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mrsbsmooth · 8 months
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Potential models for Cassius
Look, the second they said there was a Greek man coming in, I was sold. But now we have the awful wait to find out if he’s actually hot.
So in the meantime, here are some disgustingly hot Greek guys he could be based on.
1. Konstantinos Argiros
Hooooo boy. A sexy Greek singer? Now I’ve dated one too many musicians IRL to ever go for one in a game (also, Ryan, ew). But I would let Konstantinos serenade me in front of the villa and be honest, so would you.
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2. George Parashos
Some random male model I found, but COME ON! This man is so delicious he should change his name to spanakopita. He’s what we all pictured when we heard “greek” and “bombshell”. Mmmmmm. (Anyone finds his Insta lmk immediately)
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3. Giannis Antetokounmpo
I mean, we could all do worse than a 6”11 NBA superstar worth USD$70million. That, he’s Greek & Nigerian, and he’s cute as hell? Gimme. (The man’s got a literal freak flag on Insta come onnnn)
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4. Panagiotis Vasilakos
He was the bachelor, what else needs to be said? The man is so striking in looks with those light eyes, and he’s a HUGE cat lover… Seb, anyone?
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But I mean feel free to add on any other potential guys you find, I'd kill for a curly-haired cutie with a beard, some chest hair, and a snail trail, maybe a little gold cross necklace bleaughfssgb someone get me some water.
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specialgrades · 7 months
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— thinking about . . .
men who swear up and down they’re not into you— or men for that matter. men who flirt with women as often as they can. men who drink a little too much during a night out and start grinding against you in the dimly lit club you’re in. men who’s legs feel like jelly and skin feels hot as you guide their hips against yours. men who turn to putty as you drag them outside. men who forget every bit of elegance when they’re pinned against the wall. men who weakly beg for you to fuck them right there in the decrepit alleyway. men who wake up the next morning barely being able to walk and can’t look you in the eye now. men who sport dark hickeys and bite marks from you as they attempt to flirt with another girl to distract from how good you made them feel the night prior.
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VINSMOKE SANJI, spirit albarn, ryusei shido, satoru gojo, michael kaiser, josuke higashikata, warren worthington iii
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yrsonpurpose · 5 months
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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ Natural Diamonds
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qcon-tinuum · 10 months
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Don't take it so personally, Garak. It's strictly a matter of mathematics. STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE  - 6.01 A TIME TO STAND
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chiptrillino · 8 months
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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
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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...
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eudaemon-m · 3 months
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agir1ukn0w · 5 months
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y'all really think we don't know coriolanus snow, son of crassus xanthos snow, is a (future) dictator and mass murderer who is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocent people, the vast majority of whom are children, including finnick odair??? y'all really think we don't know that even as a youth he's already a controlling, narcissistic, scheming, calculating, traitorous son of a bitch?
you've severely underestimated our powers of media literacy, and also of knowing the difference between reality and fucking fiction.
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apileofpans · 1 year
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I love Ben Lewis' Phantom a normal amount <3 - a gif series [4/4]
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moonflvver · 1 year
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Childe finds you to be his favorite religion...
character: Childe x reader
warnings: nsfw (cunnilingus + fingering) reader has female anatomy, 17+ only.
a/n: I was just thinking about Childe and body worship ... ugh I love him.
w/c: 284
Childe’s reverence of you is truly something to behold. And as you gaze down upon him while he sits on his knees in front of you, the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, the way that he adores you feels devout in nature. Childe worships at the altar of your body, and you let him. His gloved fingers dig into the plush fat of your thighs and with each lick that he places to the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core you feel a shock of electricity course through your spine. Your back arches as he continues his ministrations on your cunt. He’s consuming you as though you’re the ripest fruit that he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting, drinking in all that you give him. His face is a mess of his own spit and your juices but he doesn’t care. He continues on, pulling sweet moans from you as he makes you see stars. He takes one hand off of your thigh and removes his glove with his teeth, gazing up at you while he does so. And Archons does he look beautiful staring at you through his long lashes with those big blue eyes of his. His fingertips dance around your entrance, almost teasing you. But then they slide in and he's curling them enough to hit the spot that he knows makes your vision go blurry. His fingers elicit yet another moan from you and your hand makes its way into his ginger locks in a futile attempt to pull him closer, to get more. You’re greedy and desperate but it doesn’t matter, he indulges you. Because he is after all your most pious devotee.
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merakiui · 2 years
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Feral octotrio finding reader or mc stuck in a breeding bench while she's begging them to ether get her out or leave her alone~ too bad the boys are in heat ~ XD I love imaging them being territorial, fighting amongst themselves for her like she's food before compromising ~
Octavinelle after hours sure are something. :)
(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, breeding kink/pregnancy mention, aphrodisiac use, implied dub-con, restraints, mention of blackmail)
They’re terrible. <3 they find you stuck in that bench and smiles sharpen on their faces. What a blessing this is. You’re really too generous, letting them use your tight, little hole for as long as they want. You might be overwhelmed with aphrodisiacs and by the time they’ve all had a go you’re probably too fucked out to even think coherently. If you think they’re all going to be satisfied with a single round, you’re sorely mistaken. Seeing your restrained body twitching and your chest rising and falling with every panting breath really has them pushing each other out of the way to get to you again. The visual is so very pleasing; you can be certain they’ll take a few photos to commemorate the evening. It also works as good blackmail.
