#but like.....CHARACTER thirst

[jesuistrestriste]

*NSFW drabble/thirst*

cw (18+): sub!art donaldson, sub!patrick zweig, gn dom!reader, dry humping (basically frottage), begging, orgasm denial/orgasm control, praise, desperation*, patrick is yearning, bossing the boys around + talking them through it <3

i can’t stop thinking about gently easing art donaldson and patrick zweig into submissive headspaces and then, as soon as they’re anticipating (needing) your touch, you tell them that the only way that they’re gonna be allowed to get relief is if they grind against each other <3

and the last thing they want to do is disappoint you, so they do it. and they love it.

art is whining and letting out pathetic moans as he bucks his hips up against patrick on top of him, wanting so desperately to get him as close as he is.

and patrick is moaning and trembling with pinched-up brows as he rocks down against art’s body and tries to chase a high that’s so close but just out of reach (the fabric of both of their boxers between them is too much to be able to feel everything properly!)

so you just look down at them and smile sweetly.

“Art, you seem like you’re closer than Patrick is.. is this true?” you whisper lowly.

“P-Probably.. oh god.. i’m so—i’m really close,” he squirms, “please, i’m so close…!”

You move your gaze to Patrick.

“you think Art is closer than you are right now?” you say to the brunette.

“yeah,” he pants, “y-yeah, he’s closer.. but i’m nearly there too.. just a little more..”

You shift your gaze back to Art’s and run a hand through his mess of blonde curls.

“Art, why don’t you go ahead and get Patrick there first, ok?” you speak firmly but gently.

“okay, i will,” he moans, “ill get him there first—“

He aggressively starts to smush his pelvis rhythmically up against patrick’s, his body writhing on the bedsheets below as he secretly begs for patrick to be ready to cum soon so he can stop feeling the hot ache that’s spreading all over..

“good boy. don’t cum until Patrick is cumming too.”

art nods.

patrick keens.

you chuckle and move to slide your hand from art’s hair to gently caress the length of patrick's back. art's back arches up from the mattress, and you shift your gaze back and forth between the two young men as patrick furiously meets art’s movements with his own.

“feel how desperate Art is to get you as close as he is? how desperate he is to finish with you?” you whisper.

patrick swallows thickly and nods, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasurable warmth of his oncoming release starts to prickle in..

“i can feel it.. god, i wanna cum so badly,” he whispers shakily.

“Are you there right now?”

patrick’s eyes open briefly so he can nod at you before they flutter shut again and his hips jolt down over art’s stuttering form.

“i’m so close.. i need more from Art..”

“tell him.”

“Push harder against me… Harder… I need more pressure… I need you more against me…” patrick babbles and breathes out desperately into the neck of his counterpart.

the obedient blonde nods frantically and instantly shifts to push even more of himself up against his best friend’s body.

“good boy for using your words, patrick.. and art, you’re doing so well too.. just a bit longer.. patrick is nearly there,” you say softly to the two in front of you

after a few short moments of this depraved, needy humping, patrick lets out a loud moan and bites down on his bottom lip.

“God, Art, please,” he whispers, so close to the edge now that he can barely keep himself held up on his forearms. his hands are absolutely shaking.

“did you hear Patrick?” you coo with a slight smirk.

art can do nothing but gasp for air as he nods for a moment or two.

“i’m pushing as hard as i can..” he gulps and whines, tears pricking at his eyes as he assumes that patrick is asking for more pressure and ferocity from him.

“i know, baby.. just ask Patrick if he’s ready to cum,” you guide him.

art murmurs out a whimpery “mhm” before he squeezes patrick’s biceps in his hands and looks up into his eyes.

“Hngh.. Are you ready to cum?” he asks quickly and eagerly, his voice tinged with lewd desperation.

“God, yes! Please! Ahh-!” patrick shouts.

the two tremble and sweat, their bare chests rubbing against one another's as they grind their bodies as hard and as fast as they possibly can. art is desperately pawing at patrick's back now, and patrick has both of his hands gripping the small of art's back as they both release a string of loud, needy moans. even though there are thin layers of fabric preventing the two men from feeling each other skin-to-skin, both of them are equally hyperaware of the sensation of their clothed erections sliding and slotting up against each other's. It's heaven. it’s better than heaven. and it's been a long time coming.

you lean back, just enough to make sure that you can get a good view, and then you give in and say the magic words that they’ve both been waiting to hear all night:

“go on, boys.. you can finish.”

art's eyes snap open, while patrick's squeeze shut, and you watch closely as art's baby blues roll all the way to the back of his head. his jaw slacks and his hips arch up and shudder harshly against his friend's.

