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treyisms · 11 months

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i beg for ur thoughts on matt and or trey with an innocent reader

this totally isn’t gg btw

oh, lets get into this anon (my gi 😉)

cw: nsfw content (eighteen plus!), fluff, innocent/virgin f!reader, if this isn’t your thing that is a-okay lovebug but pls don’t be rude to anon or myself ! ☮️🫶🏻💌

trey:

- we already know this man has a corruption kink, there is significant evidence, so i think he’d absolutely love a kind hearted & innocent (probably virgin) gf

- you’re sitting on his lap while he giggles after he makes a joke (probs “the aristocrats” one) and you don’t get it :(

- holding his hands up in front of him to regain his breath after he giggled so much you were nearly bouncing off his lap, “baby…. think about it” “think about what trey?! you’re just saying a bunch of dirty words!!!”

- he knows how easily you get blushy and he’ll lean down and whisper in your ear while giving your cheek a little pinch “what’s got you so red honey, huh?”

- tells all his buddies “she’s a nice girl, i mean like a nice girl”

- when he finds out you’re not sexually active, or haven’t even teetered onto being sexually involved…. omfg .

- “what do you mean you’ve never been touched before?” “i’ve just never got around to it..” “what, being fucked?” “TREY!….. i’ve never been … felt like that before” “oh, so you’re missing out & depriving some other stupid fuck of a girl like you” “maybe i like the “stupid fucks” of the world” “well obviously or you wouldn’t be dating me babe”

- one day, while just sitting on the couch with your head in his lap, staring up at him & tracing his face, just to throw him for a loop, you ask to suck him off & his eyes almost bug out of his skull because of how earnest you look

- “w-what?” “can i suck your co—” and he is immediately sitting cradling ur head and lifting his hips to untie his sweats <3333

- he loves to doodle you (even before you’re dating) with little hearts all around your head in a sweet little sunddress you wore on the first day you met

- the first day you met he told matt “oh fuck, i gotta have her dude” and he’s said that many times since in different contexts

- mf LOVES a height difference & loves to look down at you with his perpetual heart eyes like “hi y/n, you look really nice today, is that a new top?” while playing with the string of your tank top

- but once again, it’s trey so he is naturally staring at your chest & the lil dainty necklace dangling between it as your breathing picks up due to your closeness to him

- tells EVERYONE you’re the sweetest person he knows and is so genuine about it, probably says that lil “y/n makes me better, ya know?” sll the time & even matt can’t help but smile for his friend

matt:

- matthew richard stone where on earth do i begin?

- you definitely start out as friends first, because believe it or not matt has a huge soft spot for gentler souls with pure energy (shocker)

- quickly moves to him becoming infatuated with the way you jump at little, friendly touches from him on your arm or back

- like one time he touches your waist to move past you in a quick “excuse me” motion and he sees the way you get goosebumps and he is ABSOLUTELY hooked

- will absolutely be man spreading in a meeting & can sense you’re staring without even LOOKING at you

- turns to face you across the table (while trey is still speaking btw) and asks “i look good today?” with this nasty lil smirk while he waits for you to sputter out a response

- when he speaks the entire room quiets down because matt, believe it or not, has a really domineering personality & everyone stops to listen to his real deep voice

- “you like the beard?” literally eyeing you down & scratching at his chin cause he loves to see you blush

- he thinks you have the absolute most beautiful eyes & i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again he 100% calls you “angel eyes” & all variations of it

- you’ve just made out in his office & you move back to stand after a knock at the door & this mf is heaving with lil lipstick marks across his cheeks, mouth, neck & collarbone looking at you like prey & HES SO BIG LIKE SO TALL, goin “pretty eyes, you leavin me?”

- definitely the “places your hand on his hard-on & goes ‘see what you do to me?” type of guy

- matt LOVES to be around someone who is just genuinely enjoying life & trying to keep the peace rather than be money hungry or obsessed with ultimatums, so he finds your energy super refreshing

- “i like being with you” “really matt?” “yeah, you’re sweet, and i don’t feel like i need to be a dick around you to push you away” “well… i’m glad you’re not being…… mean, to me either” “i couldn’t be if i tried, i can’t be mean to pretty girls it’s against my moral code or some shit”

- you’re literally such a comfort to him, because you don’t see the bad parts of him as horrendous & you accept him & his temper for who he is <3

- that being, on the other side of things, he absolutely loves watching trey tell you a gross joke & seeing you not entirely understand it, tilting your head and squinting your eyebrows and staring off a bit trying to piece it together

- if it’s reallyyyy dirty matt wants to be the ONLY person telling you what it means because he cannot handle the idea of anyone being remotely romantic or sexual around you but him

- “and so the hooker says—” “trey don’t be fucking disgusting” “WHAT? matt you loved that joke last week!” “well now i don’t and it’s gross so shut the fuck up”

- turning back to you with a wink <33333

#i tried :’)#enjoy sugarplum!#trey parker x reader #trey parker #matt stone x reader #matt stone #s writes <3 #asks for my heart 💌

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matt-n-trey · 4 months

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TREY ATE US UP OMFGGG

#trey parker #matt and trey #matt stone #matt stone and trey parker #trey and matt #trey parker and matt stone #baseketball #south park #mattrey #trey parker x reader #joe cooper x reader #joe cooper #doug remer #doug remer x reader #doug remer smut #joe Cooper smut #trey parker smut #matt stone smut #matt stone x reader

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weedburglar · 5 months

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UM SO I JUST WATCHED CANNIBAL THE MUSICAL AND WHY DID NONE OF YALL TELL ME ABOUT THIS

I’m NEVER forgiving y’all…..

