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First Time
(NSFW Headcanons w/ Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny Mccormick, Butters Stotch, + Heidi Turner)
CWs: NSFW Headcanons + GN!reader
All Characters are aged up/ Post-Covid!!!
☆Stan Marsh☆
☆Was super anxious and nervous just like you omg
☆Bro was really hesitant to touch you, thinking if he made a wrong move, you'd hate him forever.
☆Please praise and reassure him; he needs it and will get a confidence boost from hearing your sweet words.
☆When you offer to suck him off, he’s so incredibly flustered and tells you that it's not necessary, but once your lips are on his tips, he can’t help but chase the pleasure.
☆When he cums on your face, he’s so embarrassed, so please just kiss him and tell him it's okay.
☆When it's his turn to please you, he’s a bit shy to ask what to do, but when your soft voice guides him, he obediently listens, wanting to make you feel as good as he did.
☆When his fingers and tongue reach the right spots and you cum on his face, he has the silliest smile across his face, so happy he got you all flustered and blushy.
☆When it's finally time to put his cock inside you, he’s in a daze as he admires your beautiful body.
☆Pushing himself inside you, he goes really slowly, leaning down to your face to kiss you.
☆He goes sooo slowly, careful not to hurt you, but when he feels your legs wrap around his waist to go faster, he can’t help himself.
☆After cumming, he’s so sweaty and out of breath that he lies down next to you. Please tell him how good he was and pepper his face with kisses..
✧Kyle Broflovski✧
✧He’s really nervous too, but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable first.
✧Your needs come before his, so he’ll ask if everything is okay and if you’re feeling good.
✧He’ll press kisses on your face and hesitantly trial down so he’s rested at your thighs.
✧He speaks so gently to you and will ask you to open, and there he’ll ask you where you want him to touch you.
✧It can come off as teasing, but he truly wants to make you feel good, and plus, he’s a pretty quick learner too.
✧He groans as you tug at his hair as he pleasures you with his mouth, and when you cum he has stars in his eyes.
✧You beg him to give you a chance to please him back, but he shakes his head, telling you that he needs you now.
✧When he’s between your legs, he’s still a bit nervous, scared that if he hurts you, he’ll hate himself forever.
✧But when you pull him down into a kiss and wrap your legs around him to urge him to put it inside, he absolutely melts.
✧He moans out your name, and you can feel his thrusts begin to get sloppy as you tell him how amazing he feels.
✧After finishing, he helps you to the washroom, and both of you have a relaxing bath together.
✮Kenny Mccormick✮
✮As much as he seems like he knows what he’s doing, Kenny is absolutely shaking.
✮He admires you so much—your body, your personality. Everything. And he just doesn’t want to disappoint you.
✮When kissing him, you pull away to offer him a blowjob, and he's absolutely thrilled.
✮Sucking him off, he gives the prettiest whines and groans and will rest a hand on your head, fingers intertwined with your hair.
✮He cums unexpectedly, and after catching his breath, he’s so embarrassed and asks if you’re okay, but seeing you lick his cum makes him all hard again.
✮He then offers to pleasure you, and once he’s between your legs, he first kisses the plush of your thighs, inciting a cute moan from you.
✮He’s really hesitant as he tries to remember what he’s seen in dirty movies and decides to lick your sex.
✮From there, he begins to get the hang of it and has you cumming on his tongue. He savours your taste and shuffles back up to press kisses on your face.
✮He’ll ask if he did well, so please tell him he did; he wants to hear your sweet words and voice.
✮When he’s between your legs, he goes ever so slowly, ensuring you’re comfortable, but you feel so good that he can’t help but groan your name.
✮After cumming he lays on top of you and again asks if he did well, so just kiss him and tell him how good he made you feel.
⟡Butters Stotch⟡
⟡Oh boy, this poor guy is so scared. He’s really excited, don’t get me wrong, but he just doesn’t want to make any mistakes.
⟡Please kiss him and take it slowly; guide his hands to your body because he’s so incredibly shaky and hesitant to touch you.
⟡He whines whenever you kiss him, and he squeezes your hips like he’s going to lose you.
⟡When you pull away to suck him off, his face is so red. He can’t help but breathe heavily as he waits in anticipation.
