#painted backgrounds are cunts

[mghostship]

#okami #okami amaterasu #issun #digital painting #ugh this was collecting dust starting from this month #finished it though #painted backgrounds are cunts #not enough growth without pain #uglyghost

[ladygoth]

the fact that ghost cums his pants while eating out reeder is so hot

♱⋆♱ totally, a few licks in his cock stands tall and is already throbbing, he’s so eager to eat you, he becomes so selfish with it, possessively holding you against him so you can’t run off due to over-stimulation.

♱⋆♱ so many positions he has put you in, just to get a good lick---a good tongue fuck and he would love it when he feels your fingers grip his short strands, your whimpers in the background would turn him on so much, fucking your cunt against his lips while he sucks on your swollen nub.

♱⋆♱ and he would slurp so loud, desperate to get every nectar between your thighs, gripping your legs close to him so your locked around him while he flicks his tongue against your clit. and already he could feel some of his white load seep out of his cock, his juices coating his width while his shaft continues to throb. and to make his self-orgasm more intense he would hump his hard dick against the bed, fantasising of the many ways he would fuck you later on.

♱⋆♱ he wouldnt be ashamed that eating you out makes him cum, he'd be so prideful, moaning against your bud as he climaxes, his sticky load painting his length and the bed he eats you out on, his thumb gliding against his slit as he continues to orgasm.

♱⋆♱ there was a time he had videoed himself eating you out and God watching the re-play had turned him on so bad, watching his tongue swipe around your hearth had made him feel intensely lustful, pushing him to wrap his large hand around his member and pleasure himself.

♱⋆♱ when he's deployed all he could think about is how once he returns back home to you, he'd spread your legs open and fix his face between your legs, pushing you into a turmoil of ludicrous lust while he mumbles sweet words against your sex, "baby," he'd moan. "Taste so good," he'd compliment before locking his lips around your cunt again, his mouth completely lost between your skin before hungrily moving his mouth up and down.

♱⋆♱ afterwards, you'd find it funny, big bad simon riley whipped over pussy, once he finally pushes his head away from you almost his entire face would be coated with your natural nectar and cum; thus infatuated, you'd pull yourself closer to him, kissing him and having a taste of what he goes crazy for.

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#simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley ghost #ghost cod #ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost #simon #lemon #smut

[kyunzin]

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞

✰ characters ✰ 𝐇. 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐅.𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐊. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐮

✰ summary ✰ you miss them and ask for a video

✰tags/warnings✰ (most of this is only mentioned), nsfw, higuruma {breeding kink, degradation, blowjob, dumbification}, toji {public masturbation, degradation, breeding kink, riding}, shiu {cockwarming, praise, edging, cum stuffing, orgasm denial}

𝐇. 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢

✰ doesn’t put much effort into it but gives you what you want anyway

“this what you wanted?”

the phone is angled up towards him as he languidly strokes his cock till its standing up with a little bit of pre coming out of the tip, looking down at the camera with a bored stare. he knew that you weren’t going to last long without him but he didn’t expect it this soon.

“I haven’t even been gone a few days and you already miss me or is it my cock that you miss?”

he continues with the same slow pace never looking away from the camera as pleasure builds up. he hast had to use his hands in a while due to you always being readily accessible. he’d become accustomed to being in your presence for too long forgetting what it’s like to not be able to fuck you.

“wish this was you instead of my hand. know you’d suck it like the good slut that you are right?”

the vision of you on your knees before him has his head dropping back as he lets out a low groan of frustration , knowing that heel have to wait a bit longer before he can feel you choking around his cock again.

“cant wait to get back home and fuck you stupid till you can only remember how to scream my name”

his volume soon picks up as he tightens his hold around his cock, letting a string curses leave his lips. it’s not long before he’s spilling into his hand painting his hand and stomach in his seed.

“what a waste, this should have been stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt”

𝐅. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

✰ he slips inside a bathroom stall while he’s in public.

“look at what you have me doing, just to please you “

he stationed his phone on top of the toilet seat, giving you nearly a full view of his body, while he leans against the stall door. his pants are pooled around his ankles while his hard cock hangs above his briefs.

“know you’d fuck- ride me like a pro if I was sat on the seat”

he leans his head back against the door of the stall eyes closing, circling the tip of his dripping cock with his thumb as he most likely envisions the two of you in that position. he enjoyed letting you do most of the work and he found that that was the best way to hear it, letting you bounce on his cock relentlessly.

“bet you’d let me fuck you right here in this dirty stall like a cheap whore”

pulling up his tight shirt, letting his nipple piercings free as he uses his other free hand to tweak one like you would usually do. it also serves as a way to muffle his moans even though his heavy breathing would be enough to alert anyone who was paying close attention.

“really miss your tight little cunt wrapped around me”

the hand that was previously pinching his nipple now fondles his balls whilst he begins to furiously jerk his his cock letting the slick sounds resonate through the small space. he soon doubles over spilling his cum into his hand and letting some drop to the floor.

“look how much cum could have been kept inside you if only you’d been patient and waited until I got home”

𝐊. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐮

✰ plans to punish you for being impatient

"cant even go a couple of days without me can you?"

all that's visible in the video is his face but from is laboured breaths and flushed cheeks you can tell what's going on behind the camera. even though he teases you for being desperate he feels unsatisfied without you, knowing that it would be better if you were there for him to fuck.

"these meetings are so boring. you should be here to keep me warm, kneeling under my desk, keeping me all the way down your throat. know would swallow it all like a good girl"

you can hear the slick noises of him jerking his cock in the background, the slick noises of is hand sliding up and down his thick cock that you used to struggle to take all the way, but after sitting on is cock for a long time it was if your pussy remembered the shape of his cock.

"you wanna see what you're missing out on baby?"

the camera flips and you can see is spit soaked cock, an angry shade of red at the tip nearly overflowing with pre cum. his whole and stokes up and down in slow fluid motions, in his tight grip you can see the thick veins running up the side.

"i've stopped myself from cumming so many times now. when i get back i'm gonna fuck you full and you're not allowed to cum, since all you need is my cum to be satisfied. right?"

his pace intensifies but is grip loosens as is groan starts to pick up in volume and you can hear a few curses leave his lips when he sporadically squeezes his cock. then he suddenly lets go watching as small beads of cum drip from the tip

"when i get home you better be ready for me to fill you with this, I've stored up so much for you baby"

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

#✰𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒✰ #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji smut #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #higuruma smut #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #higuruma x reader #shiu kong #shiu smut #shiu x reader #shiu jjk

[corollaservant]

(18+) jjk, f!reader, m.masturbation, perv-ish but its Choso

I think we can unanimously agree that's Choso.

Bro has no idea how to navigate through socials only following your account and a kittendailyposts page for his dopamine reels so of course when the pinkorangey story pops up he opens it in a nanosecond. The picture isn't even all that, you think as you post, a sideway selfie of your face only showing bits of your arms in a tanktop, you were laid out in bed bored and snapped one to send him but the lighting was too good, it was around the time the sun set so it blurred out the background and showed less definition. He's flustered cause he thinks you look so fucking good, your face does something to him and he feels blood rushing south, you have such a nice smile.

yoy look so ficking goodn here

He slides in your dms, you look at the funny text confused.

babe why are you typing like this??

You ask him and he takes a solid 4 minutes to snap back, softly grazing his fingertips across his sweatpants, his phone on his left palm between his spread thighs. His thumb is stuck on the story as it's turning white from the pressure he's applying so it doesn't go away and he is still lightly stroking himself. He feels like a perv as he groans, bringing his phone screen dirty from his fingerprints close to his boxer briefs and rubbing the face on his screen to himself.

Cho, are you there?

The notification appears and disappears quickly, he doesn't want to stop and is embarrassed to write you back at the moment, he thinks of your pretty lips on his tip, your eyes looking up at him as his cock slides in your mouth and he fists his cock fully out and erect fast. His pre leaking from the slit lubricates and helps his work but it's nowhere near as pleasurable as the sensation of your warm wet tongue and saliva on him and he hisses. He thinks of your glistening cunt, cute twitching folds for all the times you patiently waited for him to bring his cock up your entrance and push it all the way inside, he remembers your body jerking and being moved up and down the mattress as he thrusted in your sweet walls, you squeezed him inside like you didn't want to ever let him go and he pumps his shaft faster as he allows himself to whimper- no one listens anyway. He brings his hand holding the phone close to his bare and wet cock, not caring about the fluids on the screen, the sensation of his palm and the phone's flat surface on it feels weirdly good, he makes a mental note, as his mind is now flooded with images of your face when you orgasm. Mouth slightly open and cute soft moans, teary eyes, you always kiss him as you mewl on his mouth while he ruts in you sloppily, biting his lip and he always groans too loud, you squeeze him and the exchange goes back and forth until he feels you tremble on his cock and make such lewd sounds that drive him insane. Your slick on him being the final straw as he cums inside moaning along with you. He never holds back on his whimpers, you elicit vocal, almost primal reactions from him each time you allow him to enter you.

Without realising it he snaps out of his wet dream panting only to see his phone screen painted white, your instagram story still on it as his load drips down your virtual face like some hyperrealistic painting.

Fuck, he thinks.

It takes him 15 minutes to get back to you (cleaning up took half of that time) and he opens your message to respond.

You look really good.

That's what I meant baby.

#jujutsu kaisen #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x you #jjk smut #corollaservant

[saetoru]

JUJUTSU KAISEN + SENDING YOU VIDEOS MASTURBATING

☰ CHARACTERS ⋮ gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, okkotsu yuta

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, male + female masturbation (handjobs + fingering), sexting + phone sex, overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, doll, princess, pretty girl)

— notes ⋮ this took me way longer than it should have bc i kept getting distracted reading satosugu fics sdjkhsdf

𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

he sends them for attention—which is a surprise to no one, but gojo satoru is anything but a straightforward guy, so he lets you know he needs you to focus on him through a video of his large hand pumping his thick cock, tip reddened and pre cum oozing from the slit while he no doubt moans extra whiny in the background. you watch his hand pump his girth and squeeze at the base while your pupils dilate and your thighs clamp together, feeling the familiar ache bloom between your legs. 

and then his cock twitches, his thighs quiver, and he calls your name brokenly while he cums, “f-fuck, jus’ not the same as that pretty little pussy of yours, sweetheart,” he groans, “gonna kill a guy here.”

he lets out a strained gasp as thick ropes of cum coat his hand and abs, glistening over his pulsing length as he smears it over himself while he fucks his fist through his high. the camera is shaky as he films himself while he desperately drags his palm over his sensitive dick, but you can tell he’s just the slightest bit frustrated—spoiled, even—that it’s not the same as your tight walls or your warm mouth as you fondle his balls like he’s used to. 

and just when you think he’s done, there’s another photo under the video, his flushed and sweaty face with his hair clinging to his forehead as he grins. gonna come drop by sweetheart?

𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

sends you a text in the middle of the night, almost like he knows you’re about to fall asleep. you watch through sleep-hazed eyes—widening them a fraction when his fat tip, pink and glistening with his pre cum pops up on the screen, his thumb rubbing through his slit as he lets out a shaky exhale. 

“god, baby,” he murmurs against the speaker, the sound of his voice alone enough to make your clit throb and your pussy clench around nothing, “miss you so bad. wish you were here,” he groans, and with a few more slow drags of his fist over his cock, he cums with breathy gasps, panting into the phone as he murmurs your name like it's you who’s made him paint his hand and abs white with his hot, sticky cum. “see this mess? ‘s all cause of you—can’t stop thinking about you,” he croaks. 

you watch with wide eyes as his cock twitches with each ribbon of cum that shoots from his tip, watch as his abs clench and his thighs shake with the force of his orgasm. and again, almost like he knows, his name pops up on the caller id just as your fingers sink into your dripping cunt, voice still breathless from his orgasm. 

“let me hear you, pretty girl,” he coos, whispering praise into your ear as you whine his name and curl your fingers into your folds.

𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

toji doesn’t know how to say i miss you. 

but he does know how to send his thick, purpled cock, angry and aching to release to show you he’s thinking of you. he grunts deep, and you can almost envision the way his scarred lips are parted as he groans low and drawn out just as he squeezes at the base of his cock and cums. he milks himself of every drop, breath ragged and hand shaking as he films himself. 

