#i am thirsting

[idontgotopartiesanymore]

the first one: the smile, the pink cheeks, the swoosh of hair? 100% baby boy

one clip later: reclined head, NECK?!!!? half lidded eyes - why are you looking at me like that??? the little uneven smirk and again the NECK?!??! EXPOSED ELONGATED NECK WITH FRECKLES??! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??

(sorry i don’t know how to download or screen record a video from instagram without all the icons and shit, my abilities are limited to screenshotting and freaking out about oscar)

[whimsyvixen]

An emotionally damaged man that could crush my head into a pulp?

Instant heart eyes, baby (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

[mobius-m-mobius]

#just let my man plan a full uninterrupted date PLEASE 🥺😭

[christadeguchi]

“i’m going through something” and it’s the incredible need to impregnate a man

[lavenderovercast]

if u write keigo x reader feather teasing i’ll love u forever (yes im being horny on main)

SENSITIVE TOUCH

here you go, you filthy freak (and for the rest of you simps, too <33) summary: on an idyllic morning with keigo, you discover just how sensitive his wings are to touch. pairing: keigo takami x gender neutral!reader warnings: 18+ content, !! MINORS DNI !! tags: wing kink, (light) praise kink, sub!keigo, teasing, clothed dry-humping, light begging, fluff, gender neutral!reader, pre-established relationship, keigo being desperate. like rly desperate, damn near disgustingly desperate

It’s an accident the first time that you do it. 

You and Keigo had been seeing each other for a few months now. That meant it was only natural to get more handsy with each other as your relationship progressed, just like it was natural for you to spend nights over in his apartment when the stars would align your schedules. Keigo had always been particular and protective when it came to his feathers and wings, but he made it clear enough to you that he didn’t mind your touch. At least, when you touched the largest of the feathers at the edges of his wings, never confident enough to move your hands any further. 

On one of the lazy mornings that you were rarely allowed to indulge in, did your hands finally roam across his wings. Beside you, Keigo had an arm curled over your torso, his face buried in his pillow. From the slow rise and fall of his body, you had the feeling that he was at least half-awake, likely scrolling through his phone mindlessly with his free hand. Half awake yourself and wanting to wish your partner a good morning, your fingers roamed across his back. 

It was a good morning, one where the pair of you could soak in each other’s company and the sunlight shining through the half-open curtains of Keigo’s balcony door. You were quiet as you ran your hands across the smooth expanse of Keigo’s lower back, slowly lifting upward. Your fingers trace the outline of his spine, grazing against old scars and firm muscles that flex as Keigo carefully adjusts his grasp on you before tilting his head to nuzzle his face into the top of your head. 

His lips press against your temple, and you’re almost certain that such a loving gesture will be followed by the sweetest of good mornings. The type of greeting that comes off of his tongue in a soft rasp full of sleep that drives you insane. Maybe you’ll get lucky, and Keigo’s awake enough to add a flirty comment to the end of his sweet greeting. Instead, Keigo gives the tiniest of gasps, so tiny that you don’t catch the sound, when your fingers reach the feathers at the base of his wings. 

The feathers at the base feel small and soft, especially in comparison to the feathers of his that you have touched. Considering how they feel against your fingertips, you figure that these are his downy feathers. They’re pleasant to the touch, and encourage you to let your hands roam up his wings. You can feel the featherlight bones that connect his wings to his spine, the feathers feeling almost thin and weak before going stronger as your hands move further up his wings. 

Almost as though you were tickling him, the plumes flutter and shift underneath your touch. It makes your lips quirk up into the tiniest of smiles. You notice that the feathers grow in both size and sturdiness the further up his wings that you go, and you find yourself letting your hands roam back down to the base. Keigo melted into your touch, his body nearly slack as you stroked your fingers through his feathers like it was no big deal. 

