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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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hi hii❕️❕️just recebtly started reading your work and I am OBSESSED with Dorik (yknow the demon that reader's friends and them summoned and basically caused their immediate death)

Would you please do a part 2❔️

maybe one where Dorik and the reader settle down in the reader's home❔️ (what if they sleep in the same bed and Dorik curls onto them like a cat❔️Or would he hug the reader close to him❔️、waah❕️so many options❕️)

thank you and have a good day❕️❕️💘

Demon x GN Reader pt. 2

CW: smut, somnophilia, stalker/creep behaviour, dub-con

🔥 Dorik's been with you for about a month since your little meeting. You tried your hardest to get him to leave, rituals you looked up online, holy water, rosaries, salt, everything! He finds a way to worm back into your life.

🔥 Any attempts at kicking him out of your house was met with him waiting outside your windows or doors banging and scratching to be let back inside. "What a funny prank master! You really fooled me! I won't be so gullible next time!" He'd say with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

🔥 You gave up on trying to get rid of him and accepted that you're stuck with this clingy mess of a demon.

🔥 He calls himself your loyal servant so you supposed it wouldn't hurt to have a little help around the house, considering how busy you've been, you don't have much time to clean up your house.

🔥 He was more than happy to help out! Doing the laundry, cleaning, cooking. "Anything to make my master happy!"

🔥 In return however, he's wants nothing more than your unwavering attention. Even just a light pat on the head or a fleeting compliment sent him over the moon. His tail swishing around frantically as he giggled to himself how good he's been for his master. "Master is pleased with my work! I did good today!"

🔥 Dorik doesn't need to sleep, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to! He'd ask time and time again if he'd be allowed to sleep with you in your bed, maybe even watch you? It's for protection! What if someone tries to hurt you when you're at your most vulnerable! He will not have it!

🔥 Eventually you relented, patting the side of your bed for him to lie down in, he wasted no time to make a mess of your bed, rolling around in your soft sheets and making somewhat of a nest for the two of you. It's fine though, you could ask him to fix it in the morning.

🔥 He'd pull you into a warm cuddle, wrapping his arms around you as if you were a soft teddy bear. "Master feels so soft, soft and cuddly!"

🔥 No matter how much you try to wriggle out of his grasp, he was too strong. He'd only giggle and bury his face in your hair as you squirmed under him.

🔥 If you'd wake up in the middle of the night, you'd be met with either soft purring from Dorik or his black eyes staring at you without blinking.

🔥 Surprisingly, he's a great cook. It took a while for you to trust his cooking as you wouldn't know if he poisoned it or not, but after you started to trust him, you never had to worry about buying food for yourself.

🔥 The weather grew a bit cold, and you started worrying about Dorik only having pants and nothing else, so you offered him one of your sweaters to keep him warm. He dropped the broom he was holding and took the soft clothing from your hands and stared at it.

🔥 Suddenly his eyes started watering. You placed a hand on his shoulder and asked if he was ok. He nodded and pulled you into a tight hug. He sobbed tears of joy onto your shirt, it was unusually warm.

🔥 "Master has never given me a gift before! I shall cherish it forever!"

🔥 He wears it all the time now, bringing the soft fabric to his face once in a while happily.

🔥 Dorik is a bit clueless when it comes to modern culture, he was so surprised when you opened your tv for the first time. "How is this painting moving? You must be a powerful witch if you can make such wonderful magic!"

🔥 You'd bring him to certain places if it had a large number of cosplayers, then he wouldn't be in any danger of getting caught.

nsfw under the cut !!

🔥 He's a bit of a creep too, whenever you're out and he can't follow because you're at college or work, he'd be busy sniffing and drooling over your clothes. He'd take in your sweet scent like a drug, his eyes half-lidded as he grips onto your underwear. he can feel his cock twitch with every intake of your musk.

🔥 The more time he spent with you, the more his admiration and loyalty morphed into something more than that of a servant.

🔥 He started daydreaming about you when you weren't there, fantasizing of him kissing you, burying his cock in you, making you his, covering you with his marks to show how much he loves you.

🔥 He can't help himself! You were just so nice to him, even when he's supposed to serve you, you'd offer him food you'd bring home, you let him sleep with you, you gave him one of your clothes! That must mean you love him back!

🔥 You had a very long shift that day and you came back a little later than expected. You unlocked the door and saw Dorik already smiling widely at you, pulling you into a hug. "Master! You're finally home! I've already run you a bath!"

🔥 You thank him and put down your bags, taking off your coat and shows as you headed to the bathroom.

🔥 Dorik waited from behind the door and could only imagine what you'd look like bare, nothing on but perhaps your undergarments, the ones he's smelled time and time again.

🔥 He scrambled to get out of the way of the door as he heard it unlock and you came out with a towel on. He blushed at your bare shoulders as you disappeared again into the bedroom. He could feel his pants getting tighter as he thought of the two of you in your little nest, fucking and loving on eachother.

🔥 The lock clicked open again and you opened the door to let him in. His eyes widened as he saw what you were wearing, a loose, baggy shirt which revealed one of your shoulders and tight shorts that left little to the imagination. He happily rushes to your side as you sleepily lie down in the mess of blankets and pillows.

🔥 "No reading this time Master?"

🔥 "Yeah...I'm a bit tired, we can read more Dante's Inferno tomorrow..." You yawn as you nuzzle into your blankets.

🔥 The room was dim, and the air was filled with your scent. He couldn't help but feel a romantic atmosphere as you drifted off the sleep.

🔥 His eyes wandered all over your body then suddenly stopped at your ass, he moved a bit closer, rubbing your side, then travelling a bit lower until you started stirring, now lying on your back, your legs now opened. Dorik felt like his head was spinning as he carefully pulled your shorts and underwear down, revealing your sex.

🔥 He licked his lips as he lowered himself to your crotch, his long tongue beginning to lick a stripe up your genatalia.

🔥 You moaned in you sleep as he went deeper, his mouth and tongue how engulfing your sex, exploring every part of your privates with his wet organ.

🔥 Before you could cum, he pulled himself off of you and positioned his hard cock to your entrance.

🔥 He placed his forehead to yours as his dick slowly and carefully slid inside of you, your walls hugging his prick so nicely, he had to stop himself from crying out in pleasure.

🔥 His hips thrust slowly into you before getting faster and more desperate. He held you head next to his chest as he took in the scent of your aroused state.

🔥 Suddenly you wake up to the sensation of Dorik's cock ramming into you as he held you close, you thought it was just a wet dream you were having but the pleasure you were feeling felt very much like reality.

🔥 "D-Dorik!" You moaned, he pulls back a bit to look at you with hearts as his pupils and slurs lovingly; "I'm so sorry master! But you were so cute in bed! So soft, so warm, so good!" he groans as his thrusts get faster.

🔥 You cling onto him, moaning into his ear to go faster, how good it felt, how good he was, all the praise brought him over the edge and he released his load into you, kissing you passionately with his long tongue.

🔥 He pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you and he smiles, falling onto your chest.

🔥 He rolls onto his side and pulls you with him, now cuddling you in bed and massaging your thighs and back.

🔥 "You were amazing master!...So good..." He mutters, clearly drunk from the sex you two shared.

🔥 You giggled and nuzzle into his embrace.

🔥 You suddenly felt the cock in your hole harden once again.

🔥 "Are you ready for round two master?" he looks at you with a smile.

yes i forgot his tattoos shush i was tired

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brittle-doughie · 3 months

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so yknow how elder fairy begged white lily to stay? imagine him doing the same for y/n cookie but to a more extreme level- just him begging them to be his queen/king

Reason to Stay (Elder Faerie Cookie)

“Y/N Cookie.”

When you heard his voice, you stopped dead in your tracks, your foot just about to step into the forest.

“Are you…leaving our kingdom?”

You balled your hands into fists, breathing in and out sharply. You turned to him, you can practically feel the sense of sorrow and confusion in his eyes.

You answered his question with a nod of your head. You wanted to be far away from here, to protect the faeries. Protect Silverbell Cookie. Protect Mercury Cookie.

Protect him.

“I..was not expecting your departure to be so soon. Or at all for that matter. Is this from your fear of…them?”

He was spot on. If your old friends ended up turning to darkness, who’s to say you won’t end up like them? You wished to leave from here, your days as the Virtue of Compassion was over. You refuse to let your power consume you and bring harm to everyone you hold dear.

He grabbed your hand before you could even turn around. You asked for him to let you go, you didn’t want to hurt him if the worst happened...

