#i coined this woo

[necrogfie]

– Trans-Sub

A trans-identity in which individual feel as if they should be a sub / be submissive in a BDSM context.

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Trans-Female Sub + Trans-Male Sub

A trans-identity in which individual feel as if they should be a female or male sub / be submissive in a BDSM context.

[ image id : two flags with the same colors layout. the first flag has on top the symbol for female sub, a + sign inside a circle. the second flag has on top the symbol for male sub, a arrow pointing up inside a circle /end image id ]

[ those symbols were found on here. if this has already been coined consider thoses alts flags. ]

[crescentmoonrider]

Shi-woo's favorite bar (he's paying)

[yuukimiyas]

໒꒰ྀི *' ᵕ '* ꒱ྀིა g’morning!! i’m up extra early all bright eyed & bushy tailed & ready to start my day!! we made it to friyay!! (੭ु´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ु⁾⁾ i knew we could do it!! i hope your morning bev tastes just right & that your faves give you extra smooches!! <33 but let me give you one first!! MWAH!!

[winters0689]

I’m all for eat the rich. Except for him…

[thewhizzyhead]

anyways I've been relistening to mean girls the musical the past few weeks and one tiny thing I liked about the musical is how they established the similarities between Regina and Janis - particularly through similar habits ("those bITCHES!"), sharing Someone Gets Hurt, and through their friendship with Cady (though there are VAST differences there, I'd like to believe that both Janis and Regina were genuinely interested in being friends with Cady even if they had their own selfish and manipulative agendas with her).

However, I admit that I was rather disappointed that this point in the movie's Janis and Cady fight wasn't featured that much in the musical's counterpart: Janis saying, "At least me and Regina George KNOW we're mean." Though this was somewhat shown through Janis singing, "I hate Regina's guts, but here's what you can't comprehend: at least she has the guts to not pretend to be my friend!" (Which also in turn emphasizes the emotional impact had on Janis), it sadly did not show the point the movie tried to make: that both Janis and Regina are Mean Girls and that both KNOW it - unlike Cady who would like to believe that she herself is in the right.

[raw-wheat]

A rocky/crag gender!! Gender made of ROCKS all kinds of em. Smooth, scratchy, igneous, metamorphic, sedimentary!!

A nice hard ROCK gender :D

petracragender

a rocky and/or craggy gender; a gender made of rocks. there is no right or wrong way to identify with this label!

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plain alt version:

image description: a flag with seven horizontal stripes, equally sized except the middle one with is much thinner. from top to bottom the stripes are: gray, lighter gray, tan, dark brown, tan, light brownish gray, very light gray. end image description.

[the-kipsabian]

hey yo moots

does anyone do typography

i have a text i'd wish to turn into something aesthetically pleasing and idk maybe like a wallpaper or something

lemme know??

[cursezoroark]

heh….yeah….you can say I’m a bit of a risk taker….a gambler……

[inkskinned]

for the longest time my family used to host one of the biggest haunted houses on my block: elaborate, themed amateur haunts that pearled out along our lawn for one-night-only. spinning circus wheel-of-terrors and walkthrough alien crash-landings and spiders that arched over our driveway, leaking venom onto your feet.

we didn't have a lot of money; and honestly i don't know how we afforded what we did have. there were not going to be pneumatics or projectors or any supply over 20 dollars - and even 20 was a stretch. we were lucky, and we lived in a town that had a "swap shed", where people would drop off any banged-up-but-usable items that they wanted to get rid of. the whole year, my family would pick over someone else's discarded fans and lights and weird decorations, asking each other - what do you think? for halloween?

we would strip the motors out of rusted fans and spraypaint vases and saw broom handles in half and apply a very thick coat of cardboard and duct tape to everything. for our pirate year, i made the mistake of individually drawing woodgrain onto each strip of cardboard that made up the ship. i then gently painted and distressed the "boards" so they'd each have lichen and cracks and unusual patterns. i hid eyes in the knots and shaped skulls. you couldn't see any of it in the dark, even under our "spotlight" (someone's target-branded workshop flashlight).

i have a lot of very strange skills as a result. i know how to make a flying ghost appear both physically and in the mirror. i know how to make a witch's brew that stirs itself. i know how to burn and cut and paint until there is an iron throne you can sit on, or an alien brushing your ankles, or a hearse trundling along. i can't say we ever made it beyond our local newspapers, but we tried so hard that the town would regularly shut down our street.

i can't put any of these skills on a resume, and i haven't been able to put them to use for a while. i live in an apartment, there's no lawn for me to decorate. for years i've wanted to do an alice in wonderland theme, and have been collecting ideas like coins in a fountain. at other houses, i am transfixed by 12 foot skeletons and paper mache spooky lanterns; easily wooed by the knowledge of how much time people put in.