To him, it is very much a big deal. But he doesn’t want you to stop, because he’s never felt this close to heaven before. The sensation is beyond pleasant, running little shivers and tingles across his spine and skin. His cock is beginning to throb to life, and you haven’t even touched it. The blonde’s face grows warm with a blush as he presses his face into your hair, a low, pleased groan rumbling in his chest. The sound is unexpected and sudden to you, causing you to come back to reality. 

Your hands stop immediately as you snap away from your former observations and admiration of the man. Worry gnaws its way into your gut as you tilt your head up to look at Keigo. You can feel his fingers digging into your oversized shirt, barely grazing against the sensitive flesh of your back. From this angle, Keigo almost looks frustrated, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched. 

“Kei?” You question, your voice filled with worry as you pull your hands away from the blonde. “Are you okay? I didn’t upset you, did I?” One hand slips up to cup his face and make the blonde look down at you, but his fingers slip around your wrist and hold onto you gently before you can. The action makes your breath catch in your throat, your pulse beginning to quicken. You don’t know what’s going on through his head right now. 

You hear Keigo draw in a shaky breath, and then swallow. And that’s when you realize that his breathing has grown ragged in the minute or so that passed since you began. Keigo even feels warmer, like a heater pressed against your body as his gaze flicks down to yours. His pupils are dilated, leaving a thin ring of gold encasing their edges. 

“Please don’t stop,” Keigo breathes out shakily, his voice muffled by your hair, that he still has his face pressed against. He almost seems to be breathing you in. “That… That felt good. Really good.” He continues, the confession taking you by surprise. You furrow your eyebrows together as you slowly piece together why Keigo had been so selective with who could touch his wings. Considering his reaction…

… oh. 

  … OH. 

If the groan that he had let out just moments ago hadn’t given you enough clues as to why he wanted this so badly, then the roll of his hips against your own sure did. You could feel his erection press against your thighs, your legs loosely entangled with his own. The gesture alone is enough to make your stomach do a flip, heat quickly taking the place of your previous anxiety. Swallowing thickly, you carefully slip your hand away from his grasp with a soft nod. 

“Okay, baby,” You coo affectionately. “I’ll give you what you want.” It’s only when both of your arms snake around the man again that he seems content, a breathy sigh that sounds closer to a groan leaving his mouth. Your hands take their original place against his wings, brushing against those divinely soft feathers of his at  the base of his wings. 

Cautiously, perhaps even experimentally, you navigate your hands across those feathers, watching and listening  for Keigo’s reaction. His hips jerk against yours again, a soft motion that makes you dig your teeth into your lip. His feathers flutter under your touch as your hands roam away from the base, and to the underside of his wings. 

The second that your fingers graze against the underside, Keigo knows he’s a goner. He whines and bucks his hips again, tightening his grasp on your shirt. That fire in your belly grows stronger with the action alone, so you shift your weight so you can throw a leg over his hip; semi-straddling the man. Although the pair of you were on your sides, Keigo had no complaints about the awkward positioning. 

“Ohhh…” He gasps in a way that you’ve never heard from him before. His voice has raised in pitch, sharp and whiney as his hips begin to grind against you properly. You feel his head pull away from yours so he can press his face against the pillows, if only a little, as he digs his teeth into his lip. “F—fuck, that feels so good,” 

“Does it?” You question with a playful little smile tugging your lips up. Your question is birthed from genuine curiosity, and the desperate need to satiate your lust and his. You don’t fully understand why his wings would cause this kind of reaction from him, but you do know that you love the outcome so far. “I’ve never seen you so needy before, Kei.” 

“S—Sensitive feathers,” His voice strains into a near squeak as your fingers rub against a particular spot on the underside of his wings that has his eyes rolling back. The roll of his hips against you only grows faster, more desperate. You fucking love it. “Feels like you’re… You’re touching my…” His sentence is cut off by the way he suddenly tilts his head up and groans, the sound deep in his throat. 

But you don’t mind, because you fucking love that you can work this reaction out of the number two hero, out of your partner, out of your lover. Keigo’s head dips back down, allowing you to see the way that his golden eyes are nearly swallowed whole by his pupils. Sweat adorns his brow now, his expression one of frustration, desperation, love and lust as he gazes down at you. You want to give him everything, and yet nothing at all so you can continue to draw out this perfection rolling off of him. 

