#kyle broflovski hcs

[starkspondwater]

what are your kyle appearance hcs? 👀

oooo see this is hard for me because of how often I go back and forth on things- but FOR NOW here are some hcs!

💚Kyle in my mind is always tall and a little lanky, very much on the scrawny side as a preteen into his teenage years and filling out a little more as an adult. (though I love other hcs that put him as a little short or having gained weight. I'm honestly so interested in other interpretations like that!)

💚I do think he's at least a little athletically inclined because of basketball, but I don't see that as translating to a bunch of muscle. Like I still see him as being wiry but strong if that makes sense.

💚Crazy crazy curls no matter what. He can cut it short all he wants but somehow it will never quite sit the way he wishes it would. Sheila definitely pulled him aside right before high school started and helped him figure out how to care for it, but after the first week of school he kind of gave up (early mornings are not that fun when your fussing with your hair for an hour)

💚Speaking of hair he I think he goes through phases with it through his life. After his mom stopped controlling what he did with it he wanted to grow it out like his friends were doing only to hate how it unruly it kept getting, so he'd buzz it and the cycle would repeat. He's happiest when it's grown in a little bit and can cover his forehead, but much longer than that and he's itching to buzz it all over again.

💚I love freckled Kyle, but I also love those freckles only being noticeable at certain times. I'm talking the ones on his shoulder only growing darker when he spends the day out in the sun, or the ones mapped across his nose that are only just a few shades off from his skin making one have to stare to find them all.

💚Facial hair. We've seen the beard in post covid, we all have, but I am dead set that Kyle couldn't grow anything decent until his mid 20's. Boy looked like a sad Shaggy for most of his teens and did become a small joke among friends. I hc that he was very set on growing anything to cover the acne scares he had on his chin (speaking of which I also hc that every one of those boys had horrible acne, Kyle just got better with it since he washed his face more than the others)

💚Large hands and nimble fingers (piano fingers as my grandfather would call them.) I feel like in a way it would be a part of himself he'd really like because how dexterous he could be with them- he's not mechanically gifted but can figure out small things that put those hands to work. As a kid I think he'd really enjoy those child robotics sets even if it wasn't a field he was super interested in pursuing, he just likes putting them to use in a way that feels productive

💚In terms of dressing I don't think Kyle really focuses too much on what he wears so long as it looks clean. T-shirts, button ups, jeans, slacks, so long as they look neat and not like he rolled out of bed he's okay wearing them. (I see him and Stan almost sharing a wardrobe after so many nights at each other's houses, shirts making their way to either place so I see them as dressing pretty similar for the most part, just that Stan is a little more grungy.) The only thing Kyle really prefers is that damned green hat his mother hates.

Honestly, at some point when my drawing skills are slightly better I would love to draw my own little versions of all the boys

[thefrenchpressanonguy]

I’m too lazy to draw these, but I still wanna share some random South Park hcs again. Kyle and his family edition ig.

Sheila is 100% the type of parent that buys clothes too big for her kids and says “you’ll grow into them” (also it’s canon that she shops secondhand, so I imagine Kyle has some absolutely fuckass clothes that his mom has bought him that he keeps at the very back of his closet cause no way in hell is he gonna wear them, but he can’t get rid of them because his mom bought it for him)

Adding onto that, Ike’s closet is full of hand-me-downs from Kyle.

Dyspraxia Kyle. My reasoning is, fuck you I don’t need a reason 😎😎 (but srsly I got the idea from that one ep where he was terrible at dancing)

Now just a buncha hcs that I enjoy:

- Chubby Kyle (its just so cute)

- Short Kyle (again, cute. But, also, short as a kid, really tall as an adult!!)

- Germaphobe/ocd Kyle (real)

- Trans Kyle (I just like any trans hc, cause 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️. But also, Cartman’s gag of saying Kyle has sand in his vagina then has a whole other meaning/reasoning behind it that is perfect for angst imo. Like, Cartman somehow being the only one who knows and he’s holding it over Kyle’s head??? The drama possibilities)

[lesliemeyers]

this came to me in a dream

[up-side-in-side-out]

Gerald has a favorite son, and his name is NOT Kyle

This one goes out to you @rilu-artblog

Your comics are so funny I wanted to give you a comic for the art trade :-) sorry for making Gerald lowkey evil in this one 😿 hope you still enjoy!

[sp-by-april]

you have time, I have a request! (mainly for Kyle but) could you make the main four reacting to f!reader moaning while getting a back/shoulder massage? If you do, I’ll literally give you my soul

Plz and thank you

Ooh, okay! This was an interesting one! I got a little smutty with this but didn't go too wild because I wasn't sure if that's what you were looking for.... But I can do a very smutty part two if you want! 💖

💚 Kyle starts out clinically, like he's reading WebMD in his head. He genuinely wants to help.

Starts out focused, responsible, very therapeutic pressure only.

You moan once. A soft, involuntary sigh. His hands freeze like he just committed a felony.

His hands slow down, and his voice gets low: "Yeah? Right there?" and then he's unclasping your bra,

If you squirm a little under the pressure, his mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile. "Don't move. I'm not done with you yet,"

The second you're moaning and praising him, he's practically shaking with restraint.

He starts like a boy scout and finishes like he's thinking about knocking you up. Because he is.

💙 Stan thought he was doing this platonically. For about ten seconds.

"Your skin's soft. Is that weird? Sorry. You're just really... Wow, okay. I'll shut up,"

Realizes he's touching your bare shoulders and short-circuits.

He keeps his voice low and soothing, like he's narrating a sleep meditation.

Will rest his chin lightly on the top of your head and/or your shoulder without asking.

You lean into him once and he almost starts humming without realizing it.

He whispers "You okay?" in your ear as if he didn't just get hard from rubbing circles between your shoulder blades.

🧡 Kenny is 30% massage therapist, 70% whore. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles like he's about to fix your life and ruin it in the same 20 minute time span.

He lives for how you react under him. Tiny gasps, shivers, the way your shoulders move. He's watching for it.

And yeah, he's definitely hard as fuck the whole damn time.

It's not a massage, it's foreplay. He's smug, skilled, and weaponizes tension for maximum tease.

💔 Cartman insists he's doing you a favor, but he really just wants an excuse to get his hands on you.

Complains the whole time but still makes you lay down while he sits on your thighs so he can "reach better,"

"You're gonna owe me. Big time. Like buying me cheese fries and sucking me off big,"

But he doesn't suck at it. He's weirdly good with his hands.

He won't admit it, but the second you go soft and trust him, he's melting. He'll be like, "Does that feel good? Like, for real?"

[fwaneepy]

the sillies!!!!

[momongasshop]

SP characters with a Reader that is sensitive/soft-hearted<3

Stan❤️:

• Also considers himself to be soft-hearted at times, so he isn’t one to hold it against you too much, but if you’re too sensitive to the point you take everything, even light-hearted jokes, too seriously, he might become a little frustrated with you

• He will not ever tell you upfront that your sensitivity or soft-hearted nature frustrates him, but if you ask what is upsetting him, he will tell you, very reluctantly, though (He doesn’t hate this personality trait of yours, but he can find it annoying or frustrating depending on what is going on)

• There was once a time he brought you around his friends, and Cartman upset you to the point you cried; never again will he bring you around the guys if Cartman is there

• Even when your sensitivity can be “too much” for him, he really does appreciate how in tune with your feelings you are; you both can have deep conversations without him feeling “weak” or “weird” (It will take time for him to open up about certain topics, but at least he is willing to do so)

• Yeah, he is definitely going to go to you about everything that upsets him or makes him feel off, especially if he is upset about his parents or his friends; you just understand him

• Overall, he is right in the middle, not too bad but not the best, BUT at least he puts a lot of trust in you and can learn to appreciate this trait of yours (I mean, looking at his track record, he would go for someone a bit “tougher” so having someone like you might throw him off at first)

Kyle💚:

• He loves, and I mean loves, that you’re a more soft-hearted and sensitive person (He would be into the whole “opposites attract” trope, and plus, his track record is mostly girls who are “softer,” so it makes sense he would be into this personality trait the most out of this whole list)

• If you find a dead bird in your backyard and want to cry about it, he is your guy, he would be the type to try and give you a piece of reality by telling you how it’s the circle of life but also to comfort you and tell you how the bird is probably eating all the birdseed they want in heaven

• His friends are most likely not going to be too hard on you IF Kyle warns them ahead of time that you’re more sensitive and will take certain jokes to heart (Except Cartman, he won’t care, so don’t even think about trying to be buddies with him)

• Will make sure to keep a mental memory of the types of things that upset you or make you uncomfortable, especially if it’s things his friends say or do

• When it comes to getting angry or frustrated at you because of your sensitive/soft-hearted nature, he doesn’t really get angry or frustrated, maybe annoyed, but only if he has been having a bad day or something is already bugging him (Hopefully, you can share a little bit of that sensitivity and show some compassion when it comes to times like that)

• Overall, he is the “best” on this list just because he probably pursued you for this softness/sensitive nature you have

Cartman💛:

• Honestly, he is not the kindest person, but he isn’t a complete dickhead (Well, kinda); he likes you for a reason, and that reason is your soft heart; who knew he would be into the opposites attract troupe as well

• Is he going to make fun of you, yes, will let other people make fun of you; absolutely not; he is the type to be like, “You’re such a pussy, stop acting like that,” and if anyone agrees, he is coming for their throat (Bullying you is only cool if it’s him doing it)

• He is more sensitive than he lets on, even if it’s mostly for manipulation purposes; he will at least acknowledge your ways are different than his and possibly open up to you; most of his stories are not sad or deep; most are just confessions of his crimes (Hehe like the chili incident)

• Definitely going to get frustrated with you and sometimes gets angry and call you a “pussy” or a “whiny bitch”, but he will bring you sweets or a drink of your choice to make it up to you, and maybe if he thinks he hurt your feelings really bad, he will give you a hug

• Speaking of hurting your feelings, he is going to do that on more than one occasion, but with time, he will learn what tics you off and what doesn’t, maybe he will be nice, but maybe he will use what makes you upset against you so he can get his way, who really knows it’s Cartman

• Overall, he is the worst on this list when it comes to having a reader that is soft-hearted or sensitive; hopefully, you’re into mean dudes, though, because if so, he is perfect for you (Sorry if this dragged Cartman, but let’s be real, he would want someone who is a carbon copy of himself)

Kenny🧡:

• If he can deal with Butters and Cartman, he can deal with you but may find you annoying sometimes, especially if it’s something simple upsetting you (This is meant to be in the nicest way possible; being sensitive and soft-hearted is not a bad trait to him) 

• He doesn’t even attempt to talk about you to his friends; instead, he will keep everything more private, mostly because he doesn’t want Cartman to pick on you

• Will love it when you want to know more about him; his own friends don’t even bother to really listen about his likes and dislikes and other personal details about his life, so to have someone be interested in him means a lot

• When he died in front of you for the first time, it ruined you, but then you saw him the next morning, hmm how strange, maybe you’re just imagining things (Maybe it was fate your two were supposed to be together for this reason, how sweet)

• Because of how you can remember him dying, he will definitely be more open with you and even talk about how he has died in the past and how almost everyone doesn’t remember; it’s almost therapeutic for him and probably means a lot that he can finally get all of it off his chest

• Overall, he is one of the better ones when it comes to being with a sensitive/soft-hearted reader; he really does care for you and is willing to adapt to your softer nature

Butters🩵:

• Another KINDA-sensitive dude, he does hang around Cartman, though, and is easily manipulated, so the first time he sees you getting overly sensitive or “too soft,” he might poke fun at you with a bad joke

• BUT will definitely say he is sorry and try to make it up to you with a small gift or do you a favor if he hurts your feelings more than he anticipated

• You also have to get used to Butters and his trauma dumping, which is usually when he shows his sensitivity and vulnerability the most, but Butters is more open with this trait of his; it’s not that he wants everyone to know his business, it just slips out (BUT with your sensitive ass you will be all up on him asking if he needs anything or if he wants to talk, you might even shed a few tears if he tells you the worst his parents have done to him)

• Speaking of Butters parents, they probably really like you and think you’re a much better influence on him than his usual friends, but (There is always a but) they might think you’re rubbing off on him if he acts too soft and encourage him to be more manly

• He never gets overly angry with you, maybe a little frustrated at times, but only if you’re sad or overwhelmed for what seems like no reason

• Overall, he is pretty good, but the comments from his parents, Cartman, and even his own insecurities might keep him from welcoming you fully (Don’t worry, though; he will eventually come around and learn to enjoy your softness)

[dollyyss]

I FELL INLOVE WITH THE KYLE FIC OMG??? OK OK WHAT ABOUT THIS.

the main gang with an S/O that is like, VERY VERY SNUG/TIGHT, like unnaturally tight (but not negatively ;)). Also a virgin, like the biggest virgin out there, completely oblivious to stuff like that and super sensitive to touch in general, talking just a graze of fingertips might gain a small whine. I'm thinking maybe a correct adjective for this would be just the classic virgin reader + the things listed. AAAAA FEEL FREE TO DO THIS DEPENDING ON HOW YOU HAVE ENERGY I KNOW UR SICK😭🙏

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..sigh you just love to do things to my brain don’t you anon.. WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME- NEOCIE IM GONNA GO FERAL RAWR RAWR RAWR jk I’m such a sweet girl, I’m an angel I would never. Tehehe. And I’m sick so I’m an even more touchy just brain melty mood.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Kyle’s gang + butters with virgin reader!

Established relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and butters 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/ NSFW, some degrading

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

“Just like that holy fuck.. you’re so good for me.” Kyle let out a low moan, his head leaned far into his pillow whilst you slowly rode him. “That’s it baby, slowly, don’t look away, keep looking at me, that’s it. Keep watching me baby” his hands held either side of your face in an attempt to keep you with him, to keep you from looking away from him. Your legs shook on either side of his waist, your hands covering your face as you helplessly rutted against Kyle. You practically sucked him in earning groans and whimpers from the lanky gingers lips. “Fuck you’re tight.” He couldn’t hold back anymore, not with the way you gripped so tightly around him, not when he was trying to pull out to slam back in. No you gripped so tight he couldn’t even pull out. It was enough for him to grip onto the sides of your face harder, pulling you down so your forehead rested on his and he snapped his hips up into a ruthless pace.

