#I LOVE RENDERING HAIR!!! HAIR IS SO MUCH FUN I LOVE RENDERING HAIR

[quantumfiddlesticks]

I hope this isn’t accidentally offensive or anything but as a white (passing) artist it is the most joyful thing in the world when I get commissioned to draw a black character

one of my favorite things to draw in any sense is hair and textured hair is just so much fun. i love puffs and curls and tight detailed braids. i love using those rich saturated colors rendering skin tone. i love the dimensions of color contrast and value you can go to in overall character design.

it would be good for me i think to make a black OC if only so I can draw black features more. maybe it’s the 2014 tumblr PCness getting to me telling me I can’t. i should though

apologies for the long post idk it’s just really nice and vindicating to see someone trying to break down the aforementioned 2014 tumblr directive of only drawing or creating after your own culture/identity i guess

when I do draw my human self I absolutely LOVE rendering dark skin and drawing my features, people can draw whatever they want but like, it would be more cool to just see people like me more in art. it's not difficult to render or color dark skin or our features if you do a lil study. you should include black folks in your art.

[theonebee]

Everybody say hello to my precious boy, Squishsopp <3

[ripdragonbeans]

My Beauty

@hotd-bigbang thank you for the first prompt: Tropes!!!

Trope included: Forbidden Lovers, kinda Secret Marriage, kinda bodyguard/knight.

Pairing: Aegon x FemReader

Warnings: fingering, allusion to sex

A/N: This just kinda happened. Not planned at all so here you go, have fun besties

Summary: You have been assigned by Queen Alicent and Ser Criston Cole to watch over the eldest son. However, you are not to be seen and you are not to interact with him.

“You need an heir, Aegon. A legitimate heir, not a bastard. You must marry soon,” Queen Alicent told her eldest son.

To Aegon, however, it was nonsense. He didn't want to marry. Well, at least marry purely to produce an heir. He was never one to believe in true love but when he met you all that changed.

Walking the Streets of Silk one night, you ran into the eldest prince, Aegon Targaryen. Like most nights, he was inebriated and had to walk with the help of his guards, but he seemed to have sobered up when he saw you. His back straightened, his eyes widened, and Aegon Targaryen was rendered speechless. 

Aegon took in your beauty, your hair, your delicate hands, your mesmerizing face. “Why is a beauty like you running through the Streets of Silk?” he slurred.

One of your eyebrows shot up but quickly you schooled your face into one of calmness. He didn’t recognize you. Of course he didn’t, he was always too drunk to even register you. Whenever Aegon would venture into the streets at night you would always be behind him, making sure he never did anything too drastic as the future King, as per Queen Alicent’s request. You watched him lay with many women at the brothels, as painful as it was to you. You don’t know when, but at some point after the Queen sought out your help, you had fallen in love with the uncontrollable elder son of the Targaryens. 

You bowed quickly, as you wanted to keep decorum while also not letting too many people know that the prince was here, not that he made himself quiet during these outings. “Why, thank you, my Prince. I am simply wandering the streets as you do.”

Prince Aegon cocked his head to the side. “You should not. This is no place for someone as…” he looked you up and down, “precious as you.”

“You consider me precious, my Prince?” you stifled a laugh.

Aegon took two strides to you and soon he was only a breath away. He smelled of alcohol and sex and yet you welcomed it with open arms. When his hand came up to cup your cheek, a shiver pulsed through you. Prince Aegon was intoxicating and you wanted more of him.

“Yes,” he whispered. “You are precious to me.”

In an attempt to back away, you instead found yourself pressed up against a wall. The guards who were keeping watch over Aegon did nothing to remove him from you. They did what they always did: watch.

You tried to reason with him to get this foolish notion out of his head. “You do not even know me, my Prince. And I do not know you.”

The last sentence was a lie and you knew it. You knew Aegon like the back of your hand.

“You seem…familiar to me,” Aegon mused. “Perhaps I should entertain you somewhere else?”

As much as you wanted to deny him, to tell him no, you knew it would be useless. Useless because he was the crown prince and because you would do anything for him, even if it meant breaking your own heart.

If it were even possible, you moved closer to him. “I know a place we could go, but it must be alone. Your guards would not be allowed.”

He dropped the hand that was one your cheek. “Allowed? They are my guards, they go wherever I tell them to.”

“Then it is your choice, my Prince. Come with me, alone, or let me go.”

Aegon looked back and forth between you and his guards. His guards did not make any suggestion as to what he should do but simply stared at the two of you. 

Aegon grunted. “You. I choose you.” He turned to his guards. “You are dismissed."

One of the guards stepped close. “But, my Prince, we are on strict orders to keep your watch.”

“You leave me alone when I am fucking the whores. This is no different.”

The guards shifted their feet and muttered something about agreeing before leaving you two be. 

