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[vampirecorleone]

"I don't have faith. I'm not going to Hell." Horror Character Appreciation - Kim Ok-bin as Tae-ju in Thirst (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook

[ssorenz]

I WANNA RIDE !

ᰔ- struggling to take true-form ryōmen sukuna (he has rotted my brain omfg HELP)

contains- nsfw content, fem! reader, manhandling, size diff, bimbofication, mdni!!

“fhuuck— s’too much ‘kunaa!” his name drawling out on your lips. for a curse, he was so hung, his bulbous tip alone stretching you out so much. and he wasn’t anywhere near close to bottoming out completely.

“oh now its ‘too much’? were you not insisting you could take all of me earlier? how pathetic.” his gruff voice chastised as he watched in amusement at how poorly you were attempting to take him.

you hung your head low, waves of sheer embarrassment washing over you as sukuna studied you so attentively—paying attention to each and every intricate move of yours. tears started to well up as you slowly sunk onto his length—having a bruising grip on his bulky shoulders as hisses of pain and pleasure escaped your parted, glossy lips.

he was all the way inside of you now, his throbbing head nuzzling against the tip of your cervix. hands draped around the mans nape, your sweaty forehead sticking against his neck as your warm breath tickled against his chest.

saying ryōmen sukuna, the king of curses, was big is definitely an understatement.

“tsk, how disappointing.. so much talk earlier, yet y’re breaking a sweat merely from taking my cock inside you.” he grumbled lowly, a hint of banter in his tone.

“are you going to move, or do i need to do the work for you?”

and without warning, he’s buried himself deep into your embarrassingly dripping cunt.

a series of sharp cries echoed throughout the room as sukuna jerked his hips in and out if you with such ease, such precision. he smirked as your expression twisted into something much more fittingly lewd—eyes rolling to your skull as your top teeth gnawed on your bottom lip.

“ry-ryōo. . .haah—!” you surprisingly managed to babble out, considering the fact your brain had turned to mush due to the way he was maneuvering himself inside of you. each quick but calculated thrust, resulting in him kneading against your sweet spot every single time.

“feels too good, hic need m-more..” you desperately begged, the sensation of being so full making you go dumb.

“you need more? or you want more, girl?” sukuna scoffed at your audacity. he raised a heavy hand, then smacked it against the fat of your ass, making you squeal. you were one hundred percent sure you would find a red mark there later tonight.

“go on now, say it properly.” he snarled into your ear, his sharp, black nails still kneading into your flesh. he was so rough, so mean.

“wan’ more ‘kuna, please!” you choked out a pathetic sob. sukuna simply hummed in pleasure, satisfied with your obedience.

“atta girl, thats more like it.”

@/ssorenz™ do not, copy, repost or translate anywhere without my knowledge.

[celine-song]

THIRST (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook

[cruelfeast]

Thirst (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook

[gettingsilly]

(Gif is from Oscarkim123’s video 🤞)

Can you imagine Leon jerking himself off in his car after a long day, wishing it was your hand (or mouth 🤭). Him just fisting his fat cock, the sounds of him whining and grunting mixed with the wet, filthy pumping of his hand filling up the car. Poor baby is so pent up he just wants to shove you down on his cock so he can drain his balls into your pretty mouth or hole, but he can’t so he has to use his hand :(( he would feel pathetic and horrible after cumming all over his pretty police uniform but that shame wouldn’t stop him from doing it the next day and every day after that.

SOMEONE needs to give this man a sloppy blowjob i’m willing if we don’t have any takers 🙏🙏

[silver-pieces]

A Warhammer movie/limited series with these two????

Yes. Yes please. 👀

[talesfromthecrypts]

Thirst (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook

[bullshxtvixen]

I bet Zoro’s dick is so pretty 🥺

Just the right length to kiss your cervix and his girth makes it nice and weighty when he slaps it against your clit when you start getting impatient.

It’d be a struggle to wrap your hand around it and the tip would be the cutest blush shade that matches the one on his cheeks when you’re on your knees giving little kitten licks up and down his length.

