#imagine whoever you want

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Taking the Wheel

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Time Written-10:47 p.m

Dick Grayson/fem!reader smut

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Clink, clack, clink, clack. The sounds of heels faintly echoed across the long since faded parking lot, carelessly crossing through thin spaces in between cars and trucks to throw the irritating bastard off your back.

Since you didn’t had arrive with friends, and the main reason you arrived to the packed Lounge, especially on weekends, quickly failed, you were left to walk a long ways across the vehicular maze to get towards your car.

A long, irritating walk on eroded asphalt, in obnoxiously irritating footwear.

Honestly? You could’ve cared less for the foot ache, attempting to push your pace to get towards your destination, your club mood spoiled over by a new desire of getting in your warm, vacant bed at home. Your attempt at distracting your endlessly rattled mind by going towards one of the hottest clubs in the city proved to be a complete failure.

This was Gotham. You knew better than to believe you were going to enjoy a night out for clubbing, completely ignorant to the possibility of the last man you ever expected to arrive, clad in his goddamn uniform, on the search for you.

The only way you learned it was him throughout all the blaring music and strong strobe light ambiance was the roar of patrons crowding around the hottest man of the hour around the dance floor.

What a stupid plan honestly, especially with the overwhelming presence of the obnoxious vigilante following shortly behind you, wondering if you were just doing this to get a reaction out of him.

“You can stop following me now, Grayson.”

It was strangely empty tonight, how he managed to shake off the crowds to go after you alone was a question you could’ve cared less to understand or answer.

"You're walking at night? Alone? You realize you live in Gotham, right?”

You only continued walking, holding yourself with your clutch purse tucked under your shirt, your heels scraping along stray parking lot gravel.

"Aren’t you cold?" Dick asks, trying to hide his worry about you being in that dress in this sixty five degree night.

He was right, watching your head shake no, despite how you carried yourself.

"Oh, come on." Dick says in assuming defeat, only to surprise you via cutting off your path by hopping up on the nearest challenger hood, abruptly jumping in front of your path.

“You can't just walk off like nothing just happened between us." Dick asserts, meeting your aggravated stare.

“Get out of my way—“

"Look, I'm tired of giving you space. Call me clingy, I don’t care. We need to talk about what happened, right now." The words sound more desperate than he intended, other than stern and demanding.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” You mutter, attempting to continue your walk before he holds a hand out in front of you, preventing you from squeezing past him.

"There’s always something to say,” Dick says, hoping you’d try to look back at him.

You’re clearly hurting more than you’re letting on. He can’t really blame you.

You’re no party girl, but you are a girl he hurt. Throwing yourself back out into the dating pool was a typical response, even he’s done it, but he can’t let that happen this time. Not with you.

"Let's... let's talk about this somewhere safe, okay?" He asks, looking down at you. You shift your head a bit, giving him an annoyed glare.

“I wanna go home, okay?” You nearly spat back to him, insisting to yourself that you had no patience to deal with him.

Dick doesn't immediately move in response, gazing down at you with sympathy instead of irritation, such a heart throb in his pretty eyes.

He probably practiced this often every morning in the mirror ever since you broke up, keeping you hooked like a mouse with cheese, or a pretty boy who always knew what to say.

“… Okay.”

He offers his hand out, awaiting your keys in his open palm.

“At least let me drive you home.” He offers, remaining stagnant until he received the only answer he expected. It’ll make him feel a whole lot better knowing you weren’t in the worst place in Gotham right now.

You could only huff through your nose before rummaging through your purse, pulling out your keys.

“Fine,” you mutter, dropping the item into his quickly closing hand. “Just home. That’s it.”

“That’s it,” Dick confirms with a hand raised before stepping off to the side, allowing you to walk ahead of him. “Promise.”

The car was warm, the heater constantly blowing warm air against your exposed back, nearly bumping back against your leather steering wheel.

The driver’s seat had long since been reclined, the material lightly squeaking in response to your sweaty bodies shuffling against each other. Lips battling in between teeth and tongue for dominance he willingly gave you, giving you the impression of control.

His body completely hidden by the suit, while you were still in your backless, black sequin party dress.

Sure, the car was private and warm, the alley was dark, the only light coming from the tiny radio screen, faintly reflecting off the various tiny black sequins of your dress, now pulled down from your torso, decorating your waist like a belt of dying stars.

You remembered the way his gloved hands impatiently unclipped the seatbelt so he could pull you across to his lap after an unprecedented, filthy make-out. The way he had purposely massaged the insides of your thighs caused electricity to shoot through you, needing you as close as physically possible, your short dress riding up precariously over your thighs.

"I should have done this sooner," Dick grunts against your painted lips while pinching your nipples in his thumbs, your nails rasping down the smooth material of his Nightwing suit, pulling it off his shoulders.

“D’you think someone will see us like this…?”

"No one's gonna be looking," Dick gasps out, his tone confident while dripping with cocky arrogance. "And if they do... who the hell cares."

Dick could barely focus on what was happening outside the car as it was.

For some reason, that thought made this all the more exciting. Not that the thought of being seen with a beautiful woman in Nightwing’s lap ever seemed like a bad thing.

“You looked amazing in this dress..." he runs a hand along the curve of your hip.

"But you look a lot better without it."

