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brook1yn-baby · 10 months

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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.

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princessconsuela120 · 10 months

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❀STAN’S GIRLS❀

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Summary: pregnancy comes with many ups and downs, but Stan is happy to help with anything.

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, boobs, pregnancy

Author’s Note: I actually loved this one so much, the concept seemed cute and it was so fun to write. I decided to make it a series of domestic fluff with Stan, so send in requests!

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YOU GROAN loudly, holding onto your chest as your bra fell to the ground. Stan was watching tv on your bed, not noticing the slight winces you let out as you got ready for bed. Now being in your 7th month of your pregnancy, it was apparent you had gone through many changes. One in particular being the size of your breasts. And while this wouldn’t normally be too much of a problem, you were so close to the end that your body began adapting. There was no baby yet to relieve the fullness, which left for father sore painful boobs.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft wince as you pulled one of Stan’s shirts over your head, your shirts no longer fitting over your swelled stomach. This time, Stan noticed. He paused the tv, and looked over at you with concern.

“What’s the mater love?” He asked softly, concern filling his face. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Stan had been extremely protective. A hand always at your side helping you up, or bringing you things you needed. He always wanted to be there to help, and was extremely extra protective if you were being honest. You turned to him with a huff of annoyance, holding your boobs in each hand.

“I know you love ‘em, but they hurt an awful lot.” You said, and he shook his head in response.

“No, not my girls.” He said with denial, holding his chest with fake hurt causing you to roll your eyes. You went to sit on the foot of the bed, rubbing your bump to soothe yourself of some pain.

“Good lord.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes as Stan sat up closer to you.

“My girls can do no wrong, isn’t that right.”

He went to reach out, grabbing one of your boobs and holding it before you winced in pain, pulling away. He looked at you with a sad expression.

“Ow.” You wince, feelings tears brim in your eyes, damned hormones. He pouts at you, holding his arms open for you to come snuggle into his chest.

“Aww, come here sweetheart.”

He pulls you into his chest, kissing your head as you whimper lightly in pain. He let out a loud sigh, your head laying on his chest, listen to the calming rhythm of his heart beat. He went to move his hands onto your chest, causing you to look up at him.

“This might hurt a bit but you have to trust me okay? You trust me?” He asked, causing you to nod.

“Okay.”

He began moving his hands gently, rubbing his thumbs over your breasts in a soothing motion. He kept going when he heard the content hums you let out. He continued to message your chest, relieving a great deal of the stress they held.

“How does it feel?” He asked, leaving a soft kiss on your head and you mumbled your response.

“So fucking good.”

He chuckled lightly, kissing the top of your head again, smiling at you as he noticed you closing your eyes.

“Good.” He said happily, moving one hand to trace careful pattern on your bump. He was completely and entirely enamored by you. How you could carry his baby and look so beautiful, how you could go through so much just for your kid. He couldn’t even begin to express in words how much love he held for you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered against your hair, thinking you were now fully asleep before you turned to look at him, humming in response.

“Hmm? What are you sorry for?” You asked softly, causing Stan to sigh, wrapping a hand on your bump.

“This, for your pain. There’s been a lot of it recently, I just, I wish I could take it for you you don’t deserve it.” He explained, and you just smiled back at his adorableness. Yes, it was difficult, and yes, there was pain, but it was worth it. You would go to hell and back for your boy, and somewhere deep inside, Stan knew that.

“It’s okay Stan. It’ll all be worth it.”

“I love you so much, my strong girl.” He said softly, and you smiled, snuggling back into his side.

“I love you too Stan.”

He continued his message, alternating between your breasts and leaving soft patterns on you stomach. Eventually you had fallen asleep again his chest, which made him happy, seeing as you haven’t had many peaceful sleeps as of late. He couldn’t help but admire you. He took a deep breath, seeming to gain your peacefulness before carefully moving to be face to face with your stomach.

“Hey little buddy, how’s it hanging.” He said softly, kissing the fabric of your shirt, chuckling slightly as the baby pressed a kick to his hand.

“Unfortunately I’m gonna have to ask you to hold you excitement for a bit. I know you can’t wait to get out, but you’ve gotta be patient sweet pea. Your mommy’s already got a lot on her shoulders carrying you, I don’t wanna make it worse for her. Be good for your mom okay? Daddy’ll see you soon enough sweet pea.” He said, placing another kiss before moving back to cradle you in his arms. Stan knew, in this moment, that he truly was home.

#stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #south park x reader #post covid stan #post covid stan marsh

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biafra4mayor · 6 months

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Scribbling the post Covid fools

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mayoslaise · 8 months

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HIII I was wondering if you could do some Craig x reader dating hcs?💕(some smut too but only if you feel comfortable <3)

Sorry it took me literally forever to write this 😭😭😭

Cw/Tw: None

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Relationship:: Established relationship

Note:: I didn’t feel in the mood to write the smut part but I might some other day sorry. Also if you want to request anything please read the pinned post on my blog!

Reader pronouns:: She/her

Type:: Just fluffy headcannons!

Craig Tucker—★

When I look at Craig he seems like the type of person to bite reader for no reason (thats probably why his teeth are fucked up). He would be cuddling with you and then you suddenly him bite your shoulder.

He loves it when you flip him off after he flips you off. Like you ate one of his fries or something then you get the middle finger but you do it back, got him thinking “yep she’s the one.”

He gets jealous sometimes but he’d just ignore you and go pout in a corner till you ask what’s wrong, but even then he wouldn’t tell you so you’d have to push

If you buy/make little outfits for stripe he will literally marry you right then and there

Let’s be fr Craig is a bully so he’d be covered in bruises and cuts so you have to be his personal doctor <3

If you wear makeup he would want to watch you put it on but call you dumb for wearing it. He’s constantly asking what stuff is

“What is that tube of clear stuff? It looks dumb.”

“The lip gloss???”

You share your stuff with him but he doesn’t let you lay a finger on his

He would be shy to kiss you because of his braces but after you two date for a while he would give you little pecks all over your face for no real reason 🥹

Craig really reminds me of a cat so he would knock over stuff that’s just sitting there

*Knocks over water bottle*

“Why did you do that?”

“Why not?”

He likes to hold your hand when you guys are walking somewhere in public. He gotta make sure people know you’re taken 😈💪💪

He’ll come up behind you and give you a hug then lay his head on your shoulder and whisper something like “I missed you.”

He’s not really a nickname kinda guy. He wouldn’t care if you gave him one but the best he could do is “honey”

He’s surprisingly good at comforting you. You could be crying about anything and he’d instantly make you feel better

He’s actually pretty romantic! He’d pull up to your house with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day

“These are for you honey.”

“I’m allergic to it roses.”

“…”

Before you guys get together he would talk about you to his friends ALL THE TIME

“If (name) was my girlfriend I’d be sooo happy..”

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