#Colin Farrell smut

[barbedbetty]

Y’all I can’t find any good smutty fics featuring Colin Farrell.

Soooooo I guess I’ll be writing some.

Welcome Home 18+ - feat. The Coach from the Gentleman

[acapelladitty]

`♡° kinktober 2024! ---

☆ kink: lapdance

☆ pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Reader

☆ summary: Oz has something you want and you know exactly how to get it.

kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3

Unveiling your outfit with a dramatic flourish, you allow the long trench coat to drop to the floor as you arch your back and stand in what you hope is a sexy pose. The thin, barely there material which makes up the bra and panties set that only just covers your most intimate parts is paired with fishnet thigh-highs which cling to your lotion-soaked skin.

Giving a low appreciate whistle as he taps his fingers against the wide leather chair which houses him, Oz is clearly impressed with the look if the predatory leer which jumps into his thick features is anything to go by.

“Hmm, looking good, doll. Haven’t seen an outfit like that in a while,” he praises, his right hand falling from the arm of the chair as he adjusts the groin of his slacks. “So, what’s this going to cost me?”

Immediately found out, you bite back the laugh which threatens to break free of your lips as you instead give a quick twirl – showcasing every inch of you in the vague hopes of distracting him from his suspicions.

“You really think I would use an opportunity like this just to get something? Oz…really? Maybe I just wanted to show you a real good time.”

“I’m still not hearing the ask, sweetheart.”

“Well,” you pause to unlatch the hooks of your bra, allowing the thin material to drop to the ground as you stand tall and allow your tits to hang free in the warm air, “if I was looking for something, there’s a pretty little dress in the window of that Italian boutique that Silver St Cloud owns.”

“Cheap as hell, I’m sure,” Oz mutters and his eyes narrow at you with a definite playful edge that let you know he was still somewhat amenable to your wiles. “My wallet isn’t as thick as my gut, doll.”

“Mmm,” you shift forward to place your hands on his knees and gently spread his legs apart, “I’m sure your wallet is big and thick enough to give me what I need.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah. I’d love to touch it and feel it in my hand.”

“How’s your mouth feeling about it?” Flashing his teeth, Oz groans as you turn in place and sit pretty in his lap – making sure to press your ass against his cock as it remained trapped in his slacks.

You tilt your head back at him and sigh as his hands swiftly shift to wrap around your torso and grope at your exposed tits, the feel of his thick fingers grasping at your skin instantly making your cunt ache as you slowly rotate your ass in his lap. While a lapdance wasn’t your area of expertise, Oz was never one to complain about getting a free show and if the bulge of his cock was anything to go by, he certainly was enjoying himself.

Rubbing yourself on his wide frame like a cat in heat, the thrum of the club music which rattles the almost-soundproofed windows helps to guide your movements as you match its beat; swaying, grinding, and running your hands across his body as you work him into a subtle frenzy.

“I’m gonna fuck you silly tonight, doll. You won’t be able to walk straight.”

“Is that right Mr. Cobblepot?” Answering him with a husky tone, you drop into his lap and face him directly – wrapping your hands around his neck and pressing your tits into his chest. His thick thighs provide a solid base for you to grind on and you roll your hips against his groin, the slightly slickened panties sliding across his tented bulge in a wicked tease, “We’ll see.”

You focus on your dancing, loving how solid he feels beneath you with every slow movement that you tease across his body. His suit is a very deep purple, almost black in the limited light, and the texture of it is soft against your skin as you slip off his lap and drop to the floor – turning so that you can kneel between his spread legs.

Catching his zipper between your teeth, you pull it down slowly and enjoy the way that his chest visibly hitches as your mouth dives further to mouth at his cock through the thick material of his boxers.

“You’re a menace, doll,” Oz groans, slipping his back down a notch lower to give you all the access you need.

Smiling up at him, you drop his cock from your mouth and instead slip your hand past the waistband of his boxers – pulling his cock free with a pleased sigh as you run your fingers across the fat length. He was thick, the thickest you’d ever known, and you hum excitedly as you take in the small, pearlescent bead of pre-cum which sits prettily at his slit of his cock. You swipe your thumb across it and admire how it makes his breath stutter.

