michealsbiggestfan

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genre: fluff + lemon

gender: female

warnings ⚠️

nsfw + vulgarity

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when gregory first met you, honestly, he wasnt interested.

you were around 9-10, and he had a crush on wendy around that time.

well, that was until she pulled the “fuck him in the ear!” card, which left him speechless.

he had always thought of wendy as a sweet, innocent girl. he was incredibly wrong in that assumption, and regretted ever being there for her during the war once she said that.

which… kinda raised his annoyance with stan. but he wasnt about to ditch christophe just because he didn’t like this town.

so he stayed, and a couple of years went by without either of you ever knowing of eachothers existence. that was until the day that your science teacher paired you both up for a project, considering you and him were on the highest level in the class.

he was still better than you, though 😛

you both decided to meet at your house, and when gregory turned up and met your parents OH they loved him.

at first he kinda annoyed you since he charmed your parents and had a pretty big ego that weighed the same as an elephant on the back of another elephant, but by the time you finished the project, you started to like him as a friend.

you slowly but surely became friends and he would walk you to your locker and classes everyday, checking in on you, greeting you politely, and letting you sit with him and christophe.

he even shielded you from the smoke coming from delorne’s cigs, preventing you from getting second-hand smoke 🙂👍

after a few months, it started getting more romantic.

hand kisses, forehead kisses, buying you your lunch, visiting you and your parents daily, calling you things like “dear” and “love”, holding your hand and even holding you by your hips.

“No, we’re just friends.”

“Mhm, just friends.”

and then you both politely smile at the group of confused girls from your classes.

one day, your parents weren’t home so you invited him over for a movie night, which went both good and unexpected.

since there was a TV in your bedroom, you were on your bed. about 20 minutes into the romance movie when he suddenly started to rub your thigh gently.

“.. Greg, what are you doing?”

your hand would slowly go over his in an attempt to shift it away, but he instead moved his hand off of your thigh to hold yours.

“Showing my platonic love.”

“Platonic love? Love and platonic are opposites.”

“Are they?”

he clearly wasnt paying much attention considering the fact he just let go of your hand to use his curled pointy finger to stroke some hair away from your cheek.

“.. Greg..”

“Mm.”

he would slowly move closer to you and glance down at your lips before back at your eyes, using his thumb and previous finger to lift your chin up.

“May I platonically kiss you?”

nsfw warning ⚠️

one kiss became a makeout session and a makeout session eventually became a “let’s take our clothes off” session.

you were still trying to convince yourself you were just “making platonic love” but clearly you both loved eachother.

the look on his face as he straddled you and thrusted with such soft groans escaping his throat proved his love for you.

and the way you gazed up at him as he pleasured you so well also proved your love for him.

your moans and his groans kept being cut off by you both kissing, the main sound in the room just being the sound of skin slapping against skin.

his usually-slicked-back hair was messy and down now, stray strands hanging down, and you were just a moaning mess.

the feeling of his big cock moving in and out of you was just intoxicating to your sensitive little pussy, but honestly, after this, you would spread your legs and let him rail you anytime he wants.

he felt guilty, considering he was a catholic, and catholics shouldn’t have sex before marriage, but this was too tempting and too sweet of a feeling for him to deny.

“.. o-oh my.. oh.. l-lords please f-forgive me.. a-aaah.. o-oh dear..”

his whimpers honestly just made it 10x more pleasurable for you.

but overall, he’s a sweetheart to you. always take you on dates, which he pays for, and will never let anything harm you.

he even squished a bee in between his pointy finger and thumb because you got scared.

isn’t he lovely? ☺️

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warnings ⚠️

vulgarity + sexual themes + mentions of cheating

so, to be clear, there is angst but not between pete and the reader.

I was lying in my bed, sighing softly to myself. My relationship with Michael wasn’t.. the best lately. He was getting too close to Henrietta, honestly. And I knew Henrietta had never liked me— I can tell with all those glares and side-eyes.

I’m not sure if she’s doing it out of over-protectiveness for her friends, or because she is in love with Michael herself, but they were getting way too close for my liking. Me and Michael were in bed— we shared our college dorm.

I was in between Michael and Pete as I lied on the bed. Why was Pete there, you might ask? He didn’t have a college dorm yet, but he was saving for one. We were all 19, and he was getting close to moving out of that caravan that he lives in with his parents.

Anyways, he was in our dorm due to his mother getting drunk and arguing with his father again. They weren’t necessarily abusive, but they pissed off Pete, and he couldn’t sleep during their arguments, from what we knew. I was lying on my side with Pete behind me.

