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[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece Hongo x Reader: Save The Last Dance For Me

This was requested by @akagami-no-laney with their song of choice. And honestly it fit Hongo so well?? I hope you enjoy! I had fun writing this!

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You can dance

Every dance with the guy

Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight

The mission was supposed to be simple. You and Hongo were to disguise yourselves and infiltrate a Marine Gala. Find out what they were up to and rescue your crew mates.

Hongo gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. This was supposed to be simple, he reminded himself. However, Shanks said you needed to seduce an admiral who had info on what you needed.

And you were dancing with this disgusting man. The mans hands were dangerously low on your hips. He noticed a bit of tension in your shoulders.

You were definitely cursing Shanks internally. The man was definitely getting a right hook into the face when you guys got back.

You can smile

Every smile for the man

Who held your hand 'neath the pale moon light

This admiral had kept you at his side the entire night, despite him having a date of his own and you coming with Hongo. You looked severely uncomfortable, and he could see it.

Then he saw you work your magic. You were the best pickpocket in the grandline. You snatched the keys off him with ease. You had wordlessly communicated what info you needed. As Yasopp and Limejuice got captured while drunk, and you now knew where they were being held. Idiots.

He adjusted the collar of the tuxedo he wore. It was an unusual outfit for him. But your dress... God, the shimmer of the purple garment made you look radiant and goddess like. Though he wanted to enjoy you with that dress on the floor...

Baby don't you know I love you so

Can't you feel it when we touch

I will never never let you go

I love you oh so much

You finally managed to get away the admiral, his date finally dragging him away, and you giving the woman a wordless nod of thanks, one she returned. You walked over to Hongo, who you watched become more and more infuriated as the night drew out.

His whole body visibly relaxed when you wrapped your arms around him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder. He let out a long sigh.

"God, thought that rat was going to steal you away from me. I would have gone mad."

"I could never leave you doc~ he could never please me in the ways you do~" you purred in his ear, making him stiffen but relax immediately.

"Oh sweetheart, dont tease. You might get more than ya bargained for~" he grinned before turning to press a kiss.

You returned it but pulled away too quickly for his liking. As much as you'd love to indulge in the blonde, you had 2 idiots and a captain who was going to need medical attention when you got your hands on him waiting for you both.

Oh I know

That the music's fine

Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing

But while we're apart

Don't give your heart to anyone

"I know you wanna continue, but we need to go rescue our idiots first." You chuckled at his pout.

He sighed. "Yeah, i suppose we should, huh? Let's go." He took his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders and walked to where they kept the two locked up.

Yasopp and Limejuice had luckily sobered up. You seamlessly managed to knock the guards out with one swing of the staff.

Yasopp lit up at your sudden appearance. "Sweetheart! You came! You didn't come with Benn, did ya? He'll scold me to the moon and back."

Hongo walked up into the light, and Yasopp was visibly shrinking. Benn was bad, but Hongo could be worse at times. Limejuice gave a groan.

You can dance

Go and carry on 'til the night is gone

And it's time to go

You made it back to the Red Force and were already sailing off. Hongo looked defeated. He secretly wanted to dance with you but never got the chance.

You saw it and gathered the boys to play a soft number before walking over to a curious Hongo. You giggled as you offered your hand, his eyes lighting up. He gladly pulled you close to him as you began to dance a simple waltz with him.

It wasn't grand or anything like the Gala. But dancing with your lover under the gorgeous moonlight and soft music your crew produced felt so much more special to him.

You would always give your last dance to him. And he cherished the moment every time.

Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me?

Ooh you make the promise that you'll save the last dance for me

Save the last dance

The very last dance

For me!

[warriorheart13-blog]

Get to know me!!

Figured itd be a good time to get to know me!

Favorite color: i loveeeeee the color purple. Specifically lavender

Currently reading: uhhh manga wise a new series called The War of Greedy Witches. Really good manga for sure!

Last Song: Bones In The River by The Devil Inside

Last Film: one i can remember is either Novacaine or Shrek 2

Sweet/Sour/Salty: i love sweet and salty a lot! A favorite combo. But im usually leaning on a saltier side cuz i have to keep my bp raised cuz of my POTS

Tea or coffee: i like iced tea a lot actually! Especially raspberry iced tea

Working on: a bunch of individual song fics along with my One Piece Battle For Time Arc Fanfic!!

Other things is i go by Marshy and i want to write a story for every single One Piece character that i can!

Get to know your mutuals!

Got tagged by the lovely @auryborealis!

Favorite Colors: Red and Black (my complete wardrobe is actually black...)

Currently Reading: Vagabond by Takehiko Inoue

Last Song: Goth by Sidewalks and Skeletons

Last Film: Devil's Plan on Netflix

Sweet/Salty/Sour: Salty. I am actually not a fan of sweets >.<

Tea or Coffee: Tea! Or more Matcha

Working On: Threaded on Fire (it's gonna be huge King x Lunarian!Reader fic and that fic comsumes me right now :)))

Tagging (no pressure tho!): @shanksbaby @erexart @pinejayy @iron-embers @fanaticsnail @vertakin @armiliadawn @potato-imouto @claryeverlarkf @flameyternal and everyone else who comes accross it!