For a moment you stood there, Aegon trapping you between him and the wall. Staring up at him, you took in his beautiful violet eyes. They were always so intense, you could find them anywhere. However, there had always been a hint of brokenness to them. Something hurt him long ago that he could never get back, never heal from.

You coughed. “Let me take you to this place.” You pushed him back slightly to get around him only to turn back around and offer him your hand. “Do you trust me?”

Instead of answering, Aegon took your hand.

The next time Aegon found you was when he was wandering the castle, no end in sight; no goal. When he saw you he had to rub his eyes to make sure that he was not seeing a hallucination. It could not be you, yet here you were, the beauty from the Streets of SIlk. The precious one.

You were walking to your meeting place with Queen Alicent and Ser Criston Cole to give them an update of Aegon and how he has been faring on his nights out. So far it has all been the same. Lots of debauchery and stupid decisions but nothing yet too damaging to the Crown.

“You!” Aegon’s voice cut through the hallway.

Immediately, you turned and bowed. “Yes, my Prince?”

There was a crazed look in his eyes. He was disheveled and looked as though he got little sleep. You knew that last half was a fact, though. He spent his whole night drinking and barely made it to his own bed before first light.

He was quick to start questioning you. “Why are you here? How are you here?”

Lying to him would have been the smart decision but you could not bring yourself to do so. “I am here to meet with the Queen and Ser Criston Cole. I am to update them about my findings.”

“And what are these findings?” Aegon pushed. 

Avoiding his gaze, you looked at the ground. “You.” Clearing your throat you made yourself look into his eyes. “The Queen tasked me to watch you each night you went out. That first night we met was no coincidence but rather a failing on my part. You were never to know I was following you, that I was even there.”

“Then why are you telling me now?”

“Because I can not lie to you, my Prince.”

“Everyone lies to me, my beauty. You would be no different.”

“The difference,” you started, “is that I care about you and do not wish to keep things from you.” You huffed. “Now, you must excuse me, I am late to meet with the Queen.”

Aegon watched you briskly walk off. He stared at your retreating form, in complete awe. He had a feeling someone else was always watching over him but never would think it would be you, his beauty. Following your trail, he was careful not to be seen by any other guards who would alert others of his presence. Pressing up against a wall, Aegon neared the door you went through. The door did not fully close, allowing him to catch the conversation between you, his mother, and Ser Criston.

“You revealed yourself to him?” Queen Alicent said hurriedly. “How could you do such a thing?”

“He found me first,” you said calmly. “But I could not find it in myself to lie to him. He asked why I was here and I told him.”

Ser Criston sighed. “Have we been compromised, then? Are you unable to fulfill your duties?”

Your back straightened. “No, Ser. I am still capable.”

“Even if it means lying to my son?” Alicent’s eyes were sharp. 

She was known to be kind but at this moment you felt as though you were being trapped. 

You swallowed. “Yes.”

“You will continue your duty of watching over him but you are forbidden to interact with him anymore, am I clear?” Ser Criston asked. “We can not have fully armored guards around him all day, which is why we have you.”

“Yes, I will be more discreet." You bowed your head in compliance. 

“And you are not to interact with him. That is very important. We must push him in the direction of finding a suitable bride, not towards the brothels,” added Queen Alicent.

You were surprised. You did not think they would be so worried about him finding a suitable bride so soon. Unable to keep the question to yourself, you asked them, “Why does he need to find a bride now?”

The Queen stiffened and looked around. “The King is sick, my dear,” she whispered, “and Aegon is the next in line. He needs a queen to be by his side and to bear his heir.”

“I…I see.”

Ser Criston came forward. “Does this information worry you?”

“Only in that I am concerned for the King, nothing else.”

Ser Criston narrowed his eyes but nodded in accepting your answer.

At this point your hands have gone clammy and you needed some air. Aegon was to be looking for a queen, a wife. You were not someone who could be his and it broke your heart. But it would not stop you from loving him.

The next few times Aegon went out at night he did not venture to the brothel, despite it being his usual haunt. Instead he found himself looking for you. He overheard the conversation you had with his mother and Ser Criston but refused for you to become invisible to him. That one moment, that one night he found you, he had fallen in love with you. He was awed by you. You were his beauty and he would take no one else but you to be his wife. He kept trying to lure you out by putting himself in danger but it never worked. Aegon could feel you though. He knew you were here, always here, watching him.

While you watched Aegon go through his life, you stayed content in the back. You did notice, however, that he no longer frequented the brothels. Instead he was looking around, looking for you, you soon realized. But you could not. You could not go to him. Ser Criston forbade you from interacting with the Prince so that is the way it must be. Always at the ready, you were there for him, for Aegon.

“I CAN NOT DO THIS ANYMORE!” Aegon yelled as he threw an empty goblet at the wall. He slumped back into his chair, wanting nothing more than to be with you.

