#sav's asks

[ysljoon]

Hey savvvv<3 So i have a request, can you write like a established relationship smut of like simon (from cod) going absolutely feral while you ride his face? Thank youuu love you pookie🤍🤍

riding simon 'ghost' riley's face

warnings: oral (f receiving), use of pet names (lovie, sweetheart), afab reader (no use of y/n), overstimulation a/n: jay i really hope you like this im sorry for the delay oh em gee <3 MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Simon had been gone on an operation for two months and you were counting down the days until he was home. Today was the day and you were sitting on the couch busily scrolling through different apps to keep yourself occupied. You couldn’t tell if it was minutes or hours until you heard the lock to the door turn and squeak on its hinges. You jumped up from your seat and scampered to see Simon placing his duffel bags on the floor and starting to take off the balaclava. Once the mask was off he met your eyes and and you couldn’t contain yourself you leapt yourself on to him and he caught you with ease. You planted kisses on every corner of his face you could reach, not even caring about the residual paint around his eyes.

“Simon, I missed you so much.” You tucked your head into his neck muffling your words a little.

“I missed you too lovie.” He traveled through the home with you still clinging on to him and once he found the bedroom he positioned you on the edge and started to kiss you with more passion and hunger. You loved when Simon used his height to dominate you and having him looming over you right now is all you dreamed about while he was away. Your hands roamed around all over his body and you felt some relief when you didn’t feel any new wounds on his torso and only the old scars you have become acquainted with over the years. 

You moved your hands down to his belt buckle and he stopped you by grabbing your wrists while not even pulling away from your lips. His reflexes never failed to leave you in awe. “You don’t hafta do anythin’ for me tonight. I’m gonna make up for all the time I left you alone. Gonna make my girl feel so good.” Hearing his gruff voice mixed with the intentions he had for you had you clenching your thighs together to get some relief for yourself. This action did not go missed by Simon. “Aw my poor girl needs to get off so bad. Let me help you sweetheart.” He crawled on to the bad so he was right above you and slid your pants fully off till you were only left in your shirt (its his shirt actually but that's neither here nor there) and panties. He pressed a thumb to your aching clit and rubbed small and slow circles but it was enough to already have you twitching. He was teasing your covered cunt and you let out whiny little whimpers hoping that was enough to give Simon enough of a hint that you need more. Simon usually would make you use your words to beg for what you need from him, but he was already mean enough for having to leave you for months. He doesn't want to make this harder for you tonight knowing how needy both you and him are.

He moved his face in between your legs and nipped the waistband of your panties and dragged them down to your ankles. He released the cloth from between his teeth and placed a gentle kiss on your very sensitive bud. “Come sit on my face lovie I need to taste you so bad. I’ve thought about your delicious fuckin’ cunt day in and day out while I was gone I need it.” You positioned yourself over his lips and while you had planned to only hover he wrapped his arms around your thighs and dragged you down till your fully bodyweight sank down on him. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked with so much force it had your back arching and you were crying out. Your hands tried to find purchase and clutched onto his shoulders. “C-Christ Simon. I won’t last at all if you keep it up.” “Just keep takin’ it sweetheart.” He punctuated his sentence with a nibble on your thigh and swiped his tongue along your soaked slit and inserted it inside. He hungrily ate you out and you felt an impending orgasm coming and you grinded against his tongue for extra pressure.

Your orgasm consumed your whole body and your thighs trembled around SImon’s head. You thought he would give you a small break before continuing, but he kept going and the overstimulation had you trying to pry yourself off of Simon’s face but his muscular arms gripped you in place and you couldn’t escape. “No use running from me lovie, I’m a man starved. Hope you get comfortable because you’re gonna be here for a long while.” You looked down and saw his smirk with your essence dripping down his chin.

[mci-writing]

heyy~ may i habe, hcs nsfw of senku, tsukasa, and gen fucking their s/o in the kitchen? like senku you guys fucked up something and waiting on an order, tsukasa takes you while youre making breakfast or something, and gen uses cream from a pastry youre making to lick it off your body? thank you ily i hope i did this right lol.

This has been years in the making, huh?