You’d physically cringe if you weren’t so damn aroused. Only someone like him could pull off cheesy one liners about eighty six percent of the time.

"So do something about it,” you whisper, nipping his bottom lip in your teeth, nearly contemplating on drawing blood once he chuckled.

"With pleasure, Princess.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he lifted you slightly with such ease, allowing him to pull his hard cock from the torturous material that suffocated him.

It would’ve been a much quicker process to undress if he randomly decided to arrive in that god awful disco suit, but it was far too late to complain now.

Prep was limited to the pleasant view of Dick stuffing three fingers into your warm hole, smirking at your hiss before raising them to his mouth, making a show of gathering his own spit while tasting you, before giving the tip of his red, angry cock a few quick strokes.

His fingers hooked your thin, messy panties to the side, hiding his mused smile from your gaze upon hearing your terribly hidden whimper as you felt the soft, blunt tip poking at your opening. A large gasp of air quickly invaded and evaded your lungs as you pushed down on him, feeling him splitting you open inch by torturously thick inch.

His own lust begged the rest of his consciousness to push further into you, aching to stuff the rest of himself inside your wet, greedy cunt. Luckily, you listened to your own thoughts, sinking yourself the rest of the way until you were properly seated, your bare thighs resounding against his with limited time to adjust.

"Holy-" He finds himself whining out, nearly crumbling apart from your silky, sweet cunt gripping him like a damn vice. Incidentally, his grip on your thong tightened after an involuntary thrust, forcing the weak band to snap apart.

The man could’ve cared less, carelessly tossing the ruined garment before gripping your hips with both hands, fingers hooking along your dress as an additional anchor to feverishly fuck you, hearing your breathing shift into quick, eager moans.

He wanted to take control so bad, but he was losing it before he even began.

The moans he emitted were heavenly, the muscles in his throat constricting as his head tilts back against the rest. He groans out your name in a delightful sigh, his fingers digging into your plush ass.

Lipstick prints littered his neck, eyes squeeze shut behind his domino mask.

“God, I've missed you,” the vigilante whimpers out, admiring your silvery necklace clink along the valley of your perfect, juicy tits bouncing erratically close to his chest, accompanied by the jingle of your matching bangles as you sunk your nails deep into the muscles along his back.

Dick's heavy lidded eyes gazed at your flushed face, your cheeks tinted pink with heavy, orgasmic blush. Your mascara stained lashes littered with cloudy black tears, bits of dappled glitter in the corners of your eyes, your signature touch, remaining poised along your perfect face. The picture he always looked forward to taking after every successful date night.

"Do you feel how much I've missed you?" Dick grumbles against your shoulder, his voice breathless, despite his best efforts to control his emotions. “Feel how hard, how deep, just fucking into this pussy? That’s all you baby.” The seemingly endless cooes against your neck render endless shivers down your spine, garnering the exact reactions he wanted from you; straining against the tight clench of your eager cunt.

"Oh-God. Fuuuck yes, missed you so much, princess,” Dick whispers, his tone filled with lust and excitement. He teetered on the edge of begging you to bite him again, to mark his neck up however with as many nips as you please, eager to see such raw evidence of your teeth marks in the morning.

“Mph— take it, baby. F-fucking take it all.”

You could only moan in response to his many words against his neck, your painted eyes nearly fluttering closed as you persist on your relentless pace. He was enjoying this a little too much, as much as you were, if not more.

Amidst the mind numbing euphoria of fucking his ex girlfriend in her own car, calloused hands full of black sequins and exposed skin, even he was calling himself an idiot in his own mind as he whimpers a lot louder than he intended within your shared ecstasy.

He was a damn idiot, thinking only about how much he’s hated being in a relationship with anyone except you. How much you’ve grown to become his favorite person; the one woman he needs every damn night. Every second of the damn day.

And if he wants to prove it by having you ride his cock in the seat of a car parked in a secluded alleyway, so be it. He’ll spoil you with a white plush bed caked in rose petals once after you agree to get back together with him.

"Ba-Baby..." Dick croaks through his stutter, his voice cracking slightly as he watches you come to an abrupt halt to his dismay.

A weak, pathetic grunt spews from his lips as you roll your hips, rocking along his lap, his bruised Adam’s apple bobbing after each whimper and whine. "Don’t stop—don’t stop. Shiiit, I’m begging you—“

His words muffle in a quick second as you stuff your ruined, bunched up thong into his mouth, cerulean eyes widening in surprise by boldness.

Many times he’s taken the lead, regardless over where your horny selves ended up. Any recollection of him doing this to you quickly faded once you locked eyes, his brows raised in surprise and submission to your taunt, prideful expression, lipstick smeared lips scowling in annoyance.

Right now, right now you wanted nothing more than to take out your frustrations on him. Even if it was one of the least violent thoughts you had when it came to him, you compensated via heavy scratches and relentless bites on his neck, and now this.

He wouldn’t be whining like such a bastard in a rut without your sweet, creamy pussy downgrading him from an arrogant, cocky, fearless vigilante into a raspy, quivering disciple. Bright, pretty putty in your hands.

Your hands grasped along the back of his head, purposefully frazzling his sweaty, perfect locks of hair as you eagerly chased another kiss. Your hands gripped his hair tighter causing him to take a sharp intake of air in.