“fuckin’ hell, doll,” he grunts, “you know how much trouble ya are? sittin’ here and thinkin’ about how good ya always take me. bet you want that—bet ya miss cumming around my cock, don’tcha, doll?” you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but huff frustratedly as you feel yourself crave the drag of his thick cock as it splits you open, craving hearing his deep groans against your ear instead of through the speakers of your phone. 

with a frustrated sigh, you angle your phone as your fingers sink into your wet cunt, spreading yourself for him to see the way your folds glisten with your slick. you smile nice and sweet for the camera, biting your lip as you moan softly and rub a thumb over your clit. 

“think i’m doing just fine without you,” you grin, pressing send and waiting excitedly to rile him up.

𖧷 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

megumi only sends one because you beg—and he doesn’t really want to, but the way you send a video of your thumb and pointer pinching and rolling over your nipple, camera shifting to your pouty face as you whine a breathy “gumi, please?” convinces him. 

you giggle when you get a notification from him a while later, hurriedly opening your messages—and you’re glad you do because the sight of his flushed cock, stiff in his hand as he moans and lets soft whimpers slip while he fists his length hurriedly is well worth it. he’s always been sensitive, but right now he’s desperate—you can tell by the way his hips are bucking into his hand, the way his moans are whiny and come out as quick pants that cut off with the next as he gets closer and closer to his high. 

“f-fuck, can’t believe…” he cuts himself with a wanton moan, hips thrusting upwards into his fist as he squeezes around his swollen tip, “…can’t believe y-you convinced me to do this—sh-shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he croaks. 

and with a soft cry of your name, his voice cracking in the middle, he cums with a whimper while you watch him twitching with pleasure that spreads over his body. you stare with wide eyes and a quickened breath as thick ropes of cum coat his hands and his sweet moans ring through your ear. 

i’m never doing this again, he sends after, but you’re quick to send a picture of your slick folds, arousal coating the inside of your thighs from the mess between your legs to convince him that maybe it’s not so bad.

𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

yuta wants you to see how hard he is for you, wants you to see how even when he’s away, you still have enough power over him to make him throb between his legs and ache for release. 

he knows you’re sleeping, and he doesn’t want to bother you, but he can’t help himself from sending you a picture or two of the way his cock stands stiff and red, a bead of pre cum dribbling from his slit. and just as he feels himself get close, feels the familiar pressure in his tummy of the coil ready to snap, he can’t help but send a quick video as he cums for you, the squelching sound of his fist working his cock ringing through the room as his hand slaps against the base of his dick with every stroke. 

“fuck, angel—sh-shit, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry…couldn’t help it,” he pants, whining as he fucks into his fist and chases the sweet friction of his palm dragging over his aching length, “missed you so bad, j-jus’ had to cum for you—’s all for you,” he breathes, “always make me feel good. god, i miss you.” 

he strokes himself until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, until he’s calling your name brokenly one more time and he’s milked himself of every drop—and then he hits send with a  shaky thumb as he sighs, missing the warmth of your body beside him.

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

#✰ — teewrites. #✰ — thirstee hours. #hcs. #gojo x reader #geto x reader #toji x reader #megumi x reader #yuta x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #toji smut #megumi smut #yuta smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x you #geto x you #toji x you #megumi x you #yuta x you

[youraverageaemondsimp]

DILF!Aemond Targaryern, DILF!Aegon ii Targaryen x Reader (Separate) // HEADCANONS/DRABBLE.

WARNINGS: slight smut, mdni, afab!reader, age gap, breeding kink (aemond), p in v sex (aemond), unprotected sex (aemond), cunnilingus (aegon), oral f receiving (aegon), + not proof read.

(this is technically not a full blown hcs but neither is it a full drabble, so that's why I added both in the title)

WC: 1.3k total (aemond + aegon parts)

Aemond Targaryen !!

You knew that you definitely needed an older guy after your immature and toxic break up with the guy around your age, who treated you with almost no value.

But what you didn't expect was to catch the eye of your dad's boss during an event you had attended with him, he was in his early thirties with 2 children with his former divorced wife, Floris Baratheon.

Your relationship began quite formally at first, with him being a complete gentleman, asking you about your educational background, what job you were doing and he had asked for your number ‘just in case’ you need a job if you lose the current one, it felt more like a job offer than a normal conversation.

Until he began to text you good mornings, ask you about your day — at first he would do just that, and leave a smiley emoji after your response, but as time passed on, and you felt more comfortable around each other, he began to share a few personal things.

He had opened up about his divorce with his wife, how it affected him and the kids, — oh the kids, he would share pictures of them when he would be the one spending time with him, he had told you that he was fighting for full custody since Floris was basically neglecting them when they're spending time with her, and you wished him luck.

Soon you both begin to meet up, go on dates, he was stoic, with no expression on his face so it was hard to read through him, but eventually you'd learn to decipher his micro expressions.

You couldn't ignore the way he made you feel anymore, and you made it official, your dad was shocked and angry thinking Aemond had abused his power to get to you but once you explained everything, he calmed down.

You moved out of your apartment into his house, he had given you heads up about the kids that they're hard to handle and dont welcome strangers that easily, but you had told him that you'll manage everything.

And eventually you got along with the kids, and everything in life seemed to be moving fast from there onwards, Aemond got full custody of the kids after proving the neglect they were facing from the mother's side. Which you congratulate him about.

He would often stare at you when you'd play with the kids, he couldn't help but have the thought of your stomach swollen with his child, he'd eventually confess to you about it during your intimate moments.

“Oh fuck— yes right there!” You throw your head back against the pillows as Aemond thrusts into at full force, his desperate hands grabbing any flesh he could find, giving it a tight squeeze. You moaned as you peaked, as his tip repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

“I'm coming.” He grunts, “Jeez— I want to finish inside you so bad, watch you grow round with my child– fuck— I can only imagine the sight.” His words made you feel warm on the inside, and when he went to pull out, you locked your legs around his waist, to which he was surprised by, “Do it inside me then.” You say seductively and he immediately begins to thrust rapidly, he finishes inside you with a moan, painting your walls white before he pulls out, watching intently as his seed drips out of your cunt.

“Mhm, I think Aerys and Rhaegal would love to have a little sister.” He says as he plops down next to you, pulling you into his arms, “I think they would.” You reaffirm, rubbing your thighs together, feeling even more turned on as his seed sticks to your thighs.

“We should definitely make sure it takes.” You tell him, implying at a second round and he smirks knowingly.

Aegon ii Targaryen !!

You met him in a club you went to when you tried to destress because of your exams. He immediately took a liking to you, at first you had guessed that he'd be around your age, so imagine your surprise when you found out that he was in his mid thirties.

He laughed when you told him about it, he was extremely outgoing, in fact, too outgoing and so much of an extrovert.

You both immediately clicked, enjoying each other's company and finally exchanged numbers. He had drunk too much and eventually overshared everything about how his wife passed away in childbirth, leaving him with a child who he is working hard to raise.

“I try my best to raise him, but it gets too tiring. You know, I had hired a nanny, but I wish I could just quit my job and spend more time with him.” He shares, “Where do you work?” You ask curiously, “Hightower Co.” and your eyes widen at that, “Isn't that a really difficult place to get into? Their employee selection rate is super low, and I heard their manager is quite picky.” you shrug and he chuckles, “Well I guess I am indeed picky sometimes.”

“what.”

You apologised immediately after feeling embarrassed, he had revealed that his grandfather owns the company and basically wants his family members to run and manage it, though it screams nepotism, most of the hightowers and their extended family are extremely good at their ages, there were only a few select non-family members that were able to make to a non-basic worker status.

Things ended awkwardly after that, but nonetheless, you both communicated with each other from time to time, he would send you cute pictures and videos of himself and his son doing random stuff, or just bonding which warmed your heart.

After a month of talking, you both decide to get into a relationship, you knew it was quick, but you couldn't help it when you got along so well, he would often bring his child on the dates with you, which you didn't mind, but rather had more fun cause this would allow you to go non-romantic dates which are rather comforting.

If there was one thing which you didn't expect of Aegon ; was his sexual appetite, which he had a lot of, you were surprised by how much stamina he has, and how he's willing to go more than 3 rounds at a time, it sometimes exhausted you because you'd be too overstimulated to even continue.

You still remember how he had fingered you whilst at the family dinner under the table while maintaining a conversation with his grandfather, you tried so hard to not make a noise. He eventually finished what he started in his bedroom.

His favourite thing to do is eat you out, he loves the expressions and noises you make and how messy it would be afterwards.

“Aegon— ahh— hmm pls–” You blabber out incoherent noises whilst you grip his hair, pushing his face further into your cunt which he takes in obediently, lapping his tongue up and down and suckling on your clit as if his life depended on it.

The whimpers and noises you let out only motivated him further to continue his ministrations, he dipped down further while his tongue pushes past the folds of your cunt before entering it, the angle caused his nose to be pressed into your clit, nudging against it while Aegon greedily ate you out.

He pushed his tongue in and out before he licked a long strip up to your clit and once again, latched himself onto it, you moaned when you felt his teeth slightly graze against it.

He sucked on your clit which caused you to peak while holding his face tightly against your cunt, your vision went white at the intensity of the orgasm and your body trembled as you calmed down.

Yet Aegon did not stop, you pulled his hair in an effort to pull away, but he grabbed your hand and held it away while he continued to devour you, you whimpered as the overstimulation hit you, trying to wriggle away from his face yet he still didn't budge and continued sucking, nibbling and biting your clit.

After all, he had no intentions of stopping until you were a mess.

#aemond smut #aegon smut #aemond x reader smut #aemond targaryen x reader smut #aegon x reader smut #aegon targeryen x reader smut #aemond targaryen smut #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #x reader smut #hotd x reader #headcanons #hotd x reader smut #aemond smut headcanons #aegon smut headcanons #hotd smut #hotd smut headcanons

[etfrin]

⤷❝Fantasize❞ | Ethan Landry

Warning - NSFW | knife play (small cuts), blood play, breath play, riding, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), tiny bit of degradation | lmk if I forgot anything

Summary — smut / for once he wanted you to hold the knife and see how pretty he would look with cuts made by you, another way to mark the infamous Ghostface as yours | masterlist | bc:@cafekitsune

Gf! Ethan Landry x Female! reader

“I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five, five-to-nine”

The song was fading into the background as the sounds of Ethan's pants seemed much more delicious to your ears.

He was sprawled on the bed for you, his brown eyes pleading for something, anything. His curls stick to his forehead. His cock throbbing inside your cunt, twitching with every little movement you made, leaking his pre-cum onto your walls.

You kept your grip on the knife firm. Making sure your hand wasn't shaking or anything as you led the tip of the blade near his jaw. "You would look cute with a cut here," you whispered absent-mindedly, too focused on this to notice how his eyes turned so desperate to feel the sharpness of the knife on his skin.

His hips thrust into you, making you moan in surprise and jolting you out of your thoughts. The knife fell onto the side of his head, and your walls tightened around his length as he began to hit your G-spot repeatedly.

You let yourself enjoy his sloppy yet accurate thrusts. Before you take the knife again and press the silver blade on his cheek. The sharpness of it cuts the skin, just a small cut, letting the blood ooze out and cover the blade.

Ethan groaned, "Oh- ah fuck, darling!" As the pace of pounding broke down to something slower he was getting used to the sting of the cut. You lean down, your tongue pressed against the cut, licking away the blood. Near his ear, you let out a loud moan, "You like this? God, you're such a pathetic fuck."

His hip rutted into you so deep that you almost couldn't keep balance. He whines, "Baby, please more." Who were you to deny him? So you pressed a kiss to the first cut of many, letting your lips get painted by his blood. Before you leaned back. One hand on his shoulder for balance and another holding the knife.

The rest of the cuts litter down from his chest to his torso. Red beads of blood on his skin. He looked like a painting. You wanted to take a picture. Instead, your fingers swipe the blood around his body, all over his skin. Your hand was bloody red from the action.

Tears of pleasure fell from his eyes. You bite your lower lip, the thrusts so far had been shallow, half-minded because you were both focused on this instead but now that he was covered in his blood, tears spilling like the pathetic sweet boy he is despite being a killer, it was about time you began to ride him. Take your pleasure from his cock.

The sound of your moans and his groans filled the room, overpowering the music playing in the background. You raise yourself so only the tip of his dick remains in your warmth before falling back down on his cock for a deeper fuck. You continue this until you're sweating, your throat sore from the whines leaving your lips. Your thighs ache but you don't stop, dragging yourself on his cock over and over again. Your tits bouncing, his hands grab the round flesh, kneading it. His hips meeting yours.