Sexy Kitchen Times (w/ Senku Ishigami, Tsukasa Shishiou, and Gen Asagiri):

TW: smut, modern/no petrification/post petrification au, small bit of bondage in Gen's part (he ties reader's wrists to the bedpost), no beta whoops, overstim in Senku's part, Tsukasa fucks his s/o next to a still hot stove 🤷🏾‍♀️

Ishigami Senku:

You had tried warning him from the get-go that substituting the recipe's ingredients with chemicals from his lab would be a horrible idea (esp when he pulled his Bunsen Burner seemingly out of thin air), but nooo he wanted you to trust the science process bc he was more than 1 billion percent sure it would work

Now you were standing in the middle of a nearly destroyed kitchen while ordering from the noodle place down the block, sending your lover a glare he knows a little too well when science experiments that involve you go horribly wrong

He hugs you from behind after cleaning up most of the mess, burying his face in your neck as he pulls you closer to him

This was what your friends deemed the affection maneuver, a move Senku only makes when he knows he might be sleeping on the couch for the night

"Y'know, it's so sexy when you get mad like this, dragonfruit" He'll teasingly whisper along the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses into your skin while his fingers rub sensual circles into your hips

And for the moment, you completely forget about the kitchen debacle when his lips meet yours, turning you in his hold and helping you settle on the counter. He tugs your top off between kisses, nipping at whatever skin he can reach while his one of his hands happily move to fondle your chest

And, like always, it ends with you riding his cock (bc his stamina maxed out smh), your hands gripping onto his thighs for dear life as his tip nudges at a certain sensitive spot while he times the delivery guy through calculating the speed of your rocking and the pitch of your moans, who is definitely 10 minutes late this time

Your brain is mush by the time the food does get there, Senku happily coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with a sweet "Just one more? So I can make it up to you?". It's the closest he can get to you forgetting the whole conundrum and he gets to watch your face shift in overstimulated pleasure

He does still sleep on the couch later that night, but it's only for a couple minutes before you cave and make him eat you out as payback (which you both know is just going to lead to a round of competitive sex, but I'll mind my best)

Asagiri Gen:

You'd already had an idea this would happen when Gen kept making innuendos about the glaze you'd made for your donuts earlier in the day, but a part of you wasn't really taking his words seriously until he'd told you to wait on the bed

I mean, you couldn't really go anywhere with your wrists tied to the bedpost, but you could hear the small happy pep in his step as he made his way back to you with the icing bag nuzzled snuggly in his hold

"Baby, look what I've got," He eagerly coos as he towers over your body, setting his knee beside you as he slides in closer on the bed. He holds the tip over your lips, squeezing enough for a little bit of the sweet concoction to spill out.

After your tongue swipes the small bit away, he gets to work setting a small dollop on each of your sensitive parts, stopping to admire his work once he finishes

He ensures that you've been licked clean of any stick sweet residue by the time he's finished, keeping track that you're thoroughly prepped before nestling into your welcoming heat

And he happily covers certain areas of your body with the cream again before fully allowing himself to go to town, enjoying the way his cum mixes with the sugary substance on your skin

Shishio Tsukasa:

"Ts-Tsukasa..." You manage out in an airy tone, tightly gripping the counter as the head of his cock nudges at your entrance. The small sounds you make as he pushes the head all the way in only make him smirk

He leans forward as he pushes fully inside, taking the time to cut the stove off before his hand softly grips your hips and drags you back against him.

"You shouldn't have teased me so much," He softly states into your ear, tugging on the lower back tie of your apron so it hangs freely from your body by the tie around your neck. His right-hand moves to grab at the plush fat of your ass, a smack sounding as he brings his heavy palm down and squeezes as soon as he gets a good grip on it

He easily slides in and out from the perfect combination of spit and lube, the tight hold on your hip allowing him to push and pull against you as he pleases

Each spill of his name from your lips only encourages him to go faster, the breakfast you'd been hard at work creating forgotten with each deep thrust he made inside, stars clouding your mind

[crossfalconx5]

Saw the pizza game art request and as a fellow Sav lover as well: Sav with his dogs.

Also, your really based for making so much Sav art, hope you have a wonderful day.

You literally don’t have to tell me twice, I think Sav deserves joy and whimsy and happiness forever.

