of milk kept dripping from your nipples. Your eyes roamed along his chest that was glistening as beads of white liquid streamed down.

Suddenly, Miguel pulled you into him, your breasts now squeezed in between you two, more liquid pouring out.

He titled your head and immediately latched his lips against your neck, fangs nearly puncturing the flushed skin.

“You ride me so good,” he murmured hungrily against you.

A moan tangled in your throat and your hips surged to encourage his, ruthlessly intensifying the pleasure. Miguel picked up the speed again and you felt each burst of bliss at every thrust and desperate to feel the next.

Your orgasm was upon you faster than you had expected, the sense of urgency in his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Miguel… Miguel…” you moaned, your panties completely drenched.

“Inside… please…”

Desperate fingers clawed at your underwear, sliding it to the side as the tip of his cock nudged at your entrance. He slid inside effortlessly, bottoming up in an instant, and after a moment he gave a harsh cry and shoved himself so deeply and tightly against you that you gasped, clenching hard around him.

Miguel buried his face in the crook of your neck in a failed attempt to muffle his groans.

He kept grinding and rocking against you with stifled grunts, spurting hotly inside.

Only the sounds of your harsh breathing followed, and you sank against him weakly as if drained of all energy.

A familiar waile filled the room, making you wince.

“Shit… were we too loud?” you asked, trying to ease your breathing.

Miguel was still buried deep inside you, beads of sweat rolling down his face. “I’ll go check on her.”

You could tell he reluctantly slid out, easing you on your back. The sudden emptiness made you clench involuntarily, and you felt some of his warm cum spilling

“Keep it in,” he said, pressing your legs together as he planted a kiss to your forehead.

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A literal mess

— Miguel loses himself when he reaches his limits, you're just happy to be part of it to see it all go down

Tw: Sex with no plot, husband and wife relationship, she/her pronouns for reader, Miguel is whiny and talkative, grab your translators 'cause i speak spanish.

— Ah.. No puedo más, no puedo más~

The words slip out of his mouth before his brain even registers them, the only thing that seemed meditated was the rough tugging at your hips to keep you pressed against his crotch and the sloppy bucking of his hips.

His forearms and forehead pressed against the bed's headboard , aware enough of the sharp talons scratching the wood to contain himself from doing something stupid.

As careful and self aware he could be right now it was only a matter of time for his brain to turn into putty and forget all about him not being just a regular human, fucking into you like some needy animal.

Tongue lolling out, red eyes rolled back, his sweaty frame hovering over you completely, sharp fangs that itched to bite and keep you still, he was a complete mess.

But the hottest thing about him going pussy drunk, lost in pleasure was that he couldn't shut up.

Going from quiet moans and manly groans to a soft voice, sweet and whiny gasps and all that he felt like saying in his blissful state of mind.

He spoke Spanish regularly, at work, in the comfort of your house doing domestic chores and/or nothing but it became worse (better) when in bed.

— What's wrong, Papi? Cumming already?

You kept feeding onto it.

"What else can he say?"

"How far can it go?"

"How much can i ruin him?"

"Is it possible for him to get louder?"

He moans at the pet name, a hot shock climbing up his spine. He was going to regret the day he taught you those words. His thighs shake under yours, he was no longer pushing his cock into you, opting to calm down a few seconds, it was too early for him to cum, he was too sensitive.

— N- no morena, just catching my breath. Eso es todo...

— You sure? We can tap out, if you'd li-

His talons grip your body, one hand on your waist and the other around your ankle, slamming you fully on his dick. If the air hadn't been knocked out of your lungs, the most loud and meant-to-be-in-a-pornographic-film scream would have left your throat.

— Aquí... Me quiero quedar aquí, like this between your legs.

His hips stutter before moving again and he loses it, once again.

Your ears are filled with the mushy sound of his dick rearranging your insides and the loud, whiny praises that he sings with his head hidden in the space between your shoulder and neck. Miguel pushes his body upwards, changing the position and now your knees are centimeters away from touching your forehead.

—Ay, espérate Miguel-!

You whine and tap his thigh rapidly in protest but he's so lost your voice sounds distant. You give up, holding your thighs open and letting your knees rest next to your head.

His eyes are closed shut, the insatiable slamming of his hips against your ass was the only thing keeping him dozing out. He pants your name, exhausted but not giving in until you're ruining the bed sheets with your love juice.

— You're a mess, Migi~

You say but you're both panting, moaning and sweaty all over each other. He chuckles.

