#MOVE ASIDE KENNY

[moamidzyism]

[12:15am] (c.sb)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1566 angst + smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ୨୧ soobin x unnamed fem!oc, husband!soobin x fem!reader, infidelity, toxic relationship, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

playlist — alligator tears, beyoncé ; pretty little birds, sza ; i wish i hated you, ariana grande ; riiverdance, beyoncé ; pretty, kennie ; easy to love me, hope tala ; the other woman, lana del rey

part one

soobin knows the way to her place by heart. it is a small, unassuming house just outside of town, a stark contrast to the home he shares with you. he pulls into the driveway like he owns the place. it is a routine now – driving here, parking in the same spot, and heading straight for the flowerpot where she leaves the spare key for him.

the familiarity is comforting, almost too easy. it is as if this is the place he is truly meant to be.

he pushes open the door, half-expecting her to be waiting for him in the dimly lit hallway. but the house is silent. he takes a moment to take in the space, a house so devoid of personality it almost feels intentional, like it is staged. there are no family photos adorning the walls, no scatter of throw pillows on the couch, no scented candles or wallflowers to perfume the air. but it doesn’t bother him. in fact, there is something about the simplicity that makes him feel at home in a way he hasn’t in a long time.

as he moves towards the bedroom, he can feel the weight of the day finally starting to lift. the tension, the lies – it all seems to fade as he approaches the only place where things don’t feel so complicated. he finds her there, lying on the bed in one of his old t-shirts, her face dotted with pimple patches. it is strangely endearing.

“you’re late,” she remarks, her voice flat, as she catches sight of him standing in the doorway.

“i told you i was coming,” he replies.

“yeah, and you’re ten minutes late,” she shoots back, her eyes narrowing slightly. “and i’m tired now.”

“you know i had to make sure she was okay first,” he says. the mention of you hangs in the air like a lead weight. “but i’m here now.”

she rolls her eyes. “come on, baby, let me make it up to you,” soobin murmurs, inching closer to the bed, desperate to close the distance between them, both physically and emotionally.

when he reaches her, he pulls her into a kiss (mostly to placate her, but also to silence his thoughts). she smiles into the kiss, a small, satisfied curve of her lips that tells him she’d let it slide this time.

for now, he is hers, and that is all she needs.

he kisses her again, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between them. his hands move instinctively, caressing her back as he deepens the kiss, trying to lose himself in her warmth, in the simplicity of this moment.

his lips begin their slow descent from her mouth, tracing a path down her neck, lingering on the sensitive skin there as he relishes in her soft sighs. it’s intoxicating the power he holds over her. he continues, his kisses trail lower, over the curve of her breast, where the old t-shirt is pushed aside, revealing more of her skin to him. he savors the ways she arches slightly towards him. he lets his hands roam her sides, feeling the rise and fall of her breath.

then, as he reaches the lacy band of her underwear, he pauses for a moment to take the sight of her beneath him – vulnerable, wanting, and his. there’s a part of him that wishes he could stay in this moment forever, where nothing exists but her, but he knows, just like all the moments they share, it’s fleeting.

he kisses the lace softly before he starts to peel the fabric away, ready to lose himself in her completely.

“you’re so unreal,” he whispers as he spreads her legs apart, positioning himself between them.

his lips find her clit, and the moment his mouth makes contact, she lets out an ear-splitting moan, her body arching into him. her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots with abandon. she melts under the pleasure he gives her, reacting instinctively to each flick of his tongue against her sensitive, swollen bud.

with each movement, he pushes her closer to the edge. when he moans against her, the vibrations send shockwaves through her body. her vision blurs, and for about a minute, she is lost in the blinding ecstasy of her orgasm. she jerks beneath him, her back arching as she releases over his face, and he greedily laps up every last drop, his mouth moving down as he prolongs her pleasure.

even after his mouth and fingers leave her, the aftershocks of her climax linger.

he aligns himself with her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate push, he presses his cock into her. the stretch burns at first, but soon the pain fades, replaced by a pleasure so intense it nearly overwhelms her.

she moans as he pulls out, only thrust back in, harder and sharper. he gives her a moment to adjust, his thrusts faster, deeper. her gasps and moans fill the room, but they’re incoherent, her mind too far gone to form words.