[luckyblackcatxiii]

I'm hoping to participate in Art Fight more this year than last year allowed me, and I added Allessandro over there...only to realize I didn't have a colored ref for him! It's been a year since I last drew him so I figured: no better time than now to give him a new fullbody pic!

Fun update: after a month spent searching for his mentor and ending up in Barovia because of it, Saverio finally 'heard' from him a couple sessions ago...only for the message to be vague, short and offer no real answers. Needless to say: Allessandro is still full of mysteries and Saverio is pretty irked at essentially being ghosted by his not-father figure.

(You can find me on AF here!)

[sav-not-tav]

Okay but what about Rolan having a crush on Tav but he wants to figure out if they would ever be interested in him so he cast a spell to make him look like someone else to dig up information (I think he would embarrassedly as the companion and they would be on board)

But, turns out Tav clocked it was Rolan by things that he does and decides to mess with him. (Tav likes him but he should be messed with for being sneaky)

Thoughts?

Oh, anon. This popped up on my phone while I was in the mountains and did not have enough signal to respond—so I have been stewing on it nonstop since then.

asdhbfzgld I love this. Rolan is definitely the type to try to be sneaky about his feelings and use magic to get his way. I also think he'd be so tunnel-visioned with his goal that he'd forget to ask the right questions or learn even the tiniest bits of context, such as if the companion he transforms into is already in a relationship ;)

I was so excited to answer this one! Ugh, what a cute prompt. This one got long.

Rolan’s nerves are on edge. After the fall of the Netherbrain, the city had been wrought with chaos, and he has not seen Tav since before the final battle. Now, a tenday later, the "Heroes of the Gate" have decided to celebrate their victory at the Elfsong Tavern. Rolan only knows due to Lakrissa sharing the details of the impending event with Lia. Though he feels a pang of disappointment at not receiving an invite, it seems the perfect opportunity for him to finally learn if Tav harbors any feelings for him. His crush has lingered since the events at Last Light Inn, only growing after they dealt with Lorroakan. He simply can’t bear the uncertainty any longer.

After an awkward conversation with Gale, who was surprisingly supportive, Rolan began working on tweaks to the Disguise Self spell. After many days of nonstop effort, Rolan finally successfully adjusts the spell to allow him control over how the transformation looks. The familiar form of Gale takes over his own in the mirror, and he practices Gale’s mannerisms, determined to pull off the deception.

Entering the bustling tavern, Rolan spots Tav by the bar. Taking a deep breath, he approaches with what he hopes is Gale’s calm, thoughtful demeanor. “Tav, may I have a word?”

Tav looks up with a friendly smile. “Of course, Gale. What’s on your mind?”

Sat in a private booth in the corner of the Elfsong, he manages polite conversation, dodging questions about the other companions he has had no way of answering. Tav asks about Tara’s whereabouts and Shadowheart’s health, and Rolan deflects with vague comments and nods, trying to maintain Gale’s composed exterior. After a believable amount of small talk, Rolan starts with subtle probing.

“That Rolan was a great help at the final battle. Have you spoken with him at all since then? I do wonder if we'll see him this evening.”

Tav’s responses are thoughtful, but their lips hold a playful twitch at the corners. “Rolan? Oh, yes. Very helpful." They lean in slightly, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hmm. Maybe he’ll turn up eventually... he’s been quite busy, I'm sure.”

Rolan feels a growing unease, sensing they know something is off but not letting on. The way Tav’s gaze lingers on him makes his pulse quicken. Just as he is about to steer the conversation back to safer ground, suddenly too nervous to go through with his plans, Tav’s demeanor shifts.

“Gale, you seem different tonight. Nervous, almost. More... attentive.” Tav’s voice takes on a teasing lilt, their eyes narrowing playfully. “You wouldn’t happen to be hiding something, would you?”

Rolan’s heart pounds and he finds himself unable to summon a response. He simply laughs off the accusation, folding his arms across his chest defensively. Then Tav starts flirting outright. They lean closer, their smile turning mischievous. “You know, Gale, if you keep showing me this extra attention... I might begin to think you have a crush on me.”