[authenticcadence18]

SWAMPY MARSH YOU LEGEND!!!!!!!!

[anakur]

Cuddling him would include... (Featuring The Main 4 & Butters)

🌹| A/N : My first post ^^ I'm glad to have finished it though I am a tad bit worried over my characterisation of them. Guess that's just how I am haha

🥀| Warning(s) : slight nsfw implications- mostly parents' assumptions, but also during the last part for Kenny

Stan ⋆ ˚｡⋆🎧˚

Listening to music. Sharing earbuds or earphones. Especially when his parents are arguing (or if Randy is just... Being Randy)

You two are cuddling, as you look up, you see Stan with his earbud in hand, listening to the noise outside his room. He sighs before turning to you. He presses you closer to him as he turns up the volume on his phone. You wrap your arms around his neck and he closes his eyes, relaxing at your touch.

Smells like weed. Because,, Tegridy Farms.

Wears his beanie when you're cuddling. You take it off and he gets grumpy. Kiss him on his forehead in conciliation and watch as he gets that stupid Charlie Brown grin on his face.

The first few times you cuddled in Stan's room, he cleaned it up beforehand but after the first few times, he stops. Not to say his room is dirty, just, you may find an empty bottle on his nightstand, some clothes tucked underneath his bed or a hoodie draped over his desk chair, threatening to fall.

At some point Stan may get up to move it but it only ends up falling, so he leaves it on the floor. Next time you come over its still there (he swears he picked it up eventually and it just fell again)

The first time you two were cuddling he spent the majority of the cuddling session with his face pressed into the crook of your neck or your shoulder. You found it sweet. He was flustered, because in actuality he was trying to fight the urge to vomit. Eventually he has to excuse himself for a moment. Felt he messed up and ruined the moment, but his heart skipped a beat when he came back to see you waiting for him with open arms.

Kyle ⋆ ˚｡⋆📚˚

He finds drooling to be a bit gross, even though he knows it's not something you control. In the beginning of your relationship he will wake you up to tell you that you were drooling. Reasurres you it's fine when he watches you get embarrassed. Later on in the relationship, he'll just grab a tissue from the box on his nightstand and wipe it off himself.

It's what he keeps his tissue box there for. nothing else

Has to keep the door open, because his mom tells him to. Although his dad is a bit more lenient about it.

Sometimes when you forget about it, Ike will come into the room- having announced himself by a short knock at the door- as he stares at his phone and simply tells you:

" Mom says to keep the door open. "

Ike then proceeds to leave it wide open

" Close it halfway. "

He's already gone.

Kyle's the one who gets up to do it, leaving the door ajar. Everytime. Doesn't make you get up. If you ask for a glass of water, he'll also get it for you (and give you a forehead kiss). Don't abuse that power though, once you overuse it he'll start making you get it yourself.

Will not fall asleep when you're playing with his hair, but, he does feel very comfortable in that position

Says very sweet mushy stuff to you and gets embarrassed when he realizes you were awake the whole time. He trails off and stops talking.

Pushes you away playfully if you ask why he stopped or tell him to continue talking.

If you're watching a movie and cuddling, with a blanket covering you both, especially if it's dark outside and the lights are turned off, Sheila eyes you suspiciously when walking by. Staring particularly onto the blanket on your laps, covering you both waist down.

Kenny ⋆ ˚｡⋆🗑˚

Finds it cute when you drool. He'll chuckle and wipe it off.

Keeps his door closed. Hates it when you can hear his parents arguing. He would offer to share his ear phones but they're not in the greatest condition. Electric sparks flying and exposed wires. So, bringing your own pair would be very much appreciated.

Whispers mushy things to you when you're asleep. When he notices you're awake, he switches it up and starts saying dumb things just to make you laugh. Hears you give in and start giggling and he grins, acting surprised as if he had no idea you were awake.

When Kenny's household becomes too loud, he'll take you outside and lay on the grass together. Makes up constellation names.

It's the middle of the night while you're both sprawled out on the bed. You're sleeping and he's awake. He listens to the sounds outside the window and your breathing. When he hears you moving, he looks over and gently pets your hair, telling you to go back to sleep. His voice quiet and gentle.

be prepared for waking up and having Kenny casually mention he got morning wood

Cartman ⋆ ˚｡⋆🍫˚

Liane asks him to keep the door open but she's very lenient about it, by simply mentioning it as she walks by Cartman's room.

Also will bring you two snacks

Cartman is the type of person to tell his mom you're hungry, when, in fact, he was the one who suggested getting something to eat.

Flabbergasted when his mom turns to you asking what'd you'd like to eat.

Tries to cut you off, suddenly switching to 'we'

Smells like food.

Unlike the other guys he does NOT clean up his room beforehand. I believe however, his room is clean for the most part.

