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shhh-secret-time · 5 months

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Hi hi!

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader x Kenny

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"Come on..."

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

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

Sh-nk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God damn it Toolshed!"

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

"Dude!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Safety goggles."

"Whatever."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please!"

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

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

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

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

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

"I think our girl's asleep."

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

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

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

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

"Hell yeah!"

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he4rts4alexis · 10 months

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Happy birthday

Pairing: south park x Fem reader

Warning : bondage , choking , and blindfold .

I woke up all groggy . Then I remembered it's my birthday . I look at my boyfriend's spot , and he's not there . Where did he go ? I was about to get up when he walked through the door .

" Good morning , birthday girl . " He's holding a tray with food on it . It was my favorite breakfast . Eggs and toast . There's a heart - shaped bit of butter to spread on my toast . He also got me a glass of orange juice . He puts the tray on the bed in front of me

" Thank you , my love . " I grab the tray and start

eating my food.

"How is it, princess?"

"Good." I finish my food and get ready for the day. I do my hair and put some cute clothes on. My boyfriend, who had walked out to take care of my tray, walked back in.

"Hey darling, I have some plans, and I need you to be out of the house. So you go out with the girls or go get your nails or hair done or whatever you want."

"So I could take some of my girls to get our nails done, and you'd be ok with that?"He nods. "Well then, I'll get going so you can get on with your plan." I get up and get my purse, keys, and phone. I give him a kiss and say bye and head out to the car. Before I start driving anywhere, I text two of my girls and ask if they want to get their nails done and go to the mall. After both of them say yes, I drive to pick them up. I got to one of their houses since they were spending the night. I watch them walk out of the house and get in the car. "Hey girls." I say. "Hey." They both say waving. one friend.

"I think you should get baby blue acrylic

nails." I nod, and we walk over to check in.

"Hi, I would like to pay for three manicures today." I say.

"Ok, and what kind of nails are we doing?"

The clerk says. "We all want acrylic nails." I respond.

"Alright, that'll be $150." I hand him the money, and he shows us what desks we sit at. We are all close together. Our nail techs do our nails, and we sit there and talk. Once we are all done, since I already paid, we get up and leave.

"Your guys' nails look so good." I told my friends. I put my car into drive and head to the mall. Once we get to the mall, I park, and we all walk inside.

"Ok, what store should we look at first?" I ask. "Victoria secret." One of my friends suggest. I shake my head no.

"Girl, you've got to treat yourself right

sometimes."

"Fine." I sigh, and we head to Victoria Secret Once we get there, my friends are having me try on different lingerie pieces. After trying what feels like hundreds of pieces on my friends found a set they really liked, and we left the store.

"Alright, so where are we going now?" My friends picked a few more stores before my boyfriend texted me that he was ready for me to come back home."Hey guys, my boyfriend just texted me that he's ready for me to come back home." I say to

them. "What do you guys have planned?" My friend

wiggles her eyebrows.

"I don't know he wanted to plan everything. I was left out." We walk out of the mall and to my car. I drop my friends off at their houses and head back to my place. I walk in the door, and I see him standing there.

"Hey babe." I say. "Hey, love. Are you ready to see your birthday surprise?" He asks

"Yes, I am." He leads me to our bedroom where there's candles lit and rose petals on the floor.

"Do you like it?" He asks.

"Yes!" I say.

"Good." He grabs me and pins me to the wall as we make out. The more we make out, the more desperate we get. I start taking his shirt off, and he takes mine off. He slips off my pants and puts me on the bed.

"Well, since it's your birthday, we're going to experiment with some kinks of yours." I feel butterflies.

"First, I'm going to tie you down. Then you're going to be blindfolded. I'm also gonna give you a new necklace." I get butterflies again. "Does that sound good, darling?" He asks. I nod too flustered to speak. He grabs rope and ties my hands and legs to the bed frame. Then he puts the blindfold on me."How do you feel, my love?" He asks. "I feel good." I answer. He then pulls my underwear down and slips in a finger. He starts fingering me fast. I can't tell if it's because I've been so busy or if it's the blindfold, but the pleasure feels way better than usual. I moan.

"There you go, baby. Make noise for me." He says. He fingers me faster. "I'm close." I moan out.

"Cum for me love." He says. I cum. I hear him

licking my cum off his fingers.

"You taste good, princess." I'm laying there for a little bit until I feel him slip in me. "Oh god." The feeling of him slipping in is just as good as him railing me. He starts thrusting into me, and then I feel his hand on my

throat. He squeezes just a bit so I don't pass

out from lack of oxygen. He keeps thrusting

into me, hitting my g-spot every time.

"I'm gonna cum again." I say. "Not yet darling." He says. He keeps thrusting into me, getting sloppier and sloppier each time.

"Now, baby." We both cum at the same time.

He takes the blindfold off.

"We're not done just yet. I just want to see those pretty little eyes roll back with pleasure." He cleans me up a bit before slipping back in. He thrusts into me again and again, also hitting my g-spot this time. "God I'm going to cum again." "Already my darling?" I nod. "Now, baby." We both cum at the same time. He takes the blindfold off.

"Already my darling?" I nod.

"Then cum for me." I cum as soon as he gets the words out of his mouth. I can tell he's close.

"Cum." I whisper in his ear. That was enough to send him over the edge and cum. He gets up and leaves. He comes back with something else to clean me up with.

"You did such a good job, darling." He says "Thank you." He cleans me up. We cuddle and fall asleep with each other. Man, this was a great birthday.

This really isn't a part 2 it's just smut but anyways

@thiscrying

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Y O U + M E |Pt 3|

A LOT OF WARNINGS WITH THIS ONE!!!! ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS AND IN HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE!! Loosely based on the Netflix show YOU, if y'all have seen it,,, then you know what Kenny's gonna do. If you haven't seen it,,, strap yourselves in, it's a lot!! Yandre Kenny, strong language, sexual content, violence, mentions of blood, gore, stalking, obsession and narcissistic thinking, so please beware!! I warned y'all!!

