#Kenny McCormick hcs

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Listen up, what if...

Transmasc Kenny, who is dysphoric about his voice so he makes it muffled on purpose

Transmasc Kenny, who wears his parka to make his body less curvy and femenine

Transmasc Kenny, who cut his own hair when he was 4 and (expectedly) made a huge mess, so he started wearing his hood up to avoid anyone seeing it

Transmasc Kenny, who's been going by his name since he was a little kid, mostly as a nickname until people wouldn't know his legal name

Transmasc Kenny, who purposefully picked home ec because he thought he'd be forced there like Wendy was (and also because he liked it and didn't wanna get killed at shop class but yk)

Transmasc Kenny, who the teachers didn't see as a girl at all to the point they didn't even look at his legal papers and directly put him in shop class

Transmasc Kenny, who was upset by this but also so reassured because it meant he passed so well

Transmasc Kenny, whose friends have no idea he's trans, not because he hides it but because they didn't ask

Transmasc Kenny, who still enjoys dressing as Princess Kenny just because it's fun

Transmasc Kenny, who does and says all that hypersexualised straight stuff because nobody would think a girl would say that

Transmasc Kenny, who uses Mysterion as an excuse to practice making his voice lower

Transmasc Kenny :)

[venusloveslobotomies]

Kenny, Kyle and Butters w a shy/ s/o

Kyle

Kyle’s such a sweetie omg. He’s so defensive about you and always protects you from any mean comments anyone might make.

I feel like he’d also be pretty private about relationships, so you guys would always have dates at home or go on walks in the forest instead of restaurants.

He definitely had to ask you out. No question. He would’ve been so careful and sweet so that he didn’t freak you out. Totally romantic too. Probably gave you flowers and everything.

People question how the hell you two work? Hot headed and stubborn and the shy, sweet person? They don’t know how but you guys still get along so well.

You guys always cuddle at home. In privacy, he’s so gentle with you and always asks for permission to do anything. He does get more confident later in the relationship, as do you.

Study dates!!! In the public library though, not the school one. It’s a lot quieter.

He knows your coffee order and bring you coffee before classes.

Kenny

Kenny is someone who for sure takes you out of your comfort zone. He’s got a lot of personality when you get to know him.

Loves showing you off. Always holding your hand or your waist. It probably makes you feel grounded and safe though.

He’s such a protective guy fr. He tends to keep you away from Cartman and Craig’s gang just because he isn’t sure how nice they’ll be to you. You’ve hung out with Butters, Kyle and Stan a fair bit though!

I think he likes how shy you are because it means he never has to be jealous of other guys.

Definitely walks you home. I think you guys spend a lot of time at your place, cooking or watching TV.

You guys probably share headphones in class or while studying. He likes to lean his head on your shoulder when he’s not writing notes.

You were so nervous about meeting Karen but she loves you and Kenny brings her around as much as possible. You’re probably happy to play with her or help her with schoolwork.

Butters

What can I say, he’s a darling. Always flaunting you to everyone. Taking you out on nice dates all the time, etc.

His parents actually probably like you since you’re so soft-spoken and do your best to be likeable. They probably think you’re a good influence on him.

You guys probably message all night and then are exhausted in class.

Like Kyle, he knows your coffee order and brings you coffee everyday.

He definitely insists on always paying for everything. (He’s broke but he loves making you happy)

Will always notice if you’re getting anxious and does his very best to comfort you. Holds your hand ALWAYS in public. Even if his friends are assholes about it.

Completely dedicated to you. One of his female friends makes you insecure? Blocked on everything, no contact ever again. Maybe he overcompensates a bit, but he means the best for you.

