#tatted truths

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Tatted Truths

~ your true feelings for Joe are exposed by decisions you made on one drunken night

joe burrow x black!reader

TW: 18+ MDNI | implied smut, somnophilia, nudes, language, drunk actions, tramp stamps.

“Thank You TikTok” | Main Masterlist

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~ made this so long ago, im trying to convince myself it's okay to write and post unhinged stuff again ♡

@tylerjeauxburreaux9

[ruushes]

tav time tav time their name is lux and their interests include lying, hoarding jewelry inside a hollowed-out book, and walking into traps

[suntails]

i saw one of those posts with the different levels of detail people can visualize in their head and it reminded me, i think it’s really funny that i CAN picture things in my head but whenever i visualize something, i immediately see the 8bit goomba from early mario and i have to get rid of that image to see anything else. imagine you try to picture something and every single time, you see this

[abrandnewshadow]

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIIIII !!! the opportunity to ask about your bllk selfships cannot be missed so if noones asked these yet - chocolate for areo (hes rich so i wanna know what he plans) and arisae !! and biscuit for areo + ariver :3

ps im having so much fun reading your selfship lore with ****** hehehe

SCAR 😞😞😞 … you are out for my life . i see…. these questions are sooooo cute though sobs

chocolate <3 - where do the two of you love to travel to?

REO MR WORLDWIDE …… yeah . this is a cute thought because he does definitely like planning fun surprise trips that are like ….. insane . i will never get used to him being filthy rich like wdymmm we’re taking a weekend off in paris 💀 are you insane. he just loves spoiling me …… i’m actually not super keen on travelling far distances so sometimes i do it mostly to appease him </3 he’s just so sweet .

honestly i can’t think of a country i’d really like to go to lmao but because of the whole manshine thing…. maybe he’d take a liking to visiting england . which i wouldn’t mind :3 the only problem is i’m terrified of flying which ends in reo booking a private flight ? (feeling sick to my stomach) ?? it’s nothing to him but i’m soooo embarrassed like wdym you have a personal pilot …… wdym you bought this soundproof plane and every accommodation you could think of ……………. sickening . i really will never get used to it

ahhhh but sae !!!!!!! i guess it would have to be spain…… i’d love to tag along and follow him everywhere :33 but i also think it would be fun to travel around japan with him - maybe some childhood spots he misses . that feels more us.

biscuit <3 - do you and your lover have any pets?

TAT ….. reo and i have theeeee most spoiled cat in the galaxy . in the whole wide world . probably a pure white ragdoll because that’s what i think when i think ’rich’ LMAO (i have to convince him not to name it nagi)….. we love her more than anything :((( she’s our baby . gets all the treats and cuddles and toys . i feel like he would refer to us as his ’girls’ LMAO he’s cute … wakes up in the morning and is just like ’need to go feed my girls <3’ <- pours her premium cat food and brings me breakfast in bed . he’s actually so sick scar ? like really … rich AND a loverboy. love language acts of service. i’m doomed

and then ariver :’) ….. there is this movie . that i used to love when i was younger ….. idk if you’ve watched it scar but it’s called ’oliver & company’ 😭 it’s about this tiny orange kitten…. which made me think that our little baby would be just that . sooo cuddly and feral . oliver adores him but they bully each other… if he’s making breakfast in the morning the kitty will jump on his back and just climb up TAT ….. i love them both so bad i have a MILLION pics of them together </3 they are one and the same . actually

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Paxton.

[vaperarmand]

I think of you as theeeeee Armand/armandaniel blog. I run to check what you’ve posted every time I think about them (often)

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP. i'm an #influencer ..... calling up the vampire armand to secure my brand deal today. it's okay that you're going against the algorithm and in fact it's good. dare to be different. would love to know how you're tying kendall's motifs into the iwtv universe if you are. it's also an area that's just rife with potential

[addictivepsychology]

[david-watts]

had to stop watching the referendum coverage because 1. nobody understands the constitution 2. and instead of actually campaigning for or against they made up strawmen to get angry about which 3. results in the most inconsistent statements going live on the national broadcaster. yet alone being used as justification to halt any progress because it's not good enough in regards to where we as a country SHOULD be but we're not at yet

[pleaselovemeliketrust]

Having tattoo cravings is more dangerous than people think.