You had to nag him to clean his bed. Yes, his sheets are regularly washed and his bed gets made (both by Liane), but he eats in his bed. Which leaves some crumbs, that stay even after he 'sweeps them off' with his hands.

Imagine Liane's utmost surprise to see her darling son, Eric, on the bathroom floor, with his bed and pillow covers, squinting at the instruction on his phone. He mutters some swear words, before finally turning to her for help.

So the next time you come over, he had cleaned his bed hours before you came and restrained himself from doing anything on it until you arrived.

Actually gets pissed when you don't mention or even notice how clean his bed suddenly has become.

On second thought, he realized you probably will not praise him on a such a basic household task. But c'mon at least acknowledge it.

Lets you lay on him, sometimes.

He's watching some dumb videos on his phone as he had gracefully allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder.

You ask him to turn down the volume.

Fights the urge to not be a dick about it, and not raise the volume.

Begrudgingly he reaches for his headphones.

Once you fall asleep, he starts rubbing your back slowly. Immediately yeets his hand away when you wake up.

Doesn't want to deal with you waking up, even if he himself had also been awake.

" Eric... " you mumble, opening your eyes.

" Go to sleep. " he pushes your head down, as gently as you'd expect him to, onto the pillow.

" But I want water... "

" No. "

" ... What do you mea-"

" If you drink water you'll end up pissing yourself while you sleep. In my bed. "

"... That's not how it works. "

He then proceeded to press you into his chest.

" Fucking sleep. "

Butters ⋆ ˚｡⋆🌼˚

His parents definitely have him leave the door of his bedroom wide open. Not just slightly open. No, fully open. So, the cuddling has to be kept at a modest level.

Just sitting next to each other with some space in the middle between you both.

If his dad walks in, he'll stare at you, as to make sure nothing suspicious is going on.

If his mom walks in, she might remark how nice it is to have you over, asking if you two are comfortable and reminding to keep the doors open.

Holds your hand. Either your fingers are intertwined or he plays with your fingers as you talk, or just lay there in comfortable silence.

Falls asleep first, despite his attempts at staying awake, to make sure you sleep peacefully. However Butters is the one who wakes up first, so you just have him staring at you for a couple of seconds before realizing it may have come across as creepy and apologising for it immediately.

When you traced your finger along the scar on his face, he like squeezed his eyes shut at first. But then next time you ask before doing so, and he relaxes into it. Now he melts when you do it.

Would brush his fingers through your hair, no matter its length. But if his fingers get stuck he freaks out and thinks its his fault.

[pineappleciders]

I loved your older siblings has, can u do more of them ?? :3

south park main 4 with a stereotypical older sibling reader

A/N: of course!!!! i've actually gotten several reqs to do more of these so i'm gonna do the main 4!!! i hope this is what you meant :D also so sorry for this being super late i have too many drafts

stan marsh

ANOTHER SHELLY??? pray for him

his friends have seriously been getting annoyed with how much he complains about his older siblings

you don't beat him up as bad as shelly does but you do shove him out of the way and noogie him and all that. you take his hat off and make fun of his greasy hair and he gets super pissy

always angry about how you always manage to woo your parents over. how sharon treats you like an angel when you're actually an evil dick

you and shelly gang up on him all the time LOL you two plan together in your rooms about how to annoy him. like when his friends are over you constantly open the door randomly just to put him on edge

whenever he's having problems with wendy he always comes to you. you always laugh and make fun of him but you actually give really good relationship advice

despite constantly making fun of him and annoying him you actually always have his back?? when he's getting bullied or he feels scared you're always on the person's ass and ready to jump in front of him at any moment

you'd never admit it though. stan is a little shit but he's a funny evil little shit

kyle broflovski

he peeks into a room to see you playing with ike and smiling and laughing and treating him like a little angel and he compares that to how you treat him and he thinks it's unfair

what he doesn't know is that when he was a baby like ike you were constantly cooing at him and carrying him. you think you would die of embarrassment if your parents showed him pictures of you reading him bedtime stories

he thinks you HATE him. like he is 100% convinced that you are out to get him. i mean you kinda are but it's tough love yk

you hide his hat often because you know he would rather die than go to school without it. he gets all pissed and snatches it when he finds it

calls you stupid and stuff like stereotypical sibling behavior but you're really the only grown-up he can trust with issues. sheila is amazing but she has quite a temper,, you're not that great either but you always help out somehow

tattles on you when you do smth he knows ur not supposed to be. he doesn't take immense joy in being a snitch but he thinks you deserve it

eric cartman

he hates you. you're #1 on his shit-list. like seriously be careful

whines and stamps his foot when you aren't a pushover and actually make him do basic things. like how dare you be a normal human being. he hates liane too but he always clings to her when you're around

whenever you see his friends you like to embarrass him by telling them how much of a mama's boy he is. and it doesn't really work because their opinion of him can't get much lower

is constantly plotting on how to get rid of you. sometimes you find papers in his room that are either extremely complicated or super simple plans to kill you

he also tapes threatening letters to your door sometimes. you're not really scared of him, but after the incident with the tenormans, you started locking your door at night..

