#south park x you smut

[sp-by-april]

kyle x reader fucking in same room as other main4, get caught but KEEP GOING

This one was fun! They got kinda poly at the end idk!

Kyle x F!Reader

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Kyle had all his friends over. They were watching some movie, but I couldn’t focus.

I was on his lap with his dick inside of me. I was an idiot. Bored and horny. I fucked with Kyle covertly under the blanket until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Pure luck, I was wearing a pleated skirt and no panties.

Except now he had squeezed inside of me and I wanted to really fuck him. The bounce on him until he can’t take it anymore and erupts, kind of fuck him.

The way he was breathing in my ear, practically panting while I rocked my hips the slowest and smallest I could without being noticeable, I could tell he wanted it too.

This pace was killing us.

Then his hips jumped a little and he gasped right in my ear.

They looked over at us and I sat still like a stone.

Kyle cleared his throat, “Sorry I just remembered something about.. The end of the movie,”

“No spoilers” Eric scoffed and threw a piece of popcorn at him.

I instinctively ducked and my hips rocked over Kyle.

“Fuck,” He groaned. Loudly.

Now the attention was definitely on us.

“She – Uh,” Kyle stammered.

Kenny’s head tilted, “Is she fucking you right now?”

Kyle shook his head and put both his arms around me protectively, “Don’t be fucking stupid,”

“Take off the blanket,” Stan ordered, “If, you know, that’s even true,”

“I shouldn’t have to prove to you –“

Kenny yanked the blanket away.

I froze and hoped my skirt was enough to hide the evidence. Kyle knew it wasn’t.

He kissed my ear, “Sorry,”

I rolled my hips so I could get one good move in before I was forced to dismount.

Kyle gasped and his hips thrust up into me.

I moaned and my hips kept moving. I don’t even think I was controlling my body. I just knew it felt fucking good.

Stan shifted uncomfortably and Kenny was stroking himself through his pants.

Most surprisingly, so was Eric.

I was kind of turned on knowing all the guys were watching, so I slowly opened my legs to give them a better view.

“Shit,” Kenny said, fumbling with his pants in his rush to get his cock in his hands.

Kyle kissed my neck and his hands ran up my body from my hips to my breasts. He squeezed and caressed them, he was really thrusting up into me now.

He put his mouth to my ear as he tugged at my blouse, “Take it off. I want to feel you,”

I pulled my blouse off, Kyle was happy to help. He unclasped my bra and I tossed it to the side.

His hands were back on my breasts and he groaned loud in my ear, “I’m so fucking close,”

“Are you gonna come in her?” Stan asked, dick in hand.

I wondered when that happened.

“I always do,” I could feel Kyle nod behind me, “She gets off on it,”

My breath hitched, “So do you,”

He groaned low and squeezed my breasts, “Yeah. I do,”

He thrust up into me and it send me over the edge.

My back arched and my eyes rolled back. It was one of the best orgasms of my life. Going so slow meant it really had time to build, so when the wave of pleasure hit me, it was overwhelming. I moaned so fucking loud. My walls tightened up around Kyle and gripped onto him for dear fucking life.

That was enough to send him over the edge.

He held my hips down as he thrust up into me and then I felt him jump a little as he groaned almost as loud as I just had. I could feel every pulse of his cock as he erupted within me. I loved the feeling of him filling me up with spurts of his cum. He was right about that.

He wrapped his arms around me tight and set his forehead on my shoulder as he lingered in the afterglow of finally getting off.

“My turn,” Kenny grinned.

“The fuck?” Stan said, “If anyone, if should be me,”

Eric interjected, “Bullshit,”

I turned my head to ask Kyle to interject, but he was snoring on my shoulder. I leaned against him and closed my eyes while they argued.

When I woke up, we were all in a cuddle pile on the couch.

[angel-gone-dark]

Kyle x Coquette girlie pretty please with sugar on top. 🤭

Kyle x Coquette!F!Reader

ok so like. i went off here. um, hope you like it bestie LMAO

CWs: unprotected sex, reader is a little bit of a shit, maybe a lil rough?

SMUT UNDER CUT. MDNI.

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Kyle raised a brow at his friends in the hallway, who were all in various states of confusion. 

“What the hell are you all staring at?” He snipped, and Cartman pointed across the hall.

“Dude, look at her outfit. I’ve never seen anything like it.” 

Kyle looked over at the girl who had been pointed out. She was surrounded by the other girls, talking and laughing. He was entranced with the way she moved, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He’d never seen someone dress the way she did, her outfit consisting of white lace and pink bows. The mary janes on her feet clicked against the tiles any time she shuffled her pose. He swallowed, forcing his eyes back onto his friends. 

“Yeah? What, uh, what about it?” He asked.

Cartman cocked his head to the side, “What is she even going for?”

“Who cares, it works,” Kenny grinned. “She looks fucking hot.”

Kyle couldn’t help but agree. Her skirt was short over her tights, shirt showing off the smooth skin of her shoulders. He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of it pressed against him, especially the skin on her chest and thighs. He had to take some deep breaths, attempting to force his boner down. Kyle was saved, literally, by the bell. He dashed off to his class, trying his hardest to ignore the pretty girl- and the bewildered cries of his friends.

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The ginger slid his fingers through his curls, squinting down at his textbooks in frustration. He jotted down notes, rereading them at least 5 times over to make sure they made sense. He jumped, looking up with wide eyes when he was joined at the table… by the girl he was looking at earlier. You.

“Uh, hey,” he greeted. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, I hear you’re a really good tutor. Can I get you to look over my work quickly?” You batted your lashes at him and he was suddenly extremely glad he was sitting down. 

“Yeah, yes of course,” He nodded, taking your notebook from you to glance over your notes. “This looks really good, but I think you have an error right here.”

You hummed, nodding. You contorted your face into your cutest pout, absolutely indulging in his eyes on you. 

“I don’t understand,” you huffed, moving your chair closer to him and pressing your chest up against his arm. 

He stammered trying to muster a reply, “W-well, uh, here. Look at the way I broke it down in my notes.”

Throughout his whole ‘tutoring’ thing, you acted your absolute cutest. If you were being entirely honest, you’d had your eyes on him from the moment you saw him. You were heavily repressing the urge to jump his bones in the very public library.

“You know, I think you should come to my house after school. I could use some more help,” you suggested, leaning further into him. 

His face was tinged deep with a blush that went from the tops of his ears down, down… you gnawed your lip thinking how far it reached. 

“Y-yeah. Okay,” he gave in. “Where do you…”

You interrupted him, “Meet me after school. We’ll walk together, handsome.”

He gaped as you retreated from the library, your little date secure. 

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You waited for Kyle near the school’s main entrance, books clutched close to your chest. Your sickly sweet smile returned as he approached, and you gave him that innocent look that you knew would drive him nuts.

“Hi, Kyle,” you had put on your most charming voice. “Thanks for walking me home and helping me with homework.”

“No problem,” he smiled and it nearly took you out. “Can you scooch over? I’d rather be the one walking on the outside of the sidewalk.”

Oh, he was going to be the death of you. The walk to your house was mostly quiet, Kyle seeming content with the silence.

You opened your door, gesturing for him to follow you, and led him all the way up to your room. You sat pretty on your bed, tilting your head at him. He glanced around, trying to avoid your hungry gaze draping down him. You sighed gently, combing your fingers up your body to untie the ribbon holding your hair in its graceful ponytail. He sat in your desk chair, moving his textbook over his lap.

You stood, waltzing right on over and placing your hand over the thick book between you and heaven.

“Hiding something?” You teased, pressing down on it. 

He grabbed your wrist in his hand, speaking through grit teeth, “Stop it.” 

“Or what?” You taunted. He had had enough of your attitude. 

Kyle stood, grabbed you by the hips, and tossed you onto the mattress. He leaned over you, voice strained and hands gripping the sheets. 

“You’re making it extremely difficult for me to stay decent, do you know that? You asked me to help you study, and here I am trying, and you’re giving me those goddamn eyes,” he rambled, more frustrated than you had expected. “I can’t tell if you’re giving me permission to touch you like I want to.”

“Do it.”

As soon as he had your permission he was ravishing your lips with his, his hands moving to squeeze eagerly at your chest as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, honey,” he breathed, face dipping to nip at your neck. “Why can’t you be this good all the time, hm?” 

You groaned as his lips moved downwards, and he left purpley blue hickeys on your skin. Those would be hard to cover, and you would have been angrier if one of his hands hadn’t moved under your skirt to stroke your slit through your tights and panties.

“Sorry about this, but the damn things are in the way.” He huffed, ripping a hole directly in the crotch of your tights.

As you made a move to protest, his deft fingers moved your panties to the side, thumb rolling over your clit and index plunging into you. You gasped, back arching under his touch as he stretched you out, adding his middle finger as well.

“Kyle, please.” You whined.

“Please what, pretty? Use your manners.” 

“Please just fuck me.” 

He chuckled, fingers curling inside of you teasingly, “Since you asked so nicely.”

You whimpered at how empty you felt as he retracted his fingers to undo his belt and jeans, leaning up on your elbows to watch. As he pulled his cock out of his boxers, you couldn’t help but salivate. He was thick, and wet, and blushing an angry pink at the tip. It twitched as he touched it to glide it against your slit, making you moan.

He was eager, too eager to properly undress either of you. All he did was flip your skirt up as he sunk into you, his jaw hanging open as he allowed you to adjust. 

“Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, rolling his hips harshly into yours. “Atta girl, you can take it. C’mere.”

He pressed his lips on yours again as he began to move, pace quickly rising from the simple grind of his hips to roughly pound into your cunt. Your eyes fell shut, hands clawing at your cute pink bedspread. 

“K-Kyle, fuck.” You heaved, hips bucking up into his.

“Such a dirty mouth on you, gorgeous…” He smirked down at you, thumb moving back to roll over your clit. “Do you want me to make you cum on my cock?”

“Please, please, I need it, Kyle.” You begged, all sense of dignity out the window as he plunged in and out of you with wet slaps.

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he groaned, increasing the pressure of his tight little circles. “So cute f’me.”

His cock twitched inside you, and he dropped his drooling mouth to your neck again, biting down hard before whispering in your ear.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, honey, you can take it. Fuck.”

You couldn’t hold it any longer, the tight coil that rested in your abdomen snapping suddenly as you came with a cry. You gripped him so tight he could barely move as he ground his hips down into you, his release not far behind, spilling warmth inside of you.

“Shit,” he cursed, gently pulling himself from your hole. “If you look this good with my cum dripping out of you we might be here for a while.”

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he owes reader a pair of tights!!!!

word count: 1411

[n0tangeliccc]

Hi lovely! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to request! I hope you're requests are open, if they aren't you can totally ignore this! Can I request smut for Tweek, Kenny, Stan & Kyle reacting to their s/o wear a lingerie?

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day/night and take care!!

Reacting to their S/O in lingerie!

Kyle, Kenny, Stan, Tweek (separate) x fem!reader

(Everyone is 18+ don’t rip my head off guys)

Warning: Implied smut

A/N: Hope you also have a lovely day or night anon!<3

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Kyle Broflovski💚

- His jaw drops to the floor and his face gets as red as his hair

- He gets so flustered he can’t even talk

“W-woah, you l-look so..woah j-just-“

- Just kisses you all over and praises your body

- Instantly just wants to please you

- Tries to be super careful when taking it off as to not rip it

- Hopes you’ll wear some again because he thinks you look gorgeous in it

Kenny McCormick🧡

- He has the cockiest smirk on his face when he sees you

- ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT (no surprise there, I mean this is Kenny we’re talking about)

- Instantly pulls you on top of him

“God princess, you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now. You look so fucking sexy.”