First, it starts with a cheeky little tattoo, Something small and quaint……☺️

Next thing you know you’re shaving your head in the chair to make sure that your whole skull is smooth for application…🙂

[nastrond-skelly]

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Lotta love for the rat bois, girls and numinous bears

Skaven power

[subhashdagar123]

[cheshire-teeth]

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon, nsfw, morally grey reader

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about your loser colleague… He’s the nerdiest guy, and he’s got the biggest, fattest crush on you—and it makes him utterly blind to all your tricks and how you manipulate him to do your work around the office like your own personal errand boy.

You’re not mean. You swear it! You’re not mean—you know it’s wrong of you to enjoy and abuse his attention like this without any intention of ever reciprocating it! Of course, you know it’s awful of you to string him along, never telling him you’re not into him like that, that he’s wasting his time on you, that he should move on. You’re a nice girl! You promise! Of course, if he were to actually confess, you’d tell him the truth at once! You’d let him down easy. But as it stands right now, he hasn’t asked—and so it’s innocent—both his unworded crush and your unspoken flattery. Sure, it might be a little narcissistic, but it’s not a crime for a girl to bask in attention!

Do you lead him on? Mh… well… not exactly. You’re being nice, is all. Sure, some might call what you do flirting back, but you act that way with plenty of people, not just him. If he reads into it, that’s on him. Right?

Okay, fine, so you’re a little mean. So what? Is it really so wrong of you to play with him just a little bit? No. Or… at least not entirely. Think about it—in a way, you’re making his day with your little tricks. How you return his long longing stares with your own lingering looks and coy smiles—taking him outside with you to smoke during your break, talking to him in giggles over small inside jokes you’ve developed between just the two of you, applying your lipgloss all exaggeratingly as they do in the movies, borrowing his jacket when it gets too cold for you in your inappropriate tops, squeezing your arms tightly over your chest, making your tits squish up to meet him and his shameful leer.

Truly, adults shouldn't act this way—but you just can’t help yourself!

And it’s not as if he isn’t equally guilty! Looking at you like that! It’s not as if you don’t know exactly what perverted little thoughts go tumbling through his head—picturing you naked in compromising positions, probably playing with your image like a toy doll, dressing you up in kinky clothes to fit all his dirty fantasies, making you say all sorts of vile things for him.

You’re both awful! So it’s fine. A quid pro quo, as they call it. A tit for tat if you’re nasty.

And honestly, a nerdy guy like him should know better. A pretty girl like you—popular and a sweetheart, to top it all off—he can’t seriously believe he has an actual chance, can he? Of course not—that would make him delusional. You’re not torturing him. In any case, he’s torturing himself!

And you seriously think he might just keep it up forever.

But you might be going too far this time—laying it on too thick—stretching him too thin—asking him to drive you home after an office party, giggling and all but moaning all your words in the passenger seat next to him, wearing nothing but a short little black slip, no bra, no nothing except for a pair of strappy little heals. 

“Oh! What a night—these shoes are killing me!” you sigh while taking them both off as he drives. Even in your drunk state, you can see the way his hands tighten around the wheel and how he shifts all uncomfortably in his seat, breathing thickly—it makes you smile.

You throw your head back in relief once they’re both off—chest jutting forth as you rub your thighs together. And he swallows thickly—jaw clenched so tight, he couldn’t say anything even if he had anything to say. But you know he doesn’t—you, with your milky skin on display, have rendered him speechless. 

Your smile curls at the corners, and you know it’s cruel, but you have absolutely no idea how to reel it in anymore. He makes you feel like an untouchable goddess being worshipped—makes you want to laugh as he bows his head in the dirt and prays to you with all he has.

Oh, the poor boy, you’ve got him wound so tightly around your little finger—you don’t even know how to release him anymore. You’re both in way too deep, it’s getting hard for either of you to think clearly anymore.

“I’ll follow you in—just to make sure you get to bed safely,” he offers once stopping outside your place. And lost to the wine in your bloodstream, you haven’t the slightest little hang-up over how he knows your address without having asked.

Completely oblivious, you keep floating on cloud nine, smiling while murmuring, “What a nice guy~ How ‘bout you carry me up the steps as well—” 

You’d meant it as a tease, but he takes it in all manners of seriousness, rounding the car, opening your door, and then scooping you up before your bare feet even have the chance of meeting the pavement below—but you don’t complain.

Only cheering, “Oh~” 

It’s surprising, maybe even a little bit impressive. He’s tall, but he looks more lean than anything—like an overgrown boy—a far cry from a rugged man of strength, but here he is, acting just so, carrying you like a princess—with ease, you might add. But you suppose it’s been hard for you to tell his true build from beneath those big, cozy sweaters he always wears. Resting on it now, you can tell his chest is actually quite firm.