I felt a soft, gentle hand slowly move onto my hip. I was wearing a shirt-long, lace nightgown with small panties, so it wasn’t hard for anyone to touch me. I felt his hand and didn’t move for a moment as his fingers played with the strap of my panties.

Slowly, I rolled over to lie on my back and look at him. Michael was asleep, so I spoke quietly to Pete to not wake him up.

“What are you doing..?” I asked whispered softly and moved my hand over his, which was still on my hip.

“You know that Michael was kissing Henrietta yesterday?” Pete raised a brow at me, “He always does. Even infront of us all. Just not you.”

“Excuse me?”

I wasn’t sure how to feel about what he had just said. I had a feeling Michael was cheating, but it still hurt to hear, despite me not being too surprised. I looked away.

“.. if this is an attempt to make me break up with him, it’s not going to work.” I loved Michael too much to leave, “.. I love him.”

“You’re oblivious. I’m surprised Michael even wanted a conformist. Maybe he never really felt that way in the first place? Maybe he was after something else..” Pete suggested, which annoyed me a bit, “Sex, maybe? I’m saying that as his best friend.”

“Pete, let go of me.” I smacked his hand gently.

He let go, and held onto the pillow beneath his head, “Why would you stay with someone who doesn’t even reciprocate your feelings, or care about them? Typical pathetic conformist..”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll call you what I want.”

“Pete..” He was pissing me off now, “Go to sleep.”

“Your ass is keeping me awake.”

“…” I went silent, “.. what?”

“Roll over.” He told me, looking me up and down.

“.. Pete..” I glanced back at Michael sleeping behind me, “.. no— I can’t—“

“I can show you what he does to Henrietta. Don’t you think he deserves a taste of his own medicine? Or are you a prude?”

It’s not like I wasn’t upset with Michael, because I was, but cheating felt wrong. Then again, he was also cheating on me.. it would make things even. With a small huff, I rolled back over with my back facing Pete.

I could sense him removing his boxers before he slowly slipped my panties off and gently slipped his arm underneath my knee, picking my leg up and holding it there. His other arm went around my chest as his hand landed on my mouth, covering it.

“Be quiet, or he’ll wake up. I doubt you’d want him to see you like this.”

He wasn’t wrong. I really didn’t. I felt like a slut, but I couldn’t deny that being held like this by Pete felt very nice and comforting. I felt him very slowly slide into me, making my body tremble as I tried to not whine out and alert the sleeping goth boy infront of both me and Pete on the bed.

Pete was staying still for a moment as his tip was inside, waiting for my tight pussy to adjust to his size. This was only my third time, considering Michael never did these things to me. Only once. Honestly, I felt a bit special that Pete wanted this with me, of all people. Me. He wanted me. Not Henrietta. Me.

As he started to move and thrust his hips into mine, I shifted my head backwards, whimpering quietly into his hand. He felt good. So fucking good. Better than that one time Michael did this with me.

“Feel good?”

I nodded against his hand.

“That’s good… you’re good… for a conformist.. your body is just.. perfect..”

I whimpered a bit more at the praise and tried to move my head around to look at Pete, but he grabbed my jaw and turned my face to stare directly at Michael.

“Look at him. Sleeping. Asshole doesn’t know how to give his horny little girl a good fucking.”

I did as Pete wanted, and stared at Michael. I felt myself getting closer, despite the fact we had only just started. Maybe it was the way he was speaking in my ear with such a soft and calm voice yet dirty tone.

“Call me, and I’ll slam your pussy anytime you need me to, since this dickwad won’t.”

I nodded my head to him again, now successfully turning my head around to look at him. As a split-second though, he kissed me, and I kissed back, both having our eyes closed as his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me.

He let out small groans as he got faster and rougher, “You don’t mind me cumming in your cunt, right..?”

I shook my head. No. I really didn’t.

“You really are desperate, huh? What a jackass.” Pete glared at Michael before continuing to pleasure himself and me.

After a few more moments, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I moaned into his hand and arched my back, cumming on his pale cock, which seemed to trigger him to cum too. As he said, he pushed deep inside as he came, making sure he really filled me up.

He didn’t pull out for a few moments, and we both panted with eachother in sync. He moved his hand from my my mouth to pat my head.

“.. for a conformist.. you’re cute. Didn’t think I’d ever say that.”

For once, you and him were both glad his mother got drunk and picked a fight with his father that night.

