#Clyde Donovan smut

[summ3rg4l]

May I request a platonic x reader for the main boys. Where they learn the reader is a girl somehow but before they were all under the belief she was a boy and that she didn’t care to much about her gender to correct them (like a Haruhi Fujioka situation)

I really didn’t know what to write so it’s pretty short tbh

“Wait wait wait! You’re telling that that this whole time we’ve been hanging out with a chick!?”

Cartman stares at you completely perplexed on how he didn’t see that you were a girl the whole time.

“Mghf Mghf Mghf?”

“Ewww Kenny…”

“I just didn’t think it was that important.” You shrugged dismissively and put your hands into your pockets.

“NOT THAT IMPORTANT!?!? How do we know that you’re not a spy that the girls sent to get more information from us!” Cartman narrows his eyes.

“That’s retarded fatass.” Kyle rolls his eyes and crosses his arms

“Yeah why would the girls send a spy?”

“I don’t really see why my gender matters.”

“Guys come here for a second.” Cartman ushers for the other three boys to follow him away from you. After a few seconds you hear Kyle yell. “We’re not killing (name) Cartman!”

“It’s the only way kahl! We have to kill her before she gives away all of our secrets!” He looks back at you “Hey (name). Nothing going on here just chatting Y’know.”

[kenny-the-ken]

CAN YOU PLEASEEE DO LIKE A ONESHOT OF CLYDE W A MOMMY KINK??? Like he boasts about fucking you really rough to his friends while in bed it's the total opposite🙏🙏🙏PLSS I FEEL LIKE HED HAVE A MAJOR MOMMY KINK

Charmed

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! I love this request guys!! As much as I love a dom, I love a cute little subby, messy boy, UGH 🤤

It wasn't news to anyone that Clyde Donovan was a lover of women, in fact he'd spend every last penny he could find at Raisins, just to be near women, to feel wanted.

He was rather needy, and on your shift at Raisins that day, you overheard him boasting to his friends, about how he'd slept with so many of the girls here, how they allowed him to be as rough and as kinky as he wanted, and his friends hung on to his every word as if he was reading an ancient scripture. You smirked, noticing that the slightly short, brown haired man had obviously taken a likening to you.

"Hey, sweetheart~ Wanna come over here?" You heard the cockiness dripping from his voice, and you turned on your heel, walking over to the table where he and a few others sat, their eyes fixated on you, not that it bothered you, I mean, it was your job.

"Hi hunny. Can I get you something?" You asked, and you noticed a smirk growing on Clyde's face, as he moved, pulling a chair from a different, vacant table, and situating it beside him. "You can take a seat and join us." He spoke, his hand patting the seat for you to sit down.

And so he continued, gloating and bragging to anyone that would actually listen, but it was only as you reached the last five minutes of your shift did you speak up, whispering into his ear.

"You know, I just finished my shift, and I could do with the company of an attractive guy, such as yourself." Clyde's jaw dropped to his feet, his eyes widening in surprise. "L-Let me get my coat." He rushed out, standing that quickly from his seat, he almost tripped over it.

And soon enough you had him back at your apartment, his hands roaming your body hungrily, small, needy whines sounding from his pretty pink lips.

"You're gonna strip for me, baby boy, and then I'm gonna make you see stars." Your voice was hushed, and Clyde's breath caught in the back of his throat, just nodded obediently as he started taking his shirt off, his jeans dropping next, and he stood before you with nothing on, completely naked, his cock weeping to be touched.

"So pretty, baby. Now you go lay on the bed." You instructed, and Clyde nodded once more, making his way to the edge of the bed, and sitting down. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting with one another as you made your way over to him, standing between his legs.

You moved your hand between his legs, pushing his soft thighs apart, giving one of them a squeeze, and Clyde audibly gasped beneath you, his hand moving to cover his mouth. "Don't cover your moans, sweetie. Mommy wants to hear you." You said, giving the tip of his cock a few kitten licks, the older boy's resolve crumbling beneath you.

Clyde's hips bucked up towards you, a whine leaving his lips as he gazed, half lidded down at you between his legs. "P-Please, need more."

You let out a low chuckle, your mouth wrapping around the head of his sensitive cock, earning a choked moan to leave the brown haired boy beneath you, never breaking eye contact with him once. You loved how messy he was already, and you'd barely even touched him yet.

"Y-Yes, f-feels good." Clyde panted, spurring you on, as you took as much of him as you could fit into your mouth, your cheeks sucking in to create suction around his length, your tongue flattening against the underside of his cock.

And obviously Clyde was enjoying this, his moans were loud, and shameless, his head lolling back and hips thrusting towards your mouth, earning a harsh slap to his thigh from you, a long whine leaving his lips.

You pulled off his cock with a pop, earning another whine of complaint from Clyde, his hips bucking up desperately, needing any kind of friction he could find. "You know what happens to bratty boys, don't you baby? And you're not a brat now, are you?"

His head shook quickly, "N-No, mommy." And you smirked up at him in response, moving to sit on his lap, your uniform still on your body.

"You wanna take my shirt off, baby boy?" You teased, hips moving down against Clyde's hard cock, his hands shaking as they gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, his mouth and eyes widening when he realised you weren't wearing a bra. "You know you can touch them, baby. I don't bite~"

And that was all Clyde needed as confirmation, his hand moving to cup your breast in his hand, his thumb circling your erect nipple, a breathy moan exiting your parted lips. "Such a good boy~" You praised, Clyde mouth connecting to your other nipple, suckling gently and earning a few quiet moans from you.

And when he finally pulled away, you presented your fingers in front of his mouth, tracing his lips. "Suck." Clyde's cheeks were flushed a bright red, his tongue licking circles around your fingers before sucking them both into his mouth, his tongue circling them to make sure they were extra wet for what you had planned for them.

"Good boy~" you praised, earning a small hum in response for him, and just as he was about to remove your fingers from his mouth, you pushed him backwards, his back plopping against the bed, a gasp leaving his lips.

Your hand was wrapped round his throat, his eyes welling with tears, he needed friction on his cock, it was twitching, just waiting to be touched. "P-Please, mommy please..." he was a blubbering mess, and hardly even touched. "So needy~ I'm gonna ride you baby boy, and you're only allowed to come when I tell you that you can, understand?" You spoke, hand tightening slightly around Clyde's neck as he nodded as best he could. "Y-Yes, mommy." You then stood, taking your shorts and panties off, throwing them over your shoulder, a smirk on your swollen lips.

That was all you needed to hear, you hips fully straddling the older boy beneath you, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly along the folds of your wet cunt, and Clyde was squirming again, a needy whine sounding from him. "Please, mommy." He begged again, making you giggle slightly, a smirk on his face.

"Please what, baby? Use your words." You replied, watching him, his brows knit together, worry lines on his forehead, and a few beads of sweat rolling down his face, eyes welling with tears. "Please, ride me, mommy."

You lined his leaking tip up with your entrance and slid yourself down on to him, a gasp leaving your mouth, both hand on Clyde's chest as you started moving your hips up and down, grinding them into him, and god was he a mess, he rambled nonsensical words, some of which you could barely make out between his long and whining moans.

He really did look beautiful beneath you, your hips setting a steady pace, his cock sliding in and out of you, pulling moans from you and Clyde, his hips bucking up in time with yours, his cock now hitting directly off your g-spot, and god he felt good. "M-Mommy, feelssogoodmommy, thank you thank you." Clyde rambled out, his eyes screwed shut as you upped the pace, his back arching against the soft mattress of your bed.

"You like that, hm? Thought you liked to dominate baby? Yet here you are, letting me use you like a little slut while calling me mommy~ so cute." You cooed, a hand cupping his face, lips meeting as Clyde sat up as best he could, his hands gripping your hips, pushing himself further into you, both of you nearing closer with each thrust.