Elder Faerie opened his wings as they wrapped around you both, it brought a sense of intimacy as you looked at him,

“You won’t hurt me, your love for other cookies and for all of Earthbread is strong. It is not the curse you believe it is. It’s something special, a blessing that you bring to others. The Silver Kingdom needs you. I…need you.”

Elder Faerie Cookie?

“Let me be selfish this time with this one request I ask of you. Please know that with this, you won’t have to bear the weight of your responsibility alone.”

He had pulled out a small gift and opened it right in front of you.

“That you…could become this kingdom’s future…”

It was a golden ring adorned with leaves and petals, a piece of Moonstone situated at the top.

“In truth, I had wanted a king/queen by my side all this time. No cookie has ever made feel the you have. You’re everything I could have ever wanted and much more. I want you to be by my side for all of eternity. So please…will you be my one and only king/queen for me? Now and forever?”

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom #elder faerie cookie #elder faerie cookie x reader

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crimsonbubble · 5 months

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bubbly i need.... ... i need more bratty reader x johnny cage or i fear .. i fear i may die... please help me bubbly please help me

cw. nsfw, bratty afab!reader, a bit of crybaby!reader, overstimulation, fingering, oral *not proofread, just pure horny

I GOTCHU BABY [listen... things happened and it led to this so bear with it]

You stared at your phone with empty emotions as his name flashed over it, staring at it as you watched it to go voicemail. He called twice more before they ultimately stopped for the night. You shrugged it off, tossing your phone down on the coffee table as you got comfy with a movie.

Johnny came home not too much later, heaving a heavy sigh as he closed the front door. You barely paid him any mind, a mere glance from the corner of your eye and a quiet hum. "Baby? Yknow I tried calling, why didn't you answer?" Johnny sounded as tired as he looked, his eyes squinting at the bright lights in the mansion.

"Didn't want to." Your reply had him furrowing his brows, standing beside your now sitting form. "Oh, so you don't want my attention anymore? You wanna stop being my attention whore?" A shadow of a smirk played at his lips, recognizing the subtle changes in your demeanor as he uttered his words.

Johnny stood in front of you, gently lifting your head to his. "You don't want that anymore?" You pushed his hand away from you, "No, I don't." Johnny just smiled, grabbing his stuff and making his way up to the bedroom. His sudden quietness left you on edge. You called out to him but he didn't budge, he simply continued what he was doing.

Johnny got ready for bed rather quickly; not having you around him felt odd but he always had a plan. As you made your way to him, he just pushed past you to make his way into the guest bedroom. He locked the door behind him, feeling a little bad for ignoring you as you tried to coax him out.

Over the next few days, his daily affections halted to a fat zero. No more teasing and loving touches, no more neck kisses and back hugs when you're trying to cook, no more smacking your ass when you walk past him or bend over in front of him, no more soft coos of affirmations, no more anything.

He may be directly ignoring you but he won't leave you hanging, most of the time that is. Hence why you found a warm plate of food resting on the counter. You sat down with the food, fighting through tears as you ate, sitting at the kitchen table with a heavy heart. You glared at your phone, tempted to call him and beg and plead for him give you something, anything.

The day seemed to be going slower than ever, and the only thing that Johnny could think about was finally getting home to you, getting the apology he wanted, and giving you all the attention and affection he could supply for you. Johnny came home earlier than usual, hauling himself off-set and running out of the building before his manager could stop him.

He was cautious as he entered the house, taking a mental note of the sink running in the kitchen. He moved as quietly as he could, watching as you finished up your cooking. As you stood by the sink while cleaning a pot, Johnny pressed himself behind you. You nearly swung the pot at his head if he hadn't moved out of the way and caught your wrist. You couldn't bear to face him, opting to put the pot down and bury yourself in his chest.

Johnny looked down at you softly before wrapping an arm around you as he turned the tap off. He could barely hear you as you were face first in his chest, your voice muffled by his shirt and the fact that you were full-blown crying. It all came out as unintelligible nonsense as you heaved in harsh and labored breaths. Johnny felt no need to do anything but stand there with you, wrapping himself around you as if to shield you from the world.

He let you cry, let you tire yourself out. He pressed light kisses to your temple, his hands dancing across the backs of your thighs before he hiked them up, making you wrap your legs around him for support. Johnny set you down on the couch, kneeling in front of you. Your breath hitched as your body moved on instinct. "You want my attention now?" You nearly gave yourself a headache with how fast and hard you nodded your head. Johnny smiled that same soft and warming smile that he gave you a few days ago when this whole thing first started.

"Beg for it, then." Johnny wasn't going to give in as easily as you had hoped. You knew he loved nothing more than to please you, so this change left you aching. Johnny didn't lay a finger on you until you started blabbering away. He looked up at you with a knowing expression, shoving your shorts down your thighs. He eyed the wet spot of your panties, biting his inner cheek as he waited patiently through your rambling.

Amidst your begging, a moan cut you off as Johnny licked at your clit through your panties. He spread your slicked folds with his thumbs, pushing the tip of his tongue repeatedly against the twitchy bud. Johnny pulled away, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing in soft circles. He watched the wet patch grow, eyeing the way your thighs trembled. Moans spilled from your lips consistently, your thighs threatening to close around his head.

Johnny tugged your panties to the side, latching his lips around your swollen clit. You tangle your hand in his hair, pushing his face closer to your slick cunt. He focused on your clit, laying the flat of his tongue against it and letting you grind your hips on his face. His fingers trail up your thighs quickly, slipping two fingers in easily. Your moans only got higher as Johnny swirled his tongue around your clit and his fingers curled into your sweet spot.

It didn't take much more to lurch you over the edge. Johnny continued his ministrations, sucking on your clit even harder and curling his fingers roughly against your sweet spot. Johnny pulled off of you panting, his fingers kept their harsh pace. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he abused that one spot that made your toes curl and your thighs shake. "There we go, baby. Easy does it."

#keiiikomegumi #bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x you #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you #johnny cage x y/n #mk smut #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x you #mk johnny cage #johnny cage #johnny cage smut

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angsthology · 6 months

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“im just excited, is all” — or an alt title: roo vs. the australian allegations

who is roo, really? why is roo?

a/n a short one cause if im being honest theres just one tiny explanation and... yeah

or, yknow, alt alt title: daniel’s detective era

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

“WOOOO!! I’M NEVER GONNA DIE!” she yelled into the radio, at this point not even shocking her engineer anymore.

“sure, kid.” he chuckled. “congratulations, again, i’ll see you out.”

as soon as she parked her car, the girl quickly jumped out of her seat and stand on the nose of her car, jumping repeatedly with both her feet going up and down excitedly. it ends with a last hard jump off the car and her hands up in the air, yelling on the top of her lungs.

when suddenly — to everyone’s dismay — she started shuffling. well, attempted, shuffling.

daniel, who had the pleasure of sharing the podium with her and was there to witness it first hand, could not help but unknowingly let his hand fly to his mouth to muffle his laughter. man, he just took off his balaclava, he thought.

then, just his luck, the girl stopped mid-shuffle and looked towards his way and waved at him excitedly before running towards the australian and attacking him in a bear-hug.

of course, the man expected the hug, what he didn’t expect was how strong it was going to be.

he let out a muffled “oof” as soon as she collided with him. daniel did not think he has ever gotten a hug this tight. let alone receiving it from a girl almost half his size.

“congratulations!” she could not get bored of hearing that. making her hug him tighter, “okay, oh, lord, i can’t breathe. please.”

“oh—hehe, sorry.” she immediately let go of the man and ran off—well, more hopped off—to get herself weighed.

the older man could not help but chuckle watching her hop away.

again, really?

the girl could never not get bored of all the demeaning questions that seemed to only be targeted towards her.

unfortunately for them, she was not having it that day.

so here she was, berating a man who was like generations behind her — and everyone else — with the rest of the grid listening, watching in amusement.

they always enjoy watching her absolutely destroying male fossils that walked the paddock. it was free entertainment.

her manager didn’t even stop her anymore — well, he did, usually when he knows she’ll say something completely unhinged and not for viewers ears — he just watches with a proud smile like the rest of the drivers until she eventually runs out of breath, all the while also stealing it from the opposite person.

and now it’s about five minutes later and the room was silent, really soaking in her words.

as usual, daniel was the one to break the silence — his tone doing its best to relief the tension that clouded the room.

“remind me not to piss you off.”

sebastian found his voice when he looked towards daniel, “i really admire her agression.”

