#it's so quick but impactful

[vampiressmoney]

Hips.

HIPS.

[averaillisa]

[erabu-san]

Kinich's birthday

[oliviadempseyart]

The way it sounds like he says I’m free before he starts sobbing gets me every time

Digital commissions:

Sketch ✍️ | Painting 🎨

[zephyrine-gale]

this old timer's never catching a break

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cruel and Unusual Punishments (the PSA episode).

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[r-aindr0p]

Too many genshin characters, no way I'm doing that many stickers in such a short period of time for the con I'll attend so I settled for the french (a few of them/the faves).

Yea Neuvillette is the fave, so I drew him twice, I love character with blue so much hhfhdsljf

simplifying their costumes was a bit of a struggle, especially for furina and neuvillette omg

[rooksamoris]

idc kaveh uses farsi terms of endearment with his lover and you guys can fight me on that!!

“come here, azizam (my dear)”

this is the term he would use most often. this is the one he is most willing to use in public, especially around alhaitham. wants to remind alhaitham that even though he is broke and living with him, at least he has a lover. probably drawls it out whenever he's around his roommate. whenever you get lost in the bazaar, he's calling out "azizam" to find you.

“oh, jigaram (my liver), i can’t bear to look at these blueprints any longer. stay up with me,”

kaveh needs his liver just like he needs you <3 (middle easterners are so dramatic with their love). he only uses this term when he's feeling especially vulnerable and stressed out. the first time he said it was when you pointed out the artistic references he puts in his architecture. the first time he uses it is when he realizes how much he loves you and the reassurance your presence provides. says it all desperately as he pleads with you to stay up with him while he works.

“have a little fun, moosh moosh-am (my little mouse). when you frown like that, you look like alhaitham,”

he teases you with this term. whenever you're upset and pouting, he'll call you this since it is just so sickeningly sweet and cheesy. he's wrapping his arms around you or pinching your cheeks as he says it. it probably annoys you more, and that just makes him want to hold you even closer.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

I swear if something happens to the Little One, Imma start a riot!!!

By the way, what did you guys name "The Little One"? I would like to know if someone answers this post ❤️💖🥹🙏🏻

[toobusybeingdelulu]

steve harrington says this:

and then we have billy hargrove in s3 with a skull tattoo:

which could mean nothing.

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

[churomo]

ive been busy this is all i have 4 valentine’s day

[averaillisa]

only love & respect for my hydro archon

[catcze]

How do you think a first date with Wriothesley would go?

!! Honestly, i have a feeling that it could be a really cute and kinda chill experience!! Imo, I feel like Wriothesley hasn't been on many dates or had romantic relationships because of how living in the fortress before him taking over likely wouldn't have afforded him much time for romance + how busy he probably would've been after taking his new spot + his canon trust issues, so if he likes you enough to actually ask you out on a date, then he is going to do his best to do this right, you know?

He'll show up on your doorstep at the time you agreed on, your favorite flowers in hand and a dashing grin on his face. He wouldn't bring you out anywhere too fancy, where both of you would feel uncomfortable, but instead to somewhere private for just the two of you to talk and be yourselves, like to a little cafe in the city, hidden in the alleys and away from the busy foot traffic. Somewhere you mentioned wanting to go before, even if just in passing, that Wriothesley thought you'd like.

You both have your food, have your drinks. You both talk and joke and look at each other fondly when the other speaks, all things you've already been dong. It's just that now, you hold hands on top of the table and neither of you have to try and hide how attracted you are to each other.

Wriothesley is a perfect gentleman throughout all of it. Pulling back your chair, letting you order whatever you want, happily listening to you talk about whatever has caught your interest recently (goodness, you could talk about anything and this man would give you his full attention) paying for everything, even if you insist on splitting the bill (he jokes that you can pay the next time you go out. When you agree, he perks up and smiles brightly, delighted that there would be a next time) and then offering you his elbow to escort you back home.

He leads you back to your door and kisses the back of your hand, trying so hard to refrain from kissing you on the lips right then and there. But when you pout, asking him if that's the only kiss you're getting tonight, that gentlemanly front falls, and he can't resist giving you a sweet, quick kiss on your lips. And when he feels you smile against it, his knees nearly go weak and his heartbeat skyrockets.

You leave him blushing from just a small kiss, forehead pressed against yours. And when you poke his cheek, giggling at the flush that only darkens with each second your eyes meet, Wriothesley is already so so excited for your next date.

[godisasimp]

The peaceful and normal life she never got

[thekittendraws]

i've been thinking about them again