"M-Mommy, please... canicome?" Clyde breathed out quickly, his head falling back as he drove his hips into yours, the slapping of skin echoing around your bedroom, the only thing louder than that was the sinful noises both of you were making together.

"You wanna come, baby boy?" You asked, slowing your movements on his lap, earning another needy whine to emit from the back of Clyde's throat. "Please, mommy, s-so close." He had tears in his hazel brown eyes, your head nodding in response.

"Come for me, baby boy. You can do it~" You replied, your movements quickening to meet with Clyde's desperate thrusts, his hips faltering as he pushed deep inside you one last time, your own orgasm hitting you like a truck.

You were both coming undone together, your back arched, nails digging crescent shapes into Clyde's pale shoulders, moaning out his name over and over, telling him how good he was as your pussy pulsed around his length, and you felt his come fill your insides in ropes, you swore he screamed out for you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Mommy! Y/N fuck!" He was perfect, so needy, so messy, just how you liked.

"Oh Clyde baby! You did so good for mommy." You gasped out, finally having the energy to lift yourself from his lap, his length slipping out of you, and his come running down your legs. "I made a mess." Clyde said, his face flushed a dark crimson, giggling slightly as you shot him a smile. "It's okay baby. I like it messy."

Once both of you had cleaned up, you climbed into bed, holding out your arms to signal Clyde to get in beside you, and he did, letting out a dreamy sigh, his head pressed against your breasts, gazing up at you longingly. "You're so pretty."

You blushed, looking down at him in your arms, watching him yawn. "No baby. You're pretty." You replied, Clyde pressing a quick kiss to your lips, his arms around your waist as you both fell into a deep slumber together.

[southangel]

Masterlist

Stan Marsh

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic) (POST-COVID)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Scared of the Dark HCs (romantic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Stan Marsh x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Scared of the Dark HCs (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Eric Cartman

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic) (POST-COVID)

Butters Stotch

Butters Stotch x Fem!Reader Adopted Sibling HCs (platonic) (POST-COVID)

Craig Tucker

Craig Tucker x GN!Reader SFW and NSFW HCs (romantic)

Craig Tucker x GN!Reader SFW and NSFW HCs (romantic) (Yandere)

Tweek Tweak

nothing yet..

Clyde Donovan

nothing yet..

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy Testaburger x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Poly Relationships

nothing yet..

[shhh-secret-time]

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

[kennyschance]

finished my first series 🫡 you guys should check it out!! ;)))

[viper-flare]

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[n0tangeliccc]

thoughts on crybaby sub clyde?

I fucking love crybaby sub Clyde😩

Him sobbing because the pleasure feels too good. He’s definitely also begging through those sobs too😮‍💨😮‍💨

[luna-themoonie]

Chapter Five

A Raven and a Bat to See the Light in One Another

First - Previous - Next

Summary: It was only meant to be a stupid game of dares, 'The King's Game.' But, of course, nothing could go Stan's way. Cartman thought it would be hilarious to get under everyone's skin with his stupid dare and he did. Now, Stan had no way of getting back with Wendy because he was stuck with this dare.

Butters didn't care too much about the dare in its entirety. Stan was a cool guy and maybe they could get closer. He didn't see anything wrong with this dare from Eric. But, oh boy, if his parents knew, he'd sure be grounded. After this dare ends, he and Stan could still be friends, right?

What was the dare?:

Stan and Butters were forced to date for two months.

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“Stanley?”

Stan jerked awake when he heard his name along with the gentle call of his name. He turned a bit to see his mom standing beside his bed with her hand on his shoulder. He groaned and rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah?”

“I know you’re tired from work, but you have to get up for school.”

He groaned again and covered his face with his arm to block the incoming light from the morning sun. “Okay…”

There was a pause from her. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

He nods. “Yeah, just… give me a minute. I’ll be up and ready,” he mumbled out.

Another pause from her. “Okay… I’ll be downstairs then.” He heard her footsteps as she moved to leave his room and close his door.

He took a moment to himself, trying to urge himself to get up for the day. After another minute or so, he uncovered his face and moved to get up from the comfort of his bed. He yawned as he went over to his closet to pick out his clothes for the day, something simple. He stared down at the t-shirt and jeans he had grabbed. The voice in the back of his mind told him to ‘not be gross and just take a quick shower,’ but something else was telling him to ‘just fuck it.’

Deciding to just skip the morning shower for the day, he changed his clothing and got himself to look presentable for the day. He went over to the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth and add on cologne and deodorant for the day. After he finished, he went back to his room to grab his belongings and his guitar before making his way back out of his room and down the stairs. As he did so, a familiar smell of a sweet mixture of batter and maple reached him. He placed his belongings down on the couch, placing his phone in his pocket, and went over to the kitchen just in time to see his mom placing down two plates of pancakes with sides of sausage on the table.

“Oh, Stan! You came just in time.”

“You made breakfast?”

“Yes.” She raised her eyebrow at him. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

He shrugged. “You don’t do it as much anymore.” He sat down and immediately began to scarf down the food. “‘s good,” he mumbled, mouth full.

She shook her head at this and began eating her own plate. “Thank you, and I’ll try to do it more often for us.”

He swallowed what was in his mouth before responding. “It’s fine, mom. I know you’re busy with work and all.” He prodded at the edge of one of the pancakes with his fork. “I… could try cooking too?” His mom choked back on laughter and he furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her. “What?”

She waved her hand dismissively and shook her head. “I just remembered when your father tried to show you how to make something,” she began to laugh, but tried to hold back, “but you ended up ruining the meal and almost burnt down the house.” She let herself laugh out loud while Stan felt his face flush in embarrassment at the memory. “Your father was freaking out and running around screaming while you were trying to put out the fire with that stupid shirt he had you and your sister wear.”

He rolled his eyes. “He was more concerned about the weed and the shirt.”

Her laughter died down to little giggles. “He was. But if you do start cooking again, please try to not burn down this house.”

He grumbled, but still muttered an, “Okay...”

His phone began to buzz repeatedly in his pocket and he pulled it out to see who was trying to contact him.

Speaking of the Devil. 

He stared down at the contact picture of his dad lighting up his screen. He watched it as it buzzed in his hand, waiting for it to pass. 

It wasn’t like he had any sort of falling out with his father, it was just… he didn’t want to talk to him. It didn’t help when he had a gut feeling that the call was only to drag him into some other crazy ‘adventure.’

“Who was that?”

“Cartman.” He was quick to lie. “I’ll see what he wants when I get to school.”

After a moment, he turned his phone back on to check the time and his eyes widened.“Shit, I have to go!” He shoved the rest of his food into his mouth and quickly stood up, placing the used dishes in the sink. “Bye, mom! I’ll see you after school!” He called out to his mom as he grabbed his bags and key, leaving the house. He threw his things into the backseat of his car, though he was careful with his guitar, and hopped into the driver’s seat. He quickly turned on the car and drove down a couple houses to reach Butters’ house just in time to see the blonde currently locking the front door. He honked the car’s horn to get his attention and watched as he jolted in surprise before turning around. A smile began to grow on his face and he made his way over to his car to get inside.

“I can go!” Was the first thing Butters exclaimed when he hopped into his car.

It took Stan a moment to realize what he was talking about. The date. “Oh, cool, man. That’s great.” He began to drive them to school, carefully watching the area for any unwanted officers as he sped.

“So, what are we going to do?”

“Uh…” Fucking watch meteors, how boring must that be. “It’s a surprise…” He could probably find out a way to make him not fall asleep in the middle of it.

“Really?” He clasped his hands together. “I’m real excited for it, then!” 

Fuck, he probably just made it worse for himself. He shrugged, trying not to seem too worried about it. “Well, I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will!” 