[kwnnys]

— kyle, eric, & kenny w a dirty minded reader (platonic) !

hcs : g/n reader a/n : this idea was haunting my mind and I js had to write it 😓😓 also I originally wanted to add stan but I had no ideas for him sorry 😭😭 warning(s) : nsfw mentions

— kyle broflovski

DUDE IS TIRED OF YOUR SHIT.

you and cartman are the reason why hes this close to going insane

you love bothering him with silly jokes that make his face as red as his hair, bursting out laughing as he pinches the bridge of his nose

especially in public. you two would be sitting beside each other in the assembly hall when you randomly get a dirty thought. grinning evilly as you whisper said thought in the gingers ear.

his head will immediately cock towards you and he'll give you the most DISGUTING and STANKIEST expression known to man.

you only laugh it off.

you also like to bother him with 'does the carpet match the drapes?' questions, to which he always refuses to answer.

physically gags whenever he sees you staring at some person all drooly.

you draw dicks on his homework when he isn't looking. in pen.

— eric cartman

one of the few people that actually tolerates your shitty humor.

he snorts at most of your jokes, and he considers you as his 3rd best friend after butters and kenny.

you two like tag teaming against stan and kyle whenever they get TOO close, much to the disappointment of the duo.

"I love you, kyle" "I love you too, dude" "jesus, why don't you two go and makeout at this point." "yeah, grind on each others dick while you're at it!"

usually ignores you when your gawking at some hot person, but occasionally tells you to shut up.

he does get annoyed sometimes when you're restless and joke around too much for one day.

HATESS whenever you make jokes about his mom. will literally throw hands and tell on you.

calls you a horny virgin

used to rip on you 24/7 till you 'jokingly' said you were into it.

— kenny mccormick

the most iconic duo ever.

the only person that understands you and your dirty mind 😞

you guys CONSTANTLY ogle at random hot people, whispering and giggling to each other as said person just stares at you two in concern.

you both also exchange playboy magazines all the time. and you two are hella sketchy when doing so.

"got the goods, ken?" "yeah, got it right here"

the group thought you were doing drugs at first tbh.

you and kenny are always fueling dumb ideas and questions into each others minds

you two are also each others wingman/wingwoman 🤝

you guys made a pact a few years ago that if at 35 you were both still single, you'd get married

jokes about who has the bigger dick constantly (even funnier if you're afab)

kenny is probably the kind of guy to moan randomly during class, you both think its the funniest shit ever.

you guys like to buy flavored lube and rate it. probably also fed it to cartman once telling him it was some candy.

[thiscrying]

Bad idea!

Kenny Mccormick x F!reader

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➟ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: NSFW, aged up characters!!!

➟ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: "darling, are you ready for more?"

➟ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Kenny Mccormick x F!reader

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You had an ex from three years ago, who you never really got over and was constantly on your mind, you had sex a few times after breaking up but he never really seemed to care about it.

It was almost 3 am and you miss him really bad, you even consider calling him but thinks about it and thinks this might be a bad idea.

With a joint and your phone in your hands, you take a hit and think about Kenny, his soft lips and the way his body felt on top of you.

Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if I called him, right? you wanted him, you desired him. Deep down you knew it wasn't going to stop so soon.

As soon as you click the call button, you feel a slight regret rising in your brain, it was too late to come back now. You're completely pulled out of your thoughts with a husky voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey sugar tits"

Oh lord.

Maybe i was just calling him to satisfy a late night craving, like i always did. This all started when i was drunk and decided to call him.

It was a bad idea to think I could stop.

"Hey kenny, i was wondering if you could come over"

"On my way, but what makes you call me this late at night, hm?"

"You'll see." You said and then hung up.

He knew what you wanted, and you also knew that you missed him more than you should, you would have walked away if his sex wasn't so strong, in fact the best you've ever had.

After a few minutes, Kenny shows up at your door, giving you a slow kiss. Wasting no time, he carries you to the bedroom.

"You look so pretty moaning my name with my cock in your mouth. I missed you." Says Kenny looking at you and approaching, he licks his lips and looks at you from top to bottom.

You both knew that you shouldn't be doing that, but what was the use of getting so far and everything ending up in vain?