Openly groaning as you work his painfully-hard cock over with your talented hand, it’s not much of a surprise when you feel his length twitch after only a few strokes and he spills his release across your fingers with a low growl – his hand dropping past your hand to grip your tit roughly as he rides out his orgasm on your willing chest.

His cum is warm against your hand and you don’t stop stroking him until he shifts with the beginnings of overstimulated discomfort and grips your upper arm firmly to pull you back up onto his lap.

“What colour?” Oz pants, his breathing not quite yet caught back up to him.

You settle into his lap, wiping the mess of his release on the upper part of your panties, “Hmm?”

“The dress. What colour was it?”

“Red.”

“Get it, and order another in purple,” lip curling at the corner, Oz spares you a soft wink, “Deep purple. The kind that I like.”

Laying against his chest, you give him a throaty giggle as you link your fingers within his own, admiring how heavily his rings sat against your smaller fingers, “Thanks, Oz. When I get them delivered, you’ll be first in line to get another private showing.”

“Damn right I will.”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Kyle Gallner - Masterlist

Summary : All my works for this brilliant actor under the cut

Colin Gray

°Perv!Colin Gray ~ Headcanon

°Help in unexpected arms ->classmate!reader , fluff/comfort, injury, kiss

°The sweetness of the pomegranate is our love ->fem!reader, smutish, obsession, kissing

~~~~~~~~~~

Vince Schneider

°Sweetheart ->fem!reader, flirting, fluff

°Breakfast with a grumpy cloud ->fem!reader, fluff, kissing

~~~~~~~~~~

Quentin Smith

°Quentin Smith - In a relationship sfw

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James Heathridge

°Love the devil's painting ->fem!reader, kiss, darker themes, obsession

°The angel of his desires in chains ->wife!reader, smut, kidnapping, body whorship

~~~~~~~~~~

Jeremy Farrell

°Jeremy Farrell - Gif Pack

°Emo?It is love ->girlfriend!reader, hurt/comfort, kissing, cuddling

°Do you have a girlfriend ->girlfriend!reader, fluff, flirtish, kissing

~~~~~~~~~~

Cameron Coulter

°Shopping mall, feelings and foreboding ->fem!reader, fluff, mutual feelings

~~~~~~~~~~

Winston

°The soldier comes back -> fem!reader, fluff, comfort, ptsd (nightmares), emotional, kissing

°Surprise for my beloved ->fem!reader, fluff, comfort, kiss

~~~~~~~~~~

The Demon

°The Demon ~ NSFW Alphabet

°The art of consent and words ~ fem!reader, dom/sub, fluff, smutish

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Tappert

°Love in the military hospital ~ nurse!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, kissing, flirting

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[xoxoleaaaaa]

Does anyone know of a multiple x reader series with the Colin farrel penguin??? I need to be fed something other than just smut about that man he’s so fineee and ik he treats his women right like ughhhhh it doesn’t even have to be on tumblr just lmk!!!

[charlotte-wolfe]

Hi I’m Charlotte 🎀

I make smut, fluff, angst etc.

People I write about :

Ryan gosling

Chris Hemsworth

Ezra Miller

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Henry Cavill

Cillian Murphy

Penn Badgley

Paul Dano

Miguel O’Hara

Colin Farrell

Evan Peters

Oscar Isaac

Taron Edgerton

Robert Pattinson

Jake Gyllenhaal

Chris Evans

Brad Pitt

Keanu Reeves

Simu Liu

Chase Stokes

Christian Bale

Pedro Pascal

Mads Mikkelsen

If you don’t see anyone you want to see for a fan fic you can just go in my asks 🌸

I do mainly write for men but you can ask for women too 🪷

Kinks i write :

Cumming

Screaming

Gearfetish

Slapping / spanking

Squirting

Maskfetish

Blowjobs / handjobs

Masturbating

Phone sex

Moaning / whimpering

Etc.

I do have more I just need to remember them

Thank you so much for hanging out! 🌷

My master list is coming soon 💋

My first fan fic will be of Aaron Taylor-Johnson

[writingforstraykids]

Misc. Characters Masterlist🌹

Fluff: 🌹 / Angst:💭 / Smut:❤️‍🔥

Author: Moon 🌙/ Star✨/Saturn🪐/Venus💘

Work Count: 10

Carrie Fisher

Leia Organa

I love you too, princess (femReader)-🌹~✨&🌙 With Leia being scooped up in the palace of Alderaan you have to get inventive to see her again. So you decide to take your princess out on a secret date.

