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i need more post covid kyle ‼️🤭
╭ . . . Next to be wed ੭
• ➛ post covid ! Kyle Broflovski x reader
╰ warnings :: swearing, all mistakes are unintentional
Weddings were something a lot of people stressed out about- actually, you thinks its all people, i mean a wedding is one of the BIGGEST days of someone's life! And it's something you'd like to experience one day.
But right now you cant focus on your own future, you had to worry about your best friend who was currently trying not to cry, you were by her side comforting her as much as you could " Hey, Lily, its okay! We've spent the last months planning this, everything is going to be perfect " the girl sniffed, looking at you trying to blink her tears away so she wouldn't ruin her make up " Its no-not that ! Its just that im so so happy ! "
You deadpanned, kinda finding it silly that she was crying over how happy she is surely you cant be that happy, right? whatever you need to keep these thoughts for later times. Sighing, you hugged her, patting her back " I know, but come on girl! You gotta cry for later, save your tears you need to go get married ! " You let go off her, nodding, a grin on both her face and yours. Standing up, you held her hand and lead her out " You got this girl, we're all rooting for you and your husband-to-be ".
After leading Lily out of the room she met her father who gave you a nod silently thanking you for calming down his daughter, he began to walk her down the isle letting you go off to the other brides maids, looking over across to see your red headed boyfriend, KYLE , who seemed tired and done with the husband, it seemed to you that it wasn't just the bride who got overemotional. You smiled, suppressing a laugh when his eyes met yours, he blushed out of embarrassment then tilted his head to the happy couple who were now saying their vows clearly wanting your attention off of him. You obliged, turning your head, silently celebrating for your friends fortune.
" Lily Iversut do you take Ethan Sither as your husband ? " You friend nodded " I do ! " the priest turned to Ethan " and do you Ethan Sither take Lily Iversut as you wife ? " " I do " " Then you may kiss the bride " and with that the two held each other, lips pressing to the other's. Clapping arose from the people behind them, along side comments congratulating them and ews from the younger children and just after the kiss Lily turned, her back facing everyone, laughing before a bouquet was thrown, chaos starting as all the brides maids and quite frankly all the women at the wedding rushed for the flowers, some pushing and shoving clearly desperate.
Unfortunately for all of them, your hands caught the flowers first all the women around you letting out groans of disappointment and you let out a laugh of victory, hell yeah! You caught the flowers. Mid way through your victory though Lily rushed over, giving you a tight squeeze " You caught the bouquet [ Name ] ! Do you know what that means ?? " You paused, now confused, catching the flowers means something? " No. " " You fucking dumbass [ Name ]- It means you're going to get married next ! " Lily punched you, trying to knock some sense into you- and she did, she so defiantly did
" Me? Married? Next? " you asked, your mind jumbled at the thought of you and Kyle getting married, now it was your turn to become a blushing mess, I mean you've thought about it multiple times and you've actually adored the idea but I mean, would you catching some flowers really make it happen? It kinda sounded stupid " Yes bitch! " Lily laughed, elbowing you before noticing the red head approaching, " Well looks like your future husband coming, I'll leave you to alone ! " She left, giggling away as she returned to her lover, probably chatting about the upcoming party.
" Hey Babe " you greeted, giving him a wobbly smile which he returned but not wobbly. Pressing a kiss to your lips he eyes the flowers " So, you caught them? " " what does it look like ... " Kyle laughed, pulling you close to him, kissing the top of your head " You know what that means " " Yeah, now I do- " "- means that we'll get married next, neat right baby? " " Very " you laughed and in that moment it just seemed like it was just the two of you in that room, holding each other, talking, it was nice but of course the moment was ruined by a guy screaming a ' Who wants booze !!!! '
It was a nice wedding, and it was nice that there was a chance that Kyle will propose to you.
IT was months after the wedding and everyone's lives went back to normal, you eventually forgot about the bouquet you caught and what it meant, continuing your life with Kyle. It was a normal south park day, that is a cold day with the suns ray doing fuck all to warm the town and you and your boyfriend were on a date, it wasn't too fancy just some random Italian restaurant that happened to have a history of having some mafia people in there but since then its gained people's trust n stuff back.
" I'm glad we're on a date babe, it's been a good minute since we had one " you laughed, holding his hand, he laughed along bringing your hand close to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles " Yeah, i agree hun " he smiled, before getting up " Hey [ Name ], i have a question for you " his smile turned sheepish as he let go of your hand, reaching for something in his pocket. As he pulled out a little black box he knelt down and immediately you connected the dots, a small gasp leaving you lips before Kyle could even ask his fucking question " [ Name ], will you make my life complete and marry me ? " he bit his inner cheek, patiently waiting for your answer and well he didn't really need to wait that long
" YES ! " you cried out " yesyesyesyesyes ! " both you and Kyle stood, your arms wrapping around him, both of you laughing quietly not wanting to draw even more attention to yourselves though you two were in such a joyful moment that you didn't even care. Kyle pressed a kiss to your lips and put the ring on you finger " I'm so glad honey, I'm so glad you said yes " he pressed you closer to him, enjoying the moment.
Maybe thinking that it was idiotic that catching some flowers would make you get married next wasn't so stupid after all.
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One night, stand up
Pc!Kyle x Black Reader
Kyle’s married… your not. Not like it ever mattered
Simply you looked stunning from where he was sitting across that measly bar.
Though our dear Kyle looked out of place, what this was the first time he’s done this in a decade or so…. He had two kids and a meanie wife waiting for him to come home tonight, but this time he really didn’t want to.
He wasn’t very happy you see. His marriage was in absolute shambles he just didn’t know exactly what to do. But he was lonely.
You could tell too. You caught him staring oh lord so many times. You didn’t mind the attention, he way looked better than any other man there. Nice, lean, older. You could get behind that.