ALSO!!! A lot of this fic is written as Kenny's internal monologue and from his perspective so bare that in mind!!

Spring break. The literal bane of my existence. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love parties, I've taken more drugs than most people I know, excluding my parents of course, but Spring Break in the US was known for crazy parties, girls half naked in bikinis, guys chugging 2% alcohol content beers thinking that they're the shit, and copious amounts of drugs.

I don't care about any of that though, no, not at all, which you may be extremely shocked to hear, the only thing I cared about was, what were you doing for spring break?

Were you going to any parties? Were you meeting any friends, old or new? Were you planning to show yourself off in a tiny bikini, not that I'm complaining, but I'd rather see you like that alone, without other men's wondering eyes glaring at you as if you're a piece of meat. I can promise you y/n, that would not end well for anyone involved.

I had texted you this morning, like we do every morning. We fucked but after that it felt like we drifted apart. Or rather, you drifted from me. So here I sit, in my bathroom, cock in hand with my face buried in your used panties that I'd stolen from a while back, I assumed you didn't miss them much, and anyway, they were currently in use.

I'd give anything for another taste, your lips were soft, plumped, and oh so red from how aggressive I can be, your h/c cascaded perfectly down your back, and your breasts.

"Fuck." I knew thinking about you like this would make me cum faster, and that's exactly what I wanted, for reasons you'll find out soon enough.

Your pierced nipples and how perfectly shaped they were, your ass was round and perfect for slapping when you needed taught a lesson. Your hips were perfect for gripping, and oh how I'd grip your hips and fuck myself deeper and deeper and shit.

And just like that, here I am, hand covered in my own jizz, cock twitching between my legs and your panties still in my hand.

I have a box, I keep it under lock and key behind my wardrobe, just some little souvenirs, your panties, some nude Polaroids I'd found of you in your bedroom. Oh yeah, and one of Clyde's teeth. Just to remember him by.

You see, although we weren't dating, that didn't mean that you weren't in need of protection, you see, I'd overheard Clyde chatting to Jimmy about how he was thinking of asking you on a date. Now, I've known Clyde for a long time, he uses women like they're nothing, fucks 'em, leaves 'em.

What did you expect me to do? I mean, I did this for you! He was going to take advantage of your kindness and use you for his own sexual gratification and desires and then throw you away like you're worthless, and you are far from worthless. I'd kiss your feet as you walked the earth if you'd let me, oh how I'd worship you, like you deserve to be.

It wasn't too hard to kill Clyde, you see, when you've been known as a fuck boy before, which I unfortunately have been, other fuck boys, they tend to trust you more. So Clyde was pretty easy to reel in. I told him the truth, how I was working on an English project with you and I fucked you in your bedroom, and Clyde was all over that shit like a dog on heat. He was so focussed on what he was planning to text to you, obviously with my keen eye proof reading it for him, he was too distracted to notice me coming behind him with a brick. He only realised just as it was too late, sorry dude, your skull's caved in.

We needn't worry about the details of where his body is, let's just say... I've taken care of it. And tonight was our date, and also the first night of spring break, I would ask you what you were up to, and of course I wouldn't demand to come, unless you chose to invite me, no, I would just hang out in background, you won't even notice that I'm there. And I dare anyone to try anything, they would be dead men walking.

It didn't take long for the time of our date to roll around, and I stood on your doorstep, politely knocking on your door a few times, before smiling as the door cracked open.

You were breathtaking. I'd worked my ass off at City Wok to be able to afford to take you out to dinner, and my god, no food could ever look as delicious as you looked right now. Your tits, your hips, your ass, your legs, your hair, your face, everything! We were destined to be together, and when you smiled back at me I swore my heart swole in my chest.

"Hey, Kenny. You ready to go?" You asked, pulling your leather jacket on over your short, black dress that was showing off way too much cleavage for me to control myself for the entire evening, god I'd take you right here right now if I could.

"I was born ready, baby. I got these for you." I replied, bowing to you and holding out a small bouquet of flowers, your hand clutching your chest, and a gasp leaving your red stained lips.

"They're beautiful, Ken! Oh you shouldn't have! I'll just go get these into a vase, please come in." You spoke like an angel, and who was I to say no to an invitation into your home?

"I wanted to. I really do mean what I said last time, I've had my eye on you from you moved here, y/n, and you're different than those other girls, you're special, I can tell." You cheeks were flushed which meant that my charm was working. You'd be mine soon, and as much as I wanted to show you off to the world, I also wanted to hide you from it, so no one would dare to try and steal what's rightfully mine, or they'd end up like Clyde. Buried in the middle of fuck knows where.

"Had your eye on me? Not a little stalker are you, McCormick?" You joked, and I hoped it was a joke, you were laughing and so was I, so that was a good sign.

"Not at all! I mean, how could my eyes not go to you when you walk past me? I mean, look at you!" And slinging my arms round your hips would surely make you see that I was nothing but a pure gentleman.

"You're such a flirt, Kenny." God the way you looked at me, it was no surprise that to me that you'd stolen my heart, god the things I would do to you, the things I would do for you, oh they were criminal, but in this moment as I stood staring into your perfect e/c eyes, I couldn't care if my crimes caught up with me, I mean, getting away with it would be easy, trust me, I'm not that stupid.

Around two hours had passed and so far, our date seemed to be going perfectly, you were laughing at my jokes, I flirted, and you flirted right back, you'd told me about a huge spring break party at Tolken's house, you'd asked me to be your plus one, of course I'd gratefully accept, I needed to keep you safe, you even took my hand within your own when we were leaving the restaurant, my plan was working a charm, and you'd invited me in to your house for a quick night cap, no doubt I'd be staying the night.

And when you led me to your bedroom wearing nothing but some skimpy lingerie, I knew that your panties that were in my safe would be getting a much needed night off from being pressed against my face.

You were on top of me, grinding on me, fuck you were so needy, and my cock was growing by the second, I couldn't help but groan and pull your hips down against my own.

