The ✨not-so✨Lone Wolf ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠⊂⁠)

26y/o⚕️♑🇵🇦 ENG/ESP World of Warcraft, Bloodborne, TLOZ and other fandoms Sometimes draw my Ocs for Fun (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ Parrots and Crabs supremacy🦜🦀✨

[mishi264]

Beach day for the 141!! 🏝️☀️🌊

Since summer is nearly over for me and I’ve been seeing beach fanart, I got inspired and out of artblock hoorayy

[jeleynai]

This heat is frying my brainnnnn (and theirs too)

Another sketch from the Patreon vault c:

[estrixart]

ghost

[cntloup]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 ⸝⸝

𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

you're huddled together in bed with your husband. a lazy day spent in bed cuddling and watching trash tv sounded the best after spending four months away on a grueling mission. simon has only one week off before he takes off again. so you plan on making the most of that time while you have him to yourself.

you turn on your side, gazing upon his face that's illuminated by the soft morning sunlight streaming through the linen curtains, a fond smile forming on your lips. simon's laying on his back, one arm stretched out under your head while the other rests on his abdomen. his eyes are shut, yet he's still wide awake. just resting his weary body and mind. he always says that your presence calms him down. it soothes his wounded soul. and only you can do that.

you lean closer, resting your head on his shoulder. you don't look away. you can't. it's like you're hypnotized. his unique beauty captivating you like no other.

your eyes move across his face, drawing imaginary lines as you go over the creases on his forehead, varying in shape and depth as the emotions that created them. the slight furrow between his eyebrows that seems to never fade. the crow's feet on the corner of his eyes that he claims has been forming because of you. because he never laughed as much before you.

your heart clenches as you find the copious scars scattered across his face, hurt and wonder taking over you as you think over the stories behind each of them, your eyes tracing along the lines, shallow and deep, colored and faded, going over his cheeks, eyebrows and finally, his lips. your mind brings back the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. you always feel the scar when you kiss him. the thin sunken tissue, thicker in the middle and slightly faded on his lips. you smile. you wouldn't change it for the world.

a tender warmth settles in your heart as you gaze upon the man before you. the man who has captured your heart and held it so gently that no one would think possible from someone like him. in that moment, it's like you can feel everything all at once. all the tales of pain and torment he had told you, all the fond memories you have created together over the years flash before your eyes.

simon shifts slightly in his place, pulling you out of your trance. he moves his free arm, resting his forearm upon his eyes as if trying to hide.

"stop looking at me like that."

his deep voice cuts through the silence of the room, bringing your mind back to this world. it's still gruff from sleep and not being used for a long time. he tries to sound stern but there's no severity in his tone.

his eyes were closed the whole time but he must have sensed your unwavering stare.

the adoring smile never leaves your face as you speak.

"like what?"

like i'm worth something. simon wants to say but stops himself.

the silence stretches again.

"like you're my whole world?"

you ask softly, lifting your head and resting your weight on your arm. you lean closer to him, gently caressing the side of his face.

"right. that."

his arm doesn't move, still shielding his eyes.

"well you are, simon."

"hmm."

an uncontrollable heat spreads across his face. as much as he wants, he can't hide the redness forming on his cheeks.

your smile widens.

"please don't hide from me, si."

you grab his arm, slowly removing it from his face and placing a kiss on the back of his hand.

finally, his eyes flutter open. dark turned into honey brown under the faint flow of sunlight veiled by the thin curtains.

your eyes meet. his gaze immediately softens. and his heart nearly melts under the loving look in your eyes.

"hey, si."

"hi, love."

a moment passes, your eyes locked onto one another.

suddenly, simon grabs your waist and turns you on your back, his muscular form hovering above you as you giggle. he locks your lips together immediately, stealing your breath. your lips move together harmoniously, burning with a silent devotion that's present all throughout your relationship. never spoken. but always felt.

you pull away out of breath, panting heavily and grinning widely.

"you're my whole goddamn world too, you know."

he speaks with a wholehearted sincerity. you nod, giggling softly before pulling him in for another kiss.

"after all these years, i still have no fuckin' idea why you'd even look my way, let alone be with me."

"simon, you're the greatest man i've ever met. scars and all. everything that's happened to you. everything that you've done. it's all part of you. i love all of it. i love all of you."

"i don't deserve you. at all."

"you deserve the whole world, si. and more."

"i don't give a fuck about the world. i only want you, love."

you chuckle at his words, kissing him again.

simon has never figured out how he got someone like you. and still thinks he doesn't deserve even an ounce of the love you give him. but he doesn't care. he decides to be selfish.

