#vampire mikey way smut

[mychemstat]

Queen of the Night- My Chemical Romance

Summary: Gerard was fifteen years late to her dawning. She wouldn’t care much if that wasn’t all she heard about every single fucking day, either from the maidens outside the gates, or even the ones whispering in the walls of her palace. Attending dawning ceremonies all over the country and feeling a murder of sympathetic eyes on her had made her bitter and bored. She would spend her days at the hookah clubs in town, head buried between the cream-colored lace-clad thighs of waitresses and unhappily married women, giving them the first and probably the best orgasm of their life before kissing the back of their hand softly, never to be seen again. As a result, Michael, her younger sibling, was always on edge, covering up her mess, wanting to keep the Decree of Dawn far away from their palace. But when two helpers deployed by the Decree, Frank and Ray, are assigned to the Way Manor to conduct their first ever new Dawning on Gerard, things take a heated turn for the worst. Author's note and warnings: minors dni please. vampire femcr. smut. frerard and rikey. maybe ill add pete wentz for fun who knows. enjoy!! idk when ill update but ill try my best <3

The Way Manor, Cynthia. 

Epiphyllum Oxypetalum, often known as the Queen of the Night blooms after sunset. Sharp and crisp petals fall apart to reveal a softer, more delicate flower underneath: like a full moon against the midnight sky. It taunts its beauty, proud and angelic, riding its glorious high before the inevitable eclipse of its prime. 

Gerard has been pressing these flowers between the pages of her brown leatherback diary since she was five years old. The garden of her father’s palace was lavishly decorated in the spring (he spared no expense). Every spring, these were planted along the edge of the greenery and fifteen minutes past six in the evening, right before supper, Gerard would sneak off in her day gown to watch them bloom, a candle caged between her dainty, pale fingers, as she plucked them off and hit them in the pockets of her gown. 

She never told anyone of her habit, however normal it was as a young girl to like flowers at the time, giggling whenever the housekeepers complained about this ‘flower thief.’ It was her secret. 

And maybe her father’s too, sometimes. She painted the flowers in detail till rigid paint stains covered her lily white gown; and she would skip over to her father’s chambers, crying out, “Look what I made!” 

He ruffled her hair and pressed an adoring kiss to her forehead before he hung the canvas up on the royal blue walls of his study. Once Gerard turned sixteen, her father requested that his deathbed be moved into the study; he wanted her paintings to be his last memory of the earth, he explained, barely able to croak out the sentence as Gerard stood in the corner, quiet staccato sobs seeping into the canvas. 

Her trips to the garden shortened over the next few years, her spine stood taller, canvases grew darker, like she invented a new color of melancholy; her sister, Michael, after a few months, called it over emotional with a twinge of blood red and black. 

Michael was reserved, not as expressive as Gerard, but not heartless. She didn’t eat for days after the passing of her father, and Gerard had to sit by her bed and take care of her before she got back up on her feet. Michael made fun of Gerard for worrying too much and Gerard then knew she was okay. 

When Michael approached dawning, Gerard assumed the role of her guardian. Gerard, older than her and still not having dawned, tried her best to push feelings of being left out and made sure her baby sister was taken care of, now that only housekeepers and maidens roamed the halls.

Michael developed an aversion to sunlight during her first dawning and Gerard installed heavier, more opaque curtains, giving candle shops back in town more business than they had ever seen. Vials of crimson liquid reflecting the candle flames, struck the hottest glare into Michael’s eyes, and Gerard would hear her wail all night before her newfound thirst died for the night. She was safe to be fed then, and only then . 

It was all about contro l, their mother’s diary read. Gerard narrated it into melodies and sang them softly over the piano in Michael’s room, noticing the way her sister’s eyebrows moved the slightest in amusement. 

“Control your teeth, control your eyes, control your mind before you wilt and die.”

Michael lied when she needed to. When she had to. A lot of the time she felt like the older sibling in the family, a calculated mind outsmarting all others. She knew Gerard had a good soul and that she would never outright admit wishing it was her who dawned earlier. 

“Mi, is she just as dramatic as she seems?” Gerard once asked, lifting her fingers momentarily from the black and white keys to face her sister who had her pupils blown wide open. 

Michael hesitated for a fraction of a second before wincing out loud, “I am in so much pain, she exaggerated of course, you know how she was.” 

The truth was: Michael felt alive for the first time in her life. Sure, she wasn’t being completely dishonest about her pain, but it didn’t exactly sting her after the first hour. Rather, it grew dull and insignificant with every meal. Her blood ran cold, yet she felt like she could breathe for the first time in her life. And she wanted so badly to tell Gerard all about it; she was her best friend after all. 

But because she was the only person Michael would ever live, lie, kill, die, do whatever it took for, she stood silent.

Gerard was fifteen years late to her dawning. She wouldn’t care much if that wasn’t all she heard about every single fucking day, either from the maidens outside the gates, or even the ones whispering in the walls of her palace. Attending dawning ceremonies all over the country and feeling a murder of sympathetic eyes on her had made her bitter and bored. She would spend her days at the hookah clubs in town, head buried between the cream-colored lace-clad thighs of waitresses and unhappily married women, giving them the first and probably the best orgasm of their life before kissing the back of their hand softly, never to be seen again. 

Michael often found her smoking in some alleyway, hiding from the flock of women around town looking for her, and her sister would have their carriage escort her back to the palace, throwing judgmental looks at the maroon marks on her neck. 

“You know that the Decree is to visit the palace soon, no? What are they going to think about,” Michael pauses, gesturing towards her sister’s neck in disgust, “all of that .”

“Oh, who cares? I have plenty of scarves. I find it hard to believe that the Decree of Cynthia will-”

“It is not them.” Michael stated and looked out the window, her glasses bobbing up and down with the bumps on the road.

“What the fuck do they want? You’re done with your dawning aren’t you? I’m not sharing anything about our decree either, and those women don’t suspect a thing especially because I haven’t dawned.”

“That’s the point, Gerard.” A lull fell over the carriage, nothing to be heard but the click-clacking of horseshoes against the unpaved roads of the town side. Of course , it came back to her dawning, God forbid they ever ever let that go. 

Gerard bit the inside of her cheek, “So what? Do they intend to force my dawning? Has that ever even been done before?”

“I’ve heard stories,” Michael commented, deep in thought, “Someone in Camellia was successful, but that is about all I have heard.”

“Did they at least tell you who is coming?” Gerard paused, a glint starring in her eyes, “Are they women?”

“Do not even think about bedding the helpers of the Decree of Dawn.” Gerard had never seen Michael this agitated, except when she caught her crying over her broken cello, as if they couldn’t fill the entire palace with cellos and still have enough money to buy the entire town. 

The older woman smiled, soothing the younger’s nerves. That’s how things worked between them. Gerard would get a kick out of making Michael concerned beyond belief, and they would forget about it immediately after. 

Losing Michael was the worst thing that could happen, according to Gerard; she was not afraid of much. Her baby sister was her only priority, especially after the rest of their family had passed. 

Her romantic life wasn’t worthy of mention; none of her escapades involved love, simply pure bouts of dopamine. For the fairytale-like romance that her parents had, she needed someone like her. Some non-human. Someone who understood her needs: maybe even shared them.

So at night, when loneliness grew like black mold and etched scratches in her heart, and her ribcage tugged so hard that her chest felt like it would burst open, she painted. Herself, her brushes, and some late night smoke-filled affairs. She could not be bothered anymore about her dawning. She already had everything she needed. She was satisfied. 

She did not wish for change. Not at all. 

*

Juliet Docks, Camellia

“Frank Iero and Raymond Toro; Way Manor for ten months.” The voice in the atrium echoed and Raymond’s fingers fisted the puffy fabric of Frank’s dress pants, making her hiss in surprise. 

Frank’s heart had started beating again (as much as it could for someone of his kind), and she sighed in relief before glancing at her chum with the shiny brown curls and a hopeful grin facing the front of the room. The tie around Frank’s neck felt like a noose before their assignment was announced, and now it hung lower, unbuttoning the first few knobs on her dress shirt in the process. 

She leaned into the taller woman’s ear, almost resting her chin on her shoulder, chapped lips ghosting over her neck, “Can we please leave now?”

And they did, the shorter’s wobbly legs hardly making it out of the assignment room as nausea and bile sank lower in her torso. 

“Can you believe this? The Way Manor? We must have saved the world in our past lives.” Raymond wondered out loud, arms hooking Frank’s as they walked out of the tent, onto the gravel ridden path lit by the moonlight. 

Frank reached behind her ear adorned by a tiny pearl resting atop the lobe and plucked a cigarette out, Raymond lighting it as a reflex. “My stomach has been in knots all day, Ray,” her voice had softened, stopping in her tracks to inhale.

“Frankie, it is less than a year,” Ray stroked her thumb over Frank’s as her gaze tracked the smoker’s movement, “Besides, I will be there with you. We have nothing to fear, right?”

The shorter woman shrugs, clouding her face before clutching the cigarette between her rosy lips, “We have only ever seen a new Dawning once, and Ray…” She trails off, not wanting to say what she wanted to out loud; as if that would make it true. 

Ray sighed; she had heard this from Frankie a hundred times before, “You know it won’t be like that, Frankie. That was years ago, and we barely knew anything about them then.”

“I am not sure. I feel a tempest brewing beneath my chest. Like something inevitable is coming.”

“The time of our lives at a palace for ten months and maybe a few bad nights? I cannot wait a single day either.”

Frank giggled at Ray’s complete lack of consideration for her overdriven thoughts and linked arms again, “Do you have to be so happy all the time?”

“You would be lying on your cot covered in bottles of absinthe if it weren’t for me dragging you out of there.”

Frankie drops her head in defeat, making the taller one straighten her back, “Who knows, maybe one of the Ways look exactly like Jacki-”

Frank shot her best friend a desperate look, begging her to stop talking, “She is the reason I signed up for this. I need to take my mind off her, so I would appreciate it if you did not mention my most recent gut wrenching heartbreak that had me draining those jars of absinthe in the first place, thank you very much.”

The two looked around the dock, watching parents bid their children goodbye, hugging and crying into their shoulders as their luggage was thrown onto the boats haphazardly. The raging wind had Camellians clutching their coats and hats, making Frank and Ray seek shelter under a beaten wooden shed. It was going to rain, presumably, the tacky air and petrichor overwhelming their senses. 

Frank sipped the last of the stick hanging between her lips before putting the embers out on her tongue and tucking it back behind her ear. Her silence had tipped Ray off to place a soothing touch on the small of her back. She knew Frank better than herself, and Frank was painfully aware of that. 

“It will be good for us, Frankie.” Ray reassures the younger one, ruffling her hair before pulling her in by her shoulders, “I know it will.”

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I don't know when the next update will be, but I am genuinely looking forward to writing this because it has been a while since I have delved into supernatural concepts. Please comment and let me know if you liked it :) Thanks for reading xx. 

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♡ TOKYO REVENGERS ♡

MIKEY X READER X DRAKEN: PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9

MIKEY X READER: PART 1 / PART 2

MITSUYA TAKASHI X READER: PART 1 / PART 2

VAMPIRE AU! MIKEY X READER X SHINICHIRO: PART 1 / PART 2

ALPHA! MIKEY X OMEGA! READER: MY OMEGA

MIKEY/DRAKEN/BAJI/MITSUYA/SHINICHIRO X READER: LEARNING TO SHARE

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

MITSUYA TAKASHI X READER: CHOKE ME

TOMAN'S DARLING

♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN ♡

SUGURU GETO X READER: MINE

TOJI FUSHIGURO X READER: OH BABY

YUTA X READER: YOURS

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X READER: LOVE ME

KNIGHT! SUKUNA X PRINCESS! READER: MY PRINCESS

SATORU X READER X SUGURU: OURS

ALL! JJK MEN X READER (ISEKAI): BE OUR WORLD

GOJO X READER X GETO (My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

Jealous! Gojo Satoru / How would the JJK guys react to you getting their lips tattooed on you / Obsessed! Yuji and Sukuna / Obsessed! Nanami Kento / Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto / Gojo's Dick Pic / Love-Struck Nanami!

JJK OBSESSED SERIES! : Gojo Satoru x reader / Geto and Gojo x Reader / Gojo & Geto & Nanami & Sukuna x Reader

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HAWKS X DABI: JAIL TIME IN MY LAP

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Things they say when in bed with you (Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki)

Lovedrunk! Bakugou and Izuku x Reader

[lovebugism]

✶   — LOVEBUGISM'S WIP LIST ! —   ✶

in which i give you all a glimpse into my never-ending wips in a desperate attempt to keep up with my drafts (▰˘◡˘▰) i've tried to put these in order of my plans to release them, but knowing me, that's always subject to change hahah (updated 07/17)

📼 —   ; ONCE BITTEN, TWICY SHY (vampire!eddie munson)

summary: by the summer of 1986, eddie munson has died and come to life again. more harrowing than that: he can't seem to stop running into the pretty lifeguard from hawkins community pool. he finds out very quickly that gloom and sunshine do not mix. (fluff, smut)

🍽️ —   ; MIRACLE ALIGNER (richie jerimovich)

summary: as far as you're concerned, the only thing you and richie have in common is mikey berzatto. the extent of your quote-unquote relationship begins and ends there. others are starting to think you hate each other so much you just might be in love. (angst, hurt/comfort)

🕊️ —   ; HOLY GRAIL (emperor geta & marcus acacius)

summary: in ancient rome, where survival is determined by the whims of a mad ruler, the empire's beloved general gives you – his first and only love – to the crazed emperor to ensure your safety. (angst, smut)

📚 —   ; SINCERELY YOURS (eddie munson)

summary: five high schoolers with nothing in common are forced to spend an entire saturday in detention together. eddie munson, the school rebel, sets his sights on the pretty little brainiac who refuses to pay him any mind. he slowly teaches her that there's nothing wrong with being a little bad. (a breakfast club re-write) (fluff, hurt/comfort)

🦇 —   ; AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN (eddie munson series)

summary: the freak with a smushed pack of cigarettes meets the princess with a broken heart in a chance of a lifetime encounter they have no idea will lead to an entire lifetime of chance. (an st4 re-write) (fluff, angst, smut)

👨‍🏫 —   ; WHEN I KISSED THE TEACHER (professor!steve harrington)

summary: you're a burnt-out student trying to survive graduate school. steve's a washed-up writer looking for inspiration for his next book. you end up helping each other in ways neither of you expected when the school year began. (fluff, angst, smut)

[natalie668]

Chapter 2 - Lost Girl

Warnings: will contain smut in future chapters, MFM, FM, sometimes more than 3 people lol. Violence (hello they’re vampires), mentions of drugs. (Paul smoking weed)

This story is going to be at least 30+ chapters. It’s still in its planning stages for the future but I love Lost boys (have since I was little) i need to let you all know that I’m a mother to 2 autistic children and a lot of my time is spent looking after them, but I will try and post at least weekly. Hope that’s ok with you all ❤️❤️ please feel free to post comments I’ll reply to every single one 🖤🖤

As we make our way through the crowds lingering across the boardwalk i can't help but to follow like a lost sheep. I have no clue where we're going but, but surely my soulmate can't be leading me to danger? That's why my legs willingly follow him as he makes his way towards a motorbike.