But you were staring too… what you both were on your 4th drink and that silver wedding band was looking into your eyes like a bitch. I don’t know… we’re the stares just ticks?
He did want you though. But it was a mix of get up and get out of here and get up and get out of here with her.
You got up and made your way over, it’s just enough of playing games this night was going to get interesting. Even if it’s you who’s starting it. He’ll finish it I’m sure.
“I see your staring” you said sitting down a good distance away from him. “I have no idea what your talking about” he was looking away but you could see that hand his ring was on profusely rubbing the sweat off that palm.
“Really..?” You sigh and smirk a little “guess I was seeing wrong then” you start to slowly get up and his eyes follow you “no you- it’s fine you weren’t” you tilt your head your confidence in how this will end going through the roof. This was to damn easy.
“How so?” You ask sitting back down much closer only knees touching this time close. “Your well… I do think your cute..” cute? You’ll let it slide.
“You do?” you look over him he was so groomed, so nice. “Yeah I do” he takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts “it’s been a while sense I’ve done this”
No fucking shit… you smirk taking another sip of your drink. “What’s your name stranger?”
“Kyle Broflovski” he seemed like a Kyle. “So um..” you get closer now thighs touching shoulders too “is this just..” your grab his hand and rub a thumb over that bland ring “an accessory? Don’t look to flashy to be one”
He looks flustered but in a ashamed way he starches his neck with just a finger as his posture relaxes “nothing I want to explain”
“You don’t have to lie to me” you smile letting go of his hand “someone supposed to be waiting for you?” You whisper
“It’s complicated but you got me” seriously… complicated? Give this poor man a break. No I mean all you heard was an opportunity this was all coming to you so easy. He needs you…
You grabbed his arm and leaned forward “do you want to get out of here?” He locked his eyes with you, more of surprised because you both knew the answer so goddamn well.
“Of course I do”
Pt.2..?
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I neeeeeeeeed Kyle basic dating hc! Fem reader pls!!!
Post COVID Kyle x Fem! Reader Basic Dating Headcanons
Warning(s): none!
Notes: Hai hai!! First request woohoo!! Also this is one of the first times I've done a headcanon list like this, I hope it turns out well :')
◇ Kyle is a very considerate partner, whenever he plans to go out somewhere with you, he will make sure that you are comfortable with it as well. If he wants to go to a café, he'll make sure it's your favorite café in the whole town because he wants it to be the best experience for you.
◇ On special dates or occasions, he will leave little love notes in places he'll know you'll find them.
◇ You are his number 1, and if anyone has anything bad to say about you, he WILL be defending you to no end. In a way, he likes protecting you.
◇FOREHEAD KISSES!! I feel that Kyle loves to give you a little peck on the forehead whether it's a way to part from you or if you're sitting in his lap admiring eachother.
◇ When you guys hold hands, he unknowingly has a very firm grasp on your hand. You could be simply walking down the street with him downtown, but he'll be holding onto you like he's trying not to lose you in a crowd.
◇ I think that Kyle would also be the first one to confess
◇ Whether you live together or in separate houses while dating, he will leave sticky notes on your mirror, reminding you how beautiful and pretty you are. (Bonus thing: Kyle writes in cursive, so his handwriting is just as elegant as the compliments he gives you)
◇ Communication is key with this man, and he will make sure that any event, issue, or anything of the sort pops up, that you will know. (In a kind manner of course.)
◇ Kyle would use pet names on you sometimes, such as "sweetheart", "honey", and "dear". He hates the petname "babe" though. He just feels it's tacky idk.
◇ He loves taking long drives with you as well, just listening to you talk about yourself or what has been happening with you recently is his favorite thing. It helps him form a strong bond with you, and car conversations can turn into deep discussions about problems in the world or something as shallow as discussing his childhood favorite show, Terrance and Phillip.
◇ He rushes over any place to open the door for you, what a gentlemen.
◇ "You will forever hold a place in my heart, I love you so much," he comments to you before giving you a peck on your forehead. He smiles at you softly, lifting you up bridal style to sit on the couch with you to watch your favorite TV show together.
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they are the same :D
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May I request a platonic x reader for the main boys. Where they learn the reader is a girl somehow but before they were all under the belief she was a boy and that she didn’t care to much about her gender to correct them (like a Haruhi Fujioka situation)
I really didn’t know what to write so it’s pretty short tbh
“Wait wait wait! You’re telling that that this whole time we’ve been hanging out with a chick!?”
Cartman stares at you completely perplexed on how he didn’t see that you were a girl the whole time.
“Mghf Mghf Mghf?”
“Ewww Kenny…”
“I just didn’t think it was that important.” You shrugged dismissively and put your hands into your pockets.
“NOT THAT IMPORTANT!?!? How do we know that you’re not a spy that the girls sent to get more information from us!” Cartman narrows his eyes.
“That’s retarded fatass.” Kyle rolls his eyes and crosses his arms
“Yeah why would the girls send a spy?”
“I don’t really see why my gender matters.”
“Guys come here for a second.” Cartman ushers for the other three boys to follow him away from you. After a few seconds you hear Kyle yell. “We’re not killing (name) Cartman!”
“It’s the only way kahl! We have to kill her before she gives away all of our secrets!” He looks back at you “Hey (name). Nothing going on here just chatting Y’know.”
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Post Covid!Stan's group: Riding their face.
Pairing: post covid!stan marsh x reader, post covid!kyle broflovski x reader, post covid!eric cartman x reader, post covid!kenny mccormick x reader.
Triggers: 18+, oral (f receiving), face sitting.