"never letting you go, love. you're mine. and i'm yours. always."

"that's right, si. all yours. and you're all mine. forever."

art by the amazing @wyvern-whiskey ♡

[xocoeurenporcelaine]

Thinking back to this post i made

This type of 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑!𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 doesn’t happen overnight. This is years of fine-tuning from his end. And when I mean years, I mean YEARSSS.

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 was def cold in the beginning of your relationship. He didn’t think he was worthy of love because of his occupation and the choices he had made in his life. [and how his childhood was…]

Def some self-esteem problems with his looks too.

He didn’t think he was handsome enough for any relationship. A crooked nose from one too many punches in the face. Lips scarred, made for hiding behind his mask and yelling at recruits, not kissing.

But he did, in fact, love you.

He loved how you looked at him with none of the fear he was used to. How, no matter how many scars or broken bones, you still loved him.

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, who couldn’t hold your hand, who wouldn’t kiss you; any sort of touching was off-limits for about a good year. And yet, you stayed. You patiently waited for him to come out of his shell.

You knew he was a flawed creature - everyone was, but that didn’t make him less in your eyes like it would in his own.

When 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 started coming out of his shell, it was small stuff, like holding pinkies or sitting on the same couch without being on opposite ends.

Then small pecks were allowed, but only if he initiated or had a heads-up. He doesn't like surprises!

Slowly, and when I mean slowly, I mean we are moving at a sloth's pace rn, full hand holding was okay, and putting ur head on his shoulder when you sat together.

On the 3rd anniversary of your relationship, I think kissing would be allowed; no more pecks. You can kiss him now, like a full-on snog to that face of his.

After this anniversary, 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 has definitely gotten more comfortable with his hands on you. But due to his childhood, it has taken 3 years to do so. He doesn’t want to be like his father, so that's why he’s avoided all touches.

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, who's more comfortable with placing his hands on your waist as he’s passing you.

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, who will wrap an arm around you when you're sitting. You snuggled up into the corner of his arm as he rubbed his thumb against your arm.

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, who will finally sleep in the same bed as you. He’s as stiff as a board all night, listening to your soft breathing and the sheets whenever you turn. His eyes are glued to the ceiling, not blinking at all, as his chest rises and falls deeply.

And when he does finally fall asleep [for like an hour, let's be real.] It’s peaceful. It was one of the best sleeps he has had in a while.

When you stirred awake, blinking away the last remnants of sleep, something heavy was weighing you down. His arm lazily wrapped around your waist, his breathing deep and content.

a/n: snog that beautiful face of his =￣ω￣=

i want to make a pt2 of this with more *raunchy* things haha…but nothing full-on smut, just some drizzle drizzle. So look out for that soon!

P.s. thank you for all of the love i’ve been getting recently! Means a lot :]

[sam-winchesters-lost-shoe]

Dating Simon Riley starts slow.

He has to be treated like a feral cat. You learned that the hard way when you offered him a coffee on your second time meeting. He took it, grunted, but didn’t take a sip. He eyed it like it was poisoned, silently wondering what your ulterior motives were.

He was used to a life of neglect that came from family, and hyper surveillance from his job. Favors like this were unlikely for him, especially from someone he hardly knows.

So he stands awkwardly, holding the cup and thanking you with a nod before politely excusing himself and tossing it in the garbage in the break room. Better safe than sorry, in his mind.

You could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t used to little acts of kindness. He was blunt and confident, but he wasn’t used to intimacy—even platonically.

So you started small.

You’d bring in little treats for the team. First you would just bring a pack of gum, and offer it to everyone else before him. He took things much better when he wasn’t singled out, so he nodded quietly, watching you with deep brown eyes as he accepted the simple gift. After that you bought them a case of beer for a weekend at Kyle’s where you watched the game and stayed in. He slowly began to accept things from you while the others were around. They acted as a buffer for him.

So you took it a step further. Personalized gifts for each of them. You would make coffee runs and get him the drink of his choice. You would find little trinkets or snacks at the store and bring him back his favorite—the pub pretzels he enjoyed so much. Slowly, he accepted your gifts with less hesitation.

It took a few months before he would accept without hesitation. When you would text that you were at the store, he would bluntly reply ‘get me the usual?’ and offer to pay you back (which you never let him do). Soon he was accepting treats and homemade foods, squirreling them off to his bunker to keep safe so he could savor it in private.

The day that you knew you had finally gotten through to him was the day he started returning your gifts.