Stan felt himself smile at the blonde’s excitement before it suddenly wiped itself away. “Oh, sorry for being late, by the way.”

“It’s fine.” He laughed awkwardly. “I actually thought you forgot about me.”

“Nah, dude.” There’s honestly no way he could. “Just next time I’m late or something, stop by my house. Other than that, I’ll try to be on time to pick you up.”

“Okay. I’ll keep that in mi- gah!”

Stan had sharply pulled to a stop into a parking space, making them both jerk forward in their seats. “Sorry, dude.” He apologized as he hopped out of his vehicle and grabbed his things. 

He quickly grabbed Butters’ hand and began to drag him to the front entrance as quickly as he could so they wouldn’t be late. They quickly made their way through the twist and turns of the hallway before finally reaching the lockers. They separated and Stan was quick to replace the books in his bag before closing the locker. He quickly checked the time on his phone. They somehow made it with five minutes to spare. He put his phone away again and turned in time to see Butters making his way towards him.

He stopped directly in front of him and gave an awkward laugh. “I guess we gotta start findin’ somethin’ to do before we leave each other, huh?”

Stan lifted an eyebrow in question. “Like what?”

“Like hugging, or walking to class, or…” He shifted in his spot. “We could take turns givin’ kisses.” He quickly added, “Only if you want to.” He shrugged. “Or we could change it up. It’s whatever you want. Just so it looks authentic, you know?”

He couldn’t help but glance over Butters’ head to see a small group staring at the two, whispering to each other. He felt the sudden need to prove himself to them, even though he had no clue who they were.

Looking back to the turquoise eyes that watched him with curiosity, he opened his mouth to answer, but no voice came out. He hesitated for another moment, but in the end, finally agreed. “Y-yeah, man.” He saw him tilt his head slightly and he realized that he wasn’t specific, so he added, “We could do all of that, and I guess we could, uh…” kiss... “Just not like-” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it.

He nodded with a small smile. “I won’t. I promise, Stan.” His voice was gentle and reassuring. He took a small step towards him and he saw him tilt his head slightly.

Stan wondered briefly what he was going to do, almost jumping out of his skin when he felt him press his lips gently against the right side of his jaw. He felt a shudder run through his body and his face became warm at a rapid pace. He suddenly began to feel self-conscious and he began to wish he had taken the shower. 

Butters pulled away from him and flashed him a smile. “I’ll see you later.” Then he disappeared. Stan didn’t know which direction he went, he was more focused on what happened just seconds ago. Though Stan knew that it was probably not even longer than two, maybe three, seconds, it had felt a lot longer than that. The spot where he once had his lips felt tingly and warm. 

Stan felt dizzy. Dizzy and extremely nauseous. He took in a shuddering breath and tried to calm himself. He needed to get through this day and he didn’t want to try to explain why he might have passed out or suddenly became ill.

After a short moment, he decided that he was fine and adjusted the grip on his guitar case before leaving his spot in front of his locker.

He passed by the group that was staring at them earlier and couldn’t help but hear a snippet of their conversation.

“No way. I don’t think they are.” One of the girls stated.

“Really? Did we not just see the same thing?” The guy in their group asked. “They must be dating. I mean, Butters just kissed Stan.”

“Yeah, but-”

Stan didn’t stay long enough to hear her rebuttal, it’s not like he wanted to either. The tingling on his jaw felt intensified in that moment. The nerves were coming back. The nausea was too.

He tried to hurry to his class, but instead of taking the right at the end of the hallway, he turned a sharp left and went straight to the bathrooms. He crammed himself into one of the stalls before bending over the toilet and emptying out his stomach.

He pulled away from the toilet, grimacing at the new taste in his mouth, and at that moment, the tardy bell rang. He groaned out a “Fuck,” and moved to get up. He flushed the toilet and left the stall to clean himself up at the sink. He cleaned off his face and made sure to swish around some water in his mouth and spit it out to try to help with the bittersweet taste he had.

He wiped his face with a paper towel before trudging out of the bathroom to head to his first class of the day. He dreaded the glare he was sure to get from his teacher and the whiny voice she had whenever she would screech at a late student. He reached the classroom of his Life Science class and gave a deep sigh before knocking on the door to be let inside.

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Stan was right. He did in fact receive an earful from his teacher about being late, even when he tried to explain that he wasn’t feeling all that well, so yelling at him wasn’t helping… This only made her yell at him more. He was happy to leave when the class ended. As much as he enjoyed the class, the teacher ruined it for him over the past year. 

He reached his next class of the day, Poetry, only to see a note on the door that told his class that they were taking place in the library instead. He groaned and turned away to head to the library instead. 

Once he reached the library, he greeted the librarian and she told him that his class was being held towards the back, near the large windows and second exit. He thanked her and made his way towards the back where he saw a group of tables sectioned off with a sign that read ‘poetry.’ After finding a table in one of the corners, he set his belongings down on it, not exactly wanting to welcome others to sit with him. Though, he did leave enough space for an extra person to sit across from him, not wanting to be the victim of another yelling spree.

He pulled out his notebook for his class and opened it, knowing exactly what their teacher would want them to do. Use your surroundings to write your next poem. Try changing up your positions and scenery, this could help you with your writing process. He opened up to a fresh page, trying to think of something specific to write about.

“Hey, dude,” a mellow voice called out to him, making him look up to see Douglas. “Mind if I sit here with ya?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, man.”

He mumbled out a thanks and sat across from him while Stan looked back down to continue to stare down at the blank page he still had. He didn’t exactly feel inspired to write a poem for the moment. He decided to look around at the new surroundings of the blocked off corner they were seating at as he tapped a gentle beat with his pencil. His other classmates were moving around, wandering the library, or taking new, strange positions in their chairs. Their teacher was seated in a lounge chair, reading a book, peeking up every now and then to make sure everyone was still okay. He perked up when he saw a peek of untamed blonde hair. Tweek. He could talk to him now. He needed to apologize to him anyway.

He leaned forward and waved his hand in front of the teen seated across from him. “Hey, Douglas.”

He glanced at him and pulled out one of the earbuds from his ear. “Yeah?”

“Can you watch my stuff?”

“Yeah, man. I gotchu,” he told Stan as he placed the earbud back into his ear.

“Thanks, man.” He stood up from his seat, bringing his notebook with him. He slowly made his way to where Tweek was sitting by himself.

He stopped beside him, hoping he would notice, but to no avail. Instead, he continued to write fiercely on whatever had gotten him inspired. He gently tapped the table to get his attention. “Tweek, hey.” 

The blonde jumped in his seat with a shocked yelp and looked up at Stan with wide eyes. “Stan!” He scrambled to cover the notebook. “Wh-what do you- ggrr- want?”

He motioned to the chair next to him. “Can I sit here?” 

He stared at Stan with wide, flickering eyes. He pressed his lips together and looked back down at his journal. “Fine.”

He pulled out the chair to sit next to him and stared back at the blank page he had. He began to tap out another beat with his pencil, trying to think of how to converse with the blonde at the moment.

“Stan, wh-what do you want?”

He looked back at him, noticing how he had an annoyed look now. “I… I wanted to apologize.” He stopped tapping his pencil. “Well, I was trying to think of a way to apologize.”

“For?”

“For… getting upset and yelling at you the other day. I took some time to myself and realized that… that you were right in a way.” Tweek didn’t say anything, he only stared at him with owl-like eyes. Stan decided to add, “About Butters. You were right about him and I thought it over and finally decided to do something to make it up to him.”

“Like?”

Stan bit his lip. Would Cartman count this against him? It wasn’t like he was spilling out his idea entirely. “Uh… Well, I was gonna take him to watch the meteor shower tomorrow.” Tweek twitched and Stan immediately thought he didn’t like the idea himself. “I know, I know. It sounds boring but…” Cartman wants him to do it...

