#lemme know if ya want a full thing

[emperor-palpaminty]

Just price thot Minors DNI, i am self indulgent so female reader

The room being dark with the night and the only light being whatever the city scape allows- that, and the embers of Price's high quality cigar.

He's not super needs but his mouth has a death grip on that cigar and his hands are gently running through your hair and he's guiding your head as you take his dick in your mouth. He's purring affirmations ("That's a good girl, taking me so well") and gently moving his hips to get just a little more of him in your mouth. When you look up you can see how his shirt sits on his muscular body as he leans back lazily and watches you through hooded eyes. You moan around him and he tangles his hands in your hair. His head rolls back and he groans a bit as you get him closer as he finishes the cigar-

mmmmmmmmmmmmm

[sunflower-dancing]

Backrooms Drabble

The flight was delayed, which, if they were honest, did not surprise them. Indeed, it had been busier than usual, so delays were expected. What, then, did one do?

[wifey] Flight delayed. I’ll let you know when or if I get another flight.

 A selfie of them is sent. They have pretty gold eyes and a fringe of soft brown framing their faces. The length is just long enough to pass as a feminine haircut without overtly being as such. The witch places their phone back into their pocket. Seoul seemed so far to him now. The jetlag was real, and what was supposed to have been a vacation did not happen. Meeting after meeting... dull, monotonous, and so very, very drab. Long fingers brush against the fringe while sighing deeply. Perhaps resting their eyes would be the best course of action.

 So they do. Without much effort, their lids close and the world around them fades into unending darkness as reality slowly ebbs away.

 ….

 Floating That's the first thing they notice—a sensation of weightlessness that stirs the consciousness.

“Mmmm?” Once opened, the figure feels a sudden pang of unease. Above him, the loud, consistent hums of fluorescent lights as well as the scent of moist carpeting beneath him are enough to pull him fully from the haze of sleep. 

It’s October 26th, 2019 and Joonwoo Elijah Kim, waiting for the next flight to Seoul, has slipped from reality. From the corner of his eye, he sees them. When the head turns, however, it is gone, and he is alone once more. The unease grows, his breaths coming in shorter and shorter lungfuls. His magic, which he once felt so clearly, had disappeared, and a strange, foreign type of emptiness had replaced it. As if to test this, he lifts a hand, palm open to the ceiling. Nothing. 

No wind. 

No spark. 

Nothing. 

“...oh…” 

So it was confirmed. 

Here, in this puke yellow hall with ugly wallpaper and damp carpeting, Joonwoo Kim finally stands up, jeans soaked with whatever was on the carpet, and gives a long, deep sigh. 

He walks, eyes casting their gaze ahead as he searches for a way out, a way to escape. At the very least, he needed to get out of there. Step, step, one foot in front of the other, he trudges on. Left, right, left, straight, right, left, turn after turn, and dead end after dead end. An endless maze. Surely, then, there had to be an exit. A glance at the smartwatch made him frown. Time had stopped, and so he pulled his phone out to be sure. He had to be certain he wasn't going insane... or perhaps he was because the time still read the same as when he sent the text. 12:45 am. 

A noise startles him so badly he shrieks, having become accustomed all too quickly to the humming that when he turns he sees it. The formless mass of shadow, deep as an endless night, a never-ending void. At once, it feels as if the world has faded, with nothing existing in the here and now besides him and whatever this thing was. 

‘Sleep.’ It says, though no mouth is present aside from its multitude of unblinking eyes. 

Bump bump. 

‘Sleep.’ 

Again, the creature commands, and in the now-silent blackness, he obeys, his eyes closing as his body sags and hits what should have been a floor, but was instead nothing. When he next awoke, it was to an unmoving sky of bright blue, with clouds seemingly painted against the great expanse. No air, no noise aside from the rushing of blood in his ears and the intense beating of his heart. Familiarity. He knew this place and distinctly knew he should not be here. His body is heavy, as if weighed down by metric tons of water. The air seemingly escaped him the more he struggled, and in doing so, caused his anxiety to peak to an almost frightening and alarming point. He shouldn’t be here. This isn’t safe. He’s not safe. He has to go. He has to move. 

“I...” the words die on a heavy tongue, the heart beating faster and faster as he struggles to sit up, to push off the crushing weight. 

He’s been here too. 

Sleep, 'the voice echoes around him and inside of him, reverberating loudly in his ears. 

He cannot sleep. Sleep is bad. He has to stay awake. He has to go. He needs to go so badly. The urgency quickens, and finally, finally, he has the energy to sit up, and there, in front of him, was his cat. A lovely, fluffy Persian with mismatched eyes. 

‘Sleep’ 

“I…” 

‘Sleep.’ 

“N-no…” 

‘S l e e p !’

The other fights the fog, the haze that threatens to consume him as his body collapses again. This time he feels it, the velvet softness of something otherworldly. Not quite chains, but not quite vines. Tendrils of something. It burns. It stings and sears at his skin enough to make him scream and plead for it to stop and let go. It does, eventually, and he pants harshly, feeling as if his brain was becoming liquid and leaking out. He can see his whole life, feel everything all at once. He hears their voices, feels them around him, and he feels insane. Dizzy. Tired. 

So he sleeps, fully, letting the darkness take him, letting the corruption spread until it doesn't, and vaguely, in the recess of his slumbering state, he hears something, but when he next wakes, he is back in the yellow hall and a bottle of almond water is sitting before him. He got thirsty suddenly and drank it down without stopping until he choked on his own breath. The unease, the anxiety, and the heaviness he felt were gone. Now, with a clear head, he picks up the bag he had dropped, apparently, and, feeling confident now, he glides his hand along the wall until he comes to a door. As he opens it, he finds himself in a new room. 

It’s October 26th, 2019 and Joonwoo Kim, once a powerful witch, is no more than a human and he’s lost his way. Behind him is an orange tabby, it’s tail flicking. 

[chrollohearttags]

aggressive sex with reiner after teasing him all day long during your shopping spree.

content warning: heavy squirting, cowboy reiner, plus size black fem reader, oral sex, foot play, super vocal dom reiner (him talking his shit cause whew 😵‍💫), spit kink, slapping, daddy kink, choking

this is sort of an excerpt/drabble for a full fic that I’m working on because lord knows when I’ll get around to finishing it but this thought wouldn’t leave me.

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it was as if you had stepped into a parallel universe. One completely opposite from the one you knew..especially in the bedroom!..things were so different tonight between you and your beloved husband that you’d hardly even recognize him. And yet..

“Yer’ dripping, baby..a fucking mess. You better not let me miss a drop either..matter of fact, shake that ass in my face. You know exactly what I like.”

you were loving this side of him! Aggressive, talkative and so demanding of you. Smacking your round asscheeks as you threw them back onto his head that was smothered in between them. Twerking on his face as he tongue fucked you from behind. Slurping and sucking on that sensitive pussy like a sweet delicacy. Those rough, loud grunts mumbling against your sex and making it feel ten times better. Making you reach back and grip your ankles; the diamond tennis bracelet and $20,000 wedding ring glistening underneath the bedroom lights. Just a small fraction of the amenities he spoiled you with. After all, it was worth it for the way you fucked him in return..

“Take that fucking pillow out of yer’ mouth, sweetheart. I need to hear how good of a job I’m doin’. Feel good getting ya’ pussy ate like this?”

“Yes! So fucking—ahh! Shit…”

your admission interrupted by yet another orgasm. Squirting on both his face and the silk linen underneath you. Those eyes crossing in the process and your body going limp for a moment..which in turn pleased him. “There it is…come on daddy’s tongue, baby. You taste so good..” See, you had been giving him little teasers and previews of what was in store when you got home and now he was reaping the rewards. Watching you spread yourself open with those pretty new nails he had just paid to have done, along with the cute lace thong he had tugged aside to eat you out. Watching you tremble, he’d spit down onto that entrance and puckering asshole before leaning up and prompting you to turn over with a heavy palm to the ass.

“Lemme spit in that pretty mouth too—ya’ like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy! I love it..love when you treat me like a slut..”

finally getting you face to face with his fingers pumping between your lips. Watching how happy you became when he fed you a couple slaps. “I know ya’ do. That’s why you were in the car, sending me those sexy lil’ videos of you playing with your pussy. Saying ya’ wanted me to fuck the shit out of you.” Hooking his fingers into your jaw, Reiner burrowed his entire weight over you, diving between those pretty little legs. You didn’t have the strength to hold them open so he’d be glad to pin them up. “Had me sneaking away from work to stroke myself..made me come so hard..you’re such a tease..” Mainly because he wanted to flick his tongue around and suck on those freshly done toes..kissing on your instep and ankle as he began to feed you deep strokes. But not before slapping that cock against your very needy and warm slit. His opposite hand eventually snaked around your throat before bending down and smirking in your face.

“So I’ll give you what ya’ need…all this dick, just for you, pretty girl. Gonna fuck you all night.”

[leohamatoblog]

More Boyfriend Headcanons: Raph Edition

• "ugh! i can't get this!" "what's wrong, babe?" "it's too heavy." "aww, why didn't you say so?"

• oh you want pancakes right now? chef raph is in the building

• your living room has become a second gym for him and it's totally fine with you

• pokes your side to get your attention all the time

• pouts when you yell at him for not being careful

• becomes a literal child if you ignore him when you're mad

• he's mad? you're darling now

• you're mad? his full name comes out and then he knows he messed up

• "uh why are ya sittin there? come sit'ere." *pats lap*

• "that's not y/n's blood, it's mine. i cut myself and never cleaned it up."

• "sweetheart i'm home!"

• "lemme bench you, i get to work out and have a nice view."

• you have a pet? it's now "our" pet to him

• likes to pester you by moving things around your kitchen so you can't find it

• tightens all the jars so he can open them for you

• will open your drink in front of you

• loves to carry you around for fun

• will cry if you start crying

• arm around you anytime he's next to you sitting or standing

• two words: thigh. grabber.