He gets on, and holds his hand out to me to take hold of, "come on, jump on." He says his eyes baring into my own.

I take a deep breath and pulling my pencil skirt upwards feeling rather self conscious, I get my leg over and secure my arms around his waist. This is my first time on a motorbike and my heart is in my throat. We begin to take off, he goes at a careful speed, we'd been driving for around 15 minutes before we came to a wooden looking house. We pull up the dirt path leading to the front of the home.

He kicks out the stand and slides off, his arms help me get off the bike, a smile now taking over his beautiful features. "This is my home, come on," he says as he leads me through the front door. "My mum should be home soon."

We make our way into what looks like a living room, there's a teenage boy sat on the sofa reading a Batman comic. I can't help but smile seeing a youngster reading.

He looks up from his comic, a frown marring his features, "why have you bought a girl home Mikey, moms not going to be happy." He practically finishes in sing song with a grin on his face.

He pushes his little brother by the shoulder, "Mom will be happy for me. Sammy; meet my soulmate - y/n."

Who i now know as Sam, his mouth opens wide like a gawping fish. He stutters, "Oh my god! Mikeys found his soulmate!?" He says practically vibrating on the spot with excitement. I can't help but to grin and smile at the kid. He seems so happy bless him.

I lean forward extending my hand, "it's nice to meet you Sammy,". We shake hands both of us grinning.

Michael wraps an arm around my shoulders, "well, I'm going to go get to know y/n some more, shout us when mums home." He says as we make our way up the stairs to what I can only assume is his bedroom.

We step into his bedroom and I take in the posters around jotted around on the walls. A single bed is the only thing to sit on in there. He sits himself down making himself comfy, I make my way over slipping my shoes off before climbing onto the bed.

We look at each other taking one another in, “So, what were you doing at the Board walk, you looked a bit lost. And I know I’ve never seen you there.” He says to me as I press my fingers to my lips, I can’t get over how good looking my soulmate is, he’s so handsome.

I look down at my hands, trying to think of what to say, whether to risk telling the truth and scaring my soulmate away or risking him getting me sent to a nut house. Oh sod it, what’s the worst that can happen.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” i say as i look up to him, “This morning I was in the year 2024, and I was on my way home from work, and I got hit by lightning and woke up on the sand in 1987.”

I peer up at, him waiting to see his reaction, peering up at him he seems shocked, obviously what else would you expect. “I promise I’m telling the truth, I know it sounds absolutely bonkers but it’s true.” I say as I look into his eyes, they seem to be taking in what I just said.

He leans forward, his fingers pressing to my cheek, he leans in and kisses my forehead, pulling me towards him. "I believe you, why would you lie about something like that." his chin is resting on the top of my head.

I lean in taking in his scent, I can't help but to feel safe in his embrace, snuggling against his chest. He smells me, I can hear his intake of breath breathing me in.

"You'll be ok love, I promise I'll take care of you forever." he says to me, nuzzling his face against me.

"Forever is a long time Michael, are you sure you can promise forever." i say to him grinning against his chest. I feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

"You'll find, we'll all be able to promise you forever, sweetheart." his fingers caress my hair, his fingers running through it.

I pull away from him, confused. "What do you mean we?," i say to him, does he know my other soulmates?

Michael is just about to speak when theres a knock against his bedroom door, "Come in," he says to the person at the door.

A beautiful blonde lady walks in, you hazard a guess that this woman is his mother. "Hi sweetie, it's lovely to finally meet my Michaels soulmate." she says as she rushes over and pulls me into a loving embrace. her warmness and nurturing nature reminds you of your own mother, a mother who would be in her 20s like yourself in 1987, the thought makes your head spin.

I lean into her hug, "Its lovely to meet you too," i say as she pulls back a huge loving smile on her face.

chapter 3

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 28

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Part 27 🟣 Part 29

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, male masturbation, fingering, p-in-v sex, shower sex, ongoing vampire shenanigans, haematophilia (that's a blood fetish, people.), (hence unsurprisingly) lots of blood, paranormal voyeurism, regular voyeurism, exhibitionism, taunting August (bad idea, probably), (light?) predator/prey dynamic, elements of D/s dynamic, praise kink, hair pulling, some light spanking, spitroasting, mentions of (something resembling) subspace, the guys being fucking idiots (because why not), deepthroating, double facial...

Word count: 4k

A/N: Well, here we go... You can thank @geralts-yenn for the early posting of this chapter (And you can thank me for finishing CH29 yesterday so I feel comfortable posting this already lol... I like to have an extra chapter on file, idk why)

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You were on your way to Mikey’s room, where you’d been spending your nights since you still hadn’t figured out what to do with the room you’d been given, when something stopped you dead in your tracks. It was a strange pull that felt familiar and completely new at the same time — something reminiscent of a violent longing for… you. The feeling was clouded by the same static you experienced when Mike was feeding on you, sharing his gift — but Mike was nowhere near you, and therefore by any and all logic also very much not feeding. More importantly: this feeling didn’t come from Mike.

As if by magic, you were drawn towards the source of it, and the closer you got, the stronger the feeling, until you came to a halt in front of a door. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath labored, a maelstrom of unidentifiable thoughts racing through your mind. An image forced its way to the foreground — a thought not your own.

You reached for the doorknob and opened the door despite not knowing what was even behind it. A bedroom. Whose?

The faint sound of running water reached you from behind another door in the corner of the room — anyone’s best guess would be that there was a bathroom behind door number two. Another image flashed through your head — this time clearer. Closer.

You. Naked. Bloodied.

Your breath quickened as your heart beat so loudly in your ears there was no way that whoever was behind that door hadn’t heard it — although there was a possibility they were slightly too preoccupied with their thoughts to notice.

As quietly as possible, you tiptoed to the bathroom door, and you pushed the handle down without thinking about it for too long. Evidence strongly suggested you’d find Marshall on the other side of the door, and you deliberately didn’t think of the consequences in case you were wrong about that.

You weren’t wrong.

The sight before you made you clench your thighs together, and with great difficulty you fought back a gasp. He was in the shower, leaning against the wall, eyes closed and stroking himself in a lazy rhythm.

He didn’t look up, didn’t even move — any more than what he’d been doing up until now, anyway — but there was no way he didn’t know you were here. To paraphrase Mike: you couldn’t ambush him, the man could read minds.

A smile appeared on his lips. Had he heard you?

“Yes.” Alright, that answered that question.

“Want some company?” For the first time, you realized Marshall was the only person in your entire family with whom you could communicate without the possibility of anyone else overhearing you…

“I like that thought.” It almost sounded like a confession. “And I wouldn’t say no to that.”

You discarded your clothes as quickly as humanly possible, and hurried into the shower without thinking, where you were welcomed with open arms by Marshall — and met with a very unwelcome stream of water that was way too cold.

You shrieked, fighting to get away — not so much from Marshall, but definitely the glacial temperatures of the water. No wonder the glass of the shower stall hadn’t been steamed up.

“Thank you for not letting go of me,” you said after you’d rectified the temperature-situation.

“You’re more than welcome.” Why was he smiling? Did he think this was funny? “A little.”

“I can leave, if you’re going to be like this,” you warned, but his arms tightened around you, and you knew you didn’t have a prayer.

“It’s exceedingly rare that prey walks into my arms so willingly.” Your cheek was pressed against the cool tiles of the wall, a hand twisted into your hair, and you relished the weight of him as he leaned into you, pinning you against the wall. “I hardly think I’m prepared to let you go.”

Words got stuck in your throat, and your thoughts remained an unintelligible mess as you attempted to gain an understanding of the situation while every cell in your body screamed at you to run. To say you’d never seen him like this would be a lie. You had. Twice — maybe even three times, but you were a little preoccupied with the situation at hand to figure out which instances counted, and which ones did not. Entirely new, however, was your sudden willingness to surrender.

Then why did the last shred of defiance in your body demand you struggle against his iron grasp?

“We both know it’s useless.” Correct. “But I have to admit I admire your spirit. Not that I expected anything else from you.”

Were you trembling in fear, or in anticipation? Marshall’s grip on your hair tightened and you whined softly. He forced his thigh between yours, nudging your legs apart with his, and again you struggled — and again it was completely and utterly useless. A low growl escaped through his gritted teeth as he inhaled deeply, dragging the tip of his nose along your neck. With his free hand, he turned the showerhead away from you.

“Are you nervous, love?” He chuckled as you cried out when his fang suddenly pierced your earlobe. You instinctively reached for the source of the pain, the sharp sting quickly subsiding until it was no more than a dull throb that felt eerily similar to the one between your legs. When you looked at your hand, your fingertips were red.

Marshall’s sharp teeth grazed your neck without breaking skin, and you winced on instinct. “No, don’t…”

He spun you around effortlessly, pinning your wrists to the wall over your head with one hand while the other forcefully found it’s way between your legs, two fingers slipping into your eager, aching pussy with ease.

“Don’t?” He smiled deviously. “You know exactly what I want to do to you, you stand here dripping and waiting, your body begging me… I can feel your pulse so clearly inside this tight little cunt. Tell me, what exactly is it that you don’t want me to do to you?”

You had no answer to that question, knowing that if the thought of asking him to stop occurred to you for so much as a split second, he would have heeded your request long before you’d ever be able to voice it. Not a single part of you wanted him to stop for even the shortest moment.

Involuntarily, your muscles clenched around his fingers as he pumped them into you in a lazy rhythm. His teeth dragging over your skin leaving you teeming with anticipation, until he finally bit down just above your collarbone. He took pull after pull from you, in time with the rhythm of his fingers inside your core, as if he was feeding. Only he didn’t swallow. Instead, he let your blood flow out of his mouth, allowing it to run down your body. A metallic scent filled the air, adding to the already overwhelming sensations of hot steam, seemingly limitless arousal and the divine sounds of pleasure that spilled freely from Marshall’s throat.

“I’ve never had the pleasure with one of your kind,” he explained. “Always had to be careful… Forgive me.”

Forgive him? For what? For showing you exactly what you’d been so curious about for a while now? For loving you in his own, twisted way? He let go of your hands when you struggled against him, and you used your newfound freedom to grab Marshall’s face and pull his mouth to yours, the taste of your own blood strange on your tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he abandoned his pursuits between your legs to pull you close against him with one arm while the other guided your leg to his hip.

A dull thud broke your fixation on Marshall for a moment. August. Near Marshall’s bedroom door. “Huh?”

“He’ll leave if you want him to.” Marshall’s thoughts were clouded, strained in a way that matched his labored breathing. “But he would love to watch…”

Although you did not mind him listening in, you had so far preferred your intimate moments to be relatively August-less — unless, of course, those intimate moments were with August, in which case his presence was not a want, but rather a rock-solid requirement — but something felt different.

“Come in,” you whispered barely audibly, ignoring the surprised look on Marshall’s face that quickly morphed into a devilish grin as he lifted you off the floor.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, twisted your fingers into his hair as he bit your neck and continued to make a complete mess of you. A quick glance down at the bright-colored water around Marshall’s feet pushed the throbbing ache between your legs back to your attention, but your interest was soon piqued by something far more exhilarating: the absolutely thrilling sight of a very worked up August, leaning against the bathroom door, his black shirt hanging open to reveal his heaving chest.

“How does it feel, love?” Incredible. It felt incredible. A moan escaped you as you felt the tip of Marshall’s cock nudge at your entrance, and you looked over his shoulder, straight into August’s almost pleading eyes as Marshall pushed into you.

You cried out, your pleading whine clearly music to both your guys’ ears. Not once did you take your eyes off August as Marshall fucked you in a steady, demanding rhythm, luring moans and cries from you with every thrust. August was clearly hanging on to his last shred of restraint, a pained expression on his face as he struggled to… to what?

“You know how we feel,” Marshall said to August with a dark chuckle as he thrust into you a bit harsher, drawing sharp whines from your throat. “By all means, enjoy yourself while I take what you can’t have…”

In a split second, you were facing the glass with Marshall’s hand fisting your hair, pulling your head back as he pressed your bloody tits against the glass. More blood still trickled down your body from the bites Marshall had left, and without hesitation, he added another on your shoulder, letting the thick, warm liquid run down your back and between your breasts.

Still, your eyes never left August’s, except to glance down as he took his cock out. The sight was enough to make you whine, silently cursing the glass that kept you from reaching out and touching him. A shiver ran down your spine as Marshall pushed into you from behind. It was a struggle to keep your eyes open, yet you couldn’t bear to take them off August as he stroked himself at a slow, steady pace. You gritted your teeth as you looked at him, rage ripping through you so suddenly that you couldn’t hold back a growl.

