#add that bottom

[luvmoonie]

i am telling yall i will never escape the sassy submissive charming blonde man apocalypse

[keferon]

Snow bots au anyone? :D

They're back together a year later because it's snowing again❄️

All right! For context: I imagine them hanging out every winter in some kind of resort (a resort that Blurr owns. Because his bar business has expanded that much over time.)

[arielluva]

goodnight, himemiya

[thedropsofblood]

Come on fuck me emo boy

Warnings: Semi-public sex, risky sex, handjob (user receiving), deny of climax, implied prep, both char and reader are in the final year of high school.

As the school's quiet kid, he doesn't have much going for him. His grades are completely average, he doesn't have any social connections, if anything, he's kinda boring. Then how the fuck did he bag an angel like you?

That's probably what the other students think of when they heard of you and him being a couple. But have you ever heard of the phrase "never judge a book by its covers"? Yeah, your boyfriend was a completely different person outside of school.

A closet full of black band t-shirts, tight jeans, leather jackets. A room filled with band posters and a black electric guitar placed neatly in the corner. He was a complete and utter emo. You might as well have two boyfriends with how different he was at school compared to behind close doors.

What was supposed to be an innocent little shopping trip at the nearby mall, turned into a fuck session in the back of his parents' car in the parking lot. You internally thank whoever created the black window tint because without them, you're sure at least three people would've seen you guys by now.

He kept you close to his body as he thrust up into you, gritting his teeth to keep himself from groaning and biting onto your neck. He hated how he had to refrain from leaving any marks on your body, he couldn't bring himself to get you in trouble for his actions though, so he kept his mouth busy by sucking onto your nipple instead.

Your hand gripped onto the back of his neck, the other covering your mouth as the back of your head rested on the window. Pre-cum leaking out and onto his black t-shirt, one of his hands reached down to stroke your cock, his thumb covering your tip right before you could finish.

You grits your teeth, your legs shaking as eyes widened. He had the audacity to continue on, even when he was blocking you from the sweet relief of cumming. It was overstimulating, but god, was it hot coming from someone like him.

You tried to say something but all that came out was meaningless blabbering being cut off by moans and whimpers. His free hand moved to put your leg on his shoulder, he picked up his pace as his breath grew heavier, leaning in to kiss you and greedily drink up your moans like a hungry man.

Right as he was about to cum, he pulled out at the same time as he lets go of your cock, watching breathlessly as your torso and the seat underneath got stained. He leaned in to give you a deep kiss, seemingly happy and content with his relationship with you.

A/N: This was so short and rushed blame my sleepiness, I might do a part 2 on this bc I love the idea of this char sm, also guess who just realized they spelled the original tag wrong all along?

[batbabydamian]

collecting every one of Damian's "TT" with Dick in hearing range

Batman and Robin (2009) / Grayson (2014) #12 / Blackest Night: Batman #3 / Nightwing (2016) #29, 16, 17 / Batman (1940) #700, 706, 711 / DCU Halloween Special 2010 / Justice League of America (2006) #41 / Secret Origins (2014) #4 / Batman: Streets of Gotham #6 / Red Robin #11 / Batman and Robin (2011) #10 / Batman Inc (2012) #8 / Robin: Son of Batman #7 / Detective Comics #968, 975, 1000 / Batman (2016) #34 / Suicide Squad (2016) #26 / Dark Nights: Metal #3 / Batman: Alfred Pennyworth RIP / Batman: Urban Legends #21 / Batman: Gotham Nights (2020) #12 / All New-Batman: The Brave and the Bold #13 / Damian: Son of Batman #1 / The Boy Wonder #1 / Robins #5, 1

inspired by Dick doing the "TT" in Nightwing (2016) #121

[onlyyvette]

idk why but i just needed to get this off my chest :p

warnings: a little bit of corruption + dom reader + handjobs

Personally, I absolutely love the idea of having a "straight" guy as one of your favorite bros. The two of you have such a good relationship, always meeting up at the gym with each other, bringing an extra water bottle for the other, hanging out at each other's home, great stuff. Until he brings up the idea of blowing off some steam by jerking each other off. Like bros though, of course.

