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daenysx · 2 days

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hello can i ask for another aemond hurt comfort fic (if ure still writing for him, if not thank u anyway <3) make it hurt pls thank you 😞

p.s: i absolutely sobbed reading that drabble of him getting snappy at reader bcs they wanted to go out while it's sunny + also why i went back on ur blog and coincidentally saw ur requests open lol

i don't think i'll ever stop writing for aemond, i love him too much ♡ thank you for your request, lovely, i hope you like this!

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, hurt/comfort

aemond isn't used to have someone taking care of him, not when he's like this.

his mother was doing the best she can when he was younger; holding his hand when he had an appointment with his doctor, sleeping next to him and rubbing his back when he couldn't get any rest, kissing his forehead and telling him how brave he's been. as he grew older he stopped asking for help, she had to have her own life. he did anything he can to convince her that he's fully capable of taking care of himself now. "thank you, mom, i'm fine."

alicent put her children before her every time, sacrificing her youth just to make sure they are well. aemond felt guilty when he realized how little his mother cares about her own life, only to take care of her half blind son. it pains him, still, but he's a grown man now. he'll be okay when she's out of town with her newly wedded husband.

he lies in bed for hours, waits for the pain in his eye disappear. the room is dark, it's silent in a disturbing way. aemond curses under his breath when a sudden pain flashes in his head, he might prefer dying over this.

no, he can't cry. it'll only make the pain worse. does he deserve to live his young days like that? laying in bed like a sick man, waiting for help but being too prideful to ask for it, spending hours only to be able to breathe without suffering. he's mad these days, always angry and tense. vengeful for something that happened years ago, tearing up for his wound that will never be okay.

the door creaks open slowly. you close it back to let the darkness stay still. quiet steps, almost hesitant as if he'll tell you to leave. you put on a brave face as you approach him with a cool glass of water in your hand.

"aemond?" you whisper. you can't see his face clearly, he doesn't react as you put the glass on his nightstand.

"i'm okay." he says. dishonesty drips down his voice.

"can i help you?" you whisper again. it's the first time in your new relationship that he's been so bad. you don't know what to do.

"i'm used to it." he replies. "you can leave if you have somewhere else to be, i don't think i can leave the bed for the rest of the day."

your heart breaks. does he think you'll leave him like this? he might prefer suffering silently but you won't let him. he seems like he doesn't even get the point of having a relationship. he treats you like you aren't his girlfriend, like you are just another person in the room. it makes you wanna curl up in bed and cry, you know you don't deserve this.

he's still in pain so you can't be mad at him. it'll only make things worse. "i can leave- if you want to be alone. i'd rather stay with you, though."

you can't see his face but you can feel he tries to decide. you like aemond too much and you think he likes you too. you know he does. it definitely has to do something with his past. you try to take a silent breath, completely still to not disturb him.

aemond doesn't even know what to say, he'd kill to have someone by his side. to have you. he selfishly wants to keep you even when he feels like he shouldn't. you deserve someone better. you deserve a man who doesn't have to stay in complete darkness because of his past. you are shining everywhere you go but aemond is dark, there's no spark in him. he likes you too much to let you go, his inner turmoil does him nothing good.

"stay with me." he says finally. "please."

"can i sit?"

"mm-hmm."

you sit on bed carefully. you treat him like he's someone delicate, like he deserves something good. aemond isn't sure how to deal with your kindness, he still hasn't found a way. he likes it too much, though. he likes everything about you.

you hold his hand gently. his fingers are cold, you rub his knuckles with a soft thumb. he lets out a breath he doesn't know he's been holding when you press on a tight spot, right where his thumb meets his pointer finger. it feels nice. you keep rubbing his hand until you hear a protest.

"s nice." he says quietly.

"my mom used to do this when i got headaches. i know yours is different but-"

"s really nice." he says again. "thank you."

you take his other hand, treating with same kindness. he holds a lot of tension in his body, he doesn't even know how much. a massage to his hands is a small thing to help him relax but you want him to know you're with him.

"do you want to put your head on my leg?" you ask. "maybe i can rub your temples a bit."

you are not afraid of his rejection, willing to do anything that might help him. to your surprise, he sits on bed, waits for you to get comfier. you place yourself properly, he puts his head on your leg just the way you want and you start massaging his head.

"i like your hair so much." you whisper. "so soft."

"i like yours better." he replies, whispering. "but thank you."

you press your fingers to his temples slowly, he lets out another shaky breath. "i'm not gonna hurt you, i promise. you'll feel better in a minute."

he nods slightly, feeling of your warm fingers on his skin makes him somewhat excited. he is distracted with your quiet words and kind fingers, for a moment he forgets about the dull pain in his head.

you keep rubbing his temples until your fingers go numb. you stroke his hair then, silky platinum blonde strands flow in your hands. you play with his hair, braid a little piece of it. he truly is distracted at this point, too grateful to say something.