Without thinking too much, Kenny quickly threw you against the wall while you stared at his beautiful ocean eyes, pressing your bodies against each other and putting your knees between your thighs. Without hesitation, your lips collide and the blonde asks for passage with his hands to your neck. Gently, Kenny pulls you to the bed, getting on top of you. How could he attract me like that? I really don't know and honestly? That was my last concern

"Look at you... so pretty. I'm gonna make you look like a mess, absolutely ruin you, slut." He said, and took one last look at the bottom of my eyes. Before you even think, you were already kissing once again, you quickly have a vague memory that you had sworn to yourself that you would never even look to Kenny's eyes again, you wouldn't make that mistake again. But as long as you were together, nothing really mattered, you both just wanted your bodies together again. Fuck, why did he have to be so goddamn hot?

You couldn't stop, not so soon, you were addicted to each other's bodies and maybe even wondering how you got there, anyway, fuck everything, I just want him on top of me now.

Kenny puts his hand under your shirt, giving a slight lift in your bra, thus giving way to his hands that, in turn, played with your hard pierced nipples. His kisses became more intense and went down to your neck, varying between kisses and hickeys as he started undressing you.

For a brief moment, it crossed my mind and I found that there was a reason why I always made the same mistakes: He was addictive. A fucked up drug that made me want more, and honestly? I would die of a happy overdose if Kenny were the cause. I'd always went back to him, in the end of the day.

"Show me how much you want me, how much you missed me." he said, running his pale, cold hands over your body, sending shivers all over you.

"Try not to moan too loudly, babe." He declared grabbing my thighs and kissing the inside of them, pushing my legs apart and running his fingers all over my skin, causing goosebumps all over my body. "I don't want everyone to hear my girl moaning, I'm kind of selfish in that sense."

He says, as he pushed away the last piece of clothing I had left and introduced his fingers into my cunt. My mind turned into a complete white and I could only think about how much I wanted that boy to fuck me.

My moans echoed through the room as he licked my clit. "M-more Ken, I want more."

You felt a smirk as Kenny introduced another finger into you, you felt your whole body electric and it didn't take long for your orgasm to spread throughout your body, making your legs shake.

You knew it was a bad idea needing him so late.

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HEY BITCHESS!!! IM BACK 😈

This was inspired by @kenny-the-ken and @n0tangeliccc

They're both amazing writers, check on their profile

Sorry this is short! I'm trying to improve! 💞

[justakennyoshi]

The silly

[mightbemod]

Finished southpark the fractured but whole and decided to draw my faves!

I have no idea how i pulled this art style out my ass, drawing with a mouse really makes the difference i think. but i think redrawing some screencaps with this style would be SO cute

[buttery-chaos]

🧡 favorite colors💙

[saprozoicworm]

little comic based on the hc that his body changes each time he comes back,, this is for you anon

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

Twenny

[everythingwasnormalhere]

I'm never gonna shut up about Karen getting Kenny's parka when it's too small for him

Like, imagine him just leaving it in his wardrobe because it doesn't fit anymore and Karen finding it and taking it without him noticing

And Kenny going to pick up Karen from school and finding her wearing it and having so many mixed feelings because it's his but Karen looks so good and comfy in it and eventually he decides to tell her nothing about it...and Karen just keeps it since then

And the girls at her school laughing at her because it's old and dirty asf (Kenny never washed it and Karen won't either), and her simply ignoring them like the absolute queen she is

And Karen hiding in it whenever she's feeling bad and Kenny's not around, because it makes her feel safe and like he's comforting her

Just. I have so many thoughts about this I love Karen sm

[venusloveslobotomies]

Kyle + Kenny first hang out

Kyle

Walking into your lab, you can’t help but internally cringe, remembering that awkward first moment when you spoke to Kyle Broflovski. And now you were fated to spend every lab with him for the rest of the year. You weren’t sure whether to cry or jump for joy.

You dropped your books at the bench with Kyle and he looked up from his notes.

“Hi Y/N. Did you finish all the pre-notes yet? I’m still catching up.”