And like a good friend, you agree because that's what bros do! Totally not because of his perfectly sculpted arms, that big and bouncy chest, and thighs that would absolutely crush you between them. Of course not.

Little do you know, your bro has been struggling with a little crush on you. By crush, he means that he needs you to fuck him so hard he breaks. He always thought he was straight, never even gave it much thought besides the guys he would see once in a while that he would find hot if he were a girl. That was until the moment he saw you half-naked in the showers, his eyes nearly glued to you unclothed dick. He couldn't help but feel a throb himself while he ogled your form.

Of course he was still straight! It was only normal that a male would want to size up another male, just guys being guys. And it's pretty normal for guys to jerk off together, right?

Maybe he was wrong.

He can barely keep up with your precum slicked hand moving up and down your cocks, he's too busy whimpering and fucking up into your fist. He's letting out whines of Bro, slow down and Too much, if only he could hear himself, how pathetic he sounds nearly losing his mind just from getting jerked off by another man, his bro.

He's so damn sexy like this, his brows scrunched up as he holds back his tears. Beads of sweat roll down his flushed and panting face. You might pull on his dick a little too hard, but he's so cute you can't help yourself. His eeks of pleasure only worsens(betters) his situation.

By the time he's already shot his load, another one upcoming, you finally release. As his mind tries its best to unscramble itself, he can't help but want to do something like this again, or even go further. You may call him gay for it, but you have to understand, right? It's just bros helping out bros.

[fischlich]

every time i draw vineta there is always a suspicious lack of water. anyways planty ara

[bred-is-a-dumb-name]

Anyone remember that drawing challenge from a while ago where you would draw your otp or OCs as the go for it nakamura cover??? Yea well I like the second Manga covers pose a lot more so I did that...also it's klapollo <3

[hornytdickthoughts]

you have been using commands for a while spontaneously but decided that I’ve been such a good puppy that I’m ready for my puppy training

sit

sit pretty

stay

freeze

hush

spread

lay down

bend over

present

lift

flip

open

lick

suck

bark

cum

yes good boy, good puppy

and once I learn how to listen well, start our clicker training, using sound association

and if I get good at that, teaching me to associate commands with hand motions, so that all it takes is a simple movement to make my foggy puppy brain to take over

I’m just your dumb little puppy who wants to be good for you always

[peculiardiction]

Starfire is always so pretty it doesn’t matter who draws her, designed by Aphrodite herself istg

[soepwashere]

I was rereading the rise comics recently and I feel the need to point out that Mikey is carrying Raph and Leo on his shoulders so casually in these panels

[m4dainsari]

special episode 5 sketchbook stuff

[boytransmission]

Stupid boy no. 185… took these on my camcorder, love that thing a lot

$app <3 Wishlist <3 Top surgery fund

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

♡ Aftermath ♡

Simon Riley x Female Reader

You find yourself against the shower wall in the midst of a second round because— well, it's never one and done with you two, is it?

Y'all encouraged it, so here it is: a follow-up to Release! Highly recommend reading that first for context, but you won't be too lost without it tbh. This one includes more focus on you ;) Enjoy!

Posted on: 2/7/25 | Words: 2,073 | Tags: fempov, shower sex, foreplay/build up, fingering, breast play, cunnilingus, very minor pregnancy scare, standing doggy, mild choking, mutual orgasm

We’ve got some work to do, Ghost had said as you extracted yourself from the slippery table and honest-to-god waddled, like a penguin, with your hand cupped between your legs over your cargos as if that’d somehow stop the mess from flooding your ruined panties.

Apparently that work was worth putting off another couple of hours.

Ghost has you pushed up against the wall of the shower, the cold, slick tile pressing to your warm skin as water cascades around you both. His stubble is rough, no doubt leaving behind pink marks on your chin and underneath your bottom lip as he licks into your mouth like he's making it his mission to claim your insides.

As far you're concerned, he already has.

Steam obscures half of your vision when you open your eyes. Simon's chest is rising and falling rapidly, the skin dashed with lines of scars and dotted with healed bullet holes. His hands, previously holding your waist to keep you from slipping back, cup your breasts and lightly squeeze, thumbs rubbing over your hardened nipples.