I'd swapped the positions, and now you lay beneath me, I'd left dozens of hickeys all over your neck, your breasts, your stomach, thighs, and now I was going to taste your sweet cunt again, god I couldn't wait, it had been too long from I'd tasted you, had my tongue inside you, claiming your insides, god I was starved, and I couldn't wait any longer, and just as I pressed a closed mouth kiss against your parted lips, your fucking phone rang.

"Ignore it. Don't answer." I ordered, my tongue lapping up your wetness, a moan coming from your lips as your phone started ringing again, and of course, being the kind person that you are, you answered.

And this couldn't have been a worse time, your face was worried, and you moved my head from where I wanted desperately to be for the past week, it was your mother.

Drug overdose, she was in hospital and you had to be there to take care of her, not that she ever did the same for you. No, you'd told me previously that our lives were similar in a lot of ways, and that's where my need to protect you came from. You were like a delicate flower awaiting to bloom, but others put you in the dark, stopped you ever from doing so, from ever reaching your full potential, but I was here now. I was going to care for you, I'd put you in the sun and give you all the love and support I could, the perfect partner, a soul mate some may say.

And as you hurried to pull your sweatpants and T-shirt on to your small frame, tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you gave me a hug, whispering sweet apologies, and I offered to come with you, which you declined. And I understood why, I hated people meeting my parents, seeing my sorry excuse of a home, fitted with built in meth lab in the garden. You were embarrassed, ashamed of your drug addict mother, and I felt that pain, I knew it personally. I was strong enough to deal with it, but you darling, you're too fragile, far too good to be feeling that way, and by god would I protect you from anything.

I'm so sorry to say this baby, your mother will never get clean, she's never been clean your entire life, it truly is a miracle that she's lasted this long. I'd be doing you and everyone else a favour. You'd told me this wasn't the first overdose she'd had, and every one made you feel the same way, like you were the parent, like you were at fault, you didn't keep an attentive enough eye on her, the pain you were feeling was soul destroying, not just for you, but for me too! How dare that woman who brought you into this world make you feel so awful, how dare she cause you pain and misery, if she died it would mean she couldn't cause any more of that, sure you'd be sad, but you'd realise in time that life was better without having to worry every time you left the house if you would come back to your mother, her skin blue and covered in her own vomit, which she choked on in her drug idled state.

And I would care for you, I'd be your shoulder to cry on, your support network, your lover and your boyfriend all tied into one, the whole package, you'd fall straight into my lap and I swear, I'd never ever let you go.

I'm sorry hunny, but your mother needs to be dealt with, and it would be easier than you'd think, one bad batch could wipe out hundreds of drug addicts, and besides, it's not as if I'd never used this method before. My parents died of an 'overdose', well, at least that's what the coroner's report said on the matter, Karen was put into my care, and the home was given to us, and life had been so much happier from I did my whole family a favour and took them out of the equation, and I know you will feel the same, in time at least.

As I drove you to the hospital you told me about your childhood. How you'd been in foster care, then your mother cleaned her act up and for a long time she was stable and in recovery, till she met some douchebag when you were ten, and she was back to using again, and your life had never been the same since.

When we pulled up outside the hospital, you hugged me tightly and kissed me twice, telling me that you'd text me later, and thanking me for the lovely evening, I assured you that this was to be the first of many of these delightful evenings, and even in the deepest depths of your pain, you still smiled at me.

I watched you till your figure disappeared inside the hospital, and I knew there and then what had to be done. I'm sorry baby, but your mother isn't good for you, she's not good for you, not good for us!

She had to go, and I had to be the one to kill her.

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milalovesmatt · 11 months

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Since your requests are open can like you do a Stan and like Craig angst were like they cheat on the reader (if you're comfortable)

omg yess stan and craig have been my favs recently but i didnt really know if u wanted like stan cheating on u with craig or like hcs of yall in a polly relationship and they cheat on u bug i jst did them separately for funsies

warnings: angst,mentions of cheating,suicide

Craig tucker

you were getting home from work after a long day. “dove! im homee” “oh shit hide” you walk in on him hiding tweek?! “uhm” “its not what it looks like y/n!” “uhm sure im leaving” “no y/n please!” (DAMN HE SCREWED UPP) “craig-“ “shut up tweek just leave!”

TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT DAYY

u didnt come to school that day so craig decided to come to ur house to check up on u (this boy is playing with fire💀💀)

u hanged ur self……

so he like came to ur house to see that you uhm yk DIED so he calls 911 and yea “uh craig tucker?” “ yes thats me” “ y/n is gone” “ what.” “im sorry she didnt make it” “…” “can i please see her” “of course”

“y/n if you can hear me right now, im so sorry i didnt know what i was doing i didnt mean to!” craig was like sobbing on ur chest (ikr its cringe) “your times up” “ no! i have to see her i love her! “shes gone.” *crys cutely* (BAHAHAHA IM SORRG FOR THAT)

Stan marsh

you and stan were at a party and you two were having a funntime until wendy gos iver to stan and they go to some random room (in theyre defense they were both super drunk) soo you were ready to leave bc the party was boringgg so u go into the room and wendy is RIDING STAN “…” “wait y/n!!” “i didnt mean to i thought uou were her!” “mhmm real nice fucking excuse there stan” “its not an excuse!”

so he comes to ur house later that day

“y/nnnn can j come jnnn” “no dont talk to me” “im sorryyy” “no your not” “i really amm” “how long have this been going on” “i didnt even mean to cheat on uuu” “mhmm” “im seriously!” “just get inside dumbass” “thank uuu” he then kisses u on the cheek and u playfully push him away its gonna be one (hell of a morning for him)

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gloriouspower · 1 year

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brook1yn-baby · 1 year

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all mine

main 4 dating hcs <3

characters; kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, eric cartman x gender-neutral reader

warnings; just a smidge of smut :3

a/n; first actual post 😱 also theyre like 18/19 in this

kyle broflovski:

he’s absolutely lovesick.

