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kenlvry · 1 year

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Hi there I same you writing for South Park and I wanted to put in a request, how would the main 4 (separate) when their gf gets hurt/in a fight?

Also love how you write them sm

-orchrid anon

how the main 4 would react when their gf gets hurt in a fight

note: HELLO ORCHRID ANON, you sound so sweet, thankyou for the complement i hope you enjoy this one! tw: slight sa in cartmans

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kenny mccormick

it was lunch and kenny and others was talking about the new game thats about to launch in a couple weeks, stan then asked kenny if you and bebe has been fighting lately.

he was quite confused and asked why he said that, "dude didn't you see? the entire class the both of them was staring at each other as if they wanted to rip each others hair out" kyle chimed into the convo, apparently the whole class noticed it, kenny was focused on something else during class so he didn't notice anything.

all of the sudden some other 4 graders was running outside, cartman asked what was going on and the 4th grader said bebes hair is getting ripped out by you

kenny was shocked af, you weren't the type to get into fights because of how you always forgave people. if bebe did something to you so much to the fact you would fight her makes him worried.

all of them rushed outside to see a big circle and in the middle with you and bebe ,you had your hair tied up with loose hair strands. your lips was bleeding and so was your eyebrow. you cheek was swollen, but if you look at bebe she was a thousand times worse.

you were sitting on top of bebe punching her and kenny knew if he didn't get involved bebe would be dead by the time the fight ended, kenny pulled you away from the fight with you trying to kill that bitch. he quickly took you home despite still being school hours

"what the fuck happened babe? if someones been bothering you, you could've tell me i can handle it" (because of his alter persona being mysterion) "that bitch was talking about my mom being a whore and effing her dad, how could i not get mad???" kenny settled you down on your bed for you to blow some steam off on your pillow.

coming back with the first aid kit he treated your wounds and bruises with you moaning abt it not hurting and wanting to continue fighting. "babe next time dont hurt your precious face like this, just tell me okay? i dont want you to be in trouble"

he was really sweet for comforting you and you calmed down. you kissed him for thanks "damn, do that again but longer" you laughed and so did he. he ended up staying over and listened to you ranting to him about how fucked up bebe is, you two cuddled and watched some movie knowing tmr you'd get sent to mr mackeys for fighting and ditching school . kenny also made a mental note to visit bebe tonight.. <3

stan marsh

school ended and you stan and the others promised to go play at your house, some of the girls called you out, they waited long for you outside of school and cartman was not having it, about 5 minutes later you came out the door

but it seemed like you got into a fight, your hair was a mess and your face was fucked up, even your coat and scarf was missing, you looked like you could have frost bite any second.

the four of them rushed over to ask millions of questions, while being questioned stan realized you were freezing and gave you his coat, he'd rather him being cold than you, now back to questioning.

"what happened dude? you look like shit" you explained that apparently when wendy and the other girls called you to the playground to "talk" it was about stan, wendy was not happy stan broke up with her for you, when you arrived they were wendy and her cronies surrounding you, "what did i tell you about touching stan y/n?! dont fuck with me!"

they all jumped you trying to fuck up your face so stan would loose feelings for you, what they didn't know though was you could take all of them while sleeping, you were a black belt and your dad always taught you self defense, you easily took them. you should've known that wendy had ill intentions towards you.

when stan heard all of this he was fuming he wanted to go in and beat all of them up, luckily he doesn't fight women (unless necessary) kyle and the others was also mad af, you told them to deal with it tmr because all you wanted to do was go home and play some games or wtv.

the next day stan marched right up to wendy, and wow did you handle her.her face was wayyy worse than you, stan almost laughed. anyways he yelled at her on how stupid of it for her to fight you just because they broke up. it got heated real fast, stan ended it with saying "well fuck you wendy, after this don't even think i'd even consider you as a friend!!" he wanted to say so may things but if he did even you would be mad at him.

he'd take care of you until your wounds and bruises gets better, when you do anything he'd act like a whole mother. after this wendy always glared and didn't dare touch you.

kyle broflovski

when he heard you got into a fight he couldn't believe it like "y/n??? y/n l/n??? my girlfriend y/n??" "oh my fucking god yes" he was waiting for you outside the counselors office (with the other of course), it took really long and it sounded like you and whoever it was, was arguing inside.

it ended with a loud sigh from mr mackey and telling the both of you to get out. you came out with your hands in your pockets looking annoyed, you had a tissue up you nose, your eyebrows was bleeding and you had a small cut on your forehead. they were shocked at the state of your face. then the girl that you fought came out. it was a random 4th grader the others haven't meet before, apparently it was the new kid.

you told them that she had moved to the house infront of you and caused havoc, she'd throw eggs at your window and rocks at your bedroom windows, would also ask you to come over just to ask you to clean up her house! you told your parents but they would never catch her in the act. you punched her one day not wanting to deal with the shit she puts you through and she promised the next time she saw you it was on. you just didn't know it'd be at school.

you sigh knowing you have to deal with your parents later. kyle immediately took you the school nurse getting bandages for your wounds and a ice pack for whatever he thought its for. he didn't knew how to do anything but tried so hard, so precious. he told you to stay still and wouldn't have to lift a finger because he and the others can handle it.

the new kid was introduced and everyone knew what she did, you were a very famous lovable person, everyone loved you. wendy rolled her eyes at her knowing what she did to you. everyone ignored her. even when she was being introduced nobody was paying attention, they were just playing. she was mad to say the least, she thought everyone would love her esp kyle bc she took a liking to him!!

when you came back from the nurses office everyone greeted you. asking if your ok and if you need help. the new kid looked pissed at the sudden fame you got. you asked kyle what happened and he told you that not only he told everyone what happened between you two, he spread rumours about her, telling everyone she was someone who'd steal everyones mans and how she liked to steal things

you laughed at his efforts and also didn't know he could be such a gossip girl you kissed him to show thanks, the year continued with the new kid having 1-2 friends just because she was a bitch to you <3

eric cartman

him and three others was at his house waiting for you so they can go and play basketball. while on your guys way to his house some 6th grader called you over, you did and told them to go ahead and wait for you. it was well past 20 minutes now and they re getting bored.

"dude where is your girlfriend? she's taking forever omgg" "i dont know geez" suddenly you burst open the door making them all jump. you were out of breath and looked horrible , your hair looks like you haven't showered in years, your cheek was swollen and your coat had a tear in it, "dude what the fuck happened" "yeah you okay?" you were in tears.

the 6th grades asked to borrow 100$ which you didnt have so you refused but they wanted it now, you told them you didnt have them, you were getting real scared and wanted to run away, you looked behind you to see if it was okay to run or if there was someone you can call for help when all of the sudden someone grabbed you shoulder and demanded the 100$, he grabbed strands of your hair and kissed it saying that you can pay with something else winking at you. the other two 6th graders just laughed and you punched him, you were grossed out. they were shocked, the other 6th grader punched you and it was a full on fight, you could handle two of them but the other was too strong, you just ran off to cartmans house scared.

after you told the story cartman wanted to go and burn the 6th graders house but he hold it in "dont worry, i got this" cartman said to your crying figure on the couch and left the house. you looked dumbfounded but wtv.

(the 6th graders pov)you went home after getting beaten up by some lousy girl, you made sure to make a mental note to meet her tmr. going up the stairs to greet your pet bird, he was your fav thing in the world, you lov- hes dead. what the fuck, your room was trashed, all of your clothing was torn apart and on the floor was a note written on it was (fuck your 100$ bitch) .............

when cartman got back he told everyone to go home and to just play tmr, except you of course you can stay, he acted all tough but he was actually so worried for you, he treated to your bruises immediately, he was surprisingly good, the next day the 6th graders didnt bother you, infact they were scared of you, whatever cartman did you were so thankful

you kissed him and hugged him, he cringed and made puking noises but he loved it, you both knew <3

hope you liked it, cartmans is a bit messy cz i got tired halfway writing all of this sorry!!

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angel-gone-south · 8 months

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Stan’s Gang, Craig’s Gang, Scott M., Girls, Pip, Damien, Gregory, Christophe, and Gary x GN!Reader: Comfort

For those of you going through something. High school implied. Trying out something, lemme know what you think

listened to: snap out of it - arctic monkeys, no surprises - radiohead, all’s well that ends - rainbow kitten surprise, ykwim? - yot club, birdbath - gezebelle gaburgably, meteor shower - cavetown

CW: Drug/alc ment, abuse ment, cigarettes

Stan Marsh

When you showed up at his window sobbing, three in the morning, well… he knew it wasn’t good. He hauled you in, immediately embracing you in a hug. Despite the smell of pot and alcohol mixing with his cologne, you held him as tight as you could. You couldn’t be bothered to care as you buried your snotty, tear-soaked face into his wide shoulders. He hushed you and lifted you easily by your thighs. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed, setting you down and soothing you while he went to shut the window. The football player laid down, pulling you on top of him so he could play with your hair and rub your back.

You didn’t need to say anything for him to hold you.

Kyle Broflovski

He’s like his mother. His first instinct was to fix it, make the problem go away so you could stop crying. But as he went to spitball ideas with his friends, you grabbed him by the sleeve. His head turned to you and his heart broke at your expression. He knew you were desperate, and he got it. Finally, he understood what you wanted from him. Comfort. So, he picked you up, right there in the hallway. He took you outside, on the school’s front steps where nobody was during lunch. He set you in his lap, and buried his face in your shoulder, whispering the sweetest of everythings in your ear.

He couldn’t stand seeing you so sad.

Kenny McCormick

You’d brushed him off all day, which was extremely unlike you. His every attempt at catching your attention fell flat, and you were out of it. When he pulled you into the janitor’s closet (something far too usual for the two of you), he saw how dull your eyes were. He pulled down his parka hood and unzipped it, draping it over your smaller form. When you looked up at him his rough hands were instantly cupping your face with the gentlest of touches. He murmured softly, bringing your foreheads to touch as his hands slid down your arms and held your waist. He pressed soft kisses along the bridge of your nose, up to your forehead and scalp where he silently left millions.

He would do anything to let you know you were loved.

Eric Cartman

Eric was never a sappy, comforting guy. Especially when he was woken up at eight in the morning on a lazy Sunday. But when he saw your trembling form on his porch once he escaped from his yawn, he immediately stepped aside to allow you access to his home. The place (and he) smelled of cinnamon as he picked you up princess style to bring you to his large, soft mattress. He cradled your head in his chest, the soft sunlight from his blinds spilling over the two of you. He tugged a blanket up, fingers coming soothingly through your hair. The two of you laid there for a bit before drifting off.

The world and your problems could wait.

Butters Stotch

Butters was sure he would get his ass thoroughly beat for this. But he was completely sure it wouldn’t matter to him. He had to know you were safe. He ran across the neighborhood, hopping your backyard fence and scrambling up your treehouse’s ladder that was beginning to dampen with dew. He panted as he practically tackled you, and you clung to him. You’d sounded so distressed on the phone it’d made his core ache. He managed to coax you from the cold into the warmth of your bed. When he went to go, your hand softly gripped his wrist and you whimpered: a plea for him to stay. He sighed and smiled, kicking off his muddy shoes and climbing in to spoon you. He knew he’d be grounded when his mom found his bed empty.

But he would take the worst punishment for you.

Craig Tucker

Craig had a hard time reading folks. Being on the spectrum made recognizing subtle changes in mood almost mute to him. Clearly, though, you hadn’t been yourself lately, given that even he’d picked up on it. He sighed, his normally silent nature almost suffocating when mixed with your quiet contemplation. He held your waist softly, making you jump. He just used his other hand to lay your head on his shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a long time. It became routine. Ever since, whenever you’d been down, Craig just opened his arms.

Normally he wasn’t touchy, but for you, he’d make any exception.

