#musicfuled thirsts

[musicfueled]

Jiraiya is knows he's the devil when it comes to pleasure. | Jiraiya × fem!reader

Jiraiya × reader NSFW

Contents: Older guy x younger fem, female recieving oral, implied forseen actions

Thinking about Jiraiya's experience <3 knowing how to listen for every sign, knowing how to please every sensitive spot, passionately eating you out because he adores you, all this half-assed porn actions in the past making for the best full-energy lover in bed, when hes actually committed to your pleasure. He knows every trick to the female body. "Don't you love when I flick my tongue like this?" he said as he's skillfully eating you out, smirking eyes looking right into your hazed ones. His voice smooth, vibrations like a kiss to your arousal. "Oh I know, baby" Jiraiya coos as you explain that he hit your good spot. He's memorized it, going right there when he gets to finger you, and bringing it out in the middle of making sweet love to you. This wasn't a hook-up, this wasn't pure lust like the other women, quick, easy stress relievers and toys to play with. With you, though, he wasn't just getting to fuck someone. He was making art with your body, pouring his passion and love for your body and soul into action. He wanted to show you his adoration of you, prove it fully. You cum on his tongue, coming down perfectly from your high. He knew exactly how to pleasure you through it without overstimulating you. He kissed his way back up to your chest, shifting attention to your chest, knowing how good you told him it feels. You were in for a long night; he could probably make you cum 6 times without even taking his pants off.

[anniflamma]

Odysseus is "There are other way"-ing Zeus This is to everyone in that comment section!

There is a part 2 now...

[nyxvuxoa]

Spencer Charnas from Ice Nine Kills ⤷ Welcome to Horrorwood Finale / Meet in Greet Pt. 2 | MV, 2023

[ashiemochi]

how to greet your chick 🥹

[laundrybiscuits]

Eddie’s doing some dumb trick with a couple of wooden spoons, clever hands making them move through the air in improbable ways, and Steve’s about to bite his whisk in half. 

He’d thought for sure that Eddie would be going home the first week; Edward Munson, 29, bartender/musician from Brighton with mismatched tattoos and wild hair, seemed like exactly the kind of pretentious asshole who would flame out early with some ill-advised hipster experimentation. If Steve (28, social worker from Indiana, USA) had been a complete asshole, he’d have said that Eddie didn’t have the fundamentals. That he was all sizzle, no steak. 

It’s a good thing Steve’s not a complete asshole, because Eddie’s been blowing the technicals out of the water so consistently it’s actually pretty fucking embarrassing. His signatures and showstoppers are making a very respectable showing too, except for the time he tried to incorporate some fresh pandan extract and fucked up the liquid ratio, leaving him with a dripping mess that Mary’d declined to even try. 

Afterwards, Steve had seen him leaning against a tree and struggling to light a cigarette. Steve went over for no particular reason, flicking on his lighter and holding it out like a peace offering. Eddie looked at him warily, but bent over the offered flame. 

“Can’t believe I made it through this one,” Eddie said after a moment, white smoke curling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I feel like that every week.” Steve leaned against the tree next to Eddie. It was a big tree, the kind that’s probably been growing in this field since before England was even England. 

“Nah, but—c’mon, you know what I mean.”

“You had some bad luck with your showstopper. Happens to the best of us, man. Your signature hand pies looked sick as hell.” Steve’s own hand pies had turned out pretty well, so he was feeling generous. It had only been the third week; plenty of time for Steve to snag Star Baker, though even by that point, Steve had been getting the creeping feeling that he was being a little too American about the whole thing. Everyone else seemed to think competitiveness was some kind of deadly sin. It was—actually kind of nice, to get the same kind of nerves he’d always gotten before high school basketball games, but know that he wasn’t really fighting against anyone except himself in the tent.

Anyway, the very next week, Eddie had done some kind of kickass gothic castle with a shiny chocolate dragon and gotten Star Baker for the second time. Steve had clapped him on the back, appropriately manly. Eddie had pulled Steve into a real hug, arms tight around Steve’s shoulders and his whole lean body pressed up close and warm. It had only lasted a moment, and then Eddie had bounded over to Mel and Sue, both of whom he’s been thoroughly charming since the get-go. 

Steve thinks that when this season—or, uh, series—airs, no matter where Eddie places, the entire country is going to be just as charmed. Eddie’s going to get whatever kind of cookbook deal or streaming show he wants. Sponsors will take one look at that handsome face and charismatic grin, and a whole world of possibilities is going to open up for Eddie. 