“i try.”

the mclaren driver was minding his own business when suddenly he felt someone plop down on the seat next to him.

said person didn’t say anything, they just stared at him blankly for a good few seconds. in return, daniel had the expression equivalent of a question mark.

until eventually he felt a little creeped out, “what do you want?”

her response was… weirder.

“what do you want?”

“…what?”

suddenly, out of nowhere, the twenty-two-year-old pulls out a fanny pack from the side. and when she opened it, they were both met with all kinds of candy.

daniel raised his eyebrows at the girl.

“this stays between us.”

it did, but also no, she had previously already approached alex, mick, lando, and yuki, doing the exact same thing.

“…okay?” he then removed the confused expression on his face to one of curiosity of what’s inside the pack, “you got any haribo?”

“everyone, everyone, everyone!”

the girl hopped over to the group of men, dragging a slightly smaller one with her.

“yes, yes, yes!” replied george.

she the shoved the brunette girl in her arms to the front, holding her by both her forearms from the back.

“i want you all to meet daisy-mae!”

a strings of ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s along with ‘nice to meet you’s were exchanged.

the young driver then noticed a certain australian missing.

“hey where’s dan— DANNY!” she jumped when she saw said man approaching. as usual, she excitedly hopped her way over to him.

he chuckled, “hey, roo.”

at that, she stopped mid-way and looked at him confused, “who?”

“you.”

“huh.”

“you’re like a ‘lil kangaroo, y’know?”

still confused, she was brought out of a daze when she heard loud sounds of agreement from behind her.

“that’s what she is!”

“aw, that’s cute, our little kangaroo…”

“LITTLE?!”

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoisons @vellicora

hope this didnt disappoint </3

#tine’s roo vs the world #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula one #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo

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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months

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Pictures that fuel the 007 vettonso au that exists in my head(for now)

Also go listen to "You Know My Name", and think of Vettonso while doing so because I think it is SOOOOOO them coded(but also f1 in general tbh.) And also if you've seen Casino Royale, hey, remember that chair scene? >:)

#anwyays some thoughts on the au:#thinking that seb is Bond of course and Nando is a former 00 agent whos gone rogue 🤭#(<- so basically like Raoul Silva lol)#(also my god basically im weirdly obsessed w the daniel craig bond movies(mostly casino royale) +#(+ bcs my brother and i watched all of them in two days last Christmas so theyre just forever embedded in my consciousness ig)#(SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME YKNOW)#tbf the only reason this au is just in my head is bcs it would require me to draw them more masc handsme #bcs bond is not a twink(😔) and im not good at drawing men like that so UGH #mayne one day itll make its way into art. would you guys be satisifed w chibis? 🥺#i wanna recreate one of those iconic movie poster poses or smth but yeah not my forte ig #but if i was drawinf LESBIAN james bond id be on it instantly(one day. one day...)#<- speaking of that. fucking hilarious how i can only draw fem men and masc women. duality!!!#but gaahhhh yeah this au is sponsored by eternal casino royale brainrot #just imagining vettonso playing cat and mouse is so !!!!!#also side note. all these pics are from various fia galas. waahhhh wouldnt that be an interesting setting for a bond film #i bet bond would like f1 🤭🤭 fast cars!!#also bond au btw literally originally just comes from the fact that they both race for Aston...its just so fitting #the fact that seb actually named his amr21 after a bond girl!!#well dw bcs Fernando in this can be both his bond villain and his bond girl. dualityq #fernando is an mi6 agent(0014) who seb looks up to but he defects and turns evil bcs seb gets promoted above him #as grace said when i told her this: seb would be a great Bond with his cockiness and jokes and confidence etc etc #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #vettonso #catie.rambling.txt

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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you get hurt ♡

a/n. the burn one … real life events inspired. although i didn’t put aloe vera i just googled it up for this drabble LMAO but like i got burnt month and a half? two months? ago and i still have a mark 😦 i thought it wouldn’t stay for so long wtf (i mean i still have it?? is it normal😭)

also it’s been ages since i wrote for my beloved tubatu i’m so sorry :(

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

due to your approaching performance at mama, you had to practice practice and practice

one day you forgot to wear longer pants and well, your knees felt like they were literally on fire - due to how much kneeling and sliding on the floor your part required

you literally looked like a zombie while wobbling to your boyfriend’s dorm after practice

and yeonjun is no fool. he’s been in situations like these and he can immediately recognise scraped knees

but he lets you sit down first and pamper you with kisses

after you two ate dinner, he gently rubs your thighs and lets out a deep sigh before standing up and going to get something

you watch him as he kneels down in front of you and slowly rolls up your sweatpants, just above the knee. you feel guilt sinking in your stomach but the look that yeonjun gives you is full of love.

“please tell me next time. or if you forget your knee protectors, i can drop them off. or give you mine” he hums and takes out something from the first aid kit he just brought “it might sting a bit”

it does sting. more than a bit. but the way your boyfriend gently, almost feather-lightly badges your knee is making you forget about the pain.

with a look in your eye and a boyish smile, he places a tender kiss on the top of the bandage he just put

“so it heals faster” yeonjun singsongs and softly rolls down the sweatpants’ material. your heart might explode any minute now.

in conclusion: you can’t fool him. on top of that, next time he’ll make sure to pack you an extra pair of sweatpants or knee protectors along with a sticky note with something absolutely adorable written on it <3

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

for your excuse you just woke up.

and walking down the stairs, yknow, it’s hard

soobin was making trying to make breakfast downstairs when he suddenly heard a loud ass bang and series of falling-down-the-stairs alike sounds

he rushed to check up on you and when he saw you, awkwardly half-sitting half-laying in the floor his heart dropped

but he let out a scoff before he helped you out

and that was your trigger >:(

“are you laughing at me?” you asked, voice creaking as you looked up at soobin. your glossy eyes made his heart break and he felt extremely bad.

“i didn’t mean to, i’m so sorry! please don’t cry, darling” he pouted but you didn’t listen, the tears streaming down your cheeks because of the pain. soobin rushed to the kitchen to grab a first aid kit.

he kneeled down and put plasters on your scraped knees and elbows, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs.

“please don’t cry” he murmurs and you sniff. suddenly he hugs you tightly and only now you realise that soobin is crying too.

yeah well that turns into couples crying session :”)

soobin takes care of your for the next three days

and makes a mental note to never laugh at you again… even if he really didn’t mean it

┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

beomgyu was at home, preparing a surprise-romantic-dinner for you when he received a phone call from you

he got flabbergasted – you weren’t supposed to be home yet

“gyu don’t freak out” you started, voice calm.

“why would i freak out?” he chuckled, stirring your favourite dish in a pot

“because i tell you not to. you promise?”

“okay, i promise–“

“i may or may have not got into a car accident–”

“WHAT!”

beomgyu drops everything, turns off the stove and grabs the most necessary things as you try to explain everything to him

“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS! well, kind of, i have to stay overnight…”

“I’M COMING!”

you were watching youtube on your phone when the doors swung open. you saw gyu standing the the doorway, huge teddy bear in his arms and bunch of bags.

“IT’S NOTHING SERIOUS? YOU GOT A BANDAID ON YOUR HEAD AND–” he started and you pointed at your arm, saying it along with him.

“and a broken arm…”

“–AND A BROKEN ARM?!”

“could you possibly stop yelling?” you laugh and take the opened bottle of banana milk “look what they got me though!”

beomgyu sighs and closes the door. he sits down next to you, tucking the teddy bear next to you. his worried expression makes your heart ache and you frown a bit.

“sorry” you mumble, looking down. beomgyu just cups your face and placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“don’t be. although i was worried sick. also, i asked the nurses and i can stay overnight with you” gyu smiled sweetly.

he gets a pen and writes silly stuff on your cast

he’s so gentle when you sleep :( like, obv he’s clingy so he ticks himself (somehow) next to you on the hospital bed but he’s so cautious not to move your broken arm *sobs*

babies you until your arm heals and even after he’s attentive

oh and gives you a long ass lecture about getting into accidents (as if it was your fault😭)

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

taehyun is smart and you should have listened to him when he said not to run on A SNOWY PATH

but pop off, you didn’t #girlboss because during the snow fight you had with him, you were out of your ammo 🙀

so you ran to grab some snow

and well, you ended up slipping and painfully landing on your ass

you were so taken aback by the sudden fall that you stared at taehyun in disbelief while he laughed his ass off

you pouted and formed a snowball, throwing it at him

“don’t laugh at me!” >:(

tae shook his head and walked up to you, reaching his hand out.