Tweek’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “I think he would love that.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Craig and I usually invite him and Kenny and his sister to watch it with us. Craig knows all the good spots.” Stan grimaced. The last thing he wanted to do was ask the other ravenette for help. Tweek noticed this and continued on. “Ah, w-well there’s a good spot near Middle Park High. There’s this open park, Lansen Park, I think. You could take Butters there?”

Stan nodded and thought for a moment. “

“You can…” His eyes brightened. “It could be like a picnic date. I can help you make some food if you want.”

“Really?”

He nodded rapidly. “We can start setting up during lunch tomorrow and skip Variety. Mrs. Duran loves me so she won’t care much if I let her know today.” Stan has never seen Tweek this excited before. “Tolkien and Nichole could help too! They could set up the spot while we get the food ready.” He pulled out his phone and began to quickly tap away at the screen. All Stan could do was watch the blonde with his mouth agape. “I can make you guys cupcakes!”

“You don’t-”

“Butters really likes vanilla and lemon cupcakes. He has to be in the mood for chocolate or to try anything new.”

“Tweek-”

“Or should we make cookies, he loves cookies. He’s usually my taste-tester whenever I bake something new.”

“Tweek!” The blonde flinched and looked at him with wide eyes. “You don’t have to do this. I can find a way to do it myself.”

He tilted his head and leaned forward. “But I want to do it, Stan.”

He groaned and pinched his nose for the moment. 

“Stan,” he looked back at him, “I want to do this, so I’m going to do this.” 

The determined look on his face almost made Stan laugh out loud, but he was scared that the blonde was going to turn feral if he did so or if he refused the offer again. He sighed. “Okay, fine.”

Tweek went back to smiling. “I’m so excited for this. I’m sure Butters will love it. You’ll tell me how it goes, will you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He turned back to his notebook, shaking his head at himself for letting this happen. He didn’t even know how they had even gotten there. He just wanted to apologize, not invite him to plan the entirety of the ‘date.’

He heard Tweek shift in his seat. “Urgh, Stan?” He hummed in response. “Are you feeling okay?”

Stan looked back at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re, like, either upset at something or sad nowadays. There's barely an in-between anymore. I mean, mn, you smile, but it doesn’t look right. Are… are you not feeling good?” 

He shrugged. “I’m fine. I can be upset or mad, you know.” He looked over towards his original table to make sure his belongings were untouched. 

“Okay, well…” Stan looked back at the fidgety teen and saw him picking at one of the band-aids on his hands with a frown. “You can talk to me too. It doesn’t just have to be about Butters, you can talk to me about other problems too. Craig does that with me; letting me talk about how I feel and he just listens and lets me know…" He drifted off. He was silent for another moment before speaking up again. "W-we could do that too. I mean, we’re friends, right?”

Stan nodded. “I think so.” He shrugged. “You do get on my nerves sometimes.”

“Huh? I do!”

Stan chuckled. “I’m just messing with you, man.”

Tweek pouted and smacked his arm, which only made him laugh.

“You’re such a jerk!” He paused. “Hey, are you… are sure you’re okay?”

Stan looked at the blonde with his eyebrow raised in question. “I’ll be fine, Tweek.”

“No, no. It’s not that. You keep on, uh…” He poked at his own jaw, making himself flinch. “Touching your jaw. Does it hurt?”

He quickly dropped his hand and felt himself become embarrassed. “Ah, no. It doesn’t.” He didn’t realize that he was touching the spot from earlier. How long had he been doing that? How many times did he do that in front of Tweek? God, he felt like throwing up again. He swallowed the sudden overflow of saliva in his mouth and turned back to the blonde. “It’s, uh, noth…” he drifted off. Could he ask Tweek about the feeling? Would he know about the sudden bundle of nerves he would get practically out of the blue when being close to Butters? Does that happen with him and other people? Before he could stop it, he told him, “Hey, I have a question.” Tweek looked at him. “So, uh, I tried to ask Kenny but it… didn’t exactly work out. I, uh… How do I-?” He sighed, becoming frustrated with himself. “It started whenever I dropped Butters off on Tuesday. He-”

“Tweek!” Stan immediately stopped his explanation of the situation on his mind when the familiar, annoyingly nasally voice called out. The pair turned to the owner of the voice.

“Craig! What are you doing here?”

“We’re about to test out the hover toys we made outside.” He pointed towards the window. “Wanna watch?”

“Sure!” He turned back to Stan. “What were you going to ask?”

He opened his mouth but was quick to close it. Taking a small glance toward Craig who was watching him intensely, he shook his head. “Nothing, man. It’s not important.”

Tweek’s eyebrows knitted together. “Are you sure?”

Stan nodded. “Yeah. You’re good, man. You can go with Craig. I can wait.”

The look he gave Stan was uncertain, but he still began to grab all of his belongings. He stood up and leaned towards Stan, lowering his voice. “You- gnh- have my number, right?” Stan nods, noticing the harsh look given to him by the taller ravenette teen. “J-just call or text me and we can talk about it.” He gave him a smile before leaving with Craig.

Stan groaned once he saw the pair leave the building and let his forehead hit the table.

Fuck. Why did he say that? He really needed to get off his chest how he felt. He didn’t understand it and he didn’t like that. He wanted to know why he felt that way. He didn’t think he would last long without vomiting again.

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Tweek didn’t come back after he left, which didn’t help Stan at all. A part of him had hoped he would come back so he could finally tell him about it instead of waiting until he snapped. But today wasn’t that day, unfortunately.

The bell rang and Stan moved to grab his things, thanking Douglas for watching them for him as he did so. He made sure that he still had everything in his bag before leaving the library to go to his third class of the day, Regular Trigonometry.

This was another class where the teacher didn’t care much about what they did after they finished learning the new lesson of the day. All he had to do was shut up and make sure he made his notes understandable enough for his homework. Easy.

Their lesson of the day was a lengthy one, but after an hour or so, it had come to an end. Stan and his classmates received the homework for the lesson and were left to their own devices.

Stan didn’t want to work on the homework at the moment. He never did it when he got it anyways. Instead, he decided to look around to see if there was anyone he would bother talking to for the moment. The third familiar blonde of the day caught his eyes. Fuck it, why not? Maybe she could actually give him some advice for his ‘date.’  He stood from his seat with his pencil and notebook and walked over to the girl in question.

“Hey, Bebe.” 

She held up her newly manicured index finger at him as she finished writing down whatever number she construed. Once she was done scribbling them down, she tapped on her phone and pressed pause on whatever she was listening to. She looked up at him with a big smile as she pulled out her headphones from her ears. “Hi, Stannie!”

He motioned towards the empty spot beside her that held her bag. “Do you mind?”

“Yeah, sure.” She grabbed her bag and placed it nearby her feet as Stan sat down in the now available seat.

“Thanks…” He looked down at the sheet and drummed his pencil against the desk. “So…” He paused before sighing. “I… I think I need your help.”

“Okay!” She began to adjust her notebook and calculator on her desk. “Now, this lesson is kicking my ass, but I think I’m getting it.” She leaned closer to look at his sheet. “What do you need help with?”

“No, not with the work.”

“Oh,” She leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, nodding as if she suddenly understood. “I knew it. I knew the day would come.”

“For what?”

“To fix your greasy ass hair. God, do you know how much I have to hold myself back from holding you down and cleaning it? Seriously, Stan!”

“What? No!” He lifted his hand to touch some of the loose strands that peeked out from under his hat. She was right. “Okay, maybe it is, but that’s not why I need your help either.”

She rolled her eyes. “One of these days, Marsh.”

He rolled his own eyes in turn. “So, anyways, long story, short: I don’t know how I did it, but Tweek planned my entire ‘date’ with Butters.”

“You… wanted to take Butters on a date?”

