reblog

imaginensfw:

Imagine you and your favorite character are engaged. You want to be celibate until the honeymoon to make it extra sweet, and they agree. But, one night, the two of you are making out on the couch, and it turns very steamy. Your FC reminds you of the celibacy oath, but you say that’s over as you pull them on top of you and french kiss them aggressively. The two of you spend the rest of the night having sex and going down on each other.

imaginensfw:

Imagine going to a strip club with your favorite character. They tell you to wait in a private booth while they go to the restroom/get drinks/etc., and you do. A few minutes pass and then the lights go dim, and a slow, sexy song starts playing as your favorite character enters the room wearing a stripper’s outfit. They proceed to give you a private dance, playfully teasing you as you whine and whimper from your growing arousal at their display. Afterwards, you both go back to your place where you ask them for an encore showing, only this time without the outfit.

imaginensfw:

Imagine after sex with your favorite character, they trail kisses down your tummy, and just as you think they’re going to go down on you, they blow a raspberry on your bellybutton and you two proceed to have a tickle fight.

imaginensfw:

Imagine your favorite character tying you up and blindfolding you, then touching you in every way possible except directly fucking you.

imaginensfw:

imagine your FC gasping and moaning “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, oh FUCK” during sex then blushing and biting their lips to hear themselves talking so dirty.

imaginensfw:

Imagine your favorite and second favorite characters are in a relationship with each other. They live in the apartment next to you, and are very open about their relationship, making out in the hallway and sometimes accidentally leaving the door open so you get a full view of them curled up on the couch together. Seeing them together like that always makes you blush, since you’ve had a terrible crush on both of them from the day you moved in. One day, you walk back up to your apartment, tired after a long day at work. As usual, their door has been left open, just a crack. As you fumble with the keys, you’re startled by a loud, desperate moan coming from their apartment. There’s another moan, a name this time, and you can tell it’s your fc from the voice. But it’s not your sfc’s name he’s moaning; it’s yours.

As you stand frozen at the door, you hear more noises, panting and slapping sounds. A picture forms in your mind unbidden, of your fc and sfc entwined on their couch, naked and desperate. Then your sfc starts to speak, their voice low and rough. The things they say are indecent and obscene, and every last one of them is about you. How they’d like to spread you open, make you beg for more, take you until you’re flushed and screaming. All of this is met with enthusiasm from your fc, who groans and gasps out your name in apparent eagerness. The words and sounds alone leave you aroused and wanting, until you give up on decency and push your hand down your pants right there in the hallway. It doesn’t take you long to get off, listening to those filthy, beautiful things. You collapse, trembling against the door just as your fc and sfc shout out their own climax. 

Quickly, before either of them can recover and notice the open door, you let yourself inside. Breathing hard, you lean against the wall and start to think of how you can make those words you heard into a reality.

imaginensfw:

Imagine your FC sending you off for the day with some remote-controlled ‘toy’ hidden under your clothes. Later, you get a text from them but you’re too busy to reply so you can only read. It doesn’t stop your FC from sending text after text, each one filthier than the last. When you fail to respond after a while, they decide to turn on the toy to ‘punish’ you for not answering.

imaginensfw:

Imagine that you are sleeping, then wake up to see your favorite character topping you, and you can see their devilish smirk.

“I want to dominate you and see you writhe in pleasure,” they whisper as they run their finger on your cheek.