“‘m yours… all yours, baby,” soobin whispers breathlessly, his voice rough. her eyes roll back in response as she grinds against him, completely consumed by the feeling of him inside her. a guttural groan escapes him as he picks up the pace, fucking her harder, deeper, until she’s on the brink again.

“s-so close,” she manages to gasp out, her body trembling with the force of her impending release.

his thrusts grow erratic, his breathing harsh and labored. she can tell he’s just as close as she is. “cum for me, baby. please, just cum all over my cock,” he pleads desperately.

she cries out as her body seizes, her orgasm ripping through her with brutal intensity. her pussy tightens around him, trapping him in the pulsing heat of her orgasm. he’s overcome, lost in the sensation of her gripping him so tightly, and the only thing he can do is press his hips flush against hers, filling her with everything he has.

as he pulls away from her, the warmth of his body leaving hers, she instinctively curls into him. the rawness of the moment slowly begins to settle into a familiar ache in her chest. her heartbeat steadies, her breathing slows, but her mind races. she turns her gaze upward, her eyes soft and pleading as she whispers, “can you please stay?”

he meets her eyes, offering a tender smile as he strokes her hair. “i am staying,” he reassures her. but she knows the truth. she feels it in the way his hand hesitates before touching her again, in the way his gaze flickers away from hers. he means he’s staying for now, for the night. she forces a smile. “good,” she murmurs, snuggling closer to him, trying to absorb this moment. to make it last.

he holds her tightly, his lips brushing against her forehead in a series of soft kisses that felt more like an apology. she knows the truth she’s been trying to ignore. soobin loves her, yes, but not enough. never enough to actually leave you. the thought cuts through her like a knife, sharp and cold.

despite the doubt gnawing at her, exhaustion eventually pulls her to sleep, his body still wrapped around hers. she dreams of a future that she knows will never come to pass.

the next morning, she wakes to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. for a moment, she allows herself to hope that maybe today will be different. but when he emerges, dressed in the same clothes he wore last night, her heart sinks.

“you’re leaving?” she asks. her voice is small as she sits up in bed. her fingers clutch the comforter as if it could keep him there.

“i have to go home,” he replies, the words heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. to my wife. but he doesn’t say it; he doesn’t need to. she knows. he walks towards the bed, leaning down to kiss her. she feels the finality of it in the press of his lips.

she catches his arm as he pulls aways, desperation creeping into her voice. “i was hoping we’d get breakfast or something. have a slow morning?”

soobin sighs. “i know, but i have to get home. we’re having guests next week, so we have to go shopping this weekend.”

her heart clenches at his words. that doesn’t sound like something you do with someone you’re planning to leave. in fact, it sounds like the life of a man who is firmly committed with no intention of changing his situation.

“don’t frown,” he says, his thumb brushing over her furrowed brow. he leans down to kiss her again, this time a quick peck, as if to soften the blow. “i’ll make it up to you.”

she watches him with fear and frustration bubbling up inside her. “at least stay for breakfast,” she pleads, reaching for him one last time.

“i–i have to go.” his eyes dart away from hers as he steps back.

as he walks out the door, leaving her alone in the cold, empty house, she feels the familiar sting of tears welling up in her eyes. you get the dates, and the wedding ring, and the family reunions. you get him. and all she gets is the hollow echo of his absence.

fill out this form to join my taglist! author's note :: this is the part two!! I really hope you enjoyed this <33 I know it's not the satisfying she leaves him ending but I thought it shed light to the dynamics in these relationships. if you have any questions, comments, etc , please please please feel free to ask me !!

