#the coon x reader

[local-new-kid-super]

Raccoon/Eric Cartman x Hero!New Kid

"Power couple"

Featuring: Eric Cartman, the New Kid, and guest star Liane Cartman!

Warnings: Coerced relationship, I guess abuse of power if you read into it, but no one takes The Raccoon seriously so I wouldn't take it to seriously, New Kid.

Synopsis: Leader of the Raccoon and Friends franchise, The Raccoon, has called you on your comm (home phone) to tell you of a super last minute meeting. However, it's quickly becomes obvious he's only invited you, and not because of an 'emergency'.

A/N: I'm back!

"Ah, New Kid. About time, please take a seat at my impressive new table set up." Eric Cartman, donned in Raccoon garb, motions to the second folding table he managed to get into his mom's basement. Admittedly, two tables is more.impressive than one, but you can't help but feel like the Freedom Pals probably have a nicer set up as far as a meeting table. "Hey! I said sit down, god, are you fucking deaf?" He kicks the metal chair next to him, and you take a seat awkwardly. Even with no one else around, he insists at sitting at the head of the table.

"Where is everyone?" You ask, adjusting your hero mask as you glance around the empty cave/basement. "I mean, didn't you comm for an emergency meeting?"

"Not quite, New Kid. I'm afraid this was a ruse." He puts a clawed glove to his mask, grinning smugly. "Thats right, this is a private meeting with the Raccoon himself, I'm sure you're honored but hold your thanks." You roll your eyes and remain silent.

He suddenly grows serious, folding his hands to intertwine while his lowers his brows. His elbows rest on the table, the air thick with tension. "However, this is still an emergency. The Freedom Pals have been real dickbags lately, New Kid. As I'm sure you've noticed, they recently got some decent coverage in the 'South Park Times' for finding that missing kindergartener in the park. It's stupid, of course, kid wasn't even kidnapped. Just wandered off like a fucking idiot-" He slams his hand on the table, but then takes a breath. "But, that's only part of why we're here. We need big moves, New Kid. Big changes."

Hopping from the creaky metal chair and hitting the floor with a 'thud', he grabs a rolled up piece of poster paper from a nearby cabinet, which you know to be his franchise plan. Unraveling it, it's filled with a web of movies and shows, including 'The Raccoon and Friends Civil war', 'Rise of Chaos', and 'Fastpass: a new beginning.' "So, what are you thinking?" You ask, leaning forward to look at the well crafted board. "Another miniseries, or maybe a Civil war? You seem to really like the block busters."

"I admire the tenacity, New Kid. Your drive to make the franchise a shitload of money is one of the reasons you're perfect for the team, but those ideas-" He leans in, hand dramatically over his heart like he's feigning pity. "Are fucking stupid. Stop talking and listen to the genius plan I've already concocted." You just sigh, frown spreading as you lean back. Your chair makes a squeak, heavy with your now relaxed posture of nonchalance.

"A power couple. All great franchises have them." He grabs a few poorly but out comic panels from his pocket, crumpled and stained with what looks like 'Cheesy Poof' dust. You wince in disgust. "Batman and Catwoman." He holds up a panel. "Superman and Lois Lane," Another. "Aquaman and fish-"

"What?" You cut him off. "Aquaman isn't in love with fish, he's just from Atlantis?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"What? Obviously he's fucking the fish, he can talk to them." He scoffs. "What normal guy who can talk to fish, and spends all his time with fish, and has no women in his comics, wouldn't be with a fish. A gay fucking fish and Aquaman." He says this heinous stuff as if it's the most reasonable thing in the world. "Just stop interrupting, New Kid. I pay you for hero work-"

"You don't pay me-"

"SHUT up! Jesus christ, its like having Kyle in the cave god-" he rubs his forehead, then takes another dramatic, calming breath. "What I'm saying is, Power couples. We need one. And i have run all the numbers." He makes some fake bleeps and bloops at the cardboard super computer with his Toshiba Handi-book taped on. "Compatibaility wise, you and me are the perfect match. See, I'm the leader, and you're the new kid. It would bring more attention to your pwrsona while keeping me at the front." He turns back to you as he clicks off the Handi-book. "I'm sure you're thrilled, I'm an absolute stud." He pouts out his lips in an attempt to make you more... enticed?

"What? Cartman, no, I'm not gonna date you!" You exclaim, pushing your chair back a bit. "You're like, a dick all the time! To everyone."

He seems genuinely shocked you're turning him down, immediately flying into a typical Cartman tantrum. "What? I speak the truth, what happened to free fucking speech!" He rants. "And you've been given a lot of special treatment, by the way. I let you multi-class, I gave the the number for the direct line to the Raccoon cave!"

"You use it to send me pics of you that you think made you 'look ripped'. Is this actually about the franchise, or have you been trying to hit on me for a while?"

"If anything, you're crushing on me!" He sputters, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "I mean, you're the one who likes all of my totally ripped pics. That's creepy. And you're drinking from a bottle with my face on it." He points to the 'officially' licenesed Racoon and friends bottle.

"You gave these to everyone-"

"Just say yes!" He sputter, his face actually a bit red, though you're sure part of that is from anger. Cartman doesn't beg, he manipulates, so to see him actually want something he can't have is amusing. "Just- just say yes, and we'll make a ton of money, and everyone will want to know all about our relationship. We can be on magazines, and I'll even take you on one monthly sponsored Raccoon and Friends trip to Casa Bonita. How's that sound?"

"No."

"What the FUCK? What's wrong with that, it's Casa Bonita?!"

"That sounds like a date." You argue. "Why can't you date one of the other heroes for your power couple?"

"I'm not gonna be with Fastpass, I hate comedians. Kyle's a Jew, gross, Clydes a crybaby bitch, and Craig is actually gay which would make it weird. I'm not asking that much, we pose for pictures, say we're dating, and get famous!" He exclaims, fists balled up as he glances away for a second. "... and hold hands in school all the time in front of the guys." He mumbles under his breath.

"What?"