his friends are actually quite thankful that there's someone to keep eric in his place now. he actually acts... somewhat more normal now. it's frightening how just having an older sibling can keep him in line

although... not completely. he's still a little devil and you pick him up by his scruff like a kitten whenever you catch him plotting.

kenny mccormick

even if you occasionally lock the door on him, and tease him in his stupid little roleplay outfits, he's still quite thankful to have an elder figure in his life who can take care of him.

admittedly, it's very hard to be mean to kenny and karen, so you typically find yourself bullying kevin the most.

it's never mean-spirited though. living in a household like that requires you to stick together, and you honestly wouldn't trade your siblings for the world

you get a job pretty early to start providing for your family, and you're often forced to bring kenny and the others with you to work at your boring cashier job. kevin likes to help out with restocking while karen and kenny play dolls behind the register

you smack kenny upside the head everytime you catch him reading porno mags.

his friends either think you're awesome or think you're lame. depends on how u act and cartman probably lowkey likes you but doesn't admit it cuz ur poor😭😭

even though you're mean to him u and kenny still chill a lot together. he'll always ask about adult stuff like weed but you never entertain his goofy ideas. he might try to act more grown, but he'll always be your baby brother!!!

[green-alien-turdz]

Almost didn't finish this in time

[naffeclipse]

Link

The Marsh Monster

Cryptid!Monty x Reader

You're not afraid of most things. When you learn of a child's abduction and face the one responsible, you act quickly. After rescuing the child, you return to make sure the kidnapper doesn't get away. You discover, deep in the marsh, that you are not the only one hunting down a predator.

Word Count: ~8,800 Warnings: Horror, Blood, Violence, Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, and Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Last year I wrote about Cryptid!Eclipse enjoying some candy hearts with their heart, but this year I thought it would be neat to explore the world further and introduce a new cryptid guy. Monty deserves a little loving! And I just can't resist making my faves into monsters that want a little smooch and cuddle <3

As a warning, there are implications of child abuse/sexual assault, however, it is never depicted nor does it occur within the events of this fic.

Please read carefully, and enjoy!

[dietdoubledewme]

scene that i definitely have in my drafts for me college au, just felt like drawin' it in case it doesn't make it into the final draft

[tiredlakes]

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece Hongo x Reader: Counting Stars

This is a really long one. A bit of a tw: Abuse, dark thoughts. I went a little overboard but eh

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Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But, baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars

Yeah, we'll be counting stars

You were always the light of the Red-Hair Pirates. Especially to Hongo. Your smile brightened his day no matter what. He had to admit, he was going soft because of you.

You were also an incredibly skilled fighter. Fast, precise, and powerful. Your weapon of the halberd was intricate and fit your form well. Hongo would secretly watch if he was around when you trained.

However, he noticed something was off about you one day. You weren't yourself. And everyone else noticed this, too. They had arrived in port a few days ago.

I see this life like a swinging vine

Swing my heart across the line

And in my face is flashing signs

Seek it out and ye shall find

Old but I'm not that old

Young but I'm not that bold

And I don't think the world is sold

On just doing what we're told

You hadn't told anyone what had happened. You couldn't. Especially not Hongo. What you had witnessed and endured was something you had been trying to push out. Those men...those disgusting filthy men. You had tried to save that girl from the slave traders. But they decided to kill her instead of handing her over. And that shattered something in you when you saw her panicked eyes. Why?

Because you were once that girl too. And the scars you had, no one knew. Not even the ships Doctor. You didn't want someone like him to know what disgusting filth you were. You dreamed of the day you would be able to share your feelings of love and adoration for the doctor.

Why why why were you so weak? If you were a bit stronger, maybe you could have saved her.

You felt like a shell of yourself, and now they were noticing. So you started to hide. Staying longer on land and returning when most of them would be asleep. You didn't need to burden them.

I feel something so right doing the wrong thing

And I feel something so wrong doing the right thing

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Everyone decided to go drinking. And you were forced to come along. You just nodded. No words came out. You realized you were falling back into old behaviors. So when the men got drunk enough, you excused yourself to the restroom and left the bar. You noticed a field of flowers on the way back to shift. You went over and just laid back against the soft flowers and grass.

The sky was clear and full of stars. You always liked looking at them. They sorta grounded you a bit. And it reminded you of your mother.

"Mom...im not sure if i can keep trying to follow your last wish anymore... He's here. The one that killed Father and took me... and then eventually killed you, " you said softly to yourself. "The damn slave trader...why is he here when i finally found happiness again..."

You started crying... softly at first, then grew to loud, pain-wracking sobs. Then you felt something drape over you gently.

Hongo...

I feel your love, and I feel it burn

Down this river every turn

Hope is our four-letter word

Make that money, watch it burn

He remained sober throughout the night. Hongo was worried about you. He watched you, looking for anything out of place. Then he watched you lie to get out of the bar. He silently followed.

He watched as you laid down in the grass and flowers, and he heard the words you spoke.... and it shot an arrow through his heart.