“That’s normally our line, princess,” August said, his mouth curling into a smug smirk. “What’s the matter?”

“Bastard,” you cursed under your breath, your eyes still trained on his — your gaze cold and harsh while his was devious and provocative. “Come here.”

The sound of the sharp smack Marshall delivered to your ass bounced off the tiles, followed by a fierce, stinging pain. “Mind your manners.”

Yes, Sir…

The feeling of willing obedience subsided, washed away by the same rage from before. Defiance…

“It’s called being a fucking brat, love.” The echo of Marshall’s voice in your head was cut off by the sharp sting of another smack on your ass.

“I’m glad to see you don’t intend to spoil her education,” August said with the most insufferably arrogant edge to his voice, followed by an equally insufferable chuckle.

“Mike will take care of that, I’m sure,” Marshall grunted through gritted teeth, never wavering in his rhythm as he continued to fuck you. “Melot, in time, too.”

You huffed, the sharp breath coming out as a half-snarl. If Marshall knew about your curiosity towards Melot, then August, no doubt, did too.

You placed a hand on the glass at the height of August’s hips and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He was relentless, as always. “Isn’t she wonderful?” he asked Marshall softly. “I just can’t get enough of that wet, throbbing pussy…”

Your nipples hardened against the glass as sparks skittered up and down your spine. Moans turned into cries, your back arched further, seemingly acting of its own accord, and your clit throbbed almost painfully.

August’s doing, no doubt. But why were you fighting him?

“Sweet princess,” August chuckled, “it’s pointless, you know that. You’ll come for us, and you’ll do it now.” A smug grin spread across his face as your restraint shattered and stars danced before your eyes as you toppled over the edge.

Marshall took pity on you and your quaking knees, and slowed down, gently guiding you down from your peak. “Good girl,” he whispered softly. “That’s it. Good girl.”

He and August exchanged looks. “Look at her,” Marshall said. “Still so desperate for you…”

“For both of us,” August corrected. “If you don’t mind…”

Marshall clearly didn’t mind, because a brief wave of cool air later, you were in August’s arms, one arm draped around his neck while the other grasped desperately at his hip.

It probably shouldn’t have surprised you that all this time, Marshall’s thrusts — although relentless and rough — had been gentle enough to avoid any painful situations, but it did.

“To be fair, I do believe August is helping,” Marshall muttered as he finally slowed down, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Minimally,” August said casually, lifting your chin so you were looking up at him. He winked, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he lowered his mouth to yours and you were lost in a searing kiss. August moaned into your mouth as you wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him in time with Marshall’s rhythm.

The way August looked down at you, licking his lips as he took in the literal bloodbath Marshall had created, turned your knees weak as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “It never used to be my thing,” he muttered, shooting a quick glance at Marshall before locking eyes with you again, “but I must admit you’re a sight for sore eyes, princess.”

You moaned loudly when August’s hand closed lightly around your throat. He took a step back, moving his hand to the back of your neck and dragging your head down. Your heart skipped a beat, and nerves gnawed on your insides for a moment — but only a moment. August simply didn’t allow for much time to work yourself into some unnecessary frenzy about this: he impatiently tapped his cock against your lips. “Open up, princess. And spare me the attitude.”

“No need to panic, no need to resist… We know exactly what you think and how you feel, love.” A comforting thought, in a way.

They took good care of you, exactly as you’d expected — but make no mistake; they certainly took good care of themselves as well. Too much thinking certainly didn’t serve you well in this situation, that much became clear immediately, but as soon as you surrendered yourself to them, you fell into an easy rhythm that worked well for everyone.

No matter how fun it was to oppose and provoke, you couldn’t muster the strength — or maybe you just didn’t want to. Instead, you let yourself slip into the deep, calming comfort of the knowledge that you were safe and loved — a thought that seemed to be completely contradictory to the fact that you were literally being used as a mindless fuck doll, if you were being honest.

You could have lasted forever in that comfortable, floaty feeling — that’s what it felt like, at least — had it not been for the interesting sound. A slap — but different, and somehow your brain registered it for what it was immediately, and dragged you back to reality. And your attitude with it.

You stood up straight so abruptly that you finally seemed to have succeeded in taking your vampires by surprise, and you looked at them with a suspicious glare, going back and forth between Marshall and August a few times before you found the words you needed.

“You did not just… high five…” Those dumbass grins told you everything you needed to know. “Really? Four hundred years and you still haven’t managed to grow the fuck up?” You silently cursed yourself. You’d been having fun, right? Then why, pray tell, did you feel this intense urge to somehow ‘gain the upper hand’ in a situation that did not call for anything like that at all?

Of course, they saw right through you.

“Princess, I’ll give you two choices. Either you get on your knees…” August started, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Make me.”

“And that would have been option two,” Marshall said. He was suddenly behind you, holding your wrists together behind your back. “I’ll ask one more time.”

What was it with you and this continuous urge to struggle and pick fights when you knew you couldn’t win?

“It’s because you know you can’t win, love,” Marshall whispered. He was right — of course he was right!

It was completely unsurprising, then, that you were suddenly on your knees, unsure of whether you had done so of your own volition. One thing was clear, though: You were where you wanted to be, on the floor, looking up at August and Marshall as they towered over you.

Marshall was fresh out of however little patience he’d still possessed before your unruly intermezzo. “Be a good girl, love,” he said slowly, “and finish what you started.”

As he pushed his cock past your lips, you didn’t object. Instead, you slowly felt yourself fall back into that same calm headspace from before. It came from a place of total trust — feral nature be damned; Marshall would never hurt you.

Your vision was blurred by tears as you tried your best not to choke, so you had little else to go on than the sounds and near-continuous stream of swearing that spilled from Marshall’s lips, and the feeling of the tightening grip on your hair as he got closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust.

“Eyes closed, mouth open, love,” Marshall growled as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. This was not an order to argue about — there was no time: He finished himself off with a few swift strokes, and August followed mere seconds after him. ‘Eyes closed’ had been a very solid instruction…

“Fucking hell,” August muttered. Was it his finger that lightly trailed along your jaw? Had to be.

“I’m never getting this image out of my head.” Marshall’s words made you chuckle, and for a moment you furiously wished you could see yourself right now. Maybe someday, in a flash of Marshall’s thoughts. “Alternatively, I could take a picture…”

The idea both frightened and excited you — not because you thought you couldn’t trust the guys with a photo like that, but mostly because you were afraid you wouldn’t look good in it, although Marshall — and then August, once he got wind of the idea — was quick to point out that was a total non-issue. As far as they were concerned, you looked hot as fuck right now.

“Not that you normally don’t,” August said, chuckling softly.

“Just… Make it quick,” you laughed. “I feel sticky.”

“Might be more than just a feeling, love,” Marshall replied. “Done.”

That still didn’t mean you could open your eyes, but at least you didn’t have to try so hard to sit pretty. You slumped down on the floor, suddenly uncomfortably aware that you were cold, and tired. A strange, sinking feeling hit you suddenly, but before you had good and well thought about what it could be, August was on the floor next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

Then, water hits your knee. “Is it warm enough, princess?” August asked kindly, his voice soft and warm. You nodded, unable to speak for some reason. “Alright, that’s good.” He spoke slowly and clearly, obviously doing that on purpose, but you couldn’t figure out why exactly. “Is it alright if I clean your face? Do you want to do it yourself?”

“You can do it.” You weren’t kidding about suddenly feeling very tired.

As soon as August was done washing your face, and you opened your eyes, you felt a very stern grasp on your chin. August turned your face to him. His voice was still gentle when he spoke: “Look at me for a second, okay? Don’t look around right now — I mean it. Do yourself a favor and keep your eyes on me.”

He said it in such a way, with such seriousness to his voice that it simply made sense to do as you were told. Had you decided against that, you would have been confronted with a gigantic mess.

Blood. Lots of it. Everywhere. The wall, the glass, and — last, but certainly not least — on you.

The guys were right to assume that would have thoroughly freaked you out, so August kept you warm, snuggled up tightly against his chest in the corner of the shower while Marshall set out to turn the place into something a little less ‘Saw XI’ and a little more ‘normal bathroom’. After that, it was your turn.

You grew more and more tired by the second — especially since Marshall turned out to have a hidden talent for scalp massages, which you had the privilege to discover when he took it upon himself to wash your hair, even after you insisted that you could do it yourself. It wasn’t a complete lie: You probably could have, but there was absolutely no denying how very nice it was to not have to.

August and Marshall seemed determined to clean every inch of you thoroughly and with the gentlest care, never missing an opportunity to ask if you were okay, if you needed anything, if there was anything they could do for you…

“Stop asking that,” you whispered. “And get me into bed, please.”

You barely registered being carried out of the shower. They made quick work of drying you off and rushing you back into the bedroom.

“The bites,” August said to Marshall before he sealed his mouth over one of them. Marshall followed suit, dragging his tongue over another bitemark. “This one won’t stop bleeding.” His voice was so calm that you weren’t startled by the message.

“Does it need more than a simple band-aid?” Marshall asked, equally calmly. Why was he asking? Didn’t he already know the answer? “You deserve to know what’s going on, love. In that spirit: a band-aid is plenty. I’ll be right back.”

As always, he was true to his word, gently tending to your neck within seconds of announcing his departure. Then, someone knocked on the door, and Marshall disappeared again.

“Thanks,” he said to whoever was on the other side of the door — you couldn’t be bothered to turn around.

“Take care of her.” Of course it was Mike. You couldn’t help but smile, especially when Marshall returned, holding a cup of tea.

You drank it in silence, after the guys had made sure you were tucked in comfortably between Marshall and August.

“Will you both stay here?” you asked, somehow afraid of the answer. What if they said no?

“Neither of us would dream of leaving, princess,” August whispered. “We’ll be right here for as long as you need us.”

“Is… Is there anything you guys need?” you asked hesitantly.

“I’m good like this,” August said, and Marshall agreed with him. “You’re all we need right now."

[juuuulez]

🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat: ✅

⟡ richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall, and i feel sick.

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

⟡ negan smith.

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills: ✅

⟡ carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex: ✅

⟡ lip gallagher.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

⟡ richie jerimovich.

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

⟡ carmen berzatto.

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

⟡ lip gallagher.

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

⟡ sydney adamu.

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

⟡ lip gallagher.

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / and I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

⟡ lip gallagher.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?: ✅

⟡ mikey berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

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and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

[anystalker707]

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE MASTERLIST

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♰ Gerard Way

༺ Infatuation | Gerard Way x [gn] Reader | LOTMS Era

Genre: Fluff / Comfort Summary: Mikey's quiet brother catches (y/n)'s attention, and they're up to doing anything to have him fall for them with the help of their friends, Mikey, Ray, and Frank.

༺ Mx. Painter, my dear | Gerard Way x [gn] Reader | 2007 Era

Genre: Light angst / Comfort Summary: A vampire--brooding owner of an isolated estate--who decides to help a painter on the verge of death from consumption. Tw: Depressive themes

༺ Let me help you | Gerard Way x [fem] Reader | LOTMS Era

Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: Gerard finds comfort in you, for some reason. No one more than a last-minute stage manager.

༺ Ignition | Gerard Way x [gn] Reader | 2007 Era

Genre: Smut Summary: Nothing like pleasing the one who you belong to. Kind of content: Dom-Sub dinamics / Dom! Gerard / Oral fixation / afab version + amab version

༺ Forgotten screens and messy covers | Gerard Way x [gn, afab] Reader | Basement Era

Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: A boring movie leads to interesting actions. Kind of content: Pegging / Dirty talk / Praising / Humiliation

༺ 15 minutes until the night mass | Priest! Gerard x Vampire! [gn] Reader

Genre: Smut Summary: Just a small treat to yourself before the last mass of Sunday. Kind of content: Dom-Sub dinamics / Vampire! Reader / Priest! Gerard / Blood play / Sado-Masochism undertones / Oral fixation

༺ That guy from the local band | Gerard x [afab] Reader | Bullets Era

Genre: Smut / Drabble Summary: One thing leads to another after you talk with the singer of the local band. Kind of content: Dom-Sub dinamics / Biting / Oral / Overstim

༺ Pouring rain | Gerard x [gn] Reader | Basement era

Genre: Angst / Comfort Summary: Bitter sweet reencounters

༺ .loving rewards. | Gerard x [gn/afab] Reader | Revenge Era

Genre: Drabble / Smut Summary: A nice reward for such a loving boy Kind of content: Pegging / Overstimulation / Praising

༺ .worship. | Gerard x [gn/afab] Reader | Any Era

Genre: Drabble / Smut / Fluff Summary: His adoration for your body is unquestionable. Kind of content: Chubby Reader / Praising / Dom-Sub undertones / Sub Reader / Body worship

♰ Party Poison

༺ Red marks against pale skin | Party Poison x [gn] Reader

Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: Party Poison's chest is really sensitive. It wouldn't hurt to see how far it goes, right? Kind of content: Nipple play / Oral fixation.

༺ When we kill all our friends | Party Poison x [gn] Reader

Genre: Angst / Comfort Summary: It's been bitter years since anyone saw the Fabulous Four, but it seems like Party Poison is inviting you to deal with them again.

༺ On the same side (1/2) | Party Poison x [gn] Reader

Genre: Comfort Summary: Only a small mistake was enough to have you, a famous scarecrow, in the hands of the most famous killjoy group.

↳ ༺ On the same side (2/2) | Party Poison x [gn] Reader

Genre: Comfort Summary: Who knew Party Poison themself would fall in love with a former Scarecrow?

♰ Frank Iero

༺ 3 a.m. | Pastel! Frank x Punk! [gn] Reader | DD Era

Genre: Fluff / Comfort Summary: (Y/n) loves to take Frank on dates in the middle of the night, and he loves it just the same.

