#how is he so elegant

[cicidarkarts]

Showering with Ominis Gaunt

~nsfw not explicit, showering, gentle, kissing, relaxation, mostly written to admire him~

Showering with Ominis Gaunt is always a pleasurable experience. He slides off his necktie and hangs it over the towel rack so he may disrobe. Then he strips off his three-piece suit, revealing his slender, pale body. Beauty marks like the ones upon his face fleck across the rest of him, too—a few on his sides, sparse ones hiding among the blonde hair of his chest, one nestled beside his navel, and a few marks rolling up his arms, across his shoulders, and down his defined back. His back is gorgeous, with the perfect amount of muscle definition around his shoulder blades, and a cute dip in his waist.

He likes to clean his teeth before a shower, and usually does so without taking off his pants. But once his teeth are minty and fresh, the anticipation is worth it. With his pants gone, you can admire all the bits no one else can. His ass is nicely round with a subtle jiggle as he walks. His legs are defined, slim, and quite long. And, of course, he has other delicious bits just below his light happy trail and pubic hair. You're able to observe these bits from behind as he bends down to turn the shower on.

Once he steps into the shower, he holds out his hand to you, beckoning you to join him. The shower is hot and steamy. Your favorite days are hair-washing days. Ominis dips his head under the flowing water, wetting his blonde hair. Its normally refined appearance comes undone by the incalescent water, and locks of it fall across his forehead.

When he lifts his arms to rub the fragrant amber shampoo into his hair, he looks almost godlike in elegance. The gentle push and pull of his breathing, the way his muscles contract as his slender fingers work throughout his hair, his closed eyes and slightly open mouth—you could get lost in the scene. But all good things must come to an end, and he inevitably rinses the sudsy product out.

He turns a little toward the water, body stretching, skin tight along his muscles, as he washes his face with his gentle sandalwood-smelling soap. Then he lathers up a soft washcloth and runs the suds all along his body. Water-logged soap slips down his fair skin when he bends to wash his legs and run the cloth over his slender feet. Ominis leaves no crevice, no nook and cranny unclean. He gets inside of his navel and along the backs of his ears. Every now and again, he must push back his unruly hair; sometimes doing so leaves him with a most becoming smile and chuckle.

Ominis' favorite part comes up: washing you. He uses a clean rag and your favorite soap. With a refined, subdued smile in your direction—and a gorgeous glimmer in his beautiful blue eyes—he starts with you. He's gentle and tender. The soft cloth cleans your arms, including sensually along your fingers and knuckles, across your chest, down your stomach. His opposite hand leaves lingering featherlight touches upon your flesh. Extremely intuitive as he is, he knows where to spend extra tender loving care. He washes everywhere you want, anywhere you feel comfortable.

Once you're rinsed off, it's not unlike him to trail kisses along your favorite spots. He loves making you feel safe and admired. Ominis adores when you're fully relaxed, and he wants nothing more than to worship every inch of your flesh. He leaves you with plenty of soft-spoken pet names—angel, darling, my love, and any of your personal favorites. He’s happy to throw in parseltongue, if that’s what you love from him.

As his lips finish exploring you and the water loses its heat, he turns the shower off and helps you out of the tub. He takes a towel from the rack and wraps it around you before attending to himself. Watching him towel off is almost as erotic as watching him shower. The soft fabric of his towel caresses his flesh, taking moisture and droplets away with each dignified and methodical swipe. When he dries his back, he puts the towel in both hands and runs it along himself. This shakes and jiggles all the right bits for you to enjoy.

He folds the towel around his waist and dons his deodorant and masculine cologne—a mix of your favorite scents, aphrodisiacs he knows gets you going. And from the look in his eyes, it's going to be a long, sweaty, blissful night.

[mobius-m-mobius]

#there are two types of actors 😂💖

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that iron bull opens his recruitment conversation with pretending he doesn't quite remember the name of the the inquisition's ambassador. Jose-what's-her-name-again. he's just a big dumb jock no thoughts head empty mercenary who likes fighting and drinking don't worry about lil old me inquisitor! I'll hit things for you if you'd like as long as you pay me! ],) and then right after he reveals he's a spy he drops that he knows not only the name of your spymaster and how she operates but also her haircolour. (but like in a safely bro-y way tho! make that fighting and drinking and fucking! I'll be useful to you but in a real meathead non-threatening kind of way I'll be too busy bedding chantry sisters to do any real harm ],) continue to not worry about lil old me inquisitor!)

god bull you're so multidimensionally and fine-tunedly full of shit I love you so much fhdksah

[hughmanbean]

Space Lady

When Bruce gets lost in time he sees a common sight between each jump.

A woman in a dress of nebulae, stars studded around her neck, hair a soft silver.

He asks who she is, and she does nothing.

He asks who she is, and she smiles mischievously.

He asks what she's doing. "Watching" is all he gets.

He asks what the purpose of this is, and she looks at him like he's stupid.

He tries to move around, but seems to loop back around. She looks amused at his attempts.

After Vanishing Point, during his last jump, he asks her if she knew what was going to happen.

"Aren't you the world's greatest detective? I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you'll figure it out. Now off you go."

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It's been 2 years since Damian had been dropped into the family. Even after, Bruce felt like he was being watched sometimes.

He gets a visitor at the door, and standing there is the Lady.

"How have you been, Bruce? Doing well I hope. Be a dear and let me in, would you?"

[fascinationstreetmp3]

Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 1.07

[arcticclimes]

Bonus:

[igura]

wardrobe notes for my silly au; travelling king thranduil

[nandors-girlwife]

I squeaked and giggled and twirled my hair so now you will too!!! Here are some young Jeremy Brett pics that make me have feelings

Oh my god?????

[0bir]

doodled headshots of my top 4 favourite deities as xenos (and also from memory because my wifi was not working xwx""")

as much as i like venomshank i hate his event and i also hate firebrands sori xp

[mctwinkdom]

THE MULLET IS ALIIIIIIIIIVE

[dee-daa]

gehenna's uniform was definitely designed by sitri.

like that is not satan's work lol

[satsuha]

table manners (based on some tavern banters)

read right to left!

[ssaraexposs]

Will Atsushi ever learn to land properly?

[emile-tb]

self imposed déjà vu

(this is why i can’t bring my old man son anywhere. he’s rude 😔)

All comically exaggerated ofc lol

[mutodaes]

Starting the year off with Almulhara concepts

[bludhavensbirdboy]

every-time i look at armand i just think wow he’s so cat like, idk armand just moves like a cat.