#just imagineee

[astrum-aetherium]

ya think henrys the type of fella to announce when hes boutta cum or is he a bitch who’s moans get higher pitched/louder

— flea

because i hold the strong belief that he wouldn't be outwardly verbal in bed, i think it's the sounds and his gestures that would announce his nearing orgasm to you. his grip upon you would tighten, regardless of position, long fingers digging into the flesh of your hips or your spine or your thighs or whatnot; his thrusts would become even sharper and more aimed. his face would scrunch up in exertion, nostrils flaring and mouth clamping shut in order not to produce too many revealing sounds — which wouldn't always work, and he'd still let a higher-pitched groan (or a few) slip, alongside hasty, sharpened breathing, of course.

i think the actual verbal announcements would flood out of him in a more dazed state — drunk or extremely tired — but they'd be silent; like a feeble, breathy i'm right there under his breath, concluded by a lengthy groan.

[inkbitten]

SCARAMOUCHE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND..

drabbles, hcs.

as your boyfriend, you would imagine scaramouche would be controlling and possessive. barking orders as though you are one of his subordinates. however, he gets.. soft. clingy. in public, he has his arm around your waist as he orders his fatui around. in meetings, he keeps you perched on his lap and dares anyone to say something. when the two of you are alone, he gazes at you as though you are the one who put the (fake) stars in the sky.

he's terrified that you'll leave him, whether it be through death, or finding another. he makes you promise to him that you'll be his forever, that your love will transcend even death. he will break even the heavenly principles if it means you will be by his side.

when you eventually do die and leave him behind, he takes a page from his creator's book, and crafts a doll that looks just like you.

[mrs-n-uzumaki]

Erik stares with incredible wonder, who is this boy?

[3416]

thank you random ig user for this image. will be pondering it for a week

[psychojetcocktail]

Do you think that when people first came out of the vaults they still had prewar luxuries? Like untorn clothing and toothpaste?

Do you think the first ever generation to be born in the wasteland was like a nepobaby losing their trust fund?

[phoenix--flying]

i love when an au idea gets dropped on us and we just cling to it for a bit

'me' being nico

[charlitosalcaraz]

we as a society need to do everything we can to manifest a dimidrey paris final

[nekomanager]

Do it—make a similar art/drabble connected to it (pun unintended) 🤤🥴🍆

AYE AYE AYE!!! GEW SISSY GO DO IT! Now, it's another fic inspo...I can't wait tooo 🤪

[99percentrabbit1percentpig]

y’all imagine getting to be this mfer right here. 😩😩

[lemongogo]

what ‘98 wolfwood means to me

[love-fictional-ppl]

Marking

Pairings: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x reader, Leviathan x reader

Warnings: slapping, blood, penetration, biting, scratching, sadism, slight degradation, usual smut warnings

A/N: I rlly just wanted to write Lucifer nd mams so Levi’s part is a lil😭😭

Lucifer

He loveeeessss when you scratch his back. Don’t be scared to dig your nails in ladies nd gents nd all my friends in between.

If he bleeds, oh well🤷🏼‍♀️ it only adds to the pleasure in his eyes. I feel like he purposely would go rougher just to feel u leave deep red lines in his back. Ooooooo imagineee

He’s slamming into you at a ruthless pace, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure. One hand gripping the headboard, the other holding your jaw, keeping your head positioned so all u can look at is his face.

Your eyes are rolled back and your arms lay limp near your head, dumb look on your face. He looks at you disappointed ‘I still need to cum,’ he thought to himself. Suddenly he hiked one leg over his hip to reach a different angle inside of you.

Immediately you reward him by lunging to wrap your arms around his neck, whilst your hands claw and scratch at his upper back.

Mammon

He would be into being bit ngl

But like no cap fr tho he would.

Cover his chest, thighs, shoulders, neck, everywhere.

He would keep the tightest grip on you while letting out whimpers and moans tbh he js likes to make noise

You’re perched on Mammon’s Lap, bouncing at an insane speed. The sound of skin clapping is almost defiling. Mammon keeps his arms wrapped around your waist so that he can help guide you, his body is twitching like a maniac

“Pleaseee! I need to cum again!”

You respond by leaning forward, lips right near his left nipple. You stop above the nipple, biting down and breaking skin. He’s twitching inside of you, groaning in pleasure, eyes shut as if looking at you will ruin him completely.

Leviathan

He likes u hitting him, like being so fr.

Back hand him in the face, because he’s “being too needy,” he’ll have the most crooked smile on his face.

He likes when your knuckles hit him just the right way, bruising his skin.

Lucifer asks where the bruises come from nd he js says hitting his head on the bed

You’re sat atop his gaming desk, legs wrapped around his waist, hands flat on the table. Levi desperately thrusts inside, kissing you on your neck underneath you chin.

You see how desperate he is to finish. All he needs is a slight push towards the edge, so u push his chest back slightly with your index finger. He looks up at you confused, immediately met by the burning sensation of your hand against his face.

Cheek red and stinging only adds to the pleasure. He speeds up, twitching inside of you, “ahh, yes right there!”

You only look down at him and tell him, “You’re pathetic.”

[de4dlyniightshade]

IMAGINE GIVING SUB!SPENCER HEAD..

Like just IMAGINEEE?? Baby Reid, Glasses Reid, Post Prison Reid.