• so no communication after a fight? good luck getting your favorite wine off the very top of your cabinet without the chairs that suddenly came up missing

• spar with him, just do it

• he's secretly insecure about how he smells (cause reptile and sewer), so he follows your hygiene tips religiously

• you're in the wrong with another person? not in his eyes, he will die on the fact you were right

• doesn't mind baby treatment if it comes from you

• let him lay on your lap and vent

• will jump from rooftop to rooftop with you in his arms

• not the best cleaner but the effort is definitely there

• best listener

• no problem getting you tampons/pads if you get periods

• no problem helping you bind/tuck if you're transitioning

• you want to start working out? you're in a relationship with the right guy

• checks you out shamelessly

• you're in his way? you'll be airborne for a second and then you won't be

• overprotective but working on it, but by nature he's territorial (do with that what you will)

• acts like scary movies don't bother him so he looks tough to you (he's scared out of his mind)

• hardly ever raises his voice at you but sometimes it just happens

• constant back rubs and head scratches

• type to kiss the back of your hand

• doesn't snore but makes noises in his sleep

• tries very hard to keep his temper in check but he does get explosive at times. he doesn't mean to, but he'd never hurt you/lay a hand on you

• emotionally in tune with you to the point he knows you a bit too well

• you said 'i love you' first but he fell first

[daenysx]

yes, turns out i love writing soft!daryl with lots and lots of praises. this is also my first try of smut with daryl, and it would be perfect if you tell me what you think! hope you enjoy!!

era: prison

my masterlist

fake pouting on a pretty face

daryl dixon can't say no to you. morning sex. nsfw.

"yer such a sweet baby, hmm?"

he kisses your pouting lips. he is aware of the fact that you literally turned him into a touch starved man, he always craves physical affection now. from you.

"i'm just saying that you should stay here with me instead of going out like literally 2 hours early."

he kisses you again and this time you don't break the kiss. your lips stay on his until the lack of air becomes painful. your fingers draw little circles on his neck and he holds your waist, pins you to your bed.

"fine. 'm stayin'."

you chuckle. "i knew you wouldn't resist my charm, dixon."

he hums quietly. "if 'm not leavin' i should make it worth, don't ya think?"

you nod. "mm-hmm. yes, please."

"lemme take this off. lift yer arms, baby."

he takes off your shirt and you make yourself comfortable under him.

he smiles at your comfort under him, you wait for his next move patiently and bite your lip. he cups your cheek and pulls your lip from your teeth. you kiss his palm, give him a little smile.

he kisses your neck, your pulse point, and your chest. your breathing quickens when you feel his tongue on your nipple and he looks at your blushing face.

"eager, hmm?"

you exhale slowly. "a little."

"a little? sweet thing."

you blush even more with his words. ever since he discovered how you react when he talks to you with sweet words full of praises, he tells you more of them. you are too good to him, too pretty and adorable, the only thing that keeps his world bright.

he kisses your belly, and his hands reach for your thighs to part them. he looks like a starved man as he sees the slight wetness on your panties.

"lift yer hips, c'mon baby."

you are completely naked under his gaze right now. his eyes have the expression of desire and love. he gives you a comforting look before he leans in between your thighs and presses a tempting kiss on your clit.

you know how he loves to give you pleasure with his mouth and you adore him when he acts so attentive. this morning is no different, he opens his mouth and curls his lips around your swollen clit. he sucks it, holds your thighs with his big hands to keep you still.

you can't help your little sounds, bite your lips to prevent yourself from moaning his name loudly. you don't want to disturb people in other cells, and daryl knows that. he wouldn't want anyone else to hear you as well. these sounds, they are all for him. he is the only one meant to hear them and he loves it. he loves the feeling of being special.

he is determined to make you come on his tongue first. he keeps moving his tongue everywhere, and when he pushes his mouth to your entrance you nearly weep. he feels himself getting harder and rubs his cock on the sheets for a little relief by moving his hips as he eats you out.

you grab his wrists and arch your back slowly. the orgasm is intense, your brain is all clear and your muscles relaxed. he licks the remnants of your release and looks at you proudly. your breathing sounds fill the cell, he presses kisses on your thighs as he gets on his knees on bed.

"yer perfect, you know tha'?"

he licks his lips and looks at your blushed face. you bring your hands on his chest and his abdomen, feeling the toned muscles there. his cock is too hard now, it almost hurts. it rests against his stomach and you brush your fingers on it lightly. your thumb strokes the tip and he curses silently.

"i want you, daryl. come on, now."

you try to make him go inside you, feeling him deep inside always felt good and it brings you a good kind of comfort. you love how hard he feels inside and how straining it is to take him fully. you love his groans as he tries to go slow to not hurt you and his warm exhales when he reaches deep.

he shakes his head thoughtfully. "my fingers first, sweet girl. don' wanna hurt ya."

he strokes your clit first, then moves his fingers to your entrance. just his forefinger and your muscles clench around him. he loves how responsive you are and always tries to take his time to prepare you, never wants to hurt you. when he makes sure you're alright, he adds a second finger and encourages you to relax around him.

you can't take it anymore, desperately want him to start moving inside you with his cock. you pull him to yourself, kiss his lips to silence yourself and hold onto his strong arms for your balance.

"come on, i want it, please."

he adjusts himself to your entrance after he takes his fingers off you and starts pushing himself slowly.

"good girl. good fuckin' girl."

you bring his hand on your mouth to not being too loud. he holds your waist with his free hand, tries to settle down and stay inside your tight warmth.

he can already feel his orgasm close with your arching waist and clenching muscles. he moves slowly, too cautious to not hurt you. when you push yourself to him for a little friction, he tries to keep the pace slow and powerful.

"shh, don' want ya to be sore, baby."

you look deep into his eyes. "i'll be fine, daryl. i just want more."

he looks at you with a bright smile now. "sweet little baby, tha' not enough for ya, hmm? yer takin' me so well, such a good girl."

he moves harder now, not too fast but he knows what he's doing. you wrap your arms around his neck, kiss his lips as he moves his hips deeper into you.

"mm-hmm. your good girl." you say, breathless.

"yeah, my good girl."

he keeps thrusting until it becomes too much, when he feels you're close he moves faster and you hold onto him once more.

you melt under him as his cock hits deep inside you. your little moans become quick breathes and you come for the second time since you woke up in his arms.

he is already close but your orgasm gives him a perfect timing to finish. he uses his last piece of strength and pulls himself to come on your belly. he knows he should be careful and even when it feels too tempting to come inside you, he forces himself to fight the urge.

he puts his head on your chest when his cock softens. you hold him, caressing his hair and helping him to live the perfect moments of post-orgasm. he lifts his head to look at your pretty face with a smile on his lips. his eyes hold too many emotions all at the same time.

he lays on his side and pulls you to his chest. staying here with you instead of going on a early hunt is the greatest decision but he will not tell you that. still, the fact that you both have to leave the bed pains him, all he wants is to stay here as long as he can, hold you in his arms, safe and protected by him from all the shit out there.

your cell is brighter now with the morning light. he kisses you on your forehead, on your nose, on your lips, and on your chin. your legs are entangled with his, and you are safe here. you love the feeling of safety when he's with you.

"c'mon sunshine, don' sleep on me now. we gotta get up soon."

you have a fake pout on your face, he fucking loves it. "you make it too hard. just- a little more, okay?"

he nods, refuses to say no to you when you're so sweet. "a little more."

[moooncats]

✿ Pick A Card : Your Toxic Traits ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄ᗣ‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎ ✿

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✿ Pile 1 ✿

Popular Loner

Detatched as fuuuuck. 💀 Oof pile 1, I'm hearing you convey the same energy as an Aquarius/Libra. You don't have to be that particular sign, but you do display simmilar traits. With that pile 1, you are very smart and you know that in some situations your words may cut like a knife... and yet you still full send them lmfao. This pile is goofy af, on top of that you are very hard to get a hold of. Deadass I'm seeing you tend to fall off the face of the planet, then randomly reactivate your social media's and positing again to see who missed you or whats buzzing. 🐝 ✨️ I'm hearing "Whats the tea 🍵?¿" Your card Pile 1 was the Queen of Swords. Althought it may seem like a favorful card, this is actually far from the truth. You are so in touch with your logic based brain that you are failing when it comes to connecting to your own emotions. They are turned off so you can percieve things as they actually are and continue to stay on the high pedstal that you put yourself on. Pile 1, I'm seeing here that so many people want to collaborate with you, but you love them at a distance. You rarely do anything else that isn't hanging out with your family doing errands, or working and stacking up silently. This may also be my piles who work from home. You prefer to be secluded in your own energy and most don't know that much about you. You may also be very "vocal" when it comes to your social media. This can lead to "trolling" or "fights" that happen. Pile 1 lets be honest, you like to stir the pot lmfao. Messsyyyy.

✿ Advice From Spirit ✿

Your Angel guides and spirits think you'll grow out of this phase. So that's good news right there pile 1. You may be on the Younger side, or have a youthful way of thinking. Honestly, you as a person is very likable. You tend to gravitate people towards you just from vibes alone, and people love that about you. I'm hearing, "You need to rationalize better, and use honesty in your everyday life with straightfowardness". With this type of living, your encounters will become enriched with trust from your own judgment and maintain integrity in your day to day life. I'm also hearing "Be there for people more, open up your boundaries and live life day by day, be present". Once you genuinely want to spend time with more people, you will reach the point of your life where you can be of guidance to others. Just like how the Queen of Swords was. Less Arguments, and more Growth. 🌱 (:

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✿ Pile 2 ✿

Fight Club

"THANK GOD I AIN'T HAVE TO SMACK A B**** TODAY"

Why do you feel the need to even have to fight if you'll always come out right in the end? Like whats the use... I'm seeing someone who likes to get receipts, facts, everythinggggg before they start to go psycho mode and yell at people to defend their own ideals. Pile 2, your card was 5 of Swords. I'm hearing Smack a Bitch by Rico Nasty.

Especially when she say's "Don't work at MAC, but I'll beat a bitch's face". Bwahahaha Pile 2 you are fighters let's go! It reminds me of something my gamer girl friend always says "Violence is always the answer". While it may seem true to you; ya do know that sometimes it's better to let things settle and silence is always an answer as well? Why must you add more flames into the conversation just to set everything and everyone on fire? Contemplate on that thought pile 2 lmfao. You may think that you're very defensive and you wouldn't hurt a fly but babyyyy Tarot ain't lying here Lmao. Lemme call you out (with love ofc haha ♡). Pile 2 you are seen as a hot pan. Filled with oil and if one spec of water touches you, you'll go ape shit hahah. People around you have learned to just keep you happy and fed so you don't go all aggro on them. They know you hold grudges secretly until you kinda just dgaf then full send all those emotions that were held deep inside. Honey, you have to do some shadow work before you make everyone around you run. Trust me being lonely is not a flex. As human beings, we need to be surrounded by each other to function properly.

✿ Advice From Spirit ✿

Please look within yourself and ask for help from your loved ones. I'm hearing "We just want to know that you are okay". Giiiiirl, soooo many people are trying to reach out to you- yet you give them the cold shoulder and take on all this pain as your own... it is not. You are amazing, wonderful, LOVED. You have people around you who want to help, let them pile 2. I'm seeing that they are your soul tribe, and they will help you through the grief and pain you are going through. Your Angel Guides and Spirits want you to gain Fortitude during these times, it is great to be resillient and compassionate during these times. They also want me to bring up shadow work. It will help you a lot on your jouney here on earth. Please start journaling all those past trauma's so they can heal and you can be more level headed and yourself. (: Heres a hug pile 2, you'll get through it one day. ♡

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✿ Pile 3 ✿

Depersonalization

You are it baby. Honey, You're a star did you know that?

