#jason adonis

[vietsoul]

Ethan Marc & Jason Adonis Taking Flight, 2004 - Falcon, dir. Chris Steele

[bemybaebaebae]

Jason Adonis

[boysappetit]

Jason Momoa

[notprinceadonis]

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// OOC: Usando essa palhaçada como uma oportunidade pra postar um pouco das diferenças de Jason e Adonis.

Adonis sempre foi um cara sociável, festeiro, mulherengo, rato de academia e alguém que sempre falou o que vinha à mente. Tinha um jeito com as palavras, e muitas mulheres da Grécia sonhavam em um dia se casar com o príncipe. Era também um cara de muitos amigos e inimigos, mas que no fim do dia nunca se sentiu livre o suficiente pra fazer o que queria por conta da realeza da Grécia e de sua cultura de que deveria sempre mirar alto. E isso incluía sua escolha para se casar: queriam que fosse uma mulher rica ou com algum título de nobreza. Por ter uma imagem a zelar, o homem sempre teve problemas em se expressar, e por isso recorria à poesia de vez em quando, que se tornou muito popular entre seus fãs. No fim, quando se apaixonou por uma plebeia, achou que não poderia confiar nem nos próprios amigos da realeza sobre desejar uma vida simples, até porque ele já não queria ter a imagem de algo que esperavam dele. Por isso, decidiu partir e começar uma vida nova sem contar pra ninguém além de seu guarda real.

Jason, por outro lado, é um homem mais recluso. Sempre teve poucos amigos em quem confiava com sua vida, encontrando paz em dias que podia só preparar doces e confeitar bolos, além de sempre se desafiar com receitas novas. Também não teve muitos relacionamentos duradouros, mas sempre gostava de sonhar alto com os livros de romance que conseguia ler no tempo livre. Por muito tempo sonhou em ter um negócio de sucesso com a padaria da sua família, e estava indo por um bom caminho até que seu pai colocou-os numa dívida absurda. Foi compreensivo com a situação do mais velho, mas sua natureza ansiosa o fez cair de cabeça na farsa que o príncipe Adonis planejou.

Na aparência, Adonis é um homem mais forte e um pouco mais alto que Jason. A cor dos seus olhos também não são iguais; Adonis tem olhos castanhos e os de Jason são mais claros. O cabelo de Jason também é um loiro mais claro, mas não é muita gente que nota porque Adonis sempre manteve o cabelo curto. As marcas de nascença também são diferentes.

Nas imagens, usei o FC do Adonis em "Purple Hearts" como base.

Ninguém vai acreditar na pobre da garota da thread.

[kissablelips-desireslure-vol3]

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM Director: Chris Steele

Featuring: Jason Adonis Derrick Vinyard

©️ FALCON STUDIOS

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Jason Lewis

[elysianconfess]

@notprinceadonis

[englandisxmycity]

❝ i’m stuck in a DAMN snowstorm with you﹗ ❞ // @notprinceadonis

❛  ―  Oh  my  Lord.  Shut  the  fuck  up  !  ❜  o  incômodo  era  palpável  quando  reagan  perdeu  a  paciencia.  estava  sendo  obrigada  a  dividir  o  carro  com  adonis,  o  insuportável,  só  porque  tiveram  a  brilhante  decisão  de  irem  à  paris  no  mesmo  horário.  era  para  ser  uma  viagem  rápida,  mas  foram  obrigados  a  parar  o  carro  um  tempo  por  conta  da  tempestade  de  neve.  ❛  ―  Incrível  como  você  consegue  ser  mais  insuportável  que  o  normal  em  um  espaço  pequeno.  É  bom  você  ficar  quietinho  senão  vou  te  atirar  nessa  tempestade  !  ❜

[makethatelevenrings]

Day 13: Size Kink w/ Jason Todd

another night of working until 11pm, girl help they making me do work @ my job

if i said i wanted this boy carnally, in a way that was not and never will be biblical, what then

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There were a lot of upsides to Jason being massive. You never had to climb up on the counters to get things from high up anymore. He was basically a heater that kept the bed a nice, toasty warm that you loved to sink yourself into. His clothes drowned you thanks to his tall height and beefy muscle ratio.