[southparktegreity]

gen. dating headcannons + short story [ SOUTH PARK X READER ]

[ kyle broflovski x reader ]

[ kenny mccormick x reader ]

[ leopold 'butters' stotch x reader ]

gender : neutral cws : minor nsfw (kennys part) ! requested : yes (@h3artilly ! thank you for the request pookie! I THOUGHT THE STAN SAID KENNY LMFAOOO dw ill write u a stan one too <3)

NOTICE : these characters are aged up, and intended to be 19/20+!

a/n : my requests are open !!! (please request if you have anything you’d like to see me write!)

kyle :

asked stan for advice while asking you out, though stan's advice was something along the lines of "good luck bud" since the chances are, kyle already knows what he needs to do - he just needs to gain the courage to actually do it. i feel like he'd ask you to study over at his house and then would attempt to make a move on you, while you guys are taking a break he'll throw his arm around you. i definitely think he'll be a bit stiff at first, but once you lean into him, he starts to relax.

for dates, i feel like he'd definitely be into studying with you, but i don't think he'd consider that a date - more like you're just motivation for him to keep going and vise versa. so i think realistically he'd take you on a date anywhere you wanted to go! i definitely think he's not a fan of movie dates though, since he wants to be watching and talking to you, not a movie. he would also totally take you to casabonita, and would specifically make sure cartman isn't there on the reservation sheet just so nobody could get in your guys way. he'd take you all over the resturant, showing you the little arcade area, (he is definitely going to try and show off his basketball skills on that one basketball game).

kyle is definitely a lot more possessive than i would've initially thought. i feel like he (unintentionally) probably is very territorial with you. if a guy hits on you i feel like he'll definitely come over and throw his arm around you, you know making casual small talk, but his face would be pretty red from anger so needless to say the other guy probably would take the hint. i also think he'd probably express his anger later in the night by 'marking' you (with hickies), again very territorial.

big spoon. i repeat. big spoon. aside from that though, he wants to softly kiss your face and your neck, his arms around your hips and facing you. he wants to worship you! of course, when he's upset or doesn't have the energy to be the big spoon he'd ask if you could do it for sure. i feel like he also loves little gentle kisses across his face. i can definitely imagine him loving the lipstick trend. he also probably loves it if you play with his hair (just as long as you don't mess it up too much).

i feel like he's definitely more into the sort of 'classic' pet names, think like "sweetheart" or "darling". i feel like he'd really like the more elegant ones. he'd want you to feel like the queen to his king, worshipping you all the way.

"Y/n, could you be the big spoon this time?" Kyle looked at you, then down away from you as if he was embarrassed by his emotions and his wants.

"Do you even have to ask?" You spoke with a genuine smile, adjusting yourself so you were above him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he turned over with you. You couldn't help but place a few kisses on his neck as he turned over, gently tickling him as it caused him to let out a laugh.

"Y/nnn... stop that darling it tickleess..." He spoke unserious, his voice seeping with little giggles.

✧─── 《☆》 ───✧

kenny :

once he recognized how he felt about you, i feel like he was probably nervous but straightforward. i get the impression kenny wouldn't want to beat around the bush or make you uncomfortable if you didn't know the way he was thinking about you. i think he'd probably pick some flowers for you, and get some advice from karen as to what he should say to make it seem like he really cares and isn't just flirting with you for fun.

he'll definitely do his best to work as hard as possible, taking overtime hours to treat you. he wants to take you out to a nice dinner, candlelit with spaghetti - all the works. however, upon realizing he doesn't have enough money to treat you out somewhere expensive - he goes ahead and asks his sister for advice. they both decide they'll work on making a nice homemade spaghetti, and karen will dress up as a fancy waiter to serve you. it'll be candle lit (mostly so you can't see how his house is in ruins) and they'll both do their best to make it a magical first date as you deserve !!!

kenny definitely gets jealous, especially knowing how guys are (from experience of course (he's the type of guy he'd be wary of)). he's definitely the type to throw his arm around you whenever some man is flirting with you, and he'll probably go as far to borderline make out with you in front of him if he isn't taking the hint. though he definitely wouldn't do all of this if you weren't into it, i think he just likes to make a bit of a show out of the guy who's hitting on you.

definitely prefers to be the larger spoon when spooning, but i think his favorite way of cuddling his probably putting his head on your chest, and his arms around your waist. his spooning style reminds me of that one clip of the guy saying "titty in hand, dick hard on the butt ..." or smth like that - could also totally see him trying to make a tiktok with you using that clip (regardless of gender) ;)

definitely calls you sickeningly sweet pet names as a joke to tease you, like "how's my cutie pie buttercup doing today?" with a cheeky smirk as you probably look back at him in annoyance since you guys are in public. i think he probably says it so much that it slowly becomes unironic and he seriously starts calling you that.