"What?" He responds. "First your deaf, now you're hearing things. Look, I offered to be nice, but now you're pissing me off, New Kid. We date, or you're out of the franchise. Clearly you're not as dedicated as I thought you were if you can't see the financial genius behind this plan." He tilts his chin up, posing with nonchalance in an attempt to feel like he has the upper hand. "And if you're not a hero, you're a villain. You really want to make me have the team kick your ass? You wanna be all chummy with Chaos, cause that's what's gonna happen."

You frown, suddenly feeling discomfort creep up your spine, the basement/Raccoon cave feeling more claustrophobic suddenly. You heard Cartman has done some awful things, but he's always laid off of you for the most part. You guess his apparent crush must've been why. You just moved here. You need friends, your home life is shitty. You can't risk pissing him off and losing the little hero team you actually like being on despite it all. "Fine." You mumble. "Okay, you win."

He perks up, throwing a free arm over your shoulder. "Great! I knew you'd see it my way, New Kid. Come on, we'll take some photos for press releases, I'm sure they'll be calling soon, then hit the town. Get some Ice Cream and flex our power-couple status." He immediately grabs your hand, but not in a way that reads as particularly affectionate, more possessive. Its an iron grip, and the slight claws of his gloves leave little red marks on your palm. You just sigh.

"Hey meeeeeehm!" He yells up the stairs. "I need some money!"

"What for, pookums?" Liane calls down, chipper as ever from her spot upstairs.

"I'm in a power couple mehm, god!" He groans. "Just bring down some money, were going out! And take some photos to Staples and have them make copies!" He screeches, urning back to you and shaking his head. "Fucking bitch..."

Meanwhile, upstairs, Liane sigs for some money from her purse. "Hmm hmm hmm, how nice! I'm so glad Eric asked out his little friend!" She hums to herself. "I told him to go for it, and he did! I'm rubbing off on my little Eric!"

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[shroompette]

Maine Coon Cat!König living alone in his den, generally unbothered until Bunny!Reader shows up during a storm, seeking shelter under the overhang of his home. Wet, cold and with an injured leg, König takes pity on her and brings her inside.

MCCat!König who doesn't really have many veggies lying around, but he does have some fruit. He watches Bunny!Reader's cheeks grow chubby as she stuffs them with bananas and canned nectarines. Poor thing, she must have been starved. He gives her a can of strawberries as well, which she neatly tucks away in her raincoat. He does not question her about it.

MCCat!König who, after he feeds Bunny!Reader, carefully rolls up the fabric of her pants to inspect and disinfect the nasty cut on her calf, taking the opportunity to give a closer look to her as a whole. He finds himself enchanted with the long, fluffy ears that droop around the sides of her head. Even wet, they still look enticing, cotton-soft and he wants to brush them, rub his cheeks against them, kiss them, pull them, bite them-

MCCat!König who manages to make Bunny!Reader a little nest to sleep in out of spare pillows and blankets, the crackle of the flames dancing in the fireplace lulling her to sleep. He watches her for a while and nearly purrs with delight when she rolls over in her sleep and reveals the round little scut that he'd like to use as a stress ball.

MCCat!König whose big ears twitch as he hears the sound of his front door opening in the morning, knowing Bunny!Reader must have slipped out into the woods again and it makes his heart pang just a little before he resumes his everyday life.

MCCat!König who is absolutely flabbergasted when a week passes and there's a knock on his door behind which stands Bunny!Reader and her three little buns. Without a word, she ushers them inside before disappearing into the woods. He isn't sure what to do. He has half a mind to run after her, but he fears leaving the buns alone would give them an opportunity to cause mischief and he'd rather not come back and find his den on fire. He stays, letting them sit in his big lap and play with his tail that sometimes tickles them on their twitchy little noses, so similar to their mother's. They're very messy eaters too - they seem to love strawberries, little fingers and cheeks sticky with their juice.

MCCat!König who is equally relieved and enraged when Bunny!Reader finally shows up hours later with a satchel of herbs and veggies for her babies who are currently bundled up in the nest he reassembled. He is about to tell her off, inform her that he isn't a babysitter when she stands on her tiptoes and nuzzles his nose ever so gently, difusing his anger completely. He barely blinks before she's off to check on her buns, satisfied with the state she finds them in - alive, with full bellies and sleeping.

MCCat!König who slowly gets used to Bunny!Reader dropping off her kids at his doorstep and watching them for a day or two before she comes back and expresses her gratitude via soft gesture such as nuzzle or a cheek kiss.

MCCat!König who sometimes makes Bunny!Reader stay in the den with the buns to go on a veggie/herb hunt himself, just so she can spend some quality time with them. He can not pinpoint the exact moment he became so whipped for her.

MCCat!König who starts leaving the nest out permanently because he knows Bunny!Reader won't stop coming around and neither will her buns anytime soon (he'd miss them greatly if they did).

MCCat!König who lets Bunny!Reader sleep in the spare cot (that he built just for her) in his room until she decides one night that sleeping beside him would be more comfortable. He does not try to object this in the slightest, not when he can finally feel her fluffy ears against his face.

MCCat!König who regularly grooms the buns' hair and furry ears and Bunny!Reader's as well with his coarse tongue, thinking he's displaying dominance over her. He has no idea she thinks she is the one in charge by letting him groom her.

MCCat!König who's suddenly not alone anymore. The quiet days of his den are over as it's now filled with laughter and chattering of the three little buns who have began to call him "Papa". He never knew two simple syllables could bring him so much joy...and then there's Bunny!Reader, with her genius manipulative tactics that involve licks, kisses and adorable tiny stomps of her feet when she wants something done her way. He would not trade her for anything in the world.

MCCat!König who slowly starts thinking his den is too big for just the five of them...and that perhaps he and Bunny!Reader should start working on some kitten siblings for the buns.

masterlist • pt2

[truefant4sy]

sundress.

gif credit: samijey

warning: unprotected sex, daddy kink, floor sex and more nasty shit

as y/n waited backstage to see joshua after his rough match with ilja once he walked back stairs the medics wasted no time cleaning and bandaging his bloody ear. Once his eyes met hers, he wasted no time walking over to her "hey baby" he greeted her while serving what she was wearing before narrowing his eyes at her "you look cute" she looked down at her pale blue sundress that contrasted with her warm brown skin "thank you" she said giving him a shiny smile.