You tangle a hand in his short blonde hair and bite your bottom lip. It's far too late to reel yourself back in. The calm and controlled soldier everyone knew you as was shattered in Ghost's eyes; you were sure of it. He's the only one to see that facade falter— the only one to snap your resolve, lose you in pleasure, and make you nearly beg for more. And in a way, it isn't one-sided.

Ghost's brown eyes are intense when they meet yours. The way he's looking up at you is foreign. Where he usually towers over, he's bent now, his face inches away from his grasping hands as they squeeze, release, and squeeze again. While it isn't direct stimulation, nothing compares to the heat buzzing between your legs— itchy, almost, with need. That's the only way to describe the feeling: as if it's a deep scratch in need of relief, pulsing with heat and blood and the primal urge to soothe.

But Ghost must understand this. You only know it, because he seems to be purposefully holding off from doing what you want. The bastard.

Your hand tightens in his hair and you watch as a subtle grin grows on his kiss-bitten lips. Christ, as if the mask wasn't bad enough, he's even more attractive under it; No room to speculate on what the crinkles of his eyes mean; You can see exactly the type of amused expression he proudly sports.

“Simon.” You huff.

“Mm?” Ghost hums, playing dumb. He kisses the side of your breast, then flicks the tip of his tongue over your nipple and grins again when it knocks a puff of air from your lungs. Sensitive, your body screams. Go too long without stimulation and look what happens— you react like a virgin now. How embarrassing.

Ghost's breath isn't as warm as the steam or water, but it still tingles your skin as it travels further down. He's a bit clumsy as he fits himself between your legs. The shower isn't exactly made for two people, what with the built-in lip of a tub surrounding the small square of space, but he somehow manages to sit, kneeling, on the backs of his ankles as his broad body forces your stance wider.

Water runs down Ghost's back and flicks droplets off the top of his head onto your skin. It makes his hair stick to his face, so your thumb idly brushes away the front strands to expose that amused, hungry gaze of his again. Except he's no longer looking up at you— his focus is entirely captured by the mess still leaking from your pussy.

Ghost's cum, inside of you, dripping down the insides of your thighs, getting washed away bit by bit from the droplets tracing your flushed skin— you realize you're blushing from head to toe, even though compared to all the other things (namely, potentially alerting the team as you screamed and came on his dick earlier), this wasn't much to get worked up over. But it's the thought of being marked in a way you never obtain, so intimate and risky, fuck, it didn't even occur to you once that your coupling was unsafe. Sure, neither of you are getting laid around here— that's half the reason you climbed him like a tree the second he caved— so there's no real transmission risk.

Pregnancy, however?

You push the thought away as soon as it strikes. There's no way in hell that can happen. You won't let it. You won't—

A sharp pain in your inner thigh rips you from your spiral.

Ghost's eyes are curious, but his expression is concerned. His thumbs rub soothing circles into your hips as he stares up at you questioningly. Before he has a chance to ask, you stammer,

“I-I'm not on the pill.”

Ghost’s expression doesn't waver. In fact, his lack of reaction just makes the panic tightening your chest feel all the more restricting.

After far too many tense seconds of silence, Ghost lines his fingers up to your entrance, pointer and middle pressed tightly together, and he murmurs,

“Let's get it out then, hm?”

You hardly have time to process what exactly he means before his fingers plunge in, slickened by the cum, yours and his, and the wetness already inside. At this angle, the pads of Ghost's fingers rub right over that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of your quivering walls. Gasping, you throw your head back against the tile wall and hope to god your legs don't give out beneath you as he makes a scooping motion with his fingers while he sloppily thrusts them in and out. Each curl sends shocks of electricity to your core, the buzzing, itching need deep within you returning insistently within seconds.

The bastard.

You bring your hand up to your mouth to cover it— an action you probably should've thought of prior to the shower. Your hips buck uncontrollably, twitching with unreleased energy as Ghost builds a steady rhythm, in and out, the sounds sloppy over the rushing of the water, lewd in ways that make your brain feel like it's going to turn to mush.

And then you decide to look down.