One day you walked into your office to find a wrapped cookie sitting on your desk. There was no note or label, and it looked suspiciously like one of the baked goods that was sold at the cafeteria. Your favorite flavor, of course.

When you brought it up later, you made sure not to sound accusatory. As you were cleaning your weapons alongside Simon, you simply said, “someone left a cookie on my desk. You know anything about that, LT?”

His eyes widened slightly but he shook his head silently.

“No.” He grunted, going back to his work.

But you knew better.

Soon he was bringing your lunch to your office, placing muffins on your desk while avoiding eye contact, and ordering lunch for you when you had a tough day. It took a long time for him to truly understand why this was so important to you, but the sparkle in your eyes each time you got one of his gifts made it all worth it.

One day as you were walking to the training field out back of the compound, he stopped, looking down at his boots on the gravel trail. There was a small buttercup poking up through the stones, and he paused. Debated. After a few seconds he bent over, picked it quietly, and held it out to you. He avoided your gaze again, clearing his throat.

“Here.” He said simply, as if that was explanation enough.

“A flower?” You asked, raising a brow even as your lips fought against a smile.

He swallowed thickly, broad shoulders shrugging.

“….don’t make it a big deal.” He said quietly, already walking ahead. His shoulders were tense, but it seemed like he was content with his decision.

You tucked the small flower carefully into a pocket on your vest, smiling the rest of the way to training.

[safk-art]

Billy Knitting standee c:

[P4tre0n] [Linktr.ee]

[dhamien-scho288]

I just bought myself a displate metal poster of Vol’jin…..

I got it bad for this troll 😜

(Said poster design)

[lorbitele]

A glimpse of us

[sam-winchesters-lost-shoe]

What I realistically think Simon Riley is like in bed:

As much as I love stories where he’s brutal and snarky and kinky, I don’t think that’s actually how he would be.

At least not at first.

The man has trauma, and lots of it. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, so he’s not doing shit unless his partner initiates. With that being said, he also cannot feel like things are out of his control during intimacy so safe words and check ins are key.

He’s a soldier. Realistically, soldiers can have a tough time in the bedroom. Constant adrenaline can screw up their body and lead to some issues like ED, which I think he would have some insecurities about. He’s realistically not flipping his partner over into twenty different positions and fucking for hours.

I do think he likes giving more than receiving. I think those insecurities previously mentioned would be a big part of this because he’d rather make sure his partner feels good than have to reassure them when he can’t get it up. He loves them, he just isn’t good with his words so he would rather get on his knees for them and show it.

With all that being said, once he’s comfortable with a partner, he’s a different man. He gets much more touchy because the man is severely touch starved, and he absolutely loves being taken care of. He won’t let anyone know it, but aftercare and being close with his partner is big for him. He loves the closeness and reassurances that go both ways.

When it comes to frequency, I think it depends on his partner. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy that goes feral the moment his partner walks in the door, but he also does crave the intimacy of being close to them once he’s comfortable.

For kinks, I think it’s pretty minimal. He likes praise more than degradation in my mind, likes being able to see his partner, and I think he gets off on slight pain (like scratching his back, tugging his hair a little). Nothing too crazy. I do think he likes a little bit of somnophilia (only with explicit consent and enthusiasm from his partner) and loves falling asleep with it inside because it just makes him feel safe.

However, with all this being said, he is a fictional character and this is not me criticizing anyone at all, this is just what I think makes the most logical sense.

I love this man in any and all forms✌️❤️

[lil-yearnings]

On the surface, Simon Riley would look like a very hard, mediocre boyfriend.

PDA is way off the table, even around his mates, for the most part, he looks all but indifferent to you. Especially at the beginning of your relationship. The only indication that he has some regard for you is that he had a tendency to stare.

On your first dates, he would stare. He would speak quietly, and in short sentences. If you didn’t know Simon as a person like you did (you were introduced by a mutual friend before you started dating) there wouldn’t be a second date.

But he’s not. His eyes were either on you, or checking the exits. He was feeling you out. Observing. Which would be the common theme of most if your dates: in an insignificant spot, his face covered with a surgical mask, watching you like a hawk.

His activities weren’t much better either. His idea of “quality time” is sprawling on the couch, turning on Man Uni and calling you into the room to sit next to him. Sure, bring your phone too, he doesn’t mind. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll probably explain to you what’s happening. Quality time also applied in the car. You were going to listen to his nü metal,and you were going to like it. Maybe, you’d find a calloused hand on your leg.