“sorry baby. are you okay?” he asked, voice as warm as a cup of tea and you shook your head.

“it hurts” you mumbled and took his hand nevertheless. your matching mittens made you smile a bit but you were brought back to earth as a stinging pain came through your bones.

“but you can stand. it means you didn’t break anything which is a good sign…” tae started, looking at you carefully. your legs were a bit wobbly. you pouted and he couldn’t help but scoff “i know what you’re planning”

“but it hurts! and it’s not my fault that gym is like, your second home now!” you whine and tug his sleeve “please?”

“fine. but im not taking any responsibility if i drop you” taehyun sends you a grin before kneeling so you can climb on his back.

yeah well it was close because the sidewalk was slippery but you safely made it home

after coming back he did a proper inspection as you warmed up with a warm cup of tea

later on he gave you a speech but it was interrupted due to your question who won the snow fight

(it was him but he lied to make you feel better lmao😭)

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

you decided to surprise your boyfriend and bake him molang-shaped cookies

everything was going according to plan… until whilst taking out the cookies from the oven you actually put your wrist against the hot metal of the baking tray

you quickly put your wrist under the water and when it was stinging less, you continued on decorating the cookies

you put on a hoodie and hid the burn - you didn’t want kai to worry about it too much

but well… he came back home and obviously noticed the cookies, then smothered your face in kisses <3

you decided to eat them (after kai taking tons of pics) while watching a movie

you grabbed a cookie and moved your hand to your mouth, taking a bite. your sleeve shifted downwards due to your movement but you didn’t notice, too absorbed in the movie.

“what’s that?” you heard kai’s worried voice and you looked at him, confused. he sat up straightly, pausing the movie and gently took your wrist. oh.

“nothing, really” you said after you swallowed but his brows furrowed seriously.

“nothing? y/n, it’s a burn… wait… don’t tell me it happened because of those adorable cookies?” he gasped, trying to lighten up the mood but you could clearly see he’s worried.

“well, yeah…” you mumbled and kai just let out a deep sigh, standing up to get something “where are you going?”

“i heard aloe vera is good for that kind of burns!” he calls back and after he returns, you’re met with a gentle kiss on your cheek (and the cool of aloe vera on your skin).

he got so worried :(

please tell him next time <\\3

also watches if the wound heals properly and quickly!! kai will do a lot of research to help you as much as he can, even though you reassure him it’s not necessary

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cartmankisser · 1 year

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PLEASE I BEG OF YOU (when you get the chance)

COCKY MYSTERION X READER

LIKE HES FLIRTING LIKE A MF AND IT GETS THE READER ALL FLUSTERED AND STUFF

Cough also maybe it nsfw but it’s whatever you feel like cough

kenny is one of those characters that i feel like i can never get a good grasp of.. so this js a little bit um bad

fem reader but it's only specified like once?

also no nsfw sorry 😅

you have always been a huge fan of mysterion. there were so many assholes in south park that a superhero to protect you and the other civilians really seemed like a fantasy of yours turned into reality. and upon hearing your ramblings about the mysterious hero, kenny had been a bit amused and quite intrigued by your admiration for him, albeit you didn't know who was under the costume. he decided that tonight he would talk to you as mysterion,, just as a bit of fan service.

he found you walking home one night after a trip to get snacks and followed you to an empty street. he stood infront of you, leaning against the brick wall of the dingy alley way and looking you up and down with a smirk.

"don't you think it's a bit dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be out alone this late?"

there were so many things you wanted to say, but they just wouldn't come out. you're biggest hero is infront of you???? just like that???? and he thinks you're pretty????? you were certain you turned bright red and you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the compliment.

"oh come on.. don't be shy now." he took a step closer, now only about a foot away from you, and he grabbed your hands. "why act so suprised? yknow, this isn't the first time we've met.."

it took you several seconds to process what he just said. you stared hard into his familiar eyes, trying so hard to piece together the puzzle of who he really was under the mask, but before you had enough time to really think about it, he pulled you to his side and threw his arm around your shoulders.

"why don't i walk you home, just to be safe."

you two walked in silence,, mostly because you couldn't bring yourself to look up at him. if you made eye contact with him again you'd probably end up squealing like a fangirl at a concert. you were so distracted by your thought you ended up tripping over your own feet and end up stumbling forward.

"oh be careful darling.." he chuckled as he caught you, wrapping his arms tight around your waist. you were already flustered, but he just kept making it worse with all his flirting.. but for some reason, you just didn't want him to stop!

south park wasn't a very big town, so it was only a matter of minutes until you two were standing in your driveway. the whole walk you were too nervous to say anything, just wanting to curl up and hide, but now that he was about to leave, you couldn't stand to be alone. you wanted to pull him into a bear hug and drag him into your bed like a deranged fan,, but instead you just looked up at him. "thank you for walking me home.." you whispered.

"oh don't sound so sad." he teased, "i'll see you tomorrow at school." he winked before he seemingly disappeared, leaving you speechless and alone with your spiraling thoughts of confusion. you just couldn't put a finger on the familiarity of his voice.. you decided to sleep on it. i mean, he did say you would see him tomorrow,,,, maybe you could figure his true identity then? you knew you'd be up all night thinking about it...

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#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #mysterion x reader #does this count as a cliff hanger #i could do a part 2 if u wanted mayhaps #listened to lana while writing this #she's like #my continuing source of inspiration!

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neet-elite · 4 months

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Divine Intervention — (SDV) Elliott

Pairing: Elliott / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 5,094 Warnings: Exhibitionism, public, handjob, miscommunication, love confession Synopsis: Between your pouting and huffing, he briefly wonders just how he found himself in such an unfortunate predicament. The way you look at him alone tells him that he’s done something wrong, but it’d be more upsetting to him if you weren’t so pretty while sulking.

Therein lies the main issue.

A/N: I haven't written for Elliott in over a year so please excuse any OOC moments! There's just something about put together men losing control that gets to me yknow? Happy new year Elliott Girlies :D!!

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Between your pouting and huffing, he briefly wonders just how he found himself in such an unfortunate predicament. The way you look at him alone tells him that he’s done something wrong, but it’d be more upsetting to him if you weren’t so pretty while sulking.

Therein lies the main issue.

For all intents and purposes, today is a good day. The sun is shining, you had accepted his invitation to take an afternoon walk together, and he was so sure that his efforts in courting you were bearing fruit. Thankfully, you had even taken his hand when he’d offered it to you; a grace he refuses to take lightly even when you’re scolding him. You were smiling, talking away about your life on the farm and such, and he was happy enough to listen to your sweet voice by your side like he usually does. A mimicked smile refused to leave his own face despite the obvious burn in his cheeks, lightly squeezing at your hand to remind you that he was still there. He was still listening. And, that he was enjoying spending his time with you. In his mind, there’s no other way to describe the afternoon as anything other than romantic.

And yet still, you scowl at him now. It truly concerns him how he finds you just so cute even when upset, like some immature schoolboy, but the sweat on his brow and the shake in his fingers urge him to console you instead of indulging in his perversion. Because it’s not anger that troubles you, but rather… Feelings of inadequacy, he’s sure. Your frown coils tight around his heart and conveys failure on his part. And he certainly can’t have that continue, not when you’ve provided him such a pleasant day! What a silly thought, he thinks, for you to think anything other than highly of yourself.

And perhaps more importantly: because you’re completely wrong.

“I mean, is it because I’m not pretty enough?”

He instinctively winces at your words, a full body recoil at the fact that you’d even think of such falsehoods, let alone believe them enough to express them verbally. The sentiment rings in his ears, repeated over and over again as he stops and stares at you dumbfounded. Not pretty enough. And said with such hurt too, as if the thought itself wounded you. He can’t help but blame himself, mentally scolding for letting this issue go unnoticed. Immediate heartache ails him most, a tightness in his chest that he can’t shake due to the thought that he made you feel that way, in spite of the work and effort he’s put into courting you. A true gentleman never leaves a lady feeling so worthless, and so he’s quick to force himself into action. That, and because if he doesn’t do something about the way you’re staring at him so cutely right now, then he’s liable to act out.

“What?” he asks stupidly, because for once he’s at a loss for words. A million thoughts rushing through his mind of how best to console you, to make you see the truth. You’d think for a writer he would be better with his words, carefully plucked from his mind to suit each occasion perfectly, but for a moment he appears stunned. Taken aback at the complete carelessness he’s apparently treated you with; and how he wants more than anything to make you feel better. You deserve only the best. “It’s— No. Absolutely not. I won’t have you saying such nasty comments about yourself.”