He reached his hand out "cmon i gotta go grab my stuff from my dressing room" she took his hand and stood up, his arm rested over her shoulder as her arm slid around his waist, once they reached the dressing room he quickly closed the door and locked it "you did really goo-" his hand was wrapped around her neck as he pulled her in for a sloppy kiss that put her into a daze "what was that for?" she asked licking her lips "you know why, walking around here lookin like that." he replied running his hands over his face "looking like what josh?" she asked knowing damn well what he meant. his eye twitched before he changed the subject.

"Can you grab my duffel bag ma?" she nodded and looked around to see the black bag sitting on the floor by the couch.

she bent over to pick it up feeling the breeze against her folds, she could hear him take a sharp deep breath "you just like fucking wit me huh?" he asked her as she turned around to hand him his bag the look on his face was making her wetter by the second "what did I do now?" she asked playing stupid "baby ima need you to stop playing wit me alright?" he grabbed the bag and tossed it back down before grabbing her by the waist and kissing her his hand going underneath her dress and gripping at the bare plump flesh of her ass making her softly groan into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue.

with one hand still on her ass the other hand snaked to the front and began rubbing at her moist clit making her legs weakly shake "ouu wait a minute" her hand wrapped around his wrist trying to move his skilled fingers off the puffy bundle of nerves "nah you wanna walk around here like that ion wanna hear you say shit."

she whined letting go of his wrist before snaking her arms around his neck once he dipped her fingers into her wetness he sighed "you always so wet for me baby" he said before fully sliding his thick middle finger into her tight puss he pumped his finger in and out slowly "fuckkkk" she grinded her hips down onto his finger as his pace started to quicken making her cover her mouth to keep from getting too loud "m'getting so close daddy" she moaned in his ear as he kissed her jaw and neck "yeah? cum on my finger ma I wanna taste it" he purred in her ear.

Once he said that she wasted no timing letting her orgasm go making her legs shake even more, making him have to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her up "oh my godd- shit" his hand was now covered in her sticky white nectar he pulled his finger out of her and went to taste it, he sucked on his finger "you taste so damn good I wantchu to taste this baby" she wrapped her brown lined lips around his finger and sucked the small bit left of her pleasure off of his finger before leaning back in to kiss him her manicured hand was now palming his dick thru the leather pants he had on making him groan "whatchu want baby? you gotta tell me" he spoke deeply his eyes on her hand that was rubbing at his hard dick "mm I want you to fuck me." she told him gripping his dick just to make him groan.

he scooped her up and tossed her on the couch her face towards the wall "tell me how bad you want this dick ma" his hand rubbing at her ass and back "I want it so bad daddy" she bucked her hips back arching her back making her perky ass perk out more "yeah?" she nodded quickly making him chuckle, he pulled his dick out rubbing at it in its full glory his pink tip dripping precum onto the caramel base.

he lifted her dress up above her titties he soon was rubbing the fat tip of dick all between her folds making the woman shiver "cmon daddy please" she begged him "shh I got you" once he pushed it in the both groaned in unison his strokes starting off slow before he quickened his pace making her get louder "fuckk daddy please don't stop please" she knew he couldn't stop but the thought of it was bringing tears to her brown eyes "I aint baby just throw that ass back on yo dick mama this all for you" he groaned grabbing at the back of her neck, she of course obliged and started to jerk her hips back onto him the sounds of their skin slapping getting louder "fuckkk mama just like thattt, who's pussy is this huh?" he asked her and when he got no reply he smacked her ass harshly "yoursss" she gripped at the back of the couch .

When he pulled out she turned her head around ready to talk shit but he quickly picked her and put her in front of the mirror that was on the wall next to the couch in his dressing room and onto the floor forcing her to be on all fours before he quickly slid his dick back in, he wrapped his tatted arm around her neck putting her into a chokehold and lifting half of her body up the angle of her thrust making her bite her plump bottom lip hard enough to draw blood "oh my goddd daddy I can't take it" she whined even though her actions didn't match her words at all with her hips still jerking back to meet his thrust "yes you can take this shit like a big girl I know you can" his face was close to the side of hers.

His other hand went down her body down to clit to start rubbing at it making her hips falter their movements and try to move away from his thrust all together "nah nah don't start that running shit baby" he warned her, as much as she wanted him to keep going she couldn't help but run his back shots were always lethal and every time she tried to run "mm i cant help it-" she cried out his fingers working at her clit faster "yes you can stop running from me baby" as he spoke everything went black as her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the biggest wave of pleasure rush over her "oh my fucking goddd daddy im cumming im fucking cumming" her words falling out her mouth "that's right baby cum on yo dick this dick is all yours I promise mama shittt" his thrust got harder as he chased his own wave of pleasure "shit mama I'm boutta bust all up in this pretty pussy" his hips stopped and they both let out a loud moan as he filled her up with his cum.

"no more sundresses for a little bit ight?" he said jokingly as he pulled out "alright" she agreed pecking his cheek.

THE END

[4raykage]

@nirami-blogin

[moth-related-inquiries]

just an fyi I have three south park requests and I'm working diligently on them ^^ the first person who requested gave me a Professor Chaos req and I'm tryna make sure I DELIVER!

I also want to add that I will do both adult and kid versions for both Fractured But Whole and the Stick of Truth series. They will obviously be very different (adult versions being actually real while the kid versions are make believe.) Please refer to my masterlist for who and what I will do ^^

With that being said, Comfort in Chaos should be out soon :p

[jewbeloved]

Kind of a rant I guess? I'm kinda getting tired of having these fanfics that are probably written by 10-12 yrd olds pop up when I am searching for tfbw x reader.

I legit want to write my own tfbw x villain reader fanfic story so bad 😭 but I'm having a writers block. All of the other fanfics I have read are either boring or bad in general.

When it comes to superheroes and villains, I was never a fan of being a superhero because it's more interesting with being a villain.

Why do the authors keep making the reader act so damn dumb and weak in these stories??? That's mostly common in the female reader stories.

Don't get me started on the physical appearance they insert for the reader, I hate that sht with a passion because I want to imagine what my character is wearing without the author just randomly inserting whatever outfit I am wearing.