He had no idea you were suffering under a heavy, heavy weight. Then, when he heard your painful sobs, he decided he had to go to you. He took off the jacket he had, leaving him bare chested. The breeze made him shiver a little. But this was nothing compared to you.

He draped it over you gently. When you looked up to meet his eyes, he felt his heart sink. You looked so broken and torn. He sat down next to you and pulled you into a hug. Your head laid over his chest, and you heard the heartbeat. It was quick. And somehow... this grounded you enough to calm down.

Hongo waited patiently. He wasn't going to ask about it. He would let you tell him on your own terms. And you did, finally tired of carrying this with you by yourself.

"My mother, she was part of a now extinct race. My father was part human and part Lunarian. So my blood was very much sought after... and one day, my mother and i came home to find people and my father. They were slave traders. We aren't sure how they found out about me, but when my father tried to stop them... they... t-they.." Your words got stuck in your throat. Hongo gave a slight squeeze. You and him were lying back down on the grass. He had his arms around you close.

"They murdered him. And they overpowered my mom and i. We spent so long in separate cells. But my mom... she always told me the stars were born from peoples deepest wishes. And that when a person in need calls for help, a star will come down and save them. So every night we would count stars..."

Hongo smiled. But said no words yet. He was afraid that if he did, you'd lose the courage to get everything off your chest. He wanted you to be able to share the load with him so you could heal from your past.

"Then, one day, i refused to obey them. So they...whipped me. So many times, the skin never healed right. My mom went crazy and attacked the one hurting me. And then the same man who killed my father, he killed my mother too...but then everyone was in a panic. It was Garp who set us free. And so i wandered... then met Shanks. He could see i was broken and offered me a place on the ship. And well you know the rest..."

You searched his eyes for signs of disgust or ill will. Instead, you found sorrow and pain. He pulled you closer, trembling a bit.

"Im so sorry you had to carry that weight alone... you must be exhausted..." His words carried such weight that your body just reacted before you could. It went slack, tired from everything. The sleepless nights, the dark dreams that made you fear the people you cared for. The emotional toll especially.

And I feel something so wrong doing the right thing

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie

Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly

"I am... and im tired of not being honest with you Hongo...im in love with you. I find the way you keep your room and office neat and tidy adorable. And the way you make Shanks take showers because he's dirty is comforting. And the way your eyes look at me... they're soft and beautiful.."

The confession took his breath away. He never felt so loved in a way that made him wonder if this was a dream? He sighed and put his head on your chin.

"That's a relief... because i love you too. The way you move with your halberd is like watching an angel fly. And your fearless and headstrong nature...it makes me unbelievably weak for you. Your strength makes me wonder if you're a goddess in secret..."

"Hongo..."

He looked at you. "Yes?"

You smiled at him. A true smile. The spirits in your eyes alive and well. "I think my mom was right about stars. You're the star who came down to save me..."

"I will always be there to save you... and dont worry about that slave trader... I have a feeling he won't hurt anyone again..."

You looked at him confused when you finally noticed the rest of the red hair pirates... and they weren't drunk.

Hongo and the crew planned this in case you decided to finally decide to open up. They heard everything and took care of things. They gathered around you and Hongo and hugged you.

You laughed at their antics. Happy that you knew they had your back and would never think less of you.

Back on the ship, you laid in bed. Hongo asleep and holding you from behind. You looked out the window and said softly

"Mom, the wish i made on a star...it came true...i can live freely now... and now i have a family who can protect people who were like me..."

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But, baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

Said no more counting dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars

Take that money, watch it burn

Sink in the river the lessons I've learned

Take that money, watch it burn

Sink in the river the lessons I've learned

Take that money ,watch it burn

Sink in the river the lessons I've learned

Take that money, watch it burn

Sink in the river the lessons I've learned

[ask-southpark-kids]

FRIENDLY FACES EVERYWHERE! HUMBLE FOLKS WITHOUT TEMPTATIONS!

hello everyone!! i decided to open my own south park ask blog, its a project ive been wanting to do for a while so i thought id have some gun and offically open it! ill link the rules here in the future but for now feel free to send any asks to any south park character you have on this account! i'll try to go through all i can!

(main blog @randomlilblog / @omgtheykilledstenny :P )

[treyparkinglot]

im legally obligated to redraw the hat swap every once in a while its like a stanky requirement atp

[qingwaaa]

Can u share... your style headcanons... please...?

YEESSS OFC !!