Tweek Tweak

He panicked when he heard the knock at his door after dinner one night. He calmed a bit when he saw it was you, but his heartbeat spiked right back up when he saw the fat tears rolling down your cheeks. He ushered you inside quickly and sat you on the couch. He swallowed dryly, not saying a word as he clamored around his kitchen to make you a warm beverage. When he was done and sipping his own coffee, motor tics finally subsiding, he sat with you. You spoke softly into the early morning.

He would always be there to calm your aching heart.

Clyde Donovan

Clyde was never the brightest. But he was emotionally intelligent. It was easy for him to tell when you needed him. He very kindly invited you over to his one weekend. You nearly broke down in sobs when you got there- he’d made a giant blanket fort, set out tons of snacks, lit candles and put your favorite movie on, ready to play. He dragged you into a bear hug, and didn’t let you go until your sobbing stopped. You had a grin on your face the whole night, so wide it made your cheeks hurt. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s warmth.

You couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t told him sooner.

Jimmy Valmer

Jimmy wasn’t quite used to feelings other than joy, or sometimes anger, given those were the two most common responses to his comedy. He was unsure how to handle your tears when you broke down at a sleepover with him. He shuffled himself on the bed, back against his headboard, and pat his lap. You obliged, albeit somewhat embarrassed, and he rubbed your sides and listened to your rambles. Surprisingly, the comedian gave great advice- and even better snuggles.

He loved your smile far more than your frown.

Tolkien Black

Tolkien invited you over when you expressed your discomfort at being alone for the night. You marveled briefly at his large house, despite having been in it before. He shot you a soft smile, and your heart began to hurt. You felt as though you could be yourself here, messy emotions and all. When you started bawling, he picked you up with ease and sat you on the island countertop whilst he made the two of you sundaes. He made sure to stick close to you the whole night, and when you fell asleep on his couch, he carried you up to his bed and tucked you both in.

Warm company and ice cream is such a happy thing.

Scott Malkinson

Scott’s dainty hands played in your hair as you lay on his lap. It was a warm day, and given your sorry state lately, Scott brought you to a picnic in his backyard, where the sun was just warm enough when it mingled with the house’s shadows. You sighed happily, feeding yourself a strawberry before offering one to the boy above you. He shuffled a bit, giving you a wide and dopey grin as he took it between his teeth. You both giggled, and Scott filled the following silence with anything he could think of.

Lazy days were the greatest for a pick me up.

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy was, quite like Kyle, a logical person. She was your best friend, level headed and always impressive. You almost envied how in-control she seemed of herself. But when you came to her, upset or crying or angry, inside she was losing it. She held your face in shaky hands, blabbering to you about how adored and wonderful you were. About how she adored every moment, every crumb of time she was ever able to spend with you. You meant the world to her and she would make sure you knew it every time you were sad.

You both tended to ramble- not that the other minded.

Bebe Stevens

Bebe was used to joy, people having fun. Your tears sent her mind spiraling, but she knew this wasn’t about her. This was about you. She led you away from the party, into a bedroom where she sat you on the bed. She kneeled in front of you, laying her head on your knees so you could play in her thick hair. She relented eventually, standing and pulling you to your feet too. She took a deep breath with you, and listened for the booming music downstairs. She held your hands, giggling with a beaming grin as she danced the two of you around the room.

She didn’t mind having a private party with you.

Nichole Daniels

You were far too quiet, lately. Nichole noticed when you were unenthusiastic at the latest DnD game. She grabbed your hand as you went to leave, and sat you down. She braided your hair while you talked out your woes, listening attentively to every detail. She offered advice, giving you a soothing squeeze on the shoulder. As you went to leave, she expressed her admiration for you. She thought you were very brave to speak of your feelings that way. She gave you a kiss on the forehead, and welcomed you to stay back with her any time.

You were delighted as you left that day.

Red McArthur

Typically, your day consisted of talking shit with your favorite girl. When you didn’t show up for school, her immediate instinct was to skip class and head to your house. What she wasn’t expecting was you, huddled on the couch, eating straight from a pint of ice cream. She knocked on the window, and you lazily meandered to let her in. She didn’t say a word, simply walking to sit on the couch and snuggle into you. Sometimes she would sneak the spoon from you, or you would feed her bites. You watched shitty romance movies abound, and fell asleep with the empty tub on the coffee table.

You and her were inseparable.

Heidi Turner

Heidi was known for being the therapist friend. The first time you ever tried to talk to her she internally scoffed and rolled her eyes. But every time you opened your mouth, she found herself entranced with the words you would say. Eventually you soothed her inner turmoils, and she helped you as well. It was a long time, lots of work. Her favorite moment was sitting on a bench in the park, her head on your shoulder and your head on hers, silently stargazing. She felt, in that moment, that she was understood, and she finally had someone to understand in turn.

Birds of a feather will perch together.

Pip Pirrup

Pip is probably the one person who understands inner turmoil the most. When you came to him for anything, he got it. He couldn’t help but to feel selfish, enjoying the times when you were upset and he held you. It made him feel whole, to have someone. Your reliance on him for comfort was no obstacle. He found himself looking forward to any sight of you. You grew close as could be. He was delighted to be your confidant, and you his. You defended him at school and he would defend you from the boogeymen that haunted the nights, protectively coddling you close to his chest.

You needed each other.

Damien Thorn

He tried hard to ignore it, at first. Your pain made him uncomfortable and he couldn’t fathom why. Normally the grumpy Son of Satan reveled in the suffering of the mortal race that so resembled those who cast his father from heaven, but with you it left a pit in his stomach. When you came to him, crying during your free period, he thought he might set the whole school ablaze to find a culprit. Your next move stopped him dead, though. You gripped his shirt, sobbing into his front. He awkwardly raised his hands, one going to rest on your back and the other fiddling in your hair. He’d seen others do the same. It worked like a charm.

He might just learn love, for you.

Gregory (of Yardale)

The Himbo King of Not Paying Attention, Gregory was doing his usual blabber as you sat by the pond, skipping rocks. Your heavy sigh pulled him from his stupor, and he scooted closer. You looked up at him with tired eyes, noticing his silence. He offered you an awkward smile and another rock to skip, his hand lingering when he passed it over. Fuck it, he decided, and held your free hand. A soft smile graced your features as Gregory maneuvered behind you, holding your hips and burying his face in your hair as you leaned back onto his warm chest. He allowed the two of you a long, long moment of peace.

Maybe silence didn’t always need filling.

Christophe “The Mole” DeLorne

There are no comforts in this world. It is cold and uncaring and vile, taking from the good and giving over to the evil. Cynical as ever, Christophe was a bitter boy. The worst thing that God could do, he thought, was make you cry. You were sunshine to him, the reason to be alive, a warmth he had never before known. He held you. No matter your soft, sniffling protests of him smelling like a pack of Marlboros. He was warm, wide and built from all the digging and boxing he did. Any chance he got he would hold you. At lunch, his arms loosely around your waist, you on his lap, his stubble tickling at the back of your neck. At either house, you on top of him, his hands massaging your sides and back, your fingers tracing his eyebags and scars. They were simple pleasures.

You were his world, his forever and always.

Gary Harrison

Despite not knowing you, his chest ached when he saw you at the edge of Stark’s Pond that day. You were sobbing, tears slipping down your soft face and sparkling like little crystals in the afternoon sun. He thought you looked utterly ethereal. His heart pounded as he gathered the courage, sitting next to you. At your furrowed brow and confused pout, he offered a gentle smile and put his arm out. You ducked yourself into his side, a new wave of sobs wracking your frame. He soothingly rubbed your arm, letting you soak the fabric of his shirt with tears.

Sometimes strangers aren’t always that strange.

Full disclosure this took like 3-4 days. Dedicated to my dearest friend. 😇💖

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shhh-secret-time · 4 months

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Another request from A03! I am so very sorry this one took so long I actually had to start this one over a few times because I actually lost a big chunk of it when I first started writing it! Nothing takes the wind out of my sails faster.

Warning: NSFW, Dom!Stan, Sub!Reader, Dirty Talk, Enemies to Lovers, Writer doesn't know shit about college or sports ball, Slight Voyeurism, Strong Language, Stan might be a little OOC

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader

Notes: Hey uh welcome to this week's episode of, "Writer don't know how to write conflict to save her life!" I'm very bad at coming up with a reason to fight people, it's not in my nature so I'm sorry if it seems forced!

You hated Stan Marsh

You hated him and most of the football players at your university. Them and their spotlight hogging, annoying, disgusting, sweaty, irritating habits! You and your girls bust your ass off at every practice, sports game, and pep rally South Park University places on your teams’ shoulders, and what do you get for it?

To hear things like, "Oooooh did you see how Cartman played center?" or "Clyde is so hot when he takes his helmet off and has that messy hair!" even, "Kyle plays football AND basketball with perfect grades? Why is he soooo perfect!"

But the one that got under your skin the most was Stanely fucking Marsh, the star quarterback. The man walks around the school with his little crowd of admirers everywhere he went, and for what? Just because he throws a stupid ball around and can run quick? Fuck him.

Your girls put in twice the work they do; you've been to every one of their games. You had to. Your group had to coordinate with the football players, the basketball players, the volleyball team, the hockey team, hell you even had to coordinate with the wrestling team. It was exhausting trying to keep up with it all.

And what did your cheer squad get? Perverted remarks and dismissive attitudes! The final straw was when the Cows mascot got more respect than your group did. You brought your complaints up to the school's councilor, to the headmaster, to anyone who would listen.

Word travels fast around the small town of South Park, people dating and breaking up. Who cheated on who, who's throwing the best parties, who threw up in who's car. Shit like that. Not much changes from high school to college, just a lot less sneaking around and more energy drinks and pain meds. So of course, when your complaints got to the one and only Stan Marsh, he confronted you about it.

"Hey! Hey wait up!" His voice rings out past the busy sounds of other students trying to get to their classes. "You're the captain of the cheer squad, right?" He all but corners you while you're walking with your friends, he doesn't have his little squad of goons following him around.

"Are you serious?" How could he not know who you are?! You've only been to every one of his stupid games! Only been sitting on the sidelines of every practice! "Yes! I am! What do you want?!"

Stan flinched back at the venom in your voice but that didn't stop him from shooting you a look. "Uh...did I do something wrong? I heard from one of the guys that you're not exactly...happy and I was just trying to figure out what we did."

"What you did. What did he do girls? Can anyone answer Mr. Marsh's question~?" The tone in your voice did not match the smile on your face. It sounded chipper but anyone listening could tell it was fake.

Your little group always had your back, most of them felt the same way you did. If anything, it just amplified that anger, knowing your girls were feeling underappreciated. It was your job as the captain to protect your girls, but every time you brought it up to them, they seemed to shy away from saying anything.

"Well, geez Stan, you gotta admit your team's been kinda hoggin' the spotlight. You know what I'm tryin' ta say don't ya?" It wasn't just your girls you had to protect; it was your sweet little angel Butters too. Although you guys called him by his first name when cheering with him, he was Leo to you. And right now, Leo was trying to bridge the gap between you and your rival.

"Veeery good Leo! That's right, Stan and his team don't seem to give a shit how hard we work to cheer his team on! The whole school would rather worship the ground their star quarterback walks on!"

"The school doesn't worship the ground I walk on! You can't pin this on me!" Stan shot back trying to defend himself, it was hard not to feel attacked even though you were the only one glaring at him.

A part of you knew that he was right, it really wasn't his fault that small towns in America went crazy for football.

"W-we're not pinnin' anything on ya! Just sayin' maybe, it wouldn't hurt to tell the guys to show us a little bit more respect! You know Eric's been pickin' on me ever since I joined the girls, sayin' some awfully mean things."