You could feel Kenny squirming around behind you, his phone in hand - trying to get all the right angles. You looked over your shoulder trying to see what he was doing.

"Ken, why are you moving around?"

Kenny looked at you, then proceeded to start playing an audio "how to spoon : titty in my hand, dick hard on butt, kiss ya neck".

"...If you wanted someone to teach you how to spoon, you should've just asked me." You spoke with a smile, before taking his free hand and putting it on your chest.

Kenny felt like he could melt in that moment, his hands melting into yours and his body practically turning into mush.

✧─── 《☆》 ───✧

butters :

he definitely asked kenny for help and advice. i feel like kenny would probably tell butters to just go for it! kenny would definitely help him pick out a nice outfit for when he asks you out, meanwhile butters is getting you a huge bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for you. he'd probably mention in there that he didn't want to go too crazy with everything but he really does want to give you the world. i also feel like cartman would probably get wind of this and tell butters to do a public confession, because cartman thinks you don't like butters. but the look on cartmans face when you tell butters you'd love to go out with him... priceless. but so is butters! he'd run up to you and give you a huge hug and tell you that he'll pick you up at 7 at your house.

i feel like butters would probably want to do a picnic date. he definitely came prepared with tons of food and all different types since he doesn't know which is your favorite. he'll stay with you and eventually walk you home - but he ended up not getting home fast enough and got grounded. in return you'd end up taking him to a hello kitty café! though only after his grounding. i can definitely imagine you and him doing super secret facetime dates when he's grounded where you guys play videogames or like a board game on call. he'd love it if you snuck in while he was grounded, but he's SO nervous about getting caught or having his parents be on bad terms with you so it definitely wouldn't be all the time.

i feel like if someone tried to hit on you he wouldn't really know what to do, but he also has enough trust in you to be able to handle them yourself. it's not that he doesn't care, but more like he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by stepping in if you can handle it ! though if it ever got too far and you looked like you couldn't, he'd probably put on his big boy pants and tell the guy to get outta there !!

i get the impression he would want to be on the same level as you. i think he'd want to be able to look you in the eyes while cuddling - or doing anything for that matter. part of it is because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable but also because he thinks your eyes are beautiful and wants to stare at your face. he'd most likely want to face you, and pull your waist towards him sliding his hand on your back. though he'd do it carefully and gently, treating you like a gentle flower that could move away anytime you wanted.

definitely calls you the most random and/or corniest pet names ever, think like "heya cutie-patootie-razarooie!". this definitely causes people to give you weird looks but i think it's part of his charm, and i'm sure you do too.

“Well heya there schnookums!” Your boyfriend Butters walks over to you just as the new kid was asking for your number. “Were ya in the middle of somethin’ with your pal here?” He spoke with a bit of envy leaking from his voice.

You shook your head, throwing an arm around Butters waist and looking back at the new kid. “Sorry.. I have to go on a date with my boyfriend.”

The new kid watched this go down, shrugging and walking away, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

“Jee wizz, y/n. You’re really somethin’ else, you know that?” Butters placed a kiss on your forehead, moving some of your hair out of the way before taking the hand that was on his waist and holding it gently as you two walked off together.

✧─── 《☆》 ───✧

[cocogrrrl]

Can I please request a Kyle x Reader fic where the reader is playing Juliet to Kenny's Romeo in the school play and Kyle gets jealous?

"virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,"

when the cast list for school's rendition of romeo and juliet is revealed, you find that kyle is not your romeo—but kenny is.

kyle broflovski x fem!reader no cws wc: 1635

an: i took some liberty with this and added A LOT MORE LOL more than i expected . if kyle is not a basketball player he is a theatre kid first and foremost!!

“Kenny?!”

“Hm? What about Kenny?” You raise a brow, confused.