You wouldn’t be such a quivering mess without the constant spear of his hard, delicious cock. A victim to this nearly endless cycle of ‘Fuck now, ask questions later.’

‘Or, just fuck some more later.’

You knew this, and you knew he’d give you what you wanted first before you even considered the idea of forgiving him.

“I need you to- fuck, j-just shut up. Shut up a-and keep going, Dick. Keep— Keep going. Just- Just keep fucking me.”

He stares straight ahead at the rich goddess amidst the fogged up windshield in front of him, his hands reinforcing his grasp along your thighs.

Obediently, he picked up the pace, the fat head hitting directly on your sweet spot much rougher and faster with intentions to leave you bruised, hoping you’d allow him to care for you for the rest of the week shortly after.

He moaned much louder against the damp, pheromone laced fabric, swallowing up your sickeningly sweet venom while he pistons his hips, making his soaking wet, twitchy balls constantly smack against your overstretched cunt.

Oh, if only you knew how much you drove Richard Grayson wild, if only you knew.

Hell, what was the argument even about? Neither of you could barely remember anymore.

#dick grayson #dick Grayson x reader #Dick Grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x female!reader #Dick Grayson smut #Gotham knights dick Grayson #based off Gotham knights dick Grayson but #yk #imagine whoever you want #yeah don’t ask much #I’m trying out Dick too #Don’t mind meeeeee #he’s not my favorite Robin but like #he aight #🌝

[thirstyforlulu]

We’ve talked about a Hellsing glory hole, but what about public use?

Doing your fellow soldiers a “service”, only to find out certain members have been hogging you 😏

#mdni #hellsing x reader #imagine whoever you want #could even be Seras or Teggy if you’d like 😏

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

You’re my favorite blog with an amazing costume and stellar art, so I hope to bestow upon you the small pleasure of asking you:

Trick or treat?

Thank you very much! I'm incredibly honoured to be your favourite blog! I know this is late but please accept this treat, happy belated Halloween!

#asks #fanart #tintin #adventures of tintin #captain haddock #archibald haddock #comic #halloween #trick or treat #i have no time to check for mistakes in this i will just have to live with them #haddock knows what a child is #i cant really imagine tintin and haddock celebrating halloween normally because it just wasnt really a thing in europe until very recently? #like im 24 and it was introduced here a little before i was born #halloween as it exists today is pretty american #i know a lot of people who arent that old who didnt even think about it growing up lol #i love halloween tho #it's a holiday that's purely optional and you can celebrate however you want it with whoever you want #alcohol tw

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 10

Danny groaned, blearily raising his head from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made in his apartment. He had smelled something strange.

Something strong enough to wake him from his sleep. Danny got up and stumbled to the front door, cursing his luck for getting a fever so soon into his interdimentional road trip.

Peering out of his open doorway he saw a little kid shivering in the cold, badly hidden behind two trash cans in the mouth of an alley. Danny didn't think twice. In fact he didn't think at all. It wasn't uncommon for an Omega to smell a child who didn't have the scent of another Omega on them and immediately claim that child as thier own, and seeing as his home dimension had exclusively Omegas...let's just say there's a lot of drama in family court and a lot of laws pertaining to this.

So of course the next thing Danny knows is that the kid was bundled up inside his very soft and comfy makeshift nest before Danny passed out.

For the next week Danny had this mysterious fever and he acted like a parent on autopilot, barely conscious as he instinctually cared for the little boy. He made them food and cut them up into tiny bits to feed his baby and if it was handfoods like pizza rolls or sandwich triangles, Danny would hold him in his arms and rock his back and forth, humming softly as his child ate.

Eventually his heat ended (note that omegas from his world don't have heats, they don't have alphas and so they don't even know what a heat is) and Danny was very surprised he has a child in his house. But he and the baby are very emotionally attached to one another. When Danny asked what the little kids name was (and man this kid was little) the kid stared at him in the way little kids do before muttering the world "Clone" followed by what sounded suspiciously like a serial number.

Danny decided, nah. His kid now. Sucks to be the bioparent cause Danny doesn't wanna share.

Somewhere in the city, the bats were freaking out. They had raided a lab and discovered not only had one of them been cloned, but the clone had escaped and no one knew where it was. Cue panicked parental frenzy.

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #omegaverse #cause i love to torment you #which bat is the bio parent of the cute little baby and what will they do to try to see thier kid #i keep imagining damian with his katana demanding Danny to hand over Graysons child #or Jason staring listlessly at Danny having a happy upbeat convo with the baby of his hip as he shops at the grocery store #or tim trying to figure out how to 1. tell bernard/Kon/whoever hes dating he has a kid now and 2. how to get close to said kid when the #other parent wants to maul him if he gets too close #also consider if that track down the kid to rhe nest and nearly get mauled #maybe the bio parent can get into the nest sfely due to dannys lizard brain thinking: this is my child. this is thier child. we share a #child. therefore we must be mates. and just lets them in and rubs his sent glands all over the bat before wrapping them in nest #the bats also treat danny like a bioweapon or a walking pheromone bomb and are guarding the perimeter of the building

[popponn]

a boyfriend package. [itoshi rin x reader]

summary: itoshi rin is good at soccer. itoshi rin is not good at jokes and cheering up, but for you, he tries anyway. (aka, you are stressed and rin is there.)

notes: this fic had so much thought but the main is "if you have itoshi rin on your side you could probably do anything". to everyone at uni and school, good luck. warning: other than minor curses, none. fluff, reader's gender unspecified, post canon au, reader is a student struggling against exams & essays.