"Leo is right! You may not have a hand in the way people think but that's just the problem, you don't do anything to stop it! If you were really the captain of your little team you'd step up!" You took a step towards him, your face getting inches away from his face.

Ignoring the fact that you had to look up at him, you wouldn't let him leave without getting your point across. His eyes narrowed down at you, matching the energy you were giving out to him. Butters looked between the both of you with a nervous look, he could practically see the electricity bouncing between your eyes. The poor blond didn't mean to start a fight, he was just trying to help.

"If you had a problem with my team, you should have come to me then. Why did I have to find out from other people?" Stan's voice dipped to a low growl which almost made you give one in return.

"I shouldn't have had to go to anyone in the first place Marsh! Get your team under control or else!" You felt your face turn red; it was getting harder to argue with him when those ocean blue eyes were burning into yours.

That was new. Just going to lock that in your vault of things to not think about again.

Thankfully Butters finally stepped in, physically putting his body between the both of you. "C-come on now guys let’s all just calm down. We both said our peace and now we can work it out, right? Next time we practice we can be on the same page!"

"Sure Butters." Stan clicked his tongue as he looked at his friend, but that didn't stop him from getting one last jab in. "You better hope you don't slip up princess, because if you do. I'll be there and I'll be quick to remind you of your shortcomings." And with that he turned on his heel and started walking down the hallways.

"Princess?! Excuse me?!"

"Oh geez..."

Stan slammed his locker with a little more force than he should have, the rusty door screamed out and bounced back open. With an annoyed groan he pushed back on the metal with a little less force, but the damage was already done, the door was now on its last leg and would most likely not shut right. Just more fuel to the fire.

"Whoa dude what did that poor locker do to you? Don't you think it's been through enough." Kenny looked over from his locker with a little smirk.

One of the few times Kenny was without his parka, a towel wrapped around his waist and his bright blond hair clung to his skin. Stan could smell the smell of fresh soap and hints of pine in the air. He sighed in response to Kenny's teasing, clearly not in the mood for his friend's antics.

"Not now man, I don't have the energy." Stan grabbed his jacket and pulled it up onto his torso.

"Ah that's not good, wanna tell your old pal Kenny? I won't even charge ya, come on what's going on."

Stan pressed his lips together and he tried to focus on zipping up the worn-out brown coat he always wore, the zipper struggled to hold together. He cursed under his breath a few times before the thing finally zipped all the way up. For a moment Stan thought about not saying anything, but Kenny was never the type to judge or the type to let things go if he knew something was bothering his friends.

"You know the captain of the cheerleaders?"

"The really hot one?"

"Kenny!" Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, something he picked up from his mother when they were both aggravated, "That's not the point."

"Says you. She's a baddy for real. Take no shit kinda woman~! The feisty ones are the ones that bite the hardest. You got your work cut out for you if you're trying to shoot your shot. I heard she turned down everyone else on the team!"

"Dude! I'm not gonna ask her out!"

"You're not? Then why'd you bring her up? Is this about the fight you guys had in the hall?"

Stan stopped and looked up at him in shock. "You heard about that already?"

"Oh yeah, you guys's are the talk of the school. Everyone thinks you guys had a little lovers spat. I had to hear the whole story from Leo!" Kenny chuckled as he grabbed started getting changed, pulling the patchy orange pants up his legs.

"Even you're calling him Leo now..." Stan muttered but quickly shook his head, "but that's not what I was going to say! I was going to...talk about that but if you already know."

"Yeah, I don't really know what that's all about but Leo kinda spelled it out for me. She's not mad at you per say just mad at the position you're in. A jealousy thing maybe but honestly, I think she's just tired of taking the back seat so to speak."

"What am I supposed to do about that? It's not my fault!" Stan threw his hands up the irritation on face made Kenny laugh again.

"I didn't say it was dude. I'm just telling you what I think, but man, she really got under your skin." Kenny smirks over at him with a playful purr.

"No, she didn't! I don't even care."

"Yep, that totally looks like the face that doesn't care~" Kenny pulled his zipper up and adjusted the collar as he spoke. "Look, let’s pretend for a second you do care. If I were you, I'd just talk to her. Ask her what you can do to make things right, because I'll be honest man, she's the last person you wanna make an enemy of. She'll make your life hell." Kenny finished making his point by wrapping his arm around Stan's neck and pulling him in for a side hug. "Besides, it's not like you have to work close with her, just work around her."

"Yeah..."

But of course, it could never be that simple, could it? Every time Stan tried to catch you to talk to you something got in his way. Monday you were busy with your classes zipping around the hall, Stan could barely get a word in. Tuesday you had to help Butters with his outfit so of course you didn't have time for him. Wednesday was the big pep rally for Friday's game, so that meant Thursday was for practice.

Thursday was hell. Stan was supposed to be focused on getting his team ready for the game. They were practicing dodging other players and passing the ball across the field. Stan was supposed to be working on his throw, he needed the ball to go further than normal. Kyle was getting faster at running and if Stan fell behind their whole strategy would be thrown out the window.

But of course, you couldn't make it easy. It was getting harder and harder to focus on what he needed to do when you were being tossed in the air. The way your dark green and gold skirt caught the sunlight, and the way the puffy looking poms in your hands shook back and forth. Stan knew he was in trouble when he stopped paying attention for a moment when you laughed at something Annie said. Next thing he knew he felt the football knock him on the side of the head. And of course, that's when you looked over, he felt his face heat up when you giggled and covered your mouth.

He hated you. Hated your pretty smile, the way you laughed made his blood boil and his body turn hot. Your stupid lips curled into a gorgeous smile and the way your thighs looked good enough to sink his teeth into, what he'd give to walk over and kiss that smug look off your-

Stan let out a growl that came from deep in his chest as he threw the ball down the field hitting Kyle in the chest. The poor red head just took it, letting out a grunt as it managed to get past the gear meant to keep him safe. He wouldn't let his mind wonder there, not for you. Not when you're the one who attacked him and then started avoiding him every chance you got.

"Marsh!" He winced when he heard Coach Miles below his name, he didn't need to see his face to know he was in trouble.

With a sigh he took his helmet off and ran his fingers through his messy black hair, the helmet causing his hair to stick up. As he walked over, he could feel your eyes on him, and all he could do was scowl. Trying not to think about how you must be eating this up.

Stan's scowl dropped when he heard the coach call your last name and gesture for you to come over. Your eyes widened at the way the coach called for you, you'd never heard him so angry at you before. You gave your poms to Wendy as you ran over, walking behind him as he gestured for you and Stan to follow him.

Coach Miles took you both back inside through the gym, once the three of you were alone, he crossed his arms and glared down at you both. "So, the big game is tomorrow and some of the students have come to be with worries about the way you two were at each other’s throats." He paused for only a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let me make something very clear, we are not in high school anymore. So whatever problem you two have with each other, fix it. You’re adults, act like them."

"I've tried! She doesn't want to work this out!" Stan's mouth moved before he thought about the consequences, but he was just so tired of this whole thing. Even if he agreed with his Coach, this whole situation had him at the end of his rope.

"What?! No, you didn't! You just bitched to Kenny-"

"I didn't bitch! I was asking for advice!" Stan stopped and glared over at you again, it seems like that's the only look he gave you nowadays. "I tried to talk to you in the halls and you blew me off!" How did you even know about he talked to Kenny anyway?!

Fucking Butters.

"I told you what my problem was with you Marsh!"

"No, you didn't! All you did was-"

"Enough!" The Coach's voice boomed over your little squabble and echoed off the gymnasium walls. "I was hoping you two would be mature enough that I didn't have to do this, but I guess I was wrong."

You and Stan watched as Coach Miles stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out a folded-up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he handed it to you and huffed. It was a warning slip, something he never gave out to you or Stan. "So, unless you both figure this out, you're both benched. Off the field and you can watch the rest of the students play without you."

"What?!" Your voices came out in unison, shocked at the very thought of not getting to be a part of tomorrows big game.

"I mean it! Figure yourselves out or you're out! I can have McCormick take your spot Marsh and Testaburger has plenty of experience leading!"

"But Coach-"

"No! I shouldn't have had to do this in the first place! I'm not your dad, I'm not your counselor, I'm a Coach! You both are lucky I'm even giving you a second chance! You have until tomorrow." Every word that came out of Coach Miles's mouth pierced like a sword.

You flinched and pulled back just as Stan did each time, he emphasized his frustration. It was a verbal lashing unlike one you've ever gotten, and you were grateful when he turned and left. You weren't sure if you could take much more.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you and Stan as you both just stood there. The slight buzzing sound of the fans overhead and Stan's deep breaths were all you could hear. Each time he inhaled through his nose he would exhale through his mouth, but it didn't look like it was actually doing anything to calm him.

You've heard when Stan got yelled at by Coach Miles, and not once did he look this angry. Your eyes trailed down his jawline watching as he started grinding his teeth together, the look on his face said it all. He was holding something back, he looked like a lit fuse ready to blow. You didn't know if that anger was at you, the Coach, the situation, or all the above. But a part of you really wanted to find out, and Miles did tell you to work it out.

"So... you wanted to talk. I'm here."

Stan's head snapped over towards you, the look on his face was a mix of anger and bewilderment. Shocked that you would break the silence like that. He felt his stomach churn, a feeling he hasn't felt since he was a kid.

It always felt like he was on a roller-coaster going too fast, that fluttering feeling one would feel when the ride would hit that high and then dropped to that low. Only this time it felt like the pit of his stomach was also on fire, his stomach was a cauldron ready to boil over. As he opened his mouth to speak nothing came out, he just let his mouth hang open for a second and then he shut it again. He was holding back still.

You rolled your eyes and jut your hip out, arms crossing under your chest. "Just say it. I know you want to yell, so yell. I'm a big girl I can take whatever you could possibly throw at me."

When Stan didn't respond but instead walked towards you, your arms dropped, and you took a step back. So caught up in the dark blues of his eye you barely registered when your back hit the wall, it wasn't until you realized he had you backed into a corner that you grasped the situation you were in. He slammed his arm over your head making your heart leap in your chest, and your hands come up in defensively.

You weren't scared that he was going to hurt you, you never got that from Stan, he never seemed like that type. But the way he looked down at you made your heart speed up and a shiver run down your spine. Never had you felt like a rabbit trapped in a pen with a wolf. Something about that excited you.

"What are you doing-"

"Shut.up." Stan's voice dips an octave as he whispers out the command.

The gravel in his voice is cut by the way he slams his lips down onto yours. You have just enough time to push back into the kiss when he pulls away and continues. "You...have made my life.... fucking hell...this entire week!" His complaints almost falls on deaf ears from the way he's kissing you in between them. "I don't know why I get so.... worked up with you!" He emphasizes the last part by grabbing your jaw and forcing your face up towards him.

It's only been a week and you've already got him wrapped around your finger, so tightly wound up that he was beginning to snap. And maybe you were wrapped around his, the smirk on your face was short lived when he bit your bottom lip. A small gasp escaping your lips giving him enough of an opening to slip his tongue in your mouth. You moan against his lips and grip the front of his jersey by the collar. If he wanted to get handsy you could get handsy. You pulled him down into the kiss somehow deepening it further.

Your tongues push back and forth against each other, neither giving way to the other. His tongue was relentless but so was yours. It wasn't until you felt a bit of drool dripping down the side of your mouth did it click. You were making out with, what you thought, was the biggest asshole on campus. Yet you couldn't pull away, couldn't pull away from his hold on you.

On the other side of things, Stan's mind was going blank. With every twist of your tongue and lips he felt himself getting addicted. Hungry lips moving from yours to devour the soft flesh of your neck. He bites down with enough force to pull a cry from you and to leave a mark. Right where your shoulder meets your neck, teeth marks bright and red poked out of your cheerleading uniform.