⟡When sucking him off he has a look of admiration on his face as he watched you.
⟡Before he cums, he pushes you away, a nervous look on his face. When you ask him what’s wrong, he shyly admits that he wants to be inside you.
⟡He lays you on your back and goes between your legs; there he trials his fingers down to your sex and slowly pleasures you, making sure you’re feeling good.
⟡When you tell him to stop, he’s so scared, but when you whine out that you need him, he begins to get all giddy.
⟡Rubbing himself against you, he slips in slowly, his eyes shut tightly as he whimpers out your name.
⟡When you wrap your arms around him, he feels so amazing, pressing kisses across your face as he admires you.
⟡Afterwards both of you cuddle up while he asks if you feel good, holding you close to him.
❀Heidi Turner❀
❀She’s a bit nervous, but she pushes that down to ensure that you’re having a good time first.
❀When kissing you, she will run her hands along your body, softly asking if you’re doing okay.
❀She slowly trails her kisses down your neck, to your chest, and all the way down to your stomach, where she rests between your legs.
❀Asking you to open your legs for her, she kisses your thighs and looks up at you with a smile.
❀She’ll ask what you’d like her to do, and as you guide her, she's so gentle with her touches.
❀So gentle to the point that you whine to her to go faster as you buck your hips into her mouth and hand.
❀Hearing your cute sounds makes her so happy, and she makes it her goal to please you.
❀When you cum on her face, she chuckles and moves up to place sweet kisses across your face.
❀Since she pleasured you, it's only fair to please her back, so you push her onto her back and go between her legs.
❀There you please her with your tongue, making her arch her back and moan about how good you’re making her feel.
❀When she cums, you happily lay next to her, and as she catches her breath, she wraps her arms around you as you both drift off to sleep.
(Thank you for reading and hope you all enjoyed!
Thank you for requesting and feel free to request again! So sorry that I didn't get to this sooner but hopefully my schedule clears up more since summer is coming!)
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Could you possibly do a Kyle Broflovski X catholic reader fluff? Where Readers parents don’t approve of the relationship because of religion and forbid the reader to see Kyle. However, They both still find a way to see each other. I know my writing is really confusing 😭 so no worries if you can’t do it.
Meeting the Parents
Note: I used to be Christian but was never Catholic so I’m sorry if I got anything wrong about being Catholic. You’re an adult so it's not like the parents can do much to forbid the reader from seeing someone, so I tried my best with it.
Warnings: parents disowning you
Gender: female
Relationship: established romantic
“I think I’m ready for you to meet my parents,” you say in a confident voice, but deep down you were scared of how your parents would react to you dating a Jewish boy. You know in their perfect world you would be dating a white, blonde, blue-eyed Catholic boy. “Awesome! I think I’m ready for you to meet mine as well,” you smile, you were excited to meet his parents, but also scared they wouldn’t approve either. You thought you needed to warn Kyle about your parents, knowing how they were. “My parents can be pretty scary, they are devout Catholics and I don’t know if they’ll approve of us dating… but we’re adults we can do what we want.”
“Oh, my parents are probably cool with us, if that makes you feel any better,” Kyle says, starting to stroke your back, “And if they do not approve of us, who cares, we’ll still see each other somehow.” You smile up at him, he was always so good at reassuring you that your worries won’t be as bad as you make them out to be. Kyle leans down and kisses you in the wooded area with a big rock you two claimed to be ‘your spot’. After he pulled away you two started texting your parents and set up good times to meet with them.
First, you and Kyle went to his parent’s house. You walked in and they greeted you with such kindness and then you all sat down and got to know each other. They were so happy Kyle had found a nice girl, they didn’t mind you two being different religions, especially because you weren’t too fond of yours. “Yeah, my parents were always super strict and I hated waking up early on Sundays to go to a mass that went on for what seemed like forever,” you said before they started telling you about Judaism. “Mom, it's not like she's gonna convert to it right now, or even ever, so she doesn’t need to know everything about it,” Kyle says starting to get a little embarrassed. “Oh, sorry honey, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was trying to convert you,” Sheila says. “Oh no, no you’re fine,” you say not wanting her to feel bad.