We are somehow more bad at hiding our identity than Butters....I'm gonna be honest, it would probably take the characters a week or more to figure out my identity since I would be good at hiding it.

I don't mind the random ability they give us as long as it makes sense with the story and not just pulled out of nowhere. Overpowered chars imo are overrated.

The author puts their oc into the story for what reason?? I always get thrown off every time a character that I do not recognize in is the story. I just click off the story immediately.

No shad to the people who write these stories, but it's pretty tiring on how I have to specify edit my searchings every time in order for me to find a fanfic that is actually enjoyable to read and I only found one so far.

So uhm...thanks for listening to my rant?

[vikkirosko]

Hi there! If it's not much trouble could you write headcanons for Coon & Friends and Freedom Pals (like, the two groups separate but the memebers all thogheter) with a reader that is like the group's personal caregiver? Like, reader is always in the sidelines of the combat and when one is "dead" they hold the hurt one in their arms and that gives them extra life points.

To be honest, I'm not quite sure how it was worth writing this request, so in the end I decided to write a platonic group request...

Headcanons Supporting role

Coon & Friends x Reader

You were one of Coon & Friends for quite a long time, but your role in the team was different from the others. You were a caregiver. Coon called you a support player. Your main task was to support wounded or "dead" allies, but at the same time you could not attack your opponents and, in principle, cause them any harm. At first you thought this role was useless, but pretty quickly your opinion changed

Every time one of your friends was injured, you came to their aid, hugging them, patting them on the back and smiling gently. There has always been gentleness and care in your actions. If your comrades were poisoned or exposed to some other harmful effect, you took an antidote, bandages or anything else from your bag that could help them. You never left your comrades in trouble and if your opponents targeted you, your comrades protected you, realizing that you would not be able to defend yourself and that it would be much more difficult to fight without you

Your teammates cherished you as a friend and as part of their team. Even Coon, who usually put himself in the role of the main character, understood how important you were in their team. He even told you that he would add your own movie to their franchise. You answered his words with a smile, doubting it, but you did not argue with him, realizing that he could be offended because of this and you did not want to become the instigator of a new quarrel in your team

You supported your teammates outside the game, but not as a superhero, but as their friend. You may have had fewer opportunities to do that, but you were going to help them anyway, even if all you could do was just listen to them, let them tell you what was bothering them. Even outside the game, you remained their support

Freedom Pals x Reader

When you first decided to start playing superheroes, you got the role of an auxiliary player. You didn't participate in the battles directly, helping your comrades. Despite the fact that your role was important and you helped your comrades, Coon often did not take into account your contribution to the team, so you did not regret when you became part of Freedom Pals. Your role in the game has not changed, but now you performed your duties with pleasure

You were always ready to help your comrades. You treated them when they were injured and revived them when they "died". You always carried a bag full of various things that could help your comrades. These were antidotes, bandages, various snacks and other useful and pleasant little things. However, most often you helped them with hugs

When you were sitting at the headquarters, you helped your friends with what you could. You didn't have many opportunities to help them, but you tried to do it anyway. When they came back to the headquarters wounded, you treated them. Mysterion was the one who least asked you for help, even if he was really wounded, so you always came to him yourself and treated his wounds, not paying attention to his displeased expression. You couldn't leave one of your friends without help

Sometimes you thought it was even great that you got the role of an auxiliary player. You doubted that you would like to harm others, even in the form of a game. Your friends understood this, so they offered you this role once. You were grateful to them. You never told them about it, but playing your role you really felt in your place

[corporatefrog]

╰┈➤ Welcome Back to the Channel part 9; who tf are you

✧.* featuring yn getting bugged by the coon, then yn bugging the coon

: ̗̀➛ notes - this is a scene from the original post about this au! i just loved the brick tweet and i needed an excuse to add it

tags - college au, superhero au, smau

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[local-new-kid-super]

Little things the Raccoon and Friends Squad do for a New Kid!Reader during and after a battle.

Raccoon:

☆ Shares food with you mid-battle, even his beloved honey-soaked sopapilla. He's pretty selfish on the field (as with everything else), so he doesn't share with anyone else. Expect the rest of the team to get pissy he's not sharing with them.

"Fatass, Captain Diabetes is literally collapsing, give him some fucking food!"

☆ Checks on you first after the battle, trying not to seem like he cares too much, but he's even willing to 'shed' his claws off for a moment because it's next to inpossible to bandage you up with them.

"The fuck?" He snaps, struggling to open up a band-aid pack with his sharp digits. "Fuckin' shitty Terrance and Phillip band-aids, these Canadians don't know anything about battle, New Kid."

Captain Diabetes:

☆ Stays right by your side, often in front of you. Most of his attacks are head-on, and he can take quite a few kid. Sweet Scott is more than willing to take a few hits for one of the few members of the franchise who are kind to him.

"Not to fear, new kid! No hits to tough for the power of diabetes!"

☆ Always asks for you to 'sidekick' for him. He loved being by your side when Cartman first had you partner up with him after joining the franchise. His desire to have a sidekick is a mix of it making him feel like a real, respected member of the franchise, and a slight fear if you hang out with the others, you'll realize he's kinda lame in comparison to guys like Raccoon, or heaven forbid you switch teams and meet Mysterion.

"New Kid, hey! Listen, if Raccoon assigns us partners today, will you be mine? I've even got some super snacks for us to share!"

Human Kite:

☆ Kite's always willing to provide aerial support, or pick you up to help you avoid an enemies attack. This of course pisses of Raccoon, who just gets laughed at when he takes a hit.

"Ey! Kite, you fucking traitor jew, save me! I'm the fucking leader!"

"Shut up, I couldn't lift your fatass if I wanted to! Hop on my back, New Kid."

"Ey!"

☆ He's got a bunch of little home remedies his mom gives him when he goes out to 'play', and even some packed food. After a battle, he's more than happy to plop down on the curb with you and laugh at Cartman crying post-battle.

"My mom made her special stew if you want some, it's cold as balls out here..."

Mosquito:

☆ To be honest, Mosquito can't do a whole lot to help himself, much less you, but he's gonna try and show off, just for you. Whether it means flying in and draining some enemy blood, or even taking a hit to the head because he's too busy flexing his barely visible arm muscles.