He froze and after a moment, he slowly nodded. “Yes, I was going to take Butters on a date.”

She smirks. “Let me guess, Cartman’s idea,” she whispered.

He scoffed out a laugh but nodded as if to answer ‘yes’. “No, it was totally my idea.”

She laughs. “I gotcha, I gotcha. So you just want my advice, right?”

He nods. “Yeah, uh… what do I do?”

“For?”

“Like, while we’re there on the date together.”

“Stan… I’m a girl…”

“Yeah.”

“And I’m interested in men…”

“Yeah?”

“Stan, the answer I will give you is just advice on how to get him to like you enough to get laid.”

He felt his face become a dark shade of red. “No! I-I don’t-!”

She held up her finger again, making Stan immediately snap his mouth closed. “I know, I know. That’s the last thing you want. ” She gently tapped her chin as she pouted her lips and looked up in thought. “If I actually had to try to give you genuine advice… I’d say just… act like you usually do with him. Just treat as if you two are hanging out without the guys. You don’t have to romanticize it if you don’t want to. Take away everything with Cartman and it’s just two friends hanging out, right?” She shrugged. “It can also give you both time to actually talk to each other about everything without pressure from anyone else at this gossip-driven school.” She nodded to herself. “Damn, I should do this more often, I’m fucking good at this.”

Stan snorted out a laugh. “Sure.”

“You say it as if you don’t believe in me, Stannie. You’re so mean to-”

Out of the blue, she grabbed Stan’s face and contorted it to an awkward angle. “Ow, Bebe! What are you-”

“Sweetie, there’s nothing there. Why do you keep on rubbing it? It’s annoying me.”

She let go of his face and he rubbed his left cheek where her nails dug into his skin. “I don’t know. I just…” He began to think of Butters and the tingling came back. “It’s just bothering me, that’s it.” He rubbed at it again and practically had to force his hand away. “So, you just want me to throw out everything Cartman put in our heads for tomorrow night and just��� hang out.”

She snapped her fingers into a finger gun. “Exactly.”

He thought over it for a moment. Thinking of how much he had to do for the stupid date he had to sit through tomorrow. What she said… actually helped? He sighed and nodded to himself. “Okay… Okay, I think I got it. Thank you, Bebe.”

She smiled brightly. “You’re welcome, Stannie.” She grabbed her headphones and moved to place them back into her ears, but stopped. “Oh, and Stan, if you want to add ‘extra points’, wash your hair and look nice - decent, even. It’ll look like you're taking your ‘date’ seriously to him rather than half-assing it.”

“That just sounds like a sneaky way to actually make me ‘doll up’ for you.”

“Oh, you know it.”

He laughed. “Okay, just for you, Bebe.” 

She pumped her arm in triumph. “Yes!” The bell rang for the class to end. “Holy shit, already?” She and Stan began to grab their belongings before meeting each other at the door. “Are you ready for practice?” She asked him as they began to walk together to their next shared class.

He shrugged. “I think I got enough not to fuck up today, so I’ll call that a ‘win’ for now.”

“Stannie!” She whined.

“Bebe!” Stan mimicked her.

“Our concert is next week!”

“I know.”

“Please tell me that you’ll actually be ready for the concert.”

“I will, I will, don’t worry.”

They reached the choir room and Stan opened the door for them both with his free hand. Just as they walked in, he saw Tolkien setting up his own guitar for their practice. He looked up at them and immediately waved them over.

Stan walked over to him with Bebe in tow to find out what the teen had wanted.

“Hey, Tolkien.”

“Hi, Stan.” He nodded at the blonde. “Hi, Bebe. So, uh, could you tell me why I got a message from Tweek telling me to skip class tomorrow?”

Bebe raised an eyebrow at him asking him for an answer from him as well. 

Stan sighed. “I brought up the date in passing after I apologized to him and he insisted on helping out. Then he said that you and Nichole could help and then he just kept on going on and on about what to do. I tried to say ‘no,’ but he looked all determined, but murderous when I did. I’ve never seen him like that before, dude. It was scary as hell.”

Tolkien laughed. “Yeah, you can thank Craig for that. He’s been trying to get Tweek to go for things he likes. It’s wholesome but scary.”

“Tell me about it.”

The tardy bell rang and the sound of heels on tile immediately followed. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I want you to start preparing immediately. We only have so much time together. We’ll go through our problem songs first. Let’s go, let’s go!”

Stan dropped his bag onto the bleachers behind Tolkien. 

“I’m guessing I’m going to have to talk to Tweek about this, then.”

Stan pulled out his guitar and sat on the stool beside him. “You already know.”

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After school had ended, Stan said his goodbyes to his friends in his final class before stopping by the bathrooms to change into his uniform for another shift at work. He then had to wait for Butters in his car for him to finish showering from his Auto Repair Workshop Class. Though it had taken longer than it had last time, it was worth not seeing him almost freeze himself to death with the lack of clothing.

He dropped Butters off at his house before driving to his job, Mick’s Churros and Delights, and immediately headed inside. 

“Stan! Great, you’re here,” was the first thing he heard when he stepped inside the building. The manager, and owner, of the workplace, came from the back with a worried look on his face. “I have to go because of a family emergency. I’m leaving you in charge for the night. Clyde and Daisy should be coming in at any moment and I already have the next batch of goods in the oven with timers. If it’s slow, you can close early. Thank you.” He didn’t give Stan a chance to say anything before running out.

Stan sighed and slipped behind the counter to grab the drive-thru headset for the moment and to look at how long he needed to wait for until he needed to pull out the next batch of sweets for their night shift. After clocking in, he began to wait impatiently for his two co-workers to show up, not particularly happy to be the only one there to deal with people driving up or coming in just to give him attitude for a fucking churro.

After some time, a familiar “Hello, hello!” chimed along with the bell of the door.

Clyde popped up with his usual happy nature as he clocked in and Stan was more than glad to shove the headset he had in his hands and push him towards the designated register. “Stay,” he told him as if he were a learning puppy as he left to go check the schedule. It’s been thirty minutes past her time. Where the fuck was Daisy? He came back out to see Clyde already at work with a customer at the drive-thru. He walked to him and tapped his arm.

“Yes, sir, we do have unsugared churros. Yes… Okay, does everything look correct on the screen?” He looked at Stan to show he was listening.

“Daisy?”

He shrugged, mouthing ‘no clue.’ “Alright, your total is going to be 11.38. Thank you.” He moved past Stan and immediately started to grab the customers’ order.

“Fuck, so it’s just us two then because I have no fucking way to contact her and Mick left.” He looked at the order screen and grabbed the sauces for Clyde as he bagged up the order.

“Shit, man.” He grabbed the sauces from Stan and placed them in the bag before moving to meet the customer at the window. 

Stan and Clyde went back and forth between completing orders and meeting up with the customers within the span of three hours. Their desserts were slowly running out and so was their patience, especially Stan’s. After a very tiresome customer, Stan hit his head against the wall. “I might just close us early.” He looked at the brunette. “I don’t want to fucking stay if we’re understaffed with two people.”

Clyde nodded but looked a bit nervous. “Yeah, I get it, man.”

He pulled out his phone to text his manager to let him know of the situation but noticed a text from Tweek with a list of items he said he needed for tomorrow. He sighed at the message. He finally sent a text to Mick and turned to Clyde who was intensely staring at the few remaining churros. “Dude, wanna go to the store with me? I’ll buy you something.”

He had a look of excitement flash across his face. “Yeah, dude! Think you can drop me off home?”

Stan shrugged. “If you want me to.”

He smiled. “Awesome.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Stan shoved his phone into his pocket and moved to clock out.

