(dispatch) sonar x reader

not enough fanart of the boob lover side of sonar imo

PERCY JACKSON & ANNABETH CHASE — Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse Teaser

Ship 140 ~ Posting my favorite ship

Taylor Thompson 👩🏾‍🚒🎤 | Blue Bennings 👨🏻‍🚒🕯

9-1-1: NASHVILLE 🌪️ 1x07 "you've been boarded" — requested by @tommykinard ♡

9-1-1: NASHVILLE 1.07 | You've Been Boarded

Taylor & Blue in 911 Nashville. 👩🏾‍🚒 🧑🏻‍🚒 🔥

(and according to series' previews, they will be a thing but it's a slow burn 😘 They meet in 1x01 and she helps him train in 1x04)

no actually that clark shit is so serious wait...

like omfg the man is 6'4, over 200lbs and he's got his head thrown back literally whining bc ur riding him?? and hes probably so nervous so u literally have to put his hands on your waist for him??? and hes rambling to himself trying so hard not to cum because he wants you to cum first but literally u clench around him once and hes pulled out of u and cumming on his chest. n like he's so red and embarrassed and hes just like "oh gosh im so sorry honey i didnt mean to... can i make it up to you" and it doesnt even matter that he came fast because his hands are huge and he's a quick learner

WHEN THE SPITE DIES

𐔌 ↳ ༉‧₊˚ art by @huedmmi

pairing: CEO!damian wayne/personalassistant!reader

wc: 18.1k. | part 2

You don’t really remember how you ended up getting the job.

You just knew the economy is going to shit, much to your dismay. You were an adult and life as an adult isn’t what it’s cracked up to be, especially when you’re in a world that has heroes, vigilantes, and villains that pop a perc and run around causing havoc.

Just like many other people in the country, you’re applying to several jobs a day and receiving multiple rejection emails almost daily. However, you decided to run around Gotham with your applications after moving here. The hiring manager in front of you was skimming your resume, nodding along and telling you they were impressed, which felt like a small personal victory to you!

Yay! Pat yourself on the back!

They decided to have an interview with you, right then and there!

“That’s amazing! Could you tell me what made you interested in this position?”

Money.

jason todd, who moans like a pornstar. first they're raspy and deep, the kind you'd expect from a burly man who drives a motorcycle. but as he gets closer to the sweet taste of release, the noises become pitchy, almost whining. he's embarrassed by how easy he sounds; the way a well placed nip of your teeth can pull a broken, whiny noise from the man's throat, no matter the length he goes to hide it.

jason todd, who can't shut the fuck up when he's inside you. it's like his brain shuts down; he's unable to stop himself from saying "you look so pretty like this, ma," when he's folding you in half, his lips between his teeth like it'll keep the sound of low, broken whimpers from leaving his throat. it never does.

jason todd, who underestimated how much he'd end up liking the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, just barely providing a hint of pressure. something about it just makes his mind feel fuzzy with pleasure, like nothing matters but the feeling of your fingers on his skin and the feeling of being inside you.

jason todd, who wants you to smack him around a little during sex. you're riding him, hips slamming down over his in a sweet rhythm. yet it's not enough; he's perilously close to the edge, but jason just needs... needs... "hit me," he babbles from beneath you, his brows furrowed in flustered frustration, "hit me, ma."

your hips stutter as you cock your head, murmuring a low, "what?"

"hit me, i... i need--" he groans in quiet frustration, "smack me, baby, please."

and ever one to please, you do.

the moan jason lets out is sinful. its a broken, needy thing; the kind of sound you want to keep for yourself alone, like a treasured secret.

jason todd, who is a secret mashochist.

jason todd, in his aggressive presenting demeanor, was actually so sweet and gentle in bed it made your chest ache. he kissed you like he’d never kissed anyone before—like it was the first time someone let him slow down. like he didn’t want to fuck it up by rushing. his hands were huge and calloused, one braced beside your head on the pillow and the other smoothing down your waist like he needed to feel every inch of you underneath him. it was almost hard to process, the way his touch could shake like that, even with all that muscle and scar tissue, all that attitude he carried around like armor. he looked like a man who ruined things. but the truth was—he didn’t want to ruin you.