"i think i'll fall asleep." he can say.

"that's okay." you tell him. "i'll be here when you wake up."

somehow he knows you'll be here with him until the end. he can feel how his emotions for you fill his heart and his mind until they are both full of you, only you and no one else. it's a nice feeling, having someone by his side. being someone's choice, not responsibility.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #modern!aemond #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen fanfic

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honeyydrunk · 3 days

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the nct fuckboy/fratboy agenda has me weakkkk omg give us more whenever u have the time ur so good!!!

ofc thank u !! they have me going delusional feral crazy barking and meowing !! let me do it for you let me write it out ANY MORE REQUESTS LEMME KNOW !!

part 1 link NCT COLLEGE FUCKBOYS PART 2 ten jeno jungwoo hendery yangyang renjun xiaojun winwin

ten lee chittaphon leechaiyapornkul is a whore. absolute whore. he's raising those neos into SLUTS. his reputation precedes him bc he is so pretty, so flexible, so ughhhhhhhhhhh !!!! like you see him for the first time and you know why people say he's got a body count bigger than his age. everyone wants to fuck himmm. he's so pretty, and even even prettier fucked out. messy hair and everything.

he's always flirting with someone new in the hallway when you see him. and like taeyong, his sex tapes get sent AROUND. people come up to him at school randomly and beg for 1 night w him. he's slept w all the neos at one point im sure about that.

you knew about how much of a SLUT bro was. but once you saw one of his sex tapes w johnny, you found yourself showed up outside of his class and begged for him. he responded that you should dm him w your application and he might get back to you about it. lee jeno 💪 bro is ur average athlete player fuckboy. THE cliche. smokes behind the benches, rich family, somehow top of the class. the one that everyone swears they won't fall for but they all want. you see a new girl on his arm each week and it hurts. but you've already fallen, it's just a matter of time. he'll start wearing you down and he didn't even know he did it. but you did. pulling the triangle technique when you lock eyes, catching you when you fall. and eventually he'll be right behind you when you shamefully admit to your friend that you want him. when he fucks you gone in his car? you know you need to get him to stay with you. you couldn't live without this. like you need his dick to even function. you've given up your life for him, just so that when he asks you're available to suck his dick.

JUNGWOO,,,, oh my god. he's so crazy. y'all remember the 2 baddies fuckboy jungwoo era. imagine that, but that's his default setting. man's still sugaring candy, but it's ur candy this time. he's sucking ur pussy if u didn't understand what doja said. he's the quiet slut. the whole school doesn't talk about him like they do mark, ten, taeyong and jeno. but when you see him? you're done for. batshit crazy delusional. his whole demeanour and personality is straight flirting, pulling his shirt up at every opportunity. the way he walks around the school with his sweet perfume trailing, he gets people going feral over him. people will just walk up and beg for him to fuck him, and ofc jungwoo obliges if they're hot enough.

he's so sweet when you taste him, like his cum is sweeter than sugar. his perfume too. everything about him is like a candy drug. a pretty moan when you suck him dry. he's so pretty and sweet that makes you cum too. genuinely, you start following him around school just so you can smell him. you don't even care it's creepy.

H E N D E R Y is the epitome of "so weird you forget he's hot." he's actually extremely popular. genuinely friends with everyone. people are a little hesitant because they know he's part of the neo slut gang, and they see him acting a little unusual special crazy. but they actually have a conversation with him and suddenly they realise, bro this guy is amazing. and jus like that he's friends with everyone.

but then, uh well here comes a strange phenomenon. you've only seen him being silly, a little whimsical even. but when you see him zoned out, or concentrating for once? ..... "oh". because you finally realise how beautiful he is. an actual prince. it's not exaggerated to say he's taken your breath away. you're in love. imagine how much it hurts to go to a party and realise that you're not the only one in the room that is. so many people had that exact experience as you. learning how beautiful he truly is, falling in love, and begging for him. you see him in the corner, zoned out from the loud music and watch one of the guys you're mutually friends with have that phenomenon right there and then, pulling him away to a cupboard.

the same thing happened 3 times that night. liu yangyang international exchange fuckboy. he doesn't realise he's a fuckboy though. with the whole funny and cute personality going on, he thinks he's just got an amazing ability to pull people. sleeping with a different person or multiple people at a party, to seeing someone new every day and asking for their instagram. bro doesn't even know about the horrendous reputation he's got. "dude people say i'm a slut? nahhh that's crazy."