someone asked me once - so what was the point? and why didn't you guys charge anything to show up?

in truth, we probably needed the money. for years there, we were a 1-meal-a-day kind of a family. i was being polite earlier up in this essay: we furnished both our house and our halloweens using things left a recycling center. we live in new england and still didn't turn on the heat until the end of november, no matter how low the temperature.

every year we would collect donations for unicef and other charities. on an average year, we would collect enough to pay for our food for weeks. every year, without fail: we donated every penny.

this endeavor took months to plan and design and execute. we had to organize any volunteers and check safety and hope-for-the-best. it took at least 24 hours to set up, a week to take down. the motors and fans and lights all had to be packed tight. the cardboard would scatter, pangea in the rain and sleet. i remember picking up a plank from that pirate ship, the paint blown clear off, all my hard work completely erased. a new kind of driftwood.

if this was a poem, and not a memory, i could wrap this up prettily. i could say that these skills landed me a cool job in the haunting industry or that it taught me the value of friendship and responsibility. but i actually think it's something better, something very pretty: there wasn't ever a moral to it.

the night was a long one. yes, there were assholes, people who broke stuff. but mostly it was just kids like us in cardboard costumes, dressed as an incredibly niche kind of truck. good parents who were friendly and laughing. teenagers who slunk in at late hours, wide-eyed and secretly delighted; who asked us can i help next year? like, do y'all take volunteers, or whatever? every year more people came, and told their friends, and offered to pay. and every year we said maybe next year and meant absolutely never.

we did it because it was enough to love something, and to make that love visible. we did it because there is very rarely an excuse to have fun. i think maybe especially, for me - we did it because every year, there was one first "customer" somewhere around 3-4PM, while we were still putting on the final touches. the sun would still be up, and we were frazzled and always-running-late, and these kids saw our vision unfinished in the bright light of day.

something about their parents murmuring say thank you and telling my mom this setup is so sweet while this little kid would grin up at us, dazzled by our artistic mediocrity. the fall air and the chill and their coat-over-a-panda-princess-costume. that first phrase of the night awkwardly managed over a pair of overly-large vampire teeth: a beautiful and excited trick or treat!

[bwabys-scenarios]

CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO PERV ILLUMI i do not think there is enough perv illumi content on this app

He’s a perv

Perv!Illumi x Fem!Reader

A/N: sorry this is short and may resemble my other perv writings… but I hope y’all like it! Join my server

warnings: pervy Illumi, yandere behavior, masturbation, panty stealing, he’s kind of yucky, breeding, pregnancy

NSFW: @lightshowerrr @jungtoast @nenggie @pannacottababy @aliceattheart @atransmuter

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Illumi had never experienced sexual attraction before. Had he gotten some morning wood once or twice? Yes, but he rarely felt the urge to jack off.

That was… until he met you.

He wasn’t quite sure what made you so appealing. You looked ordinary, at least… you should have. Illumi had been surrounded by the worlds most beautiful women since he was but a boy… yet here he was, getting hard over a girl he had barely met.

Maybe it was your soft curves, or the ways your hips swayed when you walked… it could have even been your sweet voice, and those pretty, glossy lips that made him want to pull you in and taste the shiny lipgloss you were wearing…

Whatever it was, ever since he first laid eyes on you, Illumi’s body had been acting strangely. Even a whiff of your perfume could have his cock twitching, standing at attention and ready for you… it was quite embarrassing, or it would have been if Illumi had any shame.

No, the only reason Illumi his his overwhelming desire for you was because he wanted these feelings to go away as quickly as possible. He couldn’t fall for some nobody Hunter with nen weaker than all the other applicants that had passed with you. No, Illumi was supposed to marry the best of the best, a woman whose womb could bear a strong heir.

But… that didn’t stop him from acting on some of his urges…

Unfortunately, Illumi couldn’t seem to let you out of his sight. It was annoying, following you around as you did your little daily chores in town. He could hardly get any work done when you looked so cute. You didn’t even realize your panties were showing when you bent over to pick up a coin…

When he couldn’t be constantly watching over you, Illumi would steal little trinkets from your home to… keep him satiated. Used panties, your lipgloss, and clothing items that smelled like your perfume.

He’d wrap your panties around his cock as he jerked off, your cardigan pressed against his face. If he really focused, he could imagine your pussy tightening around him, your plump thighs pressing against him as he bounced you on his cock…

He’d cum buckets into your panties, then break into your apartment and drop them off on your floor, like a cat leaving a dead mouse as a gift.

After a while, his urges grew and grew, until your panties just weren’t enough for him anymore.

Wooing you wasn’t too hard, and getting into your pants was easier than he would have though. The fact you were a virgin was very surprising… but welcomed. After all, he was a virgin as well.