“You are not done yet?”

You, a student who had probably resembled a zombie more at this point, lift your head up from the materials you were supposed to finish within two days. There were certainly other problems you were facing, however, you had no strength to gaze at them at the moment. Instead, you landed your eyes on your boyfriend, leaning against the doorway of your room with two cups of store-bought coffee. Which was hilarious—Itoshi Rin, a solid football career, an aloof reputation which was very true, and no educational deadline because of said football career.

Wait—does Itoshi Rin even drink coffee?

Your brain couldn’t really remember that piece of information.

It could curse out your very lovely and handsome Rin out of envy though. You wished him a very slow internet connection until your freedom next week.

Hearing how the voices in your head had started complete nonsense, you shook your head and returned your focus back to the wall of letters that didn’t seem to have an end in front of you. It would be better for you to save your words and thoughts for this seemingly unending hurdle, instead of using it to say things about the very kind Rin who bought you coffee.

Though, you did remember what one of his friends posted on Finestagram yesterday. A picture of a bunch of guys having fun outside. A hand around his shoulder in an act of friendliness and a very clear time that was spent pleasantly. Without pressure too, on top of that. Fuck—you tried not to cry—you are so jealous of them.

“Hey, did you hear me?”

Oh, right.

You forgot to reply to him.

“Not yet,” you smiled bitterly, “there are still some more left.”

Which was an understatement. Around two thick piles of papers awaited you.

As it was, Rin didn’t even bat an eyelash at your response nor to the faraway look you gave to the tower of books on your desk. He, however, did put a cup of coffee right beside your left hand. On that cup, a smiling mascot with a peanut shape said something about enjoying your time. You didn’t know if the correct choice to that was to bawl or to laugh like a madman.

You were half-asleep after eight hours of cramming and your brain felt like it was burning. In the end, even a tear or a chuckle was a bit beyond your capability at this point.

“…hey,” Rin said again, flatly. A hand awkwardly placed itself on one of your shoulders.

“You sure say a lot of ‘hey’ today,” you noted, leaning your head, slotting it on his stomach. His muscles were hard, but the proximity did comfort you. “…what is it though?”

“…if I drive, and you say ‘stop, deer’,” Rin began awkwardly, out of nowhere with a voice that trembled slightly as if he was under an incredible weight, “I will say ‘yes honey’.”

You stopped breathing at what he just said. No matter how scattered your brain was, you immediately snapped him a bewildered look. You knew you were on the verge of insanity, but Rin—

“What.”

You had been dating him for two years and more and Rin—as much as you love him—is definitely not a joke guy. Did he got possessed? Was it because he drank coffee?

As you ransacked your brain for an answer, you watched an explosion of red on Rin’s face reaching his neck. As that hue stayed on his face, unbudging, Rin’s face turned sour and darkened as he muttered some violating insults that seemed to be directed at Bachira and Otoya.

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Rin. What? Huh?” you repeated, trying to grasp the situation. “Who put you into this?”

You knew you were risking your study in what could end up being a prologue to two murder cases, but that joke was bad enough that it restarted your brain. You would risk a 4-hour delay because honestly what could make Itoshi Rin joke—

Oh.

As the silence between Rin and you stretched, you realized how he seemed to lose the courage to see you in the eye. A red face that was as bashful as it looked like a face belonging to a terrible stomachache patient, yet the comforting pressure Rin gave to your shoulder as he rubbed his thumb—suddenly, it was as clear as day.

This fine dumbass of yours was trying to cheer you up, it seemed.

You laughed out loud at that—perhaps a bit too high-pitched with too much wheezing. However, imagining Rin taking a page from his friends’ books—fuck you hate those words so much still right now but yet—just to cheer you up, it is adorable. And, Rin seemed to accept your ugly chortles as his eyes finally moved to you again.

“Did—” you wheezed again, your whole body still shaking as you pressed your chin to his hip. The smell of Rin’s detergent was your preferred fragrance, widening your smile even more, “—did Bachira and Otoya put you into this? Is that why you cussed them out?”

“Don’t come up with your own conclusion,” Rin scolded with a tone that spelled out relief and fondness.

“Then, what is it? Tell me—you just made a joke. A pun. That’s something,” you teased. In the back of your mind, a heavy static was still present, yet you really couldn’t mind their presence with Rin beside you like this.

Rin grunted and messed up your head, looking down at you with a look that was certainly too soft for his cold & cool guy brand. “Shut up. That’s none of your business.”

“Aw, come on! Tell me!” you protested. Rin shook you off as you started to try and pull his cheeks with your grubby hands. Walking away, he pulled a stool that he had left behind in your room after his tenth visit to your house many months ago.

“No,” Rin said curtly, leaving no room for protest as he tapped your laptop screen lightly. “Now get back to studying.”

At the reminder, it was your turn to wear a sour glum on your face. “Ugh.”

He glared half-heartedly at you. Bumping a knee against your chair slightly. “Don’t fucking say ‘ugh’.”

“But…” you wanted to say that you still wanted to tease him a bit more. You wanted to just do something with him a bit longer. Returning to the passage of curses meant that you couldn’t do that.