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This would 100% be Stan's favourite way to devour you bc he can be lazy sometimes and with you sitting on his face is ideal. He'd hold you up, giving your slit long licks and straight up tongue fuck you as he purposely brushed his nose against your clit. You'd be so confused as to how he breathes? Some way, some how his fingers would play at your core, and it would be crazy when you shout his name from your orgasm. Stan would be smiling up at you with wet lips.
Kyle would do this when you both have been dating for awhile and are comfortable with each other but once it happens, oh gosh, he would go all in. Kyle would be so good, remembering what you liked and just had the right amount of teasing before giving into you completely. With your hips rolling and your moaning above him, Kyle would get so hard, especially when you got close; Kyle would happily flatten his tongue against your pussy and let you roll your hips against his tongue and cum.
Just like Stan, this is the perfect position for Cartman to be lazy in and just bury his head into your pussy. He would be thrusting his own hips air, imagining that he was fucking you while his tongue moved deeper and deeper into you. He would be grunting beneath you as you tugged and gripped his hair, moving him to exactly where you wanted him to be.
Kenny would be gripping your thighs and holding you down against his mouth and wouldn't let up even when you tried to move away from him when the pleasure got to him. Kenny would have his lips wrapped around your clit and wouldn't let you up until you eventually were screaming his name and grinding against his mouth.
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(POST COVID) KYLE BROFLOVSKI X READER
Summary: late-night sex? late-night sex.
Tags: Soft dom! Kyle, sub! reader, fingering, praise, begging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, finger sucking, established relationship,
"No more, no more.." you don't know how much more you can take, the licks, the bites, the teasing
"Oh but I think you can" he responded, with that tone that you know you cannot deny, you whine and plead but to no avail, its like he was driven by lust, or need, the need to make you cum until your legs are shaking and you can't even mutter out a sentence,
"Puh- please! I can't, I can't-" Fingers then entered your mouth, forcing you to suck on them with a moan, holy fuck you tasted good
"Baby I know you want out, and I'll give you exactly that, but I want you- no, NEED you to cry for me, I'm sorry but I won't stop until you do, I want that pretty little face wet with your tears, can you do that for me?" you nodded, already on the brink of sobbing, he kept those fingers in your mouth, letting you suck them for comfort, while his hand sneaks down to your pussy, a finger starts to rub circles on your clit, causing you to jolt upwards, almost causing you choke on his fingers,
"Mmh! fuck!" you let go of his fingers by accident, letting out moans of pleasure, Kyle was enjoying the sight below him, "sensitive, slow down!"
"would you rather I stick in my fingers again baby?" his question was answered almost immediately with frantic nodding, he then took his finger away from your clit to enter two fingers inside of you, sliding in and out at a rapid pace, you cried out, hands searching around the bedsheets to find a pillow to burry your flushed face in, "Oh is my baby going to cry?" take a hot guess Kyle, "Oh you are gonna cry! c'mon there is no shame to it"
you dug your face shamefully into the soft pillow, and sobs came out pitifully, you hated crying, especially in front of Kyle, but you couldn't control it, this way too much, his fingers deep inside your cunt, and the tension in the air, fuck, you couldn't hold it anymore.
" There we go, fuck you look gorgeous all messed up like that," He started "fuck I'm sorry sweetie, I know I said I'd stop but you look so damn pretty like this, just let me make you cum, then we'll be done, okay?"
More? no no please no, you can't, anymore stimulation and you'll pass out!
"Do it for me?" Oh fuck it...
Hey dudes and dudettes uhm, yeah, I'm just here I guess and uh this is for my friend, so yeah, teehee 😋 remember this is post covid yall, we don't do illegal stuff on here mkay? Mkay... BTW guys if there's uh grammar issues, you didnt see them they'll magically be gone (give me my fucking gum please)
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Post-Covid, Kyle: Wow, new kid, it’s been forever. You look really young still!
New kid, government experiment, realizing these guys really didn’t figure out that their games had actual government involvement: Mhm.
#south park x reader#south park x new kid#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski x new kid#post COVID Kyle broflovski x reader
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pairings: post covid ! kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh x reader.
trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns , uses of y/n + l/n ( get that interactive fic extension loaded , lads ) .
disclaimer : i haven’t written anything like this in a long time . only interact with this post if you are 18 or above , minors are not welcomed on my blog . small intro of a future series im going to start in a fic form , putting this out there to see if anyone is interested and to get a taste for how alive the fandom is .
stay with me ... fanfic series being kenny’s assistant.
kenny has a nasty habit of losing track - it can range from his paper work , to notes when he’s going on one of his tangents and just needing to let it all out before it fleets from mind, to as simple as forgetting what day of the week it is : forgetting dates, scheduled events, that sort of thing. he really cannot coordinate his own life if it meant saving it, he’s just got too much going on, ten fold when it comes to his work -
it was kyle’s idea, actually - listening to kenny apologize yet again for forgetting one of the days they were supposed to meet up on. he sighs, exasperated, annoyed, any rational person would be when plans kept going haywire because someone couldn’t even bother to turn up “have you thought about a personal assistant ?” leaning on his kitchen counter, watching the new snow fall as he leaned into the phone “it’ll help. if it doesn’t, i’m just going to stop making plans with you.”
is he being serious ? no, but still - he’s on thin ice.
kenny starts interviewing a week later, because it really isn’t a bad idea - he’s ashamed that he never thought of it sooner. the applications come flooding through, who wouldn’t want a front row seat to a genius like him ? the things they’d get to witness first hand, new discoveries, seeing his mind in person and with a front row seat. it was too good to be true, nobody in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to put their application through.
after about a dozen interviews, he’s just about ready to give up.