“He’s playing as Romeo,” he huffs out, crossing his arms as he dejectedly rests his weight against the wall. “I didn’t even know that he auditioned too.”

“I thought that you're supposed to be happy for your friend,” you say, clicking your tongue.

“I am,” he sighs, shaking his head. “I just…” He points over to the top of the cast list taped to the wall.

Frankly, you’re more than a little lost, but your eyes scan over a few details before reading the second line of the actual list. You, of all people, play Juliet. Over however many other people. As honored as you are, two and two quickly come together, and you understand what he means.

“Kyle,” you sigh.

“I know, I know. I should be happy.”

“No, yeah, but I get where you’re coming from. I think it is a little funny, though.” You giggle. “You’re lucky there isn’t anyone else here. You’re really loud.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles out.

“It’s fine,” you grin, pinching his cheek. You pull his hand and tug him to your left. “Come on. I have biology in, like, five minutes.” 

✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Needless to say, as happy as Kyle could be for his friend, he heeds his jealousy better than the rest of the emotions in his head. In all honesty, you find it funny how obvious it is as well.

What’s even funnier is that Kyle plays Friar Lawrence.

“Alright! Can we go over Act Two, Scene Three again?” Wendy yells from the distance. “No need to change the set, just one more run-through.”

You hear some of the people onstage moving the set pieces from the party aside just to prepare for better movement for the blockings in this next scene. Kenny shuffles to the back and sends you a finger bang. You return the gesture.

From behind the stage, you catch Kyle’s eye twitch. You play it off, though, pretending you were looking elsewhere. You’re certain, though, that he saw you. The daggers he sends your way even pierces through you.

You wave at Kyle encouragingly as he gets ready to start. He smiles at you and waves back. 

“Is everyone ready?” You hear Wendy call from the other side. A half-hearted yes is returned from the crew. “Okay, act two, scene three: Romeo asks Friar Lawrence to wed him and Juliet in secret. Three, two, one!”

“The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,” On the beat, Kyle emerges from the left of the stage with his basket. He holds his temperament so well, though, it’s as if he isn’t fuming right now.

“Honestly, I don’t know how Kyle does it,” Kenny muses, watching from the side.

“Hmm?” You cocked your head to the side, a little confused.

“His part is really boring, but, like,” he pauses, trying to find the right words. “I think he’s really good at executing it. Like, he captures the role so well it’s captivating.”

You stand there and nod. 

“Not that I’m saying he’s really boring!” He quickly adds on. “I’m just saying that he knows how to hold an audience, you know?”

“Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,” Kyle breathes, looking over to the other side of the stage—your side. “And vice sometime by action dignified.”

Not even giving you time to reply to what he last said, Kenny waves before going in. “Ah, that’s my cue.”

You shoot him a ‘good luck!’ as he enters. You’re not close with the guy, but it’s interesting seeing Kenny hold such adoration for him. You wonder if Kyle is aware of it.

✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You notice how long this goes on, and you feel that this jealousy isn’t as shallow as he lets on.

“Kyle?” You spoke, looking at him with his head low.

He’s still in his costume, and he seems exhausted but uncharacteristically upset after a long day of tech rehearsals. He can be, but everyone else is more than excited. You know just why.

“Yeah?” He mumbles in reply.

You find a seat right next to him behind the stage. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

“Totally,” you mindlessly snapped, clicking your tongue.

“Hey…” He pouts.

“Sorry, I…” You shook your head, taking back what you said. ”You know, I thought it was a little funny at first that you were so worked up over the fact that Kenny’s Romeo and you’re not,” you huffed. “But, you’re actually, like, worrying me now.”

Kyle’s quiet, and you don’t like that. He knows you don’t.

“Kyle.” You repeat his name, hoping it will call his attention back. You’re certain he has more than just a few things on his mind right now.

“Sorry.”

“What are you saying sorry for?”

“For upsetting you.”

“Kyle, I’m sure there’s more to this than just you being jealous.” You said more softly than what your previous tone would suggest. You find your head resting on his shoulder.  ”What’s wrong?”

