#the things i do for thirst

[tarabyte3]

My vagina has lead me to places I wouldn't even go with a gun (watching the entire filmography of the old man I am obsessed with)

[dapper-lil-arts]

Can we talk about the kind of woman Applejack attracts.

[doctorsiren]

give this angle another tri

[watmalik]

Poolverine out of context…either they have a pain kink or they just like getting tied up…or both? Let’s do both.

[orionsangel86]

Sandman fandom is so funny to me. We are all going insane over a glimpse of collarbone and cleavage in the promo when he literally spent the entire first episode totally stark naked. Like its only thanks to a very intentionally placed hand that we didn't get full frontal nudity. That chest is nothing we havent seen before!

[jesuistrestriste]

art donaldson let me spit in ur mouth challenge

[justagirlobsessedwithwizards]

ok i just have to get this off my chest…

theodore nott would adore plus size women. he’d love everything about you. the thick thighs, the chubby tummy, the rolls, everything. his hands would constantly be all over you, in public or not. but when you’re in private. he fucking worships you. that man would be on this knees begging to eat you out, his hands squeezing your thighs. “please, love, i need to make you feel good” and he makes you feel so good. and don’t even get me started on stretch marks. they would honestly turn him on so much, just like everything else about you. in his eyes, you’re a goddess. he loves how your body moves when fucking you in missionary. just seeing your chubby thighs and stomach jiggle gets him so close to the edge. like jeez woman are you trying to kill him?? he thinks he might start hyperventilating from how perfect you are.

[chiptrillino]

Hi, hope you're well. I love you art so much!

Is that Kuruk and another spirit I see in your pfp? 👀👀

Thank you!

I am getting back to the flow of things :D

I want to point out that kuruk was a last second after thought and I have no clue how to draw this man yet. The blue spirit on the other hand is possessing my head...

[artaxlivs]

“Ok, when I say go - squeeze as hard as you can.”

Eddie was going to lose it. There was absolutely zero chance he was going to be able to sit through this display without having a display of his own. He squirmed where he was sitting in the grass, bringing his knees up in a way he hoped was real fucking casual.

“Smooth,” Robin whispered from her spot in the shade next to him. She was leaned back on her hands, giraffe legs sprawled out in front of her so she could poke Henderson with her toes. He kept swatting back at her and ignoring the fact that he was missing entirely. Too focused on the stopwatch and notebook in his hand. What a nerd.

Max got up from where she’d been sitting on the other side of Robin and joined Lucas in his patio chair. Poor Lucas looked like he was on cloud nine which must mean they were currently off on the on-again-off-again cycle of their relationship. Settling in, Max turned to grin at Eddie, sharp and evil. It was clear she’d only moved there to see how this was affecting him. She was a horrible child. His least favorite. 

Except that she wasn’t.

Sticking his tongue out at her, Eddie looked back to the scene in front of him.

The ground around them was littered with crushed fruits. Steve’s thighs were shiny with orange juice. His tiny little shorts had ridden up so high that it had passed indecent before he’d even finished with the citrus fruit. Eddie gulped as his eyes traced over the clear bulge in Steve’s little green shorts. He refused to lift his eyes to Steve’s bare chest with his smattering of moles and coarse hair.

And there was not a chance in hell that Eddie was going to make eye contact with that smirk of Steve’s. He knew what the fuck he’d started. With the kids around and everything! Granted, all Steve had done was crush an empty soda can between his thighs and then the challenge had been on. Lucas had sworn he could do it, too. And he did. But he couldn’t manage to do the lemon. Steve had though. And the orange. and whatever the fuck a papaya was. And on through all the fruit in Steve’s kitchen - did he stock up for this? Who kept that much fruit on hand?

Now, he had a whole ass melon between those thick thighs of his. And Steve had been working out all summer. Running, yes, but it was the squats that drove Eddie to madness. The sunkissed skin wrapped around thick muscles, covered in downy hair, begging, screaming for Eddie to touch them. To run his fingers up them and squeeze, to bury his face between them and finally clear his head with the musky scent of Steve Harrington.

Fuck. Eddie should have escaped into the house. He was never gonna be able to keep his cool. Steve sat back, adjusting around so everyone could see the length of his legs as he crossed his ankles, shifting the melon a little as he got into position.

Eddie whimpered.