“Almost! I wasn’t able to concentrate last night.” You replied before mentally backtracking. Yeah, not able to concentrate cause you were going through every scenario of this class.

“Oh, how come?” He seemed genuinely curious but you stuttered your response.

“Oh, uhhh. Loud neighbours. Gave me a headache, y’know.” He nodded in response, continuing to bounce his gaze between you, his textbook and his notes.

The instructor began, “Alright listen up, we’re doing a rundown of our syllabus for this semester and then we’re starting off with a histological stain. So, take out your books and we’ll write out our syllabus.”

You and Kyle took notes quietly next to each other before getting up and moving the stools to get your bench ready for the sample and slides.

“Alright you’re gonna need to take your sample and immerse it in the solution. This is going to preserve your sample permanently and keep it as life-like as possible.”

Kyle began performing the first step for the both of you. You couldn’t help but admire his careful work and the look of concentration on his face. It wasn’t a difficult prac by any means, but he was a perfectionist. The way his eyes squinted slightly and his mouth stayed slightly open in a frozen expression of effort was somehow beautiful. When he looked at you, once completing the fixation, you snapped abruptly from your stupor and quickly darted your eyes to the instructions.

“Uhmm, uhh. Ok, we now have to get the ethanol and dehydrate our sample.” You ignored Kyle’s (embarrassed) smile in the background. You poured the ethanol over your sample and took it to the instructor to have it saved while it dehydrated until the next class.

“Ok everyone! Once you’re done with the first step of embedding your sample, just continue filling our your notes for the prac until noon, then you can all go.”

You returned the bench and got back to filling out your notes.

“So, uhh. Do you want to maybe catch up on the pre-notes together, We can meet at the coffee shop around the corner? Or just go after this class? If you don’t have another class, I mean.” You looked at Kyle and noticed how shaky his voice had become.

“Oh! Yeah! I like that place. I don’t have another class after this.”

“Ok, it’s a date! Well… no! Not a date! Just uhh-“

“I know what you mean.” You giggled and watched the pink grow on his cheeks. You both finished up your notes and when the clock hit 12, you packed up your books and walked out of class together.

Kenny

hey Y/N, what time do you wanna catch up? i havent got anything on tonight.

- k

hi kenny! i’m just finishing up my notes. you can come over around 7?

kool, whats ur coffee order?

- k

just vanilla cold brew, please! ill send you my address and just come whenever you want.

Something about meeting Kenny outside of school made you bounce your leg in anxiety. You’d never even spoken to him before this English class. And now this guy, who had a a reputation (even if it was all just rumors) of playing with girls’ hearts. He seemed chill enough though, if not a little jumpy.

Talk about jumpy, the way your heart bounced into your throat once the knock on your door came. You jumped up and opened the door. Kenny stood awkwardly outside, juggling two coffees and multiple paper bags.

“Let me help you!” You rushed forward to grab the coffees and he moved past you into the living room.

“Thanks. I was about to drop those!” He dropped the paper bags on the coffee table. You followed and placed the coffees down carefully.

“So, did you wanna talk through the slides while you write the notes?”

“Yeah, that works!” He offered you a blueberry muffin and you took it, gratefully. You took a bite while opening your laptop to pull up the notes he’d missed.

“Ok, so that class, we talked about the second part of ethical decision-making. That’s actions…”

“Jesus, I’m exhausted!” Kenny yawned and stretched, leaning back against the couch. You also rubbed your eyes, understanding his energy. “What time is it?”

“About 9:30!” You were surprised when you looked at your phone. Granted, you’d spent a good amount of time debating the actual points and then you’d spilled your coffee on the carpet and had to make a mad dash for the paper towels.

You were genuinely surprised at how articulate and intelligent Kenny was. He made good arguments and expressed them ever better. You reckoned he could win about any debate. He also seemed genuinely interested in your thoughts, again, a part of why your studying had dragged out so long.

“Hey, do you want pizza? I’ll buy.” You even surprised yourself with your question. He blushed a bit.