bro wrote and performed a love song for rebecca when he was in 3rd grade

you can be damn sure he’s doing that and more for you

only in private though, not big on pda, especially when you’re around his friends

you both know how much he likes you, so he doesn’t feel the need to put on a show when you’re in public

he’ll sling a loose arm around your shoulders while he’s talking to the guys or sit next to you during lunch, little things that tell you he’s still yours

his jealousy does sometimes get the better of him though

probably a little insecure in the relationship, scared he’s gonna lose you to cartman like he did with heidi

one time the five of you were at a party and kyle started squaring up to guy who’d asked you if you were single

sorta gave you the ick but he made up for it by walking you home, giving you a tipsy goodnight kiss and a lopsided grin before stumbling over your porch steps and heading back to stan’s place, the other guys having to hold him up the whole way there

that was the first and last time you’d seen him drink

after you told him about his attempt to fight some random guy, he decided that it’d probably be better for everyone if he stuck to being the designated driver

oh and he loves how close you are with his family

the first time he invited you over for dinner, he was terrified about his parents embarrassing him

almost cancelled when his mom wouldn’t stop saying that her ‘little bubaleh’ was in love

still, you managed to charm them the whole night, asking questions about gerald’s job and helping sheila clean up after dinner, even enduring ike’s constant questioning about if you and kyle were gonna get married

that’s when he knew he’d found the right one

definitely ended the night with your guys’ first kiss <3

stan marsh:

i’m gonna be honest he’s a fucking loser

definitely not the most attentive boyfriend you’ve ever had, but probably the best you were gonna get in south park

it’s a small town and options are slim, so you often had to give stan the benefit of the doubt

absolutely terrible at replying to messages

if you two aren’t physically together, you probably don’t talk

luckily for you, he’s a whiny bitch and will most definitely complain when he’s not with you

meaning most of your free time is spent at his house, listening as he practices guitar, playing video games or just laying in his arms

you could go to his and just nap the whole time and he’d still be happier than if you weren’t with him

you know his relationship with his dad isn’t the best, so you have to be prepared for many late-night ‘can i come over’ texts

most of the time it’s because randy’s drunk or just being a dick and he can’t stand to be around him

and obviously, you’re his safe place

sometimes though, his messages are a little less innocent

he’s a teenage boy at the end of the day, and he has needs

(as do you ;))

you and stan have a pretty stable relationship in comparison to him and wendy, but there’s been times when you two had to go on a break

whether it’s because of his constant need to be around you or his drinking, sometimes you just needed space

you and shelley def complain about him together when you’re on a break

she’s a couple years older but she gets it better than anyone

her own relationship was pretty rocky too, so it was nice to just vent to eachother, probably with a bottle of wine and takeout

it was probably a little weird that you still hung out with his sister when you and him were on a break, but you honestly didn’t care

you and stan never stay broken up for long though, the both of you eventually crawling back

maybe it was a little toxic, maybe you knew it wasn’t really gonna last, but for now, you had him and he had you

that’s all that mattered <3

kenny mccormick:

good old kenny mcwhoremick.

despite the rumours of his promiscuous lifestyle, his body count was actually significantly lower than you expected

not that you cared; you were actually quite happy that he was so experienced- not many boys your age knew how to pleasure both themselves and their partner

he wasn’t just great in bed, either

he’s quick to fall for you, infatuated with you after just a few meetings

immediately takes on a sort of caring role in the relationship, definitely protective, similarly to how he looks after karen

it was nice to have someone so doting, though you had to remind him a few times that you could take care of yourself

he simply shakes his head, stubborn as ever

speaking of karen, you adored her

anytime kenny invited you to his house, you spent most of your time playing dolls with her or letting her do your hair

he loved how motherly you acted towards her

probably got him thinking about starting a family with you tbh

he absolutely loves showing you off, be it with pda, on social media, whatever

you were his and he wanted everyone to know

definitely has a highlight on insta dedicated to photos of you, and a playlist of songs that remind him of you

(also of songs that he’d thought about fucking you to)

though you do spend lots of time at his house now, he was really against the idea when you first started dating

you’d suggest watching a movie at his place and he’d come up with some excuse to do it at yours instead

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he was just embarrassed of where he lived after years of teasing from the other boys

one day you decided to show up out of the blue, wanting to surprise him for his birthday with presents

he’s gobsmacked when he opens the door, quickly trying to divert your attention away from the mess in his living room, his parents passed out on the couch

you reassure him that you don’t mind, asking if he wanted you to go; you really wanted to stay and see his reactions to your gifts, but you weren’t going to push him if he was uncomfortable

he was relieved when you said you didn’t mind, finally inviting you in

it was the first time he’d let a partner into his house which was terrifying in itself, but he calmed down when he saw how relaxed you seemed, getting comfy on his bed and waiting for him to open his presents

you obviously didn’t care how messy his home was, or how his parents weren’t the best at looking after their kids

you only cared about him <3

eric cartman:

listen, as much as i love the enemies to lovers trope with cartman, i love the fake dating trope even more

(and i love combining the two the most teehee)

cartman had recently received some pretty embarrassing information about you, and decided to make the most of it while he’s coming up with his newest scheme

you had had a crush on one of the other boys in your class for a few months and, even though you’d only told your closest friends, somehow he’d found out

so, in order to make heidi jealous, he’d forced you to be his pretend partner in exchange for not telling your crush you liked him

it was humiliating- having to hold his hand as he walked you to class, sitting with him at lunch, enduring his sickly-sweet pet names..