Stan is shorter and he has really bad posture (jst like me fr 😭) so he looks even smaller next to Kyle who actually stands up straight

Kyle has little folders where he keeps all his school work and its all neat whereas Stan just has a bunch of crumpled up papers at the bottom of his bag (and exactly one pencil which he borrowed from Kyle and never gave back)

Cartman ships them hard and totally locked them in the locker room once

Stan just goes "haha lol yeah" and agrees with everything Kyle says even if he doesn't understand it

They share drinks and food like alllll the time

Kyle's got a 20 step haircare routine whereas Stan has one of those 10 in 1 shampoo things (that he uses like once a month)

Kyle has like a daily crash out (normally at Cartman) and goes on long ass rants and yells and kicks shit and Stan will just listen and nod along supportively

its always "hey, where's Stan?" and "Where's Kyle??" whenever one of them is gone for even a second

"dude" and "bro" but like romantically

They are both stupid dorks/aff

[southpark-smut]

Stan Marsh - late night drunk hookup . gn!reader . 1.2k words . MDNI summary: stan shows up at your door at three in the morning, drunk, horny, and needy... what are you gonna do with this boy? warnings: rough sex, use of 'abused' once, mean stan, intoxicated sex, barely proofread.

Fuck, it was nearly 3am. 

Yet another night that could’ve been spent sleeping wasted by scrolling on your phone. You throw your phone down on your bed and sigh, rolling over and staring at your alarm clock. “At least it’s the weekend..” you thought. You close your eyes and start to drift off. Just as you were falling asleep you’re rudely awoken by a loud knock at the door. You groan, “who the hell is knocking on my door at 3am?”

You roll out of bed and walk to the front door, rubbing your eyes and grumbling. You blink a couple times and look out the peephole. You sigh at the sight. Of course. It was Stan, a disheveled, drunken Stan. You open the door and the scent of alcohol instantly hits you. “Stan? What are you .. have you been drinking? We talked about this,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

Stan ignores your question and pushes past you, stumbling as he walks. You cross your arms and watch the mess unfold. He holds onto the wall for support, pinching the bridge of his nose. Suddenly he stops and turns around towards you. 

“I need you, right now,” he says, stumbling towards you and slumping his head onto your shoulder, “please…” he whines. The alcohol was strong on his breath. You attempt to push him off but his arms were already wrapped tightly around your waist. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved these late-night hookups. You knew it was bad, but you couldn’t stop. 

You sigh and wrap your arms around him reluctantly, resting your head against his chest. “You gotta stop doing this Stan..” 

“Please.. I promise this is the last time.. Just please, I need you,” he mutters into your shoulder. You sigh again, knowing damn well this wasn’t gonna be the last time. This was the 3rd time this week he had shown up like this, drunk and needy… Horny. You pull away and rub your face tiredly, as much as you loved the hookups… this wasn’t good for either of you. But when you look up at him, your face softens. The drunk boys sad and pleading eyes begging for it.

“Okay, Stan. But we’re talking about this once you’ve sobered up.” 

Stan's eyes light up and he wastes no time, he pulls you into a heavy and searing kiss, hands reaching down to grope your ass. He pushes hard against you, backing you up against the front door. You let out a soft moan and he deepened the kiss, his tongue felt like a knife against yours. You could taste the alcohol and stale cigarettes on his hot breath.

He pulls away, biting your bottom lip as he does, you whimper and he lets go. He shoves you onto your knees and whips off his belt, throwing it off to the side. You look up at him with wide, longing eyes, you knew you were in for a rough night. The thing about when Stan was drunk, he could either be really mean, or he could be the sweetest boy in the world. He was unpredictable, and you loved it. 

“Open.”

You comply and quickly unzip his jeans, letting his cock spring out. Beads of precum already leaking from his blushing cock. Before you could do anything, he slammed your head onto him. He let out a groan and tightened his grip on your hair, completely abusing your throat. He slammed your head down at a criminal pace, tears pricking at  your eyes. You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing, growing more and more aroused as he groans. 

You bring a hand down to your crotch, starting to rub the front of your panties. “Fuck no,” he kicks away your hand, you look up at him with teary eyes, to which you're met with a sadistic smirk. You let out a whine, sending vibrations down his cock. He groans and sharply pulls you off him. 

“Take off your underwear and get on the couch.” He says, no room for argument. He discards his pants and tosses them aside. You strip out your panties and shirt, meeting him on the couch. He tugs off his shirt and looks towards you with lust. You lay on the couch, exposing yourself for him. Wondering what happened next. He looks down at you with an unreadable expression, the only indicator of what he was feeling was his hazy and hungry eyes. Then in one quick motion he was on top of you. 

He kisses you roughly, shoving two fingers in your entrance and pumping in and out at a merciless pace. You let out a loud mix of a gasp and a moan, surprised at the sudden intrusion, “S-slow down! Fuckk Stan,” you say, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He slows down slightly, looking down at you, deciding whether you were serious or not.

But then he looks down at your fucked out face and sees your complete bliss, he bites his lip and speeds up to pace faster than the first one. You let out a lewd moan and look at him through tears, seeing his expressionless face and clouded eyes. He pulls out his fingers, licking off your slick and kissing you again, this time slow and caring. 

He moves down and kisses your neck, gently caressing down your stomach and sides. He slowly pushes into you, setting an even pace. You moan softly and tangle your hand into his hair, knowing the softness won’t last long. He rests his hand on your stomach, still kissing your neck softly, leaving marks that would definitely show up in the morning.