“I didn’t know you were so strong~" You keep flirting, paying no mind to how his hands grope into your exposed skin—you can allow him that much. Otherwise, feeling too swept up in your own feminine guiles—aroused by your sheer seductiveness—hot and bothered and thinking you’re going to touch yourself to yourself tonight and laugh about how you have the poor office loser waiting on you, hands and knees.

You find your keys in your clutch and unlock the door from the cradle of his arms—before you’re carried inside like a queen, all the way to your bedroom, where he lays you down gently on your bed. 

You sigh happily at the soft, nice embrace—feeling successful while melting into the cakey mattress—all but ready to find your vibe and ride the high.  That is, until feeling a certain pair of hands start undressing you.

“Hey—what’re you doing?” you jolt, gripping your dress in a panic—looking shock-eyed into his round ones.

“Just making you comfortable,” he says softly, looking a little bit like a kicked pup—making your nerves return calm. 

Oh, of course, he is—you can’t blame a guy for trying. However, there are limits to what’s allowed in this little game of yours. And you think that’s crossing one.

“Thanks, but…” You chuckle—faking being shy while batting your lashes. “That wouldn’t be appropriate. You see—” Voice sultry as you admit, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

How you have the gall to keep teasing him is beyond you, and so you keep blaming it all on liquid courage—otherwise, certain the devil is making you do it.

“Thanks for taking me home, though.”

You smile before turning to rest on your side, facing away from where he stands by your bedside with hope in his poor eyes—oh, you almost feel bad—if only your well-fed ego weren’t already making you feel on top of the world. 

“You can leave the key beneath the welcome matt. Drive safely. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Eyes closed in bliss while grinning from ear to ear, you’ve come to terms with your terrible nature and have found the perfect way of sleeping at night despite it. Your poor colleague, so hopelessly infatuated with you and such a sucker for it—making you relive your mean girl queen bee school days all over again.

It’s the drink! You swear! It makes you feel all types of demonic—wanting to play with your favorite toy—see just how far you can take it before making him break. But, as always, one should be careful what one wishes for.

“You know…” A dark voice occupies your bedroom. From behind you. You’d thought he’d left already—gone out to his car to beat his blue-balled cock to his fantasy of you, but no. 

“Playing hard to get is one thing…” he continues. “Being a stuck-up bitch is another.”

You try to whip around, but it’s too late by then.

“You’ve had your fun with me. It’s time I have my fun with you.”

Nothing could have prepared you for his sudden change—the moment when all your teasing and tricks finally made him snap! 

He’s on top of your back. Straddling you—a heavy hand in your hair, pushing your face back down into the soft mattress below, while the other hand picks your dress up, pulling over your butt and leaving it exposed.

“Hey! What are you—” You try to make him calm down—to stop—but it’s as though nothing you say has any impact—or, no—instead, it has the complete opposite effect of what you want.

A sharp feeling blossoms across your ass cheek. It takes a moment before you realize he’d hit you—spanked you.

His grip on your hair tightens, pulls your face up to meet him where he leans down to your ear—voice venom-laced and shy of unhinged, “You’ve enjoyed yourself tonight, haven’t you? Teasing and toying with me—thinking I’ll just sit back and take it.”

His hand digs between your thighs—slipping through despite how you mend them shut—now dragging his fingers through your puffy slit, forcing two inside your tightly needy hole, uncaring to the cry it reaps from you.

“I’m the one who made your pussy wet like this, so it’s only right I have my way with it.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Shigaraki, Shinso ♡ JJK – Nanami, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kageyama ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Isagi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[mazeyphaedra]

oisín hakinvar my mind is spinning with thoughts of you. you’ve gotten buff over the summer maybe for your own sake, but if the talented and beautiful diviner you’ve had a crush on since that first history of glyphs class one thursday morning in freshman year notices your tats and says hey, then what a win! right? who cares if you feel like she’s hiding something? or she runs away from you. or your party rogue gets bossier and angrier and you feel like she’s hiding something for you too. you keep a low profile, get bored in the auditorium while your crush’s friends do all these crazy bits—they’ve been killing it helping their party cleric campaign for student president, by the way—and you’ve had the lot you have for long enough to know that especially when she doesn’t get what she wants, kipperlilly gets mad. now she’s mad enough to cuss her opponent out in front of both your parties and. well. you aren’t by any means inexperienced, but you haven’t saved the world thrice. so you try to deescalate before this becomes a real shitshow and you just. watch as these intrepid heroes all square up in their cleric’s defense. and maybe something nags at the back of your mind, of a fight, of giants and sweetness and a cable knit sweater stained with blood, or maybe it can’t because you can’t remember the truth, or maybe or maybe or then their rogue starts hissing at you? you’ve met him maybe once? anyway. with all that over, oisín! your crush, the literal elven oracle, says she thinks you’re cool! you catch her eye, or try to, while her friends aim her head your way, and despite that, or maybe even because of it, you ache a little for a friendship as comfortable and familiar as theirs. but you have the lot you have. so you send an apology through a pointed finger and walk away.