Your fingers continue to brush against his feathers, idly and gentle. Even though you can see his reaction now, you can hear and feel how good you’re making him feel, you don’t know just how crazy you’re driving him. Keigo’s mind is all but blank, his face flush with both embarrassment and want. It’s scary to be vulnerable like this, and yet he trusts you. He trusts you and he loves you, and fuck, does he just want to slam you into this goddamn bed underneath him before his dick explodes in his boxers. 

And then your fingers stop, and his breath catches with a harsh whine. “Baby?” He questions, confused. “Why… Why’d ya stop?” His hips don’t stop moving against you, though. They might slow, but he can’t give up the friction that would keep him from going fucking crazy. The way that you’re smiling up at him both confuses and excites him in a way that makes his pulse rise. 

“I wanna hear you tell me…” You breathe out, tilting your head up to leave featherlight kisses across his neck and collarbone. Keigo shudders and whines at the contact. He doesn’t think that he can last much longer, not with the expression on your face, or your body against his, or how fucking fantastic he feels now. How badly he wants your fingers on his wings again. “How much you like it, baby. And I wanna hear you beg for me to keep going, if you enjoy it this much.” 

The words roll off his tongue without hesitation. He whines and presses his face back into your hair as though it’s the last time he’s ever going to see you again. “Fuck… Fuck, please, please keep touching my wings,” He gasps, his voice coming out whiney with desperation. “No one’s ever… Touched there, and it… It feels like heaven, Baby. Your fingers are… Fucking divine.” And, if you really wanted him to, he would babble about how wonderful of a Deity you would make, because your touch truly is divine. 

In his eyes, you are fucking perfection. A perfect, merciful deity that presses their fingers back into his wings again, your touch feeling calculated as your fingers massaged through the feathers with ease. Sparks ran up his spine and across his sensitive flesh, making him groan as he continued to buck his hips against you. He knows he’s close, and if he wasn’t so desperately horny right now, he would be embarrassed. But he can barely think, barely breathe right now. 

“That’s my good boy.” You praise, and that’s what tips him over the edge. Keigo gasps as his hips stutter and jerk against you, his cock twitching as he finally reaches his much needed release. He groans your name as his head tilts back again, eyes shutting tightly as thick ropes of cum coat the inside of his boxers. 

When you look up at Keigo, his face is one of sheer ecstasy. It’s an expression that you’ve never truly seen on his face before. His feathers ruffle and shudder underneath your touch as you watch the man, happy to let him buck his hips into you at a near brutal pace before they come to a stutter, and then a stop. There’s a moment of quiet between the pair of you, the room filled with the sound of Keigo panting as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Kei…? Did you just cum?” You question, nearly cringing at how suddenly and boldly the words leave you. Keigo looks embarrassed, his face now a furious shade of red that spreads to his ears as he glances away. And then he furrows his scruffy eyebrows, a shy smile tugging his lips upward. He’s trying to save face for the fact that you just made him cum without even touching his damn dick. Nevermind the mindless humping that he just did against your thighs. 

“Not my fault I’ve got the best partner in the world,” He mumbles affectionately. “Who should probably look into becoming a massage therapist, while they’re at it. Your touch is lovely.” 

You huff and shake your head at his shenanigans, a grin on your lips. “I think I’d prefer to be your massage therapist.” You tease before moving your hands to playfully push at his chest. “Go get cleaned up, Bird Boy. I’ll be here.” 

“I’m getting back at you for this.” Keigo grumbles in response, his tone playful as he nuzzles his head against your head one more time before unwinding himself from your arms. As he slinks off the bed, you watch the avian man head toward his bathroom with a shit-eating grin on your face. 

“Sure. After you clean up.” You re-emphasize, giggling when Keigo turns his head back to you to pout at you from over his shoulder. And then he’s turning on his heel, headed back for his original destination. Although this was your first encounter with the man’s wings like this, you feel very certain that it won’t be the last.

