#sap asks

[kumezyzo]

hello! i hope you're doing okay!!! I'd really appreciate any desperate bf!sapnap smut please 😩 and don't feel pressured take a rest!!! writing can be exhausting sometimes

ask and you shall receive 😌 so many weeks later fem!reader. nsfw themes. you know the drill.

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap only starts getting desperate when you blatantly ignore him. he's trying to kiss your neck and feel you up, but you have other things to do.

nick wraps his arms around you, running his hands over your sides.

you sigh and roll your eyes, "i dont have time for this right now, babe."

"what do you mean?" he asks, thinking your joking before you pull his hands off and walk away. he stares at you in disbelief as he watches you leave.

bf!sapnap who tries so desperately to distract himself from how worked up he had gotten himself. he ends up mindlessly deleting screenshots and going through his camera roll.

nick is swiping through pictures on his phone in his office, deleting pictures of george that the latter had spammed three months ago. that was when he swiped once more and a picture of you in a lewd position popped up.

nicks eyes widened and his heart started to race as he remembered that night. he looked at the picture closer as his face started heating up.

it was of you laying in bed, you stomach covered in his cum and your arm draped over your eyes. nicks dick resting on your thigh with cum pooling out of the tip.

he felt himself start throbbing in his shorts at the memory of taking the picture. he continued scolling, finding more picture of the same night until he found a video.

he groaned and let it play, the sounds of both of your moans resonating from his phone. it really got him when a brief second of silence fell between you two and all he could hear was the sound of how wet you were. he felt like it was so loud he could practically hear it.

bf!sapnap who gives up on waiting and runs to find you. you try to ignore him at your desk, trying to finish an email.

"baby? baby, please!" he pleads once he draped himself over you and your office chair from behind.

"give me like two minutes and then im all yours," you say to get him to calm down temporarily. he sighed and sat down on the floor next to your chair.

bf!sapnap who once again gets a surge of desperation seeing you nonchalantly look down at him and go back to typing.

nick licks his lips as he reaches for your your thigh. you glance down at him before moving your thigh away from him. he looks up at you with a glare before scooting under your desk.

"no," you say before he could even do anything.

"i havent even done anything," he said as he placed his hands on your knees and kissed your inner thighs.

you stayed silent, sending the email and waiting to see how far your boyfriend was willing to go. you sat back and crossed your arms, watching how your boyfriend spread your legs farther and kissed farther up with his eyes closed.

bf!sapnap who ended up realizing you were done and rushing to get your sweatpants off. it was like a blur and you were getting eaten out by him.

"just wanted to fuck you, peach," he said, lightly biting your thigh. you ran a hand through his hair, throwing your head back when he licked along your slit. "fuck you taste so good..."

bf!sapnap who desperately gets up and pulls out his dick because he desperately needs to be inside you.

"cant believe you made me wait for this," he whines as he slowly pushes into you. you sigh and pout up at him condescendingly.

"oh im sorry, baby," you say in a pouty voice. "ill try to let you fuck faster next-"

he cuts you off by thrusting into you quickly, ignoring anything you were planning on saying. and you forgot what you were going to say, your head only filled with him telling you how much he needed to fuck you.

lets ignore how many times i used the word 'fuck'. also, im sorry how short and kinda off it is. -Nony

[snail-day]

Geto is such an acts of service husband. Not just a boyfriend - a husband. This man doesn’t date casually; he dates to marry, to commit. That’s why, after a long, exhausting day, he’s already waiting for you, warm towel in hand, ushering you into the shower before you can protest. He doesn’t say much, just murmurs something about how you need to relax, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he nudges you toward the warm water. When you emerge, skin damp and sleep already tugging at your strained eyes, he’s there. Sitting at the edge of the bed, patting the mattress in that gentle, expectant way of his.