So, painfully mediocre on the surface level.

But here’s the thing: if you look past his indifference, he will mirror your reciprocations to your interest. Say you’re on the couch before him, and watching Drag Race UK. This time, he’ll sit with you, without complaint. If you’re driving, he’ll listen to whatever you’ll listen to.

Something people tend to overlook about Simon is how guarded of a man he is. Even around people he’s supposed to trust with his life. (For the most part, he doesn’t trust the 141 with his face.) He’s the kind of man who you truly need to know as a person and know that his aloofness is not personal. It’s him protecting himself.

He’s the kind of boyfriend that rehearses what he wants to say to you someday when you fall asleep against his arm. The type who isn’t embarrassed to bring you around his mates, because you’re simply another person close to him. He’s the boyfriend with the perpetual scowl when his partner is next to him, in public, or otherwise, but in actuality, he’s having the time of his life, and is enjoying your company so deeply.

On the outside, a horribly bothered RBF. In reality, on the inside, “this is my bird. I love her so much.”

He is just a. Extremely reserved, and b. Has a horrid “content” face.

[hanfraserr]

How can old Vol'jin help ya

我不行了吧这太难了

[succubusvalentine]

𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗥𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝟭𝟴+

Simon had learned over the years to keep his voice down during sex—finding it embarrassing that a hulking man like him would whine like a bitch during sex.

Foolishly, he didn't change his habit when he got with you. Believing the quiet grunts he would allow to be enough for you. Like the other women he'd been with.

God, it was pissing you off.

He didn't account for the fact you'd lost most of your hearing. You never wore your hearing aids during sex because the itch of them wouldn't allow you to concentrate.

Simon was a fantastic lover—gave you exactly what you needed, had you coming until you couldn't fucking think anymore. But he just wouldn't make any sound. You know you should've been used to guys not making sounds by now at your big grown age, though you got your hopes up with Simon.

Simon was holding back his moans as he fucked into your perfect pussy, thrusting at that perfect angle that made you keen—Only allowing quiet masculine sounds to rumble from his chest.

But you finally had enough of seeing his mouth part, while being unable to hear anything.

"Simon," you pant, grabbing his jaw roughly "fucking moan, goddammit. I can't fucking hear you."

Simon stilled, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. "Y'sure? Didn't think women liked I' when a man makes noise."

"Need to hear you." you whispered, grinding your hips upwards impatiently.

Simon finally broke down that wall in his mind, leaning down to your good ear and letting out a loud groan, thrusting frantically. His big meaty paws clawing at you.

"Fuck!" Simon babbled "Feels so good, so tight. So so so tight."

You gasp at how loud he was being—getting what you always wanted from a lover.

"y'don't get it. Wanna be inside you all the time. Just wanna fill you over and over and over." He groaned, his hips becoming erratic and needy as he brings a hand to your clit—desperate to get you off before he came himself.

Your nails clawed down his muscular back, leaving red streaks in their wake. But the unrestrained whimper Simon let out in response?

You were coming with a squeal, locking your legs around his hips as he fucked his come inside you.

"Don't" you pant "You ever hold those sounds back again."

Simon huffed, wrapping his arms around you. "'s embarrassing, love."

"I just came harder than I ever have in my life, you can handle some embarrassment."

You stash the fact Simons softening cock twitched inside you at the thought of being embarrassed for later. Fucking pathetic thing, your boyfriend.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

Buy my cat a treat? (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

[changenameno]

Oh yes I’m here for “loud” Simon🥵😍

[pinksplace]

Simon knows your body like he knows a gun.

How to take it apart and put it back together. How to turn it inside out and then right side out again. Pulling your trigger with a calloused finger.

He touches you with care, but not like he’s afraid you’ll break. No, that’s not how you touch a gun.

You touch a gun like it’s something with the power to take. Something with the power to destroy. To kill.

God knows you could kill him, wake up and realize you deserve more than he could offer. You could blow up in his face and leave him bleeding out on the floor.

He worships you with the same precision he uses to clean his gun, careful strokes with delicate touches. Just like a weapon, sometimes you need different things from him. A gentle hold and little aiming. Rough hands and a steady prop against his shoulder. Sometimes his entire body is behind every movement, thighs wide for support even when his back starts to ache with effort

Simon fucks you like a bullet.

He tears himself apart, or at least he would if you asked him too. Slowly losing his sharp edges with every ricochet as he bounces around you.

He fucks into your cunt as if you pulled a trigger, letting himself go in whatever direction you ask. Hard, slow, fast, teasing, nights when you make him do that thing with his hips.