- He’s a sweet boyfriend. He’s just a sweet guy in general. So when you tell him you’re a virgin he of course would never ever judge you for it.

-what he didn’t know was everything he did could basically make you drip on the spot, and majority of the time it’s shit he doesn’t even think of. He’s sitting with you in a restaurant with Stan and the rest, he softly touches your thigh, opening it to drag you closer to him. He doesn’t think a thing of it until you let out a squeak. Everyone raises their brows, Kyle looking at you when he feels your thighs squeezing his hand. Ahh.. you were sensitive too.

-“have you.. ever touched yourself..?” He asks curiously before feeling you shove his shoulder “Kyle broflovski!” “What? Sorry, I’m sorry. I just. Wanted to know” there was silence before you slowly nodded. He thought for a moment “has anyone else ever touched you?” He questioned again, watching as you shook your head side to side looking at him with big doe eyes. Your hands placed between your thighs. He softly bit his bottom lip, watching your body gently rock back and forth at the thought “do you.. want to be touched?” He slowly scoots closer to you, watching as you slowly lay back on his parents couch, his hands coming to tease the hem of your pants.

-he goes so god damn dumb when you grip him. He doesn’t know how to act. It’s like his brain shuts off and he goes into auto pilot. He’s usually gentle but fuck when he feels you grip so tightly, tight enough that you can feel almost every curve and vein littering his cock, he’s biting your shoulders and slamming into you. He’s swearing, panting. He’s so fuck drunk he doesn’t know what to do.

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

Panting. He’s a panting mess. He tries to form words but he’s so focused on trying to find a deeper angle, trying so desperately to feel you tighten even more then you already were. Your finger nails dig into his raven locks watching as your feet bounce due to your legs being locked around his waist. He was slightly hunched over, his hands on your ass to lift the bottom half of your body off your bed by a couple centimetres, his face buried in your hair while he lets out pleasurable grunts. “Stan!” Your lips spewing his name made him open his watery eyes, lips immediately coming to your ear. “I know, I know. I’m right here.” His hips snap as he slowly sits up, his member pulling out but with a struggle, his tip being the only thing remaining in your gushing warmth. “Can you take some more for me? Hm? Think you could do that?” When he watches you nod he gently takes your legs from his waist and pushes them against your chest, finding himself thrusting deeper at the new angle, your walls clenching so god damn good.

-“virgin? Really.. you? Are a virgin?” He almost doesn’t believe you because to him he can’t see how someone like you could be one. He’d thought everybody would be all over you. But he would admit he was proud to be the one to take it from you. He’s kinda dumb. So he doesn’t catch on. He just thinks you innocence is just, well how you are. But no.. no it’s for many reasons.

-he guides you 100%, you might actually make him a bit nervous because he doesn’t want to ruin this for you. He doesn’t want to take your purity away in such a vile way, he actually wants to make sure it goes exactly how you want. Tell him and he’ll do it. “You’ve got it babe”

-like I said Stan is a little dumb from time to time so he just doesn’t understand why you can’t sit still on his lap. He doesn’t get why your legs are practically shaking and stuttering against him when his large calloused hands come to hold at your hips. Maybe he’s not dumb he’s just, oblivious. He’s noticed that when he sweeps the hair from your neck to the other side you shudder, gripping onto his arm. “Are you? Are you good?”

-when he finds out the reason for it being you were a virgin he kinda.. likes it. He likes that he can be the one to make you act like that, how a single touch from him could have your legs open for him. Of course he takes is time with you. But he does enjoy teasing you from time to time.

-.. the first time you give him a handjob he’s definitely staring at you. He’s on the couch because his parents aren’t home. So what a perfect spot to do so. Your hands pump his cock so well while you partially hide your face, turning it the other way. His arms are resting on the head of the couch, one hand coming to turn your head so close to his you can feel his breath. “Don’t shy away from me..” his eyes are on you, nose pressed to your cheek as you pump him faster, you bottom lip tugged harshly under your teeth.

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

“Mm I think you can take more sweet thing.. shhh I don’t wanna hear another word. You lay and look pretty for me yeah?” Kenny’s pace was torturous as it was; but having him grip onto his headboard, and pushing you further into his sheets was enough to make you clench harder around him. He shivered, his smile growing wide enough to expose the missing tooth on the right side further back. “Kenny please! I can’t do it.. I-i can’t take much more” you pushed at his lower stomach, still your grip around him was hard for him to pull out, pulling out would mean feeling every inch of his cock and that alone was pleasurable enough to send you to your edge. “Awh the poor baby, that’s a shame isn’t it, cuz you are” he was quick to take your jaw in his hands, pounding into you, his other hand pushing down on your shoulder to keep you from squirming. “Fuck I love the way you clench around me, like you don’t want me to leave” he cooed at you. Feeling yours fingers scratch and grip at his sides and lower stomach once more.

-he’s a horndog. So finding out you’re a virgin? “SCORE” he’s jumping over the moon for joy! Really it’s nothing to be so happy about, so giddy, but he’s just more or so happy it gets to be him that shows you everything.

-he’s probably one to tease tremendously until you finally lose your virginity to him. He likes watching you twitch and squirm at every touch he gives, but he makes sure his touches are extra touchy. He’ll walk behind you to grab your chest, when your making out his tongue is tracing your collarbones all the way down to the hem of your underwear. He wants you to feel like it’s about to happen but he’ll keep you waiting just a little longer.

-he’s probably gotten you to hump his leg. I’m not kidding. He was sitting on his bed, watching you walk around a little too tempting for him. He wasn’t exactly ready to do things to you quite yet, and he didn’t want to force you but when you ended up on his floor, sitting on his foot to try and get off. That shit eating grin never left his face. “Where did that pretty little innocence go hm?” “Kenny.. s-stop it’s not funny”

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

“You’re so pathetic.” cartman pulled out, before pushing himself back in further “squeezing and gripping my cock like you don’t want me to stop.” He repeated slowly pulling out before pushing back in. “You go so dumb for my cock you can’t help but clench onto me huh? You silly little thing” who knew Eric cartman was also a teasing little shit even in bed. You. You did. Your hands held onto his shoulders, your feet planted on his bed, knees up and shaking as he worked his way to a somewhat quicker pace. He kept his thrusts short but he was deep. Both due to him and you pulling in him each time he tried to pull back a bit. “Eric, m-mm~” he cocked a brow stopping for a moment before looking at you fully. “Go on, say it, I won’t move until you do” your eyes shot open “mmm- more I want more please” he chuckled gently “you greedy bitch, I’m giving you so much and you want more” he listened though, he gave you what you wanted. He always did in the end.

- “pfft. Fucking virgin” he was too. So don’t let him get to you. Is he going to tell you that? Fuck no. Do you know? Yeah most likely I mean it’s cartman he’s lucky he even landed you. “Cartman shut up. That’s fucking rude and it’s not funny” you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.. hmm” you shot him a glare. “Cartman.” He placed his fingertips to his lips “it’s just.. a little funny” he pinched his fingers together to make a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. “I hate you.”

- a fucking tease, like Kenny he uses it to his full fucking advantage. He’ll tease the fuck out of you but just won’t give you want you want. You want him to take your virginity and baby he will. He just wants to get you all pent up, hot and bothered.

-from time to time, when things feel like they’re getting closer, and both of you are practically undressed his tip is teasing at your entrance, slowly circling before he stops for a moment, “hm, I don’t know, I’m feeling a little *yawn* sleepy yknow?” He smirks before laying down on his back watching as you look wet and dumbfounded, legs slowly closing as you sit up. “What the hell Eric..” he looks at you. “You could, suck me off? How does that sound?” You roll your eyes lowering your head at his commend. Don’t worry.. he’ll do it. He just likes to tease you to the very edge, to where you think you’ll get it.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

“P-please I won’t last much longer if y-you keep doing that..” butters stutters his words. He has you in a mating press, his legs surprisingly keeping him up, as he slams back down repeatedly. “I’m sorry baby.. I-i can’t he-help it oh my god~” your hands run through his hair, his head lowered towards yours as his lips try to reach your own. You clenched around him each time he pushed in. And god did he love watching himself pull out to watch you grip, your juices coating his member. And when you were left empty he watched as you pulsate trying desperately to find him. The look of it.. fuck he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but to give your tight fit exactly what it wanted “ahh~ lord.. I’m so close~” he whispered against your lips. He knew if his parents seen him now he’d be grounded for god knows how long but Jesus you drove him crazy the way you sucked him back in.

-“virgin? Well that’s alright darlin! Me too! We can learn together!” What he doesn’t know is you’ll have him sucked in, he can’t escape. Not that’s it’s bad. But he becomes addicted. Ever since the you told him, all he’s had on his mind is you gripping him so tightly, your warmth and softness. He’s like a rabid little bunny. But he does keep it to himself, he wants to be gentle with you, sweet and attentive the very first time. You both wanna make sure the other is comfortable.

-he finds it cute when he touches you and you practically moan. Because.. he does the same thing. You touch the back of his neck? He’s shuddering and moaning at the way your fingertips softly lingered. He loves when you you lay him down on his bed, lifting his shirt to kiss around his belly button, your lips lingering against his slight bright blonde happy trail. And he does the same to you, his lips tracing every inch of your body until he reaches between your thighs “mmm.. can I?” He asks gently “well I’ve never done this before so if it’s bad.. I’m sorry” he looks up at your with puppy dog eyes, making sure you know he’s just never done this. When you give the okay, he gentle.. but he can’t help himself when he tastes you, he’s immediately got your legs over his shoulders, and he’s making you squirm and scream. He’s very proud of himself. He’s not much of a tease but he tries to when he gets in the mood

“Well don’t you look awfully pretty” he mutters in your ear, watching the blush creep onto your cheek and you squirm in the place you sat. He’s not the greatest at teasing but hey he tries. And he makes sure you both learn one step at a time.

-but once he’s had it once…. There ain’t no going back. He’s like a wild dog off its leash.

Im sick.. and I’m feeling.. in the mood. I love them. I want them.

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

Friends w/ Benefits !!

- with the South Park Boys / x Reader

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Author’s Note ;

Sup, so I decided on making multiple little scenarios and ideas of what I think would happen if you were in a FWB relationship with these dudes. Trust me, it’s going to get spicy and interesting. And if you’re looking for that, you’ve come to the right place. Keep in mind, the characters are all going to be in their college years so they will be 18+. Not trying to have them in elementary. And if you’re near that age, get out of here kid, this is definitely not for you.

Before I make this too long, I’m going to end this here. Enjoy, tread carefully, I’ll add warnings about what’s in there and details so check that out before you dive too far in. Unless you’re a veteran. HAHAHA

P.S, I didn’t add in Cartman because I’m an AVID hater, I’m sorry in advance! But, I did add somebody I adore: Craig! Although, it’s kinda gay, but that’s for the boys or transmascs. Y’know, I gotta provide!

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Point of View : First P.O.V.

Character’s in here : Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, and Craig Tucker.

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#1 ; Stan Marsh

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Fem!Dom | Masc!Sub

What’s in here : Mentions of throwing-up (obviously), dom fem reader, edging, and drunk oral sex.

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- Phew, this dude will take FOREVER before he comes around to this idea.

- I feel like this would be the case of not trying to move too fast into a relationship because let’s be honest, he’s going to want to end up being with you.

- He’ll have met you during class when assigned a project with you. A bit cliché, but do you think he’d really have the guts to randomly walk up to you?

- You’d end up in conversations with him because of the constant pairing together and this helped the both of you find out you had similar interests. He loved the same genre of music, had the same sense of humor, and made you laugh half of the time because of his stupid jokes.

- Eventually, Stan tried to see you whenever he was free and his friends weren’t tagging behind. A lot of this was during your walk to classes.

- He’d have to race to his right after and sometimes even arrived late because of you.

- Wendy was the first to get suspicious of the behavior because it’s her ex after all and she wasn’t done with her constant off-and-on relationship with him.

- They got into a huge fight about it and that ended up putting the idea in Stan’s head instead. (Poor Wendy. Happens to the best of us.)

- Might’ve caused a complete break-up between them.

- First time he didn’t go goth because of it! (Really, it’s because of you.)

- But, that didn’t mean he didn’t drink.

- And that also didn’t include the fact he was beginning to think of you in that way which in turn made him began to avoid you.

- His races to his classes turned into him racing out of the classes he had with you to the bathroom.

- After a couple of weeks of him doing this, you concluded it had to do something with Wendy, but you thought he was distancing himself to get her back.

- The depression hit hard. Despite you having an attraction towards him, you tried to convince yourself you were okay.

- You WEREN’T.

- Neither was he. He had to choose between telling you about his feelings or being an asshole by ditching you to get himself plastered enough so he could forget about it. Mind you, he thought he was deep in the friendzone. To him, telling you the truth was setting himself up for rejection.

- You were both oblivious to each other’s suffering until the two of you were invited to the same party.

- Because you were having such a hard time dealing with the random drift from Stan, you decided to go and feel your best by getting dressed up.

- Alcohol was another convincing factor. Ironic considering that was the same reason why he was going.

- When you arrived at the party, you navigated around and talked with a couple of friends before asking where the drinks were. That’s where you would stumble upon the drunk raven-haired boy with a vodka bottle that had been chugged by him to the very middle.

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Stan laid back against the wall of the kitchen, taking another swig of the vodka he had, and reaching up to slap a hand against the counter when his eyes locked with yours. He slowly lifted himself up, swaying like he was about to collapse any second. “Oh fuck, why’d you have to be here? I think I’m going to be sick,” he covered his mouth while loudly exclaiming that, turning to the side as if he was retching.