“Well? Is it true? Because you’ve neither confirmed nor denied—”

“Of course that isn’t the case!” he sighs heavily into his words, tone coming out all wrong and rushed in an effort to make you see the error of your thoughts, when what you actually deserve is the utmost kindness. The annoyance he feels about himself causes him to pinch at the bridge of his nose for a breather to calm down, you shouldn’t have to deal with his misgivings.

Inhale, exhale. No, that’s not the case at all. “Far from it, actually,” he elaborates, taking both your hands in his own for selfish stability and letting out a another shaky breath. It’s embarrassing, truthfully. The real reason behind why he’s taken so long to court you, why he’s still stuck in the hand holding stage; and he’d rather not fully elaborate in fear of scaring you off… But still he has to offer you some half-truths. Something to reassure your silly mind. It’s the least he could do. “You’re perhaps the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He smiles, all warm and quiet. “I mean it.”

He tries his best to convey sincerity through his expression and tone of voice, but his efforts crumple the moment you look away from him. He thinks his heart actually falls when you sigh before speaking, too.

“I just— I thought we’d be further along by now, you know?” you pout, and he has to hold his breath to keep him from acting out.

Oh how he knows, however. How he wants to be further along in his relationship with you too; more than anything, really! But that’s exactly his issue. He wants. He yearns for far too much, to a downright disturbing degree, and it’s rather unbecoming of him, wouldn’t you agree?

Behind the shade of the trees and in the secrecy of the forest he levels with you, just a little. He doesn’t have the right words to appropriately describe his troubles honestly, and in fact he can’t. Not fully, for if he did then surely you’d turn away from him, and his heart hurts at even the thought. “Darling…” he sighs, soft and full of adoration, his hair obscuring you from his vision for just a moment before he tucks it behind an ear. Even during this tense exchange, he can’t help but to romanticise you, unable to view you as anything other than absolute perfection. He wants to help you see that too. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” he starts, and it’s genuine. Shown through the tender touch of his hand in your own, the way he stares down at you so lovingly. It’s the honest truth, or so he tells himself, swallowing the thick lump of half before speaking again. “However, I believe there may be something wrong with me.” He admits, and though that much is true, a pang of guilt still worms its way to his tummy as he intimately knows just how rotten he is deep down.

And he thinks you might know too from the confused look you adopt, one so cute that he wants to squeeze your hand tighter. Tighter still than his usual reassuring squeeze, like he simply cannot handle just how much love he holds for you that he has to edge on harm just to express himself thoroughly. But he refrains, just like how he always does, except this time it’s because he’s far too focused on the bite of your lip, and how he wants more than anything to kiss it better. The things you do to him, and your oblivious nature; he’s not quite sure how long he can keep this act up in spite of how hard he’s trying for you.

You hold his hand tighter instead and his body aches to relieve you of your worries, so much so that just watching you pout might be enough to convince him to spill his secrets, the ones he’s held close to his chest all this time. “What do you mean, Elly?” You ask so innocently that it deepens the conflict within him, and the affectionate pet name you’ve taken to calling him might be the final nail in the coffin of his resolve. You’re right, though you don’t know it. You deserve the whole truth, no matter how embarrassing it is for him to divulge. It’s the least he can offer you after such patience you’ve expressed in waiting for him. It’s silly how easily he falls for you, and then he thinks that this should be evidence enough of how wrong you are. But, the lady asks, and she shall receive an adequate response.

He takes a slow swallow and exhales steadily. He never wanted to admit such mortifying details to you ever, content with keeping his boyish nature tucked in his heart forever. But deep down in the pit of his stomach he always knew it’d eventually come to this; the lack of control he has regarding you. More than keeping his character intact, he cares about you and your comfort. And when he takes a selfless moment to think about it from your point of view he easily decides, because anything to make you happier is what he’d like to aim for; for the rest of his life.

“Okay.” He says peacefully, already accepting of his fate because the outcome is (hopefully) that you feel better. What’s a little embarrassment for a good lady, right? “Okay, I’ll tell you.” He’s continues, but he’s stalling, because despite his innocuous want to make you feel as wanted as he surely needs you, it’s difficult to openly admit to such degenerate behaviour as per his affliction. His frustration must be present on his face, because the back of your hand raises against his warming cheek to soothe, a light balm to his otherwise burning body. His burdened mind is unable to distinguish whether the source of his burns are self inflicted or because he loves you so much; not that it matters in the end, because both facts are true, and it’s what makes this discussion so difficult for him to begin with. He’d always like to be honest with you, no matter the topic, of course! But first and foremost he’d like to be a gentleman, and treat you with kindness. Sometimes kindness requires lying, right?

“Please.” You utter softly, and it’s only then that he realises he’s been making you wait. How unbecoming of him.

He lets go of your hand and takes a step back to properly regard you, hoping to make up for his shortcomings thus far. Though, he instantly regrets this decision as he sees the immediate hurt on your face, and all your expression does is urge him to go faster, spill the secret, forget the consequences! So, in a rush, he forces the words out his mouth. For better or for worse, you so easily convince him to forget his surroundings.

“I have an issue. An embarrassing one, at that…” He trails off into an awkward laugh, promptly followed by a clearing of his throat when he notices you just staring back at him. “Well, see— The problem I have is… It’s one of a certain… Vulgar nature, shall we say…”

He doesn’t dare look at you as the words fly out his mouth, taking to chewing on his bottom lip instead of gathering the courage to face you after his deplorable admittance. But the conflict within him tightens around his heart, and he finds himself struggling to deny you any longer.

The wide eyes that greet him as he looks up at you almost cause him to stop babbling, but he’s too deep now to go back. He’ll just have to continue his speech staring at his feet, cheeks red hot in the face of your understandable reaction. “Truth be told, I like you. Really like you. Almost unbearably so, if I’m honest.” Another bout of laughter spills from his bitten lips as he looks to the side, tension building in his body as anxiety takes hold of his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe. “And, well… I mean that in every respect. Not just… Romantically.”

It’s difficult to get the words out due to the amount of fear he feels in confessing such perverted thoughts to you, but he hammers on. It’s what you’ve asked for, and he’d like to give you everything. Rather than dancing around the subject, he figures he might as well offer you the whole truth now, it’s basically out already. “And, well, quite frankly, it’s difficult for me to be around you and to not want to take you where you stand—no matter where we are—which is why I’ve kept distance between us, love. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

Silence follows, and he can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.

However, finally. Phew. His dirty little secret is now out in the open. He sighs into the relief and slowly meets your gaze again, hoping to find comfort in the form of your pretty smile, though what an immediate mistake that was. The soft expression of acceptance you wear warms his heart, and unfortunately, causes his dress pants to tighten too. A prime example of why he’s taken so long to court you, and he can’t help but catch the way your gaze drops ever so briefly. Awful, right?

“Elliott…” you match his sigh, taking a step forward to pull him into a gentle embrace by the trees, and he’s got no time to react beyond accommodating you. By all accounts he’s elated to have you respond so kindly to his perversion, could never have imagined a better response than your loving hug that he cautiously returns. But when his cock is slowly growing against your tummy, he’s only filled with more shame. Torn between pulling you closer to satisfy his selfish wants, and pushing you away to keep his gentleman appearance in check. You take the thinking out of the equation for him.

“It’s okay, I promise. I want you like that too.”

And oh how easily you admit that which he was so ashamed of, guilt ridden arms quickly wrapping around your back to pin you nice and snug against his body naturally, a physical representation of thanks. It’s crude for all the wrong reasons; not because his cock is quickly hardening against you and leaking all over his dress pants at just the thought of taking you, but because of how much love he feels radiating from your touch. The little reassuring pats against his shoulder, the way you gently move his hair from his face to get a better look at him, all the way down to the chaste—not for a lack of time, but of patience—kiss against his cheek. He needn’t have worried at all, had he?

In return, he strokes your hair. An action far too kind for the current setting, but he quickly learns that that’s what he likes about it. “Apologies, I’ve been rather inconsiderate,” he offers you, placing a similar kiss to your forehead. Soft and tender, just like you, an attempt to copy what he loves about you, and by extension: to reassure. “You see, it’s not a failing on your part. Never was, love.”

He feels you nuzzle into him in response and it feels like home, his arms wrapped loosely around your back, keeping you close enough to him for his chin to rest atop your head. You acceptance has warmed him up to the idea of honesty, actual honesty, and he takes the opportunity to indulge for your own sake. “I just cant help the abundance of inappropriate thoughts when I’m around you.”