“Here? Now?”

“Well, yeah, if you want to. I’ll order it. It’s late for you to go home for dinner. I’m sorry I kept you so long.”

“No! You really helped me! I’d love to stay for pizza.” You smiled and clicked on the TV before looking through the nearby pizza places to decide which to call.

Waiting for the pizza, you realised how comfortable you were with Kenny. He was funny and smart and god, his smile was swoon-worthy. You couldn’t really blame other girls for getting sucked in by his charm.

“Hey, I have a stupid question.” He started, watching for your reaction, “What exactly have you heard about me?” Well, that definitely caught you off-guard.

“Uhhh… well. I guess that you’ve dated a lot. And that you’re a heartbreaker-” His loud, genuine laugh cut you off, startling you.

“I’ve dated two different girls. And they definitely weren’t the ones getting their hearts broken.” The last part lost his humorous tone and almost sounded… sad?

“Oh…” You flushed with embarrassment, “Sorry.”

“No, I figured. That’s why I asked. I know there’s rumors that go around about me. I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Knocking on the door interrupted the serious moment and you stood to get the food.

It didn’t take too long for the mood to lighten back to soft banter and laughs as the two of you dug into the pizza. You could feel yourself getting tired though. Apparently Kenny was too, because halfway through a slice of pizza, he softly slumped sideways into you, with his head resting on your shoulder. You blushed and leaned your head back against the couch, slowly giving into the lull of sleep.

apologies, it took more than two hours, like i said 😭 i got caught up watching nausicaa.

again, thank you all for your support and love of my writing! makes me wanna happy cry 💕💕

[kwnnys]

kyle, kenny and tweek hcs w a reckless reader? reader is always coming up with dumb shit to do and constantly getting hurt bcs of it 😋😋 g/n reader pls!!

— kyle, kenny, and tweek w a reckless reader!

hcs : g/n reader a/n : aghh sorry this is so short and rushed 😓😓 I have better works on my page trust. btw this can be seen as both romantic or platonic

— kyle broflovski

he'll treat you like cartman but a lil softer.

always the first one to shut down your stupid ideas.

doesn't even bother asking how you come up with them and just straights up 'no.'

"guys what would jumping out of a car feel like?" "don't even think about it."

you always ignore his warnings, though. and you end up severely regretting it.

no matter how many times you get hurt, though. he'll always be the one to patch you up and make sure you're ok.

but he would scold the shit out of you, saying things like "I told you so!" or "you just never listen" while you roll your eyes.

basically your mom friend.

you joke around alot while hes cleaning your cuts/wounds and hes just 😐 he hates you sm (but not really 🤫)

hes a bit harsh, but he just wants to keep you safe and sound :D

— kenny mccormick

mixed feelings

on one hand, hes always down to do some crazy dumb shit. but on the other hand, he really doesn't wanna die again.

he'll try suggesting more.. safer ideas that are just as fun.

but more than so often you just end up coming up with another dumb idea from it.

he ends up going "fuck it" and going through it with you.

surprisingly you're the only one who got hurt, which hes sorta relieved about?

kenny is probably really experienced with patching up scars and wounds, so thats a score!

you guys would laugh and joke about the incident as he cleans your cuts, but he'd still subtly scold/tease you.

"told you that was a bad idea" "oh fuck off kenneth"

—tweek tweak

you're literally going to kill this man with how much anxiety you're causing him

freaks out and immediately turns down your ideas

"d-dude?! are you crazy?! you're totally gonna die!"

most of the time he doesn't tag along with you, but when he does hes constantly screaming and warning you.

you reassure him that you're gonna be fine, and that you totally wouldn't get hurt,

which was a lie.

when he saw you limping your way over to him he freaked out and almost screamed.

immediately rushed over to you and bombarded you with questions

kept scolding to you and muttering "oh jesus.." under his breath while he looked for a first aid kit.

you can feel his hands slightly shaking as he cleans your wounds and you can't help but feel slightly bad

refuses to let you go out till the next day

you insist you're fine but he doesn't believe you, so you end up sleeping over at his house.