"Lay down," soft murmured words from that sweet voice of his "Tummy first"

The moment you do, his big, warm hands are on you - pressing, kneading, smoothing out every bit of tension that settled into your muscles throughout the day. His touch remains firm yet careful, working through every knot with ease. You can feel the heat of his palms sinking deep, lulling you into something hazy, something safe.

The whole time, he talks to you. Soft murmurs as he applies more lotion to your skin. Asking about your day, about the little things. Did you eat enough? Did you drink enough water? Humming at each answer, thumbs pressing into the small of your back just right, lips curling when you melt beneath him.

"You really need to start stretching with me in the mornings," he mutters at one point, voice low, warm, teasing. "It’d help, you know."

But the words become background noise at this point, fading in and out as sleep drags you under. You barely register the last few strokes of his fingers over your back, the way his touch softens, the press of his lips against your shoulder before he finally pulls the blankets over you. As you drift off, barely clinging to consciousness, you hear it - his voice, soft and tender.

"Good girl. Sleep - I’ll be here when you wake up."

[wavezies]

win for me

[rookamell]

I'm in stitches thinking about Lucanis just incapable of not getting emotional at his wedding because of course he's bawling seeing Rook in their outfit but I'm just imagining Caterina in the front row with her head in her hands going mierda I raised two idiot grandsons Lucanis every single one of the Talons and the Archon of Tevinter is here have some self-respect!!

[neigepomme]

caleb, who planned something grand for when he proposes to you but instead decides to pop the question after your nightly walk.

you point to the stars in the sky and say, "that one's just like you. it's the brightest of them all," and god, he's just so in love, and you seem so much brighter than a star could ever be. you lower your head, changing your view from the nightsky to caleb and he's looking at you with so much love and devotion in his gaze.

in a voice, much more quiet and vulnerable than you've ever heard him use, he decides against asking a question, but rather says it like a fact established by the universe itself.

"marry me."

🍎 — fic coming later today!

[remxedmoon]

do you think you could explain how you do your shading/rendering :o? i'm so curious (specifically with the binary brush, if it makes any difference in how you do it)

hey hey! thankyou for the question!!! i’ll admit i’m not very good at explaining things (like. at all) but! tried my best 👍 (also super sorry anon this ask is from months ago. if i didn’t respond to your ask it’s probably just been sitting in my drafts taunting me for months)

^ this is what i do most of the time when drawing characters! generally i use rounder shapes while blocking out shadows, and you can do as many layers of this as you want! i generally don’t do highlights unless im shading darker colors (like the party’s black hair or isabeau’s sweater). i also usually shade the top half of the face! because it looks nice to me :3

^ aaaa idk how well i’m explaining this?? this is just something i Do, i didn’t really pick it up from anywhere (i mean. i didn’t pick up the hatching from anywhere either but yknow). with things like mirabelle’s hair, i do this process, but block in the highlights instead of the shadows. if you want a better example, here’s some of the rare process pics i have from a drawing i finished recently

also! going to answer an ask from. october. that’s somewhat related to this? just because i know i’ll never get to it otherwise

so i’ve genuinely been spending months trying to figure out how to answer this and the short answer is: yes absolutely you are allowed to take inspiration from my art style oh my god thank you so much and also: i can’t give tips here i’m so sorry.

i don’t really. know?? what my thought process is?? i’ve been drawing for so long that i rely more on muscle memory and what “feels right” to me. i didn’t really choose my art style, i just stumbled on it by accident. i wish you luck though, thankyou so much again!!!

(ALSO IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME 3 MONTHS TO RESPOND TO THIS ANON)

thankyou for all the compliments, hope this helps a little!!!

