#readee insert

[a-spes]

So.. guess who is back with more thoughts about Wanda's really nice hands, and long nails?

Me.

I am the one who can't think about anything else but those perfect hands 🙆

You have many bad habits. You would bite your nails — or your lips, depending on your current mood — and skip meals sometimes. The woman hates that, but there is one bad habit of yours that she doesn't want to fix because she finds it absolutely endearing, and it is the way you are always avoiding her gaze.

She had quickly noticed that you were unable to hold eye contact with her for more than a few seconds, crumbling under a simple glance. She loves to slowly drag her index all the way up your neck until it finds a place under your chin. She loves to apply a slight pressure here, forcing you to tilt your head back until you have no choice but look at her, directly in the eyes. She loves the embarrassment she can read on your face.

—

Sometimes, you forget to think, and words you regret eventually fall past your pretty lips. Words that you do not mean, but would still get you in trouble with the woman — “Shut it, before you say something I'll make you regret,” she reprimands, and you can feel her nails slowly digging into your cheeks.

She is right. You don't want to suffer the consequences of your own actions, you were just craving for some of her attention. She has been so busy with her job lately that you've been feeling left out. Eventually, her thumb would find its way in your mouth, and you would just accept it.

“Isn't it what you wanted, honey? My whole attention? No, don't get shy now that you have it, and use your words to tell mommy what you want,” she teases, and suddenly you find yourself unable to speak — god, there is nothing she likes more than seeing how fast she can make you shut the fuck up and how quick she can turn you into her perfect, and obedient, little girl. One that would do anything she asks without thinking twice about it.

—

She does it on purpose, and you know it. The woman keeps pretending that she left these marks by accident, but you can see in her smile that she meant every one of them.

She loves them.

She loves to see those red crescents that decorate your skin. They are the reminder of who you are belonging to. They are the memory of the nights you've shared, and her not so gentle touches. Most of those are left when you try to squirm out of her grasp, when she has to dig her nails into your hips in order to keep you still while she ruins her precious baby.

—

That is something she loves to do, grabbing you by the hips whenever she is given the chance to. It is not her fault that you are looking so adorable that it gives her the urge to have her hands on your body, and to slowly draw pattern on your skin.

Most of the time, the woman would just sneak up behind you when you are busy, and you would have no idea that she was coming before you could feel her nails slightly digging into your skin and her soft breath brushing your neck.

[thedemises]

——— CLOUDHYMN MAGIC。 ★ dan heng.

note; og idea — this felt so awkward writing this.... i always write stuff from my perspective to get a sorta realistic and reasonable outcome(? does it make sense yet) but bro— :((

“where are you going?”

just as you had already stood up, dan heng was instantly alerted by the sudden emptiness from your spot of the shared bed. his eyelids threatening to close once again, he still had enough energy to look over his shoulder to gaze at your standing figure.

“uh, to get some water?” you respond, though it sounds uncertain as if you're answering to dan heng's question with another question. “I'm just somewhat thirsty,”

he simply stares at you for some second when a soft sigh escapes his lips, sitting up from his lying position and cups his palms together into the shape of bowl — eventually summoning in water, filling up the empty space of his palms using cloudhymn magic. you're not too surprised, considering dan heng is a part of the vidyadhara species; just disguising as a human to conceal his past.

you blink as he tells you, “you have to don't leave, just drink from my hand instead.” it was a rather blunt response but since it might as well just be a faster option to clench your thirst than getting up to go somewhere else to drink, you decide upon selecting the first one.

reluctantly, you sit back down on the mattress and lean in close to sip the water contained in dan heng's cupped hands — it's understandable since said water came from his cloudhymn magic (and I am unsure if whether or not this water is safe to drink or even have beneficial effects from what I read from the wiki, but let's say it's alright to drink for the sake of this plot for christ's sake—).

he quietly remained patient throughout the entire process as you drank from his hands. by the end, you had finished the water he provided using his cloudcry ability — your throat is noticeably much clearer from the uncomfortable dryness you felt before.

“better?” he enquires, lowering his hands down to his lap. to which you nod and wipe your mouth in the process. “the water tasted quite fine, thank you by the way,”

the way the corners of his lips quirk up expresses his slight contentment from your satisfied expression. he lays back against his pillow, and you follow suit moments later — the two of you lie comfortably together in bed, settling in for the night. you faintly hear dan heng murmur near your ear, "you're welcome. good night," just before you drift off to sleep.

you slept peacefully through the night, your throat clear and comforted by dan heng's presence by your side. for the first time in a while, everything felt just right.

© thedemises 2024. do not copy, steal, feed to ai, or claim as your own for my sake please. attempting to do any of those is just wrong.

[flowerscentedartist]

Error: I'm not jealous

Y/N: Yeah? What about the other day?

Error: I had every right to be! You held the door open and where all nice to that other person!

Y/N: Error, they where in a wheelchair. And the door hadn't any opening switch for weelchair users.

Error:

Error: Still

[moodymisty]

Hi! I am SO happy your requests are open again, could I Ask for Logan Grimnar x Reader!Inqusitor where she was sent as punishment to monitor Space Wolves and with time she warms up to them and starts having crush on Logan because of his charisma, and after few months they chill in his chambers as he casually mentions that he knows you are into him bc he can smell arousal of you whenever he is around which leads him to confess that he also has feelings for you and asks if you want to tame the Great Wolf? I'm sorry if its written so wonky but its my first ever request😭

Author's note: Sorry this is so short;;; I'm at my wits end with block and i saw this was your first request and really wanted to make sure you got SOMETHING;;

Relationships: Logan Grimnar/Fem!Reader

Warnings: A bit nsfw, a lime if you will ;3 but nothing else

'For a woman sent here on punishment, you've seemed quite pleased with the arrangement.'

'What do you mean by that?'

Grimnar had gotten a confused and a bit miffed expression thrown at him, after he had caught you alone.

He has a habit of doing it. You've presumed that the lucky foot charm attached to his belt actually has some sort of borderline heretical power; Or perhaps he's actively seeking you out to- with a word unfitting of him- pester you.

The old astartes laughed, a deep bellow that nearly hurt your ears and cast a weight in your belly that you hate to admit even existed. All astartes voices are deeper and heavier than most average men, and much louder. Grimnar however seemed ever heavier, and you could feel the way his voice weighed on your body.

'I think it would only be a dumb pup that wouldn't notice the way you smell when you watch me train my men.'

'Part of my duty involves obsv-'

You crossed your arms tight around your chest, as if trying to use them as an extra layer of armor against his words that's peeling it all away piece by piece far faster than you can withstand.