Both of your hands now were on his shoulders for support as you continued to ride his thick length. The cuts had stopped bleeding, and the salty smell of blood seemed to make you more aroused, making you bounce on his dick even faster than before. The blood was nearly dry on his body.

You lean your head down, one of your hands around his throat, not squeezing but just there as a presence as your tongue comes out to lick one of the wounds clean. He lets out a deeper, raspier groan as he feels you do this.

His hands grip your hips, and he holds tight enough to bruise the skin. He helps to set the pace again. You keep taking him to the hilt, your tongue busy lapping up the blood, ravishing the taste of it.

Your hand on his throat tightened, restricting his breathing just a bit. His hands hold you down as his hips begin to snap, hitting your bundle of nerves over and over again. You moan his name again and again as you feel yourself getting closer.

"Ethan," you whispered, your lips brushing against his chest, "Close."

He closes his eyes, dried stains of tears on his cheeks. "Me too," he whined loudly.

The pace gets faster, uncoordinated but so much better. Your thighs tense and you let out a deep moan. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure. Your hand squeezed his throat as your walls spasm around his cock.

He gasps as he feels your walls flutter, begging him to cum inside and paint your insides. He lets out a whimper as with one final thrust, his cock cums into you. Thick white ropes of his seed dripping down your cunt because that's how much the load was.

Oh, he felt so glad that he admitted this fantasy to you. He loved you for indulging him like this.

AN: hope y'all liked this one, tried something new :)

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[sukunastoy]

Heian Era Sukuna

From an anon request <3

Pairings: Heian Sukuna x female reader

WC: 655

CW/TW: Death, blood, double penetration. It’s Heian era Sukuna. That’s its own warning.

Heian Sukuna! Who has just slaughtered some poor bastard who thought they could get out of this months tribute. Everyone knows the rules. At the end of the month, their tributes and offerings are given to the king, no exceptions.

Heian Sukuna! Who smirks as the blood from his victim was splattered onto the other now whimpering villagers nearby. They dare not move nor look up from their bowed stances, terrified they could be next.

Heian Sukuna! Who actually has both of his cocks buried deep in your cunt and ass underneath your kimono. Your legs have been quivering so harshly and your slick has been dripping down his thighs for hours now. He's yet to move you, but just being so full of his cocks has your mind in a trance.

Heian Sukuna! Who loves the feeling of your pretty pussy and ass clenching whenever he threatens a villager. And even more when he slaughters one into pieces across the room. Your soft sniffles arouse him and make his cocks throb enviously in your squeezing caverns.

Heian Sukuna! Who enjoys kissing your tears and savoring their taste every time you let them slip out from the overwhelming feeling of his fat cocks keeping you stretched painfully open. His hums of satisfaction echo in the otherwise silent room.

Heian Sukuna! Who casually flicks his hand at another villager that offered a pitiful tribute, yet not using his actual power. Instead he enjoys the screams of panic as the villager assumed it was their end. He rolls his hips up into yours when the villager breaks down sobbing, wanting a reaction from you.

Heian Sukuna! Who let's out a low growl of pleasure as your body stiffens, and your walls suck him in further. "You enjoy watching these pigs die?" He smirked as you struggle to keep your composure. Seeing you tremble and sweat as your holes are throbbing with angst is delicious in his mind.

Heian Sukuna! Who will eventually fuck you senseless in his lap, being surrounded by those who are still whimpering in fear. The splattered blood in the background paints a scenery that he finds grotesque beauty in.

Heian Sukuna! Who will later place you in the middle of the room, and unworthy villagers will be ordered to stand at your sides. Lounging in his throne, he'll use them as target practice for fun, but never hitting his precious toy.

Heian Sukuna! Who admires you as you stand before him, splattered in the blood from his work. Pretty, he thinks. Pretty enough that he'll take you to his chambers for a few more hours to melt your mind by fucking you stupid.

Heian Sukuna! Who will bathe you later, softly cleaning your flushed cheeks from the dried blood of his earlier victims. You're still drunk on lust, and nothing more than a malleable pile in his arms. He'll hold you as you finally pass out from exhaustion, cradling his treasured toy protectively.

Heian Sukuna! Who will keep you close to his side in bed as you sleep. He can't help but watch your face as it's expression is so relaxed and calm. The urge to gently caress your cheek with his knuckles always takes over before he allows himself to fall asleep.

Heian Sukuna! Who holds you safe in his arms as you both sleep. Who would move mountains for you. Who would burn the whole fucking world to the ground if you asked him to. Who loves you more than anything else that life could offer him. You complete him.

Heian Sukuna! Who will never say any of it aloud.

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna jjk #sukuna #jjk #sukuna smut #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #heian era

[touyasdoll]

Kinktober Door #1: Body Worship

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f!receiving), soft/intimate sex, this got sappier than I intended

Notes: I just miss Bakugou I think lmao not a very kinky start to my kinktober, but oh well. Enjoy <3

Katsuki is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone with the evening news droning on in the background when you plop yourself right into his lap.

You gently guide his phone away from his face and straddle him, winding your arms around his neck like you have so many times before.

“Can I help you?” He asks as his hands gravitate to your hips, his eyes drawn to the pensive expression painted on your face.

“Do you love me?”

“What?”

He’s practically insulted by the idea that you would even ask.

“The fuck d’ya mean do I love you? Course I fuckin’ do. What kinda question even is that?”

There’s a pout on his lip when he asks and you kiss it away.

“Why aren’t you payin’ attention to me then?” You muse as your hands card through his blonde locks. “I miss you.”

“I’m sittin’ right here and you’re on my lap. What makes you think I don’t love you?” His brow cocks as his large hands slide over your hips to grip your ass and his hips shift up into yours. “You want attention, huh? Baby, all you had to do was ask.”

And with that, he stands, effortlessly lifting you up onto his waist as he carries you off towards the bedroom, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“M’askin’ now.” You grin, tightening your arms around his neck while your legs lock around his waist. “I miss you, Kats.”

“I know, princess,” he says softly, stealing a chaste kiss when he stills through the door. “But we’re gonna fix that, ‘kay?”

He lays you down, wasting no time as he crawls up your body to attach his lips to your neck, kissing along your skin in all the right places.

“M’gonna show you just how much I love every fuckin’ bit of you, so you never have to ask me that stupid fuckin’ question again,” he murmurs as his lips hover over your pulse point, nipping at the thrumming beneath his lips.

“Baby,” you whine softly, hands traveling over his bare chest as you tilt your head to the side and he takes the opportunity to kiss his way towards your collarbone.

“Do I love you,” he scoffs, shaking his head as warm, calloused palms slip beneath your top, making quick work of stripping it off of you before he sits up to kneel between your legs and rake his eyes over your body. “You got no fuckin’ clue how much I love you. I don’t think you ever will.”

His mouth finds your breasts next, mawing at the soft flesh while he free them from their confines.

“Let’s start here,” he whispers, hot breath against your skin as he takes your nipple into his mouth. “You think I don’t love these? M’always fuckin’ starin’ at ‘em. Waitin’ for the next chance I get to do this.”

His teeth catch and pull gently, sending delicious shivers down your spine while your hands knit into his hair.

“And you think I don’t love this pussy of yours?” He pulls back to look down at you as if you’d tried to assert that the sky isn’t blue. “Like my dick doesn’t twitch every fuckin’ time I think about it.”

You gasp as his hand slips into your pants and under your panties to drag his finger between your folds. Your hands grasp at his forearms, hips shifting forward to chase his touch as the pad of his digit presses against your slick entrance.

“K-Katsuki,” you whisper, voice trembling as you teen with anticipation and all you’re met with is his smug smirk.

“You oughta know better, so I’m gonna show you exactly how much I love this sweet fuckin’ cunt of yours.”

It’s a promise. One that he clearly intends to make good on, but not without having his fun tormenting you first.

“Whaddya want, princess? You want me inside you?” His voice drops as he leans in close enough that you can feel his breath on your chin. “Which part, huh?”

His lips come so close to yours, but he doesn’t close the distance and when you try, he pulls back.

“C’mon, baby. Use your words. Which part of me do you want in your pussy first? Because you’re getting all of ‘em,” he insists as his fingers migrate to your clit, drawing it in slow, agonizing circles.

“Fingers. Please,” you beg, shifting your hips again as a moan is pulled from your lungs.

“Good girl,” he praises quietly, rewarding you by slipping his middle finger right where you want it most. “Like this?”

“More, please,” you implore, sighing with relief as he indulges you and adds another.

“Gettin’ greedy already?” He smirks, slowly postponing his fingers in and out of you and his lips finally meet with yours. “You have any idea how hard you’re makin’ me? Just feelin’ your insides—hell. Just lookin’ at cha makes me wanna shove my cock in ya already. It’s hard keepin’ my hands to myself when we’re out, y’know. Watchin’ everybody look at you, but they don’t get to have this.”

His teeth catch your bottom lip as his fingers start to move faster and your spine bows beneath him. His warm, wet mouth is on your breasts again, smothering them with kisses and love bites as he relishes in the feeling of you writhing beneath his touch.

“S’all fuckin’ mine. And I’ll be damned if you don’t understand how much I treasure every single inch of you.”

Before you know it, his tongue is between your thighs, expertly spelling out all the declarations that he’s made. His tongue delves inside of you, nose bumping your clit as a groan vibrates against your core.

“Fuck. Like I wouldn’t love a pussy that tastes this sweet,” he huffs a laugh and licks a stripe up your center, letting the tip of his tongue toy with your clit.

“Katsuki,” you whine, breath escaping in an airy whisper.

The sound of his name on your lips spurs him on and he starts devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. It’s sloppy, but it’s glorious. Your fingers knit into his hair, desperate for something to hold onto you when that familiar feeling threatens to have you spiraling out of control.

“Baby. B-baby, I—fuck!” Your hips buck and his hands seize them, wrapping around your thighs to lock them down into place as he continues his efforts.

He doesn’t relent when you slap your hands to the sheets, nor when your cries echo off of the walls. It isn’t until tears run over your cheeks and your hips nearly break free of his grasp that he finally lets go and sits back on his haunches. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, revealing a smug grin as he climbs over you, staring down at your trembling form with pride gleaming in his carmine gaze.

“You okay, baby?” His voice is softer when he leans down to brush the tip of his nose against yours.

“Mhm,” you hum, eyes closed and mind still reeling when you open them again as he captures your mouth.

You taste yourself on his lips, sticky and sweet, and then again on his tongue when he works it into your mouth. Your arms wind around his neck, holding him close as he shuffles out of his sweatpants, suddenly desperate to be inside you as your mouths work against one another in a struggle for dominance.

“I love you,” he breathes out, panting when he breaks away.

His forehead falls against yours and his hand cups your face. He decides that his primal urges can wait a moment.

“I love you more than anything. And for more than just your body, y’know.”

His thumb glides against your cheek as he pulls back to look at you, his eyes searching your face. A perfect face, he thinks. You can feel your cheeks filling with warmth and the urge to look away, but you know better. He won’t let you hide from him like that.

“I love the way you laugh. The way you smile,” he goes on, a fond smile ever present on his lips. “The way you never hesitate to yell at me when I’m bein’ an ass.”

You laugh and look away, but he gently tilts your face back to focus on him, mirroring your amused smile.

“I love how smart you are. How hard you work. The way you can always make me laugh. Even the annoying shit you do that I pretend like I can’t stand,” he chuckles. “I love all that too. I love every last fuckin’ thing about you, baby. And I always will.”

“I love you too, Katsuki,” you say softly, resting your hand over the one on your face. “I love you so much.”

“I know ya do,” he whispers, his tender smile leaving a kiss on your forehead as he takes your hands in his, intertwining them as he repositions himself between your legs.

He slowly nudges himself inside you, sighing with relief when he feels the comforting warmth of your walls hugging him tight and you respond in kind, a gentle gasp leaving your lungs as your brows pinch together.

His intention is everything it wasn’t only moments ago. It’s careful and purposeful. His hips roll at a steady pace, each thrust deliberately bringing you closer to euphoria as your bodies meld together like they were made for one another.

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear, trailing kisses along your jaw as he increases the tempo.

“I love you too,” you murmur back, breath catching in your throat as you squeeze his hands tight, moaning as you begin to feel that thrumming in your ears again. “Katsuki, oh my God.”

“I know, baby. I know,” he pants, giving your hands a gentle squeeze as he drives you both right up to the edge. “Fuck, I love you.”