- Completely marks you, from your neck all the way down to your thighs

- Rips it off you, he doesn’t care how expensive it was he just needs you so desperately

- Wants to pick what you wear next time

Stan Marsh💙

- Like Kyle, his jaw drops to the floor

- In complete awe of you, he has to just stare at you and take it all in for a second

- Gets super touchy and has his hands all over your body

“Damn…look so good baby”

- Leaves tons of marks on you

- Actually wants you to keep it on during sex

- Asked you to wear it more often

Tweek Tweak💚

- Almost had a heart attack when he saw you

- His faces got so red and he got even more nervous than before (if that’s even possible)

- Because of this he gets scared to touch you

“Y-you’re s-so g-gorgeous-acK! C-can I t-touch you?”

- His hands get all shaky as he touches you

- Tries to remove it carefully but accidentally rips it

- Like Kyle, he hopes that you’ll wear it more often but is too scared to ask

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Damn I’m posting this late as fuck (it’s almost 12 am)

[rxptdevil]

Opposites attract

Agent!Kyle broflovski x bimbo!Reader

Plot:Kyle broflovski is your bossy pushy partner who always shames you for being a whore.

Kyle was never one to mince words. As your bossy, pushy partner, Kyle had this annoying habit of always pointing out how you were a bratty whore and that your skimpy outfits were the reason why you got yourself into so much trouble. You hated it when they called you a bimbo, too. You were smart, you just didn't have the best memory sometimes. It was bad enough that you had to work with Kyle every day, but today things seemed especially tense between the two of you.

The mission was going south, and you couldn't help but feel like it was your fault. You were supposed to be the brains of the operation, but somehow you just couldn't focus. Your mind kept wandering back to last night's party, and how Kyle had teased you about being such a slut. The more you thought about it, the more angry you became. And then, just as you were about to make a crucial mistake that could cost you both your lives, Kyle snapped.

"You stupid bitch!" they yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you hard. "How could you be so careless? We could have died because of you!"

They pushed you up against the cold, unforgiving wall of the abandoned warehouse you were hiding in. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt their body pressed against yours, their breath hot and angry on your neck. You wanted to protest, to tell them you were sorry, but the words got stuck in your throat. You couldn't believe how strong they were, how easily they had overpowered you.

With one swift motion, Kyle pinned your arms above your head, their weight bearing down on you. You gasped for air, struggling futilely against their iron grip. "You're such a useless whore," they growled, their eyes flashing with rage. "I can't believe I ever thought we could work together."

The anger in their voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt deep in your gut. But then they leaned in closer, their lips just inches from yours, and you forgot all about your mistakes. "I just want you to know," they murmured, their voice softening, "that I'm only this close to giving up on us."

Without giving you a chance to react, Kyle pressed their lips against yours in a hard, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle or sweet like the kisses they used to give you when you were first together, but it was passionate and intense, and it took your breath away. Your body responded instinctively, melting into theirs as you wrapped your legs around their waist and moaned into their mouth.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the anger and frustration bleeding away, replaced by a burning desire that you hadn't felt in months. Kyle broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and leaned back to look at you. Their eyes were dark and hungry, and for a moment you forgot about the danger that surrounded you. You forgot about everything but the way they made you feel.

Without another word, Kyle pressed their lips back to yours, their tongue dancing expertly with yours as they explored every inch of your mouth. Their grip on your arms loosened slightly, and you were able to bring your hands up to tangled in their hair, pulling them closer still. The sound of their moans filled the air, mingling with your own as your bodies moved in perfect harmony.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, the tension and fear of the past few hours melting away under the weight of Kyle's touch. You couldn't help but wonder how things had gotten to this point, how you could have ever doubted the connection you shared. But as your bodies moved together in a frenzy of passion, you knew that there was no going back now. This was it. This was real.

Kyle's hands roamed expertly over your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples until they were hard and aching. You moaned loudly, arching your back into his touch, and he smiled down at you, his eyes dark with desire. Without warning, he reached up and tore off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs. You gasped at the sight of him, feeling a fresh wave of desire wash over you.

He must have noticed the effect he had on you, because with a growl of satisfaction, he lowered his head and trailed his tongue along your collarbone. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but writhe beneath him. Your own hands moved to undo his pants, eager to feel him inside you. As he helped you push them down, his erect cock sprang free, and you gasped at the sight of it.

It was long and thick, perfectly sized for you. Without further ado, he positioned himself between your legs and slowly thrust inside you. The feeling of being filled by him was overwhelming, both in the best possible way and in the way that left you breathless and weak in the knees. He started out slow, each thrust measured and deliberate, but as the passion built between you, his movements grew more frenzied.

As he fucked you against the cold, hard wall of the warehouse, Kyle's hand found its way back to your breast, cupping and massaging it. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and you moaned loudly, arching your back to meet his thrusts. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, digging in as deeply as his cock was buried inside you. The sound of your hips slapping against the wall filled the air, a rhythm that seemed to echo through the empty building.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling and alive with desire. You couldn't believe how good it felt to be with Kyle like this, to feel the connection between you that had always been so intense, even when things had been at their worst. The anger and frustration that had built up over the past few hours seemed to melt away under the weight of his touch, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief and contentment.

As Kyle continued to thrust into you, his movements growing more urgent, his breath hot and ragged against your neck, his hand moved to cup your breast, his thumb teasing and circling your nipple. You moaned loudly, arching your back into his touch as the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as you felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen, the knowledge that your orgasm was close, so close you could almost taste it.

And then, with a cry that was part relief and part ecstasy, you came, your body tensing around Kyle's cock as waves of pleasure washed over you. He followed suit almost immediately, his thrusts becoming rough and desperate as he emptied himself inside you. His weight pressed down on you, pinning you to the wall, his labored breath hot against your skin.

For a moment, you both remained joined, bodies intertwined and hearts racing. Kyle's breathing slowly returned to normal, his chest rising and falling rhythmically against yours. His grip on you loosened slightly, and you felt the warmth of his skin as his forehead rested against yours. He smiled against your skin, his voice barely a whisper as he asked, "Are you on the pill?"

You smiled back, feeling a sense of triumph and accomplishment wash over you. You hadn't planned on this happening tonight, but somehow it felt right. You knew that this wasn't just about sex. It was about proving to Kyle that you could trust him, and that your feelings for him ran deeper than mere attraction. "No," you replied, your voice husky from the intensity of the moment.

[shhh-secret-time]

rahhhh i’m such a fan of your writing omg and I never request stuff so i’m very nervous to send this but can I Pretty Please ask for something w kyle who’s usually more of a sub being asked to like Go Crazy Dom and at first he’s nervous but then like completely gets into it and wrecks reader’s shit please…. thank u for yr service🙏🏼

Oh lovelies you never need to be nervous when sending requests, I know it can be intimidating but believe me I say this truly makes my day!

That being said, I hope you don't mind that I've combo the request with someone else's! I'm getting a lot of Kyle and I wanna make sure everyone gets a little of what they want! And there is filth ahead so get your bibles ready. Sinners the lot of you.

Me too

Warning: NSFW, Slight choking, Dom!Kyle, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Oral, Strong Language

Pairing: Kyle x Fem!Reader

Notes: Shout out to the roommate who talked me through making a Danish so I didn't have to google it lmao.

The smell of brown sugar and cinnamon filled the air swirling around in your small kitchen. The morning light peeks through the curtains of the circular window in front of the sink, you smile at the view of lilac and orange seemed to blend. You've read things online where people compared the morning sky to painting where the paint seemed to just melt together, and it seemed like one of those days. If you were better with a camera, you'd take a picture just to share it. That and the fact that you had a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a very sleepy curly red-haired man nuzzling into your shoulder.

Your husband Kyle was never a morning person, for all his perfections and his strict schedule keeping, when the morning sun would greet him, he'd return the greeting with a groan and a feeble attempt to hide. You were trying to revive the poor man by making a pot of coffee, the warm brown liquid was the only thing that brought him back to the land of the living. The man ran off of coffee, you were sure the Tweeks owed half their business to him. With the coffee pot humming its little tune and the smell of ingredients laid out across the counter this morning just seemed perfect. Now if only your husband didn't have to leave and go to work if he could just stay with you and keep you warm.

The crisp morning air seeped into the house and sure you could change out of the basketball shorts you stole from him, and the large T-shirt you stole from him, oh the fluffy socks you stole from him but then you wouldn't smell like him. Because he would be leaving after he got through with his morning routine, and you'd be alone in this cold little house.

"What's with the face baby?" His voice broke you out of your little pout, the sleepy gravel laced in each word sent a shiver down your spine.

"What face? I'm making apple and brown sugar Danishes..." You say with a little smile on your face knowing full well he was going to keep bugging you about this.

"Hm... that’s why you had your lip poked out. And your brows were doing that thing." How did he know? He still had his face buried in you, now pushed into the crook of your neck.

You only hum in response as you focus on the apple in your hands, the knife gliding across the skin of the ruby red fruit. He knew better than to mess with you while you were handling dangerous kitchen tools, so he waited until you finished. Once you finished slicing the apples you gently placed them into the lemon water mixture, it would keep the apples fresh while you worked on the rest of the pastry. Next your hands find the mixing tool and begin to pull together nutmeg, brown sugar, butter, salt, and finally the cinnamon. Because you didn't have a lot of time in the mornings, knowing your husband had little time, you prepared the flour before he even stirred.

"You can't ignore me forever; I'm just going to keep bugging you until you tell me why you made such an adorable face." Kyle reminds you that he's still latched onto you by placing a lazy kiss on your neck, his lips trailing down towards your shoulder touching any skin that's exposed by the baggy shirt.

Every little kiss pulled you further and further away from your mixing, you couldn't help but melt under his affection. That didn't stop you from trying. You try squirming away from his lips, pushing your cheek against his face to nudge it out of the way.

"Baby, I'm trying to make you breakfast. Do you want to go to work hungry?"

"Hmm no, but if it means getting you to talk then I can suffer a little." He responds by tugging you back against him pulling you away from the bowl, the only shield against his wondering lips.

Kyle turns you around and lifts you up so you're facing him, using the counter so that you can look him in the eye. He's lucky you already put the ingredients you needed in the bowl, it didn't matter how pretty he looked with his messy bedhead and his soft green eyes, if he ruined your work, he'd get more than a pout. You expect him to move his hands from under your thighs, but he doesn't, instead he slots himself in between your legs and keeps the warmth of his palm on your exposed skin.

"No where to run now, come on love talk to me."

You look away for a moment, the heat from his hands was almost as warm as the blush on your face. "I- was just thinking about how lonely it is sometimes when you leave for work. I miss you..." You finally cave, how can you not under his gaze especially when it softens as you speak.

Kyle lets out a soft 'oh' that seems to drag out along with a sigh. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, one of his hands leaves your thigh and cups the side of your face his lips aren't on. "I'm sorry, you know getting out of bed is one of the hardest things I do every morning. I want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in the blankets with you."

This is why you didn't want to say anything, it was a selfish feeling. He was the one going out to provide for you both, he was the one who had to leave the house while he insisted that you stayed home to relax. When you first married Kyle, it was one of the first things he expressed he wanted, the need to take care of you and pamper you. It was a dream at first, having all that time to yourself and your hobbies and the only thing you needed to focus on was keeping the house clean.

Kyle pulls your face towards him, his index finger hooking under your chin to guide you back to him. His face drops to a frown when he sees the look on your face, his eyes studying you carefully.

"Hey, why don't we go out tonight? We can get some dinner and maybe catch a movie?" He's trying and it's so sweet, the way he doesn't seem to even mind your selfishness.

"That sounds nice. I'm sorry Kyle." You smile at him giving him a little kiss on the nose.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's just-...you're the one that has to work and I'm being, I dunno clingy?"

"Baby you're not clingy. Honestly, I love that you want me here. I want to be here." If he wasn't already smiling at the way you kissed his nose, he definitely has a love filled grin now.

"I know and it makes me feel bad for telling you. Like, it's probably already hard enough for you to go to work."

Kyle goes quiet for a only a moment before shaking his head, the red curls bouncing from side to side as he does. He sighs softly and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes. The love in his smile matches the soft greens of his eyes.

"You're so sweet. Such a wonderful wife, you know that? I can't believe I'm this lucky to have married someone so considerate." Between his barrage of compliments and the way he peppers your face with so many soft kisses you can't argue back. "You're not making my life harder by wanting me to stay, I'm not burdened by you, I promise. Have I ever been the kind of guy to keep that kind of thing quiet?"