The perfect spot (gnReader)-🌹~🌙 As much as you hate the cold on Alderaan during winter, a certain princess never fails to warm your heart.

Colin Farrell

Percival Graves

So far and yet so close (femReader)-💭🌹~✨ You are in love with your boss, but he doesn’t quite get your intentions. Which makes your daily interactions more awkward than they should be.

Pedro Pascal (Din has his own Masterlist)

Javier Peña

Agent Whiskey

I’m here (femReader) -💭🌹🪐

Peña never thought that things would go south, but that was part of the job. Right? 

Tim Rockford

One Chance (femReader) -🪐

Jack was terrible at being professional with those he found tempting

Oscar Isaac (Poe and the moon boys have their own masterlist)

Gone missing (femReader) -🌹~🪐

Someone important has gone missing from your life. You feel as if you will never find them again. Your brightest idea was to tell Detective Rockford. 

Santiago Garcia

Scarlett Johansson

One day (femReader)-🌹❤️‍🔥~🪐

Fundraising and helping others is nice but Santiago can’t ever help himself around you. 

Natasha Romanoff

Hartley Rathaway

It’s yours (gnReader)-💭~🪐

You were rescued by a team but can you trust them? Last time you were part of a team, it didn’t go so well. 

Jack Russell

Taken too far (femReader) - 💭~✨

You walk in on Cisco freeing Hartley out of his cell, to find out what happened to Ronnie. Concerned about what might happen, you accompany them, only to witness the true extent of their rivalry. (Or in short: You are absolutely no fan of Cisco’s new addition to Hartley’s earbuds and your protectiveness causes issues of rivalry and jealousy to arise.)

Perdoname (femReader)-💭🌹~✨

You and Jack are usually doing well until he randomly disappears at certain times. Was it something that you did? Or is he hiding something?

[barbedbetty]

Welcome Home

The Coach x f!Reader

Summary: You surprise Coach at home.

Warnings: 18+, slight praise, SMUT, P in V, little rough, oral (fem receiving)

I had only been in London for a few years, but oh what glorious years they’ve been. I’d come here for a temp job in a marketing firm and when I fell in love with the city, I was looking for a permanent job. That’s when I found the Coach.

He wanted someone to help his gym with the marketing and I was eager to join his band of misfits.

Week later, I got the job.

Month later, he took me to dinner.

Six months later, and we moved in together.

He was a couple years older than me but it didn’t matter to us. He’s kind, sweet, thoughtful, and oh so gorgeous.

Today was my day off, so I decided to make his favorite meal. I also decided to wear a red dress he absolutely loves to rip off of me. A cute little number that hit me mid thigh, it has a red satin slip and slightly darker red lace on top with capped sleeves.

I was just pulling the roast out of the oven when I heard the door open.

“Evenin’ luv.” I shouted over my shoulder as I set the food up on the table.

“‘Ey luv.”

I turned and he was sighing as he dropped his keys on the coffee table and unzipped his jacket. His back was to me and I smirked realizing he hadn’t seen me yet.

I tiptoed behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

He groaned and let me rub his back for a moment before he faced me.

“Yous wouldn’t believe the d-“ he started but when he saw the dress he froze.

“Oh my days.” He grinned as he reached out to grab my hips.

He smirked and looked up and down my body.

“Could kill a man in that getup, luv.” He leaned down and kissed at my neck. I smiled and tilted my head aside, purring at the burn of his beard against my skin.

“Maybe I should take it off,” I whispered and felt more than heard him moan as he pulled me closer and sucked at my pulse making me gasp. “Don’t-dont want to kill you.”

He chuckled and I felt his hands push against me and roughly rub down my body to the back of my thighs and pick me up.

He pulled his lips away from my neck and I took the chance to kiss him as he carried me to the table.

I pushed of his jacket properly and he took his glasses off and tossed them aside. I was working on pushing his shirt up when he looked behind me at the table.

“I see you made my second favorite meal, darling.” He smirked at me as he reached up and grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it over his head.