Of course, you were there, hidden. You wanted nothing more than to go out and comfort the Prince but you knew you could not. So, instead, you sat there, in the crowd, and watched as the Prince threw a tantrum in the tavern.

A madame from the brothel next door sauntered over to him. “Perhaps one of my girls could calm you down?”

“No,” Aegon growled. “I want no one else.” 

And with that he stormed out of the tavern, his guards at his heels, and you right behind them.

At some point you had lost sight of Aegon and his guards. Cursing yourself, you slowed down to a walk but kept your eyes and ears open for any sign of Prince Aegon. 

Suddenly, you felt the presence of someone around you. “Show yourself!” you said as you unsheathed a dagger that was strapped on your thigh underneath your dress. Looking around, you saw no one but knew in your heart someone was there. You continued to walk, dagger at the ready, when a hand covered your mouth and another pulled you back against a wall.

Fear slammed your head. You tried to stab your attacker but they were well at avoiding your attempts. Although you were tasked with watching over Aegon, you were never trained on how to protect him, much less yourself.

A soft voice flowed from the mouth of your attacker. “Be still, my beauty.”

You halted at his command. No one called you beauty. No one called you theirs. No one but him.

“I will release you but you must be quiet. I do not know how long I can avoid my guards,” Aegon said quickly.

Nodding your head, you agreed to be quiet while Aegon released his hold on you. 

“I am not supposed to be with you, Aegon!” you whisper shouted.

Aegon huffed. “I know. I listened to the meeting you had with my mother and Ser Criston a while ago.”

“You did what?” you were in shock. 

“I could not help myself. I wanted to know what was going to happen to you. Because…” Aegon took a deep breath. “Because I can not stay away from you.”

“No,” you felt tears desiring to push through. “You must find a good high born lady to be with you.”

“If I am to be the King then I can change who I must be with. And it is you I want you to be my queen, to be my wife. I want you to carry our children.” He brought a hand to your waist and a hand to your cheek. “I choose you. We can marry, quickly and quietly and all will be done and then no one can hurt you.”

“What about your mother? Ser Criston Cole?” you asked. “There will be consequences for this kind of action!” You pressed your forehead against his but quickly pulled away.

“Consequences be damned! I want you!” He gripped you tighter. 

It should have scared you, how much Prince Aegon wanted you, but it did not. Instead, it made you want him more. 

You closed your eyes. “Show me. Show me you want me as your queen.”

Almost immediately, Aegon crashed his lips against yours. He was just as soft as you had dreamed. While his lips were soft, however, his actions were very possessive. He held you tight, refusing to let go. Another hand skimmed over your body, urging you to drop the dagger onto the ground next to you. He moved from your mouth to kiss your jaw and down your neck.

“Beautiful, all the sounds you make. The way you taste. You are my beauty,” Aegon said as he kissed you. 

He brushed his hand over the top of your breasts and you arched into his touch.

“I know you want me just as much as I want you,” he whispered. He moved his hand under the skirt of your dress and dragged a finger up your thigh. “If I were to touch you there would I find you wet and wanting?” The hand that was on your breast went up around your throat.

You relished it, being dominated by this man. “Yes. I’m wet for you and only you.”

“Hmm. Good.” 

That was all that was said before Aegon plunged a finger inside you. 

“More, please,” you begged the Prince.

“Ah, my beauty wants more? Of course I shall give her more.” He added in a second and then a third finger into your heat. 

Your eyes rolled back as he started rubbing your pearl with his thumb. Rocking against his hand, you pushed for your climax. You wanted, no, needed, all of him.

“Aegon, I want all of you,” you pleaded.

“And you will,” he said between kissing and nipping on your neck. “Once we are married we will consummate it immediately.”

You held Aegon close as you writhed against him. His violet eyes were intense as he watched you come undone on his hand. When you had regained your breath, he slowly pulled out his fingers and sucked each one clean. 

“Divine,” Aegon whispered. “You are mine, now and forever. My beauty.”

Waking up in the Prince’s bed had always been a dream of yours but this time it was not merely a dream, it was reality. Your body was sore in the most wonderful of ways. As you lay there, you recalled the previous night. Aegon finding you in the streets. Him taking you to your climax by only using his fingers. Finding the septon to marry you two under the eyes of the Seven. And lastly, falling into bed with the most beautiful man you have ever met; a man you would do anything for.

Turning your head, you took in the beautiful man asleep next to you. His hair was disheveled and he looked exhausted but he also looked at peace. In all the nights you had followed him, you had never seen him at peace.  This is the first time he seemed content. 

His eyelids fluttered open, as though he could sense you staring at him. 

“Good morning, my wife.” Aegon smiled.

“Good morning, my lord husband.” You could not help the smile that graced your face as well.

Aegon brought a hand up to cup your cheek, just like he had done many times before. “You are mine, now and forever, my beauty. No one shall break us apart. Not my mother, not Ser Criston.”