"Check it out, New Kid! I'm getting pretty ripped, bzz bzz!" He immediately gets clocked by an enemy, but please don't make fun of him crying 😥

☆ After battle, he's in charge of hydration, so he'll go around and hand out water bottles, and 'blood' for himself, which you've come to realize is kool-aid powder in sprite. He'll give you your water bottle, and hope you won't poke fun at his streaky tear marks and wobbling lip.

"H-heres a bottle, drink up for... for strength, bzz bzzzzzz." He's outright sobbing now.

Fastpass:

☆ Fastpass makes sure to crack extra jokes when you're hanging around, throwing away his respect for comedic timing to slip in a one-liner after every. Single. Hit.

"C-consider t-t-this ass-kicking e-expedited!"

"Did someone o-order t-this fist with s-s-same day delivery?"

☆ Fastpass is pretty much ready to take off after a successful fight, especially if it's the end of his patrol. Hop on his back, and he'll take you somewhere cooler than this storage facility you just whipped Prof. Chaos's ass in.

"L-lets go! I've g-got a coupon for City Wok, and I've got some post fight mu-mu-munchies!"

Super Craig:

☆ He's not really enthusiastic during battle, so if you get injured or knocked out, then he'll step in and fuck up the opposition. Otherwise, he's more than willing to ditch mid-battle and go doing something more interesting.

"This fucking sucks, new kid. Let's go get a slushy."

☆ He knows fighting can be pretty stressful from when he used to battle alongside Tweek, before the whole Freedom Pals incident, so he's happy to take you back to his house to distress with him and Stripe.

"Don't worry, Stripe. Me and the New Kid really showed those assholes not to mess with Raccoon and Friends. Now, give him a carrot new kid, he makes this real funny squeak..."

[indigomarina]

Eric x Villain reader

Reader: They stole from me first! Eric (as Coon): Mhm. Reader: Stole my heart… Kyle (as Human Kite) strapping handcuffs on: It is still illegal to commit murder.

[chxcxlateghxst]

→ south park

↳ main four

↳ craig’s gang

↳ coon and friends

↳ the girls

↳ goth kids

↳ the little ones

↳ the older ones

↳ others

[other-fandoms-reblogs]

This is what Ghost is by the way though a tad more damaged looking from past traumas.

@littlefallenrebel will you be writing more? I would love to know what happens and how the reader determines what is going on. Sounds like he is shifting and reader is gaining some unknowing trust from him.

Wonder how they will feel when they realize Ghost is a shifter that is probably more comfortable as a cat than human due to his past. That’s what it sounds like to me.

Please tag me if you write more. Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

hm hmm something something cat shifter Simon.

Cat shifter!Simon who's this huge maine-coon, with rough and messy fur, scarred and missing some patches here and there, and with possibly the grumpiest face you've ever seen. His left ear is torn and tail little crooked. Quite frankly, he looks like you just picked him up from the trashcan. Which might as well be close to what happened.

The first time you bring him home, he's just ignoring you for the most time. Claims the lonely armchair in the living room corner and hisses at you from there when you try to offer him food. Swats at you whenever you try to assess his messy fur. Gleaming eyes following your every movement when you busy yourself in the kitchen or watch the telly in the living room.

Cat shifter!Simon who even after a few weeks doesn't let you close, so you stop pestering him. If he won't let you come to him, you'll have to let him come to you.

And surprisingly enough... that seems to work. Slowly, yes, but after some weeks you start to notice how he no longer just glares at you from some corner, now sitting in the kitchen when you cook, loafing on the same couch with you during evenings. He still gives you the side eye when you try to pet him, but the hissing and swatting has lessened.

Eventually Simon starts to follow you around the house more. Always watching what you do. You start to hear the impatient scratching on the bathroom door whenever you shower, often followed by a low mrow.

He even claims a spot at the far corner of your bed, to your surprise. Although, you have more than once gotten jumpscared awake when this big lump of fur has hopped on top of your chest in the middle of the night (he's just happily kneading your chest).

A few months in you start to question though how some of your things seem to deplete quicker than usual. You'd come home from work and your leftovers from the other day were gone. Maybe you just ate them already?

Same with your body wash and shampoos when you headed to shower. Did you really use that big of an amount much these days?

(Meanwhile Simon's fur is looking shinier and smells suspiciously like strawberries and meadow. And was he always that chonky?)

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inamorata | 1

Summary: Two retired veterans decide to adopt a domestic hybrid on a whim to bring some much needed light back into their dire lives.

Pairing: hybrid!Ghoap x fem!hybrid!Reader Warnings/Info: 18+ | Hybrid AU ft. black panther!Simon, grey wolf hybrid!Johnny, and maine coon cat!Reader. Despite ears, tails/feathers, and their adapted nature/instincts and personalities, hybrids have human features. | strangers to lovers; class differences; fantasy/fictional setting racism; hurt/comfort; humour; eventual heavy smut; dom/sub elements; fluff; cussing; angst (Mind the warnings for each chapter!)

Based on this idea 🖤

There is an atmosphere of departure around the common hazel just outside the fenced backyard.  

The pair of robins has found their ideal nesting spot in between the high branches of the early blossoming tree after days of scouting the pretty territory. As early as January they start to sprout, Nana had explained to you once, and it’s February now. While other trees around are still leafless and recovering from winter, the common hazel is turning colourful; working hard and earnest to change the lifeless scenery with its tiny deep green leaves and pale-yellow catkins hanging from the branches. 

And joining its effort, the common birds of the area are starting to build their nests, looking forward to spring with natural optimism; stacking sticks and stones and moss to build a home in harmonic teamwork. A home for their offspring to hatch and grow; hidden and protected from predators.  

A breeze makes the thinner branches and catkins sway while the reddish birds huddle together, seeking shelter in a notch of the trunk, puffing their plumage for warmth. Out of a hole at the base of the trunk, a hare pokes its head out, large ears perked. 

You wonder what the hare must’ve heard. You wonder if the breeze is cold, if it would nip at your exposed face and make your furry ears bristle. You wonder if the air smells fresh, perhaps flowery, though definitely exhilarating. And you wonder how the robins sound, if their lovely chirps would make your heart flutter with happiness and longing for more. 