༺ Fluff² | [Revenge] Frank x [gn] Reader x [ProRev] Frank

Genre: Fluff / Comfort Summary: (Y/n) had a rough day at work, but, luckily, their boyfriends are there to help.

༺ Such a tease | Frank x [transmasc] Reader | Revenge era

Genre: Smut Summary: Frank's a damn tease that deserves a punishment. Kind of content: Love bites / Dry grinding / Dom-Sub dynamics / Dom! Reader

༺ Love bites | Frank x [gn] Reader | ProRev Era

Genre: Smut Summary: Frank's like a little devil, getting on your way the whole time, and you get way too angry. Kind of content: Spanking / Overstim / Oral / Love bites / Dom-Sub dynamics / Dom! Reader

༺ A treat | Frank x [amab/male] Reader | ProRev Era

Genre: Smut Summary: You had a long day and Frank's needy. It's logic. Kind of content: Soft / Loving / Riding / Dom-Sub dynamics / Dom! Reader

༺ Good, princess? | Frank x [amab/male] Reader | DD Era

Genre: Smut Summary: Frank really wants to have some fun with you, whether it's while talking with the others or in the hotel's bathroom. Kind of content: Dom-Sub undertones / Frank calls reader as "princess" / Oral / Fucking against the wall

༺ (twink)² | [transmasc] Frank x [transmasc] Reader | DD Era

Genre: Smut/ Drabble Summary: Just fucking around with strap-ons. Kind of content: Dom-Sub undertones / Frank pegs reader / Not a lot of body description / Actually pretty sweet / Brief overstimulation

༺ Dualism | Frank x [gn, afab] Reader | Any era

Genre: Comfort/ Drabble/ Fluff / Smutty Summary: A small synthesis of your relationship with Frank. Kind of content: Dom-Sub undertones / Dom Reader / Not a lot of body description

༺ .worship. | Frank x [gn/afab] Reader | Any Era

Genre: Drabble / Smut / Fluff Summary: His adoration for your body is unquestionable. Kind of content: Chubby Reader / Praising / Dom-Sub undertones / Sub Reader / Body worship

༺ top surgery | Frank x [transmasc] Reader | Any Era

Genre: Drabble / Comfort / Fluff Summary: Sweet interactions between Frank and his boyfriend after the top surgery

༺ heavy feelings | Frank x [gender-neutral] Reader | Revenge Era

Pairings: Frank Iero x [gender-neutral] Reader Genre: Light angst / Comfort / Fluff Summary: Longing for each other until finding out you two feel the same for each other.

♰ Fun Ghoul

༺ Let me hold you | Ghoul x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Genre: Drabble / Comfort / Angst Summary: Ghoul wasn't aware the pain was that bad when he tried to hug you. Kind of content: Intense pain description

♰ Mikey Way

༺ In your arms | Mikey x [gn, afab] Reader | 2023 Era

Genre: Smut / Fluff / Comfort Summary: It's (y/n)'s first time, and Mikey is happy to help.

༺ Tied and blindfolded | Mikey x [gn, afab] Reader | TBP Era

Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's a new thing Mikey wants to try. Kind of content: Blindfolding / Handcuffing / Dom and sub dynamics / Breeding kink / Rough

༺ + 1 | Mikey x [gn, afab] Reader | Return Era

Genre: Smut Summary: You and Mikey are trying for a baby. Kind of content: Breeding kink / Lots of body description / Edging / Light overstim

♰ Ray Toro

༺ make up for the lost time | Ray x [gn, afab] Reader | Revenge Era

Genre: Comfort/ Smut Summary: Ray's back after tour, and you can't hold yourself back anymore. Kind of content: Dom-Sub undertones / Dom Ray / Not a lot of body description (transmasc friendly) / Riding / A little overstim

[geralts-yenn]

2023 character wrapped

@deandoesthingstome knows too well I get a little obsessive over some characters - let's see if I can make it to nine (or if I can stop at nine 😁 a look onto my masterlist that's barely a year old tells me we will get there)

Here we go...

My no 1: No surprise here - Mikey

He's my precious silly boy and I will never stop loving him. As part of a family of lunatics here or here, as our best friend, or as the cute neighbor who steals the heart of Nina and Mel

2. Melot

I blame @raccoon-eyed-rebel for introducing me to the slutty lil' braid boy. Just look at that grumpy, miserable little guy. I can't help but thinking about how to make him feel better. That's why he gets the love from not only one but two lovely persons in my Hearts Too Big universe. He's still not quite happy as a vampire in Believe in Me, but I swear we'll get to it.

3. Syverson

Not much of a surprise - how could I not love him? He's the character I read the most this year, for sure. But I also loved to write him into my bonfire story and it's follow up. I was yearning for him and I imagined him as a daddy 🥰

4. Evan

Oh, he was a surprise for me. Even though I liked his character in the movie, I didn't intend to write for him. Until a lovely nonnie put him into my brain and started to fuel my obsession with him here, here and here.

5. Walter

The grumpy bear was always a favorite of me when it came to reading but I was a little scared to write him by myself. In the end, I'm quite happy with the outcome when I finally dared.

6. August Walker

Another one that I love but didn't dare to write. Until it was too tempting to add him as the vampire king in Believe in Me. And then those little pieces of smut here and here with the vampire king were surprisingly easy to write.

7. Napoleon Solo

I love the smooth spy. I had so much fun to pair him up with the lovely Amina and I totally plan to get back to Leon sometime in the future

8. Charles

I wish I had more time to explore his character. I love him so much - especially when he's put into a modern AU. I kinda did this to him as my sidekick for Melot. And I have a wip in my folders, sleeping for way too long, where he's the most annoying and yet adorable duke. I really hope I get to the point where I can introduce him to you.

That's everyone I have written for this year. But I surely don't stop here with obsessing

I won't count Geralt, Will and all the other characters of Henry Cavill because this post is already too long for anyone to read, lol.

But I surely have to count the man himself

9. Henry Cavill

Yes, I am obsessed with this man and I am not sorry! I guess I won't ever get back to the unfinished RPF that got me into writing at all but I will not stop loving the adorkable man that he is.

And then there are still some guys that don't look like Henry:

9. Dean Winchester

I had almost forgotten how much I loved him. Until I introduced the teenager to Supernatural and spent a lot of evenings this year watching that stupid little shit 😍

10. Billy Russo

One of my favorite roles for Ben. And so many good fics out there that I need to explore at some point.

11. Jack Reacher

Very recent addition to the hunks in my head. I love the new season and I'm definitely not immune to that man's visual charms.

I think I will stop here, even if I could name probably another 12...

@ellethespaceunicorn @peyton--warren @gummydummy19 @jvanilly @ronearoundblindly @ylva-syverson want to talk about your favorite characters?

[thewordworrier]

Current WIPs - September 2024

It has been an actual year since I did one of these and considering the fact that I literally just finished (and posted) a fic last night/in the early hours of this morning, I figured that it might be an idea to look at what I've got in the GoogleDocs.

Let's see. First I should probably note that anything I call any document here will be a working title. I very very very rarely share final titles until I hit the publish/post button. I like to keep some secrets. Uh... Normally I'd talk about the Big Files first and then touch on the smaller ones. Although there isn't that many smaller files nowadays. But I think today we'll just go by things as I remember them. Most of the time, my Big Files are only that way because I cannot end fics for love nor money. I create these worlds and then don't want to leave them.

Okay then! On we go! This might be a long one.

I have three, maybe four Vampire based fics. I'm an MCR writer, of course I do.

~ Vampire AU the First

In which Lux, Mikey and Gerard are vampires. Mikey has moved with the times and Gerard’s a little stuck in the past. Lux was a modern day Human until she was recently turned and Shelly is a Human.

This file is one of my long ones; about 40k. This is the AU in which my OTPtober 2022 - Insecurity piece is set. I haven't dipped into this one for a little while, but I enjoy this world. ~ Reverse!Vampire AU

In which Shelly is our Vampire, Mercy is her Human familiar and Gerard is a struggling artist.

About 37k. Again, not one I've touched for a little while but, again, one I enjoy. Gerard being the not-vampire isn't as common in ths fandom, in my opinion. That might be why I enjoy this one when I'm in it. ~ VAU4 (because 3 got published)

Gerard is vampire royalty, and Shelly appears to be a regular Human who finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

This one is less than 15k and a little bit fragmented, which is probably why it's not that long. Slightly different relationship dynamics here too, a less friendly start between the girls. So that's fun. For the final vampire based fic, I'm gonna copy the paragraph from the last post because it amuses me and is stll true:

I ALSO have something labelled as Vampires&Werewolves AU, which… Seems very Twilight, putting the two creatures against each other with a Human in the middle, but… Also, not Twilight because there’s no fucking sparkling.

This fic a baby - it's only like 10k.

What's next? Let's stick with the paranormal. ~ The Succubus Fic

In which Shelly is a succubus and Gerard is her… Victim?

This one is labelled as a “fic” instead of an AU because I do not want it to get as long as some of my other files. This one is about 15k and could maybe end where it is and have parts added later on but... I'm not sure. I haven't touched it for a little while. ~ the Supernatural Beings AU Vampires, werewolves, witches and wizards, oh my! This one is about 30k so that's how much fun I'm having there. ~ the Normal AU That is, the regular, run of the mill, there is a band, this is their career, fics. This is spread across like, 5 different GoogleDocs (at least) so I can't really give you a wordcount, though it is my biggest project. I'm working on all those milestones (like the engagement and the wedding, because, hello?!) but they take time. Even if I do have like 80% of Shelly and Gerard's story all written in my head. There are so, so many words here. So many little situations and... So. Much. There's a smut scene in one of these files that... Lord above. Like... SiR! (I wrote that one in a hospital walk in waiting room too.) ~ The Danger Days fic aka The Sandbox Fic Another AU spread across several files, but I think it's all about... 30k? so far? Then again, about 10k of that is a smutty chapter... Lead up, the action, wrapping up the scene. It's all... Can you call it a spin off? of my Wife’s Danger Days fic, picking up a little after where that left off so I could throw Shelly into that world. ~ The Tamarin Inspired Situation 20k ish. An excuse to write more threesome-ish stuff after dabbling in the next listing. If you look up Tamarin breeding stuations, you'll learn more about the scenario I was going for. ~ The CollegeAU - also known as the PolyCollegeAU This started out as me attempting to write a threesome, BEFORE the Birthday Fic happened. It ended up in timeout for a long time because Frank wouldn’t behave, thus making the inevitable choice between the two really hard! And then, along comes my wonderful wife and is all OKAY BUT WHAT IF and boom, it came out of time out and gained… A lot of words. And turned into a poly-relationship situation. I thinkkkkk I had the intention/s of throwing a little light dom/sub play in there too. And I think there's a scene or two where Shelly and Frank talk about pegging. So that's fun! It's about 32k currently. ~ The Nameless Fic. Another 15k ish file, and this one is definitely a bit more out of left field for me. It's a bit more angsty despite what the subtitle/working title suggests. I know where I'm going with this one I just have to tweak some stuff to write it the way I want it. ~ The Half Baked Idea About 10k and has more of a series of plot points. It’s a little ✨mystical✨ and supernatural but because there's not much more to it than a few chapters and some notes, I don't know where I'm going with it. ~ It’s A Compliment I Swear I wrote the ending for this in July 2022. It’s… 😬 Yeah. I might get in trouble for that ending. I'm very close to just creating a bulletpoint list of what I wanted to cover in between where I ended it and how we get to the last few chapters I ended up writing and just posting that.

Other, smaller files ~ The Sugar Baby AU ~ PopStar!Shelly ~ The Stripper!Gerard fic ~ a HighSchool AU or two. ~ my first VampireAU that I'm probably not gonna go back to, but I stole my own lore from it for the others I write. ~ Taylor Swift fic drabbles.

I thinkkkkkk that's it. I might be missing one or two things, but you can only scroll through GoogleDocs so many times before your eyes glaze over, you know? I might've mentioned something in the older post that I didn't mention here. Anything else is probably just a file of maybe a page of notes and not actual writing.

[violet-is-under-ur-bed1]

intro -_-

INTRODUCTION!!!! :3

Hello!!! I'm Z but I go by other names like violet, Vicky, V, Oli, or axel! :3. My pronouns are they/them!!

I'm lesbian, demigirl, and aroace -_- and extremely sleep deprived!!

THINGS I &lt; 3!!

•Mcr, ptv, sws, p!atd, cobra starship, underoath, all time low, we the kings, s3rl, the academy is.., cute is what we aim for (+ more)

•creepypasta (hyperfixation)

•ouran host club

•mlp 2010!!

•animal jam

•msp / Webkinz

• bugs

•invader zim

•ryan ross (me)

•Patrick stump

•pete wentz

•vic fuen(tits)

•tony perry

•gerard way (my girlfriend💗💗💗)

•ray toro (me)

•mikey way and frank iero (my wife's)

• resident evil games !! :P

•scott pilgrim

•wattpad, reddit, ao3, tumblr addict

•twilight / vampire diaries

•skeleanimals

•weird mustache obsession

•random 2000s enthusiast

•sharks

•toki doki

• Twilight & Fluttershy (+ pinkie pie) luver

• batman

•pokemon

•i shit myself so hard whenever I see smut (no hate to people who read smut💗)

•monster high

•a literal fashionista

•Comics! (I luv DC)

•My littlest pet shop

•i love head cannons 💗💗 (there so funny for no reason?!??)

•Im pretty quiet in general but when you get to know me I literally won't shut up

•i love horror movies (sci-fi, but not originals idk how to feel abt them yet)

• leon, carlos, claire, and Chris are my fav characters!