“Now?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed the remaining churros and placed them in a bag for Clyde. “C’mon.” He began to make sure everything was properly shut down for the night before officially closing down the building. He handed Clyde the bag of extra churros as he enabled the alarm before making a beeline to go outside. As they stepped foot outside, they saw a few cars pull into the drive-thru. They shared a look and, choosing to ignore them, ran to Stan’s car. As they settled in, they made sure to drive past the line, laughing at them as they exited the parking lot. Stan drove them to the nearest grocery store, trying not to grimace too much at the lingering smell of churros on them.

After making it to the grocers, the two hopped back out of Stan’s car and made their way inside and grabbed a cart. It was quiet between them for the moment; Stan leading Clyde around the store as he nibbled on his churros. As they walked around and picked up specific items, Stan would glance down at his phone every now and then to make sure whatever he was grabbing was what Tweek wanted. The silence between them finally broke whenever they reached the aisle that held a large variety of chips.

“What do you even need all this for?” Clyde asked him, motioning towards the cart.

Stan hesitated. He slowly pulled a large bag of potato chips off the shelf. “I’m, uh, setting up something.”

Clyde bumped shoulders with him with a growing smirk. “For?”

“It’s something for… Butters…”

His face lit up. “Are you setting up a date~?” He asked very loudly.

Stan felt his face warm up. He hushed at him with a “Dude, shut up!” He didn’t know what was so different this time versus the rest of the day, but he felt embarrassed by the way Clyde said it to him. He looked back at the chips in his hands. “I… I guess you can say that, yeah.”

“Aw~! How cute!” Stan glared at him, which only got an awkward smile in return. He scratched the back of his neck as he reached for a bag of barbeque chips. “Ha ha, wasn’t that funny, Stan?”

“No.” He grabbed the chips from his hand, placing them in the cart before briskly walking off towards the fizzy drink section. It was silent between them once more, aside from Clyde’s low comments about how ‘cute’ the idea was… but Stan chose to ignore him as he did.

Stan looked down at the phone to see which soda to choose, but it wasn’t specific. He guessed it was free-range. He walked down the aisle and stopped when he saw the bright blue, red, and yellow he was looking for. He wrinkled his nose at the fruit punch soda that he knew the platinum blonde was fond of, not particularly fond of it himself. He pulled it off the shelf, along with a drink he knew he would like for himself. Clyde picked up a single bottle of soda for himself and placed it in the cart alongside his chips.

After going down the list on his phone one last time to make sure he was all set, he motioned for Clyde to follow as he went to the front where a cashier was already available for them. The two teens began to place all the different food items on the conveyor belt for the girl in front of them who looked like she was ready to pass out. Once they finished, they stood back and waited for the girl to finish up on her end. 

“So…” Clyde spoke up again, making Stan grimace. “Is it going to be like a romantic dinner with, like, a movie or-”

“Clyde, if you don’t shut up, I’m not buying you shit.”

A look of terror flashed across his face. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“I would, now shut up, will you?”

There was a silence between once again aside from the slow beep of the employee scanning their items. “But,” Clyde spoke up again, making Stan look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “If you two kiss, you gotta tell me.”

Stan’s eyes widened, before narrowing. “Dude, shut the fuck up.”

Clyde began to laugh, pointing at him. “Oh my God, man! Your face is priceless!”

He pushed him, making him double over as he laughed harder, and turned to the girl scanning out their items. He pointed at the barbeque chips. “You can take these off.”

The brunette immediately stopped laughing. “No!”  He put his hands out to stop the girl from reaching out to take them. “Not my chips!”

Stan nodded. “You’re right.” He pointed at the bottle of Dr. Pepper. “He doesn’t want the soda.” 

Clyde whined as the girl grabbed the soda and set it off to the side. Now that made him shut up.

Once all their items were bagged they placed everything back into the cart and left the store. They headed to Stan’s car and made quick work of putting everything into the backseat of the car. Once they were finished, Stan turned on his car and waited for Clyde to return after offering to put back the cart.

He hopped inside and Stan began to drive them home. It continued to stay silenced between them for half the ride, but Clyde ruined it once again. Stan was sure he had a problem with it being a little too quiet.

“Why did you take away my soda?”

He sighed. “Because you wouldn’t shut the fuck up, Clyde.”

“But you two are cute together. You could be the next Tweek and Craig! I mean, come on! The happy, ‘buddy-buddy’ blonde with the pessimistic douche of SPH.” This made Stan glare at the brunette, but it didn’t stop him from talking. He gasped and continued on. “And today I heard you two kissed today! Do you know how-”

“We did not kiss!” He was beginning to feel light-headed.

“Whoa, man. You don’t have to yell at me. I'm just saying that it would be cute to see you two together.”

“I’m not gay! That won’t fucking happen.”

“Neither am I, but if you gotta kiss a bro, you gotta kiss a bro, you know.” Stan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I mean, some people have told me and Tolkien that we would be a cute couple, and, hm, I don’t think either of us yelled at them.” There was a sarcastic bite to his tone.

Stan wanted to just drive his car into one of the passing lamp posts and hope for the worst. “Clyde, shut up…”

“I really don’t understand why you’re mad. I just said what my opinion was. It isn’t my fault that you have such a fragile masculinity to see things like I do.”

“I don’t-” He huffed angrily. “I’m mad because you keep calling me gay!”

“Dude, not once did I say you were gay. What I said was a joke!”

“I don’t give a shit if it was a joke or not Clyde! I’m seriously pissed off about everything with Butters and people like you are making it worse!”

He scoffed. “I’m making it worse?”

“Yes!”

“Fine.” He crossed his arms and began to pout like a child. 

The rest of their ride was silent with the atmosphere heavy. After some time, he pulled in front of Clyde’s house and parked his car. “Get the fuck out of my car.”

He huffed. “Geez, you seriously can’t take a joke.” There was a pause in their ‘conversation’ as Clyde moved to get out. He grabbed his belongings and clutched his chips in his hands as if it was his last lifeline. He moved to close the door but stopped to lean down to look at Stan again. “Hey, Stan?”

“What?”

He tried stifling an upcoming laugh. “I’m guessing you can’t take a dick like you can’t take a joke, huh?”

Before Stan could respond, he slammed the door closed and bolted to the front door faster than Stan has ever seen before.

That fucking asshole.

[smut-n-more]

                  ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ  Day 12  ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

                  ⋆˚🐾˖°Clyde x Tolkien⋆˚🐾˖°

     Frottage/Sensory Deprivation/Humiliation

"No no no Tolkien don't make me-" Clyde whines, trying to yank free from the leash, the blindfold fully blocking his vision and handcuff keeping him from properly fighting back. Clyde drags his feet and tries to move the opposite direction, not wanting to be forced from the car. 

"You gave consent, Clue, come on now, you'll like it. It's just like those ladies getting off on those cams- but a screen won't separate us from them." Toilken tugged the leash, Clyde, completely nude and in a chastity cage stumbled along blindly- he could hear music for the small house party where his friends would be- from Craig and Tweek to even Kyle and Stan. Everyone would be there and see his boyfriend get him off- they already teased him enough for being a cry baby. They'd tease him for this too.

"I can't do this-" Clyde's face burnt bright red and his legs shook under him as he was forced through the door, tripping over the entryway and rug. 

"I brought some entertainment." Toilken says Clyde can almost hear the grin on his face- that damn grin, Toilken was proud of him- proud to show him off. 

"Oh shit you brought Clyde?"

Kyle- that was Kyle. Clyde had to admit, Kyle was cute- that pretty long hair that was always tied back into a ponytail. 

"Dude he looks like a whore- what the hell?"

That was Stan- no wait, Eric maybe? 

"Yeah. He's the entertainment for the night. We're gonna put on a little show." Toilken gives a slight tug to the leash, making Clyde, who had settled to his knees fall forward slightly.

"Open up" Toilken hums as he unzips his pants, hitting his hard cock on Clydes tongue. This was his favorite part. 