Rolan’s mind races as his heart pounds. “A crush? Of course not,” he stammers nervously, feeling his cheeks burn.

Tav’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Oh, no? A shame, then...” They pout teasingly, their playful demeanor making Rolan’s stomach ache. As they reach under the booth and place a hand atop his knee, he feels suddenly both giddy and sick.

The teasing and flirtatious comments directed at "Gale" make Rolan's heart sink. Is Tav interested in Gale? How has he not realized that after all this time? He tries to keep his composure, but his discomfort grows with each passing second. Tav’s laughter, though light and pleasant, feels like a dagger twisting in his chest.

Feeling misunderstood and heartbroken, Rolan makes an excuse and leaves the Elfsong Tavern early. “I just remembered I have something to attend to. Please, excuse me.” He hurries out, his heart heavy with disappointment and confusion, convinced he has misread everything and that Tav’s affections lay elsewhere. He quickly finds himself back at Ramazith's Tower, head hung low as he dispels the transformation and makes his way to the wine cellar.

~~~

Tav arrives at the Elfsong Tavern, ready to celebrate their hard-fought victory alongside their companions. The atmosphere is lively, filled with laughter and music. As they make their way through the bustling crowd, Tav notices Shadowheart arriving with someone unfamiliar. Tav finds it odd, considering Shadowheart and Gale had become close at the end of their journey. Even though they aren’t publicly "together" yet, it seems strange for the cleric to show up with someone else.

As Tav approaches to greet them, Shadowheart’s behavior is even stranger. She avoids eye contact and offers short, evasive answers when asked for an introduction to the new man. This piques Tav’s curiosity even more.

Just as Tav gives up and leaves to get a drink, Gale appears, greeting them with a casual, “Tav, may I have a word?”

Tav turns, surprised to see him looking so content, given the unfamiliar man Shadowheart has arrived with. “Of course, Gale. What’s on your mind?”

They move to a private booth in the corner, and Tav can’t shake the feeling that something is off. Gale is evading their questions about Tara, and when they subtly probe about Shadowheart, he avoids the topic. Gale then begins asking odd questions, particularly about Rolan, of all people.

Tav’s responses are thoughtful, but they can’t hide their amusement. They know Gale well enough to sense that something is different. They watch closely as he picks at the hem of his tunic, bounces a leg nervously under the table, and chews on his lip. He displays clear signs of distress, nervous ticks Gale had never once shown on the road.

“Gale, you seem different tonight. Nervous, almost. More... attentive.” Tav’s voice takes on a teasing lilt, their eyes narrowing playfully. “You wouldn’t happen to be hiding something, would you?”

Tav watches as he laughs nervously, folding his arms across his chest. The discomfort is palpable. Deciding to push further, Tav leans closer, their smile turning mischievous. “You know, Gale, if you keep showing me this extra attention... I might begin to think you have a crush on me.”

Seeing “Gale” stammer and blush confirms Tav’s suspicions. “A crush? Of course not,” he manages nervously. Tav glances across the tavern, catching a glimpse of Shadowheart and her "new" beau laughing happily at the bar. Their body language is quite familiar as they lean into each other, and Tav realizes the same could be said of the man opposite them, just in a different way.

Tav and Gale had already been down this road, once. They'd agreed very early on that they were better only as friends, and as the rest of Tav's companions seemed to pair up and find love elsewhere, Tav had been left as the odd one out. Others, such as one particular Master of Ramazith's Tower, would not know this, however. The nervous movements and slight lisp that Tav has failed to notice until now give him away. They decide to play into this knowledge, seeing just how flustered "Gale" could get.

Tav’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Oh, no? A shame, then...” They pout teasingly, enjoying his flushed reaction. As they reach under the booth and place a hand atop his knee, feeling him squirm, they feel a mix of giddiness and amusement at how easy it is to unravel the façade.

The act seems to have worked too well. He looks genuinely pained, and his discomfort visibly grows with each passing second. Tav’s playful teasing and laughter, meant to be light-hearted, seem to cut deeper than intended.

When “Gale” abruptly makes an excuse and leaves the Elfsong Tavern early, Tav feels a pang of guilt. They watch him hurry out, his posture defeated and his heart clearly heavy. Tav realizes they might have pushed too far. Determined to set things right, they decide to follow him.