then,,,, you come in - it was like he took a shot of vodka with how you snapped him awake - his eyes trail over you for a moment, he could see straight away how nervous you were - despite how much you were trying to hide it. cheeks were clearly flushed, fidgeting with your fingers before you held out a hand towards the man, smile shaky but bright as you did your best to put on a brave face, a little tremble in your hand as anxiety shot through you didn’t go missed, either “its a pleasure to meet you, mr mccormick, truly, it’s an honour. ”
well, right then and there, kenny thought you were just the sweetest little thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. he had his mind made up before your hands locked together, his large palm swallowing yours so easily as he sent you a dazzling smile, if any of his friends were in the room they’d make faces, sending him an accusing glare , they know the look too well and it’s anything but innocent “it’s a pleasure meet you too, mrs. l/n. you flatter me too much, please, sit - let’s begin, it says here that you - “
he has to at least pretend to be professional.
you got the phone call later that night with confirmation that you got the job. did you dance around your apartment, scream the minute the phone call ended ? absolutely you did. now you have a chance to actually enjoy work, to do something with your life rather than dragging yourself through it, to work along side the brightest mind of their generation.
he called kyle up the minute things were confirmed. telling him it was the best and only good idea he'll ever have again. to which he responds with a "fuck you... wait, what are you talking about ... why do you sound like that?" kyle knows, he knows kenny too well not to know.
when stan, kyle and kenny next have a meet up, it’s an annoying shocked and open surprise that kenny graced them with his presence, for having the ability to turn up on time. after a lot of shit talking, kenny finally falls into speaking about you, a little too much, stan and kyle have no choice but to want to meet you.
when they do ... ?
oh... oh they get it .
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❀DAD BOD❀
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Summary: Durning a sweet moment between you and your husband, you tell Stan his dad bod will soon come in handy.
Warnings: teeth rotting fluff.
Author’s Note: I love him so much actually, I thought of this randomly, still in my baby fever phase. send in requests!
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DOMESTIC BLISS, as many would refer to the interaction taking place between you and your husband, Stan. It was very blissful in fact, the rain hammering on the windows by your bed, but you happily wrapped in your husbands arms, giggling at the tv screen in front of you.
You pulled out your phone to read the text notification that lit up the screen as Stan’s eyes were skillfully trained on the movie.
Kyle : Have you told him yet?
You smiled to yourself, looking over at your husband with nothing but love, before responding.
Y/n : not yet, but soon.
“Are you texting Kyle again?” Stan asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice as you nod. “Tell him you’re my wife not his. He can go find his own wife.” He teased, taking your phone away. You both chuckled as he held the phone above your head so you couldn’t reach.
“Oh come on, he’s both of our best friends. He just misses you so dearly.” You teased back, making Stan scoff.
“Then he should be texting me instead.” He grumbled. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that Kyle knew the same information that you did, and that he was simple waiting for you to spill before he texted his best friend again. You sighed, snuggling into Stan’s chest.
“We are seeing him soon.” You said, making him scoff.
“Exactly, so he can wait to see you.” He teased, kissing your head softly as you chuckled “Speaking of, you need to decide my outfit for today.”
“Oh come on now, can’t you decide?” You asked, hoping to stay in his arms as long as possible.
“We both know I can’t, now here, I’ll give you a nice little fashion show.”
He got up from the bed, careful to not have you tumble over the other side as he did, and he went to take his shirt off. You couldn’t help but admire him from where you were on the bed, now laying on you stomach as you looked at him with lovestruck eyes. The scuffs of black hair littering his chest, the thick stubble on his chin, which was overdue for a shave. His black locks that he had managed since you were kids. And his beautiful baby blue eyes that perfectly brought together his entire body. His dad bod, that you had to admit was one of your favorite things about him.
“Oh stop that would you?” He grumbled, making you raise an eyebrow at him, meeting his stern eyes in the mirror.
“Stop what? I’m not allowed to admire my handsome husband?” You argued, and he shook his head, pointing a finger at you through the mirror.
“No actually, I’m the one who admires you remember?”
“Oh, how dare I.” You say teasingly, getting up to come stand behind him, hugging him from behind.
“God, I look just like my dad.” He grumbled, holding his stomach.
“I love your little dad pooch.” You couldn’t help but hold the pudge on his stomach, it brought you so much joy. No matter how he thought he looked, Stan had to admit hearing the things you loved about him he couldn’t help but love too. Yet still, he scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “No really, maybe mine will match in a month or two.”
Stan rolled his eyes, thinking you were teasing him for his tummy. It took him a few minutes of looking down, and playing with your fingers that wrapped around him from behind, before he looked up to meet your eyes. His eyes were widened, and widened even more when he saw the smirk on your lips.
“What do you mean by that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you. You looked back at him, smiling. He pulled away, and you giggled as you sat back down on the bed. You could tell his head was racing a mile a minute, but the teasing was just too fun. Soon enough he smiled back, getting on bed in front of her, grabbing her hands.
“Do you mean that…” he stuttered, suddenly unable to form words. You smiled at him teasingly, his cheeks now a bright blush red.
“I don’t know Stan, what do I mean?”
He shook his head, trying to form words to shake out. He still was completely flustered, and his eyes wondered all over your body.
“Are, are you, are we.” He gulped, and you squeezed his hands. You looked him straight in the eyes, lifting his chin slightly so he would look back into yours, his baby blues holding so much love and worry, and joy all in one.
“Use your words Stanley.” You whispered, not being able to hold back the slightly tears that brined in your eyes when you saw a single tear drip down Stan’s face. You wipped it with a smile, and he took a deep breath.
“Are you pregnant.” He asked softly, practically whispering, unable to speak from the adrenaline he felt. You nodded, and his eyes lit up as his hands held your face.
“Oh wow, ohh…wow!” He practically jumped from the bed, smiling widely as a few more tears of joy dripped down his cheek. God he was such a baby. “I’m pregnant! Well, you’re pregnant, we’re pregnant?!” He shouted, and you stood up, coming to stand by him.