He starts to completely slam into you, hitting your sweet spot dead on everytime. It almost felt bruising, but it felt so. fucking. good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..” he mutters into your neck, each thrust harder and rougher. You wrap your legs around him and pull his hair. Even if he was a bit too rough sometimes, the release always felt like heaven. 

“S-stan I-I’m gonna-!”

“Shhh shh baby, hold on, I’m so close.” 

A few more sharp thrusts and his cock pulses, filling you up with thick, hot, cum. You let out a loud, long moan. You felt so fucking full, so fucking good. You clench tightly around his cock, releasing in pure ecstasy. He stays in you a bit, breathing heavily into your neck, before pulling out. 

He gets off you and curls up on your chest. He peppers your face with wet, sloppy kisses, murmuring sweet nothings into your neck. You sigh contently and stroke his hair, wiping off the slobbery kisses with your free hand “Okay, okay!” you say, giggling, “you’re not a dog stop slobbering all over my face” He buries his head into your chest and whines softly in protest. “Go to sleep honey,” you say, sighing softly and kissing the top of his head. 

“What am I going to do with you…” you murmur, before falling asleep along with him. 

a/n: i hope this is well writen enough and enjoyed! this is my first fic writing for any sp characters, i think i did pretty well. i worked hard on this, so i ask respectfully not to give constructive criticism im sensitive and will cry lol

[naffeclipse]

Swamp Swim

Reader x Cryptid!Monty

Commission Info

This was requested by the darling @catbeastaisha who wanted a little continuation of my Cryptid Monty fic! Here the reader returns for a little swim with our favorite marsh monster, and he's eager to take them into the water! Enjoy!

Content warning for suggestive themes.

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You never imagined you would find yourself back at the marsh with a swimming suit hidden under your clothes and a bathing towel draped over your arm. The heat, however, is unbearable. It clings to your skin like sweat and each breath you take is thick and clogging, unrelenting thick with summer. 

A swim is exactly what you need, even in the darkness that cloaks you like a highschool student sneaking out past curfew. The nervous, excited energy that buzzes through you is too giddy. You square your shoulders and march along a boardwalk, seeking the one you know to be waiting. He invited you for a midnight swim, after all.

The darkness of the swamp clings heavily under spanish moss stuck to trees like gossamer and the night sky is glowing with a full moon. The silver beams touch upon the surface of the marshy water. A little cricket frog hops away from the water’s edge as you pass it by.

You enjoy the comfort of the isolation and the beauty of the swamp too much to be afraid of anything lurking within it. The boardwalk creeks slightly, rippling the water below when dirt or dust or bugs fall off from underneath it. Besides, you know who lurks here, and you have nothing to fear.

Deep into the marsh, after trekking for a good half mile to ensure privacy, even in the dead of night, you arrive at a little outcropping of ground. The boardwalk disappears and reappears further down the dirt path. The solid ground is still slightly damp but free of muck and sticky green water.

You’ve never swam in a marsh before. It is enough to simply gaze over the stillness and listen to a bullfrog grunt or spy a shy turtle basking in the sunlight. Occasionally, bowfin slap the surface and continue on by. The green water never truly tempted you into its ripples until Monty coaxed you into accepting such a new experience. 

The water is sleek and dark. You peer around you, and whisper out into the pale moonlight, “Monty?”

The quiet is interrupted with a quiet slosh of water. Goosebumps rise over your flesh before finding the thick, stout creature rising from the marshy lagoon is not, in fact, an alligator, but a hulking demonic cryptid grinning with a long jaw full of razor-sharp teeth.

“You made it, shug,” he croons.

You smile. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” A mosquito buzzes close to you and you slap it away. “Well, maybe for some bug spray.”

He chuckles deep in his chest and it rumbles into the air. You enjoy his laughter, holding a crocodilian like hiss, but it still roars.

“You won’t have to worry about those once we hit the water,” he rumbles, reclining on the edge of the marsh with his thick arms pushing up his upper half, like an enticing siren if the siren happened to be a wickedly powerful and burly monster. 

You hope so, and turn around to begin shedding your clothing. Your car keys drop to the ground upon your shoes and you reach for the bottom of your shirt, only stopping at the searing gaze you feel upon your back.

Looking over your shoulder, Monty’s glowing eyes, red with pale rings for irises, gaze with a slack-jaw effect to his mouth. It would have made you laugh if you weren’t so determined to be severe.

“Monty, do you mind?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Not at all, Junebug.” He grins wickedly, his thick, scaly tail splashing the water behind him from the vigor of its wagging.

“Turn around.” You lift a hand to twirl a finger for emphasis.

He chortles though there’s no true disappointment in his tone as he slips down the bank and turns, facing the moon hanging high in the sky. His clawed hands come to rest behind his head, supporting it in the manner of one star-gazing. 

“Take your time, shug. I ain’t going anywhere.”

You do not take your time. There’s a flutter in your heart that you wish you could stuff down into a jar and forever contain. Stripping away your outer garments, you’re left in a simple, modest swimsuit, and you wiggle your bare toes for a moment against the damp and lush green ground. Insects chirr thickly in the darkness. The one great thing about the water is that the cypresses don’t crowd it so much, and the onyx shadows are chased away by a stunning, milky full moon.