I paused for a moment and looked behind me at the food.

“But-I thought-“

Suddenly

I felt his hands push up into my skirt and he yanked me forward. I yelped at the motion and turned back to see him drop to his knees and lean forward to nip at my thighs.

“Coach.” I moaned as he tugged my thin red panties to the side and traced his tongue up my slit.

I threw my ear back and cried out as he licked my folds. Gripping the sides of the table so hard I thought the cheap wood might splinter.

I felt him moaning as he pushed his tongue inside me for a moment, letting it flex and wiggle enough to make me feel a rush of pure euphoria before he replaced it with his thick digits.

“Thassit, sweetheart.” He panted in his thick accent. “Give it to me.”

He pushed his head forward again, licking circles around my clit making me see stars.

He was gripping my skirt tightly in one fist and staring up at me so intensely, it was too much. His fingers knew exactly where to touch me and I’m embarrassed how quickly I came, shouting his name for him.

He gently licked at me till I could breathe normally. He still had his fingers inside me and as he stood up he pushed his palm onto my clit making me gasp and grip his shoulders.

I must’ve looked a mess, but he stared down at me like I was the only person in the world.

I moaned and whimpered as he ground his palm against me.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said in a low tone. “In every room of this fucking flat.”

I shuddered and wrapped my arms around his neck nodding.

“Please, Coach.” I begged and purred as the pleasure started to make me feel bold. “I need you inside me.”

“Do you, now?” His lips quirked up a little as he grabbed the back of my neck with his free hand and started thrusting his fingers roughly inside me again. His accent was getting thicker and rougher and I knew he could feel the effect it had on me.

“Yes, yes!” I cried out as another orgasm started to build. I circled his hips with my legs and tried to pull him closer and raced my hands to his pants fumbling to get them down.

“Thirsty for it, darlin’.” He chuckled and groaned when I finally gripped his thick cock in my hand.

“Absolutely.” I whispered as I started to stroke him. He groaned and leaned down to kiss me deeply.

He stepped forward and knocked my hand away as he stroked himself, he pushed the tip of his thick hard cock against my folds and I shivered at the sensation.

“D’ya know what I love about ya, darling?” He asked as he pushed his cock against my pussy, I could feel my opening pulsing for him but he didn’t push forward anymore.

“Please.” I whimpered staring up at him.

“Shhh, luv.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Let me tell ya.”

He grunted as he thrusted in slowly, I threw my head back and moaned trying to push my hips towards him. He held my hips in a harsh grip, not letting me move at all. Once his cock hit my cervix in the most delicious way he started speaking again.

“I love-“

I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer, I whimpered as I flexed my pussy as tightly as I could around his cock. His eyes widened and his back went rigid as his length flexed inside me.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, Coach.” I panted as I kept flexing myself around his dick. “I will scream bloody murder.”

He smirked as he snapped his hips forward making me arch my back, gasping.

“As you wish.” He growled as he thrusted hard and fast, making the table shake beneath me.

I cried out and moaned, digging my heels into his ass to force him deeper inside me.

He gripped the back of my neck again and grunted and growled as he thrusted so hard and fast, I could barely catch my breath.

“Ya said ya wanted ta fuck.” He growled as he yanked my head back and started mouthing at my throat like a wild animal. “Gonna fuck ya till ya beg fa me ta stop.”

He grunted as he started slower but deeper thrusts, i clawed at his shoulders and chest but the new angle made him feel so much deeper I could barely think.

“Co-“ words seemed to fail me, all I could do was moan and cry out when he pushed his cock against my g spot making my spine tingle with an impending orgasm that might make me blind but I didn’t care.

I loved it when Coach got feral on me.

“Come fa me, luv.” He grunted as he snapped his hips faster. “I’m gonna come so deep youll feel me fa days, luv.”

“Days.” I repeated in a deep purr and started to shake feeling my own climax coming.

“Say it again.” He groaned as his rhythm faltered.

“Feel-,” I moaned squeezing my eyes shut. “Feel you for days Coach.”

He asked me to say it again but all I could register was the blood rushing through my ears and the wonderful, biting, freezing feeling of my orgasm begin in my toes and rushing through my body making me release a scream I didn’t realize I was even releasing at first.