Exhaling a soft, discouraged sigh, you continue to gaze out of the meagre overhead window, curled up on the metallic windowsill high up off the ground of your tiny enclosure; chin resting on your forearm while you clutch your long and cottony, golden tail to your chest, petting it self-soothingly while you try to get lost in your daydreams; drowning out the awful ambient noise of the hybrid shelter along with your terribly empty stomach and grief stricken heart. 

It’s gotten even more crowded after Christmas, now that given away hybrids have been returned to shelters, to the illegal breeders they were bought from, or simply dumped into the streets and on highways before they were snared and detained by the regulatory agency for homeless hybrids–the RAHH. Although the only “homeless” hybrids always only happen to be domestic. The lesser species, meant to serve and obey. 

The other female cat hybrid in this enclosure has been taken to the vet last night after her water broke, leaving you with the luxury to be alone in the tiny space, along with the puddle of amniotic fluids that no one has bothered to clean up yet, so you simply had to let it dry by itself as you lack any towels or blankets to spare for a proper cleanup, though the smell isn't half as bad as the general stench of this wretched place, and to your own horror, you’ve noticed that you’re starting to reek, too. Then again, you can only groom yourself limitedly without a clean source of water and a piece of soap.  

Then, a particularly loud wail from one of the younger dog hybrids in a kennel close by disturbs your thoughts, makes you flinch, and your fuzzy ears flatten anxiously as you peek over your shoulder just in time to watch one of the shelter workers unlock the gate to your enclosure. 

Your ears perk up again, tail twitching hopefully in your grasp as your eyes flicker to her–empty hands. No food. It’s been three days. Your stomach clenches and a wave of nausea threatens to overwhelm you at the prospect of going another day without a meal before something else catches your attention, something way more surprising–two large apex hybrids standing behind the worker, both oozing power and dominance. 

The shelter worker, a stern-looking woman with a tight bun and a clipboard, sighs impatiently as she spots you hiding higher up on the windowsill again. She's used to the skittishness and fear in the domestic hybrids under her care, but your avoidant and clever behaviour is getting on her nerves. Turning to the two apex hybrids, she gestures towards you. 

“This one seems fairly docile and well-behaved. A purebred cat hybrid, female, late 20 or early 30s, we’re not sure. She's healthy and not... uncooperative like some of the others, and it seems like she’s still a virgin.” The worker says, her voice devoid of any real concern or compassion. 

Your eyes widen slowly as the wolf hybrid enters your enclosure confidently, uncaring of the still drying puddle on the concrete floor. His bright gaze is fixated on you, neck craned to meet your fearful gaze with what you can only describe as a cheeky grin; his long grey tail swishes behind him slowly while you get lost in the cerulean colour of his eyes. Bright like the sky, promising freedom. His haircut looks funny. 

“Well, well, well... aren’t ye a bonnie wee thing,” he purrs, his Scottish brogue rumbling through his friendly words. His tail starts to wag as you shift your position, turning around fully and releasing your grasp on your tail to bend over the windowsill to get a better view. Your tail uncurls and stands up straight, its fluffy tip crooking like a question mark–showcasing your curiosity. Your nose twitches as you take a tentative sniff and catch the pleasant cologne on his tanned skin, mixed with his natural musk. 

The other apex hybrid, a massive feline missing half an ear and wearing a black surgical mask, watches the exchange with a guarded expression. His dark tawny eyes, visible above the rim of his mask, are calculating as he assesses you. He takes a step closer and enters the enclosure as well, his broad shoulders and muscular build now crowding the small space while the shelter worker steps out into the corridor. 

“She’s feckin’ gorgeous, Simon,” the wolf hybrid says in awe, his eyes crinkling with mirth as he nudges the other one with his elbow while you duck your head at the compliment, a flush rising to your cheeks. “Looks jus’ like the pic on the website.” 

Simon glances up at you appraisingly; eyes gauging your body language while you tilt your head at the way he wears his sleek black tail tucked around his waist like a belt, still wondering what kind of hybrid he is.  

“Aye, she’s... a vision, and calm, too,” Simon agrees, and his voice catches you off guard–low and gravelly, bordering on a deep, soothing purr that leaves your fur bristling pleasantly. They’re both nice to look at. Strong. He glances over his shoulder at the shelter worker, who’s tapping her foot on the ground impatiently, clutching the clipboard to her chest. “This one will do. We’ll take ‘er.”  

Your breath hitches and your heartrate increases swiftly while your doe-eyes flicker between the apex predators, not quite processing what this means, though the wolf hybrid’s tail wags as he reaches a meaty hand out to you encouragingly. “Ye think it’ll work on her, Si? It certainly doesnae with ye,” he chuckles boyishly before flashing you a charming smile. “C’mon, bon–pspspspspspsps–” 

You tut, brows furrowing at the blatant insult before you glance at the other one, Simon, who simply shakes his head slowly, muttering: “Fuckin’ hell, Johnny.” There is no doubt he’s some sort of feline.  

Meanwhile, the shelter worker nods and makes a checkmark on her clipboard. “Very well, gentlemen. I’ll have her things and the necessary paperwork ready at the front desk in a minute.” 

“You’re... serious? You–You want me?” you ask in disbelief. It cannot be that easy. It cannot be that simple. And they cannot be serious about this. Your stomach growls as you push yourself up on the windowsill, waiting for confirmation while your tail flicks nervously. 

Johnny beams and reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, retrieving a bundle of black leather along with what looks like a chocolate bar. “Ye heard what Simon said, didn’t ye? Hard ta believe those pretty ears are deaf,” he snickers, fumbling with the items before holding a collar and candy up for you to see. A friendly offering, a mouth-watering temptation. You swallow hard and move to climb down from your safe haven, drawn in by the prospect of food, of getting out of this hellhole.

Behind him, Simon clasps a hand over Johnny’s shoulder, squeezing it some and making the shorter man’s tail wag again as dark eyes look up at you expectantly. “Come on down now, sweet’eart. Let’s get you home.” 

[eeboyysworld]

teacher’s pet

Genre: smut

Seo in-woo X male!reader

Contains/Warnings: Teacher and student (reader is 18) ,bottom reader, sub!top Seo in-woo , rough, face fucking , semi-public sex.