"You fucking ass! That's going to leave a mark!" You hiss at him, but it just turns to another moan as he sucks on the patch of skin near your collarbone.

"Good!" He growls back coming off your skin with a pop. "I have tried all week to work with you! All fucking week to work with your bitchy attitude!"

"My attitude?! Fuck you! I was trying-"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He cuts you off with a smirk, one that would give the devil a run for his money.

"What?!" You white knuckle his jersey with both hands now.

"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid." His hands reach down to the back of your thighs, cupping them as he lifts you up and slams you back into the wall. Not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of the predicament you're in.

"Says the man who had his tongue down my throat!" Predicament be damned. He would not win this fight just because he slots himself between your legs and pushes his arousal against your thigh.

Those football pants left nothing for the imagination, the thought of leaving him with that hard on in those pants crossed your mind for a moment. But when he rolled his hips against your clothed sex you had to focus on biting back the moan instead.

"It shut you up, didn't it? You didn't seem to want me to stop when you were moaning against me."

You glared down at him and ran your fingers through his hair, giving the roots a firm tug; you smirked when he moaned. His face turned red making him lunge forward and bite your neck again. Your nails dug into his scalp which only seemed to encourage him to leave marks.

"Just shut the fuck up and...and fuck me already!" You tried to keep the moan out of your voice, but when he found that soft spot on your neck it just turned into a whimper.

That smug bastard lips turned up into a smirk, he pulls back just long enough to take a look around the gym. All he could hear was you panting heavily trying to catch your breath and the same dull fan buzzing. He looked down at you for a moment and for a second you thought he'd pull away. That he'd come to his senses and realize that maybe this wasn't exactly what the Coach meant.

But he didn't. Instead, he pulls your face back up for another kiss, this one was a lot less angry. There was still that heat behind each press of his lips, but it was more controlled, not like when he was trying to get you to stop talking. He presses his forehead against yours for a moment, the sweat from practice earlier dripping down his neck, it would almost be sweet if the situation leading up to it didn't happen.

"We have to be quick."

"Here?! Are you out of your mind, what if we get caught!?"

"Would you just let me-" You feel him move you to his forearm, where he pins you between the wall and his body. "You've got me so worked up! I don't know why I find your endless complaining and bitching so hot!" The confession spilled out of his mouth once again without a second thought as his hands move up your skirt.

His hands grope and squeeze at your thighs and then your ass pulling another sweet moan from your lips. "Don't act like you're free from it! You like to think you're sooooo much better than me but you're just like me!"

"I know!" He grunts as he pushes your underwear to the side making you shiver when the cold air hits your cunt.

Stan watches as your eyes flutter shut when he slams his fingers into your wet hole, his fingers coated with your sweet juices. He licks his lips when your mouth hangs open and a shaky gasp is pulled from you. "Look at you already so fucking wet for me. I thought you hated me huh?"

"Sh... shit. I-I do hate you!" Your weak attempt to bite back fall short when he curls his finger in you, slamming his fingers in and out of you.

His lips ghost over yours as he buries himself to the knuckle in your pretty cunt. He watches as you suck his fingers in further and further. The sounds you're making makes his cock throb in his pants, straining against the white material. "Yeah? Doesn't feel like you hate me. You were ordering me to fuck you earlier."

"I-I... oh fuck! Harder!"

Stan smirks down at you and there's no comment this time. How can he when you look so damn sweet, nails digging into his shoulders clinging to him for dear life. He stops his fingers and glares down at you. "Say please."

"B-bite me."

He does. He leans down and bites down on the tip of your ear, his husky voice laced with danger. "I'm not moving my fingers from your cunt until I get a please."

"G-God damn it Stan j-just.... ugh please! Please go harder!"

For a moment he looks up like he's thinking about it, pondering whether he should or not. You could have smacked that smug look off his face but when his fingers drill deeper into you all you can do is throw your head back. As if it wasn't enough, he finds that perfect spot, making you clench around his digits.

"Fuck you look so good when you're like this. You gonna cum around my fingers princess? Go ahead, let me feel you clench around them." He talks you through your orgasm with a steady tone, making you lull your head to the side as you reach your climax.

His fingers stay buried in you for a bit before he pulls them out, you almost whimper at the loss of them. But it was cut short when he wrapped his lips around his fingers. Sucking the slick off his digit while keeping eye contact with you. The telltale sign of a blush crept up your neck and across your face when he removed his index finger from his mouth.

"You're so gross..."

"Whatever." He clicked his tongue at your comment, even after he pulled an orgasm out of you; you still had something to say. His hands move across your ass again giving the flesh a firm squeeze. You slapped his shoulder when he chuckled at your little squeak. "Hmm~ I liked you begging. Let’s see if I can't get more of that out of you."

He moves his hands down to his pants and slips them down to his thighs. He fumbles for a moment with his boxers before he just decides to give up and pull his cock through the flap. He did say this needed to be quick and he already wasted time fingering you against the gym wall. Not that he regretted it, he had half a mind to do it again, but if the precum leaking out of the slit of his cock was anything to go by he need release soon.

Stan glides his cock against your folds a few times, coating his cock in your arousal, his breath hitches when you roll your hips back. When his eyes meet yours again his knees almost buckle under the weight of your lustful gaze. The way your eyelids lower and your mouth falls open again with each drag of his cock. He takes the base of his member and slaps it against your cunt a few times. "Come on princess, tell me you want this. Tell me you don't really hate me."

"I...." You trail off, letting your stubborn attitude take over but Stan isn't making it easy. Each passing second you don't answer him he nudges the tip of his cock in your entrance, not quite pushing in to give you that pleasure. "I hate that I like it that you call me that! I hate the way my heart speeds up when you kiss me! I hate that I like you!" Your words roll off your tongue like a confession, the way you throw your head back the frustration growing in your tone.

Stan growls again, that sound being pulled out of him more times today than his entire life, but he can't resist you. It's like he's a puppet and you're holding all the strings. His hands come up to your hips and guide you down the length of his cock just as your legs wrap around his waist. The muscles in your legs keep him in place making his cock throb again, you feel it bob against your walls.

"You have...no fucking idea...how much I've wanted this! Every time you got thrown in the air-" He lets out a shaky moan as he pulls you off his cock and slides you right back down. "Every... every time you giggled and flashed that perfect smile." Stan nuzzled into the crook of your neck while his hips begin to find the perfect rhythm. "Everything about you is perfect and I fucking hate it!"

Stan's little burst of irritation comes out from the way he begins picking up speed. You cling onto him as he continues piercing up into you, your arms wrapping around his neck to try as your back slides up and down against the wall. "Oh god Stan!"

"Listen to yourself. Calling my name like that, you drive me crazy! I'm not going to be able to stop. You gonna let me cum in you? I don't wanna stain that pretty uniform of yours." The way he's moaning out your name in between breaths makes your stomach do flips.

You can't find the strength to answer so you settle for nodding and moaning his name. He doesn't say anything else besides the occasional cursing and small grunts, so focused on bullying your insides. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until the knot starts to snap. Your walls grip his cock as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, your voice has gone hoarse from moaning and screaming his name. He feels his cock twitch when he sees you climax around him, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The way your mouth hangs open, lips slightly swollen from how hard you kissed him. The way your hair was out of place and the way your uniform was messed up from how hard he was thrusting into you.

"Fuck...I'm...I'm cumming." He groaned as he emptied himself inside you. Thick hot arousal shooting up and painting your insides, it made you whimper and squirm.

There was another moment of silence that fell over you two, it wasn't the heavy awkward one the Coach had left you in. It was almost comfortable by the way Stan was pressing soft kisses into your neck, his lips moving up to your jawline and to the corner of your mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair again trying to smooth it out instead of tugging.

"So....this certainly was one way to work out our problems..."

Stan hummed in response as he slowly pulled you off him, you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of loss again. As he pulls his pants and boxers up, he takes out the small towel he has tucked away in the pockets of his pants, and gently begins to clean your thighs. The action makes you smile a little, how one minute he could go from destroying you against a wall to treating you like some doll. When he sets you down his hands linger on your hips a little longer like he's trying to make sure you're alright enough to stand.

"Yeah...hey, I'm sorry. I'm not...good at confrontation and I shouldn't have got defense with you." His apology almost makes your heart break but at the same time it feels so warm.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my jealousy out on you. You didn't deserve that, it's not your fault." You fiddle with the material of his jersey, rolling it between your fingertips.

"Jealous? Why would you be jealous?" Stan asks completely dumbfounded by the idea.

"Because everyone always talks about you and your team! It's always how great you are, and everyone seems to like you!"

"Really? Because I always hear about how amazing you guys are. Every game the guys always feel better knowing that even if we lose you guys were cheering for us. I can't tell you how happy Butter's has been since you let him join the squad." He chuckles and goes to move a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Awh...that's so sweet." You look up at him with a little giggle and a smile, which he returns. "Now I feel all bad."

"Nah don't feel bad...I'm just glad we got this straightened out. I know it's a little backwards but...do you think I could take you out after the game tomorrow? Win or lose I just...kinda wanna spend more time with you." He gives you a sheepish smile and a small blush creeps across his face.

"Only if you don't mind me bitching." You joke back with a little hum, pushing yourself up against him.

"It'll go great with mine." He smirks back down at you and places a kiss on your lips.

Word travels fast around campus. When you both walked out of the gym smiling at each other neither teams could believe it. Even more so when next week you were walking around with Stan's jacket over your shoulders and your pinky wrapped around his. The star quarterback's last name written in big blocky letters on your back and your lipstick staining his cheek. Definitely not a normal way to start a relationship, but that was you and Stan's little secret.

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southparkhcsocs · 1 year

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If you take nsfw requests can you do the boys' first times? Ps Kyle and sophia look so cute together ❤

Here we go again, i do take nsfw requests but I can't obviously do al lot of drawing on tumblr

but maybe I'll find somewhere else to post nsfw drawing

All characters at aged up 18+

(Also sorry but i had to cut Kenny's short because of home troubles)

Stan Marsh

Do you have ANY idea how much porn this guy has watched.

definitely has no idea what he's doing

get's upset you would don't orgasm the first time

"are you ready?" he asks, his hot breath hitting your neck. You eagerly nod. he removes his fingers from your pussy and positions his cock by your entrance. rubbing himself between your slits finally slowly penetrating you. You can't help but gasp. " are you okay?" he asks looking at you worried. "y-yes~" He nods and gently starts trusting holding you close, his head buried in your neck, leaving his mark.

"you feel so good~" he whines, moving to kiss your lips, accidently banging into your teeth. "s-sorry" you both chuckle before he kisses you deeply. feeling his tongue inside your mouth. you claw into his back while whimpering each time he thrusts into you. keeps going until he finally pulls out to finish on your stomach.

"did you cum?" he asks, feeling proud. "uh... Nooo." you smile awkwardly. He looks like he's failed you. So you pull him for a cuddle and tell him to use his hand to finish you off.

Kyle Broflovski

This boy

HOOOOOH!

Lemme just say, he very much revolves pleasing you so his first time he was a bit selfish to say the least

He's in the middle of eating you when you ask. He looks up with wide eyes. Before you could say anything else he's already going through his bedside drawer getting a condom. You can't help but laugh at his eagerness. He huffing and puffing routing for his drawer looking frustrated. "i can't- I can't find a condom." he sighs defeatedly. "it's okay." you smiles. "i'm on the pill, just don't come inside of me." You kiss him.

he moves over you and quickly tries get pernitrate you but misses "WAOH!" you gasp in surprise. "s-sorry.." He lines himself up and carefully slides into you. he whines as he enters, it doesn't take long before he starts thrusting into you harder. Towering over you. Fuck, it's hot. He grabs one of your wrists and pins it above your head. going harder. "fu- Ky, sl-slow down~" He freezes. "S-sorry" He stays frozen. "d-don't stop!" Christ, you sound desperate. I guess you are.