Clyde leaned forwards and eagerly sucked, taking as much as he could. Toilken was 8.5 and Clyde was a fucking wimp, too scared to try and take it all. He never did and Toilken understood. But tonight was a special night and Clyde could not disappoint. His eyes widened when Toilken grabbed his hair and forced Clyde all the way down. Clyde gags and chokes as spit runs out of his mouth and he tries to get free from the grip, tears running down his face. Toilken held him there for a few minutes. 

Toilken let's go,"Atta boy Clyde." He pats Clyde's head, who blindly leans into the touch before gasping as he feels warm liquid hit his cheek,

"kenny goddamn it-" Stan groans,"Have some decency!"

"I ain't holding back when there's a cute whore on their knees in front of me."

Toilken takes a moment to wipe the cum off Clyde before setting down and pulling Clyde onto his lap, unlocking the chastity cage and sending a surge of excitement down Clyde's spine.

It takes a few moments but Toilken manages to grasp them both in one hand before starting to Stroke. Clyde tries to thrust into Token's hands but someone forces his hips down.

"Thanks Kyle." Toilken grins, slowly moving his hand, letting everyone hear how whiney Clyde could get. They never believed him anyways. Without his sight, CLyde had almost completely forgotten a whole crowd was watching him. He was too busy feeling Token's hand on their dicks.

"'m close-'m close!" Clyde cries out trying to escape Kyle's hold on his hips and thrust up into the stimulation, desperate to release to have the feeling of Tolkien's cum spill onto them before his own did. 

Clyde sobs and his back arcs as cum squirts all over them, Tolkien's orgasm quickly coming afterwards. 

After letting Clyde calm down, Toilken slips the blindfold off, gently hugging Clyde to him. 

[summ3rg4l]

HIII I was wondering if you could do some Craig x reader dating hcs?💕(some smut too but only if you feel comfortable <3)

Sorry it took me literally forever to write this 😭😭😭

Cw/Tw: None

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Relationship:: Established relationship

Note:: I didn’t feel in the mood to write the smut part but I might some other day sorry. Also if you want to request anything please read the pinned post on my blog!

Reader pronouns:: She/her

Type:: Just fluffy headcannons!

Craig Tucker—★

When I look at Craig he seems like the type of person to bite reader for no reason (thats probably why his teeth are fucked up). He would be cuddling with you and then you suddenly him bite your shoulder.

He loves it when you flip him off after he flips you off. Like you ate one of his fries or something then you get the middle finger but you do it back, got him thinking “yep she’s the one.”

He gets jealous sometimes but he’d just ignore you and go pout in a corner till you ask what’s wrong, but even then he wouldn’t tell you so you’d have to push

If you buy/make little outfits for stripe he will literally marry you right then and there

Let’s be fr Craig is a bully so he’d be covered in bruises and cuts so you have to be his personal doctor <3

If you wear makeup he would want to watch you put it on but call you dumb for wearing it. He’s constantly asking what stuff is

“What is that tube of clear stuff? It looks dumb.”

“The lip gloss???”

You share your stuff with him but he doesn’t let you lay a finger on his

He would be shy to kiss you because of his braces but after you two date for a while he would give you little pecks all over your face for no real reason 🥹

Craig really reminds me of a cat so he would knock over stuff that’s just sitting there

*Knocks over water bottle*

“Why did you do that?”

“Why not?”

He likes to hold your hand when you guys are walking somewhere in public. He gotta make sure people know you’re taken 😈💪💪

He’ll come up behind you and give you a hug then lay his head on your shoulder and whisper something like “I missed you.”

He’s not really a nickname kinda guy. He wouldn’t care if you gave him one but the best he could do is “honey”

He’s surprisingly good at comforting you. You could be crying about anything and he’d instantly make you feel better

He’s actually pretty romantic! He’d pull up to your house with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day

“These are for you honey.”

“I’m allergic to it roses.”

“…”

Before you guys get together he would talk about you to his friends ALL THE TIME

“If (name) was my girlfriend I’d be sooo happy..”

[chrolloluvr]

Introduction & Masterlist:

Hi guys!! My name is Charlotte, and I write mostly headcannons, and sometimes stories! So feel free to request, and I may get something done!

My main focus's are South Park and Helluva Boss.

I write smut, fluff, angst, etc.

I will write for Female!Reader & GenderNeutral!Reader, and exclusively AFAB. I will not write AMAB & Male!Reader (Sorry!!) I will automatically write Female!Reader , unless you request otherwise.

I will not write anything to do with poop/buttholes basically, and no incest!

Requests are currently open, I will mostly take headcannons about characters & relationship headcannons at the moment.

I will write for all female characters, but I will not write smut, just platonically and romantically.

Fandoms & People I write for (Bolded and *'s are favorites, more in depth hcs):

South Park (aged up) ⭐

-Eric Cartman

-Kyle Brovlofski

-Stan Marsh

-Kenny Mccormick

-Craig Tucker

-Tweek Tweak

-Clyde Donovan

-Butters Stotch

-Etc.

Hazbin Hotel

-Alastor**

-Vox

-Angel dust (No smut, GenderNeutral only)

-Lucifer**

-Adam**

-Husk

-Valentino (No smut)

-Multiple

Helluva Boss ⭐

-Fizzaroli

-Paimon**

-Blitzo

-Stolas (GenderNeutral only)

-Asmodeus

-Mammon**

-Striker

-Etc.

Tokio Hotel

-Bill Kaulitz**

-Tom Kaulitz**

-Georg Listing

-Gustav Schaefer

Hunter x Hunter

-Illumi**

-Chrollo

-Uvogin**

-Shalnark

-Feitan

-Phinks

-Franklin

-Nobunaga

-Silva

-Etc.

Upcoming Works

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•Introduction•

Request Status: CLOSED

•About Me•

Hello! My name is Rina, and i’m starting a South Park writing blog!

This is my first time actually writing without going anonymous, so bear with me!

Depending on how busy I might be, requests might be fulfilled either quickly or late. (Please don’t rush me!)

I am an adult in college, so just keep that in mind!

Of course, I will be saying MDNI but there’s no way I can for sure get rid of all minors, so read at your own risk.

•Requesting Info•

Of course there are going to be rules for requesting, so please read these and keep them in mind when Requesting!

What I write:

South Park (Aged Up)

Fluff

Angst (Maybe)

Smut

Yandere

Dark Themes etc. (Some only, some requests might make me uncomfortable!)

Both South Park Games (FBW & SOT)

Headcannons

Oneshots

Alphabets (NSFW, Yandere, etc)

Max 4 Characters on a request. (Make a separate request for more characters please!)

Who I write for:

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny Mccormick

Eric Cartman

Butters Stotch

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Wendy Testaburger

More added soon!

What I don’t write:

Extreme Non-con, Rape, etc.

Piss & Scat kinks, food kinks, knife play, pregnant sex, phone play, toys (Thin ice), mommy & daddy kinks, etc.

Extreme Gore (Gore is Allowed!)

Racism, Homophobia, Sexism, etc.

Male Reader (Sorry! Gender Neutral and Female is what i’m comfortable with.)

Specific Characteristics (Some are okay, but I want everyone to be able to read my work!)

Character x Character (Poly with Reader is fine!)

•Links & Extra•

Masterlist (lmk if it takes you out on mobile!)