[pxuvalentinx]

timeskip kuroo, nsfw

Tetsurō Kuroo, who swears that he hears you purr his name sometimes. Like he could be talking to his friends and you'd come up behind him - “Tetsurrrrō~" or "Kurrrrroo~” and it drives him mad. He hates how much it turns him on, his dick standing up straight as soon as he hears you rolling the r in his name so smoothly. To him, you sounded like a cat trying to get his attention, and he was more than willing to give it to you.

But once you do it during sex, oh, he will show no mercy. As soon as he hears the whiney moan withdraw from your mouth, in combination with his purred name, he becomes absolutely feral. His dick will be drilling into you even further at a ruthless pace, while his grip on your hips tightens so much, that you're going to wake up to marks on them.

“Yeah kitty? Feelin’ so good it got you purrin' hm?”

 ©pxuvalentinx - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[libbyfandom]

Mizu Touch-Starved Head-canons

The way this women is probably so touch starved yet emotionally constipated. She just wants to touch you, but I think she’d rather get into another fight with an army than admit that.

You feel your braid shifting on your collarbone and you startle, your face jerking down as you instinctively take a half step back. You see familiar, slim fingers rubbing the end tail between fingers. Your eyes trail up the arm to see Mizu’s gaze on where she’s holding your hair. Blue eyes meet yours over the rim of her glasses. Her expression is unreadable, face blank. She turns and continues down the path, unaware of how your heart is beating faster at how she just… helped herself to touching you more intimately.

Mizu will grab your wrist to lead you through crowded streets filled with merchants and locals so you don’t get lost. Over time and instances her grip ends up lower and lower until she’s leading you around with your hand in hers. You ask why she doesn’t do this to Ringo, he’s the one more likely to run off. She tells you she’ll just listen for the bell, and dryly asks if you’re trying to get one too.

She walks so close her shoulder constantly brushes up against yours. You try to sidestep to widen the gap to prevent accidentally stepping on her foot. She always sways closer immediately, fast enough you start to realize it’s on purpose.

Brushing of shoulders turns into brushing of hands, and hers twitch each time like they do when they’re ready to rip her sword out and cut down her enemies. But they twitch closer to your fingers than to the sheath.

Brushing also turns into leaning. In the inns, next to the campfire, when she’s stitching herself up. Her weight leans into you and you in turn lean back to keep her upright. Her eyes flick toward you, glancing out of the corner, before going back to her needle.

When guards come through the inns looking for the onryo rumored to have swept into town, her head tilts down, using her kasa to conceal her face. She definitely did not need to also tilt it to the side to the point that you can feel her warm breath tickle your neck. Goosebumps rise on your skin, hand spasming at the sensation. Your opposite hand comes up to rub at the raised skin, and you hear a huff of amusement. Cool fingertips press against your neck, the lightest touch, before her hand is back at her side. Only Ringo catches her fist clenching, and then forcibly unclench before you can see.

[idyllcy]

God, I want Childhood Friend!Tim Drake

childhood friend!Tim whom your family trusts with your life for some twisted reason despite your protests about how he's more reckless than you

childhood friend!Tim who your friends all pester you about — well aware of the silly crush you've had on him since childhood

childhood friend!Tim who scared your family shitless when he revealed he dropped out of high school to search for his adoptive father

childhood friend!Tim who despite his status as drop out, your family still asks to have him over for dinner

childhood friend! Tim who has been at every single major event in your life whether in or out of his Robin mantle, flowers always in his arms as he greets you

childhood friend! Tim who has a file of photos of just you

childhood friend! Tim who happens to be... adding to that file at the moment

"Stop covering your face." He mumbles, fingers reaching to clasp around your wrist as you crane your neck to hide from his camera. "Please? Come on. You always look so pretty like this."

You only squirm in response.

"Come on." He whispers, pulling your wrist from your face as he's breathless from the way you look. "There you go. You're so pretty like this, birdie."