You automatically looked offended, your face scrunching up before you reared a hand back and slapped him across the cheek. HARD. That knocked the sense back into him because his eyes went wide and he quickly went to explaining himself, “Ow! OW! Hey, wait! No- *gag* It’s not because you’re terrible or anything! It’s cause-”

He couldn’t finish as once he looked down at your outfit, he sprawled straight for the sink, and puked his brains out. That’s when it clicked in your head. Stan threw up whenever he liked someone.

You stared at the bottle he held, freaking out in your thoughts about the situation, and going for it anyway. It wasn’t hard to take it out of his hold as he was focused on getting all the sick out of himself.

Taking a huge chug of the vodka, you coughed and sputtered when swallowing, wiping the sides of your mouth before grabbing the back of Stan’s shirt. He was dragged upstairs while you were finishing the rest of what was left, throwing the bottle on the floor afterward.

He slurred out what he was trying to say earlier as you both ascended to the next floor, “I’m not disgusted by you.! I like-” But, once again, he was cut off by another rise of bile up his throat. Right when you passed by the bathroom, he pulled away from you, making you follow with him before he toppled over the side of the tub to let it out.

“Jesus Christ, Stan. What is wrong with you?” You asked, concerned for his well-being at this point. He leaned his head to the side, spitting the rest, and turning on the shower to wash it away. Then he got up with a wobble. For the third time, he continued to try and explain, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just trying to tell you that I don’t get sick because I think you’re nasty. I’ve been trying to tell you that I think you’re-”

His face began to scrunch up and that’s when you stepped in, saying it for him with a yell, “I KNOW! I know, Marsh! I know you like me! I like you just as much, you don’t have to say it, you don’t have to acknowledge anything about this! Just stop and go back to Wendy like you have been!” Backing away, you put your hands up and closed your eyes, worried about the inevitable stream of disgusting stomach acid. But, nothing happened.

Instead, the sound of water met your ears and you opened your eyes to see the boy washing his mouth out. His blue eyes met yours, turning off the faucet, and standing back up to clear his throat, “I’ve been trying to say that for weeks now.” It was like a light switch had flipped in his demeanor and he was all of a sudden fine.

Stan continued, sounding a bit raspy because of how much he threw up, “I haven’t talked to Wendy ever since I had walked you to your house. That was the day I realized I… like you.” He hesitated but he managed to say it, looking surprised himself. You paused. It made sense. Around that time, his avoiding started.

There were no words you could give in the moment. You thought this entire time he had been chasing her while in reality, he was hooked on you. Nothing came out and no idea of what to say came to mind. He had officially broke you.

Moving forward slowly, his gaze flickered down to your lips, giving you the signal before leaning into a kiss due to his compulsive and drunk desires. If you weren’t going to tell him anything, he’d get you to respond in another way. Your lips were turning numb along with the rest of your body as you could feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole of a stupor. A part of you was slightly repulsed by the fact he was kissing you after all that happened, but he mostly tasted like the disgusting vodka rather than puke. Which was surprising to say the least.

It didn’t lead to a make-out as you moved to your knees instead, closing the bathroom door behind you, and hearing him lock it with a shaky voice following after, “Fuck, wait, I don’t want to end up getting sick on you. I’ve barely been able to get past a kiss, let alone a touch there. I don’t know if I could handle this.” He rambled and rambled while you unbuttoned his jeans, feeling his dick progressively getting hard already.

A sharp gasp left him when your fingers brushed passed it through his boxers, causing him to hold his breath while still trying to get through to you, “Seriously, [Y/N], I might throw up again!” You sighed and stood back up after his second warning, placing your hand on his chest to ease him down onto the toilet seat. He sat upright, his eyebrows knitted together as you finally responded, “If you do, aim for the tub or sink. I get horny when drunk and I don’t think I want to stop any time soon, Stanley.”

You went right back to getting on your knees in front of him and wrapped your hand around his shaft to jerk it off through the fabric, seeing a small dot of pre-cum began to form around where his tip was. He could feel the warm nauseating feeling travel up his esophagus, making him panic, and move his head to the side to avoid getting it on her while you traveled to get his underwear off of him. Wendy had never done something like this to him before. As soon as he vomited around her, she was quick to lose her appetite for it.

This was different. He felt himself bare and exposed after you succeeded in getting his lower clothes down to his knees. And this was the point where he was feeling it fill his cheeks, he tried to suppress it as much as he could, swallowing it and enduring it. It was like his body was going through an anxiety attack and all it was doing was constantly sending him in this cycle of emptying his stomach because of simple things he should be allowed to do as a man.

He didn’t have an answer to what was wrong with him, but what he did know was that it pissed him the fuck off. Regaining his strength, his hand reached up to your head and he requested something directly to you for the first time without one slightest hesitation, “Please, just keep encouraging me beautiful… and can you keep calling me by my- uh- full name?”

You gave his flushed pink tip kisses, swiping your tongue slowly across it before obliging to his ask while pumping his dick with one hand, “You’re doing an amazing job, Stanley. I’m so proud of you… Is that what you wanted? Does that make you feel good, my handsome boy?” A sly smirk spread onto her face as she looked up to see his shocked expression, wrapping her entire mouth around him and hollowing her cheeks.

Never in a million years would he think that a girl would hit dead on the spot of what he needed, jolts of pleasure running through his legs and lower stomach at the comments. Butterflies plagued him rather than nausea. And what he had been waiting for was happening, he was relaxing into a blowjob.

His hands went for her hair immediately to lace his fingers in between whatever he could, gripping it gently while the relief showed through his half-lidded eyes and his happy pants. Stan let out a choked moan along with an excited but still cracking voice, “I don’t feel.. it! God, this is.. actually amazing… Please, please don’t stop… Keep going, [Y/N]!”

Bobbing your head up and down patiently, you picked up your pace minute by minute, watching as the boy lost it at the feeling. You were too good to him. Your suction on him was tight and you made sure your cheeks were pressed up against your teeth just enough to create the best possible experience for him.

Stan’s chin tilted up to the ceiling while curses spilled, “Fuck, fuck, why do you… have to feel so good?” You could see veins popping around his neck and his Adam’s apple moving up and down from the noises escaping him. His legs were starting to move inward towards themselves, knees about to touch, and his dick was beginning to throb in your mouth. You knew what this meant right away.

“I’m not going to be able to make it for that long if you feel this amazing, god damn it,” he choked out, his fingers digging into your scalp, but not on purpose. To solve this, you popped your mouth off of him and decided to use the time for his cool down to catch your breath.

He looked at you, confused and flustered, his dick inches away from your face. It was twitching and the pre-cum kept leaking because of how pent up he was. You snickered, “I thought you were going to get sick on me? Am I the first one you haven’t vomited on?”

Staring at you for a moment while catching his breath too, he fixed his messy hair, and shakily replied, “Yeah, technically.” You raised your eyebrows before smiling bashfully like that was a compliment. And maybe it was. But, you shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.

Returning back to the activity at hand, you littered the sides of him with kisses, turning your focus to the veins wrapping around it which received a lot of feedback from him. “Woah, woah! Straight to it, huh?” His groans were amplified. It was like he got ten times more sensitive because you edged him.

It didn’t take much of you going back to sucking him to cause his orgasm rushing back. He was teetering on the edge, using the counter and anything else that he could grab on to vent by digging his fingernails into them.

Tears brimmed his eyes and he didn’t want to tell you that he was near, but he also didn’t want you to have a risk of choking. So, he confessed again, “I’m going to! I’m going to, you can stop…” He didn’t know why you were teasing him like this. But, for some reason, he enjoyed it too.

This time, you didn’t pull away. You picked up your pace instead. And that made him nearly knock off everything on the counter. He instinctively stood up, grabbing your head, and in the last final minute he had your mouth wrapped around him; he fucked hard into your throat and let out the cum he had been penting up since the last time he got to interact with you.

The groans that left him were loud and breathy, his eyes almost closing from how tired he got because of the amount of alcohol that was in his system. You were swallowing as much as you could to keep yourself from possibly throwing up yourself due to choking.

Eventually, every bit was dumped out of him and he pulled you off to let you breathe. You gasped for air and glared at him. Stan realizing what he did then and apologizing right away, “Oh crap, I didn’t mean to do that! I was trying to be careful, I’m so sorry!”

Proceeding to apologize to you for the rest of the night after that, the two of you had returned to walking each other home, feeling a long in your heart to remain by each other’s sides when you had to return to your separate dorm rooms. One thing was for certain though. You and Stan were going to have a lot of secrets that the title friends could only cover.

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#2 ; Kyle Broflovski

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Vanilla-esque.

What's in here : Slow sex, slightly experienced Kyle, and facial ejaculation.

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- Oh no. Here we go. Now, Kyle, he’s a different story when it comes to getting into a friendship like this.

- He’d probably be easier to convince than Stan, but that’s if you were direct and honest with him.

- You’d have to be somewhat close with him enough to get to that conversation so I would say about five months into meeting him through mutual friends at the lunch tables. At some point, both of you would come across each other and have an in-depth conversation.

- He’s a sucker for intellectual people so once you’re bringing up your collections of books and the fact you make regular visits to the library, this guy’s interest shoots through the roof.

- Eventually, you’re the only thing he starts talking about with his friends and they all start to notice him drifting off in daydreams during class.

- This was about a couple of weeks into the friendship.

- The nerd just couldn’t stop eyeballing you. It didn’t help that he really admired your style and the way you dressed as well.

- Stan pulled him to the side one day to have a talk with him about you and he managed to convince the curly redhead to ask you to hangout at his place.

- The idea was that he was going to watch a whole marathon of Harry Potter movies with you considering the two of you were huge fans of the series.

- You were immediately down as soon as he asked. If anything, you were cheering to yourself about it.

- Now, you could put your plan in action.

- The truth was that you had thought of the Broflovski in many ways that would be considered beyond unholy.

- And the fact his parents were going out for the weekend you were coming over too did not help the ideas popping up in your head.

- When it came upon the day you were coming over, you decided to put on your sexiest outfit yet.

- A short tennis skirt, a laced spaghetti-strapped crop top, and a pair of thigh highs was enough to do the trick.

- You arrived at his place a couple of minutes early but just enough to where you didn’t look crazy, secretly wearing nothing underneath on purpose for him.

- He had paid Stan to babysit Ike for him that day too.

- You were not the only one plagued with not-so-innocent thoughts the entire week leading up to it. Kyle had some things planned out in his head as well. Technically, a mutual agreement without saying a word.

- Kyle was fast in opening the door for you and once he saw what you were in, the red on his face was more than visible.

- Obviously, he couldn’t hide the fact he was staring and definitely interested in the sight you were giving him.

- He locked every lock on that door as soon as you got inside.

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You hopped onto his couch the moment the warmth of the house enveloped you, causing you to sigh in content. The freezing temperatures of South Park made it impossible for a girl to get pretty but you weren’t letting that stop you. Your eyes landed back on Kyle who was dressed in a green long sleeve and brown pants.

His outfit was super cute, less risqué than yours, however, that did not matter. He still looked like a snack to you. And you were already willing to lunge for him. But, you kept your distance. For now.

The boy sat next to you and relaxed into the cushions along with, being the one to break the silence by complimenting what you were wearing, “I swear, you choose outfits that fit you too well sometimes.” Benefits of talking to a guy with brains was the way they word things. “You’re not helping my barely growing teenage brain here,” he added on as a joke. A part of you knew that he wasn’t entirely bluffing though.

This was proven when you glanced down at his lap to check if there was a sign and sure enough, a rising tent had appeared.

Kyle, quick to notice things, saw that you had peeked and grabbed for a pillow to sit it over his crotch. Embarrassed that he didn’t think of doing that as soon as his mind went south.

But, you weren’t going to ignore that. You couldn’t. Your eagerness was too much for you and the heat between your legs was screaming for you to get to moving. So, you huffed out, “I don’t think I want to help. I’m here for encouragement…” While scooting yourself to replace the pillow on his lap with your ass instead.

He tensed up, sucking a breath in, and using his hands to grip your hips. You could feel his boner poking your inner thigh, about to brush the spot you wanted it to the most which got you even more excited.

Kyle was just as excited, jabbering on as soon as you pressed down into him, “I was hoping you would say that. I didn’t think I could just be friends with you as much as I wouldn’t like to admit that…” His hips bucked upward into you repeatedly, rocking himself into a position where his hard-on could rub against you perfectly. Your eyes widened and a moan slipped out.

The front of his pants was starting to get wet from grinding up into your bare pussy, causing him to notice, and ask, “Are you wearing anything under that?” You shook your head no while biting your lip, moving one of your hands to grab your breast and the other to lift up your skirt.

He watched what you were doing with an aroused look to his green eyes, staring at your chest often. This gave you the idea to strip off your top and throw it to the floor.

What a good idea it was because it made Kyle leap to tug his pants off. His boxers followed with and out sprang his dick, hitting his chest from how hard it got. The freckled boy panted, a blush everywhere on his body, matching the color of his hair. He was unbelievably attractive like this.

You leaned down next to his ear to whisper while grabbing his shaft, “I’ve been wanting you inside me ever since Sophomore year.” Before pushing it inside of you and lowering yourself all the way down until you were sitting right on his v-line.

He shuddered and gripped onto you tightly, digging his head back into the couch from the pleasure that rushed through him at the warm, wet feeling wrapping around.

“You should’ve said something because I would’ve made that come true,” he said. That was the last thing that was spoken as the two of you got lost in sex. You began to bounce on him and he guided you to grind during the process. Your eyes drifting everywhere, going from dazing off at the wall, to looking at him without a single thought in the world other than how good he was making you feel.

Kyle was in the same state. Admiring you by skimming his hands across your sides and using his fingers to play with your nipples. After riding him for a couple of minutes and starting to sweat from the workout it was giving you, he flipped you to rest back onto the armrest.