Heat blossomed on your neck, from anger or embarrassment you weren't sure, and your words came out harsher and less respectful that you perhaps intended.

He laughs again, though this time it's almost more like a snort than a full belly laugh. He was so unafraid to look you in the eyes, smirking down at you through the thick hair of his beard.

'Don't try that lie on me, little one.'

He took a step closer, lodging himself firmly in your personal space. You held firm and didn't give him an inch, attempting to hold together your cracking exterior. Your skin felt like it was on fire, boiling in your veins as your guts twisted in your stomach.

Grimnar reached up and with his gargantuan gauntlet grasped your jaw with a practiced gentleness, looking at you as if he could read your mind.

'If you want to tame a wolf, you can sure try. You're a smart girl.'

'I might be an old wolf, But I'm sure you'll be plenty satisfied once I'm finished.'

You've hated that he always calls you girl since first sight; It demeaned your stature, your position, your acomplishments. You also hate the way it hits you where it feels far too good and makes your knees want to buckle beneath you. Your gut felt like it's full of lead, count clenching around nothing as if already disobeying you and yearning for him like a bitch in heat.

[wildechildwrites]

Kensington Gore

Part 2 of Corn Syrup

John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader/Simon "Ghost" Riley (unrequited)

Word Count: 764

Warnings: 18+, noncon voyeurism, smut, angst

No use of Y/N

Summary: Short Partner Fic to Corn Syrup Ghost listens to you and Soap fuck because he's a little in love with the both of you.

A/N: I'm sorry for always making Ghost a weirdo, my instincts for him always go way dark lol and this time he's a sad weirdo so

AO3 Link: Kensington Gore

Fuck, he felt like a creep. He just worried about you, had even stood awkwardly in your hospital room, looking down at the tubes holding you together. All you could do was ask about Soap, staring up at him with sad eyes. He couldn’t blame you, the Scotsman was magnetic in a way not many people were, and Ghost couldn’t help but hate him for it, just a bit. How could you not love Johnny? He lit up every room he was in. Hell, Johnny even put up with Ghost's stupid jokes over the comms, and you knew that he always had your back.

But he'd seen your heart shatter in the gym, watched your eyes fill up with tears, and so he'd followed you, listening to your sobs through the doorway. He wanted to say something, to knock and throw out the perfect one liner, to say something the way Johnny would, but Ghost wasn’t good at that, so he just stayed, listening.

He'd lingered when Johnny showed up, tail between his legs. He'd slipped into the shadows, telling himself he was keeping an eye on things. You two fighting would divide the team, compromise missions. As your superior, he had a responsibility to monitor the situation.

He ran out of excuses when he heard Johnny start to fuck you.

The walls of the barracks were bloody thin, the uninsulated brick doing nothing to drown out the noise. That was the real issue, not the fact that Ghost was creeping closer, leaning against the door to your room, his breathing as slow and steady as when he lined up a shot.

Simon lets his eyes slip closed, imagining Johnny sinking into you, stuffing you full of cock. He wanted to see, wanted to watch your pretty face contort as he listened to Soap mumble to you through the wall. He could feel himself getting hard. He knows he should leave, that he should go back to his room and give you two some privacy. Instead, Ghost presses his forehead against the door, and slowly undoes his fly.

Of course, you had to be a crier. Ghost imagined you whimpering and scratching at his chest, tears running down your pretty face as he forced you to take everything. A strangled gasp from inside the room, "It's too big!" And his knees nearly buckle. He pulls his cock out and spits in his palm. Stroking himself, trying to match the erratic pace Johnny was setting, the sound of slapping skin through the door driving him on.

He wondered if you'd let him watch. He knew Soap was a showoff, had walked in on Johnny once, sprawled out on a tiny bed in a safe house, hand around his cock, his head tilted back, eyes closed as he lazily stroked himself. Ghost had stood in the doorway, watching his Sergeant's Adam’s apple bob up and down.

"Have ya got a joke for this one?" Soap had asked, his eyes still shut.

You were so shy though, so easily intimidated, he could imagine you blushing and avoiding his eyes. He'd drag you into his lap, make Soap take you from behind as he held you to his chest, watching your facial expressions, listening to you whimper and moan.

Ghost gripped his cock harder at the thought of your glittery eyes staring at him. He’d grab your hair, just mean enough to make you gasp, make you part those pretty lips for him. He could tell you were close by the noises coming through the door, could imagine your pretty pussy being filled with Soap's cum. He wondered if you’d let him eat you out after Johnny was done fucking you, let him clean you up and make you cream on his face, whining and squealing at the overstimulation. He could imagine Johnny watching, cock still slick with you, his expression lazy but heated.

He came soundlessly, eyes closed tightly, holding onto the image of you sitting on his face, of Soap’s watchful eyes. His hips stutter forward, hands stumbling to catch his release. The noises on the other side of the door have stopped, and regret and shame hit Ghost as the haze clears. He zips his pants up and quietly moves away, heading back to his room. When he’s safe behind closed doors, he strips, not bothering to turn on the light. He leaves the mask on tonight, climbs into bed sticky. Thinks of you and Soap, intertwined.

That night he dreams of warmth and tender hands. He wakes up in his cold bed, alone.

[sapphire-weapon]

Not reader anon but as a reader-insert enjoyer… yeah. Think the problem stems from the fact a solid majority of us got into fanfic/readee inserts from wattpad.. which… its a special sort of hell when it comes to grammar over there

Like honestly i think most of us dgaf atp lol, the fic can be shit, but hey its a dun read either way who cares 😭🤷‍♀️

it ain't gotta be like this

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Do you like Stray Kids and Ateez, and do you like reading readee inserts of said groups?

Boy oh boy, I made a side blog to write and post for them! Check it out at @fivestar-outlaw !! I'll be posting their relatively soonish I hope.

[zodiyack]

Bonnie meeting Ellie for the first time 🥺😩

He fell in love with one Shelby, then another ❤️

I'm gonna add a little twist, but its still cute nonetheless

Fic below the cut

Bonnie was instructed to wait outside by Y/n, left with the knowledge that she was supposedly just grabbing something really quick before she were to meet him outside again. His curiosity got the best of him, however, when she hadn't returned for a good twenty minutes. He pushed open the door lightly and poked his head into the Shelby home. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and no one appeared to be in the room, so he pursued his quest in finding Y/n.

"Y/n?" He made himself known as he looked around, deciding it was ultimately best to wait in the sitting room rather than snoop elsewhere. "Y/N, love, are you ready?"

He earned a reply, yet, not quite the one he was expecting.

"Mummy's busy."