The second his cock sunk into you, he immediately knew that he could never let you go. To hell with a strong heir, he wanted you, and only you. You were the only one that could make him feel this way… soft, vulnerable, and so goddamn horny.

Poor, poor you, having Illumi fuck into you for hours on end, unable to pull out of your pretty, warm cunt. He fucked so much cum into you that you felt so swollen and full…

Even after he was done, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he held you close, kissing the top of your head. “You’re all mine, darling. I’ll have wedding preparations ready within a week.”

You were much too exhausted to argue… and you weren’t sure you could say no to Illumi Zoldyck… so you just slept, accepting your fate. You’d be taken care of, and would never have to worry about anything ever again.

Shortly, Illumi would have his now pregnant wife in his home, where she would be safe, and where he could ravish her whenever he felt like it.

[reallyromealone]

Azul x Malleus brother male reader

Fae courting

A broach

A coin

And a paperclip.

These are the things that Azul had received from (name) Draconia within the past few days, the fae wandering to him at random points and placing them in his hand wandering off, leaving the octopus merman VERY confused as he held the shiny trinket.

what was this??? What's he trying to tell him?!

"Well I don't understand the political spectrum of box beetles but I'm sure we could work out something" (name) said softly, voice joyful and absent-minded. "Perhaps we could ask my brother to assist on this" (name) offered unaware of eyes on him.

Jade and Floyd watched in the distance, following their bosses order on figuring out (name)s motives but so far they saw him tend to mushrooms and talk to insects along with chatting with his brother about fae nonsense, nothing to raise suspicion.

"A... Iron frog?"

"Silver, iron doesn't like fae" (name) said airily as he played with Azuls hand "I was informed by the trees that a confectionery has bloomed in the east..." He said to the other who raised an eyebrow "ok?"

"I wish to be invited" (name) said looking at him with a smile and Azul just stared "so?"

"Perhaps someone could invite me and tell me tales of their whimsies" (name) looked hopeful but Azul wasn't getting it "I hope you find someone to do that with" and with that (name) was alone.

"He's my paramour yet he rejected my advances for an outing" (name) said to Lilia who smiled at his nephew figure who looked confused, not understanding why his beloved would not go to a cafe with him despite not asking but instead implying that he wanted to go there with him.

And now Lilia was dealing with a pouty prince "perhaps I should ask my beloved child of the sea to play his table games... Oh I should have considered his feelings on the subjects of our engagements" (name) looked upset with himself "perhaps take him to a cafe of sorts that has board games" Lilia supplied and (name) tilted his head confused "I will seek Council with someone to assist me on this" and with that (name) was gone.

'that sweet hopeless sparrow's Lilia thought as he watched him wander off.

"Oh? Hello (name)" Vil looked at the younger Draconia brother who handed him old coins "I wish to seek in conversation with you in regards to romantic rendezvous" (name) said seriously and Vil looked very confused "my beloved paramour Azul has rejected my proposition for a romantic outing and I wish to know what would fancy him instead" Vil wanted to laugh at this situation, the fae precious in his attempts to woo a man who Vil isn't even sure knows (name) has been pursuing.

"Well perhaps we can figure something out"

"By the seven he was asking me out" Azul said stopping in his tracks as he went over the earnings from the lounge "the coins... He was asking me out"

"Oh he thinks you're dating" Ace said casually as he sipped on his drink "what?" Azul looked floored at this "he refers to you as his Paramore, you accepted Fae courting gifts after all"

Azul needed to find (name).

Vil smiled as he dressed (name) up, the fae prince pleased with the flower crown and nice clothes that weren't too restrictive "now you go tell him that you wish to see his coin collection" Vil was supportive of the other as he urged him to go find Azul.

(Name) wandered the halls blissfully as he looked for his beloved ocean born lover "(name)!" Azul called out as he briskly walked to the other "hello fair ocean treasure, I was hoping we could eng--""are you telling people were dating?" He asked getting to the poing and (name) tilted his head "why would I not speak of our courtship"

Frustrated Azul sighed "because we aren't?"

"But you accepted my gifts?"

"That was a mistake"

Azul regretted his words at the simply heartbroken expression (name) held at the word mistake, it was a mistake? But... But he accepted his courting?

(Name) was a mistake to him?

"(Name), I di-"" very well, I hope you find yourself in good health... Goodbye"

And with that (name) was gone.

Malleus was protective of his younger brother, (name) was his kin after all.

So seeing him so visibility distraught as he clutched a flower crown in his hands "I wish not to seek romantic intentions anymore..."

"But what of your courtship with the ocean born?" Malleus comforted his brother who looked tearful "he claimed our courtship was a mistake!" He cried into his hands and Malleus felt rage bubble within him at his brothers betrayal.

"He is not worthy of your affections"

"That was cruel" Rook spoke up after seeing the interaction "he was so hopelessly in love with you too... Poor little thing" he sighed with false sadness "he had plans of asking you to do things you enjoyed too, he had Vil help him and everything..."