he didn’t even get his cock inside you for a long time. just laid there between your legs, kissing your thighs, murmuring into your skin about how soft you were, how warm, how fucking perfect. he moaned when he got his mouth on you, like he was the one being touched. arms wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer, keeping you there while he licked slow and deep, dragging his tongue over your clit until you squirmed and whined his name. he didn't tease, didn't edge—just kept going until you were cumming on his tongue, one hand tangled in his hair and the other clutched over your mouth to muffle the sounds.

and when he finally pushed in—slow, like he thought you might change your mind—his whole body shuddered. he buried his face in your neck and groaned something low about how good you felt, how tight you were, how lucky he was to even be here. it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t frantic. he rocked into you like he wanted it to last forever, like he could memorize your body just by feeling it over and over again. and you could tell how hard he was trying to hold back—biceps flexing, jaw tight, chest heaving—because he didn’t want to hurt you. not even a little.

"you okay?" he asked, even though you were already trembling underneath him. even though your arms were wrapped around his shoulders like you couldn’t bear to let him go. he kissed your cheek when you nodded. kissed your chest, your lips, your wrist where your pulse fluttered too fast. you’d never felt more kept than in that moment. more safe, more wanted, more full.

he didn’t say much else. just groaned when you clenched around him. cursed when your nails dug into his back. let out a breathless baby, fuck, when you whispered that he could let go. and when he finally did, it was quiet. overwhelming. his whole body curved into yours and he came with his mouth pressed to your throat, shaking like he hadn’t let himself feel anything that real in years.

mdni

yuji will try to keep his hands respectful. even when he’s got you in his lap, even when you’re kissing him and rolling your hips like you know exactly how hard he’s trying not to lose it.

he always tries. he doesn’t want to rush anything. doesn’t want to come off like it’s just sex—because it’s not. not with you.

but... the way you feel, the way you move. he can’t help himself.

his hands slide lower, dragging down your back, thumbs slipping just beneath the band of your underwear before pulling back like he caught himself too late.

“sorry,” he mumbles. “is that okay?”

you nod, breath catching when he rocks up into you.

“cool. just... checking.”

he’s so stupidly polite when he’s turned on, like his brain is trying to keep up with his body. like he doesn’t want to get carried away, even though you’re sitting directly on the proof that he already is.

you’re both a little out of breath, and his cock is straining through his sweats against the thin fabric of clothing between you. you lean down and kiss him again. his hands settle on your waist, holding you still like he needs something to ground him. and then you grind against him.

his grip tightens. his head drops forward, forehead resting against your shoulder like he’s trying to breathe through it.

“fuck—”

“you’re already this hard?”

he groans, because yeah. yeah, he is. he’s been hard since your tongue first slid into his mouth. since your hips settled over his, and your hands pushed under his shirt, and you said his name like it was something dirty.

“you’re not allowed to tease me right now,” he says, but he’s smiling. eyes a little hazy.

then you roll your hips again, and his voice cracks.

“seriously, if you keep doing that—”

his hands are under your shirt now, splayed across your back, fingers flexing like he wants to hold you down and keep you moving at the same time. you’re so wet you can feel it—soaking through your underwear, sticking to the front of his sweats.

he tries to drag it out, wants to make it good for you first, but the second he feels how wet you are, soaking right through, it’s over.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he mutters. “you have to be.”

because you’re rocking into him just right—slow, steady friction. your thighs are tight against him, your chest brushing his every time you lean in to kiss him.

he’s panting now, trying to stay still, but his hips keep jerking up into the heat of you—chasing it, chasing you.

your lips find his jaw, his neck, soft little kisses that leave him gasping, and one hand slides under your thigh to pull you closer.

“feels so good like this, i—”

he cuts himself off with a groan when you roll your hips again, slower this time, grinding down right against the aching bulge in his sweats.

he bites down on his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut.

“keep doing that,” he gasps. “just like that.”

you know he’s close. you can feel it in the way he twitches beneath you, the way his hands tighten every time your hips sink forward.

“you’re gonna come like this?” you whisper. “just from this?”