A few more thrusts is all it takes to do you both in. You come undone with a sob and he folds his arm beneath you, keeping one hand tight around yours while he holds you close. He grunts, hips stuttering as he pours himself into you.

You both lay there for a moment, collecting yourselves through the haze of bliss with no shortage of tender touches and contented bums.

He eventually falls to the side of you to pull you against his chest and kiss the top of your head while his fingertips glide along your spine, your nerves still singing a beautiful chorus of elation.

“Still think I might not love you?” He murmurs into your hair.

“No,” you giggle, nuzzling your face into his chest while your arm folds over his middle. “I know you do.”

If you enjoyed this, likes, comments, & reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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[becca-e-barnes]

In all my time writing on this website, I don't think I've ever talked about the true healing power of a nutting video with sound from a man you're actually into.

I'm really loving the thought of it with dad's best friend Bucky too. I don't even think it's his style but I think he'd give it a go if you made it clear just how much you'd want to see that.

It maybe starts with you sending him a few naughty photos, just to tease him. Pictures of your ass taken over your shoulder or of your hand cupping one of your breasts, squeezing yourself the way he loves so much.

'You're such a tease.' He sends back. 'You're magnificent. I miss you.'

Heat burns in your cheeks. It's thrilling to be missed but even more thrilling to know the effect you're having on him.

Proud of your work, you close the messaging app, leaving him to go about his day but after a moment, you get another message.

'I want to bend you over that desk behind you, spread your legs and lick every inch of you while you look at your own pretty face in the mirror.'

It's a little filthier than you might have expected from him but in the very best way.

'And then what? What would you do after you've licked me until my legs are shaking?' You fire the message back, feeling the knot of arousal in your tummy begin to twist when you see the little dots on your screen and you know he's writing a response.

'Then I'd make you stand there and watch yourself in the mirror while I slide my tip across your sweet, wet cunt. I'd tease you until you're begging me to slide into you.'

'That wouldn't take long. You know how needy I get.' You smile to yourself as you hit send because you're acutely aware that he knows better than anyone else. You didn't think you were capable of need like the kind you feel when you're with him.

'I do. When you get so horny that you can't even think straight, that's when I'll finally slip my tip inside you and make you work for the rest of it. I want to watch the way you fuck yourself on my cock.'

You almost moan out loud at the thought of him teasing you with just the tip.

'I'll be such a good girl for you. You know I'd do anything to feel you cum inside me.'

'Who says I'll cum inside you? Maybe I'll pull out and shoot my load all over that pretty ass while I look at your face in the mirror.'

While it's not your favourite, the thought of thick streaks of his cum painting your ass still makes you squeeze your thighs together. It's hot to imagine your skin glistening with the evidence of his orgasm; an orgasm that your body brought him to.

'Just like this.' The message comes through with a video attachment and while it's only 17 seconds long, it's everything you needed.

Bucky's lubed hand strokes his cock in a steady rhythm and you hear him groaning your name in the background. "Oh God." He moans, giving himself a few more tugs before he starts shooting stream after stream of his release over his own chest. "Fuck, fuck." He's so lost in the feeling that nothing else matters in that moment. Nothing but draining his own balls to thoughts of you.

After the high dissipates, he gives his cock a few last strokes and then the video stops.

'See what you do to me, sweetheart? ;)' The message makes you proud but now you have a real need of your own to take care of.

#becca writes spice #becca's thots #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend!bucky #dbf!bucky smut #I've been asleep half the day and it's been BLISS #and I'm about to go right back to sleep

[anisespice]

“ BABY MOVE YOUR HIPS, DON’T BREAK IT ”

synopsis: they can’t handle how your hips move the way they do.

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. descriptions of sex, use of vulgar words (cunt, slut), biting, hair-pulling, mentions of alcohol, public sex/exhibitionism, and i think that’s it - feel free to let me know if I’ve missed anything!

notes: wheee some smut for your timeline - hope you enjoy! <333

“Shake it from your waist down.”

Getting to watch his resolve crumble with every nasty swirl of your hips was hands down your favorite part about riding him. No matter how badly the ache in your thighs begged you to take a break, it’d be drowned out by the sound of him begging you not to, even though minutes ago he was so adamant on finishing his game.

If you even slowed down for a moment, he’d buck up into you desperately, pawing at your supple thighs for more of your tricks. Controller long discarded on the floor, game reduced to mere background noise, a teasing grin adorned your face at the complete delirious and love-struck expression on his, borderline entranced without anything else in that empty head but the feeling your snug walls, sucking him in so deep it made his toes curl.

“jesus—fuck.. jus’ like that..j-jus’ like that baby, shit.. use me, c’mon, fuckin’ use me!”

His mouth hung open long enough for drool to slip out the sides, moaning like a bitch when you switched up the rhythm on him out of nowhere that sent those watery, unfocused eyes to the back of his skull. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle like a lifeline, legs spreading wider to force him deeper into your gushy cunt as he buried his face in your neck, biting down on the sensitive spot to control his pathetic whines. You hissed, eyes fluttering but grabbed a fistful of his hair in retaliation, yanking him back. He keened, dick doing somersaults in your guts from both the sting and the searing look in your eyes.

You scoffed. “Don’t remember.. giving you—uhnshit!…g-giving you permission to hide your pretty sounds from me, slut..”

Ineligible apologies flowed out of him, as did the tears down his face from the intense feeling, bits of your name in the mix of it somewhere. It’s not until you ascended off his dick painstakingly slow before stilling at the tip to pulse around the sensitive head, nearly making him sob, then slamming back down does he let you hear it all.

Especially when you repeat the motion again and again and again.

“Oh, f-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,wait..wait baby, g-gonna—hah!”

Without much choice he came prematurely, thick, hot cum filling you so deep you could’ve sworn you tasted it in the back of your throat. You cooed at him, racking your fingers through his hair as you fought back your own moans as he rode out his orgasm with strong, quick thrusts that would certainly have you walking funny later, milking him dry for all that he’s worth until he got worked up again for another round.

It was always a gamble with you in this position, never knowing how long he’d last; hips too lethal.

(tr) takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, ANGRY, HAKKAI (hq) nishinoya, atsumu, BOKUTO, kenma<3, tendo, MAKI (mha) deku, shinso, DENKI KAMINARI, kirishima (for sure bites)

—

“Margarita got a bitch on ten.”

Should’ve known better than to leave you alone for this long.

With the liquor flowing through your veins, club lights painting the room crimson, and the beat of a song you frequently fuck to blaring through the speakers, it’s no wonder when he laid eyes on you again that you’d already be grinding up on someone else, shooting him a sly look as if it wasn’t his attention you were vying for in the first place. And he had about five seconds before you used this sorry loser to sedate your insatiable appetite, one he’s been ignoring since arrival in favor of his work.

He’d kill everyone in the vicinity before letting that happen.

Barely got off the dance floor before you pulled him to a stop, pressing up against his chest with a leg teasing up his thigh as you gestured to the vip area. It was secluded, but still open for onlookers to walk by and see everything going on behind the velvet rope. He raised a brow in question, you merely wearing that look he knew all too well. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, nothing could’ve prepared him for what you proposed he do to you.

“Let’s do it on the couch over there. Wan’ everyone to see how good you take it when I ride you, pretty boy…”

Maybe it was the tequila that made you request something so bold. But, who was he to deny such a tantalizing offer?

His arms rested behind the couch, granting you majority of control to set the pace, and god were you doing a fantastic job of that. It sent his brain into a fog, hooded eyes watching your every move from your heaving breasts, all the way down to where you connected, gaze intently focused on the white ring forming around the base. He groaned at the sinful visual, abdomen clenching with every drag of your sweet pussy, occasionally leaning forward to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue.

The audience you’ve accumulated were fascinated, appalled even; but they couldn’t look away. Others did their best to ignore it, but as things progressed, the two of you growing more shameless, it was hard not to tune in after a while. Eventually, it turned into a group effort, some club-goers cheering the two of you on while others threw money, requesting tricks for you to do while on his dick—A spin, riding it reverse style, spelling a long word with your hips with them chanting out the letters, edging him in the process and leaving him looking like a complete mess in front of all his patrons.

Until, he inevitably loses composure, and fucking you hard on the table covered in Benjamins—A whole performance.

God bless Margaritas.

(tr) mikey, IZANA, sanzu, shion, BAJI, smiley :)) (hq) kyotani, iwa<3, terushima, mattsun (mha) shigaraki, dabi, hawks!!!, sero, shindo

© 2023-2024 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

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[minhosimthings]

Sex w music (Enha songs)

Alright anon I seriously did not understand what you meant so I just assigned songs to Enha combined with some smut hehe @xxxlov3xxx I KNOW ITS YOU BEHIND THIS

More under the cut!

Fever is such an inherently sexy song, even if it was about a boy who's obsessed with his lover so much that he gets a fever, and that's what makes it perfect for Heeseung. First of all, let's not pretend we didn't see him acting like a whore on that bed in the fever mv. And secondly it would be the sexiest thing to just see him thrust into you at every beat.

Just imagine, the lyrics so perfectly flowing out, and Heeseung providing you with the perfect, tenderly devastating stretch, your heavenly sounds moving out of your mouth in sync with the music. His thrusts start light, easy-going, until the beat of the song picks up, the lyrics start becoming a little too comfortable for him, and the smirk on his face just widens as he leaves you empty for a second and then crashes in again, the fire igniting in your belly so suddenly, that you all as well scream.

Bonus: "All I had to do was play this song and you'd be wriggling under me? My pathetic little princess."

Criminal love for Jay. HEAR ME OUT. It has such beautiful beats and such an amazing melody which I could get high on for days. And if you ever asked Jay, to try giving you pleasure to that song, I feel like he'd be both confused and aroused. Criminal Love combined with your sinful symphonies was a pretty remix Jay could listen to all day.

Paint a picture with me, of you wanting to record yourself while you're getting absolutely destroyed by Jay. And Jay has no problem with it considering its his darling whose asking. And then he's between your legs, the song playing in the background, his sultry voice turning you on. He's already sucked three orgasms from you, his tongue never wanting to leave from your cunt, considering how pretty your mouth was moaning to the melodies. And then you're riding out your fourth devastating orgasm to the ending notes of the song, as Jay looks up at you, his face covered with your cum.

Bonus: "You sound prettier than the song darling. Maybe I should take you to the studios someday."

Blind, atleast to me, is the party song that I would play at Jackson Wang's party (lol). And for that reason I am assigning it to Jake. It's such a fratboy party song, if you view it from the angle of the beats. And I firmly believe Jake would be in love with the idea of fucking you in some club's bathroom while this song plays in the background.

Let's be creative for a second. Jake, you, and his hands firmly pressing you against the glass of the mirror, it's already fogged up by your shaky breaths, Jake had gotten you too aroused by rubbing himself constantly against your clothes. His fingers slip between your folds, preparing you for his length. The song blares in your ears in the background. He finds your waist, pulling your body towards him. His pace fastens, causing your body to slam against her, your eyes still set on the mirror. Your arms shake from holding up your upper body. But of course Jake wouldn't leave you until the song is completed.

Bonus: "Eyes on the mirror baby. I'm not leaving you until the last note of the song ends."

Chaconne is the IT girl of Enha's discography for me, and it's an extremely sexy song and I will literally kill myself if I don't put this song for Sunghoon. Especially with how much he loves to dance to this song, and how fluid his body moves to the beat of this beautiful song, I can see him fucking you on the floor of the dance practice room to this song because you were just too needy and couldn't wait for him anymore.

Imagine Sunghoon speeding up, pummeling into you hard and fast, his large hands coating the surface of your ass and your back, groaning at the way you twitch and writhe underneath him, god damn had the song always sounded this pretty? His hands settle at your waist, gripping you tightly, accentuating the arch of you. He’s so fucking deep at this angle, you can feel him hitting your cervix with each thrust forward, as the best of the song repels your urge to faint into his arms at the overstimulation. It’s an addicting sensation right now—and it will be even later, when the dull ache overtakes you.

Bonus: "I'm never listening to this song again without you, love, you sound so pretty, like my gorgeous little slut."