Not only is the squelch of your cum-soaked pussy loud enough to hear, but so is the equally hot sound of Ghost's hand on his cock, which pumps in time with each thrust of his other fingers. It's a bit uncoordinated, but his focus is strong. If it weren't for the shower, a sheen of sweat surely would be forming over his tense, rippling muscles and veiny arms. Ghost’s eyes are half-lidded, but they close as he leans in and runs the tip of his tongue over your clit.

You jolt, groaning, and he does it again, tonguing the sensitive nub in slow circles. The stimulation is so direct it’s almost painful, but you don’t stop him. God, you’d be insane to.

Ghost’s tongue goes flat while his fingers curl in, the wall vibrating with the sound of a thump as the back of your head hits it. Eyes squeezed closed, you feel your thighs trembling as your orgasm builds and builds. What finally pushed it over the edge, the final straw that has you grasping at Ghost’s hair and gasping for air, is when he seals his lips over your clit and sucks while he flicks his tongue rapidly back and forth.

Your pussy spasms, each pulse clenching down around his thick fingers while they rub and rub and holy shit you might actually pass out from this—

“St-Sto- ah!” You push at Ghost’s head as the pleasure turns into a sting of overstimulation, and reluctantly, he tips it back to look up at you, an expression of pure hunger in his eyes. A second later, his fingers follow, which then join his hand as it grips your hip tightly. Ghost stands up, his body knocking yours in his scramble. You have no idea what he’s planning, but he’s feral about it, spinning you around against the tile so fast that your feet lose their balance for a second or two. But it doesn’t matter because Ghost is there to catch you, to steady you, as he always is.

You can’t recall a time where he wasn’t there for you.

Ghost’s stubble is rough on the juncture between your left shoulder and neck. He bites down gently, teeth scraping the skin lightly; a message that he could mark, but he won’t.

But Christ, you really, really wished he would.

And then his tip is at your pussy, clumsily rubbing between the folds and over your clit. You reach a hand down, but only the tips of your fingers can actually touch at this angle. Regardless, you manage to guide him in, and it’s a long, smooth slide that’d embarrass you if it weren’t for your foggy brain. A part of you internally wonders if it was his cum still slickening you up or if your body really was that greedy and easy for his cock.

“That’s it,” Ghost murmurs in your ear, his voice low, rough. He pulls his hips back by an inch and thrusts back in, hard, like he’s trying to wedge himself impossibly deeper. “Atta girl. Just like that.”

You cry out a mixture of his name and whatever gibberish your brain supplies. All you know is that you’re slurring— begging?— while Ghost fucks into you in short, sharp thrusts, chasing his own pleasure without a care in the world for yours.

One of his hands leaves your hips to rest upon your neck, his thumb in the dip of your throat. He grips lightly, but soon he begins to squeeze tighter and tighter the louder you cry out. Head fuzzy, you rest your cheek against the tile and do your best to breathe with what little oxygen he supplies you. Even without him restricting you, the air is clouded with steam, making the tiny space even hotter. At this point, water isn’t the only thing dripping down your forehead.

The slap of Ghost’s hips against yours is muffled under the water. He turns, his big, strong hands sliding down to tightly grip your waist like you’re his own personal fleshlight, and he bites down on the juncture of your neck again and sucks, teeth grazing the skin, as you feel his movements stutter. Your face is no longer against the tile, freed only briefly so that you can gasp in air and scramble to flatten yourself against the wall while Ghost grunts out an order to stay still.

Cock slipping free, you see Ghost’s arm jolting furiously as he jerks off. He slaps the tip against your ass every so often, smearing pre-cum that gets washed away a few seconds later. Ghost’s eyes are hungry, his chest heaving, and you’re no better. Christ, the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins while you arch your back and wonder, briefly, if shoving him back in was worth the risk.

You don’t have the chance to decide for long, however, because then Ghost is holding you steady and breathing out a low curse as his cock spurts short ropes of cum onto your flushed skin.

“Oh fuck,” You pant weakly.

Ghost makes a noise like he’s agreeing with that sentiment.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, letting the tension flood from your body; Tension that you weren’t even aware that you held until it became suddenly clear that the ache between your legs and in your thighs might just not be completely from desire.

Groaning, your left hand reaches for the handle and turns it, shutting off the steadily cooling water. Ghost chuckles behind you and you roll your eyes.