Azul felt like shit.

He missed the clear Fae courting traditions and (name) was hurt because of it, Azul couldn't deny be felt... Romantic interest towards the horned male but in the heat of it he spoke out of his ass.

Word got around fast about the "break up" and (name) seemed absolutely miserable, Vil comforting the poor fae as Silver showed him a very small toad to cheer him up.

Azul sighed as he held a hand held glass greenhouse with tiny mushrooms in it and (prefered treat) as he walked to the trio "if you wish to know, I have not spoken of anything" (name) looked down as Silver glared at the octopus and Vil sighed but saw the gifts "Silver, could you help me with something?" Vil dragged an angry Silver away as (name) fidgeted slightly, refusing to make eye contact with the other "I can assure you, I will no longer cause mistakes for you" (name) whispered and was ready to leave when Azul stopped him "please... Just listen" (name) continued sitting and looked suspicious and sad "I was.. an ass yesterday, I was thrown off and reacted horribly... Would you please accept this courting gift?" (Name) looked at the items hesitantly as he looked at the other.

"But I'm a mistake"

"No you're not, I was being a jerk and I didn't understand why you would want to date me"

"Because you are like the ray of dawn on a winter's morn" (name) said simply as he took the small terrarium and inspected it "a death cap?" He smiled and looked at the other "You are forgiven sea born, but if you tread in those waters again I will not be able to stop my brother" he said simply and Azul shivered as he remembered (name)s brother was literally one of the most powerful mages in existence.

"And by the way" Azul said softly as he walked with a still shy (name) "your gifts were very nice"

(Name)s smile at that moment could melt the sun, so brilliant and pure "those are fae coins, you collect coins so they would be good for your collection"

[llamagoddessofficial]

”See the cecaelia handbook for further information.” dude, now I gotta know what the cecaelia handbook says. I’m so curious

Why of course!

Welcome to the cecaelia handbook. This section is dedicated to the rare - but possible - event that a cecaelia has selected you as its mate. Please read the following points carefully.

'Cecaelia' is the colloquial term for any siren whose lower half appears to be that of a cephalopod. This can include aspects of squid, octopus, cuttlefish, etc. They can be uniquely dangerous, thanks to their dexterity and ability to temporarily traverse land.

First, confirm that the cecaelia has indeed fixated on you, and its intentions are romantic. Do they gift you small trinkets? Do they offer you food? Do they change colours for you? These are all signs of intent.

Do not reject a cecaelia.

It's important to understand why. In a cecaelia's highly dangerous native habitats, the connection with/protection of a larger partner is sometimes essential to staying alive. In the wild, the ability to prevent a mate from leaving is often considered proof of strength and suitability as a partner. Your cecaelia will view themselves as the larger, 'protector' partner, and will not only see any attempt to leave them as incredibly dangerous and foolish, but as a perfect chance to prove their worth as a mate. They will do everything in their power to 'save' you.

Cecaelia have kidnapped humans over this issue. Here are some better ways to deal with it. If you're not interested- never give it a straight answer. Accept trinket gifts, but do not accept food gifts. If it ever asks about your feelings, insist you're still thinking. In the wild, cecaelia can live for hundreds of years, so it isn't uncommon for wooing to take decades. They are patient. If you are interested- please be certain that you want this forever. There is no going back. Accept trinkets, and eat (safe) foods offered. If you'd like, offer them something in return; some good gifts are coins, simple jewellery, snacks, anything you personally find interesting that can fit in your palm. Additionally, if you don't want to be drowned, be sure to let them know you want the relationship to remain on land. This won't be an issue at all, cecaelia are very open to this.

Cecaelia are incredibly territorial. Both of their dens, and of people they attach to. Try to let others in the area know if the cecaelia has settled nearby.

Unlike other sirens, cecaelia do not typically form social bonds. Do not bring any friends to meet them, and do not mention your friends to them. Family are fine- but any person not directly related you will be considered as a potential threat.

The safest cecaelia are cuttlefish. They are highly social, and frequently engage with humans. The most dangerous are any deep sea variety.

[lemonrin-i]

Mwah!!

Pairing: Jade Leech X Reader

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Summary: Jade never had his first kiss, so of course as the more experienced partner, you had to take up the mantle and make the first move-- despite how intimidating Jade Leech was

@catboiie16 @dibbledoodle dedicate this piece to you babygurls

Jade was always an intimidating guy with his towering height and sharp moray teeth, it was a wonder how he even got with you in the first place.

Or the fact that he never had a lover until you.

One could argue intimidation and attraction are two sides of the same coin. While Jade was scary, he was also very VERY attractive, it was almost impossible to imagine no one trying to court him. A male mantis who do anything to woo his female counterpart even if it meant his head being decapitated but you digress.