yangyang is of the opinion he's just a funny chill guy. down for anything, including a little fun fuck times whenever someone asks. and while that's his reasoning, he doesn't quite understand how it looks to everyone else. a rich guy coming back from germany, taiwan, and wherever else for weekend getaway bender and driving to school in a luxury car with a new girl in it almost every day.

when he fucks? it's just like his personality. fun and hyper. bros fucking for a good time and with him it's definitely a good time. spilling cum on the luxury leather seats, tinted windows and a surround sound system. yeah,,,,, you see why he does this so often. it's genuinely so much fun. better make sure you give him a really good time though, so he invites you to his apartment next time.

renjunnie the most smug class president for some, and nct's little plaything to others. it really depends on who you ask. for people in his class, he is the most obnoxious, smug, annoying ahh know it all, with the biggest dick. (a stick up his ass which is obviously jenos). genuinely, every person he's tutored has ended up unfortunately eyeing him instead of the book. how did that end? with him being just as rude and bitchy as he fucks you. measuring how much he pleases you by how much you can answer while fucked out.

but for the ones that know of the dreamies having their way with him can't possibly see him as anything other than a little toy. the way the other six just devour that man is actually quite shocking. lowkey surprised bro can even walk.

xiaojun oh my lord. this man's moans are heavenly. you actually cum when you hear them. (lowkey think some czennie do when he hits those notes). he's part of the nct moaner gets passed around line with renjun, haechan, taeyong, and ten. horrid sex tapes.

he looks so beautiful. standing in front of the school performance during an assembly, halting everyone with his voice. if you could look around, you'd see everyone frozen. haunted by his siren song and face that launched a thousands wars. everyone in that room was looking at him, and only him. in that room, no one was in a relationship. how could they love anyone else except him.

countless marriage proposals, dowrys of billions. everyone in that room would give xiaojun the world in exchange for a sliver of his love. no joke someone has given him a car in exchange for his private instagram account. winwin bros got the cha eunwoo effect. the campus crush. he hangs out with the china line horrid fuckboys , yangyang hendery chenle. but who cares? that actually elevates his status. literally a rose in a garden of slutty ahh thorns. that's not to say he's not a giant fuckboy. he's just quieter about it.

with his quiet excuses, sneak dates an hour away, his subtle ways of affection. he says he doesn't want attention, so you can't publicly date. but that's just so the other girls won't find out. he doesn't even think he's dating you, just seeing where it goes. eventually you'll call it off, "making it easier on your friendship" you say. that's how he goes through so many girls.

taking you to a beautiful garden several hours out of the city, you think it's romantic. he uses a different phone to text with you, 'so the guys don't go through my regular one and tease you'.

enjoying the sunlight he's slowly fingering you so you're focused on his love, and not seeing what's right in front of you

tags: @stanskzorillkickyou you asked for yangyang bbg !!

prev: haechan, mark, johnny, yuta, jaemin, kun, chenle, jisung next: jaehyun doyoung taeil lucas

#nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct smut #ten smut #ten lee smut #lee jeno smut #jeno smut #jungwoo smut #hendery smut #yangyang smut #xiaojun smut #winwin smut

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fushitism · 1 day

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an interaction between these two would be so freaking funny Please tell me u see the vision too

i imagine it'd be something like,

starlo: howdy-doody-dee there, new feller! you done moseyed on in just as the beans a-fixin' to spill and the fiddlers are harmonizin' a right purty tune! highfalutin' welcome, ain't it? but hold yer whirligigs there, partner, 'cuz this here saloon's got more hospitality than a momma with a passel of young'uns! an' ill be hornswoggled if i don't reckon the more folks we wrangle in, the merrier this ol' shindig gets, so come on in!

axis: WHAT THE [flip] DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME.

the first few meetings would be absolutely excruciating for axis. he can't make heads or tails of this man, and star's expressions only get worse with each exchange

starlo: well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!

axis: I AM NOT DOING THAT.

starlo: bah! slap the dog and spit in the fire

axis:

axis: SOMEONE SHOULD [neutralize] YOU I THINK.

they do end up spending more time together somehow and one day axis goes back to the ketsukane residence and it's like

ceroba: another day with star? how wa-

axis: TODAY WAS A ROOTIN TOOTIN'EST GOOD OL' FASHION HOOTENANNY.

ceroba: ............. ?

#undertale yellow #ut yellow #uty #uty starlo #starlo uty #ut yellow starlo #starlo ut yellow #starlo #undertale yellow starlo #axis 014 #axis undertale yellow #uty axis #undertale yellow axis #im not a cowboy (or a southerner for that matter) so sorry if anything sounds off #I TRIED MY BEST OKAY!