No. If Kyle Broflovski felt strongly about something you would hear it. It was honestly one of your favorite things about him, you never had to guess how he felt or if he wasn't upset and was too afraid to tell you. There were moments where he needed time to sort out his feelings or he'd explode, and he swore he'd never do that to you. Not you, not the person he bound his life to.

"There's more to this isn't there? Come on love, what is it?" Kyle Broflovski was also very good at reading you, turns out.

You pressed your lips together as your hands worked up towards his hair, carding your fingers through his fiery red curls. He hummed in delight at the way your fingers felt against his scalp, if you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, you'd compare him to a cat.

One should feel honored that Kyle would even allow them to see his hair when he was a kid, now here you were touching it and even massaging his scalp. You swore if you had enough time, you'd have him purring in your hands.

"I was just thinking about a way to not make the house so lonely."

"You want me to see if I can't start working from home? It'll be a little difficult, but I can-"

"No, no. I mean that would be awesome but no. I mean like...what if we had a little us running around? You know?" You whisper letting your voice drop as if someone could be listening in on your conversation.

Kyle's eyes widen and you watch his face turn a bright red, the freckles on his face pop against his skin. You've never seen him react like that, even before you were married in those early dating stages. Sure, there were times where he got nervous, times where he felt his heart speed up when he looked at you, times where he was puddy in your hands and you could pull a side of him that he'd never show anyone else.

In the bedroom it was you who took the lead. Maybe it was because Kyle was so busy being "dominate" in other parts of your relationship that when it was time for love making, he just wanted to let someone else have control. Being able to shut his mind off and just focus on the wonderful feeling you gave him was what heaven felt like, he was sure. And he was just lucky you liked the role, that you took to it so easily. There was no shame in his eyes, he just wanted to keep what you both did between you two. The world didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. But the way he looked at you told a different story.

"You...want a baby? My baby?" His voice matches your level, but his voice seems to dip lower than his usual sleepy voice.

"Who else? I know we haven't really talked about it, but I think we're in a good spot and we'd make really good parents."

When Kyle doesn't respond you squirm a little on the counter, shifting in his hold that seemed to tighten around your thigh. You watched as he took a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered shut. Then he grabbed his phone and began tapping away against the screen. You went to move so you could give him the privacy he needed as your eyes caught the little text bubbles being sent. You tried your hardest not to read what he was texting but his hand on your thigh squeezed around the soft flesh, a silent warning to keep still. The way his jaw shifts and the veins in his arms poke out makes you tilt your head in confusion.

"I called off." His voice breaking the silence makes you jolt, that and the way he tosses his phone to the side.

"What?! Why!? I don't want to be the reason you're staying home." You try to protest further but you're cut off by the way his lips slam into yours.

"I've got plenty of sick days I never use. You're sitting here in my clothes talking about wanting my baby. And god damn it I didn't even want to go in today anyway." He growls in between the kisses, emphasizing each word.

"I always wear your clothes though! I don't see-... Kyle did asking for a baby get you worked up?" You ask pulling him back from your lips by his hair, he usually likes when you tug on the roots.

He lets out a small moan, but it's cut off by another growl, he grabs your hands holding your smaller wrists in his one hand. Pinning them above your head against the cabinets behind you makes you gasp, and your eyes widen. This was a new side to him that had your core pulsing with desire.

He didn't need to answer, you got it from that alone, but he did. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about wanting to fill you up. How bad I wanna cum in you until there's no question that you're pregnant."

You shutter and whimper at the way he speaks to you, his dirty talk working its magic. As the years went on, he worked on trying to keep it out of his vocabulary, but in moments like this where he gets worked up it would slip out.

But it never came out like this, you never realized how much you liked Kyle like this. You never saw the looks he would give you when you were so busy taking care of Ike. The way his eyes would linger with a dark hunger behind them as you took care of his baby brother like it was second nature. Thoughts of your own kids grabbing at your hip and hugging your leg, a baby in your arms and another one in his. How jealous he was that Stan told him one night that he was trying with his partner for kids. How Kenny already had one with another one the way. Kyle wanted his kids to grow up with theirs, maybe they'd be best friends like they were.

More importantly he wanted to see you pregnant, the need to take care of you was ingrained so deeply that he wanted this. Needed this. His cock was aching already over the fact that you brought it up and he didn't have to. You came to him wanting a baby and fuck he was going to give you one. Especially if you kept whimpering and pressing your body against his like that.

"Who's getting worked up now? Do you like that idea? C'mon talk to me Mama." Oh, the way he called you that was dangerous, his hot breath ghosting over your exposed collarbone.

"I-I-" You can't get it out, the way your head is spinning and the way his lips are working, making his mark on your skin. You yelp when his teeth sink in and his grip on your wrists tightens. "I do! I-I want you!"

He seemed to like that, liked the way you beg for him so easily. You feel him smirk into your skin and his free hand push up your shirt. His fingertips glide across your skin finding your breasts, there he gives your nipple a sharp pinch, rolling the nub between his index finger and this thumb. "You sound so pretty like this; I should have done this forever ago.... I'm gonna let your hands go so I can get this shirt off you. You keep them there." Kyle wasn't asking, not the way he clicked his tongue and rolled your nipple.

You cry out and nod, barely able to verbally respond, the pain was intoxicated something you didn't even know you liked. If this was how he was acting from just talking about putting a baby in you, you couldn't wait until he was actually fucking you. For now, you'd play his game, keep your hands above your head so he can slip the faded T-shirt off you.

"I never get tired of this." Next comes your shorts, he unties the strings keeping the baggy basketball shorts up and around your waist. His hands working on pulling them down until they pool beneath his feet, kicking them to the side. "I can't believe you thought for a second I would be upset with you for wanting me to stay home. Fuck, I'm glad you said something. Guess I don't have to worry about going to work hungry hm?" He returns to your neck, but he doesn't stay for long, he kisses a heated trail down to your breasts.

There his lips latch onto your hardening buds. His tongue swirls around the pink flesh hungrily sucking until they're red and sore. Each little cry and moan you let out only encourages him to give the other side the same attention. All the while his hands work on opening your legs to him.

His attention is pulled away when he feels your soaked cunt. Expecting to find your panties, he growls and looks down at you. You don't know how he went from looking you in the eye, to almost hovering over you with such a dangerous look. How he made you feel so small like you were prey.

"Was this a part of your plan? Make those adorable pouting faces and get me to fuck you on the kitchen counter? Wear nothing under my clothes so I can dive right into that delicious looking pussy?" You moan and throw your head back, not just from how filthy he spoke but from how he bit the inside of your thigh.

Teeth marks marking up and down your plump perfect thighs, they were perfect to him. Perfect in the way they felt under his teeth, perfect in the way they filled his hand, perfect in the way you tasted. All of you was perfect.

"Oh fuck~" You're nearly cut off by another gasp as his nips turn to kisses against your slit.

"Keep moaning like that, it goes so well with my breakfast." The way his tongue slipped through the lips of your cunt against your bud made your gasp turn to moans.

Kyle devoured you like you were his last meal, his tongue swirls around your nub like he had your breasts. You couldn't help as your hips rolled against his tongue chasing pleasure with greed, but he stops you with a firm hold on your thighs. His teeth graze your bud as a warning, a silent demand for you to sit still, but if the way he spoke and pinned you down was anything to go off of; you needed to keep pushing. So, you pushed against his hold again, squirming against his mouth.

When Kyle pulls back and clicks his tongue, it isn't until you see the look in his eyes that you know you're in trouble. "I kept my hands up like you told me to...w-what is it?"

"You know what. I'm trying to eat my meal in peace and you're making it very hard. Quit being a brat."

"But I was just-"

Kyle cuts you off again, but not with his lips or his own words, but from his hands wrapped around your throat. The tips of his fingers applied a healthy amount of pressure to cut off just enough air to make your head spin. His eyes narrow down at you as he forces your head up.

"You were just...what? Arguing with me? No, I think you were going to say, I'm sorry I won't move my hips again. I'll keep still so you can eat."

He waits. Waits for you to nod before letting your throat go, then he waits another second looking at you expectedly. As you gasp for air your tongue traces your bottom lip. "I... I’m sorry and I'll keep still so you can eat."

"Good girl."

Oh. Oh. Maybe you were more of a switch than you thought. Maybe it was just the way he said that with that delicious purr. At this moment you didn't really care to put a label on it, you were just burning from the praise. Not like you had a lot of time to think about it anyway, not when he knelt back down and started eating you out. His lips latched onto the sensitive nub pulling a moan from you as he sucked, his tongue flicks over it again and again. He's attentive to every sound you make from the way your muscles flex and bounce under his touch. All but humming when your yell for God or his name.

Throwing your head back, you swore you were seeing stars when he shook his head back and forth. The friction had you clenching around nothing and your nails digging into the wooden cabinets behind you.

"Kyle baby, I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum. I-I've been good I did what you told me!"

When he doesn't say anything, you have to fight the urge to grab him by the head and force him to look up at you. Slowly he looks up at you and the little flicker of fire behind them tells you all you need. It takes everything in your power not to close your eyes as you cum around his tongue, even more so when his tongue begins to greedily lap it up. You mewl and squirm trying to pull away from him, but he won't let you, won't let you move from his hold. Nothing you could have baked for him would taste as perfect as you do.

"So sweet~. Hmm always taking care of me." Kyle rubs his lips against your thighs again, wiping the slick off his jaw.

As he stands back up, he can't help but admire his work. The way your skin is marked with his teeth marks, the purple bruises on your thighs shaped like his hand, and now the way your face is flushed a dark red as you try to catch your breath. You can't quite read what's going on in his head, but he's got that look like he's thinking about something. The way his brows knit together and his eyes flicker from you to around the room.

Then he hums, picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen table. You shiver when the cool wood hits your back but it's a distant complaint as he hovers over you. Somewhere between the counter and the table he's slipped off his plaid bottoms and his boxers. Discarded somewhere with your clothes, you click back into reality as he pulls his shirt over his head. Most of his freckles are covering his shoulders, dusting across the pale skin and down his back. He raises a brow at you when he catches you admiring just how handsome he really is. It's only morning and he's already got you so dazed and worked up.

"Got something to say Mama?"

Fuck you were really beginning to like that, "just thinking about how incredibly lucky I am. We're gonna make some really pretty babies."

He smirks at you, the kind that would have made you fall to your knees if you weren't laying on the table. "Yeah? I was just thinking the same thing. How fucking beautiful you are. How pretty you're gonna look when I finally paint your insides."

You cover your mouth to stop the moan from slipping out of your mouth, but once again he stops you and pins your hands by your side. "No. Let me hear you. I need to hear you begging for my cock. Beg me to fill you up."

It takes a few teasing glides of his cock over you folds and a few more growls before you finally cave. The way the words roll of your tongue is like sin. "Please Kyle, I want you to fuck a baby into me. I want it so bad; it has to be you. Only you!"

"Fuck!" His own resolve crumbles just as the tip of his cock slips back down to your begging hole.

This isn't the first time you've felt him without a condom but this time it felt so different. Knowing he wasn't going to pull out this time was exciting, the fact that he could just let go and take you however he wanted. To claim you with his cum. You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even feel the way he puts your legs up on his shoulders, or his curls brushing against your face. It isn't until he finally sheathes himself into you that you snap out of it. You moan next to his ear when he bottoms out in you, the way your thighs burn feels so good.

"Your cunt's choking me, trying to milk me already baby? Don't worry I'll give you every last drop." Kyle lulls his head to the side as he begins lazily rocking into you.

You're almost folded in half from the way he has you under him, knees pushed back towards your shoulders. Kyle's got your hands still pinned by the side of your head; fingers intertwined with yours. Normally his eyes would flutter shut, he'd give into the sensation of his cock nudging into your walls, but this time he keeps them open. Like he is trying to memorize every time your lips form that cute little 'o' and a moan comes spilling out. The way your moans pitch up when he hits that delicious spot. The way you pant and beg for him to go faster.