Leaning into his touch, you took in his words as a promise and you know it was one he would not break. 

“AEGON!” Queen Alicent’s voice was piercing. “You married her? The one who was to keep watch over you? Without informing us?”

Aegon sat up in bed, not caring for his nudity in front of his mother. You, on the other hand, tried to cover up the best you could.

“I do not wish to be set up with some boring highborn lady. I wanted her so I married her,” Aegon said simply.

Ser Criston Cole walked into the room and stared directly at you. You could not help but shrink away from his gaze.

“And you will not do anything to my wife. She is mine to protect and to love and she will carry my babes.”

Underneath the covers, you moved your hand to hold onto Aegon’s. He gave you a reassuring squeeze as he continued to talk to Queen Alicent and Ser Criston Cole.

“You do not get a say in who I marry.”

Queen Alicent scoffed. “Well, now we do not. You already went ahead without asking for a blessing.” She rubbed her temples. “Why did you even do this, Aegon?”

“Because I love her.”

The Queen sighed. “If you love her…then I guess all will be fine.”

“Fine?” Ser Criston finally said. “This is not fine, she went against orders, my Queen.”

“Yes, she did, but we are unable to touch her. And I do not see much that is wrong other than disobeying your orders. She is not a threat to us.”

You pipped up. “I assure you, I am not. I only wish to love Aegon with my heart and to bear his children when the time comes.”

Queen Alicent gave Ser Criston a knowing look. “They are simply in love. Was it reckless? Yes. Was it necessary? Not really. Was it done out of love? Yes, and for that I will allow it. I did not get to marry out of love, but rather out of duty. While I wish my children would do their duty, I will not stop them from finding love.”

Aegon nodded. “Thank you, mother.”

“You are welcome, my son.”

You noticed that Aegon’s cheeks flared when she called him that. It was something that was rarely said with love and yet here, it was. 

“Now,” Alicent clasped her hands together. “Since your marriage was rather quiet last night, it must now be proclaimed and celebrated today.”

You sat at a grand table with Aegon by your side. You were dressed in the most delicate and beautiful of dresses. Earlier you had been paraded around by Aegon. He was eager to talk all about his wife and how precious she was to him. Even Aegon’s younger brother and sister came to talk to you and welcomed you into the family.

Many were surprised that Aegon married so quickly. He was not known to be one who might settle down with someone. Yet here he was, with you next to him.

Aegon looked at you and brought your hand to his lips. He brushed his lips against your knuckle. “My beauty.”

[carrioncider]

Last Dance

rip owen carvour you would have loved j.c. leyendecker

(i'll post close-ups if y'all ask btw) (also on twt)

[gojira007]

Aww I love all the different fonts 'n' speech-balloon styles here to convey the characters' differing voices 'n' tones. Vegeta's faintly stressed out face is great too. But most of all I LOVE these takes on Kuriza 'n' Bra's designs; the way Kuriza's slightly-older design still retains so much of the personality of his infant design is so satisfying 'n' adorable, and I LOVE the big bright look of Bra's face, the fun puffy way you render her hair. The choice to give her a tail is also A+ in my opinion.

Has Kuriza interacted with other children? Would you let him interact with the children of the earth?

He has a disappointing affinity for Saiyans.

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[aeymii]

Sometimes, you just gotta sit back and draw this a-hole✨

[weirdglassthing]

I draw pyke a normal amount

Outfit below 👇

[arom-antix]

Smash your competition, baby

Open for higher resolution Credit to @neon-garbage-angel for the idea Close-ups, explanation, design, and extras below the break

So there I was, innocently scrolling Tumblr on a Monday when someone reblogs a post of mine. I go to look and find tags on my Judas piece that immediately katapult me into this piece and, as is tradition for me, listening to the song that inspired this piece on repeat until I was done. Due to stuff, that took three whole days. I want to extend a formal thanks and a formal please I will never get this song out of my head, thank you for that but I also hate you a little bit /j to @neon-garbage-angel for introducing me to Gladiator by Jann. This is canon to me now.

And because I couldn't decide while I was drawing, I did a version where Viktor still has his long hair. However, when I was doing the design sheet and really thought hard about my decisions, the short-haired version makes more sense so that one got the top spot. But have the other version anyway!

Here are some promised close-ups because this thing got intricate. I should've known. I was surprised anyway.

And then last but certainly not least: Me being back on my bullshit! Here, have an extremely cramped design sheet! (I apologise to anyone using a screen reader in advance, I'll try my best with the ALT YuY)

[calo-wav]

because i’m still in love with you / i wanna see you dance again

something something post-canon exes who can't love anyone else because they're still in love with each other but one is rooted to the earth in terror and the other one only finds peace in the stars

fic im writing transparent ver (looks really cool against a dark bg!) + sketch ⮕ final process below

[macabrecabra]

And an artfight attack against @luqlustra of Granite! I saw the character and she just looked like a lot of fun to draw <3 She seemed the type to come up with some big plan to get rich quick with a lot of whimsical evil and mischief

Had to do an attack of Luqlustra for all the kind comments that have been left and just all around being a great artist!