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tomssexdoll · 2 days

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hey did u like my diarrhea

do u remember my teenage dirtbag bill headcannons? YAH so it’s gonna be based off that. so you’re chilling in your bedroom watching a show at night when all of a sudden you hear your window click open and slide up. obviously you’re like WHAT THE SIGMA ;-; (sorry) bill slides in, almost busting his ass. he pulls you in for a heated makeout session, obviously a little high. “i need you s’bad, baby” he whines into the kiss. you agree but warn that your parents are still awake so you both need to be quiet. anyways he eats you out like a starved man before he starts fucking you desperately 😊🙏 (for dirty talk i want more praise this time). mid-fuck you moan too loud and he glares at you, shoving 2 of his fingers in your mouth to pipe you down. 😍😍 then him being a hornball he flips you over into doggy for round 2 😈

HEY GIRL

yes i loved ur diarrhea

Sneaking in

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill sneaks into Y/Ns room as she's settling for bed, expressing the need for her, he smashes his lips into hers and pushes her onto the bed...but they have to be quiet because her parents are awake.. WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, mentions of drugs, p in v (missionary and doggystyle), eating out, rough kissing, hair pulling, spanking (once), muffling moans

I decided to relax and watch a show before bed, it was a friday night and I had plans with my friends tomorrow, we were going out to club and get super drunk so I needed a good nights rest.

I've been seeing this guy called Bill, he's a famous rockstar and my sneaky link. We have fucked over 20 times, usually at night when we sneak into each others houses or at events for his band.

We've been seeing each other for 7 months, we've grown kinda close, he hangs out with me sometimes and will comfort me when I'm sad but we swore to never catch feelings.

I heard my window click and slide up, my heart jumped out of my throat and I darted my head to the window, relieved when I saw it was just Bill, struggling to climb in.

I sighed and walked over to him, pulling him inside, he stumbled a bit, nearly falling over. "Bill what the fu-" I was interrupted by him grabbing my face and smashing his lips into mine.

Obviously I kissed him back, deepening it. His hands roamed around my body, seeming urgent for something. He pulled back and I examined him, his eyes slightly red and hair scruffy, "Bill are you high?" I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Only a little..i need you s'bad baby.." he groaned, leaning down and kissing my neck softly, I sighed "fine, just be quiet my parents are still awake.." dragging him onto my bed.

He made me lay back, basically ripping my panties off and breathing heavily like a dog, "calm down Bill" I giggled at his erratic behaviour, he smirked and wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me closer and shoving his face into my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit. "Ah!" I cried out, instantly covering my mouth.

"Shh!" he grunted on my pussy, continuing to harshly eat my out, his tongue piercing adding extra pleasure.

"S'good..so wet f'me.." he groaned, tongue flicking at my sensitive nub, sending shock waves throughout my body.

He ate me out desperatly, like he was a starved man, not being fed for weeks. My clit ached as he slurped all my juices up, tongue dipping into my wetness as his finger toyed with my clit, sending me to the edge.

My orgasm was nearing, tension building up in my tummy. "Gonna cum! Keep going!" I whisper screamed, spilling all my juices all over his tongue. He licked and slurped everything I gave him, leaving me dry.

Then he started to drag his pants off, his cock springing out, throbbing and needy. "Need to be inside you.." he whispered, hovering over me and aligning his tip with my entrance.

"You ready?" he looked down at me, I nodded and held onto his arms, his cock slowly entering me, stretching me out. I covered my mouth to muffle my moans, not wanting my parents to realize what was going on.

He started to thrust into me, starting off slow then picking up the speed, pounding into me urgently, "s'good.." he groaned softly, holding my hips tightly.

I rolled my eyes back, feeling his tip stab into my g spot, pleasure taking over my body. His thrusts becoming relentless as his orgasm built up, desperate to unleash his load into me.

"Gonna cum in this pussy..fill you up" he grunted, the bed slightly shaking. I whimpered, throwing my head back and trying not to scream out.

"Such a good girl..." he smirked, leaning down and kissing my lips roughly, allowing little moans to leave my lips and into his mouth. He slid his tongue into my mouth, digging his nails into my skin.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, another orgasm approaching quickly, his hand came down to my clit, rubbing rough circles as he kissed me passionately, "mm!" I whined against his lips, arching my back.

He retracted his lips from mine, grinning down at me, seeing how well I took his cock. He kept slamming into me, throwing his head back.

I accidently let a loud moan slip, "oh fuck!" his eyes widened, "shhh!" he glared at me, his other hand coming to my mouth and shoving 2 fingers in, shutting me up.