I felt him come deep inside me less than a second later, he kept pumping his thick cock as he came. I opened my eyes and caught him watching me intently as he shivered and panted like he had just run ten miles.

I licked my lips and Coach groaned and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips before nipping gently at them.

He smiled as he pulled away and ran one of his hands through my now messy hair.

“God I love ya, baby.” He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed me again. I giggled and moaned softly which he greedily stole from my mouth.

He pushed his hands under my thighs and picked me back up.

“Where are we going?” I giggled.

“Shower, luv.” He grinned as he nipped at my skin.

“But the food!”

“Don’t ya worry, we’ll get ta it eventually.”

[finniestoncrane]

Heya! Could I please request a lil cute fic about reader telling Oz that they are pregnant? Thanks.

I really love your Oz stories 🐧 ♥

Chick

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k ok yeah i got soft for this, i didn't think it would be my thing, but like i'll do anything for ozzie ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: pregnancy, afab female reader, mostly fluff

His staff had let you in almost an hour ago, and you’d been sitting at his desk since then, waiting patiently. Or impatiently, you realised, when you noticed that you scribbled so mindlessly and with such pressure that you had gone through the scrap of paper and had managed to get ink and lines onto the no doubt expensive wood veneer of the desk. Oswald Cobblepot’s desk.

It still made you a little bit nervous to think of him as anyone other than Oz, Ozzy, your sweet, affectionate…boyfriend felt too juvenile of a term, he was older, more sophisticated. He was your…not partner, because to be honest you weren’t sure he thought of you as anything more than a fling. Sometimes, behind the smile you wore permanently when you were with him, you were concealing the worry that you were just someone to have on his arm, a trophy, some kind of status symbol among his friends and colleagues.

And now you were here about to deliver the worst news.

“Hush money? Will he offer to pay you discreetly forever? Is he going to have strong opinions on keeping it or not? Do I have strong opinions? Always wanted a kid…one that’s set for life wouldn’t be so bad. But then what if he wants nothing to do with it, them…us?”

“Hey, sweetheart! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, you been here long?”

Oswald burst into the room, jovial, charming, his presence enough to calm you usually, but now it made your stomach tighten, goosebumps forming on your flesh and a lump growing in your throat. It was difficult to look at him, but you persevered, desperate to keep things mellow, not wanting to rush yourself into delivering the news to him.

“Come sit with me, baby.”

“Urgh, had to be baby.”

You took a seat beside him, his hand instantly on your knee, the other stroking your cheek.

“Where are my manners, can I get you a drink?”

You shook your head, opening your mouth and finding that no sound was coming out.

“Hey, sweetheart, you don’t look so good…you ok?”

Again, silence, as you nodded to him, trying to force a smile onto your mouth but feeling the light sting of tears.

“Woah…oh, oh no, hey.” He shushed you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “What’s going on, kid?”

“Kid. Baby. Fuck.”

“Nothing, Oz…I’m…nothing.”

“Come on! You think I’m stupid?” Looking up at him, his smile still warm, gold tooth glinting mischievously, echoing the glint in his eyes he had when he stared at you. “Tell me what’s wrong, I can fix it.”

“You can’t fix everything, Oswald.”

A look of concern crossed his face. A mistake, calling him Oswald. You never did that. Not in the seven months you had been him, not after your first kiss when you had breathily uttered it while he held your hands.

“I suppose you might be right. But I can fix you a drink. What you having?”

“Oz, I don’t…”

“What? You’re not gonna join me? You always do.”

“I can’t, Ozzie.”

“Oh, now you can’t? Who says? How come you can’t have a drink with Ozzie? These some new rules you’re self-imposing becau-”

“I can’t because I’m pregnant.”

It just came out. Frustration at his questioning, that he wasn’t listening to you, or that you were having to lie to him? Whatever the reason, you had blurted it out into the room and immediately hidden your face into your hands, sobbing heavily at the realisation of it all. As though reality had only really settled when you had finally confessed to him.

As you sat, shielding your red face and sad, gilt-ridden eyes from the world, Oswald spoke from somewhere beside you.

“You sure?”

A sniffling mumble of a yes managed to get out, but you were nodding, so you assumed he understood your answer.

“Doctor or a test?”