All eyes are on you. You may have already known that from a young age, but I'm seeing here that you tend to dim your light so others can shine more. Why do you do that? Stars are meant to be seen. You are supposed to be guiding people, but instead you're making others guide randoms and they have nothing in common? Lmfao I'm seeing you being extremely friendly to everyone and when one bad person says something wrong about you, your whole friend group is broken up cause you trusted too easily and you made someone else their star. Giiiiirl get it together. You are deadass the main character without even trying, yet you feel insecurities that aren't even there. Seriously who says one star is better than the other? They are all equally beautiful. And like a snowflake, no two are like the other. Your card was The Star pile 3. ⭐️✨️ You are constantly putting bad eggs on the pedastal while you reduce yourself down to less than that of dirt. It's so sad to hear and see pile 3. People can clearly see that you are insecure, and you like to hold feelings like jealousy because you feel a sense of incomplete. Oof that was really deep pile 3, please let me know if I hit a nerve. This is coming from love I promise. ♡♡♡

✿ Advice From Spirit ✿

Pile 3, never let your dreams die. You know that you are on the right path when you are following it with clear conscice intentions. Your spirit already knows what to do. Just tap into your intuition and follow it. Embrace your unique talents and always let them shine brightly. Have faith in the universe and you will forever shine brightly like a star in the night sky. ♡ Please start listening to empowering songs that will make you feel amazing and great. I added in two from my playlist for you pile 3. Please make sure to read the lyrics and use it as a daily affirmation. You will 100% feel the difference in 2 weeks max. ♡

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Mahalo for reading this! If you enjoyed it please leave a like and comment down below. Comments always make my day honestly. ♡ I hope what I said did not offend people. It was advice sent from spirit with love. ♡ You are all amazing, wonderful, rad individuals! (: Remember to drink and stay hydrated baby bats! 🦇 ^-^ Moooncats out! 🚀⭐️✨️

[macsimagines]

mikey izana and shin react to getting scented so thorughly by their s/o that they get mistaken for an omega after leaving the house

Darling almost never gets to be the possessive one lol nice change of pace.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, ABO

Yandere!Alpha Manjiro Sano

He loves you and loves to be scented by you, but you're a little bit needier than usual with your heat coming soon. "Baby, you gotta let me go. We need groceries." "Mmmmm, lemme just rub on you a little more~ Pleeeaaase, baby?"

Immediately regrets it when he walks outside reeking of Omega. He shakes it off when he hears a few whistles down the street because there's no way they're whistling at him.

Then some asshole alpha, that REEKS of horny, tries to pick him up in the middle of the store. "Hey baby, want a real man to take care of your heat?" "...Man going to jail wasn't on my to-do list BUT-"

Ya he beats that guy in the middle of a damn Walgreens and goes home to give you an earful. Too bad he walks in and your heat is in full swing.

"Mikey? Alpha? ...Why do you smell like that!?" you snarl in repulsion. "Your fault. Come here and fix it."

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

In a similar situation to Mikey's. You're in your heat and usually Izana wouldn't allow such dominant displays, but you're never this loving to him.

He is just drowning in your attention and affection when he suddenly remembers that he forgot to get some groceries for your heat. And he can't have you starving when you're being such a good girl.

Doesn't leave you though. Can't bear the thought of going out when you're finally being so caring to your rightful Alpha and King, so he just opts to order food for you.

Then the delivery driver shows up with all the groceries in hand and Izana makes the mistake of opening the door to greet him. "Damn, baby-boy. Rough heat?" the guy says with a sleazy smile and Izana doesn't even think twice before grabbing him by the collar and smashing his face into the adjacent wall.

"You try'na die, Fucker?" he growls, letting off all the suffocating alpha pheromones that you've been drowning out. But then he hears your sad little chirps from the other room and is forced to release the idiot delivery driver.

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

He is so in love with you and lets you scent him as much as you damn well please. Even though, it is constantly getting him into trouble.

Gets hit on all the time by other alpha's that think he's some cute rebellious Omega. "I'm an ALPHA FUCKERS!" Gets his ass kicked a lot for picking those fights...

Wouldn't change a thing though because at least he has an omega that loves to scent him as much as you do. Honestly gets high off all the pheromones you're giving.

"Mmmmgoodsogoodbabymmmm~" croons so happy and pleased for you every time you snuggle and scent him. "That's a good, Alpha. Letting your Omega scent you, like a good boy~" and he just nods along and says whatever you want to hear because he really is such a good boy.

Does get made fun of by everyone. "So...How was Y/N, Big Bro? Was she happy? Cause she smells like she was suuuuper happy-" "Shuddup, Mikey! You just don't know what it takes to keep an Omega happy!"

He wears your smell with pride though. Doesn't ever tell you to stop it and in fact encourages you to do it more often. He also scents you just as much.

"We gotta make sure people can smell your Alpha right baby?"

[the-sinister-story-teller]

this is long, sorry. okay, so it would be angsty with a happy ending (maybe with some smut at the end) where reader is tall and looks like a total dom, but is actually a bottom who is head over heels for angel, and tries to show it but angel doesn’t believe him/thinks he’s trying to use him and pushes the reader away,, though angel has also caught feelings. eventually angel overhears reader telling someone (charlie, husk, idc) how in love he is with angel and how angel hates him and angel confronts him. crying and confessions happen and maybe some smut where angel tops reader.

thanks, i love your writing!!!

A/n: Of course! I love this idea! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Angel Dust x M!Reader ~ Looks May Be Deceiving

Mentions: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Male Reader, MxM intimacy, Soft Dom!Angel.

Topic: Request above ^^^^

"Hey Angel have you seen my phone?" You called out to your friend, Angel Dust, who hummed in minor confusion.

"Uhhhh...No!" He called back, as you gasped in joy.

"I got it! Thanks Angie!" You hummed, before leaving to go run some errands. To be frank, you didn't lose your phone. You had it the entire time, you just needed a reason to try and confess to Angel, but you chickened out. You had arrived a while back, and grown moderately close to Angel. When you began to try and hit on him he...declined. A lot. At some point, you tried to ask him out to which he sweetly but bluntly said a flat 'no' to. You wouldn't lose hope though. Not that easily, especially with how smitten you were for him. You didn't know it, but he was in love too, but he didn't want to be used by someone again. So, he sheltered himself from it.

Later enough, you came back with groceries that Charlie had needed, your hands full.

"Princess! I need a lil' bit of help here!!" You shouted as Charlie rushed to help you, setting the bags down. You sighed at the relief of nothing heavy weighing down your arms now, before you plopped back into a chair in the lobby. It was then you saw Angel come down, making you sigh softly. You sat up, going to help him carry something. "Here, lemme get that for ya!"

"Oh uh...Thanks Y/n." He spoke sheepishly, as you chuckled nervously again.

"Say uhm...Are you free tonight?" You asked, raising a brow as Angel narrowed his eyes.

"No. I'm really, really, busy tonight.." Angel lied, leaving the room quickly with his things. You sighed, hopeless as you sat at the bar, catching husk's attention.

"Th' hells got you so gloom?" Husk asked, pouring a glass of booze for you, as you took the cup.

"Thanks...and it's nothing just...In a predicament."

"Of what sorts?" Husk asked, raising a brow as he drank a bottle of cheap booze.

"Just..Angel. He acts like he hates my guts but I..."

"You love 'im, don't cha?" Husk sighed as you nodded, taking a swig from the glass, groaning quietly in frustration. Before Angel could fully leave, he was still within ear shot, hearing your confession.

"Yeah..I am. I can't help it!! Have you fuckin' seen him!? He's gorgeous, funny, and just...everything I'll ever need.." You muttered, sighing softly. "I just don't have a chance with him...He hates my damn guts for christs sake!" You exclaimed as Husk huffed.

"They always act like that, to cover up their true feelin's. Only thing is, Angel's probably like that 'cuz of the shit he went through." Husk explained, as you nodded.

"Yeah...You have a point.."

"So, take it easy. He's probably in love with ya' too, he just isn't ready for it yet. Keep shootin' your shot kid." Husk said with a very light smile. You returned to expression, finishing your drink, and standing up.

"Thanks Husk. It...Really means a lot to me." You thanked and he nodded, waving his hand to shoo you off. You sighed, making your way to your room, before hearing a voice.

"Hey Y/n?" Angel spoke softly, spooking you as he came out of nowhere from behind.

"Oh, Angel. It's you. What's up?" You asked as Angel opened his mouth to speak, before sighing, holding his arms softly.

"Listen I...I don't hate you..You're just so nice and I didn't know if you were genuine or just wanted to use me for sex.." He spoke, his voice shaking a bit from the tears. He didn't want you to think he hated you, he didn't want you to lose interest because of it either.

"Where did all this come from Angie?.." You murmured, scared he might've heard your conversation with Husk.

"Damnit I-...fuck...I heard what you said and...and I'm sorry for bein' a complete asshole. I didn't want to get close to you and end up goin' through heartbreak 'cuz you got tired of usin' me." He explained and you swallowed thickly.

"Angel...I'd never fucking use you...Ever..I'm lovesick for you and I'd die a second time to make sure you're happy and safe." You said, a bit of confidence peaking in your voice.

"So you're not..Upset?"

"Fuck no!! If I'm upset at anything, I'm upset you didn't tell me sooner!" You joked, hugging Angel softly as he sighed with relief, quietly and softly crying from joy.

"I love you Angel.."

"I...I love you too Y/n.." Angel muttered. From then on, the two of you began dating, and to say the least, it was fun. Constant pranks and affection. You two were in Angel's room, cuddling as you watched some novela.

"...I'm fuckin' tellin' ya Y/n! She's just gonna dump him!" Angel exclaimed as you scoffed.

"As if! Maria loves Gabe!! I doubt she'd ditch him." You huffed as the two of you went silent, before breaking out into laughter...It died down, as it was just a silent cuddle now. A question lingered in Angel's mind for a bit since you two began dating, and he felt this was the right time to ask. Given he was a bit horny that day, from seeing you to heavy work in a tank top.

"Hey Y/n, can I ask ya somethin'?"

"Uh yeah! Shoot me with it hon-" You laughed, leaning your cheek on the palm of your hand, as your elbow propped you up on the bed.