#OH IM HARD #this going in the private folder #matt stone #baseketball #doug remer #trey and matt #south park #joe cooper #trey parker #matt stone x reader #doug remer x reader #joe cooper x reader #trey parker x reader #cannibal the musical

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telekineticseance · 7 months

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KINKTOBER '23

Below I've listed the Kinktober list I will be using for the month + the links that will go with each one as they're posted. Not every one shot will be Mattrey related but most of them will. Now while I didn't come up with this list in it's entirety, I was able to choose my daily options from the @kinktober2023 account! Let me know which one you're most excited to read and happy Kinktober!

OCTOBER 1ST - LEATHER & LATEX - PURPLE PASSION W/ TREY PARKER

OCTOBER 2ND - ROLEPLAY - NOISE COMPLAINT W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 3RD - HATE SEX - DEMOLITION LOVERS W/ TREY PARKER

OCTOBER 4TH - PROSTITUTION - CALL ME W/ TREY PARKER

OCTOBER 5TH - SWEAT - NEIGHBORS W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 6TH - CHASTITY - INEFFABLE W/ JOE YOUNG

OCTOBER 7TH - VIRGINITY - FIRST TIME W/ MATT STONE

OCTOBER 8TH - BREEDING - TEN MORE MINUTES W/ MATT STONE

OCTOBER 9TH - LACTATION - BETWEEN US W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 10TH - NTR - SECRECY W/ TREY PARKER

OCTOBER 11TH - HUMILIATION - INCAPABLE W/ MATT STONE

OCTOBER 12TH - SOMNOPHILIA - LATE NIGHT W/ TREY PARKER

OCTOBER 13TH - SIZE DIFFERENCE - DID YOU MISS ME W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 14TH - ORGASM DENIAL - NOT YET W/ MATT STONE

OCTOBER 15TH - SHOTGUNNING - SMOKE SIGNALS W/ MATT STONE

OCTOBER 16TH - PUBLIC SEX - DRIVE IN W/ TREY PARKER

OCTOBER 17TH - THREESOME - TRIO W/ DOUG REMER & JOE COOPER

OCTOBER 18TH - OLFACTOPHILIA - THE ROCKSTAR’S GF W/ MATT STONE

OCTOBER 19TH - EXHIBITIONISM & VOYEURISM - ACROSS THE WAY W/ TREY PARKER

OCTOBER 20TH - SHOWERING - LOCKER ROOM SHOWERS W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 21ST - PANTIES & LINGERIE - CAMERA SHY W/ DAVE THE LIGHTING GUY

OCTOBER 22ND - INTERCRURAL - THIRD BASE W/ JOE COOPER

OCTOBER 23RD - DEEPTHROATING & FACE SITTING - QUEEN’S THRONE W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 24TH - CROSSDRESSING - REUNION W/ MATT STONE

OCTOBER 25TH - EDGING - NOVEMBER W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 26TH - MASTURBATION - ALONE W/ DOUG REMER

OCTOBER 27TH - S&M

OCTOBER 28TH - COCKBULGE

OCTOBER 29TH - BREATHPLAY

OCTOBER 30TH - OVERSTIMULATION

OCTOBER 31ST - IT'S A SURPRISE!!!

#matt stone #trey parker #matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #doug remer #doug remer x reader #joe cooper #joe cooper x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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dilfs-and-lana · 9 months

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me when i finally find a trey fic that doesn’t age him down

#trey parker #i wanna see DILFS #I WANNA SEE OLD MEN #telekineticseance is so good #their family friend serise was SO GOOD #actually my fav #trey #matt and trey #matt stone #trey x reader #trey parker and matt stone #trey parker x reader #matt stone and trey parker #fanfic #mattrey #joe cooper

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partypoisonzz · 10 months

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passenger princess (90s!trey parker x fem!reader)

Thanks to my beloved mutual @sqiblet for the title and inspiring the concept with a message they sent me a week or so ago.

Content:

- Road head (woohoo)

- Mean!Trey

- Degradation AND praise kinks

- Hair pulling

- Everyone's a switch and nothing hurts (except for when it's meant to)

Word Count: 2,826

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

Hope you enjoy.

- Pen

You shift in the passenger seat, eyes opening slowly. Squinting at the clock on the dash through the dark, you find that it is currently 10:47 PM.

Jesus, you think as you blink and stretch. I've been asleep for over four hours.

You straighten in your seat, turning to look at your boyfriend as he stops at a red light. Even in the dim light from the road, you can see that Trey looks tired, and no wonder.

The two of you threw a handful of your belongings into the trunk of his car before the sun rose this morning and started driving out to California. You're headed to some cheap little apartment that you've never even seen in person because Trey and Matt rushed to sign the lease as soon as they finished the walkthrough. You don't know exactly what to expect. You just know that your life as you've known it all these years is done, and you're starting over.

You should be scared shitless, but you aren't. You owe all of that to the guy in the driver's seat.

A drowsy smile comes over your face. It might not be smart, but you would follow him anywhere. Once school was over and the first movie was out, the possibility of success seemed all the more real. It just wouldn't be too easy to find in Colorado. When he suggested pooling some money together and heading towards LA sooner rather than later, he was only met with agreement from Matt and Dian. And you, of course.

Now the four of you have a one-bedroom apartment waiting for you on the outskirts of the city. It's real, and it all could be the world's dumbest flight of fancy, but you can't bring yourself to worry about it right now.

Not when your boyfriend looks so fucking beautiful in the glow of the traffic light.

"Hey," you rasp out, throat still scratchy from your nap.

He glances over at you, shooting you a tired smile. "Good morning," he says, despite the fact that you still have a little over an hour to go before midnight. "How'd you sleep?"

"As good as I can in a car." Taking note of the dark circles forming under his eyes, you ask: "Do you want to switch off again?"

He shakes his head, loose strands of his newly-bleached hair falling over his face. "Nah," he says. "We've only got a few more miles 'til the rest stop. Then we can stop for the night."

You frown. "You sure? You look like you're about to fall asleep…"

"I'll be fine," he assures you. His free hand lands on your thigh as the light changes, squeezing as the car creeps back into motion. "As long as I have you to keep me awake, I'll be good."