He could also bench press you like it was nothing.

But the best part of Jason being a tank of a human being?

“Fuck,” you whimpered as his tongue lapped at your clit. You grabbed the edge of the doorframe and threw your head back as your legs began to shake. There was no need to worry about falling. Jason had your legs firmly held over his shoulders as he held you up and ate you out against the wall like it was nothing.

It had started in the kitchen like most of your Sunday mornings do. Pretty early on in your relationship, Jason had established that he wanted a time where the two of you weren’t vigilantes or baristas or anything but just the two of you. He loved making breakfast with you, the smell of coffee grounds brewing and eggs frying soaking into the fabric of your apartment. Jason savored these moments of peace and so the two of you ensured that you didn’t have anything to do before noon on Sundays.

And if that routine typically included mind blowing sex, well, tough. Take one look at the walking, talking Adonis that was Jason Todd and try to argue that you wouldn’t climb him like a tree.

“Fuck, Jase!” you whimpered as your orgasm settled and he pulled away from your cunt, his chin slick and shiny with your juices. His tongue darted out to lap up any excess from his chin and he hummed in approval.

“Your fault,” he grunted. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you bent down to grab the dish soap. Wearing no fucking panties like a little slut. You wanted this all morning, didn’t you?”

“You’re easy to convince,” you teased. He grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, his lips pressing kisses to your inner thighs, your navel, your pussy. Your fingers tightened in his hair and you held on as he stood up straight and carried you into the bedroom. Jason tossed you easily onto the bed and stripped off his shirt and pants.

He wasn’t wearing boxers. Hypocrite.

Jason kneeled on the edge of the bed and planted his hands on either side of your head. He dipped his head down to kiss you, softly and sweetly and so fucking dirty with the taste of you still on his tongue.

“Gonna fucking kill me one of these days,” he whispered against your lips. You smirked, but it fell apart into a soft sigh as he trailed kisses down your jaw, neck, and then to the tops of your breasts.

“You love me,” you huffed out. He raised his head so his chin rested on your stomach and you melted at the look in his eyes. One of your hands came up to cup his cheek and he smiled before kissing your palm.

“I do. I love you a lot, sweetheart.”

And then he enclosed your nipple between his lips and sucked. Your back arched off the bed as you grabbed the back of his head and held him against you, but you knew he could break out of your hold in seconds. He grinned against your sensitive skin and pulled away from your tits so he could move up and kiss you again.

You felt him press against you, thick and long and hard. Jason’s cock was a beauty to behold. It was also the largest dick you had ever taken.

He always worked you up to it with one, two, maybe even three orgasms before he even came close to fucking you. Sometimes you desperately whined and begged for him to just get on with it because you craved the feeling of him filling you. The stretch burned in such an addictive way that you woke up craving him in a way no dildo could satisfy.

“Please,” you whimpered into the kiss.

“Shh, baby, I gotcha. I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?” His teal eyes held your gaze as he reached down and guided the head of his cock into your waiting hole. Your lips parted in a silent gasp as he slowly rocked his hips into yours. You had taken him plenty of times, but it was still always an adjustment at first.

Once seated inside of you, Jason pulled his hand away from where you two met and rested it over your lower stomach. “God, I can feel myself.”

“Fuck, Jason, you can’t just say that and not fuck me,” you groaned.

“Sorry, baby. I don’t want to break you. You’re just so small.” He rolled his hips and you grabbed at his broad shoulders. Your nails dug into his back and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses across your collarbone.

The two of you would stay in bed until at least noon when Jason would carry you to the bathroom, draw you a bath, and you two would discuss your plans and obligations for the week. Then you would get boba, buy groceries for the week, and clean up the apartment.

All with a delicious ache between your legs.

Yeah, Sunday’s were your favorite day of the week.

