#male reader x south park
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Helloooooooooooo, how are you doing today? (Btw love your blog ^^ It's amazing!)
Saw that you write about South Park and just really wanted to request 👏👏👏
How about the main four with a taller male reader who looks intimidating (and attractive), but is actually nice? But tho he can fight and ain't afraid to throw hands. He is a sporty guy who is into boxing. He is affectionate and caring, and he has a grunge style. ^^ (romantic)
Hope It's not too much! 😭
OMG YES, also thanks for the compliments, i appreciate it a lot
Im to lazy to write about separate
Headcanons
Kenny: orange
Stan:blue
Kyle: green
Eric:red
The main four
(TW: violence, mentioned sex, blood, homophobia)
Let's say they didn't like you too much at first, I mean yeah you look fine and you turn Heads when you walk but you look like a bully
Well that changed when you were in class, at some point Stan was having problems understanding the work so you asked if you could help him out
"find the x? The fuck? Is right there" "hey dude, you need help ?" You said in a sweet tone of voice, leaning in to see his eyes "...y-yeah sure"
The mother fucker wouldn't stop thinking about you the rest of school
"what's your problem dude, are you gay or some shit?" "You are gay too, c'mon we all know how you check out his butt during PE" "THAT'S NOT FUCKING TRUE!"
Well the most normal two are Kyle and Stan, they do get nervous and all but hey you are nice
Cartman is well...
"i identify as a horse now guys" "wtf Cartman, that's not how it works" "yo guys what are you talking about?" "Cartman identify as a horse" "what?" "Stupid right" "then I just have something to say" you took a moment "yehaw!" Hehe joke
The three are like: 🧍♂️
And Cartman is like: 🚶
So yeah a lots of flirting, specially with Kenny
He's the most obvious, he doesn't even try to hide it
And damn you are muscular, no you don't look like a Jojo but you have abs, a little waist and strong arms
"why you as a man have such a little waist? For us men to grab? Are you gay?" "And you as a man why do you have a mouth? To suck dick? Whore" "ew guys, go to a motel or something "
And after some days you start to get a long with them very well
You help them out when they need and you hang out with them a lot but at some point they development a crush on you
Let's say, they fell first and you fell harder
And the moment you started dating them was funny
Some idiot was making fun of Kenny and he was like "okay idgaf"
But you where super angry
"hey, stop bullying my boyfriend or else" "ow what are you going to do huh? You are just a fag, I'm Soo scared" "oh you want to see?" "Of course" and the moment after the idiot in question fell onto the floor with a bloody nose and one his friends punch you in the face leaving you with wounds but you managed to beat him up "who's the next one" silent "i figured out, c'mon Kenny, let's go"
When you get to your home, Kenny called the others and they came super fast
"WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING" yelled Kyle while healing your wounds "i don't know they just...maked me fell angry...and they were insulting Kenny and..." "Y/n i don't give a shit about what were they saying" "i know but...i don't want nobody to hurt you, or you four for that matter" "you called me your boyfriend" "i did?" "Yeah, and I don't mind it, I'm okay but I'm going to be your boyfriend fr" "heh okay " "..." "We all can be boyfriends?" "I'm not gay" "you are" "just for y/n" "then we are boyfriends"
It's a strange relationship, nothing changed to much, you still have that relationship like bros but the physical touch increase a lot, holding hands with them or just little pecks on the check
Kenny is more flirty, grabbing your butt and saying that he didn't do anything or just shoving his head onto your chest and mumbling how he loves your man boobs
And we'll yeah, Cartman is less of a dick but he sure loves you in a strange way
And Stan and Kyle they love you so much
Kenny's parents hate you, they are super homophobic (i hate his parents omg) so when he introduced you to them, they yelled at him, you just looked at them with a death glear and walked away from them
Cuddles ALL.THE.TIME GOD
#trans#gay#nonbinary#viral#male reader#male reader x south park#hes so precious#south park x male reader#sp#kenny mccormick x reader#eric cartman x reader#south park kyle#stan x reader#south park#fanfic#stan south park#kenny south park#cartman south park#they are gay#very cuddly#yessss
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Friends w/ Benefits !!
- with the South Park Boys / x Reader
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Author’s Note ;
Sup, so I decided on making multiple little scenarios and ideas of what I think would happen if you were in a FWB relationship with these dudes. Trust me, it’s going to get spicy and interesting. And if you’re looking for that, you’ve come to the right place. Keep in mind, the characters are all going to be in their college years so they will be 18+. Not trying to have them in elementary. And if you’re near that age, get out of here kid, this is definitely not for you.
Before I make this too long, I’m going to end this here. Enjoy, tread carefully, I’ll add warnings about what’s in there and details so check that out before you dive too far in. Unless you’re a veteran. HAHAHA
P.S, I didn’t add in Cartman because I’m an AVID hater, I’m sorry in advance! But, I did add somebody I adore: Craig! Although, it’s kinda gay, but that’s for the boys or transmascs. Y’know, I gotta provide!
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Point of View : First P.O.V.
Character’s in here : Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, and Craig Tucker.
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#1 ; Stan Marsh
The song that I thought fit this best :
Sexual Dynamic : Fem!Dom | Masc!Sub
What’s in here : Mentions of throwing-up (obviously), dom fem reader, edging, and drunk oral sex.
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- Phew, this dude will take FOREVER before he comes around to this idea.
- I feel like this would be the case of not trying to move too fast into a relationship because let’s be honest, he’s going to want to end up being with you.
- He’ll have met you during class when assigned a project with you. A bit cliché, but do you think he’d really have the guts to randomly walk up to you?
- You’d end up in conversations with him because of the constant pairing together and this helped the both of you find out you had similar interests. He loved the same genre of music, had the same sense of humor, and made you laugh half of the time because of his stupid jokes.
- Eventually, Stan tried to see you whenever he was free and his friends weren’t tagging behind. A lot of this was during your walk to classes.
- He’d have to race to his right after and sometimes even arrived late because of you.
- Wendy was the first to get suspicious of the behavior because it’s her ex after all and she wasn’t done with her constant off-and-on relationship with him.
- They got into a huge fight about it and that ended up putting the idea in Stan’s head instead. (Poor Wendy. Happens to the best of us.)
- Might’ve caused a complete break-up between them.
- First time he didn’t go goth because of it! (Really, it’s because of you.)
- But, that didn’t mean he didn’t drink.
- And that also didn’t include the fact he was beginning to think of you in that way which in turn made him began to avoid you.
- His races to his classes turned into him racing out of the classes he had with you to the bathroom.
- After a couple of weeks of him doing this, you concluded it had to do something with Wendy, but you thought he was distancing himself to get her back.
- The depression hit hard. Despite you having an attraction towards him, you tried to convince yourself you were okay.
- You WEREN’T.
- Neither was he. He had to choose between telling you about his feelings or being an asshole by ditching you to get himself plastered enough so he could forget about it. Mind you, he thought he was deep in the friendzone. To him, telling you the truth was setting himself up for rejection.
- You were both oblivious to each other’s suffering until the two of you were invited to the same party.
- Because you were having such a hard time dealing with the random drift from Stan, you decided to go and feel your best by getting dressed up.
- Alcohol was another convincing factor. Ironic considering that was the same reason why he was going.
- When you arrived at the party, you navigated around and talked with a couple of friends before asking where the drinks were. That’s where you would stumble upon the drunk raven-haired boy with a vodka bottle that had been chugged by him to the very middle.
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Stan laid back against the wall of the kitchen, taking another swig of the vodka he had, and reaching up to slap a hand against the counter when his eyes locked with yours. He slowly lifted himself up, swaying like he was about to collapse any second. “Oh fuck, why’d you have to be here? I think I’m going to be sick,” he covered his mouth while loudly exclaiming that, turning to the side as if he was retching.
You automatically looked offended, your face scrunching up before you reared a hand back and slapped him across the cheek. HARD. That knocked the sense back into him because his eyes went wide and he quickly went to explaining himself, “Ow! OW! Hey, wait! No- *gag* It’s not because you’re terrible or anything! It’s cause-”
He couldn’t finish as once he looked down at your outfit, he sprawled straight for the sink, and puked his brains out. That’s when it clicked in your head. Stan threw up whenever he liked someone.
You stared at the bottle he held, freaking out in your thoughts about the situation, and going for it anyway. It wasn’t hard to take it out of his hold as he was focused on getting all the sick out of himself.
Taking a huge chug of the vodka, you coughed and sputtered when swallowing, wiping the sides of your mouth before grabbing the back of Stan’s shirt. He was dragged upstairs while you were finishing the rest of what was left, throwing the bottle on the floor afterward.
He slurred out what he was trying to say earlier as you both ascended to the next floor, “I’m not disgusted by you.! I like-” But, once again, he was cut off by another rise of bile up his throat. Right when you passed by the bathroom, he pulled away from you, making you follow with him before he toppled over the side of the tub to let it out.
“Jesus Christ, Stan. What is wrong with you?” You asked, concerned for his well-being at this point. He leaned his head to the side, spitting the rest, and turning on the shower to wash it away. Then he got up with a wobble. For the third time, he continued to try and explain, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just trying to tell you that I don’t get sick because I think you’re nasty. I’ve been trying to tell you that I think you’re-”
His face began to scrunch up and that’s when you stepped in, saying it for him with a yell, “I KNOW! I know, Marsh! I know you like me! I like you just as much, you don’t have to say it, you don’t have to acknowledge anything about this! Just stop and go back to Wendy like you have been!” Backing away, you put your hands up and closed your eyes, worried about the inevitable stream of disgusting stomach acid. But, nothing happened.
Instead, the sound of water met your ears and you opened your eyes to see the boy washing his mouth out. His blue eyes met yours, turning off the faucet, and standing back up to clear his throat, “I’ve been trying to say that for weeks now.” It was like a light switch had flipped in his demeanor and he was all of a sudden fine.
Stan continued, sounding a bit raspy because of how much he threw up, “I haven’t talked to Wendy ever since I had walked you to your house. That was the day I realized I… like you.” He hesitated but he managed to say it, looking surprised himself. You paused. It made sense. Around that time, his avoiding started.
There were no words you could give in the moment. You thought this entire time he had been chasing her while in reality, he was hooked on you. Nothing came out and no idea of what to say came to mind. He had officially broke you.
Moving forward slowly, his gaze flickered down to your lips, giving you the signal before leaning into a kiss due to his compulsive and drunk desires. If you weren’t going to tell him anything, he’d get you to respond in another way. Your lips were turning numb along with the rest of your body as you could feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole of a stupor. A part of you was slightly repulsed by the fact he was kissing you after all that happened, but he mostly tasted like the disgusting vodka rather than puke. Which was surprising to say the least.
It didn’t lead to a make-out as you moved to your knees instead, closing the bathroom door behind you, and hearing him lock it with a shaky voice following after, “Fuck, wait, I don’t want to end up getting sick on you. I’ve barely been able to get past a kiss, let alone a touch there. I don’t know if I could handle this.” He rambled and rambled while you unbuttoned his jeans, feeling his dick progressively getting hard already.
A sharp gasp left him when your fingers brushed passed it through his boxers, causing him to hold his breath while still trying to get through to you, “Seriously, [Y/N], I might throw up again!” You sighed and stood back up after his second warning, placing your hand on his chest to ease him down onto the toilet seat. He sat upright, his eyebrows knitted together as you finally responded, “If you do, aim for the tub or sink. I get horny when drunk and I don’t think I want to stop any time soon, Stanley.”
You went right back to getting on your knees in front of him and wrapped your hand around his shaft to jerk it off through the fabric, seeing a small dot of pre-cum began to form around where his tip was. He could feel the warm nauseating feeling travel up his esophagus, making him panic, and move his head to the side to avoid getting it on her while you traveled to get his underwear off of him. Wendy had never done something like this to him before. As soon as he vomited around her, she was quick to lose her appetite for it.
This was different. He felt himself bare and exposed after you succeeded in getting his lower clothes down to his knees. And this was the point where he was feeling it fill his cheeks, he tried to suppress it as much as he could, swallowing it and enduring it. It was like his body was going through an anxiety attack and all it was doing was constantly sending him in this cycle of emptying his stomach because of simple things he should be allowed to do as a man.
He didn’t have an answer to what was wrong with him, but what he did know was that it pissed him the fuck off. Regaining his strength, his hand reached up to your head and he requested something directly to you for the first time without one slightest hesitation, “Please, just keep encouraging me beautiful… and can you keep calling me by my- uh- full name?”
You gave his flushed pink tip kisses, swiping your tongue slowly across it before obliging to his ask while pumping his dick with one hand, “You’re doing an amazing job, Stanley. I’m so proud of you… Is that what you wanted? Does that make you feel good, my handsome boy?” A sly smirk spread onto her face as she looked up to see his shocked expression, wrapping her entire mouth around him and hollowing her cheeks.
