#very thirsty

[mercurygray]

'Hush' or 'plead' for Dick and Joan in an au of your choice, lovely Merc! Juno xx

No AU - just filth for this one. The group chat knows what it did.

NSFW below the cut.

They were both - not to put too fine a point on it - filthy with rain.

The heavens had opened up just as the evening's night problem had been turning for home, and the whole battalion had come back looking (for better or worse) like drowned rats. Everyone had been too concerned for his or her own warmth and wellbeing to notice Joan's quiet inquiry about the use of Dick's private bathroom, or their sudden disappearance together.

He was glad the laundry schedule had left him with a spare towel this week. There was no sense in keeping his own wet clothes on, and it wasn't as if it was anything she hadn't seen. He'd been self-concious, once, about a woman seeing him naked, but he wasn't any more, especially if the woman in question was Joan.

The rain hadn't quite soaked through everything - his boxers, for instance, seemed to have escaped the damp, so he left them on and went to see about a new shirt when something caught his eye.

Joan, too, had stripped down, but she wasn't quite naked yet. A bare wisp of a peach colored silk step-in clung to her curves, breathtakingly beautiful after emerging from her regulation olive-drab.

It was hard for Dick not to stare. "Have you really been wearing that all day?" The places they'd been, the problems to be solved, and she'd done it all in high street lingerie - almost a taunt, one more nod to hidden and unseen depths.

"It was drier than my other things this afternoon - and more comfortable, too." Joan considered his expression and a curious smile appeared. "Is this to be considered contraband, Major Winters?" she asked, kittenish and quiet. "Will you need to remove it?"

"I might," Dick said, his throat dry, feeling the first flush of desire. "You might even be subject to disciplinary measures."

"Oh, is it that serious?" Joan's hair was limp but her smile was dangerous.

"You're in violation of the uniform code, Lieutenant. At the very least it's going to need to come off."

She was beautiful and obscene, standing there in the single, weak light from his desk lamp, faintly glistening with rain. "I'm afraid you'll have to make me, Major."

"I'll add insubordination to the charge sheet," Dick said, without missing a beat, stepping closer to her so he could trace the straps on her shoulders. They were both still dirty from the field exercise, but he didn't care - there'd be time for a bath later after they'd both gotten filthier.

"What's the punishment for that?" Joan asked, biting her lip for a moment as she backed, carefully, into the wall beside the bathroom door.

"Being very slowly and deliberately fucked," Dick murmured, moving one strap off her shoulder so he could kiss her there, moving his left hand to palm her breast. It wasn't his first choice of words, fucked, but he liked the sound of it now, and he used it intentionally. His thumb circled her nipple through the silk, smoothing it around and around as the skin stiffened and stood. "Since this is clearly meant to provoke me it's only fair I answer in kind."

"Does the Major have the patience for that?" Joan asked, one finger lightly tracing the small of his back, just above his waistband.

"He's damn well going to try," he replied. (It was a fair question, and his shorts weren't hiding it.) "And since you were so quiet about it all day," he added, kneeling down to lift one of her legs over his shoulder, and getting a better look at the buttons of the closure, "you shouldn't have any problem being quiet about it now."

The little resigned sigh she gave was more precious to him than gold, and the tender way her hand combed into his hair tested his resolve. You're mine tonight, Joanie Warren, mine and no one else's, and I'll let you know it until you plead.

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #fun with dick and joan #joan warren #thirsty thursday #VERY thirsty #self-labeled

[madmanwonder]

Ask

How badly does Tron have it for Mega Man?

How oblivious is Mega Man when it comes to Tron's crush on him?

#megaman series #mega man #rock volnutt #tron bonne #very dense #very thirsty #anon ask #rock x tron

[taurusungf]

#very thirsty

[abd-illustrates]

☔ Lixin ☔

More art from this week's video! In which I made a more Genshin Impact OC’s! Second to last – (but certainly not least) – is this sword-wielding meteorologist from Liyue with an electro vision and a 100% chance of running into thunderstorms! ☔

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS]   ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

#artists on tumblr #abd illustrates #genshin impact #fanart #character design #original character #all the comments about him so far have been so hilarious y'all thank u for your very thirsty feedback god bless 🙏

[st-hedge]

Repost of the totk ganon art I made ft. Some blonde dude idk

#totk spoilers #legend of zelda #botw #ganondorf #link #ganlink #I’m very very aware that #he’s all I’ve been posting #and all that I’m willing to post #but let me smother y’all with my excitement #I #nbnnngghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #not even ina thirsty way #too tired for that #but nhgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #I can’t wait to fill an entire sd card with screenshots of this man

[gallusrostromegalus]

Drawing some AEIWAM Zanpaktou Spirits for funsies, here's Grandpa Tree (Senbonzakura) with a Byakuya for scale.