He slowly rocked his dick into you, pushing into your walls, and digging for spots that made you gasp. His groans ended up being muffled into your neck as he buried himself in the crook of it, kissing against your skin, and creating hickies once he traveled enough.

During his slow fucking, he drifted his thumb over to your clit and rubbed it at a good pace that matched his thrusts. It had you constricting yourself around him until you were a shaking mess, cumming underneath his figure, and riding out the high with him.

The green-eyed boy pulled out when you finished, jerking himself off at a fast speed, and asking politely, “Can you open your mouth and level with it please?” Without hesitation, you lowered yourself to his dick and let him release all over your face.

You stuck your tongue out, feeling the sticky liquid decorate most of it before you swallowed the bit that landed there, looking up at him with a smile.

Both of you had to clean up more than watch movies after that, but that did not matter to you, whatsoever. The only thing that mattered from that point was the next weekend you had to plan with the Broflovski.

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#3 ; Kenny McCormick

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Dom | Fem!Sub

What’s in here : Praise/ degrading kink, lots and lots of positions, public sex, and a creampie.

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- Well, well, well. What most of you’ve been waiting for. The guy that obviously will take no time in making you his fuck buddy!

- It’s pretty obvious that right away he made his intentions clear and he communicated them with no problem.

- And that’s exactly why you were into him.

- Kenny has an eye for girls that like to have a fun time and you happened to be one with a big reputation of rebellion.

- You loved ditching class, hating the kids, the work being too stressful, and all of the above was the reason why.

- And he was often caught back there as well. So, sooner or later, you came across each other on one of your breaks from the shitty school environment and took it together.

- Might have ended up in the mutual agreement of being FWB’s right then and there which lead to you giving the boy his first non-std infected blowjob.

- The thing that had gotten in your way, however, was the fact you had strict parents and this meant you had no way of getting out of the house to meet up with him.

- To make things worse and add the cherry on top, this started around the end of the school year and the both of you ended up having no way to contact each other because of this.

- Those two months for both you and Kenny were perhaps one of the most depressing periods of time in your life.

- After dealing with this, College had started and your parents began to let you have more freedom because you were becoming an adult.

- You were frustrated at the timing, the blonde-haired boy on the back of your mind the entire time they spoke to you about it. And the more you had longed to see him again.

- The first day of College arrived some time later and you had no idea what to expect.

- There was an uneasy feeling. You knew that Kenny wasn’t financially well off and you didn’t know if he was good grade-wise so it left you with the weight of finding out whether or not he was attending.

- Throughout the whole school day, you looked for him, high and low, low and high. Everywhere.

- He wasn’t in any single one of your classes. None of his friends were too. It seemed like all hope was lost and that the inevitable had happened.

- But, before you could end up back in that same pit of sadness, during the walk out of one of your classes to go to another; you passed by the stairs and someone grabbed you.

- Not knowing who it was, you put up a bit of a fight, losing pretty badly considering the person was quite strong, ending up behind the crevice of the stairs anyway.

- When you came face-to-face with the man that dragged you away, you squealed for joy.

- It was, of course, the McCormick.

- Both of you collided into a huge hug and stayed there for a while, cherishing each other’s warmth and smell.

- He’ll always have that faint smell of weed on him, but, it made him hotter in a way.

- It didn’t take long for the hug to turn into an elated talk.

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“Where have you been? How has life been treating you, Ken?” You asked while shoving his arm playfully, tilting your head to the side. He smirked at your behavior, finding it cute, before responding casually, “Honestly, it could be better. But, I’ve been doing okay. Now, that I’m getting to see my smokin’ hot babe again though, I think it’s more than great!” His nickname that he gave you made you crack up and blush at the same time.

Laughing along with you, he repeated the question, aiming it toward you this time. Your expression quickly dropped for a minute and when you remembered that he could pick up on that, you tried to play it off, “Oh, yeah! Uh, I’ve been okay too. Just been working my ass off in keeping my room clean so my parents won’t take my phone for the millionth time.”

A sigh left him hearing that and he clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head side to side while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Still dealing with them? Damn, I’m all for parents making sure their kids are doing what they’re supposed to and actually taking care of em’, but, when you’re practically shoving your nose in their ass, that’s a problem,” he complained.

You agreed, “Tell me about it.” Rolling your eyes, you copied his body language by leaning too. Having dealt with them being this way since twelve, he didn’t even know half of it.

Silence began to fall onto your ears as Kenny opted for staring at you other than continue the conversation, his blue eyes scanning down your body, ultimately going for his perverted tendencies by lingering on your breasts a little too long. You snickered in response to this, “Really? You’re going to stare? You know you have hands, right pretty boy?”

Teasing him was just what you needed to do to make him budge as the McCormick turned to pin you to the wall, leaning down to get to your eye level. He gave you a small, soft kiss on the lips before pulling away to began lifting your shirt up above your head with a retort, “You should watch what you’re saying or else you’re going to end up being humiliated in front of a whole bunch of people, [Y/N].” So, he was saying your name now?

You decided you wanted to see if he would go that far by testing him, snaking your hand up to his waistband before shoving it inside of his pants without any struggle. Starting to rub him through his boxers right away, Kenny let out a grunt and pressed his forehead against yours while his brows furrowed.

Your voice lowered only for him to hear what you were telling him, “Do it. Fuck me so hard that everybody will know who’s screwing me that good.” His breath got shaky at that and you felt his cock throb in your hold.

He started tugging at his pants, bringing them down to his ankles along with his underwear from how eager he was after hearing what you said. A feeling of regret haunted you for a second when you glanced at the size of him, forgetting how huge he was until you got to see it in front of you.

But, that was overshadowed by how horny it also made you. Your own shorts were being thrown to the ground with the rest of the clothes. Eventually, leaving you both naked in front of each other.

Kenny was the quickest into getting in action, massaging your tits with both of his hands while moving his mouth to latch onto your neck. He made a couple of hickies working his way to your collarbone, running his fingers from your nipple to what’s in between your legs to rub your clit in circles for a minute.

Getting bored with this, he switched it up by continuously kissing lower and lower. Still sucking on certain spots to get it to bruise. He was marking you up and you were enjoying every single one. You moaned softly, trying to keep quiet, but loud enough for him to hear. After all, you didn’t want to actually get spotted doing this with him and end up expelled.

When he got to your pussy, his arms slid into the crevices of your thighs before he lifted both of them, spreading them across the wall. Then his mouth put all of the attention onto it.

Kenny licked your folds repeatedly at first to get a taste of your juices, gliding his tongue over your sensitive bud, and swirling it in a pattern to get you to make more noises for him. You were restless, grinding up into his face, and tugging onto his hair the moment he got to flicking side-to-side.

He went at it for a couple, causing you to cover your mouth midway through because of how much your voice was raising. It felt amazing. Like you were floating from how good his technique was.

Covering you with his spit from how messy he ate you out, you jutted your hips up and began to grind on his face. Around his mouth was a mess, spreading to his nose, and cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes the whole time he did it and switched to sucking your clit for the finale.

The blonde-haired boy got you to cum from that alone. Letting you roll on him like he was your new personal chair and smother his head with your thighs until pure bliss was the one thing showing in his expression.

Your juices spilled onto him, some landing where his dick was which worked out for lubrication in the long run. He stood back up, glistening in the sun from all the wetness, telling you with a smooth tone, “Turn around for me and put that ass up, baby.”

With shaky legs from the orgasm you had, you did what he said and bent over, your cheek pressed up on the cold bumpy surface. “Look at that… You’re being such a good little whore for your best friend,” Kenny cooed while grabbing your head and pushing you up against it; positioning himself with your entrance and sliding in easily. The both of you moaned out in satisfaction.

You had been waiting for him to do this to you for so long. And it didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. In fact, the big size and girth gave you the feeling of being full.

He sent loud slaps through the wall once he rammed his first set of thrusts into you, being fucked aggressively in doggy style despite you not being far from your peers and a death sentence from your parents.

The wet sounds mixing along with it didn’t help. And you were so sensitive that it made it impossible for you to hold your breath. The whining, yelps, and panting all at a high enough pitch that it was beginning to echo. You were going to get caught if he didn’t finish soon. Both of you would. But, for some reason, that didn’t sound as threatening as it should.

Your sense of danger was dulled from how hard he was railing you. And how turned on you were from it. Like he had molded you into being stupid for the time being.

You raked your nails on the wall and arched your back more, pleading out to him, “Faster, Kenny! Please, hurry up… I don’t want to get in trouble!” He paused as if he wasn’t expecting to hear that, but responded once it registered, “Okay, though you asked for this…”

Quickening his pace, your eyes shut and you used your hand to muffle yourself by biting onto it, crying out from his dick practically reaching into your stomach. He groaned, watching the display for himself to memorize, and slightly impressed at how dirty this hook-up was. You were going to be his favorite, for sure.

His end began to near around the time the bell was about to ring again, people about to fill the halls any second now while you’re being pummeled by the biggest pervert in school. You murmured curses quietly, feeling him grab both of your wrists while chasing his high as fast as he could. Tears left your eyes when Kenny finally reached it.

He didn’t pull out. Instead, he fucked his jizz inside of you and pumped every last drop he could. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s right… Take as much as you fucking can.” His dirty words were like music to your ears and the way his cum filled you to the brim made you hum. Drool dripping down the side of your mouth from how out of it you were.

Although, he was put in a tricky situation considering you could no longer walk and he possibly could’ve got you pregnant, a huge derpy smile stayed on Kenny’s face for the rest of the time he was with you. No one had seen him that happy ever. So, there was a lot of questions you had to answer when the boy ended up confessing that it was because of you. Who knew it was so hard to keep a secret with the McCormick.

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#4 ; Craig Tucker

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Sub | Masc!Dom

What’s in here : Yandere Craig (doing it cause I felt like it), mentions of murder, rough/painful sex, and a cumshot with a creampie.

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- Well fuck, this guy had known you for so long that he could barely remember when he first met you.

- But, that didn’t mean you two were close.

- You were simply friends from afar before ending up complete nobodies to each other around the time college came about.

- Or that’s what you thought.

- Craig had only stopped talking to you, he didn’t completely stop from hanging around you.

- Meaning that he would often drop by the places he knew you were hanging around to sit nearby and watch what you would do.

- This wouldn’t be creepy if it weren’t for the fact that the only place you liked to be inside was your dorm room. So, he was watching you from your window.

- It was easy for him considering the two of you were neighbors and whenever he wasn’t occupied with his love life, he’d be lost in staring at you playing the guitar or even go as far as watching you change.

- At some point, his infatuation with you peaked after coming across a late night masturbation session you were having, forgetting to close the blinds which let him have access to the scene.

- You had no shirt on, your pants barely above your knees, watching something on your computer screen. And his body was quick to react when he looked down.

- He got an idea to bring out his camera and record you, taking the moment to have fun himself.

- After jerking off and cumming around the same time with you, muttering your name in the middle of it, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit beside and just watch you forever.

- With an entire month of constantly recording you, breaking into your room and taking some of your clothes. Even stealing pencils that you broke out of boredom from the trash to keep in his drawer and watching you get drunk until you hooked up with random woman. Craig spiraled downward into an unhealthy obsession.

- He couldn’t stand it when seeing you flirt with girls despite knowing that you had no knowledge of his existence.

- If you took them home or went home with them, they would end up missing the next day.

- Craig didn’t know why he did it. He just simply felt the motive. Maybe it was because they were girls and he was a boy or maybe because he was in love with you. Honestly, he didn’t want to think on it.

- It got out that some of these woman were disappearing around your area and you ended up finding out it was the ones you hooked up with when the police were at your door.

- You were questioned and put as the number one suspect because you were the last person seen with them. And this confused and scared you badly.

- The police were convinced you were telling the truth by the way you reacted to the interrogation. Answering all of their questions sincerely, even telling them details of that night you had with them but not going too far to where it was weird.

- Also, the devastation on your face was easy to see. So they left you alone.

- However, this haunted you and you became desperate on trying to find out more about what happened to the girls by asking around. As well as waiting for more information from the investigation.

- The black-haired boy had to keep a low profile after and thanked himself for dumping the bodies in the lake further ahead of time.

- He was oddly disappointed in himself because of what he had done. Not because he had taken the lives away from innocent girls, but because he made your life become so hectic and had you go through so much stress.

- After the ordeal was dying down and the cops were coming to a dead end, the cases went cold and Craig went about his daily life of stalking you once again.

- You did not come back from this okay. Actually, it lead you to distancing from people romantically and sexually because you were afraid they would disappear.

- Landing you in therapy to get over the traumatic experience and depression that was swallowing you whole. Making you lose all of your friends and end up alone.

- And who would’ve known that Craig happened to need to go to the same therapist too? After his parents had found him talking to a wall and carving an initial into himself, your initial.

- He was admitted out of self harm. But, really, he was coping with the fact he couldn’t follow you during the search for the kidnapper of your flings.

- This gave him an opportunity to get to know you though as you crossed paths often when waiting in the lobby for appointments.

- One day, he told himself he was going to try and greet you. It should be easy because you both used to know each other, right?

- But this lead to him dodging it as soon as he got near you.

- You could be thirty feet away and Craig was standing there, panicking in his head, his face the exact opposite with barely any emotion present. Contradicting his stoicism, his heartbeat was racing.

- Your eyes had glanced over and ended up locking with his, raising a brow like you were questioning him.

- Then he saw you get up and began to head over to him.

- He became extremely nervous and excited all at the same time, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath to ready himself before you were right in front of him.

- His blue eyes were intense and burrowed themselves into your head as you got to finally talk to the guy you’d been seeing around.

- Might have been an socializing assignment your therapist gave you so you can repair your relationship with people. Fucked up considering he’s the one that ruined it in the first place.

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“I remember you! You’re the guy that lived in my neighborhood! Your name’s Craig, right?” You gave him a chipper smile, taking off your headphones to rest them on your shoulders. Craig had froze and stared at you blankly before rushing to find something to respond with, “Uh, yeah, I happen to be that guy.” It came out more awkward than he had wanted it to but who could blame him? He was talking to the boy he had been immensely infatuated with for months now who was acting extremely casual.