“yeah... fuck—” his voice breaks off into a gasp as you lean down and kiss him hard, mouths open and messy.

his whole body tenses. his arms tighten against your skin. his cock jerks against you, still trapped between layers of damp fabric, and he lets out the softest sound.

you feel a hot, sticky rush between you, soaking through the front of his sweats and the cotton of your underwear, hips still grinding up like he’s trying to stay right there with you, even as his breath stutters and his fingers twitch helplessly against you.

and even after it hits, after he’s come hard and his body is still trembling, he still doesn’t stop touching you.

hands smoothing over your back. kissing your neck.

“...you’re evil,” he mumbles against your skin.

“you love it,” you murmur.

he groans like he wants to argue—but his arms wrap tighter around you, pulling you closer, like he’s not planning on letting you move anytime soon.

“shut up,” he says quietly, lips still against your neck.

“i’m trying to recover.”

slow dance 💙

Fwb Jason who looks for you in every room. Doesn't matter if there are hundreds of people at the gala you're both at, he’s making his way to you like you’re gravity dragging him in.

Fwb Jason Who pulls you into a room in the manor, one with a mirror, so he can watch your face while he grinds against you. He’ll leave hickeys on the soft curve of your neck, a small show of possessiveness because you were his in every way but words

Fwb Jason who eats you out like a man starved, sloppy and unrestrained. You’ll whine and tell him to slow down, but that only spurs him on more; he’ll mutter things like “just a bit more” “f’me, please baby?” while desperately rutting into the mattress for some sort of release.

Fwb Jason who lets you use him when the day's stress sears itself into your flesh. He’ll smooth over the burn with his touch. He’ll praise you and watch as you ride him, coming undone until your limp in his arms. 

Fwb Jason who steals your panties when you’re not around. At first, he touches himself slowly, thinking about you, imagining your mouth on him. Eventually, he loses patience and rubs himself faster, the soft lace pressed against him making him come faster.

Fwb Jason who likes to take care of you after sex. He’ll wipe you down with a damp, warm cloth, get you water, and pepper kisses over your face. Selfishly, he’ll keep you in his bed till morning, loving how it’ll smell like you after.

Fwb Jason who lets you do whatever, even if that means letting you trace his scars while he watches your face for any show of disgust. Instead, you show him just how much you want him by grabbing his hand and guiding it down, until every insecurity evaporates into the shape of your body.

a/n: first time posting/writing smut, i’m scared 😋

Masterlist

FREAK LIKE ME — C.C

“I ain’t never been vanilla, honey, just wait until you get a taste” or when Cameron Cade thinks just because you’re inexperienced that you’re an easy hit.

on the jukebox: ‘Freak’ by Doja Cat 🎀

“Cameron Cade, I need you to be efficient in solving for a chemical equation”

You sat next to the tall light bright at the dining table in his cozy off campus apartment. Arms crossed and leaned back in your chair observing him.

“We’re gonna do this one more time and then I’m gonna watch you do one by yourself to show me that you understand”

Cameron Cade let out a loud, exasperated groan and slouched in his chair, he put his head in his hands. Frustration written all over him.

“This shit is stupid as fuck. Having a career in football and making plays on the field doesn’t need me to learn about chemical imbalances and how to solve for ‘em”

“Yeah your career might not but this university does if you wanna make it to that career so c’mon. You asked me to tutor you for a reason so you can’t give up on me”

Jason Todd who doesn't touch you sexually for at least several months into your relationship. He tells you it's because he wants to take things slow

Jason Todd who gets sweaty palms and shaking hands when you're making out. He blames it on the lazarus pit

Jason Todd who won't let you sit in his lap when you're kissing because he's already half hard the second your thigh touches his

Jason Todd who brushes his thumbs over your nipples for the first time and thanks you with tears in his eyes. He'll deny the tears if you ever bring it up

Jason Todd who feels like he needs to go back to church and pray to God for bringing you into his life the first time you do have sex

Jason Todd who is only ever gentle with you and almost has an existential crisis when you ask him to choke you during sex

Jason Todd who feels like vomiting when he has his hand around your throat, slowly adding more pressure every time you tell him "harder Jay". His hands have blood on them, he doesn't want to stain you

Jason Todd who feels like a monster when he gets turned on by the flutter of your eyes and the way you gasp against his palm

Jason Todd who, after you've gone to sleep that night, retches until his stomach empty and he's dry heaving