That's when he shifts, the loving hold and lazy thrusts turn to fast paced fucking. Love making is always there, you never doubt that, but the way he's got his hands around your waist pulling you back onto his cock feels so raw. He slams into you with a newfound force neither of you knew he could muster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars dancing across your vision. He rewards you with his own moans and grunts, the further his cock head pushes past your walls the faster he brings you to climax. Now that your hands are free from his strong grip, you place them on his forearm’s nails digging into his flesh. He hisses but it only seems to push him further.

"Come on baby. Cum around my cock. Yeah, just like that. Just like that!"

You arch your back and give him all you have. Your walls finally grip his cock as you reach your peak. Between your heart beating in your ears and the way he slams back into you, it's almost too much. Kyle finds a way to keep you on the line without pushing you too far. You feel the way his hips begin to stutter, and his moans become ragged. You know he's close.

"Yeah. Fuck you feel so good, I'm gonna- gotta fill you up. Take it!" He groans and then you feel his hot seed against your walls. Pushing up into your cunt, he plugs your hole with a final slam of his hips.

You and your husband lay there against one another, panting heavily until your breathing slows down to match one another. You can feel his lips pressed against your neck and his eyelashes tickle your skin. When you move your hands to his hair again, he knows you're okay, he presses a few short kisses onto your soft lips. Kyle feels you smile against his lips, and he doesn't even bother stopping the lazy one that comes across his.

"Never seen that side of you. I like it." You purr finally able to talk now that you've slowed down.

"Hm, keep that in mind when we do this again."

"Again?"

"Oh baby, we've got all day. It's Friday. I'm going to treat you to dinner like I promised. After that I'll take you upstairs and we're going to do this again. And again. Aaaaaand again. I'll keep my cock plugged in you like this and we'll go to sleep." His fingers push back into your hair, pushing it out of your sweaty face.

"J-Jesus Kyle." You shutter under his touch, unable to stop the way your walls flutter around him again. You can feel his cock bob in response, and when he slides his hardened member out slowly; you feel every little vein like he wants you to memorize it.

"Gotta make sure you're pregnant. My perfect, beautiful, wonderful wife deserves to be a mama. And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't give her exactly what she wants?" Kyle smirks down at you with newfound energy.

It was going to be a long morning, maybe you could convince him to let you finish making those pastries but you had a feeling that would be a battle. Especially since he's already started thrusting back into you. Maybe a few more rounds wouldn't hurt, you could always have him put the baked goods in the oven. After all he was doing so well already.

[mccormickgf]

Hiiii, can u do a craig tucker with a baby fever/breeding kink x fem reader?? It would give me so much life cause i been reading the same fanfics of him over and over 😭, thank you so much if you do it

need to breed : craig tucker

warnings: nsfw (18+), fem and afab reader, breeding, p-in-v sex, pregnancy mentions, overstimulation, feral craig tbh

notes: i was just gonna write the smut part, but i love craig sm and wanted to write more 😭 also i haven’t written smut in months so i apologize if i’m rusty <3

“we should have a kid.”

you nearly choke on your own spit at your husband’s forwardness. craig’s always been very blunt in what he says about things or others. but when it comes to the things he wants, he’s a little less vocal. so hearing a suggestion, especially like the one he said, threw you for a loop.

“you- you want to get me pregnant?” you questioned, disbelief in your tone, “and have a baby?”

“that’s usually the order it goes in, yeah.”

you roll your eyes at his sass, but you don’t comment on it. instead, you question him. “whatever, whatever,” you said, “but what’s making you want this now?”

even before you and craig got married, you two talked about having kids one day. it was something both of you wanted in the future. but you weren’t expecting the conversation to happen in the near future.

craig pushes off the doorframe, walking his body to his side of the bed. you watch him curiously as his eyes trail down your body— only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a thin tank top.

“clyde keeps sending me pictures of he and his wife’s new baby,” craig explained, “it— i guess it just makes me wonder what our baby would look like. and we have the funds to stay afloat, even with one.”

you smile lightly at him. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. maybe it’d have craig’s jet black hair and your eyes, or your hair and craig’s eyes and nose. when you thought about his strong arms holding onto a little chubby baby— your heart soared.

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “let’s try.”

a broken sob falls past your lips as craig thrusts inside of you for the umpteenth time. you don’t know how long you’ve been there, laying on your back on the mattress with your legs folded to your shoulders, but you know you’ve been there long enough for craig to fuck three loads into your sopping cunt. or was it four? you could barely remember your own name, let alone how many times you’ve both cum.

“craig— oh god! it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you cried out. craig’s thrusts were furiously fast, yet accurate enough to hit that one spot that made you see stars over and over again.

“you can take it— fuck!” craig groaned, “gotta make sure you get pregnant, right?”

a shaky moan falls past your lips as you bite the bottom one, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice.

normally, craig is a slow-fucker. not necessarily overly slow in pace, but in how he takes his time to pleasure you fully. but this? this is a whole new thing for you and him. it’s like a switch got flipped inside his brain, and everything else was shut off except for his need to breed you.

craig’s cock continued to move in and out of you at an animalistic pace. your pussy was beyond spent, leaking a mix of his cum (that he hasn’t already fucked back into you) and yours onto the bedsheets. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed at the mess beneath you and the sound of it being fucked back into you.

“gonna fill you up with my babies, make you a mama,” craig continued to ramble, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? get you all, shit— nice and pregnant.”

your cunt involuntarily squeezed around his cock at his words, a pornographic moan escaping you. craig lightly chuckled, “oh, so you do like it. i just felt your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

your face burns, but there’s very little chance for embarrassment as you feel another orgasm building up, a heat in your tummy. frantic moans and whines escape you, the pleasure bordering on painful from how many times you’ve cum.

“god, fuck!” you cried, “craig, ‘m gonna cum!” tears of pleasure escape your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

with one hand, craig reaches down and runs firm yet rhythmic circles on your clit, making you gasp. with the other, he grabs onto your hand, pressing it to his lips.

“you gonna cum with me, honey?” he said, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm, “i’m gonna— gonna fill you up again, k? to make sure you have my baby.”

pleas leave your lips as you grip craig’s hand, throwing your head back as the heat in your stomach finally releases with a final loud moan. craig quickly follows, groaning as his load fills your pussy.

craig stays inside of you as his forehead falls against yours, both of your chests moving up and down in sync. you feel beyond spent, your legs numb from holding them up for so long.

but before you can say anything, craig leans up slightly so he can look in your eyes. “got one more in ya, honey? i wanna make sure i get you pregnant on the first try.”

[h-harleybaby]

can u write some nsfw post Kenny ( or just grown up kenny ) headcanons with a reader who is easily flustered?

This is gonna be relatively short because I don't have too much to go off of

Edit literally MONTHS later, I’m so sorry about how long it took and how shitty it is 😭

NSFW CONTENT

NSFW Kenny hcs with a reader who gets flustered easily

• Kenny thinks it's adorable when you're flustered, he honestly kinda finds it attractive that he can get you so hot and bothered

• That ofc causes him to go farther and farther over time (as long as you're comfortable with it) . It’s forever his favorite hobby now. Yes, he considers it his hobby because he’s a weirdo like that but it’s fine because we love that

• You always try making him flustered in return but it often doesn’t work because you end up stumbling over your words without meaning to which ends up making Kenny laugh a bit

• But you have succeeded before!! He’s not used to people flirting back with him so when you do, it gets him a little embarrassed

• Usually during sex you cover your face or try finding your moans out of embarrassment and Kenny isn’t having any of that!!

• You will question me, but mirror sex. He likes fucking you in front of a mirror tbh, especially because he gets to see your red face as you watch him fuck you

• Imagine he grabs your cheeks with one hand to turn your head towards the mirror as you ride him, whispering in your ear to keep your eyes on how his cock moves in and out of you. Nasty perv fr

• Anyways yeah, Kenny’s very much a believer in “the louder you are, the more you’re enjoying yourself”. You best believe he’s trying to get you as loud as you can be

• Plus he likes leaving marks on you and pulling your shirt just a little to the side in public to show off his handiwork

• He practically lives for how flustered you get when he does that and the way you sputter trying to tell your friends it’s not what they think when it damn well is

[slutz4marsh]

I’m not anon BUT

Consider Yandere Stan so pathetic he has a shrine. He carves your name into his thigh. Imagine that. And he fucking begs you to be his. Fucker probably works two jobs including one for the father he hates just to treat you.

Pathetic, whiny man.

leigh i am literally scratching at the fucking walls right now actually

yandere stan who carves your name so deep into his thigh that it actually keeps a scar. yandere stan who paints your name with his own blood. yandere stan who begs you not to leave him. yandere stan who kills people in the most batshit ways just to make poetry out of it. yandere stan who manages to force himself into your life so he can add to his shrine every single day because he loves you so fucking much. yandere stan who watches your private moments from outside your window every single night.

+ you who knows and leaves your windows open and curtains drawn on purpose.

[sp-by-april]

Kyle Broflovski Master List

a list of fics @by-april-march aka RoundTheWayGrrl 💖 FYI: Kyle is such a smut-a-thon staple, here is the separate [LIST OF SMUT-A-THON KYLE ONE SHOTS]

F!READER Twenty-Something [Ao3] [[tumblr]] You meet Kyle in a bar. Sure he's twice your age, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun, right?

Thighs [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle's too distracted to study, because the only thing he can think about is you sitting on his face.

Helpless [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle's tied up, overstimulated, and edged to within an inch of his life.

Nineteen [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle offers to take your virginity.

Revenge [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle helps you forget all about your ex-boyfriend.

Buttons [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle tames a brat.

Vibes [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle' finds your vibrator.

Little Date [Ao3] [[tumblr]] It's your third date with Kyle.

Pavlove [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle is obsessed with YOU.

Everything He Needs [Ao3] [[tumblr]] YOU are obsessed with Kyle.

Hurts So Good [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle takes his anxious girlfriend's virginity.

The Closest Thing [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Stan x Reader] Kyle catches you fooling around with Stan. Luckily, you know exactly how to settle the frustration and sexual tension between all of you 

Mess [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Stan x Reader] Kyle and Stan tame a brat until she's a fell-fucked, drooling, mess. 

Where Did The Party Go? [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kyle, Kenny x Reader] You, Kenny, and Kyle turn a wet dream about a threesome into a reality.

Dare [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Wattpad] [Stan, Kyle, Kenny x Reader] A game of truth or Dare devolves into Kenny, Kyle and Stan using you as a plaything.

Claim It [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Kenny x Reader] Kyle and Kenny have you on your knees and bound.

Conceited [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle, Stan x Brat!Reader] Kyle & Stan do some public brat taming.

M!Reader Invitation [Ao3] [[tumblr]] Kyle fucks you at a wedding, despite a falling out & him already having a boyfriend.

SMUT CAFE ONE SHOTS [EMOJI LEGEND] Kyle x F!Reader - [🍒💚🐣🙊🐾] Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚🐣🙊🕯️] Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚🦇🐣⚡️] Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚😍🦂🚩]

Elf King Kyle x F!Reader [🍒💚🐣💫⚡️] Human Kite x M!Reader [💝🐓👀🥀🕸️] Vamp!Kyle x M!Reader [🐓💚💢🦇🦂] Kyle x Bebe [💚💗🐣💫♾️]

LIST OF SMUT-A-THON ONE SHOTS

MISC Hold Me Tight Or Don't [Ao3] [Tumblr] [Kyle x Nichole] Kyle is ready to take it to the next level, leading to an awkward proposal he swore he'd never, ever make.

I Could Be Van Gogh, If You'd Be My Muse [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [Kyle x April, Stan x Kyle] There's a smut writing club at South Park High!

Sunshine Riptide [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kyle x Martine, Kyle x Annie Nelson] Stan brings a strange girl to the Elf King's door and the Grand Wizard seeks to reclaim her.