You grin, reveling in the feeling of his fingers against your skin. You find yourself wishing he would dig them in just a little bit harder, leave behind some of those pretty bruises you love so much. Reminders of who you belong to. "Keep you awake, huh?" you ask. "How?"

"Talk to me," he responds easily. Try as he might to play coy, you are keenly aware of his hand climbing higher and higher up your leg, stopping at the seam of your shorts before traveling back down. "Have any interesting dreams?"

You laugh. "Do you want me to be honest or make one up?"

"Hmm… Honesty first."

"We made it to the apartment," you tell him. "We were unpacking. It was a dumpy little place, but I was just so happy that it was ours."

"Mmm-hmm." He gives your thigh a slight squeeze. "And what about the more interesting one?"

You bite back a laugh as your own hand travels across the center console, stopping to hover over his zipper. "I found a more fun way to keep you awake."

You can tell that he's struggling not to look down at where your hand is going, wondering if you're getting at what he suspects. "And what was that?"

With that, your hand meets denim. "I blew you while you were driving."

Before he can try to suppress it, a groan breaks up from the back of his throat. "Shit," he curses.

A spark of satisfaction runs through you, noting that he's already getting hard before you even start moving your hand. It really doesn't take much. "You didn't seem tired anymore, that's for sure." You manage to keep your voice level as you palm him through his jeans, hiding the fact that you're getting wet at the mere thought of it. "Only problem was you only had one hand on the wheel. The other one was on the back of my head, pushing me further down onto your cock." You laugh. "We made a real mess, too. I tried to swallow it all, but…"

Your words drift off as he finally digs his fingers into your skin, biting out an order. "Shut up."

Though the dominance in his tone makes your heart flutter, you continue your teasing. "Wanna do it for me?"

"Fuck." The hand that was resting on your leg falls away, reaching to undo your seatbelt. "Come here."

You hesitate. It's always fun to get him hot and bothered, then piss him off. All the better outcome for you. "You really think you'll be able to concentrate on the road while I'm sucking you off?"

"Yeah, I will," he snaps. "Just get over here and…"

"Okay, okay." You lean over the center console, contorting yourself in a less-than-comfortable position. Though it's really only a mild inconvenience, you opt to put on for just a bit longer. See how wild you can drive him before getting down to it. "You know… This is sort of an awkward position…"

"Don't care," he cuts you off. "Just… Fucking…"

"Shouldn't you be a bit more patient?" you chastise him, even though you're already tugging down his zipper.

He huffs. "Shouldn't you be a little less of a fucking tease?" He freezes, shivering slightly under your touch as you quickly manage to snap the button on his jeans and tug them down.

Though you know he isn't looking at you, you smile up at him, anyway. "You know that you love it, baby," you coo, planting your hands against his trembling thighs. "Look at you. You try to be all mean, but you're fucking shaking for me."

His jaw clenches. You know he's about to say something that would probably hurt your feelings if you weren't so damn turned on. Before he can, you grab ahold of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, inspiring a desperate gasp as he involuntarily bucks his hips up into your hand.

You laugh. Suddenly, you're the mean one. "See? You can try to take control all you want, but at the end of the day you're just my good boy."

Your eyes flicker back up to take in his expression, only for heat to pool in your belly.

Yeah. You've really done it now.

Though he's obviously flustered, it's all the more apparent that he's pissed off. You love this struggle that the two of you regularly engage in, the constant question of who will be the first to give in and let the other have their way with them.

Tonight, you had no intention of winning this struggle. You just wanted to see how much it would take to push him over the edge.

When he stops at the next light, you know for sure that you've reached that point. His hand momentarily leaves the steering wheel, pulling his pants down the rest of the way while the fingers of his other hand curl beneath your jaw, holding your head in place. "You and your smart fucking mouth," he spits. "I'm gonna give you something else to do with it."

Just like that, any semblance of dominance leaves you. You find yourself whimpering, relishing the force of his touch. "Please."

He laughs. "Please?" he echoes. "Baby, you don't have to beg." He releases your jaw, his left hand returning to the steering wheel as his right settles on the back of your neck. You swear you could melt into the seats as he presses down. "Just fucking take it."

With those words, you do exactly as you were told.

He groans as you wrap your lips around him, tongue running over the side of his cock. You cast your eyes up again just in time to see him catch himself after leaning back against the headrest as his left hand curls back around the steering wheel. "There we go," he chokes out as he straightens his posture.

You feel a rush of heat between your thighs as his hand moves from your neck to your hair. Now that he has you where he wants you, his forcefulness has melted away into tenderness. "That's my good girl," he praises you as you lick back up the side and over his head. You moan around him at the affectionate name, inspiring a breathy chuckle.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks. "Yeah, you do. My desperate little good girl, sucking my cock to keep me awake while I drive."

The car begins to move again as you continue to work him. By this point, you have each other memorized, knowing exactly what sends one another over the edge. You know exactly where to press your tongue, when to hollow your cheeks around him, how fast to go. It's familiar, but it isn't boring by any stretch of the imagination. You're just waiting for the reward of making him come, — a privilege that never gets old.

You could never get tired of his voice, either. You swear that every word and sound that leaves his mouth makes you wetter, spurring you on.

Despite the fact that his eyes are focused on the road, Trey sounds just as thoroughly debauched as if you were kneeling in front of the couch. Each desperate groan inspires you to slow down, drawing out every repeated movement as the salty taste of precome meets your tongue.

"Fuck," he curses as you swirl your tongue around his head at a frustratingly slow pace. "Thought you were done being a little tease…" His complaint is cut off by a gasp as you abruptly take him all the way down.

His fingers tangle in your hair as a desperate, high-pitched sound escapes his mouth. Finally, he reaches the back of your throat, eliciting a gag.

