Don't poke the bear until it's at least 10 AM.

OC: Ívarr | Cyberpunk 2077

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Forgive me my excessive use of red color 😁 Shooting this bad boy is an absolute blast! There'll be a few more pics with my V and a bit of lore, I will elaborate in the next post.

❤️ @dreamskug ❤️

seb and ívarr being the coolest new homies of NC.

gorgeous ívarr belongs to @dreamskug 🖤🖤

Ívarr belongs to @dreamskug

You walked in the "Hades" part of Afterlife. With @dreamskug Ivarr, best choom.

Ívarr

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@dreamskug's gorgeous Ivarr.

“Could stay like this forever.”

“Yeah? Forever is a long time”

“I think I’ll manage”

Wanted to share this lovely Christmas present from @dreamskug of our boys, done by a friend 🩷🩷🩷

Ivarr - for @dreamskug dude just looked so fun to draw I couldn't resist

Watch out for the shadows. ft. Ivarr @dreamskug

OC: Ívarr | OC: Shelob | Cyberpunk 2077

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I don't want you to do as I say.

I want you to want to do as I say.

/Inhales. Exhales/ Finally I had the pleasure to lay my hands (not literally ^^) on this beautiful creature. The most exquisitely gorgeous Ivarr took my breath away the first time I saw him and I've been a fangirl since then. Dear @dreamskug, I just can't thank you enough! ❤️ Took a few really quick (1 hour quick lol) pics, just to test what I can do about him. Will take a looooot more. I fuckin' adore him. Period.

/Пиздец он, конечно, простите мой французский. Великолепный. Восторг./

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Ivarr belongs to the awesome dreamskug - thank you for trusting me with your best man!! More shots to come soon ~

Kinktober 2023

Day 16: Hiro/Dagger/Ivarr--Public

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“Keep a better eye on this one.” 

Ivarr isn’t escorted out, as much as he’s dropped into his arms, a shiny bruise already forming on his cheek. 

“Thanks.” The bouncer jumps visibly, the third member of their little group strolling out from behind him, smugly self-satisfied, as if this was entirely his orchestrating. “We can take him from here.” 

“Not taking me anywhere.” 

Realizing that they’re more trouble than they’re worth, the bouncer stalks back towards the club, an annoyed wave of his hand. 

He waits until the man goes back inside before rounding on the two of them.

“Really? I liked that place.”

Ivarr’s expression sharpens—impossible to be mistaken for kindness, despite the delicate grip he has on him. 

“Didn’t like how he was looking at you.” 

“He was looking at both of you gonks. Hoping he didn’t have to rescue the poor bastard.” 

Even as he argues, he’s aware he’s being led, shoulder to shoulder with the two of them, a sheltered alley behind the club, allows him to be pressed back against Dagger, leaning into his touch, the man’s arm slipping around his waist easily, voice silky against his ear. 

“Rescue? As if you didn’t want us.” 

And he knows, as much as he’d like to argue, tell them they’re wrong, be petulant for the sake of it, he can’t school his voice into something convincing—knows they’d be able to tell he’s lying the second it left his lips. He isn’t given a chance to speak, lips captured in a bruising kiss, Ivarr’s leg slotting between his knees, something he can’t help but grind against. There’s a risk of getting caught, and it just makes it all the sweeter—the idea of being on display for anyone else to see. Ivarr tugs away, a gleam in his eyes. “Felt you twitch brat. Go on, tell us what you’re thinking of.” 

“Got kicked out, remember?” 

“We’re not in the club anymore. He can’t do shit.” 

A set of hands explore under his shirt, a hiss at the rush of cold against his skin, cybernetics an icy contrast, heat sparking at the tug on a piercing. 

“Go on, Kitten, you had so much to say before”

It’s simultaneously too much, and not enough, caught between them, able to read him effortlessly—almost better than he can. 

The sound of fabric tearing hits his ears, night air chilly against his bare thighs—an indignant, furious noise slipping out.

“Suit you better this way.” 

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(Ft. @dreamskug's Ivarr and @wraithsoutlaws's Dagger 🖤🖤)

Sweet Aches and Torturous Need - Part 1

Auralie froze. Her sleepy mind, still sluggish from waking, tried inadequately to comprehend the sight that lay before them. Her eyes moved slowly over the naked body of the man that lay sleeping beside her. His muscular, tattooed chest rising and falling with each gentle, ale scented breath. His firm stomach, covered in the tattooed runic language of his people. The…”Oh my Lord!”

She exclaimed under her breath as she averted her gaze from his not quite fully erect manhood. She let out a low whoosh of air, her blushing cheeks burning. It was not that she had never seen a naked man before, she had been married once before, however briefly. It was just…well…she had never seen his before and to have it unexpectedly turn up whilst she was sleeping was quite a shock. How had he even gotten in here without waking her? And why was he naked? Naked! She lifted the corner of the blanket and went to throw it over him but she paused, sneaking one last look at his impressive form. Her blanketed hand slowly lowered as she lost herself. Ivarr looked nothing like her husband had. Thane Osrick had been of the same age as her father, wrinkled and wizened and had died in his sleep mere weeks after their wedding. Ivarr was a warrior, just past his prime but still a solid specimen of a man. A loud snore cut through the quiet morning air bringing her to her senses. “I should do something,” she thought, “But what?” Intrusive thoughts of rampant filth caused another flush of pink across her pale flesh and she smirked wickedly despite her precarious position. She glanced at the lock on the door of her room and bit her lip as she reasoned it out. They were going to be found. There was no way around that. In a very short time the door to her room would open and three bustling ladies in waiting would catch the future King of Mercias daughter in a very compromising position. The old maids would then inform her father and she would be dragged home in absolute disgrace and there was no point arguing her innocence because who would believe her? Auralie slipped out of bed and slid the bolt home before she could change her mind and turned, leaning against the thick wooden door. “It must be what he came here for?” She reasoned with herself “Why else would you come to a woman’s bed in the middle of the night stark bollock naked?” Taking a deep, steadying breath she went back to bed, determined to find out.

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