"Are you...Ready for sex? If not that's completely--" Angel quickly sat up to dismiss it all before you cut him off.

"Yes." You bluntly spoke as Angel stammered before snickering.

"Didn't think you'd reply so fast damn." He laughed as you chuckled, your cheeks growing hot.

"But uh...One thing I'd like to mention...I'm not one to top." You sheepishly chuckled as Angel hummed.

"I get it...Got any big kinks you want me to know tootz?" Angel cooed as he laid you down onto the bed, climbing on top. You practically melted into his touch, bright red from all this.

"Nope...I'm followin' you Angie, you can take the pace however you want.." You muttered sweetly as Angel nodded, cupping your cheek with one hand, kissing you softly as he used the other hands to undress the two of you. He straddled your waist, running his hands over your now bare body as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Not gonna lie tootz, I was expectin' ya to be a top~" He giggled as you bashfully looked away. Angel simply cooed from this, turning your head to face him. "Awh~ don't get shy on me now babe~" He teased as you let out a shaky sigh, before jolting a bit with a soft moan, feeling Angel's hand wrap around your shaft.

"A-Angel please be-"

"I know, I know babe, I'll be gentle...Just wasn't expecting you to be so big~" He sweetly said, leaning down and kissing your cheek. You began to whimper a bit, feeling Angel slowly drag his hand from the base to the tip, rubbing it gently to spread the pre-cum.

"Holy f-fuck angel that- mhh~ -feels a-amazing- ah..~" You moaned out, shuddering from the feeling of Angel peppering your neck in sweet kisses.

"I'm glad babe, s'all i want you to feel..pleasure all the way..~" Angel cooed, holding you closely to him. While one hand pumped your length, the other began rubbing your entrance softly, before pushing its way in, earning a whimper of minor pain from you. Angel gasped, sitting up with worry. "You ok babycakes?"

"Y-Yeah I'm fine Angie..hnn..You can keep going..~" You muttered, as Angel nodded with a sweet look, hugging you close with his two free arms, while two fingers fucked your hole, and the other stroked you. You let out a soft whimper, beginning to pant.

"Are you close babe?~" Angel asked, keeping you close to him while you reached your high. You let out yet another whimper, this time more desperate and needy. "C'mon sweet thing, let loose, ok~?" Angel cooed as you covered your mouth, doing just that. Once you finished, you let your arms fall to your side, as Angel laid on top, playing with your hair. "Happy?"

"So fucking happy babe." You chuckled breathlessly, as you two shared a quick kiss, before Angel sighed.

"Love you Y/n."

"Love you too Angie."

[2cutie]

blurbs,headcannons bc i cant write one thing at once

Mortal Kombat men x gn!reader(ft. Bi-Han, Johnny Cage, Shang Tsung

If you have requests/etc, shoot them at me!! And if you want me to finish/write something full with these prompts, lemme know <333 These are just short prompts I've had in my mind

BI-HAN

Bi-Han's eyes narrowed when you laughed, his grip on the wound tightening more. He was not amused. He knew you were attempting to hide the pain, and he didn't appreciate the attempts.

His lips curled back into a tight frown, and he nodded his head briefly at your command. With that warning, he pressed down on the wound, applying pressure. The press was not gentle, and he was expecting your cry of pain. Yet the grip around your injury did not falter.

Instead of a yelp or whine, you suprised him with a stream of the most vulgar profanities and insults. His lips almost curled into a proud grin until your leg thrusted against him insctively to kick him back - off your wound - but he did not waver. More so, his pressure got firmer, cold hands gripped into the skin of your hip tighter.

The anger and profanity you spewed sent Bi-Han into a wave of amusement - though he quickly suppressed it. When your words died off and a moment's time passed, his cool grip loosened and he pulled his hands away. He took a step back to give you room, watching closely as you hunched over. Your anger was amusing to watch, though it was a sight he enjoyed in private.

"Watch your tongue." Bi-Han barked out in a commanding tone.

SHANG TSUNG

A/N: og idea is Reader is a shape-shifter (so original woahhh) and first introduced to Shang Tsung when he was a beggar. They approach him in a feline form on the rainy night he sits outside his wagon. OR ya can just be a cat

You watch him from a distance as he sits solemn, unmoving. You were unsure if he was even alive as the rain pooled over his face, dripped off his features, down his nose. But then he blinked, slow and almost lifeless. You approached.

He hadn't noticed you until he felt a wet paw bat his knee. "What?" His voice sounded a little off, as if he was just awakening from a nap.

You mewled, flicking your tail as if asking him to share his thoughts. But his expression only darkened.

"Go. GO." Then, the man was moving. He stood up and picked you up by the scruff of your neck, setting you back 10 feet away from where he was. He sheltered you under a tree but said nothing more when he placed you down and turned back to return to his step.

You don't know what drew you back, but it did. You approached again and instead nuzzled his knee.

The beggar was a bit confused by your display of affection. His expression softened, though he tried to evade it. "What do you want? I don't have any food." His voice was softer, a bit broken.

You didn't like hearing it like that. He was handsome. His voice should sound happier. You pleaded with your eyes, trying to soothe him. You mewled ever so gently.

Shang's heart…melted. You saw it cross over his face and how he tried to hide it. How he had to resist that smile in the corner of his mouth. So you purred and paw him again.

He didn't resist any longer. The smile finally stayed on his bruised and dirty face. He didn't even see to notice just when he began petting you. Damn you.

You chirped happily and licked his palm when he gave in. His hands were soft, kind. He had even picked you up and held in his lap. He didn't care you were dirty, he was no better. It was as if your purrs and sounds were taking away his anguish, the ache in his bones.

This was a new feeling to him. This warm, inviting feeling that blossomed in his chest. Happiness? Pure, unrestrictive delight? It was new. He didn't know what to think of it. The smile on his face couldn't escape him.

You stood on him then and jumped up to his shoulders. The briefest amused chuckle left his lips and you felt pride bubble in your little furry chest. You mewled, but the inside of his wagon suddenly had your attention. A soft, warm light emitted inside and trinkets laid inside. It was dry, warmer than it was inside. You were curious.

The beggar noticed your distraction. He followed your gaze. He stood then and you jumped off him as he creaked the door open further. "Come on then, you can go in. But be careful, some things are fragile."

Your ears perked up curiously. As you walked inside, you cradled your tail around him gently in thanks. Your footsteps were light and gentle as he allowed you inside, and your gaze flitered around. There were bottles of all sizes, sheets and papers atop every open counter. It was messy yet clean, a calculated mess he had in a specific order. You sat on the floor and curled your tail around you as he followed you in, closing the door. The room was already warmer.

"Hmm…What should I call you?"

Your head looked back to him in interest. You tilted your head curiously, and mewled.

He tilted his head back to you. "Do you want a name?" Your meows to him seemed like an approval. After a few seconds of thought, he finally made a decision. After all that had happened, after so many years of pain and loneliness, it only seemed fitting… "Hope."

You liked it. You didn't care that it wasn't quite your name or not. You perked up, tail flicking happily as if approving.

His smile was big, he seemed genuinely delighted that you seemed to understand his name proposal. "You like the name, yes? And you like me, don't you?" He seemed to be compelling the though that something, especially something that was so innocent, could love him. You purred and gave the best expression akin to a smile you could to him.

And now you've done it. You've touched his cold, scheming heart. He was devoted to such a simple creature now, wanted to give it a life he could only dream of. He would make it his goal. He seemed to finally have a purpose.

A/N: Next blurb is Shang meeting ^Hope^ again after becoming the sorcerer.

There was a mindless cat wondering through the destroyed architect in f the tomb of the Dragon Army. It was rather irking to Shang Tsung. He sensed the animal would only bring trouble, do something that would only be derailing to his plans. It also very much irked him that it somehow did not yet notice him despite being in the same room as the sorcerer.

The cat, a stray it seemed, brought back bitter memories. Though he no longer lived in the backwater slums he had been raised in, it wasn't that long ago that he had walked the same streets the cat is. There were many strays who lived there, eating the scraps that the people threw away. The sight of this feline only cemented his belief that his homeland was a horrible place. He hated the very thought of it.

He looked upon the animal with annoyance and disgust. Then his eyes narrowed as he saw that it had yet to notice him. He didn't have much use for this feline but it would still pay to make his presence known. He cleared his throat loudly.

The cat's eyes finally looked to him, big and bright. He felt a sense of satisfaction as the cat looked up to him - only for it to crusade down when the cat completely ignored him and continued, sniffing along.

The sorcerer's lips curled. Well. Who knew a feral animal could offend the greatest damn sorcerer of all time.

He took long strides to go after it. He deserved respect and attention, afterall. He managed to corner it, though the cat seemed indifferent to his movements. He lifted his foot, as if to kick it.

The cat finally looked up to him and mewled, soft and precious. It nuzzled his other leg affectionalitely, its tail curling around him. This cat was apparently dumb.

Shang was not expecting any animal of this town to be quite this tame. This cat was behaving in an incredibly stupid manner. But as much as he was ready to step on it, he stopped himself. He bent down for a closer look at this idiot of an animal. Somehow, it was different than the strays of the slums.

The cat only mewled happily when he bent down to its height and rubbed its small head against his knees. Shang kept his face stern but didn't move away from the filthy thing. No, because as he looked closer, as he observed the markings and colour…

He noticed the cat resembled exactly how his old cat used to look. The one that was there through his roughest days. The cat that brought him… Hope.

A strange feeling welled up in him, a feeling of warmth, an emotion he thought long dead. He couldn't help but smile once he made the connection. Hope… yes, it felt very good to see you here again. He remembered you now. He called out gently.

You instantly jumped up on his knee and nuzzled into his palm, meowing loudly in response. You confirmed it was indeed you.

A smile crept onto Shang's face. He never knew that he would be reunited with his beloved cat once more. He was filled with the odd sense of delight that he hadn't felt for a long time. It was almost overwhelming to have Hope back by his side once more, when so much had changed and he had grown. You were like an old, dear friend to him. In fact, he was beginning to wonder how long it had been since he last saw her. This familiar animal, one who had comforted him so many times over. He brought you into his arms.

He held you closely as you knocked your little head onto his chin and closed your eyes comfortably. You even gave him a small lick of affection. He savored the feeling of his fingers coursing through your fur, the simple comfort of it making him sigh. It was as if he was young once again.

As he walked back into the sunlight, a shine in his hair caught your attention. The sun gleamed off his hairclip and caught your eye. That was new. Curiously, you reached up a furry paw to tap at it as it sat atop his head.