“Both.” You rubbed your nose on your arm, Oz’s hand suddenly in front of your face, offering you a handkerchief.

“And I hate to ask, sweetheart. I really do. But we never…talked about…I mean, I’m one to practice exclusivity but there was no need for you to-”

“Definitely yours.”

You stared straight ahead at the wall, only aware of him in your peripheral. Swallowing your nerves, fists clenched around the handkerchief he had offered, you waited for him to speak, and you waited a long time.

“Well, I’m gonna have a drink.”

That was it. That was all he had to say? And you couldn’t blame him. A stiff drink really would help to take away the shock, the pain of this revelation. From his desk, you heard him open the little cabinet where he kept his best glasses and liquor. You waited for the familiar sounds of the ice clinking, the pour of the thick liquid into the crystal glass. But there was a sharp clink and a loud pop.

You turned at the sound, looking at Oz who stood by his desk pouring champagne into a glass.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I know it’s rude drinking while you can’t, but I’m not going to light a cigar around you and this is…this is some news!”

“You’re…ok?”

“Ok? Kid! Were you worried I’d be anything less than over the moon?”

“Oz…I was so worried.”

“Mia amata! I’ve got you, and now to boot I got a smaller version of you coming too?”

He stepped to you, taking your hand and easing you up.

“Careful, easy.”

“Oz, I’m nowhere near far enough along to be delicate.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re gonna be lucky if I let you walk anywhere. I might carry you everywhere, bridal style. Which speaking of…you got less of a reason to say no to me now when that comes!”

Laughing at his own dumb joke, he smiled wide, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, holding you close and stroking your hair.

“You’re definitely ok…happy?”

“Course I am, sugar. And now you’re stuck with me.”

[acapelladitty]

“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” for Oz in his office?

Oh, hell yeah. This fic is not OSHA compliant xx

The tinted glass is smooth against your chest as you lay your palms flat out on the observation window of his office; your upper body using the glass to steady yourself as you bite your teeth into your forearm and allow the flesh there to supress your moan.

Behind you, Oz sets a determined pace as he ruts rapidly against your ass; his every frantic stroke lighting and stoking the fire within your soaked core as you clench desperately around him.

"I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

His words are dripping with his own arousal, voice deepening as his accented syllables wash over you and, even though the tint of the glass is likely to prevent any prying eyes, the prickling shame of feeling so vulnerable and exposed makes your heated skin flush even further.

Your skirt, hoisted above your waist, is pinned in place by one of his thick hands as the other wraps around the back of your neck; keeping you in place against the glass as his hips slam against your raised ass brutally with every thrust.

"Only for you, Oz."

You breathe the teasing words out between gasps, the approaching orgasm which you can feel building within your core making your thoughts short-circuit into a delicious white haze of pleasure.

"Damn right. Only for me, baby."

He parrots the words with a possessive growl, hand slipping around your neck to pin you in place as he buries himself fully with a final, savage thrust as his own orgasm hits.

The warmth of his release, caught by the rubber as his cock twitches within you, is enough to push you over the edge as you follow his peak with your own; a broken whine slipping free of your lips while your fingers clutch at the glass, desperate to find some much-needed purchase as your walls flutter around him.

It is a short-lived orgasm, as he is quick to pull free and flip you over, his thick body pressing your own against the glass as he drags you flush against his body for a deep kiss. As the taste of him fills your mouth, your arms loop around his neck as you anchor yourself to his body to steady your shaking legs.

"Do you think any of them saw you, doll?"

His voice is low and aroused, laced with amusement as he pulls free of your kiss to ask the heated question.

"If not," dropping your hand to his softening cock, you tease him softly, "then we can always try again later. And again. Until we're sure."

[ewanfuckingmcgregor]

married to percival graves moodboard

requested

[cupcakefoggy]

First Love - a Riddleflashpenguin oneshot

Barry Allen doesn't know how he fell into bed with two supervillains.

To be fair, he didn't know at the time they *are* supervillains, and honestly, by the end of the night he wouldn't care if he did know.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28708791

[itsawritblr]

“V.A. Returns,” Chapter 2 is up!

On AO3! Contains smut!

(not as smutty as it could be, but I’m saving that for Chapters 13 & 14 of Baby, Mine. :-)

And a little Chapter 2 aesthetic!