You laughed in victory at the correct guess and placed out a hand for him to shake, telling him why you approached, “That’s great! I had been looking for some more friends actually as I’ve went through something a little while ago and it’s left me a bit lonely. You think you could be my friend?”

He didn’t know how to register what you were saying but he wasn’t upset about it in the slightest. Although, his mind wasn’t concluding this as you two being ‘friends’. Grabbing your hand, he shook it and forgot to not put so much force, ending up yanking you a little too forward.

Your face collided with his chest due to losing your balance, making him catch you, and help you regain it by making you hug him. It didn’t help that you were at his height too because as soon as you pulled back, your nose was almost touching his. His eyes were back to burning themselves into yours, an electric feeling running through you at the moment. ‘Why did he look at me like that?’ you wondered, ‘Like I’m the most interesting thing in the world.’

Craig had to hold himself back from doing anything stupid and last minute, tensing up and slowly getting you to move back to where you were by grabbing both of your shoulders. You blinked rapidly and muttered out an apology, “My bad, I didn’t mean to fall into you and stay there, you just got really pretty eyes man.” That wasn’t a lie, you did think the color was super nice to look at.

But this compliment hit him way harder than it should’ve. And he found himself beginning to blush, blurting out a compliment back before he could think, “So are yours.”

The both of you were becoming flustered, looking at each other for a minute until you thought of another topic to talk about, trying to save yourself from spawning a crush on the guy. “So, what do you like to do in your spare time?” you went for that. And instead of answering, he asked you another question, “Do you smoke?”

Your eyes went wide as you watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a blunt the size of a finger, staring at it in disbelief. This was the weirdest interaction you’ve had yet. And how did he know that you were okay with that? And smoked weed? Did you smell like it? All these questions ran through your head but at some point, you had to answer him, and free drugs were a hard thing to come by, so you were honest, “Yeah, I do.”

A part of you felt pumped about it while another was a bit weirded out. However, you forgot about it quickly as soon as the blue-eyed man started walking away. You began to follow behind him, keeping up enough to watch his back the entire way, and admiring the trees every second or so when you got bored.

It was quiet. Not a word exchanged between them. That was because Craig was over his head. He was piecing something together in his thoughts, forming a plan, one that wasn’t what you would call sane. But, that was because he simply wasn’t. He couldn’t pretend like he hadn’t been thinking of you in a certain way for a long time. Like he hadn’t killed for you because of it.

As he lead you to a nearby alleyway he went to when he wanted to watch you in private, his back turned and he was facing you again. This place was damp and dark, the smell not the best, but it was away from society. And that was perfect for this.

The ravenette rested against the wall and lifted the blunt in between his fingers to rest right on his lips before reaching into his pocket to pull out a lighter. He lit the end of it, resting the flame on the tip for a couple of seconds as he sucked in a huge cloud that left his mouth the second he blew it out.

Holding it out to you afterward, a trail of smoke drifted from the cherry while you took it in your own two fingers. You took a hit from it just like he did, knowing that this was a really good kind as soon as you tasted how smooth the bud was. Your eyes closed and you held it in for five seconds before letting it out until all the air escaped your lungs so you didn’t die from coughing.

Hissing through your teeth, you ended up still letting out a grunt and cleared your throat to ease the burn in the back of your throat. “Shit, that’s a pretty good strain, what is it?” you asked in the middle of your struggle.

Craig took another drag and doubled it while responding nonchalantly like it was nothing, “It’s called Azul. I grew it.” He glanced down at the blunt to check on its burning status and decided it needed another light.

After getting it bright again, he handed it back to you and let you take a couple more puffs, putting his hands in his pockets. An impressed look crossed your face and what he said piqued your curiosity, you asked like you didn’t believe him, “Really?? You’re a grower? Don’t you go to my school and dorms?” It seemed you were going to get along with this guy way more than you thought you would.

More time passed as the two of you progressively got higher and higher each pass, ending up with you laughing contagiously at a joke he had made about a lady that passed by. You would’ve normally quietly chuckled and try to contain it because of how mean it was as you didn’t want to feel bad. But, the state you were in was more than relaxed.

A small smile appeared on Craig while he watched you lose it, “Dude! That’s so messed up… Come on!” You hit his arm and rested your head on his shoulder from being out of it, mumbling into his sweater. He put out the blunt then because he knew that any more would be way too much. Once you got to lift your head and rest your chin on him, he turned his toward you.

He looked down, so close that you could feel his breath brushing against you, and that made your heart stop. Muttering quietly, his questions took a turn that you didn’t expect, “Have you ever kissed a guy before?” Almost instantly, you could feel your dick starting to rise, causing you to cover it with your hand while responding in an unsure tone, “No…”

When your eyes flickered down to his lips after the mention of it though, he was fast to press them against yours. You didn’t resist but you didn’t return it either. Letting him softly kiss you before he pulled away to conclude, “Now you have. How did it feel?”

It was like the oxygen had left you. You couldn’t wrap your mind around why you liked that so much. And the fact he tasted like raspberries was not helping. Was a guy really going to be the one that gave you the best kiss of your life?

He frowned when you took forever to answer, sighing through his nose, and pulling away with a rejected tone, “Fuck, well, sorry I made you question your sexuality, [Y/N].” Before he could get far, you grabbed his collar and made him go back to where he was but ended up overestimating how far you were tugging him. He stumbled forward and pushed you up against the wall, both of his hands landing on both sides of your head to catch himself while your noses touched.

Craig held a glare with you, confused. He didn’t understand why you weren’t saying anything but also refusing to kiss him back as well. Were you into it? Did you want to? You still couldn’t open your mouth to put it into words, in denial about what was happening. But, you gave him something to let him know that it wasn’t bad by returning the kiss gently.

You were barely brushing up into him like you were shy of the action. And he understood that it was because you hadn’t done it in a while so he savored what he could. You were kissing him. Finally, he had gotten what he wanted. He was the one locking lips with you. Not anybody else.

His hands drifted to your sides, slowly moving to your waist so he could hook his fingers at the bottom of your shirt. Knowing where this was going, a knot formed in your throat and you placed your hands on his chest to push him away. “I don’t know if I can go that far,” you finally said something. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to. It was because you couldn’t stop worrying about his safety. All that you could think about was his name in the news headlines and pictures of his chullo hat covered in blood laying in some bushes.

Your breathing went out of control and he could tell you were about to go into a panic attack, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he saw the signs, remembering them from the times you were in your dorm room crying about the interrogation months ago.

There was that guilty feeling in his chest. It made his heart heavy. He didn’t want you to feel like this. Especially when all this worry was for nothing. So, he decided to mumble out the best reassurance he could think of, “I don’t know what’s going on with you. I have no idea what had happened to that friendship we had for a minute back then too. You’ve been out of the loop for quite a while, [Y/N].” He moved back to stare directly at you with sincerity in his voice, “All I know is that kissing someone has never felt so right and if I could, can I make you feel safe enough to trust me with your body for tonight?”

That was the most convincing someone has ever been. And this high helped you calm yourself while using the breathing techniques your therapist gave. You bit your bottom lip before sighing out in frustration, looking around at where you were, and then exclaiming, “Fine! But, can we please do it somewhere else other than a fucking disgusting alleyway?”

Craig stared at you like you were crazy until his face twisted from holding back laughter, ending up bursting at the seams anyway as it sputtered out of him. “You’re right. This isn’t the place to be screwing a pretty boy like you,” he slyly said as he began to head out of the alleyway. You ran after him, trying to brush off what he said but still feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Eventually, the two of you made it inside of your dorm room, the Tucker locking the door behind you with a snide remark, “So, are you going to answer my question from earlier? How was kissing a boy for the first time?”

You forgot about that. Your mind flashing back to the memory of the kiss, vividly remember how soft his lips were, and how patient he was in his pace. He was aggressive but soft. A perfect mixture. Snapping out of it, you stammered out, “I hadn’t kissed someone in quite a while… Or well, a girl. And it was always quick-paced like they were in a rush to get to the good parts. But with you… Well, with a boy, it was like you couldn’t get enough. That, I think, made it practically impassable.”

What you said made Craig sit in your computer chair and stare at you in awe, reaching his hand up to pull off his hat, and placing it down on your desk. He reached out his hand for yours now and murmured, “Come over here and sit.” You walked over to him and took it, about to actually prop yourself down onto his lap before he stopped you right as you were. “Wait. I need to fix something,” he said as he went to unbutton your pants.

Taking in a sharp inhale through your nose , his hands wasted no time in tugging them off along with your boxers. “Fuck, you move fast. Hold on, let me prepare myself at least,” you sounded embarrassed and you were because your hard-on was so visible. He chuckled at that, “Okay then. I’ll get myself undressed while you can work on getting those off.”

Your eyes couldn’t help but get a look at Craig starting to take his jacket and shirt off, automatically checking him out, and to your surprise, he was pretty built. He noticed you staring and teased, “If you want to see all of it, get to moving, I want to see you too.” That was a bargain you couldn’t say no to, holding your breath as you gripped around the hem of your boxers.

Then you pulled them off, letting them fall to your ankles, tugging your shirt off afterward to get it out of the way. The only thing left on you was your socks and the same was for him a couple of seconds later.

He eyed you up and down with his blue orbs, reaching for your wrist, and pulling you back into touching your knees with his. Both of his hands placed onto your shoulders and began lowering you down until you were coming face-to-face with his huge dick, watching it twitch with a slightly ajar mouth.

“You’re going to have to get it wet if you want to go any further, pretty boy,” he whispered, grabbing your chin to guide your mouth toward him. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, opening wide before taking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. Craig grunted and put a hand on your head, gripping onto your hair to deal with the pleasure.

The texture was different than you expected to feel on your tongue but it was also satisfying in a way. And it didn’t take long for you to get into swallowing most of his length, easing it into your throat, and tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum the more you sucked.

Grabbing harder onto you, he moved his hips upward and made all of his dick go down into your mouth. This caused you to gag and jolt backward, coughing and making a face at him. “What the fuck, man,” you angrily said and got back up onto your feet.

However, Craig was extremely impatient by this point and he could no longer hold up the soft facade he had with you anymore. He stood up with you and within seconds, you were slammed down into your bed while his hand dug into your neck, tightening around your throat to make you choke more than you had on him.

Noises squeaked out of you while the air was leaving you, his other hand positioning himself to your ass and spitting on it to get you ready. He rubbed it around and made you shudder, having never been touched there which caused it to feel super sensitive.

He made both of your legs wrap around his waist once his tip began to push inside, slowly stretching your hole out as you grabbed his wrist to try and pull his hand off of you. It hurt so bad. His size bigger than most so it made it almost numbing the more he slid into you. Your eyes were struggling to stay open as you were close to passing out from the loss of oxygen.

That’s what made him stop. He removed his hand from your neck and balled up both of them into fists, punching them into the pillow your head was resting on while rearing his hips back. He made his entire dick slide out before forcing it back in, making it feel like he was tearing your ass apart from the roughness. You screamed out, “FUCK! CRAIG! WAIT! WAIT, IT HURTS!”

Slapping a hand to cover your mouth, he continued to ram himself over and over into you, watching you take him with several groans slipping out. He was frantic in his movements and made your bed sound like it was about to give up underneath the strength he put into fucking you.

He made you forget about the anxiety alright. Letting you know why you didn’t have to be afraid of him being taken away but rather be afraid of him altogether. At the same time, you were being fucked into liking it. The sweat, slapping from the colliding of skin, and the shaking of your legs set up the perfect scenery for him. He got to see you fucked out underneath him, because of him, all for him. And that was all he needed.

Leaning into your neck, he finally came to a slow pace and rocked up into your walls, gliding his fingers down your chest to play with your tip and the pre-cum on it. Craig was giving you a break, wrapping his palm around the base of your dick until he was pumping it up and down at the exact pace he was thrusting into you. The combined pleasure was enough to get you to moan out in relief, “Much better… Oh, god, that’s much better…”

Another rare smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he moaned with you, burying all of his length for a moment before pulling back again to quicken his speed. “That’s what happens when you’re being a good fuck toy,” he praised. Jerking you off faster and faster as well.

You buried your head into the pillow and felt him start to kiss around your Adam’s apple, littering them around until his teeth brushed around a spot that made you jump. When he found it, he bit into the sensitive area and that caused everything in you to unravel. Your cum shot out on your chest and landed in between his fingers, spreading across his hand, and some even getting on his lower stomach.

He continued to rail himself in you for another long minute before reaching his end alongside you, the warm fluid escaping him with a loud growl, “[Y/N]! Shit… You’re so.. fucking… perfect.” Once he was finished completely and everything had emptied out into your hole, he slid his dick out. Letting the cum spill out onto your sheets while collapsing next to you to rest. The both of you stared at each other in a daze for the last moments you managed to stay awake and as you were about to pass out, Craig had confessed to you, “I think I love you…”

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Sorry for any errors or misspellings! I had tried to rush through this little thing when I saw it was getting too long so progressively, it might’ve got worse. But, this is overall what I’ve been working on for a couple and I hope you enjoyed!

Stick around for some more if you want! I got plenty where that came from. And if you like the other fandoms I’m interested in, you would definitely want to follow. I’ll be releasing a lot of those soon!

[fennecfiree]

His fav flavor is strawberry guys ‼️

[starkspondwater]

Hi can I request what dating kenny, Stan, and Kyle in high school would be like head cannons

High school hcs! Yes yes yes! Honestly sometimes I don't even know what hcs I have until someone asks for them so this is a blessing for me

Kenny, Stan, and Kyle-High School Dating Hc's

Kenny!

🧡I see Kenny as the type to act like a playboy in high school and have the reputation as a flirt, but not the numbers to back it up. Like he tried so hard to seem suave and smooth, but nothing works

🧡Now when it does work on a pretty thing like you he's taken aback and suddenly that little playboy attitude falls apart. That's when you'll see that hesitance and nervousness break through as he tries to actually ask you out properly

🧡Gestures type of guy- not the type to spend all his money on things for you but he shows his affection with his actions. Between him and his siblings he's learned how special it can be to do even the smallest things for a person, and now that you're his person that's what just what he does.