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach Fanfic #byakuya kuchiki #senbonzakura #I don't CARE what the Zanpaktou arc Says #that sword is a Bigass Ancient and Very Very VERY thirsty tree

[softiedingo]

Javier's arms make me feel so feral, I mean, they look strong enough to break me in half 🥺🔥

#jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal #pedropascal #ppascaledit #pedropascaledit #pedro pascal characters #javier peña #javier pena #javier peña narcos #javier narcos #aaaaa yes #arms arms arms #i dream with those arms #they could break me in half #and ill be like #oh yes #thank u very much sir #i never in my life #thought i would be so thirsty for someone's arms #like geez #what am i doing with my life #softiedingo

[bluberryfields]

"I want a proper apology."

The dramatic “apology dance”

In the entirety of Season 2, I think the “apology dance” scene is pretty close to my favorite.

The way Crowley walks in like he’s entering a stage in a packed theater.

The way Azi clearly sees him coming and fusses himself up to look extra focused on his work and not at all excited about Crowley’s return.

Crowley, noticing that Azi has yet to look at him, ramps up the drama by:

Whipping off his glasses (taking off his armor)

Response from Azi? Clears his throat and focuses harder on his work.

Time for Level 2 Drama, it seems.

Stalking over to the table (no sauntering here)

Tossing the glasses down (looks casual but absolutely isn’t)

Ringing that little bell (like a ceremonial gong signaling “this is fucking happening”)

Walking back into the rotunda where he has maximum visibility (also maximum vulnerability)

Azi now has no choice but to react, which he does by slowly looking up and over at Crowley, who looks like the human-shaped embodiment of dread.

Finally announcing “I’m back” like the bitchy customer who just yesterday had declared they were never shopping here again

I mean, wow. Amazing. Glorious.

Not to be outcunted, Azi just casually turns back to his work and practically hums, “Yes. I can see that.”

Damn, Aziraphale, did you take lessons in passive aggression from my mother?

Now Crowley groans in a way that I felt to my core and asks, “Do you want a big, ‘I think I said the wrong thing,’ sort of an apology, or can we take that as said?”

He averts his eyes until the last second because this probably feels more demeaning than begging Azi not to do his magic act at Warlock’s birthday part.

Still turned away, Azi replies in a tone that is a mix of hurt and guilt that makes me think this has been coming for awhile. "I'd like the apology actually." I bet you would, Angel.

Back to Crowley, he pauses to assess his options, takes a deep breath, and says the magic words: “You were right.” Also looks like he almost says something else but either doesn’t know what to say or doesn’t want to say it.

Oh wow, so convincing. Bravo.

Finally, Azi puts down his glasses and his work and turns to address Crowley. He is not happy.

“Not good enough. I want a proper apology.” Also, side note, but Michael Sheen’s voice here is just…yum.

Before Azi can finish, Crowley is so quick to reject this idea. “No.” with a shake of the head.

You're not winning this battle, Crowley, and you know it.

“With the little dance.” Azi’s voice perks up and his eyes brighten at the hope this will happen. Seize that opportunity!

Again, Crowley barely let’s the word “dance” come out before he tries to shut it down. “I don’t do the dance.” Nope, no sir, not this demon.

Oh no, now Azi’s anger joins the hurt and guilt for a vicious trifecta. “I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, 1793, 1941…” each date being spat out with increasing amounts of venom.

Oh Crowley, you brought this on yourself, girl.

This non-apology combined with his “I'm sorry. I apologize. Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it. Work with me, I’m apologizing here. Yes? Good. Get in the car.” and I can see why Azi reacts to this the way he does.

Crowley knows he’s beaten and concedes with a “Fine!” that feels the very opposite of the word.

Okay so before the “proper apology” can begin, Azi gets up from his chair, straightens his waistcoat, and stands with his hands grasped in front of him like a proper gentleman. A properly petty gentleman.