[mikodaiyo]

I saw everyone else drawing a full moon & wanted to join!

[stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite]

Hello, peeps!

Following the theme of my previous post, here's another BNHA character the way I picture them in my mind! ^-^

And a close-up of course, I did not put all that detail in there for tumblr to crunchify the image and make my efforts fruitless lmfao

I spent a decent amount of time on his scar, and I think it paid off! In my opinion, it looks quite beautiful :]

I almost posted this with the image flipped, but I caught myself just in time bahahaha

I flip my doodles back and forth several times throughout the drawing process, which I've now discovered can be a dangerous game if I'm doodling a character with distinct differences between their left and right sides TTvTT

Artistic close calls and heterochromatic cinnamon rolls aside, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day! 🧡

Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲

[yemmuis]

edging your husband!gojo until he literally cant take it anymore.

you made a bet. with him, that is. after a honeymoon of fucking like rabbits, drinking too much and sleeping in every day, you decided it might be fun to make your man wait a bit before he can have you again. specifically after something he said in the afterglow of sex and champagne, snuggling into you tightly.

“hey, baby?” gojo breathes against your neck, his arm around your waist tightening a little as he pulls you back against his chest. “been thinkin’, i dunno if i can ever get off without you again.”

those drowsy, mumbled words sparked something in you. never again? what a great opportunity!

“baby, please, come on! just let me touch you, please?” gojo whines, his tone desperate as he presses his face into your stomach and groans. “you’re so pretty, i wanna fuck you so bad…” but no, you can’t relent. you want to see where this goes, and if youre anything, its a person of follow-through.

“no, ‘toru. you can wait.” you retort, carding your fingers through his snowy white locks and continuing with your work on your laptop with the other hand. you almost hope you can make him snap. even if hes been a little rough with you before, youve never seen him really break. maybe you just like how bad he needs you.

and, maybe its his tone when he gets all whiney and needy. maybe.

“angel, love of my life, my perfect spouse, please? anything. anything, seriously. i will buy you a new car if you let me fuck you. god, i swear i will die if—“

okay, maybe you werent a person of your word. so what? hes so desperate, you cant help it.

its not long until your laptop and all the clothes on your body are forgotten on your bedroom floor.

“fuck, baaby, god,” gojo groans, feeding every thick inch of his cock sloooowly into your hole, biting his lip, hair sweat-sticky and flattened to his forehead. “thank you, baby, thank you…” his tone is whiney, but still hoarse, his head pressed into your chest as his hips twitch into yours and his fingers sink into your thighs. “this is why i fuckin’ married you. haahh…” hes whining, whimpering, thrusting his hips into yours with reckless abandon, barely fucking conscious and yet his fingers still clumsily find your sweet spot and rub messy circles around it while something tight and hot coils in your core.

fuck being a person of your word, this was so much better than edging him. gojos hips start pumping more languidly into you as the original heat wears off, groaning deep in his chest while he hikes your thighs up higher on his hips and somehow gets even deeper into you, the weepy, thick head of his cock pressing into all the right spots as it bullies its way into you until youre cumming all around him. gojo lets out a shaky gasp against your skin (the first time his orgasm has ever rendered him speechless, you think smugly in the back of your mind) and hes drooling against your sticky skin and fucking his cum as deep as he can get it into you and babbling about how thankful he is for you when hes got his voice back

edging your spouse obviously was not for the weak. especially when your husband was satoru gojo and obviously couldnt control himself one bit when it came to his new spouse.

[hinamie]

picked up an old pen

[tojicide]

⠀⠀ BOO! ☆ SYLUS QIN.

summary. the ruby wedding ring your ex-husband gave you should hold no meaning by now, so that was why you wore it on halloween night as an accessory to your costume. it shouldn’t be a big deal… right?

warnings. fem! reader. established history, pet names, jealousy, mutual degradation, spitting, fingering, oral ( fem. receiving ), unprotected p in v. wc. 3.2k.

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Dressing up as a vampire was a stroke of genius if you do say so yourself.

A black floor length dress with a mighty high leg slit with your makeup done to the nines…

After being showered with compliments and approached by men who fawned over you like their lives depended on it, you were almost inclined to believe that being this sexy should be punishable by law.

Luckily for you, it isn’t, and that’s exactly why you’re a free woman who is able to enjoy this wonderful Halloween night.

Strobe lights fan over the sea of people you’re currently floating in, the smell of alcohol and the musk of sweat and cologne swarming you entirely. Music blared over loud speakers, rendering you practically deaf to your surroundings, and perhaps that was why you hadn’t noticed your ex-husband approach you from behind.