He starts moving again, trying to go slower but it doesn't take long before he starts going at it harder again. you're whines are like a melody. Once he feels himself getting close he whips himself out of you and climes over to you head, face fucking you before releasing his load into your mouth.

Kenny McCormick

Kenny??

A virgin???

Shocking, I am shocked.

You absolutely did not believe him

"what I was waiting for the right person." He chuckles "and that happens to me." you ask, full of scepticism. He nods "do you want to or not." You giggle. "Kenneth McCormick, I would be honored."

He pulls the condom from his sweatpants and puts it on. He's pretty gentle being on top of you. Caressing your thighs and stomach before moving his hand to your pussy spreading one of the lips open. "someone's excited." he teases, you just roll your eyes while biting your lip. He moves himself closer, lining up to your soaked heat. Sliding inside of you. Gently thrusting, caressing you body. He puts his hand on you crotch and uses his thumb to circle your clit

with that and the thrusting it doesn't take long for you both to cum.

Eric Cartman

Submissive surprisingly.. For the first time anyway

you've done stuff before and he's always the one in control so his nervousness is different

he planned it out

like in detail

it doesn't go to what he planned though

You're making out on his bed, deeply, tongues intertwining. Its messy. He pulls away, a string of spit being the only connection to your lips. "d-do you -" he cringes at his stutter. "uh, want to do it?" you chuckle at his question, his anxious tone kinda turns you on. "i would love to." you reply, almost like you're smug. You don't quite know where your confidence has come from, this will be your first time too. He made sure before he asked you out.

"do you have a condom?" He nods, mouth slightly agape before reaching into his bedside draws pulling out the shiny blue wrapper. He awkwardly tries to open the packet, hands trembling he just can't seem to get it open. "give it here" you gently take it from his hands and rip it open. "lean back~" You ordered, pushing him back so he's leaning on his headboard. You place a kiss on his tip before rolling the condom onto his hardened member. he presses his lips closed as he feels your hand travel down his shaft.

You move closer to him kissing his cheek. "don't be nervous, Eric." You hover your dripping pussy over him, prodding yourself. His holds onto you waist gently squeezing in anticipation. you hold him in place as you start sitting on his cock. It's big, bigger than you were anticipating. "ffuck~" you whimper as he holds his moan in. "y-you're really big~" you whisper. It's not very comfortable and his not even all the way in.

You take a breath and move yourself down completely coving his member. He can't help but stare at you, his cock twitching inside of you causing you whine. "you're a perfect fit." he said it so quietly, you don't know if meant to or if he was getting shy. "w-what?" smirk, starting to tenderly grind on top of him. "ffuck, you're --!" He bites his lip, squeezing your waist tighter. He tries moving his hips in sync with you but it doesn't quite work, pushing you down harder. He's being sloppy trying to thrust himself. He doesn't last much longer.

He pants, arms flopping to the side of the bed. "oh, we're not done here." you leer. "we're just getting started."

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pheonixkenny · 4 months

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How do you think other characters would react if they found out about Kenny’s immortality? I kinda go back and forth on this. I have many different ideas on how they’d react depending on how I’m feeling or information I have or w/e. I’m not sure how they would react canonically but I have some of my own ideas. (Ideas listed under the cut.)

Kyle: Given that he was the only one to give him the benefit of the doubt when Kenny mentioned it in “Coon Vs Coon and Friends.” (“Ok, let’s say you’re not crazy and it’s true.”) He would be one of the best at handling it. He does still think it’s kinda cool, but he knows better now than to tell Kenny that. He’s the one who asks him the most questions. (Like, “What’s it like to die? What’s the afterlife like? Do you think you’ll live forever?, etc.) He does feel kinda guilty for not knowing/believing him earlier, thinking he’s a bad friend. He enters big brother protection mode (previously reserved for Ike) around Kenny afterwards to try and keep him from dying so much. Kenny cycles back and forth between being flattered and annoyed about this. He also becomes determined to break Kenny’s curse, researching everything he can about the cult of cthulhu and immortality. The guy has a full on conspiracy board about this within a week.

Cartman: I know a lot of people have the theory that he already knows, it’s a solid theory that holds up logically but I don’t personally believe it because Cartman would absolutely take advantage of Kenny’s little power for his own gain. Anyone else who finds out about it tries to keep it from Cartman for this very reason.

Butters: Butters is a sweetheart so he apologizes profusely and gives Kenny a hug when he finds out. He also hugs Kenny whenever he comes back from a death and tries to comfort him, with varying degrees of success. I also feel like Butters would just believe him without any proof. Given how many of Cartman’s schemes he’s fallen for over the years I think it’s safe to say that he’s pretty gullible. He will believe pretty much anything you tell him. It’s just in this case it happens to be true.

Tweek: I saw a headcanon on here that Tweek would also believe Kenny because, thanks to the Underpants Gnomes, he knows how frustrating it is not to be believed. I love that and am stealing it. He wouldn’t exactly handle the information well though, because that is WAY too much pressure.

Craig: Craig didn’t give a shit when fucking lasers came out of his eyes so it’s safe to say he doesn’t give a shit about this either. He’ll say a sarcastic remark about it once in a while, but that’s about it.

Stan: Hoo boy, Stan. I know that I just recently wrote a fanfiction where Stan is patient and understanding about the whole thing but I changed my mind. So, in “The Cissy” when people around him start experimenting with gender for various reasons Stan gets worried and confused. He reacts similarly during the Tweek and Craig/Yaoi situation in “Tweek x Craig”. And who could forget the time when he didn’t go visit Kenny in the hospital because he couldn’t deal with the situation? (I’m making him sound like a bad kid, he’s not, he’s just sensitive and doesn’t know how to handle some things in the best way.) So now I’m thinking that when he finds out he’ll have another Stan Marsh Existential Crisis (patent pending) and just kinda avoid Kenny for a while. That’s not a good way to handle it but he doesn’t know what else to do. He doesn’t know what to say to the guy. It feels like everything has changed between them. Kyle has to intervene and goes up to Stan like “dude, quit being an idiot and go talk to Kenny. He thinks you hate him now.” (Because I can’t imagine a world where Stan knows and Kyle doesn’t or vice versa.) And he feels bad because he never meant to give him that impression. He still likes him just as much as before, he just needed some time to process everything. So he takes Kyle’s advice and they talk things out. Kenny understands how the information can be a shock and Stan promises not to withdraw like that again when his friends need him. Eventually he gets used to it and it just becomes another quirk that one of his friends has. (Thinking of writing a fic about this scenario but, like I said, I already wrote a fic focusing on Stan and Kenny’s relationship. I should probably use one of my Kyle and Kenny fic ideas first.)

#this gets long and rambly I apologize #south park #kenny mccormick #immortal Kenny #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #butters stotch #tweek tweak #craig tucker

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angelicyouth · 1 year

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Saccharine

⇢ pairing: stan marsh x barista!reader

⇢ synopsis: ❝He didn't know why he kept coming (he's lying—he definitely does) and he didn't know why he kept fucking up with making himself look like a complete ass in front of her.❞

⇢ warning: sexual content

⇢ [AO3 link]

Stan Marsh is staring, unabashedly at that

And he knows he is.

It’s all the ravenette has been doing since the day that the guys spontaneously decided to set up their laptops and textbooks at the hole-in-the-wall coffee shop closest to their university’s campus. With midterm season quickly approaching, they were desperate to find a place that wasn’t crowded with other stressed out students and could seat all of them for some last minute studying (their group of childhood friends was pretty damn big—it also didn’t help that Cartman counted as three whole people, the fucking fatass).

Even when exams were over, the group began to frequent the place in between classes and nights after the clubs or bars when they needed to find a place that was open until the late hours of the night and could provide them some sort of nutrition to soak up the abundance of alcohol in their stomachs. It honestly seemed like the group single-handedly kept the business going as Butters absolutely adored the freshly baked confections prettily sitting behind the glass display case and even Tweek appreciated their house blend of coffee beans.

But today, Stan Marsh has come to the café on his own for the very first time.

He knows that he probably looks like a suspicious creep as he loiters in front of the glass windows adorning the front of the coffee shop, taking long drags from his cigarette in a desperate attempt to soothe his nerves before he can muster up the courage to walk in. It’s his second one (obviously, he’s been delaying like a damn coward) and not because he has social anxiety or a fear of public spaces when he’s alone, but because he can’t take his eyes off of a particular distraction that has greedily taken up his undivided attention these past few months.

You.

The mesmerizing way your slender hands confidently go through the familiar motions deeply ingrained in your body to create the most delicious beverages. The captivating expression on your face when you greet customers as the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the window gently caresses your face, further accentuating your soft features and the pretty pink of your lips whenever you smile.

The melodious lilt to your voice every time you part your plump lips, the corners of your mouth cutely quirking up as the cadence and intonation of your every word exudes a hypnotic effect to those listening. The enchanting way you seamlessly handle difficult customers, your patience and caring virtue creating a charisma that people can only spend years trying to learn and recreate.

However, it’s not the well-welcomed fact that Stan found you pretty fucking hot that has him constantly distracted (Okay, he’s fucking lying. It’s definitely partly due to this but it’s not the only reason). The ravenette is unable to concentrate whenever he’s within your immediate vicinity because of the endless stream of lollipops that you go through during your shifts.

You never waste any time after finishing a sucker before your hand reaches into the pocket of your apron to unwrap another, quickly replacing the lone stick in your mouth with whatever crystal-flavored sweetness got blindly picked. Whenever he’s occupying the establishment of your workplace with the guys, his body has become unwillingly conditioned to cast you a lingering glance whenever he hears the tell-tale sound of a wrapper being unwrapped.

When the bell dangling over his head happily chimes as he pushes the door open, he immediately regrets his solo visit when he clumsily trips over the welcome mat on the floor and barely manages to send a poor grandma flying. His heated cheeks quickly develop a vivid shade of red when all of the patrons of the café are not-so-subtly gawking at him for being a walking shit show on legs, his head lowered in complete embarrassment as he joins the line of waiting customers.

Looking up at the neatly written and aesthetic menu of the coffee shop, he can’t help when the skin between his eyebrows furrow in utter confusion. He knew English, yeah. But he didn’t drink coffee enough to know what every combination of letters meant, feeling as if he was trying to decipher the dead Latin language as his eyes painfully squinted.

He could’ve gotten a simple hot chocolate or a frappuccino but he didn’t want to give you a bad impression—that he was a grown man getting a caffeinated milkshake unless one of the guys were here to order it for him like they always did.

He wanted to impress you, damn it, he stubbornly thinks before his eyes shift and he sees you staring straight at him.

You’ve got an eyebrow quirked up even though the rest of your pretty face is devoid of any other emotion, your fingers loosely holding the stick of your lollipop. Your slicked lips wrap around the hard candy as you pop it out of your mouth, the action creating an almost obscene noise that causes Stan to nervously swallow in an effort to ignore the anxious bile that was rising up in his throat.

After languidly licking a long stripe against the vermillion-colored shell, your lips part to speak. “I said: what can I get for you today, sir?”

The ravenette’s mouth opens and closes repeatedly for a stuttered second, his mind panicking at the humiliation quickly flooding his entire body. “I–uh… I’ll have a caramel… Thingy.”

Stan internally screeches at how fucking stupid he sounds, his hands clenching into tight fists by his sides. Your hands automatically move to punch in the order as the teen opens his mouth to clarify, “I’ll have a grande or something.”

You lift an eyebrow again in a way that makes the ravenette feel so judged as the corner of your lips begin to quirk up in amusement, Stan hurriedly cutting you off before you can respond. “Oh fuck, was that right? Was it supposed to be a venti..?”