Never in a million years would he think that a girl would hit dead on the spot of what he needed, jolts of pleasure running through his legs and lower stomach at the comments. Butterflies plagued him rather than nausea. And what he had been waiting for was happening, he was relaxing into a blowjob.
His hands went for her hair immediately to lace his fingers in between whatever he could, gripping it gently while the relief showed through his half-lidded eyes and his happy pants. Stan let out a choked moan along with an excited but still cracking voice, “I don’t feel.. it! God, this is.. actually amazing… Please, please don’t stop… Keep going, [Y/N]!”
Bobbing your head up and down patiently, you picked up your pace minute by minute, watching as the boy lost it at the feeling. You were too good to him. Your suction on him was tight and you made sure your cheeks were pressed up against your teeth just enough to create the best possible experience for him.
Stan’s chin tilted up to the ceiling while curses spilled, “Fuck, fuck, why do you… have to feel so good?” You could see veins popping around his neck and his Adam’s apple moving up and down from the noises escaping him. His legs were starting to move inward towards themselves, knees about to touch, and his dick was beginning to throb in your mouth. You knew what this meant right away.
“I’m not going to be able to make it for that long if you feel this amazing, god damn it,” he choked out, his fingers digging into your scalp, but not on purpose. To solve this, you popped your mouth off of him and decided to use the time for his cool down to catch your breath.
He looked at you, confused and flustered, his dick inches away from your face. It was twitching and the pre-cum kept leaking because of how pent up he was. You snickered, “I thought you were going to get sick on me? Am I the first one you haven’t vomited on?”
Staring at you for a moment while catching his breath too, he fixed his messy hair, and shakily replied, “Yeah, technically.” You raised your eyebrows before smiling bashfully like that was a compliment. And maybe it was. But, you shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.
Returning back to the activity at hand, you littered the sides of him with kisses, turning your focus to the veins wrapping around it which received a lot of feedback from him. “Woah, woah! Straight to it, huh?” His groans were amplified. It was like he got ten times more sensitive because you edged him.
It didn’t take much of you going back to sucking him to cause his orgasm rushing back. He was teetering on the edge, using the counter and anything else that he could grab on to vent by digging his fingernails into them.
Tears brimmed his eyes and he didn’t want to tell you that he was near, but he also didn’t want you to have a risk of choking. So, he confessed again, “I’m going to! I’m going to, you can stop…” He didn’t know why you were teasing him like this. But, for some reason, he enjoyed it too.
This time, you didn’t pull away. You picked up your pace instead. And that made him nearly knock off everything on the counter. He instinctively stood up, grabbing your head, and in the last final minute he had your mouth wrapped around him; he fucked hard into your throat and let out the cum he had been penting up since the last time he got to interact with you.
The groans that left him were loud and breathy, his eyes almost closing from how tired he got because of the amount of alcohol that was in his system. You were swallowing as much as you could to keep yourself from possibly throwing up yourself due to choking.
Eventually, every bit was dumped out of him and he pulled you off to let you breathe. You gasped for air and glared at him. Stan realizing what he did then and apologizing right away, “Oh crap, I didn’t mean to do that! I was trying to be careful, I’m so sorry!”
Proceeding to apologize to you for the rest of the night after that, the two of you had returned to walking each other home, feeling a long in your heart to remain by each other’s sides when you had to return to your separate dorm rooms. One thing was for certain though. You and Stan were going to have a lot of secrets that the title friends could only cover.
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#2 ; Kyle Broflovski
The song that I thought fit this best :
Sexual Dynamic : Vanilla-esque.
What's in here : Slow sex, slightly experienced Kyle, and facial ejaculation.
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- Oh no. Here we go. Now, Kyle, he’s a different story when it comes to getting into a friendship like this.
- He’d probably be easier to convince than Stan, but that’s if you were direct and honest with him.
- You’d have to be somewhat close with him enough to get to that conversation so I would say about five months into meeting him through mutual friends at the lunch tables. At some point, both of you would come across each other and have an in-depth conversation.
- He’s a sucker for intellectual people so once you’re bringing up your collections of books and the fact you make regular visits to the library, this guy’s interest shoots through the roof.
- Eventually, you’re the only thing he starts talking about with his friends and they all start to notice him drifting off in daydreams during class.
- This was about a couple of weeks into the friendship.
- The nerd just couldn’t stop eyeballing you. It didn’t help that he really admired your style and the way you dressed as well.
- Stan pulled him to the side one day to have a talk with him about you and he managed to convince the curly redhead to ask you to hangout at his place.
- The idea was that he was going to watch a whole marathon of Harry Potter movies with you considering the two of you were huge fans of the series.
- You were immediately down as soon as he asked. If anything, you were cheering to yourself about it.
- Now, you could put your plan in action.
- The truth was that you had thought of the Broflovski in many ways that would be considered beyond unholy.
- And the fact his parents were going out for the weekend you were coming over too did not help the ideas popping up in your head.
- When it came upon the day you were coming over, you decided to put on your sexiest outfit yet.
- A short tennis skirt, a laced spaghetti-strapped crop top, and a pair of thigh highs was enough to do the trick.
- You arrived at his place a couple of minutes early but just enough to where you didn’t look crazy, secretly wearing nothing underneath on purpose for him.
- He had paid Stan to babysit Ike for him that day too.
- You were not the only one plagued with not-so-innocent thoughts the entire week leading up to it. Kyle had some things planned out in his head as well. Technically, a mutual agreement without saying a word.
- Kyle was fast in opening the door for you and once he saw what you were in, the red on his face was more than visible.
- Obviously, he couldn’t hide the fact he was staring and definitely interested in the sight you were giving him.
- He locked every lock on that door as soon as you got inside.
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You hopped onto his couch the moment the warmth of the house enveloped you, causing you to sigh in content. The freezing temperatures of South Park made it impossible for a girl to get pretty but you weren’t letting that stop you. Your eyes landed back on Kyle who was dressed in a green long sleeve and brown pants.
His outfit was super cute, less risqué than yours, however, that did not matter. He still looked like a snack to you. And you were already willing to lunge for him. But, you kept your distance. For now.
The boy sat next to you and relaxed into the cushions along with, being the one to break the silence by complimenting what you were wearing, “I swear, you choose outfits that fit you too well sometimes.” Benefits of talking to a guy with brains was the way they word things. “You’re not helping my barely growing teenage brain here,” he added on as a joke. A part of you knew that he wasn’t entirely bluffing though.
This was proven when you glanced down at his lap to check if there was a sign and sure enough, a rising tent had appeared.
Kyle, quick to notice things, saw that you had peeked and grabbed for a pillow to sit it over his crotch. Embarrassed that he didn’t think of doing that as soon as his mind went south.
But, you weren’t going to ignore that. You couldn’t. Your eagerness was too much for you and the heat between your legs was screaming for you to get to moving. So, you huffed out, “I don’t think I want to help. I’m here for encouragement…” While scooting yourself to replace the pillow on his lap with your ass instead.
He tensed up, sucking a breath in, and using his hands to grip your hips. You could feel his boner poking your inner thigh, about to brush the spot you wanted it to the most which got you even more excited.
Kyle was just as excited, jabbering on as soon as you pressed down into him, “I was hoping you would say that. I didn’t think I could just be friends with you as much as I wouldn’t like to admit that…” His hips bucked upward into you repeatedly, rocking himself into a position where his hard-on could rub against you perfectly. Your eyes widened and a moan slipped out.
The front of his pants was starting to get wet from grinding up into your bare pussy, causing him to notice, and ask, “Are you wearing anything under that?” You shook your head no while biting your lip, moving one of your hands to grab your breast and the other to lift up your skirt.
He watched what you were doing with an aroused look to his green eyes, staring at your chest often. This gave you the idea to strip off your top and throw it to the floor.
What a good idea it was because it made Kyle leap to tug his pants off. His boxers followed with and out sprang his dick, hitting his chest from how hard it got. The freckled boy panted, a blush everywhere on his body, matching the color of his hair. He was unbelievably attractive like this.
You leaned down next to his ear to whisper while grabbing his shaft, “I’ve been wanting you inside me ever since Sophomore year.” Before pushing it inside of you and lowering yourself all the way down until you were sitting right on his v-line.
He shuddered and gripped onto you tightly, digging his head back into the couch from the pleasure that rushed through him at the warm, wet feeling wrapping around.
“You should’ve said something because I would’ve made that come true,” he said. That was the last thing that was spoken as the two of you got lost in sex. You began to bounce on him and he guided you to grind during the process. Your eyes drifting everywhere, going from dazing off at the wall, to looking at him without a single thought in the world other than how good he was making you feel.
Kyle was in the same state. Admiring you by skimming his hands across your sides and using his fingers to play with your nipples. After riding him for a couple of minutes and starting to sweat from the workout it was giving you, he flipped you to rest back onto the armrest.
He slowly rocked his dick into you, pushing into your walls, and digging for spots that made you gasp. His groans ended up being muffled into your neck as he buried himself in the crook of it, kissing against your skin, and creating hickies once he traveled enough.
During his slow fucking, he drifted his thumb over to your clit and rubbed it at a good pace that matched his thrusts. It had you constricting yourself around him until you were a shaking mess, cumming underneath his figure, and riding out the high with him.
The green-eyed boy pulled out when you finished, jerking himself off at a fast speed, and asking politely, “Can you open your mouth and level with it please?” Without hesitation, you lowered yourself to his dick and let him release all over your face.
You stuck your tongue out, feeling the sticky liquid decorate most of it before you swallowed the bit that landed there, looking up at him with a smile.
Both of you had to clean up more than watch movies after that, but that did not matter to you, whatsoever. The only thing that mattered from that point was the next weekend you had to plan with the Broflovski.
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#3 ; Kenny McCormick
The song that I thought fit this best :
Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Dom | Fem!Sub
What’s in here : Praise/ degrading kink, lots and lots of positions, public sex, and a creampie.
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- Well, well, well. What most of you’ve been waiting for. The guy that obviously will take no time in making you his fuck buddy!
- It’s pretty obvious that right away he made his intentions clear and he communicated them with no problem.
- And that’s exactly why you were into him.
- Kenny has an eye for girls that like to have a fun time and you happened to be one with a big reputation of rebellion.
- You loved ditching class, hating the kids, the work being too stressful, and all of the above was the reason why.
- And he was often caught back there as well. So, sooner or later, you came across each other on one of your breaks from the shitty school environment and took it together.
- Might have ended up in the mutual agreement of being FWB’s right then and there which lead to you giving the boy his first non-std infected blowjob.
- The thing that had gotten in your way, however, was the fact you had strict parents and this meant you had no way of getting out of the house to meet up with him.
- To make things worse and add the cherry on top, this started around the end of the school year and the both of you ended up having no way to contact each other because of this.
- Those two months for both you and Kenny were perhaps one of the most depressing periods of time in your life.
- After dealing with this, College had started and your parents began to let you have more freedom because you were becoming an adult.
- You were frustrated at the timing, the blonde-haired boy on the back of your mind the entire time they spoke to you about it. And the more you had longed to see him again.
- The first day of College arrived some time later and you had no idea what to expect.
- There was an uneasy feeling. You knew that Kenny wasn’t financially well off and you didn’t know if he was good grade-wise so it left you with the weight of finding out whether or not he was attending.
- Throughout the whole school day, you looked for him, high and low, low and high. Everywhere.
- He wasn’t in any single one of your classes. None of his friends were too. It seemed like all hope was lost and that the inevitable had happened.
- But, before you could end up back in that same pit of sadness, during the walk out of one of your classes to go to another; you passed by the stairs and someone grabbed you.
- Not knowing who it was, you put up a bit of a fight, losing pretty badly considering the person was quite strong, ending up behind the crevice of the stairs anyway.
- When you came face-to-face with the man that dragged you away, you squealed for joy.
- It was, of course, the McCormick.
- Both of you collided into a huge hug and stayed there for a while, cherishing each other’s warmth and smell.
- He’ll always have that faint smell of weed on him, but, it made him hotter in a way.
- It didn’t take long for the hug to turn into an elated talk.
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“Where have you been? How has life been treating you, Ken?” You asked while shoving his arm playfully, tilting your head to the side. He smirked at your behavior, finding it cute, before responding casually, “Honestly, it could be better. But, I’ve been doing okay. Now, that I’m getting to see my smokin’ hot babe again though, I think it’s more than great!” His nickname that he gave you made you crack up and blush at the same time.
Laughing along with you, he repeated the question, aiming it toward you this time. Your expression quickly dropped for a minute and when you remembered that he could pick up on that, you tried to play it off, “Oh, yeah! Uh, I’ve been okay too. Just been working my ass off in keeping my room clean so my parents won’t take my phone for the millionth time.”
A sigh left him hearing that and he clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head side to side while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Still dealing with them? Damn, I’m all for parents making sure their kids are doing what they’re supposed to and actually taking care of em’, but, when you’re practically shoving your nose in their ass, that’s a problem,” he complained.