“It’s… It’s just,” he pauses, scratching his head. “Like, after all these practices with you and Kenny together, I just can’t help but feel like you guys are really good. He’s really a good fit for you and for the role.”

You’re confused. Never have you ever felt like Kyle’s hinted at infidelity. If that were the case, you’d be more than offended, but you only nod, urging him to go along.

“I don’t know,” he sighs. “I guess it means a lot more outside than just the role in the grand scheme of things. Like, I’m not good enough for the role of Romeo.”

You’re quiet, brows scrunched as you worriedly find the words to tell him. So it’s otherwise.

“That on top of, like, yeah, Kenny kissing you every other day onstage.” He says in a poor attempt to lighten the mood. In a panic, though, thinking you’re judging, he mumbles out, “Sorry, it’s really selfish.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry for that,” you cooed, lifting your head above and tilting him to look at you. “You’re really so much more than you think you are. I mean that with my whole chest.”

He’s quiet. You’re not sure if he doesn’t know what to say or if he doesn’t have anything to say. You take it as a sign to continue, though.

“You know, Kenny holds a lot of respect for you. He thinks you’re an excellent actor.” He hums in return. “He told me once that while you were doing your monologue in that scene where Romeo asks Friar Lawrence to wed him and Juliet, you really have this commanding presence that pulls the audience in.

“He said that it wasn’t a flashy role, a boring one actually, and he thinks you’re more than noble having charm and making the role more interesting than it actually looks. It’s a talent.” You laughed, recalling the memory.

He’s quiet, and you only stare into his eyes as lovingly as you can, patiently waiting for his reply. “Really?”

“Yeah, and he’s right. You really do know how to turn a rather mundane role into something really bigger than that. There is a good reason why you’re Friar Lawrence in the first place.”

“Thank you…” He’s coy about it, really coy, but you think it’s so honest that it’s sweet. “Really, thank you. I did not know that.”

“Well, now you do,” you hum. “It’s the truth. I hope you see yourself the way everyone does.”

“I don’t, but I thank you for helping me see myself in a different light.”

“Of course.” You smile, pulling his face close to yours and pressing a kiss to his temple.

✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,” your pinky holding Kenny’s brings it closer, bringing your palms together, holding. “And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”

“Have not saints lips and holy palmers too?”

Yet, in all honesty, you find that Kenny holds up too. He has that flashy charm and wide-eyed naivety to a T needed for Romeo’s character executed so well. You can’t help but applaud his skill. 

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.” You shake your head with a smile, taking a few steps back, yet hands still connecting one another.

He only brings you closer, a hand now finding your waist. “O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” You hum.

“Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take,” he pressed against your lips, bringing you closer with the hand on your waist. It lasts for longer than Kyle would like (Then again, he’d hate for this scene to happen in the first place.). “Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” You put a bewildered look on, more than gleeful.

He speaks gravity and haste, rushing out of excitement. “Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” Once more, he kisses you again.

“You kiss by the book.” You hum.

“Madam, your mother craves a word with you.” You’re swiftly cut off by the nurse who walks into the scene. 

You find yourself walking up to Lady Capulet. The scene runs on for a few more minutes, but you find yourself backstage with Kyle waiting for you at the exit.

Neither of you can’t say anything, your mics are still on, but he hugs you and pinches your cheeks, making your smile wider.

“You were amazing,” you vaguely make out from his lips. 

You only nod, pulling him close and hugging him tight.

[orions-choker]

Animals (Werewolf! James Hetfield x Reader Fluff)

Werewolf! James Hetfield, Fluff, Domestic moments.

Word Count: 3,770

Reader works at a vet clinic, just when she's sure she has seen it all come through those doors she's met with the oddest looking wolf she's ever seen. (Cross posted to AO3)

This is a very quick and probably not fantastic Werewolf James fluff. I just had this silly idea in my head and wanted to write it down quickly so apologies this isn't the best thing I've ever written <3

Being a veterinarian in a rural town meant one saw a lot of odd things. Coming through those doors were sometimes wild deer, cows, hawks, owls, you name it. However Y/N had never treated a wolf before, let alone a wolf quite so big.

