-Roleplay account of Greer Nelson/Tigra from Marvel Comics
-Flexible take on 616 continuity
-Doesn’t really do crossovers (sorry, Batman)
-21+ Only due to NSFW/sexual content, MDNI
-Occasional slow replies
-Writes with chem (Greer is a flirt)
“It’s okay, touch me, loverboy. Squeeze me, caress me…” She could feel a mighty erection growing in his tights. “Make me purr.”
“It’s okay, touch me, loverboy. Squeeze me, caress me…” She could feel a mighty erection growing in his tights. “Make me purr.”
“I wouldn’t worry about the blushing too much. It fade your blood starts flowing… elsewhere.”
She continued to dry hump her new mutant friend, leaning in to plant kisses on his neck.
“I wouldn’t worry about the blushing too much. It fade your blood starts flowing… elsewhere.”
She continued to dry hump her new mutant friend, leaning in to plant kisses on his neck.
“Gosh, you’re almost as red as those glasses~”
Her hungry green eyes looked longingly at those lenses. She began to grind her pelvis against his, to the pace of his heartbeat.
“Gosh, you’re almost as red as those glasses~”
Her hungry green eyes looked longingly at those lenses. She began to grind her pelvis against his, to the pace of his heartbeat.
She moved up close to Scott, heavy breasts pressed against his defined pecs. A striped hand reached around and squeezed one of his buttocks playfully.
“…that takes the cake, Mr. Summers.”
She moved up close to Scott, heavy breasts pressed against his defined pecs. A striped hand reached around and squeezed one of his buttocks playfully.
“…that takes the cake, Mr. Summers.”
She gestured to her curvaceous body, hoping Scott liked what he saw.
She gestured to her curvaceous body, hoping Scott liked what he saw.
She guided his hands to her plump mommy milkers.
She guided his hands to her plump mommy milkers.
“This is a bit of a silly question, but… is it true that you like red heads and/or scantily clad teachers?”
“This is a bit of a silly question, but… is it true that you like red heads and/or scantily clad teachers?”
She twirled a lock of her red hair with a striped finger.
“You can call me Greer. Tigra’s what I’m called in the field… and *other* situations~”
She twirled a lock of her red hair with a striped finger.
“You can call me Greer. Tigra’s what I’m called in the field… and *other* situations~”
Greer never met a quiet, stoic man who couldn’t grab her eye.
“How you doing, Scotty?”
Greer never met a quiet, stoic man who couldn’t grab her eye.
“How you doing, Scotty?”
(art by Luis Bass)
And the last commission of the year!
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#Tigra / #commission / #NSFW / #BRart
And the last commission of the year!
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#Tigra / #commission / #NSFW / #BRart
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#Tigra / #commission / #BRart
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#Tigra / #commission / #BRart
Greer purred as Peter rawdogged her from behind.
“Bet you think about this juicy pussy as you rub one out between missions~”
Greer purred as Peter rawdogged her from behind.
“Bet you think about this juicy pussy as you rub one out between missions~”