You agreed, “Tell me about it.” Rolling your eyes, you copied his body language by leaning too. Having dealt with them being this way since twelve, he didn’t even know half of it.
Silence began to fall onto your ears as Kenny opted for staring at you other than continue the conversation, his blue eyes scanning down your body, ultimately going for his perverted tendencies by lingering on your breasts a little too long. You snickered in response to this, “Really? You’re going to stare? You know you have hands, right pretty boy?”
Teasing him was just what you needed to do to make him budge as the McCormick turned to pin you to the wall, leaning down to get to your eye level. He gave you a small, soft kiss on the lips before pulling away to began lifting your shirt up above your head with a retort, “You should watch what you’re saying or else you’re going to end up being humiliated in front of a whole bunch of people, [Y/N].” So, he was saying your name now?
You decided you wanted to see if he would go that far by testing him, snaking your hand up to his waistband before shoving it inside of his pants without any struggle. Starting to rub him through his boxers right away, Kenny let out a grunt and pressed his forehead against yours while his brows furrowed.
Your voice lowered only for him to hear what you were telling him, “Do it. Fuck me so hard that everybody will know who’s screwing me that good.” His breath got shaky at that and you felt his cock throb in your hold.
He started tugging at his pants, bringing them down to his ankles along with his underwear from how eager he was after hearing what you said. A feeling of regret haunted you for a second when you glanced at the size of him, forgetting how huge he was until you got to see it in front of you.
But, that was overshadowed by how horny it also made you. Your own shorts were being thrown to the ground with the rest of the clothes. Eventually, leaving you both naked in front of each other.
Kenny was the quickest into getting in action, massaging your tits with both of his hands while moving his mouth to latch onto your neck. He made a couple of hickies working his way to your collarbone, running his fingers from your nipple to what’s in between your legs to rub your clit in circles for a minute.
Getting bored with this, he switched it up by continuously kissing lower and lower. Still sucking on certain spots to get it to bruise. He was marking you up and you were enjoying every single one. You moaned softly, trying to keep quiet, but loud enough for him to hear. After all, you didn’t want to actually get spotted doing this with him and end up expelled.
When he got to your pussy, his arms slid into the crevices of your thighs before he lifted both of them, spreading them across the wall. Then his mouth put all of the attention onto it.
Kenny licked your folds repeatedly at first to get a taste of your juices, gliding his tongue over your sensitive bud, and swirling it in a pattern to get you to make more noises for him. You were restless, grinding up into his face, and tugging onto his hair the moment he got to flicking side-to-side.
He went at it for a couple, causing you to cover your mouth midway through because of how much your voice was raising. It felt amazing. Like you were floating from how good his technique was.
Covering you with his spit from how messy he ate you out, you jutted your hips up and began to grind on his face. Around his mouth was a mess, spreading to his nose, and cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes the whole time he did it and switched to sucking your clit for the finale.
The blonde-haired boy got you to cum from that alone. Letting you roll on him like he was your new personal chair and smother his head with your thighs until pure bliss was the one thing showing in his expression.
Your juices spilled onto him, some landing where his dick was which worked out for lubrication in the long run. He stood back up, glistening in the sun from all the wetness, telling you with a smooth tone, “Turn around for me and put that ass up, baby.”
With shaky legs from the orgasm you had, you did what he said and bent over, your cheek pressed up on the cold bumpy surface. “Look at that… You’re being such a good little whore for your best friend,” Kenny cooed while grabbing your head and pushing you up against it; positioning himself with your entrance and sliding in easily. The both of you moaned out in satisfaction.
You had been waiting for him to do this to you for so long. And it didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. In fact, the big size and girth gave you the feeling of being full.
He sent loud slaps through the wall once he rammed his first set of thrusts into you, being fucked aggressively in doggy style despite you not being far from your peers and a death sentence from your parents.
The wet sounds mixing along with it didn’t help. And you were so sensitive that it made it impossible for you to hold your breath. The whining, yelps, and panting all at a high enough pitch that it was beginning to echo. You were going to get caught if he didn’t finish soon. Both of you would. But, for some reason, that didn’t sound as threatening as it should.
Your sense of danger was dulled from how hard he was railing you. And how turned on you were from it. Like he had molded you into being stupid for the time being.
You raked your nails on the wall and arched your back more, pleading out to him, “Faster, Kenny! Please, hurry up… I don’t want to get in trouble!” He paused as if he wasn’t expecting to hear that, but responded once it registered, “Okay, though you asked for this…”
Quickening his pace, your eyes shut and you used your hand to muffle yourself by biting onto it, crying out from his dick practically reaching into your stomach. He groaned, watching the display for himself to memorize, and slightly impressed at how dirty this hook-up was. You were going to be his favorite, for sure.
His end began to near around the time the bell was about to ring again, people about to fill the halls any second now while you’re being pummeled by the biggest pervert in school. You murmured curses quietly, feeling him grab both of your wrists while chasing his high as fast as he could. Tears left your eyes when Kenny finally reached it.
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he fucked his jizz inside of you and pumped every last drop he could. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s right… Take as much as you fucking can.” His dirty words were like music to your ears and the way his cum filled you to the brim made you hum. Drool dripping down the side of your mouth from how out of it you were.
Although, he was put in a tricky situation considering you could no longer walk and he possibly could’ve got you pregnant, a huge derpy smile stayed on Kenny’s face for the rest of the time he was with you. No one had seen him that happy ever. So, there was a lot of questions you had to answer when the boy ended up confessing that it was because of you. Who knew it was so hard to keep a secret with the McCormick.
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#4 ; Craig Tucker
The song that I thought fit this best :
Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Sub | Masc!Dom
What’s in here : Yandere Craig (doing it cause I felt like it), mentions of murder, rough/painful sex, and a cumshot with a creampie.
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- Well fuck, this guy had known you for so long that he could barely remember when he first met you.
- But, that didn’t mean you two were close.
- You were simply friends from afar before ending up complete nobodies to each other around the time college came about.
- Or that’s what you thought.
- Craig had only stopped talking to you, he didn’t completely stop from hanging around you.
- Meaning that he would often drop by the places he knew you were hanging around to sit nearby and watch what you would do.
- This wouldn’t be creepy if it weren’t for the fact that the only place you liked to be inside was your dorm room. So, he was watching you from your window.
- It was easy for him considering the two of you were neighbors and whenever he wasn’t occupied with his love life, he’d be lost in staring at you playing the guitar or even go as far as watching you change.
- At some point, his infatuation with you peaked after coming across a late night masturbation session you were having, forgetting to close the blinds which let him have access to the scene.
- You had no shirt on, your pants barely above your knees, watching something on your computer screen. And his body was quick to react when he looked down.
- He got an idea to bring out his camera and record you, taking the moment to have fun himself.
- After jerking off and cumming around the same time with you, muttering your name in the middle of it, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit beside and just watch you forever.
- With an entire month of constantly recording you, breaking into your room and taking some of your clothes. Even stealing pencils that you broke out of boredom from the trash to keep in his drawer and watching you get drunk until you hooked up with random woman. Craig spiraled downward into an unhealthy obsession.
- He couldn’t stand it when seeing you flirt with girls despite knowing that you had no knowledge of his existence.
- If you took them home or went home with them, they would end up missing the next day.
- Craig didn’t know why he did it. He just simply felt the motive. Maybe it was because they were girls and he was a boy or maybe because he was in love with you. Honestly, he didn’t want to think on it.
- It got out that some of these woman were disappearing around your area and you ended up finding out it was the ones you hooked up with when the police were at your door.
- You were questioned and put as the number one suspect because you were the last person seen with them. And this confused and scared you badly.
- The police were convinced you were telling the truth by the way you reacted to the interrogation. Answering all of their questions sincerely, even telling them details of that night you had with them but not going too far to where it was weird.
- Also, the devastation on your face was easy to see. So they left you alone.
- However, this haunted you and you became desperate on trying to find out more about what happened to the girls by asking around. As well as waiting for more information from the investigation.
- The black-haired boy had to keep a low profile after and thanked himself for dumping the bodies in the lake further ahead of time.
- He was oddly disappointed in himself because of what he had done. Not because he had taken the lives away from innocent girls, but because he made your life become so hectic and had you go through so much stress.
- After the ordeal was dying down and the cops were coming to a dead end, the cases went cold and Craig went about his daily life of stalking you once again.
- You did not come back from this okay. Actually, it lead you to distancing from people romantically and sexually because you were afraid they would disappear.
- Landing you in therapy to get over the traumatic experience and depression that was swallowing you whole. Making you lose all of your friends and end up alone.
- And who would’ve known that Craig happened to need to go to the same therapist too? After his parents had found him talking to a wall and carving an initial into himself, your initial.
- He was admitted out of self harm. But, really, he was coping with the fact he couldn’t follow you during the search for the kidnapper of your flings.
- This gave him an opportunity to get to know you though as you crossed paths often when waiting in the lobby for appointments.
- One day, he told himself he was going to try and greet you. It should be easy because you both used to know each other, right?
- But this lead to him dodging it as soon as he got near you.
- You could be thirty feet away and Craig was standing there, panicking in his head, his face the exact opposite with barely any emotion present. Contradicting his stoicism, his heartbeat was racing.
- Your eyes had glanced over and ended up locking with his, raising a brow like you were questioning him.
- Then he saw you get up and began to head over to him.
- He became extremely nervous and excited all at the same time, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath to ready himself before you were right in front of him.
- His blue eyes were intense and burrowed themselves into your head as you got to finally talk to the guy you’d been seeing around.
- Might have been an socializing assignment your therapist gave you so you can repair your relationship with people. Fucked up considering he’s the one that ruined it in the first place.
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“I remember you! You’re the guy that lived in my neighborhood! Your name’s Craig, right?” You gave him a chipper smile, taking off your headphones to rest them on your shoulders. Craig had froze and stared at you blankly before rushing to find something to respond with, “Uh, yeah, I happen to be that guy.” It came out more awkward than he had wanted it to but who could blame him? He was talking to the boy he had been immensely infatuated with for months now who was acting extremely casual.
You laughed in victory at the correct guess and placed out a hand for him to shake, telling him why you approached, “That’s great! I had been looking for some more friends actually as I’ve went through something a little while ago and it’s left me a bit lonely. You think you could be my friend?”
He didn’t know how to register what you were saying but he wasn’t upset about it in the slightest. Although, his mind wasn’t concluding this as you two being ‘friends’. Grabbing your hand, he shook it and forgot to not put so much force, ending up yanking you a little too forward.
Your face collided with his chest due to losing your balance, making him catch you, and help you regain it by making you hug him. It didn’t help that you were at his height too because as soon as you pulled back, your nose was almost touching his. His eyes were back to burning themselves into yours, an electric feeling running through you at the moment. ‘Why did he look at me like that?’ you wondered, ‘Like I’m the most interesting thing in the world.’
Craig had to hold himself back from doing anything stupid and last minute, tensing up and slowly getting you to move back to where you were by grabbing both of your shoulders. You blinked rapidly and muttered out an apology, “My bad, I didn’t mean to fall into you and stay there, you just got really pretty eyes man.” That wasn’t a lie, you did think the color was super nice to look at.
But this compliment hit him way harder than it should’ve. And he found himself beginning to blush, blurting out a compliment back before he could think, “So are yours.”
The both of you were becoming flustered, looking at each other for a minute until you thought of another topic to talk about, trying to save yourself from spawning a crush on the guy. “So, what do you like to do in your spare time?” you went for that. And instead of answering, he asked you another question, “Do you smoke?”
Your eyes went wide as you watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a blunt the size of a finger, staring at it in disbelief. This was the weirdest interaction you’ve had yet. And how did he know that you were okay with that? And smoked weed? Did you smell like it? All these questions ran through your head but at some point, you had to answer him, and free drugs were a hard thing to come by, so you were honest, “Yeah, I do.”
A part of you felt pumped about it while another was a bit weirded out. However, you forgot about it quickly as soon as the blue-eyed man started walking away. You began to follow behind him, keeping up enough to watch his back the entire way, and admiring the trees every second or so when you got bored.
It was quiet. Not a word exchanged between them. That was because Craig was over his head. He was piecing something together in his thoughts, forming a plan, one that wasn’t what you would call sane. But, that was because he simply wasn’t. He couldn’t pretend like he hadn’t been thinking of you in a certain way for a long time. Like he hadn’t killed for you because of it.
As he lead you to a nearby alleyway he went to when he wanted to watch you in private, his back turned and he was facing you again. This place was damp and dark, the smell not the best, but it was away from society. And that was perfect for this.
The ravenette rested against the wall and lifted the blunt in between his fingers to rest right on his lips before reaching into his pocket to pull out a lighter. He lit the end of it, resting the flame on the tip for a couple of seconds as he sucked in a huge cloud that left his mouth the second he blew it out.