Rin looked at you for a moment. You couldn’t fathom what went through in his mind as you glanced at him. However, whatever it was, it pushed Rin to get his face closer to you.

Then, before you could even react to it, Rin pressed a light kiss on top of your forehead.

It was soundless in the way it was surprising. Your eyes were wide as Rin pulled away and returned to his previous position. This time, the red hue and his inability to look you in the eye returned. Looking towards anywhere but you, Rin perched his chin on top of his palm.

“Hurry up and study,” Rin ordered once again. “I will accompany you today, so stop whining.”

There was a prime chance for you to tease him about not practicing instead. Yet, for a solid 30 seconds, all your brain had become was a mush and an incoherent noise. Rin probably should take some responsibility and you should demand so—

Yet, you could only smile and return to your study. Hooking your ankle with one of Rin’s just so you could feel him close still.

“You owe me a kiss and a treat after this.”

“I bought you coffee already.”

“Oh, Rin—come on, I need motivation—”

“Fucking finish it first.”

Afterward, you pulled out a miracle by finishing everything within 3 hours and the rest was history.

#bllk imagines #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #blue lock rin #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #bllk rin #itoshi rin fluff #rin fluff #bllk scenarios #idk why it turned out like this but no matter how bad this is i hope it cheered u up whoever u r #i just want to write bf rin who tries to cheer you up and then took an old premise and reworked it sksksk now im sksksk #but i really want to cheer someone up. so here is my attempt #for once not scheduled we ball (i will runaway immediately after this sksk) #check later i need to gether courage

[lilmashae]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — smut (so +18)

cw: titty!fuck, massage-therapist!reader, manipulation(?), power!dynamics, slow-ish — 2/4 plot + 1/4 spice + 1/4 smut, not proofread!, cliff-hanger, smut (so 18+)

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this felt strange, so cliché — like something out of an old porno.

"you look nervous..." smiling, you continue to finish arranging your set up, "it's your first time, right?"

"e-excuse me?" anyone would assume when a beautiful woman asks them that.

"it's your first time with a masseuse, right?" you pop your gum, leaning against the cabinet, turning around to face him.

he swallowed dryly before nodding — that's what you meant. "yes... is it obvious?" an awkward chuckle leaves his throat as he rubs the back of his neck. this is somehow embarrassing. you stare him up and down before walking over to lay him down. "i like to think i'm pretty good at my job. 'don't worry, i don't bite." you wink, and he can already feel himself getting hard.

you begin with feather-light-touches, trailing down his spine — finding knots and occasionally pressing, "how's that, hm?" he winces, gasping and taking a sharp breath. "good..." your hands are warm as you circle the same spots, coaxing and applying pressure. "more like this?" your voice is sing-songy and laced with honey — with each movement he makes a different noise, squirming and breathing heavily. he's cute, you think to yourself.

you lean down to his ear once you're finished, hands firmly grasped onto his shoulders. "turn to the front for me, sweetheart." you smile.

"ah — sure." he told himself to stay calm, you wouldn't notice the twitching bulge from under the towel covering his cock. sure, he felt bad. but how could he help it? he couldn't, not when you were so pretty, and your hands roamed so lightly across his skin.

you turn around, allowing him to comfortably reposition — he layed there looking up as you stood over him. "you're so stiff..." you start rubbing at his sides, "relax f'me.. move your arms, please." you say, grabbing his hands and removing them from his crotch-area. "there you go." slyly smiling again, you watch as he gulps — seriously nervous. much like with his back you begin with light touches on his chest, you steadily trail your hands down to his abdomen. gently, you press on his stomach before transferring to his sides, massaging and kneading. somewhere in doing all of this you lean over him with your tits spilling out the hem of your uniforms unbuttoned top. you take both you thumbs and massage either side of his v-line. pulling your hands up to his shoulders your met with a moan as your fingertips brush past his nipples. it makes you laugh to yourself. "you're really sensitive, aren't you?" you hum, still dragging your hands across his body. "u-uhm, i guess so — mpf! y-yeah... i'm pretty sensitive." he sucked in a sharp breath of air as he felt your hands lower. "w-what are you—" "sh... baby, i'm a professional, right?" he nods, this feels wrong. he so desperately wants you to touch him but he can't shake the feeling of getting caught. "mhm, that's right..." you're hands get lower by the second, reaching the towel covering his raging boner before gently pulling it off. " 'this alright...?"

"y-yes, please..."

"please what? i'm just giving you a massage, honey." he sighs, nearly shaking as your fingers tip-toe-dance around his bulging dick. "touch me!"

"i'm sorry, could you be more specific?"