The sorcerer chuckled as you pawed at his ornament. Yes, his new life brought great fortune to him, the ability to have simple lavish things. He was delighted you even seemed to notice such a small change in him and was prideful. He moved you further up in his hold so you could examine it more closely. ”Oh, Hope. I can tell you're quite the lucky cat. Now you will no longer need to eat the dirty scraps that people threw out. You will never need to feel hungry ever again. I will feed you the most delectable food, lavish you with every fine luxury that we only ever dreamed for. You won't need to worry about getting hit by people in this place." He gave you a scratch behind your ear, the spot you had always favored. "This has been the perfect turn of events for you as well as me.*

A/N: now 18+blurb bc submissive men make me go burr

Shang grunted as your teeth bit into his neck. His eyes rolled back as you sucked, then your teeth nibbled his skin. His body shook for a moment as he felt himself losing the battle against you, and he felt his legs start to push you downwards. He wanted and needed to be one with you, needed you to take him or else he was bound to lose control. "I'm all yours," he promised in such a sweet, silky voice. His tone and words were velvet, a decadent promise as his words melted against your ear. "Take all of me."

JOHNNY CAGE

a/n: angsty blurb. but would have good ending angst. I just like to feel my heart bleed sometime.

Ah, Johnny, Johnny.

Yes, Mr. Moviestar Johnathan Cage. Mr. Center of Attention, I Need All Attention On Me…. That was, until he was home, apparently. Until it was just you and him, and suddenly, he was distant. Quiet. Uninterested. Always on his phone. It was such a fulfilling feeling for you(ouchie). Most of the times, it was easy enough to ignore. It allowed you to do your own kind of things, sometimes things were better when his blabber mouth wasn't going ninety miles a minutes with you trying to focus on one thing. But lately, that's just.. how it has been. Like your not even second or third best. Like you're the last thought of things you seemed to care about or take time for.

It was extremely detrimental to know you once called his arms your home but that home seemed no longer comforting. You wondered if it was something you've done or if it was always there and just making itself more known. Would it kill him to give some validation your way? Apparently it would. Because you are literally holding a gun up to the back of his head in the doorway of a separate room. You rolled your eyes and put the gun back on the table.

You, of course, never would do that. But you would think training with Liu Kang would let him realize such level of danger.

So he wouldn't even notice you if you held a gun to his head. That's great.

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"Oh, you got something for me, huh?" The tone of his voice was teasing, his eyes looking at you with such adornment that it made your heart ache. "What is it? And you bet your fine ass I got something for you too."

"Yeah, I-" You paused. Your face scrunched for a moment when his words caught up to you. "You got me something? Why?" It wasn't necessarily that you weren't used to receiving gifts from Johnny, you just weren't expecting to hear that.

"You're asking why? Isn't it obvious?" He leaned in close to you, his smirk obnoxious, but oh-so-annoyingly charming. "Because I can't help but give you these little surprises and gifts… And you can't stop me from doing it, because you're just too damn adorable."

"You sound like a sugar daddy." You push him away playfully and roll your eyes. "Well, actually, I guess you kind of are."

Johnny let out a small laugh. "You bet I am," he teased back. "Actually, you know, I think that's not a bad idea. I'll start calling you my 'little sugar baby.' How does that sound?"

"Terrible!" You laughed and pulled out his his arms. You grabbed onto his wrist instead and tugged him into the living room where you bags were to get his gift. "Please don't call me that."

"Well, you gotta admit it's a pretty good name, and it fits perfectly."

"You just want to be called sugar daddy, don't even try to pretend it's for anything else."

You caught him. "You might be right there." He considered for a moment. "You won't seriously deny me calling you my 'sugar baby', will you? I mean, it's too good of a name."

Oh what have you done… You rolled your eyes again as you dug around in your bag. "Only in private," you bargained.

"You got it, sugar baby."

[mypoisonedvine]

Hey!! I can't stop thinking of maybe Pig Kinda bullying/praising reader while hes between their legs? <3

oh god let's see if I can get that voice back, he's real interesting little psycho lmao

warnings: noncon, creampie, creepy and weird as per usual, degradation with slight implied misogyny/dumbification??, and some praise at the end

"Knew you's a fuckin' whore, yeah?" he laughed darkly as he thrusted into you, grabbing your face when you tried to look away. "Nah, watch me-- want y'to see it's Pig fuckin' you. Can't go forgetting who's on top of you, sweet thing-- who's using this little cunt..."

You blinked up at him with teary eyes, knowing the fight was long over and hoping instead this could be over soon. "Just come, please."

"If you wan' me to come, love, gonna have to do a little better than that," he mocked with a grin. "Come on, can't just lay there-- play with your tits or somethin' at least."

Hesitantly, you reached up to hold one of your breasts, and he rolled his eyes.

"Don't even know how to do it, eh? Jesus-- lemme show you."

He swatted your hand out of the way and groped your chest roughly, his thrusts into you speeding up a bit.

"Fuck, what a waste," he groaned, "pretty face an' good tits but no fuckin' brain. Stupid girl. Just come, then-- cream on Pig's cock if it's all you're good for."

He pinched your nipples before bending down and suckling at one, making you whimper and arch your back. He fucked you faster and rougher-- it was so sudden, you didn't even really realize you came until you were coming back to reality, blinking blackness out of your vision as he purred beside your ear.

"That's a good girl," he cooed, letting go of your tits to hold your hips steady instead. "Little whore jus' needs a nice hard fuck to come, yeah? Dirty thing-- g'na be so fuckin' used up when Pig's done with ya. Full of come, li'l cunt stretched out-- I should I come on the face? Teach you what naughty girls get for actin' like sluts?"

You could only gasp and squirm under him, numb inside and out as he fucked you fast and hard-- until it all came to a sudden stop, and you felt him flexing within you as he moaned weakly.

"Fuck!" he yelped, sitting up and hovering over you as he caught his breath. "It's a nice cunt, though. Think I'll come over an' use it again, tomorrow-- or fuck, might just go have a drink and go again in an hour. Think you can wait that long, girl?"

[chelseeebe]

deadly.

summary: tagging along to a gig could never be a bad idea, could it?

smut 18+, steve is a cocky bastard and this basically a rehashed y/n goes to a concert and the lead singer falls in love w/ her from the wattpad days it is incredibly self indulgent lol

an: erm so i apologise for not posting in what feels like forever but a series of things happen (i lost and then subsequently survived the great war and got taylor tickets), my dad is in hospital (he's okay!) and i have written a 10k+ the bear au with eddie (lemme know if u want that) that has occupied my mind so i have excuses ok

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It’s slightly difficult to believe that you weren’t utterly enamoured with Steve Harrington the first time you laid eyes on him. You felt like the odd one out, surrounded by a gaggle of screaming, adoring fans. 

You liked the music enough, so when Jen had suggested getting the tickets, you were completely up for it. 

You had just never expected for the night to end like this. 

Jen had been hand plucked from the crowd for some after party, the security guy had eyed you up and down, shrugged and just muffled a quiet whatever when she asked if you could go along. 

There was a small group of other girls being ushered into the intimate room of the club, all looking incredibly similar. Buzzing with excitement, barely able to contain themselves when they saw the band lounging on the velour chairs. It just all felt incredibly forced and you knew exactly what the end goal was. 

The room is murky, full of girls chattering, trying their hardest to grab the attention of at least one of the guys. 

And yeah, maybe it was a little cool but you were tired and knew you’d end up having to find your own way home as Jen was gone. She’d wriggled her way onto the couch next to who you think is the drummer, batting her eyelashes and flashing him that signature pout that meant he was putty in her hands. He’s her usual type, long floppy hair.. the brooding kind. 

“You not having fun?” a voice mutters into your ear, barely audible over the thumping music. It’s Steve, or the frontman, still in his stage get up with a cup of something in his hand. 

“Oh, no I am.. I’m just tired,” playing it off with a small smile. You were not about to cockblock Jen and get the pair of you escorted out with your resting bitch face. 

He nods, eyeing the undrunk glass of champagne in your hand, it was warm now, undrinkable, “you don’t drink?” 

“Ah..” you do drink, just not open drinks that had been shoved into your hand by some barman the second you walked in here, “I just don’t… and don’t take offence, I don’t take open drinks from strangers,” baring your teeth in an awkward smile. 

Steve laughs out loud, envying girls snap their heads in your direction, he takes the flute from your hand, “yeah that’s smart, you want another one? We can both watch him pour it,” motioning towards the bar. 

You had desperately wanted another drink, just too shy and self-conscious to make a scene out of pouring this one away to do anything about it. Nodding graciously as you both stand from the cramped couch, walking up to the bar with daggers in your back. 

“What’re ya’ having?” his eyes heavy on yours, leaning across the bar to get the man’s attention. 

“What are you drinking?” 

“Whiskey,” shaking the cup in your direction. 

“Ooh maybe not,” scrunching your nose in disgust, peering over the bar at the collection of liquors they had. Basically, a bunch of expensive shit you didn’t recognise. “Can I just get a vodka lemonade?” shying away at your incredibly basic pick. 

“Classic,” Steve nods, eyes on you but yours are glued to the bartender, watching eagle eyed as he fills the cup. 

“You’re supposed to be watching too,” raising your brows with a smug smile, you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. 

He scoffs, grinning to himself, “I think you’ve got that covered,” not once lowering his gaze. He’s confident, cocky even. Worlds apart from the usual guys you’d encounter, pathetic yet arrogant in the way they spoke to you. 

You take the drink with a smile, the bartender walks away to the other end of the bar with so much as a grunt in response. 

“I haven’t- I need to pay,” finally meeting Steve’s eyes again, baffled by the entire interaction. 

His eyes glint with amusement, shaking his head, “not here.. it’s all paid for,” it’s endearing to him, perhaps he’d got used to girls just already expecting it. 

“Wow..” your mouth contorting into a perfect ‘O’, “well, thank you for the drink,” sipping out of the straw with a smirk. If you’d known, you would’ve taken full advantage way earlier. 

“Well that’s my pleasure, d’you smoke?” rustling in his pockets for the pack of cigs, leaning over to your height. 

You eye the box, “only socially, but if they’re someone else’s cigs then yes, definitely.” 

He bursts into a cackle, “well let’s go then,” placing his hand on your elbow, leading you through the room and out of the side door, passing the prying eyes of the other girls. You weren’t dumb to what was going on, any of those girls would jump at the chance to get led out of a club by Steve Harrington. 

It’s chilly outside, your body shivering at the sudden drop in temperature. He hands you a cigarette, lighting his own and flashing a quick thumbs up to the large security guard who had taken it upon himself to stand blockading the door. 

“Is this something that happens every night?” you ask cautiously, honestly not wanting to offend but rather curious about the answer. 