Bonnie whipped his hear around, then down to meet the eyes of a small girl. "Well, whatever might your name be?"

"Elizabeth Shelby." She struggled only slightly to get the words out, her tiny voice chipper yet soft. "Do you know mummy?"

"...Is Y/N your mummy?" The girl nodded. "Then yes, I do know your mummy. She and I are supposed to go have dinner soon, but as you said, she's busy."

"You can play with me 'til mummy is no busy!" Bonnie chuckled and nodded, accepting the invitation of the small bundle of joy beaming up at him.

So they played, Ellie showing him her favorite books and toys, requesting that he read to her, then play, then read, and the cycle went on. Y/N took some more time, but it didn't matter to Bonnie, as time seemed to fly as he played with the mini-her. Pretty soon, he found himself in the arm chair across the fire, quite drowsy, with little Ellie sat in his lap, drooling away to Dreamland. He wanted to the same, but the only thing that kept him from doing so was knowing he had to wait for Y/N.

Just as he thought his droopy eyes would betray him, a door atop the staircase clicked open. "I'm so sorry for taking so long, I- Oh." Y/N paused, a smile slipping upon her face at the sight. "I see you've met Ellie."

[soobnny]

TWITCH RIVALS

chapter 21 — send me 20k

☆.｡.:* nothing is worse than getting paired up with a stranger for twitch rivals 2022, except maybe being matched with your very competitive ex boyfriend park sunghoon.

note: this is 100% inspired from fuslie and ramee’s gta rp moment that i found so funny

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[herstarburststories]

I'd die for you, come kill me

Kinktober Day 11: restrained

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

A/N: This one goes for my good friend followers celebration. So happy for your milestone, @msmarvelouswinchester! Divider by @talesmaniac89.

@stillintheimpala said: i have a fic idea. demon!dean stuck in a chair on handcuffed to a bed with those demon proof handcuffs. he's completely at your mercy. you get to dom him. (I put ropes instead of handcuffs because of the gif)

Prompt: Remember how I said I'd die for you.

Warnings: angry sex, p in v, riding, restraints, power play, smangst, angst, kind of hopefully ending (?), demon!dean acts like demon!dean

“Where is he?”

Sam sucked in a breath, moving his shoulder uncomfortably as he straightened his posture. The youngest Winchester's features contorted into a grimace, and you couldn't tell if it was because of the look on your face or him jarring his dislocated arm. “He's in the dungeon, but Y/N-”

“He isn't himself. I know that. Kinda noticed when he threw me against the wall and said he couldn't wait to rip my throat out with his teeth.” You gave Sam a humorless grin before you gestured to the wound on your shoulder. “This is a good reminder as well.”

“We'll cure him.” Sammy nodded at you, wrapping his words with faith and determination; he was always a believer.

You arched your eyebrows. “Then what are you waiting for?”

You two were still standing in the living room as Dean's howl rushed through the air. He sounded more like a beast than a man, yet he was smack dab in the middle of those polarized states. He was human enough to know where to strike and animal enough to relish in the attack.

Sam's gaze softened on yours.

“I know he hurt you. He hurt both of us, but Dean is my brother. I can do it alone. You don't need to-”

“Sam, he ran away once, and you just got your arm yanked out of your socket. You won't be able to fight him. You need backup,” you interrupted him. Despite your conclusion being completely rational, there was more to it than that, but Sam didn't need to know about it yet. “Besides, it's Dean.”

The hunter glanced at you. Gentle eyes watching your jaw harden, he pressed his lips together and nodded. “Okay.”

Dean's demonic self had been throwing insults like a man feeding his dog shattered glass. He was full of them, not caring about hiding his satisfaction when he hits yours and Sam's weak spots.

A couple of seconds ago, he had called you an easy pussy that saved him the job of having to go out and get some. That display rewarded him with a thicker needle that pierced much deeper than it needed to. The pure human blood spread into his veins as a holy wash, like soap over a flesh wound. Dean growled in pain and went quiet for a while.

Your eyes abandoned the demon for once, directed now to his brother. Sam's earthy brown eyes were drawn in concern, mouth sketched into a frown. His healthy arm was onto his shoulder, obviously physically hurting.

“Sam, go. I can do it. It’s just two more needles. He'll probably pass out once it's done,” you pleaded in an attempt to catch Sam's rational side that always saw the order in chaos. His hazel orbs settled on you, and you knew he didn't want to leave his brother. You can't blame him for that. You didn’t either, but if Dean was in his right mind, he'd want that. And you needed some time alone with this demon version of your boyfriend. “Please.”

You didn’t know if it was something in your cracking voice or if the fact his brother regaining control meant he’d have even harsher words to spit, but when the tall man’s eyes swept from you to his brother and back, he sighed. In that moment, you knew he accepted it. 

“If he doesn't pass out…”

“I call you right away. Don't worry, and please take some meds for your pain.” You offered some tenderness to him in the middle of the violence through a lovingly smile. In a matter of seconds, the only traces of Sammy in the room were the boot-clad clamor of his footsteps growing quieter and quieter.

“Now you have me all to yourself, sweetheart. What are you planning to do?”

The lopsided grin was still attached to his face, and those were still his teeth. Still, something about Dean's smile made you want to rip him apart with your nails. How did he let this happen? How did the situation escalate like this? How did everything get so bad so fast?

“Shut up,” you hissed through your teeth, boots clicking on the floor as you approached him. Dean glanced at you shamelessly; the pretty little bruise on your skin proving that he had succeeded in breaking you. It twisted his guts in both good and bad ways — the bittersweet contradiction among lovers. 

“Feisty, huh? I always liked that on you. Who would guess that you were a bottom in bed?” Dean appeared to find your fury entertaining as if he relished any emotion he could instigate inside you.

“I said shut up.”

“Or what? You are gonna sting me with a flimsy syringe needle like I did to you with my cock? Go ahead, sweetheart.”

The idiotic nickname burned your insides. As your and Dean's relationship got more serious, he'd stop calling you that. You weren't just a fling or a woman he'd leave the next day, and the Winchester only called you that either sarcastically or during an argument now. Was this how the demon saw you? Just another sweetheart?

Dean smirked at your quietude, poking the bear once again. “What? Demon got that smart tongue of yours? It's embarrassing, really. You get all worked up, pretending to be that tough gal, but you can't hurt me. You didn't even fight back when I tried to kill you. How weak is that? You’ve always been a liability. Just another woman I had to protect to get inside her.”

You warned him, the words coming out more like a groan than anything else: “Shut up!”