Yandere Alphabet (not my work, credits to original writer)

Smut Alphabet (not my work, credits to original writer)

Prompts (WIP)

Anon Claims: ⚡️anon

[devilish-blue]

~Devilish Smoke Shoppe~

Hi you smokin' pervs, i'm Devilish or Blue, and i am here to fulfill whatever horny, angsty, or fluffy needs you have. Everything you guys are about to see is everything i will do, so eat your guys' gross little hearts out <33

Fandoms/Things i will write:

Anime's:

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Kiba Inuzuka

Kakashi Hatake

Gaara

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Sai

Asuma Sarutobi

Tsunade Senju

Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Hinata Hyuga

Temari

TenTen

Haikyuu:

Karasuno:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Nishinoya Yu

Koshi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura

Asahi Azumane

Kiyoko Shimizu

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa Tooru

Iwazumi Hajime

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

Nekoma:

Lev Haiba

Sō Inuoka

Kenma Kozume

Taketora Yamamoto

Morisuke Yaku

Tetsuro Kuroo

Shiratorizawa:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Tsutomu Goshiki

Satori Tendō

Eita Semi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Fukurodani:

Haruki Komi

Akinori Konoha

Keiji Akashi

Kōtarō Bokuto

Inarizaki:

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

Suna Rintaro

Aran Ojiro

Shinsuke Kita

Misc.:

Keishin Ukai

Ittetsu Takeda

Kiyoomi Sakusa

TV Shows:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Cobra Kai:

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri Alexpoulos

Tory Nichols

Samantha LaRusso

Riverdale:

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Toni Topaz

Cheryl Blossom

South Park (Aged up (COLLEGE) and/or Post Covid!):

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Eric Cartman

Tolkien Black

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Big Mouth:

Judd Birch

Human Resources:

Maury Beverley

Connie LaCienega

Emmy Fairfax

Rochelle Hillhurst

Mona

Pete Doheny

Youtubers/Streamers:

Youtubers:

Sam and Colby

Markiplier

CoryXKenshin

EddieVR

JuicyFruitSnacks

JoshDub

Mully

YourNarrator

Streamers:

Quackity

Jschlatt

Sapnap

KarlJacobs

Slimecicle

Foolishgamers

Horror Characters:

Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Laughing Jack

My Do's And Don'ts:

Do's:

Kinks

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Don'ts:

Spam me

Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.

Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.

OKAY so now that you guys know everything, basically, you can request it because i honestly can't think of anything on my own. ALSO i am looking to do commissions, if you are interested then please let me know <33 Smoke your pervy little hearts out <33

[lost-walmartbag]

These are all the links to my South Park fanfics. I hope this is laid out well. These are what all the symbols next to some of the links mean.

♡ - Mild nsfw

◇ - Full nsfw

● - Completed series

○ - Ongoing series

☆ - One shot

Many fics or chapters may not have a symbol next to them, but this does not mean they don't contain mature topics. I put warnings before every chapter so you'll know what it has.

All characters are over 18 unless stated otherwise

These fics are sorted by character

If you don't see a character you want a fic for let me know

Asking for nsfw content is okay

Kyle Broflozski

-College AU- ●

01 02: 'So it's a date?' 03: 'How'd it go?' ♡ 04: 'Official' 05: 'Good Morning' ◇ 06: 'Fantasy'

-Peace by your side- ○

Prologue 01 02 03

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Kyle Broflozski Part 1: Cartman, Stan, Kyle Chubby reader smut-shot ◇

Stan Marsh

-Cheating story S1- ●

01: 'How's that for an autograph?' ◇ 02: 'Guilt' 03: 'Who was it?' ◇ 04: 'It isn't you' 05: 'Don't go'

-Stan x reader S2- ○

01: 'Sarah' 02: 'Missed calls' 03: Meeting 04: Barging in 05: Do you? 06: More than happy 07: Game Plan 08: Pickups and unloads

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Stan Marsh 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

Kenny McCormick

-Ex story- ●

01: Or not 02: Jealousy 03: Mistake 04: Ice cold loneliness 05: Hangover Breakfast 06: I'm here 07: No expense 08: Peace

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Kenny Mccormick 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Butters/ Marjorine x readers

-Marjorine x reader- ●

01: What is my name? 02: Leo? 03: Rejection therapy 04: As terrifying as it might be 05: The plan 06: Can we talk 07: Out 08: Funeral

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Butters Stotch 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Craig Tucker x readers

-Sleepover series- ○

01: 'I hate you' 02: 'Sleepover' ◇ 03: 'Plus one' ◇

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Craig Tucker 03: Craig, Tweek, Tolkien

Scott Tenorman

-Bound- ○

01 02 03 - coming soon

Cartman x readers

-First impressions-

01: Good thing 02: Potato salad 03: Plastic 04: Night out 05: Friends 06: Time

-One-shots-

Prom with Eric Cartman 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

Other characters

-Prom series- ☆

Prom with Tweek Tweak Prom with Tolkien Black Prom with Clyde Donovan Prom with Clyde pt2 Prom with Pete Thelman Prom with Jimmy Valmer

-SP characters as dads- ☆

04: Jimmy, Ike, Kevin

-Headcanons- ☆

Clyde headcanons

This may change so if something is off look back here for updates as fics continue and conclude and new fics start. thank you for the support it means a lot 🩷

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MASTERLIST

SERIES love is war , sp dating sim

MAIN FOUR main four trying to get your attention [headcanons] main four w male!reader at a party [story?? im not sure wtf this is]

STAN MARSH

KYLE BROFLOVSKI innocent!reader [smut] kyle x fem!reader [smut] crushing on reader [smut] strong fem reader [headcanons] first time eating out [smut headcanons] kyle w reader who slaps his ass [headcanons] black cat [headcanons] kyle getting caught beating it [smut]

ERIC CARTMAN

KENNY MCCORMICK general headcanons [alphabet]

BUTTERS SCOTCH

CRAIG TUCKER craig crushing on reader [headcanons/oneshot]

CLYDE DONOVAN

TOLKIEN BLACK

TWEEK TWEAK fluff [alphabet]

JIMMY VALMER

WENDY TESTABURGER wendy x fem!reader [smut]

BEBE STEVENS

RANDY MARSH randy marsh x parent!reader [headcanons]

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This is a blog on South Park, The Amazing Digital Circus, and talented actors that is only for people who are 18+. If you are below the age of 18 or an ageless blog you will be blocked. Copying, Taking Credit, or Translating any of my stories is an act of copyright and you will be reported. None of the fictional characters on this blog are mine and all belong to Comedy Central, Gooseworx, and GLITCH. I do not take credit for any of the characters on this blog unless they are ones I have created.

On This Blog - I do characters x reader (fem/gn) in standard relationships or poly relationships. I will also take anons as long as I know your age or that you are at least above the age of 18. All characters on this blog are aged up appropriately.

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South Park🚸 -

Kyle Broflovski [most popular request!]

Stan Marsh

Shelly Marsh

Ike Broflovski

Goth Stan

Kenny McCormick

Princess Kenny

Eric Cartman

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Tolkien Black

Butters Stotch

Wendy Testaburger

The Amazing Digital Circus🎪 -

Caine

Human Caine

Jax

Ragatha

Kinger

Pomni

Zooble

Gangle

Kaufmo

Extras🎭 -

Joe Keery ex: Steve Harrington

Timothée Chalamet ex: Elio, Paul, Kyle

Harold Ramis ex: Egon Spengler

Rick Moranis ex: Seymour, Louis

Matthew Broderick ex: Ferris Bueller

Michael Biehn ex: Kyle, Johnny

I will write for any of the characters these actors have played in movies as well as themselves.

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Genres -

Fluff 🌸

Smut 🍂

Angst 🥀

Headcannons🪻

Song based fics🌻

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Anons -

None

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Mutuals -

@kirishima339 @liz-stxrn @bannnasworld @turnertable @thiscrying @c-themoon @saternlove @dontdeafopeninside @ringa-starr @minimuffin69

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Links -

Masterlist-Here!

Taglist-Here!

Stan Marsh PlaylistPt.1-Here!

Stan Marsh PlaylistPt.2-Here!

Love PlaylistPt.1-Here!

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Requests Open <3

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