“Yes my love.” You said back, and he let out a happy sigh.
“Oh my god, oh wow, I, wow.” He pulled you into a tight hug, running his fingers through your hair as he held you close. “I love you so much.” He whispered against your hair, pulling away to kiss you.
It was, domestic bliss entirely. It was lovely, and wonderful, and Stan was extremely giddy to be able to go to see his friends tonight, to tell them all the good news. Well, Kyle already knew, but Stan let that slide. He was just too damn happy. You two had attended a welcome home party for your best friend Kenny at Kyle’s house, and the entire night Stan’s arm didn’t leave your side. It was as if his hand was permanently glued to your stomach. He couldn’t wait to tell each and every person there about the new baby. It was actually quite adorable, and even though he would t shut up about it no one could say they were annoyed by it. Even Eric Cartman, who was reluctant to admit that he was excited to have a baby in the group to spoil.
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𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ━ ♡
POST COVID ! KYLE BROFLOVSKI X READER
A/N - I love post covid kyle sm, he's amazing. FYI this is pretty shit so uh yh
KYLE fell onto the other side of the bed, letting out a groan. It was clear that he was annoyed at the fact his old friend- Eric Cartman was his name- and his family began to stay over since they couldnt any where else.
You turned your head to face your husband, a small smile resting on your features. " Hey its okay hun, im sure it wont be too bad " You shifted your body so you'd be on your side, staring at him. Hearing him sigh he turned his head so you'd be face-to-face, his brows knitted " Y/n, you know i love you but you dont know Cartman- he was an absolute asshole when we where younger, he still is now ! "
Quietly laughing, you ran your left hand through his red locks, to which he eased up, letting you do so. He really enjoyed having you by his side, it just made things so much easy for him. " Im sure it'll be fine baby, its been years since you've seen him, im sure he's changed! " " Yeah for the worst " He groaned again before lifting himself up throwing his side of the covers over his body.
His hands quickly grabbed at our waist and pulled you closer to his body, a high pitched yelp left your lips as he did so. Even though he's done this for a good few years it still manages to shock you when he does. He held you body close to his, resting his chin on your head " Ya know, im glad that somehow i managed to find you " he pressed a kiss onto the place where his chin rested not only a second before.
" Same " You grinned against his chest, arms lazily warped around him, " Lets go to sleep now hun, its late " you could hear Kyle hum in agreement but before you could both close your eyes and fall asleep a loud noise and clapping sound could be heard from one of the other rooms. Immediately you could hear Kyle sigh angrily.
Trying to ease him again you gave him a slight squeeze but it did practically nothing as when the voices of Eric and his wife came through the door about their love for Judaism you also got quite annoyed, not to mention uncomfortable. Sensing your discomfort Kyle grumbled quickly letting go of you and getting out of bed, leaving the room.
You knew something bad was gonna happen between the 3 and you really didnt want to intervene even though it would be the best idea to do so. While you were contemplating whether you should or shouldn't go Kyle returned, clearly stressed and upset.
" They'll be gone in the morning n/n " he muttered getting back in the bed, by your side quickly wrapping his arms around you just as he did before. You hummed, brows furrowed "Kyle, let them stay, they have no where else to go " your husband shook his head " No, n/n, i dont want them in our house. They made you uncomfortable for fucks sake! " "So what? Everyone fucks their partner Kyle!" "But no one does it while yelling about their love for Abraham!" "Whatever ..."
deciding to just let it go you pressed your face into his chest, your hold on him loosening causing the man to stiffen, realizing he upset you. he awkwardly hummed, hiding his face in your hair " Ive upset you havent i? ah- shit- I- im sorry babe, i'll uh.... i'll let them stay " you could hear the annoyance in his voice when he talked about letting them staying but you were glad he was gonna let them.
"Thanks hun, i love you"
" I love you too "
#south park#south park x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#post covid kyle broflovski#south park post covid#x reader#this is so shit#LMFAOOO
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south park post covid main 4 w/ you in a revealing bikini ! 🍹˚ ༘
warning(s): uses of prns she/her, fem!reader, lowkey a crack post, swearing, suggestive themes
author's note: i'm pretty late to the party (and this was just stuck in my drafts) so i decided to post it now, hope you enjoy!
stan marsh
his swimming trunks don't ever fit him, either they're squeezing his balls off or they're so loose that he will almost flash some poor innocent family
"alcohol-free" by twice but with the alcohol
i mean, stan's like wasted on like five margaritas before he sees you, and when he does... oh, HOOCHIE MAMA!!
ok but fr, the moment this pot belly man sees you in that cute ass swimsuit, he is ALL OVER you.
he's gon grab you from behind and give you all kinds of sloppy neck kisses
"you're so sexy baby. i love you~"
did i forget to add that's he's an ass man?
"🎶 take that, rewind it back, usher got the voice to make your booty go– SMACK!"
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kyle broflovski
leanly built kyle broflovski me thinks...
the only one who actually reacted like a normal grown individual out of the four of them 😐
if you have any body dysmorphia, this man will make sure you love your body just as much as he does.
don't get me wrong, he did show you off, but that was more of him making a declaration of "that's all mine, and you wish she was yours."
his hands most definitely will be glued to your hips/waist (his favorite part of your body)
anytime someone would look at you in a flirtatious way/quite literally flirt with you, he would instantly give that signature "i'm tired of your shit.™" kyle broflovski look.
forehead kisses and CONSTANT compliments
trust me, he loves the way that fabric hugs all your yummy curves 😋
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eric cartman
this cutie patootie was shocked to see you in that. (calling cartman of all ppl that makes me want to vomit)
he tried his so very hardest to cover you up, with towels, a cover-up, his own swim-shirt, but you took it all off bc ofc you did.
istg he almost cussed a mf out for cat-calling you, he was fighting the urge to keep the true eric theodore cartman deep inside
he would hold your hand the whole time like if he let go you would vanish out of thin air lmao XD
weird headcanon, but i think eric loves seeing your hair down and wet, like all that water dripping down your body really turns him on
sunbathing is his fav past-time when going to the beach/pool
LIKE IF Y'ALL ARE TANNING TOGETHER, LAY ON HIS BIG OL TUMMY, IT'S WORTH IT ISTG, ITS LIKE A PILLOW
also cartman can't swim for shit so he stays in the shallowest part of the water at ALL TIMES. (come on, you don't wanna see his old ass drown, do you?)