“Boo,” he purrs into your ear as he dips his head just enough for his deep voice to be heard, his large hand snaking around your waist to spin you around.

Your smile immediately falters upon seeing the white-haired man who seems to make it his life goal to ruin any ounce of fun that you have without him. “Sylus,” you deadpan.

“Why, excuse me,” he replies through a dark chuckle. “I had no idea we were going to be so brash. Had I known,” he raises his hand to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger, “I would have tugged on these pretty locks of yours to get your attention instead.”

You raise your hand to pull his hand away from your hair, and that’s the moment when he sees it.

(Your ring. He’d recognize it anywhere, of course, he had it designed just for you.)

Sylus takes your hand in his, brushing his thumb over the garnet jewel that you loved so much. “Hm. What’s this?”

You hate how easy it is for him to pick up on such minuscule details about you. It makes you feel flattered, which is absolutely disgusting. You don’t want to feel flattered, not by your ex-husband of all people.

“A ring,” you reply, sliding your hand from his grasp. “An accessory to my costume.”

Sylus shortly hums, his red eyes giving you a once over as he pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Is it necessary to wear it on that finger in particular? You know the implications of such a thing.”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s just a ring. It hardly means anything anymore.”

He bristles at that, raising a brow at you. It stung to hear, but he knew that you didn’t mean it. You knew how he was when it came to things of sentimental value—nothing ever lost its touch with him, especially when it came to you.

“Oh, how quickly you dismiss our love. Such a cruel woman you are,” he says, his voice dropping in octave as a smirk tugs on the corner of his lips.

“Cruel?” you repeat with a scoff. “Please.”

“Cruel indeed,” he insists, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back as he lures you closer to him. Perhaps he should have dressed as the vampire with his red, hypnotic eyes and all, but instead, he dressed as a boxer. “Although, I can’t say I dislike the idea of you parading around in my ring. Wards off the men.”

You can’t help snort at that. “Oh, right, because something as trivial as a ring would deter a man from a face as beautiful as this,” you muse, raising your hand to place a few smacks on his cheek. “In your dreams.”

Sylus chuckles at that. He truly should’ve known you and your sharp tongue wouldn’t be able to resist chuckling a few jabs his way. “I see you in my dreams as is, sweetie. I don’t need the sentiment.”

You scoff. “What you need to do is get a grip. I don’t know if you’ve lost your mind, but we are divorced. D-i-v-o-r-c-e-d. Divorced. Do you know what that means?”

That word hardly meant anything to him. He still wore his wedding ring and addressed you as his wife. He did it shamelessly.

“Such nasty words from such a pretty mouth,” he says through a sigh. “And no, I don’t know what that means. Pray tell.”

“It means that we leave each other alone,” you’re quick to reply. “I don’t want you anymore, Sylus.”

Sylus doesn’t like that idea, not one bit. He doesn’t care if he sounds like a broken record, but he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you alone. Perhaps he enjoyed pestering you, watching as that cute expression of annoyance etched across your face every time you ran into one another.

“You’re so pretty when you lie,” he murmurs.

You shortly huff. “You’d be prettier if you knew how to shut up.”

Sylus feigns offense, placing his hand over his chest. “You wound me.”

But he does take notice of the fact that you hadn’t denied his words. If anything, it stirs something within him. He isn’t sure what it is exactly, and before he can figure it out, you’re already walking away.

“Sweetie—”

“Don’t call me that,” you reply. His call out to you doesn’t deter you from your path, and before long, you’re already swimming in a sea of men who look like they want to devour you.

Sylus can’t blame them for their incredibly good taste in women, but what he can blame them for is their attraction to his wife.

He tries to obey your wishes, and he leaves you alone for a good… seven and a half minutes. And yes, he’s been counting, because each second that passes where you give another man your undivided attention is a second that he wants cut off from his lifespan.

He does his best, truly, he does. He even sent Luke and Kieran to fetch him a drink. He’s… partying. Yay.

It’s no use, though. Nothing could ever distract him from your presence. Hearing your laugh from across the room is like music to his ears, his favorite song that he cannot bear to part with.

But suddenly, everything shifts.

You’re… holding hands with another man. Not just any hand either.

And when you turn to make eye contact with Sylus, he’s already well on his way to you by the time that bastard’s lips lean in to press a kiss on your left hand, just below his ring.

You’re thrown over his shoulder before you have a say in the matter, and his stiffened arm gets sent into the strange man’s chest. He hadn’t meant to push him very hard, but evidently, his jealousy piqued the moment his hand made contact with him.

“There you are, my gorgeous wife,” he quips, laying a playful smack on your ass.

“Jesus, Sylus! What the—” you exclaim, watching as the man you were talking to falls to the ground.