South of Nowhere [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kenny x Nichole x Kyle] Senior year. Kyle and Kenny have been defacto best friends since Stan pulled away. Kyle and Nichole have been fooling around, but he hasn't made a move or said anything about being interested in a relationship. Kenny and Nichole have been getting closer as she trains Karen. 💚 🍯 🧡 Virginity. Prom. Love triangle. Young adulthood. Yearning. Aching. How will they ever survive? Smutty Kyle HCs [[tumblr]] Smutty Elf King Kyle HCs [[tumblr]] King Kyle - Prima Nocta (SOT AU Art) [[tumblr]]

Warm Blood [Ao3] [[tumblr]] [WattPad] [Kyle x Martine, Kyle x Stan] Kenny McCormick knew better than to fall for Kyle's ex-girlfriend, the same one who spent her nights working for Professor Chaos as a villain... but fucking her a few times couldn’t hurt, right? A one-time thing that turned into another (& another, & another, & then.. a love triangle) will eventually threaten the lives of everyone in South Park. Kenny just had to become infatuated with the only girl on Earth whose birthright was to destroy him.

FURTHER READING: 🔞 [Kenny McCormick] 🔞 [Stan Marsh] 🔞 [Eric Cartman]

[angel-gone-dark]

Hey I came over from April's posts lol. I read the "She's my collar" fic and loved it

Would/ Have you write a Kyle x reader x Cartman? They don't have to please each other in any way since ok you don't like kyman. But lmk I'm super curious lol. ❤️

Cartman x F!Reader x Kyle

CWs: praise AND degradation, minor throatfucking, creampie, cum swallowing, kenny is the world's #1 instigator

Boy howdy did I take this and run with it

SMUT UNDER CUT. MDNI.

I stood at the bus stop like usual, tired out of my mind. I’d been up all night studying for a stupid quiz, and notorious asshole Eric Cartman let me know just the toll it’d had on me. 

“You look shittier than usual.” I rolled my eyes as he kept going. “I mean, you always look fugly, but now you look like you were hit by a fucking bus.” 

“Gee, thanks, Cartman.” I scoffed. 

“I’m trying to help you. You’re never gonna get a man like that.” Before he could say anything else, Kyle butt in. 

“Quit bothering her, fatass, clearly she doesn’t wanna talk to you.” The ginger stood next to me, looking me over. His tone was gentle when he addressed me. “You okay? You don’t look like you feel very well.”

“Just not a lot of sleep, is all.” Cartman took this and ran with it.

 “Woah, up all night sucking dick then? I knew you were a whore.”

“Shut up, Cartman!” Kyle snapped. His two friends were smartly standing away from us, ignoring the commotion and smoking cigarettes. 

“What? Ohh, I get it, she was up sucking your dick Kyle!” I rolled my eyes. The two fought until the bus came, and even then, kept snapping at each other across the aisle. Today was gonna be a long day. 

By the time lunch rolled around I was so fucking sick of it. 

“Can you two shut up?!” I snapped, glaring at the two that had attached to either side of me. “I’m so sick of hearing you assholes fight over nothing all damn day! If you two are going to be like this, then get the fuck away from me.”

I stormed off. 

“Woah, going somewhere?” Kenny smirked as I ran into him. 

“Yeah, away from your stupid ass friends.” I pouted and he patted my shoulder. 

“Okay, talk to Dr. McCormick- what’s the sitch?”

“They keep fighting over my head.”

“Why, what’s so good about it?” He grinned and I smacked him.

“Be serious, Kenny.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe they’re fighting because they can’t decide who gets to spend time with you?”

“Are you high again?” I set him with a stern glare that had him raising his hands in mock defense.

“No, ma’am,” he crossed his heart to emphasize he was telling the truth. “I’m just saying, they’re glued to your hips and harboring a lot of tension right now. Just fuck about it.”

“Gross. Goodbye, Ken.” I shoved past him. 

My thoughts turned, though, because he had certainly just planted a seed that I wouldn’t be able to uproot.

I’d planned on staying in that night, but my friend Lola dragged me out of bed and got me done up for some stupid party. 

I was still pissy by the time we got there. People looked at me concerned as I slammed down a drink the second I got my hands on one. Lola scolded me and I rolled my eyes at her, but agreed to just sip the second one. 

It was boring as all hell until Cartman leaned against the wall next to me. 

“Hey. Sorry about earlier, I really didn’t realize just how… much we were being.” He seemed genuine, and I relaxed. 

“It’s okay, Cartman, you didn’t mean to be an ass- in that regard,” I giggled, sipping at my drink. “I feel like you and Kyle just get way too into it sometimes and you don’t think.”

“Hard to think when I’m looking at someone so pretty.” I blushed and looked down into my drink. 

“Really?”

“Well, yeah.” I don’t know what had gotten into him to be so suave, or what had gotten into me to be so receptive. Alcohol, probably.

I looked up to the sound of footsteps approaching. 

“Hi, Kyle.” I smiled at him a little, eyebrows knitting together as I looked down at his hand. “…You broke your cup.”

“I am aware.” He seethed, eyes boring holes into Cartman. “Are you sure you wanna hang out with him?”

“You can’t police who I talk to just because you don't like him.” 

“Nobody likes him! I just-” 

I interrupted him, “Zip it. Both of you, follow me, now.”

“What-?”

“Zip. It.” I made my way upstairs and into the guest bedroom. They followed after a moment of hesitation, and I locked the door.

“Spill. Now. Why are you two fighting so aggressively around me?”

“No- no reason.” Kyle looked away from me and I could tell he was lying.

“Okay, y’know, if he’s too pussy to say something then I fucking will,” Eric started, making his way over to me and cupping my face in his hands. “You’re fuckin’ hot and we’ve been fighting over who gets you.”

I felt heat rising to my face and pooling in my panties. The realization that I was locked in a room with the two, music thumping so loud nobody would be able to hear anything, set in. Cartman backed me up until I hit the wall, Kyle looking over with wide eyes.

“...Both of you can have me.” I said, swallowing hard as I squeezed my thighs together.

“Oh, I just knew you were a whore.” The brunette ridiculed me, slamming his rough lips onto mine. 

He practically consumed me, tongue sliding teasingly over my teeth. When he parted from me, a string of saliva connected our lips. It drooped down between us, snapping when the tension was too much. Eric raised a brow at Kyle, as if taunting him. No words were said before I was sandwiched between the two, Cartman now behind me. As he ground himself into my backside and chewed up my shoulders, Kyle took his turn with my lips. He was a great kisser, bucking his hips up into me as he practically moaned into my mouth. The ginger nipped at my lower lip, and I whined. I felt both their cocks twitch at that.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, good girl.” Kyle mumbled into my neck as his fingers slid under my skirt and panties.

“Don’t praise her, she hasn’t done jack shit.” Cartman grunted, yanking off my shirt and bra. I winced when it sounded like a clasp fell off.

“Yes she has, Cartman, she’s taking it,” he moved his attention to me. “You’re so cute, you know that?” He trailed wet kisses down my collarbones and to my breasts, humming eagerly as he took one nipple into his mouth.

“Taking it isn’t doing anything at all, Kyle.” Eric protested, removing his own clothing as Kyle laid me down on the bed.

I was in heaven when the ginger boy tugged down my bottoms and ghosted his breath over my eager cunt. My breath hitched as he licked a long, wet stripe up my slit. The brunette watched with a smirk, stroking himself as Kyle worked me up with his tongue.

“Open up, bitch.” Cartman asserted, gripping my hair in his hand and shoving his cock between my lips. “Ohhh, fuck, yeah. I knew you had a good mouth on you, the sassy ones always fuckin’ do.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I groaned, the noise coming out as a muffled gurgle thanks to the fat head of Cartman’s dick blocking my airway. Kyle kissed and left hickeys across my thighs as his fingers stretched me. I swore I saw stars as he curled them purposefully, hitting the soft spot inside of me that sent electric currents through my flesh. My throat tightened around the flesh that pounded the back of it, milking precum from the angry tip.

“Be more gentle with her, she’s being submissive.” Kyle scolded. Eric scoffed, ignoring him and using one large hand to twist one of my nipples.

The noises I made, even muffled, were driving Kyle crazy. I saw him strip in the corner of my eyes, and my thoughts were confirmed at the clink of his belt hitting the floor and the swipe of his cock against my entrance. I shuddered and trembled as he bottomed out inside of me. I’d never heard anything as sexy as the noise he made the first time he moved his hips. This was bliss.

Kyle rocked his hips slowly at first, but it was clear he couldn’t help himself as his rhythm sped. He drilled his cock into me, grabbing the back of my knees to fold me in half. I shook below them, pussy smeared with slick and mouth dribbling spit. I briefly felt guilty about someone else having to clean this mess, but the feeling of Kyle’s fingers coaxing my clit yanked me back to the moment. I felt hot, skin on fire as I was ruined. I gripped at the sheets, bucking my hips up to meet Kyle’s as he made me cum on his long fingers.

“God, the bitch can’t even wait to cum until her superiors have.” By the way his cock twitched in my mouth I could tell my shuddering was turning him on.

“Good… good girl,” he sounded as ruined as I thought I might if I tried to speak. “So fucking tight, good girl…”

As my walls pulsed around him, Eric pulled out of my mouth to stroke himself. 

“Mouth open. You’re gonna fucking swallow.” His laugh dissolved into a shuddering grunt as he came on my tongue. He swiped the tip on my lips and laughed, closing my jaw with the other hand. I swallowed, nearly choking after as I moaned.

“F-fuck, good girl, ‘m gonna cum. W-where do you want it?” It was clear that Kyle was nearly bursting trying to hold himself back.

“Inside, please, please?” I begged. Cartman laughed.

“Well, if she wasn’t a whore before she sure as hell is now.” His hands found my breasts again, assaulting them with squeezes and pinches alike.

Kyle slammed into me hard, hips jerking wildly as he filled me with his warm seed. I heaved under him, still folded, and he stole what remained of my breath with a long kiss.

“If this is what hanging out with Cartman means then I don’t think I mind it anymore.” He smiled.

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[n0tangeliccc]

Kenny McCormick NSFW HCs

(Everyone is 18+ don’t rip my head off guys)

Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut duh, drug use mention like once, uh yeah sex lmao

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- I think he’d be a switch honestly, Definitely more on the dom side but he won’t stop you from being the more dominant one!

- Tits man we all know this, he just loves your tits no matter how big or small they are he’s obsessed

- If you have them pierced?? Oml he’s in heaven

- He’s constantly grabbing and fondling them

- Loves leaving a long trail of hickey from your neck to your collarbone and chest

- He’s also a thigh man, constantly kissing and leaving marks on them, he adores being between them

- LOVES eating you out, eats you out like a starving man + he’s amazing with his hands

- Tug on his hair while he’s doing it and he’ll let out the cutes moans

- Wants you to sit on his face, will literally beg for you to do it

“Please baby, I promise it’ll be good!”

- Of course we all know he also LOVES bjs

- If you have long hair be prepared to have it pulled as he guides you down on his cock

- Look up at him while sucking on his cock he’ll cum instantly, he can’t help it you just look so pretty with his dick in your mouth

- Omg give him a titjob and he’ll literally die

- Favorite sex positions are cowgirl and missionary but he loves any position where he can see your face and tits

- Loves cumming inside you, but also likes to cum on your tits and face

- LOUD!!

- His moans and groans are heavenly

- Praise + degradation are his thing

- Praises your body so much, and he loves just running his hands through it

- Gets super possessive during sex

“That’s it, my good little slut”

“Such a good whore”

- Lots of other comments like that, and he’ll have such a cocky smile while saying them

- Phone sex and sexting!!

- Send him lewd photos of yourself to tease him god will you be in for a looong night

- Sex while high!!

- Loves watching you ride him as he takes a drag from his joint

- High sex drive and SOOO much stamina he can go for so many rounds it’s crazy

- Pretty good aftercare, usually he’ll help you clean off and you guys will cuddle afterwards

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A/N: Im not the most experienced with writing nsfw but hopefully this isn’t too bad😅

Feel free to request if you guys want!