"Holy shit, baby." You feel his thighs shaking beneath your hands again as he forces out the breathy curse. He lets out another sharp gasp as you momentarily lift your head, only to lower yourself back down, constricting around him again with a quiet choked sound.

With that, his desperate moan turns into a growl. "That's what you want, huh?" he asks. "You want me to fuck your throat?"

You bob your head again, resulting in another gag, followed by an affirmative hum.

He laughs, fingers running absentmindedly over your scalp. "Pretty little slut," he mutters before bucking his hips up against your mouth.

Tears prick at your eyes as you gag again. The growing warmth between your legs causes you to shift a bit, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to satisfy your growing desire to be touched.

Each buck is harsh, though the violence of your gag reflex's response lessens over time. Even still, Trey's hand in your hair and the sounds that he makes are enough to leave you whimpering, shifting against the seat desperately.

"Such a good fucking slut for me… Oh, fuck…" He rolls his hips up again, causing your throat to tighten at the same time that your walls clench around nothing. You can feel him, pulsing and twitching in your mouth, letting you know that he's getting close.

The way his hand tightens in your hair confirms this suspicion. You moan as he collects a handful of hair and harshly tugs before pushing you back down on him. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks through a series of strained groans. "Wanted me to use you? Wanted me to treat you like my own little fuckdoll?"

You try to hum an agreement, only for an unintelligible sound to break up from your throat.

He laughs. The combination of affection and condescension makes you even wetter. "Don't talk with your mouth full, baby." He pushes your head down again, resulting in another choked sound.

You focus on breathing through your nose as each push of his hips gets faster and his groans grow louder and more desperate.

"I'm gonna come," he announces. "Gonna fill up your pretty little mouth…"

He gives your hair an especially harsh pull as he releases with a loud, shaking groan. You let out a quiet, desperate sound as warm come fills your mouth, swallowing around him as he rides out his orgasm.

Finally, he relaxes back against the seat with an unsteady sigh. "Fuck…" His fingers relax in your hair, going back to stroking gently as your breathing begins to even out. "You okay, baby?"

You nod as you pull away, running your hand across your mouth as you swallow once more. "Yeah," you choke out, voice slightly rough.

He hums in reply as he flicks on his turn signal, turning into a convenience store parking lot.

He pulls the car into a dimly-lit parking space before reaching for the glove compartment. He comes up with a stack of fast food napkins. He uses one to clean himself up before fixing his pants. Discarding the first napkin, he turns towards you. "C'mere, hon."

You scoot closer to him, allowing him to begin wiping at your face.

You lean slightly into his hand as he cleans up the mascara-tinged tear streaks and mixture of come and drool. "You weren't kidding," he comments as he grabs another napkin. "We really do make a mess together."

Finally, he deems his work satisfactory, crumpling the last napkin before gently cupping your face in both hands. He presses a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling back, running his thumb against your cheek. "So good for me," he says. "I love you."

You smile, resting your forehead against his. "Love you, too."

You stay there like that for a moment before he gently pats your cheek. "Let's go get something to eat, hmm?" he says. "My treat."

You sit your selection of various snacks aside, grabbing a large cup from the stack next to the soda fountain. As you fill the cup up with ice, you feel a familiar pair of arms snake around your waist.

You smile as Trey rests his chin on your shoulder, holding you as though you were standing in your own kitchen and not some random convenience store in the middle of the night. "Find anything you like?" he asks.

You lean back into him, pulling your cup away from the ice dispenser. "Mmm-hmm."

"Good." He kisses your forehead as he pulls away. "I'll be able to actually spoil you one day. I promise."

Warmth blooms in your chest at that thought. You don't care if the spoiling part ever comes to fruition. Just the promise of one day is enough for you, assuring you that, whatever the future holds, you'll be doing it together.

He doesn't let you drive the rest of the way to the rest stop. "Just a few minutes," he tells you. "Then we can both get some sleep."

Soon enough, you're parked in the parking lot, hulking trucks on all sides. The two of you climb into the backseat, where Trey takes off his jacket and folds in his lap. "Here."

You lay your head in his lap with a contented sigh, allowing him to go back to playing with your hair. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch.

"Do you want me to, ah… Do anything for you?" he asks quietly.

You laugh, shaking your head. "We'll be at the apartment tomorrow. Matt and Dian won't be up here for a few days. We'll have plenty of time." You laugh. "Too many creepy old truckers here."

"I'd make those truckers look the other fucking way…"

You swat at him lazily. "Shut up. I know you can't fight."

"For you, I could."

You look up at his dark-circled eyes and make an incredulous sound. "I don't think you could even stay awake for long enough."

"For you, I could," he repeats. He reaches for your hand and pulls it up to his lips. Your eyes flutter as he plants a gentle kiss against your fingers. "Love you, baby."

"Love you, too." You close your eyes, feeling yourself beginning to drift off. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Even with your eyes closed, you can hear the smile in his voice. "Yeah," he says. "Tomorrow."

Another promise to soothe you to sleep.

#my writing #trey parker x reader #trey parker x you #trey parker x female reader

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mabelstone · 10 months

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Teachers Pet

matt stone x reader

summary: part four of Professor Stone.

words: 2144

note: i’m not sure if this is what you wanted, but i felt like writing some angst for this one. minor warnings of explicit content. minor humiliation kink and consensual choking.

my absolute fav, mean!dom matt.

here's my masterlist for the previous chapters.

enjoy <3

The way he looked at you that lesson made you feel sick. You walked in and sat at your usual spot, your professor entering just on time as always. Instead of chirping his usual, “morning,” to the class, he dropped his things onto his desk and sighed. He glanced in your direction briefly and you smiled at him. He quickly looked away, expression not changing at all. Okay, maybe he had a bad morning? You knew he had a good night, so what changed in the last 12 hours?