Before you know it, you’re being carried into the bathroom and spun around, your front facing the mirror while he presses against you from behind.

You really shouldn’t be turned on by this, but you honestly can’t help yourself.

“My, my, sweetie, I knew you were a liar, but I didn’t take you for a whore too,” he says, his voice low and almost rasped. “Nearly allowing another man to kiss the hand I’ve claimed? Tsk tsk.”

You roll your eyes at him, but that only earns you another smack on your ass. It was firmer that time, too.

“You know, you don’t have to have a dick measuring competition with every man I talk to all because of a ring,” you huff, planting your palms on the bathroom counter.

Sylus chuckles at that, his hands sliding over your hips before he splays his palm on the curve of your back, forcefully pushing you over the counter. “Please, you know there isn’t any competition there.”

You hate it when he’s right, and right now, he was definitely correct. You can feel the truth in all of his glory, the outline of his cock pressing against your backside through the fabric of his shorts as he keeps you bent over for him.

You grumble a low, “oh, fuck me,” that you thought went unheard, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“I never thought you’d ask,” he says, laying another smack on your reddening ass.

You narrow your eyes at him through the mirror. “You’re an asshole, Sylus.”

He hums, working to bunch your dress up around your hips to give him a nice view of your cherry red asscheek, and God, is it beautiful.

“I’m aware,” he says as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “Such pretty panties. You know these are my favorite, you dirty woman.”

Your eyebrows furrow as he disappears from the mirror’s reflection, and before you can think it over, you feel your lace panties be pulled to the side.

Great. Now he knows you’re a wet mess. Just fucking great.

“You really have some nerve,” you scoff, though there’s hardly any bite to your words.

You feel his large hands spread your cheeks apart, and a gasp leaves you when you feel his tongue dart out to swipe along the crack of your ass.

“Oh, absolutely, know I do,” he murmurs, planting a kiss on your ass cheek. “The nerve I have.”

He dips his head a bit lower, and you’re honestly left stunned as he licks your pussy from behind. He moans into your cunt, bringing his fingers up to swipe along your sopping slit.

And when you glance over your shoulder, you see him suck his two fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen in genuine surprise, and a huff of laughter leaves your lips.

“Don’t give me that look, baby,” he preens, giving your ass cheek another open-mouthed kiss before he spins you around. He then taps your thigh. “Lift.”

And you do just that, raising your thigh as he lifts you up onto the bathroom counter from his kneeling position on the floor. He drapes your thighs over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to your sensitive skin as he does so.

“You know, your mouth says the most horrible things to me, but your pussy seems to say the exact opposite,” he muses, licking his lips as he gazes up at you. “Always so pretty and wet for me. You sure you don’t want to apologi—”

“Nope,” you’re quick to say, sliding your fingers through his white hair as you push his face into your pussy. “Yeah, just shut up. Perfect.”

His words are swallowed up by your heat, but he doesn’t mind it, not one bit. He closes his eyes as he greedily laps at your cunt, tasting the sweetness that he’s missed far too much. It was so sweet, just like you usually were towards him, but it seems like he’ll have to fuck this attitude out of you before he can see that side of you again.

He doesn’t mind that. More of your smart mouth, more of your pussy… win-win.

By the time he opens his eyes to look up at you again, you can already tell that he’s drunk on you.

“God, you’re so easy, it’s disgusting,” you say through a whine as his tongue curls up and down, stimulating that beautiful pearl between your legs.

Sylus chuckles at that, but he doesn’t let up. His tongue begins to fuck into you now, a groan leaving his mouth as he watches you writhe above him. He’s never seen you look any more beautiful.

(The only exception to that was your wedding day, of course. He wept like a baby at the sight of you.)

He sucks harshly into your clit before he releases it with a pop. “I love it when you’re mean to me, baby. Makes me want to fuck you so nice, wipe that smug smile right off your face.”

It was true. His cock was rock solid in the confines of his shorts, and even if he wasn’t eating you out like a madman, he’s sure your words would have led to the same fate. He loved it when you dished it back to him because you were just so sexy when you were angry.

You’re quick to shut him up, pushing his face back into your heat, but this time, you’re fucking yourself on his tongue. He doesn’t mind it at all. If anything, he prefers it, because whatever his wife needs, she gets.

“Yeah,” you pant, your head leaning back against the mirror. “Yeah, stop fucking talking.”

Sylus grins against your heat as you make a mess of him—his nose, his mouth, his chin—everything. But he doesn’t give a damn.

He slurps up your slick, drinking it as if he were stranded in the middle of a blazing desert and your pussy was his only means of survival. Though if he were to be honest, he’d just ask you to sit on his face and suffocate him with this sweet cunt of yours if he ever found himself in that dire of a position.

(He’s already made up his mind—that’s how he wants to go out.)

Soon enough, he grasps firmly onto your hips, preventing you from grinding against his tongue.