He nods, blowing a cloud of smoke out of the side of his mouth, “most nights on tour, yeah,” his lighter in his palm ready for you to take. 

“Hmm.. right,” lighting your own cigarette, running your thumb over the engraved metal. Peeking down at the cursive lettering, O.H. Passing it back to him without any questioning. 

“You gettin’ jealous already?” one eyebrow quirked up, you’re thankful that he doesn’t take offence. 

“Yeah totally,” playfully rolling your eyes. Hundreds, if not thousands of girls had been in your exact position before and yet you still found yourself getting giddy over his flirty words and infectious smile. Sickening. “Is it always like this? You don’t get tired?” 

He cocks his head to the side, “sometimes yeah, but those boys in there are dogs yanno? Bad influences,” smirking as his lips part to exhale. Effortlessly sexy with his eyes hung low, heavy as they refuse to leave yours. 

“Oh and you’re not?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny..” holding his hands up in innocence, closing the gap between you. 

Pressing your lips together, focusing on the cigarette in your hand rather than his obvious advances. If you were going to be another notch in his bedpost, you were going to make sure he worked for it. 

“It’s crazy because I just don’t believe you,” matching his smirk, taking another sip of your drink. It was becoming increasingly harder to resist his caramel tinted eyes and the gorgeous eyelashes that hung over them. 

“Well,” he remarks, stumped by your stubbornness, “I guess I’ll have to prove it to you,” throwing the butt off into the distance somewhere. His hand reaching out to find your elbow once more, “shall we go in?”

You nod, dropping your own half-smoked cigarette, walking back into the crowded club with his hand resting on the small of your back. Falling into the first empty seat you could find, his large thighs squishing into the tiny section next to you, brushing against your scantily clad legs. 

My God, if looks could kill, you would’ve been six feet under by now. 

-

You chatter away all night, his lips brushing against your ear, feeling his breath over your cheek sent shivers down your spine. 

Jen had already disappeared, flashing you a very reassuring nod before being bundled out of the club with her emo dream boy trailing closely behind. 

It’s late now yet there were still hoards of girls milling around, hoping for one last chance with whoever was left. You’re pretty sure they had got the memo that Steve was simply not interested, watching as he hung off of your every word, passing you drink after drink while sipping on his own with intent eyes. 

You hadn’t expected him to really care about your life but he had asked all the right questions, talking about your job and going back to school. Shit that you were sure he would forget the second you left. 

The security guard from earlier comes over and whispers something into Steve’s other ear. He just nods before placing his hand on your shoulder, leaning into your ear, “I’m gonna go back to my room now,” sitting forward in the extremely cramped chair. 

Your heart sinks a little, as shameful as it is, you’re a little disappointed. Attempting to quickly figure out how you would now get home without Jen. 

“You wanna come with?” 

Head pricking up at the question, staring at him for a brief moment before nodding. His pink lips curling into that smirk you’d become accustomed to. Smug and enchanting all at the same time. 

You’re bundled into a car, security guards speaking in low voices to the driver, you can vaguely hear the word paparazzi be mumbled and then a bunch of directions. It’s all a bit too much, Steve is serious as sin sat next to you in the back, listening intently to whatever the security guard was mumbling into his ear. 

You sit in amazement, contemplating if this maybe wasn’t the best idea until the door slams shut and the car sets off. Steve turns to you, rolling his eyes as his hand creeps onto your knee. 

“Sorry.. apparently there’s paps outside the hotel so we’re goin’ the long way until they get rid of them,” sliding his hand north, squeezing onto your thigh. “We’re stuck in here for a little while longer, I hope you don’t mind?” the streetlights illuminating his face, remnants of his black eyeliner cling to his eyes. 

“Jeez..” blowing the air from your cheeks, “must be exhausting.” 

“I don’t mind it, I just don’t think my manager would appreciate waking up to the pictures.. ya know?” 

“Not really.. but I get it, you don’t wanna look like a whore in the media,” returning the smirk he had been giving you all night, shifting in your seat to see him better. 

“A whore? I prefer slut if I’m honest,” shifting closer, eyes lingering on your lips for entirely too long. 

“You could be both,” tongue peeking out to wet your suddenly parched lips, “it wouldn’t be a lie, would it?” 

His chuckle rumbles through his chest, “shut up,” free hand trailing upwards from his own lap to cradle your cheek, pressing his plump lips to yours with haste, eyes fluttering shut at the contact. 

Your fingers curl into the soft material of his shirt, pulling his chest to yours, leaning back against the hard plastic of the door. You sorta hoped the paparazzi would linger a little bit longer just so you could stay exactly like this. 

-

It’s a grand hotel room, they definitely had not skimped on the budget here. Nothing at all like the budget rooms your family had forced you into on vacation. It takes a moment for you to completely take in the entire room, a standard of elegance that you’d never seen before. 

“You’re like.. rich rich then,” gawping at the tall ceilings like a child in a candy store. 

Steve chuckles, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back, pulling your attention from the grand decor and back to him, “I’ve seen better.. d’you want something to drink?” motioning towards the stocked minibar. 

“Please,” you remark, eyeing the sheer amount of variety in the tiny bar. 

He pauses, coming around to stand in front of you, eyes narrowed, “kiss me and you can have anything you want,” lingering fingers on your hips. 

The corner of your mouth twitches, “anything?” widening your eyes at the prospects of his proposition. 

“Anything.” 

-

You must’ve dropped off to sleep at some point as you wake back up to the feel of Steve’s hand on your ass, thumb playing with the lace band of your thong. He’s leaning against the headboard in quiet reflection. The bedside lamp is still on and you’re not sure if he ever slept. 

“Do you ever sleep?” you ask groggily, shifting to face him with heavy eyes. His hand clamps around your thigh, startled by your voice. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” turning his head to face you, the cold metal of his ringed thumb presses into your soft thigh, “can’t sleep.. happens sometimes after a show,” shrugging slightly. 

Sometimes is an understatement. He hadn’t had a full night's sleep in God knows how long. Becoming accustomed to the shoddy hours he did manage to catch. 

“Oh,” suddenly feeling guilty that you were here and potentially disrupting him, “I can go.. let you get some sleep,” looking up at him through your lashes.  

“No no no no, stay.. stay,” pulling your leg over his waist, hand running up and down the supple skin, “it’s nice having someone here.” 

You pull your body closer to his, shifting your weight to sit in his lap, knees positioned either side of his hips. This wakes him up entirely, moving up the bed to sit up, large hands gripping onto your waist. 

“Oh? This is what we’re doing now?” he teases, clapping a mild slap to your ass cheek causing your cunt to brush against his already-growing bulge. 

“Apparently so,” you snigger, glancing at the thin cotton of his boxers, they weren’t leaving much to the imagination, perfectly outlining the shape of his cock. 

“Well great because I love this,” smirking as you clasp onto either side of his face. Carefully placing your lips on his, your tongue slipping past his liquor stained lips. 

Mindlessly beginning to grind yourself down against him. He’s uttering a bunch of nonsense into your mouth, bucking his hips up to chase the feeling of your cunt against him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, hurriedly trying to slip his boxers down without making you move. Steve’s animalistic in the way he yanks your flimsy panties to the side, fisting his dick in the other. The sight alone makes a pathetic noise form in your throat, practically drooling over him.  

“C’mere baby,” he instructs, thumb expertly holding the lace aside as you sit up on your knees, guiding himself through your folds and into your cunt, exhaling sharply as you slide down. 

It takes a moment to adjust, he was cocky but fuck, did he have a reason to be. The tip of his cock already nudging uncomfortably close to your soft spot. 

“You take me so well,” he proclaims, watching his cock disappear inside of you. 

His words make you choke, joining him in looking at the space between your bodies. Feeling just about ready enough to move. 

There’s a short knock at the door just as you begin to bounce, pausing with his dick still buried deep inside. Clutching onto his shoulders, sharing a disdainful look for whoever was looming on the other side. 

“Nghh, what?” he calls out over your shoulder, sending daggers through the wood. 

“Bro, you gotta condom in there?” the voice calls out, low, desperate. 

You shift slightly, repositioning your knee and the sight movement is enough to have his fingernails dug into your hip, “holy fuu- no I don’t,” pupils dark as they flit from the door to yours.  

That’s your cue to keep going, moving your hips up before slowly sliding back down, his cock filling you to the hilt. Biting down onto your bottom lip to keep from moaning though you’re certain whoever is on the outside isn’t clueless. The tour t-shirt you had slipped on is gripped between his fingers, pulled up your torso, exposing the supple skin. 

“Aw fuck man, you’re no help,” the voice complains, banging the door one solitary time before skulking off, presumably to go and bother someone else for a condom. 

Your lips twitch into a smile, throwing your head back as your hips gain pace, soft whimpers floating from your slack mouth. His hands are rough and commandeering as they hold onto your waist, setting the rhythm even when he wasn’t on top. 

Steve growls, legs propped up as he begins to thrust upwards, trailing his callous palms down to your hips for better leverage. It’s then that you allow him full control, falling into his chest with your fingers knotting into his hair. Tugging at the caramel tinted tufts as this new position catches your neglected clit against his pubic bone, drawing a long cry out of your throat. 

“You feel so- mmfuck, so good,” he squeezes out, quickening his pace, filling the room with the sinful sounds of skin on skin. His adam's apple bobbing up and down as his orgasm nears, sharp fingernails leaving red semi-circles in your skin, trying so desperately not to cum then and there. 

He dares to look down at the space between you, the image of you wearing his shirt with his cock buried deep in your cunt makes him twitch, taking his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt not to collapse. 

“Right there,” you mewl into his ear, fast approaching your own orgasm, thighs becoming spent as he mercilessly slams into you from below. 

It takes everything not to bite down on his tanned shoulder as your orgasm crescendos, desperate cries filling the room as you shudder around him. Sweaty palms now palming at his shoulders for some reinforcement as your legs give way. 

Steve follows shortly after, sloppy final thrusts as your name echoes the tall walls, surrounded by a chorus of fucks and shits. His chest heaving, pulling you closer into his chest as he melts into the pillow. Graciously still supporting your weight with his large hands while your head still reels. 

“You good?” he sighs breathlessly, drawing your face from his neck with a gentle tug of your hair, pulling your attention back to him. 

You nod, smiling lazily as you sit upright once more, readjusting the lace thong that had been slung to the side. Pulling his boxers up his thighs without once breaking eye contact. 

“Why don’t you just come on the rest of the tour with me?” 

A giggle ripples instinctively, he probably said the exact same to every other girl that had been in this position alongside that same heavy, longing gaze he was flashing you. Christ, it probably worked on a few of them too. Give it a few more minutes and you would be convinced right along with them. 

