#thanks for this! 💕

[saltuary]

Body, kink, positions, sensation, size, stimulation, turn on ( very important things to know I think 😌 )

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

He is most fond of his hands for their size and skill, for what they have learned to hold, to wield, to soothe. On a partner, his gaze typically lingers on the eyes, the throat, the shoulders, the forearms, the fingers. He notices the stories written into skin – scars, creases, calluses, freckles, birthmarks – and delights in giving attention to the soft, secret places of the body. Namely the inner wrists, the neck, the flanks, the hips, the backs of the thighs, the tender spots behind the knees. His own erogenous zones lie mostly hidden – behind his ears, his scalp, across his lower abdomen, along his ribs and back, in that elusive place between shoulder and throat.

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

Faramir’s kinks are rooted in trust and are designed to heighten, not frighten. He is intrigued by power exchanges, but avoids degradation and anything that feels dehumanising. A non-comprehensive list: body worship, breeding, cockwarming, collaring, edging, face fucking, face sitting, facials, fingers in mouth, frottage, gentle sex, intercrural sex, kneeling, light bondage, lingerie, mirror sex, oral sex, rimming, sleepy sex.

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

He favours positions that allow closeness – eyes meeting, mouths brushing, the glow of shared breath and the slow synchrony of movement. Spooning, cradling, sitting upright, anything where the heartbeat of another can echo against his skin. He is open to variety, but generally avoids what feels impersonal or disconnected.

sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?

He is drawn to warmth that soothes, such as the touch of sunlight, the weight of blankets, heated bath water, etc. Textures like brushed velvet, silk, calloused palms, soft skin, furs or linen awaken him more than ice or wax or tickling ever could.

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

Faramir is the larger side of average for a man of his size. He is uncut, a hair shy of 8 inches when erect, and respectably girthy – around 6 inches in circumference. In terms of body, his form is lean, strong from riding, climbing and archery.

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

He prefers slow, thorough touch. Kisses that linger, fingers tracing the spine, a mouth on his throat. Handjobs please him, but it is oral that stirs something deeper. Not only the physical sensation, but the intimacy, the trust it requires. It moves him in ways that have little to do with the body alone. Even so, he is more inclined to give than to receive. Faramir often tends to take the lead, though he is not opposed to surrendering it. Bottoming is rare for him, not out of reluctance, but because it demands a profound level of trust. Yes to fingering, but only when it is unhurried, bracketed with kisses, grounded in tenderness and reassurance. Even then, he can be entirely fulfilled without it. He loves to be kissed on his neck, his inner thighs, his chest and his stomach. He melts beneath a patient mouth, under a loving touch, especially when it builds slowly, leading him gently toward more intimate pleasures, whether by hand or by tongue. More than all this, he responds to intention: to being desired, not just touched.

turn on — what turns them on?

The sight of someone at ease in their own body moves him deeply. A slow stretch, the idle grace of fingers resting at the collarbone, a knowing glance across a crowded room. He treasures those private languages shared in public – the slight tilt of a head, a fingertip traced along the rim of a glass, the way they say my lord with just enough breath to actually mean come find me later. He longs for intimacy, yes, but also for the liminal spaces around it. The moment just before lips meet, when breath stalls and the world narrows to a point. When tension hums beneath conversation, when a look can carry promise and silence becomes its own form of touch. Unrelated to this, but lace is also a huge turn on for a Faramir. Regardless of the sex or gender identity of his partner, he loves to see a body dressed in delicate, gossamer fabrics.

[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

my head is completely empty thinking of jayce pumping you full of his seed.

gripping you by the hips, bending you over his workbench in a position so lewd sky would probably resign should she have the misfortunate of witnessing you both. thrusts sloppy and shuddering because there is one goal in his mind and that is giving you the family you want.

you want a baby? he’s on it. you want your pussy stuffed with his cock? well, consider it done.

this is a man who is willing to go to any lengths for you.

this is a man who is drunk in the grace of your sprawled out form on his desk, which is currently taking priority over any hextech invention that is due in the presence of the council in hours to come. each shuddering breath and lift of your hips to meet his girthy cock halfway.

and he will never let you doubt that.

[fallisl1fe]

Sketches of our bois ✨

Here are some extra doodles! I did another sideswipe sketch cuz I dont draw him as often as the other two :3

[prince-raisins-art]

been thinkin about those endearingly tacky 90s picture frames lately

[greedykrab]

The Sheep Under the Snow

[karta-ri]

watch closely everyone, i’m going to show you how to kill a god

[presidentalpaca]

[herewegobebe]

'•.¸♡ JONGHYUN♡¸.•' ✩ ♬ ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Always Love You ♡

[saltuary]

⪼ @ghostscribes // cont.

The river sang a lullaby for the bone-weary – a low and mournful litany, washed over age-old stones. Faramir stood heron-still on the embankment, with Ithilien sleeping restlessly behind him. Wind tugged at the green folds of his cloak, bringing him the scent of damp earth and bruised grass.