🧡Works a lot after school, as in will always have some sort of job or gig that he's doing to try to save up money. As a result that means a lot of after work dates in which he brings leftovers from the kitchens he works in or flowers he picked on the way over to your house. Your parents weren't pleased initially with having a teenage boy come over unannounced at like 9 pm but he's a charmer (you got 15 minutes before they kick him out)

🧡Big BIG cheerleader in anything you do. Are you in a sport? He's loud and proud in the stands. Cheerleader? He's at every practice watching you prance around. Hell if you were in chess club he'd probably get kicked out from how distracting he'd be.

🧡PDA fiend, but will be blushing the minute you reciprocate. Like he's all for having a hand in the back pocket or around the waist, but the second you give a peck as you leave for class he's done for.

🧡Kenny comes off as the type of high school boyfriend that is a complete simp, and despite how people may perceive him they would find that relationship so incredibly sweet.

🧡Even as a teen is planning for the future- he has plans to make that last and does talk about it casually like it's already happening. His friends find it a little laughable, but he is dead serious about his plans for you.

Stan!

💙I know in the show Stan is kind of a so-so boyfriend but he's also like 10. As he grows and matures into himself and finds his personal passions I see his perception on romance changing quite a bit

💙I will forever hc Stan as someone who truly appreciates the art of music. Yes, he prefers some of the harder stuff but that doesn't mean he can't see the merit of any other genre. As such I also firmly believe that he is the type to tie songs to certain people. His realization that the feelings he had for you were something more than platonic came from the love filled songs that he kept playing on repeat all while you were on his mind.

💙A romantic at heart with awkward execution. This boy grew up with Shelley Marsh, who might've beat his ass on more than one occasion but was still a teenage girl at one point. He's seen the sappy rom coms and he's seen the allure of Mr. Darcy in pride and prejudice. The issue is he is not the best at mimicking that. At the very least you find it cute.

💙Does try to be sweet and suave but it usually comes out as a jumbled mess that leaves him feeling embarrassed and a little nauseous. He will try to write you a love song at some point which he anxiously performed with many a missed note and stuttered lyrics, but regardless he still receives only the most important accolades in the form of your praise. God forbid his friends hear about him trying to woo you like that though, he will never hear the end of it.

💙Bad memory and as such does forget important things like dates and anniversaries. He would be a little confused as to why dating for 6 months was important (high school relationship anniversaries are something else, I do remember) but he'd still feel guilty at missing that. Would be the type to spend his allowance on something cheesy to make up for it (or if it was bad he's going to write you a song and perform it outside your window. Yes it does piss off your parents.)

💙He's all for fast food dates- just sitting in his truck with a meal between you two as you talk the hours away. His mother did chastise him for it saying something about how partners like to be taken out once in a while only for him to whine "but I did take them out! We went to Taco Bell last week!" To him he sees the comfort and intimacy of being alone like that more romantic than sharing a space with 20 other people at other tables. Plus it's more affordable.

💙Stan is not a planner. He knows the future is arriving at the speed of light but for him it's easier to take things as they come. Might be disappointing to hear but he is not the kind of guy who is planning your life together after graduation- all he knows is he wants to be a part of yours and so long as he is he feels mighty fine about whatever comes next.

Kyle!

💚I hc Kyle as being really sure of himself and who he is as a person. He stands by his convictions and has no problem arguing for his beliefs. Despite this he does have insecurities when it comes to things like romance. He was pretty confident when he was younger but after a few failed attempts (and the aftermath of The List still haunting him) I think he started feeling a little down about his romantic prospects.

💚If he's crushing it's more than obvious to his friends, but to others it's a lot more subtle-little glances and the need to be slightly closer than needed. He is not the type to pursue that crush unless 1. he gets a big push from Kenny or Stan (we know Eric isn't going to) or 2. He has a crystal clear sign that things aren't just going to crash and burn for him.

💚Nervous, nervous, nervous. He is going to be all nerves when things are brand new. Those first few dates, the hand holding, shy smooches, it all leaves him feeling jittery and like he's going to explode. But soon enough he finds his stride in routine with you, relaxing into the relationship as time goes on.

💚Big on family, no matter how irritating. You will meet Sheila at some point between your first the third date. If it's not her inviting you over for dinner it'll be an ambush as you two and his parents just so happen to be at the same restaurant "What a coincidence, Bubbe! Oh you much be Y/n!" Lots of pictures of the two of you will be taken. (I love Sheila. I want that noted.)

💚He's grown up with the importance of school drilled into his skull. As much as he adores you he might have to cancel a few dates to make sure he's not going to fail his next exam. When he realized there were such a thing as study dates though? You might as well have told him he won a huge prize. He does still take things very seriously though, don't expect him to slack on quizzing you.

💚Not a fan of PDA, only because when he's had to witness others do it he felt it was obnoxious. He does however still hold your hand during the day and give kisses in greetings, he's just not going to corner you into a locker like "some goddamn animal" as he'd say. There's a time and place for that and it is not in front of the student body.

💚I love the image of him playing basketball as his extra curricular- it's good exercise and great for improving teamwork and building connections (all great for a college application!) He'd probably be a bit shy to ask you to go to his games, saying it wouldn't be a big deal and it's not like it's a really important game anyway. When he sees you in the stands though his face is lit up like the brightest light bulb. Afterwards when he's introducing you to the team he's calling you his lucky charm all with a beaming smile and pink cheeks.

💚Unlike Stan, Kyle is indeed a planner. He's got his college picks ready by the end of sophomore year and he has his options for fields he wants to explore. That being said, he's not necessarily planning to go to the same college as you would be nor does he expect you to do the same. He is very set on making sure both of you get the most out of your future, and if that means being apart for a bit than he's willing to put in that work. His mom and dad were pretty pleased to hear that, but Sheila did notice that along with some of those ivy leagues Kyle applied to were a few colleges much closer to home that sounded very familiar to ones you had mentioned. If asked he'd just say admissions could be tough and he's making sure he's got his backups ready.

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STANS GANG (SINGULAR) FINDING OUT S/O IS SECRETLY DOES FIGHTS (LIKE WRESTLING) FOR MONEY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🥺🙏🥺🥺 (im desperate)

✮⋆˙ MAIN FOUR WITH FEM!S/O WHO SECRETLY WRESTLES FOR MONEY

↳ an: hope you enjoy this! slowly working my way back into writing headcannons! also requests are still wide open!!

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: ̗̀➛ ★ STAN MARSH

Okay you know how Stan acts pretty indifferent to things until he finds out Wendy is doing it…thats him.

He probably hears about the wrestling and doesn’t care until he finds out you are involved.

Will go to your matches. At first, he does it just to seem supportive until he gets into it.

He probably isn’t the best at taking care of wounds or being there emotionally if you lose a fight, but he tries in his own ways, such as sitting together at Stark’s pond in silence and just enjoying a moment together outside of the matches.

Forces the others to go to your matches, or at least attempts to depending on how they’re feeling (similar in that episode where Stan tries to get the others to help with the murdering of whales).

A part of him wants you to stop since he doesn’t like seeing you get hurt, will grimace when he sees it happen but since this is what you want to do, he tries to take a step back. 

Cue anxious small dog activities…

Spends time with you before matches, being extra lazy, watching a movie, napping, listening to music, anything to ease your nerves before the fight, and get you into the right headspace.

To help you relax after matches, he’ll help you home and you two spend the night just lying in your bed, sharing headphones and just recapping what happened until you fall asleep.

: ̗̀➛ ★ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Honestly, he thought you were joking when you told him, then you invited him to one of your matches, and he’s become the embodiment of a soccer mom.

Loved WWE as a kid, went to a live show, so he knows what you’re doing and how it goes. (since he also did “wrestling” as a kid)

He worries about you getting seriously hurt; he knows all the different injuries that can happen in fights.

Definitely didn’t go down a Google search rabbit hole after he went to his first match.

Will scold you if you get hurt in any way. Has scolded you for getting a chipped nail after being thrown too hard into the mat.

helps you keep your wrestling identity a secret and if Cartman threatens to do anything Kyle is number one in line to stop him anyway.

Invites you over to his house after fights to help clean you up and for his mom to make a filling dinner for you.

Okay, this might be crazy to say, but he genuinely gets interested in the storylines.

Kyle gives off the vibes of pretending not to care about the drama, but actually, he’s helping you write what you should say and do for your next match.

If something happens during the fight, like the other opponent doing an illegal move or you getting scolded by a ref for something Kyle doesn’t agree with, his jersey will come out and he WILL shout from the sidelines like an embarrassing mom.

he does it with kindness in his heart, though.

: ̗̀➛ ★ KENNY MCCORMICK

Kenny, he’s all for it.

Kenny’s worked a few weird jobs, so he respects the hustle.

Your number one supporter, goes to all the fights, will wear any merch of yours, and show anyone who will pay attention your highlights even though he’s technically not supposed to but what’s the point of having a badass girlfriend if he can’t show you off just a bit.

He got his siblings involved with going to your matches; Karen already loves you but seeing you in such a badass role, you’re her new role model.

Since he is Mysterion and dies quite frequently, he knows his way around injuries. So expect him after you fight to clean up any cuts and ice any bruises for you while you rest.

He makes jokes about your strength, says he wants you to throw him around inside the bedroom (I mean, it’s Kenny) 

Don’t get me started if you have big muscles and are a bigger person, he will call you his dommy mommy and there's no coming back from it. worships the ground you walk on, honestly.

Though he doesn’t have money to spend on much, on days with really important fights, he’ll gather whatever money he can and take you out for a celebratory dinner, without caring if you win or lose, because in his eyes, everything you do deserves a celebratory dinner.

: ̗̀➛ ★ ERIC CARTMAN

Eric, without a doubt will say he doesn’t care if you come forward with your part time wrestling career that is unttil he realizes just how much you get if you win the fight, then it’s a whole new story.

He becomes your manager, if you already had one, well, say goodbye because now you have him!

i feel like if you were to ever express you don’t care to get famous through wrestling since you want to keep it lowkey, he might drop it but secretly behind your back and with Butters’ help, he’s showing you off to get more people at the fights in support of you.

If you’ve seen the W.T.F episode, then he’ll try to get you into some wrestling TV program.

Will set up a wrestling ring for you at his house so he can coach you (firm believer in the Eric does wrestling when he gets to high school headcannon)

Definitely will try to take some of your prize money (calls it payment for his very important coaching), yeah, you don’t let him do that…

in all honesty, Eric supports you for what you do. even as your pretend coach, he’s pretty skilled with planning stuff out for you and making sure it’s a fair fight. 

Not because he doesn’t like seeing you get hurt…

Makes food for you, wants to make sure you gain your energy back. will say his mom made it though but gets a little ego boost if you enjoy the food. 

[sp-by-april]

Okay, okay…

I’ve been thinking about this for a while but, your thoughts on how each of the main four + butters would react to reader being all flustered and squirmy and when the boys finally ask what’s wrong, the reader shyly tells them that they are just too scared to let them know they’re in “the mood”

If you don’t think this is interesting, no problem! I just wanted some thoughts!! :)

Oooh, we're doing a shy reader who really wants to fuck can barely admit it? Maybe's she's a little too sweet or inexperienced? I gotcha.

🧡 Kenny is stoked. He won't say it to your face but he was ready to go the moment you met. 🧡 He'll make sure you're comfortable but he's definitely over-eager. Don't get over whelmed! 🧡 If you do get overwhelmed he will notice with the quickness and check in.

💚 Kyle is patient. He doesn't wanna force anything but when you finally tell him? He's relieved. Horny as hell, but also relieved! 💚 He'll be very attentive. He wants to make sure everything is good for you. Definitely getting you off first like his life depends on it. 💚 Soft!Dom vibes, praises a lotjust so you know just how badly he wants and appreciates every inch of you. 💙 Stan is not an initiator, so he's also very, very relieved when you finally tell him you want him. 💙 He spirals inwardly a little, because he's touch starved and insecure... Just grab his hand and give a kiss. Ground him and make him feel wanted. 💙 Praise the hell out of him and take the lead. Even though he really, really wants you, he's more than happy to go at your pace.

💔 If Cartman hasn't already coerced you into sex, congratulations! 💔 The second you tell him, he just smirks and says "About fucking time." 💔 Don't expect him to go slow or coddle you. He'll degrade the fuck out of you. You'll come, you'll cry, and he'll be having the time of his life. 💛 Butters is so awkward at first! That said, he absolutely wants to fuck you and tries to take the lead. 💛 You're better off taking the lead while letting him think he's in control. 💛 This might sound weird but alternate praise and degradation. He'll know he's doing a good job and also put in the extra effort.

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˗ˋ𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤ˊ˗

Chapter Fourteen: Headlock

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock. You know you're better than this.

Also available on ao3 and Wattpad!

Premise: You and Kyle face a very necessary obstacle.

Warnings: Crude language and humour / not spell checked

MASTERLIST

.˙꩜°˖:*࿔ ☼ ࿔*:˖°꩜˙.

The second you arrive at the haunted house, you can see the unease creeping up on Kyle. His eyes flick nervously to the fog-drenched entrance, then back to you, his jaw tightening in that way it always does when he's stressed. You grab his arm and squeeze. It wasn't his idea to spend Halloween at a haunted house but still, you weren't fond of the idea of spending the same time at a party.

"Are you scared?" You ask bluntly. You don't wait for his answer—already dragging him forward, your excitement bubbling over as you push through the dark, creaking door.

"Why would I be scared?" He looks down at you, trying to maintain his cool.

You shrug "Because the last time we went, you had nightmares for weeks."

"I was ten," Kyle says, his voice flat and his face unimpressed.