So here he was, Jade. In a seiza sitting position with his hands politely placed in his lap as he stared at you, waiting. You were to the opposite of him but you were trying your best not to make eye contact with him out of embarrassment.

All these times where you were wondering why Jade never tried to kiss you-- All those time lying in your bed wondering if Jade liked you or was just toying with you and it turns out he just didn't know how to kiss.

"Alright" You got on your knees, holding onto Jade's shoulder to leverage yourself to his height. You looked at him with a determined look

"I'm gonna kiss you" You announced.

"Please do" Jade said in return with his usual customer service smile.

You analyzed his face, his dimples, his nose, his lips and then his eyes. His hypnotizing beautiful eyes, those eyes that were filled with adoration-- It was too much for you.

"M-Most people close their eyes before getting kissed" You said, quickly looking away. You really really wanted to kiss Jade but you also really really wanted to hide under the covers.

"Ah, I see" Jade said nonchalantly and when you returned your gaze, you saw that he did in fact closed his eyes. You let out a deep breath.

You can do this, you can do this. . .

You leaned in slowly, cusping your hands around his face; though you told Jade to close his eyes, you didn't close yours-- you couldn't, how could you?

And then you finally did it, you kissed Jade Leech.

It was a light peck on the lips, soft. But it didn't stop the fact you have fireworks setting off in your head. You were freaking out, you were like a whistling tea kettle about to burst but you had to remain calm, you couldn't let Jade know that this effected you too much

"Hmm" Jade let out a curious hum, finally opening his eyes. His gloved hand reaching to his lips"It wasn't what I quite expected from the land movies I've watched"

And just like that you deflated like a balloon "W-Was it not up to your expectations?"

"No"

You were gonna cry.

"It was even better" Jade immediately added, you then realized he wasn't actually touching his lips.

He was actually trying to hide his blush

[twincovesgame]

Romance in Twin Coves

Something I've been thinking about while working on the script for Twin Coves is how the romance works. I think I've talked before about how the romance in the game isn't just about flirting with the ROs enough. It's about who the MC is as a person, and thus not all ROs are going to fall for every MC. (You will know about halfway though the game if your MC has caught your desired RO's eye.)

I read an article awhile ago about treating romance in games like kindness coins vs a house of cards. (The article was here, but it now directs to a 404 page sadly.) With kindness coins... you just say the "right" thing the correct amount of times and voila romance unlocked. And that's a fine way to do romance. Certainly makes it easier on the writer. But that's not really how romance... works.

Saying the "right" thing to someone 15 times in real life doesn't equal romance. What about who you are as a person? What about who they are? Do you have things in common? How do you treat other people? Just complimenting someone, saying flirty things, and giving them a gift isn't how real love works.

Something I'm trying (emphasis on trying) to do in Twin Coves is have the romances be based on more then just saying a nice thing to get a point towards winning over the RO of your choice. The choices the MC makes throughout the game outside of the romance also effect the romance. Even little things like the song they pick in the car.

Of course, some ROs are easier to woo than others. That's true to life as well. Some ROs already have feelings for the MC, so there is probably very little the MC could do to ruin that. Some ROs are quite determined to keep their feelings out of it, and will take more effort. Not just flirting, but getting to know them and them getting to know the main character back. Building up a sense of trust. There is one RO who is very difficult to romance. I think it may even make some players mad as there is a very strict requirement for entering into a romance with him I don't think some players will want to make. (Actually, there's probably a couple that fit this description.) However, that's also true to life. Some things are deal breakers, for either the MC or the RO. Good news: there's eight other routes to pick from!

And, in a similar vein, not every route is going to appeal to everyone. You may have thought Eli was hot, for example, only to realize he's not for you once you get to know him. Or maybe a route you thought you'd hate will surprise you. That's definitely happened to me a few times. I put off a route thinking I wouldn't like the RO... only for that route to become my favorite.

This is also why there are no flirt indicators in the game. Because there are no kindness coins. I don't want players to think about choices as right or wrong - only as what's true to their MC. You may be surprised as to who you attract. Also, any option that is romantic is going to be pretty obvious. I also don’t want players to feel they have to make a certain romantic choice to win their RO over. Whether you go in for a kiss or feel it’s more true to the MC to wait… the RO isn’t going to be secretly keeping score on you.

(I am keeping score though. Just don’t look too far behind the curtain. Point systems are the only way I know how to program. I just don’t want it to feel like a point system, ya know?)