[rxptdevil]

Craig tucker relationship headcannons

Plot:the title 🙄

Warnings:minor sexual content,cussing

Dude he’s going to be so rude to you but love you at the same time

Before you guys started dating you always caught him staring at you and everything you looked back at him he flipped you off (asshole)

You always found it odd how every time he hung out at your house numbers of your underwear were missing

When you begged him for sex he said "after red racer"

Already know he ignores all your texts

Always walks you to class and flips people ofc who look at you

He finds it so adorable when you and stripe get along to the point where he starts getting jealous

Omg imagine both of you taking Tricia to the playground together

When he comes to your house he just pushes through you and complains on how long you took to open the door then turns on the tv

But when you come to his house he slams the door at you at first then opens it when he realizes it was you

Came up to your table at lunch saying “you left these at my place” as he held up your underwear

Your face flushed red as the girls couldn’t contain there laughter

Overall he’s pretty good boyfriend would recommend!

Sorry it’s short

[shhh-secret-time]

Hi hi!

I’m super in love with your writing. The Craig and Tweek fic you just posted was 🫠🫠 SO GOOD

If it’s alright, I’d love to request a spicy Kenny or Stan fic 💙🧡 Or maybe one with both of them?! 🤭

Thank you so much!! Looking forward to more of your writing 🩷🩷

Why have one bitch when you can have two?! Why have two normal bitches when you can have 'em superhero flavored?!

Warning: Violence, Blood, Inappropriate Touching, Dirty Talk, Strong Language, Threesome, Oral, NSFW! Kenny also might be a little OOC

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader x Kenny

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"Come on..."

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You cursed under your breath for the fourth time as you tried to twist the dull key back and forth. The chipped jagged metal slipped into the lock but every time you twisted the key it would get stuck on the old lock and reject the motion. With a groan you pulled the key back out and glared down at the door; the stupid iron doorknob mocked you. You could hear it, cackling at you. That or the lack of sleep was finally starting to get to you.

It was bad enough your boss made you stay behind at the office while everyone else got to go home, but having you lock up this late by yourself was just icing on the shit cake. Of course, you agreed to do it, you didn't want to get fired, but this was ridiculous. If he was going to make you lock up for the night, the least he could do was give you a key that works. The low whine and flickering lamppost behind you was your only source of light before you had to resort to your phone light. The city lights weren't enough to illuminate the small lock making your eyes narrow down, adding to the frustration.

Sh-nk

"Fucking finally." The sound of the door finally locking was music to your ears, you jiggled the key out of the lock and stuffed it into your bag.

Now it was time for the walk home, despite being forced to put in extra hours and how annoying the whole situation was; you couldn't deny how great it was that you lived so close. Well, usually it was great that you lived so close because you would normally be walking home during the evening, when there was still light. You took a deep breath and turned to walk down the little stairs going up to the back door of the office, clutching your bag close to your chest. Scanning the dark alleyway, you stepped into, your knew this was a bad idea but you'd be damned if you had to fight with that door again.

The sound of your shoes clicking against the broken stone echoed into the night, carefully walking around the bags of garbage leaning against the brick wall and the trash littering the dirty alley. Faded and wet newspaper clinging to the ground, the smell of wet garbage assaulted your senses. Your nose crinkled as you shook your head at the sight, it was hard to see your city like this. Even harder when you realized how many times you passed through this very alleyway without giving it a second thought, but now because you had to be more aware of everything around you it was hard to ignore.

At least you thought you were more aware, your mind so focused on trying not to step in the mysterious puke looking stain on the ground you didn't hear the sounds of footsteps following you. It wasn't until you felt a warm puff of air on the back of your neck did you realize someone was that close to you, the smell of alcohol strong on their breath. A large hand came down to cup your face before you could turn and face the stranger, dirty nails digging into your lower jaw to keep you facing forward and your mouth covered. Your eyes widened in realization at what was happening, your body jerking violently against his hold. You just had to free your mouth and you could scream. Scream for someone to hear but the hold was too strong.

Barely able to make out the outline of your attacker, it looked like heavy set man with oily looking hair. When your eyes met with his it sent a shiver down your spine, your blood running cold at the lack of light in them. Dark orbs watching your every move, keeping you from moving against his hold. Before he could act, before you could bite down on his disgusting hands or stomp on his foot with your heels; a purple shadow wrapped around his body engulfing his large frame. The shadow swirled until it pulled taught around his heels, forcing his feet together. The large man's eyes widened like yours had done when he grabbed you. His hands let you go leaving behind dark bruises on your arms, but you could care less. Now that you were free there was only one thing on your mind. Violence.

The metal pipe that rest near your foot would do nicely, you scooped up the cold rusty pipe in your hands. With a firm swing you brought the pipe down on your attacker, the metal coming in contact with his skull causing an echoing sound to ring out. Maybe his skull cracked but underneath the sound of the metal ringing it was hard to tell, it was hard to care. All you knew was that you needed this man to stop moving, to stop moving away from the beckoning shadows that threatened to pull him into the dark.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hey! He's out!" A thick gloved hand caught your wrist stopping you from slamming the pipe down again.

The hold on your wrist was gentle compared to the man bleeding out at your feet, it was enough to snap you out of the battle mode you were in. It was then you realized your hand was covered in blood, the broken pipe had cut your palm leaving a dark gash. A part of you was thankful that you hadn't beaten the man enough that it was his blood, the other part of you was disappointed. You should have swung harder. Your eyes dart from the blood on your hand to the man holding your wrist, his eyes are much softer filled with concern. Soft blues masquerading behind the pale-yellow visor around his eyes.

Your mind was still trying to catch up to everything happening. In just a few moments you went from fighting a door to fighting a grown man, to now staring into the face of one of the city’s most famous vigilantes, Toolshed. When he sees you've calmed down, he lets your wrist go, slowly moving his hand up to yours to inspect your palm. His brows furrowed at the deep cut, dark red blood seeping out of the wound. Panic was starting to catch up to you, your legs threatened to give out under you as the adrenaline leaves your body.

Another pair of arms holds you up before you hit the ground, another pair of gloved hands cupping your hips to steady you. Your back hit the front of the cloaked figures chest. A dull green glow covered by your body, but you didn't need to see the question mark on his chest to know who this was. Lavender purple eyes look down at you, and despite the piercing look his eyes held the same look of concern for you. There was no mistaking it, this was Mysterion.

"Careful. Let Toolshed get a look at that cut." His voice, that deep gravel, rumbled throughout his chest sending a different kind of shiver down your spine.

"O-oh um, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just...still-" You were cut off by a small squeeze on your hips, it was firm but not too rough just enough to reassure you.

"You don't need to apologize; you were the one that was attacked." There was a hint of amusement behind his tone and in his eyes, until he saw Toolshed examine your bruised arm.

Toolshed looked up at him with his lips pressed together in a thin line. Reaching down towards his toolbelt, he grabbed the crystal blue spray bottle. He attaches the small nozzle with quick movements, you could barely follow along with his movements. And you struggled to lock a door.

"This is going to sting a little but it's going to heal that wound, okay?" Toolshed shoots you a quick smile as he pulls the trigger down, a thin mist speaks across the palm of your hand.

You let out a small hiss and stomp your feet when the medicine takes to your hand. The burning is only temporary as it begins to numb the area and coats the gash. Your eyes crack open from squeezing shut watching the medicine work its magic, and it really was like magic. The skin begins to pull together, stitching like it was being sewn shut.

"W... wow that's amazing. What is that?" You ask with awe in your voice.

Toolshed only chuckles, looking up at you through his visors. That's twice now you've made these famous superheroes chuckle and it sent a giddy feeling through your body.

"Just a concoction Mysterion helped me put together. Can't go into too much detail, ruins the mystery." There's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he looks past you towards Mysterion.

"Nailed that pun Toolshed." You could feel Mysterion's smirk in his reply.

Their lighthearted joking made you feel a little better. You smiled up at the two heroes and once you found the strength to come back to your legs you went to pull away from the hooded vigilante. He looks down at you when you move, his arms going back behind the long purple cloak around his body.

"Well, whatever it is it works wonders. Thank you, Toolshed." You paused and looked back towards Mysterion. "And I take it the shadow thing, was you? Thank you as well Mysterion."

"You don't need to thank us for doing our job. Besides I think you did most of the work. Do you know him?" Toolshed walked towards the man in question as he flipped open one of the pouches on the harness across his chest.

You watched as he pulled out ratchet straps, wrapping the thick material around the man. It wasn't likely that he'd wake up but too many close calls left Toolshed paranoid, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"No. I-...I don't think so. I think it was just a case of bad luck. I was working late so I had to close up the office."

"Alone?" It was Mysterion's turn to ask, his eyes scanning your form almost like he was still trying to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah. I live close so I thought I'd be okay." You click your tongue in annoyance because you couldn't be mad at your boss for this, but this never would have happened if he hadn't asked you to stay late.

Mysterion's eyes narrowed past you towards the office door. He scanned the area like you had done moments ago, the green question mark glowing on his chest lit up the purple in his eyes and the strands of blond hair poking out from under his hood. "Do you have a friend’s house to stay at tonight?" His voice snaps you out of your little trance.

"Uh yeah, my friend Stan is kind of close. I can ask him if I can stay with him and his partner." You eye Mysterion for a while trying not to question why he would ask something like that.

Mysterion's eyes widened as you pulled out your phone, darting over to Toolshed who shot him the same worried look. They knew revealing themselves to you would be dangerous, but they couldn't just sit back and watch as you got attacked.

Oh yes, Toolshed and Mysterion knew you were working late tonight. After all you told them you were. Well...you told Stan and Kenny you'd be working late at the office, but that was neither here nor there. Now here they were backing themselves into a corner as you tap away on your phone. Toolshed holds his breath, trying to remember if he put his phone on silent.

"I hope they're awake, they're usually asleep by now." You hum out as you finish the text.

Toolshed's phone dings and Mysterion feels his soul leave his body when he watches you look up from your phone. Slowly you turn to face the man, still crouched over the knocked-out man refusing to look at you.

Silence falls over the three of you. Mysterion goes to say something, to take the attention away from his partner.

"Um...how did you guys know I was here and that I needed help?" When you don't put your phone away Toolshed feels his heart hammering against his chest.

"Patrol." Mysterion answers you quickly, too quickly.

You narrow your eyes up at him like you're scrutinizing him. It was hard to read him past the hood and the shadows that were cast around him but that doesn't mean you wouldn't try. You took a few steps forward towards the man which only made him step away from you. The irony of someone like you making someone like him back away was not lost on him. A civilian making a vigilante back down. Not just any vigilante either, he was fucking Mysterion.

"Patrol huh?" You don't buy it. Tapping away on your phone you send Stan another text, nothing really of note, and when Toolshed's phone pings again you got what you were looking for. "I fucking knew it!"

"God damn it Toolshed!"

"Oh, don't give me that shit Kenny- fuck!"

"Dude!"

"Kenny?!" You're whirling, spiraling even.

Two of your closest friends standing in a dark alley with you, having saved you in said alley, were actually two of the most famous superheroes in the city. A city that needed a superhero group because the police couldn't be fucked to do anything about the crime rate. Running your fingers through your hair, you couldn't believe this.

"How was I supposed to know she would drop your name?" As you tune back into the conversation you hear Kenny's voice as he argues with Stan.

"I don't know! Why not just escort her back home?!" Stan is arguing back with a grown man thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Does he even weigh anything to him?

"I didn't want her to be alone tonight after what she went through!"

".... that makes sense, but still!"

"Guys!" You cut them off in a hushed whisper, you look back over your shoulder to make sure no one is watching. Their voices were picking up and if someone called the police now it would mean trouble. "Look can we talk about this later? Let's drop this guy off and...and head back to your place? Because you are right, I don't wanna be alone tonight."