[altcvnningham]

idk why i thought ab this but imo adler isn’t huge on pda BUTTT he is serious about silent gestures of care + affection. being cia means his head is perpetually on a swivel buttt when it comes to the mundane he is constantly in tune with what you want and need, from the superficial to the serious.

dress you did a double take at past a boutique? it’s mysteriously hanging in your closet the next time you get dressed. he hears you sigh to yourself about the leaky faucet? it’s fixed, though you never recall touching it. you start waking up every day with a crick in your neck? hm, suddenly you swear these pillows somehow feel more plush, more comfortable, different. obsessing over a certain song you keep hearing on the radio? somehow you find the whole album in your record collection.

foot rubs without question after you take off your heels you’ve worn all day; dishes washed and house cleaned even though you’re sure you’ve both been busy at work; quietly doing up a button on the back of your dress without even telling you that you’ve missed it.

he’d spoil you to heaven and back in the tiniest ways and you won’t even notice it enough to insist that you don’t deserve it. somehow, you just think life got strangely easier when adler walked into it.

[maluspumilaa]

ooooo you want to talk to me about the southerngothic farcille au ooooo you want to talk to me about it so bad

heres the first sketch page for this au in case you want to see more + the au tag

[rampantram]

I don't know why, but for some reason, I feel like Ewe would be the type of person to drink a tiny amount of alcohol and she would either immediately pass out or she goes completely wild, to the point that both Narinder and Lamb struggle to keep her under control.

Although I'm probably completely wrong about that. What do you think?

I've thought before about how Ewe would be when she's drunk, and you were definitely close with the first part of your guess.

Two words:

Sleepy and Affectionate

[kumezyzo]

sapnap is the type of bf who would randomly hold your hand/thigh in the public/during stream/around your friends and you'd be so flustered and shy that you pull away leaving him clueless like: "what's wrong?"

although i still feel kinda dubious about sapnap being big on pda

i dont think he would he big on pda, so to speak. more so just subtly touches/in passing and handholding tbh.

but i can definetly see him doing it on stream, especially if he thinks people cant see it. and in public like at a dinner. and if you pulled away he'd look at you like 'wtf' but then kinda just ignore it i guess 😭😭

[lizzybeeee]

Southern Thedas:

The Veilguard:

[woodswolf]

a tribute to my favorite post that came out of the pikposting phenomena from august to october of 2023, originally written by @olimar-posting. i have loved this post ever since i first read it and i still think of it very fondly. pure poetry

(Image IDs in alt)

[neillesart]

Trick or treat with horror?

Some organic vegan brownies are your treat. :3

[kippipies]

What would your interpretation of voldemort be if you ever drew him snake like ?

aaa i love snake vee sm but i'm never super happy with how he looks in my art style so I haven't posted anything haha. but while looking through my files i did find this old unfinished art that i kinda like, so here ya go!

[cruel-hiraeth]

part of jing yuan’s irresistible allure—in the bedroom, particularly—is how versatile he is. some may interpret his flexibility as boredom or laziness, both of which are far from the truth; in reality, he has simply sated the sexual curiosities of his youth, so is repertoire is vast. what he craves more than anything in the cosmos is intimacy and connection, which is exactly what you give him. and his open approach allows you room to explore your deepest desires without judgement—so long as you can clearly voice said desires (he is a scoundrel, after all).

[wrathofrats]

good morning wrath. imagine zephyr conditioning ifrit to cum on command

Kinktober day 8: hands free orgasm

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Once for the father, twice for the son, three times for the Holy Ghost

Zephyr/ifrit

1.7k explicit, Warnings for: op doesn’t know what she’s talking about so don’t take this hella seriously, clicker training, it’s kinda manipulation, ifrit doesn’t really know he’s being clicker trained, exhibitionism

“My sweet boy, love making you feel good dragonfly” zephyr mumbled into his mouth. Ifrit gave a small whine of approval from the praise, earning another click. It had been going on for some time, small clicks here and there whenever zephyr touched him or let him fuck them. It made him feel good, the extra reassurance that he was doing something right making his head feel a relaxing sort of fuzzy.

Zephyr sat on top of his thighs with their hand around his cock. Slow strokes, a sweet smile on their face. They said they wanted to spoil him, loving being able to give their dog a treat. Ifrit heard a faint clicking sound as zephyr thumbed over the tip and precum dribbled over his shaft.