Then came the sound. A muffled thud, flesh to sodden ground.

He moved with the soundless instinct of a hunted creature, his hand to hilt, his mind alight, but what he found was no threat – nor man, nor beast. A figure collapsed beneath a willow’s weeping boughs, slick with the same river-mud that stained the banks of Osgiliath and the fields of Pelennor. Hair like a shadow loosed from the stars tangled against cheek and brow. Blood, rich as autumn wine, soaked his flank. Faramir could smell it, staining the air with copper and salt.

The wounded Elf was beautiful even in his suffering, his pain sculpted by inherent grace. Ageless, though weary beyond measure, laid low as a mortal man might be. He spoke, though barely, his words not a plea, nor a cry, but an invitation to end it.

I have known the desire for oblivion, Faramir thought sorrowfully. I have stood upon battlements and all but envied the dead.

He knelt in the muck and silt.

“Then you are more fortunate than you know, for I am no executioner,” Faramir said, his voice low, shaped in the cadences of Gondor’s high tongue, though tempered with gentleness. His hand found the stranger’s shoulder, the warmth there waning, the breath shallow. “I will tend to you, if you will suffer it.”

[pervincart]

the Torchbearer’s journal 🌼

[eggcromancer]

Extra super duper late happy birthday to @crabsnpersimmons! Thank you for always being an inspiration! I think about your aus a lot!

Also, take this rejected birthday idea (It was too silly, too indulgent)

Let's go be regulars at Shooting Star Salon! 💇

[asknillamilkfam]

Hello! Just saw this adorable post, and wanted to say you officially have a new follower! Yay!

Anyway, I had a question about the adorable little ones. What are their pronouns? I'd hate to be one of those people that says "what a cute little boy you have!" when they're actually a girl.

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[blasphemyandbackshots]

hii can i have aizawa + 2 🩷 also i adore your writing!

ღ “That’s it. face down, ass up, drooling all over the sheets. Just how I like you.”

You weren’t expecting a late night visit. Still in your hero suit you were brushing your hair out in the mirror when your apartment door clicked open. No knock, no warning. Just a heavy inevitable presence—Aizawa.

He stepped inside like he owned the place, scarf still wrapped around his shoulders, hair messy from patrol. His dark knowing eyes locked on yours in the mirror.

“Thought you’d be out longer tonight,” you teased lightly, trying to hide the nervousness.

He didn’t answer. He kicked the door shut behind him and crossed the room in slow, deliberate steps until he was behind you. Close enough for his breath to ghost along your neck.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice like gravel dragged across silk.

You obeyed without question, already hot under your suit. Because you knew what kind of night it was. The kind where he wasn’t going to be gentle. The kind where you weren’t a rising star or a powerful hero. You were just his toy.

“On the bed,” he muttered, pulling at the zipper on your suit, exposing skin inch by inch. “Face down.”

Your knees hit the mattress. You bent for him, shaking, arching instinctively when you felt him behind you. Rough hands tugging your suit down to your thighs, leaving your ass exposed and trembling. Aizawa ran his hand over it once. Then slapped it hard. You moaned.

“That’s it,” he growled, gripping your hips tight, dragging you back against his clothed bulge. “Face down, ass up, drooling all over the sheets. Just how I like you.”

You whimpered, cheek pressed to the mattress as your body throbbed with need. You didn’t even care about dignity anymore. You lived for the way he used you. His cock was out in seconds, heavy and hot against your cunt. He didn’t tease. He shoved in deep, bottoming out on the first thrust with a guttural curse.

“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing your hair to pull your head up so he could hear every ragged moan you made. “So tight. Always so fucking tight for me.”

Each thrust drove you forward on the bed, sheets damp with your spit, your juices, your sweat. He was fucking you brutally, like he had something to forget, something to prove.

“You’re lucky,” he grunted, fucking deeper, harder. “Lucky I like the way you scream. Lucky you look so goddamn pretty like this.”

Your arms gave out as your legs shook. You were gone, only a moaning, drooling, desperate mess beneath him. And Aizawa loved it.

“You wanna be a real hero?” he panted, dragging you up by your waist, pinning you in place for one final thrust that made your vision white out. “Then learn to take cock like one.”

[gnabnahc]

spot the difference:

[fantasy-girl974]

NaruMitsu LEAN ON ME : Pages 05-06-07 [◁ Previous page] // [Start] // [Next page ▷]

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Reblogs are very appreciated ✨

Surpriiiise : I'll post 3 pages from now on each week *wink wink* 👀

Edgeworth uses 'Piercing stare'. It's very effective ! (¬‿¬)

New fun fact : those first 7 pages were done after I've done the whole doujin. After re-reading it a lot, I thought "Wait, it's too sudden the way it starts HMMM". So yeah, it was supposed to be 34 pages 🫣 (but no regrets I added new pages !)

[sennenrings]

@toorumlk ‘s insta DTIYS that’ll go up on my instagram tomorrow! I had a lot of fun drawing them :D