The front of your body leisurely leans against the counter separating the two of you in mirth, your elbows planted on the marble countertop as your palms caress your cheeks. “This isn’t a Harbucks, dude.”

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

He nervously laughs, quickly trying to correct his incorrect lingo. “Right! Right… Just get me a medium… Or something.”

“Name?” Your voice comes out in a lazy drawl, your eyes shining in amusement as you poise your hand ready in the air with a marker to write on the plastic cup belonging to your store.

“Uh. Tony! Yeah, Tony.” Stan winces, internally admonishing himself for panicking and giving a fake fucking name. He wonders why his mother ever let him out of the house if her son was this fucking dumb.

“Alright, Tony. Your drink will be ready at the pick-up counter. Have a nice day.” The ravenette’s brain lags more than it usually does when you brightly present him with a pretty smile, your pearly white teeth making an appearance.

And when your coworker has to call out the fake name almost ten times before Stan belatedly realizes that it's his order that’s been ready for a while now, he can’t help but to snicker when his eyes skim over your cute penmanship. The neat scrawl in black ink makes him smile to himself throughout his lectures for the rest of the day, his friends giving him weird looks whenever he laughs to himself.

Toe-knee :P

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

That was the first time Stan Marsh has ever dropped by the coffee shop alone before his afternoon classes. But the first time he visits by himself during the night, he’s running from the cops.

Ever since that admittedly embarrassing encounter, Stan grew increasingly greedy with making solo trips to the café before his classes just to catch sight of you. The few words you both exchange whenever he visits never fails to make him grin dopely like an idiot for the rest of the day (Kyle’s words, not his). The ravenette even began to prioritize seeing you even if he woke up late and wouldn’t get to his lecture in time if he dropped by beforehand.

It has also become a private joke between the two of you as he gives you a fake name that you purposely misspell every single time he orders, the ravenette trying something new from the menu whenever you two meet. Written alongside your doodles, some of his favorite ones were:

Caesar (Seezur)

Jerry (Jarie)

Michael (Mykole)

Christopher (Kristoefur)

Miles (Myals)

It’s already like a habit to take careful precaution when stepping over the welcome mat when he slips through the front door (there was a corner of it that didn’t lay completely flat) and weaves through the tables. He catches the moment you spot him and offers you an attractive smile of his own before his rushing form disappears into the gender neutral bathroom.

This is the image that greets you when you loudly kick open one of the doors of the three stalls inside the restroom, the ravenette uncomfortably curled in on himself as his feet stand above the closed toilet lid. You lean against the tiled wall of the restroom as he sends you an awkward smile before he realizes the situation.

“Wait—What the fuck! How’d you open the goddamn door?!” He yelps as his hands scramble to reach out and yank your form inside the small space with him.

“What the hell are you doing?” You quirk an eyebrow as you watch him slam the stall door shut, his hands trying futilely to properly lock the silver metal.

You roll your eyes at the painful attempts of the ravenette, shoving his protesting body aside when he repeatedly fails as you harshly kick the lock shut with your booted foot. “It’s fucked up. You have to force it for—”

Your words are cut off when Stan roughly pulls you onto his lap, your chests pressed against one another as he plants both of his feet against the flimsy door for extra precaution from the unreliable lock. “Cops are after me. My dumbass friends got caught tagging the subway so we all split up when we booked it.”

His voice is low as he explains, your body involuntarily shivering as the close proximity causes every word that leaves his mouth to lightly hit the shell of your ear. Muscular arms automatically wrap around your waist when you hear the bathroom door open, the sound of a staticky voice relaying information from a walkie talkie and alerting you both that the police were inside.

“Found one at the City Wok on 5th street—a larger teen with brown hair, over.” Stan rolls his eyes because of course Cartman's fat ass stopped by for some fucking food while running away from the goddamn police.

A smirk curves along your lips when a sly yet very bold idea pops up in your head, your arms lifting up to wrap around the broad shoulders of the worried teen. You allow a giggle to escape from your lips, the heightened sensation of warm air against his skin causing the ravenette underneath you to tense up.

Ever so slowly, you angle your face just a bit towards his and allow your lips to lightly skim along the side of his neck. His body shudders when you leisurely trail upward, your tongue escaping from the wet confines of your mouth to languidly lick along his ear as a sharp breath of air escapes from the parted lips of your loyal customer.

His larger hands tighten their grip around your waist in warning as the officers begin to check the empty stalls for their suspects, a mischievous smirk appearing on your face before you gently nibble on the lobe of his ear and around his earring. The chest against yours begins to quickly rise and fall at your heated ministrations as your fingers tug on the tousled locks of raven-colored hair on his head, your lips wetly mouthing along the length of his neck before suddenly biting down.

His body jolts before the quick suction of your mouth causes a breathy moan to slip out of his mouth, your tongue gently caressing the places of abuse as you create a trail of vivid reds and deep purples to blossom on the previously blank canvas. You find delight at the reaction you elicit as a giggle escapes your slightly parted lips, your breath deliciously hitting his slicked skin and prompting a cacophony of goosebumps from the sensation.

You can hear the cops knock on each stall door before they open them when you begin to ground your body against the slowly hardening member underneath you, forcing your mouth to continue with making a multitude of possessive marks so as to not make a sound. When the flimsy barrier behind you shakes from their fists coming into contact with the cool material, your hips don’t stop your rhythmic motions when you breathily answer.

“Occupied.” Sounding as wrecked as he was feeling, Stan’s fingers reach underneath the hem of your uniformed button-up so that his cool fingers could lightly skim against your bare sides.

“Sorry!” They politely call out before you hear their slowly disappearing footsteps tapping against the tiled floor of the bathroom as they finally exit.

As soon as the door behind them loudly shuts close, the air in your chest gets suddenly forced out when a ring-adorned hand roughly grabs onto your chin to force your lips against his. It’s controlling, dominating at every swipe of his tongue against yours and every harsh bite on your lower lip.

He has full control and he’s confident in himself as he forcefully orchestrates every soft mewl that escapes from your throat, his smirk delightedly pressed against your gasping mouth as your arousal desperately weeps at the heady actions of the usually clumsy teen. His hold over your face and your waist is firm, ironclad in its possessive grip over your squirming body.

“What happened, Princess?” The deep baritone of his voice beautifully mixes with his lust-induced huskiness as he teases you for your earlier bravado, a smug grin curving along his attractive face.

Your mouth opens to snarkily respond but your moment is forcefully stolen from you as he brings two of his longer fingers past the soft barriers of your slicked lips. Obediently sucking around his digits, he delves back to greedily indulge himself in your already bruised and numbed mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” You whimper around the filthy way he harshly sucks on your tongue, chasing your taste as a string of saliva connects the two of you when he parts from your lips.

You whine at the loss before he immediately silences you by placing a hot and heavy hand against the skin of your inner thighs from underneath your skirt, static shocks of pleasure erupting along the depths of your stomach as his fingers collect your steadily leaking arousal. A low yet throaty chuckle resounds from in between you, cutting through the both of your breaths mingling with one another as your lungs take desperate reprieve from your separation.

“You like that? You want more?”

You feel drunk in pleasure as you nod, a dense cloud of arousal overcast your bodies as the teen underneath you sensually rolls his thumb against the sensitive nub of nerves. The sound of you crying out is feverish and desperate, almost feeling surreal from the overwhelming sensations attacking you at once.

“What do you say?”

You’re desperate as you beg, “Please!”

“Good girl. Wish I could eat you out—bet you’d taste as good as you look, sound, and smell.” He mumbles against the length of your neck, the lewd sounds of his lips caressing your skin cutting through sharply in the air.

The intense assault from multiple places at once causes your head to spin, his larger hand pinching the nub of your nipple and massaging your chest while he teasingly circles the entrance of your aching heat. You feel unbearably overstimulated—sharply aware of every touch across your trembling body even though he hasn’t really done anything, yet.

“Need you around my cock. Can I, babe?” Stan punctuates every word with a thrust from the two fingers inside of you, your arousal clenching around the way he slowly drags them against your slicked walls.

You clumsily nod, your knees violently shaking in pleasure as he pushes away the thin fabric of your lace panties and teasingly drags his blunt head along your weeping folds. “Come on, pretty girl. I know you can take me.”

A sob gets stuck in your throat when you wail out loud, the ravenette fluidly pitching his hips forward until he’s fully burrowed in your tight heat. “Fuck, just look at you.”

Your moans are wet and broken, your walls deliciously stretched that you can barely breath before he begins to roughly thrust into you. It’s deep, almost too much as the sounds of your moans beautifully mix together in the quietness of the desolate room.

A larger hand grabs a handful of your silky locks from the base of your head, tugging you out of the solace of his sweat-sheened neck. “Focus on me, babe.”

You hold eye contact with him as he showers you in praise, your body desperately fighting to keep your eyes open every time they slowly flutter shut to keep hearing his words. “That’s it. Look at you—you look like you were made to take me.”

A hand caresses the side of your heated cheek when your head starts to dangerously loll to the side, tears rapidly leaking down the corners of your eyes as his thrusts become more erratic. It's too much.

You can’t focus. Can’t think—

The both of you moan in synchronized pleasure as you spasm around him, squeezing his length as the both of you reach your climax. His hands return to your waist, firmly holding you down so that you can take all of him as he releases inside of you.

You weakly collapse against his chest as you fall into his warm embrace, your head fuzzy as he places a soft kiss against your forehead. His hands are gentle as he pushes the stray locks of damp hair away from your face, lightly tucking them behind your ear as he mumbles heated praises against your lips.

It's quiet as the both of you come down from your highs, getting your breaths under control in the intimate space the two of you have blissfully created.

“My name is Stan. My actual name, for real this time.” A handsome smile curves against his attractive features, an overwhelming warmth coiling around your stomach at the soft expression and his low voice.

“Stan…” You smirk as your mouth sounds out his name, something to finally go with the face that you’ve been pining after for these past few months.

Your hands blindly reach into your apron, Stan watching as your hands tremble when you slowly unwrap a lollipop. Sticking it past your swollen lips, your tongue wraps around it before you pull it back out with a loud pop! sounding between you.

Pressing a kiss against the hard shell of the candy, you smirk against the flavored-crystal before placing it into the ravenette's willing one.

“Ready for round two?”

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #south park fanfiction #lalawrites

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cringelordofchaos · 5 days

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Disability + Queer headcanons for some South Park characters i like

(warning: u might not agree w everything i have to say !!! :shocked emoji:)

(also sorry if im inconsistent w some characters pronouns ill probably refer to a character with their canon pronouns in the show and then when i remember trans hcs of said characterr suddenly ill refer to the w different pronouns)

Craig Tucker

- gay (no fucking shit sherlock)

- level 1 autistic, low empathy, difficulties communicating and understanding emotions, yada yada u get the gist

- some form of anxiety? idk probs not to a disordered amount but its there.

Kenny McCormick

- Chronic pain (everywhere)

- Epilepsy

- dude LITERALLY got a seizure from simply playing a video game (in thepokemon episode) this dudes physical health is so bad prolly cuz his constant deaths still leave an impact on him even after he gets revived?

