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meorb · 7 months
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ooo you wanna write about johnny cage sooooo badly please please please THERE SO LITTLE STUFF ON THIS FORSAKEN PLACE FOR THIS MAN I WILL TAKE ANYTHING PUT THIS MAN THROUGH HELL IF YOU WANT 😭
BAHAHAHAH DUDE I GET IT, THE DESPERATION IS REAL
Have some headcannons 😸 (smut+sfw ones hehe) i hope you like 🫶
• He spoils people. Not everyone he meets, but if you're a decent friend expect something new everytime you see him. If you're dating him, expect lots of gifts for the stupidest shit ever.
"Johnny...what is this?" There's an entire new outfit laying for you on your bed, and he's just grinning and peppering kisses to your neck as he hugs you from behind.
"Happy Thursday." He giggles, watching you with puppy eyes to see if you like what he got for you. You like it, obviously, you love it, but why?? It's just a Thursday??
• under the ear kisses all of the time
• cooks almost everyday, either wakes you up with breakfast or you come home from work just as dinner's being finished. (LOVE ME A MAN WHO COOKS)
• won't full on cry but will totally shed a tear when he cums inside
• actually making love (taking it slow and being gentle and kissing each other the entire time) > having shitty, quick sex
• PLEASE cut this man's nails. They're always super long and he always complains when they break or when he accidentally scratches you too hard.
• runs into things all of the time. Going around a corner? Hitting his head against the wall. Going through a doorway? Hitting half his body against it.
• movie night is almost every night. And honestly, it's never one of his movies unless you ask for it to be.
• secret romcom lover + Adam Sandler fan
• hates the beach. Likes being in the water but hates getting sand in his asscrack
• drools in his sleep
• screams if there's a spider. Specifically if it's small. Those little fuckers are fast and he never stopped believing they lay eggs in your ears.
• strained grunts + shaky breaths
• oral fixation to the max. Won't shut up about something when you have a headache or are stressed? Undo your zipper and he's immediately sucking on something. Hell, just stick two fingers out and he gets the hint.
• not the highest stamina in the world, can last about 3 rounds but always cums before you do.
• meat lovers pizza enjoyer
• type of guy to say "wow!" When you get naked.
• will almost never let you shower without him. Will even wait until you're halfway through so he can sneak in behind you and wrap his arms around your body.
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moralityfangame · 7 years
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Meorb - Normal - Tiny Ball Pokémon
This lazy Pokémon prefers to sleep all day in sunbeams; as the sunbeam moves across the floor it rolls to follow it. Its lazy and friendly nature makes it an ideal first Pokémon for young children.
Meorb - Sun Stone - Coronorb
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meorb · 7 months
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EEEEE I LOVE THIS SM
I JS WANTED TO SAY HI AND REQUEST OF A LITTLR HEADCANON OF A MUTE M!READER WITH GRAVES OR GHOST PLS
🥺🙏
ALSO THAT GRAVES POST GOT ME KNEELING
AUGH THANK YOU SM 🫶🫶 some of these are just general head cannons but I thought I'd add them anyways :)
Ghost:
Knows a little bit of BSL and a bit of ASL from Roach, so when you show up and greet him, he immediately knows and tries his best with the basics
Likes the quiet, so it makes it a lot easier to worm your way into his heart
When he confesses, he does it in fluent sign language so that you know he's trying for you
Pretty good at reading facial expressions, so most of the time he already knows how you feel
Sometimes when you're around strangers that he doesn't want to be around he just grumbles and says "my boyfriend said no." While you try to hold back a chuckle
Staring contest enthusiast
Graves:
I'll be honest, unless you bring a notebook the first time you meet him, this guy has absolutely no clue what the fuck is going on
He's asking you things and doesn't know a lick of sign language, so he's just staring at blankly you as you try and communicate
Once he actually starts getting feelings for you, though, he'll start to learn at least the basics of sign language so he can try and impress you
Takes you out all of the time and the waiters always gives him dirty looks because he orders his food and then the waiter turns to you and he's just like "He'll have the __"
Buys you a notebook to write in, a real fancy one because he thinks that fancy things will absolutely impress you
Just overall tries to impress you all of the time, cheers and lifts you up if he gives you something and you give him your little thumbs up
Will introduce you to literally anyone possible and if they don't know sign language he'll be like "haha I understand him and you don't"
Cocky bastard
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meorb · 7 months
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Guys forewarning I have an absolute obsession with Valeria Garza also this is super sloppy sooo my bad if it sucks
Warnings: Nsfw, toxic relationship, cheating, dependence, worship, situationship sort of?? Idk I don't think anything else.