"You're gonna get us caught" he spat, continuing to pound into me, his fingers rubbing rough circles on my clit again, my orgasm dangerously close.

I felt his cock twitching in me, signalling his release as well. After a few more hard thrusts I came all over his cock, my orgasm harshly washing over me. He groaned at the clench of my pussy on his length, spilling his thick cum into me, coating my walls completely.

I panted, my head falling back onto the pillows as my chest heaved up and down, I felt him pull out and rolled over, thinking we were done and he'd be leaving but he grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me close and making me look at him.

"I'm not fucking done with you.." he growled, removing his fingers from my mouth and flipping me over, slamming back into my pussy and grabbing my hair, pounding back into me.

I gasped, holding onto the sheets desperatly. "Since you can't shut up, I'll make you" he grunted, shoving my face into the pillows, letting me moan as loud as I wanted.

His tip kissed my cervix, ramming into me roughly, another orgasm dangerously close, my heat ready to explode. "Oh fuck!" I cried into the pillows, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping the sheets.

He smacked my ass lightly, not hard enough to make a loud sound. "fucking hell.." he grunted, his hips slamming into mine, the sound of slapping skin filling the room but the sounds of the TV muffling it a little, making it seem like an outside noise.

I wondered if my parents had any idea, choosing to ignore it or being completely oblivious. Either way I just wanted Bill in this moment, needing his touch, his dirty words and cock in my pussy.

I kept moaning loudly into the pillows, my sweet spot being pounded into repeatedly, my head becoming hazy. He he grabbed my hair and pulled me to his chest, "be quiet again f'me, ok?" I nodded, trying my best not to scream out his name.

"Good girl.." he purred, nibbling on my ear lobes and kissing my neck, leaving little hickeys everywhere. "Oh fuck..m'gonna cum soon" he groaned, cock throbbing intensely in my pussy, ready to explode.

I bit down onto my lip, squeezing my eyes shut, my orgasm crashing down, my juices slipping onto his cock once again. "Fuckk!" he bit down onto my shoulder, shooting his cum deep into me again.

I fell foward, Bill also collapsing, falling on top of me. He spun us around, cock still in me. I layed on his chest, trying to recover from the 3 non stop orgasms he gave me.

After both calming down he moved stray hairs away from my face, "can I stay over tonight..maybe we can cuddle" he asked nervously, rubbing my back gently.

I smiled softly and nodded, sitting up, "let's take a shower and get cozy in bed" I giggled, grabbing his hand and running into my bathroom, turning the shower on.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @charliesgoodboy @ballhair @estxkios @ge-billsgf @bkaulitzlover @tomsonlyslut

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chaithetics · 2 days

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GIRLLLL OMGGGG YOUR MONEKY MAN FIC HELLO?? HELLOOOO???? so good. i just came back from watching it and wtf. now that is how u direct and that is how u make a profound film. (i’m glazing him and this film so hard but idc i just want 1 chance dev PLS JUST GIMME 1 ONE IS ALL I NEED) also r u indian? cuz when i saw the “jaan” i read it it in his voice and my knees literally almost hit the ground like i was like 😧🌚😜😍🤭🤭😋😋🤤🥰 the whole time!!! if i may, can i request another monkey man fic/drabble/whatever u wanna make it but it’s about how they met? basically like a backstory on how they met and got together. thank youuu! 🫶🏽

Blood-Stained Meetings, Nauseous Introductions

Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader Word count: 2.6K Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of anxiety, injuries/blood, longing, reader has no physical description, a kiss, no smut. Not proof or beta read. A/N: Hey lovely Nonnie, so glad you enjoyed the film! It's so good! Dev Patel is so talented. I hope you and everyone else reading this and in the fandom enjoys this fic! 🫶(Please do and validate me, I'm scared it's TERRIBLE and I'm not happy with this, genuinely terrified lol) Comments, reblogs etc. are always more than appreciated and encouraged! Enjoy 🥰 Gif by @junkfoodcinemas Somewhat inspired by an old chat with the talented @mittos about how reader would probably hate seeing him fight, and tagging @lialilalo because I feel bad about ending up taking a week to get this out since your ask!

Sure, there were probably worse ways to spend a Friday night, but you also knew that there were definitely much better ways to spend a Friday night as well. But you simply weren’t the kind of person who did better things on a Friday night, that wasn’t in your DNA. Obviously. This was your brother's idea of fun after all.

It didn’t surprise you that this was how your adult brother wanted to spend the start to his weekend and drag you along, or that this was a frequent pastime of his. It didn’t mean that it horrified you any less though.

You’d sighed and dreaded this for hours, days probably, subconsciously.