"I'm cumm--! AH! ANGHH-!" the blonde cries out, cutting his own warning off with the sound of his pleasure as he spills a warm, heavy load into his boxer briefs, "cumming so hard--!"

patrick's abdomen involuntarily curls in over itself as he humps art's bucking body with the shaky anguish of a man in a desert who's just found his first source of water in two days. in other words, he needs this. he needs him.

"Fuck! Fu-uuck! I'm cumming -- AH-! Hah, haah--!" patrick sobs, his fingers digging into arts soft, toned flesh as the heat of his sticky release floods his boxer shorts, "Art!"

The involuntary calling-out of his best friend's name surprises not only both you and the best friend in question, but also patrick. he didn't mean to, but when he felt the warmth of art's release seep out and stick to his thighs, he couldn't hold it anymore.

you're completely entranced by the obedience and sheer obscenity of the two trembling bodies in front of you, so you're unsure if they've been cumming for two minutes or two hours, but it doesn't really matter. they're gorgeously good listeners, and even better submissives. you'd definitely play with them again, as long as they were up for it. and you knew they would be.

you watch as patrick collapses on top of art in a flushed, limp heap, holding him close as both of their bodies tremble and jerk softly every so often with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

they're both pleasantly surprised when they each feel one of your hands carding your fingers through their heads of hair. their eyes are closed, and they can hardly breathe as they pant, but they are aware of this act of kindness from you. they'll take anything you give them. both of them practically start to purr.

"Breathe, boys, breathe.." you whisper lowly, stroking a soft hand over each head of messy locks.

they do as they're told, trying their best to take deep, slow breaths in and out as the fuzziness in their brains starts to dissipate as the seconds go by.

"Felt good?"

art nods slowly but insistently, while patrick mumbles out a slurred confirmation.

"it felt amazing."

"God, it was really.. that was really good..." art sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, his arms still limply draped over patrick's shoulders.

you nod, removing your touch from them to press a kiss to the nape of patrick's neck and then a kiss to art's forehead.

"I'm gonna take care of you guys now, ok?"

they nod and grunt softly, but make no attempt to sit up or pry themselves off of each other. this was going to be a long night.

notes; heyyy hehe. just wanted to write up a quick little drabble while i'm working on the two longer fics, and i NEEDED to get sub!art + sub!patrick out of my head. they were rotting in there. ps. srry this probs isn’t my best work, i started writing it at like 4 am last night lmao.

also i love writing orgasm denial and then making the reader just be like

dividers from: @benkeibear

[thefloatingstone]

The older I get and the more terrible takes I see the more in favour I become of gatekeeping

[seeminglydark]

A little slice from before they started seeing each other. Just a cute moment about running into your crush in a dark alley <3

bonus lore: this is the first time he would have called them by their new name

Caro and John are from my comics Seemingly Dark and Mil-liminal, they were childhood sweethearts who lost touch, and 7 years later Caro, now a superstar podcaster, is back in town. John's still trying to put the pieces of his fractured memories back together, but hes starting to get the idea.

[slimybeth69]

Thirst Chapter List

Marcus Acacius x Lady Reader (no physical descriptions)

Rating: Excplicit- Smut. This is purely porn with plot. Smut every chapter (all different kinds, each chapter will have its own warning/tags).

Summary:Your freedom had a price and Marcus Acacius was willing to pay for it…

Warming Up

Stretching

Slick

Torn

Filled

Pillaged (new)

Burnt

Exposed

Devoured

Unveiled

*Edit 12/30/24 THANK YOU @mrsmando for the incredible mood board for this fic. It's more than I could have ever asked for. thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my lil black heart <3*

[fyxestroll]

False Divinity

pairing: sanguinius x reader (fem.)

warnings: non-sexual nudity

notes: possible ooc. fell face first into warhammer and getting sad about sanguinius. haven't written a story in a while so ig this is writing practice

Exhaustion had been more than evident in The Angel’s body the second you set your eyes on him. From the slight sag on his wings and the poorly wiped-off scuffs on his golden armor it had been more than obvious.

At your behest, a bath was drawn.

And that led to now, the both of you staring at each other like predator and prey, wary and waiting for the other’s actions. 

You break eye contact first, unable to take the tension.

The Angel is bare and you are not. To speak of that feels inappropriate but you don’t make a move to leave either for the same reason. So you stand there back ramrod straight and eyes cast down on the floor as you pray to your ancestors for guidance. 