[unboundprompts]

Hey! Would you do a list of names from Greek mythology? Male, female, and gender-neutral! Thanks!

Greek Mythology Character Name Ideas

-> feel free to comment suggestions, I'll do my best to add them to the list.

Male:

Damon

Hector

Jason

Zeus

Hermes

Adonis

Apollo

Argus

Linus

Helios

Mentor

Midas

Nestor

Achilles

Alexander

Eros

Hyperion

Theseus

Simon

Patroclus

Prometheus

Myles

Diomedes

Troy

Female:

Athena

Daphne

Helen

Penelope

Phoebe

Selene

Iris

Clio

Cassandra

Thalia

Gaia

Anthea

Larisa

Harmonia

Aella

Chloe

Calypso

Adrasteia

Medea

Cora

Hermione

Melia

Hera

Rhea

Acantha

Melete

Gender-Neutral:

Atlas

Paris

Ajax

Leander

Neilos

Lykos

Priam

Xanthos

Zephyr

Dione

Ione

Circe

Pallas

Themis

Anthen

Carme

Echo

Xanthe

[vietsoul]

Ethan Marc & Jason Adonis Taking Flight, 2004 - Falcon, dir. Chris Steele

[bemybaebaebae]

Jason Adonis

[boysappetit]

cake. double it and give it to the next person 🤪

[suzukiblu]

Tim’s my blorbo so I’ll always take more Tim content

Apparently Cadmus knew Experiment Thirteen was the one to invest in because Experiment Thirteen had a soulmark.

Apparently Cadmus also considered terminating Experiment Thirteen because Experiment Thirteen had a soulmark.

Tim knows this because he broke into the place and stole a copy of Superboy's file the day after they met.

He also knows what Superboy's soulmark looks like, because these absolute bastards not only took multiple pictures of it, they put those pictures in his fucking file. Not even, like, classified or tucked away behind a firewall or a password or anything. Not even in a seperate folder. Just right there in his standard file where literally any random scientist or doctor or goddamn intern could trip right over them without even meaning to.

Forget the fucking mind control; that's fucked up.

So yeah. Tim knows what Superboy's soulmark looks like. It's a stark, dark red, all sharp angles slung low in the V of his Adonis belt and cutting from one hip to the other, looking not unlike a stylized bird in flight coming at the viewer head-on. Bold. Undeniable. Very much like Superboy himself, really.

And exactly like the mark that came in on Tim when, he now knows, Superboy was first put together in a fucking petri dish. So that's . . . a whole thing, there.

Well. At least his soulmate is only literally fifteen years younger than him, not physically and mentally.

Although that doesn't really seem like a big improvement, to be honest.

Tim didn't even know he was into guys, actually? Definitely didn't know Superboy was into guys, all things considered. Like, he would not expect somebody like him to ever be subtle about who or what he was into.

Maybe they're platonics, Tim tries to tell himself. The fact that his first thought upon learning that Superboy was his soulmate was immediately questioning his own sexuality doesn't really support that theory, though.

Though it does help explain why Poison Ivy putting her hands on the guy had pissed him off so bad.

Like. It very much does.

Tim doesn't actually know what to do about this. Bruce still thinks he doesn't even have a soulmate, due to Tim previously really, really not wanting to deal with the absolute embarrassment of admitting that said soulmate was an actual fucking baby, so Tim never got the Bat-version of the soulmate talk. Bruce'd sat him down to give it to him when he'd first become Robin, but Tim hadn't had a mark then, obviously, so they'd both just assumed he didn't have to worry about it. Tim is pretty sure Bruce had been as relieved as he had to dodge that particular bullet, really. Apparently Dick had needed visual aids and hadn't understood the "gilly talk" version. And Jason had had questions.

Lots of questions.

Creative ones.

Sometimes Tim suspects Jason might've been an asshole. Like, just a little bit of one.

So no, Tim does not blame Bruce for deciding to skip that particular talk with him, especially when they'd both thought he wasn't gonna need to know any of it anyway.