• i love video games (all i talk about)

• micheal cera

YOUTUBERS

•Kurtis Conner

•nickisnotgreen

•drew gooden

•Jarvis Johnson

•RAVON and LARRAY

•courtreezy

•izzzyzzz

•film cooper

•Chad Chad

•Sinjin drowning

•Jake Webber

•Johnnie Guilbert

•funkyfrogbait

•vereena

•dorisxchi

•slushynoobz

•flamingo

•Jordan Adika

•Martin

•Jenny Nicholson

DNI!😡😡💪💪🔥💯‼️

•Dream smp (dream pls dont touch me)

•pedos (🔞DONT TOUCH ME IM A MINOR🔞)

•Pro Shippers (some of you are okay but half of you ship minors and adults togethe and incest?!? EWW!!!)

Socials!!! :D

•reddit: nyancathybrid

•discord: i_am_the_2nd_kurtis_fan6743

•wattpad: Nyancat1234355445

•tiktok: violetmustdiex_x | alt: fartpro230

•roblox: Rottonfinger

•spacehey: https://spacehey.com/profile?id= 1903654

urm.. anygay..

Q/A common questions!!

*"What's your favorite color?"* turquoise (Nuh uh)

*"What's your favorite drink and food?"* blood im a vampire

*"what is your favorite band?"* mcr😈😈🍆🙏💯‼️

*"What is your favorite type of flower?*" daises

*"If you could marry anyone you want, who would it be?"* urm no I have my pookies (clarie redfield and nina the killer)

*"What is your hair color?"* brown but I would like to dye it black and turquoise (nuh uh)

[geralts-yenn]

Ha, everyone following me knows I am the no1 fangirl of @raccoon-eyed-rebel so there's not much more to say 😁

She is absolutely amazing, talented, hilarious, witty and creative ❤️

(and a wonderful friend 😘)

If you haven't taken your time to read all of her masterlist, you have to change that! Seriously, you won't be disappointed.

Like a goofy adorkable idiot? Read all of her Mikey. I love him SO MUCH!

Wanna read some of the best smut ever? Go read Under Orders!

You always wondered how Henry's characters would behave as college roommates? You need to read the amazing 179 Crescent Street. (If I ever had to choose to read only one story for the rest of my life, it would be this one)

And if you want to explore some unique and stunning vampire stuff, naturals is the way to go.

And keep an eye on what is about to come because I know she's working on some wonderful stuff

Btw. I second to @deandoesthingstome 's ask for Sy to make an appearance in Under Orders! We all want that to happen!

Fanfic Writer Wednesday

Friends, I would be extremely remiss if I didn’t remind you at least once a day how much I adore @raccoon-eyed-rebel and her stories.

When I search back through my #fic rec tag, it’s so blindingly apparent. She has written a lot of really fun, unique stories that always surprise me and often make me swoon.

Want to pretend you’re in it for the long haul and babies with Sy? Get in line behind Lara, aka @keanureevesisbae​ (as well as me, except i don’t want the babies) and check out Fixer Upper.

Want to know what it’s like to live in a house with EIGHT young Cavill characters? I mean, you won’t actually be living there, but like, you’ll get the drift and it’s amazing! Stop by 179th Crescent Street. 

Need some Dom!August willing to share you with Dom!Walter? Under Orders is your jam. (Also, do me a favor and beg nicely for neighbor!Sy to make an appearance. Thanks.)

Her Masterlist also has an amazing vampire!Au with hints and promises of a little reverse harem action with four Cavill characters (Natural) and several one-shots that make it pretty clear Mike is her favorite. Until you come across this Walter gem.

Anyway, my point isn’t to list every single story available, but rather to remind you there are amazing storytellers out there who love and adore your feedback. They’d literally offer up a first-born child in thanks. 

So find some free time, gather some snacks, take a gander at the list, and like, comment, or reblog. OR all of the above. It’s doesn’t take much. And it feels good to make others feel good. It’s okay if you only do it for your own endorphins.

As always…

[robinrunsfiction]

More smutty vampire Mikey w/fem-reader. pls and thank you

Vampire-tine’s Day 2021 - Day 3

Pairing: Vampire!Mikey Way x Female Reader Rating: Mature (Smut) Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~1,550 Author’s Note: My depression gave me a slight reprieve, so you finally get this story! Although it is a couple days late and not at all proof read so 🤷🏻‍♀️

You’d gone past the place a dozen times, slowing down each time, trying to catch a glimpse of something, someone that would confirm your suspicions. After weeks of hesitancy, you couldn’t ignore the desire burning within you any longer, and decided tonight was the night.

The taxi driver kept glancing back at you in the rearview mirror as he drove you to the bar in the sketchy neighborhood, as if he was trying to pinpoint exactly what your intentions were. You tried to ignore the looks and keep your excitement and nerves in check. Maybe you should have asked a friend to come along for safety, but did you really want any of your friends to know you were going to, for lack of a better term, a rumored vampire sex bar?

Soon you found yourself standing awkwardly outside the bar, working up the nerve to go inside. The bass of the music playing inside was thumping through the walls, matching the heavy beating of your heart. The music suddenly got louder when the door opened and someone walked out and before it could close all the way, you darted inside.

A few heads turned to look at you as you made your way to the bar to order a drink. You tried not to stare as vampires bit and licked at the fresh wounds and running blood of the human patrons. After ordering your drink from the human bartender, you imagined how it would feel to have fangs sinking into your neck, how lightheaded you’d get from the loss of blood. A chill of excitement went down your spine.

“Can I buy you a drink?” A voice asked. You turned to see a very handsome dark haired man with a jawline that could cut glass standing over you.

“You’re a little late, I already ordered one,” you smirked as the bartender returned with your drink.

“Put it on my tab, Kev,” he said to the bartender who nodded. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before. I’d remember someone so beautiful.”

“This is my first time,” you replied, maintaining your composure despite the compliment.

He nodded, his eyes taking you in and you felt a chill. Just then the music turned up and he leaned in so you could hear him speak. “And you know where you are, right?”

“I do, and I know what I came for,” you replied, looking straight in his eyes to let him know you were not intimidated.

A coy smile tugged at his lips. “I’m Mikey.”

“(YN),” you replied before taking another drink. “So you come here often enough to have a tab and recognize when someone is new.”

Mikey laughed lightly and shrugged. “There aren’t many other places for my kind in town. People think we’re dangerous predators.”

“But you’re not?”

He smirked and leaned in even closer so his lips grazed against the shell of your ear. “I can be however dangerous you want me to be.”

When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, filled with lust that you were certain that matched your own. He reached up, cupped your cheek, and you leaned into the touch reflexively. He leaned back in and kissed you without hesitation and you immediately kissed him back. His hand trailed down so it was resting on the side of your neck and your heart flipped with excitement. As he deepened the kiss, one of his sharp fangs caught your lip, piercing the soft skin. You gasped lightly as you pulled back. Mikey brought his finger to your lip, wiping away the bead of crimson blood before licking it off his finger.

“Of course you taste incredible,” he murmured.

“There’s more where that came from,” you replied.

He leaned in and kissed you hard again. “Do you wanna go someplace more private?” He asked against your lips after pulling back just millimeters.

“Yea,” you breathed.

“Back room, or my place? It’s close.”

“Your place,” you nodded. The idea of hooking up with a vampire for the first time in the back room of a bar with dozens of other vampires within earshot wasn’t appealing. Maybe one day, but not tonight. Yes it was a risk going someplace else with someone you just met, but you trusted your instinct, and your instinct trusted Mikey.

He took your hand, leading you through the crowd and out into the night. The air was cool on your skin, and you realized you hadn’t noticed how warm it had gotten in the bar. After walking a few blocks, you arrived at his apartment building. He led you to the elevator, and when the doors shut behind you, he turned to you, backing you against the wall. Your heart pounded as he leaned in, kissing you passionately, his hands on your waist pulling your body against his as you wrapped your arms around him. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, bringing you back to reality and causing you to break the kiss.

Once inside his apartment, Mikey’s lips were back on yours as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the door. You pushed Mikey’s jacket off his shoulders as he backed you against the wall, hands sliding under your shirt, cool on your skin, as his lips moved to your neck, leaving the first of what you assumed would be many marks. A moan escaped your lips.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” Mikey mumbled against your neck.

“God I want you so bad,” you moaned as you ran your hand through his dark hair.

Taking that as his cue, Mikey scooped you up and in a flash crossed his apartment to the bedroom. Dropping you onto the bed and you pulled off your shirt and tossed it away. He followed suit before he crawled up the bed toward you. In that moment you felt like he was the predator, you were the prey, and you may cum at the thought alone.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured as he started trailing kisses up your exposed stomach, then over your chest, up to your neck, his hands roaming over your body, raising goosebumps along the way. “Like a dream come true.”

“Have you seen yourself?” You laughed before you realized what you’d said. “Shit, maybe not, sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended,” Mikey laughed before leaning in to kiss you again. His tongue moved against yours, only his was cool, just like his touch. You realized his hips were pinning yours down and you felt yourself flushing with desire. You rolled your hips up in an attempt to get him to do something more.

"Mikey, please," you moaned. 

“So desperate,” he smirked.

“I told you I know what I want,” you retorted.

“I don’t think you were specific though,” he teased as he started kissing his way back down your body.

“I want you to fuck me, and then bite me,” you answered confidently.

Mikey looked up, surprised, before a wicked smile formed on his face. “I like a girl that isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants.”

It wasn’t much longer before both of you were totally unclothed and Mikey was attempting to hold your hips steady as he went down on you. His cool lips on your clit made shivers run down your spine as his long fingers moved inside you and you were writhing in pleasure, moans escaping your lips.

“Fuuuck, Mikey,” you moaned. “I’m gonna cum!”

“I love how you say my name,” he murmured against you. Moments later, you came around his fingers, panting for air.

“Oh my god,” you sighed.

“I’m not through with you yet,” he smirked as he sat back. “I haven’t even given you what you want yet.”

“Fuck,” you muttered as he started kissing his way back up your body. As he started kissing your neck, he pressed into you, eliciting another moan. You were already feeling overstimulated, but he was not about to relent.

“You gotta tell me when you’re close,” he said. “Can you do that (YN)?”

You nodded, but you were quickly turning into putty in his hands but you nodded as you bit your lip, willing yourself not to come too quickly.

“You feel so good,” he gasped into your ear. “I could do this forever.”

“Well I’m not gonna last,” you giggled, which turned into a sigh as he shifted the angle of his hips. “I’m really close, like really close I’m gonna-”

Your words were cut off when his fangs sank into your neck, and you came harder than you ever had in your life, moaning wantonly as he finished at the same time, drinking your blood as you rode out your high.

“Fuck,” you gasped, feeling completely wiped out, but more pleasure than you had ever felt in your life.

“That was amazing,” Mikey complimented from where he lay beside you.

“Better than I imagined,” you replied.

“Would you be interested in doing this again?” He asked.

“Tonight?” You asked, a little panic in your voice. “I don’t think I could handle that!” You laughed.

Mikey laughed. “No, I mean, another night. Maybe a date before?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you agreed, glancing over at him. He took advantage of the moment and leaned in, kissing you tenderly before you both slipped to sleep.

[magicalpoison]

A taste for you (Vamp!Donnie x F!Reader)

this a lemon/smut - No minors, All characters are 18+ including reader

Requested by: @ashleighclark98

Pairing: Vampire Donatello (Bayverse) x Female Reader

Request: 89. Mating season 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 96. Making out with 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

TW: Smut/lemon, oral (female recieving), Swearing, Mentions of blood, possible - likely grammar errors

A/N:This one turned out to be my goddamn favorite, less talking, more just romantic, passionate and just intimate things. I spent so long tryna rewrite the beginning though that I gave up after a while. Still we are all here for the smut not the story!

How terrible, truly how terrible this entire mistake had been. Donatello, the genius he is, made an error of the worst kind. He had taken it upon himself to see if he could any way alter the ooze that made him and his brothers the people - or turtles they were today. Attempting to perhaps further him and his brothers own skills or to fix others they affected by the ooze, however, a spill brought by a flying skateboard, thank you mikey,  lead to each brother coming into contact with the ooze. At first it held no real side effects, it seemed they were unchanged. That was their first contact with a human.It came as a surprise to all four brothers these strange changes, ranging from a heightened sense of hearing to the worst a hunger, a need for blood. All four brothers decided to remain in hiding until this matter was solved, so Donatello was under a bit of pressure this fine night. So excuse him for having forgotten to inform his girlfriend of the events at hand. He did not think she would be so brave to actually show up the sewers and his lab to demand the whereabouts of her boyfriend.

Donnie held his head down looking through the microscope eyeing the small sample of ooze as it moved under the glass. Him giving an annoyed hum at the unchanging ooze, it remaining unaltered by his added chemicals. The purple clad turtle adjusting his glasses seemingly blocking out the world only hearing a few mutters from outside his designated space. He just suspected it was all from Mickey, still determined to find a name for what they had become, claiming they were vampires or other things of such nonsense. “ (Y/n)! Wait” Leo called out following the angry and annoyed woman as she ran into the lab, ignoring the brothers as they tried to get her to leave. “Donnie!” Her usually sweet voice laced with anger causing the purple clad turtle to flinch a bit as he looked away from the ooze sample up to his sweet dove clearly fuming with such anger. It was only when he looked up at her, green eyes pleading for mercy that it hit him like a truck. Full speed and without warning a boiling rush of a feeling. “Dove…” He sighed his sweet pet name falling on deaf ears as (Y/n) anger for being stood up on their date was too strong to be swayed by sweet nothings.

“Nope! No Dove this or that, I need an explanation mister as to why i was left on a rooftop by myself?” She huffed glaring at the turtle before her eyes trailed the table before him. Papers, arrangements of chemicals and beakers strung about the usually clean lab. Indicator Donnie was struggling with whatever invention or ooze extrication he was working on. A deep inhale (Y/n) looked back at the turtle, his eyes lowered down. Donatello was trying to ignore the burning feeling coursing through his veins like a plague, a hunger. He squeezing his eyes closed tightly behind those large specs he wore did nothing against the thumping sound of her heart. He heard it clear as day, a soft rhythmic sound calming and maddening all at once. “It’s hard to explain Dove,” He muttered, hanging his head. (Y/n) frowned at his reaction, adding in the mess of a lab and room. Instinctively (Y/n) reached a hand out seeking to comfort the turtle but just as her fingers grazed the skin of his cheek his hand shot up gripping her wrist. (Y/n) jumped at the sudden grip, but came to relax as did his grip on her wrist did.