Yet, you still were here. You’d changed out of your work clothes for this, you’d tried to make yourself as presentable as possible when you knew it was an effort you’d see reflected in your brother. You were dreading leaving your home and having to blend into the sea of bloodthirsty betters you were about to find yourself in.

You walk with your brother and one of his friends into the building, it’s large and crowded. Everyone is packed in like sardines as they yell about what odds they’re betting on, who’s the biggest and strongest, who’s the most nimble-footed and quickest, and who is the immediate runt of the competitors. You can already feel yourself becoming stressed, at this environment. You don’t understand the appeal of this but you understand how it can become a reality with the world that you’re all in.

The heat stings your face like a slap, as you stand there, close to your brother so you don’t get split up in this sea and he rambles in your ear about who he placed a bet on, how they usually do. All of the information that seems so important in a moment like this to everyone else. But you’ve seen enough blood, you don’t need to be fascinated by people getting bloodied up like this. It’s a privilege that you’ve been able to avoid this your whole life.

If you were seeing this at home, or if it wasn’t so packed in here tonight, you’d feel a little less self-conscious. And if you felt a little less self-conscious, you’d be chewing on your nails, all the way down to the nail bed. Until you felt the all too familiar sting of going too far. You give your hand a little shake to try and get rid of that urge, now’s not the place or time to wear your nerves on your sleeve. So instead, you try to offer up a small smile to your brother as he leads you to a spot on some benches nearby.

The bench is relatively close to the ring, but it’s good, you’re already overstimulated and trying to make it up further to higher seats isn’t an idea that agrees with you right now, and it surely promises you a quick exit if needed. You look around, the dim lighting further adds to everything, your eyes scan the faces of those in the crowd and you look out at the ring. It’s big, you think, but you’re not sure if it’s a standard size or not for this sport.

An announcer enters the ring, he looks sleazy and has a large, sly smirk pasted onto his face, one that makes you uncomfortable. You look at your brother to try and share a knowing glance but he’s focused on what’s in front of you both. You let out a quiet sigh as you tilt your head back to focus on what’s in front of you.

The announcer opens his mouth and he speaks in a South African accent, that surprises you and you can’t help but look at your brother again. He announces himself as Tiger. This night is already so random, and you have a feeling that it’s only going to get more wild.

“He’s the owner.” Your brother says as he tilts his head to whisper loudly in your ear. You can hear him over the whooping, clapping, and chants that have started. You nod as you look back at the ring, trying to pay attention to what you’re going to soon witness. Despite how overwhelming it all is.

Tiger then introduces a fighter who’s dressed to almost look like a reptile, he’s introduced as King Kobra and gets a warm, adoring welcome from the audience with thunderous applause and cheers. You don’t clap as you can’t help but look around instead, taking it all in. It’s a lot and there’s so many people here, here just for this.

Tiger then starts to introduce King Kobra’s opponent, his voice changes and it’s tinged with an antagonising disgust, he’s clearly trying to rile the audience up into booing, and not rooting for whoever it is. You can’t help but feel your curiosity grow at that. It feels childlike how it’s said, but you see the audience respond just as Tiger wishes. The opponent is Monkey Man, he quickly comes out and makes his way into the ring. He moves quickly and he bounces on his feet for a moment as he gets further into the zone. He stands there, waiting for the noise to confirm it’s the start, the start of a fight where he can maybe get one or two punches in before he has to keel over for his pay. Pay that he’ll probably have to bargain for.

He stands in the ring and he can’t help but spend a second focusing on the face he sees in the front row. Kid is sure he hasn’t seen that face here before, it’s a pretty face, but he can’t help but notice the anxiety pooled in those eyes or your body language. He tilts his head slightly, it doesn’t seem to be the kind of anxiety some of the gamblers here have before the match, the ones who are risking it all for an expensive thrill and painful rush, to live vicariously through him and the other men adorned in animal masks and names.

Kid turns his head away from you and tries to focus back on his work. You don’t even notice that the man in the ring has been staring at you, taking you and your nerves in for a few, long but oh so short seconds.. How could you? With that mask? You can’t see his face, but you can see there’s a lanky figure standing there, hiding under the mask and donning the monkey man mantle. He’s tall and slender but you can see there’s some muscle on his arms, from what you can see of the sweat and blood-stained undershirt he wears, his chest is toned as well.

You don’t know it yet, but you can feel something realign, change in this moment. You’re just not sure what it is, or if this feeling is even real, or if it’s just another symptom of somatic anxiety. Right now, you think it’s probably just that.

After almost another minute of the crowd booing Monkey Man and chanting out for the King Kobra, the match begins. Each of the men takes a moment to size the other one up, watching the other’s moves before the first hit lands. It’s King Kobra, he strikes Monkey Man.