Soon, they arrive at Ramazith’s Tower through the portal in Sorcerous Sundries. They are met by Rolan in the foyer, a bottle of Arabellan Dry in hand. The spell has dropped, and Rolan is back in his normal form, but he is still wearing the same clothes from the tavern. The sight of him, looking so dejected, tugs at Tav’s heart.

"Rolan," Tav says gently, approaching him. “I knew it was you.”

Rolan looks up, stunned. “The whole time?”

“Well, not the whole time.” Tav smiles softly. “But I figured it out pretty quickly. Gale and Shadowheart are... a bit of a thing.”

"Ah. He... did not share that with me." Rolan sighs, his face holding a mix of relief and embarrassment. He sucks in a deep breath before steadying himself, seeming resolute. “I just... Tav, I have not been able to stop thinking of you. Since Last Light, and then Lorroakan, you have plagued my thoughts. After... everything. I needed to know if you felt anything for me.”

Tav steps closer, their expression tender. “I’ve liked you for a while. You could have just asked.”

Rolan blinks, processing their words. “You mean... all this time, you...?”

Tav nods, a gentle smile playing on their lips. “Yes, Rolan. All this time. You didn’t need to go through all this trouble.”

Rolan’s posture relaxes, the tension visibly leaving his body. He takes a tentative step closer, his eyes searching Tav’s, seeming to look for any sign of hesitation. Tav offers none, and he lets out a breath so shuddery it wracks his shoulders.

“I’m sorry for being so foolish,” he murmurs, his voice trembling slightly. “I just didn’t know how to approach you.”

Tav’s smile widens. “Well, now you know.” They close the remaining distance between them, their hand gently cupping Rolan’s cheek. “And next time, just be yourself.”

[bruhstation]

TRAIN YAOI SWEEP !!! WE STAY WINNING !!

glory to yaoidor

[6lovelytenders]

HI I LOVE YOUR TUGS OC, CASSIOPEIA. do you have any more information you can share about her :3 I'm so interested in her story

OMG YAYYAY! I would be glad to share more about her! I also did some doodles of her alive for fun~

Cassiopeia Lore ramblings under the cut

Her Captain was a very bitter man, who nobody in the port liked. He was also, not very nice to his tugs (honestly just think of capt. Zero but x10 worse, I need to think of a name for him…) which made Cassiopeia very rude, bossy, and just plain unlikable to most vessels and workers in the port. But she was very efficient and hardworking. And because this was before Hercules, she was the only ocean going tug in Bigg City Port, so people couldn't really complain.

Cassiopeia sunk in 1914 a few months after the start of WW1. During a terrible winter storm the navy ship she was bringing in lost control, and she was unfortunately crushed between DemDer Rocks and the ship. The Navy vessel she went down with is a well known story in the port, but she was kinda wiped from it over the years because of her less than great reputation + her captains' reputation as well.

As a ghost she's only visible to the naked eye in the fog, and the lighter the fog the less solid her form is. And because she's had some time to reflect on her life and all her flaws, she feels terrible for the way she treated others in life. So she takes it upon herself to warn lost/blind vessels about their proximity to the rocks.

She is so so lonely. Every time she sees another tug up by DemDer she desperately wants to go and talk to them, but holds herself back. Partly because she doesn't want to scare them but also partly because she's too scared of being open with someone again.

A fun bonus idea I had was that maybe OJ does vaguely remember Cassiopeia. Why he doesn't remember I don't know I haven't thought about that too much. (Another idea to add to the fanfic pile 😔)

[tboybuck]

89 and Steddie 😌

hiiii baby!!! i love this prompt thank you sooooo much!!

89. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” word count: 941 tags: modern au, nsfw, mastubation, references to Dom/sub dynamics

After pressing send, Eddie just… waited. He knew he would be waiting for a while, because he knew that Steve was in a meeting right now, but… oh, the reaction he was going to get from that was going to be heavenly. 

Eddie didn’t usually take nudes. Not because he thought they were tacky or anything, he just… he didn’t really care to take the time to set up anything special, and sending Steve a picture of his hard cock in his fist just seemed like twenty somethings shit. They were above that. They were married for fuck’s sake. Who sends their husband a bad picture of their hard dick in their fist at thirty five years old, y’know?