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[scenezfreak]

nah ik i already dropped a req so forgive me and banish me if you have to BUT ! metalhead jeff who does your eyeliner.. JUST HEAR ME OUTTT

he’s got you straddling his lap, chains jingling off his pants and heavy metal playing and bouncing off the walls as he makes you get real close so he can make it look perfect. a hand on your hip, subtly pushing you down onto the hardening cock in his pants every once in a while as his other works diligently at applying the eyeliner and when he finishes he cant help but put it to the test, fucking you so hard that tears fall down your face making the eyeliner streak down your cheeks and he definitely takes a photo after you’ve been fucked dumb to keep in his wallet later

*foams from the mouth* ABSOLUTELY ‼️🙏

Metalhead Jeff fucking f!reader stupid

Warnings: Mean Jeff, rough sex, cream pie, mentions of breeding, picture taking, hair pulling, choking, biting

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

Sitting on his lap trying to be careful as to not mess up the eyeliner he’s putting on you. His hand resting on your hip while his other one carefully does your eyeliner. The music blaring in the background as Jeff caresses your hip pulling you closer, accidentally grinding you over his clothed cock, the chains on his ripped jeans jingling in the process.

You shudder trying to be still and nice for Jeff while he makes you prettier. You feel yourself get wet when his hand on your hip pushes you down, making you grind against him once more. “Jeff-“”Shut up, you’re going to make me mess up.” He cut you off, you sit still, trying not to anger him.

You can feel him go slower, teasing you. You almost groan in annoyance. Soon he puts the eyeliner down and turn his head back to you, grabbing your face with one hand, his spiky bracelet almost scrapping you in the process. He gets closer, examining you. “My pretty doll.” He says before turning over and shoving you onto the bed. “I can’t wait to see it run down your pretty little face” he says as he climbs over you.

Turning you over onto your stomach and lifting your hips, quickly pulling down your skirt and underwear. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re too stupid to remember your own name.” Pulling out his cock and stroking it while he rubs between your puffy folds. “Soaked already? Dumb whore.” He pulls his hands away and you whine when he gives your ass a harsh slap.

Grabbing your hair and pulling you back a bit he says, “make sure to be nice and loud for me, doll. If I can’t hear you over the music then you’re not cumming.” He lets go and you fall back down, ass raised for him. He lines up and pushes in and starts thrusting, not waiting for you to adjust. He grabs your hips, his black painted nails digging in to your skin. You jolt from his sudden movement and moan out his name along with a curse. “F-fuck Jeff-“

“That’s it doll, moan for me like the slut you are.” His thrusts getting faster, the head of his cock kissing your womb. You can’t stop moaning, your thoughts filled with him and his cock inside of you. He bends over to thrust in faster, his long black hair falling over his face. You can hear him subtly growling, the feeling of your tight cunt is just too good for him. Fucking you balls deep as he’s holding onto you for dear life, you’re definitely going to have bruises on your body.

You shiver when you feel Jeff bite into the crook of your neck, drool spilling from his cut smile and some of it smearing onto you. He has one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your neck. Your mind was foggy and you couldn’t think clearly, tears streamed down your face, your makeup streaming down with it. Your eyes roll back as he thrusted in harder. “Gonna fuckin’ breed your tight pussy.” He rubbed his hand that was on your hip over your abdomen, pressing down.

That made the coil inside of you snap and you came all over his thick cock, forming a creamy ring around the base of his cock. He raised back up and continued to pound into you, overstimulating you causing you to cry from it, makeup getting ruined more. He finally stills, cumming deep inside of you, his hot cum spilling into your womb. He quickly grabs the Polaroid camera from the nightstand and grabs your hair to lift your and takes a picture of your fucked out face. He smirks to himself, pulling his pants up and shaking the Polaroid then looking at the final image before putting it in his wallet for later use.

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[hornyjorny]

late night distractions

river ward x fem! v

summary: river decides he's finally had enough of the office, and decides to invite you over for a much needed break ;) an- i've literally been working on this for like. a fucking month by now lmao. anyway enjoy. will be posting more in the future warnings- smut (18+ mdni), soft dom river, sub!v, oral (f receiving) public s3x (whoops) , creampie, f!ngering, mild degradation, you are both horny gonks who desperately deserve a break, johnny is being annoying again

wc: 8k??? holy shit me wtf

In the darkness of his office, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and casefiles, all River Ward can bring himself to think about is you. 

The room is silent save for the endless droning of the ceiling fan above, and the distant hum of the city beyond. The dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows that dance like phantoms, wrapping the room in an eerie solitude. Outside the office window, the neon lights of Night City painted a vibrant tapestry of chaos upon the lonely walls. Piles of unsolved mysteries loomed around him, their weight pressing down on his weary shoulders. 

River Ward sits in front of his computer, hands poised on the keyboard. All he can do is mindlessly stare at the open file on the bright screen before him.  He can’t focus like this.  

He can’t stop thinking about you. 

Truth is, River just misses you. He yearns for you like a junkie craves a fucking boost. The demands of his work as a private investigator in Night City have become a never-ending fucking acid trip, a labyrinth of dead-end leads, and goddamn conspiracy theories that seem to lead to jack shit.

It’s been a long fucking couple of weeks.

Sure, he knew becoming a private investigator in N.C. was no easy task—it’s what he’s signed up for, after all. But by fuck, he’s drowning in his work with little resolve. River can’t really complain about the pay, either. He’s actually starting out not-so bad— but fuck, he’s always busy. And when you live in a world where there’s a literal ticking time bomb in your girlfriend’s head, ready to go off at any moment, the last thing you wanna be is fucking busy. The demands of his work feel like a fucking all-consuming whirlwind, a never-ending shitstorm of new info that all leads to buttfuck nowhere. And worst of all, he just wants to be home with you, enjoying the little time you guys have left together. 

He aches for the way he’s able to pull you in his big arms, missing the way you always get on your tippy-toes to reach in for a kiss, having to reach up for him just to reach his lips. What he truly craves more than anything else in the world is your presence— your infectious goddamn smile, your  laughter, your soft and tender touch. But he can’t go anywhere. Not till he makes a break in the case, at least. 

River's fingers hover over the keyboard, but as he tries to focus, the words blur into a goddamn kaleidoscope of nonsense. His work, his responsibilities—it all fades into the background, overshadowed by the overpowering sense of longing. He shifts his gaze from the computer to the neon-drenched shitshow beyond the window, the vibrant chaos of Night City. As he thinks of you, a goddamn tidal wave of longing washes over him, drowning out the relentless work-related bullshit that usually occupies his mind. 

But fuck, as much as he tries to be respectful, he just also really misses fucking you. It drives him insane how easily you submit to him whenever you’re stuffed with his huge dick. River’s just enamored by your sweet, soft little muffled cries of pure pleasure while he overtakes your deadly cunt. He loves the way your shoulders tense up when he hits particularly deep, loves the way your little face twists and contorts with sheer pleasure, all weakened and already fucked out within minutes of him shoving himself in.. 

Shit. He can't take it anymore. The case can wait. He wants you, and he wants you now. No use heading home now, right? 

It’s fuckin’ late, well past 12 AM.

…but it’s also when you happen to be out you’re usually out and about after a gig. 

Why not give it a shot? 

River’s heart aches a little as he pulls up your contact over the holo. He just really, really fucking misses you, and internally prays that you’ll pick up, even if just to hear the sound of voice for a little while. He just craves any semblance of you. With an unsteady breath, he finally calls. 

The eerie ringing of the holodex against the silence of the night’s air was deafening. His chest raises, heart pounding, desperately hoping you’ll pick up. 

But then, the call finally connects, and you’re greeting him with the biggest, most mischievous grin on your face. Fuck, hes glad you answered. “Shit, was just aboutta’ text you, you know. Been missing you, Detective..”

River's lips curl into a smile he couldn't hold back—relief washing over him at the sound of your voice. Hearing you admit that you missed him too made him damn-near light headed. He takes a steady, deep breath to prepare himself before he speaks.

“Been missing you more than just words can say, V," he finally replies, his voice laced with a blend of longing and affection. "I just needed to hear your voice. I miss you, you know. It's been... tough here without you lately. Still at the fuckin’ office, too..”

You can distinctively sense River’s distress, he looks exhausted, and you can’t help but to feel the pang of longing that fills your heart. You really did miss him too. But turns out River was right— you were actually out and about on one of your little hot-shot missions, and it so happened you were closeby. Your honest, original plan was to just catch up with your boyfriend, maybe stop by his place if he so happened to be up. 

 “You know what, River?" You reply, voice tone a mix of playfulness and genuine concern. "I've got news that might make your night a whole lot better.” 

Well shit, now you’ve got him reeled in. “Was actually gonna ask you if I could stop by— Jus’ finished a gig not far from your place. Been thinkin’ about you a lot lately, Riv.” 

Oh, fuck. What were the odds? 

His heart starts to jump in his chest. 

“I’m at the office right now,” He breathes quickly, voice dropping an octave as he whispers into the holo.“Would really love it if you wanna stop by..” He just sounds so fuckin’ soft, so needy, your heart melts a little bit. 

“Be there in five, Detective.”

“Preem,” he smiles. “See ya then, V.” 

When you walk through the door, River’s weary gaze shoots up from the mountains of papers scattered casefiles on his desk. His mechanical eye flickers a shade brighter— and he’s beaming. Fuck, he’s glad you showed. To him, you merged like an ephemeral beacon. His weary gaze, burdened by the weight of investigations, was abruptly lifted as it collided with your presence. 

Before you had entered, the  room was cast in an eerie quietness, illuminated solely by a dim desk lamp that struggled to push back the encroaching shadows. Beyond the window, the vibrant neons of the city painted a fractured mosaic on the walls, offering a glimpse of the relentless nightlife far below. 

It felt kind of… lonely, almost. A heavy quietness hung in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the city, reminding River of the isolation that often accompanied his late-night work. Regardless, you skillfully navigate the precarious stacks of paperwork strewn like toppled skyscrapers across the floor to your boyfriend. 

"V," he breathed, his voice a low rasp of longing, "you have no idea how good it is to see you right now.” 

Before you could make it into his arms, your digital companion materializes before you, the air around him fracturing into millions of tiny blue shards, peering over River’s shoulder, aviators raised downwards. 

“Things are lookin’ rough for Detective Dumbass,” he pauses, looking back up to you, a smug grin plastered across his face. “…Looks like there’s something other than work on his mind. Better come let your dog off the leash before he snaps.”

You internally groan. And so it begins. You shoot Johnny a look— before you turn back to River. 

“Guess I can say the same to you, Riv..” You sigh with a smile, reaching out to tenderly touch his arm. “Can’t stop thinking about you, you know. S’ been a while since I saw you..”

“I know,” River whispers, his heart when you wrap your arms tight around his waist, resting your head against his chest. Your hearts beat in tandem, a silent symphony of love rekindled.  “Couldn’t be without you for a second longer if I tried, V..think I would’ve finally lost it.”

You can hear it in his voice— he’s tired. Exhausted. 

So you decide to give your detective a moment of reprise amidst the chaos. Fuck it, you’ll be the first one admit it— you’re desperate too. You haven’t seen River in god knows how fucking long. Haven’t felt his skin against yours in ages. 

“Well, I’m here now, Detective Ward...” you whisper, tracing your index finger along his chiseled jawline, down his chest, down to the loops of his belt. “Why don’t you show me just how much you’ve missed me, then?” 

But regardless, your words carved through a path of intimacy that ignited a smoldering, burning fire. You swore mechanical eye shimmered with newfound brilliance. And in response to your playful assertion, his lips curved into a smile as radiant as the moonlight over the city's nocturnal canvas.

 “Be glad to, little merc.”

Oh shit, you hadn’t heard that little nickname in a while. But fuck, how you love when he calls you that. With little patience remaining within you, you finally crash your lips against his, and he borderline whimpers into your mouth, hands grabbing your ass as leverage to hold your shorter frame up into him. 

The sensation of his lips against yours feels borderline intoxicating. Everything about him drives you absolutely fucking insane— his mouth crashes against yours, letting out a little low groan into your mouth. You can’t help the way his excited eagerness sends little heatwaves down to your core. In that suspended moment, the world outside vanished into obscurity, all that mattered was him. 

But River pulls away, and your lips finally part. It seems like all time stops around you when you gaze into each other's eyes, your heavy, needy breaths rising and falling together in sync amidst the quiet of his office. 

“You know, V..” River whispers real low, finally breaking the moment of prolonged silence. “I’ve missed you so fuckin’ much. Missed everything about you. Can’t focus… can’t do nothin’ right now.”

Oh, you absolutely know what he’s getting at. 

But then, the familiar materialization of blue pixels flashes before you, digital companion appearing before your very eyes, leaning against the door frame. You can’t help but to internally groan— not again. Always picking the worst times to interject. 

