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#hungry for you
euesworld · 1 year
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"I crave you with an untold hunger, with passion.. I crave to be with you, next to you, beside you, on top of you.. I have this hunger to touch your skin, to taste every inch of you. If we were alone right now my hands would wander your flesh with my lips on your neck.. if we were alone, you can only dream of the things I would do to you. In your wildest dreams you've never felt the things I could make you feel, I can make your dreams come true with every brush of my tongue.. every soft, wet kiss from my lips. I crave you, I want you, I want to devour you.."
Two people + one bed = a night to remember - eUë
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tolsiking · 23 days
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"Paint me like one of your French girls"
Paint me like one of your sluts.
With your thick ropes of cum covering my eyes, lips, chin and cheeks, and dripping down my tits to pool at my nipples. Take a picture of me covered in your release and keep it to show your friends who your little whore is when they ask about me.
Then command me to use your still hard cock to scrape your cum off my face and eat it.
You'd make a good painter, and I'd make the best painting, don't you think?
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nemisplace · 18 days
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He tried to get some work done 😈🔥 Oh well 😉💥 ps, click the link and we will show you so much more ❤️‍🔥👇🏻
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babygirllinds · 1 year
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can we pretty please see something about hungry for you?🙏🙏
i promise to post extra spicy stuff of full cups if you do🫶
thanks for requesting this one!!! 💗 It’s currently one of my fav wips and I can’t wait till I have time to finish it! And yesss! Give the people what they want (aka all the smut) 🤭
warning: smut ahead (grinding)
And really, Maverick’s ass was the culprit of it all. The way he always sported sinfully tight jeans and bent over every surface he could find. How was Slider meant to look away when it felt like Maverick was beckoning him toward him? Being alone in Maverick’s house and watching him bend over the kitchen counter while fiddling with the phone cord and ordering pizza was something so mundane, but to Slider, it was like an invitation.
As Maverick was hanging up the phone, Slider took his chance and settled right behind him. With one hand on his waist and the other landing on the countertop, he pressed his quickly hardening cock plush against Maverick’s jean-clad ass.
“Sli,” Maverick gasps in surprise. Slider just grins as Maverick presses back against him almost subconsciously. “What are you doing?”
Slider relishes the way Maverick’s ass doesn’t stop grinding back onto his cock. He’s not trying to get away or push Slider back, but instead leaning into the touch and teasing him back with the way he moves against him.
“What does it look like, short stack?” Slider grunts before leaning down to nip at Maverick’s ear. “Bending over and showing off this cute little ass, just begging me to do something,” Slider grabs his hips tightly and meets Maverick’s movements with a slow grind.
Maverick releases a small drawn-out whine while pressing his back into Slider’s chest and letting his head flop to the side so Slider has more room to work. Slider rewards him with a sloppy kiss to the straining muscle in his neck before blowing cold air onto the wet skin and causing him to shiver.
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hotromanceblog · 1 year
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lilredhaze72 · 1 year
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THE SEDUCTION OF LUV❤️
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lavenderkiwiii · 8 months
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txgirl-2 · 5 days
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wicked-qos-hotwife · 2 years
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Some topless fun by the public pool on vacation, I need some more bbc to come satisfy my body
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euesworld · 1 year
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"I want to feel your passion, your hunger, your fire as you touch me with soft hands that want to consume me.. with the eager fingers of a darling dreamer, so much hunger, intoxicated on desire and craving me. Give me your sweet passion, give me what I ache for.. what I need. Give me you.."
Come to me and then succumb to me - eUë
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tolsiking · 24 days
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I think I'm broken... I've cum so many times already but my pussy is still dripping and needy and I want to cum again and again and then again. I've already messed up the couch, the bed, the shower, and the other bed.
I've had my vibrator in my pussy while another sucks at my clit pretty much non stop all night. And though my clit feels bruised I can't stop. I want to come more. I neeeeed to cum more..
I need my daddy ❤️ but he's away on business so I'm alone and empty and I need to cum but I can't cum well without him. I can't wait for him to come back and take care of me 🤤
In the meantime, I think I'll record myself spread and wet for him
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alexissara · 9 months
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Hungry For You Endo Yasuko Stalks The Night Vol 1 and 2 - Quick Review
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A vampire named Yasuko falls for delicious human girl Shizue. This is mostly a comedy series but the jokes never really landed too well for me nor did the titillation do much for me from the light amounts of clearly intended to be horny art. I struggled to finish volume 1 of the story and thought overall it was paced really slowly.
In Volume 2 things really pick up the pace maybe too fast now but I ended up enjoying volume 2 a lot more then volume one which took me months of opening it and not vibing and putting it aside to finish I did manage to read most of volume 2 in a day.
The book spends too much time on a male cop who is a perv for no reason. It for sure is loaded with some problematic elements, done buy a bad woman but like also clearly designed to be sexy for the reader.
I think overall I feel a little disappointed by this series. I love lesbian vampire stories a lot so reading these I really really wanted to love it. Flowerchild is clearly a talented artist and there is a lot of stuff I do enjoy but it just kinda always just misses the mark for me.
Mainly I was let down that we don't get a more clear conformation of Shizue's feelings to Yasuko where we get very clearly her feelings for Shizue. The other girls in the story are all cute and fun and the main baddy Toshi is hot detached from the context.
I'd say if you want Vampire Yuri these are worth checking out, maybe you'll get something more out of it then I did but I wouldn't really recommend this as like a hunt for these manga book as opposed to a "if it falls into your lap it might be worth your time." This is a perfectly fine story and really it's biggest problem is just that I really love lesbian vampire stories so maybe my bar is a bit higher here and others won't mind dropped plot elements, rushed plot beats, lack of queer identity, etc. Overall It's average.
[If you enjoy this review consider sending me support on Patreon so I can make more gay art and read/review more gay art.]
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tariah23 · 3 months
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Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess
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nemisplace · 3 days
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❤️‍🔥💋Our adventure starts here 😉👇🏻🔗
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shesthe1fourme · 25 days
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She's the 1 four me
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inkskinned · 10 months
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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