..only at first, though

after a few weeks, you’d come to enjoy the routine the fake relationship provided

you also found that you actually liked spending time with eric, and he could be pretty funny when it was just you two

you did your best to shove your feelings down, slightly ashamed and pissed off that you liked him, of all people

still, it couldn’t be helped- you had stopped staring longingly at your crush during class, eyes fixed on cartman across the room

it didn’t help that heidi didn’t seem too jealous either, causing him to ramp up the ‘pretend’ affection

when you were around him, he acted like he couldn’t get enough of you; playing with your hair, caressing your face, all the while keeping a strong arm around your shoulders, like he wanted to keep you close to him

as much as you liked the attention he was giving you, it was infuriating knowing he was only like this to get heidi back

it all came to a head when he tried to kiss you as she walked past you both in the hallway

you pushed him back, all of the feelings you’d been forcing down suddenly overflowing, choking on tears as you walked away

you knew when he didn’t bother following you that this relationship really was just pretend to him

it wasn’t until later that night when he showed up on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, sighing, that you realised maybe you were wrong

he obviously wasn’t big on apologising but tried his best, looking slightly annoyed as he admitted that he’d only blackmailed you into being his fake partner because he knew you’d say no if he actually asked you out

his logic was completely insane to you, but from eric’s point of view, he genuinely saw it as his only option to call you his partner

your heart melted as you thought about how he went through all that just because he had a crush on you

you don’t say anything in response, shocking him a little as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest

sure, you’d hugged before, but it was awkward and emotionless, just pretend

this was different- his arms enveloped you, pulling you close as you felt him laugh

he was most definitely gonna tease you later for being ‘obsessed’ with him, but you could deal with it

after all, you were really, actually his <3

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marshslovedone · 1 month

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Football captain!Stan Marsh nsfw hc’s ★

might as well post this since I posted a nsfw hc :3

CW: public & car sex (if I missed any please lmk)

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Football Captain!Stan always walking with you to your class so people know you belong with him

Football Captain!Stan always driving you home so you get home safe an sound

Football Captain!Stan driving you guys to Starks pond at night an fucking in the backseat of his car

Football Captain!Stan giving you hickies so people know your his

Football Captain!Stan showing you off because he absolutely adore you

Football Captain!Stan always getting you tickets to his games

Football Captain!Stan making sure you are in th crowd watching him an smiles when he see you

Football Captain!Stan fucking you under the bleachers because he love seeing you vulnerable an being good for him

Football Captain!Stan hugging you every hour because he missed you even if your guys classes are next to each other

Football Captain!Stan showing off so you can be impressed

Football Captain!Stan asking you if you were impressed by the moves he makes

Football Captain!Stan sneaking into your room at night to have sex the whole night for your guys’s anniversary an leave in the morning before his parents know he's gone

Football Captain!Stan coming over to have a sleepover an then finger you the whole morning

Football Captain!Stan making sure you stay warm at night by covering you in his clothes an blankets

Football Captain!Stan eating you out on your bed after you guys get take out for dinner

Football Captain!Stan making sure that he stays the captain by pushing himself to be the best

Football Captain!Stan fucking you after every game win even loses too

Football Captain!Stan adoring you so much that he thinks about marrying you

Football Captain!Stan being so happy that you guys have been dating for awhile that he buys you a single rose everyday for the month so you have a pretty bouquet 💗

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n0tangeliccc · 1 year

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Please talk more about toxic Stan ahh I’m going to explode

Anon Im gonna kiss you omg

(Everyone is 18+)

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- Okay so first king of jealousy and he will not say anything

- He’ll just give you the silent treatment and ignore you until you beg for him to tell you what’s wrong

- Possessive as fuck too especially when you’re around other guys

- He’ll try to pull you away and your attention on him only

- If you don’t he’ll make a big scene and leave

- He’ll then proceed to get hella drunk and spam text you how sorry he is and that he loves you

- Also spam text are something common he does although he barley answers yours he expects you to answer his and if you don’t he’ll keep going until you do

- Will absolutely guilt trip you with the “You don’t love me”

- Makes you wear his clothes so others now you’re his

Alright getting into some nsfw stuff

-You know how I said he was possessive?? Yeah he’s even more possessive during sex

“Fuck you’re mine, all mine”

- Marks you up completely

- Jealous and angry sex is a must🤭🤭

- WILL cum in you just to claim you even more

- Gets so fucking rough and totally degrades you

“You wanna act like a fucking slut? Fucking take it like one”

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rxptdevil · 6 months

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𝓐 𝓻𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮

Stan x reader x kyle

Pt 1

Plot:the elf king Kyle just proposed to you and you excitedly accepted now you’re going to have a wedding but there’s one thing.. his friend the knight Stan marshwalker has a crush on you and wants you to be his wife. WHO WILL YOU CHOOSE?

Waring: sexual content and foul language

Kissing my gloved hand, the elf king of the drow elves gazed into my eyes and whispered, "y/n, will you marry me?" The setting was nothing short of ethereal, with twinkling stars and a full moon casting a warm glow over the lush forest surrounding us. I felt a swell of emotion rise up within me as I looked into his emerald green eyes, their depths mirroring the love I felt for him. It had been six months since we'd started dating, and in that time, Kyle had swept me off my feet with his charm, his wit, and his unwavering devotion to not only me but his kingdom as well.

As I searched for the right words to reply, he leaned in closer, his breath tickling my ear. "I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, y/n," he whispered, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy and showing you a love that knows no bounds."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the sincerity in his words. I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life by his side. "Yes, Kyle," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves around us. "Yes, I will marry you." And with that, he pulled me into an embrace so fierce it made my heart skip a beat, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss that sealed our fate together.

As we pulled apart, the excitement of the moment building inside us both, Kyle grinned widely, revealing his sharp teeth. "Now, my love," he exclaimed, his voice practically reverberating with excitement, "let us have a feast fit for a king and his queen-to-be!" With a wave of his hand, the sound of music filled the air, and a procession of elves emerged from the forest, carrying platters of food fit for the gods themselves: succulent meats, fresh fruits and vegetables, artfully crafted breads, and of course, an endless supply of wine and other spirits. The smell was intoxicating, and my stomach growled in anticipation.

I glanced over at Kyle, who was watching me with a twinkle in his eye. "Do you have anything special planned for our first dance?" I asked, hoping that perhaps he'd give me a hint as to what song he had chosen. He smiled, taking my hand in his. "Oh, my dearest y/n," he began, leading me to the makeshift dance floor at the center of the clearing, "you know very well that I've been practicing a special dance just for this moment." And with that, he swept me into his arms, moving effortlessly across the floor, his steps matching mine perfectly, as if we'd been dancing together for centuries. The music swelled around us, and I couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning of a beautiful, magical life together.