You laugh, a light airy sound that forces a smile on his face in spite of the sheer embarrassment he’s enduring for you. He intrinsically knows it isn’t a berating laugh, but one of understanding. “Would you hate me if I said same?” you speak against his chest, and his heart hammers against your cheek.

Now it’s his turn to laugh, the slight jostling around together serving as a stark reminder of his lust, of which he does his best to ignore, but it’s growing increasingly difficult. And in size. “Would you hate me if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind?”

This is what he loves. The small moments shared together in secrecy, privately doting and adoring on each other as if no one else existed in the world. It is also, quite shamefully, the source of his unbefitting ruminations. Several thoughts flit across his mind as you remain in his arms, none of which he has the strength to say out loud. The things he thinks to himself late at night, disgraceful fist wrapped around his cock early in the morning. He wants to drag his thumb across your lower lip and watch them part, move his thumb up to your tongue for him to play with while you pant against him. Maybe even grope at your chest until you beg for him to take you home. Also, he’d like to—

“Elliott?” You giggle, and he suddenly can’t remember what he was doing before now, but your pretty smile has him smitten regardless. He hums down at you in reply, still half daydreaming about all the newly uncontained thoughts, until you kindly clue him in. “You’re grinding against me.”

He’d be more panicked if not for the sultry tone your voice adopts, but still he stutters an apology out. It’s the right thing to do, even he can tell that through his lust addled mind. “Oh— S-Sorry, I didn’t realise I—”

“It’s okay, do you need some help?”

It’s difficult not to curse under the weight of your unbridled acceptance, your kind offer of help going straight to his cock as he soon considers his surroundings. It’s utterly embarrassing that he’s this easy for you, the mere thought of being intimate with you riling him up enough to be rock hard against you. “Out here?” he takes to whispering, though he’s not sure why. He hasn’t exactly hid his actions thus far from prying eyes, but the thought of having you be intimate with him in such an obscene way causes his mouth to dry. “Really, no, it’s okay. I can deal with this later—”

“Let me rephrase that. Let me help you, please?”

And what kind of a gentleman would he be if he were to deny such a pretty girls request?

It was foolish of him to ever worry about your lack of embrace for his more vulgar wants. Not once have you shown him any hint that you wouldn’t like this part of him, but rather he selfishly wants to treat you with so much care that it happened to damage you instead. Far be it for him not to learn, and right now he understands that if he were to decline you once again today would all be for nought. Not that he doesn’t want your help in the middle of a secluded forest, only that he’s happy that you want it too. He nods.

“And what do you have in mind, dear?” he lets you take the lead, fully entrusting himself to you to know the best course of action. It’s a little selfish, not only because he still cares deeply for not overstepping any boundaries, but also because he wants. Needs to give himself up like this as a show of devotion, because if left to his own devices then he’d have no self control. He wants it all, and here you are offering it up to him on a silver platter. It’s dangerous, and not just because of the open setting.

Part of him also wants to lean into the shameless behaviour you’re currently exhibiting too, present in the way your hand inches down his chest, lightly tickling down his tummy until you land on his very obviously hard cock. He wants to rock his hips into your touch, wrap an arm around your neck and tug you up into a heated kiss. But the other part of him begs to wait. Hold off and test the waters a little before revealing his true nature, and besides, it’s sexy getting to see you take the lead like this. Even if his head feels dizzy from the sudden action from relative nothing.

Instead, he merely cups your cheek. Softly stroking his thumb over it while you busy yourself with his pants. Never before has he been so excited to hear the unzip of his pants as he is now, and he smiles into the hooded gaze you offer him. “Be patient.” You remind him, and he has no issue with following that order; seeing as all he’s expressed is patience thus far. He has an idea of what you’d like to do anyway, given how your fingers gently pet at his clothed tip, playing with the soaked through precum of his underwear as you have him pinned against a tree. It’s his fault for falling back there in the hug, to be fair. And, he can’t deny the twitch of his cock when you place a hand beside him for stability, effectively locking him in place before you. It’s hot being at your mercy, and he doesn’t think a first time could go better than this.

And patient he is, allowing you to have your fun playing with him without so much as a sigh. Really, it’s because he’s too focused on his thoughts, about just how much he simply adores the sight of you with your palm against his tip, determined not to fuck his hips forward in a searching for more. If he had his way, he’d have you stripped already. And though he technically has your blessing, he wouldn’t want to come across as some brute unable to keep his composure. No, for now, he exerts some more patience. Just like you asked. And he gets rewarded with your little fist wrapped around the base of his still clothed cock, allowing a shaky breath to escape his lips that immediately heats his face up.

He goes to hide his embarrassment by way of covering his face from view, but you so tenderly drag his arm back down to his side while still holding his cock. “Don’t hide, I’ve been waiting so long for this…” you beg, and he wishes you could understand just how much he needs you right now, because if you did, then you surely wouldn’t be tempting him this much. Precum continues to leak out and stain his underwear full of evidence that he wants you, dripping down his length as you give him an experimental tug. Maybe now you understand just how great his need is, because he bends almost completely over you from how good it feels to have your hands on him like this, how completely in love he is with you and the tender way you touch him, fist tight but oh so full of love. It’s difficult for him to even keep looking at you too, how pretty you are when in control like this, doing his best to keep a loving gaze on you but God it’s so hard; so troublesome when you look so cute while doing something so dirty, he can hardly keep up.

It’s all going to his head too, the public setting fresh in his mind as a gust of spring wind causes him to shiver. It doesn’t stop his cock from throbbing though, the warmth of your hand dipping under the waistband of his underwear to access his bare cock warms him enough. Dizzy with desire, he lets out a greedy groan.

“Careful.” He warns you, not sure what of, only that he already feels close to breaking point with his degeneracy and needs to let you know.

And all you give him is a sly smirk in return, pulling his underwear down to his knees before returning your attention to his cock.

Now that he’s practically laid bare before you, his worries seem as far away as possible. Literally forgotten about thanks to your soft touch, the glide of your fist up and down his ever needy cock with such ease due to the precum you’ve already coaxed out of him. Low moans of appreciation rumble in his chest, face scrunched up in an attempt to really lean into and feel how nice it is to finally have your hands on him. Just like you, he’s been biding his time. Perhaps even more so if he’s honest with himself, waiting to be able to feel you just like this. And it’s even better than he could imagine, his hips jutting forward just a little every time your thumb reaches his tip, every squeeze of your hand persuading more slick to bead out. For what he lacks in verbal communication, you make up for with your hands—as he so often forgets is conversational, too—in the form of a confession.

“I love you.” He suddenly gasps out, lost in his own thoughts as you fist his cock, the jerking motion clouding his judgement and causing him to spill even more secrets for you. He doesn’t even register the seriousness of his words until you say it back to him, all shy and quiet, but an unmistakable I love you too plays over again and again in his mind. In the haze your hands have him under, he can’t remember if he’s said it to you before; he must have in spite of his attempts to hold back, but to hear you return his affections so readily like that while getting him off where he stands proves to be a bit too much for him to handle. Proven by the way his cock twitches harsher in your hand, pulsing against your fingertips with great need for you as a sloppy sound fills the forest. Every pump of your fist causes his eyes to roll further back in his head, his back arching off the tree ever so slightly in an effort to feel more of you, to have more of his cock wrapped around your tight fist. It’s disgusting, stupidly obscene to have you jerk him off in the middle of the day, in the middle of the forest; and he regrets just how much he loves it. How it has his cock aching for you, red hot and leaking all over your knuckles as a whimper escapes him.

The sound is embarrassing and causes his hips to stutter into you, the little laughter you let out at his enjoyment only serving to turn him on some more, making him whine into your touch. He opts to bite on his knuckles to keep himself quiet enough, and he assumes you understand that the setting disallows him from voicing too much of his appreciation, and that he’s just as upset about it as your pout conveys. Because if he had his way, then he’d be doting till the sun came up about the sight before him, all sobs and begs included. Until you realised just how much he truly loves and adores you, and how you needn’t second guess yourself ever again. Make you feel as pretty as he thinks you are, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist to keep you as close as humanly possible to him as you get him off so sweetly, the face of innocence with his cock in your hand.