Soon enough you had to get back home for your work tomorrow. Kyle excused you two from his parent’s house, but not leaving before Sheila gives you both of you hugs. You two got into Kyle’s car and Kyle turned on the car and started pulling out of the driveway. “So, that went really well, huh, Kyle,” “Yea, they really seemed to like you, so I don’t think they have any problems with us being together.” “It’s good we got the easy one out of the way first, I apologize in advance, but I really don’t know how my parents will be,” you say, preparing yourself for the worst with them.
Two days later you meet up with Kyle at his house. For the past two days, you had been extremely anxiety-ridden thinking of all the things that could go wrong when Kyle meets your parents. You knocked and Kyle answered the door, you went right in for a hug. Kyle hugs you back but you hold him so tight and say “No matter what my parents say, I want to stay with you, just so you know, they might not approve of us having different religions.” “I want to stay with you too, no matter what they say we’re adults and can make our own decisions to stay together,” Kyle says, petting your hair and giving you a kiss on your head.
You knock on your parent's door, hand a little shaky, Kyle notices and says “It’ll be fine, sweetie, we can get through this.” Your mom opens the door and greets you with “Y/N!” and a big hug. Your father, behind her, says “Hello you two, I’m Daniel and this is Jane, come on in.” Your mother lets go of your hug and you and Kyle walk in. You all start talking when you get to the topic of religion, “I presume you’re Catholic too, Kyle,” your father says starting to talk about your priest. “Oh, no-” Kyle interrupts him, “I’m actually Jewish.” Your father immediately shuts up and looks at you along with your mother. “Oh god, here we go,” you say in your mind. “y/n, a word please?” your mother says in a sweet tone as she starts to get up along with your father.
You get up, looking back at Kyle with an ‘I’m sorry’ look, and start walking with them to the Kitchen, leaving Kyle alone in the living room, twiddling his thumbs. “What in the h-e-double hockey sticks do you think you’re doing bringing someone like that in here young lady!” your mom quietly scolds you. “How many times have we told you that you are supposed to date and marry a Catholic boy?” your dad whisper yelling at you. “You have to break up with him right now. You are not allowed to see him again.” “Mom, Dad, I’m an adult, I can make my own choices,” your parents begin demanding you stop seeing him, and how you need to break up with him.
“Come on Kyle, let's get out of here,” you say angrily, picking up your coat and purse. Kyle assumed what had gone down in there was not good by your tone of voice. It was confirmed when your father shouts out “Don’t come back until you come to your senses!” as you walk out the door. You start quietly muttering about how they were so unfair and so ridiculous. You get in your car and start bawling your eyes out. Kyle gets in and starts rubbing your back, “It’s okay, y/n, they can’t control us.” “I have to find a new church, as long as I stay with you they don’t wanna see me at all, and I don’t want to leave you,” you look at him with doe eyes. “Oh, y/n, we’ll get through this,” Kyle says as he goes in to hug you. You appreciate the embrace, starting your car after. You speed out of your parent’s driveway and neighborhood. Instead of going home, you drive to the park where your guys’ spot was.
You two get to the rock in the middle of the woods, hop on, and lay down together looking at the stars and cuddling. You curl into Kyle’s side, still lightly crying, and hold him tight. You loved your parents, but you also loved Kyle, you were so mad that your parent’s just immediately frowned upon him just because he was Jewish. You also couldn’t go to the church you had gone to your entire life, you didn’t want to stop going to church though so that meant you had to look for a new one, which scared and intimidated you, but you knew that god would give you the courage to get through this.
You turned your head to the sky, closed your eyes, and started a prayer. You praised god before you thanked him for what you had, and how your parents cutting you off wouldn’t hurt you financially nowadays. You then explain your dilemma, how you were dating a Jewish man and there was nothing against it in the bible, but your parents disapproved of it and were getting you out of their lives as long as you were to stay with him. You asked for help being able to stay with Kyle and keep a relationship with your parents, or at least guidance in finding a new church and becoming completely independent. You finish with an amen and open your eyes looking up at all the bright, beautiful stars. You sniffle and look up to Kyle, “I love you so much I hope you know, I’m so sorry about my parents being so insensitive about your religion and how closed off they are,” you say. “I love you no matter what challenge life would give us.”