Around us, the other elves had gathered, forming a circle to watch us dance. Some clapped in time with the music, while others swayed gently, their eyes fixed on our every movement. As we twirled and spun, I felt a sense of belonging and love wash over me, and for a moment, it seemed as if nothing else in the world mattered. When the song finally came to an end, we were breathless, our bodies pressed tightly together, but neither of us wanted to let go. It was as if we were two halves of the same whole, meant to be together always.

Kyle leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "What do you say, my queen?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Shall we continue the celebration?" I nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Yes," I breathed, "let's dance until the stars come down from the sky." And with that, we began again, lost in the music and each other, our love a beacon of hope and light in a world that was often dark and uncertain.

As the night wore on, the feast continued, with course after course of delicious food being served to us by our attentive subjects. We drank wine and danced and laughed, and for a brief moment, it was as if the world outside the forest didn't exist. But we both knew that soon, reality would intrude once more, and we would have to face the challenges that lay ahead. But for now, we were content to bask in the glow of our love and the adoration of our people, savoring every precious moment together as the future unfolded before us.

Finally, as the last rays of the setting sun painted the treetops with a warm, golden light, Kyle excused himself from my side, murmuring something about seeing to the guests' comfort. I watched as he moved gracefully through the crowd, his presence commanding and his charm irresistible. It was then that I realized that I was no longer simply his fiancée, but rather his equal; his partner in every sense of the word.

I wandered away from the main gathering, drawn to the edge of the forest where the trees parted to reveal a small, secluded glade. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and the sound of rustling leaves, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me as I stood there, taking it all in. I heard footsteps crunching on the grass behind me, and before I could turn around, strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me roughly against a familiar, hard body.

"My queen," Kyle breathed into my ear, his voice husky with desire. "I've been waiting for this moment all night." He pushed me back against a tree, his lips finding mine in a hungry, urgent kiss. His hands roamed over my body, tearing at my clothes, his need for me palpable. I could feel his arousal pressed against my stomach, and with a low growl, he pushed me to the ground, positioning himself between my spread legs.

As he entered me, his teeth grazed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, the rhythm of our lovemaking echoing through the forest like a primal call to the wild. The sensation of being claimed by him, of being his and his alone, was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, and I knew in that moment that there was no place in the world I'd rather be than right here, with him.

As we moved together, lost in the intensity of our passion, I could feel the last vestiges of the day's worries and fears slipping away, replaced by a deep, abiding sense of contentment and belonging. And as our climax swept over us, our bodies twisting together in a tangle of limbs and desire, I knew that this was only the beginning of a beautiful, extraordinary life, shared with the man I loved, the man who was destined to be my king.

Everyone was happy that day. We’ll mostly everyone

Stan sits at his post as he hears his best friend’s sex noises while anger and jealousy boils up inside him.

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shhh-secret-time · 5 months

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Hello my darlings! I've got the next few requests and fics planned out but I have one that is a wild card! The request is a jealous spicy fic, what character should I write this for?

Edit: I spelled Tolkiens fucking name wrong RAAAAAH

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he4rts4alexis · 11 months

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Plane

Pairing: South Park x Fem reader

Warnings: profanity and smut

I was on my way to Greece on the plane, I was wearing airpods when a guy catches my eye. He stares at me with no shame. Licking his lips, seeming a bit turned on. I blush, looking away. But The Weeknd songs in my ears. Don't make it less resistible. I look at him again still seeing him looking at me. I grab my lipgloss, if he's looking at me like that. I can tease him a little. I grab my mini mirror looking at it while I apply my lipgloss. Plumping my lips together. He puts his under arm on his growing dick. Holding it down. While he doesn't break Eyecontact. I bring my thumb up to my lip wiping the excess off. While giving him the fuck me eyes. Because fuck me. He's hot. His tattoo's flexing as his arms are still at his dick.

He spreads his legs further adjusting in his plane seat. He pats his lap. Looking at me. I close my thighs together, not thinking he would notice. But his eyes move to my thighs clenching together. He smirks. He stands up and walks to the toilet, rolling his bottom lipbetween his teeth. Ohhh shittt, Im turned on I stand up. Walking to the toilet too. He pushes me inside and he locks the door. I look at him innocent like I didn't know why I followed him. "You were so teasing me huh?" Ohh nooo I was not. I bite my lip. His finger lifts to my lip pulling it from between my teeth. He lifts my jaw. His lips connecting to my neck. Biting and sucking my neck, moving to my collarbone. I moan, ohhh "you like that huh?" His breathing is heavy and his voice is low. Fucking sexy. He lifts my shirt, kissing my stomach, till the waistband of my panties.

He puts my skirt up, and my panties down, dropping to his knees. He stands at the same height as my core, looking at it, like it's his favorite meal. He licks my slit up and down, making me gasp. He dips his tongue inside of me, feeling me dripping from his tongue. I was fucking wet. "Your so wet for me little slut" he moves his fingers and brings to inside. I am not a slu- I moan. You are, my slut. Only mine. He moves his fingers in and out of me, while his tongue circled my clit over and over. Holy hell i am going to come already. He gets his tongue of me and he looks at me while his fingers ruin my pussy. "Good girl" he smirks. Ohhh he enjoys this seeing me begging for his tongue.

Because I sighed when he left my clit. His fingers move faster as I feel the orgasmbuilding. I trace the orgasm with my hips bulking them towards his fingers needing them so bad. Ohhh fuck. His tongue licks my clit again. He's holding me still at my thighs, his fingers leaving prints on them. From his grip. I come with a loud moan. But his hand is on my mouth keeping me shut. "Shhhh, nobody needs to hear your pretty sounds" he unbelts his pants and drops them. His fucking hard cock, face to face with me. He slides his boxer off.