Yet, Dean persisted. He had discovered your weakness, and he couldn't wait to see how much you could take. You'd end up giving in to him, thrashing headfirst into a fight, and he'd escape again. The demon was counting on that. “A waste of time, really. At least you had a nice pussy, but I scratched it open. It's useless now, just like you.”

The dismissal in his words laced with the cynical chuckle that left his mouth made you hit your breaking point. 

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You grabbed a syringe and stung Dean like a scorpion, right in the jugular. He wanted to set you on fire? Good, you'd make sure he got burnt too. “I said I'd die for you. Remember how I said I'd die for you? And you tried to kill me.” You grunted, throwing the empty needle away. Dean's normally forest green eyes went black as howls of outrage escaped his mouth. The blood of saints that coursed through his body was a good way to either turn the beast into a man again or kill him completely. Knowing this, he screamed and struggled in the chair, as desperate as a rat stuck in a mousetrap. It made you doubt the cure. Perhaps a good thing couldn't save him now, the whispers of sulfur that colored his heart black too intrinsic to eradicate without killing the host. You couldn't bring yourself to care about it now. The demon was suffering, and he deserved it. You wanted your own hurt ricochet back to where it came from: him. “Now you are sitting there talking about me like I'm your bitch or something like that, but I'm not. I can take care of myself, and I don't need you. I chose to stay here.”

Dean blinked, and suddenly everything was in place again. His face softened like it usually did when you two were alone, and an actual smile conquered his features. All the oxygen in your body caught in your throat.

“You're right. You are a strong, independent woman, and I should feel lucky to get myself a keeper like you.” His voice filled the dungeon with light-hearted relief. Your cheeks were hurting as you scooted closer to him. “I missed you so much.”

He was saying all you wanted to tell him the minute he left. Your eyes got glossy, and you threw yourself on his lap, clutching to him like devout patron to her bible. Dean was here. He came back to you.

A quiet gasp of praise left your mouth: “Dean-”

He interrupted whatever you were about to say, replacing your words with a kiss. A sweet one — sweeter than anything you might imagine. It was the kind of kiss shared for two lovers in the dark, recognizing each other’s bodies by touch alone. You, of course, allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of belonging. You shouldn't have. You should never just jump into someone, or you might drown. It's hard to find corpses in a black river.

Yet, your soul was tied to the righteous sinner, so you kept pressing your lips to his while he devoured your mouth softly.

“Sammy doesn't understand, Y/N,” he said. When he pulled away, you nuzzled into his neck. The heated tang to his murmured sentiments remained there, but his voice, less gruff than usual, fooled you. “I finally don't have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I'm free. I never thought I'd be happy after that night…” Dean wore the façade, even gulping at the thought. He didn't know if it was because the human blood was slowly coursing into the core of his being, but he wouldn't waste time on it. “But I can now. We can run away together, leave Sam behind. Just me and you.”

What did you expect? He was a demon. The blame was on you for expecting repentance from the ashes of hellfire. This isn't a fairytale where the hero suddenly is hit by true love and everything is solved with the ultimate kiss. This is a hunter’s tale, and there's just one ending for those stories: the prey dying.

You lifted your head. “Dean would never leave Sam behind.”

Dean burst into laughter as if your hope was some sort of funny joke. He adjusted his hips in the chair, smirking at you with cruelty.

“Bet it almost got you. I could see your eyes shining with hope. You were ready to get on your knees and suck my cock. You’d be screaming Dean, Dean, Dean, and inevitably fall for some stupid lies.” He shook his head with disappointment. “You're too easy, Y/N.”

“Who do you think you are?” The indignancy in your tone only drew a malicious grin out of Dean. This was too good. He could feel his cock hardened in his pants. He might fuck you before killing you only to make good use of his time.

“I'm a demon. What about you? Oh, wait! I know the answer to that one.” He licked his lips, savoring the moment. “You're a little-”

Smack.

The palm of your hand met Dean's cheek harshly, transferring some of your anger into a red mark on his right cheek. The eldest Winchester's head was tilted to the side from the impact. He clenched his jaw before turning his glare at you, eyes back in black as he spoke: “You shouldn't have done that.”

Every syllable that left his tongue was imbued with a threatening crimson rage, but you didn't care. Not now.

You weren't scared of him.

“You shouldn't be a demon, but here we are,” you remarked, summoning a smarmy leer and wearing it like one of his flannels. “Shut up. I know you're not my Dean. You are just all he hates in himself wrapped with his skin. You're disgusting, cruel, and selfish.” It didn’t make any sense for your body to be as heated up as it was, but it was. And Dean didn’t care. Fuck him. “You’ve spent so long aiming at our Achilles’ heel that you forgot you have yours too. Stupid.” You chortled, grinding your hips on his. At this point, both your panties and emotional stability were ruined. “Look at you, all hard for the girl basically torturing you with poison, huh?”

“You-” He attempted to speak, to put you down so he can climb over you. You stopped him with a hand inside his pants.

“Language, Dean,” you groaned at him. It wasn't unusual for you and Dean to blow off some steam with sex, either after a fight or a hunt, but, this? It’s a whole new level of fucked. Yet somehow, your pussy didn't seem to mind, and neither did his cock. You got his length free, and his stiffened cock slapped his clothed belly. “I don't wanna hear something that makes me angry because if I get mad, then I won't let you come inside my pretty pussy. Understood?”

He groaned in response, trying to move his hands to show you who the real alpha was here, but the rope kept him in place. Silence lanced through the air because you knew you didn't want to waste time on something as exciting as foreplay; he did not deserve that, and you didn't want this. You just lifted your red skirt and slid your panties to the side. Your pussy swallowed his cock painfully slow.

The demon that ate your lover didn't offer mumbled protests at the fact you were still wearing clothes. Your Dean always tried to get any piece of fabric away because he liked to see all of you. This Dean, though, gulped and glared at you. Pleasure flushed his cheeks only he can’t deny the physical pleasure. It’s clear that, even as a demon, he could never reject the carnal appeal of your body and your sweet, soaked pussy. Hands pinned behind his back with the restraints, you two in the middle of a big demon symbols on the ground, he was completely at your mercy. He was helpless.

Dean bucked his hips to get all of his hardness inside you right way, to show both you and himself that he still had the power here. You barely blinked before moving your hips up, restricting him further entrance into your cunt. Dean was always eager when it came to sex, but you knew this wasn't about just fucking you anymore. You were in control.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you murmured in an increasingly sultry bite: “I'm the one making the rules here. Take it or leave it.”

“Fucking a demon? That's why you told Sammy to go with all the crap about caring for his arm?” the former hunter remarked. You and he both knew Dean wouldn't — couldn’t, not with half his cock being squeezed by your tightness — leave your pussy, but he still very much had the capacity to bite.