And for those who just wanna kiss everyone, goddamnit!! There is always the walkthrough 💙

[iliketangerines]

Hi! I love your writing and this is my first time requesting so I hope it isn't too much! :p

May I request some dom!shang tsung headcanons? I read ur raiden and kung lao works and it made me think of shang tsung so can I have something similar to those works? including obviously what you think his kinks are?

take ur time with this and make sure you put urself first and take care of urself!

have a good day/night!! 🫶

sing for me

a/n: i gotchu cuties. you also have a good day/night!!

pairing: dom!shang tsung x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, humiliation kink, facefucking, cockwarming, brief breeding kink

you were a singer on the traveling circus, strumming an instrument and dancing about the crowds as you wooed them with your words

you had a beautiful voice, enchanting and smooth, and Shang Tsung became obsessed with you, learning all your favorite things before courting you

and you became just as smitten with him and he had become obsessed with you

but you have a bratty streak, using your voice and your looks to get some extra money at the places you and Shang Tsung travel to

you flirt and banter with the patrons, and Shang Tsung can’t help but feel jealousy grip at his heart and he plans to put you in your place whenever you both return to his cart

when you get back with a hefty bag full of coins, he forces you to lay on his lap, he’s sitting on the chair and has you undress and present your ass to him

he teases your pussy first, rubbing at your lips and only lightly dipping his fingers into your needy hole before spanking you

he leaves the hits unpredictably, sometimes he hits the back of your thighs and then moves onto hit the plump of your ass before squeezing the flesh roughly and making you whimper in response

he’s not satisfied until your ass is covered in his handprints and you’re a whiny teary mess, clutching onto the pillow in front of you and sobbing out apologies for being bratty

he gets you on your knees so that his crotch is right in front of your face and pulls out his dick, slapping it on your face as he calls you such a needy little whore, begging for attention and that you would spread your legs for anyone, huh?

you just whine in response, trying to get a taste of his cock, but the tight grip he has in your hair prevents your head from moving

he tells you stick your tongue out, and you do, and he spits in your mouth and you swallow it obediently

he grins and finally lets you have a taste of his cock, letting you leave sloppy kisses along the shaft and suckle on the tip

you take him into your mouth, lips stretching around his girth as you try to breathe through your nose

he leaves you to rub your thighs together for any friction as he has you cockwarm him, and he pets the back of your head, carding his fingers through your hair as drool starts dripping down your chin

you know that if you dip your hand down your pants to try and relieve the tension on your clit, he won’t let you cum all night, and so you can only sit and attempt to get some friction on your clit with your thighs, but it isn’t enough

Shang Tsung doesn’t let you move your head at all, just simply enjoying the warmth of your mouth, and how desperate you’re starting to get for him to fuck you

there are tears in your glazed-over eyes and you’re whining around his cock

he finally starts to move your head up and down his cock, biting his lip at the sensation

finally he starts fucking into your throat, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, but you stay in your position

Shang Tsung fucks into your throat with reckless abandon, enjoying how you’re such a pretty little fuck doll for him and only for him

right before he’s going to cum, he pulls your head off his cock and drags you to sit on his lap

his fingers immediately go to your cunt, shoving his fingers and grinding the heel of his palm into your wet pussy, and you cry out at the sudden stretch but soon become a drooling mess as you beg for more

he sucks hickeys into your neck high enough so that everyone would know that you’re his, and that no one else could possibly have you

he thrusts his fingers in and out of your drooling pussy, enjoying how your sweet voice has become so raspy from his cock

when you give one final plea, a broken sob coming from your body, he removes his fingers from your pussy and sticks them in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue

you immediately suck on his fingers, moaning around them as Shang Tsung finally aligns himself with your needy hole and sinks you down

he makes you bounce on his cock as you suck on his fingers, gripping onto your hip so tightly that there are sure to be bruises there the next day

you whimper as your legs tire and you can’t bring yourself to bounce anymore

Shang Tsung just mocks you, saying that if wanted cock so bad that you’re gonna have to work for it, that you’re such a whore for using your body to try and get some money

he tells you that you’d like it if a bunch of men roughed you up, fucked you until you’re full of their seed, that you’d like just being a stupid little hole for them

you can’t help but clench at the thought, and Shang Tsung has a smirk on his face as he tells you keep on bouncing

tears stream down your face as you try to power through, but you can’t and can only pathetically grind down on his cock

Shang Tsung removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of drool connecting the them, and tells you to beg for it

immediately, words fly out of your mouth, that you’re sorry for teasing him, that you flirted with others, that you’ll be good, that only he can make you cum, that you’re only his, that you’re only a slut for him, please please please

smiling widely, Shang Tsung pulls you off his cock and before you can complain, he forces you to your knees, shoving your face into the floor and your back into a deep arch

he thrusts into you mercilessly, slapping at your ass and squeezing at the flesh as you start to drool on the floor

he reaches a hand down to mercilessly rub at your clit, and your eyes start to glaze over in pleasure and pain as he brings to the edge