His dick standing up straight the tip almost touching my nose. I lick his length, causing him to groan. I take his tip into my mouth trusting it deep into my throat. Feeling his veins at the walls of my mouth. "Fuckkkk" he moans. I grab the back of his thighs trusting him deeper. Trying to get him the much pleasure possible. I spit on his tip swirling my tongue around it. Then suck his whole length. He janks his dick out of my mouth, pushing my chest back till that I'm laying on the sink. He spreads my thighs. Letting his cock tease my entrance, his tip sliding a bit inside me. "Fucking hell" he wispers. He grabs my hips, sliding his dick further into me.

With a groan he starts to move in and out, soft slow strokes. He does not get his eyes of my pussy taking his dick whole. "You look so good taking my cock like this" he bends forward sucking my nipple. While one handis under my ass holding me up as his strokes are getting faster. My hands move to his back my nails grabbing the skin. Because of the pleasure he gives me. His tattoo covered hand is wrapping around my throat. His jaw clenched. When he starts to move faster and deeper. He hits my g spot over and over. What makes me arch my back. Oh my

He turns around with my still in his arms, as my back hits the wall. I close my legs around him wanting him to be even closer. He grabs my ass with to hands. And looks me in my eyes fucking the shit out of me. I feel sweat everywhere but I don't care because it feels so good. He grabs my shoulders trusting into me even deeper, I move my hand to my clit stimulating it, my legs shake and I don't know how much pleasure I can take. I feel the second orgasm build as my legs shake faster and I let my head fall back. Oh shiiit. He moves faster. Destroying my tight pussy. The sound of my wetness and his precum makes me turned on even more. My tits bouncing at each trust. He's fucking me mercyless. "Fuck Im going to-" he wimpers throwing his head back as he fucks me harder. He comes inside me feeling me up, "yes good. Take it all like the good girl you are huh"

We get off the plane and never see each other again

Craig T, Stan M, Kyle B, Kenny M, Eric C, Clyde D, Tweek T, Tolkien B and Butters S

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suddenlybambi · 1 year

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no touching ♥ stan marsh

pairing : stan marsh x reader

nsfw (smut) - minors DNI!!! - aged up characters (18+)

tags : p in v sex, afab reader, edging, orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), slight praise kink, slight degradation, mild sub/dom dynamics, sub!stan, dom!reader

word count : 2.1k

summary : after painting your boyfriend's nails, you instruct him he's not allowed to touch anything until they dry

masterlist

a/n - i will eventually write something other than subby men... maybe... probably... *hides the 3 more dom!reader x sub!character fic i'm working on*

“Not even just a little bit?” You pleaded, holding up the case with your colourful array of nail polish. Stan had agreed to let you paint his nails, but only with black. You had climbed on top of him as soon as he agreed so that he couldn’t escape halfway through. “Imagine if you just had red on your middle finger! Flipping people the bird would have twice the power.”

“Maybe next time,” He sighed, giving in a little. You could tell that, despite complaining and his initial refusal, he loved it. He had refused it in the past because he didn’t want to get ripped on by C̶a̶r̶t̶m̶a̶n̶ the others, but when Kenny had his done, and no one said anything, he realised he was worrying over nothing again. Plus, the look of joy on your face when he finally agreed was something he would walk over hot coals for. Even if he got the piss taken out of him, he would let you paint his nails whenever you requested.

“So you want there to be a next time?” You smirked, closing the bottle once you had finished the final touches. Next time, you could probably sneak a glittery topcoat on there without him noticing.

“Of course,” His eyes narrowed a little in a suggestive manner. “I’d let you paint them every day if it means you straddle me like this.” His hand gravitated towards your hip to keep you on his lap, but you grabbed his wrist and pulled it away at the speed of lightning.

“No, no, no!” You gasped, holding his hands out and away from him. “You can’t touch anything until your nails are dry!” You instructed, shaking your head in disapproval at his prominent pout. At that moment, an idea formed in your mind. It was a devious one, but you couldn’t help yourself. You let go of his hands and bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead before you set your plan into action.

You started off with a painfully slow roll of your hips against Stan’s. His head was thrown back, and his eyes fluttered closed as an involuntary groan slipped from his lips. Instinctively, his hand tried to return to your waist as it usually did whenever you were on top, but you grabbed his wrist again as he tried. This time, you held them above his head, noting how pretty he looked like that. If this went well, you would have to invest in some handcuffs for next time.

“No touching,” You tried and failed to hide the devilish smirk on your face as realisation dawned on him. “If you try, I’ll stop.”

“But-” He was about to protest, but one look into your eyes stopped him in his tracks. You were 100% serious. “Yes, ma’am.” The authoritative title sent butterflies right through you. You rewarded him with another roll of the hips, his growing erection making itself known through his trousers.

“Do you think you’re strong enough to do this?” You teased, feeling his body shake a little underneath you as he struggled to restrain himself from taking any action. “We can always stop?”

“No!” He gasped, tensing up and shaking his head. “Please continue.”

“Please continue…?” You echoed, trailing off at the end.

“Ma’am,” He finished. His pupils were so blown out you could barely make out the colour of his irises anymore. You smiled, grinding down against him once again, repeating the process until you were in a steady rhythm. He was struggling to contain his moans, and his hands were visibly shaking as he struggled to refrain from touching you. “More, please?”

“Do you think you deserve it?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked down at him. He nodded desperately, but you shook your head. “Use your words, my love.”

“I’ll be so good- please? I promise!” He begged, lip instinctively protruding in a pout as he spoke. “I won’t touch you at all!”

“If that nail polish smudges in the slightest….”You took his hand, carefully kissing his knuckles so as not to touch his nails. “You’ll have to watch me touch myself, and you won’t be able to do anything about it.” His hips involuntarily spasmed at the thought, but he managed to maintain as much composure as he could by lifting his hands up and to the sides so he wouldn’t use them.