This one was good, though. Eddie had just gotten out of the shower after knocking out a couple chapters of the new novel he was writing, and his skin was glistening with water droplets. The sunlight that was coming through the bedroom window was hitting Eddie’s skin just so, and so he stood in front of their full length mirror and snapped a few pictures on his phone. His cock and balls looked terrific, if Eddie could be so fucking bold - wet and heavy and half hard after spending his entire shower thinking about Steve.

Maybe later, when Steve got home from work, he would be in such a frenzy over the pictures that he would just have to rip all of his husband’s clothes off and have his wicked way with him.

Laying back on the bed, Eddie tugged at himself a few times at the thought, bringing himself to full hardness in a few short strokes. He could picture it now, Steve getting out of his meeting and seeing the photos, his face turning that lovely shade of red it so often did when he was turned on in public. He would call Eddie, compliment the picture, promise things for when he gets home.

Eddie was fully hard now, precome leaking from his slit as he really got into it. With his head thrown back, fucking into his fist, Eddie groaned. He thought of Steve again, how Steve’s been having a hard time keeping his hands off of Eddie for weeks now, how he would get home from work every day recently wanting to lay Eddie out on the bed and fuck him till dinnertime.

Eddie wasn’t exactly gonna complain. He loved Steve, he loved sleeping with Steve. The things they did together was like nothing Eddie had ever done before with a lover. 

When he thought about their sex life, Eddie was reminded of all the firsts he’d shared with Steve; the first time Steve tied him up, the first time Steve choked him, the first time Steve bent him over his lap and spanked him. Eddie had called Steve Daddy more than he ever even called his own father that as a child and y’know what? Good. 

Eddie was starting to get into it now, thinking about Steve fucking into him from behind, from above him, from below him while Eddie ride his cock. He was pumping his fist, stroking himself, the sound of it wet in the quiet of their bedroom. His chest was hot with sweat, the sensation of his approaching release beginning to build in his balls and his gut, and just when Eddie was almost there, his phone rang.

Steve.

“Hey, baby,” he panted into the phone. “Thinkin’ about you right now.”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” 

Steve’s tone brought Eddie up short. He sounded accusatory. He sounded mad.

“Uh, yeah? Why, did you not like them?”

Steve sighed. “No. Babe. I loved them. Obviously. But you know who didn’t like them? Human fucking Resources. The founding goddamn partners of the firm. I could have lost my fucking job just now, Eddie.”

Oh. Oh shit.

“Oh, shit, sweetheart, what happened?”

Eddie’s stomach dropped and he was… soft. Eddie was laying there, butt ass naked on their bed with his flaccid dick in his hand, his heart pounding at the idea of Steve’s bosses - whom Eddie had alreadt met several times at the office holiday parties - seeing pictures of Eddie’s cock. How the fuck would that even happen?

“So you know my MacBook is attached to my phone, right? That’s kinda the whole thing with Apple products?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh, shit. I was fucking presenting my proposal, Eds. It’s the end of the fucking quarter. We’re making numbers, thanks to me, and this proposal… goddammit, Eddie. We had to call a stop to the meeting. The pictures, they…”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah. They were cropped… not well.” Steve sighed again. “I hope you’re embarrassed and I hope you know you’re going to be hearing about it at the Christmas party this year.”

“Jesus Christ. Did anyone see my dick?”

“Yeah!” Steve laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Everyone saw your dick. God, at least it’s a nice dick. One of the women on my team congratulated me.”

Eddie groaned. “Was it Sandra?”

“Yeah.”

“How long’s it gonna be till people at work can laugh about it?”

“Oh, Eds, I’m pretty sure they’re already laughing about it. I did have to meet with HR, though. You can’t be doing that shit.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Other than that, how’d the meeting go?”

And Steve laughed. It was a beautiful sound, that laugh. It was like music. And Eddie has always loved music. Almost as much as he loved Steve.

[savvage-arts]

Hi I don’t think I’ve asked you yet, do you take drawing requests? Would you be willing to draw-

Teen-high-binder Transmasc Normal? :D

Only if Taylor can have a matching miku binder

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