“What?” You mutter, unable to help a smile.

“You sore?”

You shove at Ghost’s bicep weakly and he chuckles again before stepping over the lip of the tub onto the bath mat. A towel gets wrapped around his waist, the other one getting tossed over you. With a huff, you wrap it around your shoulders and join him.

“Might need to work on your fitness regime.” Ghost comments. You realize, strikingly, that he looks at ease for the first time since you’ve met.

“I wouldn’t mind daily lessons.”

Ghost turns to you, amused.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Any specific kinks you wanna see in the future? Lemme know in an ask! As always, prompts/requests are open! Check my ficlist for more, my AO3 for additional fics, and thanks so much for reading! ♡♡♡

[thedropsofblood]

A wolf in hunter's clothing

Warnings: Dub-con, age gap (????), mostly gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, size difference, started as rough -> slightly sweet mid-way, bratty reader, overstimulation, blindfolding, implied obsessive behaviour.

Word count: 8k

Minors DNI, do not report, I WILL cry /nsrs

Isekai, the act of transporting a person from earth to a different planet, world, universe, usually of a novel or a video game. It was a childish concept that you haven't bothered and never intended to look into, until you got 'isekaied' yourself.

Unlike what your younger siblings have told you, instead of beautiful vast magical worlds filled with sub-human species and a logical storyplot, you ended up in the most boring case scenario, a fairy tale. Specifically, the "Red Riding Hood" children's book that fell out of the shelf and onto the ground next to you while you were at a bookstore.

As any normal person does, you picked up the book, hoping to put it back to it's original spot, but got your body sucked into the pages instead. To be fair, it could've been worse, so, so much worse. You luckily didn't become the new Red Riding Hood, instead, you became the older brother of the Red Riding Hood.

It's not as bad as it sounds, like, you have a loving and caring family of both parents and an adorable younger sister, as well as a grandmother who you occasionally visits for the first 18 years of your life. What more could you ask for?

The life of your younger sister, that's what you could ask for. Even if they're technically not real, you couldn't help but care for them, care for the years of family meetings, the little happy moments, the vacations, even something as trivial as a meal together. And yet, imagine how your heart sunk in once you heard your mother tell your sister to deliver the cookies to your grandmother tomorrow after hearing rumors of the hunter being on break on the same day.

It made your anxiety levels go wayhire. Your sister's and your grandmother's life depended on the hunter after all, what would happen to them if there's no more hunter? Will they die under the wolf's hands? Can you even escape this book if they die?

.

.

.

Would you be trapped here forever then? What about your family outside of this? Would they even still remember you after 18 years? Worse, what if they just, hate you now?

Why should you even leave this place if that's the case?...

You crawled onto a ball on your bed, hugging onto the soft pillow in search of even a little bit of comfort. This place wasn't real, none of this is, your world was simply a scramble of words combined together by some random old man hundreds of years back, hell, you weren't even supposed to be here, why would you care if your supposed 'sister' and 'grandmother' dies?

Yet you found yourself restless. You had an idea on what to do, god knows if it'll work, but... It'll never hurt to try, right?

You throw your pillow away and change into warmer clothes, turning off the lights before sneaking out of the house through the window, heading directly towards the bright tavern in the middle of the town.

"Brother, why are you not eating? Do you not like it?" The voice of your sister knocked you right out of your thoughts, scrambling to take a bite out of the sandwich she made for you.

"No no- it's good, it's good, I'm just thinking about what I need to get for groceries." Your sister barely bought your excuse, barely. You can still see her crossing her arms and pouting in the corner of your eyes. She was glaring at you for a few solid minutes, as if trying to pry the truth from you. With a huff, she leaned back against the chair and muttered under her breath.

"Remember to buy some candy for me while you're at it then, I'm gonna go now. I don't wanna leave grandma waiting." You let out a mental sigh of relief, ruffling your little sister's hair. "You're just as childish as ever." You chuckled.

Before you sister leaves, she jumped into your arms to give you a hug causing a small smile escapes from your mouth. Your hand reached up to pat her on the head, if you had to be honest, you don't know if you regret your deal with the hunter or not anymore.