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It was still morning. The sun has barely risen and the soft glow of the sunrise is casting through the windows onto the prettiest woman in the world, who's pulling her shirt over her freshly clasped bra. You wished she would stay a bit longer. That she wouldn't leave every morning and come back in the middle of the night, naked and standing over you, trying to let out steam. But you didn't have a say in that. It didn't matter who you were, you couldn't tell Valeria what to do. She was in control of everything in Las Almas, even the police. She could feel you staring at her back, could practically taste the ache in your body and the self restraint as to not grab her and force her to stay with you for just a bit longer, to keep her close and pretend like you weren't just the toy she came back to at night. She was bad for you, but you were whipped for her. She could say anything to you and you would come crawling back to her the moment she snapped her fingers, like a well trained dog. Sure, she never outwardly said anything too rude to you, and you had only caught her in bed with two other guys, so even if it wasn't official, you two were practically dating. You lift your hand slightly off of the bed, wanting to reach out to her, to touch her skin, but you hesitated and sat your hand back down as she turned to you.
"You're up early." No you weren't. For the past year you've been waking up right before she did just so you could stare at her a little before she left.
"I wanted to see you." Not a lie, but still a brave thing to say. If she hasn't noticed for the past year, why would she care today? She lets out a low hum and sits on the bed, facing away from you, and there's some glimmer of hope that she'll lay in your arms and her body would be less stiff, as if she was human instead of some ruthless cartel leader. You reach out again, your hand lightly resting against her waist, but she doesn't react. She just continues putting her boots on, seemingly ignoring you. It wasn't your turn to have her. You were just her stress relief, something she could fuck and hold at night and nothing else. More of a pet than a lover. "You should stay a bit longer," you murmured, and she turned to look at you, her gaze not nearly as soft as yours. You were curled in the sheets, the sunlight and silk making you look like a god. But she was God. Even as she squinted from the sunlight and gave you a grimace, you felt like God herself had given you the only blessing you would ever ask for.
"I have a meeting." It was no surprise, she had meetings everyday, from what she said. Sometimes you thought she was running away from you. That maybe she regretted that she was, by all means, running back to you as much as you did her. Even after she "cheated", she would still end up sleeping with you tucked into the bed beside her. Sure, she didn't care how you felt, but that wasn't even close to meaning that she didn't need you. She wouldn't have kept you around this long if she didn't. You sighed and slipped your hand off of her waist, slipping back into the safety of her silk sheets.
"Can't you postpone? Just this once?" You were starting to agitate her. You were just as needy as she was, maybe even less, but you were the only one vocal about it. She couldn't stand it. She didn't want you to be soft, she didn't want you to have feelings. She didn't want to feel bad when she left you in the dust.
"No," she said flatly. The dull ache in your chest worsened, and you gave a small sigh, then nodded slightly. Right. You weren't even close to being the most important thing in her life. You were only higher than the dirt she stepped on. You flipped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. The fan needed dusted, maybe you could clean while she was gone, make some use of yourself besides your tongue and your cock.