Your teacher was a strange man, having caught his eyes lingering on you too many times than a responsible teacher should be doing. You could never admit it to your classmates and friends, but ..he was cute. And you may have been pushing his buttons lately, riling him up on purpose just to see his reaction.

It was only a matter of time before he would snap , losing all control at the flirtatious looks you sent him, carefully licking up a lollipop, pink tongue darting between plump lips as you eye his form.

Exhaling at the memory , watching birds chirp in the morning light , a cigarette layed between his lips, bringing hands up to light it. ..Ah, he must of ran out of fuel. Sighing through his nose, ‘great’ .

Watching the man lean against the schools wall, you fumble for your own lighter, happily skipping to the distress teacher. “ sir-“ flinching at the sound of your voice, his own reply fast .” Oh- ..” few seconds passes as he just stared at you before snapping out of it.”-uhm ..aren’t you suppose to be in class?” Smiling as you ignore the question,holding out the lighter in your palm.

Surprise fluttered across the man’s face, snatching the cold object out your hand, flickering the top up, the fire emitting. Blowing the smoke, tilting sideways as to not hit your face. Stammering on his words,” ah.. t-thank you.” Mentally scolding himself as you grin mischievously. Your finger sidling its way in between the cigarette, taking a long inhale before blowing it upwards.

Flushing at the close contact, eyes wide locked onto your lips before catching your eye,trying to be professional. “S-smoking with a teacher isn’t ..- really acceptable.” If that didn’t make you burst out laughing, popping your lips into a ‘o’ ,snuggling closer to the flustered man. Finger still attached to the burning cigarette ,as you pushed it between his lips.

“And.. having the hots for a student isn’t acceptable?” Whispering into his ear , lips just grazing the lobe before nipping at it. Maybe you crossed the line.. maybe the both of you did.

Not expecting it as the older man gripped your hips, harshly pulling you into an empty classroom. Shoving your body on top of a desk, his hand finding it’s way in your inner thigh. “ Please..” he had a look in his eyes, pleading for you.Intertwining your hands together, teasing him. “ Please what ..?”

Shaking ever so slightly, mumbling.” Let me touch you..” You liked your men starving for your attention.. and he was extremely willing to do anything for you.

“Mm-!” You had the man writhing, licking up his heavy length, curious kitten licks before swallowing him whole. Flinching at the sudden warmth, hands shaking as he hesitantly reached for your lock of hair, before ultimately giving in. Gripping the plush locks as you slowly started to bob your head.

Teeth grazing his tip that was leaking pre-cum, happily lapping up the wetness.Seeing the older man completely at your mercy made you coon inside.

Looking straight up at him, hair messy , lips glazed with his mess,” Fuck my face-“ he could cum right then and there.Gulping he asked if you were sure , to which you reply by mouthing his hard on.

The hands on your head gripped harder, hastily moving in and out your mouth, going faster and faster, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

The only thing you could do was moan around him, slobber making it easier to fuck your face faster. On one particular thrust did you gag, leaving the man to slow down a bit, cradling your jaw, “ Your doing so good for me beautiful boy..” catching breath, nodding at the words, mouth wide open and ready, hands finding his thighs.

Nothing but ragged groans and the sound of skin on skin echoed the empty room, knowing you guys can get caught was exciting to you. Finding the presentable teacher all teary eyes ,mouth open as whimpers left him. All because of your skilled mouth.

Hips stuttering as nonsense splattered out his lips, knowing he was close, repeatedly swallowing as your tongue swirled. “Shit— i-imm c-close..”

Popping off , arm coming up to jerk him to release, arching as you make eye contact. “ On my face-“ he couldn’t ever deny you, not when you looked so pretty for him.

Lips parted as his eyes watched his cream drip down your face to the collar, your finger smearing it down to your lips. His cock twitching at the sight.

Standing up,pulling the trembling man into your embrace, biting down his lip before kissing into him harshly.

“ Will I get good grades after this?”

A/N ; This movie was so sad but he looked soooso fine I couldn’t help myself

Ik he whimpers when it’s in 🤗

[imtrashraccoon]

This was absolutely beautiful! Just what I needed from a hard work week! Thank you!

I really like Sea of Hope so far! Fics with a skeleton mc aren't too common from what I've seen.

First time asking this sort of thing but I saw you were taking writing requests, so I thought it couldn't hurt to ask lol.

Any chance you could write a Piratetale Fell!Papyrus meeting a female reader, preferably she's human and doesn't have experience traveling the sea even though she's always wanted too? You can make him as tsundere as you want.

Love your work, keep it up! :D

Hehe. Pirate Fell Paps... ao3 link in title.

TW: *very brief* physical violence and attempted manipulation from supposed partner (Not Paps!)

I Will Sail!!!

You had made it. You reached the Crow’s Nest tavern before the search party could catch up to you, finding yourself walking toward a rather tall Monster lounging off in the back corner. Your chest was ablaze. Finally, after all this time of longing! And yet, you prayed you had made the right decision.

There was no going back.

You ignored the calls and looks sent your way as you made your way through the tables, hoping beyond hope this was the man you were looking for. Then, once there, you gave a shaky bow of your head. There was no time for pleasantries.

“Apologies for interrupting your evening Sir, but do I have the honor of addressing the master of the Burning Rose?”

Red glowing orbs looked up from beneath an intricate tricorn hat. Though the man in front of you was mostly obscured by darkness, his fine dress and stature led you to believe he was indeed the one you were looking for. Steeling yourself, you pressed on to meet the gaze. The orbs obscured and dimmed as if squinting before shifting up, head tilting back enough to reveal the face they belonged to.

A wave of relief overtook you.

A lithe skull greeted you with that of a sharp-toothed scowl. You had been right in your assumption. He was, in fact, the captain of the Burning Rose. Papyrus R.T. Ghaster, a skeleton Monster intimidating and strong enough to navigate the mostly human merchant trade within the Ebottion Sea. Or at least, what little information your father had on the newcomer surmised. A merchant willing to travel great distances to retrieve that which any desired. The only man you had heard of that actively employed women.