So . . . yeah. He doesn't know how he's supposed to approach this situation. Obviously telling Superboy that they're soulmates would compromise Tim's secret identity and therefore Bruce's, and everybody and their damn mother knows Superboy himself doesn't even have a secret identity so it's not like Tim can figure that out and approach him that way.

On the other hand, not telling him that they're soulmates isn't a great start to being soulmates, now is it.

Crap, Tim thinks.

Then he calls Dick, because if he has to sit through the Bat-version of the soulmate talk, at least maybe Dick will be slightly less embarrassing to hear it from.

As long as there's no visual aids involved, anyway.

"Hey, Tim," Dick greets as he picks up the phone. Tim has a carefully crafted plan of attack, of course; several, in fact. He's got all sorts of subtle ways to lead the conversation without revealing anything too damning or too specific and while keeping everything in hypotheticals. Just making the whole thing either a quick thought exercise or casual curiosity from an unmarked kid who's heard one too many soulmate stories and wants to know more. So Tim's prepared. Tim's ready.

Tim panics.

"Poison Ivy kissed my soulmate and I want to burn down her entire life," he blurts.

"Uh," Dick says. "You're . . . gonna have to catch me up a little here, baby bird. For starters, I thought you didn't have a soulmate."

"I didn't," Tim says as he starts to pace back and forth across his bedroom, because he's already screwed this up so there's no point in playing coy now. "Then some dickheads in Metropolis decided to steal Superman's dead body and make a cocky asshole with douchey shades and a leather fetish out of it."

"Ohhhhh boy," Dick says. "What'd B say?"

"I found out like half an hour ago and you're the only person I've told, so nothing yet," Tim says. "What's the Bat-protocol for finding out your soulmate is somebody in the community, exactly? Specifically somebody in douchey shades?"

"Depends," Dick says. "How'd the kid react?"

". . . I don't know how to say this without sounding like a total creep, but he doesn't know," Tim admits with a wince. "I broke into Cadmus to make a copy of his file after I met him and they just . . . had his soulmark in it. Like. There wasn't even a password. It wasn't even in an isolated folder. It was just there."

"That is the most fucked up thing I've heard since the last time I had to talk to Jervis Tetch," Dick mutters in obvious disgust. "Alright, well, how are you reacting, then?"

"My soulmate is a baby," Tim grumbles disgruntledly, dropping into his desk chair. "A baby who is also a teenager."

"Tim, you're a teenager too," Dick reminds him wryly. "You are very much so a teenager too, in fact."

"Yeah, and it sucks," Tim says emphatically. "And I have, like, actual legal guardians and a home and a trust fund. Superboy just lives somewhere in Hawaii with a sleazy businessman and his kid and some random guy from Cadmus!"

"That's, uh, actually not great," Dick says, sounding a little troubled.

"You think?!" Tim demands. "He's a baby! An infant! And he lives with his frigging manager!"

"What the actual hell," Dick says.

"Just–is it ethical to kidnap your own soulmate and does that even matter if they're not legally a person and so you couldn't actually be charged for anything anyway?" Tim mutters speculatively, drumming his fingers on his desk for a moment and then booting up his computer. "I mean, B can't get mad at me for doing it if the courts can't get me for doing it, right?"

"Wait, Superboy's not legally a person?" Dick asks incredulously.

"Nope," Tim says. "Which neither Cadmus nor the sleazebag selling his likeness for a living has in any way tried to correct, for the record. Technically he's classified as intellectual property, but Cadmus forfeited legal possession when Superman turned up alive again, presumably to avoid Superman ever finding out that they'd had said legal possession, so technically if I went and kidnapped him it'd be more like . . . salvage, maybe? Like, in the eyes of the law, I mean."

"Yeah, okay, in that case kidnapping your own soulmate might be less an ethics question and more a moral obligation," Dick says.

"Good point," Tim says, frowning consideringly as he pulls up his browser. "Do you think if I just do it as Tim Drake I can avoid compromising my identity?"