"You know, you wouldn't have to worry about meetings and leaving so early if you-" She cut you off with a dry laugh, rolling her eyes. You couldn't see her doing it, but you could just tell. You had been more adamant recently about having her move with you, so that you could go somewhere nice and have an actual relationship. She didn't want that. She wanted her cartel.
"Dios mío, we aren't moving," she grumbled, turning to you with a sour expression. You were trying to make her soft. You were trying to widdle her down to be dependent so you could take power, weren't you? She takes a deep breath, then sighs. "Now shut up about it." Her tone is sharp, commanding, and you know it isn't a request. She's telling you to shut up, and you best follow. So you do. You stay silent, holding in your frustration as you stare up at the ceiling, wishing and praying that something would convince her. You were praying to her. You were praying for her. She left the room silently, not even bothering to say goodbye. You turned around and fell back asleep.
You were in the bathroom brushing your teeth when she finally came back, earlier than always. She had a small grin on her face as she snuck up behind you, predatory as always, but with a tinge of something different this time. She lifted your shirt, running her fingers over your stomach and looking at you through the mirror as you put the toothpaste on your toothbrush. She slipped it out of your hand, sitting it down on the countertop of the sink.
"I postponed a meeting so I could come back earlier." all it took was that sentence and every ounce of frustration you had with her slipped out of the window to never be seen again. You flushed, and turned around, looking down at her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Thank you," you said, cupping her cheek with your soft hand. She smiled slightly more, seeming more genuine this time. What happened that made her like this? It was worrying in a way, she was never this soft towards you. Maybe she had seen something today. Maybe she was drunk. Her hands were slowly slipping down from your stomach, running over the waistband of your boxers to lightly rub the inside of your thigh. She dragged you to her bed, slipping under you on the sheets and looking up at you, smiling more than you had ever seen her smile. "I love you." You knew she wouldn't say it back. She never did. She thought it made her weak.
"You look so pretty on me." Her voice was low, and she wrapped her hands around your neck, feeling you prod against her thigh. She giggles, clearly on something, and pulls your boxers down, then pulls her pants and panties down, her slick shining in the light. You let out a low whine as she wrapped her warm hand around your cock, hissing as you immediately feel the warmth of her greedy pussy sucking your tip in.
"F-fuck, Val. Shouldn't we do prep first? I-I mean, I know you love me eating you out-" You weren't sure you would last long if she toke you raw. And that would be...more than embarrassing. Despite your protest, she only tugged on your cock, which you gratefully followed, your cock filling her so pleasantly with a squelch and a moan as you closed your eyes, feeling her warm cunt encapsulate you, a long with the drip of cum down your thigh. What the fuck? You look down, panting as your gaze meets with her freshly shaven pussy, then the cum leaking out of her cunt. "A-are you fucking serious?" You say, trying to hold back tears and pull out, but she only wrapped his legs around you to keep your tip pressing against her cervix.
"C'mon...good boy, fuck me right." She grins, and you try and pull away, but she only manhandles you onto your back, her ass and leaky cunt flush against your thighs and stomach.
"Val, I trusted you. I thought you wouldnt-" you let out a load gasp of pleasure as she pulls off, then slams back down onto your cock, her soaked cunt squelching with each new bounce of her hips. Technically she never said she wouldn't ever cheat again, she hadn't even said they were officially dating. She only ignored you, desperately rutting against you and smearing another man's cum onto your thighs, your hands shaking and your mouth open as gasps and moans fall from your lips. You felt so close already, and by the way she was getting sloppier, you could tell she was, too.
"So goddamn big...filling me so full." It was like you had snapped again, and you abruptly grab her hips and keep her pulled down on your cock, spilling thick ropes of cum into her and arching your back as you felt the pressure against your stomach of her squirting from your dick. It was so wonderful you honestly thought you would still be hard when she pulled off. You had never came in her like that. You hoped she didn't have birth control. There was a sick part of you that was hoping she would get pregnant with your baby. That way you could force her to stay and just accept that you loved her and that she would have to be loved. But you couldn't do that to her. You felt her pull off and roll onto the bed beside you, wrapping a leg around you and holding you close, her still soaked pussy flat against your side.