[thiscrying]

High.

Mysterion x F!reader

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➟ warnings: NSFW, aged up characters, mysterion as a villain!

➟ synopsis: "i need a partner, well, are you out tonight?"

➟ pairings: Mysterion x F!reader

ASF ━┅ ✦ "𝐰𝐡𝐲’𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠����?“ ⬥݄ᨗ≻ "i'll have you to myself" ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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I was on a mission with Stan and Kyle.

I yawned, since I hadn't slept well yesterday and even less this morning, due to the mission.

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Asked the red haired man, approaching me.

"Yes, I just haven't been sleeping very well lately." I replied giving him a weak smile, which he welcomed as he smiled back.

"We're just going to take those little guys to the meeting point we've scheduled and everything will be fine so we can go home" said the hero, pointing to the two men being held by Stan.

Both of them had tried to rob the town's bank, but had been unsuccessful, since the three of us were on patrol in that area.

"Yes, my back is killing me" I said and looked up, feeling my sensitive side pick up on something.

I looked up at one of the mid-towers they had nearby, seeing Cartman sitting up there, sucking on a popsicle.

Loose.

"Look who's up there!" I pointed to the individual who noticed the attention on him and waved.

Kyle laughed and sent him the middle finger, making fun of the other hero. Cartman did the same, presumably cursing the man.

I rolled my eyes laughing at the two, soon having my attention drawn by the ringing of my cell phone.

"What the fuck..." I said sullenly, I didn't like answering the phone in the middle of a mission, even if it was all over.

Already imagining who it could be, I just answered the call.

"Hey baby" Kenny's voice caused a short circuit inside me, and without realizing it I had looked around to see if anyone had heard his voice besides me.

Which was impossible.

Stan led the way with Kyle after I waved my hands and pointed at my cell phone, demonstrating that I was busy.

"Kenny! Why are you calling me?" I asked, leaning against a store window, speaking as low as possible.

"Where are you? I came here to see you but I've been alone for almost 10 minutes" said the man, with a hoarse voice than usual, letting out a little laugh out of nowhere.

"Kenny, are you okay?" he looked confused, looking around once more.

"I'm waiting for you here, don't take long" he said, without even answering my question

"Okay, I'm already going home anyways" i said, pulling away from the wall and hanging up the call before he said anything else.

Serious? this time of morning?

I rolled my eyes, followed quickly to my two mission companions, who were much further ahead, almost turning a corner.

As soon as we handed over the bandits to the police, everyone went their separate ways.

Kyle scheduled us to go out this week, which I agreed, I loved hanging out with him, we always went to nice places and he was extremely pleasant company.

I entered my building and saw that the reception was empty due to the time.

I entered the elevator and was soon on the roof of the large venue. I took my key out of my pocket and I wondered how Kenny came in, if not through the front door.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open, walking into the house and feeling my shoulders relax.

It was so good to come home and hear that silence.

As soon as I turned and looked into the room I saw Kenny standing in the center of it, the man walked towards me, and I instinctively took a step back.

"What are you doing here?" I got straight to the point, I was too tired to talk.

"Arrested many villains today, H/N?" he asked with one of his hands in his pocket, while the other went to my face.

"No side conversation Kenny, what do you want?" I asked tipping my head on my side.

But i returned to the previous position, after the man's hand went down to the back of my neck and brought me close to her.

"Isn't it obvious?" Asked rubbing our lips, making me gasp.

The clear smell of drink and marijuana was remarkable, they were not so strong but they existed.

"Perhaps" I replied, glazed on the man's lips.

Kenny laughed and his hands moved for the second time, going directly to my neck. He squeezed the place, making me raise my head even more, and a weak sigh escaped from my mouth.

"I want to fuck you so much" said the blond-haired one kissing my shoulder gently, running his tongue through my jaw, stimulating a side of me that pulled out a moan from the bottom of my throat.