“Unlike you, I worry about the people I love.”

“I don't love,” he snarled, watching you swallow the malcontented lump in your throat. “Hear that? I don't love you.”

“Then at least be useful and fuck me,” you groaned, finally resting wholly in his lap with all of his dick inside of you. Dean whimpered, overthrown by the sensation of your heady tightness encompassing his cock. He tried to break free again, starved to grab your thighs, your ass, any part of you he could get his hands on, but the rope limited his range of motion. The raw polyester and nylon mix around his wrists was a contrast to the warmth of his lap. His eyes closed, blinking only back into wakeful blackness because of your promise disguised as a hissed threat: “No, forget it. I'll be the one fucking you.”

There was something delightfully mercurial about the way you rode Dean. The dungeon once filled by his pained screams had now become the perfect studio for your flexing thighs slapping against his, your breathless moans camouflaging the raw hurt of your heart, and the unique sound of Dean's cock sunk to impossible degrees inside your needy cunt. He leaned in for more.

This was no longer about the sexual release for him. It was for the tiny part of Dean that always craved an order to follow. It was the small piece of him that craved carrying the weight of responsibility heavy on his back like the burden Atlas had to bear. It was the liberation of the heavy chains that held him down since he was a child, even if his hands were — appropriately enough — tied behind his back. As a demon, he didn’t have to worry, and neither did he when submissive to you. For you, it was expelling your revenge on this devilish version of the man you loved. He had it coming.

“I hate you. I hate having to save you. I hate caring about you.” You huffed, nails sinking in his clothed shoulder. The ghost of your touch was enough to make his dick twitch inside you. Tears brimmed in your eyes as the goosebumps rose your spine, and every time you sunk on his cock brought you closer to collapse. All Dean did was to praise your name with a moan. “I hate how good you feel inside me.” You sobbed, increasing your rhythmic and going fast and rougher on his cock. Your walls were tightening around his dick. Your untouched clit rubbed against the fabric, but it didn't matter. This wasn't about pleasure. “I hate that it’s you and not him.” That's not my Dean.

That caught his attention. Dean’s shoulders grew rigid. He was ready to catch a glimpse of warring emotions of hatred and disgust on your face, but he wasn't prepared for the crushingly forlorn refraction of loss and dispair he found there. 

The knight of hell should feel satisfied. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? Destroying you, turning the woman the human version of himself loved into a walking catastrophe so you wouldn't dare bring him back.

Apparently, the priorities changed. Maybe the blood was really effective, slowly disintegrating his armor into flesh again. It was the only explanation for all the humanly emotions he was experiencing.

Dean felt the conflict building as if hurting you was physically tearing him apart. His eyes contracted into livid green again, shining like the moon with tears he didn't dare drop. He was still a demon, bratty heart or not.

Yet, there was only so far a man could control himself. His lips were treacherous for your name, echoed more like a plea than anything: “Y/N-”

“Shut up! I don't wanna hear your voice. You said I'm your little bitch, nothing but a whore to you, huh? Guess what, asshole. You are my bitch now, and you’re gonna like it.” The little monster in you hummed happily to your authority, glad to finally punish someone for the incitement of agony inside your guts. You closed your eyes, riding Dean ferociously.

Dean Winchester might have been a cage to your feelings, but at least it was golden.

You said you'd be here. You said you wouldn't leave me. Your thoughts corroded your wearied heart as you tried to fuck them away with Dean's weeping cock. You could feel he was close, and you were constantly hitting your G-spot with eagerness, your sweat and harrowed feelings gushing over. You said I didn't need to leave. You said we'd find a way through this. You lied, you lied, you lied. 

I trusted you, and you destroyed me. You hurt me and Sam, and I can't even blame you for it. He knew all your enemies started out as friends. He knew how much it would hurt you if he got the mark. He knew how it would break you if he said those words, demon or not. And you know you can't put this blame on Dean’s shoulders, but you were suffocating and needed fresh air. The sacrificial game wasn’t always a virtuous act. So, you dropped yourself down hard, appreciating the way his cock hit the right spot over and over again. It forced your body to feel good despite your restless mind. I hate you. You made me go crazy. And I miss you.

What was the saying? Man makes the promise, and the demon makes him break it.

Dean's fixated you. He wanted to get free of his cuffs and cup your cheeks, see you lean into his touch so he could wipe away the tears that started to fall and haven't stopped in minutes. He wanted to tell you he was here, not completely, but he was here. He wanted to apologize and make it better, but he didn't. His white skin was burning red because of how hard he was trying to move his hands, hair moving by your movements and his. The semi-human groaned like the remainder of the beast clutching his strings when he hit his orgasm and spread his seed inside you. You whined like a broken toy as you came all over his cock.

It felt good, for a while. It was nice, feeling good.

You stayed there a little more, gaining control over yourself while he softened inside of you. Dean was doing the same in an attempt to stifle his human emotions from surfacing. He wasn't going to be weak anymore. He couldn't be because for once in his life, he hadn’t hated himself. 

You coughed, using the chair to hoist yourself to your feet. His cum dripped from your pussy, dampening his still-clothed thigh. You sniffed, grimacing a little when you noticed that your face wasn't wet with sweat. You’d been crying. 

That only made you madder at yourself.

“Fuck it,” you groaned, putting his dick back into his pants before zipping him up.

Dean smirked in a final attempt to turn the table and get on your nerves again. “That's what we just did.”

You didn't waste more of your heart on him. Taking the last needle, you sunk the devil into his sharp skin and pressed the plunger with all the fervor of pulling a gun's trigger. He screamed like the rush of humanity flowing into him was a shot to the heart.

Your legs were trembling when you threw the object away and hugged yourself, focused on Dean's fragile body in front of you. 

He looked down, eyes shutting a few times as if he was waking up before lifting his head to look at you. 

“Y/N?” His voice was back to its gruff drag, but it was carrying a strand of vulnerability and care that he had only ever directed at you. Dean frowned, confusedly watching you and the place around you both, not to mention himself. “Y/N, what happened?”

He didn't remember anything. He didn't remember the terrible things he’d done. He didn't remember the words said.

You gulped, the back of your hand pressed against your wet cheeks. “I'm going to get Sam.”

The demon may have gotten teary-eyed, but the human Dean was the one letting the tears slide down his cheeks as you turned around and left, almost running to get away from him. He didn't even know why.

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[keiyoomi]

one year | s. eita × reader

details: 450 words | unedited | angst (uh, kinda?)

note: a bit rusty, but let me know what you think!