"Mine," she murmured.
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meorb · 7 months
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I think too much y'all...so have this really quick smoke thing hehe ☺️🫶
FTM!Tomas Vrbada/Smoke Headcannons (mostly smut)
• his absolute favorite position is a mating press, he loves how full you make him feel and how he can watch your every move.
•definitely likes being tied up, not hardcore bondage or anything but tie his hands behind his back while you bury yourself in his pussy.
• prefers receiving over giving when it comes to head, isn't opposed to choking on your cock (because he will be choking on it) but much prefers being eaten out.
• THIGH RIDER. he loves when you're tired and he's just so pent up and frustrated that he just humps your thigh, bare naked while you're still fully dressed.
• humps everything. Nothing is safe. Getting undressed from work? He's perched on your boot, cleanly shaven pussy polishing the leather. Eating dinner? Well, he wants to feed you, and, I mean, while he's at it, why not hump your tummy for a bit? Feeling clingy but you aren't paying attention? Comes up behind you and shamelessly rubs against your ass.
• Won't outright ask for sex (he's shy when it comes to you), but will sit on the bed and spread his legs to show off how wet he is so that you'll come fuck him
• masturbates beside you and expects you not to touch him but will whine until you let him ride you if he catches you jerking off.
• literal whore for being called puppy, will whine and whimper against your neck as you fuck him and tell him he's being a good puppy
• really big sweet tooth
• hums a lot and never realizes it
• also stares a lot a never notices
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meorb · 7 months
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HIII i found u through the graves tag>:) can i get some graves x gender neutral reader nsfw. go crazy you choose whatever whether it's dark or not!!
I literally love Phillip Graves ugh 🫶 it's kinda short, but I hope you like it!
Warnings: NSFW obviously, gender neutral character being (implied) forced into a housewife role, Phillip Graves is not a sex god, dont sex him, he ignores protests but no one seems to care 👍
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You were never really a marriage person. You went to weddings you were invited to and you liked the posts you saw of friend's weddings, but you never pictured one yourself. But now sat that pretty little band on your left ring finger, a dull ache filling you as you looked at it. If you knew he was going to propose so quick, you would have ran.
The scent of food and lemon soap filled the house as you stood over the counter, humming as you wiped and dried the marble. It was your place, after all. Phil worked, managed an entire company, and you got to stay home and cook. Not that you really had a problem with that, you hadn't even gone to college, so this life would've been way more comfortable than what you could've lived without him. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice Phil coming in the front door. You let out a yelp as his hands fell on your waist, and he instinctively covered your mouth, letting out a breath into your neck as he slowly pulled his hand off your mouth.
"Fuck, Phil..." He lets out a whine onto your skin in response, pressing a soft kiss to your neck and slipping his hand under your shirt to rub his fingers over your skin.
"Something as cute as you shouldn't be saying things like that," he murmured, letting out a low growl and lifting you up, laying you face down on the counter. He plays with your waistband, pulling it down partially until you looked back to stop him.
"Not now. Dinner will be done soon." He always wanted you at the worst times, and he wasn't seeming to care about your protest as he pulled your pants the rest of the way down your thighs, a cold finger pressing against your hole and pushing against it, making you let out a small whine.
"You know who's in control here, darlin'..." His lips were warm against your neck, contrasting to the cold finger slowly pressing farther into you, making you flush and press more against the counter. He pulled your shirt up with his free hand, pressing messy kisses to your spine.
"Pretty little thing..." he murmured against your skin, slipping another finger in you, and when you try and struggle again to get back to cooking, he curls his fingers, making you scrape your nails against the counter as he pressed against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, putting one hand over your mouth, which he abruptly pulled away.