- autism !? (idk im not 100% sure just yet)

- selectively mute

- probably some form of (complex?) PTSD from the constant traumatizing deaths he endures though again like im not sure

- but yyeah ok i just remembered thispost is about disability AND queer hcs so uhm kenny. I like the genderqueer hcs but he could also just be really gnc and i love that for him too. either way likes women a lot and i cant exactly imagine him liking a dude? like idk maybe but nah i dont see it

Tweek Tweak

- im sorry but i personally dont view him as having adhd cuz his parents tell others hes hyperactive bc of it but really its because they keep drugging the fucking eight year old so idk. like idk he could possibly have it but i cant decipher cuz we dont know what tweek would be like if he wasnt drugged and a coffee addict at such a young age. and causes of symptoms matter

- but yeah he def has GAD and panic disorder bc of the drugged coffee

- oh also gay

eric cartman

- NPD (i know hes a really stereotypical and harmful portrayal of it and there should be better representation of it but theres no way he doesnt have it im sorry)

- sexuality and gender are whatever benefits him at the moment

(ok but if ur actually wondering abt my hc hes probably gay)(in extreme denial obviously though)

Butters Stotch

- has some form of disorder related to trauma and if he doesnt hell get one when he grows up because like dudes been through SOME FUCKING SHIT. (and he canonically falls asleep to and wakes up to the sounds of his own screams so like. uhm)

- seems like hes straight? like could be bi though idk. he DID have a crush on princess kenny though? take it as you will lmao

- SHIT i forgot about marjorine. yeah just like w kenny either genderqueer or gnc, love both hcs

- may i suggest aroace butters though

- or no sexuality butters (he doesnt have a sexuality :broke heart:)(dont aks me how that works it jst does)

Stan Marsh

- Major depressive disorder

- literal alcoholic at age 10 thats bound to mess him up for life one way or another

- canonically diagnosed with asperger's syndrome but it was his obvious depression being misdiagnosed

- bi but like only gay for specific chars. but yeah confused abt sexuality

- gender questioning too and its pretty canon as shown in 'the cissy'. though then again stans really empathetic so u could say stans confused feelings of gender identity were just being influenced by cartman and wendy recently telling the school theyre trans. idk WHICH way stans trans though and neither do they

- emo

kyle broflovski

- im gonna hes say asexual cuz of human kite's character chart thingy and also bc why not

- have got zero clue as to what his sexuality is like. im a style shipper (big surprise ik) so u might think i think he likes dudes but idk. ive never seen anyone hc him as aroace before but i think it could fit him. he does seem like he could just be cishet too. or maybe bi? ive also seen gay hcs of him. idk man i think multiple fit depending on how u interpret his character?

Tolkien Black

- his roleplay character chart thingy said ther character was gender neutral so im going w that hc

- likes girls (canon as shown in cartman finds love)

Bradly/Bradley (the one from the conversion therapy episode)

- gay (SHOCKER)(BIGASS SURPRISE)(

Timmy

- canon wheelchair user (whats the term again i forgor) and also intellectually disabled (but also there was one point where it was revealed he was actually a genius i think?? so maybe hes not intellectually disabled but rather he lacks the capacity to express or communicate his inner world? idk)

- timmy

thas all i got for now im too lazy to continue but yeah pls dont kill me for these

EDIT 11/JUNE/2024: forgot to say this but also kenny has more physical disabilities than listed and also Cartman is dyslexic in my hc

#sp #south park #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #eric cartman #nd #butters stotch #kyle broflovski #sp timmy #sp bradley #tokien black #tweek tweak #craig tucker

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spiderrmax · 1 year

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stan & kenny + a parental friend

request: Maybe Stan and Kenny (separate) with an older reader (I dunno, maybe a pair of years?) who loves to take care of them and makes sure they're safe and sound and alright and also loves to gift them little shiny things??? author's note: i love writing for stan. he deserves more love

Stan Marsh

Stan is not used to gentle caring

He knows his family cares because they feed him, and he hangs out with his friends enough to know he’s wanted there

But those relationships are intertwined with curses and aggressive behavior that he’s desensitized to.

However, you care for him in a softer way.

He really appreciates anything you do

Helping him with his homework without random condescending comments

Making sure he’s warm before he plays with his friends

Having bandages for when the roughhousing gets too rough

He looks up to you a lot!

He hopes to be like you in the future, softer and able to view the world in a nicer way.

Anything you give him is also greatly valued

Doesn’t understand why you give him the things you do, but respects them because he respects you.

Cartman broke something you gave him once, probably a toy or nick-nack; he ignored you for a week out of fear you’d yell at him for his carelessness

When he finally had the courage, he apologized so much.

You bought him a replacement later! It was all good.

Kenny Mccormick

Kenny, again, is also not used to your caring.

His brother and sister care for him, but due to their living conditions can only do so much.

He has only known you to give and to give.

While you were both in the same school building, you always packed extra food for him to bring home

You’ve helped sewn holes in his clothes, due to the fact he can't easily get a replacement

Whenever he gets hurt, he’d go to you first.

Trusts you enough to clean it properly and knows you won't yell at him for his carelessness

Got a little teary-eyed when you first bought him something

You saw, of course, and opened your arms as an offering for a hug.

It was probably the first, nice affection he had gotten in a long time.

Whenever he's down, he'd go to you because he knows you'll always give him a hug.

Doesn't care if the guy's make fun of him for it.

Like Stan, keeps literally everything you give him!

However, he doesn’t even risk showing the guys. He keeps it in that locked box he has in his room.

Again, he sees you as a role model.

He wants to provide for his siblings in the same way you provide for him!

Is less vocal with his appreciation for you, due to embarrassment, but makes sure you know how much he cares and admires you

#stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #south park x reader

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corporatefrog · 1 year

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╭₊˚ ๑︰Playing Mario Kart with Team Stan [headcannon + oneshot]

✧.* tags: college au

✧.* Characters: stan marsh, kenny mccormick, kyle broflovski, butters scotch

a/n: i love mario kart so much. I'm kind of awesome at it not to brag or anything (literally no lmaoo) I usually play luigi with the sports bike but I'd probably play dry bones if he was taken

masterlist

Kenny plays Dry Bones or Shy Guy

Kyle plays Toad or Luigi

Stan plays Yoshi or like the male villager

Butters plays Rosalina (ofc. She’s the best one fr) or fucking baby peach

“Butters why the fuck are you playing as baby peach. No one is playing peach. You can be regular peach.”

“But she’s just a lil fella going through the world!”

“SHE LEGALLY CANNOT DRIVE”

Yall make your own grand prix with electrodome, music park, maple treeway, and super bell subway (coconut mall if you’re playing the Wii version)

Loser of each grand prix switches out and you keep racking up points until the end of the night

LOTS of smack talk

Through the open window of the upstairs bedroom of the Marsh house on Tegridy Farms, a war brewed. The sounds flowing out the window stood in stark contrast to the peaceful night. A silent breeze rustled the budding cannabis plants, a soft movement that seemed to snap in the other direction as a wave of shouts pushed against the calm wind.

“Good to know Stan’s still in last place where he belongs”

“Well at least I’m not Kenny who needs an extra lightweight character to be farther than 6th”

Zooming into the room, a chaotic scene stood in stark contrast to the peaceful night. Various bags of chips scattered Cheeto and Dorito crumbs across the ground to be pulverized into the rug by sock covered feet. A hand pushed aside one of the bags, sending another wave of crumbs onto the ground as they reached for a can of soda.

Kenny lifted the can to his lips. He drank with one hand angled to the side of his face to keep his eyes on the television screen. Finishing the drink with a loud sigh, he returned the drink to the ground to refocus his attention on the game. And on shit talking Stan.

“Sorry I don’t listen to people who still drink Svedka.” He remarked, leaning his shoulder to the side as the cart with Dry Bones drifted around a corner. The trial of the cart sparked orange then purple as the speed boost charged. Dry Bones shot forward once the curve ended and pulled ahead of the NPC Bowser kart.

“That’s rich coming from someone who chugged a week old borg with mountain dew and pinot.” Stan retorted.

I gasped from my spot on the bed, attention breaking slightly to give Kenny a disgusted look, “Ew dude! Why the fuck did you do that?” I asked despite knowing the answer. There’s only one person who would make Kenny do something stupid like that. The one person who hasn’t been invited to the monthly Mario Kart tournaments in years because he’s a stupid idiot bozo.

“Cartman bet me $50 I couldn’t do it without puking-” Kenny’s response shifted tone as a red shell sent his cart flying off the end of the track “HEY WHAT THE FUCK KYLE! I WAS ALMOST WINNING!” He shouted as the perpetrator snickered on the floor.

“Yeah, because 4th place is winning- god dammit!” Kyle cursed as his own cart slipped on a banana peel. My character threw a fist in the air to cheer the successful sabotage.

“I really don’t know why you guys care so much about what place you get,” I mused as my kart pulled across the finish line, the large 1st Place symbol in the corner of my screen announcing the victory, “You’ll never be able to beat a god anyway.” A comical evil laugh boomed from my mouth, my arms raising to the sky as though calling upon the heavens to thank for my continuous win streak.

Butters jumped up from the beanbag to add another 15 points to my total bringing it to a strong 45 after I’d won the two races prior.

“I literally sent three blue shells at you. How the fuck did you still win?” Stan complained as he fell back against the bed, control dangling loosely from the wrist strap wrapped around his hand.

Butters jumped in with a finger raised, “Oh well that’s because they look on the reddit forums during our philosophy class-” I leapt from my spot, rushing to reach Butters before he revealed my secret. My hand covered his mouth as I gave him a pointed ‘don’t you even think about it’ look.

Turning back to the group with a shaky laugh, I waved off what Butters had almost said. “A Mario Kart god never reveals their secrets. Can’t have the mortals trying techniques they can’t master.” I gave Butters a pat on the shoulder, adding a warning squeeze before returning to my remote. Love the guy but he’s going to be the death of me one day, I swear.

“Yeah, yeah” Kenny rolled his eyes, “I was just warming up anyway.” He stretched his arms above his head with an over exaggerated yawn. Grabbing his remote in one hand and a soda can in the other, he readied himself for the final race of the first round.

“Okay? Then get better already? I’m hoping for a little bit of competition this time. Stan might even beat you if you keep racing like shit.” I snapped back at him with a wicked grin. A middle finger pointed my way came from Stan alongside some grumbled comebacks that weren’t loud enough to be heard.

We all readed ourselves for the final tack, hearts racing in sync as the counter ticked down

3…

I hovered my finger over the accelerator. Not yet.

2…

Four fingers simultaneously pushed down on the controller as wheels spun in place on the screen.

1…

Butters gripped the whiteboard marker in his seat, falling victim to the infectious adrenaline of the room.

GO!

And we were off.

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hey!! i saw that ur writing reqs were open and i was wondering if u could write (platonic) hcs of the main 4 finding out their friend, reader, is trans ftm?

++reader transitioned before meeting the main 4 and is afraid of revealing it to them, worried that their relationship as friends might change somehow or they might not even see him as a guy anymore

take your time!! i love ur writing btw !!!!!!

sp main 4 finding out reader is trans ftm

A/N: thank you so much!!! i can do a mtf or nb vers for anyone who wants it :) i'm sorry if anything is offensive or anything!!!