“Oh, who cares?” Mike scoffed, “So your big dumb jock legs can make us a fruit salad. Big deal.” He elbowed Will who was staring very intently at Steve. Eddie grinned, covering his mouth and flicking his eyes at Robin who’s eyes were wide and who’s mouth was an O of shock. “We aren’t impressed. Right, Will?”

“Shhh, Mike.” Will waved a hand but didn’t shift his focus away from Steve, “Later.”

Mike sputtered, looking from Will’s intent gaze down to Steve’s thighs. Eddie saw it the moment Mike realized what was going on. He looked shocked. Then angry. Then jealous. And last, scared. There it was. Finally. Jesus.

If Eddie had to suffer through this, at least some good would come of it. Mike would finally realize that he needed to get his head out of his ass. It was about--

“Go!” Dustin yelled, clicking the tab on the top of the watch.

Steve grunted, squeezing his thighs together. His fingers flexed against the ground behind him and his ass came up off the patio a few inches as he sort of ...oh dear god...arched up into it. He clenched his thighs, his hips, his gorgeous fucking ass, Eddie held his breath, clenched his own thighs to not arch up in response, biting his lips to keep from panting and moaning and then--

CRACK! The melon split clear up the middle, splooging juice right up the seam of Steve’s clenched thighs. It dripped out under him and Eddie could taste cooper he was biting down so hard on his bottom lip.

Dustin had already released the timer, cheering with everyone. Eddie resolutely did not look up, keeping his eyes trained on the slowly growing puddle under Steve instead. It was so hot. It was fucking obscene. 

“Alright, what’s next?” Dustin said with a sunny smile, looking up from where he’d noted the time in his spiral notebook.

“Me.” Eddie heard himself say and launched himself at his boyfriend. Steve muttered something about it being about time right before Eddie smashed their mouths together.

“Um...should I...start the timer?” he heard Dustin ask. 

There were a bunch of squelching thuds as people must have thrown crushed fruit at him.

[talesfromthecrypts]

Thirst (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook

[worm-on-the-moss]

whoops sorry tamsyn muir

[hellolulu]

The fam @ dick out of work hours: bullying, ribbing, "he's just a sopping wet loser", he fumbles every charisma check because he loves his baby birds and bats so very much and they walk all over him

The fam @ dick during work hours: afraid. So afraid. Don't let him find out if you got shot because you might unleash a beast into Gotham worse than most villains. Give your reports and don't show fear. Follow instructions and don't let him down or else Disappoint Gotham's Best Man.

[antique-lamplight]

is there a name for media that does this. please i think about it so much

[blueartistic813]

Sisyphus prime… save me Sisyphus…… 🥺

I need more content of him I am HUNGRY

[euphor1a]

Kei fucking your throat

thirst drabbles (8/∞)

fandom » &team

pairing » kei x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 800

warnings » profanity, dom/sub undertones, throat fucking, kei has a fat cawk 🫣, gagging, dacryphilia, hair pulling, praising, pet names, dirty talk, size kink(?), cum swallowing, lmk if i missed anything!

“Mm–fuck, you take me so well, princess, my baby is taking my cock so well.” Kei grunts out, his hands cradling your face like you’re the most precious thing ever, while his thick shaft ruts into your mouth relentlessly. 

You moan around his length, eyes glazed with tears, pussy tingling, clit aching, body quivering — all for the man using your throat to relieve himself. He looks ethereal, even like this; teeth digging into his luscious lower lip, body tense as he thrusts into your mouth, hair all messed up and his face scrunching up from pleasure.

Sometimes you struggle to believe that you do in fact have scored a boyfriend like Kei, but at times like this, you feel an immense amount of pride to have this fine man all by yourself. You think back to how good he looked wearing a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans, and those lethal eye-glasses that made you lose every single bit of sanity – that made you drop to your knees.

“My angel, open up wider for me, yeah? I know you can fit it all inside you. Didn’t I teach you the way to do it?” He laughs breathily, one of his hands readjusting to grip on the back of your head. His other hand taps on your cheek. Even though it hurts quite a bit, you unhinge your jaw to open wider. Several tears escape your eyes from the pressure. Kei hums, easing his girth further into your throat, triggering your gag reflex. 