Those once green eyes opened to instead fade to a piercing red, gazing from his pretty little dove to her hand he held in his. Such a tiny wrist. He thought to himself looking at her hand running his thumb over her delicate wrist feeling her pulse race beneath her skin. Bringing her wrist up to his lips he pressed a delicate kiss along her soft skin. Even as his eyes closed he could tell she was flustered by such a move, her pulse speeding up making the man crack a smirk against her skin. Curious he looked up to see (Y/n) all flushed in the cheeks looking down at him all wide eyed. Such a cute reaction made the turtle want more, to see what other expressions she would make as his lips moved elsewhere along her skin. Donatello gave a low hum standing up he released her wrist from his grasp still leaving his dove standing there in bewilderment. Walking past her to the door of his lab he closed it, shutting himself and her off from the world and his brothers. He took a moment to collect his thoughts as the makeshift door clicked with confirmation that it was shut tight. Should he be doing this? Letting these thoughts go to his head and finally giving into hunger that rumpled inside him. He groaned even from these few feet away he could hear her breathe out a shaky sigh, the sound of the concrete beneath her shoes as she turned to look at him. She too finally managed to collect her thoughts.

“I just want to know why you bailed Don,” She gave a soft plea, his actions obviously enough to calm what anger she had. Donatello looked back at her with that usual nervous smile and gave a quiet “Tis’ the season I suppose, couldn’t risk it,” He said a fair warning that it was indeed mating season for his species, though he as well as his brothers knew that was not the whole truth. Truly didn’t matter or it mattered very much seeing as all she had been doing was standing in his presence, it alone was driving him to his limits. He walked up to the small woman, small in comparison to him at least. He is always towering over here, much larger than any normal man even at his young adult age of twenty. (Y/n) obviously didn’t believe him at first as the mess of a lab area said there was much more going on, but trying to speak about it proved futile especially to such charms. “Are you sure ‘cause it looks like-” (Y/n) was cut off again as she tried to touch or at least gesture towards the experiments with the ooze, and yet again Donatello had a grip on her wrist in a matter of seconds. This time however his hand didn’t remain there letting her wrist go and instead both those large green calloused hands held her face still long enough to press a heated unexpected but short kiss to them.

Donatello had panicked, worried she touched the ooze by accident and he let his body lead him to stopping it, its method of choice apparently being one of physical affection. (Y/n) didn’t fight it, falling victim almost immediately as she melted into the kiss and hands. He pulled away just as her lips parted expecting, craving more. Eyes opened to meet each other, it was only then that (Y/n) noticed the shift in eye color. Strange. She thought looking into those dark red eyes that bored into hers, eyeing her with a hunger and depth she could not entirely explain. Donatello gave in that very moment, looking down at her lips parted, breath held waiting patiently for more, for something else he caved. Behaving be damned, he was going to let instinct take over. His fingers tangled in her hair as he gave her a smile, a final warning to his need before he collided their lips together once more. Taking her breath with every move of his lips, pulling her closer by her head, leading her till she was fully against his plastron. Though each kiss was dripping with hunger it also held such passion, as if he stood to savor each movement from her.

(Y/n) felt her breath escape her, her chest heaving against the solid form of his plastron. His tall frame enveloped her, hide her from all sight and sound till it was only him in her senses. Hearing his amused hums and groans as the kiss developed into something more heated or as her hands trailed along his body. His lips all she could feel as the brushed and pulled at her own, prying her mouth open allowing him the access to have his tongue roam the inside of her mouth. Her eyes closed and yet her thoughts wandered playing images of what his face could possibly look like at this very moment, replaying the scenes of previous heated rendezvous they had shared, but all simple in comparison to what was happening now.

Donatello felt a frenzy of small taps along his shielded chest, a sign his love had to make when she required a moment. Without protest he pulled away letting the two a moment to breathe again, but remaining close. They sharing the air between them with each struggle and shaky inhale and exhale. (Y/n) pressed her lips into a thin line unsure of what to say or do in such a moment, though they done this plenty of times before this one remained to be different, to awaken her own human needs for satisfaction. Donatello seemed to realize this, how could he not when the pounding heart and pleading eyes were the only things he saw and heard. All he needs as well. He stepped back from her, the dissipation of body heat left both feeling strangely cold though both were dressed and feeling hot not moments ago. Releasing her from his grip he instead took her hand gently in his larger one as he led her away from his lab into the corner that became his room. Guiding her to walk backwards right into the side of the bed, letting her gently fall back with the lightest push.

She all too willingly allowed herself onto the springy mattress and soft sheets, him falling right after her, hovering over her for a moment. No words spoken, just begging glances exchanged before that primal instinct took over. His lips found hers again in a desperate heated kiss, this one rougher than the last likely to bruise to lips of hers, but what did she care.The (h/c) girl tossed her arms over the turtle’s shoulders and shell trying to pull him down close to her burning yet cold body. She needed some sense of closeness between the two but it remained a pointless venture as Donatello didn’t budge. Why? Because the kiss was not meant to last. He pulled away to instead allow those soft lips of his to linger down onto her neck. Hearing the rushing of her blood and the pounding of her heart do its finest to keep up with her aroused state, he smirked. “Mine~” He purred in between soft delicate kisses that quickly turned into light nips and licks along her throat. Sending a chill crawling down (Y/n)’s spine as she lay beneath him, hands exploring the firm body above her. His hands did the same, one remained holding him up to avoid crushing his pretty Dove. The other began exploring her clothed body, analyzing her outfit of choice to see if it would remain on or be removed soon enough. Thankfully it was a pretty little number she wore tonight, a dress. Donnie would be perfectly content with leaving her inside but still having access to the prize at hand.

Donatello seemed to have little patience at this moment, as did (Y/N). They both trailed their hands down past the other's hips to brush past the straining cores of their bodies. They sat there in their soft pants, laughing despite Donnie’s assault on her neck. "Donnie." Hearing his name breathed out like some unholy prayer made the purple-clad mutant shiver with delight. Oh how he wanted to hear her say that again. He pulled his face from the nape of her neck looking down at the woman beneath him. “Yes (Y/n)?” He returned her name like summer, hot till the end. “I’m sorry,” Her words caught him off guard. Yes, perhaps she arrived angry, but he was wrong for not saying a single thing about the events that transpired. He sighed, shaking his head at her pointless but meaningful words. “No, it's I who should be sorry. So allow me the chance to make up for it,” He spoke sweetly, words like silk yet sent a shiver of ice running along (Y/n) spine. She nodded, not able to find the words to deny him such a chance. This was especially when it was clear his genius mind already knew exactly how he was to do so. The turtle chuckled, he did indeed have an idea in mind. Instead, he let letting his hand trail down to her leg following her inner calf and thigh up and right back down. Donnie lifted himself off from above her, instead opting to kneel on the floor beside the bed. Slowly as if she were some delicate research and experiment he began to remove pieces of her attire, starting with her shoes. As he gently raised her leg, he kissed her teasingly along her flesh, removing each one with such care. Following her other leg then trailing up her lifted the trim of the dress slowly revealing more and more of her legs than her abdomen.

He chuckled at how silent (Y/n) fell looking up at her now propped up on her elbows watching him with that cute flustered face again. “If i do something you like then don’t hold back pretty Dove~” He purred knowing exactly how to time his words as they were quickly followed by a ghost-like kiss right above the lining of her undergarments. (Y/n) gasped and whined following such a light touch, he was so close to where she needed him most that only then did she realize how wet she was. Barely anything was touched and yet he had this woman soaked and craving more. Donatello smiled, the once dorky sort of quiet turtle almost looked smug, clearly proud of himself and his ability to get this woman going. The mutant did not torment his lover for long as he too was feeling the straining sinsation of his manhood against those shorts he wore, the did little to conceal the obviously erection he was sporting and while (Y/n) did take notice of it she was quickly distracted as Donatello rubbed a single digit along the thin cotton fabric of her undergarments. Over the concealed wetness of her cunt making her writhe against the bed. Slowly building such anticipation he slowly removed her panties from her body, (Y/n) not needing to move a muscle as the green mutant was strong enough to lift her hips for her with ease. Removing the fabric he tossed it aside for later clean up, turning his head back to her now exposed nether regions he leaned down not giving (Y/n) a moment to process the cold against her heated core before his tongue slid between her folds giving her a long teasing lick.

This motion prompted a very loud gasp to arise out of the woman as Donatello took a second to enjoy the lingering taste of her on his tongue. Only for a second though before it faded from him leading the mutant to lower his head back down for another and another. The mutant remained unmoving from his spot between her legs, his tongue hot from body heat remained tracing over her entrance, prodding it and rubbing against her clit in ways that drove (Y/n) mad. The young man was obviously fully aware of what he was doing and how to do it as she was nothing but incoherent cries and muttered of pleas on the sheets of his bed. Head hanging back as her elbows struggled to keep her up right, her body quaking with delicious delirium. Through her own cries and whispers of his name did she hear and feel his own moan against her trembling core. She forced herself to open her eyes peering down past her own body to Donatello enjoying his tasing of her, his hands firmly wrapped around his cock stroking the hardened member as he did so. Donatello from the time he began devouring his lover had grown a bit too needy for his liking, needing to desperately relieve some of the pressure he sought to get himself further down to his satisfaction with her. If the air in (Y/n)’s lung had not already been wasted on moaning and begging in bliss she would have felt it knocked out of her lungs again with such a sight.

It was the last straw needed for her elbows to give in, letting her upper body collapse onto the bed with a whine followed by his name. “Donnie~!” She begged for his attention, finally pulling the turtle from such a sweet dessert. Though he stopped his feverish eating he still remained in close proximity of her cunt, her feeling his hot breath panting slightly against her needy heat. “I need you.” She begged, one hand releasing itself from the sheets she held in a vice grip, the dark purple fabric remaining scrunched up as she reached out to the turtle before her. Donatello stood, not one to deny a lady, especially when they sounded so god damn hot begging like that. He stood up from his knees, both hands reaching down to take firm hold of her hips pulling her further off the edge of the bed and raising them to meet him. He leaned over down to her, his pretty little girlfriend looking so fucking beautiful as she laid there looking back at him waiting for his next move. “You are too cute princess~” He purred his tongue trailing his lips, wiping away any lingering residue from his feast. (Y/n) blushed, though she was sure it could not be seen through her already burning flustered skin.

“Who do you belong to?” His question came a bit as a surprise to (Y/n), nevertheless she found his lowered voice and demanding tone only to further her arousal. Donatello held her hips up with one hand pressed firmly up into her lower back. The other took hold of his shaft running it along her slick folds, his head teasing her entrance but not moving any farther till he got an answer. He raised a brow at her, those eyes piercing her with such an impatient and dominating gaze. Unlike her usual Donnie, but either way she loved it. “You.” Her words were nothing but a shaky whisper but it was good enough from the impatient Donatello. Sliding himself into her with such ease to feel her walls flutter around him trying to adjust to the large girth of him. He ventured back to his assault on her neck and collarbone as he whispered sweet nothing into her ears about how good she felt and how beautiful she was. He waited a moment more before pulling back only to collide with her hips again, bearing down into her core at a fast pace. Donatello was usually a man to take his time, but at this given moment he wanted nothing more than to reach his climax and to bring (Y/n) to hers.

“Fuck.” he groaned into her neck, his words of ecstasy drowned out by (Y/n)s repeating moans, his little dove singing for him in such a pretty way, but he could not risk her getting any louder. Sitting up Donatello resorted to clamping a hand over her mouth trying to muffle her lewd song. Besides it was only for him to hear, no one else should get such a pleasure as to hear her cry for him. His sudden hand forced her eyes open looking at her boyfriend in a lustful haze earning a smile from the ninja above her. “Shhh~ Bite me if you need to, but you must be at least somewhat quite gorgeous.” He whispered in her ear earning a desperate nod from his partner. With her moans now muffled (Y/n) needing to bite down on her own boyfriend’s hand to prevent her from getting louder, Donnie took that as a chance to pick up the pace and bite her himself. Attacking her neck leaving a path of hickeys and bruises along her sick and bucked into her hard. Both were already amidst the path to their arousal from his earlier teasing but now he was teetering the edge of it. Feeling his cock twitch in her as he raised her hips higher adjusting his position to plunge deeper he moaned in her ear, each lewd sound followed by a heave for air. The change in position allowed him the chance to hit that perfect spot for the already hazed (Y/n), her back arching off the bed and teeth baring down into the flesh of his hand. Donatello was also getting louder, resulting in him biting down into her neck a little harder than he intended, both drawing blood as they struggled to keep their voices down.

With him fucking into her like his life depended on it he found himself not thinking properly, trying desperately to find their climax. So as the sudden hint of blood, her blood touched his tongue he lost all sense of control. Opening his mouth wide to allow his fangs out he buried his teeth back into her. Iron taste of blood coated his mouth, a sharp and short lived twinge of pain shot through (Y/n)’s body, it seemed to be the final push that both needed. (Y/n) walls clenched around him at his base as Donnie gave a few final driving thrust into her before he came. His seed coating her walls as he pulled back from her neck. (Y/n) in her final attempt to remain silent through her own climax bit down as hard as possible on Donnie’s hand drawing her own small amount of blood that too found its way onto her tongue. Both released each other as the purple-clad turtle gave a few final small movements draining himself and her of all the energy they had.