You’ll be so exhausted and sore by the end of it, covered and filled to the brim with cum. You might even be begging them for more despite everything, and they think that’s so cute. If only you were more pliant and cooperative like this, but that’s what aphrodisiacs are for. Floyd stuffs any cum that’s dripping from your hole back inside, laughing to himself when you instinctively grind against his fingers. He tells Jade and Azul that they ought to keep you in the VIP room as stress relief. That’s all you’re really good for anyway since you can’t use magic and it’ll be much better if they can trap you in a contract while you’re so out of it, drunk on mind-numbing pleasure. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Having 24/7 access to you whenever they please is very ideal. You might not agree with it when you’re fully aware, but they’ll get you to see the upsides to it eventually.
Azul definitely told you he wanted to marry you in the height of his climax and you had nodded dumbly, broken wails spilling from your bruised lips. Maybe he’ll have you sign a marriage contract before you pass out. It’ll come in handy once you’re pregnant. Then you really can’t leave him. Floyd probably makes the salacious pictures he took of you his background on his phone so that he can stare at you whenever he wants (he’s notorious for whipping out his phone in class just to scroll through those photos and on full brightness, too). You can bet he’s hunting you down as soon as class ends to drag you off into an empty classroom so that you can take care of his hard-on. Jade probably enjoyed the fact that you were stuck in that bench way more than Azul and Floyd did. He’ll tease you about it whenever the chance arises. When you try to get out of working overtime at the lounge, he’ll pout and say something like: “I was under the impression you enjoyed our company. Perhaps we should consult someone a little more agreeable.” And he’ll play the video he took of you (at full volume with no shame) and you’re so cock-drunk that everything you say sounds like it’s come straight from one of Idia’s hentai doujins.
Speaking of Idia, you are never letting him persuade you into getting into that bench ever again. He quite literally fed you to the fish. </3 at least the photos make for good pose references. He’ll have to pay up if he wants to get a look at them. After all, pictures of Azul’s angelfish aren’t cheap. But since it’s Idia, there’s really nothing to fear. He’ll either use them for references or he’ll use them as visual aids when he masturbates. He’s really just as pathetic as Azul. orz
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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months
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Binders and Bonding
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Negan x Non Gender Specific!Reader
Summary: Negan finds you trying on a binder. Very soft stuff.
Requests are: OPEN
Since the beginning of the apocalypse, you have had one binder. A ratty old thing you'd had from before The Fall.
And when that binder had fallen apart and was no longer useable? Well, it's safe to say that you had a considerable cry. Binders were not necessarily something easy to come by when the world was still running, never-mind when it had all but ceased to function.
So when you had found a binder in your size down in the market at the Sanctuary, you had snatched that up without a second of hesitation. You'd kept it hidden for another day or two while you waited for Negan to go out. On a run, to a meeting- to anything really.
You'd never told him about that part of yourself. Never felt comfortable enough to try to. Sure, you were relatively masculine in the way you presented yourself- in the way you spoke and moved and thought, but it was just... part of you. Not something you really thought about needing to tell people unless something was really bothering you.
And Negan didn't bother you.
So when Negan had a meeting he was moaning about having to attend for 'the whole Goddamn day, doll. Just kill me now-' you knew this was your chance.
It had been so long since you'd put a binder on, anyway- what if you didn't like it anymore? What if it hurt? What if it didn't feel like you anymore and you'd just wasted a whole bunch of credits on something you couldn't even wear?
Thumbing the fabric, you bit your lip nervously. You were standing by the window, watching all the people way down below. You were lucky not to have to be one of the workers. Lucky enough to be one of Negan's partners but also one of his advisors. A unique position created just for you.
But it just... wasn't quite you. Not yet.
Deciding to just bite the bullet and pull the binder on, you felt immediate comfort at the tight stretch of the fabric across your body.
How you could have ever thought this wasn't you anymore was a fucking mystery. You hadn't even adjusted yet for the right fit and waves of comfort and relief were pouring over you. Quickly and quietly, heart pounding out of your chest- you adjusted yourself to get the best (and safest) results.
You threw on one of Negan's tee's over the top, relishing in the flatness of your chest. Oh, this? Negan's smell and cologne wrapped around you, and the relief of seeing yourself in the mirror and feeling so genuinely you? It was... perfect.
You eyed yourself in the mirror as you pulled the collar of your shirt up to wipe away a tear that had escaped.
"Well, would you look at that-" you hear a low voice from behind you. "You know I do love to see you in my clothes."
From behind you in the mirror you could see Negan hadn't noticed yet. He was too busy looking up your legs and at the peek of ass cheek below the hem of the tee.
"Negan-" you said, hastily wiping the residue of the tear away. "I thought you had a meeting?"