“I’m serious,” he blinks, tracing circles onto your hip, still completely enamoured with the way his shirt fell on your body. 

“I bet you say that to every pretty girl you fuck,” still refusing to take him seriously, shaking your head at the ridiculous notion. You weren’t sure exactly how long he had been famous, but you were sure he wasn’t that out of touch with reality yet, right?

“Only you,” hands travelling to your bare thighs, “come with me,” thumb tapping a short rhythm onto your skin. 

“You don’t even know me.” 

“Well I want to, a tour bus is a great place to get to know someone,” he remarks, grinning. 

Dawn now creeps in between the hastily shut curtains but you don’t dare to break eye contact. Dropping your hands from his shoulders as you ponder. 

“I have a job and a house and bills and I don’t think they’d let me take that much vacation,” attempting to shut him down despite the fact his tactics were clearly working on you. 

Endless possibilities run through your mind.. you could quit and beg for your position when you get back.. you’re sure Jen would look after your house, in fact she’d be very enthusiastic about you going and would probably volunteer. 

“Fuck it..” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours, “how much is your rent?” 

“Steve..” 

“How much?” 

“Four eighty.” 

“Easy, consider it paid,” he relents, staring up into your eyes through his thick black lashes. The flecks of gold that ran through his iris’ were persuasive enough to get you to just quit your job and run off on tour with him. 

You sigh, chewing on the inside of your cheek. It would be totally and utterly stupid and irresponsible of you to do this but how could you ignore the niggling feeling in your brain that would never ever disappear if you didn’t. 

“You’re being serious?” 

“Deadly.” 

[rhinestonz]

☆ WITH A BRAT LIKE YOU ☆

These men know you too well. Well enough to know exactly what to do with your behavior. Exactly how to put you in your place. They know exactly what to do with a brat like you.

Toji x reader, Gojo x reader, Geto x reader , Nanami x reader. Throat fucking. Overstimulation. Spanking. Edging. Etc etc

☆Toji is the typa guy to have you on your knees drooling on his cock if you ever tick him off in any way , since you want to run your mouth, he’ll fill it for ya. And oh boy are you full. Your jaw achingly numb, stretching to fit his length. Tears running down your face as you struggle to breath through your nose. Pathetic whimpers sending waves of pleasure down his dick. Gosh he loves it when you cry, Nails digging into his thighs as a silent plea for him to let up. Begging him to not fuck your throat so deep, feeling his fat tip lodged down your esophagus. But of course he doesn’t ! Why would he ?This is what you get!

“Pretty mouths spouting nonsense all the time , I’m putting it to good use “

☆ If there’s one thing you don’t do with Gojo, it's to insult his status. You’ll be a blubbering mess under him in no time. You can act like it’s not what you want all you want , but he’s drilling his cock into you till you can only think of him. Till all you can do is whimper his name and strained sorrys. Doesn’t believe in edging , he’s ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Gotta make you feel more pleasure than anyone could ever give you. You need to know who your honored one is. Who’s the strongest here? It’s definitely not you the way your fucked out below him , legs shaking and arms giving out. Chanting his name like a prayer. 

“ You seem to have forgotten your fucking place.. lemme remind you “

☆ Nanami is a kind man , it takes a lot to push him off the edge. If you manage to .. CONGRATS!! YOUR THE BRATTIEST BITCH ON EARTH! As a reward you're getting bent over his lap while his large hands make your ass crimson. Yelping as he doesn’t have a pattern , you can’t brace yourself for what will come next. The cool metal of his watch being the only thing soothing you for the time being. And just to tease you and remind you of what you could have if you weren’t such a bitch , he runs his fingers along your clit to your hole. Making you squirm , wishing his fingers were just inside of you.. but little brats don’t get that luxury. 

“ if you were just good I might have fucked this pretty pussy” 

☆ Geto is cruel , though his smile may be gentler than the others. He’s just as bad if not worse than the others. Unlike Gojo , he doesn’t believe in letting you feel the immense pleasure of overstimulation. You don’t fucking deserve that. What you do deserve is to be denied what you want until he’s satisfied , till you're crying and begging him for a release. Till you're practicing sobbing like your dog died. Till the only thing you're thinking about is how to suck up to him enough to let you cum. However , this is a cruel man we’re talking about, he’ll give you a soft smile , coaxing you into thinking it’s finally time for your release only to pull his fingers out of you. 

“That’s it baby~ you gonna cum for me ?… oops looks like my fingers slipped “

[xtreklx]

Nicknames ~ Ninja Turtles x reader

Headcanon: bayverse Turtles x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: some silly headcanons I thought up about what nicknames the turtles would use for their partners. lemme know ur thoughts 🤭 enjoy!!!

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~ Leonardo ~

imo Leo is not suuuuper into nicknames, but he will use some. just nothing too over-the-top for this turtle in blue

he's not a huge PDA guy in general, but he knows that you think it's super cute when he's affectionate

so using a sweet nickname for you is one of the ways in which he is publicly affectionate

his favorite name to call you is "princess" because let's be real, this man is 100% treating you as such

"hey Lee, could you do ___ for me?" "anything for you, princess."

but he will also call you things like: love, beautiful, gorgeous, etc.

because he always wants you to know how much he cherishes and loves you

examples are as follows:

"hey beautiful, how did work go today?"

"are you hungry, gorgeous?"

"I'm gonna go meditate, love. would you like to join?"

just as he cares for his brothers in an almost parental way, he's very nurturing and attentive with you

and he definitely tends to talk to you with a soft voice because you're his delicate and precious flower and he just wants to protect you alwayssssss🥹

you tend to refer to him by his full name, "Leo", or just "Lee"

but he LOVES when you call him handsome, so that's definitely your go-to

it makes him feel like he's the only man on your mind, which is 100% the case, but he loves the reassurance

you'll also use "love" back at him, or "honey", or "babe".

ever the romantic, one of his guilty pleasures is when you answer the phone, greet him, or wake up next to him with a "hey, stranger"

that has his heart fluttering and his face flushing every time he hears it

all in all, he's not a super showy guy, but will take such good care of you and do whatever you need to make you feel loved, and you just want to do the same for him

~ Raphael ~

okay this man is big into nicknames, and I know this is a fact so I am not taking criticism at this time!!!! like, tell me I'm wrong. you can't!!!!

he has a bank of nicknames for you that he uses to come off as cool, flirty, and witty

trustttttt that these are what he uses in public to show his relationship off to his family and friends

he definitely used these nicknames w you before you two started dating as a way to flirt or pick on you (🤭)

because he'll be using these nicknames if he's being sarcastic or facetious

^and these nicknames are: dollface, shorty, tiger, and sweetheart (again I am not taking criticism at this time! I am simply spitting facts)

examples:

if he's training you in the dojo: "you got yer work cut out for ya, shorty." 

every time he greets you (or after a hello kiss): "hey there, dollface."

if he sees that you are getting annoyed: "woooah, easy there, tiger."

if you're starting to get on his nerves: "aight, listen here, sweetheart--"

HOWEVER, in more intimate moments with this guy, he can be a lot more tender, and you'll catch him using names like: baby, doll, or babygirl

"baby, if I ever lost ya, I don't know what I'd do." 

"thanks for listenin', doll."

"come lay with me, babygirl."

at the end of the day, you are the light in the darkness for him, and he is going to make it known to you

as for how you refer to him, you tend to go with either more complimentary nicknames ("big guy" or "big boy", "hot stuff" or "hot shot", etc.) or more jokey nicknames ("hothead", "meanie", or "Raphie")

but secretly, Raph's guilty pleasure is the sound of your voice as you say his name (😉), because it's just a constant reminder that you are his person, a dream come true

and you are aware of this fact, so you like to use it to your advantage

if he's in the middle of something and you need his attention, you know that saying "Raphael," in a low voice and beckoning him with your finger is going to have him dropping everything and sprinting to you

he may act all big and mean, but deep down he's a huge simp <3

~ Donatello ~

like his oldest brother, Donatello is not huge into nicknames

I would argue that Donnie is probably the least likely to use a nickname with his partner

I think this is because tbh you are the most special person in the world to him, so your name is already his most favorite word on the planet!

what better way to describe his special person than with the most special word?

just like he does with his brothers, he's going to repeat your name over and over again when he wants to show you something, but you find it much more endearing than annoying

when he does use a nickname with you, it will be something short and sweet, like honey or darling or sunshine ✨(edit: OHMYGOD U GUYS I forgot abt dove!!! this is something he 100% uses. too cute!!!)

examples:

"hey honey, I fixed your computer screen for you!"

"just five more minutes, dove, I promise"

"do you think I'm a geek?" "no, but I think you're a dork." "thank you, darling."

"I love when you keep me company, sunshine. as the name suggests, you brighten my days!"

he repeats the last one all the time, but even though it's cheesy, it makes you giggle every time

if you're ever feeling especially down, he'll softly sing the "you are my sunshine" song to comfort you and make you smile. it never fails, and his voice isn't that bad!

similarly, you don't have a ton of nicknames for him either, but you will use honey back to him

and you'll call him "cutie" because you know it will make him flush immediately

ESPECIALLY around his brothers. if they hear you call Donnie a cutie, they will tease him about it to no end

he gets all flustered and acts annoyed, but he secretly loves the nickname. 

like Raph, Donnie loves to hear you say his name. it fills him with a sense of pride, knowing that you're his partner in crime. or, as he likes to phrase it, partner in science😎

he will never tell you, but one of his guilty pleasures is when you sternly say "Donatello," as you scold him for working too hard

after you've finished scolding him, he'll let the smile break out on his face and pull you in for a big hug

you always do your best to take care of him and show him how much you love him, so he'll always try to do the same for you

~ Michelangelo ~

as we all know, Michelangelo is BIG into nicknames. definitely the most likely of the turtles to use nicknames with his partner. this is definitely an inarguable fact

he has probably called you every name under the sun; every name that his brain can come up with

his most-used are definitely: sweet cheeks, angel cakes (of course!!!), babygirl, little mama, and babe

but he will also use things like: honey bun, sugar, hot stuff, angel face, love bug, cutie patootie, ohmygod the list goes on and on. 

it's almost like a game he plays with himself, attempting to fit a new nickname for you into each sentence

examples:

on the phone with you: "are you coming down to the lair today, angel cakes? ... wellllllllll, do you think you could bring some pizza with you, little mama? extra cheese? ... pleeeeEEEAaaaSE my gorgeous sugar-bear honey-bun sweetie-pie?"

his brothers, overhearing him on the phone: "SHUT UP, MIKEY!!" 

you watching him break dance: "see my sick moves, sweet cheeks? this skill is all for you, baby girl!"

him being needy: "babe, can you just come to bed? come be my little love bug! I'll give you a massage?"

he may annoy his brothers but he could never annoy you, and you always gave into his sweetness

you were not quite as creative with nicknames as he was, but you still have a few up your sleeve

like his two oldest brothers, Mikey loved when you called him "handsome" or "big guy/boy". it makes him feel like a badass being called those things by his beautiful, attractive partner

"are you gonna walk me home, handsome?" "you really think you can beat me in mario kart? you're on, big boy." ohmygoooood, he's weak in the knees!!!!

you'll also refer to him as "babe" or "baby" on the regular, the second of which his brothers also tease him for

"awe, little Mikey's just a baby. ain't that cute?" Raph always comments, laughing with Leo in the corner

but Mikey didn't give a rat's ass (sorry Splinter). he loves showing off your relationship and bragging about you, especially to his friends and family.

you are easily the greatest thing to ever happen to him. and not only that, but you are a total babe! he scored big time.