Steve’s not in it for any of that, of course. He’s here kind of by accident, because Robin pushed him to apply, and it’s a goddamn miracle he’s been holding his own. Hell, it’s a miracle he’s in this country at all. When Robin had started looking at the Cambridge MPhil program in linguistics, she’d said wouldn’t it be great if and he’d snorted, yeah right, like I could ever get whatever job I’d need to move to another freaking country, but then—well. Things had happened the way they’d happened, and now Robin’s almost finished with her degree and Steve is taking time off from the London charity he works at in order to be on Bake Off. 

He’s told all this to the cameras, plus the stuff about how baking started as a way for him to connect with the kids he used to babysit in Indiana, blah blah blah. He thinks it’s probably too boring for them to air, but he gets that they have to try to get a story anyway. 

Eddie Munson, on the other hand, is probably going to be featured in all the series promos. Steve is rabidly curious about what Eddie’s story is, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to just ask. It should be the easiest thing in the world. They’ve got kind of a camaraderie going, the two of them; a bit of a bromance, as Mel’s put it more than once. 

It’s true they get along pretty well, and the cameras have been picking up on it: on the way Eddie’ll wander over to Steve’s bench like a stray cat whenever they get some downtime, how they wind up horsing around sometimes, working off leftover adrenaline from the frantic rush of caramelization or whatever. There’s the time Eddie had hopped up on a stool to deliver some kind of speech from Macbeth, of all things, and overbalanced right onto Steve, who had barely managed to keep them both from careening into a stand mixer. Sue had patted Eddie on the shoulder and said, “Well, boys, that’ll be going in the episode for sure.”

They both get along with the other contestants just fine, of course, but they’re two guys of about the same age with no wife and kids waiting at home. It’s only natural that they’re gravitating together, becoming something like friends, Steve figures. It’s pretty great that he’s getting at least one real friend out of this whole thing.

It would be even greater if Steve could stop thinking about Eddie’s hands in decidedly non-friendly ways. With all the paperwork he’s signed, he can’t even complain to Robin about how Eddie looks with his sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, kneading dough and grunting a little under his breath with effort. Steve had almost forgotten to pre-heat his oven that day. 

Two benches away, Eddie fumbles the spoons he’s been juggling with a clatter, and he bursts out laughing, glancing over at Steve like Steve’s in on the joke. Steve grins back, heart twanging painfully in his chest, and thinks: well, fuck. Guess this is happening.

[dootznbootz]

You can horny post and thirst for Circe and Calypso without making fun of Odysseus, a victim of both, btw. 👍

[thedarkestgreys]

literally the single hottest thing a man has ever done.

[stinkyfartgirl]

Beatles: Anthology

old man george with long hair was truly a blessing, thank you amen

[norwegianalien]

climb ev’ry mountain more like go climb christopher plummer you foolish girl

[uwuwha]

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? || Tell me so I say (Yaelokre - Harpy Hare)

Some scenery practice I did of Jim! I got very lazy near the end lmao. Anyways, I think its fully just incredibly wild how you can leave Jim to die. Can't wait for the next update where Jim wields the ghostwalker and tries to kill you /j

Text reads: ...someone has to help

You can see a less compressed version here :3!

[vaggieslefteye]

OUT FOR LOVE ↳ from Hazbin Hotel Season One (2024): 1x07 - "Hello Rosie!"

[bijouxcarys]

Get you a man who looks like the softest lil angel one minute…

…and like he can fuck you til you forget your name the next…

[sunnysatyr]

So I recorded some exercises I did last Friday while working out at the gym and decided to share them just because.

Probably listened to this two or three times during the whole session so... 👇🏻

[pearl-blue-musings]

College Nanami and you being rivals to lovers bc both of you tried to outdo each other in class like dorks (I say that lovingly) and get stuck at a frat party thanks to Gojo. A couple of drinks in and yall play spin the bottle like you're back in high school again. Gojo very subtly uses his cursed energy to spin the bottle just a little bit further and make sure it lands on you and Nanami. A good smooch and then after the party, you're on top of him in his dorm as he moans your name.