Pulling out of her Donnie had to steady himself a moment still feeling the effects of such a high. He sighed walking away a moment to let (Y/n) try and catch her breath as he went on the search for a cloth suitable enough to clean the two up. Returning, (Y/n) sat up to meet eyes with the turtle as he assisted in cleaning her up. (Y/n) gave an audible small gasp but not at her still sensitive cunt but at the clear bite mark and blood on her lover’s hand. Reaching out she took it in her smaller hands pressing a soft apologetic kiss to his wound. “So am I forgiven?” He asked sweetly joining her on the bed as he discarded the cloth. The exhausted woman gave a soft laugh as she was pulled up close to his chest, cuddling into him she nodded. “I suppose that will do,” (Y/n) said, pressing a final kiss to his lips. Donatello smiled fully willing to accept that answer, ready to collapse into sleep with his lovely dove beside him. 

[white-poppie]

Chaotic Tokyorev  Headcanons

A/N: This is very chaotic so be warned. Who said woman can’t be funny? Kiss my ass :3

(Bonus: Random memes i found)

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Mikey

Manz has severe like severeee indigestion problems. Like all this guy does is eat and sleep?? So he burps so loud. Imagine being in a meeting, complete silence, lots of focus and this midget just goes BURRRPPP.

He is so hecking annoying like bro stop sending Beluga videos at 3AM, poor Draken is trying to sleep.

He once changed Draken’s ringtone to CPR by Cuppcake. They were in a meeting and Draken recieved a call,oh boy, entire of Toman saw Draken’s dArK ImPulSes while the background music kept playing. “I am here to serve you customer service~~”

Draken

Man is too tall to be in Japan lmao, that one time he was walking with Mikey, he miscalculated how much he would need to bend to enter the door way. Ended up bonking his face straight into the wall.

He is barely ever sleep at night, reasons: overthinking, living in a brothel and most importantly, Baji and Mikey who send him random videos that he has to pretend to not find funny. Like that one time Baji sent him a video of Spongebob saying ‘YOAIMO’ on loop.

He is so quiet sometimes you would think there is something wrong. What actually goes in his mind is: ‘What if Baji suddenly shat in his pants again in the middle of a fight?’ or ‘if the earth is round, is it Mikey’s fault?’

Draken:

Me: 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

Baji

is the kind of person who’s only response to any kind of insult is “YoUr MoM.”

Like Mf its not my mom who cried because I had to repeat a school year. 

You : “Baji you look like shit.”  Baji: “jOe MAmA” *insert windshield wiper laugh*  My guy, you aint funny 😐😑

He once went to Ken saying, “Oi do you know Draken?” Draken is like: 😐 brother wut Baji: DRAKEN DEEZ NUTS-

(He ended up face flat on ground that day)

Chifuyu

Best boy 😤

I just knowww he reads soo much smut and weirdass wattpad books. Like the books he reads are so Satire.

the shit is like: marked by the alpha, sold to the mafia boss by my parents, kidnapped by One direction,  BTS are my bullies and I fall in love with them and  the vampire is my mate.

I don’t even need to be told twice. He is a twice stan, no questions asked. e was home alone and was playing some songs while bathing. After he came out a particular song: TT by Twice started playing and boi he couldn’t resist dancing. He wasn’t aware that baji had come home and the door was a little open, Baji saw him dancing with exaggerated steps with only a towel .

In case you wanna see the steps: https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxG_GPqC87wi8QjUpoI4IbwcPmo3flsJpS

Kazutora

He gets anxious so easilyy (he is me, I am him).

Once he was with Chifuyu helping in the ship, stalking one of the crates he by mistake dropped an item on Chifuyu’s leg.

He got confused between saying:  ‘Are you okay?’ and ‘I am sorry’

He ended up yelling at his face, “ARE YOU SORRY?” And Chifuyu is just like: 🙂 tf you high on dood?

He has some...interesting choice of words when it comes to certain things. Like one time Chifuyu and him were watching a movie and he randomly went, “damn, her Tatas are so big.” Chifuyu ended up spilling the cold drink on his tatas due to laughing so much instead.

If bad things happen in your life, don’t blame yourself-

Mitsuya

Okay so we know he is an amazing brother you takes good care of his sisters. But for some reason the rest of toman also expects him to take care of them?

Like that one time when Baji set fire to car when people were still inside and he was forced to apologize to a veryy naked couple in the middle of the road at that time.

Or when when a girl was fixated upon Hakkai and he had to pretend to be his boyfriend to drive her off.

And also at the time when a very sleepy Mikey showed up in the middle of the night asking him for some snacks and everything was finished so he made him have half-cooked rice with peanut butter. 

Hakkai

Pretty Boyyy🥺❤❤ And also fruity icon. Mf have you seen his wallpaper? “Takaa channn”

The Tiktok kid who puts TW on the weirdest of things. Like: TW! : bunny-hats, dirty shoes and sometimes even TW! Asian ppl. My love, you ARE Asian.

He forgets about how huge he is sometimes, so he ends up breaking so many things.

Like that one time Mitsuya dared him to hold a girl’s hand. He did so, she felt comfortable and they started walking, he suddenly lifted his arm up and that poor girl was dangling like a keychain:  🧍‍♀️ 🙋‍♂️. Thank fully her arm didn’t break, but he never held hands with anyone again.

hands and doors aren’t the only things this boy can break

HMMM... lets take a moment and think about Hakkai’s wallpaper :))

Sanzu

All we accept in this house is Sanzu slander :)) 

Sanzu stans be jumping red flags like its olympics all year

Mf got so high once, he started humping a tree...in a kids park.

A parent came upto him and asked, “sir what are you, doing, this is a kids park, please keep that in mind.”

He looked dead in their eye, blinked and said, “Oh, I am sorry, I’ll turn on my kiddie mode.” (2 minutes later)

Sanzu: “WHAT DOES A FOX SAY?” Kids:  Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!!

Also once he said to Bonten Mikey that his hair  looks like that of a karen. Ran and Rindou feared for his life that day.

Unironically says YEET when he throws something.

Has a group chat with Ran and Rindou called The Boyz 🥶🔥⛓

JOJO NO KIMYO NA BOKEN AIZU OIFU HEABWEN

Smiley ( Kawata Nahoya)

This boy right here is a menace to society.

This guy has so much lice in his hair. He never washes it. Souya was once looking at him picking something from his hair and chewing it. Mf was picking out lice and eating it like a hecking monkey. (Bro how did you not get Aids by now?)

He sleep-talks. A lot. Him and Souya were sleeping one day and baby boy started whimpering. Poor Angry thought he was having a bad dream and tried to wake him up. He ended up getting kicked in the face while him yelling “WHAT DA DOG DOIN?”

He once thought that him and Souya should name their attacks like those in MHA and Naruto.  The neighbours were just looking at them yelling while standing 4 feet away from each other like:  🧍‍♂️  and yelling like Naruto and Sasuke “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “ROUNDO HOUSEO KICKKEU!!” ”ONE PUNCHO IN YOUR FACEUU!!” and all this while standing like a statue.

“DIE, YAY, MURDER, YAY” : Master Oogway

Angry (Kawata Souya)

This little gremlin, he is so pretty:(((

He is so respectful that its funny. 

So once he had a s/o. They were all dressed up for him, *wink wonk*. So they are just lying there like draw me like one of your french girls. And bro he opened the door. Stood there staring into their soul for a few seconds, turned around and slammed the door in their face while yelling, “I am sorry I should have knocked!” Ruined the whole mood.

His brother knows everything that happens in his life. Your crush on Mitsuya? Smileys knows. You skipping a class? Smiley knows. The time when Chifuyu tried to subtly fart? Smiley knows. Baji’s crappy “Deez” jokes? Smiley KNOWS.

He just such a cute little and fragile dandelion UwU who can turn Ran into Ranabelle UwU.

Shuji Hanma

As much as I hate this bitch...he is hot in the timeskip only)

You think Hakkai was bad? He makes wholeass overdramatic TikTok povs. Shit is like: “I am your boyfriend and the police is arresting me.” Mf goes  making such weird faces. 

He gets sooo mad when you compare him to Nishinoya from Haikyuu.

He also says “SHEESH’ and lip-bites obnoxiously

Oh did I forget to mention about how he tried to  make that one video of doing the ‘bapsae’ hip thrust? I am talking about this thing. Yeah...dude lost his balance due to bending too much, mf was so AGRESSIVE when I tell you. It wasn’t even hot anymore, looked like he was having an itch. smh

The clip: https://youtube.com/shorts/dX6RTlhW2ZY?feature=share

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Part 21

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 20 🟣 Part 22

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: 18+, not technically smut but there's a BDSM training session involved, D/s dynamic, and a whole lot of feelings.

Word count: 3k

Bingo: Vulnerability (you can find the bingo masterlist here)

A/N: ALRIGHT. I owe one of you a 'congratulations' because you were right! I sincerely hope no one is disappointed (I, for one, love what happens in this chapter — or perhaps rather... what doesn't... Either way, this is how it's gonna be.) This is also my second @henrycavillbingo entry; Vulnerability!

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You carefully snuck into the bathroom when you heard the water turn on. It was pointless, of course, because he’d already heard you, but still.

“Hello, darling,” he greeted you as soon as you set foot in the room, and you muttered some form of a hello back.

“I, eh…” You what? Were you going to come up with some lame excuse? Was that necessary? He’d just shower with vampire-speed if you told him you wanted to take a shower, too… Fuck it. “Can I join you?”

Sherlock looked at you and nodded. “Of course.”

Immediately, you stripped and stepped into the shower, where he pulled you into his arms. With your head on his shoulder and his strong arms around you, everything felt so incredibly alright that you almost forgot why you were there. And that was because despite the fact you were in the shower with him, naked as can be, and despite the passionate kiss he gave you, his hands remained on your waist, or your back, or you hip, but never somewhere else…

“Sherlock, why haven’t we had sex?” you blurted out before you could convince yourself that you didn’t need to have this conversation.

“Because I have no desire to have sex with you,” he replied plainly. His answer made your jaw drop. What did he mean, ‘he didn’t want to’?

“I knew it…” Insecurities took root in your brain — or rather, dug their roots deeper into the fibers of your existence. “You’re not attracted to me.”

“Oh dear,” Sherlock said, shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh, “if ever there was a time to dust off the word ‘balderdash’, now would be it.”

“And that means…” Not everyone was well-versed in nonsensical British expressions… You rolled your eyes.

“Hogwash, poppycock, complete and utter bollocks — pardon my French.” Sherlock smiled at your increasingly confused expression. “Nonsense,” he finally clarified, stroking a bit of your hair off your cheek. “I am romantically attracted to you,” he continued, “and I find you very beautiful. I crave physical intimacy with you… I’ll even admit your body is absolutely gorgeous and I completely understand why anyone would find themselves quite distracted by it.”

“But none of that makes you want to screw me?” you said sarcastically.

“Darling, it’s not just you,” he sighed apologetically. “I am not sexually attracted to anyone.”

Oh. Wait… “So, what? You’re ace?” you asked without giving it much thought.

Sherlock shrugged. “I suppose that might be an applicable term, yes,” he said plainly. “We could, though. You know… If you really wanted to.”

“But you prefer not to?”

“I’m afraid I’m horribly indifferent,” he admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment to his voice.

“Then it’s not happening, Sherlock,” you said, taking his face in your hands and lifting it so you could meet his gaze. A sudden realization struck you. “Are you comfortable with this?” You clarified the comment with a quick gesture at your naked bodies.

“Oh, absolutely, darling,” he chuckled. “I quite enjoy how soft you are.” His hands trailed lightly over your sides, and you sighed as you leaned into him.

“Can we continue this conversation in bed?” you asked, your heart bursting with joy when he agreed.

“You do enjoy kissing me, don’t you?” you asked a while later. “Because if you don’t…”

“Darling, I’m nine centuries old. Do you really think you could make me do something I didn’t want to do?” That made sense…

“I just hate to think I ever made you feel uncomfortable,” you whispered.

“Not in the slightest, my love,” he reassured you. “I’m sorry I made you wait for something that wasn’t going to happen. The others told me repeatedly to talk to you, but I… I was scared.”

You didn’t have to ask what he was scared of; the pain in his eyes said it all.

“Nine centuries of abuse, I’m guessing?”

He let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Especially from Charles,” he sneered. “The Duke of Suffolk really couldn’t keep his hands off women. Not his own and not others’. He’s learned some manners now, but he was horrible about it. I doubt he understands, even now, but he accepts me.” He raised his eyebrows at you, morphing his expression into a painful question. “Do you?”

“I, Sherlock,” you said slowly while snuggling closer to his chest, “love you. Dearly. With all my heart, and soul, and I’d say my body, too, but as we’ve established, that won’t be necessary.”

He laughed — this time, it was a genuine laugh — and pulled you close, dragging your leg over his hips.

“Don’t we need to worry about fluids accidentally getting places?” you asked carefully. There was a reason you were strictly opposed to this position with the others while naked.

“I have no desire to sire offspring,” Sherlock chuckled. “I have been sterile since the early 1940’s.”

“Wha— if you never… then why?”

“Just because I prefer not to, doesn’t mean I have never. And the thought of getting someone pregnant — even, or rather, especially accidentally — makes me break out in hives, darling,” he laughed. That made an awful lot of sense, actually. “Now that we’re on the subject; I couldn’t help but overhear August mention to Walter that you were considering…”

Was he talking birth control with you? He was talking birth control with you! It only took you a moment to decide whether or not you were comfortable with that; you were. You very much were.

“Are you okay with having this conversation with me? I can understand if you’d rather speak to your doctor,” he noted. It wasn’t an accusation, just a professional observation. As professional as ‘naked cuddling’ would allow for, anyway.

“Oh, no. It’s fine, really!” You had just never been in a relationship before where talking so openly about these topics was an option… “I just want something I don’t have to think about once it’s in, but… I was just scared of the pain. Mike suggested that August could come with me…”

“I suggested they… we… split the costs.”

