#hawks lemon

[mephone-3gs]

Various works of Everest art from this past month. Some may have been posted here already idk

[ericharrisballs]

i tried drawing bobby lemon but with dog features. yeah. 🙂

i love him he's so stupid.

edit: pls i just realized i forgot to put the HAIRS💜 on jersey...or what the puppet's name was. sorry!!!🙂

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

And then he meets Keigo.

Dabi x Hawks Fluff

Ok so I think a lot of people have this image of Dabi absolutely dominating the fuck out of our sweet baby Hawks. But I have this headcannon that when the two eventually get together and start getting intimate, it becomes clear that Touya has never had sex before. He's never had the luxury of a quiet moment of intimacy with a lover - he has been so hellbent on revenge across the past decade that he never opened himself up to dating or meeting someone. He knows his scars and charred skin are probably repulsive to most people so he has avoided romantic connections at all costs, disgusted with his appearence.

And then he meets Keigo.

It takes a while to let his guard down after the war - to let Keigo see all of him as he is. Touya is so goddamn surprised to learn that Keigo likes him exactly as he is - charred flesh and all.

Late at night, when their bodies are intertwined and the lights of Keigo's apartment are dimmed low, Touya will let himself be kissed and touched and loved. Keigo will skim kisses across Touya's purple and mottled jawline. If Touya seems relaxed, he'll even reach down to caress the flame villain's hard length over his boxers.

For a while, Touya is always hesitant in bed, never quite sure what to do with his body. At 28, he's never been touched or kissed or stroked. He's so touch starved that Keigo needs to constantly proceed with caution. He works overtime to make sure Touya knows he's safe and that it's alright that he's never had sex before.

Touya knows that if he was on the outside looking in, he'd assume that big bad Dabi is the one dominating the couple's bedroom. But in reality, the intimacy they share has no master or dom. There are only soft, feather light touches and reassuring whispers. Touya learns that pleasure and pain do not go hand in hand - there can be gratification without punishment. He can lose himself in the feeling of Keigo's strong body agains this own, without guilt.

Maybe someday they'll fuck. Maybe one day the bed they share will hold more than just soft caresses and kisses. But for now - what they have is more than enough.

There's absolutely no rush - the war is over, and they have all the time in the world.

[blackberreh-art]

There are many empty rooms in the HPSC building, but did Hawks remember to lock the door...? (All for One certainly doesn't care if their walked in on)

(you can view for just 2 buckaroos a month)

[macaw-squawks]

Kin moodboard with Sicklefin Lemon Sharks, Wallace’s Hawk-Eagles, and Natural History Museums!

Requested by; @nisaetus-nerd

Hope this works! This is also a perfectly timed request, since I'll hopefully be visiting London Natural History Museum soon myself!! Ofc let me know if you'd like any changes :D

[ltlemon]

ok so now plastic beach deluxe is on spotify in the us

[spicywarl0ck]

Hey ❤️

For DADWC, Hawke/Fenris, thigh kisses?

Happy Friday! Thank you for this prompt, I know it took me a while to answer, but I needed to get into the right mindset for it. @dadrunkwriting Pairing: mHawke/Fenris Rated: E Length: 1562 Hawke grunted as he got pulled over the doorstep of his own home.

The Amell Estate was quiet and dark, only the faint glowing light of leftover embers in the fires illuminating the entrance hall. But no matter their effort, he could hardly make out the shapes of the furniture.

Not that he would’ve been able to make them out anyway in his current state. 

“You know, I would appreciate it if I wouldn’t need to drag your drunk ass back home every time we hang out with Varric and Isabela.” Fenris scoffed, his arms tensing as he dragged the oaf who was his husband towards the stairs.

He was used to it now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed.

“Sorry, I guess.” Hawke harrumphed, hissing in pain when his knee scrapped against the wooden stairs. “I can walk alone,” he added, trying to free himself of Fenris’s iron grip. But the elf had none of it.

“There’s no way I will allow you to do that. The last time you did, you fell down the stairs. Face first, no less.” 

“Don’t remember that.” The mage muttered under his breath, barely concealing a faint hiccup as he fought against his restraints still.

“I do, and I won’t allow it.” Fenris answered, his brows furrowed and his muscles strained as he pulled the bigger man up the stairs as best as he could. It was challenging, especially given Hawke’s travelling arms and fingers, but he eventually managed the stupid mage up.

“Aww, I love you too.” Hawke leaned in to place a kiss on Fenris's lips, but he was a bit off with his aim and only got to brush his lips against the elf’s cheek instead. 

“You’re drunk.” Fenris chuckled just as he placed the man on the bed, not foreseeing the strength of Hawke as he pulled him down. His body crashed into the other man, his hand stretching over the muscled chest to catch himself.  Their noses were inches from touching, his breaths softly ghosting over Hawke’s face. 

“I’m not that drunk.” Hawke protested with a chuckle, his hand stretching out to brush a strand of stray hair away. “See, I can still count the dots on your forehead,” he added softly, his amber eyes so warm as they gazed at the elf, filled with love and adoration.