"fuck!" he's starting to feel frustrated. " 'want your hands on my cock, 'wanna fuck your tits, 'want you to play w'me, please, anything!"

suddenly, the unsure feeling in his chest fizzled down — he just wanted to shove his cock between your tits, and you'd be a bad masseuse, leaving your client tense, right?

so you unbuttoned your shirt — all. the. way. you were left in your bra, sinking to your knees as he sat up. "relax..." you rubbed his thighs a bit before sticking out your tongue, swirling it around his mushroom-headed-tip that was leaking precum. abruptly, you shoved his whole cock down your throat before detaching fully with a 'pop!' sound effect. "shit," he whimpered, his hands exploring your hair, " s'so pretty..." and you placed a sloppy kiss onto his lips before spitting onto his cock and squeezing yourself around him. "f-fuck! ah, it's s'so warm and soft... 'tits s'perfect — mpf! ah, shit..." you began bouncing your tits on his cock. you could feel the saliva and pre-cum trickle between your boobs and you let out a breathy giggle. "oh, baby..." you hummed as he continued to writhe underneath you, bucking his hips into your skin. " 'so cute... you're such a desperate, sensitive boy... 'so cute, bunny."

this is intended for whoever you choose! however, i wrote this with the following characters/people in mind:

sanji, armin, jungwon, konig, leon kennedy (re4), soobin, han jisung

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[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry au — arrange marriage but with a twist.

Harry Potter wakes up in the body of a villain. A character in an otome game that his goddaughter liked to play. He, being the only one without any kids of his own — always volunteered to take care of her whenever Ron and Hermione finally got some free time together. Thus, they remained really close for years. Even after she grew up she stayed in contact with Harry. And so he knew all about her new obsession.

It was a game where the main character got to choose from six different male leads. They all had their own storyline and apparently it was really popular. It was a story about how this mc, who is a powerful witch — end up winning the heart of the male lead while winning over the kingdom. Because common blood witches/wizards are rare and mostly scorned upon due to not having pure bloodline. And Rose wouldn't stop talking about how interesting it was.

Harry's goddaughter liked everything about the story except one character.

He was the most popular yet the most controversial character; the mad emperor called Voldemort. And there was a reason why he was so popular yet so damned controversial. And no — it was not because of his penchant to torture or order an execution in the bat if an eye. Nope, apparently hot, evil characters tend to be popular anyway, but it mostly was because how no one was able to win his route. Ever.

Voldemort's, or better known as the mad king's — is a route no one ever won. So many people tried, and even begged asked the game developers to give them a hintof how to win his route but apparently they didn't budge and stayed tight lipped about Voldemort's route. Everyone tend to die on his route no matter the choices, no matter what actions you took and no matter how different it was from the last choice. Your character would. just. keep. dying.

But there was one thing that remained common in all of Voldemort's storylines. And it was the main villain. Voldemort's husband. Even when you aren't playing the main game; Voldemort's husband is always trying to make your life hell. So, everytime you win a routine the husband dies a horrible death. Mostly executed by Voldemort himself.

In Voldemort's own route, however — it was different. And how different Harry never got to ask his goddaughter because now he was fucking dead.

And now, here he is. Stuck. In. The. Body. Of. The. Main. Villain. Of. A. game he doesn't even know the name of, for fuck's sake.

Yes, this is a story about how Harry dies and wakes up in the body of a villain who is set up for an arrange marriage with a king who is apparently so hard to win over that even the most likable persons, the main fucking character even — is not able to win him over. So how would, Harry in the body of Harry Evans (they even share the same damn first name, what the fuck.) would win over the husband who's job is to basically kill him after every happy ending? Harry doesn't know.

Cue to Harry doing everything to not die in the hands of Voldemort while trying to figure out how to befriend the mc so he doesn't die due to natural disaster through karma for looking at fate's darling (mc) the wrong way. Also, cue to Harry derailing the plot so hard that the title of the story changes after he is done.

#another isekai plot with tomarry lmao #i love them #i have so many ideas for this au #but other than that #yes it is an otome game au #and you can imagine the 'mc' to be whoever u want #but either ways #follow #harry potter #on this journey of #winning Voldemort over lmaoook #tom riddle #tomarry #harrymort

[miyaur]

ngl been thinking ab getting fucked dumb by stressed out boyfriend (or husband be creative idc). usually during intimacy, he was so vanilla with you, the small moments you have together and your pleasure matters the most. honestly your pleasure is his, biggest kink is your body and whatever gives you the most pleasure. but today wasnt the brightest, not the greatest day, definitely the worst, everything imaginable that was bad happened, he just couldn't take it 'till he got home, seeing you sitting on the couch with a smile, after waiting such a long time, you see your significant other, but he didn't have a smile across his face, no, more like a mad expression, but didn't want it to get to you. so he just tried to not talk to you, instead of what he thought would happen; you not bothering him about it anymore. you instead tried to help, and he thought of something that you could help him with. here you are, legs on his shoulders, harsh thrusts that made you moan into the fingers in your mouth, "you like that don't you? naughty slut. you deserve all the punishment i'm giving you now. don't back out now." the belly bugle on your tummy, how easy it was for him to slip in and out of your hole, it can describe already how many rounds you've gone through, and all he said he wouldn't stop 'till sunrise.

sorry for lack of posts tryna finish single dad genshin men with seperatw characters or might just do the scenario and say oh these characters would do this, anyw love yall ill get to my reqs soon, just sit tight bro

#this can be whoever u want honestly loll #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin drabbles #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #valorant smut #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #hxh smut #hxh headcanons #hxh x reader #bsd scenarios #bsd smut #bsd imagines #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x you

[detectiveforfree]

whats the point of being a baby/teenage costumed superhero if u?? cant have fun on one day when wearing costumes?? is a requirment????

also extra barry&hal, before i realized that barry is canonically pouty when his sidekick is stolen by green lantern lol

