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ooohhhhhhh....oh god.........i knew this was going somewhere............
#hoooooly shit#wow okay#oh my god#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#falin touden#i like how NO ONE TOLD ME ANYTHING#hoo boy#dungeon meshi spoilers#damn i need a cigarette
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Sarah Paulson for Vogue Magazine (December 2023)
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The Boy and The Moon, The Man and The Goon.
#Wow okay#another art style?#for little ol' me?#yeah okay ill take it#jack frost#rotg jack frost#jack frost fanart#not my art#art#Fanart#digital art#artwork#rotg artwork#my artwork#artstyles#the man in the moon#hey man#keep the stalking to a minimum shall we#this drawing was a constant Not Knowing Whats Going On#Thank You for coming to my ted talk
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pls put a trigger warning when posting a molly/will fic (you read that right). I had to take a moment to recover,
#each to their own#but damn#did not think this existed?#wow okay#no like seriously#u do u boo#but keep me out of it#hannigram#nbc hannibal#hannibal
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧.
#her expression here is doing something to me#wow okay#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#bg3 oc#tiefling#oc: fèidh#bg3 tav#baldurs gate tav
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OK but personal attention kink Hawks who just melts whenever you sit him down and help preen his wings. They're already so sensitive and then here you are, carefully tending to them. No way he doesn't cream his pants from just that alone.
oh my gooooood yes
hawks is an absolute slut for affection. especially the small things, like kissing his cheek before you both leave for work, or holding his hand in the grocery store because you don't wanna lose sight of him, or when you excitedly greet him at the door after he's had a long shift, welcoming him home with loving arms and kisses peppered across his nose and cheeks. and days where you're both cuddled up next to each other on the couch, a movie playing on the TV while your fingers roam over each other's skin. breakfast in the mornings, standing next to each other while brewing a pot of coffee, standing in the bathroom and brushing your teeth together while laughing at each other in the mirror.
the domesticity of it all tbh. it makes his heart flutter and skip a beat. makes him warm with love, and the want to give more love, because he never got to experience genuine affection growing up.
he gets a little riled up with some things, sometimes. like when you're both showering together and on instinct you start scrubbing shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp and washing all of his worries away. and when you cut his hair for him, just how he likes it, because he'd rather feel your fingers in his hair than someone else's. and days where you help him shave because he's just over it, so he leans back against the bathroom counter and let's you go to work, your fingers gripping his jaw to angle his chin while you concentrate, your burning focus a flame that ignites a want and need for more inside of him.
on particularly hard days, when he's just exhausted and drained because the commission just keeps pushing and taking and using him; days where he doesn't know how much more he can give, but he'll still continue to give because people deserve justice and there's so much he has yet to accomplish.
days like this he comes home, and you can immediately tell because he looks deflated - quiet, with his wings pulled taught to his back with stress. you say no words, just guide him inside and pull him close, his face in your hands while you kiss his forehead. you know he probably hasn't eaten all day, running on fumes, so you send him off to shower to wash a day's worth of sweat and grime off while you cook dinner.
nights like these are mostly spent quiet, letting him simmer down and enjoy some peace while you both eat. he'll talk when he's ready, and that's okay, because you both understand the feeling and that no matter what, you're there to support each other.
you guide him off to bed but there's still a stiffness to him, like the weight of the world still rests on his shoulders, even in the comfort of your own home. and this, you won't accept.
he clings to you when he sits on the edge of your shared bed, fingers clutched tightly in your sleep shirt, his head bowed and pressed to your chest. he lets out a sigh the minute your hands come up to run through his hair, and you know what he needs solely from his body language.
you press a kiss to his hairline and pull away, climbing onto the bed behind him where his wings sit taughtly, feathers still wet from his shower, misplaced and askew. you don't even touch his wings at first, but the tense muscle between his shoulder blades, instead, where most of the weight rests, and he gasps quietly, his back arching away from your touch.
"tender?" you ask, and the breathy 'yeah' that comes out tells you that there's work to be done - that this beautiful man in front of you needs someone to care for him, love him, make sure he's okay.
you press a kiss to the nape of his neck and put your fingers right back to where they were between his wings, gently but firmly applying pressure in attempt to ease his muscles. you continue your ministrations down his back and over his shoulders, rubbing away whatever stress you can, his breaths evening out as he relaxes under you
the first touch of your fingers through his feathers makes him see stars. the assaulted wing flares out, large and powerful enough to nearly slam the bedroom door off its hinges where you'd left it ajar, while he chokes out a curse and grips the sheets for dear life.