You try focusing on the way his camera clicks, but your eyes roll further back as he gives you a particularly harsh thrust — making you see stars. You trust that he wouldn't share the photos even if he was at death's door. You trust him with your life, but it doesn't mean you aren't embarrassed that he wants a photo of you like this so bad.

"Ah, Tim." You try, voice coming out in a whimper.

"Yes, birdie?"

"Close."

"That's right, birdie." A hand moves down to hold you down by the hip, speeding up. "Let me see that gorgeous look on your face when you cum."

You make him swear on his hard drive to never let the photo that he gets of you fucked out see the light of day. (not that he would've either way. only he gets to see you so vulnerable.)

[clownsuu]

Ai adventures with yours truly: day 87- still trying to find that delectable angst- instead, I got one story being Wally chilling at howdy’s place due to the rain, Howdy asking Wally if he wants anything grilled to eat, wally flirting to (a very oblivious) howdy from inside while howdy is finishing up grilling (never specified what) and brings food inside, Wally asking to be fed(???) while watching the sunset(?), they both declare they undying love for each other and proceeds to make out passionately on the fuggin couch for several hours

also oh my god these two always gets so dam emotional??? Like they either become besties or lovers and they are always E X T R E M E L Y passionate and cry in eachother’s arms- no matter if it’s normal Wally or obsessive-

[yrsonpurpose]

TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ Natural Diamonds

[thesherrinfordfacility]

im going outside to scream at the moon, does anyone want anything

[cmuso]

NICK BOSA - san francisco 49ers

[qcon-tinuum]

Don't take it so personally, Garak. It's strictly a matter of mathematics. STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE  - 6.01 A TIME TO STAND

[ash-and-starlight]

modern au and esen’s honkers are haunting the instagram feed

[smolsawyer]

Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen. They’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been searching for their entire lives. Wait for it.

[sintiva]

toji let’s his pretty bunny girl hump n’ cum all over his cock <33 let’s u bounce on it as much as you want to, til it’s frothing at the base <333 toji tugging on your lil’ bunny tail and beggin ya to slow down,

“my cock’s throbbing, baby. milked me dry—yy.”

<333 toji who can’t keep up w his bunny girls libido <333 she fucks him dumb. slots her mouth over toji’s scar and peppers the rest of his face in kisses. catches his tongue in her mouth n’ that’s when his dick gets extra hard all over again <333

bunny girl finally lifts off him n’ a pool of cum gushes out <333 soaks toji in his own mess & he loves it. you’re both nasty.

him begging us to slow down is actuallly driving me insanenenenenenenene. and on top of that he can’t keep up with her libido either :((((2(2(2(/ SEMS OMG <3

just thinking of her teasing and bombarding him with feathery kisses all over his face, and her hand wrapped around his leaky cock. she’s been pumping him through his boxers in slew of wanting to make him cum again. but at this point your infinite libido conflates toji’s extra hard, but really, really sensitive dick… and his hips, his poor hips:(

they writhe uncontrollably, and he doesn’t think it’s humanly possible for you to milk him any longer. to the point where he’s whimpering, and hissing from overstimulation. “ ‘s too much, baby. my dick-“

“jus’ a little more please, toji.” he marvels and thinks he can put his foot down and say “no”, but when you hop on his lap once more and straddle his thighs he groans in sexual frustration, and it’s clearly not the lack of, it’s the abundance of it. you straddle him and and raise to your toes. you’re ready to bounce on his dick once more, and he just gets so hard every time. he grips your hips tightly, and tugs on that eager little tail of yours; scar stretching as his mouth falls open from your teasing of his tip. toji said he was tired, but he can’t hold himself back from rutting his hips up as you bounce and hold onto your ankles. shallow fucking his tip until his cum leaks out of you and dribbles down his throbbing length. 😫

and just thinking about how much of it froths at the base, and when you’re done, he’ll be slumped on the couch. you giving him a hand, literally and jerking his cock to see how the veins in his legs swell from shooting blanks :)