I know it twitches just from your breath ghosting over it with a pearlescent bead of precum glistening from the tip 🥺

//If anyone else has any thirsts about 2D men come share it with me 🥹//

[fayevalcntine]

What comes out of humans, it's just so much sweeter. Stop acting so humane! You're not even human.

Claudia from Interview with the Vampire (2022) Tae-ju from 박쥐 - Thirst (2009)

[moondirti]

all the ways i can have you

pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ mdni) word count: 1.3k summary: he's hooked on making you feel good. warnings: naked female clothed male, edging, overstimulation, fingering, pussy slapping, squirting, unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, hickeys, biting, cunnilingus, rimming, face sitting, this is so filthy don't look at me. notes: here's a little thirst i wrote in my down time. It's not affiliated with The Remedy in any way; i just really needed to get all my thoughts about our favourite beskar man out tbh because the slow burn with those two is killing me

The Mandalorian is absolutely filthy.

It’s not something you expect. He’s awkward at the best of times – pointedly avoiding any possibility of social interaction by the drawing of his blaster or an elongated silence. Honestly, for the first few months that you’d known him, you actually thought he hated you. Sure, you were never the unfortunate soul skewered onto his spear, nor had he ever threatened to throw you into his carbonite freezer, but he always had a handy excuse at the ready when you tried to make conversation. It was torture until you learnt not to take it personally; you figured he was probably used to being alone, and that’s no fault of yours. His lack of social skills could not be your burden to bear. So, eventually, when he gave nothing but a grunt to your occasional bizarre musing, you’d simply shrug it off and go back to playing with the kid. 

In hindsight, maybe you should have picked at the source of his reticence. It certainly wouldn’t have taken you as long to get to this point if you had. Because now, it occurs to you that he’d probably been so tense from withholding the desires that the two of you, in fact, shared.

It seems so obvious once the dam had lifted, but keen deduction has never been your strong suit. 

Back to the point, though. Mando is beyond borderline obscene once you manage to tease it out of him. Truly, he’d have never instigated things had you not been so uninhibited. But when his resolve shatters, it’s like his mind goes into overdrive of all the things he’d do to you. You actually think that, if given the opportunity, he’d lay you out for days on end to enact every fantasy he has. Because life has its way of intruding, though, he settles for the in-betweens of your day to day, taking you in the small gaps where it can just be the two of you.

You think he’s wild when he edges you the first time, his gloved hand palming your front while you stand in nothing but your towel. This is on you, he said, you little tease. It’s deliciously painful; his fingers find your clit with practised ease and he presses down on it, rubbing you in small, tight circles. With the way his hardened body presses into you from behind, clad fully in his armour – a stark contrast to your exposed frame – and his rough praise meets your ear, you almost cum from the miniature ministration alone. But he recognises what your quickening pants mean; he sees how your back arches into him like you’re trying to match the overwhelming pleasure his hands administer, and he pulls away at the last second, fingers returning only to give a sharp smack to your cunt. And of course it echoes – you’re soaked, for Maker’s sake – which only serves to make him repeat the action again and again until you’ve significantly darkened in shade. 

By the time you’re on the brink of collapse, Mando has you sitting between his legs, back to his chest, one leg hooked over a strong arm while you sob your pleas into the empty space of the hull. He fingers you fast and rough, delighting in your high-pitched wails and whiney begs, and forces your first orgasm out of you with an expert quirk of his fingers. It’s torturous relief, like white hot embers dancing upon frozen skin, and your vision blurs as you gush over his vambrace. But he doesn’t let up; he continues drawing them from your sopping core, turning in a complete 180 to overstimulate you until you literally have nothing else to give. 

He manages to serve you in a way no one ever has before – you're a complete, quivering mess by the end – so, you assume that’s the extent of it. But time with Mando proved that was the least he can come up with.