“Ready,” you announce, your voice steady despite the little wings within you, flitting with anticipation. 

Monty turns back around, shifting over the ground before grinning up at you.

“You know how to swim?” he asks, offering his hand.

“Yes.” You’ve been swimming in creeks and lakes since you were a toddler, but your excitement towards the water is not due to inability. 

Setting your hand into his ridiculous large palm, you move towards the edge of the marsh.

“I’ve taught a kid or two to swim,” he says, drawing you gently down the bank. He wades backwards into the water, his eyes entirely upon you. His thick claws wrap gingerly around your wrist in a gentlemanly escort. “They love the water, splashing in it, getting muddy. They just eat it up.”

You snort laughter. “How long do you usually stay around children?”

The first step into the marsh is thick and goopy between your toes. You shudder at the sensation but refuse to allow it to stop you, and continue until the water climbs up to your waist. It’s warm and soupy, and you wonder if anything would bite your ankle or attach to your flesh like a leech. Another shudder takes over you.

“It depends, especially on the kid,” Monty’s voice is deep and affectionate with memory. “I could stick around for days, weeks, sometimes months until I see to it that they’re safe.” 

Monty’s red and wild hair, wet but still spike-like in the silvery glow of midnight, drips slightly as he lowers himself to the water. It reminds you of algae tugged along by a stream. Dipping down, the cryptid floats onto his back with a loud splash. He grins up at you at the disruption. You almost cross arms, feeling a spark of indignation at his devil-may-care attitude but all thoughts within you vanish when his claws carefully hook your waist and plop you into a straddle on his solid middle.

A fierce heat overtakes, first with fury that he would so casually man-handle you, then a different, warming pink blush that bleeds into your cheeks. You lean on the hope that the low light hides your expression, but the hungry swipe of Monty’s tongue gives you little reassurance. 

“Don’t you look pretty,” he drawls. 

“Is this your idea of swimming?” you demand, the heat fading behind your words as you utter them. 

“Sure. You get your own personal boat to ferry you on through the dangerous marsh.” His teeth catch on the moonlight, gleaming wickedly until you must control the urge to snap something between your hands. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“Watch it, Monty,” you warn, “I’ll still take you in a fight.”

He is wise enough to not laugh, but he does look at you like you’re the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

You look over his head to see how truly expansive the swamp becomes. The boardwalk circles the water and marshy lands for miles, but you’ve never truly been in the center. His tail gives a flick, propelling you both in a lazy drift through the green water. Bugs sound closer but they never venture close enough to become an irritate—is that because of Monty? You suppose animals could sense his unearthly presence, even mosquitos.

“How do you know where we’re going?” you ask quietly.

Monty’s hand caresses your sides thoughtfully. He hums, and you feel the great vibrations through your arms as you lay them upon his chest. The thick dermal of his body is almost like armor.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” Monty chortles, “Ain’t nothing going to get you while I’m here.”

You roll your eyes and lightly slap his chest. It hurts your fingers slightly to wack his scaly hide. 

“I’m worried about you running into a tree.”

“I ain’t done that before!” His protest is fierce and arrogant, which makes you believe that he has, in fact, done that. 

You snort again. “Sure, Monty.”

His long mouth pulls back into a snarl, exposing even more of the wicked fangs held within, and you catch a dark and sinuous tongue.

“Listen here, shug,” he starts

You set your elbows on his chin and become attentive, tilting your head in exaggeration and batting your eyelashes until he grumbles a pouting, unbecoming thing.

“Ugh,” he groans, “Humans.”

“Marsh monsters,” you counter, then laugh.

His eyes soften but he still turns his head away. Swimming you deeper into the marsh, you lean lower and start to map out the yellow dermal and the thicker, harder green that covers the rest of his body. There are a few strips of purple coloring him, but those line his shoulders. 

He settles, and if he forgives you, he shows it with a gentle sweep of his tail while the water trails softly past you both. You slowly recline until your cheek is pressed to where his heart might be. You don’t hear a heavy drum within him, but you feel warmth and safety all the same when his arms wrap around your lower back, and his claws carefully trace your spine up to the nape of your neck. 

[kennytheworkingclasshero]

thinking about college basketball player!Kyle who is the star player and musician/music student!Stan being totally obsessed with him. Stan watches all the games, at the start because he genuine enjoys basketball but then he notices Kyle and never misses a game. Then Kyle starts regularly coming into the coffee shop where Stan works as a barista and Stan gets his colleague to serve him all the time because he’s so nervous at the prospect of talking to him. For gods sake, he’s training to be a professional songwriter, he should be a poet at this point but he’s so nervous he’ll stumble over his words. It isn’t until Stan’s band is on the lineup for a gig at the local bar that is showcasing the talent of the college students that they talk. Kyle goes with a group of friends and is so enamoured by the lead guitarist/vocalist that he has to talk to him.