"Fuck, Phil!" You groan, feeling him pull his fingers out of you and unzip his pants, the sound of his zipper being the only warning before his sticky tip rubbed against your hole, teasing you even though his wet kisses on your back clearly meant he was the desperate one.
"I love you. You know that, right? You know I'm never gonna let anyone touch you except for me. You're mine. My pretty little cook," his voice is low and scratchy, and he groans, no, moans, as he pushes into you, his hard cock scraping against your insides as he pulls back and lurches forward, your body hitting against the hard countertop. It hurt, but he didn't care. You were his to take. It's what you agreed to when you married him. Even if you had only been married for a couple weeks. He quickly starts to desperately rut against you, pants and grunts spilling lewdly from his mouth, the sound mixing with yours as you whimper from the pain of the counter and the filling feeling of his cock in you. The familiar building feeling in your stomach continues, even after the oven beeps to signal the food is done. His thrusts get sloppy and desperate, and he moans lowly as he feels you clench down on him.
"Fuck... c'mon baby, c'mon baby," his tone is high and quiet, his hips desperate as he kisses your spine, then bites down on the flesh, filling you as he cums and holds you on his cock for a second, then pulls out. He puts his cock away, completely oblivious or otherwise indifferent to the fact he had just stopped right before you finished. He pulls you off of the counter and sits you on your shaky legs, sniffing the air and grumbling at the new, burnt smell coming from the oven. He peeks into the oven, your pants still down around your thighs as he turns to you.
"You should probably remake that," he mumbles, looking at the burnt bread in the oven. Of course you should. It was your place. That's what you agreed to when you put that pretty little band on, huh? :)
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meorb · 7 months
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Welcome! I'm Brian, or Meorb, I write things! 🫶
Requests are open unless stated otherwise
I don't do a whole lot of fluff, and angst is occasional
I try and respond as fast as I can, which is pretty often
THIS WILL BE UPDATED A LOOOOOOT
I am always open to asks about literally anything. Send me a picture of your dog. Tell me about the weather where you live. Send me little doodles you draw or drabbles you make. Anything
Things I wont write:
Scat
Pedophila
Vomit
Animals
Incest
Woundfucking
Fetishization of transgender, queer, disabled, and mentally ill people
F!reader (I'm a trans guy and I don't like it)
Genderbent characters. I'll do a trans man or cis man version of a character, but the character stays a man (ex. I won't write for trans man Valeria Garza but I would write for trans woman Valeria)
Things I will write:
Nsfw
Animal hybrids! (I love writing hybrids you guys)
Trans characters!
Piss (I'm iffy)
Age gaps unless it's uncomfortably large
dubcon (still displayed as wanted, but no explicit consent)
Gore (to the best of my abilities)
Trans ftm, gender neutral, and male reader
Kidnapping/obsession (the latter better than the former)
Stalking (minorly)
a/b/o (though I don't know a whole lot)
Monsters...
I 💥 LOVE 💥 DOING 💥 AU'S💥
Don't be afraid to ask if I write other things! I have very flexible morals!
Characters/fandoms I write for:
Call of Duty
Any of 141
Rudy+Alejandro
VALERIA.
König
PHILLIP. GRAVES.
Ask for other characters!
Mortal Kombat 1 (2023) (iffy about this one ngl)
Johnny Cage
Reptile
Tomas Vrbada (I AM HIS BIGGEST FAN)
Scorpion
Sub zero (although I'm not his biggest fan😔)
Raiden
Kenshi Takahashi
Others
Supernatural
Uhhh any of them but I only just finished season five
Ask for other fandoms!
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meorb · 7 months
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masculine urge to eat an entire pack of bacon
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moralityfangame · 7 years
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Coronorb - Normal - Sun Orb Pokémon
Its halo never stops softly glowing, making it a perfect nightlight for children scared of the dark. Its markings match its sunny disposition; it’s very friendly and loves to be rolled around.
Meorb - Sun Stone - Coronorb
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