“How did you say you found this guy?” She asked, concern in her voice as she pet across the animals side gently, simultaneously soothing the creature and searching for any egregious wounds hidden in the thick fur. It was breathing shallowly, hardly conscious as it lay across her cold examining table.

The old farmer standing in the room with her shrugged, the smell of his chewing tobacco fragrant in the air as his teeth clacked together. “Laying in the ditch just down the road ere’” His twang was a little thicker than her own, though she understood him easily enough. “Seemed pretty beat up. unno’ I figured I should bring him in.”

She nodded slowly, leaning over to pry the beast's eyes open gently, she watched as the pupils slowly followed her movements, a good sign. Aside from that she noticed its eyes were strikingly blue, captivating in an odd way. “Thank’s Kenny, we’ll take care of him from here, get home it's getting late.” She dismissed him kindly. Y/N stood up, turning her back to the table to grab IV supplies.

Kenny, the farmer, grunted in acknowledgment, shutting the door to the examination room behind him. The heavy thud of his boots grew distant until she could no longer hear them. She turned around, holding the small needle attached to the drip bag in her hands. “C’mon boy, let's get you feeling better.” She smiled sweetly.

It was some hours later that Y/N had found the cause, luckily no serious wounds but a fractured leg and some slight malnutrition. Poor guy looked like he had been abandoned by his pack. With the bandage wrapped around the offending leg she pulled the wheeling bed outside. It took three members of staff to gently move the sedated wolf into one of their outside kennels for wild animals.

Y/N grunted as she clicked the gate close, pulling on the lock. “We’ll keep an eye on him for a bit, maybe get in touch with a rehabilitation center.” She huffed out to one of her techs. Dusting her hands off on her scrubs. “Odd looking wolf though don't you think?” She asked, looking over the hulking mass of dusty blonde fur.

“Yeah, maybe it's part albino?” Her vet tech supplied with a shrug, following after her into the building once more.

By the time she had finished cleaning up and completing the necessary paperwork it was near midnight. Y/N had long since sent the rest of the staff home, assuring them she could close up here by herself. She decided to do one last set of rounds, checking on all the current patients she had, her final stop being the wolf. To her surprise he was awake.

“Hey buddy, how are you feeling?” She asked sweetly, crouching down in front of the cage he was sitting in. The wolf eyed her curiously, unmoving from the spot it lay in, on top of a soft but old and worn blanket. “Still a little dazed huh? I’ll be back tomorrow okay?” She smiled with a tilt of her head. Its blue eyes followed her movements as she got back up to her feet, slowly turning and walking away.

Y/N couldn’t help but think of the creature all night, a mixture of curiosity and concern for its well being. Truly nothing could have prepared her for a wolf that big, despite the clear signs of undereating, she shuddered to think what it looked like when properly taken care of. She likened it to something like a fictional dire wolf.

In her dreams were those blue eyes watching her, and a boy, her age with wild blonde hair. Prophetic dreams weren’t her strong suit so by the time the sun crested the hills and woke her with its gently warm rays, she had forgotten about it.

The wolf was her first stop that day, a hunk of raw meat in her hands as she approached the enclosure. She noticed the way its large ears perked up, its nose high in the sky as it sniffed out the blood in the air. A good sign, it was still interested in eating.

“Hey boy.” She sang, stepping towards the metal bars. “How are you doing this morning, hungry?” She asked, holding the meat out between the bars with a pair of tongs. “Think you can try walking over here?” She hoped to gauge how bad the injured leg was.

It seemed annoyed? Giving her an almost comical side eye and pathetic snarl before slowly raising itself up. The steps it took towards her were slow, but unwavering, no wobbles or winces of pain. “That's a good boy.” She praised him gently. It prodded at the meat gently with its nose before opening its large jaws and snapping at the food.

The entire chunk was gone in a matter of seconds, the wolf devouring it like it hadn’t eaten in months. Y/N frowned. “You poor thing, there's more where that came from kay?” She watched with curious eyes as it licked at its lips, seemingly satisfied. Slowly it pressed its face to the bars, eyes wide and pitiful as it looked up at her.