#south park x reader#south park x you#south park x y/n#kyle broflovski#kyle x reader#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski x y/n#kyle broflovski x you#green answers!#greens anons
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note :: goth sad boy Stan 🤗🤗
warning :: nsfw
relationship :: romantic, established
reader pronouns :: none mentioned, afab
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“Hey dude…” You shut Stan’s bedroom door behind you, slowly creeping into his dimly lit room.
“Hey.” He laid on his bed, back facing you and his body curled up in a ball. You frowned at the depressing sight.
“How’re you feeling?” You sat on the edge of his bed, creating a shift in the pressure on the mattress. This pressure change made Stan look at you from the corner of his eye.
“Like shit.” He vacantly stated, eyes bleak and red. His black hair shaded his eyes and stuck to his forehead. His beanie had been tossed to the other side of the room, most likely in frustration.
You placed a kind hand on his back, empathetically smoothing your fingers over his body in a soothing gesture. His mind seemed to flash back to the argument with his father, and he sat up, face now contorted with anger instead of sadness.
“He’s such an deadbeat asshole. I don’t even know why my Mum puts up with it!” He snapped, back hunched defensively and his hands clenched into white fists. “I just wish he’d fuck off. Drunk bastard only gets to stay around cause he makes the damn money.” He hissed venomously.
You slid next to him, hand resting on his tensed shoulder. “It’s over now Stan, it’s alright. Don’t let it continue to stress you out.” You rubbed the muscle of his shoulder, hoping to relinquish the tension.
“I know. It just pisses me off. He’s such a dumb fuck.” You kissed his cheek, your other hand reaching to cup his face. The soft affections slowly pulled Stan from his enraging thoughts. His fists loosened and his posture slouched. “He…” Stan’s anger trailed off with his words as your kisses reached his collarbone and neck. The lightness in your pecks caused an anxious tingle to pool in his stomach.
“You let him get to you too much,” you stated, “you should cool off..” your voice trailed into a soft tone, hands threading through his messy and unkept hair.
“Yeah.” Stan agreed, mindlessly nodding though not completely processing your words, only your subtle touches.
You had made up your mind, deciding that you’d help Stan with his stress and pull him from his depressive state. You kissed him, pressing your soft lips into his own. The kiss was fuelled by love and it spoke words of affirmation to him. Stan’s eyes fell shut, embracing the passion you shared with him.
Your hands traveled underneath his shirt, skimming across his stomach and chest. Stan exhaled steadily, his stomach tensing at your tickling touch.
You aided him in taking off his shirt, looping the garment over his head then tossing it to the other side of the room. Stan’s face flushed a deep pink, his eyes lidded as he watched you travel south to the buckle of his belt.
You slowly peeled off his jeans, holding his blue gaze as you did. Your lusting stare made Stan sheep into himself, his face now burning a crimson red. He exhaled calming breath, desperate to tame the wild thudding of his heartbeat.
The thin layer of Stan’s underwear didn’t nearly suppress his erection like the jean fabric did. You had barely touched him and he was already aching for you.
Your head ducked down and kissed the tented fabric. Stan grunted softly, shifting his hips uncomfortably. You kissed his abdomen and he softly moaned, your faint kisses caused a fluttering in his stomach. Your hands hooked around the elastic of his underwear, slowly dragging it down. He turned his head, looking away from embarrassment as you unveiled his dick.
Your hand firmly gripped his cock and began to pump up and down slowly. Stan breathed a placid sigh, mellowing in the sensation of your hand wrapped around his dick. His eyelids shut, indulging his sense of touch.
Without notice, your hot mouth wrapped around his cock, drenching it in warm saliva. Stan sucked in a sharp breath, his body halting forwards and his hands immediately grabbing at the bedsheet. “Fuck.” He blurted.
You started with long, slow licks, reaching from the shaft and to his tip, back and forth in a frustratingly steady motion. The vexing nature of your licks had Stan’s hands clenching fists fulls of bedsheet fabric, and his body squirming. He was itching for more sensations to reach his orgasm.