Holding it out to you afterward, a trail of smoke drifted from the cherry while you took it in your own two fingers. You took a hit from it just like he did, knowing that this was a really good kind as soon as you tasted how smooth the bud was. Your eyes closed and you held it in for five seconds before letting it out until all the air escaped your lungs so you didn’t die from coughing.
Hissing through your teeth, you ended up still letting out a grunt and cleared your throat to ease the burn in the back of your throat. “Shit, that’s a pretty good strain, what is it?” you asked in the middle of your struggle.
Craig took another drag and doubled it while responding nonchalantly like it was nothing, “It’s called Azul. I grew it.” He glanced down at the blunt to check on its burning status and decided it needed another light.
After getting it bright again, he handed it back to you and let you take a couple more puffs, putting his hands in his pockets. An impressed look crossed your face and what he said piqued your curiosity, you asked like you didn’t believe him, “Really?? You’re a grower? Don’t you go to my school and dorms?” It seemed you were going to get along with this guy way more than you thought you would.
More time passed as the two of you progressively got higher and higher each pass, ending up with you laughing contagiously at a joke he had made about a lady that passed by. You would’ve normally quietly chuckled and try to contain it because of how mean it was as you didn’t want to feel bad. But, the state you were in was more than relaxed.
A small smile appeared on Craig while he watched you lose it, “Dude! That’s so messed up… Come on!” You hit his arm and rested your head on his shoulder from being out of it, mumbling into his sweater. He put out the blunt then because he knew that any more would be way too much. Once you got to lift your head and rest your chin on him, he turned his toward you.
He looked down, so close that you could feel his breath brushing against you, and that made your heart stop. Muttering quietly, his questions took a turn that you didn’t expect, “Have you ever kissed a guy before?” Almost instantly, you could feel your dick starting to rise, causing you to cover it with your hand while responding in an unsure tone, “No…”
When your eyes flickered down to his lips after the mention of it though, he was fast to press them against yours. You didn’t resist but you didn’t return it either. Letting him softly kiss you before he pulled away to conclude, “Now you have. How did it feel?”
It was like the oxygen had left you. You couldn’t wrap your mind around why you liked that so much. And the fact he tasted like raspberries was not helping. Was a guy really going to be the one that gave you the best kiss of your life?
He frowned when you took forever to answer, sighing through his nose, and pulling away with a rejected tone, “Fuck, well, sorry I made you question your sexuality, [Y/N].” Before he could get far, you grabbed his collar and made him go back to where he was but ended up overestimating how far you were tugging him. He stumbled forward and pushed you up against the wall, both of his hands landing on both sides of your head to catch himself while your noses touched.
Craig held a glare with you, confused. He didn’t understand why you weren’t saying anything but also refusing to kiss him back as well. Were you into it? Did you want to? You still couldn’t open your mouth to put it into words, in denial about what was happening. But, you gave him something to let him know that it wasn’t bad by returning the kiss gently.
You were barely brushing up into him like you were shy of the action. And he understood that it was because you hadn’t done it in a while so he savored what he could. You were kissing him. Finally, he had gotten what he wanted. He was the one locking lips with you. Not anybody else.
His hands drifted to your sides, slowly moving to your waist so he could hook his fingers at the bottom of your shirt. Knowing where this was going, a knot formed in your throat and you placed your hands on his chest to push him away. “I don’t know if I can go that far,” you finally said something. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to. It was because you couldn’t stop worrying about his safety. All that you could think about was his name in the news headlines and pictures of his chullo hat covered in blood laying in some bushes.
Your breathing went out of control and he could tell you were about to go into a panic attack, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he saw the signs, remembering them from the times you were in your dorm room crying about the interrogation months ago.
There was that guilty feeling in his chest. It made his heart heavy. He didn’t want you to feel like this. Especially when all this worry was for nothing. So, he decided to mumble out the best reassurance he could think of, “I don’t know what’s going on with you. I have no idea what had happened to that friendship we had for a minute back then too. You’ve been out of the loop for quite a while, [Y/N].” He moved back to stare directly at you with sincerity in his voice, “All I know is that kissing someone has never felt so right and if I could, can I make you feel safe enough to trust me with your body for tonight?”
That was the most convincing someone has ever been. And this high helped you calm yourself while using the breathing techniques your therapist gave. You bit your bottom lip before sighing out in frustration, looking around at where you were, and then exclaiming, “Fine! But, can we please do it somewhere else other than a fucking disgusting alleyway?”
Craig stared at you like you were crazy until his face twisted from holding back laughter, ending up bursting at the seams anyway as it sputtered out of him. “You’re right. This isn’t the place to be screwing a pretty boy like you,” he slyly said as he began to head out of the alleyway. You ran after him, trying to brush off what he said but still feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Eventually, the two of you made it inside of your dorm room, the Tucker locking the door behind you with a snide remark, “So, are you going to answer my question from earlier? How was kissing a boy for the first time?”
You forgot about that. Your mind flashing back to the memory of the kiss, vividly remember how soft his lips were, and how patient he was in his pace. He was aggressive but soft. A perfect mixture. Snapping out of it, you stammered out, “I hadn’t kissed someone in quite a while… Or well, a girl. And it was always quick-paced like they were in a rush to get to the good parts. But with you… Well, with a boy, it was like you couldn’t get enough. That, I think, made it practically impassable.”
What you said made Craig sit in your computer chair and stare at you in awe, reaching his hand up to pull off his hat, and placing it down on your desk. He reached out his hand for yours now and murmured, “Come over here and sit.” You walked over to him and took it, about to actually prop yourself down onto his lap before he stopped you right as you were. “Wait. I need to fix something,” he said as he went to unbutton your pants.
Taking in a sharp inhale through your nose , his hands wasted no time in tugging them off along with your boxers. “Fuck, you move fast. Hold on, let me prepare myself at least,” you sounded embarrassed and you were because your hard-on was so visible. He chuckled at that, “Okay then. I’ll get myself undressed while you can work on getting those off.”
Your eyes couldn’t help but get a look at Craig starting to take his jacket and shirt off, automatically checking him out, and to your surprise, he was pretty built. He noticed you staring and teased, “If you want to see all of it, get to moving, I want to see you too.” That was a bargain you couldn’t say no to, holding your breath as you gripped around the hem of your boxers.
Then you pulled them off, letting them fall to your ankles, tugging your shirt off afterward to get it out of the way. The only thing left on you was your socks and the same was for him a couple of seconds later.
He eyed you up and down with his blue orbs, reaching for your wrist, and pulling you back into touching your knees with his. Both of his hands placed onto your shoulders and began lowering you down until you were coming face-to-face with his huge dick, watching it twitch with a slightly ajar mouth.
“You’re going to have to get it wet if you want to go any further, pretty boy,” he whispered, grabbing your chin to guide your mouth toward him. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, opening wide before taking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. Craig grunted and put a hand on your head, gripping onto your hair to deal with the pleasure.
The texture was different than you expected to feel on your tongue but it was also satisfying in a way. And it didn’t take long for you to get into swallowing most of his length, easing it into your throat, and tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum the more you sucked.
Grabbing harder onto you, he moved his hips upward and made all of his dick go down into your mouth. This caused you to gag and jolt backward, coughing and making a face at him. “What the fuck, man,” you angrily said and got back up onto your feet.
However, Craig was extremely impatient by this point and he could no longer hold up the soft facade he had with you anymore. He stood up with you and within seconds, you were slammed down into your bed while his hand dug into your neck, tightening around your throat to make you choke more than you had on him.
Noises squeaked out of you while the air was leaving you, his other hand positioning himself to your ass and spitting on it to get you ready. He rubbed it around and made you shudder, having never been touched there which caused it to feel super sensitive.
He made both of your legs wrap around his waist once his tip began to push inside, slowly stretching your hole out as you grabbed his wrist to try and pull his hand off of you. It hurt so bad. His size bigger than most so it made it almost numbing the more he slid into you. Your eyes were struggling to stay open as you were close to passing out from the loss of oxygen.
That’s what made him stop. He removed his hand from your neck and balled up both of them into fists, punching them into the pillow your head was resting on while rearing his hips back. He made his entire dick slide out before forcing it back in, making it feel like he was tearing your ass apart from the roughness. You screamed out, “FUCK! CRAIG! WAIT! WAIT, IT HURTS!”
Slapping a hand to cover your mouth, he continued to ram himself over and over into you, watching you take him with several groans slipping out. He was frantic in his movements and made your bed sound like it was about to give up underneath the strength he put into fucking you.
He made you forget about the anxiety alright. Letting you know why you didn’t have to be afraid of him being taken away but rather be afraid of him altogether. At the same time, you were being fucked into liking it. The sweat, slapping from the colliding of skin, and the shaking of your legs set up the perfect scenery for him. He got to see you fucked out underneath him, because of him, all for him. And that was all he needed.
Leaning into your neck, he finally came to a slow pace and rocked up into your walls, gliding his fingers down your chest to play with your tip and the pre-cum on it. Craig was giving you a break, wrapping his palm around the base of your dick until he was pumping it up and down at the exact pace he was thrusting into you. The combined pleasure was enough to get you to moan out in relief, “Much better… Oh, god, that’s much better…”
Another rare smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he moaned with you, burying all of his length for a moment before pulling back again to quicken his speed. “That’s what happens when you’re being a good fuck toy,” he praised. Jerking you off faster and faster as well.
You buried your head into the pillow and felt him start to kiss around your Adam’s apple, littering them around until his teeth brushed around a spot that made you jump. When he found it, he bit into the sensitive area and that caused everything in you to unravel. Your cum shot out on your chest and landed in between his fingers, spreading across his hand, and some even getting on his lower stomach.
He continued to rail himself in you for another long minute before reaching his end alongside you, the warm fluid escaping him with a loud growl, “[Y/N]! Shit… You’re so.. fucking… perfect.” Once he was finished completely and everything had emptied out into your hole, he slid his dick out. Letting the cum spill out onto your sheets while collapsing next to you to rest. The both of you stared at each other in a daze for the last moments you managed to stay awake and as you were about to pass out, Craig had confessed to you, “I think I love you…”
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Sorry for any errors or misspellings! I had tried to rush through this little thing when I saw it was getting too long so progressively, it might’ve got worse. But, this is overall what I’ve been working on for a couple and I hope you enjoyed!
Stick around for some more if you want! I got plenty where that came from. And if you like the other fandoms I’m interested in, you would definitely want to follow. I’ll be releasing a lot of those soon!
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(hi subby kyle whores) ..
okay so whimpering audios......
and this too which is so stan but.
and here's this.
twitter links in here.
hm okay here's this too.
genuinely have no idea what link is what im just posting this but yeah here you go sluts.
k im taking a shower now bye.
#vanillaan#whimpers#whimpering#sub male#stan and kyle#kyle south park#stan marsh south park#kyle broflovski headcanons#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#stan marsh x reader#stan marsh smut#stan x reader#south park
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How abt general headcanons of Tweek and Craig having another bf(like poly🤝) and what they would do on the daily etc etc 👍and said Bf/reader is very crafty and often makes them stuff like necklaces,Hats, and more
creek x reader; general headcanons
I actually can't express how happy I am to write this, tweek and craig my Skrunklies
gender: masculine
warnings: talk about anxiety
☆-day to day life with craig and tweek:
hang out with them is a daily routine, really
days, where you don't go to one of your houses, are very rare
both aren't very big on affection
except for physical
always holding hands, always hugging, always having an arm slung one another, physical affection is their way of showing they appreciate you
you always pair up in group works- most teachers allow you to do a group of 3, since the class isn't even anyways
on the rare occasion that you can't do a group of 3, you mourn over it, like you guys are never seeing each other again
if any of you 3 get sick, the other 2 will come and nurse them back to health
you guys always find a way to listen to music together
and awkwardly sing along to it
the whole class hates you guys for doing that
movie/series marathons every month
sleepovers are normally at craig's house
tweek's house is a taboo ( last time you were there, craig nearly attacked tweeks parents)
also they love your little handmade gifts
tweek displays them openly (not that you can see them, like I said, tweeks house is a taboo)
craig, while trying to act all cool and not completely touched by it, has a box filled with all the stuff you made him, that has hearts drawn all over it
both aren't necessarily people that try to payback with anything big
occasional dates planned by both of them (filled with tweek worrying, it's not good enough for you) or a bouquet of flowers, they split the bill for
as father nr.3 you get stripe every third week (1. craig 2. tweek 3. you)
once you built stripe the cutest guinea pig cage and your boyfriends officially gave you the title, of the person that keeps the house in order ( malewife reader? 🤨 /j)
craigs family loves you btw
I like to imagine that craig and tweek balance out perfectly, when it comes to helping you with stuff
tweek is more understanding, more emotionally connected and craig is the more logical one, that gives great advice
definitely a chaotic relationship, but both love you genuinely and are big cutie patooties
me rambling about being a silly little gay guy
#south park#south park x reader#tweek tweak#craig tucker#creek#creek south park#tweek x craig#tweek x reader#craig x reader#x reader#male reader#fanfiction#fanfic
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hii!! okay, can i request for headcannons on yandere!fbw stan? could the prompt be something like the reader is already dating stan, but she doesn’t know that he’s toolshed, headcannons of how he would act around her? thanks!