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kenny mccormick
kenny man bun, kenny man bun, KENNY MAN BUN (but fr, he doesn't like getting his hair wet so he puts it up every time y'all go to the beach/pool)
you just had to pick out a bikini that would show the most amount of cleavage, didn't you?
my man's eyes must've POPPED out of their damn sockets like a cartoon character when he saw that shit
"ah that's hot, that's hot."
every chance this dude gets he's gon come up to you like "madam, your breasts look awfully heavy, shall i hold them for you?"
but enough about kenny's obsession with boobs, i honestly feel like he'd be all kinds of lovey-dovey the whole time
hugging you, kissing you, feeling you all over,I'm pretty sure you'll have to literally bitch-slap kenny cuz this man will be attached to your hip like a tumor
also, you know that hawaiian shirt he always wears (that probably hasn't been washed in 6 months)? yeah, that thing will stay on his body the whole time unless he's in the water. but it's unbuttoned ofc, he isn't trying to die of heat stroke bruv 😕
#south park#south park post covid#south park headcanons#south park x reader#stan marsh#stan marsh x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#eric cartman#eric cartman x reader#kenny mccormick#kenny mccormick x reader#crack post#crack fic#honestly idk wtf im doing#lmao#please ignore this
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poison
pc!stan oneshot <3
characters; post covid stan x fem reader
warnings; dom/sub themes, fem+male masturbation, exhibitionism kinda, praise+degradation, petnames (sweetpea, baby), daddy kink, smut with aftercare 💋
a/n; this is for the anon that requested pc stan nsfw i’m dumb and accidentally deleted the ask 😪 thank u for requesting, it made my day teehee
stan hated his job.
okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. his job was…bearable. the pay was good, hours were flexible, he was basically his own boss and he worked from home. an online whiskey consultant wasn’t exactly a job he’d expected to be doing, especially so late in his life, but he was definitely passionate about it. or was it the alcohol he was passionate about? he could never quite tell. even so, he didn’t dread getting up every morning to answer calls from businessmen who had nothing better to spend their money on than copious amounts of whiskey.
but, right now, as he sits by his desk in his office on the phone to some guy who just can’t decide between two different bottles, he hates his job. and no, it wasn’t because the guy had spent the past twenty minutes mumbling to himself about the price and still hadn’t made a decision. it was during those twenty minutes that stan decided he hated his job. because during those twenty minutes, you’d walked into his office, sat on the sofa across from him and spread your legs, revealing that you were wearing nothing under your skirt.
god, stan really, really hated his job.
he couldn’t speak. even if he could, he wouldn’t be allowed. dirty-talking his pretty little tease of a girlfriend while on the phone with a client probably wasn’t the best look for the company. still, he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from your slow, gentle fingers as they slipped over your chest, stopping to pinch your nipples. the look on your face was enough to get him hard: bottom lip between your teeth, eyes half-lidded, staring right at him. there was probably the beginning of a smirk somewhere in there too, but stan was too busy watching your slutty display to check.
you knew for a fact this would end in a punishment. sure, stan loved how needy, how desperate you were for him, but always said the same thing when you were begging him to touch you; ‘good girls are patient. y’gonna be a good girl for daddy?’
usually, you’d whine, but nod and leave him be until he decided you deserved a reward. today was different. you weren’t gonna give him the chance to say anything. you’d woken up and his side of the bed was empty, you’d eaten breakfast, lunch and dinner alone, you’d gone grocery shopping and even carried all of the bags inside by yourself. he’d been in his office all day, and you were sick of it.
so, as your finger runs slow circles on your clit and his eyes darken, you know you’ve finally gotten his attention. the guy on the phone must’ve said something important, because stan has to drag his eyes away from you for a second, mumbling as he quickly types something on his computer, sighing. you giggle at his frustration, but stop promptly as he gives you a certain look; one that says ‘i’m not done with you yet’.
you take it in your stride, pushing a single digit into yourself, letting out a hushed whimper and grinning up at him. you knew it was taking everything in him to not throw his phone down and fuck you stupid. instead, he palmed at his cock through his pants, his face stoic. when you slip another finger in though, your moans a little louder now, his breath catches in his throat. he continues talking to the man on the other end of the phone, but there’s an edge to his voice, like he’s about to snap any second and hang up. you fuck yourself with your fingers, slowly, letting him watch you adjust to the feeling. fuck, you were still so tight. stan’s practically sweating now, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. he’s so hard it looks painful. he grabs his tip, wiping the precum down his length and pumping his dick as he stares at you, almost in awe of how much of a whore he’d turned you in to.
you would’ve never pulled this stunt when you first started dating.
he smirks as you bring your other hand back to your chest, swirling your fingertips around your nipple, grabbing and pinching, desperate for more stimulation. it wasn’t enough, and he knew it. you both knew it. it wasn’t him.
stan must’ve reached his breaking point as he cuts off the man on the phone. “look, dude, it’s not hard. get the macallan.” his hand leaves his dick to type something, then returns to jerking himself off as soon as the guy agrees and says he’ll order that one. he exchanges quick, strained pleasantries before basically throwing his phone onto the desk.
he doesn’t move for a few seconds. you stop your movements, removing your fingers and sitting still on the couch, full of adrenaline and lust.