Your hands trembled as you hold onto the small, rectangular plastic in your hand. After one year of trying your best, you’ve finally acquired your driver’s license.

“Finally?”

Your body stiffened as soon as you heard his beautiful voice. If this happened one year ago, you would’ve run towards him with the warmest hug you could ever offer.

One year ago when he was still—

“I’m happy for you!”

—yours.

Eita looked at you with shaky eyes before rubbing the back of his neck—a gesture he usually do when he’s in a pinch.

“Ayako, they’re not fond of physical affection,” he pointed out before his girlfriend could ever embrace you. “Maybe we should leave her alone tonight. To give her some alone time.”

Ayako’s shoulders dropped while looking at you. “Fine. But let me treat you tomorrow! Don’t decline!” Her eyes twinkled while clapping with excitement. “I knew you’d nail it!”

A bittersweet memory flashed in your mind upon hearing that phrase.

“You can still do it next time. You don’t have to rush.” Eita whispered while rubbing your cheek with his calloused finger—a remarkable feature he attained after working hard to improve his craft. “Miyagi will still be there.”

“I’ll try again.”

“I’m sure you’ll nail it.”

You looked up at him with admiration in your eyes. “Thank you, Ei. I’ll do my best.”

But within that one year span, a lot of things happened.

He fell out of love.

“Are you sure we should leave her by herself?”

Tears spilled from your eyes as you recall the days you’ve shared with him. Including the promise that you can no longer fulfill. A promise that other woman fulfilled in your place.

You met his gaze, one that you saw the day he confessed that he fell out of love. “Yes.”

“Okay.” Ayako offered a smile before bidding a brief farewell. “I’ll start the car,” she said as she took the key from his hand before leaving you alone with each other.

Eita rubbed his hands against his denim pants. “I’m happy for you,” he began while awkwardly standing near his room. “I knew you can do it.”

He tried to strike a conversation, but you refused to say anything to him. Afraid of breaking down in front of the man who used to shower you with love and encouragement; the man who broke your heart.

“I-I’ll. . .” He cleared his throat before sighing heavily. You immediately turned your head towards him when he called you by the nickname he used to call you. “. . .I’m sorry. For everything.”

Your gaze followed him until he reached the door. Then, he turned his head with a smile. “And thank you.”

If you could only turn back the time.

[phoenixisdabestwriter]

Writing Prompt 458

You took off your crimson red cloak and put it on the empty chair, adjusting your scarlet red gloves.

"Hello, hello." (Villain) said, walking up to you with their hands behind their back. "You must be Crimson. A pleasure to meet you."

"I'm only here on behalf of Sunshine since they're sick." You stated, picking up the black briefcase. "Here is the payment. Now where's the file?"

"Not to worry, I have it right here." (Villain) said, bringing their hand in front of them.

In it was a simple file marked with several random numbers. You set the briefcase onto the table before swiping the file out of their hands.

"A pleasure doing business with ya." (Villain) said, opening the briefcase, eyes widening at the amount of jewels they saw.

"Likewise." You replied, opening the file and skimming through it, smirking.

"Holy shit, how did Sunshine procure this many jewels?"

"I did. They asked me for a favor and I obliged since I owe them. I have a special set of talents." You said, carefully putting it away in your dark red backpack.

You grabbed your cloak, looking up at the bright blue cloudless sky before putting it on. As you slung your backpack over your shoulders, (Villain) closed the briefcase shut.

"See ya later, doll." You sang, skipping out of the park.

(Villain) looked up abruptly, swiveling their heads to see you far away.

"Well that's new."

[beechbloom]

Elooo!! Love ur blog and the aesthetic of it all! Wondering if u could do headcanons for Mirio dating reader who also works at Sir Nighteye’s agency and how would Sir Nighteye react to their PDA?

Oh thank you! Of course!

In all honesty I found this request pretty interesting and was excited to write it. Thank you for requesting it!

Mirio LOVES having you work with him at Sir Nighteye’s agency

He doesn’t really have a lot of time to see people between work studies and schoolwork so it’s just really convenient??

Plus, it’s another reason to be excited to go to the agency

He knows he will get to see you there

Tbh at first Sir Nighteye would definitely view it as a distraction

He will catch Mirio lovingly staring at you while he’s trying to explain something to you both

It will just really irk him because not only does it feel like Mirio is not paying attention, it’s also distracting to Sir Nighteye

If you hold hands or kiss or anything like that while at the agency he will just silently glare at you both because this isn’t the place for that

He’d definitely lecture the both of you

“I am not saying that you can not be in a relationship, however, you have to understand that you cannot be a distraction to each other or anyone else here while doing so. You are here to work, to learn, not to be infatuated with one another.”

“Ah, sorry. I guess we haven’t really been the best when it comes to that. We’ll definitely try and do better from now on though! Right, s/o? Thank you for telling us about this, Sir.”

After a while Sir Nighteye can’t help but soften a little

Particularly after Mirio starts telling him how amazing you are one day while you’re away

“They’re just,, always there, you know? And they make me so happy. I’m always so excited to come here because I know I’ll be able to see them. They make everything easier. I’m so happy they decided to pick me out of the many other people they could have been with. I feel so lucky.”

He’ll see how happy you make Mirio

He’ll see how you and Mirio always smile and laugh together, how you both inspire each other to do better and genuinely care about one another

After a while he will start to accept it

Even if it can be a bit of a distraction every now and then

As long as you’re both happy

And can still do your work properly.

Mirio LOVES having you work with him at Sir Nighteye’s agency

He doesn’t really have a lot of time to see people between work studies and schoolwork so it’s just really convenient??

Plus, it’s another reason to be excited to go to the agency

He knows he will get to see you there

Tbh at first Sir Nighteye would definitely view it as a distraction

He will catch Mirio lovingly staring at you while he’s trying to explain something to you both

It will just really irk him because not only does it feel like Mirio is not paying attention, it’s also distracting to Sir Nighteye

If you hold hands or kiss or anything like that while at the agency he will just silently glare at you both because this isn’t the place for that

He’d definitely lecture the both of you

“I am not saying that you can not be in a relationship, however, you have to understand that you cannot be a distraction to each other or anyone else here while doing so. You are here to work, to learn, not to be infatuated with one another.”

“Ah, sorry. I guess we haven’t really been the best when it comes to that. We’ll definitely try and do better from now on though! Right, s/o? Thank you for telling us about this, Sir.”