King Kobra goes to throw another punch, he moves quickly and he’s very agile, yet Monkey Man somehow dodges this one. His landing with the dodge isn’t perfect, but it gets him out of the way. He throws a punch to King Kobra and the crowd erupts into boos at that. It’s even more louder and clearer than before who they’re all rooting for and aren’t. The crowd’s response seems to motivate King Kobra as he quickly moves and starts to deliver blow after blow.

You barely feel the noise of the crowd’s screams of joy and cheers as this happens and King Kobra gets his footing back. Your eyes widen as you watch, you see blood starting to fall as Monkey Man loses his way in this match.

You let out a gasp as he falls to the ground. King Kobra slithers around the ring, posing and feeding off of the crowd’s response before he goes in for the kill shot. He delivers it and you feel yourself slightly jump. It’s terrifying to you, you don’t see the appeal in this, you can only start to mentally list off all of the physical trauma this causes. You sigh as you watch King Kobra be declared the winner of this match, it sounds like a recurring event, you gaze over at your brother who looks ahead with a large smile of awe, obviously happy with whatever return he’s getting on the bets he’d made beforehand

Monkey Man slowly tries to limp his way out of the ring and backstage, you look at your brother and quickly whisper that you need to check on this man. You have to, it’s basically a moral and ethical obligation. Your brother sighs and nods, you quickly move off of the bench and it doesn’t take much for you to catch up to this masked man. “How are you feeling? I’m a nurse.” You say to him and he nods slowly, you can hear his ragged pants from under the mask, the mask is drenched in sweat along with the rest of his body.

As you slowly walk backstage with him to the locker room that’s pungent with the sweat of costumed men masquerading as animals and characters you’d find in The Ramayana. There’s blood stains visible throughout the floors and walls, and you can taste the copper of the crimson in the air, impossibly so. You don’t know how but you can. You ignore these other bodies floating in your periphery as you walk to a sink with the Monkey Man, he leads the way, naturally.

As you approach the sink together he immediately puts his hands on the edge and spits out a thick string of blood, you’re used to seeing blood but in this context, you can’t help but feel your nose screw up a little. It’s awful.

He tilts his head to look up at you, your eyes meet him and you offer him a small smile and give him your name. He looks at you, taking in the way that your lips curl up and how they do so genuinely. He gives a small nod, one you’d have missed if you’d blinked just a few seconds earlier. He just tells you that his nickname is Kid. Maybe he’s been fighting since he was very young. You don’t ask. Not yet.

You turn the faucet on at the sink, to try and wash his blood away so that you can start trying to clean the damage of tonight’s fight, off of him.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, he knows you’re not the type of person to come to these events. You’re not a regular and it’s clear from your face, you’re not a fan of these displays of violence.

“My brother. It’s his birthday this weekend.” You say quietly as you wipe the blood off. “Have you broken your nose?” He looks up at you with a small smile, it makes sense. Your brother was probably the man beside you, he thinks. Kid can’t quite remember his face. He then shrugs at your question. His nose doesn’t feel too bad right now, but he knows he’s probably broken it at some stage.

“You’re not sure?” You ask him, he shakes his head. You immediately notice how quiet he is, but despite his silence, his eyes are so reactive and expressive that you feel like you know more than what his words could give you.

“Do you have issues breathing? It doesn’t look bad, there’s just a small scar there. They often heal pretty well on their own.” You say as if to reassure him, even though you know that it probably isn’t something that would bother him. There wouldn’t be much he could do now anyway about that. You don’t like that thought.

Kid stays there perfectly still as your stomach is now over its nausea and your hand touches his skin so gently as you try to offer him some kindness, some respect, some dignity, some simple compassion and care. His eyes soften as he realises that and looks up at you. There’s a glow from within you, even in the artificial lighting of the locker room and it’s easy for him to block out the chaos in here and focus on your gentleness.

He’s barely ever touched, except for when a blow hits in a match, it’s never this gently. He doesn’t even know how to show himself that level of care when he bandages himself up at the end of each night that he fights.