Kenny and Stan exchange looks and then nod. You were right, they still had a job to do. So once the creep was dropped off on the stairs of the police station and their calling cards were dropped beside him, the three of you made your way back to their shared home. It was a lot easier to get around the city with Toolshed carrying you across the city buildings. Who would have thought zipwires made for such easy travel. That didn't stop you from clinging to him for dear life, even though his hold was firm and made you feel secure that deep seeded fear of falling was still there.

"Okay. So... first of all I've got to be the biggest idiot to not realize it was you the whole time Stan. Second if all, what the fuck guys?" You were now pacing back and forth in their living room; they hadn't even had time to change our of their superhero gear.

"There's a reason I work at night." Stan shrugged on the comment about his costume.

"It's a shame really, I keep telling you the public would love you." Kenny shoots him a smirk and runs his fingers through the fluffy black hair of his partner.

"Then who would keep you outta trouble?" Stan shoots back with his own playful smirk.

"No one! You're both in trouble right now! And really? Flirting right now?!" You couldn't believe these two, your frustration was boiling up to the surface. A combination of all this bullshit was starting to get to you, you were tense.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what you want us to tell you." Kenny's nickname for you rolling off his tongue casually. "Stan and I have been doing this for years now. We had to keep it a secret from you."

"What if you got hurt because of us? You would have stressed endlessly about this. We couldn't do that to you...not you." Stan's follows Kenny's lead in the conversation, his tone is so soft and gentle as he speaks.

The way they were are looking at you now, Kenny having removed his mask and Stan his glasses, made you calm down a little. Uncrossing your arms from your chest you let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I guess that explains why you guys go to bed so early. You guys are dicks."

The comment pulls a few chuckles from the guys. It's Stan who makes the first move towards you, taking your hand into his. He guides you closer towards them until you're standing between both men.

"Look, we're sorry we lied to you for so long. I know it doesn't make things better but you're one of the reasons we do what we do." His voice dips into a soft whisper near the end. The tone deepens as he gives your hand a little squeeze.

"He's right sweetheart. You're on our minds every time we put on the mask...or shades in Stan's case." Kenny leans forward taking your other hand in his as he speaks.

"Safety goggles."

"Whatever."

Your heart skips a beat at your two best friends saying the sweetest things like it was something so casual. The effect the men had on you made you blush and look away trying to hide it. But Kenny caught on, he always was the more observant of the two. A smirk tugged up on the corner of his lips as his hand slid from yours towards your hips again. The green gloves from his costume long discarded off to the side, now you could feel his calloused hand through your clothes.

"Angel. Is there something on your mind? You were so vocal a second ago. I thought Stan and I were in trouble?" Kenny's tone dips from that soft reassuring to a deep teasing one.

"You guys are! Don't think you're gonna smooth talk your way out of this one McCormick." You glare down at him, the blush creeping across your face towards your ears deepening into a darker red.

"Then say what's on your mind~. I think you're so cute when you're trying to stay mad."

Stan let's out a little chuckle at that, watching as your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. His own smirk comes up to his lips as he finally catches onto where Kenny is taking the conversation. Their secret identities were not the only thing the two men harbored. No, in fact their attraction and care for you went past a platonic level. The two shared many nights of talking about adding you into their relationship, the only thing really stopping them was the double lives they lived. But now that you knew, there was nothing really to hold them back.

"Kenny stop teasing her. She's pouting now. Our girls had a rough day, you can't blame her for getting mad." Stan brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss into the stitched up wound on your palm.

His words echo in your mind. Our girl? All you could do is stand there dumbfounded, slowly blinking at them. There was no way you were reading too much into this, not this time. Sure, there were the times you caught Stan's eyes on you longer than they should have been, or the times Kenny would boldly flirt with you; showering you with compliments that were just tasteful enough. Or how their hugs would last a little longer each time and their hands would linger on your skin.

"Guys...I-I uh... I don't remember what I was going to say. Stop trying to distract me!" What was supposed to be a stern scolding turned into a small whine.

Kenny couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, you were just too adorable. The pads of his thumb rubs circles against your hip, the digit slipping under the hem of your shirt.

"Oh, honey if we were trying to distract you, you'd know. In fact, why don't we show her Stan?" Kenny couldn't have emphasized the word trying harder, practically purring out the word.

"Best idea you've had all night babe." Stan's eyelids drop as he stands up from the cream-colored couch.

He does an amazing job distracting you with that lustful look in his eyes, circling around you slowly, you almost don't hear Kenny. "Tell us if you want us to stop at any point and we will Angel. You want us to stop?"

Stan hums in agreement, his hand still clasping yours. Your eyes bounce between both men as your mind scrambles to come up with an answer. "N-no. No I don't but uh... since when did you guys- I mean like is this just a one-time thing? I-I just wanna clear the room."

"Not if you don't want it to be." Stan's voice dipped into a husky whisper, his breath fanning the shell of your ear. "All cards on the table? We've thought about making you ours for years."

Your mouth falls open as a soft gasp spill from your lips again. Hearing that come from Stan of all people was a shock, you expected this from maybe Kenny, but Stan too? Without putting much thought into it, your hand came up to grip the collar of his hero outfit; pulling away from Kenny's grip to bring Stan towards you as you crashed your lips onto his.

His fingers intertwined with the one holding yours, changing the gentle hold into something much firmer. He brings your hand up to rest against his chest all the while his lips match the passion behind yours. The sound of your lips coming together and breaking apart for quick gasps of air had Kenny leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees. Kenny's tongue traced his lower lip watching you two in your heated battle. It wasn't until you felt Kenny tug you forward by your hips that you broke your kiss with Stan.

Kenny couldn't help but admire Stan's work, in just a few short moments he turned you into a flush panting mess. It was almost a shame he was about to do the same. While Stan's kisses were desperate, trying to take every ounce of you, Kenny's were slow and confident. It was like he knew exactly when to let you come up for air, only to bring you back down with soft gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth.

Now that you were pulled from Stan, he took the opportunity to take both your hands by the wrist. His face nuzzling down into the crook of your neck, continuing his assault on your soft skin. You could feel Kenny's smirk against your lips every time Stan pulled a soft gasp or whimper from you.

"Stan baby, move her to the couch. We gotta get this train rolling for my sake." Kenny finally lets out a growl, showing you just how much of an effect you were having on him.

You feel Stan's hands drop down to your waist and scoop you up with ease just like he did on the way here. The veins in his arms pulsed out as his muscles flexed under his skin.

Now that your hands were free you grabbed at the edges of the couch cushions, letting Stan lay you down on your back. He slots himself between your legs, pulling your knees up to rest on his hips; his tool belt thrown over the back of the couch.

"Fuck you're gorgeous. I gotta be real with you baby, when you beat the shit out of that creep I was so turned on." Kenny's voice has you looking back and up at him. Deft fingers finally pulling up your shirt, only to toss it somewhere on the living room floor.

"Kenny y-you can't say things like that" You whisper as you help Stan remove your pants.

"I can't? I can't tell you how both Stan and I were ready to rip that guy’s throat out for touching our girl?" He smirks down at you, his fingers tracing down your neck towards your bra strap where he slipped it down off your shoulders.

Quickly replacing his fingers with his lips, Kenny trailed a line of kisses up your neck making sure to leave marks where Stan hadn't. Meanwhile Stan worked his lips down the inside of your thighs, his head moving up and down the flesh to leave love bites. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning if you wanted to, their movements felt calculated. When one left a mark the other would leave another, it was driving you crazy.

"St-stop leaving so many marks! I-I don't have anything to hide those!"

"Good." Stan snickers as he leaves a rather sharp nip through your clothed clit. "How do we wanna do this Ken?"

"Kinda wanna watch you fuck her to be honest. That sound good to you sweetheart? Wanna let Stan fuck you?"

"O-oh fuck.... b-but what about you?" You tried to focus on Kenny but the metal jingling from Stan's belt made it hard.

"Oh, baby I was hoping you'd ask. Think you could let me use that pretty mouth of yours?" He asks, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips.

You didn't know how to verbally answer that without letting out a pathetic moan, so you press a kiss into his thumb and nod. His breath hitches and he smirks down at you.

"God damn you're perfect. Stan go ahead, I wanna hear her a little."

Stan slides his cock in between your already soaked folds, gliding the tip of his cock against your clit. The friction sends your back arching off the couch, your hips desperately trying to grind up against his to chase that pleasure. Kenny chuckles and his hand comes down to cup your exposed breasts. His larger hand digging into your flesh just enough where his fingers dip into your skin. Using just a little force he pushes you back down onto the couch, you don't even have time to protest when his fingers find your nipples, giving them a firm pinch.

"Ah~ none of that. Let us take care of you, you just sit back and relax." That bastard and his dumb smug smirk, if the way he looked at you with those beautiful purple eyes wasn't the most attractive thing you'd be fighting back.

But you couldn't. Not when Stan finally slipped his cock on your tight little hole. Not when fucking Toolshed let out the most delicious moan you think you've ever heard, one that mixed with yours so well. Stan's eyes find yours again, letting a moment pass giving you plenty of time to adjust before he starts a slow pace. From the way he pulled his cock along your walls, slipping out until only the tip remained, it was like he was trying to get your body to memorize every vein on his cock. Stan's hands come up to cup underneath your knees, guiding your leg up to his shoulder. The new angle is enough to have you seeing stars and your nails digging into their nice sofa.

"That's it, let it out. How is she baby? She feel good?"

"Fuck Kenny she- she's so good. So, fucking tight, it's like she's choking me." Stan has to catch his breath in between moaning, his breathing getting heavier, and his hips begin snapping forward in a much more consistent pace.

His partner didn't respond but from the way you watched the two men kiss you could tell he was pleased with the response. Kenny's tongue shoved into Stan's mouth intertwining in their own little battle. Stan's mouth lulling open to let out the softest whimpers.

"Fu-fuck don't clench like that I'm not gonna last!" Stan growls when your walls flutter around him, having to break the kiss so he could focus on slamming up into you.

"Not yet Stan, we gotta cum together. You're doing so good baby, just hold on." You couldn't tell if Kenny was praising you or Stan, or both of you, but either way it made you both moan.

You watched as his hands worked his own pants, shoving them down to his thighs as he let his cock free. Pre-cum already dripping down his shaft, which made the most lewd noises when he pumped his fist around his cock. He leans forward to trace the tip around your lips a few times, silently begging you to open your mouth wider. Which you're more than happy to comply, the poor man looked like he was about to burst; the hero suit obviously not helping from how tight it was. That doesn't stop him from teasing you a bit, slapping the underside of his shaft against your tongue a few times.

He waits. Waits until Stan's thrusts push you up against the couch before he finally shoves his cock in your mouth. You can tell from the way he holds the side of your face that he wants to be careful with you, Kenny tries so to hold himself back. To not slam back into your throat but he takes a deep breath and tightens his jaw.

You would roll your eyes if they weren't rolled back up into the back of your head. Who did he think he was dealing with? Flicking your tongue against his head, you heard him hiss and tense up. His strong thigh muscles flexing from just a little move of your tongue. Between that and the way you moaned around his cock, sending vibrations up into him, he snapped. He didn't have a lot of will going into this, not when you looked so beautiful marked up. Not when Stan looked so sexy as he tried to keep himself from climaxing.

Kenny rocks forward, pushing down your throat causing you to gag. His thrusts send your body back against Stan's who eagerly meets your body with his own. The back-and-forth sensation sent waves of pleasure making the knot in your stomach tighten. Kenny's head lulls back in bliss as your throat continues to work his cock, the warm walls of your throat felt so good. From the way his thrust begin to stutter and his breathing gets more ragged you knew he was getting closer to his own climax. Watching Stan fuck your brains out apparently did more for him than you thought.

"Kenny I-I can't- I need to cum." Stan lets out a loud moan next to your ear as he presses his forehead against yours.

"I know baby, but we gotta- oh fuck your mouth feels so good. We gotta ask first. Angel, you gonna let Stan cum in you? Let him fill you up yeah?" Kenny pulls his throbbing member for your mouth watching as you tried to catch your breath.

"Please!"