— Si? Qué más? Te gusta que me esté desmoronando así encima de ti? Eres una maldita pervertida, dime si me equivoco~

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your pussy squeezes around his dick greedily and you hear him lose his breath.

— Pervertida? Yo? Look at you, Migi!

His thrusts become sloppier, fat cock twitching inside you and you squeeze his forearm that rests on the bed next to you.

— I'm not denying it, imposible que lo haga cuando se siente tan rico y mi esposa se ve... Tan bonita~

His left eye twitches and his nose scrunches when his balls start emptying in you, a loud round of Si, si, si and me vengo, Morena! leaving his lips.

He talks you through it, watching your face contour in pleasure and he feels like cumming for a second time when your gummy walls squeeze him so harshly and your pussy gushes all over him.

He pulls his dick out when it stops throbbing painfully and he goes back to his senses but all he has the energy for is to lay next to you and pull your body closer.

— I didn't hurt you, did I?

His eyebrows twitching when he asks, still not in full control of his body. You whine.

— Aww, is it over? No more spanish?

He laughs, pinching your hip lovingly and giving you a quick peck as he falls asleep.

— Vete a dormir, Mami.

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nsfw dni = +17 // miguel o’hara

thinking about pussy-whipped miguel who accidentally overstimulates both himself and you. it’s been weeks since he was last able to touch you— blowing off steam through the phone wasn’t enough for him.

“echaba de menos esto, cariño.” he mumbled against your ankle with his hands pinning your knees towards your chest as he fucked into your cunt. watching the way it greedily swallowed his dick whole, “i’m not the only one who missed something.” his lips curled upwards into a face eating grin as your mouth opened in silent moans.

“aquí mami?” his hips angled at your sweet spot, thrusting deeper as the veins of his dick dragged against your sensitive walls. “fuckk yes.” your angelic voice whined as he thrusted into that perfect spot— feeling warm sparks of pleasure build through your core as your clit begged to be touched.

your pussy clenched around him causing his thrust to falter before speeding back up, “f-fuckk.” he groaned, thrusting harsher than before. he was so close to cumming, the way his dick twitched inside of you as his heavy balls smacked your ass.

“mmmmhph.” small mewls fell from your lips, “ooh shit. c-cumming.” he shot his load inside of you as your core tightened, sending pleasurable waves through your body. “nghh m’too.”

his thrust steadily continued as if he didn’t just cum, “w-wait mig- mphh!” he pounded into your tight cunt, drunk on the way your pussy took his dick so perfectly. “damn.” he grunted leaning into your chest as his lips latched onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before softly nibbling on it. “m-mig!” you could feel another approaching orgasm, your small hands tighten around his forearms as your head hit the pillow, being pulled through your second heated orgasm.

a white creamy ring coated around his cock as he fucked the both of your guy’s heat together. “s’much fuck.” your pussy fluttered around his dick uncontrollably.

“hahh, sorry..” miguel muttered, trailing off as he began thrusting at an animalistic pace— fucking you into the mattress.

“one more for me angel.”

an: if i used aquí right please pat me on the back, that’s the only phrase i didn’t use a translator for ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )

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A little spicy scenario for Miguel O’Hara

In his office, you were riding his thigh as he worked - or he tried to act like it. A poor attempt given he had been staring at the same screen since you started.

“Come on, Miguel,” you groaned. You had been feeling needy all day, and after your mission, you needed a way to relax. “A quickie before anyone knows.”

“I said later,” he huffed, typing away at screens and looking over reports.

Later.

You huffed, crossing your arms. Now, what? You luckily did not have to dwell long before an idea struck. One to satisfy yourself, and get underneath his skin. A win win.

You quickly straddled his lap, completely unbothered by his minor protests. “If you won’t then I will.”

Those were the last thing either of you said before you started. His jaw tensed, teeth grinded, as he listened to you, to your heavy panting. He relented somewhat. One of his hands gripped your hip - his talons gently poked at you - as he very softly guided you. Your forehead rested into his shoulder, as you whined so closely to his ear.

God, how could he focus now?

Your soft moans and cries, your panting, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your obvious attempt to finish as you sped up but can’t quite get there, it all riled him up. It all went straight through him. The bulge in suit becoming more and more apparent with every agonizing second.

Fine.

He clenched his thigh.

You immediately whined, “Miguel.”

He instantly turned his head, burying his face into your neck. His hot breath made you shiver. His lips brushed over your skin, and began to place sloppy kisses up and down. Both hands now grabbed your hips as you continued to rock. He quickly yanked you harshly picking up your own pace. “I know, I know,” he whispered. “Let me help.”