He revels in spreading your legs whenever he gets the chance, taking his time to pull your glistening lips apart and absorb the sight of your clenching hole. He says it amazes him – how such a tight thing is able to stretch over his length – then promptly digs his cock from within the confines of his pants. You find yourself agreeing with the wonder of how it fits; it’s by far the biggest you’ve taken – thick with throbbing veins that weave up to an angry, leaking tip – but his thumbs always dance in reassuring circles along your inner thighs when he presses it against you. And when he pushes in, you forget all about your worries, because the stretch is divine. Mando absolutely fills you up to the brink, the ridges of him catching along your inner walls, and he pounds into you with reckless abandon, like a man starved. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough as he reaches those hidden parts of you – that spongy tissue at the front, the wall of your cervix – and the sensation becomes absolutely addictive. You go cock-dumb without fail, drooling, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you think he might disappear someplace else as well, with the way his words pour unfiltered. Good girl. Beautiful. So fucking tight. Cum for me, I want to feel you. He turns reverent when he gets you this way, awkward fronts be damned. 

Funnily enough, he’s too impatient for you to go down on him. In the rare moments he forfeits, he has to hold himself back from pulling you up so he can just fuck you already. It’s not that you aren’t good at it, either – no, your tongue is enough to drive the strongest of men wild – but he just… doesn’t put as much priority in his pleasure as yours. It’s something different with you entirely. He doesn’t see sex as a means to relieve his mounting tensions, it’s not the same exchange he’s found in all those brothels. With you, Mando is overcome with the unshakeable urge to wring out every pleasure imaginable. He’s obsessed with the plump of your lips and the folds of your flesh. He dreams of every single part of you everywhere – under his hands, between his legs, in his mouth. 

So, he takes off his helmet to put his lips on yours. And you, who’s naive enough to again suppose that the last, world-ending orgasm was the scope of what he could do, experience it as he transforms into something else entirely. 

His kisses leave no area untouched. They find your neck, tightening as he sucks purple hickeys onto your skin, then pepper down to your chest, where he pecks your pebbled nipples and bites the swollen tissue underneath. Mando leaves a trail of spit and welts in his venture, and you moan under the calamity, combing through his soft curls with shaky fingers. And when he finds you soaked through your panties, your nails dig into his scalp, your tummy flushing with slight embarrassment. The pain sparks something in him, it seems, because he pushes your thighs up with a renewed vigour so he can press his nose onto your clothed cunt. My favourite, he groans between long inhales, before he rips off the cotton barrier that separates his tongue from your clit.

Mando eats you out like he’d rather be doing nothing else. He doesn’t. It’s his favourite pastime, solely for the way you mewl and squirm underneath him. He licks, sucks, drinks from you, uncovering every patch of skin with his warm tongue, which flicks over your bud until you cry and drives into you to collect the subsequent nectar. He spreads you on the floor like a meal, dominating in every way. He kneels before you on a chair, open as you rub his stubble into you. He even insists that you sit on his face: ‘I need to taste you more than I do air.’ You have no reason to doubt it, though. He fucks into his fist when you grind down on his chin, his free hand directing you forward until he can lap at your asshole as well. Mando wants you surging, spilling onto him; crying out his name, his real name, which he whispers to you as you come down from his onslaught.

Din, he beams. To you, mesh’la, it’s Din.

[thegoodmorningman]

Don't worry, the shareholders will be looking out for you the whole time! Good Morning!!!

[cruelfeast]

Thirst (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook

[gettingsilly]

I CANT StOP THINKING ABOUT THIS STUPID FUCKING MOMENT IN RE DAMNATION i want him to slap his cock on my face like that

[10ktypesoftorture]

“For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”

30 Days of Night, dir. David Slade (2007)

Thirst, dir. Park Chan-Wook (2009)

1408, dir. Mikael Håfström (2007)

Interview with the Vampire, dir. Neil Jordan (1994) 

Shutter Island, dir. Martin Scorcese (2010)

[isabelladjanis]

KIM OK-BIN Thirst, Park Chan-wook

[carpethedamndiemdejavu]