i feel like he would stalk you but he would be more like a ‘guardian angel’ to make sure nobody hurts you.
as yan!stan is pretty clingy, i feel like toolshed would have to die down his affections for you as you’re dating his alter-ego ⁽ˢᵗᵃⁿ⁾ and you would never cheat on him.
i also feel like he wouldn’t want you to ever find out that he’s stan mainly because using ‘toolshed’ he would be able to stalk you without worrying if you would catch him since even if you do, you’ll never know it’s stan, so he would still be dating you as stan
stan would most likely avoid when he’s toolshed given ^ but if you and him did somehow meet face to face i feel like he would try to get information out of you that he couldn’t if he was stan.
like what you thought of him, would you ever cheat on him and using this info he would try to improve to better your liking of him.
and if you’re saying ‘oh no, i would never tell anyone i just met about my love life like that.’ think again.
think again, stan is a very manipulative person and that trait continues even when he’s toolshed and since you two were already dating, it felt like you had known him for years, which you have you just don’t know it yet.
he also feels the duty to protect you and make sure you're safe ⁽ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ⁾ so when he saves you, he tries to act cool about it but it’s almost impossible when he’s practically weak in the knees when he sees you.
i don’t think toolshed would try to kidnap you ⁽ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳ⁾
overall, stan will always be your hero, whether he’s toolshed or not
⁽ᵒʳ ʷʰᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ⁾
#south park hcs#south park x reader#stan marsh x reader#toolshed x reader#stan marsh#toolshed#writing#my writing#x reader#gender neutral reader#south park#marjorineirlwrites#chayungwrites#glamore𐐪♡𐑂#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere male#tw yandere
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Hihi I’m kinda new to requesting and I didn’t know if yours was still open or not. But you are doing the people’s work cause I can’t find x male readers anywhere 😭
Can you do a Kenny x male Reader where the reader remembers Kenny’s deaths but because no one talks about it, reader doesnt say anything
Then one night, somehow Reader bumps into Mysterion (not knowing he’s kenny) and asks him to look over Kenny to keep him from dying every day?
Thank youuu 🫶
Kenny McCormick x Male Reader
“Can You Just Watch Over Him?”
Getting out of bed had never been this hard. Your alarm had gone off nearly 20 minutes ago, you knew you were gonna have to rush to get to school, but that didn’t matter right now. You couldn’t get over it. Your best friend in the whole world, Kenny McCormick, was gone. Dead. Some aliens who had also taken Kyle’s little brother had killed him.
The snow made a small crunch sound as you took steps towards your everyday bus stop. You reached your stop, only to be met with a.. pleasant surprise? “Kenny..?” you said, shock clearly evident on your face. “What’s up dude?” he muffled out. “What- Wait wait but you—“ you couldn’t even get your words out. Were you dreaming? No way Kenny’s here. He died. He literally fully died yesterday. “Hey [name] what’s up man?” Stan said. They all continued to carry out the conversation. So casually, did they not remember? No way, Stan and Kyle had to remember, no way Cartman wouldn’t bring it up. “Hey [name], are you alright dude?” Kenny asked you, with his muffled voice. Still in a phase of shock, you looked at all of them, they were all so nonchalant, so chill. “Yeah… yeah, yeah i’m fine,” you answered.
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You walked your way out of the mall next to Stan, laughing at some joke he had made. You both had landed a job in retail together a few months ago, and as of recently your manager had been pairing you guys up for the closing shift.
Originally, you had asked Kenny to come into the job interview with you, not only because he was your best friend (and you may or may not have grown a thing for him in the last couple years), but because you wanted to keep a closer eye on him. You would continuously go out of your way to keep him safe, and prevent as many as his deaths as possible. He ended up turning you down though, something about how he was busy. He didn’t give too many details, but you didn’t push on it, figuring if it was something he wanted you to know he’d tell you. But Stan didn’t need to know he was your second option.
“Alright man, i’ll see you tomorrow,” “Yeah, goodnight [name], i’ll see you tomorrow.” Parting your ways with Stan, you pulled your phone out, shooting your parents a quick text that you were heading home. Putting your phone in your pockets, you kept your hands in them, making your way home.
However, your walk was interrupted when you suddenly felt a pull on your arm jerking you into a small alleyway. Immediately you felt your back slam against a wall, “Give me your wallet!” You hadn’t even processed what was happening, but in a second of your fight or flight response activating, you threw a kick at the guy in front of you. Catching him off guard you used your chance to escape and run up a fire escape a few feet away from you. you managed to run up a flight of stairs before the same man grabbed your feet, causing you to trip. In a panic you tried to wriggle your way out, ignoring the pain from falling on the stairs. You tried to kick the man with your free leg, but he just wouldn’t let go, dragging you down the stairs toward him, that is until he was suddenly pulled over the railing.
Still feeling the adrenaline and panic in your body you listened to your flight response and ran up the fire escape as quickly as possible. You only stopped to catch your breath at the very top of the building. Taking a minute to get your thoughts together you leaned on a small brick fence on the roof.
You had managed to calm down for the most part, that is until you heard a voice behind. You jolted up and immediately spun around, getting ready to make a run for it. “Hey, relax, i’m just making sure you’re okay,” You focused on the person in front of you, recognizing who it was after a second. The famous hero, Mysterion. “Oh my god,” was all you could get out. “I asked if you were okay, but looking at you know I don’t think you are”. You had heard about him on the news before, I mean which South Park resident hasn’t? “Your Mysterion,” you stated. Obviously. “You’re hurt” he responded. Adrenaline still rushing through your body, you hadn’t realized the stinging feeling on your lower face. Suddenly becoming self aware, you reached up to your face and looked at your hand, blood. “Oh my god,” You repeated. “Let me help you,” you looked up again to the hero, unable to say anything but a small ‘okay’.
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The hero that saved you had gone to go get some supplies to help with a cut that had appeared on your chin. After he came back he began to clean up the wound, finally placing a small bandaid on it.
“Thanks again dude, you probably saved my life,” Mysterion looked up to meet your eyes, “It’s my job,” you thought for a second. “You mean it’s your job to keep the people of South Park safe?” the both of you just continued making eye contact.
“Yes.”
“Can I ask you a favor then?”
Mysterion looked suprised, not expecting you to ask such a question. “Go ahead”.
“I have this friend, his names Kenny McCormick,” you had turned away at this point, unable to see the uneasiness in Mysterion at the mention of the name. “He’s like, my best friend in the world, but he’s always getting himself into danger. I don’t know how he does it, but he keeps getting himself hurt, damn, even killed,” Mysterion’s eyes shot wide open. No. There’s no way you knew. How did you know? How did you remember? “but he always comes back. I try to look out for him, but it’s like the world’s against him. I know this might be weird to ask and stuff cause I don’t know you and you don’t owe me anything,” you took a pause, and turned to look at Mysterion. “but could you look out for him? You’re the town’s hero, and you protect and save people and I know you’re busy, but could you just check in on him every now and then? I mean I know he’ll be okay, he always is in the end, but know one around us ever seems to remember and seeing your friend get continuously killed over and over again, it just, I don’t know, tears you apart.” you took a small inhale. “I can’t imagine it’s not painful for him either”.
Mysterion was taken aback, because he WAS Kenny McCormick, and ironically enough, he had spent the last few weeks watching over YOU. Making sure you got from school to you job and from you job to your home safe. All because you were his best friend. All these years, since elementary, he had been watching over you as Mysterion, only to find out that you had tried to do the same thing. Except you didn’t do it with a superhero alter ego, you didn’t do it as a way to also protect the people of South Park. You did it as his best friend, simply trying to keep him from pain.
The biggest shock of all however, came from the fact that you knew, you remembered, every single one of his deaths. Why didn’t you ever say anything?
“I know it sounds crazy, but i’m not lying,” Mysterion stared at you for a second, “Well, why didn’t you ever tell him you remember?” Truth is you had thought about bringing it up to him, but what if he didn’t want you to know? What if it upset him if he knew? Would he feel guilty? Would he be mad at you for not doing anything to stop it? “I don’t know,” was the answer you chose to respond with. There was silence between you two for a minute, before Mysterion broke it. “I’ll keep an extra watch on him,” was all he said, he began to walk off. “Thank you!” you yelled. He could hear the joy in your voice. You saw Mysterion walk down the fire escape, but when you went to follow him he was no longer there, you made your way home, unaware of the fact that you were still being followed by the hero.
Kenny kept thinking about you even after he saw you enter your house. All this time you knew? How much did this affect you? Him constantly dying has bothered him so much, but to know that you might share the same pain as him? Again the thought plagued in his head, as to why you never told him. Maybe he’ll talk about it with you, as Kenny this time.
When you finally laid down in bed, you thought back to your conversation with Mysterion, but as you went over your words with him, you started thinking. Why didn’t he doubt you? How did you immediately know who Kenny was? He had asked you why you never told Kenny you knew about his deaths, but… you never mentioned that Kenny was unaware of you knowing.
#south park#south park x male reader#south park x reader#kenny mccormick#kenny x male reader#x male reader#kenny mcormick x reader#kenny mccormick x male reader
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idk if you write male readers but kyle is always on the mind so could you write kyle maybe finding out he has a crush on the new guy in class and what he does after realizing…you don’t have to ofc!!!
Kyle having a crush on his s/o💖💌👨❤️👨
Warnings: None
Gender: Male
💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌵
He has had a couple of girlfriends before so he was straight at that time.
But when you both became friends afterwards, something inside his chest is always burning up every time he's around you.
He obviously ignored it while denying that he isn't into guys. But that only made his feelings build up even more.
He kept having these weird dreams about you, imagining what it would be like to date a guy instead of a girl, Kyle never thought that through haven't he?
All his past relationships were spectacular failures, so what If him dating guys would turn out wrong as well like the times he dated girls?
He didn't know what to do with these feelings, would his friends or his parents even accept him If he turned out to be gay?
He thought that it would be okay to stay as friends with you and ignore his feelings, but it seems to only get worse and he's delaying the inevitable. Isn't he?
6 weeks has passed by and it's to the point where he can no longer ignore it, he is in love with you. And he can't deny it anymore.
He doesn't care what these feelings mean anymore, he just wants you. Oh how cute of a complete wreck Kyle has been.
He is extremely nervous about how he is supposed to spill all his feelings out to you. What If it ruins your friendship with him? What If something bad happens?? What If you feel uncomfortable because of him liking you and you're a guy as well? What If you never talk to him again??
He doesn't know what to do...he doesn't know what to do!! He is just now accepting his feelings and he doesn't even have the courage to tell you about it?!
"Stan, I really like (Name)....but I don't know how I can tell him that I like him more than just a friend, even though he's a guy...I'm scared! how exactly are my parents going to think of me being gay as well???" Kyle started shedding tears but Stan wiped them away.
"You should just follow what your heart tells you Kyle...If you like someone then you like them. It doesn't matter who they are...I'm your best friend I'll support you through anything! Besides, who cares what your parents would think? It's your life, your body, and your feelings. They aren't in control of that. Sorry If that wasn't the best advice...hehehe..."
"No..it's good enough, I feel a lot better by talking to you about it Stan...thanks" Kyle gave Stan a hug and he hugged back.
Talking with his best friend Stan has made Kyle a lot more confident in confessing his feelings towards you.
When you and him took a walk through Starks park was when he finally confessed to you.
It went completely great! He had been scared for no complete reason at all.
When all of his feelings are finally out, he immediately gives you a hug while giving you the happiest kiss he's been waiting forever to give you. He's so happy that you could return his feelings towards him....he really is...💚💚💚💚💚💚
Sorry If this is long😅😅
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May I request The main 4 with their boyfriend who is taller and one year older than them, but they are affectionate around them and protects, while makes hand made gifts or buys something expensive cause he's rich and popular.
╰┈➤𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑
𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.ೃ࿐
𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 + 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
𝘈/𝘕: 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩<3
𝘛𝘞: 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺
Cartman: That's my boyfriend!!!
Cartman is the most excited to be with someone. Not only for attention but, you're the most caring person he's ever met.
His mom was surprised when he introduced you to her. She didn't expect her son to like the same gender, however, as long as he's happy she is too. She lets you cook/bake with her whenever she needs a hand in the kitchen. Half the time Cartman thinks she's going to be provocative toward you but out of respect for her loved one she isn't.
He's kinda afraid of you since your popular. He has thoughts all the time that maybe you use him or that you’ll leave. It makes him so upset to the point where he cries all night. He'll text you for reassurance in hopes that you genuinely do care for him. Being the amazing boyfriend you are, you talk to him until he feels alright again.