#wally west #kid flash #dick grayson #robin #dick & wally #dc #you cant argue with me that circus brat dick grayson who most likely observed many cultures would not take wally his new shiny best friend #on an offer of having fun during halloween?? with colorful costumes and candy and a lot of anonimity to be whoever you want??? #all of their outfits are also perfectly functional so they could just drop everything and dive into action if need arise #imagine a tiny superman fighting like batman/robin and a baby green lantern running faster than a blink #alfred and iris helped make the costumes. batman was very against it but he was worn down by double puppy eyes and is secretly finding it #adorable while barry is finding it adorable very loudly

[baby-yongbok]

These pictures have me thinking about late night dates with Chan. Grabbing a drink and just walking around, holding hands, and giggling like teenagers. Stopping at every spot that you think looks pretty to take pictures of each other. You both hype each other up, dishing out compliments like candy as you pose for your partner. Singing songs and dancing under the moonlight until you find the perfect spot to relax and soak up each others company. Talking about your day, your dreams, your fears, whatever comes to mind. Kissing each other softly while wrapped in each other's arms. Making memories under the stars.

#I want it #but it can only be a daydream #i hope that whoever gets it soaks it in #skz #stray kids #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids x y/n #bangchan skz #bangchan #bang christopher chan #chris bang #stray kids bangchan #stray kids bang chan #stray kids bang chan fluff #bang chan x you #bang chan fanfic #bang chan x reader #bang chan scenarios #bang chan stray kids #bang chris #christopher bang #bang chan #bang chan fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz smut #stray kids smut #bangchan smut

[crippled-peeper]

it’s literally so funny how whenever I talk about my cis ablebodied friend the biggest saddest fucking losers alive on this site start sending me hate anons like “so you literally love cis men more then trans women? wow disgusting” with absolutely 0 self awareness

#just say you think trans men only exist for your personal use and get the fuck off my blog lmfao #I’m going to be friends with whoever I want actually because I’m a human person who lives in the real world and has his own feelings etc #I’m not just your personal fucking punching bag sorry!!!! #imagine seeing random strangers being friends with each other and thinking ‘ugh twansmisogyny :/‘ and you aren’t even a fucking trans woman #ugly fucking ppl on here

[sunatsubu]

touch: cold vs tender

#lolzz this was meant to be simple hand practice and then of course got carried away #myartdbh #hankcon #or at least implied #though feel free to imagine whoever you want for right one #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh amanda #detroit become human #first time posting gifs hoooopefully nothing gets screwed up #rk800

[eryanlainfa]

He is so cute look at him

#squishes his cheeks #kisses his face #mwah mwah #eryart #wip #I think I'll color him later and you can imagine whoever you want holding his face #idk- we'll see #Vat7k varian #tts varian

[f-riedeggy]

MASTER RIZZERS GIVE YOU  🫵 LOVE ADVICE ‼️‼️

non gif versions under cut (also my commissions are open!! page linked in bio)

#digital art #ibispaint #fanart #nijisanji en #luxiem #luca kaneshiro #shu yamino #you can imagine whoever you want behind the screen. who knows maybe lucas giving it to shu and these are after and before pics

[commsroom]

i want eiffel and minkowski to go camping together so bad, like i know minkowski loves camping. eiffel loves the idea of saying he's going camping. eiffel loves the romanticized pop culture version of camping he imagines in his brain, where he gets to listen to music by the fire and eat smores. eiffel wants to feel like a rugged outdoorsman but, like, with access to modern comforts.

minkowski is actually outdoorsy and likes some challenge, so to her "camping" means long hikes and roughing it as off-the-grid as she can justify. eiffel cannot be taken off grid. eiffel's favorite outdoor hobby is handing someone one of his handmade walkie talkies and being like, okay, stay here, i'm going to drive in that direction and see how far i can radio you from. eiffel is out there building stuff out of their camping equipment to see if he can pick up signals. but when he's actually supposed to set up his tent, he can not do it. maybe he lost some of the parts along the way, but he keeps making it worse, and even minkowski can't salvage it. then it starts pouring rain on them, because of course it does.

eiffel sleeps in the truck and cramps his neck up so badly, and when he wakes up minkowski gives him black coffee and trail mix for breakfast and he looks at it so despondently that she's like ugh, fine, nevermind. and they give up and get breakfast at denny's and go home. and eiffel is like oh thank god, hot water, indoor plumbing, my own bed, i'll never take this for granted again <- guy who spent literally one night in the woods, and also years stranded in space.

#wolf 359 #w359 #doug eiffel #renee minkowski #i'm imagining this has to be because minkowski already had a trip planned but whoever she usually goes with (lovelace?) had to cancel #and eiffel was like hey i haven't been camping in years. and she's like really... you want to go? <- doubt #but she doesn't want it to go to waste and it's safer not to go alone. so... #and then they get there and he starts complaining and she's like yeah. of course. what was i thinking. #and he realizes how much he hates everything about camping. #undecided on how hera would feel about camping if she could. i think she'd like to try at least but #i don't think she'd be intense about it. eiffel's version of camping is probably preferable like not even camping. anyway in this case #i'm imagining she's just like oh you guys are home early and they have the most dead-eyed expressions like they've seen the Horrors

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Hi, yes I please enjoy this smut drabble that came to my mind for no reason other than I think of Sero often and what he would do

cw: sero x afab!reader, mirror sex, creampie.