is there an actual reason why Red King can’t stay awake? Or is she just kinda like that in this au?

Red Son is a demon whose resilience exceeds anything else's truly. He'll get upset, he'll get hurt, you can knock him down, left, right, and sideways, but he always, always gets back up again. He refuses to let the world best him for two full seconds—one and a half is more than enough, thank you.

But something like this gives the idea that if you actually managed to push down Red Son, he'd stay down. For a while. (Further exploration in the tags)

He's always been a rather dramatic boy, so he supposes it's just in his nature to overreact like this. They're going to get his father back, obviously, but Mother’s behavior has been too much to bear, and even moving away and settling in his own territory hasn't quelled his despair.

If conquering can't fix it, what can? God, how he wishes he could go to bed and wake up the next morning better. Sleeping it off would be so much preferable to this unending tiredness…

[needle-noggins]

Finally, a proper character design sheet for my Trigun ttrpg character!

Frances Thompson Paine you may be a cowgirl girlfailure, but you’re always #1 in my heart.

[ysljoon]

okay so i absolutely love the simon dom head cannons but is there a possibility you could write sub head cannons for him??

simon 'ghost' riley sub headcanons

warnings: smut (nsfw under the cut), edging, oral (m receiving), overstimming, riding, creampie mention, gn reader a/n: anon this was rlly fun to write so thanks for the ask!! <3 MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

He likes to think that subbing isn’t even in his vocabulary but you’ve flipped his world upside down and he’ll sub for only you 

BUT the only time he ever really gets subby is if you’re edging him!!!

Edge him all night and he’s putty in your hands

He’ll be begging you to let him cum and he’ll get a little squirmy too if it’s been more than 20 mins of edging

“Please lovie, I need to cum s’fucking bad.”

He’ll be bucking his hips up into your palm when you’re giving him a handjob grunting for some kind of release

I don’t think he’s much of a whimperer quite honestly he gets desperate but still likes to have some sliver of composure left

When you’re riding him his eyes will be rolling in the back of his head and grasping onto your hips with a vice grip to try and get you to slow down before he cums

“God ‘m not gonna last at all if you keep it up like this.” “That’s okay Si, I know you’ll still have some fight left in you for another round.”

Btw did I mention he is not the biggest fan of nicknames for himself but Si will make him soft on the spot he adores when you call him that

He’s so twitchy when you overstim him and will be begging to let him have a break, but you know he doesn’t mean it when he’s fisting a bunch of your hair while sucking him off 

Seeing him so weak in the knees gets you sopping wet

When he’s fully spent and you’ve milked his balls dry from him cumming in you and and making a mess all over with his seed he’s a cuddle monster

He just wants you close and will be kissing in between your shoulder blades while whispering his love for you

He’s definitely not embarrassed about subbing with you but you speak not a word of this to anybody!!! He’s gotta keep his image y’know 

[cowboybrunch]

"would you peel an orange for me" and "would you still love me if i was a worm" are the same question

would you love me needy? would you love me helpless? would you be kind to me and expect nothing in return? if i couldn't speak or hold your hand or do the dishes, would you still be gentle with me? would you wash my hair? would you resent me? would i be a burden to you? am i a burden to you now? and if i am, are you willing to shoulder it? can i rely on you? do you love me? do you love me?

[firecooking]

ohhh i love zaffre i hope she knows that. her design is so good omg

She certainly does now!

[sav-not-tav]

wish we could've seen aradin in act 2. would have been funny to see him stumble around in the dark... or maybe he could have joined us on our mission to free the nightsong. kinda annoyed he avoided the whole shadow curse thing tbh

Hard agree. How does he go from being laid flat out at the Grove (I punch his sexy rude ass every. time.) to somehow arriving in the city safe and sound?

Let's be real, he'd stumble around in the shadows and refuse any type of help, probably getting himself killed along the way. Or he'd have been captured by the Absolutists and been part of the Moonrise rescue mission. Maybe then after rescuing him we could fuck him into being nicer

There is just no way this guy made it to the city on his own. Who helped him!?!?

[bruhstation]

"your honor my client had to do it because the victim was so old so they're just doing them a favor"