Then the main attraction! Crowley, looking completely stone-faced, does “the little dance.”

It’s wonderful. He looks so silly and childish and graceful and mature. And god, that deep knee bend at the end? Amazing.

Also amazing is Crowley’s face when he says "Kay?” while bobbing his head and eyebrows back like a sassy rooster? *chef’s kiss*

For Azi’s part, god it is just a delicious mix of polite poker face and barely concealed thirst. I see your eyes scanning Crowley, drinking in that thin, dark Duke. That little dance will live in his head forever.

And that’s the signal to go back to normal! Crowley regains control and Azi falls back into the supporting role.

Long-term relationships are hard, yo.

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable idiots #ineffable partners #apology dance #i want a proper apology #with the little dance #thirsty aziraphale #very nice indeed #thin dark duke #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #good omens gifs #good omens meta

[hairychestloversblog]

When he’s thirsty in the bathroom 💜💜💜

#thirsty #hairy male #muscle gay #hairy #furry #chest #bearded hunk #gay hairy #very hairy #gay #cute #gaybear #mmmhhh #arm veins

[probablybadrpgideas]

*Looks at Goblin Men*

*Takes their fruit*

RIP every Changeling the Lost protagonist but I'm different

#changeling the lost #"Who knows upon what soil they fed #Their hungry thirsty roots?” #I do #I checked Goblipedia and it was very informative

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Hypnotized by that hand

#david tennant #david tennant in chairs #legs for days #just like all the limbs #hypnotized by that hand #i wanna take a bite out of those drumsticks #helpful directions for proper manhandling #good lord he's beautiful #i mean seriously just look at him #how dare you sir #making me so very thirsty #i want to drink him #soft scottish hipster gigolo #hands hands hands #the eyes the hair the nose the everything

[undertakersimps]

Dilf! CEO! Toji x Secretary!reader

In which Toji decides to play with his new secretary.

Not proof read and kinda rushed at the end. But here… some smut for you thirsty bitches

MINORS DNI

The sun peeked through your door as you got ready to leave. A new city, a new job, and most importantly a fresh start for you. As you got in the car memories of your family, your friends, and your ex-husband flooded into your mind. The divorce was ugly. Your friends were his friends, and you felt so alone after. Maybe finally you would be able to put everything behind you.

As you entered the doors of your new job, a nice man greeted you and brought you to what would be your new office for the foreseeable future. Your office was surrounded by glass walls on all sides except the one that led into your boss's office. A placard next to the door read Toji Fushiguro.

You'd heard of him. Who hadn't? He was a tall dark handsome bachelor. Every girl and even the guys thought he was hot. Too bad he’s married with a kid.

You logged into your computer and started working on simple filing work for stacks of paper on your desk. However it didn’t take long before you were noticed by some of your co-workers. A young man strides into your office, and before a word could be spoken, he immediately starts flirting with you, using cheap tactics and gross humor. You weren’t the type to blow people off so you politely smiled and continued working while he spoke.

Lucky for you moments later, the door to your boss’s office swings open and Mr. Fushiguro himself walks out.

“You out. New secretary, my office. Now.”

You nervously got up and walked towards his office as he retreated into the dimly lit room. It was a simple but large office. There was a desk, a couch, and a few lamps. It wasn’t decorated, the only thing in the room was a small framed picture of a young boy on his desk.

“Sweetheart, you don’t seem like the type to be in an office job.”

The new nickname made your thighs clench. The dim lighting perfectly outlined his muscles and beautiful tones. You know it shouldn’t, he’s married for god's sake but it makes your panties dampen.

“Already dumbed out? I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Huh. Oh sorry, I got lost in thought I guess.”

Toji smirked. “Thinking about what?”

You swallowed thickly. He couldn’t know what you were thinking, right? You quickly made up a thought.

“Thinking about the responsibilities I’m going to have here.”

Toji's composure regained. He seemed to go stone cold again. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not. But he seemed to drop the topic and start explaining what specifically your job entailed.

He rounded the desk to give you a better look at some paper files he wanted you to input. Before you knew it, his arm was wrapped around your waist and his face was an inch from yours.

“Another responsibility is giving me some… stress relief when I need it.”

You could feel his soft breath on your skin as his lips ghosted your neck. He was slow giving you a chance to push him off but when you didn’t he snaked his thigh up to your crotch and pushed against it. You couldn’t help but whine.