Your hum immediately draws his attention out of his self spoiling thoughts, but he struggles to focus on you fully. Vision glazed over with lust, jaw tight and teeth gritted. “You’re so pretty, Elliott.” You whisper, and there’s just something about being so soft and intimate in public that gets to him, y’know? Like, has him unable to stop himself from wrapping a hand tight around your wrist, the other remaining at the small of your back to give him more leverage to hump into. The tender nature of your actions causing him to dive deeper into his degeneracy, kind words matched with curses under his breath, weighty thrusts into your squeezing fist that has him gasping before you. It’s too much—

“I’m close—” he all but pants into the air, his body bent over you as his hips fuck into whatever they can, mostly your hand. It’s so wet and sloppy, so completely opposite to his usual appearance that he has no choice but to continue, biting down on his lip only to swallow the egregiously loud moans that want to escape, that want to praise you for making him feel so good with relatively little.

“It’s okay—” is all you manage to get out before he’s spilling, shooting his load and inadvertently staining your surely precious clothing, but he hasn’t the mind to apologise for it right now. Not as you continue to milk him through his orgasm, allow him to bury his face into your neck to gently nip at and hide his groans into. You have him shaking, trembling in your slowly loosening grip as the remainder of cum dribbles out of him, down onto the dirt below, and he heaves.

Big deep breaths, like he can’t believe what’s just happened, head woozy with a mix of things; but mostly love. So much love for you and your acceptance, and hope. “I—” He stops, having to still catch his breath after feeling so good, laughing lightly into the feeling of your barely there tugs, wincing when you eventually let go of his cock and clean yourself up as best as possible. He sends you an apologetic smile. “I hope you understand, now.” He finally gets out, sighing loudly and straightening his back. “Understand that it was never about you, love.”

“I think I get it now.” You smirk, and he too understands the hidden layer to your words. Grasped by excitement at the implication, like Pandora's box. Now you know his secret, and there’s no point in hiding any longer. He’s already looking forward to expressing this side of him again. “Thank you for telling me.”

He nods, returning back to his more gentleman like attitude, as opposed to the fiend you just saw. It takes him only a moment to tuck his cock back in, straightening out his outfit once more and clearing his throat when you’re seemingly sorted too.

“Shall we continue, then?” he asks abruptly, stretching his hand out for you to take, and he’s happy that you do so immediately; the same one that was just on his cock. He makes a note to remember this detail when he touches himself to the thought of today later tonight.

“I’d like that.” You smile up at him, and after taking a few steps forward together he bends down to whisper sweetly in your ear:

“Let’s find somewhere I can help you.”

#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv elliott smut

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ravensinthedaylight · 1 year

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Ruby : Part One

hey! can i request a prentiss x daughter fic where reader gets kidnapped by an unsub (lots of angst) and emily is all mama bear to save her. can either end with angst or fluff. thanks!

Reader’s Age: 9 Years Old

Requests: Open

Summary: When Emily leaves for a case she leaves you with your godparents. They both decide to take you to the movies, but that night something terrible happens. The next day Emily Prentiss and the team sit, listening to the case file going over the facts of your godparents murder and your own kidnapping.

A/N: I’ve just watched the episode on the Romanian family and couldn’t help myself, considering I had seen this request just hours earlier.

You clung to your mother’s leg, your nose was buried in her pant leg, taking in her scent before she went away for what could be days, maybe even a week or two.

She had always told you that she wouldn’t be gone for too long, but it didn’t make a difference to you, she was still gone none the less and you missed her regardless.

You love your godparents, the Brenners, Angie & Mark, both of whom had been your mother’s friends for years, even before you were born, but you loved your mom a lot more. You just wanted to stay with her.

This seemed to be routine, every time Emily would go away it would be the exact same goodbye. Sometimes you would be with your grandparents, her aunts and uncles and other times it would be Angie and Mark.

You were still sitting on the ground, eyes tightly shut. Your mom didn’t try to move, instead she was bend slightly to you, stroking the back of your head.

You couldn’t see you godparents behind you, but you knew that they were there, waiting to close the door when Emily finally managed to coax you off her leg, you weren’t ready for that yet. You knew it would be a while before you saw her again.

Something felt really off, you didn’t like it. This made you want to hold your mother’s leg tighter, she made everything better, safer even. Your mom kept all the bad guys away, she kept you safe.

“I’ll be back before you know it bubs, I’ll be back as soon as I can. And hey! Maybe I could bring you to see the rest of the team after. Would you like that? Hm?”

You looked up at her with a look that made her heart breakl.

“I love you Mommy.”

Your voice was soft and it cracked slightly at the end.

“Hey hey hey bubba, please don’t cry. I love you too, so so much.”

Emily picked you up and held you to her side closely. “My best girl.” She murmured against your forehead.

After a minute she placed you on the ground once again and held your face in her hand. “Behave for Mark and Angie, sweet girl.”

“I always do.” You pouted.

Your mother booped your nose before kissing it.

“I know, lovely girl.”

Just then you heard her phone ding, and you knew it was time for her to go.

“Hey, Y/N.” Called Angie. “Why don’t you say bye to your mom and come help me try a new cookie recipe that I’ve been working on, triple chocolate chip.”

Emily let out a gasp. “Triple chocolate chip! Wow Y/N that’s your favourite!”

You nodded and placed both your hands on her cheeks. “You gotta promise me that you’re gonna come back to me.”

Emily chuckled. “I always do, bubs.”

“I know but I still need to hear you say it, because it helps yknow.”

Emily kissed your cheek. “I promise that I’m gonna come back the second the case is done. Scout’s honour. And hey, I’ll even throw in something else. The second I pick you up I’ll take you to the arcade and we’re gonna stay there however long it takes us to get enough tickets for that giant giraffe.”

It was your turn to gasp. “Mommy! That’s gonna take up over half my room!”

“I’ll bring uncle Derek and uncle Spencer to help carry it then.”

“I don’t think Uncle Spence will be much of a help, Mommy.”

Emily laughed loudly. “Alright, You, Go have fun with Angie and Mark.” She kissed your forehead again.

“I will!” You dashed up the pathway to the door of the Brenner’s house. “I love you Mommy!”

“I love you too, Baby. Have fun.” She called after you.

When you turned back around again, she was getting into the car. “Have a safe trip!”

She smiled at you and waved, getting the gears ready to pull out.

You felt Mark’s hand on your shoulder.

“She’ll be back in no time, Y/N. I’m even willing to bet that she’ll get back by tomorrow night. She’s always in a rush to get back to her favourite gal.”

You smiled up at him.

“And me and Angie was thinking of going to see a movie at around five.”

You grinned. “The new spiderman one?!”

“Mhmm you know it.” Mark laughed. “But I really am in the mood for some cookies. You wanna help your godmother finish em off?”

“Yes please!”

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The movie was great. You and your godparents all really enjoyed it, although you were beginning to think that you were more a fan of the movie while it was the popcorn and pepsi that did it for them, but either way you had a good time.

You were a little homesick, but you always were, so it was to be expected.

Angie let you stay up until 9.30 pm, which was half an hour over your usual bedtime. You and her had made amazing triple chocolate chip cookies, which was now only double chocolate chip due to yourself and Mark eating a good amount of them before any actually went into the dough.

You currently sat at the table eating said cookies, enjoying the milk that came along with it.

You wondered if your mom was still up. She probably was, she always stayed up late with a cup of coffee in her hand reading some files with Sergio on her lap. Sergio wasn’t allowed in your room. Which wasn’t fair in your opinion.

“Y/N.”

You jumped.

“Woah sorry, kiddo. It’s just me.” Angie spoke softly.

You didn’t know why you had reacted that way, something just didn’t feel right about tonight, you felt like something bad was going to happen, the feeling was foreign to you. Maybe the sooner you got to sleep the sooner you would wake up and see that you were just overthinking or something along those lines.

“I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

You nodded your head and took your godmother’s hand as she guided you up the staircase and into the spare bedroom.

“Somethings not right.” You whimpered.

“What do you mean, bug? You don’t feel well?”

“I-I don’t know. Everything just feels off. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like something bad’s gonna happen.”

Angie chuckled lightly. “Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart. Your mommy’s just fine.”

You weren’t talking about your mommy, you were talking about you, in that house. You weren’t afraid of Angie and Mark, but of the thought that something horrible was about to happen.

“But-”

“Night night, Y/N.” Angie cut across. You sighed softly before deciding to let it go.

“Oh, I almost forgot.”

Your godmother reached into the cupboard under the nightstand and pulled out your to-go-bag that your mom had prepared, out of said bag she found your stuffed platypus, which you only ever sought out comfort in when your mom went on missions that she wouldn’t be home that night for. For that reason the stuffed animal gained the name ‘Mily,’ as it was somewhat of a substitute for your mom, given the name was “Emily’ but without the E.

