Look how hot my wife is.
We all know Xaden loves his Violet a top on him
Art by @artoffrostandflame on Instragram
Stranger Things
occasionally subtle

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if i look back, i am lost
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Acquired Stardust
Sade Olutola

Discoholic 🪩
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
d e v o n
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@ninthcircleofhell
Look how hot my wife is.
We all know Xaden loves his Violet a top on him
Art by @artoffrostandflame on Instragram
"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."
“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 🥹
Sgaeyl, Tairn, Xaden and Violet - Fourth Wing
Artist: @giannyfili
Fourth Wing fake tweets p2 bc these are fun to make lol / Part 1
Fourth wing fake tweets !! /Part 2
this was the most entertaining book i've read in a while...it was so fun😭
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
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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-
Fourth Wing Recommendations
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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*
Fourth Wing fake tweets p2 bc these are fun to make lol / Part 1
Fourth wing fake tweets !! /Part 2
this was the most entertaining book i've read in a while...it was so fun😭
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )
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.”