“Now you’re just being greedy,” he says through a breathless smile, licking his lips. “Wearing your wedding ring, parading around in this beautifully slutty costume of yours, giving your attention to other men. What has gotten into you?”

You whine as he pulls his mouth away from your cunt, but his words give you a much better idea. Your hand is quick to replace his tongue, stimulating your clit while he watches with starry eyes. “Dunno. You can get inside of me right now, though.”

He huffs. “Playing with this pretty pussy right in front of my face? Have some class.”

You can’t help but chuckle out loud, and he smiles at the sound of your laughter but also at the view of your fingers circling that swollen clit of yours.

“You can talk to me about class when you aren’t kneeling in front of your ex-wife’s pussy like a puppy begging for a treat,” you joke.

Sylus hums at that, spitting onto your cunt to give you a bit more lubricant as you play with yourself. Slowly, he rises to his feet.

“I don’t have to beg for this pussy, baby,” he tells you, “It’s mine, after all.”

“Mm, whatever. Me next.”

And when his eyes meet yours, a wicked grin stretches across his face. You stare at him with your mouth open, you tongue lolled out between your lips, begging for him to spit in your mouth.

“You’re filthy,” he rasps, grasping onto your jaw to tilt your head at the perfect angle before he spits into your mouth, watching with hazy eyes as you swallow it. “Absolutely nasty. You’re so beautiful, sweetie.”

His degrading and his praise are a dangerous mixture for you, but you’re loving every second of it. This reminds you of the good times you two shared, and you feel a surge of nostalgia wash over you.

Sylus taps the sides of your thighs, and you wrap them around his waist without question. He lifts you up from the bathroom counter, pressing you against the wall to allow himself better access to you.

His lips find your neck, and a string of mewls and sighs leave your lips as he works to free himself from the confines of his shorts. And when you feel the tip of his cock smear pre-cum along your slit, you honestly feel like you’re really in for it now.

Your smart tongue has gotten you here, and you aren’t sure if you should thank it or curse it. But when you feel the tip of his thick cock begin to prod your entrance, your answer is made clear.

You claw at his back through his shirt, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. “Sylus, wait— I… go slow please,” you stammer out.

It has been awhile, and you weren’t exactly used to his size anymore. He gives you a nod of understanding, his eyes softening as he looks at you.

“Of course, baby, I hear you,” he whispers, his voice suddenly much gentler. He hooks an arm beneath you as a means of holding you up while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear. “We don’t have to do this, honey. I don’t want to see you in pain.”

You shake your head, leaning in to press a kiss on his lips. “No, no… I want to. Just… slowly please.”

Sylus nods his head, pressing a sweet peck on your cheek as he slowly begins to push his cock deeper inside of you, keeping his eyes on your face to read your expression.

“I’m okay,” you say, answering the question that you know is swirling in his head right now.

He was a stretch, but it wasn’t too bad. And now as he slowly begins to build up a pace of thrusting inside of you, you’re feeling pleasure above anything.

He leans in to press another sweet kiss on your lips before he quickly returns to being the same asshole he was before, his smirk returning as he fucks you against the wall.

“You’re awfully bratty for someone who can hardly take my cock,” he purrs, trailing his lips along your jawline as he thrusts himself even harder inside of you.

The sound of slapping skin and your shared breathy moans engulf the room, and it’s the most lewd and beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

“I can take it, you asshole,” you grumble, tugging on his hair as his length reaches a particular sensitive point of your walls.

He chuckles against your neck, drawing his tongue out to taste your skin. “Mm, I know, baby. You take it so nicely. Just giving you a hard time.”

You sigh, leaning your head back against the wall, only for one of his large hands to cup the back of your head. You thought it was sweet how he was bracing you from the impact of how hard he was slamming your body against the wall with each thrust.

You mewl as you feel the heat in your belly pooling, your glassy eyes staring at the reflection of you two in the mirror, watching with blown eyes as he fucks you into oblivion.

He buries his length into you, keeping you pressed against the wall that way while your leg lock around his hips keeps you stable. He grasps onto your left hand, pressing a kiss on your ring.

“Do me a favor, baby,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over the jewelry. “Never take this off again.”

And within seconds, you’re nodding. “I won’t.”

Sylus chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek as he begins to thrust inside of you again. “Who’s the easy one now, sweetie?”

This wasn’t how you expected your Halloween night to go, being fucked by your ex-husband in the bathroom of a party.

Well… this is what you get for being so sexy, you figure.

note. i was too lazy to think of some more banter between sylus and reader so i decided to give y’all the traditional ‘fade to black’… in the most untraditional sense. anyway!!! i tried something new with this and i’m not sure if it’s working for not so pls interact if you enjoyed! ik it was kinda nasty at some parts but hey… i had to do it to em. :3 TY FOR READING!!!

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