You go at it like animals most nights, pulling that raw want out of the holster and flicking off any safety’s that get in your way.

There’s no bullet proof vest or gun case that can hide him from the most dangerous weapon of all.

You.

[selid327]

Finally finished my goofy ahhh half-Amani, half-Darkspear druid! My favorite OC so far. Gonna make his animal forms too.

[c4shm0neyxxx]

Dirty little secret

Yandere geta x fem reader

———

No one knew where you came from.

Not the Senate.

Not the guards.

Not even the men who would die for him.

You were never announced. Never addressed. Never acknowledged.

You kept your head bowed, always. A hood, a servant’s cloak, blending into torchlight and pillars.

Yet somehow… wherever Emperor Geta went…

You were there.

In the shadows of the throne room.

Behind marble columns during trials.

Near the balcony when he addressed the masses.

And he always knew.

His eyes would flick to the darkness for half a second too long.

His fingers would tighten on the arm of his throne.

His jaw would set like a leash being pulled.

Only you noticed.

Only you were allowed to.

That night, you slipped into his private corridor the same way you always did — barefoot, silent, memorized. The guards at the end of the hall never turned around.

They never did.

Because they didn’t know you existed.

Geta was waiting in the dark, cloak still on, crown discarded on the table like a burden.

“You were seen,” he said calmly.

Your stomach dropped. “By who?”

“No one important.” His eyes gleamed. “They won’t remember.”

You stepped closer. “You killed them.”

“I erased a problem,” he corrected.

Then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the shadowed corner behind a curtain.

His mouth crashed against yours — hard, desperate, like he was claiming oxygen. One hand in your hair, the other pinning you against the wall.

“This is why you must stay hidden,” he whispered against your lips.

“They can’t touch what they can’t see.”

Your breath shook. “I don’t exist to them.”

“You exist to me,” he said darkly. “That is enough.”

In public, he never looked at you directly.

But when senators insulted him, his gaze would flick to where you stood hidden behind pillars — and his rage sharpened.

When executions were ordered, he would glance into the shadows first.

For approval.

For grounding.

For possession.

You became a constant behind him — a dark shape following the emperor of Rome like a curse.

The guards whispered:

“The emperor speaks to ghosts.”

“The halls move when he walks.”

“There’s something watching with him.”

They were right.

You were always there.

In corridors.

In balconies.

Behind his throne.

In the black between torchlight.

One night, you whispered,

“What if they discover me?”

He cupped your face, eyes fever-bright.

“Then I kill Rome and build a new world where only you can be seen.”

Your chest tightened. “That’s insane.”

His smile was gentle.

“I am emperor.”

He pressed his forehead to yours.

“You are my secret,” he murmured.

“My weakness.”

“My shadow.”

“My proof I am still human.”

And the empire would never know…

That its cruel ruler kept his heart hidden in the dark.

[thetravellingblackcat-blog]

Some more soft sub!Geta x Mistress!reader thoughts^^

Emperor Geta x Reader Hc (Gladiator 2)

-Reader always making sure that Geta feels warm and safe at night and carefully tucking him in after their scenes as the last step of Aftercare:)

-Reader writing poems to him about his soft, creamy skin and his siren - like Eyes❤️ He has no idea the effect a mere gaze of him has on you

-comforting him and advising him in matters of the state or when he is having trouble with his brother again

-not comparing his beauty to Apollo, but to lovely and graceful Dryads and to seductive Sirens🌹

-feeling protective of him and wishing you could shield him from the dangers and cruelty of the Roman court

-people noticing that Geta seems to glow… differently than usual. Lighter. Softer. As if something heavy has been lifted off his shoulders

-Geta feeling he can leave the mask of the invincible emperor on the doorstep as soon as he steps into your chambers

-sometimes, when Geta cannot sleep, Mistress!reader will gently read to him while stroking his hair, the low hum of your voice lulling him to sleep

-worshipping Geta‘s strong thighs and broad chest before letting your hands wander lower and eliciting the most beautiful sounds from him❤️

-you always being focused on his pleasure first to make sure he feels well taken care of, both physically and emotionally

-you loving the sight of him with no make up and looking so soft and vulnerable, calling him your soft and lovely prince<3 the softest and most beautiful creature worth protecting

-Geta feeling Both vulnerable and safe with you<3

Geta is my Little Princess☺️😉 Likes, Reblogs and Comments are always appreciated^^ I hope you enjoyed my takes on beautiful sub!Geta^^