You hummed, satisfied with his body’s begging reaction to your stimulation. Your mouth cupped his tip, sucking and licking whilst your hand stroked up and down. His right hand grabbed for a fist full of hair as you sucked him off. “Oh fuck…” He exhaled.
Stan’s eyelids locked shut and his jaw clenched. Your tongue working circles around his tip drew quick gasps and grunts from him. His hips buckled at the same pace your hand stroked him.
Stan cursed again, already reaching the point of orgasm. Your felt his bitter cum pool in your mouth. You let it leak out and used it as lubricant as you continued to jerk his dick. Your mouth popped of his cock, and you wiped the spit and cum from your mouth.
Stan already looked spent and done, his chest heaving and hair stuck in a messy array, his face beat red and eyes hazily staring up at you, God knew you weren’t done with him.
Your thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock, his hips jerked up and he gasped. The feeling of your thumb smoothing over his most sensitive spot ripped a cry from him. “Fuck! It’s sensitive-” He yelped. He squirmed, hips aimlessly humping your hand. His dick twitched, overwhelmed by the continuous  stimulation.
You hummed, pleased at the sweating mess beneath you. “You’re doing so well.” You affirmed, though you doubted Stan actually heard it, he was too wrapped up in his own moans and the electricity of pleasure that shot through his nerves to process anything else.
You pumped his overstimulated dick despite his body desperately writhing beneath you. You enjoyed it, seeing Stan’s face helplessly knot into a reaction of the forced pleasure.
Whilst your hand pumped his cock, you freed your lower body from your pants and underwear. Stan hadn’t seemed to notice this, until you mounted him, wet cunt positioned over his cock.
Without a word, you sunk onto Stan’s dick. “Fuck!” He bellowed, hands involuntarily clasping to your hips. He shot up, his face now level with your own instead of buried into his pillow. You had calmly cursed at the sensation of being filled up by Stan’s cock, his dick sliding against your walls and sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
You wasted no time in whisking your hips back and forth, grinding on Stan’s cock. His black nails dug into the the skin on your hips as your walls clenched over his worn dick.
“Shit!” He cursed again, his breath became hitched and he hugged you waist, haphazardly thrusting into your cunt. His thrusting pulled a fleeting moan from you, as it didn’t last long and his body faltered back onto the bed. His second load began dripping from your pussy.
You grinned, he’d already cum a second time and you weren’t nearly done. Stan laid, trying to catch his breath when you began rocking back and forth again. He hissed, his hips jerking at your motion.
“Fuck! Please-” Stan choked. You hushed him, planting a kiss in his lips whilst grinding on his dick. “Ah, ugh fuck!” He gasped against your lips. His eyes had begun to well up with tears of overwhelming pleasure.
His girth twitched relentlessly inside of you, hitting your sweet spot each time you sat on his cock. Your grinding shifted into a bounce as you craved the motion of his dick sliding against your walls. You moaned, placing your hand on Stan’s chest to balance yourself.
“Fuck- shit! I’m gonna cum again.” Stan stuttered, fists clenching so hard they turned white. You found yourself joining him in the reach of your orgasm, slamming your cunt onto his dick to chase your release.
As his cock hit your g-spot, a wave of ecstasy overwhelmed your body and you halted, relishing in the moment. Stan had cried out your name, presumably releasing inside of you once more. The tears that had built up in his eyes dropped, streaming down his cheeks.
You slipped off Stan’s cock and flopped beside him, placing a hand on his heaving chest. The two of you lay there, panting for over a minute.
Stan still laid limp, limbs buzzing with the shakes. He pushed the locks of black hair stuck to his forehead back, airing out his flushed face. “I feel like I’ve got pins and needles in my whole body.” He huffed, wiping away the burning tears the stained his cheeks.
You breathlessly laughed. “Next time your dad upsets you, just text me again.”
“I will.”
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Wasn’t sure if you accidentally meant to be anon, so I cropped your user out just in case, 🧚🏽♂️.
But omg thank you! I absolutely LOVE Lovejoy, most of their songs are so sad though but make for great angst I gotta say. My favorite has to be ‘The Fall’ with ‘CMWYL’ in a close second. I just woke up not too long ago, but I started my day off with reading this and it made me smile, so I’d say I’m having a pretty good day! I hope your day is excellent as well!