“I’ll wait,” he sighed grumpily, waiting for the class’ murmurs to die down. He looked down and fiddled with his pen as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The class eventually got the hint, the room quickly growing silent. “Great. Today we’re revising chapter 30. Your exam is in two weeks, so I want there to be no talking, and everyone is to pay attention.”

His tone was flat and his face was expressionless. He grabbed out a whiteboard marker and began writing equations on the board. Your classmates looked at each other in confusion, raising their eyebrows, mouthing, “I don’t know?” at one another. The class listened, nobody even whispering to their friends.

You were so confused as to why he was acting this way, but you decided that you didn’t want to make it worse. Yet, on the other hand… You could have some fun with this.

“Alright. Let’s see who studied.” He mischievously smirked, turning to face the silent class. “Who can explain this equation to me?”

Some students raised their hands unconfidently, the professor pointing to a random student. They explained the equation in a voice slightly too soft for his liking.

“Speak up,” he huffed, leaning on the edge of his desk. You knew it was fucked up, but there was something so sexy about him being so pissed. The student cleared their throat before perfectly explaining the equation, you of course barely understood as your tutoring sessions didn’t consist of much tutoring.

“Good. That’s one of you that actually listens,” he chuckled to himself dryly, continuing to scribble more scenarios onto the board. Everyone nervously copied down what he was writing, but you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off him.

You sat forward on your elbows, admiring the way he used his hands a little too much when he explained things, the way he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair or trailed his fingers over his stubble.

He rolled his eyes when he saw you were the only one not doing your work, quietly walking over to your desk. “This is why you don’t perform well,” he seethed, eyes dark and angry. He spoke only loud enough so you could hear.

“I’m sorry sir, I-“

“Save it,” he cut you off, angrily opening your book for you and roughly placing your pen in your hand. “You need to try, Y/N, or I won’t help you anymore.” He threatened as he began to walk away.

“Oh please, we both know you don’t wanna give that up.” You retorted back like a smart ass, making him stop in his tracks. You really shouldn’t have said that. He turned back to glare at you, the anger inside him only growing fiercer when he saw the cocky smirk on your lips.

He shook his head and walked back up to the front to write a new equation on the board. “Okay!” He clapped his hands together loudly, startling the entire class. “Hmmm..” He pretended to scan the class to ‘randomly’ pick a student, finger pressed to his lip. “Y/N, can you come up and complete this please?”

Your heart dropped when he fired the same cocky smirk your way, waiting expectantly for you to get out of your seat. You did, your legs nearly giving out on the short walk to the whiteboard. He handed you the marker with a deadpan stare, motioning to the board.

Your face was hot, you couldn’t believe he would do this to you. You picked the wrong day to give him attitude. You took a deep breath and uncapped the marker, shaky hands travelling to the board. You filled in the equation to the best of your ability, your professors' stare boring holes into peripheries. “I-I’m stuck,” you spoke to him hushed, giving him a pleading look.

“What was that?” He asked loudly, eyes gleaming meaner than before.

You closed your eyes and sighed before repeating yourself slightly louder, “I’m not sure what comes next.”

“Maybe you should ask a classmate,” he feigned sympathy, his lips quirking up into a condescending grin.

You turned to the class, fighting hard to not tear up from embarrassment. You opened your mouth but no words came out. The whole class felt bad for you, shocked at your professors' unprofessionalism.

He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that lesson and turned to the other students. “Can anyone please help her?”

“I will,” one of the nice boys you’d interacted with a few times spoke up, walking up to you with apologetic eyes. He took the marker and explained to you and the class what came next and how he got the answer.

He was quite cute, bleached blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. You knew he was doing a film degree and also taking this class for the extra credits. You couldn’t remember his name for the life of you, though. He turned to you and smiled once finishing, placing the pen back in your hands.

“Thank you,” you blushed, smiling wide at his kind gesture. “That was so sweet.”

You both walked back to your seats, exchanging another smile before sitting back down. Matt’s plan to humiliate you had worked, and then backfired on him completely.

As the class ended, you grabbed your things and began heading out; a big change from staying back after every lesson. You looked back at your professor who’s eyes were locked on you, following you to the nice boy from earlier.

“Um, thank you again for that,” you smiled sweetly, gently placing your hand on his arm. “You really saved me there, I owe you one.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all,” he chuckled, leaning in to whisper, “I don’t know why he did that, he’s an asshole.”

You laughed in agreement, unaware of the jealousy boiling in Matt’s stomach.

“If you ever need a hand with studying, I’m happy to help.” He offered with a genuine smile.

“Thank you! Here, give me your number,” you handed your phone to him, Matt’s hands balling into fists at his side. Trey was his name. You texted a smiley face to his number and thanked him again before saying your goodbyes.

Before you were able to reach the door, your professor spoke up. “Y/N.”

You turned around to face him, letting the door shut behind you. “Yes?” You grumbled, arms folding in front of you.

“Come here,” he commanded, pulling a chair up by his desk.

You cursed your legs for obediently dragging you to the front of the hall, stopping yourself in front of his desk.

“Care to explain what the fuck that was?” He growled, his stance mirroring yours but somehow... angrier?

“What do you mean,” you laughed exasperatedly, “you mad your little stunt to embarrass me didn’t work?”

“You really need to watch that mouth of yours,” he warned, stepping toward you. You felt intimidated, but tried not to show any sign of it. “It’s gonna get you in trouble some day.”

“Well maybe I’ll just get help from Trey from now on,” you spat back, legs weakening as he stepped even closer, face only inches from yours now.

“Don’t forget who marks your papers.”

You scoffed in disbelief, taking a step back from him. Amusement painted your face when you realised, “you’re jealous!”

“I’m not jealous,” he rolled his eyes, leaning back against his desk. “But I’m not gonna fuck you while somebody else is.”

As toxic as it may be, this new side of Matt turned you on like crazy. Seeing him all riled up over exchanging numbers with someone… you couldn’t imagine how he’d react if you did something actually worth being jealous over.