Our eyes met in a fraction of a second and in the other Kenny had already pulled me into his lap, attacking my neck without hesitation.

Moans and gasps escaped me without me even thinking, while his mouth did damage to my collarbone and neck.

The overcoat I wore due to the cold at dawn had already been thrown on the floor for a long time, so my heroin outfit was sampled.

"You look very hot in this uniform" he said between his kisses and hickeys, sitting on the couch with me on his lap, and I only realized that at that moment, since I was totally absorbed in his stimuli.

"Do you like it?" I asked laughing weakly, moving my hip over his apparent erection.

"Yes... a lot" he said and held me in his arms, leaving my body more glued to yours.

My hands went to the back of his neck and I repeated his act of touching our lips to each other, but this time Kenny took them for himself.

His kiss became more and more contagious and full of lust. My waist made front and back movements on top of him, and because of that brief and almost inaudible moans came out of his lips.

I pulled his lower lip, biting it between my teeth, then loosening it and licking my own, lubricating them.

Kenny smiled sideways throwing me on the couch and getting up, standing in front of me. One of his hands called me up, which I did without blinking.

In quick movements and without any fail, the man turned my back on me and made me kneel on the couch we were sitting on before. I opened my mouth in shock, feeling one of his hands beat against my ass, while the other held my hip.

I squeezed my eyes repressing a moan.

A sound similar to a laugh came out of Kenny's mouth, who had his hands on the zipper of my costume. The blonde pulled him to the end of my back and lifted my torso with one of his hands.

I laid my head on his shoulder, seeing his face next to mine, after leaning slightly.

His hands were still working, slowly removing those clothes from my body, I just helped him with the end but soon he was on all fours for himself again.

"K-kenny..." I dropped his name in a breath, because of the anxiety

His hands fingered my cunt that pulsed to feel him, scratching my thigh with his digits on purpose.

I bit the upholstery of the back of the sofa, repressing any sound that wanted to come out of my mouth.

Another moan escaped after I felt one of his fingers invade me. I bit my own lip, doing it stronger than expected after his second finger was inside me.

Kenny didn't move them, he just kept them there, as if he tortured me.

For God's worth! He can only be joking!

I thought frustrated, moving my hip against his fingers, but to my surprise this did not last even two seconds, since his tongue went through the entire length of my intimacy.

"Fuck!" This time I had not been able to hold my satisfaction.

Kenny did the same several times. I danced my pussy over his face, and soon I felt a suction under my clit, which used to begged for attention and was now having it.

"Relax." his voice came out muffled, his hot breath immediately beating against my vagina.

I rolled my eyes with pleasure after a shiver running through my body, soon laying my forehead on the upholstery, gasping and moaning low, while the erotic noises of him sucking me echoed through the room.

He does such a great job.

I thought about the rest of the neurons I had left, squeezing the couch between my fingers, causing so much pressure that the nail was lighter.

Kenny's fingers bowed inside me and every time I did them I couldn't control my moans, which became more and more strident.

I felt more and more wet over Kenny's mouth, and he had noticed it, because he stopped his work with his tongue and stood up again.

"You are a delight"

The noise of the belt opening caused a few more goosebumps all over my body, as well as a slight tremor in my stomach. One of Kenny's hands grabbed my hip, sticking to his with possession.

He rubbed his limb there as if he wanted me to beg for him.

I just rolled my eyes and heard the plastic noise, he had probably just covered his cock with a condom.

Clearly none of us was very excited about foreplay, the confirmation of this was his cock inside me, even before I felt him approaching, going in and out in a surreal movement.

Kenny pushed my torso down, leaving me even more inclined to himself.

"Fuck Y/N!" He said satisfied, while his moans filled the silence of the apartment.

"K-Kenny!" I moaned almost completely without a voice.

His hands held me tightly, and possibly his fingers were already well marked there on my hip. A slap was slapped on the left side of my ass, and it didn't take long for a loud moan to escape because of it.