“What’s that princess? Use your words.”

You were starting to get desperate. It’d been forever since you’d been fucked, since long before the divorce. And even then your ex-husband never seemed to satisfy your needs.

“Pleeease.”

Toji tisked at you. Removing his leg, he guided you back around the desk and sat on his chair.

“Strip. Let me see you.”

Uncertain of your movements you slowly start taking off your clothes, starting with your blouse, then your skirt, then your bra and panties. You stood there for a minute under his unreadable eyes, which were scanning up and down your body.

Finally, he pulls his hard cock out of his pants. And starts to slowly stroke it.

“Come sit your pretty pussy on my cock.”

You walk over to him and lower yourself down. It was a stretch. Toji must’ve been twice the size of the last person to fuck you. But it felt so good. You could hear Toji’s quiet moans in your ear as you finally bottom out.

“It’s so tight. Relax.”

After a minute of sitting there you started to get impatient. He started working again, typing at his computer. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

Carefully, you positioned your arms on the rests and tried to lift yourself up. But Toji saw it coming and grabbed your hips and held you there.

“Girls who can’t use their words can’t cum.”

Your eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t be serious. How long would you be like this, wanting for pleasure.

“Please. I'll do anything…”

“As much as I admire your persistence, you are going to stay just like this. On my cock not moving till I decide when you go home.”

And Toji kept his word. The hours past by slowly and painfully. But no matter how much begging you did he didn’t let up. Eventually, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

You woke up on the couch, fully dressed as far as you could tell. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep or how long you’d been there but your work day was over.

You got up and opened the door to his office walking into yours. At your desk was Toji with a giant grin on his face.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Mr. Fushiguro. I think I have.”

Suddenly you felt something wet go down your thighs as Toji stood up, panties in hand. Your eyes widened, he took them and came inside.

“I’d hurry home, wouldn’t want anyone to see that dripping down. They might start getting ideas.”

“Maybe next time, fill me up some more? Let them get ideas.”

“Come straight to my office tomorrow. No detours. Maybe I’ll let you cum.”

#jjk toji #toji imagine #toji smut #toji x you #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen toji #dilf toji #toji thirst #x reader #x you smut #reading #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #ceo!toji #smut #thirsty bitches #it’s not very good tho

[alasse-earfalas]

y'all are freaking out over "twiddies" meanwhile I'm over here perfectly civilized like

armbs. beefy. twiceps. stronk boi.

Seriously y'all have a some class.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu update #lu twilight #not thirsty just appreciating #/gen #compliments to Jojo on the stronk boi anatomy #you made very muscles #good jorb #btw I ran this post by my husband before posting it and he encouraged me so #in case anyone was concerned about that lol #hubs got dem beeeg armbs #he knows what I'm about haha

[silverskye13]

how did you get the confidence to write fanfiction? i always worry that i won't portray the characters properly so any ideas or wants to write fanfics that i have go away or i talk myself out of it :(

Well! First and foremost: Most people don't start writing,,,, anything with confidence. Let alone fanfic, where you know other people are going to be looking at it, with their own ideas of how the characters are supposed to act and feel influencing what they're coming to the story with. My first fanfic I was very insecure, which I feel like was evident, reading through the author's notes now. Apologies whenever something that required a lot of suspension of disbelief happened, a poll so readers could decide the ending so I wouldn't disappoint anybody, only to end in me writing and posting three different endings. Long justifications for why I chose certain things in the author's notes. The fic nowadays reads to me like a very rough apology.

"Hi I'm sorry I tried. Be kind I'm very scared."

But the thing about writing that fic was, it was the writerly equivalent of jumping into the deep end of the pool for the first time. After I bobbed back to the surface and realized a shark hadn't like, taken my legs off while I was down there, jumping in again got easier. And kept getting easier. And now I just write and post things.

There's kind of two schools of thought that I've seen people subscribe to, when it comes to taking the first leap. The one that's really popular around here on Tumblr is: Do it scared. It is simple and straightforward. You are scared. You will be scared. You probably never won't be scared. So do it scared. Write your thing, close your eyes and hit send [either to post it or to share it with one or two friends, or even just hitting the "save" button and not deleting it]. Get scared, do it, close your eyes, finish. When you open your eyes again and nothing terrible has happened, you can breathe a sigh of relief and do it scared again. It's a little nerve-wracking at first, but the idea is giving your mind the association of jumping and not falling. I did it and I didn't fail, therefore it is safe to do it again.