"I have no idea but if I were you I'd already be booking my flight and thinking up a cheap excuse to 'accidentally' flash a teen heartthrob superhero my soulmark anyway," Dick says.

"I am already booking my flight," Tim says mid-click of said booking. "Although, uh, flashing him our particular soulmark might require, like . . . third base, and I don't even know if he likes guys. I don't even know if he knows if he likes guys, he's like five minutes out of the cloning tube and like, I'm literally fifteen and don't know if I like guys, so why the hell would he?"

"Okay, yeah, that could be an issue," Dick says. "Hm. Wardrobe malfunction? Slutty beach day? Wet T-shirt contest?"

"I'm not above any of those options at this point, frankly," Tim grumbles, even though those ideas are all very "Nightwing" and not very "Robin". Technically he shouldn't be approaching this like Robin would anyway, because god forbid Superboy recognize his methodology.

Slutty beach day might have to be a thing, Tim realizes with resigned dread. He is really not comfortable with slutty beach day being a thing.

. . . maybe if he just gets lucky, he can catch Superboy having his own slutty beach day. Not to make any assumptions, just Tim's pretty sure if either of them were ever going to be the type to wear a speedo or low-waisted swim trunks or just walk around with their soulmark out in general . . .

Which, in Superboy's defense, well–his soulmark is already on file with Cadmus, so yeah. He might not even care if other people see it or not, considering that.

Then again, if Tim knew that a bunch of random strangers who'd wanted to mind-control him had all seen and taken pictures of his soulmark, he'd never wear anything that risked exposing it again. Like. Ever.

Possibly he'd just live and die in a wetsuit. Or coveralls. Overalls. Or just–whatever. Something like that.

. . . come to think of it, Superboy's costume is all one piece, isn't it.

Cadmus is full of assholes, Tim decides as he confirms his booking, then gets up to throw together a go-bag. He has no plan whatsoever, but whatever; it's a twelve-hour flight. He's gonna have time to think something up.

One go-through with airport security and a twelve-hour flight later, Tim has not thought anything up.

Dammit.

[notprinceadonis]

* you’re a shit friend.

"Eu sou um amigo bosta só porque não me lembro quando é o aniversário da sua avó?" Jason o questionou, franzindo o cenho enquanto encarava Nicolás, se perguntando se ele estava brincando ou não. "Eu duvido que você saiba quando é o meu aniversário sem olhar no calendário." Ele arriscou, mas internamente o próprio Jason estava lutando pra relembrar qual das datas de aniversário da realeza era a de Adonis. O Rei tinha outros filhos também e Jason se perdia! "Mas tudo bem. Me diz quando é que eu mando um kit de crochê, ou algo assim pra ela."

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Toji Fushiguro

a toji drabble for the girlies

Firefighter Toji

Suguru Geto

Princess

Solo Sikoa

Solo Sikoa in Bed

Roman Reigns

Needy

After Date Night

Suit & Tie: The Series

"I want to sit on your face" ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Marking You

TALK IT OUT

TEAR IT UP

DADDY'S HANDS

GIANNA'S ROOM

CAUGHT IN 4K

WORKOUT

A REQUEST FROM: ANONYMOUS (ROMAN REIGNS)

MEET AND GREET

GOLDEN HOUR

Celos: Ámame Como Dices Que Lo Haces

ROMAN'S ROOM (a sequel to "GIANNA'S ROOM")

MAMI Y PAPI

COGNAC QUEEN

HOUSE TOUR

MAKE HIM WEAR MY CHAIN

DADDY'S ARMS (a sequel to "DADDY'S HANDS")

ADONIS & APHRODITE

UNDERCOVER FREAK

DUSK TO DAWN

PARTITION

GOOD OLE TLC (a sequel to "I want to sit on your face")

MAKE UP (a sequel to "TALK IT OUT")

Cody Rhodes

Finding out what turns each other on

Jason Momoa

Just imagine

Just imagine... Cody Rhodes

Just imagine... Roman Reigns

Just Imagine... Roman Reigns [2]

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