But yes please send me your request! I love writing from a prompt, whether it be a song or an idea someone else has.
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MORE ANGST PLEASE I INHALE THAT STUFF
For Kyle, or blurbs for each of the main 4? Or someone else? I LOVE angst as well, it's so good.
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Perfume
Note: hey, I’m back with my second fic, it’s the sequel to “Concrete” as I said I might do. Based on the song “Perfume” by Lovejoy. Kyle Broflovski x reader again, around 23 years old. Send me requests and ideas I should do for another fic/hcs I don’t have much more ideas lol.
Warnings: alcohol mentioned a few times
Gender: neutral
Relationship: formerly romantic, exes
Three weeks, exactly three weeks it had been since you and Kyle broke up. And here was Kyle, standing on the side of the road, coming home from a much-needed night out. 3:45 am was the time Kyle decided he needed to go home. He had called a taxi and was just waiting for it now. While he was waiting he decided to think back on what had happened that night.
He walked into the bar around 9 pm and sat down for a few drinks before he started hitting up the dance floor. He was 3 drinks into the night when he decided he was drunk enough to meet new people. He hopped off his barstool and turned around. There you were, standing at a table with a man Kyle had never seen before. Confused as to how you were able to move on so quickly he stood there for a few seconds and gaped at you with his mouth open. You took notice of this and excused yourself from the table, swearing to yourself under your breath.
Why, why did your ex-boyfriend have to show up on your first date with this very kind gentleman you met at a cafe the day prior? You walk over to Kyle and exclaimed annoyingly “What are you doing here?” “I see you’ve met a new ‘love of your life’, so easy to get over me, huh?” Kyle replied with a bitter tone. “Who said I ever got over you? Though you intruding in on a perfectly fine time I’m having with someone is not helping your case. If you’re so curious I met this fine gentleman yesterday and he asked me out, I figured as a single person it is my right to choose who I can go out with.” “Well, I don’t like his eyes, and I wouldn’t trust them, I hate their haircut, they look like a prick.” “Don’t insult him like that, you don’t even know him! I’m sorry you are upset over me trying to move on, and I’m sorry you don’t like who I have decided to do that with, but it’s not like you can say anything that will change my mind anymore, I’m sorry”
Kyle could swear he wanted to start crying his eyes out right then and there, but he couldn’t he had to stand strong in front of this man who wanted to steal his partner. Sorry, his former partner. God, he has no right to be upset over this, but he still was. Your responses to him being difficult were so smart, he couldn’t refute anything of what you had just said. While you were talking he started looking at your lips and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss you, and how much he misses doing that with you.
At this point you figured your conversation with him was over, you walked over to your table by where the man you were on a date with was and invited him to the dance floor. He put his arm on your back as he agreed to head over there with you. Kyle took a deep breath trying to take everything in when he got a whiff of it. Your lovely perfume, fuck. The beautiful floral and citrus scent he had become so used to. He had gone three weeks without it but getting a whiff of it then immediately brought him back to all the times you two would cuddle together, the times you two would hug, and of course the times when you two would make love.
That used to be what he would smell like after you two hung out, would this man you were on a date with smell like this after you two were together? He immediately became jealous of him for having the chance of smelling like you, a scent he loved so much. Kyle decides to try and find you on the dance floor to try and talk to you more, though he was scared of what he would see you doing with this man out there.
Kyle found you two in the middle of the dance floor. When he saw you his heart broke, you were supposed to belong with him, doing those dance moves to him. He just gawked at you for a minute before you took notice and stopped dancing. You walk over to him and say “You know, my ex-boyfriend is a policeman and if you keep stalking me like that then I can have him get your ass” Kyle sighed and started to walk away, but before he was fully out of the way he said underneath his breath “I think you need better standards,”
It seemed in the three weeks you two had been broken up, everyone else had found love that was working for them. Stan got engaged, Eric found a girl, and Kenny was planning his wedding date. This made Kyle and you feel so alone, which is what led you to turn yourself into almost a slut just to try and get male attention.