“So pretty,” You leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to his lips. “So pathetic,” He tried to chase the kiss as you pulled away, but you distracted him by tracing your lips along his jawline, swiftly finding his pulse point. You knew exactly where to go as the love bite you had left there days prior remained as a small faded mark. You decided to renew it, relishing in the soft moans that slipped through his lips as you did so.

Meanwhile, your hands busied themselves by trailing down his torso until they reached his belt, undoing it at what you knew was a painfully slow pace for him, purposefully allowing your knuckles to brush against the bulge. Just as you got the belt undone, you pulled away to inspect his neck. Satisfied with your work and the dark purple mark left behind, you kissed his lips again, which he happily melted into. As you deepened the kiss, you slid your hand down his waistband, taking a soft but firm grip on his member. The kiss barely managed to swallow the loud moan that escaped him.

You pulled away from the kiss, and he tried again to chase your lips, but you shuffled down his body to sit on his lower legs so he could no longer reach you. Bending down, your face was now in line with his crotch as you pulled his trousers and boxers down enough to release his hardened member. It sprung up as soon as you did, hitting his stomach. Wasting no time, you looked up, making direct eye contact as you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He let out a loud, involuntary whimper at the new form of contact, and you could see his hands struggle to remain still at his sides. You knew he liked nothing more than to run his hands through your hair whenever you had your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, and you had to admit that you quite liked it when he would lose himself in the moment and pull your hair, but you were in complete control this time. Hair pulling could wait until next time.

Slowly, you sunk your mouth down further onto his dick, hollowing out your cheeks as you took in as much of him as you could. His breathing laboured by the second, and you had to hold his hips down to stop him from thrusting up into your mouth. You quickly picked up the pace, bobbing your head up and down and running your tongue along the shaft. You could feel his member twitching as a sign that he was close.

“Please?” He begged, voice shakey as he spoke through his grunting and moans. “Please, can I cum?” You pulled your mouth off of him completely and smirked at him.

“No,” You whispered, shaking your head in case he hadn’t heard you. His eyes widened, and his hips struggled against the grip you had on them.

“Please?” He begged again. “Please, I need-”

“I said no,” You watched the panic on his face as he realised how serious you were, and it only increased when your lips wrapped around his throbbing dick again to continue at a torturously slow place. He was whimpering more than ever, eyes squeezed shut and head pressed against the pillow. You kept this up, pulling away as soon as you felt the telltale signs that he was close. His eyes brimmed with tears as he looked down at you after the fourth time in a row that you stopped him when he was so close.

“Please, can I cum now?” He pleaded once more, chest heaving with how heavy his breath had become. “I’ve been so good! I’ve not smudged the nail polish at all! Please?” He managed to use whatever strength he had remaining to hold his hands up for you to inspect them. Sure enough, they were in pristine condition.

Smiling down at him, you crawled back up his body, capturing him in a slow and passionate kiss, knowing he could taste his own desperation on your tongue as it easily overpowered his.

You pulled away to whisper softly in his ear. “Where do you want to cum? Me or my mouth?” His reaction was attuned to if you had just told him that he had won the lottery. His energy was renewed in an instant.

“In you!” He answered without hesitation, adding on at the last second. “Please, ma’am?”

“How can I say no when you look so pretty, and you beg so nicely?” You cooed with a smile on your face. Unfortunately for Stan, you couldn’t help but torture him just a little more as you slowly climbed off of him, stripping each item of clothing off and carefully placing them on his desk chair, making sure he saw the large damp spot on your panties that had quickly formed over the course of the teasing. You loved letting him know just how turned on you got when he was completely and utterly submissive to you.

“You’re so beautiful,” His voice was almost whimsical in nature, the words coming out as though he had meant for them to stay in his head. It made you melt. It was so sweet and sincere; you almost felt bad for edging and denying him for so long… almost.

“You’ve been so good,” You praised, grabbing a condom from the bedside cabinet. You climbed back on top of him with it once you were completely undressed. You had stripped his trousers and underwear off somewhere between the third and fourth time you edged him, but he wouldn’t let you take his shirt off for fear that it would smudge his nails. Carefully, you rolled the condom onto him as his legs shook from anticipation. “Are you ready?” You asked, lining him up with you. You hadn’t given yourself any time to prepare or adjust to him, but the teasing you had put him through had left your hole clenching around nothing, and you knew you were more than ready.

Stan eagerly nodded in confirmation, and you sunk down onto him, throwing your head back as you groaned at the feeling. You could already feel Stan’s throbbing dick twitch inside you, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

“I want-” He struggled to get his words out in between his moans and whimpers as you picked up the speed, rolling your hips to make sure he hit the right spots. “I want you to- to finish first.” You almost froze your actions in shock; after all that, he was still prioritising your pleasure? You snapped out of it when he thrust up into you. You would usually punish him for that, but you couldn’t bring yourself to when you saw the sincerity behind his eyes.

You bent down, pressing your bare chest against him as you captured his lips in another passionate kiss, threading one hand through his hair and reaching the other down to circle your clit since Stan was still unable to use his hands. When you had to break the kiss to breathe, you pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed while his soft whimpers and moans surrounded you, and you felt your core tighten.

“I’m so close,” You panted out. The energy that Stan still had amazed you. The words spurred him on, and he thrust up into you harder than before. With that, you snapped, and your orgasm rushed over you in a wave. Your walls clenched around his dick, and you felt Stan’s own orgasm as his hips stuttered. You managed to ride out your orgasm but soon collapsed against his chest, trying to catch your breath again. “You did so well.” You praised, smiling up at Stan while you nuzzled your face against his chest.

“I didn’t smudge my nails,” He proudly held them up for you to see. You tapped them slightly and smiled.

“They’re all dry now,” You confirmed, pressing a soft kiss to his fingertips. “I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up.” You were about to get up, but you were startled as Stan wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over so he was on top. Your eyes widened as he looked down at you with a smug smirk.

“Oh, no,” He shook his head, hand coming up to lightly pin you to the cushion by the neck. Your heart raced as you saw the look in his eyes, knowing the tables had been turned. “I think it’s my turn now.”

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