“Why do you even care?” You laughed in his face, trying to ignore the arousal forming between your hips. You stepped toward him again, close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips. “You act like you don’t even like me. I think you just want to fulfil your sick fantasies with me.”

He didn’t like that. He grabbed your throat and flipped you around, the back of your hips roughly slamming into the desk behind you. A strangled moan escaped your lips as he towered over you with rage.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that,” he growled, pushing your back onto the desk and separating your legs before stepping between them.

You whimpered under his grip, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to capture him in a heated kiss. “So desperate,” he tsked, pulling away.

He let go of your throat and pulled your shorts down, revealing white lace panties with a pink bow stitched into them. He prodded at the wet patch forming in the front, pulling them to the side and licking a stripe up your clit without warning. You gasped at the feeling, lifting yourself up on your elbows to watch him. He looked breathtaking. his eyelashes fluttering as he focused on making you feel good. You weren’t gonna last long, not with a sight like that. He moved his head down slightly to thrust his skilled tongue inside of you, his nose brushing your clit in just the right way. Once he added his fingers, it was over for you.

You felt your breathing pick up, your whines growing higher in pitch. “Professor,” you moaned, thighs trembling as they barricaded his skull in place. Just as you were about to finish, he removed his fingers and that godly tongue, stepping back.

You whined in frustration, on the verge of tears for the second time. He simply shushed you with a smirk, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

He pulled out his cock and you went limp. You’d been imaging how he’d feel for a while, and now you were getting impatient. He spat on his hand, stroking himself before lining his cock up with your hole, a hand forcefully gripping your hip. You roughly gripped his shoulders, begging, “please, sir, please.”

With a grin, he slowly pushed himself in, letting out a low groan at the feeling of your wet, tight entrance. He slowly thrusted for a moment, picking up his pace once you’d both adjusted.

Your eyes began rolling back, screaming obscenities. He was quick to place a hand over your lips, mouthing shut up with a stern look. You whimpered under his touch, rhythmically moving your hips with his. Hand still over your mouth, he laid his body forward, practically on top of you as he annunciated with every thrust, “don’t… you… dare… disrespect me… again.”

He was so thick, stretching you wonderfully as a tear rolled down your cheek, the ecstasy becoming overwhelming. He thought you looked beautiful like this, eyebrows knitted together, switching between wide eyed when he’d hit your g spot, and eyes screwed tightly shut when the pleasure became too intense.

He uncovered your mouth, demanding, “apologise.”

If he wasn’t balls deep in you right now, you would’ve laughed in his face and told him to shut it. But, you were too worried he’d pull out and end this pleasure train you were on.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered through tears, nails digging deep into his biceps.

“Say it like you mean it, pretty girl,” he commanded, thrusting into you deeper, biting his finger to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

You felt the familiar heat pooling in your stomach, and you were close to losing yourself all over him.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, his hand reaching down to your clit, tracing small circles into it, pushing you over the edge. You came undone around him, your pussy pulsating hard as you continued whimpering through your orgasm, eyes screwed shut as you chanted, “I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry.”

Without thinking, he came inside you, burrying his face into your shoulder, biting down as he did. You were both seeing stars, trying hard to steady your breathing.

He pulled out slowly, watching the mixture of his cum and your slick drip out of you deliciously.

“And that shit you said earlier,” he began, voice deep and husky, “about me not liking you,” he pulled his pants back up and redid his belt. You sat up, cheeks flushed, pulling your underwear back on. “You’ve always been my favourite.”

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #south park #trey parker #trey parker x reader #baseketball #matt stone smut #doug remer #doug remer x reader #matt and trey #professor!au #mean!dom matt stone

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rustyassdoll · 11 months

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me and my brother when our mom asks us to take a photo together

#doug remer #doug remer x reader #joe cooper #matt stone #matt stone x reader #south park #trey parker #trey parker x reader #nah fr tho #joe cooper x reader

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problematicinserts · 11 months

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cant stop thinking about getting all domestic with matt and trey....

trey strikes me as a little touch starved or touch hungry, he loves touching you like he cannot get enough of it, you're so warm and soft and your bodies fit together almost perfectly, if he wasn't such a pessimist hed say you two were made for each other.

matt likes kissing you, it doesnt have to be anything heavy and honestly, if he can just rest his lips against you he's happy, he loves giving forehead kisses, he'll be hugging you resting his lips on your forehead occasionally kissing it while he sways you back and forth.

treys hugs are soft and warm, he wraps himself around you and wont let go. treys hugs often turn into hour-long cuddle sessions, he really just has a hard time letting go of you and in a perfect world he wouldn't have too.

matts hugs are nice and strong, he really likes giving bear hugs and his warmth just kind of surrounds you.. he also seems like the kind of guy to squeeze tighter if you do.

trey is a little spoon through and through, he likes it the most if he can bury his face in your neck or chest, I like to think of that one scene in venom, hes in eddies position of course

he just likes to be surrounded by you... but I could see him as a service big spoon, if you need to be held he's never gonna say no.

matt likes holding you more than being held, in my personal opinion I think he's a back sleeper, he loves it when you sleep on top of him with your head in his neck or chest or just sleeping beside him with your head over his heart,, he swoons when you wrap yourself into his warmth.......

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@joecoopersloserbf i kind of wrote this for you but I don't wanna be weird, sorry your anons have been creepy.

#@/anons this applys to literally everyones blog #the writers behind smut blogs are people too #think about how your ask sounds to other people before you send it #x male reader #matt and trey #matt stone #trey parker #matt stone x male reader #matt stone x female reader #matt stone x reader #trey parker x male reader #trey parker x female reader #trey parker x reader

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adidastain · 4 months

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jenny mccarthy and matt stone discuss important business on the set of baseketball circa 1998

#matt stone #trey parker #baseketball #mattrey #matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #cannibal the musical

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treyisms · 11 months

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coop’s best fits <3

( 1 / ?? )

#part one <3 #i want to kiss him i love the way he dresses #dare i say dream man idkkkkk #s loves trey musings <3 #trey parker #trey parker x reader #joe cooper #baseketball #joe cooper x reader #joe cooper headcanons #baseketball x reader

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starspann · 11 months

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do you write for poly!matt & trey with reader? what about some smoke sesh hc’s?