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fandom: South Park

characters: team stan, craigs gang, nathan & mimsy, the goths, la resistance

genre: platonic fluff

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stan can be incredibly lazy. he always gets pimples, has greasy hair, and forgets to use deodorant. it’s a very big part of the reason wendy broke up with him in the “raisins” episode, but she didn’t want to be rude.

kyle is one of the most sane tween boys you’ll ever see. he always washes his hands, remembers his manners, and helps his parents with cleaning sometimes. unless it had something to do with cartman’s schemes, he usually doesn’t get into much trouble.

kenny is the most rational out of the whole group. sometimes, he still thinks about what’ll happen when trent boyett gets out of jail. but since he’s still a little bit of an idiot like the rest, he doesn’t worry about it too much.

cartman is much more smart than everyone else. he just doesn’t use it for good. he uses his intelligence and his talent in manipulation to get people into trouble, or to do dirty work for him. he doesn’t feel remorse for what he does, either.

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craig doesn’t show much emotion because he doesn’t really care too much about other people apart from tweek, stripe and himself. if he sees something that he really does care about, he’ll show emotion. but in reality, he just doesn’t give two shits about getting in trouble, people like clyde who just whine about girls, and literally anything else in the world.

clyde isn’t actually that much of a crybaby. cartman people just purposely poke at him and annoy him so he cries, therefore having an excuse to call him a crybaby. although he is emotional, he’s not a crybaby.

jimmy spends a lot of time in the library, reading the blurb on books with people, then making fun of it, which usually makes people laugh. it also helps him to come up with new jokes, which is pretty helpful itself. that way, he’s making people laugh, and also coming up with new jokes to make at the same time.

tolkien originally was only friends with clyde. but then clyde started taking tolkien to hangouts with the rest of craig’s gang, which helped tolkien get into the group and find more friends.

tweek has slightly curly hair. wavy, more like. his hair isnt a birds nest because he doesnt take care of himself, his hair is a birds nest because he doesnt dry his hair after he washes it, which makes it all frizzy, so it looks like hes just been electrocuted.

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nathan is very lonely. notice how he always complains about jimmy getting all the girls? hes a very jealous person, and despite being young, cant help his jealousy towards jimmy, since jimmy "gets all the chicks". although jimmy is also just a child, hes more popular and gets more attention from girls than nathan ever has, likely because of nathans disability.

mimsy and maury, the raisins bodyguard, are siblings, hence the names sounding similar. theyre both opposites in a way, however. mimsy admires maury, but maury doesnt really notice it. mimsy wanted to be more like maury, and have a "job" of some sort, so thats why mimsy "works" for nathan.

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michael's cane belonged to his biological mom. before he was a goth, and his mom left, he begged her to just let him keep one of her things. since she had narcolepsy, she needed a cane to help her stay standing when she became incredibly sleepy during the day. she had gotten a new one just before she was going to leave, and decided to give it to michael. once he became goth, he decided it was a good accessory, so he carries it around daily.

pete has a cat. well, its a cat that usually sits near the caravan he lives in. its one of those hairless cats, but it has black-ish, grey-ish skin. since most people dont like hairless cats, and theyre considered ugly, he likes the cat a lot. he named the cat "licorice", since licorice is black, and also his favourite kind of sweet.

henrietta doesnt actually care much about conformists. she could give two shits and a cigarette about some kids who dont dress the same as her, dont listen to the same music as her, and dont have the same political views as her. she cares more about vamp kids, since theyre total posers trying to copy her if her and the other goths were censored.

firkle is secretly jealous of mike makowskis piercings. mike has an eyebrow piercing and a nose-bridge piercing. although firkle isnt jealous of the eyebrow piercing, he is very much jealous of the nose-bridge piercing, and promised himself to get one when he grew up and became an adult. but then he was like, "well, im already smoking, so why not now?", but then he looked in the mirror and remembered he had a baby face, so he just decided to wait until he was fourteen.

bonuses for pete: he has a sweet tooth, but he wont ever admit it. he likes baking too, but his mom isnt the richest, and his dad isnt around, which is why him and michael get along pretty well, and also why he can't afford ingrediants. pete was the only goth who wasnt born in south park. his mom was a druggie and slept with other guys whilst dating his father, so she grabbed pete and got in their caravan, driving away to south park, but at least he made friends. he didnt really have any friends where he was originally from.

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gregory is a fantastic actor, and that can be used in a both good and bad way. however, sometimes, his true sass can sometimes come through, showing how two faced he really is. his friendship with christophe is kind of two faced as well. in reality, gregory thinks christophe is kinda gross, filthy, and his british tendencies makes him annoyed at christophe's accent too.

christophe likes flowers as much as he liked digging. he doesnt like reading much, but when it comes to books about flowers, he cant help himself. his favourite kind of flowers are lilies. sometimes he puts them on his shirt, which makes gregory a bit confused, but christophe refuses to elaborate on it.