Handmade gifts?! Those are Cartman's favorites. New shoes are great but something you put the time in effort into? That's what touches his heart. Cartman will never tell you this since he still wants to seem semi-tough. He does try to return the favor and make you something as well.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Kyle: you're absolutely perfect. I'm so glad I met you.
Kyle really loves you and he’s so glad you got with him. Without you, he used to be alone. He had the boys of course, but nothing romantic like this.
He tries to make you a gift in return for those, you give him. He's very thankful and wants to prove it to you with his creations. They're not as spectacular and well made in his eyes but it's something.
Kyle's parents won't know about you for a very long time. They're very religious and having their son with another male would end in fights/arguments.
Regardless, he still loves you no matter what others think. He even told the others about you two and they were very excepting. Besides Cartman, you've conjured it up to him being jealous. He takes the anger out on you guys but stan and Kenny are there to help. Cartman might say the f slur to you, which will get him sent to the ER.
Since you are popular and rich he gets anxious. He's always been told the popular rich kids are snobs. Why aren't you like them?
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Kenny: *muffled* oh my gosh!! Thank you for the gift.
Kenny isn't used to people caring for him nor giving him gifts. When you first handed him a present he was very confused. Was he supposed to give it to someone else? Who? After you said that you bought it for him his cheeks went red. He didn't even know how to act.
Kenny will steal things for you but won't tell you he did. He wants to seem cool just like you. Many times you've realized something was stolen you just didn't say anything.
You don't like Kenny's parents at all. They put him and his sister through so much but still expect everything in return. Many times you've taken your boyfriend and his sister in. Each time it still hurts.
Kenny sits with you and the popular kids. He considers himself relatively popular. Well, that was until a jock made fun of him. You stood up for him which made him a shy mess. You are so kind to him, he doesn't ever want to leave you.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Stan: *trying not to puke from anxiety*
You'll have to calm this boy down over anything romantic. Holding hands? Throw up. Hug? Throw up. It's not because you're nasty his nerves are just all over the place.
His mom loves you for being such a sweetheart to her son. She except's you two with open arms. However, if you hurt her precious boy she'll kill you.
Stan writes you little notes and slips them in your locker. Each time it always ends in the same, “love your anxious boy<3” he doesn't worry about you giving him one in return but receiving one is nice now and then.
You being popular increases his mental issues. People always say hello to you and it makes him worry. What if they didn't like him? There have been times people have given him a death glare. Anytime you asked what happened he'll tell you a lie. He doesn't want to ruin your friendships with anyone so he deals with it alone.
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YANDERS CRAIG AND TWEEK PLSSS🙏🙏🙏🙏🫶🫶
𝓞𝓴🫶🫶👍👍
𝓗𝓶𝓶𝓶 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓽𝔀😶
𝓜𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓻𝓷 :(
𝓨𝓐𝓝𝓓𝓔𝓡𝓔!𝓒𝓡𝓔𝓔𝓚 𝓧 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓𝓔𝓡♡
꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷
𝓣𝓦:𝓚𝓘𝓓𝓝𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓖,𝓜𝓤𝓡𝓓𝓔𝓡,𝓢𝓣𝓐𝓛𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*
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Your ours now~. -Craig and Tweek♡
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♡•𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 2 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼. 𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶(Dang they get jealous easily :0)𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵.•♥︎
♡•𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓣𝓥 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓷 10 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓱 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶. "Wait what-??...." 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝔃 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷•♥︎
♡•𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓴𝓲 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓣𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓜𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰.𝓐𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓳𝓸𝓴𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼•♥︎
♡•𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮: "Love us~" "I'll will kill for you~" 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓥 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯𝓯. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝔂��𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽.𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰'𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓑𝓽𝔀.•♥︎
♡•𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾. "It looks like you awake now~"-𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓰."Craig and Tweek you were the ones murdering students-???"-𝓨𝓸𝓾. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼. "It looks like your ours now darling~." 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝔂, 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭,𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓽𝔀. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓷𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓽𝔀.•♥︎
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𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷<3
𝓑𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓔𝓧𝓣𝓡𝓔𝓜𝓔𝓛𝓨 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝔂 𝓫𝓽𝔀. 𝓟𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮. 😭😭😭
𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓽. 2-??
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Could you do a platonic main four and male reader? Probably trying to convince you to join a scheme of theres when you’re hesitant to leave the house, even though you want to participate
a/n: ty 4 requesting!! woohoo male reader❗
male!reader x main four
warnings: underage drinking and use of drugs, smoking, he/him prns
currently, [name] was on videocall with his friends.
"i dont know about this, y'all know how bebe's parties are, you guys are probably going to end up wasted."
"c'mon [name], dont be a pussy like cartman is!"
"fuck you stupid jew!"
"mfm mphrhm hmprh mphr"
"well yeah, but what if i get caught?"
"[name], you are not going to get caught, fucks sake! we've done this more than once so stop being such a pussy, man up, and go with us, UNLESS you wanna be a loser."
"fuck you cartman, but fine ill go then"
"woohoo!"
"we can have a, quote on quote, sleepover at my place so your parents think you're at my house."
"yeah, that'll work"
"kay, talk to yall later."
the videocall ended and [name] placed his phone on the night desk. he was slightly worried about getting caught, but he decided to ignore the feeling.
"hey mom, i'm going to stay over at stan's house tonight, ok?" he said to his mother as she nodded. "alright hun! make sure to come back at nine tomorrow!" she yelled back as he let out a "mhm"
he left the house and began walking, scrolling on his phone. him and stan were sort of close, not neighbours, but on the same street, so it wasn't a long walk.
knock, the sound of one was heard. he waited for a few seconds until he was greeted by stanley. "hey man!" stan said, fistbumping [name]. "kyle's already here, kenny and cartman are on their way." he informed
"alright, that's fine." [name] said, he walked to kyle as they started a conversation, stan joining in aswell. it was around 8pm. "question, when's the party starting?" [name] asked
"i think at 9, cartman and kenny better hurry their asses." kyle replied, resulting laughs from the other two boys due to his remark. at that moment, a knock was heard. "i'll get it." stan reassured
he walked up and it was cartman and kenny, they came to the house together. "speak of the devil" kyle said as he and [name] walked up the door. the 5 boys now left stan's house walking to where the party was being held at, bebe's house
they made conversation, about diverse topics such as school drama, celebrities, and the small fight between cartman and kyle here and there. the usual, basically.
"hey, we're here" kenny said, pointing to the house who you could literally hear music blasting. it was quite obvious there was a party there. the boys went up the door, kyle knocking. it was opened by a half drunk bebe.
"hheeeyy.. weelccome! ccome inn." she said, obviously dozing off of whatever type of alcohol she was drinking. cartman and kyle went first, then kenny, then [name] and stan.
the party was absolutely wild, there was strong smells of alcohol, smoke and drugs. [name] went up to clyde and craig, seperating from the group. craig seemed to be drunk, but clyde was wasted. "dude!! you're here, hey!" clyde said, before being dragged away by some girls playing truth or dare.
[name] looked at craig. "i didnt know you drink" he said to him, craig shrugged. "i dont, im just drinking today for fun." he replied, taking a sip from his beer. "wheres tweek? didnt he come?" [name] asked.
"he did, but he got too shaky because of all the noise and left. i wanted to acompany him home, but then he said something along the lines 'no, i want you to have fun' so here i am."
"i dont think you were supposed to take that literally, but alright"
[name] then walked away from craig, going to his previous group of friends. stan and kenny were both drinking, not drunk, since they barely had a few sips, but i dont think it'll stay like that until the end of the night. cartman was eating chips, which nobody else was eating. kyle was just there, not drinking or eating, just there, probably finding something to do.
"hey dude, you want a sip?" stan offered, [name] seemed to be hesitant at first but nodded. stan gave him a can of beer, it tasted.. good? surprisingly.
the night passed and not much changed.
except that [name] was fucking drunk as hell.
"[name], a-are you sure you dont want water?" butters asked, clearly being concerned for the man's health being. "naaahh, im okayy, thfank you" he said, body almost falling over. he was walking towards kyle and stan, wanting to join the karaoke, but then he bumped into a familiar girl,
wendy testaburger.
they bumped into eachother, "ew. you fucking smell like a skunk" she said as the room went quiet for the first time that night. "well fuck you, you smell like a wet dog at gym every day but you dont see me saying shit. keep it to yourself" [name] responded, clearly offended.
"pfft- i know YOU arent talking. you smell like you pissed yourself since first grade" she remarked, getting a few ooh's by the crowd. "that may be the case, but at least people like me. wasnt your ex so tired of you he used chat gpt to talk to you? lmaoo"
stan looked to the wall, trying to stuff in his laugh as kyle was giggling for everyone to hear, with the others. "BAHAHAHHAHA" was cartman's loud ass laugh, of course, there was also laughs across the room.
"oh fuck you" she said, heading towards him. she had a grin on her face. "cmon wendy, you know im joking" he said, laughing. "yea yea, go ahead drink some more you whore" she rolled her eyes in a sarcastic way as [name] followed her.
they always had very offensive fights like the one that just happened right now, but they always giggled or laughed it off. seems like a toxic relationship, but hey, this is south park, what ISNT toxic..
stan walked to [name] who had just left wendy with bebe, "dude you're gonna get in trouble if you continue fighting like that with wendy" he said, the two boys walking over to their group of friends. "hey, calm down, me and wendy are super close, doubt she would beat me up like she did to someone in here.. cough cough cartman cough." [name] said, receiving a giggle from kenny, stan and kyle and a deathstare by cartman. "shut up (insert insult)"
"alright man, just warnin you." stan said, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. [name] went to serve himself another cup of his drink, leaving the others alone.
"hey kyle, what hour is it?" kenny looked at kyle, who was on his phone. kyle was mostly on his phone at that party, mostly there because of his friends. "its 11:43" he said, replying to kenny. kenny simply nodded, "its early" he said.
stan called kenny, "hey dude, isnt that one of the girls you slept with??" he pointed to a white girl with pink highlights. "oh shit, it is, imma be right back yall" he said, going to the girl without looking back. "hes defintely not gonna be right back.." cartman rolled his eyes, continuing to eat.
"where the hell did [name] go" kyle asked and stan responding with "he went to get a drink, pretty sure" he looked into the kitchen, not seeing anyone there. "yeah, but he isnt at the bar or the kitchen" kyle noted
"maybe if we're lucky he got kidnapped" "oh shut up fatass" kyle punched cartman on the arm. "hey! dont tell me to shut up you stupid jew" he 'hmph'-ed at the jew
"ehh, hes probably coming back soon anyway" stan said, deciding not to worry about it. "yo kyle, you wanna go karaoke again? theyre making a competition now" stan asked kyle and he nodded, putting his phone in his pocket. "hope you lose" cartman said.
. . .
"its 3:40, we should probably get going now" kyle said, as the party was already more empty than before and less chaotic, plus [name] had arrived, and they were all now waiting for kenny. "yeah, but i am NOT carrying nobody, ok?" cartman said, giving an side eye to a drunken passed out stan next to him.
"not like your fatass could anyway" kyle rolled his eyes. "oh shut the fuck up" cartman said. at that moment, kenny had arrived, zipping back his parka, and covering his head. "dude, i love girls"
kenny said, an insipirational moment. "wow, i wouldve never guessed." [name] said, rolling his eyes. "but we should for real get going now, i'll carry stan." he said. "no, its fine, ill carry him" kyle said, already picking the passed out boy already. [name] shrugged with a 'if-you-say-so' look on his face
they all started to walk back to stan's house, kenny mentioning how good that sex was, [name] talking about how they met someone there who gave them a bit of smoke, cartman complimenting the food and karaoke.
"dude, you cant say the n word in karaoke.." [name] said, looking at cartman seriously. "oh cmon, it was a song, i didnt mean it in that way."
"cartman, you were singing call me maybe."
. . . ( that was a reference btw )
stan was lying in his bed, still passed out, as the other boys were currently lying in their sleeping bed. "goodnight yall" [name] said as the others whispered goodnight aswell.
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could i req craig w a male reader who’s super affectionate & even ends up buying a guinea pig of his own so stripes has a friend, if this sound stupid i’m soso sorry TT ur writings r rlly cute
— craig w a super affectionate reader
hcs : male reader
a/n : THSI IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT SM!! this was definitely one of the most enjoyable fics I've written tysm anon mwah
hes so grateful for u! no one has ever made him feel so loved and cared for like you do
when you two start dating, he'll get pretty confused or awkward when you act all affectionate and touchy. but he grows to love it!
adores holding your hand and intertwining pinkies w you <3 also a very big fan of cuddling when you guys are alone.
sometimes you'll pick him up and carry him bridal style just for shits and giggles. he'll get all flustered at first, but then demand you to carry him after awhile.
he loves when you surprise hug him from behind, especially if you're taller/bigger than him.
absolutely ecstatic when you buy your own guinea pig for stripe. he will literally get down on his knees and propose right then.
he will visit you every chance he gets so stripe can play with his new little friend! (and to spend time with you ofc.)