After a while Sir Nighteye can’t help but soften a little

Particularly after Mirio starts telling him how amazing you are one day while you’re away

“They’re just,, always there, you know? And they make me so happy. I’m always so excited to come here because I know I’ll be able to see them. They make everything easier. I’m so happy they decided to pick me out of the many other people they could have been with. I feel so lucky.”

He’ll see how happy you make Mirio

He’ll see how you and Mirio always smile and laugh together, how you both inspire each other to do better and genuinely care about one another

After a while he will start to accept it

Even if it can be a bit of a distraction every now and then

As long as you’re both happy

And can still do your work properly.

[hot-wiings]

Requested: @jupiters-alien

A/N: Just a reminder. If you don't specify if you want Drabble, Head Canon, etc. I will pick myself. This kinda gave me Drabble vibes.

[Edited: 5-1-19]

You had just gotten home. You barely had time to fully open the door to Shigaraki and your shared apartment, before he's launched himself on you.

"Whoa, at least help me put the groceries away first."

"But I want a hug first."

"Groceries."

Grumbling agitatedly, he grabbed the bags and helps put them away. You give him a small peck on the cheek. He pouted unsatisfied.

You start cooking dinner when he wraps his arms around you.

"Mmm. Hi there."

You say while turning your head to kiss him. He deepens the kiss. Licking your lip and asking for entrance. You decide to tease him a little and pull away.

"Baby, I have to cook dinner."

"OR, you can be dinner."

He lifts you over his shoulder.

"Shig put me down now. Right now."

"Nope, I'm feeling a bit neglected, you need to fix that."

"Mhmm, take out food and a rental movie?"

"The movie has to be about Villians."

"Anything, for you, my clingy baby."

[youngcroissantturkeyworribler]

Pulling a 'the quickest way to a person's heart is through their stomach' approach is the best there is.

Pulling the pottery scene from Ghost but with cutting veggies is just *chiefs kiss* and Eliot is a chief I'd like to kiss.

Honestly, deflecting, thinking the other is joking, and denyle is my go-to route. So is the saying, "You deserve someone better than me."

Hand Kiss!!! Yes! Date me like you're trying to court me! Swoon. Just swoon!

Rough hands cupping my face to kiss!🥺

Gentle yet desperate kiss in the beginning that ends up slowing down with deeper passion! I'm just over here waiting for a dip!

AaAAaAaAaaAAA!!! So good!

What You Want the Most

Plot: Forgetting it's Valentines Day, you end up with Eliot at HQ cooking dinner together. As you spend the evening together, the tension between you builds to a breaking point.

Prompts: 'A and B end up spending Valentines together even though they aren't a couple (but they do have crushes on each other)' + 'Cooking dinner together'

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader *Use of Y/n a few times

Requested By: @spuffyfan394 and @youngcroissantturkeyworribler (2nd prompt was requested by both of you)

Warnings: Kissing towards the end. Mention of "drinks" but no alcohol specifically is mentioned.

Words: 2k

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Walking into Leverage HQ, you looked around expecting to see the others littered around the room, talking, arguing, or playing games. But instead you were met with silence.

You lingered in the entrance, confused for a moment, before you heard a clatter coming from the kitchen. Walking closer and peering in, you saw Eliot and felt your heart jump a bit.

"Eliot?" You called out, watching as his eyes quickly shot towards you.

His mildly defensive demeanor quickly faded as a smile crossed his face "Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You smiled and shrugged as you leaned on the counter nearby "I came over to see what was up, since I haven't heard from anyone. I wasn't expecting everyone to be gone, what's going on?"

Eliot paused as he peered at you for a moment, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You rose your brow "What?"

"You do know what today is don't you?"

You blinked a couple times as you tried to remember if anything special was happening. He smiled a bit more as he crossed his arms.

"Give me a hint?" You said with a smile and he chuckled

He shook his head with a laugh "It's Valentines Day."

You opened your mouth in realization as you tilted your head back "Ohh, right, forgot about that." You laughed softly at yourself as you scratched your head.

"Clearly" He chuckled "Though I'm surprised you didn't have plans." His voice seemed to change as he said that, and you couldn't help but notice.

"Why's that?" You asked curiously.

He peered over at you as he continued to take out a few dishes "Aren't you seeing someone, that guy...Chuck?"

"Chris?" You asked with a laugh before you shook your head "No, couldn't get over the fact that he doesn't like Queen." You said with an obvious note of sarcasm.

"Well, that is a good reason." He said with a soft laugh.

You smiled as you stared down at the ground "No, I just didn't feel it, he's not right for me."

'He's not you.' The thought ran through your head.

Eliot looked over at you "Well I wasn't gonna say it." He said with a soft tone, making you smile as you looked over at him.

'Good' he couldn't help but think, he hated the idea of you with someone else.

He cleared his throat as he threw a towel over his shoulder "You hungry?"

You looked down at the ingredients he had laid across the counter. "I could eat."

He motioned his head for you to come closer "Good, you can help."

You smiled as you walked over, your heart fluttering in your chest. You weren't expecting to suddenly be spending Valentines Day with Eliot, but it was the best thing that could of happened.

Eliot slid the vegetables over to you on the cutting board "Julienne" he said before he moved over to the stove.

You started to wash everything as you peeked over at him "So, why aren't you doing anything tonight?"

You saw a smile cross his face as he shook his head as he looked over at you "I am." He motioned to the kitchen "We're cooking dinner together aren't we?"

You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face, and you hoped that the obvious heat crawling up your neck and face was not obvious.

He didn't look at you long and you were glad, you feared your feelings would be to obvious if he kept looking.

Going back to the cutting board, your heart was a mess in your chest as you thought about it more. You had feelings for Eliot, you had for a long time now. And now, you were cooking dinner together on Valentines Day, sure it wan't intentional and it just kind of happened, but it was still making you nervous.

As you stared down at the vegetables, you paused 'Julienne' you knew what that was, so why was your mind blank?

Eliot glanced over at you, seeing you staring down at the vegetables with a blank stare. He smiled to himself before he walked over and spoke softly obviously catching you off guard.

"Did you forget what a julienne cut is?"

You side-eyed him "No."

He rose one brown as you sighed.

"Yes."

He chuckled as he moved behind you. You felt your breath catch as your whole boy froze. You felt him right behind you, chest gently pressed against your back as his hands came around from behind you.

Placing his hand over your hand that held the knife, he grabbed a nearby pepper. Slowly he pressed your hand to chop the pepper the correct way.

You watched closely, trying to focus, aware of his face just beside yours, breath just grazing your cheek. You felt him look at your profile before he spoke

"Thin strips, julienne."

You nodded in understanding as you looked over, your eyes locking with his. You felt it, the electric like tension that seemed to buzz between you, did he feel it too?