“How many are there?” Fenris gave in to the man’s shenanigans with a half smile, not making any effort to move.

“Three.” The mage was confident with his answer, his hand softly brushing against Fenris’s dark-skinned cheek. “And two beautiful green eyes looking at me,” he added with a cheeky grin. 

“You know from memory.” Fenris shook his head in disbelief. 

“Alright, then I should prove it to you,” Hawke grunted as his arms clutched onto the leaner frame of the other man. He turned them around, his larger body towering over the elf’s, but his love filled with nothing but love as he gazed down.

By the maker, he was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.

“I’m very capable of finding your lips,” he added just before they came crashing down, worshipping Fenris's lips as if they were the most holy thing. He relished how Fenris shifted underneath him, his hand searching to gain a hold on Hawke’s dark locks as they kissed. 

They gently stretched over his scalp, his fingers curling into the black hair as he sighed against the lips softly.

Hawke would always be the only one to witness the elf’s softer side, which filled him with more pride than anything else. He enjoyed nothing more than to kiss the man who captured his heart for such a long time.

“I love you,” he whispered against Fenris’s lips. “There is no one I could ever love more.”

“What’s holding you back then?” the elf asked as his eyes and cheeks darkened from the intimate kiss. He pulled the man down by the air, feeling pure bliss as their lips touched again.

But this time, the kiss became hungrier than before.

Hawke was devouring Fenri’s lips with greed, their bodies touching and shifting as they ached against each other. He felt the mage’s lips prod his lips to open just before he allowed it in, hungry for more.

It had been hard to trust Hawke enough so he could lose himself in the other man completely at the start, but now, he just couldn’t help but feel whole with the man who drove him crazy in the best ways.

Fenris burned for him with every fibre of his being, his arousal sparking by nothing more but a simple kiss.

A hand wandered underneath his tunic before he became aware of it, pushing the fine leather up as it explored the twitching muscles. He had to say that the hand was very soft for someone as big as Hawke was.

His fingers drew patterns across the elf’s chest as he kissed him senselessly and as Fenris's body grew hotter and hotter.

He felt his arousal growing in his pants as he arched his back, a moan lost against the lips moving against his mercilessly. But he wasn’t the only one feeling that way as Hawke’s hips rocked back against his.

Fenris’s fingers started to grasp more firmly into Hawke’s black hair, his body arching against the mages without shame.

“Fenris…” Hawke gasped against the swollen lips, unable to contain his desire as their hips met again. One of his hands grasped the bedsheets underneath them, his amber eyes as darkened as Fenris’s green ones.

“I’m yours,” Fenris whispered, only to break out into a symphony of soft moans as Hawke took his words as an invitation to kiss him everywhere.

It started with his chest once Hawke opened the tunic to access the elf’s soft skin. He felt the rough hairs of Hawke’s beard against his skin, but he welcomed the feeling since it was accompanied by the mage’s equally rough lips.

They kissed their way down his torso as his hands grasped the sheets underneath him just to be occupied.

He was convinced Hawke took his time just to provoke him and that each kiss got placed to fuel the lust within him more. It drove him nearly insane as he felt every inch of his upper body covered by Hawke’s worshipping lips. 

Only slowly did the irritating mage move towards his pants, pausing just before the hem to look at him with a smirk.

“Oooh, someone’s excited.” Hawke teased the elf after seeing the prominent bulge in Fenris’s trousers. “Want me that badly?” he added, the effect of the many ales he had at the tavern wearing off slowly.

“Fuck you.” Fenris cursed just before he took a sharp breath.

“Actually, I was intending to fuck you.” Hawke’s fingers started to unlace the trousers slowly before he tugged them down, revealing a pair of slender but toned legs. “If that’s what you want to, that is,” he added, only getting a stubborn grunt as an answer. Or at least it started as such before it shifted into a wanton groan.

Hawke’s lips started to gently trace the warm flesh of the elf’s inner thighs.

He knew that it would drive him mad, and he was close enough to feel the traitorous twitching of Fenris’s cock within his briefs. It was tempting to wrap his lips around the prominent bulge, but he didn’t stray from his set path.

Hawke sucked softly at Fenris’s left thigh, feeling how he tensed underneath him and how he fisted the sheets, unable to contain his moans.

“Just get on with it.” Fenris hissed, his legs trembling as Hawke kissed his thighs, the mere feeling of Hawke’s lips on anything else but his pulsing cock torture. He knew he played into the mage's hands with his words, but he didn’t care.

“So impatient.” Hawke tutted playfully, his amber eyes glistening mischievously as they looked at his lover, unfaced by Fenris’s growl.

“What shall I do with you?” he added to add fuel to the fire, his lips firmly sucking on Fenris’s thigh to leave a mark behind. It wouldn’t be lasting long, but he enjoyed the feeling of the elf’s tensing muscles accompanied by the loveliest gasps.

“Hawke…” Fenris groaned with gritted teeth, his eyes almost as dark as the night before they fell shut in bliss.