You doubt they’ll answer.

You failed to perform the proper rites. They’ve abandoned you as you’ve abandoned them the moment you entered this marriage.

The only hope for salvation it seems is yourself.

“My lord…” Your voice is small but it echoes all around the chamber.

Splash! 

“Yes…?” He sounded hesitant?... No that’s not…

Oh.

 You look down at yourself and then back at The Angel. His wings were spread out and your dress—your favorite, the heirloom passed down from your mother as it was passed down from hers was soaked. 

“I…My…” You could only let out stutters in disbelief.

You’re soaked.

Your favorite dress is soaked.

before shame could settle a flurry of apologies reached your ear and you found yourself staring at The Angel wide-eyed.

His brows are creased in worry, wings quickly tucking inward in what looked like a hunch in an attempt to make himself smaller. His apologies spin-off to promises of making it up to you and of jewels and other finaries.

It takes you a second to realise.

He feels bad.

The very thought of that is laughable but here he was. The being that soared the skies of your home in shining armor of gold untouched by even a hundred volleys of your world’s most powerful artillery, the one whose voice boomed for all the capital to hear as he spoke of an Imperium beyond the stars and the one whose ivory wings had cast a shadow on you that fateful day.  

It was impossible.

Him.

The man—no, the Angel that had come from beyond the sky and turned your world upside down apologising?

Impossible.

But here he was apologising and promising like his life depended on it.

There was only one reaction that felt right at the moment.

You laugh. 

You laugh hard like a young girl with no manners, like a young girl with no worry.  

It’s the first time you’ve laughed in a long time.

The Angel looks at you thoroughly confused.

You can’t help but let out a smile at his expression. Wiping a stray tear of laughter you speak with mirth. This man, inhuman as he may seem was still human after all. 

“It…It’s alright, My Lord.”

You could not describe what you felt when he replied with a smile of his own.

notes: need warhammer moots PLEASE

[iamespecter]

HOLY SHIT I FOUND YOU!! I SAW YOUR FNAF ART LIKE A YEAR AGO ON PINTREST AND I WAS LIKE DAMN THATS PRETTY FUCKING AWSOME BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I COULDN'T FIND THE ARTIST BUT I JUST DID, ITS YOU!!

I have no idea which art of mine you found from pinterest but based on what you're implying I lowkey think it's this screenshot redraw I made for the FNAF movie lmao (which I hope I'm right)

Unfortunately you won't get much FNAF art from me nowadays anon, ever since Ruin disappointed me immensely I've just lost most of the hope I've been clinging onto for the franchise, now I'm just here... reminiscing, watching from the sidelines, and making a once-in-a-blue-moon art for it if I'm feeling extra

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

To be honest, I would let Cassandra Nova do unspeakable things to me.

[onlyzizi]

i really don’t give a fuck if men on twitter are uncomfortable that jjk is “basically women fan service” because at the very least those characters are adults.

[1ichtbringer]

it’s 2025 and people still hate mahito, a villain, for not being nice to the good guys 😐

[whimsicalish]

are there any aro and ace terrifier fans. come out of the woods guys lets hold hands and giggle over how funny art is. i dont wanna fuck him nor do i wanna kiss him i just wanna see him be all silly while also being murdery

[jdorian]

the sooner you all accept that 99% of actors are entitled nepobabies with weird beliefs and despicable friends and learn to enjoy the stories they tell anyway the sooner you'll find inner peace

[jesuistrestriste]

*NSFW*

oooh i can’t stop thinking about forcing sub!art donaldson to ride ur thigh while he just squirms and looks down at you with a pout and watery blue eyes muahahaaaa

“can i come yet?”

“did you win your match today?”

“.. no..”

“then there’s your answer. don’t stop moving those pretty hips until i say you can..”

“yes, ma’am..”

and he just hangs on to every single syllable that comes out of your mouth as he staves off his orgasm because,, he wants to be a good boy and follow orders but he’s just so desperate for your permission. he won’t let himself come until you say he can, even if he’s so fucking close. and then when you finally say the words “you can come, art”, his hips stutter over the limb that’s slotted between his legs and he’s instantly spilling into his boxers..

[kopifurann]

Hetalia X Alien Stage

Round 5

[nina-ya]

Come right on me, I mean camaraderie. Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be. Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?

[credit-song]

When Anissa showed up

[taravangians-storming-balls]

btw have we all talked about how kaladin was in the middle of having a panic attack and then adolin walks in and kaladin is immediately checking out his outfit and how nice his hair is