“Why do you have such a large mirror in your bedroom?”

That is what everyone always asks. The people - friends and family, acquaintances at times too -  whether they be lucky to get a grand tour of your beautiful home during a holiday or summer barbeque, or they were there to enjoy a chill Saturday night at your place, whenever they would glance into your master suite and see it the question would be uttered.

You always had your reasons, excuses though they may, lined up and ready to go once that dreaded question was uttered; often times the answers left your lips before your brain could think to utter them. 

The main go-to response was usually for getting dressed. That a large mirror like that was a practical item in making sure outfits looked right; a larger mirror makes it earlier to see everything from head to toe, and from different angles after all. Can’t go to work or out for some fun without making sure the outfit looks cute, right? 

Usually, that was more than enough to satiate their curiosity; everyone had a mirror in their bedroom for that reason after all. But some people never were fully convinced, and they would probe again over the gigantic size - surely someone wouldn’t need one THAT big for just outfits?

To which, you had a planned response for it too. Mirrors in the style you wanted were hard for you to find when you were furniture shopping; either the material was wrong, the shape of the mirror was not idea, or the size was too extreme on either end. And well, you figured if could only get two out of the three things of your ‘perfect mirror wishlist’ it only made sense to forgo size and get the style and sturdy material.

Some would end there, shrugging their shoulders and just agreeing with you on that statement; furniture is after all hard to get perfect unless you were making it - and they all knew you were not a master furniture maker. But some, like your nosiest friends, would still prod further - to ask why you would go so large instead of smaller.

The phrasing would almost always make you giggle, but nonetheless, you kept up your composure; simply stating that it was all due to the layout of the bedroom. It was no surprise that your master suite was much larger than the other bedrooms in your abode. And with all the extra space, you would have to find some way to fill it. A smaller mirror would just emphasize just how large and almost barren the room was, by adding a ginormous mirror it helped fill the space and keep things in order - feng shui and all that.

Every single question, every single poke, and prod at your choice in decorating was always handled with grace and a reason - especially that comically large, wide, mirror that sat on the far wall across your bed. It was simply something that made sense and ended up fitting well into the grand plan of your home.

You could never fess up that it was your boyfriend who wanted it.

When you both bought the beautiful home, Sero allowed you to do as you pleased; to decorate the place how you saw fit. He claimed you had a better eye for it, but it was mainly because of how cute it was to see you excitedly come home every day with something new to add. But when it came to your bedroom, he had only one request. Well, more like one stipulation. That you could make it as pretty as you wanted, but he was the one to choose the mirror. 

And when he came back home with that mirror, one that stood taller than him, you knew the reason why.

And that reason was why you had to make excuses, why you had to tell little white lies to get people off the subject because it was simply too embarrassing for you to say; a topic your poor little self couldn’t handle discussing.

It was because you always looked so pretty when you came.

Sero loved having you sit in his lap, legs spread over his own to gain the perfect view of your cunt for both your eyes to feast on, as his fingers stretched you out. How his other hand would force yours in place as you watched your own essence dripping down your thighs, how they would shake uncontrollably as he skillfully built you and kept you there for what seemed like hours.

And when you would whine, beg and cry so pretty for him for some form of release he would simply chuckle, kissing your temple, and murmur into your hair  “Can’t cum unless you look, sweetheart” 

It would take all your might to pry your eyes open, to meet his briefly before staring down at your abused and aching pussy. Only then would he finally give you what you wanted. “That’s it, pretty girl, look at you. Look at how pretty you are.”

But of course, that was never enough for him. He loved watching how your little hole took his cock; loves seeing it stretched and drooling as he bullies his way in. Loves seeing your wreaked face as you struggle to keep up, to allow him in, as broken moans ring like a sweet melody in his ear.

“Look at you, taking me so good. No one can take my cock like you can baby, no one. Look at how well you’re taking me gorgeous, come on.”

He taunts you whenever you try to hide, hips stilling their delicious friction until you have to look. Your need for release overpowered any kind of shyness you held, and he always uses that to his advantage as he whispers praises in your ear; the tickling sensations added to your heightened senses and sending you repeatedly over that heavenly edge.

The night always ends with him getting too enraptured by it all; too compelled by your cries of his name - so broken and sweet it drives him wild. To the point where that wonderful glass is pressed against your skin, the cool sensation is a stark contrast against your abused and heated flesh of your face and chest, as pins you against it. Hips unrelentingly pounding into you and the sounds of flesh meeting yours filled your ears as your moans fog the glass. 

It is only now that you are gifted the sight of him; of how his face changes and contorts to the pleasure you give him; truly a shame you are so far gone to truly appreciate it.

And when he finally cums, finally fills you up in the way he knows you crave and allows your poor body the respite it needs from his pleasurable assault does he sit you back in his lap to watch as his milky cum drips out of you.

Yeah, you guess you could say it's best to come up with an excuse for the mirror in your bedroom.

#i wrote this with sero hanta in mind #because lets face it yes he would #but really any of your faves would do this #so you can imagine whoever you want my lovelies #it all works #sero hanta x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #sero x reader #sero hanta smut #sero smut #smut drabble #mha smut #bnha smut #sero drabble