“Told you so, dipshit. Detective’s sniffin’ around for more…”

Before you can snap back, he’s gone. 

Ugh. 

The remnants of your playful distraction lingers like a promise in the air, your fingers tapping along River’s beefy arm. “Soooo, River? Gonna ask me to help you out?”

Steady heavy hands grab at your hips, holding you into place. River leans down to your ear, his voice a salacious whisper; an uncharacteristically animalistic growl leaving him as he leans in close. 

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now, if you’ll let me, V…” he pauses, steely gaze meeting yours. “That’s how much I missed you.”

Oh, shit. 

It didn’t even cross your mind that he would ever actually wanna fuck in his own goddamn office. Your heart begins to pound in your chest. 

You’re Night City’s most dangerous merc— and he’s a fucking up-and-running detective, one whose job is made harder by people like you every day— your relationship defies any and all odds, but by Christ, you can’t deny that offer. Not when you crave him oh-so-desperately, not when he’s towering above you, peering down at you like you’re about to become his next meal.

Your breath catches in your throat immediately, his words sending a euphoric shockwave of lust to your core. Rationally, it’s a terrible fucking idea, kinda a public misdemeanor, and just borderline nasty. Sure, it’s late as hell, but River’s office isn’t the only damn one in his building. Getting caught is the last thing either of you need right now, but fuck, you both need eachother like you need oxygen. Neither of you want to hold back.  

Truth be told, you’d give anything to be fucked right here and now. This was a side of River Ward you’ve never really seen before— and you’re here for it. 

“Huh,” Johnny appears in your line of vision—lighting up a conjured cigarette from the depths of your imagination. He takes a long drag before exhaling,  the digital smoke dancing in the dim lighting around you. “…Didn’t actually think he had it in him to do that type of shit.”

You don’t even hear Johnny at this point. You completely push him aside. 

“Here? In your office?” You repeat, a sly, shit-eating grin stretching across your face. “Isn’t that a lil risky, Detective Ward?” 

River’s staring down at you like you’re about to become his dinner, both his dark amber eye and white mechanical one bearing into yours in anticipation of your answer. You’ve never seen him so… feral. You’re almost intimidated. 

“Don’t start, V..” He growls, the warmth of his ‘ganic hand brushes tenderly against your cheek, before he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “…Risky isn’t something that’s bothered you before, has it now, little merc?” 

So of course, you feed into him. You know how to play him better than he can play himself. Your hands reach down to his chest, slowly down to the loops of his belt. You give it a weak little tug, all whilst maintaining eye contact. Innocently, you look up at him, batting your eyelashes— then you shake your head. “Never has, never will, Detective Ward.” 

He can’t deny that, can’t deny you— not when you look at him like that. “That’s what I thought,” A wild grin stretches across his face—his usual soft demeanor now completely thrown out the window. He presses a brief, sloppy kiss to your lips before pulling away. 

 “Keep at it, then. See if you can handle me.”

There’s something about the way he delivers the words that makes you tremble, like prey standing helplessly before its predator. River doesn’t stop there—he growls; dragging his lips to your neck; trailing sloppy bites, spattering blues and purple marks. Before you can miss the heat of his hands they’re back on your waist, slowly just trailing down your sides. River’s hands are fucking huge— able to cover you almost entirely, and it makes you shudder a little. Sure, you’re dangerous enough, could easily handle him in a fight, but sometimes you felt like River could really snap you in half if he really wanted to. 

His fingers travel underneath the hemline of your shirt, caressing against your bare skin. His ganic’ hand against you is so warm, almost burning against your skin, while his damn-near freezing metal hand makes you shudder. It’s a familiar balancing of the two sensations that you hold so so dear, and your appreciation for the feeling only amplifies  when they slide underneath your bra. 

River stops in his tracks hands rising to grasp at your chest, squeezing your sensitive nipples for just a second, and you fucking whimper. This time, he offers you some reprise— and finally tugs both your shirt and your bra off of you, leaving you exposed to the cool air of his office. 

River swore your body was a fucking work of art, dimly-lit curves protruding through the darkness of the office, your hard nipples perking up at the coolness surrounding you. You look so cute when you shiver just a teeny bit when his thumb runs over your nipple. River smiles dumbly at you, a breathy little chuckle escaping him. 

“Best merc in all of Night City…” His deft fingertips move towards the waistband of your shorts, tearing them off of you as if they were nothing before stopping abruptly to squeeze at the flesh of your ass. “…And I’m about to fuck her stupid.”

You shiver a little at his words— your cheeks heating up, a familiar burn rising in your lower stomach. And before you can even respond, River’s pushing everything on his desk to the side, sending stacks of paper cascading to the floor, and he’s grabbing your ass again, lifting you up to rest your ass against the cool metal of the desk. 

River lowers himself to your ear— his voice real low. “Gonna take care of you now, pretty girl.” 

His big hands reach for your panties, deftly  tearing them down to your thighs. The air in the office is cool, and you shudder when his warm palms spread your thighs apart. Rough, calloused fingers inch between your legs to your glistening cunt, spreading your folds and slipping his digits into the wetness of your slit, moving up and down, collecting your slick with each little passing movement.

You can’t help the helpless curse that escapes your lips when his thumb slides across your wetness, before pressing it so softly over your now-exposed clit. You reel back with a desperate moan— and you begin to throb. Fuck. Shit. You feel so vulnerable and desperate, your thighs spread open for him on top of his desk, just waiting for his next move as he stares down at you with hunger shining in his eyes. 

River’s literally rock hard at this point, literally aching to be inside of you, but shit, you just look soo soo cute already, and you’re just so fucking needy for him. And all he had to do was call for you. 

River leans down to your level, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around against it, before switching to a soft suckling. His touch is tender— gentle, 

and sends little jolts of lust down your spine.  “F—Feels good…” you whimper weakly. 

He pulls away when you wiggle against him, a string of saliva connecting your nipple to his lips. You exhale deeply, eyebrows knitting together as your hips arch up a little— but you’re growing impatient again. You want, no, you need, more of him. Your core’s literally on fire. You swear, your mind is beginning to fog with nothing but the thought of his dick. You’re just so fucking horny— and he’s refusing to give you what you want. 

You’re about to beg him for more again— but before you can, his hands are on your hips, pulling you towards the edge of the desk so your legs drape off almost entirely. You know what River is about to do when he settles down on his knees between your thighs, his gigantic hands coming up to press them apart against the cool metal. 

River can't help but to stop dead in his tracks for a second to stare at your cute pussy glistening so heavenly in the dim light of his office. Man, it made his night at work actually totally fucking worth it. He was so grateful for his pretty merc, so grateful you allow him to delve between your thighs after a hard day. 

But the way he’s staring down at you sends literal goosebumps across your skin, he’s just enjoying the view for juuuuusstt a second. He can’t help but to admire your glistening cunt— you’re just too damn pretty. 

“Missed this preem pussy of yours, baby…” He sighs against you. “Can’t ever get enough.”

But you’re growing fucking impatient, the way he’s staring at you makes your insides burn and your pretty pussy drips eeeveen more against his desk.  “Stop starin’, hurry up…” 

“Nah,” he laughs. “Wanna enjoy the view first.” He's grinning as he parts your sticky folds with his thumb, rubbing tenderly at your clit with his thumb. 

Your lips immediately fall open with a moan— his breath hot against your throbbing cunt as he gives you the attention you needed for so fucking long. 

He moves up, and this time, he flattens his rough tongue to your dripping slit, sliding all the way up from your drenched hole, excruciatingly slow. Then, as if you weren’t already struggling to keep yourself under control, He folds his tongue up against your puffy clit, looking you dead in the eye. 

And you can’t take it. 

You shiver underneath him, cheeks flushing as you turn your head away to avoid his gaze. But oh, he knows how much he’s embarrassing you, and he loves it. He pulls away from your sopping cunt, his voice switching to a soft coo. “Awww, baby…” He pulls away from you. “Can you look at me, lil’ merc?”

He almost loses it when you peer down him with that cute, innocent gaze of yours when you each for his beefy shoulders, trying so hard to stop your thighs from squeezing around him as he starts slurping at your aching bud. “Good girl… Always followin’ orders..”

You whimper soft curses into the night’s air, his name leaves your lips, and River perks up— letting out a little pleased hum against you. Then, he wraps his beefy ganic’ arm around your hips, holding you close to him as his cold metal fingers brush against your wetness, before sliding into your tight hole. 

A jolt is ripped through you, a whine escapes your lips at the sudden intrusion. You can feel the way his fingers stretch you out with such ease— they’re fucking thick, and long— they reach so so deep inside of you. “Y—You’re reachin’ deep, Riv...” A filthy moan falls from your parted lips. 

And he grins, tapping his fingers faster against your sopping walls. “You’re so fucking needy— s’ cute,” River chuckles.  “You’re just as bad as I am..” he whispers, and begins to drive his digits in and out of your sloppy cunt. Immediately, your back arches— and within seconds, he’s ripping desperate little whimpers from your throat as he renders you fucked dumb with his fingers alone. 

You sob out a little curse—using what little strength you had left from the day to squeeze your thighs around his head. He’s filling you nearly full again, your tightness constricting around his single digit. 

Instead of pushing your thighs away, he embraces it, siding his free hand underneath your ass to guide your tired hips as he presses a sloppy wet kiss to your aching bud, slipping in another finger. This time, you cry out— and you buck your needy hips against his face. 

“Careful now,” River warns, tightening his strong grip on your hips, actually holding your hips down now, “Be nice, baby…” he mumbles between your thighs, growling against your pussy. “Tough it out fr’ me and stay still.”

A little twinge of embarrassment runs down your spine. You truly cannot help it. “Y—Yes sir…” you absent-mindedly moan.  You're barely holding it together. 

“Sir?” River repeats, big fingers are drilling in and out of you, stretching you just so perfectly. “Is that what you’re calling me now?” His digits tap soo deeply inside of you, fucking you harder and deeper than your own ever possibly could.

“Look at you, V… you’re fuckin’ desperate fr’ me. Turned you into my whore again real quick.”

 His words make you fucking throb— and you can’t do anything but whimper incoherent little cries of pure humiliation, and you try to bury your face in your hands as your cheeks burn.  

Your boyfriend, however, immediately catches on to your embarrassmenf. River’s voice lowers to a soft coo—“Didn’t tell you to stop callin’ me that, now did I?” he pulls away from your hole for just a quick second— ceasing his abuse to give your clit a quick little kiss of appreciation, eyes looking up at you as if you were his fucking universe. “Keep at it, lil’ merc. Doin’ sooo good for me.”

And then he begins again, sucking and licking at your poor clit. God, you love him. You’ve always lost your fucking mind whenever River stuffed his big fingers inside of you, it just feels so good. 

Even worse, he’s literally moaning against you, sending little vibrations throughout you. It’s far too much, he’s soo mean, but you couldn’t possibly get enough of the euphoria he’s giving you— you feel like you’re fucking drowning. 

You want to buck your hips against him so so badly, but you know fighting is futile at this point. So, your tired thighs begin to shake beneath him, your drippy pussy already beginning to throb in anticipation of an incoming orgasm. You’re fucked. 

“River— Detective— Sir…” you choke out. “M’gonna… gonna cum.”

He can feel the way your thighs tighten around him, the way your sharp nails start to dig and scratch into his big shoulders. Your cute sloppy cunt is starting to twitch and pulse beneath his licks, and your pretty face starts to twist in pure euphoric bliss. River hums against you, a pussy-drunk grin plastered on his face. He knows you’re gonna cum, and he’s being damn-smug about it. 

But oh, he can’t take it. You feel the coolness of his metal hand against your ass, and before you feel inclined to face him, you hear the telltale “ziiip!” and shuffling of fabric as he pulls down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his throbbing, rock-hard cock with one hand, running his ganic hand up and down against his hard shaft. Anything to keep those thoughts of fucking you at bay (for now). 

He’s so fucking mean with the way he’s eating you out, overstimulainng your already sensitive cunt hard. No matter how hard your shaky thighs try to squeeze around his head, he just keeps sucking your clit, shoving his thick fingers in and out of you as your stomach coils and your cunt throbs. You’re cumming. And you can’t help it anymore. 

You’re well-past the point of giving a fuck about how loud you were being. You lose yourself, then. “Give it to me, V,” he groans against you, and his name falls from your lips like a prayer— a mantra. You’re keening into sweet “ah-ah-ah’s” as he slurps at your cunt, repeatedly tapping his big, thick metal fingers inside of you, devouring you whole. 