“Goodnight, Bug. How about we make pancakes in the morning?”

You grinned and nodded. “Can we make some for Mommy, too?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and you returned the smile.

You barely realised how tired you were. You were asleep the second the light went off, not knowing that that would be the last time you would ever see Angie alive, and also your last proper night sleep that wouldn’t be plagued by horrific nightmares.

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You felt a hand on your mouth before you even got a chance to open your eyes, which darted open straight away, you eyes were greeted by cold grey ones, a menacing glint in them.

Your scream was muffled by a man’s hand, that wasn’t Mark.

His hands were bloody, and so were his clothes, and to make matters worse the blood was now on your face too. But it wasn’t your blood, at least you didn’t think so. But you didn’t know who the hell it belonged to.

Ters sprung to your eyes as the man lifted you up into his arms, you were paralyzed in fear, but after a few seconds you started to kick and squirm.

“Sh sh shhhh, you’re alright.”

You sobbed in your kidnappers arms, what the hell was going on, this wasn’t a dream, it felt too real.

Your voice finally echoed throughout the house when your teeth sank into the man’s hand.

“PLEASE HELP M-”

“Behave or I’ll make you behave.” The man said a bit too calmly.

“MOMMY.”

“I said behave, dammit.” The window was opened now, you tried to scream again even though you knew it would be no use, nobody could hear you, there wasn’t any neighbours near the Brenner residence, the closest being about twenty yards away. The Brenners lived in the middle of the countryside.

“PLEASE I JUST WANT MY MOMMY!”

The man sighed darkly, heaving his leg out the widow. “I just killed your mommy, so be quiet for the love of god.”

You froze, you couldn’t say anything now. He killed Emily. He killed your mommy, You didn’t understand. Why did he kill your mommy?

You were frozen, the next thing you knew was that he was carrying you across the lawn over towards a car you had never seen before.

“Did you get her, Dad?”

“Yeah, open up the trunk and tell your mother to start the car, we gotta get out of here quick before anyone finds the bodies.” Bodies? “I know we just killed em, but you never know how long it’ll take for people to find em these days, with all the gadgets and all, it was so much easier back in my day and- BE QUIET!”

You sobbed even louder. You wanted your mommy, who you were just informed was dead.

“Heavens sake, hand me my handkerchief, Adam. I can’t listen to much more of her whining.”

The trunk of the car was opened by the boy before he dashed off to the front left to retrieve what you knew would be what was demanded by your captor.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered.

“You’re ok. You’ll learn. They always do.”

The handkerchief was stuffed into your mouth and even more tears threatened to fall.

“Sit tight.”

The door of the trunk slammed shut, leaving you in nothing but darkness.

You could hear people move around in the main part of the car. You could hear celebrations and praise, a woman's voice and the boys and most hauntingly you kidnapper’s. He sounded so normal, as if he hadn’t just kidnapped a kid.

You could still feel the blood that soaked your clothes. It disgusted you.

You tried to shift your legs but realised they were tied together, you repeated the same motion with your arms, but they too, were tied together.

The car started. You felt the urge to sob some more, but suppressed it because of the man in the front, afraid of what would happen if you annoyed him some more.

You just wanted your mommy.

What the hell was going on.

to be continued...

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hubristicassholefight · 5 months

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Swordswoman Showdown 3rd place

Camilla Hect (The Locked Tomb) vs Brienne of Tarth (A Song Of Ice and Fire)

(Better here in a "preferred character" sense, not "who would win in a fight")

Camilla art by @friendamedes, used with permission

Propaganda below cut

Cam

trained w a rapier & knives. practical. handsome. extremely efficient and capable.; she’s my boyfriend and I love her. Please vote for cam she is my life

Gideon Nav uses one very large sword in defiance of the expectation that a cavalier should use a rapier, but Camilla Hect instead uses two. Just as much defiance of social expectation, twice as many blades. The reveal of her specific brand of swordiness is the heart of one of the book's most iconic lines: "Cam? Go loud."; In the spirit of the laconic charm of the Warden's Hand I will simply say "Camilla's competent."

She prefers two short swords but has been know to wield a rapier and other such bladder instruments; She also loves to organize spreadsheets

Go loud.

Brienne

gets gifted a sword made with the rarest metal ever because she’s THAT good; she’s simply the best

Brienne is one of the top sword users alive in her day. She's descended from a man who's catchphrase was "I'm better with a sword." Better than what? You. Jaime Lannister. Loras Tyrell. Any five given guys at once. She has a fantastic sword that might be magic or cursed and is named Oathkeeper because that's what she does; I love her

Beat like 20 guys in a tournament when she was 19. Was given a magic sword. Won a sword fight against the premier swordsman in the realm. Very swordly; Very tall and strong. Holds her sword in high esteem. Accomplished with other weapons as well!

She's defeated multiple of the top knights in the series in duels. One such knight gifts her the fabergé egg of swords and she uses it to defend orphans and stuff. Got out of a bad betrothal by dueling him and beating his ass so bad she broke multiple bones. Honestly there's so much more she is the swordswoman of all time. to me; She's buff and ugly and 6' 5" and so honorable and kind that she inspires the guy who fucks his sister to yknow. stop doing that. literally gets mauled for the sake of protecting a bunch of orphans (with her sword). also she's 20 she should be at the club ‼️

One of the best sword wielders in Westeros, the author says he would pick her to defend him. Has a cool sword called Oathkeeper. Manages to go up against 7 fighters and take out most of them,. The only true knight; First off, talking about book brienne, they massacred show brienne, the show runners simply didn’t understand what she’s about.“ She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice” brienne had plenty of choice but she couldn’t leave people to die. The chivalric paradigm is rotten and corrupted, but here is Brienne, the one true knight, who isn’t even a actual knight! “knights are for killing”, but here is a knight who risks her life again and again to protect innocents! Bri IS hope, she is the light in the dark that shows that things can be better, things must be better. Fundamentally an idealist: “Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining”

#BRIENNE WON A MELEE WHEN SHE WAS 19 !!!!!#DONT LET HER LOSE

#MORE LOVE FOR BRIENNE#SHE FOUGHT A DAMN BEAR WITH A WOODEN SWORD#SHE AVENGED A MAN UNJUSTLY MAIMED#SHE PROTECTED CHILDREN AGAINST SEVEN MEN#NO CHANCE AND NO CHOICE

I'm going to put some propaganda for Brienne, because she deserves the world.

Some people have been quoting the "no chance, no choice" in the tags, but for those that don't know it comes from this scene:

...she could hear the faint clink of swords and mail from beneath their ragged cloaks. She counted them as they came. Two, four, six, seven. (...) Brienne sucked in her breath and drew Oathkeeper. Too many, she thought, with a start of fear, they are too many.(...) Brienne tried to keep the fear from her voice, but her mouth was dry as dust. The children, she thought. The door to the inn banged open. Willow stepped out into the rain, a crossbow in her hands. The girl was shouting at the riders, but a clap of thunder rolled across the yard, drowning out her words. As it faded, Brienne heard the man in the Hound’s helm say, “Loose a quarrel at me and I’ll shove that crossbow up your cunt and fuck you with it. Then I’ll pop your fucking eyes out and make you eat them.” The fury in the man’s voice drove Willow back a step, trembling. Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me.”

This is basically one of the most badass and awesome moments of the series... because here, Brienne is not guarding a King, vanquishing a great Evil Lord, or fighting a big glorious battle... this is an inn full of orphans being attacked by raiders, children whose lives really don't matter in the great scheme of things. If they were all to be killed, nobody powerful would really care, no history book would write their names.

The logical thing is to run away from there as fast as she could. And yet, Brienne decides to enter an unwinnable nightmarish battle (one where she gets her arm broken and her face eaten) because is the right thing to do. She is a true knight.

Because, in the dark pseudo-medieval world of Westeros, where the patriarchal martial system reigns supreme, there is no space for someone like Brienne, she herself said it best:

"You have a noble father who must surely love you. (...) I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield." "A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. (...) I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter."

And yet, despite being on the fringe of this society that doesn't accept nonconforming gender expression, despite not being able to be named knight, Brienne is still the embodiment of the ideal of knighthood. She is a true hero, who over and over decides to defend the innocents and do the right thing.

So yeah, my conclusion here is... I think she and kiku should kiss <3

#camilla hect #the locked tomb #brienne of tarth #a song of ice and fire #finals #round 6 #official #poll #swordswoman showdown

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