I hc that craigs parents dont let him bring stripe outside the house because of one incident where his past guinea pig got um... into an accident.
so when he wants to bring stripe over to yours he literally shoves the thing into his pocket and walks out trying to look as normal as possible with a guinea pig in his jacket pocket.
his parents just look at each other and give him the side eye 💀 but he couldn't care less
movie nights and cuddles.
you and him will be snuggling while stripe and your guinea pig lay in between u guys, just like a little family <33
you guys definitely dress stripe and your guinea pig up in silly matching clothes.
when hes busy doing anything he'll drop stripe off at your house so it doesn't get lonely.
sometimes you'll teach the little guy a few tricks and excitedly show them off to craig when he gets back!
his heart literally explodes when you do
you both spoil the shit out of the little creatures.
literally putting together your guy's money just to buy them all the toys possible!
he gives your guinea pig just as much affection as stripe (probably even more sometimes...)
overall you both are just two little silly guys doing silly things with your silly pets :3
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Okay okay
P: platonic
R: romantic
What I write for
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Red guy (harry) (P or R)
Duck (robin) (P or R)
Yellow guy (doy) (P)
Roy (P or R)
Ask for more characters
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Fucking everyone (except those who i don't know, extreme gore related or Freddy) (P or R)
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The main four and other characters (ask) (P or R) (they are 15 in here :D)
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Everyone (P or R)
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Pls send some requests
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★ (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
🐰 . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ⋆ ANON "can i please request romantic hcs about stan marsh and male reader who's really flirty maybe?? 😭"
💭 . . 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬 ⋆ Stan marsh x Reader
🐰 . . 𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⋆ flirty male reader with Stan!
💭 . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬 ⋆!! Masculine pronouns used, describing reader as a 'man' and Stan is aged up !! Also a bit of swearing
🐰 . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⋆ hoshiki did two in one! Although hoshiki finds no need for specific genders in this scenario, he likes the idea of a male reader so he's keeping it! Besides hoshiki would need to make a gender neutral version of this anyways (BTW hoshiki is bad at pickup lines)
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃...
Always be flustered. It's either you're flustered or he's flustered, no in between. Although he's most likely the one to get blushy blushy with a man like you. He's already learned how to not vomit whenever you're around him but gosh you make it so hard. The fact that you're willing to flirt with him on purpose?!
He didn't exactly know how to feel when he puked on you the first time you've flirt with him. Like he was kinda there standing and staring at you in dead silence but he did hope you'd continue...
At the same time he doesn't feel exactly comfortable when you flirt with him in public, since you're both men there would be alot of yaoi fangirls and homophobia following you around every time. But I mean like, he DID say being gay was cool and there was nothing wrong with it, his dog was gay so both of you really can't do anything about it. He'd feel more at ease when it's infront of his friends since they'd accept him but he knows damm well they're gonna tease him and a certain fatass who would bully the shit out of him .
While you're the one that mostly flirts you'd still get flustered by Stan and 90% of the time it was a pure accident. He would accidentally flirt with you and he won't notice it till he sees your check burning up, then he'll try to play it off and act all slick like he meant it when you both know it wasn't. he'd even test his pick up lines on you even tho you're the only one for him and it'll starlight up backfire😭
"what was your name again?"
"what? Have you forgotten that it's 'yours'?"
"O-oh"
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I love love love your stuff! Can we get a jealousy smut fic?! I don't care with who I just want something tasty!
I was feeling super bad about my writing today, I really struggled with this one but when I went back and read what you wrote it made me feel a lot better. Thank you anon I really appreciate it. And thank you to everyone who voted on the poll!
Warning: NSFW, Oral, Strong Language, Drinking
Pairing: Kyle x M!Reader
Note: I've never written for male reader before, but I want everyone who reads my things to feel included somehow. I didn't include anything crazy in this story because of it. So this one is more on the tamer side of things.
His head hurt. The ache started from the middle of his forehead and spread like a blanket over his skull. Naturally the cure would be going to a party late at night that his best friend drug him too. With medicine being some jungle juice in a red solo cup that said best friend shoved into his hand.
"Loosen up Kyle you look like you're about to explode." He almost didn't hear Stan over the sound of the music playing over them.
Each song had a heavy bass, like a heartbeat slamming into the side of his head and his chest. The kind of music that you could feel in your ribcage each time the beat dropped. So yeah, he really was about to explode. Whatever was in his cup wasn't helping either, the sugary drink was making his heart spike and his stomach churn.
"Stan, I didn't even want to fucking be here in the first place. I'm here for you." Kyle grumbles back once the song finishes, they have a few moments of silence before it picks back up.
"No, you're not. You and I both know if you really wanted to you would have left by now." Stan teases, shooting him a lazy smirk.
Kyle can feel his face burn, like the drink in his hand, it's a mixture of emotions. Rage and embarrassment swirled together with his headache creating the perfect concoction in the red head’s body. His grip on his cup tightens as his arms flex under the forest green flannel and faded Crimson Dawn shirt.
Every bit of him hated the fact that Stan was right, and even more that he knew the reason why Kyle was enduring this. This shit night, this shit drink, this shit music, this shit headache. Why he endured this shit party and all other parties he's been attending the last week.
You.
Dark green orbs travel over to the dance floor where you've been for the past few hours. He can't stop himself from watching the way your hips sway back and for, the way your jeans squeeze your sides in the most delicious way. Even in the dim light he can see how flushed your face looks from all the dancing you've been doing; his eyes lock on to the beads of sweat the travel down your neck and how it slides down your Adam's apple.
Kyle takes a drink of his alcohol, but it does nothing about how dry his mouth feel. His lips now glistening under lights coming off the cell phones that surround him. He barely registers the taste of the coke or the way the drink burns the back of his throat. Not when he can almost taste the drink that's on your lips.
Fuck he was thirsty.
"Earth to Kyle. Dude you're staring." Stan's fingers snapped him out of his trance.
Kyle looked over at Stan with his mouth open slightly. He raises a brow and scoffs, trying to clear his mind.
"You can go dance with him you know? You don't have to stand in this corner! Might have a little competition though." Stan says, gesturing over to you. "Looks like Bebe's all over him."
He was right, but that was nothing new. Bebe practically clinging to your arm, her body all but grinding against yours. Not that this was anything new, she was always around you. Whether it was walking to classes together or sitting at lunch with one another, she was always there. Anytime Kyle even thought about going up to you to talk to you, she was always fucking there. His fingers dipped into the plastic cup making it crack, the amber liquid spilling out onto his fingers.
"Fuck! Look I don't want to dance. I'm just gonna get another drink." Kyle grumbles pushing past his friend.
Jealousy was an ugly beast; one Kyle knew all too well. Insecurity was something he struggled with, ever since he was a kid and it only got worse when he got older. Getting smacked with a growth spurt that made him shoot up past his friends, while it was great for basketball, it drew too much attention as if his stupid curly red hair didn't do that already. He was wishing he brought his hat, why he ever let Stan talk him into things like this he never knew.
The path to the table with all the alcohol was mostly clear. A few people laying off to the side talking to one another or passed out. The smell of weed and alcohol in the air made Kyle scrunch up his nose as he threw the broken cup away. It wasn't hard to find a new one, they were scattered everywhere, now finding one that was abandoned with a drink already in it was a different story. As he scanned the table for a new cup another walking headache approached the table with him.
Eric Cartman, the bane of his existence and the biggest source of his insecurities. Although at this very moment, Bebe was giving him a run for his money. That didn't mean he wanted him to talk however, but like always his mouth worked faster than Kyle's legs.
"I don't know how to tell you this Kyle...but you look like a total shit bag right now. You...you are aware this is a party. You know that thing people go to when they want to have fun." Eric's voice was what sandpaper grinding against skin would sound like, Kyle was sure.
"Fuck off asshole, I really don't want to deal with you right now." Kyle sighs as he picks up a cup.
"Awh, and here I was about to throw you a lifeline. A little birdie told me you've been eye fucking Bebe's boy toy all day." Eric leans against the table pretending to inspect his nails, and his tone alone makes Kyle want to cave his face in.
Kyle grits his teeth trying to focus on the pour of whatever clear liquid he grabbed. "And would that birdie like me to smash his fucking teeth in?"
"You've been using that threat since we were kids. Come on Kyle don't pretend like you aren't at least a little curious as to what I've got to say. We both know how this will go. You're angry because you have sand in your vagina, and I'll tell you what I want because I don't respect you."
Kyle slams the bottle down with a loud thud and glares at him, his grip on the neck of the bottle is so tight he's white knuckling it. Eric holds his hands up in defense, a small bead of sweat trails down the side of his face.
"Believe it or not, I want to help! I've got a lot riding on this little bet with Craig, and I can't have you fucking me out of a hundred and fifty dollars."
"What makes you think I want your help, Cartman?!"
"You don't, but once again. One hundred. And. Fifty. Dollars." Eric holds up his index fingers as he slows his speaking down. "And you need the help, as funny as this is watching you suffer, I'm your friend and as your friend...you would want me to have a hundred and fifty dollars."
No, he really wouldn't. He would want Cartman to get hit by a bus, or at the very least to leave him alone. Kyle could feel himself boiling over at this point his hands were shaking, and his body felt like it was on fire. He was at his tipping point.
"Look I can get you an hour or so with him alone, all you have to do is grow a pair and talk to him. You can't talk to him because Bebe's always around him, right? Well, how do you think Wendy felt with you and Stan? And who brought them together?"
"Aliens."
"Aliens aren't real Kyle, quit making shit up. It was me." He's never seen Eric look or sound so offended before. "You can stand in your gay little corner drinking by yourself, or you can go talk to him and be gay with him in another corner."
As Kyle went to open his mouth to yell at him nothing came out, once again he couldn't find anything to say to him. Nothing that wouldn't be a string of swears or him finally connecting his fist to his smug face. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. At the very least he could blame the alcohol for this horrible idea.
Eric took the silence as a yes, with a wicked grin he put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Leave it to me Kyle. You'll know the signal when you see it."
He should stop him. He should stop Eric from doing whatever dumb shit he was going to do. But he doesn't, his heart is pounding so hard in his chest that the music seems like a lullaby.
Kyle watches as Eric walks right up to you and Bebe, he walks with such confidence. The confidence of someone who was not invited to this party but showed up anyway, because that's exactly the kind of person he was. The music makes it where he can't hear what he says to you but the look on your face goes from a relaxed smile to a horrified look.
That's when your eyes lock with his. Kyle nearly leaps from his skin as he watches you look between him and Eric. Eric has his hand on his hips and his fingers snapping up at your face.
"No... he isn't."
Eric shouts something, and Bebe steps in between the both of them. She puts her fingers in his face and glares up at him shouting something back. Eric bobs his head to the side swiveling it around like bobble head almost.
"He is. Oh, my fucking god." Kyle puts his face in his hands.
He's past the point of anger. He's beyond seeing red, it's just white. White noise and a ringing in his ear. The steady thumping of his heartbeat and the music is the only thing grounding him. To keep him from flying off the handle and probably making the situation worse.
His fingers tug at the flesh of his skin, pulling it down as he moves from his hands. Fuck it. He's had enough. Had enough of sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else get to have your attention. The drink was left forgotten on the table behind him, he had gotten what he needed from it.
"A little liquid courage goes a long way." Stan used to say, and maybe he was right.
Kyle's across the room before he knows it, all that basketball playing finally paid off. He's able to dodge sweaty bodies still moving around on the dance floor. A man with a clear destination and nothing was going to stop him.
You don't have time to register the fact Kyle has you by the wrist or the fact that he's dragging you away from the dance floor. He tries to keep his grip gentle, he really does, but through this anger everything in his body has gone numb. You're not complaining about any pain, but he thinks he hears you say something about walking too fast.
Kyle drags you upstairs so he can talk to you without screaming matches or loud music. Without prying eyes or nosey party goers. But now that he's got you here, he doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know how to approach this without blowing up. It's not your fault, you don't deserve this.
"What did Cartman say to you?" So, he settles with that, a question. At the very least he can direct all this anger towards Cartman.
You look down between the two of you, looking at the way he still has his larger hand wrapped around your wrist. It's funny, this whole situation. At first you were a little freaked out when Eric just came up and suddenly started yelling at you, but when you saw the look in Kyle's eyes it clicked.
The suspicion that Kyle Broflovski had a crush on you was always there. His gaze lingering a little longer than normal, the way he'd blush and turn his head away from you like he wasn't just admiring you from across the room. When he'd come to you asking for help in class you knew he was passing. All those times he nags at you for not wearing gloves in the Colorado cold, saying something about how you'll get sick and then he'll be forced to take care of you.