then, he laughs. it’s quiet, and with his head down, you can barely hear him. he leans back in his chair, cock still upright and dripping as he looks down at you. “you wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing?” his words are sharp and harsh, and it’s obvious he’s pissed. still, you give him the least nervous smile you can muster. you weren’t used to taking the reigns for once, or atleast trying to. stan was usually the one to instigate anything in your relationship, and as much as you liked him being soft with you, you needed something else. it was like an itch you couldn’t scratch- you knew he was capable of going harder on you, you just had to push him. luckily for you, this seemed to do it.
you hum quietly. “nothin’.”
that makes him laugh again. but it’s louder, a lot louder, and there’s an air of anger to it. “nothin’, huh?” he nods gently. then, slowly, he stands up, looking down at you still sat cautiously on the couch. his dick twitches against his stomach as he watches you from this new angle. he leans down slightly, hand coming to your jaw to hold your head towards him. “did i tell you to stop?”
you could’ve come from just the way he looked down at you. still holding his gaze, you bring your fingers back to your cunt, pushing two digits back inside. you rest your head on his hand as you fuck yourself, fast and messy, desperate to reach your high before he can take it away from you. he brushes a few stray hairs from your face, rubbing your cheek gently as he coos at your soft whimpers- it was so humiliating, and it made you even wetter. “there’s my obedient little girl.” his voice is quiet. he watches you intently, his cock still throbbing against his stomach. it was so difficult for him to just watch you and not touch himself.
it’s not hard to finish; you clench around your fingers, legs shaking as he pets your hair, whispering obscenities through your orgasm. your breathing is heavy when you finally settle down, as is stan’s. you go to remove your fingers, the warning signs of overstimulation already prominent, but stop when you feel stan’s large hand wrap around your wrist, keeping yours in place. his other grips your chin a little tighter. he tuts gently. “you wanted to be a little slut,” his voice is low and it sends a shiver down your spine, “so i’m gonna treat you like one.”
his hand moves slowly, coercing your fingers inside of yourself and you let him, curling them to reach your sweet spot, all while letting out strained moans. he ignores your whining, simply repeating his earlier words; you had decided to act like a whore, and you were gonna be punished for it. by now, the line between pain and pleasure had blurred. you couldn’t tell whether the ache in your core was from exhaustion or another building orgasm, but it didn’t matter anyway. you force your eyes open when he takes his hand from your chin, watching through blurry vision as he jerks himself off and pushes your fingers deeper inside of you. it was so intoxicating, so embarrassingly delicious. you were a squirming mess next to him, babbling as your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.
you can barely speak as it passes. you’re begging by this point, soft whimpers and pained ‘please’s, though you’re unsure whether you’re begging for it to stop or for him to finally fuck you. stan seems to get the message, wiping the stray tears from your pink cheeks and removing his hand from your wrist. “s’too much baby?” his words are soft, but the grin on his face is smug. you nod pitifully, sniffling, legs still shaky. suddenly, his hand snakes up your spine, coming to grab at your hair and pushing you back on the couch. his hands pull you up to your knees, leaving you face down and arched. “too fuckin’ bad, slut.” you hear his voice behind you, then feel his cock slap against your pussy. you’re dripping and sore from your first two orgasms and you’re not sure if you can handle a third, but it’s blaringly obvious you don’t get a choice as he pushes into you.
it stings, and leaves you tearing up again as he bottoms out, but fuck, does it feel good. it’s like he’s made to fuck you. your whole body ached, and you were pretty sure your legs were about to collapse, but as he slams into you, you can’t focus on anything but how big he feels inside of you. he was already close, his movements sloppy and harsh, but he was making the most of this. he needed to make sure he taught you a lesson.
your hands grab onto anything they can; you grasp at the couch, trying to hold yourself up as each of his thrusts seem harder than the last. he clutches at your hips with strong, thick fingers, squeezing slightly as he nears orgasm, urged on by your muffled moans and tears. you manage to come again, but it’s overshadowed by the pain searing through your whole body. you let yourself fall forward into the soft cushions on the couch, stan now fully supporting your bottom half as he pushes in a few more times, bottoming out with a strained grunt when he finishes inside of you.
as soon as he pulls out, you feel disgusting. you’re sticky with sweat and come, shaking and tearing up on the couch. you hear him recollect himself, feel the space next to you dip as he takes a seat, panting. his attention is immediately on you. he places a soft hand on your leg, rubbing gentle circles on your thigh. you sit up shakily, wiping your eyes as he gestures for you to sit on his lap, arms wide. you don’t hesitate to crawl onto him, settling comfortably with your face buried in his neck, whispering teary apologies. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, shushing you softly. “s’okay, baby,” he mutters, still holding you close to his chest, “just wanted daddy’s attention, didn’t you?”
you nod, his hand reaching up to brush through your hair. it was true; you weren’t used to him being so busy with work, and it was weird not being around him all day. you had gotten so comfortable in your domesticated daily routine with stan that when he wasn’t there when you woke up, or when you ate, or when you were out running errands, everything felt wrong.
he puts two fingers under your chin, pulling you up to look at him. his expression softens as he wipes your tears, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “i’m not angry, baby. just can’t let you act out without punishing you,”
you understood. this was the first time you’d gone against his rules and, as incredible as you felt during, it was gonna be hard coming down after that. fortunately, stan was there to help you through. “gonna go get a cloth to clean you up, okay baby? be a good girl and stay here,”
he slides you from his lap back to the couch, bending down to press a final kiss to your forehead, then getting up to leave with a proud grin. he’d definitely taught you a lesson.