"It's okay, buddy," You give him a pat on his bicep. Inside, it's even worse. The dim lights cast shadows across the walls, twisted and grotesque. You hear Kyle mutter a curse under his breath, his grip on your hand getting firmer.

In all honesty, you hadn't expected Kyle to be so on edge during the haunted house. The last time you spent a Halloween with him was when you were kids. He didn't seem off put on the ride there, it was when the ticket salesmen scared the both of you that his demeanour shifted.

"Just chill out," you snicker, glancing back at his pale face.

His eyes dart around, scanning the room like a deer caught in headlights, but you're having way too much fun with this. When a ghoul leaps out of the darkness, screeching right in his face, you can't help the laughter that bursts out of you. He yelps, stumbling back and nearly taking you down with him.

You tug him deeper into the dark halls, your footsteps echoing off the cracked, uneven floor. Kyle stumbles beside you, his breaths coming short and sharp. You can hear them, and feel the tension in every step he takes as he scans the walls for the next jump scare. It's almost comical, really. He's clinging to your arm like you're his lifeline, his eyes wide with barely contained panic.

Meanwhile, you're calm, barely blinking as another grotesque figure swings out of the shadows, inches from your face. A bloody, grinning mask stares you down, lips curled in a snarl. You tilt your head, almost bored, and brush past it like you're walking through a harmless fog.

"Seriously?" you whisper over your shoulder, glancing back at Kyle.

Kyle is frozen mid-step, eyes locked on the masked figure as if he's expecting it to come alive and lunge at him. You roll your eyes, yanking his arm to get him moving again. He jumps at your touch, then forces out a shaky laugh.

"Kyle, you're fine," You deadpan, a little less enthused the longer his fear persisted. He hardly even flinched watching horror movies, now he was almost in shambles.

Holding his hand, you lead him further down the dark corridor. Your fingers trace the walls as you walk, trailing over the cold, damp stone. It's cold in here, the kind of chill that seeps into your bones. You're pretty sure they're using it to set the mood, but it does nothing to faze you. Kyle, on the other hand, shivers beside you, huddling close like he's trying to soak up some of your warmth.

Another sharp turn, another scare—a mangled figure with distorted limbs and a hollow scream that reverberates down the hall. Kyle flinches violently, nearly jumping out of his skin. You can't help the laugh that slips out, your eyes gleaming with amusement as you look at him.

"Oh my god, Kyle, relax," Your face drops "You're actually pissing me off."

A bloodied corpse swings from the ceiling, suspended by a rope, its mouth hanging open in a silent scream. The sudden motion makes Kyle jolt for just a moment before he regains his composure.

You tilt your head to inspect the 'corpse' with a hint of curiosity. "Looks pretty realistic, though, right?"

Kyle lets out a strangled sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. "Yeah, real realistic," he mutters, not daring to look at it for more than a second. He sidesteps around the swinging figure, eyes darting to the shadows.

When you notice Kyle's looking in the opposite direction, peaking at one of the decorations, you take the opportunity. Clamping your hands down on both of his shoulders from behind, you yell "Boo!" As expected, he flinches like he's just had knuckles cracked over his cheek and turns around to glare at you "You're scared? I've seen you yell at crackheads, that's scarier than this."

"You're not funny," He tells you, this time he's the one who takes your hand and leads you down.

You barely make it three more steps before another jumpscare hits—this time, the sound of chains clattering echoes through the hallway, followed by the sharp creak of a rusty door. Something big and hulking bursts out of the wall, a monstrous figure draped in tattered rags, its face twisted into a grotesque snarl. It's so close that you can almost smell the fake blood.

Kyle lets out a startled yell, flinging his arms out in pure panic.

It happens so fast- one second you're laughing at him, about to throw another snide comment his way, and the next, his forearm slams into your throat. Hard. The impact knocks the air out of your lungs, sending you stumbling back, clutching your neck as you gasp for breath.

Kyle's eyes widen in horror when he realizes what he's done. "Oh god! I—"

He doesn't even finish the sentence before you're doubled over, coughing, still trying to catch your breath. Your throat feels like it's been hit by a brick, and for a moment, you can't do anything but glare at him, your hand pressed against your neck.

"Seriously?" you manage to choke out, your voice strained and raspy. "What the fuck, Kyle?"

Kyle's face is a picture of wide-eyed panic, his hands fluttering awkwardly in the air as if he's not sure whether to try and help or just back away slowly. "I'm so sorry," He glances at the scare actor, still standing there in the corner, staring blankly at both of you like they're unsure whether or not to break character.

"Damn," The scare actor says after a long pause full of nothing but you choking and sputtering on the ground. They're wearing a grotesque mask, the hollow eyes staring through you, offering no sympathy. It's almost more unsettling than the jump scare itself.

Before Kyle can sputter out another apology, another actor dressed as a vampire sweeps out from behind a nearby curtain, his face painted messily white with little dribbles of fake blood around his mouth. He wore what you could see to be a cheap wig, pinned haphazardly onto his head . He doesn't make a sound, just glides over silently, his dark cloak billowing behind them. With dramatic flair, he twirls to show the flowing nature of his cape and he kneels down beside you, giving Kyle a side-eye so sharp it could cut through steel.

"Everything okay, madam?" the vampire asks, voice thick with a caricature of Dracula's accent. He offers you a hand, his fingers cool to the touch as they help you to your feet, while Kyle stands there helpless, still trying to process what just happened.

You give a weak nod, trying to shake off the stinging pain in your throat. "Yeah," you rasp, "just... he might be single after tonight." You shoot Kyle a look that's partially amused, mostly pissed off.

The vampire actor gives him a cold, disdainful once-over before turning back to you, his voice deepening with mock seriousness. "Vat happened to ze young lady?"

"She's okay," Kyle cuts in but the vampire swishes his hands in Kyle's direction as if he cast a spell of silence over him.

"I asked ze lady, not ze ogre," He says by, turning his attention toward you "Shall I dispose of him for you?" You thought his urge to stay in character equally parts odd and corny, though a small part of you thought it comical.

"I'll take care of him," You wave it off.

"Good luck on your venture, brave souls," The vampire swishes his cape, attempting to disappear back behind the curtain. You can almost hear the dramatic organ music that should be playing in the background. But then, something catches- his cape snags on a jagged piece of exposed brick sticking out from the wall.

His feet stumble beneath him, arms flailing as he tries to regain his balance. With a spectacularly un-vampiric grunt, he goes crashing to the floor, face-first into the dimly lit hallway.

You're the first to break the silence, a startled laugh bubbling out of you before you can stop it. "Are you okay?" you manage to call out between snickers, your hand flying to your mouth to hide your grin.

"Miles, dude," The scare actor in the rubber mask draws out, he sounds almost embarrassed for his coworker.

The vampire groans, sitting up slowly, his dignity shattered as he untangles his cape from the brick. He looks far less like a creature of the night and more like a regular guy who just tripped on the sidewalk.

The vampire shoots you both a look "I'm fine," he replies, his spooky accent gone and voice normal, he sounds like the average guy in Colorado. Trying to muster up some of that spooky charm again as he stands, dusting himself off. But the illusion is completely shattered now, and you can't stop laughing.

"Is your blood boiling?" You joke, it sounded funnier in your head but rings out as ill-mannered in the eery hallway.

The vampire just shakes his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "No. Just... beware the next hallway," he says, trying to reclaim a shred of his dark mystique as he slips back into character. But as he hobbles away, he's clearly done with the whole ordeal.

Kyle nudges you "You're mean."

"I know."

Your boyfriend watches where the vampire has retreated. It's clear he was set in line to scare you and he's not sure he can stomach another encounter with him. "Do you wanna keep-

"No, we're leaving."

.˙꩜°˖:*࿔ ☼ ࿔*:˖°꩜˙.

You sit cross-legged on the carpet, a textbook balanced precariously on your knee as Kyle flips through his notes, his brow furrowed in concentration. You're sprawled on the couch beside him, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. The late afternoon light filters through the blinds, catching the flecks of gold in his eyes when as he scans the pages. 

"Are you done?" You ask, just a glimmer of something hopeful in your voice. Your boyfriend had spent the week pouring over academics and revising old notes like he was getting paid to do so. While all of your friends busied themselves with plans and left you in the dust, you let yourself sink. Let yourself decompose and go mush in the head. Like a zombie.

"No," Kyle didn't even look up, he scribbled something on his notepad and his lips fell to a close once again. 

"Ugh," You groan out, leaning back and running your hands down your face. 

His brows knit together, and his lips move slightly as he mumbles the same formula under his breath for the fifth time. You've been sitting here for over an hour, and he hasn't so much as glanced at you. It's maddening. 

You didn't understand how he could go over something so many times without turning himself over to insanity. 

The December air had cast every couple to flaunt their relationships online and here you are, fighting to capture your boyfriend's attention. 

"So," you say casually, pulling yourself up until you are near him "What are you doing tonight?"

Kyle doesn't look up. "I dunno, probably taking a sleeping pill and going to bed."

"You should take like seventeen," You mutter under your breath though it doesn't fall on deaf ears. 

"What?" He finally looks at you.

"Nothing," You smile. "You've been so busy. I just missed you this week."

"No, you didn't."

Your face drops "Do you want me to lie twice?"

He doesn't have a retort to your words but his face says more than enough "Dude, I just need to get this done and then we can do something." 

"Wow, talking about our future like I'm not about to break up with you," You let out a long sigh and shook your head. 

He was used to you saying egregious things along those lines, he had known you too long to be any different. At first, when you started dating, he would flip out while you just sat there with a cool smile across your face. Now he had grown accustomed to it or you had trained him as you would say. 

"Yeah? Good luck doing better than me," His comebacks were never as good as yours. 

"You can't be cocky and a ginger," You say, giving him a side-eye. 

"Why not?"

"Ethan Slater," You cough into your fist like you are trying to cover up the comment. 

"WHAT?"

You furrow your eyebrows "What?"

"Ethan Slater?" His eyes are fully on you now.

"Yeah, people have been saying that you remind them of him," You shrug.

It was like you were watching the colour drain from his face in real time, leaving his wild hazel eyes to stare at you in disbelief. "No, they didn't," His nose wrinkles "Who said that?" 

"Like Wendy, Tolkien, Red, Mariah, Evan..." This was not true in the slightest. 

"Why?" There is serious offence in his tone. 

"Y'know, hair, eyes, stature, appearance in general.  Some might say that you're the Ethan Slater of the relationship because I'm stunning, talented, and you're just kinda there." 

His face falls deadpan "Are people actually comparing me to Ethan Slater?"

"No."

Kyle disengages like he's turned a switch off. This was beyond irritating, like a fork in a blender. You didn't want to let him know how much it grated you so you set your sights on broader horizons. 

You've tried doodling in the margins of your binder, scrolling through your phone, and even practicing balancing your pen on your finger. Nothing holds your attention for long.

Then you glance at Kyle, his jaw set in that determined way he gets when he's in the zone and inspiration strikes like a body hung. 

You grab a piece of loose-leaf paper from your stack, grinning to yourself as you begin sketching. You keep glancing at Kyle, stifling giggles as your pencil scratches across the page. You draw his sharp cheekbones and messy hair, exaggerating the way it falls over his freckled forehead. Then you add his broad shoulders—only to dramatically taper them into a massive, cartoonish belly.

A pregnant Kyle.

You look from the drawing to Kyle, quickly erasing his outfit and replacing it with a tank top and frilly shorts. You took extra attention to draw the sparkle of his eyes. "What if I drew you but pregnant?" 

"Uh- don't?" He furrows his brows. 

"Why though?"

"That feels like a violation." 

With a smug smile, you turn the paper and slowly push it towards him. 

"That's me?"

"Yeah," you reply, straight-faced. "You're glowing."

"Glowing?" he repeats, his voice rising an octave. He gestures wildly at the paper, at a loss for words, his face rapidly turning red. "Why am I—why am I pregnant?!"

"Well, what makes you think I would be the one in this relationship to get pregnant?"

He stares at you blankly and the silence stretches over mountains and valleys. It felt like the whole world went silent for a moment. "Oh god," He mutters but he isn't able to pull his eyes from the beautifully strange drawing. 

The oddness of it all was captivating despite the grotesque sight.

Kyle is still holding the drawing like it's the single most appalling thing he's ever seen. His face is a riot of disbelief and indignation, his free hand running into his curls as he rambles. 

"Why? This is just so demeaning.  I don't even—what is this? Some kind of—"

"Kyle."

"—inside joke, you didn't let me in on? Because I swear—"

"Kyle."

"—if this ends up online, I'll—"

"Kyle!"

He finally looks at you, his mouth still halfway open to continue his tirade. You're biting back a laugh, your eyes sparkling with amusement sparked by the simmer of animosity.

"What?" he snaps, though there's no real heat in his voice.

You don't answer. Instead, you lean forward, grabbing the front of his shirt to tug him closer and kiss him.

The rant dies instantly, his words replaced by a sharp inhale as his lips press against yours. It's soft at first, like he's still stunned, but then his hand finds your waist, and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. The paper—the ridiculous drawing—is forgotten, fluttering to the floor between you.

"WHAT?"

The both of you snap your heads up to find the source of the sound. There stands Weston and Ike looking horrified as ever in the doorway. Their faces contorted into snarls, eyes wide and bewildered. 

"I was joking about them having sex, I wasn't serious!" Ike's hands are gripping the hair on his head, he looks ready to pull it out. 

"Oh, great, you manifestered this!" Weston slaps the back of his friend's head ever so lightly. His word choice was a tad off but the message still got through. 

"No- no one's having sex," Kyle stands from the couch immediately. 

"Why did you kiss my sister?!" Weston's voice rises. 

"I'm not your sister," You say abruptly, scrambling to cover your face with a pillow "It's Peter Parker."

Weston's hands clench at his side, teeth gritted before he sticks a finger pointedly at the pair of you "I'm not falling for that again!" It wasn't often that you had really truly seen your brother angry, it startled you. "I asked you—both of you—a million times if there was something going on, and you were all like, 'Oh, no, Weston, you're crazy!' But you've been sneaking around behind my back! And now you're—kissing! On my couch!"