YES?? OMG TY FOR REQUESTING THIS

smoking w/ matt and trey hc’s

matt stone x reader x trey parker

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smoking, cursing, suggestive themes

dating matt and trey and smoking with them <3

★☆✵☆★

an activity that you 3 frequently participate in

did it a lot together, before and after dating

sometimes you use a pipe, being that it’s yours, you light up and get first hit

when it does come to rolling, you tend to let matt or trey do it for the sole purpose of watching their fingers at work

watching the smoke leave their lips might be one of the hottest things ever

now when it comes to the entertainment,

you literally have to put up a fight to pick the movie

you’ll always end up choosing anyway,

and it’s always something stupid

think of an annoying, slapstick 90’s comedy, like the cable guy or billy madison

(not saying these r bad bc i lowkey adore them)

“oh my god.” trey gasps loudly

“what??” you reply, worry in your voice,

“this movie fucking sucks.”

earns him a good smack on the arm

“you fucking scared me!!”

i can imagine that trey is a little more energetic and talkative while matt lays back, a bit more tired and relaxed

doesn’t mean that matt isn’t talking though

in fact, they CANNOT shut up

actually impossible to have a few minutes of silence

it’s honestly cute watching them interact in such a state

giggling to each other and pointing at the tv screen and their surroundings like children

they piss themselves laughing with their dumb little inside jokes

you just sit there and observe with a smile on your face, joint in hand

“y/nnnn,” matt whines, sinking into the couch

“pass it over already, fuckin’ fiend over here..”

“shhh, shutup, c’mere—” you’d gesture him to come closer

yes, you shotgun the smoke into his mouth

and yes, trey gets super jealous and demands you do it with him too

matt leans into you and let’s you play with his hair, his hands,,

trey would rather have your hands under his shirt, gently raking your nails across his back— he likes the sensation

matt babbles on and on about random shit. he can barely get through one sentence without starting another story halfway.

trey gets cuddly, suddenly he’s never felt the touch of a human being before and needs to be all over you and matt

he definitely ends up sprawled out on top of you guys

his head in your lap, legs on top of matt’s, probably has his foot in his face

“ew! gross, dude.”

cue giddy chuckles from you and trey

“pssstt… y/n..” he whispered, looking up at you

you look down to see his blue, glossy, low-lidded eyes..

oh my god

trey notices the way you stare at him

“hi.” he says with a stupid smile on his face

“hey, baby.” you giggle

from behind you, matt’s hands find their way to your waist,

or were they there before?

smoke sesh quickly turns to a make out sesh

#matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #doug remer x reader #joe cooper x reader #baseketball #baseketball x reader #doug remer #joe cooper #matt stone #trey parker

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weedburglar · 5 months

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Matt videos??? Of him MOANING and WHIMPERING?!? I’m very well aware of those existing but is there like a compilation on YouTube or something??? Just for scientific purposes 👀

Here u go bookie….I hope this helps w ur scientific purposes say THANK U TO KRYSTAL ILU FOR MAKING THIS 🫶

#ask #anon ask #matt stone #baseketball #doug remer #trey and matt #south park #matt stone x reader #joe cooper #trey parker #doug remer x reader #joe cooper x reader #matt and trey #trey parker x reader

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telekineticseance · 10 months

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FAMILY FRIEND (PT. 2)

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: you accidentally see something that maybe you shouldn't have - part two

genre: fluff..more kinda smut

word count: 1832

cw: age gap relationship (25f, 48m), reader is referred to by she/her pronouns, sad divorced trey, m!masturbation (i still hate that word), borderline voyeurism, basically spying as well

author's note: next part will probably be the last part so enjoy besties!

part one can be found here!

Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door, the sound of a piano playing filling your ears. You raised an eyebrow as you quietly shut the door behind you, walking quietly through the living room. You walked through the house to the music room, the one that hadn’t been touched since the passing of your mom a few years ago.

You slowly peeked through the door opening and saw Trey sitting at the piano, his fingers pressed down on the keys as he played an unknown melody. He hummed along before pulling away and writing stuff down on the paper in front of him, returning back to the keys shortly afterwards. You couldn’t help but watch in awe, trying to stay quiet as you watched.

The sound of the door squeaking slightly caused Trey to stop and quickly turn his head around. “I’m sorry.” You apologized, slipping inside the room, “I was trying to not interrupt.”

He grinned at you, shaking his head, “No it’s alright. I was just writing some music.” He told you, rotating himself on the bench to where he could face you better. You wondered why you found him attractive as he wore his clearly worn Broncos shirt with a pair of plaid pajama pants. His hair was a little messy, almost like a kitten after they get bathed by their mom’s.

“What are you writing?” You asked, walking over to the bench. He flipped back around, motioning to the paper and you sat down on the bench next to him, looking over the sheet music. He looked over at you as you scanned over the music, before he put his hands back on the piano, playing as you read along.

He mumbled some words softly as he played along and you listened, continuing to read over the music. The words he sang caused your chest to sink to your stomach, as you fought back the welling of tears. The lyrics talked about his past and present relationships and how he struggles with his own problems as well. It was a new side of Trey you had never seen before or even heard about.

“Trey..this is beautiful,” You tell him, he pauses with his fingers hovering over the keys as he looks at you. “You think so?”

You nod in response, “I’m sorry things didn’t work out with your wife.” He shrugged as he dropped his hands from the piano and fiddled with his fingers in his lap, “It happens. I just really thought that this one was the one…you know?” He asked, glancing over at you before returning his gaze back to his hands in his lap.