"Emergency on the East Side," he replied. "Thought I'd send Simon to deal with it and come back to bed. It's good being the big bad wolf."
You chuckled and turned to face him. It took all of about two seconds for Negan to notice something was significantly different. He didn't say anything at first, just taking in what he was seeing.
You briefly wondered if he even knew what a binder was.
"I... I can explain," you said after a couple tense seconds, wringing your hands together anxiously. Negan stepped forward and pressed his finger to your lips, effectively shushing you.
"So this explains the size of your humongous balls then, huh," he chuckled. "Not lady-nuts after all. Just a pair of manly big dick-swinging balls."
You blushed at the crudeness. One of the things you liked most about him. He grinned at you, gaze flitting between your eyes and your lips.
"Suppose this might be the right time to tell you..." he leans in close, whispering into your ear with a voice deep as gravel. "I swing both ways."
He pulls away to run his hand down your side.
"And you? You are hot as fuck," he trails open-mouthed kisses across your throat. "Never thought there'd be another man here to rival me, but here- we- are."
You bit your lip, so taken aback by his support and care for you. He hadn't asked you a single question about any of this yet. But it was a breath of fresh air to have someone just understand.
"Doesn't matter why you didn't tell me, darling," he says as if he can read your thoughts. "I get it. But we are definitely gonna need to find you some more of these."
You laughed, practically tackling him for a kiss. He grabbed at your hair and pressed himself up against you, savouring the taste of you- savouring the feel of you. And if the hard tent in his pants was anything to go by, he was definitely enjoying himself.
When he pulls away, he has a soft look that you've not seen very often from him. A loving look.
"You do look very handsome," he says, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Guess I've finally got myself a husband."
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papaue00 · 4 months
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Handsome cowboah
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bluegiragi · 1 year
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i have been so curious to know...what made you want to draw ghost so beefy? No complaints, just wanted to know how his thicc design came to be. :)
I won't lie, I genuinely went around for ages thinking it was his canon physique. It's why I was so surprised when people started losing my mind over his size and then i went back to the reference material and realised ah. he's not actually built like a truck, i just watched edits that looked at him with certain angles.
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lilacthebooklover · 28 days
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For the ask thing
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Oh! Yours came in right after I finished answering another request for 9 heheh, looks like I'll just have to find another piece..
9) With characters I love
Travelling within the void is an odd experience, Eternal Sugar must admit. There’s a sense of weightlessness; she’s walking on air, more drifting than anything else. She shifts within the darkness, makes to move a certain way and finds herself floating in that direction. It’s helpful, not having to deal with inconveniences such as gravity when she’s already exhausted. “Shadow Milk Cookie!” She calls out, voice soft and breathy as another yawn escapes her. She blinks bleary eyes, trying again. “Shadow Milk!” She does hope he isn’t on the Dark Side of the Moon, still pining after his Hero. It would be awfully inconvenient to have to wait for him to return after all of this effort. Eternal Sugar, like the rest of the Beasts, could probably access it herself if she tried hard enough. Only Dark Magic was capable of catalysing the chaos they had created upon falling, so she’s well-acquainted with it by now. Still, she’s always been far more finely attuned to Dessert Magic, and the Dark Side of the Moon is hardly her field of expertise. Shadow Milk is the one who’s studied it, who knows its intricacies, who succumbed to its overwhelming hold first. He hadn’t taken well to discovering the truth about their kind. Eternal Sugar reminds herself to refrain from mentioning the witches once she finds him. Shadow Milk has gone on and on about his continuous deception of Pure Vanilla Cookie within that space-like abyss. Eternal Sugar wonders how devastated the Hero had been upon finding out he’d been susceptible to such tricks. In a way, she pities him. Like them, he had not chosen to hold such excessive power; it had been bestowed upon him in a glorious halo of saccharine falsities, any aspect of its past omitted from his knowledge as he was told to protect Earthbread. In another way, she resents him. It is not his power, not really, and once they are free he will still view them as nothing more than Beasts, despite their oh so very similar origins. He has yet to fall into the tempting grasp of indulgence. From all that she’s heard, he cares little for his own wellbeing, far too sacrificial for his own good– or that of his kingdom. Shadow Milk will try to take him down with them, Eternal Sugar knows. She’s still not entirely certain how he feels about his successor. Some days, he rants and raves about the injustice and misuse of his stolen power. Others, he mutters under his breath about how the cookie makes no sense, a hint of insanity tinging his words as he puzzles obsessively over how Pure Vanilla Cookie has managed to remain such an unfaltering symbol of good even after everything he’s seen and done.  But what intrigues Eternal Sugar the most is Shadow Milk’s sharp smiles, the amusement that glints in his eyes whenever he mentions the Hero. Shadow Milk values entertainment as much as he does control, and it appears that Pure Vanilla provides quite an intriguing source of it. Shadow Milk has taken the time to observe him to the highest degree, unpicking everything that makes his other half tick.
Eternal Sugar my beloved.. Pure Vanilla my beloved... Shadow Milk my beloved.... They're my scrunklies <3
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See what you're missing?
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kalikoris · 1 year
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