"do you-"
"don't you dare fuckin' stop," he hisses, relaxing as much as he can, his grip still tight while he grounds himself, "please."
it's interesting to watch how his wings shutter, arching into your touch like a cat would when you pet it. you do your best with straightening his feathers, untangling them and ridding them of any that hang loose, starting a small pile next to you on the bed. every once in a while he lets out a breathy moan, almost quiet enough that you can't hear it, and by the time you finish the backs of both his wings, he's jello under your hands, molding to your touch.
you get him to sit further back onto the bed, propped up against the pillows and the headboard, and crawl into his lap to begin on the underside of his wings, where his coverts and secondaries lie tangled. he nuzzles his face into your shoulder and drapes his arms around your waist, and the loud keening noise he lets out when you dip your fingers back into the plumage of feathers echoes throughout the bedroom. he ruts his hips upward and squeezes his arms tighter around your waist, and you can feel just how hard he is underneath you.
you continue the care of his wings just as you did before, and soon every feather is laid out perfectly, at this point you're touching his wings just to give him the pleasure of it. and it's working.
he's an absolute mess when you gently tug on the tertial feathers on the very inside of his wings, and he cries out, fingers clawing at the shirt on your back, his hips steadily pumping upward in attempt to gain friction. you know that when he's like this, there's no need to even reach a hand down his sweatpants and grab for his cock - that his wings are so damn sensitive and feel so good under your touch that this alone is enough to get him off.
"it's okay baby, i've got you," you murmur to him, and he whines into your neck as he paws at you, wings fluttering against the headboard as you continue to massage your fingers into them.
"fuck, songbird, fuck," he chokes, his chest stuttering, his heartbeat rapidly thumping away in his chest, enough that you can feel it, "fuckin' love you so much. so much. don't want anyone else to touch me like this, fuck."
he's shaking now, and you know he must be close. you pull back slightly and catch his lips in yours, and give his feathers one more squeeze. he moans wantonly into your mouth, the sound of it completely lewd against your lips, and his whole body shutters, the thrust of his hips stuttering. he rides the orgasm out, his skin pricking, hot, and his wings twitching against the headboard as you guide him through it. his brain starts catching back up to speed and he brushes his tongue over your lips, begging, pleading for you to open up for him. you give him what he wants, what he needs - allow him to take any part of you that might sooth him over and show him that he's loved.
"thank you," he breathes out after a moment, and you press a kiss to his forehead, brushing his hair back.
after a few moments he shifts under you in attempt you get up, and you pull away with a look of question on your face.
"gonna get cleaned up," he grunts running his hands up your sides. he look beautiful like this, plaint underneath you, like he just had one of the best orgasms of his life, even if he just came in his sweats.
"i can take care of that for you," you offer him a smirk, and his head falls back against the headboard with a thump, his tongue darting out over his lips and his hands squeezing where they rest of your hips.
"you're gonna be the death of me, kid."
#wow okay#this was longer than i expected hahaba#keigo takami#hawks#bnha hawks#bnha keigo takami#keigo takami x reader#hawks x reader#ky writes#keigo takami headcanons#mha hawks#n.sfw#hope u enjoy bby!!!
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So this is how my morning is going
#petekey#fall out boy#hey quick question what the fuck#did Pete ever respond to this publicly?!??#pete wentz#wow okay#I’m#wow
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Andromeda heard the news the day after Voldemort had been killed, that Sirius had betrayed the Potter’s.
And she cried, because she thought he was different to the rest of their family, but it turns out he’s just as bad as cruel as the rest of them
#Wow okay#andromeda black#sirius black#james potter#lily evans#harry potter#marauders era#lightning era
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what the shit
GUYYSSSSSSS THANK U LOL WHAT THE FUCK
#FIVE KAY#THATS CRAZY#WOW OKAY#IM LEAVING FOR MY VACATION BUT ILL CELEBRATE WITH A FIC AS SOON AS I CAN 🥺
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I wonder how many followers I ha-
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can furina mains... can furina mains at least show us the courtesy of ASKING US WHETHER WE WANT OUR HP DRAINED IN COOP????? ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY PHYSCIALLY CAN'T HEAL US IN BIG DOMAINS??? PLEASE?????
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Which romeo and juliet character are you?
benvolio
it may be different from the others, but you were still doomed from the start. the horror of being the most reasonable one in the group is that means everyone else makes mistakes. everyone else must face the consequences. everyone else gets hurt while you stand there unharmed. no matter the warnings you give, they still are punished. you can't help someone who the universe decided must be destroyed. i admire that you still try. if only the game hadn't been rigged from the start.
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edward can bust my headboard, bite my pillows and bruise my body anyday
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kai parker killing himself was not on my s6 finale bingo card.
#wow okay#i know he comes back because i love spoiling myself but wow#tvd#dayne watches tvd#making that a tag#just in case i have more to say#also JO#guys seriously what the fuck.
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OH I SEE EVERYONE WANTS TO MAKE A MOODBOARD BUT NO ONE WANTS TO WRITE THIS FIC FOR ME OKAY HATEFUL
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