A soft sigh escaped your lips before you placed your hand over his, grasping onto them, “I get that…but you’ll get through it right? You’ve done it before and you can do it again. And who knows maybe your next girlfriend will be right around the corner.” You said, lightly stroking on his hand with your thumb.

He looked down at your hands giving a small grin and chuckling as he turned his gaze back to you, “You think so?” You gave him a nod, looking into his eyes, “I know so.” You gave him a small reassuring grin as he returned one back to you.

The two of you continued to sit in the silence for a moment, taking in one another’s company before Trey turned his attention back to the piano and you pulled your hand away from his and watched him continue to write his music.

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Trey had convinced you to invite some friends over while he hung out in the guest room so you wouldn’t be hanging out with him all night. In his words, “You don’t wanna hang out with a depressed old man like me.” So while you hung out with some friends in the garage, Trey was inside doing whatever he decided to be doing.

“So Y/N…how’s things been going with Trey?” One of your friends asked in a sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes in response. It wasn’t the best kept secret from your friend group that you had a crush on Trey even though you found it embarrassing because while their “celebrity” crushes were people like Adam Driver or Taylor Swift, you not only chose one of the creators of South Park, but the one you knew personally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, taking a sip from your drink. They all laughed to themselves before turning back to you, “Oh come on like you haven’t thought about what to do while you two are alone for a week?”

You sat there for a moment, debating on telling the truth or lying. Because you had thought about what to do now that you were home alone with Trey. You thought about ditching your friends right now and just going to Trey’s room and telling him everything in hopes he’d strip you down and live out your fantasies right there. The thought went straight to your core as you tried to prevent yourself from being turned on anymore than you already had been since the morning when you saw Trey walking around shirtless.

You shrugged, “I mean obviously I’ve had thoughts. You know me. But to act on them? That’s entirely different. Plus he’s really upset about his divorce. Last thing he needs is a 25 year old professing their attraction to him.”

Scattered agreement happened across the room as your friends all murmured in agreement, sipping from their own drinks as they did so. You let out a soft sigh as you continued to let your mind run, wondering what Trey could be doing now. Was he still writing? Playing on his phone? Maybe he would be touching himself to the thought of you like how you would do with him? Although that last one seemed like a reach.

You and your friends continued to ramble about whatever came to mind, whether it be the latest movie that came out or the fact that these would be the last couple months together, since most of your friends would be graduating soon and moving back to their respective towns or states and while you thought about staying in Colorado, they were not.

You were always thinking about your career possibilities as well, but being a film major and living in a place like Colorado wasn’t easy. You thought about moving to someplace like New York or Los Angeles, maybe convincing Trey while he was here to give you a letter of recommendation so that you could find a good career in the business somewhere. Or getting on your knees and begging Trey to give you a spot in a writer’s chair at his job until you found something else so you weren’t ENTIRELY mooching off of him. Either way you knew it needed to be figured out quickly, especially with Trey going home in a week.

You started to tune out the sound of your friends conversing as your brain continued to think of Trey, over and over again. “I’m going to the bathroom,” You spoke as you stood up from your spot on the couch and walked through the door to go back into the house.

The house was dark and quiet, the only lights illuminating were a couple lamps in the living room and some others that led from the garage to the closest bathrooms so if needed, nobody would get lost.

You found your feet trudging you up the stairs to the outside of Trey’s door as you stood there, leaned up against the door frame. You noticed the door hadn’t been shut all the way, but it was shut enough to where there wasn’t a crack in between the door and the frame.

As you raised your hand to knock, you found your hand pausing once you heard the sound of heavy pants and groans. The sounds caused you to almost freeze entirely but you slowly leaned in, resting your ear against the door. You listened to the sounds of almost whimpers come from the other side, along with almost pornographic sounding squelches.

You lightly pressed against the door, trying to see if you could see what you thought was happening and your eyes widened at the sight behind the door.

Trey laid on the bed, his clothes lazily thrown on the floor next to him as he had a bottle of what looked to be your lotion next to the bed. When your eyes scanned over him you saw his head thrown back into the pillow, his right arm laying over his eyes as he bit his bottom lip. Your eyes trailed further down, looking at the sweat that ran down his torso, and the way his skin was starting to turn a dark pink shade. You were almost too scared to continue looking but couldn’t find the strength to pull away as your eyes traveled more down, the sound of his gasps still ringing in your ear.

When your eyes arrived on his left hand, you almost let out a gasp but quickly held back. His left hand was pumping along his length, moving up and down in an alternating pace between fast and slow as he continued pumping. His hips buckling against his hand as he did so, his lips parting from his bite so he’d let out a gasp. You watched him wipe beads of precum from the tip with his thumb as he would use it for more lubricant before going back to stroking himself.

“Hm fuck Y/N.” His name poured out of his mouth as your hand flew over your own. “M’gonna cum into that pretty little mouth of yours.” He said as your eyes widened to where if you let them widen anymore, they surely would’ve popped out of their socket. You tried to pry yourself away from watching but knowing he was touching himself to you, the way you exactly hoped he would, was making your center throb and heat up.

You watched as his tip twitched in his hands, and the liquid spilled out, spilling over the top and running down his cock and fingers. He bucked his hips as he rode out the high he reached, the one he imagined you brought him to. He let out a few pants, before he started shifting around.

You quickly removed yourself from the door frame before quickly walking back downstairs towards the garage where your friends sat.

The spot you were originally sitting in was taken so you found yourself sitting in a new spot, “That was a long piss.” One of your friends stated, breaking you from your thought process. You quickly shifted your attention back to them before clearing your throat, “Oh uh yeah sorry my dad called.” You lied before going back to your brain. Your brain in which the image of Trey just replayed over and over and over again.

#this definitely went down a different route than i started #but it's fine #its a-okay #trey parker x reader #trey parker #trey parker smut

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