River’s heart flutters in his chest when he feels your legs begin to shake in his rough grasp as you finally gush all over him. He can’t decide whether to focus on your fucked-out face, looking all cute with your saliva-coated lips forced ajar, your eyes all glossy— or your destroyed, soaked, puffy cunt. 

“Love my messy lil’ merc..” He coos softly in your ear. “Got no idea how proud I am, pretty girl...”

Your cunt squelches and drips onto the desk everytime he pulls his cool metal fingers in and out— fucking you through your explosive orgasm, and you’re just whimpering and moaning so fucking much. He’s forcing electrical shocks down your tired body as he renders you destroyed with his tongue alone. 

But oh, you ache for the way his throbbing cock splits you in two, you miss his little whimpers and groans when your tight, sloppy pussy hugs him tight. 

And suddenly, you’re overcome with the desire for more. 

River continues pumping his veiny shaft in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers as little moans fall from both of you. You squeal when his harsh licks become too much for your overstimulated pussy, yanking your thighs away from his head. 

He stops immediately—pulling himself away from you,  and looks back up at you with his entrancing white mechanical eye with such genuine concern, eyebrows raising as he stares up at you. “You okay, baby?” 

You pant— breaths heaving from your chest, and River rests his head against your plush thighs, looking up at you with concern. You sit there for a minute, panting. Your pussy pulsates and throbs beneath you, and you’re completely and utterly overwhelmed already. But fuck, there’s something else inside of you— and it wants more. No, you need more of him. You ache for his cock. 

You collect yourself— you want him now. “Y—Yeah, m’fine…” you pant. “…Want you to fuck me now, Riv… please,” you pant. 

River grins— a little pleased hum falling from his lips as he presses a little soft kiss to your thigh. “You sure, V?”

“Please, sir…” you whine, wiggling your hips. You truly, genuinely swear you need him inside of you at this point. 

“That’s all you needed to say,” he whispers. With little warning, his metal hand gives your ass a slap, your body jolting with a nasty moan. “Breathe deep for me an’ stay still.”

You just can’t help but to follow his command, allowing yourself to take a deep breath in, bracing yourself against the desk. River’s cock is literally throbbing. He’s been aching to be inside of you since the moment you fuckin’ walked in. He slides his thick cock against against your slick, soaked folds up against your sore, aching clit. He chuckles when you let out a little whimper. But truth is, he’s just as down bad. You’re so fucking wet, so warm— he needs you now. 

You feel his tip prod at your hole again— but this time he’s pressing deeper and he’s giving into what you both want.

Your chest heaves and struggles for air as your glossy eyes stare back into his, whimpering so so softly as River gently begins to roll his hips, the tip of his cock nudging at your slit with each slide up, his ganic’ hand resting on your lower tummy to press down, while his metal hand slides up your body to press against your throat.

River’s thickness slides all the way into you until he finally bottoms out. Your mouth falls agape as he knocks the wind from your lungs. He’s fucking big. Thick. Hard. His eyes hungrily trace over your body; observing how your chest rose and fell, your scarred body shaking in his arms; legs trembling as you struggle to take him fully.

And although this definitely isn’t your first time, you briefly struggle to handle his size, and it even aches a little. It’s been too fucking long since he’s filled you like this, and you both know it. “Forgot how—forgot how big you are..” you breathe. 

River, on the other hand, is in heaven. 

You’re literally dripping around him, hole clenching tight around him as his cock struggles to stay still inside of you. His big, beefy arms come down besides you— pinning you down to the desk. “You’re so tight, V. Haven’t been stretched out good in a while, huh?”

You shake your head. His cockhead is literally nudging at your cervix, and it’s making you feel dizzy and lightheaded. You feel… good. 

“Think you can handle this dick?” he smiles, and you nod, your eyes fluttering open as 

River’s metal hand wraps around the back of your neck, his fingers coldly pressing up against the sides of your throat as he squeezes. 

“Yes, sir!” you cry out hoarsely. The feeling of his firm fingers pressed firmly against your throat makes you fucking weak— causes you to get eeeeven wetter, and even more fucking desperate for him. 

River is letting out low groans that echoes within the quietness of the room as his hard cock delves into you. He just can’t help himself— his lil merc’s pussy takes him too fucking good, and he can’t help the way his hips rentlessly slam into you.

He’s ripping pathetic, high-pitched whines and whimpers from your lips, loving the way your smaller hands hands grab at his shoulders for dear-fucking-life as he fills you to the very brim, the tip of his leaky cock pressing agaisnt your cervix. It feels… amazing. You can’t help but to be vocal—River’s cock always stretches you out so so fucking well, and there’s even a little ache from the way he stuffs you completely full over and over again, slamming you into the desk with little remorse, just using you like a fucking toy. You’re trying sooooo hard to compose yourself, to keep yourself from sobbing and clawing at him. But oh, you’re such a terrible liar, you’re enjoying him sooo much. 

His dick is literally rock-hard, even beginning to tremble a little bit inside of you, and he has to force his hips to stop. He takes a shaky breath, a low groan falling from his lips, and you can’t help but to just stare at him, his eyed half-lidded, mechanical one dimming softly against the darkness. He’s soooo needy and it's just straight up adorable. He’s literally aching to fuck you stupid, it fucking kills you. But god, it’s just the perfect opportunity to tease him a little bit.

A little smug grin forms across your lips as an idea pops into mind. Ever-so-slowly, you begin to move and grin your roll hips back against River’s, fucking yourself back into him the best you possibly could given his huge size. “Thinka— ah—Think you can handle me, Detective?” 

But River’s not having it tonight. Not about to handle shit from his dangerous little doll, not about to let you, the most dangerous merc in Night City, win this one. His hips snap to yours viciously, pulling his thick cock all the way out before pumping it back up to you full-force, filling you to the literal brim over and over again. “Don’t start shit with me now, baby,” River growls. “You were doing sooo well— was bein’ such a good little merc for me..” he coos. 

River’s hand grabs at your hips again and forces hard hits into you. It’s far too much for your little mind to handle, but by god, you loved it.  River can’t get enough of the way your nails dig into his back, the way your legs kick out over and over from underneath him as you struggle to bring yourself to form words. “S—Sorry, Detective Ward..” you sob 

He peels himself off of you, bracing himself internally as his hands move to pry your legs apart as he forces himself even deeper. River’s voice is a deep growl, as if encouraging you to acknowledge the mess he’s making between your thighs. “Guess we know not to talk back now, huh baby?” 

River grins when you cry out little “uh huhs” and hips begin to ram into your ass, big hands digging into your hips for leverage. With each thrust, he’s knocking the air out of your lungs, forcing literal jolts of pleasure to fire from synapses.

Through the tiniest, weakest gasps, and through the soft, wet sounds of River fucking himself into your dripping pussy, you feel like you’ve already been broken in at this point. Purely fucked stupid. Your brain’s beginning to feel like it’s short-circuiting, your core’s on fucking fire. 

You’re totally unaware of yourself at this point as he slams against your ass, uncaring as you let desperate, depraved whiny moans escape your lips. You sound filthy— you no longer care about getting caught, the only thing on your mind is him. Your pussy squelches against the quietness of the office, your nasty moans bouncing off of the walls. All you can do is hiccup little “thankyouthankyouthankyou!!’s” as River stuffs you full, and he loves it. 

“There you go, V. Good girl, givin’ in….finally.”

A gasp escapes you, your pussy clamping down on him as you nod over and over again. But he can’t help but to give you a little chuckle as his ganic hand wraps around the your throat juuuusssttt enough to squeeze a little. And oh, just like that, he’s entirely set you off. Within minutes, he’s fucked the most dangerous merc in Night City into submission. What a fuckin’ achievement that one is. 

You’re so so out of it, mind dumb from the combined pain and pleasure. the wetness of your cunt squelches and drips whenever he pulls out his cock to fuck it deeper. Your slick even drips down his balls— and it drives him fucking crazy.  River is ripping sobs and little hiccups  of pleasure from your throat as he angles his cock deep inside, almost folding you in half, your knees wrapped right around his back to hold him deeper. But fuck, he’s getting loud too. You both are. 

You’re fucked out by your pretty cop boyfriend. You. The most dangerous merc around. It’s a funny fucking thought, almost. Johnny’s gonna lose his shit again after this, but your head is literally spinning, your thighs beginning to tremble against River’s mean thrusts. You feel drunk off of him, and your pussy literally trembles whenever he looks you dead in the eyes as he fucks the life outta you.

 You swear your system is genuinely being overloaded by sheer fucking pleasure. Jolts of electrical euphoria slide down to your best spots over and over again. But there’s a creeping, burning feeling burning up within you, and your body seizes. 

Fuck. You’re already close. Like the obedient merc you are, you warn your detective, even as tears of dumbfound pleasure slide down to your cheeks, even as you struggle to let the words fall from your lips. “C—Close!!” you hiccup. 

“Already, baby? Finishing up so soon?” River teases, and he can’t help but to stare down at you at the absolute, utter enchanting way tears begin to spill from the corners of your eyelids as you try so fucking hard to hold your orgasm back for him, to not let it overtake you even when your tummy coils and you’re forced to heave out your little breaths and moans as he literally fucks the air from your lungs. 

“Riiiivvvvv…” you whine, half-kisses eyes

closing. “Jus.. jus’ lemme finish..”

He can feel the way your juicy pussy attempts to milk him dry, the way your entire whole body shivers and trembles beneath him. River presses a little kiss to your forehead, still driving his hips into yours. “Hang on a little while longer for me, yeah?”

River swears, you look fucking adorable. All spread out beneath him on his desk, your nails desperately scratching at his bare back while you try to wrap your legs around his waist. Your eyes are tear-filled and glazed over— your mouth slightly agape. He’s grunting, panting— River feels every little contraction and pulse of your tight cunt around his thick, veiny cock.  can’t hold back for any longer— he needs you to finish.You’re trying sooo hard to hold yourself back, and fuck, it’s adorable—he can’t help but just to tease you a little. 

River hunches over you, getting real close in between his ruthless thrusts and little groans of pleasure, his voice is hoarse— low, as if he’s struggling to keep himself together. 

“Ask nicely, V.”

A twinge of embarrassment shoots down to your core at his filthy demand. At this point, you know you’ve got no choice but to obey. You open your mouth, and let the sinful, filthy words you know he wants to hear slide from your lips, and you sure as hell can’t tell whether you love it or hate him for it. 

 “Please let me cum, Detective,” you whine, your chest beginning to heave as you struggle to hold yourself back from releasing just yet. It’s fucking almost painful the way you’d body convulses and just seizes; he’s just giving you too much pleasure.  “Been s—soo good for you… been takin’ alla you so well…” You babble out, the first tears of pleasure beginning to slide down your puffy cheeks. 

 “I want you, River. Need you now. Need this. Please, just let me—please…” you beg. And River finally gives in, leaning down to press a little kiss to your forehead whilst in the middle of absolutely destroying you. 

And oh, River Ward just couldn’t get enough. 

A little smirk of satisfaction spreads across his face at your debauched little begs. River was always so proud whenever he got to make his lil merc finish— and just fucking looved to hear you beg beneath him. 

“Go ahead, little mercenary, you can cum for me,” River growls, relishing in the way your pussy tightens when he growls deeply in your ear. “N’ don’t hold back on me, sweetheart.”

So you finally heed his command, and finally let go of the insane amount of tension building up within your stomach. Within seconds, you’re gushing against him, pussy constricting impossibly tightly around his dick, and your entire body jolts— your back arches entirely off of the desk as your jaw goes entirely slack. You’re genuinely not able to talk, you’re too fucking absorbed in able to letting the crashing euphoria overtake you. 

“O-Oh, Fuu—ckkk…” River groans, his voice cracking so subtly sweet as he struggles to chase his own orgasm. You’re literally milking him for all he’s worth— and it’s been too long, he’s literally aching to cum, and you know it too. 

You’ve got him whimpering, his head is thrown fowards as he fucks you through his own orgasm. Through your half-lidded eyes, you watch your beloved detective. “Cum inside… please, Riv. N—Need it,” you cry out. 