Hawke’s lips wrapped around Fenris’s still-clothed cock, sucking and groaning against the warm and pulsating flesh through the fabric. To give his lover pleasure was the greatest thing for him, and there was nothing he enjoyed more but the squirming of Fenris’s body.

Nor the breathy moans of his name escaping the elf’s lips.

His hands stretched to free the strained erection of his lover, his lips not hesitating to wrap around it to suck and swallow him whole. He felt Fenris buck inside of his hot mouth, both of his hands stretching to caress over the elf’s thighs and lower abdomen while he was busy giving him the utmost pleasure.

For the moment, it didn’t matter that his own cock was hard and straining in his pants while he wanted nothing more but to give his husband the needed release.

And when it finally came, after moments of ragged breaths and husky moans, it was the sweetest taste of victory lingering on his tongue. 

[marialeto]

Wednesday January 8 🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎 green tea with lemon 🍋 and honey 🍯

Mars

Brown Ray of Light

Soul Elohim

Wind Element

Solar Plexus Chakra

Number Six

Archangel Gabriel

Saint Gabriel

Ascended Masters Lucifer and Derek

North and West directions 🗺️

Waxing Gibbous Moon 69.1 in Taurus ♉️ 2

Capricorn ♑️ Sun ☀️ Winter ❄️ Season

Hawk Omen

Stars Walk #solarsystem

Hope

Fairy 🧚 Day

Feminine Masculine divinity

2 of Wands

Costa Rica 🇨🇷

Syrup

Scheduling agendas

Day 77 in the Bible

Cosmos

Green

Planets

Heat

1-8-2025

189

99

18

9 - 8 (day)

1 🎲 #datenumerology

#inspiration

Luke

Christmas

Ganesha (essential oil blend)53 - 21/3 but truly, frankincense, lemon, pennyroyal, sandalwood N5 "Abundance"

Emerald gemstone

Dancer

[acourtofquestions]

Funny that Aelin describes smelling Lemon Verbena in Wendlyn when she meets Rowan when that’s the smell he associates with her…

[crazyotakugal]

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 10/20 Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Cadash/Varric Tethras, Female Cadash & Male Hawke, Male Hawke & Varric Tethras Characters: Shae Cadash, Varric Tethras, Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Bianca Davri, Kieran (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Starts pre-canon, Outsider POV for DA2, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, slow emotional burn, Friends to Lovers, Regardless of What That Contract Said, Explicit Sexual Content, Comfort Sex, Hawke Ships It, Dubious Spycraft, Remember Kids: the Carta Is Like the Mob, Dwarf Culture & Customs, My Own Dwarf Lore [side-eyes BW], Background Relationships, Skips Through Canon, Angst and Feels, The Emotional Labor Carried By One Bottle of Whiskey, Happy Ending Summary:

A Carta spy and a jaded author meet and part. And meet and part.

And then there’s a hole in the sky.

Heroes are everywhere, but neither of them really think they fit the bill. They just want some peace and quiet. Guess they’ll have to make it themselves.

 Beta'd by Iron_Angel. NSFW will be marked **. Updates weekly.

Chapter 10 - The Promise**

Shae finished her mug and set it aside, then hoisted herself up to straddle his lap all in one motion. His hands came around her automatically, keeping her steady and in place.  She tugged on one of his earrings.  “Don’t overthink it. Just show me what you got.”

“Permission to use creative license?”  His voice was low, a little rough around the edges.  She wondered if he knew just how much she liked it.

“Granted,” she murmured back.

He kissed her then, something that started off chaste but rapidly turned heated.

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[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Hawks: You're the wind beneath my wings 😍😉

Dabi: More like the fire under your ass 🙄

Hawks: Aw, I love it when you talk about my ass 😁

[renlyslittlerose]

They met :)

[sleezycake]

[hawkeykirsah]

The house was dark when Ice pulled into the driveway. Not that he’d expected differently—Mav wouldn't be back for another three days unless they got into port early, which was highly unlikely, so he knew the place would be musty and the fridge empty. He let his gaze roam over the front of the house. Everything looked in order—the small front yard, the porch, the drawn curtains—and grabbed his bag and a few groceries he'd picked up on the way out of the trunk, mentally running a tally of things to do before Mav got in. The grass needed cutting for sure. And the gutter had to be cleaned; they hadn't gotten around to that last time.

Or, the one where Iceman comes home to a surprise.

a pleasant surprise

A spicy Icemav fanfic (established relationship, explicit sexual content, blow jobs, anal sex, banter, canon divergence)

@adiduck, this one's for you! Thank you for cheering me on!

[aces-to-apples]

"a kiss may be grand"🔒

Written for hollyand (@hollyand-writes) for Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024 (@dasmutquisition)!

When the cat's away and whatnot.

Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Relationships: Carver Hawke/Merrill (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Dragon Age II - Act 1, Developing Relationship, Miscommunication, Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiacs, Vaginal Sex Words: 4,078 Collections: Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition 2024