-🌸

Listen……

Nanami is already upset he has to be at this party, let alone in this childish game where you’re nearby. He wants to deny that he saw Gojo’s eyes shift in brightness when he spun the bottle that so happened to land on you. When you did the quick peck, you couldn’t deny the intimate and immediate chemistry, like a bolt of electricity jolted through the two of you. You felt your cheeks flare up as you sat back down, suddenly losing the ability to talk and think clearly. So you get up and excuse yourself for some air.

You’re completely unaware of the man following you as you maneuver through the backyard. The struggle to find some solace in your own space was made clear by the hand on your shoulder just as you found somewhere alone. You turn around and suddenly the world seems small and the party is no longer happening. You can’t look him in the eye, he’s your rival after all! He’s not allowed to be as sexy and strong and smart as he is, it’s making your heart hammer in your chest. You’re taken from your thoughts when Nanami’s hand cups your chin and forces you to look up at him.

His breath is warm and the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of whiskey has you licking your lips. “Why did you walk away?”

“I,” your mouth runs dry as the words your want to say are stuck in your throat. “I didn’t wanna keep playing. It’s a childish game.” You hear him humph at your excuse and he lets your chin go. He then motions to cross his arms.

With a roll of his eyes, he takes a step back to stand indignantly. “Or it’s because it’s a game you can’t win. I made you weak, and you’d rather walk away than show anyone,” his voice breathy and deep as he lowers himself closer to you, “your academic rival bested you in a simple party game.”

You pout and cross your arms, mirroring his stance. You scoff out, “that’s not true! Watch, I’ll go back in there, spin the bottle, and kiss someone way better than you kissed me!” You start to walk away but a strong arm stops you, turning you around and cornering you, your back on the fence.

“You’re not allowed to kiss anyone else.”

You roll your eyes but your heart is beating out of control. “And why not? You don’t own me, I can do whatever I want.”

You feel him move closer to your face, his sharp eyes switching between yours and your lips. You feel your eyes lidding over and your breath coming out in short pants. His lips are so close to yours, you can almost taste those lips you recently kissed. “Because,” he practically whispers, “they don’t get you like I get you.” Nanami finally closes the gap and captures your lips in a kiss that has been building up for months. You easily fall into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands fall to your waist. You both moan and groan into the sloppy kiss, your hands moving to his head and tugging at his soft blond tufts. Nanami slips a hand under your thigh, his touch possessive yet fleeting as he presses his pelvis into yours.

You break away when a soft whimper escapes your lips, the both of you breathing in each others air. Nanami is the first to break the silence with a soft kiss to your cheek. “I live five minutes from here. This party isn’t our scene anyways.” You easily nod and take his hand as he sneaks you out of the backyard to his apartment, where you two found out how much pent up frustration the two of you were hiding for each other. You didn’t quite mind riding him and having him dig his fingers into your hips as he moaned your name like a symphony.

The sun shining through the curtains gently stirs you awake the next morning. You feel the soreness in your muscles but also a comfortable warm ness as you lift your head. You’re met with soft golden honey eyes and an even softer smile of your rival, can you even call him that? His hand continues to rub on your bare hip as he leans down to kiss your lips. “Good morning, beautiful.”

You giggle and come ready with the snarkiness. “Beautiful? Are you trying to one up me after I rode you into submission?”

He gently slaps your ass causing you to yelp out. With sleep evident in his voice, he responds in kind. “Hardly, I would say it’s pretty even considering your voice is as hoarse as mine. Plus, you’re handsy when you’re close, I might need some cream for how much you scratched me up.” The two of you continue to laugh and bicker, cuddling together as if it’s one of the most normal things in the world. The two of you are shaken from the calm when Nanami’s phone rings. He picks it up and almost throws his phone. “It’s a FaceTime from Gojo, might as well pick up.”

You hum in accordance and lay your head back on his chest. You hear the chime of him answering the call and almost laugh at his frustrated expression.

“Nanami! You left the party too soon, did you finally do it?”

“That’s why you called me?” Nanami briefly looks down at you and sees that you’ve gone back to sleep. “I’ve got to go, call me when I’m more awake. I don’t want her to wake up.”

“Wait wake up who?! Don’t hang up on-!”

a whoops got carried away

[thebananaiscold]

I’m way too obsessed with Epic: The Musical. Musicals in general I love , but something about this one in particular, I love every single song in this musical. Also, Troy Doherty’s voice for Hermes? 🥵❤️😍

[izzyspussy]

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