“Fucking hell, I didn’t even start, baby,” he hisses at the feeling of his cock getting clenched on, his fingers threading through your hair. You can only whine as he slowly starts rocking his hips back and forth, letting you get used to the feeling. But with each movement, he picks up his speed, plummeting into the depths of your gullet and making you choke around him. 

“That’s it, angel, just like that. You look so pretty, gagging and drooling over my cock, cheeks all wet with tears.” Kei groans, pulling onto your hair as if to ground himself. Your hands reach for his wrists, holding onto them for dear life as you feel your thighs shaking, ready to give up. His right hand reaches for your left one, intertwining your fingers together in a tight grip. You swallow around his cock, pussy clenching around nothing. It makes you press your thighs close, praying for some relief. 

A strangled moan escapes him, his pace getting sloppy as your throat continues to spasm around his sensitive cock. The unbuttoned shirt of his that hangs loosely from your shoulders leaves nothing to the imagination. Arousal has dripped down your thighs and made a whole mess, your breasts jiggling with each of his thrusts. Yet, all Kei can think about is how fucking gorgeous you look. A mess that can only whine and cry around his girth, his pretty mess.

“I’m so close, princess, ‘m so close. You’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it all for me, right?” Those words roll off his tongue smoothly, head tilting to the side in a cute manner. You nod and mewl in affirmation, swirling your tongue against his length as he slows down for a bit. “Fuck, your pretty little mouth is s’good to me, baby! I’m gonna come— fuck!”

Kei growls like a wounded animal, getting rougher at the end to chase his orgasm, which finally hits him after a while. He stills entirely, his whole body tense, balls resting against your chin as he unloads inside you. The warm, thick liquid sits heavy on your tongue, some of it dripping down to splatter over your chest. “You did so well for me, angel,” he mutters under his breath like a mantra, his grip on you tightening. 

After the dizzying sensations fade away a little, he gently pulls out from the comforting warmth of your mouth, even more of his release leaking out. Kei groans at the sight of the light sheen of spit and cum around his cock. “God,” he breathes out, also admiring your face covered with your tears, drool and his seed.  

He gives you the signal to swallow by tapping on your cheek, and you’re more than happy to oblige. As the thick, milky white liquid goes down your throat, he crouches down to pick up your small frame in his arms. He takes a fresh towel from the closet and places it on the bed, before gently settling you down on the soft mattress. 

“Kei~” you croon in a broken voice, reaching for him. “It hurts,” you rest your head against his toned stomach, whining. He ruffles your hair with a fond smile, gently pushing you down until you’re splayed out in front him. 

“I know, princess. I will make everything better, okay?” Kei smiles mischievously, reaches for your legs and pushes them apart, positioning himself to rest between your thighs. 

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱

thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it! to be really honest this is kinda out of my comfort zone 😳, but i still wrote this bc look aT HIM?!?! INSANITY!!! brainrot is very very brainrotting— *ahem*, anyway, apologies for any mistakes left in there!

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[moraxsthrone]

scent marking > anything else

i-

i...don't have a valid argument. you win. 🏳️

NSFW beyond this point. MDNI or zl's dick will shrivel up bc you're too young for him. possessive!zhongli. scent marking.

but being with zhongli at some type of event or party. and he's watching another dude chatting you up from across the room, but his mouth is just a little too close to your ear. so zhongli makes his way over to you and nonchalantly asks to have a word with you.

down the hall, he pulls you into a nearby storage closet and next thing you know your back is dragging up and down the wall as he fucks his fat, glowing erection into you. his mouth is right up against your ear, commanding you to tell him who you fucking belong to.

so with your ankles digging into the musculature of his flexing ass, you answer him in broken whimpers, "y-you, zhong- hhhah- zhongli! only you, baby!"

he smirks. "that's right. now to fill you up with my musk so they know that as well-" his breathy words are cut off by the choked grunt that forces its way out of his throat when his large cock starts to jerk inside you. "hnhh fuck, that's it-" he growls, "take it all."

with little regard for your own satisfaction, he buries himself to the hilt and empties the warm, creamy contents of his heavy balls inside your weeping cunt as they spasm against your taint.

minutes later, you're walking arm in arm with him as a fat glob of his thick dragon seed oozes from your still-needy hole, past your inner thigh, allllll the way down to your ankle. if another man gets close enough now he'll need only breathe and he will instantly be put off with the knowledge that you've been claimed and mated by a far more powerful male.