There’s not much of a conversation as you bandage him up but somehow, you don’t really notice it and it’s completely okay with you. There’s a comfort in his quietness, his stillness. It’s one he finds in you as well, perfectly requited. You put a hand on his arm gently as you just finished putting a bandage on him. He takes your hand slowly, and he examines it. You’ve never had someone look at your hair, analysing every hair on your knuckles and by your wrist. It’s a unique way to be seen. He then takes your hand and gently turns it over, taking his time as he does. Kid looks at your palm, at all the lines on it and his eyes follow and travel amongst every single last one. A million lifetimes. A million dreams. He runs his finger along them, just to confirm as he thinks about the roots of your skin, how they run along to the softness and travel over calluses. “That’s your future.” He says softly as he looks at your hand, running his fingers along the lines. He then looks up at you, and his big, beautiful brown eyes meet your orbs. “It’s your past, everything.” You’re not sure what it is that he sees. You’d like to know but you also think you’d be content living without that and just his opinion on everything else in the world. But still, you want to see with his eyes.His fingers stop running over your palm and you feel your cheeks heat up at the intensity of this, his eyes have softened and there’s something else there. Something you don’t quite know. Is it longing? You’re not sure. You feel a deep, soul-aching longing, he does as well and always has. You just haven’t arrived at the stop yet for that to be communicated with words. Now all there is just looks, longing looks from a man with the most beautiful big, brown eyes in the world. You could melt in them, swim in them, drown in them. All of the above and you’d never complain.

You don’t know who makes the first move first, it just feels natural, like gravity. Some kind of natural force that slowly pulls your lips together that you both know is right. His hand gently cups your cheek as you feel his lips. They’re slightly chapped but you don’t mind. The kiss is soft and delicate and you like it. You need it and so does he. Everything feels so natural right now. Perhaps this is something he saw in the palm of your hand. You don’t know what it is yet, but you’re certain that this mask-wearing monkey man is part of that future he just talked about.

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HEYY CAN YOU PLEASEEEEE DO A STAN SMUT IF YOURE COMFORTABLE!!!! FEM READER, AND OFC AGED UP! LOVE YOUR WORK

Stan Marsh x Fem!Reader smut HCS

a/n; AHH TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!! this is my first smut request so it may not be the best, BUT I TRIED. (also hope u don’t mind these are headcanons!!)

CW; nsfw, characters are aged up!!

• when the topic of sex was first brought up after the two of you had been dating for a while, stan could’ve vomited right then and there

• not because he didn’t like the idea or anything!! in fact, the thought of sex was a definite reoccurring fantasy in his mind

• however he never had the courage (or the stomach) to suggest it to you, he’s always wanted to make sure you would never feel pressured. so he decided to wait until you mentioned it

• but man, he was definitely not prepared for the conversation to actually happen

• probably went all red and tried to play it cool, attempting to make himself seem confident about it. he’d focus on keeping calm, hoping his old habit of throwing up wouldn’t make a comeback

• I imagine stan would have some past experience. possibly from a random fling or an ex, so he isn’t clueless when it comes to sex

• but he wants it to be perfect for you, which is what causes himself to be so nervous

• at first his actions would be kinda awkward, not knowing where to place his hands or at what pace would be most comfortable for you

• constantly checks with you to see if you’re doing okay

“is this good..? can I put my hands here??”

• after some guidance and reassurance, he’d gain his confidence

• once you had sex for the first time, he realised that he wanted it more often afterwards

• stan is definitely a switch, depending on his mood. if he’s feeling lazy then he loves it when you take control, one of his favourite positions is having you on top of him. he adores watching your expressions as you ride him, it’s enough to make him cum right then and there

• however if he’s feeling more dominant, he will flip you onto your back and fuck you until you both are too tired to continue

• this man LOVES praise, if you even mention him doing a good job he gets super hard and has such a goofy lovesick smile on his face

• I don’t think he’s too vocal during sex, maybe grunting occasionally but other than that he’s pretty quiet

• if he has alot of pent up frustration, he will most likely take it out on you and get rougher when fucking you— it’s very noticeable if he starts to degrade/praise you

“you’re so beautiful…”

“fuck.. you’re mine yeah?”

“that’s right, take it like the pretty little whore you are..”

• I feel like it’s always a 50/50 chance with stan and foreplay, sometimes you’d start with a heated makeout session, usually ending with you beneath him on his bed while his hands roam your body

• and then other times foreplay simply doesn’t exist, he just strips you of your clothes and fucks you immediately

• stan also loves to finger you, seeing you squirm and watching your expressions gives him a huge confidence boost knowing that he’s the only one who can make you feel that kind of pleasure

• also deeply appreciates it when you give him a blowjob if he’s ever feeling frustrated or stressed, the best stress reliever is having your mouth wrapped around his cock while he grips onto your hair and his eyes roll back into his head

“just like that... you’re such a good girl for me..”

• aftercare is always a hit and miss, most times he just falls asleep with you in his arms. other times he will help clean you up and probably just do the bare minimum

• the conversations after sex are the best part, stan will always let you know how much he loves you and how well you did— already looking forward to the next time

#south park x reader #sp x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #smut #south park smut #headcanons #south park #stan marsh headcanons

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