Kyle wanted to hate you, you were his ex, and less than a month after you had broken up you had made yourself a slut and were going out on dates with new men. But you were still so kind to him, after everything that had happened, you still gave him grace. How could he hate someone who was trying to be kind and civil with him? Because of this, it had become so hard for him to move on, he couldn’t even dance with another woman like he had wanted to do on the night you broke up.
The taxi still hadn’t come when Kyle decided to check his phone again. Still 3:45, had his mind really been moving that fast? He swears he could still smell your perfume, standing there, all he could do was think about you. When it felt like ten minutes had passed he checked the time again, still 3:45, and the taxi had not arrived. Kyle was so down on himself that he convinced himself that the taxi was just simply not coming.
#south park x reader#south park x y/n#south park x you#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle x reader#kyle broflovski x y/n#Kyle broflovski x you
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I have a sequel to 'Concrete' called 'Perfume' but its not letting me post
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Concrete
Note: Hello, this is my first time writing so don't be mad at me if I made any mistakes or if this is absolute shit, I'm just trying lol. But I thought I'd do an angsty piece for Kyle Broflovski x reader. Around 23 years old. This is based off the song Concrete by Lovejoy. I might make a sequel based on Perfume by Lovejoy.
Warnings: alcohol is mentioned a few times
Gender: neutral
Relationship: romantic, exes
Kyle had made a mistake, it was as simple as that to him—just a drunken mistake, a tiny little kiss, not even with tongue. But here you two were sitting in an empty pub near its closing hour arguing over this simple mistake. Of course, you did not think it was a simple, small mistake, clearly as you were six shots deep into the night, channeling your English grandfather as he would be in pubs commonly. “I hope the salt water ruins your clothes, and I hope you spend the rest of your life sleeping alone” you spat towards the man you, just days ago, thought was the one, with your voice raising louder as you went on. The bouncer took notice and started to walk towards you two. “I hope the problems that make your life harder sit stubborn in your stomach like your kidney stones.” you finished with haste to get the point across before you were shut down.
Kyle sat there with an astonished look on his face as if you were speaking in a foreign language. He was confused as to why you were so hurt over a drunken mistake, but before he could say anything the bouncer was in your guy’s vicinity again, this time taking hold of your arm and starting to lead you out of the bar. Kyle knew by that point that you two were over, and having been three beers in, he smirked as you got quieter the further the bouncer led you. For all he could care you could sleep on the concrete that night.
“All this, over a kiss,” he thought to himself alone swirling around his beer. After all she had said to him he sat there thinking to himself. Maybe in a way he could see how a kiss would skew how he would see a partner, though he was drunk enough to convince himself because he was drunk it was okay. He was tempted to get back at you and dance and make out with a lady in the bar you got kicked out of, but it was nearing 3 am, the time the bar closes, and almost no one was there, so he pushed the idea off for the time being.
Once you got to the door of the bar the bouncer shoved you off him into the road. “And stay out!” was his last words before slamming the door. You scoffed out loud and stared at the door for about five more seconds. You then start an angry march to the nearest bus station to be able to safely get back to your place. During your walk you became more pissed off at Kyle, putting together everything in your head. Last Friday there was a party at Stan’s place, but you couldn’t make it because your little sister had a recital the next morning, and you had promised her you would be there. During that party, Kyle had gotten nearly blackout drunk and decided it would be okay to sensually dance with another woman, who at one point turned around and gave him a peck on the lips. Kyle knew better than to start making out with her, but he also didn’t pull away for a hot second. This was seen by Bebe, one of your closest friends, who told you that night. You could barely sleep that night, all you could do was send Kyle a text saying
“We need to talk.”
You spent your entire little sister’s recital thinking about what Kyle had done, almost missing your little sister’s performance. Later that night you met with Kyle at a bar, where you screamed out all your emotions to him and let him know how it felt to be forgotten about. This led you to here, at the bus stop tearfully telling your story to the other strangers sitting, waiting for the night bus.
You finished your story by the time the bus got there, and you sat in your own row near the back turned towards the window just looking at yourself. You wanted to punch the glass and break the window on the bus, but you knew you couldn’t and would get in huge trouble if you did. You start to well up with tears looking at yourself, trying to silently bawl on a bus.
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