Kenny's hoarse, sly and dragged moans took my last neurons away, causing my head to cloud and I just thought about feeling it even more inside me.

His two hands pulled my arms and soon I had nowhere to lean, thus causing my face to sink into the sofa seat.

Kenny held both my hands with only one of his, while the other followed the path of my pussy and began to stimulate my swollen clit.

I was close to reaching my apex, and by the way he went in and out of me thirsty... he was too.

The blonde kissed my back, pulling me back, gluing my back to his chest. His lips went up to my shoulder, biting him shamelessly.

I moaned loud and clear your name, after feeling your cock reach my spot, due to the position we were in.

A smile was on his face, I could feel it

"Oh, yes... scream as loud as you can, I love to hear my name come out of this dirty little mouth" he spoke so close to my ear that my legs that were already shaking lost the rest of the strength they had.

Kenny smirked and surrounded my waist with his arms, leaving me back in the position of before, investing more and more in me. He began to take his cock completely and penetrate again with intensity and firmness, after liking the way I reacted on his first attempt.

"Mother fuck-" I didn't complete my sentence since I felt your hand on my neck, forcing my face against the couch and hitting against my most sensitive point more and more.

"I want to hear my name come out of your mouth" he said and I felt his fingers close even more over my neck, but even so I didn't feel any pain.

"K-Kenny..." I said releasing all my frustration and desire in that name.

The man moaned with satisfaction.

He moaned your name.

He moaned for you.

A familiar feeling appeared in my womb and in less than a few minutes I had reached the apex, moaning without caring about the noise I would make or the attention I could draw.

Kenny just continued with his incessant coming and going, squeezing my breasts with his huge hands, grabbing their beak with his fingertips.

It didn't take long and the man fell on top of me, letting out such a pleasurable sound through his lips that I felt my face warm up.

My body was so tired and without strength that I didn't even care about his weight, leaving him there.

I felt like I was going to sleep soon.

"Baby..." Kenny's husky voice took over the silence of the room "You did excellent as always... have some rest" he said kissing one of his hickeys, coming out of me.

I couldn't say anything, since sleep took over me.

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HEY BITCHESS!!!!

i'm back again hehe😈

i worked rlly hard on this, hope y'all like it 💞

[milkibabe]

♥ Family Camping Trip w/ Kenny ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family

✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking

Kenny Headcanons

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT below cut!

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Begged you to go camping with him for months.

When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.

"We're gonna have so much fun"

Was confused why you packed so much stuff.

"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"

Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.

You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.

Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.

"You'd make such a good mom"

Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.

You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.

"There's my pretty girl"

Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.

When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.

Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.

"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"

He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Stupid, sexy Kenny.

He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.

He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.

"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.

You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.

Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.

He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.

His parka smells like his cologne and weed.

You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.

Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.

"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"

You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."

You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.

*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*

He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.

He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.

"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.

Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.

Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.

"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"

The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.

Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.

The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.

Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.

You were freezing cold of course.

This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"

Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.

He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.

You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.

Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.

Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.

Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.

"You're fucking perfect"

When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.

You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.

He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.

His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.

Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.

You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"

Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"

He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.

Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.

That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.

You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.

Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.

"My favorite sight in the world"

He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.

"My sleepy little princess"

After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.

"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"

Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

Friends w/ Benefits !!

- with the South Park Boys / x Reader

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Author’s Note ;

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

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

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

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Point of View : First P.O.V.

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

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#1 ; Stan Marsh

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Fem!Dom | Masc!Sub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You WEREN’T.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#2 ; Kyle Broflovski

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Vanilla-esque.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Now, you could put your plan in action.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#3 ; Kenny McCormick

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Dom | Fem!Sub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- It was, of course, the McCormick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#4 ; Craig Tucker

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Sub | Masc!Dom

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

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

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

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

- Or that’s what you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[melodysgarden]

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

Stan❤️:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kyle💚:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cartman💛:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kenny🧡:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Butters🩵:

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

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

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

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

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

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