Zephyr could be sickly sweet when they really wanted to be. Cunning, something more sinister under their loving actions even if ifrit knew that Zeph only had his best interest in mind. Even the clink of the metal on his neck had his brain fizzling randomly, in the middle of conversations just remembering that zephyr made him wear it made him feel a little ditzier. A smile would plaster on his face, radiating sunshine practically, which always warmed zephyrs heart when they got to see and know what caused it.

Ifrit reached for zephyrs hair and dragged them forwards into his mouth, pulling them into a filthy opened mouth kiss. Another click. Zephyrs hand worked faster on his cock as ifrit shoved his tongue into their mouth. He was almost overwhelmingly hot like this, taken out of his usual rationality to completely submit to zephyr. It was hard to control his temperature.

“My sweet boy, love making you feel good dragonfly” zephyr mumbled into his mouth. Ifrit gave a small whine of approval from the praise, earning another click. It had been going on for some time, small clicks here and there whenever zephyr touched him or let him fuck them. It made him feel good, the extra reassurance that he was doing something right making his head feel a relaxing sort of fuzzy.

Zephyr trailed their free hand down his chest, squeezing at the soft muscle of his pecs. Ifrit gave another hum of approval as he bit at zephyrs lip, taking it between his teeth. His hips bucked up as his cock twitched in zephyrs hand.

“Close baby,” ifrit whispered out, his mouth barely still on zephyrs as he panted with need. The familiar warm feeling bubbled in his abdomen, ifrit whispering out small curses as he waited for zephyrs approval to be able to cum.

Zephs movements slowed, becoming more pointed as they watched ifrits face. He looked pathetic, desperate for approval as zephyr was rapidly pulling him closer to the edge without truly giving him that push to topple over.

“You really wanna cum for me? Really wanna make a mess all over my hand?”

“Please” zephyr had him squeezed at the base, looking straight into his fiery red eyes with a small smile pulling at the corner of their lips.

“Go ahead then, cum for me ifrit”

A double click, zephyrs hand stroking him in earnest for just a second before ifrit cried out. His claws dug into the sheets as he threw his head back with a loud groan, shooting hot and thick all over zephyrs fist. They squeezed more on the upstroke, practically milking it out of him before ifrit gave a pained whimper and tried to pull away.

Zephyr gave him loving praise and a small kiss before getting up to wipe off their hand that was starting to get tacky. The clicker was shoved back into the drawer, ifrit almost none the wiser to what zephyr was doing besides being able to associate the noise with pleasure.

The piece of plastic was kept in zephyrs pocket when they weren’t in bed. Taken from the bedside drawer to toy with just in case they were feeling risky, or if they thought ifrit needed that kind of reality check. The temptation was mouth watering, wondering exactly what he would do upon hearing it out of context, left horny and confused as to why all of the sudden he was straining against his jeans.

Ifrit sat in the corner of the couch with zephyr snuggled into his side. Their head rested on his shoulder as he spoke, one arm on the rest of the couch and one wrapped around Zeph. They weren’t fully paying attention to the conversation, aether and dew complaining about siblings faking illnesses to stay in the clinic or something.

The plastic felt almost heavy in their pocket, calling to zephyr just to conduct a simple experiment by giving the button a press.

The noise was faint, only being able to be heard by ifrit and zephyr. Ifrit gave a confused look down like he thought he had misheard something before continuing his conversation. The grip he had on zephs waist tightened a bit, his lip caught between his teeth.

His brain started to go slightly static at the edges, almost feeling as if he was tired more than anything else. Another small click went off beside him before he could examine the feeling any further. Ifrits breathing picked up slightly, a heat forming in his cheeks while his pants became tighter.