River chuckles—his  thrusts are animalistic— borderline furious as he drives his hips into yours. “Remember, you asked for it, little mercenary…”

You literally can only watch when River rocks his hips back and forth into you, as if testing how deep he’s claimed his deadly merc. But even with a muddled mind and blurry eyes, even as your sweet detective boyfriend roughly grasps onto the meat of your thigh hard enough to bruise, you notice his hips beginning to falter, slow down, his own thighs beginning to tremble. 

You genuinely swear you catch his eyes rolling back for just a second.

“Fill… me… up,” you pant, and as if on cue, hips finally stop as he presses his weight onto you with a groan— and pushes himself as deep as possible, filling you up to the brim before he shoots velvety ropes inside, pumping you full of of his hot cum.  “Fuck—fuckfuckfuckfuck…” 

It’s just been so so long since’s he’s felt your warm,  pretty pussy clench around him, and he’s thrown over the fucking edge. He can’t bring himself to pull out, not like this, he just needs to enjoy the feeling of you milking him of all he’s worth, he needs you to take every single drop. It’s just been far too long since he’s last felt you like this. Around his trembling, aching dick, you clamp and squeeze against him in like a fucking godsend. He can’t get enough of your pretty pussy dripping all over him, letting him pump your pretty pussy full of his cum. 

You look utterly etheral in the dim glow of his office, naked, fucked-out, panting and heaving with tears of pure, dumb-founded pleasure running down your cheeks from the orgasm he genuinely ripped out of you after sooo long. 

You both sit still, quivering and shaking as you pant and struggle to breathe as you come down from your respective highs. 

Your eyes flutter open when he pulls out of you, a trail of cum sliding from your abused hole down to your ass. His calloused fingers cup your chin so so gently as he slides his overwhelmed cock against your soaked folds, still trying to savor your juices while he still could. 

Another moment of silence passes between you as you sit still for a minute, all spread out and panting. 

“Need you to look at me, V…” he pants, a dumbstruck little smile spreading across his face when you tilt your timid gaze up to meet his, your eyes fluttering open. The pad of his thumb slides across your cheek— and your heart burns with love at his gentle touch. “Thank you,” he breathes, voice shallow, chest heaving a little. “I… I needed that.” 

River's strong hands find their way to your waist, pulling you impossibly close until there was no space left to bridge. You willingly slump against him, finding solace in his warm embrace. 

"I know you did," you reply with a weak smile, your voice reduced to a meek whisper. With a shaky hand, you cup his jaw, your touch conveying more love and appreciation than your words ever could. "I needed that, too."

As you both lay entangled in each other's arms, the dim office around you seemed to fade away. The quiet hum of the city and the eerie darkness disappeared, replaced by the warmth of your long-awaited embrace. In the daring midst of Night City's chaos, you and River had finally reached a moment of peace and solace in each other's arms.

A lingering moment of silence passes, and River finally speaks, his voice raspy and exhausted. "V, let's go home. Can’t fuckin’ stand this office anymore..” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back to gaze longingly into your eyes.

You meet his steely gaze,  your eyes locking with his. “Mhm... was thinkin’ the same thing," you replied with a knowing smile.

River’s strong, reassuring hands lift you off of his lap. With the most gentle and softest of touches, River helps you dress, sliding your clothes back onto your exhausted body. The moment is intimate—filled with an unspoken affection that neither of you dared to disturb. 

….Except for Johnny. 

Your digital companion strikes again, ashing out his cigarette against the concrete.

 “Well… guess the star-crossed lovers are finally on their way out. Enjoy this while you can, V— ain’t gonna last.”

You can’t bring yourself to bitch back right now— the moment between you and River is just too perfect, so you just mentally shrug off Johnny's caustic remark. You knew him well enough to understand that, beneath his shitty cynical exterior, he harbored some form of care for you. 

Johnny's holographic form appeared, leaning against a digital wall as he continued his tirade."I've seen a lot of 'em come and go, these star-crossed lovers," he spits, his tone still dripping with sarcasm. "But you, V, you always manage to surprise me. Guess I should be happy you found someone like River to put up with your crazy ass."

You can’t help but to laugh inwardly, your thoughts projecting to Johnny, "Well, aren't you just a bucket of sunshine today? You know what they say, Johnny, love makes the world go 'round."

He snortes, his cyber visage maintaining its cool composure. "Yeah, love. The most preem emotion in the 'verse, huh?"

Your smirk was evident in your mental reply, "Jealous, Johnny?"

He rolled his virtual eyes, flicking his digital cigarette away. "Nah, I've had my time, V. But for your sake, I hope it lasts."

As you and River reach the exit of the office building, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment, knowing that, for now, you have found a love that was worth cherishing, no matter what Johnny or Night City throws your way.

Hand in hand, you and River leave the office behind, heading toward the sanctuary of your shared world—where your love could flourish and bring you the peace you both desperately desired after such a long day. Home was where your hearts truly belonged, a place where you could find solace in each other's arms, where love thrived amid the bleary, unending chaos of the city around you. 

#literally took more than a month to write this. oopsies. #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk smut #river ward x reader #river ward #cyberpunk 2077 fic #river ward romance #river ward x v #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #silverv #cyberpunk phantom liberty #fem v cyberpunk #fem v #cp2077 #joce writes

[bihanspookies]

GUESS WHO HAD A NAUGHTY CHOSO THOT

ME

I wrote this with a female reader in mind 🫡

Warnings: fingering, slight exhibiton??, chosos finger blasting you while gojo and geto are right outside on the back porch, use of ‘good girl’ but once.

8:47 p.m

“Sh sh sh, be quiet baby. Don’t wanna let the others know what we’re doing, hm?”

Even though Choso’s hand was over your mouth, it wasn’t enough to keep your moans muffled completely. How could you when his fingers were buried so deep in your cunt, stuffing you so full and threatening to coax a second orgasm from your worm out body?

You had to be quiet, you just had to because you wouldn’t dare let Satoru and Suguru know what exactly Choso was doing to you while they stood outside, talking about who knows what.

You all decided to share one room to save on money, Satoru claiming there was enough space so you’d all fit comfortably. He was clearly wrong when you four had walked in to find only one bed and sofa couch, turning to look at Satoru who only gave a sheepish grin before attempting a distraction by pointing out the lavish pool in the backyard.

They were grateful enough to give you and Choso the bed saying that you two needed the privacy. It didn’t stop Choso from putting his hands on you the minute the two friends stepped outside for a moment, wanting to breathe in the crisp night air.

A movie played in the background but you paid no mind, trying to focus on the way Choso fingered you so deliciously well, making your eyes flutter and your throat dry. He thankfully had thrown a blanket over the both you before he started his shit, pulling it up to your chins and laying behind you, painting an innocent expression of ‘just wanting to cuddle’.

“God I wish I could eat your pussy right now. Taste you on my tongue and make you cum on my face.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips, your heart momentarily jumping as you could’ve sworn Suguru stopped talking for the briefest second before resuming his conversation with Satoru. You watched them through the glass doors with hazy eyes, feeling waves of anxiety yet tendrils of excitement course through you at the possibility of getting caught.

“Are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?”

You hum a ‘mhm’, reaching behind you to dig your nails into Choso’s leg, your thighs starting to quiver the closer he brought you to sweet release. Choso buries his face in your neck, removing his hand from your mouth to wrap around your throat.

“Stay quiet and I’ll let you cum okay?”

You nodded furiously, starting to eagerly rock your hips against him.

“Good girl.”

He tightens his hold on your throat while biting your shoulder, using his thumb to rub at your clit. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body jolting as your climax racks throughout your body. Choso’s muttering sweet and sinful praises behind you, rutting his hips against your ass as he cums in his pants, his seed seeping through the material and onto your rear.

He grunts quietly, slowing down the movements of his hand before pulling out completely. Carefully he brings it out from under the blanket, popping his two fingers into his mouth to suck them clean and taste you.

“Fucking divine as always.”

He helps adjust your pants, shifting behind you and positioning yourselves back to ‘watching the movie’. It was about five minutes later when Satoru and Suguru walked back in, a look passing between the two as they gazed upon you and Choso. Satoru opens his mouth but is quickly stopped by Suguru with a slap to the back of his neck, shaking his head before he speaks.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’ll be taking the bed for the night.” Suguru mirths with a twinkle in his eye.

Choso only grins at that, nodding and giving the go ahead while your face starts to burn in embarrassment. Choso chuckles softly in your ear, nuzzling you for comfort.

“That just means I can eat you out sooner than I thought, sweetheart.”

#Choso #choso x reader #my writings #jjk #jjk x reader

[bumblingbabooshka]

Hi welcome backk :] I’m currently hyperfixating on art history + Tuvok so here’s some Renaissance - 19th century paintings that I think Tuvok (especially Tuvok the way you characterize him :) would serve cunt in: Fra Fillippo Lippi - Madonna With Child Enthroned With Two Angels, Georges de La Tour - The Penitent Magdalen, John Singer Sargent - Madame X (Madame Pierre Gautreau) (bonus points cuz of the history of the painting) Thank you for your time :)

Sketches! Thoughts on each Below (I don't know art history)

Madame X: The difference between the woman's very pale skin and the deep black of her dress is striking. She's also the only thing really in frame - even the background is just a color. Looking back on it I wish I'd chosen a different color for the background so Tuvok's skin looked more striking. If I redo this I definitely will since her skin being the only 'pale' thing is part of what (to me) makes her so immediately striking. Currently in my piece that 'point of interest' has become the white robes which wasn't my intention. But the fact that they're so fancy makes it seem like it might be, hehe...if this was an assignment for a class or something I'd definitely lie and say it was. Anyway since Tuvok has dark skin I didn't want to keep the clothes black since to me it wouldn't have the same 'Madame X' appeal. So I changed his robes to be white to contrast his skin and also made them less revealing because I don't think Tuvok wears very revealing outfits....usually very covered up and layered. So again I wanted to change the appeal - you can't really see any part of his body so you focus on the face instead, even though the face isn't focusing on you. I picture this as a younger version of Tuvok at some sort of function. The 'bunny ears' at the top of his head mimic Madame X's hairpin(?) but also bring to mind a Vulcan Priestess.

The Penitent Magdalene: Tuvok's most associated color (to me) being purple made this drawing again a bit ... mmm -tilts hand so so- The red in the originally really warmed the piece and was very eye catching. There was more of a sense of the candle's glow. I thought about using his security yellow but I thought it'd be too samey with the golds and browns and I wanted to signify that this is a private, personal moment. I drew this while thinking about the scene where Tuvok places a candle in his window for Kes after her ascension. Quiet mourning. We don't see his face because he's Vulcan and it's assumed he's struggling with emotion. Even the mirror doesn't show his face - it shows the candle, symbolic of his affection for Kes and his grief at her having gone. It burns bright. On the floor is his Starfleet badge, pointing him out but useless. This visage of dark and quiet sorrow is cut through slightly by light from the next and last piece. Madonna with Child, Two Angels: Of course Tuvok's angels and his children are one in the same. In the original piece, the child is able to touch its mother but in this one she's just out of reach. Tuvok is similarly not looking at or embracing the child - in this piece it's because he cannot. He's too far from her, from all of them! He is instead praying (as they do in canon) to return safely to them. Tuvok looks more tired in this one and he's wearing the neck ruffle thing that the monk he was sent to as a teenager wore. I'm using it here as like a nun's habit but also as like 'he's remembering another time his faith was utterly destroyed and he was able to rebuild it'. Forever thinking about the throwaway line in 'Innocence' where he says he USED to believe in katra but RECENTLY struggles to. I wonder if this is because he's alone, without family. To believe in katra would be somewhat frightening under those circumstances. You can say 'Janeway would just take it' but I'm sure it's more complicated and fraught for Tuvok himself. Anyway, I turned the halo into a part of the headscarf he's wearing (some sort of ornate accessory) and the mischievous/joyful angel in the original is now Elieth who looks accusatory, as if we're keeping him and his siblings from their father. The spark in the middle of the drawing is ... well it's their connection and all that stems from it. Both joy and sorrow at remembering, having had. This is why it also 'cuts through' them - separating them. It's also why I incorporated it slightly into the above piece as they deal with similar themes. I hope this was satisfactory! Thank you!

#very good choices - I loved all of these~!!! #I don't really know how you all think I characterize Tuvok but these paintings were right on the money soooo <3 #tuvok-enjoyer #I'm still kicking myself about the madame x background. AAAGH. <- Charlie Brown Scream #Tuvok #Q&A #bee doodles #Thank you again~!! I love Tuvok~!! I'm something of a Tuvok Enjoyer mys- (pulled away via large cane)