[midnightwriter21]

jjk hcs: their favorite types of kisses

characters: reader x gojo, reader x geto

warnings: language (i have the mouth of a sailor sry)

AN: i am a geto apologist til the day i die argue w ya mama

also if u want another part w diff character lmk!!

SATORU GOJO

giving: a kiss to the top of YOUR eyelids

we all know that he has the most beautiful & powerful eyes of all time

but it’s your eyes that knock the breath out of him

no matter the color he thinks they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

in his mind your eyes overpower his any day

i mean your eyes are the only thing to ever have the ability to bring the strongest sorcerer to his knees

and besides your eyes are the first to ever see him

the real him

not gojo satoru, the honored one

or gojo satoru, the six eyes

you just see, him, satoru

the satoru that hogs the blankets at night

the satoru that lets a few tears slip during romance movies but you better not bring it up bc “no i just got something in my eyes!!”

the satoru that adopted two children at 16 and had no idea what he was doing but did a damn good job at it

the satoru that loves you because you see the things that other people wouldn’t be bothered to see

receiving: a kiss to the underside of his jaw

this is a tall ass man

so it’s unlikely (but ofc always possible) that you’re tall enough to plant a kiss on his cheek without him bending down for you to reach

big tall man make me go brrrrr

he will bend down for u ofc

after teasing u to death

but he thinks it’s much cuter to see you stand on ur tip toes to give him a kiss

plus he’s hot, he knows he’s hot

i can hear his annoying ass rn, “cmon babe you gotta be careful kissing me there! this jawline is sharp enough to cut steel”

like yea.. it is.. but shut the fuck up an lemme kiss u some more

i love him

SUGURU GETO

giving: a kiss on your forehead

I LOVE HIM HE WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT ANYONE EVER I KNOW BECAUSE HE TOLD ME SO

ahem… anyways

sweetheart of sweethearts!!

he’s a lil more reserved when it comes to PDA but not to the point where he’s not gonna show you affection

he’s just not the typa person to have a full on make out sesh with you in the hallway if ykwim

but he will plant a kiss in the middle of your forehead after he walks you to your next class

oh y’all just finished a mission and you’re going back to your dorm to take a nap?

1. bold of you to assume he’s not coming with you and kissing you on the forehead before y’all fall asleep together all cuddled up

2. if he’s not taking a nap with you, he’s tucking you into bed and leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves your room

id marry him cause he’s never done anything wrong in his entire life

receiving: a kiss to the top of his knuckles

HE WOULD RECEIVE KISSES EVERYWHERE IF IT WERE FROM ME

again… ahem.. anyways

jujitsu sorcery in the wise words of nanami kento “SUCKS”

it sucks

and he uses his hands to fight and kill allegedly on the daily

his hands have been covered in blood

his hands have brought death upon people no they haven’t

so for you to kiss them?

geto takes it as a declaration of undeniable, unfaltering loyalty and love

which it is obviously

it means a lot to him

and sometimes when his doubts get to him and he thinks he’s unworthy of someone like you…

press a kiss to the top of his knuckles and those thoughts and insecurities disappear

[tokio-motel]

CUZ UR HOT

N UR COLD

YA YES

THEN UR NO

UR IN THEN UR OUT

UR UP THEN UR DOWNN

i hate katy perry

anywayyyyyy

AHEM

lemme get theeeee biskit. chickon.(gonna need that bill headcanons or full fic baby i do not carreeeee)

sooooo imagine bill usually is on the bottom right?(weird to imagine ik) and at one point he asks reader if he can try topping for once like jus to give it a try for the next time and i can imagine he’s a lil nervous abt it ykyk😔

not stuttering much or anything he’s jus like ‘ay can i do wat u do🥹🙏🏾’ and readers prolly like ‘ion gaf’ and bill is prolly so happy n shi and when it’s time to get freaky asl bill is a tinyyy bit nervous but he jus does what reader does to him for like touching n shi(feelin his hips and waist up, marking him, whispering praise when they whimper etc etc) and i can imagine it’s also reader first time on the bottom too so he’s all sensitive n shit bro😇

and when it’s time for bill to do the thrust thrust 3000😈😈😈 reader is moaning whining and whimpering ALL over the place and so is bill like this is different bill is adoring how he’s never heard these sounds n shi from his bf and like the way he’s reacting with his body bru and bill probably can’t fucking stop💀💀 like maybe 4 or 5 rounds in he’s like ‘wait no no no one more time i promise it’s the last time this time’ like he’s ADDICTED. and prolly by the end he prolly gonna top for a whileeeee

i wanna listen to kesha bro

anyways this long ASF I LOVE YOU HONEY🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

BILL KAULITZ X READER: TOPPING

contains nsfw themes; don't like don't read.

・He's fantasized about..topping you before.

・Really- he can’t stop thinking about it. He often finds himself daydreaming about all the different things he would do, the things he would say..

・He's tried to ask you before about the thought, but he'd get nervous and brush it off.

・Eventually he found the courage to ask you, gulping audibly as you sat infront of him with an almost concerned look.

"So uhm...so about uhm..I was wondering if I could...you know..top sometime? Just to try it out and.. "

・He trails off, sheepishly looking at you. He watches your eyebrow quirk up slightly and he exhales slowly, he's scared for what you'll say and how you'll react and-

"I don't care."

・When the time comes he feels a bit nervous and slightly worried but just decides to go with what his mind tells him to do..which is almost everything you'd do to him.

・He'd be gentle at first, kissing down your jawline as his hands trail down to grab your waist, listening to the breathy moans you make as you lean your head back into the pillow.

・His hands would lightly grab your legs as he peppered kisses all over your inner thighs, savouring the whimpers you'd let out.

・He'd whisper sweet nothings while slowly pushing in (ew) , shushing you lightly as you hissed in pain, eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to overflow.

・He'd stay put, waiting for you to adjust to the new sensation. He gently nibbled your neck and wiped your tears with the back of his thumb.

・Whatever headspace he's in, there's no backing out now.

・As soon as you say he can move, he moves in and out, going at a steady pace that has you whimpering, desperately clinging to the bedsheets and occasionally scratching his back.

・Listening to your noises you make, he feels so zealous.

・He's never heard you make these kinds of noises before; the fact HE can make YOU sound like this??? He's over the moon.

"See? You're doing so well, so good.."

・Can't help but let out a few soft groans and moans as he continues, you just feel so good.

・He doesn't wanna stop, he wants to take advantage of this situation.

"Wait..just one more yeah? Last time I promise.."

"..you said that two rounds ago."

・Two rounds turns into three, three turns into four, four turns into five....

・You've never felt so sore yet complete in your life.

"Can I stay on top for now?"

"...sure. Why not?"

・He's actually so happy like wtf 😭

[huboi]

serpent’s tongue ♡.°୭̥ ୨୧

divider by @lil-liaa

╰┈➤ summary; aot guys pleasuring you with their split tongue

╰┈➤ includes; modern! au, gn! afab! reader (reader isn’t really mentioned much), oral (reader! receiving), face-sitting, hair pulling (character! receiving), 69, vouyerism(?) in porcos’ (he eats you out in front of reiner), finger-fucking, eren jeager, connie springer and porco galliard with a split tongue, everyone’s 18+

╰┈➤ a/n; pls lemme know if you have any issues with the tags (I don’t want to make people uncomfortable, that’s the last thing I want) minors DNFI this is 18+ content!, blank blogs dni. this can be read by anyone (eg. transmascs, non binary’s, poc etc.) apologies if this isn’t the best smut fic out there, I’m a bit rusty. also HAPPY EASTER to those that celebrate! hope you have plenty of chocolate this Easter <3

EREN JEAGER

eren is DESPERATE to have you sit on his face, just place your juicy cunt on his face, he doesn’t care. worried about taking his breath away? he doesn’t gaf, sit on his face already

he knows how to use his tongue, he may not have slept around much but he’s a quick learner, so he knows which buttons to push to make you reach your high quickly, his split tongue comes in perfect for doing the job, makes it 10x more pleasurable

tug on his hair, PLEASE, he’s a whore for having his hair pulled, like he’ll full on whimper whilst eating you out if you do that, and the vibrations just add so much more to the experience

oh btw if he’s grown a bit of facial hair, you bet your ass it just makes it feel 100x better, with the feeling of his stubble against your nether regions just😫

CONNIE SPRINGER

favourite position to eat you out is 69

he loves the feeling of your moans’ vibrating deliciously against his cock, it just gets him even more eager in the act

not only does he have a split tongue, but he also has a tongue piercing, so that means double the pleasure

loves tongue fucking you whilst rubbing his nose against your clit

he’s a very messy eater, I’m talking juices everywhere, from his entire face to his neck and chest area, you don’t know how the hell he manages to get it there but it’s hot either way

PORCO GALLIARD

porco is probably the worst when it comes to containing his urges

like when you’re at a party, my guy’s one minute away from tearing your bottom half clothes clean off and diving straight into that pussy

he has a massive oral fixation, like massive

one time when you guys were at reiners’, casually hanging out and porco just had to drag you into reiners’ room (he was in the living room) and eat you out there, finger fucking you whilst desperately licking at your clit with his split tongue

reiner, not knowing what he was walking into, entered the room, a blush evident on his cheeks at the sight of porco in between your legs, slurping your juices as if he was parched

you obviously noticed reiner first, feeling a rush of excitement at the knowledge of someone, your boyfriends’ hot friend, watching you in such a lewd position

porco removed his mouth, causing you to whine at the sudden halt in pleasure

“are ya’ gonna stand there, gaping like a fish? or are ya’ gonna watch?” porco huffed out, clearly pussy drunk, before shoving his mouth back where it belongs

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