#brook1yn-baby#fanfic#oneshot#south park#stan marsh x reader#post covid stan#pc stan marsh#pc stan x reader#sp stan#post covid stan x reader#smut#south park smut#request#anon ask#he’s so pookie
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- masterlist ❣️
smut: 💥
fluff: 🫧
doug remer:
💥hazy
🫧remer taking care of drunk!reader blurb
🫧💥remer headcanons
💥please
💥remer going down on you blurb
🫧remer x reader on the team headcanons
🫧remer getting the silent treatment headcanons
🫧💥remer with a size kink headcanons
🫧drunk!remer x reader blurb
💥sucking remer off blurb
💥watching remer masturbate blurb
💥fill ‘er up!
🫧remer taking care of sick!reader headcanons
💥perv!remer blurb
🫧remer with a goth!gf headcanons
matt stone:
💥birthday boy
💥his toy
💥voyeur!matt blurb
stan marsh:
💥pc stan marsh nsfw headcanons
💥pc stan marsh age gap blurb
🫧sleeping positions with pc stan marsh
🫧pc stan marsh dating with an age gap headcanons
💥showing up to pc stan marsh’s house blurb
🫧going to the liquor store with pc stan marsh blurb
damon albarn:
💥pretty thing
💥the best
💥damon albarn nsfw alphabet
💥tease
💥caught
💥jealous
#doug remer smut#doug remer x reader#matt stone x reader#matt stone smut#south park#baseketball#damon albarn#damon albarn smut#damon albarn x reader#blur band#masterlist#stan marsh#stan marsh x reader#stan marsh smut#pc stan marsh#post covid stan marsh#post covid south park
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Oh no what happened idk I suddenly can't see idk
Goodnight
#south park#you ever just draw the body before adding clothes?#no? im just a perv?#alright fair#sp kyle broflovski#south park post covid#pc!kyle broflovski#pc!kyle#kyle broflovski x reader#south park kyle#kyle broflovski#south park kyle broflovski
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Post Covid!Kenny NSFW headcannons.
Pairing: Kenny McCormick x Reader.
Triggers: 18+, smut all over. Smut throughout. Pt2??
NOTE!!!: I can’t find a gif of Kenny during post covid therefore I am using @.SPFKymanCartyle on Twitter. This is THEIR work and THEIR design. All credit goes to them. Their work is incredible I would 100% recommend checking it out. Once again, the picture of Kenny is NOT MINE, it is @.SPFKymanCartyle on Twitter.
NSFW Headcannons:
* Kenny for real, has a size kink and loves manhandling you and throwing you into every position he can. However, he only does that when he’s 100% sure he won’t hurt you. Kenny will literally be fucking you against the wall then throw you onto the bed.
* Kenny adores you. He would 100% body worship you in every single way. Kenny is so grateful for you and he wouldn’t be satisfied if he didn’t allow himself to indulge in you fully.
* If you’ve long hair, Kenny loves pulling your hair into a ponytail and guiding your mouth up and down his cock. He loves stroking your hair all the while he controls how long he wants to last. If not, Kenny would adore fucking your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. Ughh, imagine his moans as he fucks your mouth. Kenny could of died happily when he came home from a stressful day of work to see you, naked, with your mouth opened and on your knees, ready for your mouth to be fucked.
* “That’s my girl.” Kenny smirked as he pulled your hair into a makeshift pony. “How did I get so lucky??”
* Kenny has nicknames for you, but his favourite is “baby girl” 🤍
* “You like my big cock inside you, baby girl?”
* I feel like Kenny isn’t really into Dom/sub, however, I think Kenny is more on the Dom side of things?? Like idk how to describe it. Anyways, Kenny has a need to protect and pleasure you. It’s his pussy and he’ll do what he wants. 🤷♀️
* Kenny is the furthers thing from a gentleman, he will leave marks everywhere and anywhere you want him too (well where he wants) especially in the heat of the moment, Kenny will leave dark bruises all down your neck, breasts, thighs, hips, ass, etc. good luck wearing shorts or skirts during the summer.
* Tends to grunt rather than moan but hearing him saying your name in his deep voice is just chef kiss.
* Loves loves love doggy style. Kenny loves looking at your ass as he fucks you from behind. He loves pulling you back onto him, holding you there for a few seconds before going back to thrusting and repeating.
* Also really really really loves you riding him. Kenny would have one had holding your ass and another going between your tits. He enjoys thinking you have control but he would easily flip you over in two seconds.
* I feel like Kenny has a bit of a dumbification kink?? Idk why. But since Kenny has all this money, and is buying you nice clothes, he enjoys the thought of you dressing like a complete slut for him and pretending to be stupid when he asks you a simple question. Kenny takes pride in his smart girl but sometimes he’s needs to fuck his smart girl dumb.
* I feel aswell that Kenny might have a breeding kink but doesn’t want kids (just yet??). Idk I’m a bit iffy on this. But he would finger his cum back into you to be safe ✌️🤍
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“Oh fuck! Kenny.” You whined as his hips thrusted up to meet yours as you rode him. You throw your head back, bouncing up and down to meet him. Between the pain of the overstimulation and pleasure, you knew Kenny wasn’t letting up just yet.
“Kenny! I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, and Kenny began thrusting into your cunt harder. Your cunt clenched around Kenny’s cock, despite the burning in your legs and tummy from bouncing on Kenny’s cock, you swear you were to explode.
Kenny grunted before spilling into you, and continued to fuck you through your high as your moans and whines of your orgasm got louder before you plopped down ontop of Kenny, panting, him still inside you. The two of you laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from eachothers bodies. It wasn’t long until you felt Kenny getting hard once again along with the burning kisses he left on your neck, you knew you were in for a long night.
#post covid!south park#post covid!Kenny McCormick x reader#post covid!Kenny McCormick#post covid!Kenny McCormick smut#South Park x reader#south park imagines#kenny mccormick#kenny McCormick x reader
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