Someone who could grant you a way to the seas…

Fiddling with the sleeves of your dress, you did your best to tune out the noise and rowdy nature of such a tavern after dark. Waiting.

The captain stirred from his relaxed lounge, taking a drink from his tankard before cocking his head to the side. “PERHAPS. THAT IS THE NAME OF ME SHIP.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. You had to hurry. You reckoned there wasn’t much time left.

“Very good. My name is Y/N, L/N. I am aware that you have women in your employ. As it is, I would like to request—”

“NO.”

You were a bit taken aback. He hadn’t let you finish. “But Sir, you haven’t—”

“I DON’T NEED TO HEAR TO KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU WISH, LASS. THE ANSWER IS STILL NO.” He looked away from you, uninterested as he took another draught from his drink. There were chuckles from a few others at tables close enough to hear.

You bristled. “But why!? I assure you, Sir, that despite my disposition, I would work just as hard as any man and am more than willing to learn how to do anything you might need of me.”

There was a scoff. “THAT WOULD MAKE NO DIFFERENCE. YOU WOULDN’T MAKE IT PASSED A WEEK, THAT I ASSURE YOU. YOU ARE TOO SOFT FOR WHAT WE DO. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE GOINGS ON OF A PROPER SHIP, LET ALONE MINE.”

He was looking down on you, you could tell. Just like all the others. You couldn’t let that sway you. You could prove your worth. You just needed to convince him of that. You stepped back into his line of sight, letting all your pent-up anger from the unfairness of it all show.

You were determined.

“I can do it! I will do it! Even if I am placed as nothing more than a cabin boy, I would make it my undying goal to prove you wrong. I wish to sail captain. The sea calls to me! Surely you can at least understand that. Please, I am running out of time…”

A lot of the voices had quieted at your rant, mumbled words you couldn’t hear rumbling around you. The captain, to his credit, kept his cool. The only thing letting you know that he was even contemplating your word was the brightening of his eyelights as he stared seemingly through you.

Just as he finally leaned forward to say something, however, the door to the tavern burst open with an assortment of guards and young nobles. To your horror, you recognized most of them, your fiancé the one taking the lead.

He was quick to spot you, moving with purpose through the tavern towards you.

“Y/n! I insist you desist this unbecoming behavior at once! Your father has sent me to fetch you. Do not disappoint him any more than you already have.”

You couldn’t move. You thought you had more time. You thought you had more time!

The men were already halfway to you before you could force yourself to think, looking around for anything that could help you avoid what was surely to come. But you were stuck. Barring starting a fire with one of the lanterns or attempting to break a window, there was nowhere you could run they couldn’t catch you. All you could do was put an empty table between you. 

Your fiancé was not impressed.

“Really Y/N. We’ve gone through this. What would your mother think should she still be alive?”

You shook with unbridled anger and apprehension at being caught, still not wanting to submit. “She would have agreed with me! If she were still alive, none of this would have been allowed to happen! You are a scourge upon my life! I refuse to entertain the notion any longer of your and my marriage! I will suffer no longer under the expectations of my father!”

He was around the table gripping your arm before you could move, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise as you fought to wretch it free. Your stomach clenched uneasily with the venom with which he spat.

“You will do whatever you are told! As your fiancé, I will not tolerate you tarnishing my name by whoring yourself out to some strangers of the night!”

Something inside of you cracked at such an accusation. It was wrong and hurtful, nothing more than a jab at your reputation for daring to go against him. It hurt even more knowing this was the man your father had forced upon you.

You didn’t think about your next actions when you were finally able to pull free, simply moved how your soul so desperately wanted you to. With the balling of your fist, you brought it back just like your older brother had once taught you.

The look of shock on your fiancé’s face would have been satisfying had it not been so fleeting. Where you had managed to turn his cheek, the backhand he threw back was hard enough to knock you to the ground.

Through the pain and determination to not show just how much he had hurt you, you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps pass or the crash of a body hitting the floor. Back on your feet, watery-eyed and red-faced, you were shocked to see the back of the captain, rubbing the knuckles of a gloved fist.

Your attacker was splayed on the wood floor.

“YOU WOULD DARE BRING HARM TO THE ONE YOU ARE BETROTHED? HOW PATHETIC. YOU DESERVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO HAVE THEM TAKEN FROM YOU.”

The guards were quick to step forward as the other nobles helped your fiancé regain his bearings. By the look of it, having a hard time.

“Stay out of this Monster. This matter doesn’t concern you. Should you continue to intervene in the retrieval of this girl, we will be forced to apprehend you.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Riling yourself to snap back, the captain beat you to it with a booming gravelly laugh. 

“ON THE CONTRARY, GENTLEMAN. I BEG YOU, TRY.”

Everyone in the room was now at attention, the guards taking such offense at the notion that they predictably charged forward to make good on their threat. You were enchanted by the way the captain's eyelights seemed to glow and flash with that of hellfire, more cackling laughter filling the room.

“ALL HANDS! MAKE YOUR CAPTAIN PROUD!”

With that simple phrase, it was as if the tavern itself was on the verge of collapse; the sheer amount of hollering cheers, clashing of fists, and weapons shaking its very foundations. Broken glass and toppled drinks littered the floor as tables and chairs were used in the ensuing fight. For a while you could only watch, awed by how quickly the crew overwhelmed guards and nobles alike. 

It was enough to make up your mind. 

Picking up a bottle to aid the captain and his crew, a large hand gripped your shoulder. “OH, THERE’S NO NEED FOR THAT NOW. YOU’VE ALREADY PROVEN ME WRONG.” Smirking, he turned you to him. “SEEMS YE JUST MIGHT HAVE WHAT IT TAKES AFTER ALL.”

A heave had you mercilessly slung over his shoulder, the captain quickly turning to leave with a shout.

“COME! TIS TIME WE WEIGH ANCHOR!”

With riotous laughter and good spirits, the tavern soon emptied of crew and anything worth taking. You were carted off to a grand ship anchored within the port until you were unceremoniously tossed onto the bed in the captain’s quarters.

Heat blossomed across your face.

“WELCOME ABOARD THE BURNING ROSE, LOVE.” His voice lowered as he leaned forward. “I HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR WHATEVER COMES NEXT.”

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