There it was your begging was exactly what Stan needed. The way your voice pitched in desperation for him, and Kenny made him feel like he was floating on cloud nine. The choked moan he lets out next to your ear makes your walls clench around him, your warm soft walls milking him for everything he could give. Stan doesn't have much time to enjoy the afterglow of his climax as Kenny's hand runs through his shaggy dark locks. You watch as Kenny yanks Stan's head back causing him to hiss and lulls his mouth open. A few sloppy thrusts into the man's throat and Kenny's climax follows. Stans lips wrapped around the base of his cock as Kenny shoots thick ropes of cum into his mouth spilling down onto your chest. The hot sticky white cream slipping between the valleys of your breasts.

"Aaaaand I can officially...check that off the bucket list." Kenny coos softly as he gently brushes back Stan's hair, cupping the side of his face.

Stan pulls back away from Kenny slowly and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before responding to his lover. "I'm almost afraid to ask."

"I've been wanting to fuck in the Mysterion outfit forever now! And I got to do it with you both?! I'm in heaven~" He helps Stan clean you up, carefully moving you up on the couch his tone so carefree.

You let out a happy little hum when they wrap you up in the softest blanket you think you've ever felt on your skin. Their hands begin to work on messaging out any kinks you might have from the position they had you in, how they weren't as exhausted as you were was shocking. You lay your head on Stan's shoulder and your legs up on Kenny's lap, your eyelids getting heavier by the second as you listened to the two talk for a while.

"I think our girl's asleep."

"Let her sleep, she's had one hell of a day."

".... Hey do you think she has work tomorrow?"

"Her boss can shove it, she's gonna take a sick day."

".... Can we take a sick day?"

"Hell yeah!"

[hannah-h-pleb]

So I’m a silly goose and forgot to make a post, but it was @h-harleybaby’s birthday the other day! Happy belated birthday girlie girl! I hope your day was just as special as you 😁❤️ (that was painfully cliché oml)

Harley introduced myself and many others to the concept of “Wrestler” Cartman. I for one, LOVE the concept, so here’s my take on it 🤪

This one’s for you Harles!

Wrestler Cartman: General NSFW Headcanons

Content Advisory: NSFW content, smut (18+), minors DNI, aged up characters (late teens, high school AU), female bodied reader

For one I can absolutely see Cartman as a wrestler. I like to imagine that he would 100% enjoy wrestling because he gets to fight people for sport (with some boundaries that he has, probably crossed at some point in time). If he wins, he’ll be cocky as hell about it, hyping up the crowd to cheer louder for him and probably mocking his opponent

To everyone’s surprise, he’s actually really good at it. Despite losing multiple fights as a child, he shows himself to be a talented wrestler and probably winds up being one of the top wrestlers in school

But every champion needs his lucky charm…and right now he’s only got his eyes set on one person: You

He’s had eyes on you for a while, so what better way to show off and impress you by inviting you to one of his wrestling matches? This way he can show you how strong he is. Show you how much of a champion he truly is

To his delight, it works. You watch him as he wrestles with his opponent, admiring his figure, his strength, the way his body looks all sweaty…yep you’ve got a crush now

It didn’t help that whenever Cartman would pin someone down on the floor and he just so happened to be facing your direction, he’d look over and give you a cheeky grin as if to say “You wish this was you huh?” (Yes, yes you did)

You kept going to his matches. Of course you were there to support him, but you just couldn’t get enough of how good his body looked in that tight singlet. The look on his face whenever he’d throw someone down, the determination in his eyes, his cockiness, you couldn’t get enough. So you decided to do something about it. You asked him to show you some of his wrestling moves with you

He was hesitant at first, not wanting to actually hurt you, but when you reassured him that you would be fine, he happily obliged but was still careful. He would throw you down, hold you down on the floor, the whole nine yards. It wasn’t until you two got this close to each other that you both realized just how attracted you were to one another, and that’s when it all changed.

Wrestler Cartman is rough, and I mean, rough. He uses his strength to his advantage and absolutely manhandles you. Holding you down while he fucks you, putting you in positions that you didn’t even know you could be put in, wrapping his strong hands around your neck, the list goes on

He has a “sleeper” build, still chubby but he’s got more muscle in his arms than before. This dude is STRONG. And he uses his strength to his advantage

He also uses his weight to his advantage as well. He’ll use his body to pin you down while he slides himself inside of you. Two words: Mating press.

If he loses a match? Be prepared to be ruined after the match is over. He’ll be so angry that he’ll just use you to relieve himself of his “high strung” emotions. For example, instead of just letting you suck him off, this time he’ll just fuck your face. He doesn’t care if you can’t take it either, he wants to push you beyond your limits and use all of your holes for his own pleasure

He’s a rough guy in general, but if you two do it after he loses a match? That’s when his power hungry/sadistic side comes out full force. He wants to remind you of how strong he is and how much power he has over you even if he lost a match with you watching. He’s still in control, and he’s going to do whatever he wants to you and you don’t get a say otherwise

Face fucking, mating press, manhandling, Wrestler! Cartman can check every box. Oh and not to mention, he loves pulling you off to fuck you in the change rooms. He covers your mouth with his hand as he takes you from behind up against the wall. This dude gets so horny for you so easily sometimes he just can’t help himself

Can’t keep his hands off of you either. Whenever you you two are together, he’s always got an arm around you. He wants everyone to know that you belong to him and you are his lucky charm

I believe Harley said this one in her headcanons but I’m going to echo it: Sometimes when you guys fuck, he’ll be wearing his medals while he fucks you. He’ll whisper in your ears exactly how he got this medals. “Remember when I held that one loser down on the floor? That’s where this came from sweetheart. Oh what, you like hearing about what I do to people when I’m up there? Now I know just how filthy how you are……”

Oh. And if you just so happen to be a manager for his wrestling team?…. Best believe that man is going to be all over you whenever he can

Pulling you off to the side to make out with you, teasing your pussy while no one’s watching, calling you a “dirty fucking slut” if you start whimpering, making you suck his cock quickly in the restroom before his match, you can never fully predict what this dude is going to do to you next. And you just love it

[h-harleybaby]

I was hoping I could get a Professor Chaos x (captured) reader? Maybe leaning towards nsfw? But ofc not if you’re not comfortable with it. Hope it’s not to much to ask for!

I’m hoping you won’t be upset if I do straight up nsfw, I’m sorry!!! Let’s all thank Hannah for helping me because my brain was empty and I wanted to sob 💕💕 @hannah-h-pleb

TW: Stalking, probs dub con or something?? I dunno just be scared 😍😍

NSFW CONTENT

Professor Chaos x reader

• When Professor Chaos first kidnapped you he wanted info regarding Freedom Pals and good lord he was getting desperate. Or at least desperate enough to kidnap someone

• Soon enough he targets you because not only are you new to the team, you’re an easy target too. Plus it just so happens he finds you stupidly pretty

• He’s honestly been stalking watching you for a good while too so it’s a win win for him, he gets to gain info about his sworn enemies AND capture the pretty lady he’s been stalking he’s obsessed with

• Professor Chaos probably captures you during a battle between the Freedom Pals and Cartmans group, they were all too busy and full of themselves to notice you were gone

• Honestly he was kinda hoping that maybe the Freedom Pals would notice and he could get a nice ransom out of you but they never came for you

• I suppose it’s just the universe telling you that y’all are meant to be, or at least that’s what he kept telling you

• He definitely has you tied to a chair in his lair while he questions you about everything you know, which honestly isn’t much. Not that he’d know what little you know right now, turns out you’re more loyal than he thought

• It’s almost funny because as he interrogates you he can feel his pants getting tighter and tighter as he paces around his lair

• He just can’t help but get a boner with how pretty you look when you’re all tied up and scared!!

• But the sick thing is, you don’t JUST look scared, you’re enjoying this just as much as he is

• It doesn’t take long for him to act on his desires, and it doesn’t take very long for you to give in either

• Professor Chaos starts off more slow and passionate with soft neck kisses, palming your boobs, slowly fingering you, the works. He def wants to take his time with you to get you all worked up

• Professor Chaos fucks a lot differently than Butters does. Prof Chaos fucks, Butters makes love and all that

• And when he fucks you, he gets rough. The feeling of power completely takes over. He’s the type to pull your hair, spank you, and whisper utterly filthy things in your ears, maybe even chokes you

• That man completely ruins you in the best way, leaving your poor ass red with hand prints and your pussy practically stuffed to the brim

• When he’s done with you, you’re more than willing to tell him all you know now that he’s fucked you stupid and he ends up keeping you around

• Now it’s like you’re his little spy, observing anything and everything you can before you can come back to Professor Chaos and tell him everything and get fucked but that’s besides the point

• Somehow this goes on for a long time and the Freedom Pals were none the wiser to how you and Professor Chaos were getting busy behind scenes

• Within time the two of you fell in love, you learned to be just as enamored with him as he was with you

• I suppose the Freedom Pals really never really cared enough to see who was the rat among them, let alone see why their newest recruit had been going missing days at a time?

[slutz4marsh]

Stan getting a little too into his cocky cool guy schtick at a party or something to the point that someone starts talking the reader up a little. They literally chat for less than a few minutes before Stan whisks reader back home where he gives them orgasm after orgasm while groveling for reader's attention and affection. He's just oscillating between, "please please call me your good boy" and "nobody could make you cum like I do" energy while fucking your brains out.

*swoons* I love this blog I feel like I've found my people!!

you have. you absolutely have.

ALSO TYSM IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE BLOG I WAS SO NERVOUS WHEN I MADE IT SOBS

Stan Marsh x GN Reader SMUT

Look, you didn't mean to make Stan this upset. You didn't mean to make him upset at all, actually.

Simply put, Stan was being just a little too cocky confident cool guy douchebag for you at this party, so you wandered off and grabbed a drink in the kitchen. It was then that things went south.

Someone you didn't really recognize started talking to you, leaning against the wall and halfway flirting with you, and to be honest? it wasn't much of anything. You didn't even know their name. It was only about a two or three minute long conversation when you saw Stan appear next to you, saying you should be on your way home.

And that, my dear, is how you found yourself in your current situation.

Stan has you flat against the mattress while he lifts your hip to better allow himself access to sticky and borderline abused hole. You're sore and you're practically drooling from how many times you've cum by now, but you can't bring yourself to tell him to stop.

"Call me a good boy," Stan gasps into your ear. "no, no... Call me your good boy."

"You're a good boy," you gasp right back. "You're my good boy. So, so fucking- ah!- good for me."

Stan's hips stutter inside you, and he whimpers as he continues to pound into you. He can feel you getting closer, and it only spurs him on.

"You gonna cum?" Stan groans right into your ear, and his words go directly south. "That's right- that's right, baby. Cum all over me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this." He lightly smacks your thigh. "Say it."

It's your turn to whine as you tilt your head back against the pillows. "You're the only one," you gasp as you feel the oncoming orgasm. You've lost count of how many this makes it. "Who can make me cum-"

With that, your words and breath are taken from you as stan's perfectly sculpted dick brings you to yet another earth shattering orgasm.

"Stan, 's- 's too much," you whine, squirming from the overstimulation.

Stan shakes his head as he grips your hips tighter to hold you still. "You can take it," he mumbles into your neck. "Please? Please, baby, for me. Just one more."

He's pleading in the whiniest voice you've ever heard, and you can't possibly say no.

Stan pistons in and out of you, whimpering and whining into your skin. Every so often, a pitiful whining beg for attention will leave his lips; "Please, baby, say I'm good. Say you love me. Please, please, I'm treating you so good, right? Please." or a whiny but more dominant sounding claim; "I'm the only one who could ever make you feel this good, huh? Only one who can make you cum this hard this much."

When you finally cum the final time Stan had pitifully begged you for, your clenching around him is enough to coax another orgasm out of Stan, who finally stops thrusting into you.

You're both panting as he pulls out and collapses on top of your sweating, naked body.

"I love you," Stan says as he yanks your body closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "So fucking much."

You pet his hair and pull him as close as you can, shivering as you feel loads of cum leaking out of you.

"I love you too, Stan."

Your night is spent with cuddles and reassurances on both of your ends.