Oh. Wow. You were on the verge of saying it wouldn’t be necessary, but the reality of it was that it would be a big help. Besides; they were getting the benefits of it as well. Why shouldn’t they chip in?

“That would be wonderful,” you said after taking a few deep breaths.

“Did she just agree to that? Just… like that?” August appeared in the room, and you pulled the covers up a little higher — fully expecting a remark on how you weren’t hiding anything he hadn’t seen before. It didn’t come.

“I told you she would likely take it better coming from me,” Sherlock said with a grin on his face. Oh, so they’d been scheming behind your back? That didn’t bother you nearly as much as you knew it should, and about 90% of the reason for that was… well, they were looking at you right now, with their gorgeous blue eyes.

August cleared his throat after staring at you for what should have been an uncomfortably long time; “So, you two finally talked it over, huh? Good. Dinner is ready in about twenty minutes.”

“Why did none of you just tell me?” you yelled at Mike, Walter and August after finding out they all knew about Sherlock’s asexuality.

“Not our story to tell, princess.” August shrugged.

“Besides, wouldn’t you have at least been a little mad that he hadn’t talked to you himself?” Mike added before shoveling way too much rice into his mouth.

“We would have forced the two of you to talk eventually,” Marshall continued, not bothering to remember what he’d no doubt once been taught about speaking with a full mouth. “And sooner rather than later, too. It got really annoying after a while.”

“I’m glad that wasn’t necessary,” Sherlock chuckled. “Subtlety is not a widely available resource in this household.”

“I got into the shower with you and ambushed you with ‘hey, why aren’t you boning me?’” What point you were trying to make, you weren’t entirely sure, either, but at least you made Mike laugh so hard he spit his water across the table.

“I never said you are any better,” Sherlock reminded you. “But I’d still rather avoid the three of them plotting a sensitive conversation.”

“It was quite a nice conversation,” you said with a gentle smile.

“I take it she’s staying with you tonight?” August asked kindly, nodding understandingly when Sherlock confirmed that he would very much appreciate that. “I would very much like to borrow her after dinner, in that case.” August had a habit of talking to you like you weren’t there, and for the strangest reason, that didn’t bother you at all — not even when Sherlock nodded in response.

“As long as I get her back in one piece and… at least relatively clean, please?” Two showers a day wasn’t always an excessive luxury when you regularly got dicked down by three different men.

“There’s a surprise on my bed for you, princess,” August muttered in your ear after dinner was done and he was standing at the sink, scraping food scraps into the garbage disposal. “I’ll join you when I finish up with the dishes. Go.” A gentle pat on your ass sent you on your way.

“He’s got good taste. I took a peek,” Walter broke in when you sifted through the contents of the first of several bags, scanning the French labels and gently letting your fingers trail the delicate fabrics — most of it was lace, and all of it was see-through.

“I don’t give a fuck about good taste,” you grumbled — as far as was possible in your thoughts, “this must have cost a fortune! I can’t accept this!”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” Oh, fuck him and his logic! “Do you think he’d bankrupt himself to make you look pretty?”

“That’s not the point! I—”

“Marshall, that’s enough.” August. Right behind you. You hadn’t even noticed that you’d sunk to your knees in front of the bed, and now August was standing right behind you.

He kneeled behind you and pulled you back against his chest. “Why is my pretty princess feeling so… uncomfortable and insecure?”

“This is too much, August, I—”

“Shh,” he whispered, raising a hand to your mouth to keep you from talking. “I could gag you. And I will, if necessary.” Curse him and the fact that there was no need for him to ask if you would be okay with that, because he could feel the exact way the suggestion turned your insides to mush and made your head spin.

“I decide when and how I spoil you, princess,” he said as he pulled you backwards into his lap, “not you.”

He kissed your neck just below your ear in such a way that it drew a long moan from you.

“Now, you’re going to try these on — I know they’ll fit, so I took off the tags. There’s no returning any of them, so just accept the gift already,” he said before trailing his tongue down your neck. You writhed in his lap, barely able to suppress a chuckle when you felt his erection beneath your ass.

“You like that, don’t you? Knowing I get hard for you?” He rolled his hips against your backside for a moment, before disappearing from underneath you and appearing again on the edge of his bed, leaving you kneeling before him.

“Now that’s a sight for sore eyes,” he said with an impossible smirk that made you want to claw it off his face.

He made you show him every set he’d bought you, each one more beautiful than the last, and you couldn’t help but admit to yourself — and indirectly to him, and Marshall and Mikey — that you’d missed this.

Mike wanted titties, and therefore eliminated everything that stood between him and his goal at his earliest convenience, and it was nice to have a man lust after you in something pretty for a change. Even if that ‘something pretty’ was a few scraps of needlessly expensive lace and some underwire. Something told you Marshall would be more appreciative of these as well. He’d already let you know he thought August had good taste… that meant he’d also like these, right?

“Last one,” August said with a dirty grin when he handed you a tiny black lace contraption that took you some time to even figure out before you could begin to put it on.

“You can’t be serious,” you muttered under your breath as you wrangled straps and cups and other elements into position. And after all that effort, you were still very decidedly mostly fucking naked.

“You don’t like it?” August pouted as he got up from his bed and walked over to where you were standing, staring at yourself in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and rubbed his very obvious bulge against your ass. “It’s my personal favorite.”

“Putting this on is a nightmare, taking it off… you’ll just rip it.” It was a weak protest — you knew it, he knew it. Marshall knew it, even though maybe he wasn’t strictly supposed to. And August was about to point it out, too.

“I don’t have to take it off, princess.” No. He didn’t. The quarter cups left your nipples exposed — maybe even Mike would enjoy this particular number — and the damn thing was ehm… ouvert. Which was — as everyone knew — French for ‘oh, hello, my pussy is on full display in this thing’.

“Now,” he said in a tone that immediately turned your knees to jelly, “Mike told me that you don’t shy away from a good spanking, and I’m in no mood for an attitude — I rarely am, admittedly — so it’s your choice; mouth off tonight, or sit comfortably tomorrow.”

“Hm, I’ll need a moment to consider th—ow!” One sharp, stinging smack against your exposed behind down, undoubtedly countless more to go. Unless you…

“It truly looks very beautiful on you, princess.” And somehow, with those words, he shattered your defenses, your attitude, your will to oppose. “Now, be a good girl and put your arms behind your head for me, and spread your legs a bit.”

He gently guided you into the position he was talking about, then took a step back to look at you. No… admire you. Before correcting around seven things about your posture, of course.

“And drop your shoulders,” he instructed before he finally seemed happy with your stance. “Good girl.”

He circled you, slowly, and you responded by dropping your chin to your chest and staring at the floor while heat crept up your neck in a staggering tempo, paying for your mistake with a swift and hard smack on your ass — and then a second one to the other cheek.

“Head up, princess,” he snapped, appearing in front of you and standing so close he could rest his forehead against yours. “You stay in this position until I tell you otherwise, do you understand? Don’t nod, speak up.”

“Yes, sir.” It slipped out, promise! Nothing about you had had any kind of intention to call him that, you…

“It’s okay, princess. I like it. Are you comfortable with it?” His eyes were kind, his lips curved up slightly in a polite yet loving smile.

“Yes,” you muttered.

“Not a hard requirement, but I do like to hear you say it,” he added, softly stroking your cheek. “You can lower your arms, princess.”

You did as he told you, keeping your legs a little further than shoulder width apart.

“Why the, eh… position?” you asked carefully, afraid of what the answer could be.

“I enjoy looking at you,” he replied. “Consider it an inspection, of sorts, although I promise you I have no intent to degrade you — much.” A smile rugged at the corners of his mouth.

“What?” Your voice was little more than a whisper.

“Don’t try to tell me you’re not dying for someone to actually call you their… hm… what did I overhear back then?” Oh no… what had he overheard? “Perfect little cockslut?” Oh. Oh. August let out a harsh chuckle.

“I…” Yeah, you what? He was right, for fuck’s sake! “I suppose as long as you make it sound like a compliment, I’ll take it as one.”

He laughed, and gently pulled you into his side. “There’s one more thing I want to show you tonight, is that okay?”

You nodded and quietly followed along when he guided you towards the wall, which he had you face.

“Now, princess,” he said softly. “I want you to bend over. Hands or forearms on the wall, please. Feet a little further apart… good girl.”

The praise sent shivers down your spine, and you leaned eagerly into August’s touch as he ran a hand down your behind.

“This is the position that will be used for punishment,” he said with a hint of a smile to his voice. “Which is why I’m showing it to you now. I have a feeling we’ll need it quite a lot.”

“You’re really all chains and whips and safewords, aren’t you?” The question was out before you even realized you’d opened your mouth.

“We all have our own ways of dealing with centuries of sexual repression,” he answered. He was only half-joking.

“August…”

“It’s alright, princess,” he chuckled. “I simply enjoy inflicting pleasure. Come here…” He let himself fall on his bed, and you left your position by the wall to gladly snuggle into his side.

“August,” you whispered, this time so softly you hoped it wouldn’t leave this room. If there was anyone in the house with the knowledge and expertise…

“Yes, princess? It’s alright, at this volume he won’t hear you.”

“Is there any way to tie a vampire up without breaking furniture or…” You couldn’t look him in the eye while you said it, and you agitatedly shushed August’s uncontrolled laughter that followed your question.

“Is Mike in trouble?” he asked quietly. You noticed a mischievous twinkle in his eyes when you finally met his gaze.

“Is Mike ever not in trouble?”

[j-nope-not-today]

Can You Do A Vampire Donnie x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A Lemon For It Too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 142. “Bite me.” 5. “MINE.” with 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” and Turning into a vampire

First time

A/n: I didn't do the vampire part bc I couldn't make it make sense..if that makes sense, but I hope you like it. I'm not good at smut so I'm sorry if it sucks. Thanks for requesting!

Also minors don't read.

I was so excited! Finally me and Donnie could have the place to ourselves.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey had all agreed to hang out with April for the night and she had convinced Splinter to come with. Which was shocking that he had agreed. Which meant I could have alone time with Donnie.

Which meant we could do alone time things..

But I was nervous. We had talked about it and decided when we could be alone we would..do it. Which was a big step and it was definitely nerve wracking.

So I put on the nicest set of lingerie I had and put on my cutest clothes. Today was the day and honestly I was just excited to see Donnie.

I arrived at the lair shortly after everyone else had left and I knew I would find Donnie working in his lab and that I did.

There he was tinkering with some weird machine he was building and I cleared my throat. Stepping into the room and over to where he was.

"Hey! You got here sooner than I thought you would?" He set down his tools and wiped off his hands.

Turning to look at him I smiled

"Yeah I was really excited to see you.."

"So do you want to uh watch a movie first or.."

"Donnie we don't have to rush into it. We can watch a movie first."

"Okay! Follow me." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room. Softly shutting the door behind him.

"M'Lady." He motioned to his bed and I laughed before making myself comfortable amongst the cushions.

He sat next to me and pulled out his phone. We settled on watching Jurassic Park and I could tell he was nervous the entire movie, but I was too.

Once the movie wrapped up I looked over at Donnie and smiled at him.

Reaching up and turning his face to mine.

"Just relax Donnie." I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and he smiled down at me.

Brushing his hand over my shoulder. I climbed over him off the bed and slowly stripped off each article of clothing watching as Donnie stared at him hungrily and shifted on the mattress before climbing back onto the bed.

"Wow you look.. beautiful."

"Your turn." I giggled motioning to his still clothed form.

"right uh yeah." Donnie stood and hurriedly stripped the clothing from his body until he was as bare as me

As my eyes danced along his naked figure I felt my core clench at the sight. He was much bigger than I had imagined. His words tore me from my thoughts.

"Lay back and let me take care of you." Donnie mumbled before climbing onto the bed and leaning over me as I laid back against the sheets.

He began to place soft kisses all over my face before trailing them down my neck to my shoulder leaving small bites along the way. Eliciting quiet moans from my lips.

I felt his finger trail downwards and I felt his hesitation to continue.

"Don't hold back Donnie.." I mumbled and his fingers continued their downward dance.

Before he trailed a finger along my slit and over my sensitive nub. My body jolted slightly before he began to work a finger into my entrance.

I moaned softly at the feeling of his finger stretching me and Donnie continued his ministrations all while placing slow kisses all over my neck and breasts. Kneading and pulling at them.

Donnie slowly slid another finger in with the first and I felt a coil begin to form in my stomach.

Donnie moved his fingers quicker at the sounds leaving my lips and finally the coil snapped and I convulsed against him. The only sound heard throughout the room was my quick breathing and the soft wet sounds of Donnie slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean all whilst staring at me and I gulped at the sight. Leaning up and kissing him humming at the taste of me on his lips.

Before pulling away and laying down against the sheets. Looking up at Donnie I took a deep breathe

"Well aren't you gonna finish what you started?"

Donnie let out a small chuckle before lining himself up to my entrance. Slowly pushing in and I moaned at the feeling. Once he bottomed out he paused for a moment and let me adjust. Placing soft kisses on my face to distract me.

"Okay..you can move."

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in and we both moaned at the feeling before he did it again. Slowly picking up the pace. I felt that familiar feeling in my stomach again.

"Donnie.." I whined out.

"Y/n..I-I don't think I can last much longer." He let out another moan and gripped onto his arms tighter.

After a few more harsh thrusts I came undone and Donnie let out a cry and I felt his warm seed fill me up. Slowly he pulled out and placed a kiss onto my lips. Climbing off of me and I listened to him fumble around his dresser.

I winced at the wet cloth on me and Donnie placed gentle kisses on my knee.

"Sorry.." He mumbled before I watched him toss it in the trash and he laid next to me.

Wrapping me in his arms.

"How was it?" I looked up at him and laughed

"It was great Donnie." He smiled and lifted his covers over the both of us.

"Get some rest. I'll wake you in a little bit." He pulled me into him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Okay.." I yawned and my eyes drifted shut.