Shang Tsung admires how your ass is now a mottled shade of red and how your pussy clenches around his cock whenever he hits that sweet spot inside of you

as you reach the edge, thighs twitching and cunt squeezing his cock like a vice, he pinches at your clit roughly, and you cum at the sensation of pleasure and pain mixing

he fucks you through your orgasm, thrusts erratic as he brings himself to his own orgasm

finally, he cums inside of you, fucking his seed deeper and deeper inside of you, and he hopes that it’ll take, so that everyone knows that he’s the one who knocked you up

he can feel his cum dripping out of your abused pussy and so grinds himself into you despite the overstimulation to keep his seed inside of you

he slides out of you after a moment and picks you up to lay on the small bed in the side of the trailer and props your hips up with a pillow

he picks up a rag and wipes himself and you down before wiping your drool and cum off the floor

he gets in bed soon after, holding you close in his arms and admiring the hickeys on your neck, and you both fall asleep soon after

the next morning, you have to take the day off and drink tea, voice too hoarse to sing, and Shang Tsung just smiles at you, knowing he’s the one that made you lose your voice

[ambrozjas]

the gang with a reader that is a soc? (separately)

the gang x soc!reader ꨄ︎

the outsiders x soc!reader (separately)

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this took a while, so sorry for the long wait !! 💘 thank you for the request darlin i really loved writing this !!

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of alcohol in two-bit’s, dally being a pest, reader is described as gorgeous and beautiful and “purdy” but i don’t think a gender is specified?

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“ya’know, y’didn’t have to do all this.” DARRY said, his eyes still raking across all the store bags filled with new clothes for sodapop, ponyboy, and darry.

“don’t mention it, dare. i’ve got plenty of money to spend for you boys.” you said, walking over to darry and placing a delicate hand on his arm, looking over the presents.

“sure, but—“

“can’t you just wait ‘til you see the look on soda and pony’s faces? they’re gonna be so happy, just think about it.” you try your best attempt at comforting darry, assuring him that you could afford it.

he merely sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and lean your head on him, rubbing his left arm soothingly.

“bought us some groceries for dinner t’night, too. don’t worry about it, darry. i got you.” you mumbled in his ear as his icy blue eyes opened and gazed at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“whatever you say, darlin’.”

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SODAPOP’s mouth parted a bit as his eyes widened, watching a sleek white 1966 corvette stingray pull up to the dx.

you came out of the car, sunglasses on top of your head with your hair pushed back a bit. then, your friend came out of the car too. johanna winchester, boy was she a bitch. before soda had dropped out, she was pretty much the hottest piece of gossip there, always cheating on her boyfriend and hosting parties at her dad’s two-story house on the west side.

but, you were an unfamiliar face. he had never seen you before, because if he had, he would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as you.

steve had obviously noticed sodapop ogling at something, and following his gaze he saw you. he whistled, “woo! you see those dames, soda?”

soda looked steve up and down, his face and hands covered in black oil. “‘course i see ‘em, now get outta here ‘fore they see you.”

“don’t hate me ‘cause i’m good-lookin’.” steve shrugged, taking one more glance at you and your friend opening the door before walking back to the garage.

“hey! you think we could get five on pump two, please?” ugh, even your voice made soda swoon. you handed him a few neatly stacked dollar bills and looked behind you at your friend who was side eyeing every corner of this place.

“‘course!” sodapop replied, clicking a few buttons to open up pump two but couldn’t help but overhear johanna whispering to you, “couldn’t we have picked another gas station?” obviously because it was run by “greasers.”

you whispered back to her, although soda couldnt hear you. instead, he handed you your change to which johanna rudely grabbed the coins and yanked you away, pulling you out of the dx. you threw one last glance behind you to soda, before you finally get pulled out of the gas station.

for now, he would just have to dream and hope until he sees you again.

boy, he wished he stayed in school a bit longer just so he could’ve see you more often.

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PONYBOY watched as you rested your chin on your palm, looking out the window as the sunlight illuminated your face with a golden hue.

you were in english class, unbothered by the teacher’s ramblings on shakespeare, anything outside was more interesting than this class.

ponyboy’s eyes were glued to you, watching how you wrote down simple phrases in your notebook whenever you’d tune back into the the teacher’s monologuing.

he had just watched your eyes fall across the rest of the room, the other students either borderline falling asleep or not paying attention at all, before your eyes fell on him, and in that very moment he heard a stern, “mr. curtis!” from the teacher.

ponyboy felt his cheeks heat up as the class’ eyes fell on him, he glanced over to you only to find your eyes still on him as well.

“mr. curtis, what is the answer?” he asked. pony stammered a bit, trying to read the board as quickly as possible until he heard nails clacking on the desk across the room. it was you, hand covering your mouth mouthing the letter ‘b’.