"Thank you" You muttered out as you forced yourself to look back down at the pepper.

Eliot stared at you for another second before he reluctantly removed his hands from yours before going back over to the stove. His own heart was pounding heavily in his chest. Having you that close to him, it took everything to not pull you even closer.

After a few moments of silence, your heart finally slowed down a bit. You spared a look over at him and noted the way he was so careful with his cooking. You wanted to do this with him more. You enjoyed it, it felt comforting.

"I'm done." You said as you looked down at the divided vegetables, all cut in what you hoped was the proper way.

Eliot walked over and looked down at the cutting board before he smiled and met your eyes "Perfect"

You smiled in return taking them over tot he stove with him. Watching as he prepared a dish to go in the oven, he turned and wiped his hands.

"That'll take a while, let's go sit somewhere."

"It's nice outside." You suggested and he nodded as he gabbed some drinks "Outside it is then."

As you went out to the patio, you looked up at the now dark sky. The sun had set shortly after you arrived, and the stars were beginning to pop out. It was chilly, but not cold, you were sheltered from any cold breeze by the walls around you.

Sitting down, you smiled in thanks as Eliot slid you a drink.

"What did Parker and Hardison decide to do tonight?" You asked with curiosity.

Eliot shook his head "I'm not sure but I think it involved alligators."

You rose your brow "So Hardison's dead then?"

"Might be" Eliot chuckled.

You laughed along as you leaned back in your chair before you peered up at the sky again.

Eliot watched you for a moment "You really forgot it was Valentines Day?"

You smiled at yourself "Yeah I always do." You looked at Eliot and saw a curious gaze before you shrugged "I've only had two Valentines, first one was in high school, we went to a Valentines dance together. Caught him making out with my friend in the bathroom."

Eliot winced and you continued.

"Second time was not long before I joined you guys. We were in a serious relationship, or at least I thought we were. First Valentines Day, he was out of the county. Second one, I prepared his favorite meal, set up candles and flowers, wore a great outfit, and waited. But he never showed. I texted and called, only to get a pretty short text reply a few hours later. 'I'm sorry but I'm not coming back. I decided It's not gonna work out between us. Thanks for the fun times." You laughed dryly "Hell of a way to break up with someone."

Eliot sighed as he tapped his drink against the tale.

You added on softly "Ever since then I just never saw the point."

"I'm sorry. You deserve better than that."

You nodded "Yes, I do."

He smiled at that before he sat up a bit straighter "Three."

"Huh?"

"You've had three Valentines."

You stared at him in confusion for a moment before he reiterated "High school cheater, scumbag, and me."

You smiled as your heart skipped a beat "It's not the same though is it?"

"How do you mean?"

"We're not dating." You said softly hoping the regret behind that statement wasn't obvious "We're friends."

Seeing Eliot's face become a bit more serious, you feared you showed too much.

Deciding to cover it up a bit, you put on an amused tone and leaned back "Besides, you never even asked."

Eliot stood up and you felt your chest clench. Pulling out the chair beside you, he moved it to face you. Sitting down, he leaned forward as he stared at you more intensely than you were prepared for.

"What are you doing?"

"Asking you." He replied quickly, but with a soft tone.

You felt short of breath as he reached forward and grabbed your hand, wrapped his own around them.

Looking back into your eyes he smiled softly "Will you be my Valentine?"

You forced out a soft laugh "Quit joking around Eliot."

You tried to pull your hands away, convincing yourself he was just joking, but you hesitated when he gripped his hands around yours tighter and pulled them back towards him.

You locked eyes with him, confusion written on your face as Eliot's gaze became more sincere. You felt it again, that electric tension between you, but this time, you didn't doubt that he felt it too.

"I'm not joking." He shook his head lightly "I want you to be my Valentine. Hell I've wanted to ask you for years, but...I always thought you would say no."

"Why?" You asked with a strained whisper.

You didn't deny it, you couldn't, how could you? If he had asked, you would have said yes, of course you would have.

"Because I'm Eliot Spencer. And you deserve better, you deserve more."

You shook your head, always hating how he saw himself compared to how you saw him. "I've never met better than you Eliot. And even if I did why would I want it?"

You saw shock cross his eyes for a moment before he smiled, a light scoff coming from him. "But I-"

"I would have said yes. Every time." You added on, not allowing him to say more, not allowing him to bring himself down anymore.

"You're the one who deserves better, who deserves more, but you never let yourself see that." You continued, never removing your eyes from him. "I couldn't be with Chris because he wasn't you."

Eliot seemed to be left speechless before he let out a soft breath, lowering his head he brought your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it.

He met yours eyes again "And I've never stayed with anyone because they were never you."

You couldn't help the smile that came to your face. Eliot felt his chest tighten as he took a breath. All this time you were waiting right there for him. He couldn't let you, not anymore.

Holding your breath as Eliot reached towards you, his hands gently cupping your face as he pulled you closer to him. You met him as his lips pressed against yours.

It was a gentle, yet desperate kiss. Something you both had wanted for so long. Slowly the kiss deepened, became more passionate as his hand cupped the back of your head. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as you leaned into him.

Breaking away, breathless, your foreheads pressed together, your eyes locked and the tension was still strong between you. Smiles stretched across your faces as you held each other, finally able to both have what you wanted the most. Each other.

xx End xx

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[augustrambles]

wanna request something again, hear me out🫶🫶

kyle x super strong fem reader. she can literally pick him up and twirl him around + make him rlly shy :((

Like at some random moments reader could just pick him up or carry him in bridal style and all his friends would just be like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️damnn

i just need some rlly cute fluff ‼️🗣️🗣️‼️

okay thanks for reading!

a/n: I LOVE STRONG READEE OH MY GOSH!!! ILY MWA MWA

kyle headcanons with strong fem reader! [fluff hcs]

i feel like u would be taller than him, so whenever you havent seen eachother in a long time, you would hug him from behind, and give him lil kisses on the neck<3

he would love it, dont get me wrong, but its a little embarrassing when its in front of his friends.

he gets butterflies when you pick him up<3

he would totally go work out with you, he likes seeing you be all determined

if one of you guys left south park for a long time, when they came back kyle would totally go running at you and jumping on top of you

like his hands are on your neck and his legs on your waist while ur hands are on thighs and yall would kiss

he'd cry bro

i love this silly little man

while hes also little hes also mean, so if anyone EVER makes fun of you or your relationship. he will not hesitate to beat ass.

"damn kahl, a girl's stronger than u?"

"shut the fuck up you fatass. no wonder u dont even have a dad."

insert stan and kenny laughing