"Shit... If I knew slacking off would get you on my dick, I would've taken so many vacations."

The hunter chuckled, leaning in to place a loving kiss on your forehead. You pushed his head back to give him a glare, well, as best as a glare could be with the blindfold covering your eyes. You barked, gritting your teeth as you tried to kick him in the stomach.

"Shut the fuck up and just get it done with already. This deal was only for my family, bastard. Bet you can't even get anyone else to get into bed with you without forcing them into shitty deals-" Your words were cut mid way when he firmly slapped you across your face, his other hand gripping your ankle and hosteling your leg onto his shoulder.

You hissed in annoyance, yet a part of you felt pride for successfully pissing the hunter off. You can only assume what his face was like right now, is he glaring down at you like a lamb in the slaughter or is that stupid smug smirk on his face away? You didn't even have time to guess twice before he shoved his fingers into your mouth with a firm "Suck."

You held yourself back from laughing when you got your answer immediately, this guy was pissed as fuck. You decided to comply anyways, sucking on his fingers and making sure to bite them lightly as you pulled back.

"Sweetheart, did nobody teach you to not play with fire?" His hand wandered down to thrust his fingers roughing into you, his other hand gripping onto your chin to muffle your noises with a kiss.

This fucking bastard didn't even give you a warning before he turned you into puddy over his fingers, you bit onto the bottom of his lips, but instead of him pulling away, he continued on, ignoring the way you clawed onto his back as if you were trying to murder him.

Your hands reach up to try and remove your blindfold out of annoyance, leading to his hand snapping up to hold your wrists together, the other one pulling out of you to unbuckle his belt. "Good boys don't disobey their orders, sweetheart." He chuckled half-heartedly.

That scratched you in the worst way possible, but before you could even react, he thrust the tip of his dick into you, stealing all the air out of your lungs. "Fucking! Ugh- Warn me!" Your nails dug onto your palm, you felt like all your body strength just disappeared into thin air.

You didn't even have time to complain about it after he thrusted fully into you, huffing at the sight of your body shaking like a leaf under him. It was adorable how your attitude went away as soon as he entered, but to be fair, you would probably be more horrified when you realized his dick made a small bump on your stomach.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead as he started moving at a fairly gentle pace. He freed your wrists to grip onto your hips, leaning forward to place comforting kisses on your neck. "Come on, let me hear those beautiful noises of yours, sweetheart."

You bit the bottom of your lip to the point of drawing blood, your hands gripping onto the bedsheets underneath to the point of your knuckles turning white. Despite your efforts, some small muffled noises still managed to escape your throat, which was enough for him to speed up his ravage with a satisfied grin.

"You're truly so, so adorable, sweetheart." He groaned, hugging you and burying his face into your collarbone. Your hand moved to grip onto his hair to try and push him away, but it barely felt like anything to him due to the lack of strength in your body. Your antics didn't last long anyways, you were already a cock-drunk moaning mess under him, and at this point, he thinks he likes you better this way.

Those thoughts made him bite your neck roughly as he threw away all self control he had, prioritizing on chasing his own pleasure instead. You wouldn't have complained if you didn't get overstimulated from that, you already came a few moments beforehand, and he didn't even give you a break from abusing your sweet spot even more.

You couldn't be bothered to try and stay quiet when you felt like you would break under him. As a warm feeling filled your stomach, you felt lightheaded as you closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down from the climax.

He pulled you into a hug, his hand patting you on the back of your head as he pulled out and rested you on your side. Before you drifted off to sleep, you felt a kiss on your cheek as he muttered something you couldn't make out.

A/N: This was supposed to be wolf X reader but I felt like writing some dilfs today, wondering if I should start writing more dilfs...

[menacingmonty]

(first time posting my art on tumblr and boy i'm wayyy too nervous about it!!!! aaaaaaa) i saw this meme on pinterest ages ago and it immediately made me think of knuxouge / the rouge + knuckles dynamic in general hehe. i just had to draw it,..,,.,. as always i meant to just do a silly doodle but im incapable of Not Being A Total Perfectionist w my art so i rendered her a lil.

oh rouge how i adore you and your echidna bf <33

alt version without filter + the og photo below the cut!!!!