[the-institute-promos]

➤ WANTED CONNECTION: COULD IT BE RIGHT FOR YOU?

CONNECTION TO: Juniper Preston CHARACTER NAME: Bael Harding FACE CLAIM: Colin Farrell AGE: 780 STATUS: Master or Professor, UTP SPECIES: Demon

➤ PERSONALITY

The best way to describe Bael is glib. He is the man in charge and he knows it and loves it. He enjoys being the man in charge, he likes to hold that over people’s heads much to the chagrin of the people around him.

➤ BACKGROUND

Bael was the lawyer of Juniper’s maker Colton, he is the official head of Colton’s will and trust and he’s in charge of Colton’s money which should go to Juniper, but he’s decided to make her life hell since she didn’t do anything to stop Colton’s death.

➤ HOW ARE THE CHARACTERS CONNECTED?

Bael is a big believer in karma, and not just karma, he believes he is the bringer of karma, and he wanted to bring it down on Juniper. The two aren’t each other’s biggest fans, but they can have their moments where they get along.

➤ ANYTHING ELSE?

–

Please contact Dakota to discuss this connection further.

CURRENT BAN: NONE

Main - Plot - Rules - Ask - Apply

[briarrose-promoblog]

Arik Aleshire✦35/213✦Colin Farrell✦ Open

History:

Arik was born in Germany during the time of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic wars in which Germany was starting to see great rises in their cities. With the Roman Catholic Church having a great influence on Germany he was raised with a heavy religious background. His mother was a loving and caring woman who stayed at home to care for Arik and his dying grandmother, and his father was a strong man who carried upon his shoulders the hard labor in hopes of making sure that his family survived.

Arik. oddly enough, found that it was very hard to stay nice. He questioned his families beliefs at every turn mostly to be antagonistic. He would on purposefully nit pick to create arguments because he liked to see the rise of emotion.

By the age of fifteen he had begun to torment strangers for the hell of it, mostly homeless men and women he’d coax near to him with promise of food. These were people he knew would never be missed or searched out.

After his grandmother passed his mother soon followed and he was left alone with just his father who tried his best to get along with him. It was long after that one of the people he tried tormenting ended up fighting back, and in the mix Arik was stabbed. A vampire stumbled across him and decided to save his life. Killing the vampire after he was turned, he returned home and in his blood lust also murdered his father.

Travelling about Europe, Arik returned to Germany during the rise of WWII. He first met Ava when she attempted to kill him thinking he was just some soldier wounded by the war. It was then that he made her a vampire, enjoying her violence and anger. However, she could not be controlled and eventually she left him. Disguised as a soldier once more, a family trying to save his life brought him in. During the night horrid events took place that led to him making the boy there his fledgling.

Cruelty was how he raised his fledgling, making sure that the youth knew his place below him but above others. This satisfied Arik to no end, and together they killed where ever they went. There was a small issue when Alabastor killed a witch and was taken from him. In his rage Arik went searching for his fledgling, their maker and fledgling bond allowing him to feel all of Alabastor’s pain as he suffered. After seven years he found the witches involved and threatened to destroy their very existence if they did not reveal to him where his fledgling was at. A witch relented and gave him the burial site.

After getting a hold of his fledgling Arik returned and slaughtered ever last one of them. The two decided to start over with their games, but a surprised visit from Ava did something to Alabastor who then suddenly decided to leave.  

It upset him greatly when Alabastor left him, but he let him go. He took this time alone to travel. He heard rumor of Briarrose and decided to come check it out.

Personality:

Arik is a cruel man who enjoys a good challenge. He enjoys breaking creatures just to see how they turn out afterwards, hence his hardcore conditioning on Alabastor. With an odd desire for a successor, Alabastor is the only person he had come to care for, however, he still becomes very cruel with the younger vampire, asserting his dominance and power over the youth like he’d do with many others. Despite this, Alabastor is someone he cares for no matter the case. Arik is very good at getting into peoples heads and using them for his will. Ava is the only person who he can’t control and it makes him extremely angry to know that. He is a highly intelligent man with a cool streak to him that can be unnerving. Dark, quiet, and sultry, Arik is the classic predator type male just waiting to find his next plaything. When disobeyed he is to be feared.