Baby Reid, never had head before, would moan LOUDLY. like the slut he is. Thrusting up into your mouth and shit, each time you flatten your tounge over the head of his pretty cock he'd fucking CRYYYY from the sensations.

Glasses Reid, would be fogging up those cute little fucking glasses from how much he pants. Would either guide your head just how he likes or would give your hair small tugs.

But Post Prison Reid? God, He'd be so starved he'd whine and whimper through the whole thing, gently rubbing your jaw as you suck him off.

the way baby reid and glasses reid would be sobbing and shaking, voice all high pitched and why as he chokes out that he can't take it as you suck him dry, letting the tip of your tongue dip into his slit just to hear him whimper and feel him throb on your tongue as his pathetic cock leaks into your mouth, his thighs shaking and back arching as you take him to the back of your throat, a strangled sob falling from his lips as he babbles nonsense, the only word you can make out being cum, which was all you needed to know for you to pull off to just his tip, swirling your tongue and sucking harshly as you used you hand on his shaft, stroking him until he's spilling into your mouth with a high pitched, pathetic sob, his whole body writhing and tears streaming down his pink cheeks.

[shellxrls]

rafe or jj with some girl who’s on her witch shit. like always running around cleansing them with crystals and doing her voodoo stuff

try to cleanse tannyhill and rafe will literally be like “babe i don’t know what you’re doing alla that for. i killed a sheriff and melted the cross, and you’re dating me. we’re going to hell for sure,” with a little laugh before walking away like he just said the most Normal thing ever.

and you’re like ??? stressing your pretty little head out bcuz you know this but now, come to think of it, you can’t even begin to imagineee how much bad juju is inside this house, eventually even proposing to rafe that you two should just move out.

to which he very obviously declines, but makes up for by telling you he’ll fuck you so hard the spirits leave the house outta pure shame (which he does end up doing so a win is a win 🤷‍♀️).

[astralnymphh]

imagineee ellie w reader who loves to do her makeup n she just staring at you like a lil puppy in awe

ellie is just so engrossed in the process that she can't help but be a little handsy. ౨ৎ

her shoulder kissed to the door trim, slanting against it a mere foot from you at best, a looming pest over your shoulder— snaking her foot out to prod your ankle with it, mumbling n' chuckling, "what eyeliner you going for?" cause, i think she's pretty used to watching you. watching the dance of wrist and finger, stick and plume, powder and cream— observing the slow metamorphosis of natural into painted, adoring every flick and every stroke, tries to join in too. "d'you want some color here," her collarbones cave over the jut of your shoulder, her bicep warm to your chest as she ghosts the plumage of a fat blush brush, "or here?" she tilts her rasp. "els', that's a blush brush, and you are not applying eyeshadow to—" you tuck your chin and slink from the ticklish bristles, only to be piloted with her cold fingerprints pressing around the plum of your chin, "babe—" her low tone buzzes, "know' what m'doing." the pressure given on your jaw steering you yonder to stare at her, bemusedly, blank canvas eyes, but goddess-damned does her concentrated, pursing brows carving little lines 'tween them, heady mix of fern and gold flecks in her eyes, small tip of her coral tongue gliding through her lips and sticking out the side, wriggle of her mud stippled nose pulling with the tug of her cheeks fattening a smirk, all those damned things you love. who could say no? not me, not you, not us. ellie being thickly diligent and fixated hard on your bend of face, stroking it featherily, legit hunched at her spine all to replicate your art on face— is so goddamn cute, brushing the plume across your cheeks. "there." hummed nasally, and when you flip a look into the mirror, you're proud. your little auburn artist has made you something of a practiced canvas, albeit a little funky-going with the blush brush, but thank mother nature and the celestials above that she actually chose a shade of eyeshadow barely pigmented and shaded correctly to mimic a humble blush right to your skintone. and of course the split second your lips curl and allow the honeyed push of, "fuck, els, that looks goo—" to fall from them, her nose is already being smushed up against the space of cheek-to-ear, wetting a kiss upon your baby hairs, cockily replying, "yeah yeah, told you i knew what i was doin." and hooking a finger in your belt loop, yanking your hips an inch closer— only to be playful.

she can do my makeup w those bare hands idc massage them in my cheeks queen both of them

[st0nesnglitter]

We all know Coriolanus is possessive. That’s like his whole thing. So imagineee when he finally gets a ring on your finger.

“my fiancé”

Always making sure to state the ‘my’ slightly louder whenever he’s introducing you to important Capitol people, especially the ugly men with hungry eyes. Always keeping a firm hand by your waist, your lower back.

Leading you through crowds by paving the way, but still holding your hand. Keeping it firmly in his as he presses his hand against his back, glancing over his shoulder to check on your periodically.

Making you turn around when you’re talking to someone else by placing a hand on the back of your neck. Keeping you aware of his presence at all times, your eyes always landing on his already watching you.

And he’ll always rescue you from dull conversation with people, as long as they are unimportant for his agenda.

“Oh pardon me, I just need to borrow my fiancé”.

And when he gets that wedding ring on you you better believe it’s engraved.

Snow lands on top.

[mauvemischief]

WAITT neil gets his LOOKS from his dad, BUT WHAT IF HE GETS HIS PERSONALITY FROM HIS MOM??? he and Stuart are like at lunch or something plotting murder and like— stuart just looks at him and goes “you sound just like your mother, smartass” UGH IMAGINEEE STUART WOULD ROCK HIS WORLD MAN