“oh—! uh, ‘b’ sir.” ponyboy said, a wave of what he thought to be sweat washing over him as he sighed in relief when the teacher nodded his head.

he looked back over to you, giving him a thumbs up as your pink lips curled in a small smile.

he smiled to himself, mouthing a quick ‘thanks’ to you before looking away and writing down whatever was on the board.

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“you ain’t like other greasers, huh?” you asked JOHNNY. “what’s your deal?”

johnny stayed quiet, eyes as wide as saucers as you leaned over him, hands planted firmly on his desk.

“you mute?” you asked, a bit coldly as johnny flinched at your tone. you tilted your head as you tried to understand him. he wasn’t like that hood dallas winston, but he wasn’t like any other greaser you’d seen before.

johnny swallowed. “no..” he said. you were utterly beautiful. albeit, a social, you were quite the jaw dropper.

“then could you.. maybe help me with this?” your demeanor changed, probably because you had realize johnny was no threat despite being a greaser. a sheepish smile grew on your face as you flashed the worksheet in front of him.

“thought w’could negotiate. i help you with the readin’, you help me with the math?” you said, tilting your head once again as you pointed at the filled worksheet below johnny, but he wasn’t paying any attention to where your finger pointed, his eyes remained on you.

his eyes flickered across your face, taking in every blemish and ridge of it. he was mesmerized by you. but he was conflicted. he could never have a chance with a soc, so why dream?

but then again, johnny thought, something is better than nothing.

“‘course.” he said.

for now, he can only dream until he could muster up the courage to speak more than one word to you.

one day, johnny thought.

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“what’s the matter wit’you, dollface?”

“don’t call me that, hood.”

DALLY huffed, a tiny bit of smoke seeping through his lips from where a small opening lie where his cigarette was.

he had been following you around all day, bothering you on your way home. you held your books protectively against your chest, thinking for some reason he’d try and pull a move on you. he kept circling around you, like a vulture. “c’mon, jus’ one date.” he told you, hand coming to rest upon your shoulder before you shook him off.

you scoffed, “maybe in your dreams.”

dally tapped his foot impatiently as you stood in front of your house, a pristine exterior with some marble pillars. he knew it was a risk being on this side of town, but then again dallas winston was never much known for being safe.

“whatever, man.” he murmured. you winced as he threw his cigarette on your freshly cut lawn, and made his way back down the street.

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him give up. you knew dallas winston as a greaser, a criminal, an asshole, and maybe a bit handsome although you’d never admit it. but you never once took him for a quitter.

you watched as he cockily walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets as he was on the lookout for any socs.

for some reason, you thought he’d try harder. did you want him to try harder?

no, you couldn’t’ve. dally wasn’t even worth your time. so why did he give up so easy? why did you wish he would’ve turned around, and kept bothering you?

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“c’mon pretty thing!” TWO-BIT shouted out at you. he had been throwing pebbles at your bedroom window, ultimately scratching the glass with the heavier ones but the thought was nice.

your bedroom was on the second floor, facing the backyard. so watching two at the ground, yelling for you at night while your parents were asleep? not a good look for you.

you held a finger to your lips as your eyes widened, quietly telling two-bit to shut up.

you don’t think he got the message though, considering his grin never left his face, and the bottle didn’t leave his hand either. he flashed you your favorite candy bar, and waved a hand at you telling you to come down.

you looked back behind you, and back at two, giving him a thumbs up.

you put on a jacket over your nightgown, putting your sneakers on and tip-toeing down the stairs and out the back door.

you saw two-bit, taking chugs of his drink before his eyes fell on you. “hey baby! how you doin’?”

“fine, before you woke me up.” you said to which he gave you a small hug, immediately warming you up with his body heat. he tapped the candy bar against your back, which made you pull away to grab it.

“snagged you a sweet.”

“snagged or stole?”

“same thing, ain’t it? now c’mon darlin’, we got a whole night ahead of us!” two-bit said, pulling you away and helping you jump over your fence, like a gentleman.

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“hey, y’mind passin’ me that wrench over there?” STEVE said, the creeper making a squeak as he rolled out from under the car and pointed you towards the clear drawers containing all the parts.

your face screwed up as you thought about all the dirt and oil that must be on those tools. you made a thinking noise, looking back at the drawers before steve tsk’ed.

“what? too worried about your purdy sleeves getting dirty from some oil?” he scoffed.

“‘m glad you think they’re pretty, at least.”

“just—! get me the wrench?” he said, brown eyes flickering up at you in your seat. “what’s the magic word?” you said, a grin resting on your face.

“i might as well go get it m’self.” steve started to roll the creeper further out so he could just get the tools on his own before you stopped him with a series of ‘no’.

“okay! just—,” you cringed at the plethora of rusty tools steve had im the drawers, and quickly dug through them. steve laughed as you shuffled through all of them, before whistling.

you turned your head towards him, only to find him waving the wrench at you with a shit-eating grin.

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