The other school of thought [the one I specifically subscribe to] is: Do it once. What you think or feel about it doesn't matter. What matters is you did it once. Maybe it will be hell, or it'll suck terribly. Maybe you're really excited! And it turns out great! Maybe its a wild ride of ups and downs, and by the end you need a few months to catch your breath and decide if it was worth it. Regardless: you did it once. Now you know, if you want to, you can do it again. Now you can decide if its worth doing again. For me, the euphoria of finishing a project always far outweighs the trouble getting there, so the step forward of "Do it once" is powerful for me. And that can be broken down too. "Write one chapter." "Draw one drawing." "Clean one room in the house." There is no pressure to continue if its really that terrible, but you at least get to decide if one was worth it [and a solid 9 times out of 10, one was worth it enough to do it more.]

Now, all that said, if what you're worried about is writing the characters right and nothing else -- don't worry too much. Most people care less about how true to life the characters are, and care a lot more about consistency in the story. An example from RnS: In canon, Helsknight is a cartoonish villain with one motivation, and that motivation is taking over hermitcraft Doofenschmirtz style. To date, no one has come into my inbox demanding I change him, because he's so OOC he's basically an OC at this point. What people have come into my inbox about though, is "Hey, you established X in this chapter, but he said Y in this chapter. Was there a reason for that?" which is them saying, "Why didn't you keep your character consistent?" If you tell your audience what the expectations are for the story and you stick with them, they will stop caring about OOC moments and characterizations, and will trust you're going somewhere with your writing. Suspension of disbelief, your powerful friend! They put the world on their shoulders and carry and everybody watches and claps.

If you're also worried about consistency, then start out with one shots! There's a lot less room for error, no large, sweeping character arcs to keep track of. And stringing a bunch of one-shots together can give you practice with character consistency and progression without committing to something massive and overarching. If you're truly worried about making the characters exactly like Canon [or the Canon in your head], I recommend making little lists of character traits, or important things you want to keep in mind. At that point you're scared of your own consistency, and you just need a framework to keep yourself consistent enough for yourself, if that makes sense?

Hopefully! This helps! Sorry I'm a little scattered today :'D

#answering asks #caramelcoatednightmares #writing advice #fanfic advice #longpost #the barking writer #im very sleepy and still thinking about soup #i think maybe i'm just very thirsty

[canisalbus]

For how much Machete is described by others as off-putting, he really is a beautiful dog. Does Vasco ever tell him so? That his eyes make him look earnest, his fur the most comforting shade of white like cream, the way his ears catch light like stained glass? If someone doesn't tell him so, he'd forever think he was ugliest duckling

I think Vasco definitely tries, sincerely and often, but Machete is very reluctant to accept compliments and positive feedback. Especially if it's about something as personal and innate as his looks.

#he quietly spends a lot of time and effort trying to make himself look his best so appearances aren't a trivial thing for him #he's always very clean and neat and presentable #except on those occasions when he's soaked in blood but that's totally besides the point #white fur is kind of high maintenance any tiny bit of dirt or staining becomes an eyesore and if it dries it may be hard to remove #he bathes very frequently way more than average considering the time period #some of the outfits he wears are worth more than the combined lifetime earnings of like six generations of his family #silk was outrageously expensive and the brightest red dye came from pulverized cochineal insects that had to be imported from America #which had been colonized less than a century ago so those tiny little cactus bugs were really troublesome to get and the demand was huge #he doesn't quite have the nerve to wear perfume despite it's widespread popularity at the time #but he makes sure the smell of frankincense burned during church services sticks to his fur and clothes #in general when you spend your entire life around strict emotionally congested highly religious men #you might not end up developing a very healthy self-esteem or body image #once you've internalized that sense of inferiority it's hard to unlearn it #he's so thirsty for approval and praise but when he receives some he immediately gets uncomfortable and distrustful and vaguely angry #he absolutely struggles to compliment people back as well at least on any meaningful and personal level so there's that #answered #anonymous #Machete

[chrlvctius]

Real, yes I am

#woso #woso community #awfc #leah williamson #arsenal #lionesses #arsenalwfc #leah catherine williamson #leah williamson x reader #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #leah williamson is so hot wtf #leah williamson fluff #i am thirsty #yes #very much so #woso drama #woso x reader