TRIGGER WARNING: some transphobia on cartmans part (i know this sounds bad but jsut read it😭) and probably some talk about dingalings and hoohas (very briefly)

stan marsh

he's curious about it!! like he'll ask a bunch of questions about how you found out and what it means and stuff

he honestly probably doesn't know a lot about it before u explain it to him. like he knows people are transgender but he never learned about gender dysphoria or why people transition

he might ask a few,, personal questions. he genuinely doesn't mean to be rude or weird he's just curious !! will stop and apologize if you are uncomfortable

"seriously, you don't look like you were born a girl. i never would've been able to tell."

it might make him question his own gender??? like he might talk to you about it sometimes and he explains it as 'not really feeling like either a boy or a girl'

other than that he doesn't really care, like he doesn't treat you any differently. honestly he probably forgets it if anything😭😭 like in the T.M.I. episode he asks why you aren't lining up to get ur wiener measured and then he's like oh yeah oops i forgot💀

kyle broflovski

"oh. really? like, actually? huh."

he's honestly just confused as you've never said anything about it before. he might ask why you didn't tell him but when you explain he understands and tells you he wouldn't view you differently no matter what

"i mean, i think it's stupid that some people deliberately go out of their way to misgender people. like, you've been a boy and i've always seen you as a boy, so why would i purposefully make you feel bad? that's just stupid!"

he appreciates if you teach him a bit more about it, 'cause he doesn't know a whole lot

i feel like he'd purposefully do more,, boyish things with you???? like he invites you to play football or play video games more or like idk. do boy things.

he doesn't do it to single you out, he just really wants to make sure you feel like you fit in with the rest of the guys, so he's always inviting you to meetings with the dudes and treating you like a brother

eric cartman

i feel like there are a lot of different ways this could go, but mainly i feel like he's never actually going to view you as a girl?? if that makes sense

like he'll make fun of you and probably tease you (similar the whole sand in kyles vagina thing and calling him ms. broflovski and shit yk??) but no matter how much he tries to crack transphobic jokes he still sees you as a guy

he honestly might be a little uncomfortable at first because he feels like you're 'a spy for the girls'. but he quickly gets a stern talking-to from kyle and at least doesn't voice that opinion anymore

either way as much as he hates it he still sees you as a dude, if anything it just makes him uncomfortable to think about ur (or anyones) sex so he just goes with the flow. literally dress up as anything and he'll treat you like it. he doesn't want to put that much effort into caring

so yeah he makes fun of you and misgenders you but not in a genuine way. he can try but he still views u as one of the guys so he just accepts it and moves on. again he doesn't care enough to dwell on it

kenny mccormick

he might ask a few questions like stan but he genuinely on god fr doesn't care. it literally does not affect his view on you at all

he doesn't necessarily fully understand what being trans means but he doesn't really need to to understand that u are what u are. like if ur happy being a dude then be a dude he doesn't get what's so hard to grasp for some people

kenny isn't really one for labels. he also hasn't really explored his gender and stuff and honestly?? he doesn't plan on it. it just doesn't matter to him, he's fine with just living his life (when he's actually alive and living it)

even if he does have a few erm personal questions he keeps them to himself. he knows it could be a touchy subject and he really just thinks that whatever you were born as isn't any of his business

he will defend u whenever you face harassment from certain people, like he honestly just tells them that it's not their business and to fuck off. he mostly jumps in because he knows it probably hurts to hear stuff like that and tries to tell you that it doesn't matter what other people think, all that matters is that ur happy in your skin :)

#south park #sp x reader #south park x reader #platonic sp x reader #south park x platonic reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #sp headcanons #sp fandom #pineappleciders

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pairing: stan marsh & best friend!reader

synopsis: wendy left poor STAN MARSH for the official and final time, and he was devastated about it. depression hit him like a bus, until by some miracle, you showed up, and practically saved his life. a friend like you was just what stan had needed for quite a while, but what if he wanted more?

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warning(s): depression, of prns she/her, fem!reader, swearing, slight mentions of misogyny, jealousy, mutual pining, angst, blood, vomiting, alcoholism

YOU HAD sent Stan one message since that morning’s incident. At first, he didn’t want to check it at all, just seeing your contact name on his phone made his heart ache. Although, after about five minutes, he finally clicked on the notification.

𝗁𝖾𝗒𝗒𝗒𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇! 𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽? 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗆𝖺𝗇!

1:11 𝖯𝖬

Stan stared blankly at his phone for quite a while. Why would you still wanna hang out with him after he, quoting your own words, “ghosted you since you moved”? It didn’t help that you were the girl that Cartman created a fake chat with to mess with Wendy’s head. It was Stan’s mistake for thinking it was good idea to not have a password for his phone and leaving it out in the open for anyone to take. He typed, deleted, and retyped many messages to reply to yours, some more passive aggressive than others while some just sounded straight pitiful. Stan settled with a casual response.

𝗇𝖺𝗁. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 4?

2:48 𝖯𝖬

You replied instantly.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍! 😊 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 ❤

2:48 𝖯𝖬

Stan tilted his head to the side and raised his brow. He wondered why you added a heart at the end of your text. Were you lowkey trying to flirt with him? He waved the thought away and turned his phone face down on his desk. He stretched in his chair, a loud and somewhat dramatic yawn filled the silence in his room.

His back slouched as he opened a tab to check his grades. There were already over twenty untouched tabs open, but Stan didn't bother to close them. Once he logged in, he clicked on the icon called "Gradebook". The thing that was revealed to him was quite pathetic. He was failing most of his classes, with Baseball and Spanish being the only exceptions. What's worse is that they weren't "barely passing" grades, they were full blown bombing. He literally had a twenty-eight in Algebra.

Stan bit hard into the right side of his cheek while quickly closing out the tab. "Shit…" He muttered; his fingers ran anxiously through the dark roots of his hair. Stan had been skipping a few classes over the school year, some just involving him being knocked out in the corner of the classroom while others were him spending time drinking alone. Even before Wendy permanently broke up with him, joy and motivation lacked heavily in Stan's life.

Stan couldn't remember how many times he had told himself, "Ah, I'll do it later." He had over thirty missing assignments across all of his courses. It was just so hard to even think about sitting at his desk to try and catch up on his work. Pulling out the paper is one thing, but actually being able to process what's on it is a completely different thing. He was just glad to have a friend as smart as Kyle Broflovski.

Kyle and Stan would FaceTime each other often over school related things, Kyle always impatiently saying, "What is it this time, Marsh?" Stan knew at some point Kyle would stop saving his ass, but again, he was happy to know that one person hadn't given up on him yet. The consequences of his actions, or lack thereof, would come crawling to bite him back in the ass eventually.

Stan grabbed his phone off his desk and slid onto his mattress with little to no interest. He didn't have any social media, only a few pointless mobile games and an app to help track how long you've been sober, which he hasn't used since summer of last year. Out of curiosity, he clicked on the icon. When the app opened, the words "Congratulations! You are 3 months sober!" welcomed him with huge, bold letters. Underneath that text in tinier font read, "Last logged on June 16th." That alone made Stan want to hurl. He gripped on his stomach, swallowing hard to force down the vomit threatening to escape his throat.

He remembered exactly why he downloaded that app. He and Wendy had gotten into an argument over his drinking, of course. Just to make her happy he downloaded the app, promising her that would actually try and use it.

He desperately wanted to change, for Wendy. But he couldn't. After three months, the craving had taken control of his actions. In the middle of night, while Wendy was sound asleep beside him in his own bed, Stan had ran down the stairs, dragging out every bit of alcohol that his parents stored in the fridge. He chugged all of it down until he felt sick. He had painfully thrown up all night.

Stan had come to realize that so many people have tried to fix him, but not ever had he tried to fix himself. "Maybe I'm just beyond fixing." Stan exclaimed, laughing weakly. He rested his phone on his chest and closed his eyes. Taking in a deep breath, he thought to himself, "Sometimes I wonder why anyone puts up with me." Soon, a gentle knock tapped against his door. "Hey, sweetie… Can you please open the door, your father and I would like to talk to you." The bridge of Stan's nose wrinkled as he stared at nothing in particular. With furrowed brows, he slurred, "Yeah, in a sec Mom."

He lazily dragged himself off his bed and trudged toward his room's door. With a meek turn of it's handle, the door creaked open, revealing two very disconcerted looking parents. Sharon and Randy just stared at Stan with eyes filled with worry. Stan raised a brow, "What is it? You said you wanted to talk to me about something." Sharon opened her mouth to speak, but she paused, not being able to find the right words.

Randy took the lead and made a hesitant step into Stan's room, "It's about your grades—" Stan frowned deeply. He knew this was coming. Then Randy quickly shook his head, re-wording himself. "No, this is about you." Sharon had finally joined in with her husband, the two hand-in-hand. They made some sort of weary eye contact before Randy had a shaky sigh. "Something's going on with you, son. We're worried about you, Stanley."

He wanted to tell them, he really did. But lying was just so much easier. He put on his best fake smile and chuckled, "What? Everything's okay with me, Mom and Dad." Sharon crossed her arms in disbelief. "Are you sure? That 'Wendy' girl seemed to make you happier than I've seen you in a while." Stan tried to form another narrative, but his father was not buying it. "Oh come on, Stan. Your grades have been slipping even before the two of you broke up. There has to be more going on under the surface."

Sharon gently placed a hand on Stan's shoulder. "Do you want to go back to rehab, my love?" Stan cringed very hard at the thought. He quickly turned away from his parents. "I already told you, nothing's wrong with me. You can go now." Stan's voice raised. The room then went deadly silent. In the corner of his eye, Stan could see his father grip the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Fine. But please try and actually do your work." Randy said, a sting in his tone. Stan's parents quietly left his room, his mother closing the door behind her. Stan slowly fell on his back, yet again staring at his ceiling.

ㅤ

"He's so fucking stubburn!"

"Randy, you know for a fact that he's in a hard place right now. Wendy meant the world to him!"

"That dumbass girl was never the problem, he's been like this since he was eight! He's been the problem since day one!"

"You're not gonna seriously look at me in my face and tell me that you didn't introduce him to that horrible monster of a drug! All it's ever done is ruin this fucking family, and it hasn’t gotten any better, it's gotten worse!"

ㅤ

His parents' loud screams were subdued to the sound of the familiar tune of FaceTime. Stan checked his phone to see who was trying to call him. The contact name said "#1 bestest homie🍀", who was Kyle. He answered within the third beep. "Hey." Stan muttered dryly. He could subtly hear the shuffling of some kind of equipment, but Kyle was behind a plain old white wall. "What's up, Stan? You look kinda… miserable. Is right now a bad time?" Stan shook his head and shifted his weight onto his stomach, "Nah, you're fine, dude. I'm just tired. What's all that noise in the background?"

Kyle's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth flew agape in shock. "Do you seriously not remember, Stan?" Stan looked around his bedroom awkwardly. "Wha– What are you talking about? What am I supposed to remember?" Kyle aggressively face-palmed, shaking his head. Stan was dumbfounded. Kyle scowled at him. "We have a show Sunday night, jackass! How'd you forget? We've been planning for this for months now!" Stan slowly placed his hand on his forehead. 'You have got to be shitting me right now…'

Kyle raised a sharp eyebrow at Stan, somehow making Stan flinch a bit. "I was calling you to see if you were ready to rehearse, but you seem to have your mind elsewhere." Impulsively, Stan spat back, "So you're telling me that I didn't see what happened that day?" Kyle's pupils dilated with frustration. "Stan, nobody's saying you did or didn't see anything. Plus, I was trying to be there for you then. The only person you should truly be throwing shade at is that dickhead, Cartman." He hissed.

Stan sat up quickly and sighed. "God, I know man. I'm sorry, it just slipped out. The whole (Name) and Wendy thing has been keeping my head spinnin'." Kyle frowned sympathetically, his thick ginger brows furrowed on his distressed face. "It's okay, you don't have to come if you're not ready, Stan." Stan looked away from the camera for a second and bit his lip. "What is it, dude?" Kyle asked, the camera angle shifted toward what looked like a door.

"Well…" Stan was a little embarrassed to say it, but he swallowed his pride. "Speaking of (Name), she kinda… y'know–" He cleared his throat, his friend patiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. "She… she asked to hang out. Alone." Kyle chuckled, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "I think that's called a date, Stan." Stan's cheeks quickly flushed as he practically yelled defensively, "She didn't– Well, she did technically call it that, but that's not the point!"

Kyle rolled his eyes playfully. "What about you invite (Name) to our concert on Sunday? I bet she'd love to come!" He winked. Stan contemplated the decision. "Maybe…" He hummed, brain gears turning. "Yeah, sure! I'll get her front row tickets and everything! You're a genius, Kyle!" Kyle smiled. "That means you're going to practice, right?" Stan gave one quick nod of his head. "Great, see you then, Stan. Good luck."

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