[dickaspointed]

𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑾 𝑶𝑻7

𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥!!

HEESEUNG was about to start his daily regime of violence on league when he walked into the kitchen to gather an array of food and drinks to satiate his gnawing hunger. your back was turned to him, so of course he took it as a sign to scare you. instead, you scared him when you whipped around with a whisk in hand, rolling it aggressively against the red and purple bruises that lingered over your collarbone.

"what in the world?!"

"i seen it on tiktok! i have such an important interview tomorrow and i can't go into it like this. i look like a whore!" you exclaimed, desperately digging the silver into your skin. "is it working? please tell me it's working!"

JAY genuinely couldn't believe his eyes when you sat in the center of his bed with a whisk going to town on the marks he worked so hard to create last night. you had forgot all about the dinner with his parents and with your neck looking like the latest shark attack, you were desperate for anything.

"don't stare at me like that, tiktok said if i do this they'll go away." you remained stoic, but Jay cringed as he watched the little wires dig into your skin. "can you tell? i think they're disappearing—!"

JAKE took the whisk from your hand, narrowing his eyes at you as he stared upon the fading bruise. he had worked hard on these masterpieces and to watch you try to rid of them hurt a lot differently.

"i know that stupid tiktok hack! absolutely not! people should know our sex life is completely fine and thriving, why do you care so much about how they look at you?"

"my mom is on her way here," you deadpanned, lips flatlining. "remember the conversation 'we're waiting until marriage.' yeah, me too."

Jake cleared his throat, sheepishly returning the whisk. "i'm so sorry."

NI-KI dropped the groceries off in the little kitchenette, rolling his shoulders after lugging such heavy items up 4 flights of stairs. he had rung you at least 12 times and due to no answer he brought the groceries up by himself.

he huffed and puffed very obviously upset and when he burst through your bedroom door, nostrils flared and cheeks red, only then did you actually break from your trance.

"Ni-ki! i'm busy!" you screeched, whirling your wrists in circles as you held firmly to the stainless steel whisk you had instacarted to your house. "TikTok told me i could remove hickies—" Ni-ki moved in closer, yanking that stupid whisk away from you before he started his attack.

SUNGHOON was about to start baking a cake for Sunoo's birthday, most of his utensils were missing and when he searched high and low he couldn't find them. finally caving to ask you for help, he hung onto the doorknob his face twisted into pure confusion and disgust.

you sat cross legged on his bed, using both hands to twirl his whisk into a large bruise he created last night. a bowl of ice rested between your thighs, every now and then you'd take a cube out and slide it over the bruise before reassuming position. "oh! hi, hoon!"

needless to say, Sunoo had no cake and you had way too many hickies that a whisk could not whisk away.

SUNOO had went into hiding for majority of the day, hidden underneath covers, his phone propped on his pillow he watched tutorial after tutorial. to anyone who caught this it definitely looked like a weird sex kink but in truth he was trying to remove all of the hickies you had tatted on his skin.

he had a very important meeting this afternoon and no amount of makeup was hiding the shape or color of your lips on his skin. desperately enough, when you entered the bedroom and caught him in the act you only laughed, going over to your makeup kit to cancel out the different hues of hickies that loitered his beautiful skin.

"stay off TikTok, Sun. you'll rupture your arteries at this rate."

JUNGWON loved tatting your skin up in hickies, it really was his favorite past time. your chest quickly became a warzone and with the hot weather approaching you wanted nothing more than to wear crop tops or low fitting tops.

you wasted not a single second hopping on the good ole clock app to help rid of your problem. there were loads of tutorials to help and immediately you searched high and low for a whisk before diving onto the couch to start your experiment.

Jungwon wasn't too pleased with this and in short he threw the whisk away, giving you a long lecture on how you shouldn't care about what others thought.

K BYEREE