“You ok wildfire?” Zephyr whispered, looking up at him. Ifrit pulled the blanket further up himself in an attempt to hide whatever was happening. Maybe it was just one of those things that happens due to being topside.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you” his hand moved from around zephyrs waist to play with their hair. Long gray strands swirling around his fingers, he always wondered how it never got super tangled, especially since they usually had it up or braided. It helped calm him down a little bit, helped even out his breathing.

Another click bore itself into ifrits mind. His eyes felt heavier, the static starting to surround his thoughts and making it hard to speak or participate in the conversation fully. He tried to nod along and not let his eyes glaze over but he felt like he was truly starting to become stupid.

Ifrits cock was starting to get painfully hard trapped in his pants. He almost felt perverted, being so hard and clearly horny in front of dew and aether while zephyr laid into his side. The dumb temptation to shove his hand down and relieve some of the pressure was overwhelming. The fuzz around his brain truly made it seem like a good idea even as he tried to keep the last grip on his consciousness in order to not completely embarrass himself.

Ifrit gave a small squeeze to zephyrs hand, an almost cry for help as he started to lose himself to the feeling. It was nice, a sweet and comforting haze but it was hard to continue to keep up. Zephyr piped up immediately, inserting themself into the conversation so ifrit could relax a little and truly succumb into submission for them.

The metal collar felt heavier the more he slipped into the headspace. Cool metal against hot skin, still inconspicuous but the fact that only zephyr and ifrit knew made it that much better. There was another click, ifrits cock blurting precum from the head, no doubt about to make a small wet spot on his jeans.

He shifted slightly, trying to maybe get some friction in order to pull him back from the deep. He squeezed zephyrs hand again, just for reassurance. Zephyr held onto him tightly. They tried to keep him grounded enough to get through the conversation before they could whisk him back to their room to take care of him properly.

Ifrit grabbed zephyr tightly, biting his lip as he heard a double click from beside him. The heat in his abdomen grew, his eyes crossing as it ramped up in intensity. His cock twitched, shooting thick all over the front of his boxers before ifrit even had another second to think about it. Zephyr could feel him twitch, saw how he immediately flushed in embarrassment as he tried to figure out what just happened to him.

It was cute watching ifrit, waiting for him to shamefully admit he had just cum untouched for no good reason that he would know about. His eyes darted around, seeing if anyone had noticed beyond zephyr squeezing his hand back.

“I think I’m starting to get tired” ifrit finally mumbled out, staring at Zeph with wide eyes, hopefully convincing them to cut the conversation off so he could drag them back to their room.

“Think I am too dragonfly, sorry guys, think we are going to head to bed” zephyr gave a fake yawn before sitting up, grabbing ifrit to drag him away as he bashfully attempted to cover where he was sure there was a stain on his pants.

Ifrit closed the door behind him, his hands still shaking as he turned to look at zephyr. They were already reaching for his cheeks, dragging him down to pull him into a sweet kiss.

“What happened to you baby? You didn’t seem tired” Zephyr mumbles against his lip, pulling him closer.

“I… um”

“Seemed fidgety on the couch, something on your mind?”

Ifrit shifted his weight from one leg to the other, trying not to look zephyr in the eyes. He didn’t know what he was so embarrassed, they were mates after all. But he was still confused, head feeling fuzzy and not fully satisfied.

“Talk to me my love”

“I… think I came.. I don’t know-“

Zephyr gave a small giggle. They pressed their palm into ifrits clothed cock, kneading down and smiling when he hissed from the sensitivity and pressure.

“Could practically smell it on you, you get so red when you’re turned on dragonfly” ifrit whimpered at the words, putting his head on their shoulder and letting them touch him as they wished. His hips jumped forward into their hand, sensitivity melting into pleasure.

“I’m sorry I don’t know why” ifrit breathed, “need you so bad whisp”

Zephyr kept their little secret to themself, more than happy at being able to get ifrit all stupid and desperate with just the click of a button.

“Give me one more then I’ll clean you up dragonfly”