Kinks: ↳   UTP

Hard limits:

↳   UTP Connections:

Alabastor Dietrich-Fledgling

Ava Gunther-Fledgling

Abella Sarafina Dubios-Maker

Antony Servius-Abella’s Maker

Antoinette De Lafou-Abella’s Maker

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[dollieeat3rrr]

YALL IM SO SAD I CAN’T FIND ANY GOOD SMUT OF COLIN FARRELL’S OSWALD COBBLEPOT FROM THE BATMAN MOVIE ☹️ (pls someone send me some of that good stuff 😔)

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Idea! How would the Riddlers (and maybe Ozzy too 👉👈) react to/comfort s/o being sad because they gained a little weight and their favorite clothes don't fit anymore? (Also sorry that this is like the fourth request/prompt I've sent, but I love your writing so much)

Riddlers and Weight Gain

Riddler Headcanons oh god thank you! this was so cute, it hurt my heart, and adding ozzie in was just *chef's kiss* mostly because i know exactly what i would want from him ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: weight-gain, weight-loss, exercise, clothing, mostly fluff but some suggestive language

unburied

ok this might not be what you want to hear right now, but he can't contain the excitement. does this mean, that if you have to buy clothes in a bigger size, that he can borrow them and wear them as oversized things? he thinks he would look very cute in something big and also, everyone would know that he was with someone soft who let him borrow their things. oh sorry, you wanted comfort? why? you still look cute, and the important thing is that he is going to benefit somehow

capullo

the more of you there is, the more he can grab at. he's always been a fan of the way bodies jiggle when he ruts into them so this just makes the whole experience better. and look, so your clothes don't fit as well anymore. how is that a problem? the solution is simple: don't wear clothes anymore. you can feel perfectly fine to walk around naked in front of him, in fact it is preferable

gotham

this is nothing more than a fluctuation or a slightly different state of your body. human biology would dictate that there is no stasis in the human form. as for the clothes, what a delightful little problem to solve. to be fair, your wardrobe was rather drab. not nearly enough patterns or green. maybe this is the push you needed to become more extravagant, and he is more than happy to help you achieve that

twojar

oh would you like to be his gym buddy? he's a big fan of working out. and spending time with you, in tight clothes, getting all hot and sweaty and grunting OOF. he can make up a routine for you both! he can spot you if you'd like, and then spot you again in the locker rooms, maybe spot you in the shower cubicle too, maybe again once you're both home? or in fact, he actually knows a super good workout that requires too people and a whole lot of effort...

telltale

yes. he has noticed. and yes. he is very intrigued. look if he's being honest, your clothes could stand to be a bit tighter anyway. he hates to sound "old-fashioned" and "sexist" but he would rather you wore some form-fitting clothes that showed off your figure than the baggier things you're usually walking around in. plus whatever you think you've gained, you're carrying it well.

dano

oh! ok well his wardrobe is filled with big t-shirts and hoodies and he would be so happy to see you walking around, smelling like him. if you want, he can help you find some new clothes that suit you better. he'd spend all of his money on you, just to make you happy. but uh...if it's ok for him to say, you look extra soft and huggable like this and if it's not bothering you too much, you could consider staying that way

young justice

huh, now that you mention it, he did notice your cheeks looked extra cute and chubby lately. which he hopes you're ok with him mentioning, and that you'll let him kiss them a lot. guess what though, you could look however you wanted and to him you'd still be perfect. because you choose to be with him, and really that's all he was looking for in a partner. someone that willingly spent time with him and wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him

arkham

uh yeah, what do you want him to do? he has no idea why you've asked him for help. he's been wearing the same shirt for...how long has he been down here?...it can't really be months now, can it...? so something is tight, tear it a bit, make room. in fact, he would be more than willing to help you with the tearing clothes off of you part of that process. you're more than welcome to borrow some of his vest tops. they expose enough of him, he can only imagine how much of you they might put on display

lil bonus ozzie

hey, you're as gorgeous as you were before and as gorgeous as you'll be if you get bigger or smaller too. but if it would make you feel better, how about daddy takes you out on a shopping spree for a whole new wardrobe, huh sweetheart? and you can maybe get some cute new underwear for later so he can really get into showing you just how absolutely perfect he thinks you are