Yeah, he wasn't slick. And the poor man wore his heart on his sleeve. If he wasn't trying to sneak peeks at you, then he was shooting glares at Bebe. Oh, how little he knew. Now it all made sense why he shot those dirty looks. Why he was starting to avoid you when earlier in the year he seemed so eager to have lunch with you.
"If he said something that hurt your feelings, I swear I'll turn his spinal fluid into an option at the God damn McDonald's soda fountain." Kyle snarls through gritted teeth.
Oh?
You almost want to chuckle at his reaction, curling your index finger and pressing your lips to the side to stop it from slipping out. "Sorry I was just taken back by all of this. It's not like you to up and grab someone like this Kyle."
He blinks once, and then twice before realizing he's still got a firm grip on you. His face turns red, and he drops your hand like it's hot coal burning his palm.
"Sorry! I just needed to get you away from him, before he said something stupid!" His apology is so cute. The way he won't even look you in the eye. "He didn't say anything stupid, did he?"
"Oh, not much." You shrug and smirk when he lets out a little sigh of relief. "Just that I'm a homewrecker for trying to come in between you two."
"What?!"
"Yeah, something about how I'm stepping up on his man and then he started snapping. Which by the way, great choice in a partner. I didn't know you guys were a thing~." You knew damn well they weren't, not from the way Kyle looked like he was about to explode. Perhaps you were adding fuel to this already raging fire, but if you were honest with yourself. You liked this side of Kyle. The way his eyes darkened and the way his body tensed.
"That fat fucking bastard. I'm gonna kill him!" Just as Kyle was about to leave you in whatever room he dragged you into, you stepped between him and the door putting your arms out.
"Hold on! Just let Bebe handle it, she's got it under control. This is her party."
"She doesn't get to handle him! I'm going to take care of him! It's about time someone put him in his fucking place!"
"Kyle. It's Bebe's party. She can just kick him out and we can go back to having a good time." You place your hand on his chest, trying to guide him back to where he was standing.
He wants to, he really does. The feeling of your hand on his chest almost brings him out of his anger. But your words keep echoing in his head. Eric's stupid plan almost cost him everything, again. "You don't understand! He does this all the time! I'm tired of him getting in the way! She doesn’t get to take this from me to!"
No, he didn't mean that last part, it's not Bebe's fault. He knows that. It's not her fault he can't think straight around you. It's not her fault for wanting to be around you, he can't blame her for that. She probably just sees everything he sees. How wonderful you are, how you light up every room you walk in. How, even now, you're trying to keep the peace and save Cartman's life. Anyone else would have just let that man to die, but here you were Eric Cartman's guardian angel and he didn't even know.
"Bebe? She didn't do anything! What could she have taken!?"
"She's always around you!"
"You mean like you and Stan?"
"No! I mean- it's different! I'm not dating Stan!"
"I'm not dating Bebe!"
He blinks again and it's like he's been hit with cold water. The adrenaline in his veins dulls down to a small buzz. The headache in his head reminds him that it's still here and stronger than ever because of the yelling.
"What?" He asks in a softer tone.
"I'm not dating Bebe!" You yell back as you move your hands off his chest. You cross your arms over yours and give him the most bored look he's ever seen on a person. One that would give Tucker a run for his money.
"Then...why is she..."
"She's gay Kyle. You think you're the only one who gets roped into their friends’ stupid schemes?" You roll your eyes and smirk at him. "She's been trying to make this one chick in our science class jealous."
"Oh."
Fucking oh. That's all he can say. It takes everything in his power not to jump out of the window behind him and just leave town. He could change his name and skip a few states. Grow a beard and shave his head, you'd never see him again and he'd never have to answer for this moment. But his legs feel to heavy to move.
"Yep~! But...it's nice to know you and Eric aren't a thing." Your voice breaks him right out of his little pity party. "You can do so much better."
It takes him a second to realize that you've closed the gap. It's when he feels your fingertips trailing up his forearm, brushing against the veins popping out, that you're touching him. When you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, he gulps. Trying to swallow that weird lump in his throat.
"If you're so worried that someone else will snatch me up, why not confess to me right now? Unless...I'm reading this whole situation wrong." You move your hands back just as they reach his shoulder blade, and his hand twitches by his side. "Then I can just go back downstairs and ask McCormick for a dance~"
Your back hits the wall as Kyle's resolve finally breaks. His lips crashing down on yours with such a force his teeth clack against yours. It's messy, consuming, and heated.
You can taste the jealousy on his lips.
When you kiss him back, his hands have your wrists pinned to the wall next to your head. Lips locked onto yours and moving against yours with such a frenzy. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You respond by biting his back, pulling a moan from him.
Kyle's tongue pushes past your teeth and into your mouth. His tongue meets yours feverishly, twining around in a rushed dance. Your hips roll up against his, the same ones he couldn't take his eyes off of a minute ago. A minute ago, he was breaking his cup because of how jealous he was of Bebe, and now he's got his tongue down your throat pulling the sexiest moans out of your mouth. He devours every one of them until you break the kiss.
His brows furrow before he realizes you broke for air. Your chest heaving as you try to take in as much as you can. You’re rushing to get back to his lips and it almost brings a smile to his face. Kyle cups the side of your face letting his fingertips trace your jawline.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at Bebe like that. She's your friend and I should've just talked to you."
"Hm-mm~" You nod up at him still trying to recover from the small make out sesh.
"And... you’re right I should just confess that I really want to date you. That I've liked you for a while now. This isn't how I wanted to do it but...I'm not complaining." He whispers against your lips.
"You're so hot when you tell me I'm right." You press a kiss onto the corner of his lips. "Apology accepted handsome. Now do it right."
Kyle chuckles and brushes his nose across yours. The tip of his nose slides down the bridge of yours just as his lips over yours, dangerously close for another kiss. "Hey. You wanna go out with me so I can stop being jealous all the time."
"Hm..." You pretend to think about his question for a moment making him smirk. He tugs you against his body reminding you that you're trapped against him and the wall. It pulls a laugh right out of you, and you run your fingers through his hair. "Yeah handsome, I'd like that. Just like how I'd reaaaaally like it if you kept kissing me."
Kyle laughs and his lips find yours again. "You really think I'm handsome?"
"So handsome. You walked in with that green flannel and tight shirt, I wanted to rip it off you." You're able to get all of that out in-between kissing him, not willing to break the contact for too long.
"Fuck." Kyle's hands fall to your waist and squeezes it in return. "I wanted to take this slow. Do this right but you're making it so hard."
"I know I can feel it. It's poking me."
"That's not what I meant! Shit! I'm sorry I- oh fuck." He hisses when you roll your hips against him.
His cock is stained against his zipper, the tent in his pants is hard to miss. Nothing could have prepared him for the way you rolled yours against him. He could feel your erection sliding up against his thigh, the material of your jeans working against his.
"Want me to take care of that for you?" Kyle's head starts spinning when your hands slip under his shirt and your fingers slide down the front of his pants. Your palm pressed against the v that dips down.
The way your name comes out of his lips in a breathy whisper almost makes you pull his pants down right then and there. How can you expect him to answer you clearly when your lips are pressing the softest kisses down his throat. "I don't want you to feel like y-you have to."
"Kyle. I want this. I want you. Please don't make me beg for it." How can he say no? Not when your fingers are already playing with the button of his pants. Fingernails tapping against it, rubbing circles around the only thing separating your hands from his cock.
Kyle has no composure left; he's starting to feel his cock ache. He nods down at you and goes to pull his pants open. You watch him with a look of hunger in your eyes, watch as he slides his pants down and listen to the way his breath catches in his throat. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock springing out of his boxers, bobbing when his tip catches on the thin material.
"Hey Ky."
"H-hm?" He's not able to keep the shakiness out of his voice when you wrap your hands around his cock and sink to your knees.
"I want you to fuck my throat." His heart stops momentarily when you talk.
It returns twice as hard when you begin slowly pumping his dick, hammering against his chest each time your fist slides down and grips the base of his member. "Are you sure sweetheart?"
That's new. The way Kyle calls you that makes your heart pick up. He watches as you move to get comfortable on your knees, his eyes burning down at you. The height difference isn't so bad but it's just enough to where he has to bend down a bit to run his fingers through your hair.
"You really want me to beg for it." He does. He likes the thought of you begging for his cock, the thought of your mouth watering just to get a taste of him. So, he answers you with a little grip on your scalp, fingers wrapping around the locks of your hair.
"Oh~! Fuck! Please!" And he's right, the way you beg is so sweet. Kyle groans and tugs your head back causing you to arch up towards him. Forcing your head up towards him.
As your mouth parts to let out a pretty little moan, the head of his cock presses against your lips. The pre-cum the leaks out of the slit coats your lips, and then your tongue when you let it fall out. Kyle's dick twitches against your little kitten licks before he lets it glide into your mouth. He never could have imagined how amazing it feels to have your red swollen lips wrapped around his length.
Kyle reaches out and traces your lips with his fingers, your lustful gaze watching his every movement. A thick strand of saliva coating his fingers before he pushes his cock into your warm inviting throat. He rocks his hips against your mouth slowly at first. Each time he pulls out more saliva gathers at the base of his cock.
You try to take as much of Kyle as you can, the soft sounds of you gagging through the wet thrusts feels messy. It was sloppy and so incredibly hog. Watching the red head lose himself, the restraints he put on himself snapping with each long glide against your tongue. Not long after you hollow your cheeks and continue to suck him off, does he finally break. His hips snap forward thrusting into your mouth faster.
Kyle is so pretty. His lips parted slightly as he struggles to bite back the moans, you're pulling from him. The hand that's no longer tracing your lips is pressed against the wall, holding him up so his legs don't give out.
What has you weak in the knees isn't the way he's got his hands in your hair, pulling your mouth down the length of his cock. Holding it there for a moment only to slide you right back off. Or the way he's using your throat to chase his own high, his thighs flexing under the touch of your palm. It's the way he's kept eye contact with you this entire time, the way his eyes are watching every little thing you do. No matter how intense it all feels or gets, he can't break away.
You have him in this trance that only seems to break when he feels himself getting close. When he tries to pull away, he feels your hands grab at his thighs, a small moan pulled from him again when you dig your nails into his flesh.
"Fuuuck...Sh-shit I'm cumming!" How sweet of him to give you a warning. With a hum you shot him a wink.
That did it. The little gesture was too much for Kyle. A shiver that feels oh too good shoots down his spine as thick ropes of cum spill into your mouth. Kyle pulls out after some time, carefully holding the side of your face as you drink down the bitter climax.
You raise to your feet with a smile, as he takes his hand away to tuck himself back into his pants. Once he's finishes, he cups your face and pulls you back towards him.
"That was...you're incredible."
"I know. But it's nice to hear." You chuckle as he pressed another kiss into your temple. "Don't think I'm done with you yet handsome. Say you walk me home and we enjoy the night to ourselves."
"I think I'd like that. Wanna sneak out the back?" With a grin you take his hand and lead him out of the room. Kyle will never ever admit to Eric that his plan somehow magically worked. But when the time comes for Eric to collect that one fifty, Kyle will make sure he gets it. At least then its bragging rights.
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Can u do a kenny x male reader
Ohhh yeah!!
AGED UP!Kenny McCormick x MALE!Reader
Tbh i headcanon Kenny as pan
He has a preference for girls but he could give a shit less, he just wants to be loved
So when he found you, obviously his first instinct was to be pervy and a bit flirty.
You’d see him in the cafeteria staring at you.
Whenever you caught him, he’d end up A. Making finger guns, B. Winking or C. Actually coming up to you
He never took off his hood for anybody, but eventually he did for you.
“Hey boy how’s it hangin’?”
He is a bit awkward
And most of his jokes and conversations lead back to sex and stuff like that
But he does genuinely care
Eventually after one of these jokes. you kinda play back
He probably sends you one of those ‘what if we kissed in the mcdonald’s parking lot’ memes
And you responded with something like ‘yeah what if we did’
So you kissed in the McDonalds parking lot
And thus began your relationship with Kenny McCormick
His friends were surprised, to say the least.
”Woah, dude! I always thought you had it out for those rocking tits you raved about when you were younger!”
He just rolls his eyes
He’s been in a relationship with girls before, and was a bit of a player
So you were apprehensive
But he only had eyes for you
And he loves letting you know
He’ll let the whole world know if it means that he gets to show off how happy he is with you
Sometimes you two get caught making out in the halls (probably by Butters, hopefully not Cartman)
And he loves when you have him over
He introduces you to Karen, who loves you like an older brother
Kenny’s parents don’t give a shit. They’re just happy he’ll be quiet about how much he needs ‘rocking tits’
All sun all he loves you a lot :)
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omg, fanfiction trailer coming soon???? but fr, i am going to post a trailer for my new series... i hope you're excited as i am. anyways, can't wait to post the first chapter after like a week. love you, pookies <3 mwah
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