"This is not your couch," you mumble, wincing when Weston shoots you a glare that could melt steel.

"With Grandpa watching?!" He gestures angrily to the photo of your deceased grandfather that resided on the mantle. 

"Why are you mad?" You look at him from the couch where he seethes by the coat rack, his friend shying away behind him.

"Wha-why-WHY AM I MAD?"

"Weston, you're scaring me,"  Ike's brows draw together in concern, he slinks away, shutting the door and awkwardly taking off his shoes.

"I DON'T CARE!" He flings his arms up "THIS IS NOT OKAY AND I'M TELLING MOM!"

"No-no-no, wait." You put your hands up "Don't tell her or dad, I'll pay you."

"Fifty dollars," He says, firm.

"Aw, never mind, you can tell her. I'm not giving you fifty bones."

Weston rummages in his pocket, pulling out his phone he taps around and you watch him with confusion until you hear the dial tone and it hits you. You hurdle yourself over the couch, socks sliding against the hardwood, almost tripping you up. 

"Weston!" you shout, grabbing at his arm. He twists away, clutching the phone to his chest like it's the answer to world peace. 

"This is justice!" he declares, trying to wriggle out of your grip.

"Justice?!" you scoff, reaching for the phone. "Give it to me!"

"No!" Weston twists again, but you manage to grab hold of his wrist. The two of you spin around in such a way that it frightens the brothers watching you. While the two of them fought like brothers, the age gap stopped them from getting too into it. Your morals were however not set above hitting a pre-teen. 

"Let go, Weston!" you demand, tugging at his arm with all your strength.

"Never!" he shouts, his voice going high-pitched. In a desperate attempt to escape, he leans forward and bites your arm.

"OW! You fucking rat!" you yelp, recoiling for a moment before narrowing your eyes. You bop him on the top of his head 

You throw yourself at him with all the grace of a linebacker, tackling him onto the floor. The phone slips from his hand, skidding across the floorboards, but before you can grab it, Weston wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back.

"Not so fast!" he yells, his legs kicking wildly as the two of you wrestle.

You put your entire hand over his face, keeping him away from you. You can hear his muffled threats beneath your palm as you use your other hand to reach for the phone. The moment you make contact with it, a wet slobbery sensation spreads across your palm.

"EW!" You revoke your hand away from Weston, balling it up and cracking him in the nose. 

"MY NOSE!" He shouts, hands dropping from you and moving to cradle his nose as he stumbles to his feet.

"How do you like it?!" You reach for the phone, collecting it into your hand only to drop it as Weston kicks you in the stomach at full force. 

"Stop and let's talk about this!" Kyle made the mistake of trying to interrupt you two.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, KYLE!" The two of you screech in sync. 

Weston bends down, grabbing to phone and redialing your mother. You grab. his leg and pull him back down, he lands harshly, his face smacking against the floor. You waste no time in clamouring on top of him. Weston tries to wriggle out from under you, but you hook your arm around his neck and haul him into a headlock.

"Get off me, hippo!" He shouts, short-breathed.

"HIPPO?" You tighten the headlock until he's flailing helplessly.

"Get used to this, you'll be part of the family soon," He says to Kyle but the words murmur out with the croak of his throat. 

The door suddenly opens with a sharp creak, and you freeze. Weston uses your hesitation to slip free, collapsing onto the floor and scrambling to his feet.

"Oh my God," your mom's voice cuts through the chaos like a knife. Ike and Kyle look nervously at one another and then your parents, anticipating a long talking to from their mother. 

Your parents stand in the doorway, shopping bags in hand, their expressions a mixture of confusion and concern.

"MOM!" Weston shouts "Kyle and-

Your hands thought faster than your head and you swiftly chop him in the throat before he can finish his sentence. Like a fish thrown out of the water, Weston gulps at the air like he's trying to drink it in. Heat gathers in his face, eyes wide as he clutches at his throat, coughing on nothing. 

He chokes and sputters, spinning himself in a circle for no other reason aside from dramatics. Your mom drops the groceries to the ground, arms out like she's ready to catch Weston if he hobbles in her direction. 

Weston spits out a string of words that fall incoherent to everyone's ears "What?" Your dad raises a brow.

"Kyle!" He manages between gulps of air.

"What about Kyle?" Your dad asks.

"Kissed... Kyle..." 

"YOU KISSED KYLE?" Your mom asks, her eyes widening in horror at her son. 

Everyone looks equal parts horrified at the misconstrued claim. Your hand slaps over your mouth as you look at Kyle who is petrified like stone, frozen in place by terror. Without much thought, you finally say "No, I kissed Kyle."

.˙꩜°˖:*࿔ ☼ ࿔*:˖°꩜˙.

The air in the living room is thick with tension as you and Kyle sit side by side on the couch, your knees barely brushing. Your parents sit opposite you, their expressions a mixture of stern and concerned. Weston is nowhere in sight—likely upstairs revelling in the chaos he unleashed. 

You don't anticipate a quick conversation so you brace yourself for what could be the worst of the worst.

Your mom clears her throat, breaking the silence. "Alright, let's start with this: How long has this been going on?"

You exchange a nervous glance with Kyle before you answer. "A few months," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

"A few months?" your dad repeats, his eyebrows shooting up. "And you didn't think to tell us?"

"We weren't trying to hide it...exactly," Kyle interjects, his voice steady but cautious. "We just wanted to make sure we were serious before involving everyone else."

Your mom crosses her arms, her gaze sharp. "And now? Are you serious?"

Kyle looks at you, his eyes softening. "Yes. I care about her a lot."

The three of them look at you expectantly and you pause. "Uh- yeah."

Your dad leans back in his chair, exhaling a heavy sigh. "You should have brought it up earlier. Kyle, you know I love you like a son—we're not saying you can't date. But lying, or avoiding the truth, isn't the foundation of anything healthy."

You realized then, looking at your boyfriend, that his rigid posture and unwavering eye contact seemed to be the ideal boyfriend. And you knew with your lying, sneaking around and everything else that you were not the ideal girlfriend.

Your mom's expression softens, though her voice remains firm. "This isn't just about honesty with us. Relationships take work, and they take communication—both with each other and with the people in your lives. Do you two understand that?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kyle says, his tone earnest.

"And Kyle, I know you don't take this stuff lightly but you," Your dad shifts his eyes to you "Are you serious about this?"

"What?" The question caught you off guard.

"No, your father's right. This isn't some random boy, this is Kyle. There is more at stake here than just your relationship." Your mother crosses her arms, cooly.

"I-what- that's pretty loaded," You try to laugh but it comes out forced and awkward. 

"Maybe you should've thought about that before sneaking around with a family friend," Your dad adds. He rests his hands on his knees, lips pressed in a thin line.

Your mom sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Sweetheart, you've always been impulsive. You don't think things through, and you're...well, not exactly known for taking anything seriously."

"That's not true." You furrow your eyebrows, sitting up straighter.

"Really?" your dad countered. "Because I seem to remember how you treated your last relationship and the one before that."

"That's different! Those guys weren't—"

"Weren't Kyle?" your mom finished for you, her tone skeptical. "We know that. But the pattern here isn't them, it's you."

You opened your mouth to argue but snapped it shut, frustration bubbling under your skin. They had backed you into a corner. Kyle scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, unsure whether to speak or shrink into himself. 

"If this goes south because you can't take it seriously-

"I take this seriously!' You cut her off "I'm not like that anymore or I'm trying not to at the very least, is that okay?"

The living room had grown uncomfortably quiet after your parents' last comments. The room had fallen still with silence until Weston and Ike's chatter flittered its way down the halls and filled the backdrop. 

"Noted." Your mom cleared her throat, her expression a careful mixture of seriousness and sympathy. "Now that we know you're not just friends, there are going to be some changes."

"What?" You already felt defensive.

Your dad nodded. "What was appropriate before isn't anymore. You two aren't kids playing around in the backyard—this is a relationship. There are boundaries that need to be respected."

Kyle stiffened slightly beside you, but his voice remained steady. "We understand, sir. We'll respect whatever rules you set."

Your mom gave him a small nod of approval. "Good. For starters, no more hanging out in bedrooms, doors closed or otherwise. If you're here, you stay in common areas where we can see you. The same goes for our house and your parents' house."

"What?" you exclaimed, leaning forward. "You're kidding. We're not—"

"Stop," your dad interrupted, holding up a hand. "We're not saying you're doing anything inappropriate. But these rules are about avoiding any situation where trust could be compromised. It's not up for debate."

Never had you seen both of your parents so serious. You remembered back in middle school how you had gotten suspended for spraying perfume in someone's mouth, even speaking to the principal they seemed part uninterested and part on the edge of their seats to lead. Now they spoke with so much gravity you thought you might suffocate.

Your mom hesitated, glancing at your dad before continuing, her tone softer but no less serious. "And there's another thing we need to talk about."

You already didn't like where this was going.

"Relationships like this come with responsibilities," she said carefully.

"Like Spider-Man," Your dad chimes in. 

Her eyes flick between you and Kyle. "If things...progress between you two, we need to know that you're being safe. Using protection."

"Mom!" you blurted, your face heating up like a furnace. "Holy shit! Please stop."

Your mom held up her hand, her expression calm but firm. "This is serious, and it's something you need to hear."

Kyle's ears were practically glowing red, and he looked like he wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. "We're not—we haven't—"

"And we'd like to keep it that way for now," your mom interjected, her voice pointed. "But if things change, you need to be prepared. We're not stupid, and we're not going to pretend it's not a possibility."

You held up both hands as if physically stopping the conversation could make it go away. "Okay! Enough! We get it. Can we just please not, I beg of you." You clasp your hands together like you're praying for your life.

"Okay, just please tell me if something were to happen and you need contraception or if-

"OKAY." You burrow your face into your hands "Yes, okay, sure, fine, I'll keep you posted."

"One last thing," Your dad adds, catching your attention. "We need to have a talk with Gerald and Sheila."

"Oh my god," You mutter.

[momongasshop]

SP characters with a Reader that loves to share their food/drinks<3

Stan❤️:

• Isn’t the type to ask for a bite of your food or a sip of your drink in the first place, so when you ask, he declines your offer

• When you keep pestering him about taking a bite/sip of whatever you’re eating/drinking, he will definitely give in and do it to make you happy (He could be so full and stuffed, but if you keep offering, he will keep saying yes)

• After knowing this trait of yours he will expect you to ask him to take bites or sips of whatever you got (Definitely gets worried or pouty when you don’t offer; has him thinking he did something wrong)

• Thinks of it as your love language and does the same for you if he has something to eat/drink

• Is a little awkward and shy when you offer to feed him in front of his friends or his family, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy it

• Overall thinks it’s a sweet gesture from you and looks forward to going out for ice cream and coffee with you because he knows if he doesn't like what he has, he can rely on you to share with him

Kyle💚:

• Is also the type to share his food but doesn't really realize he does; he picked up the habit from his mom, who does the same thing

• When y'all go out, he is the type to buy something different from yours and give you half of whatever he bought, and you do the same

• Doesn’t really get embarrassed when you feed him in front of his friends because if someone says anything (Cartman and his big mouth), he will clap back and put them in their place (We know he is not afraid of confrontation)

• Thinks it’s especially sweet when you are over at his place and share your snacks with Ike and don’t leave him out of your little habit

• One time, he knocked over your coffee and sweet treat while on a date and felt bad for a straight week, so he kept buying you different sweets and drinks he knew you would enjoy (Of course, being the sweetheart you are, you shared each one)

• Overall, he loves it and matches you and this little quirk perfectly

Cartman💛:

• Absolutely loves that you do this but will definitely abuse your kindness

• Ask him if he wants a bite he takes 3, ask him if he wants a sip, he drinks half of whatever you got, he will demolish that shit

• That doesn’t mean he won’t share with you, though; he will, but he is going to pull the “Don’t take a big bite!” and whine if you do (You took a microscopic piece)

• Is the type to bring you snacks but eat half of whatever it is and you let him because it makes you happy to see him eat as much as he wants

• Doesn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed if you feed him in front of his friends and will even make little snide remarks to them/just be a little bitch about it (Come on, it’s Cartman, he ain’t gonna be all sweet)

• Overall he can be a bit more takey and not so much givey but at the end of the day that’s just Cartman for you (Secretly he appreciates it a lot but you would never hear that come out of his mouth)

Kenny🧡:

• Out of everyone, he is not only the most into it but the most appreciative of your habit

• He may not be able to buy you all the treats, meals, and drinks you want, but he will try to share as much as he can (Each paycheck he gets from any random job he has, he WILL buy you your favorite foods/drinks as a thanks)

• Even if you tell him he doesn’t have to share, he still insists since you share with him all the time (definitely feels guilty about you always sharing with him until he realized how happy it makes you when he is fed)

• Cartman has definitely picked on him about you feeding him and sharing with him but you shut that down real quick and put Cartman in his place (Ain’t nobody gonna pick on Kenny on your watch)

• You invite Kenny over to your place so you can bake different sweets and treats for him to take back home to share with Karen and the rest of his family

• Overall he is so sweet and appreciative so it makes you want to share with him even more

Butters🩵:

• He is the sweetest with this cute habit of yours, gives just as much as you, and tries to take as little as possible

• The last thing he wants you to think is he is using you in some way, shape, or form (Even with all your reassurance he still has that guilt in the back of his mind)

• He is totally a “Well, if you insist!” and takes a big bite kinda person; he only registers that he ate/drank half of whatever you got after he sees you giggling at him

• Butters is definitely the type to clean a plate, and if you say you're full, he will clean yours too (With how strict his parents are, I know they forced him to stay at the table until he was finished with his meal)

• When you feed him in front of his friends, he will definitely be embarrassed and need your reassurance, and if anyone says shit, you’re ready to swing

• Overall, Butters is just so Buttery; there is no other way to describe it (lol)