Y/N was almost convinced, just for a moment, that this predator was nothing more than a big puppy. “Aww buddy, I can’t give you pets, you'll bite my hand off.” She shook her head at him. It whined at her slowly, as if it could understand the words she was saying. She frowned, looking down to the ground, spotting a stick laying by her feet.

Quickly she picked it up, reaching forward with it to scratch gently between the wolf's large ears. “That's the best I can do dude.” She chuckled, watching the way its tail thumped against the ground happily. “I’ll be back to check on you in a bit, keep yourself entertained.” She tossed the stick into the enclosure, the wolf's jaws snapping around it in an impressive catch. She stared in bewilderment before shaking her head and walking away.

“Do you think there's any chance in hell that this thing is some kind of wolf dog?” Y/N asked her team as she entered the building. “I might be going crazy but it seems domesticated.” She frowned, sitting down at her desk chair.

One of the fellow vets stared at her like she had grown a second head. “I've seen wolf dogs before, they’re smaller than a normal wolf, not bigger than them.” He said, placing a cup of coffee down in front of Y/N. “That thing is not domesticated I can promise you that, please dont get any funny ideas and try to cuddle the fucking thing.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at that, taking a sip of the warm drink as she leaned forward. “I have a couple more brain cells than that, but seriously it seemed like it wanted pets and to play fetch?” She frowned, placing her elbows on the desk before her. “I wonder if some crazy person tried domesticating a pup and left it in the wild when they realized it wasn’t going to work.”

“Hmm possible I guess, but I think you’re just reading too much into it.”

He was probably right. Y/N sighed and shook her head. The rest of her day was terribly uneventful, which she supposed was good, less hurt animals was always a good thing. Still she couldn't shake the feeling of boredom. She had no excuse for staying late tonight but she did anyway.

Bidding farewell to the last receptionist she closed the door, turning the deadbolt before making her way to the back door that led out to the yard. The other enclosures were empty save for the final one at the end. Flashlight in hand she approached once more with an offering to the beast.

“You awake boy?” She called out as she rounded the corner. As she laid eyes upon the contents of the cage her flashlight and tongs clattered to the ground. The beam of the light still illuminated the inside and like a spotlight drew the attention to the boy that sat there. Naked, a loose bandage falling from his leg. Messy blonde locks and piercing blue eyes. “What the fuck.” She mumbled.

There was a sheepish smile on his face as he sat there, staring up at Y/N. His legs were crossed, hands placed to hide his more intimate parts. “Sorry, I can explain.” His voice was raspy, gruff but a little boyish. The next startling thing aside from this man suddenly sitting before her, was the fact this man also had a large set of protruding wolf's ears atop his head, and a huge tail that thumped against the ground just as the beast here before had.

Y/N was truly at a loss for words, standing frozen before the scene unfolding. “What. The. Fuck.” She finally managed to force out, taking a hesitant step backwards. Her eyes scanned over the enclosure for any signs of the animal she had come out here to see in the first place. “Who are you? How did you get in there?” She sputtered out. “I’m James.” He helpfully informed her, his ears laid flat against his head as he heard the panic in his voice. “You put me in here.” He scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Ahh man, how do you explain lycanthropy to someone.”

She blinked hard, was that supposed to be a joke? She scoffed “I know perfectly well about fucking werewolves.” her eyebrows furrowing. As much as she wanted to assume this was some horrible practical joke her staff was playing on her, she couldn’t deny the literal dog-like features he held. “Are you seriously telling me I was treating a werewolf and now I have a whole man locked up in the back of my vets office?”

The boy, James, that was his name. James' awkward smile returned. ‘Yeah I guess that's the gist of it.” A shiver ran over his bare body. “Hey you wouldn’t happen to have some clothes or something? It's kind of cold out here.”

Which is how she ended up with a half naked boy, wrapped up in a thick blanket in the passenger seat of her beat up 1980 Chevette. The hum of the radio being the only sound filling the tense car. “I think I have my dads old clothes in storage.” Y/N mumbled, eyes trained on the road ahead, hands stiff on the steering wheel.

James hummed awkwardly in acknowledgment. “Thank you again.” He drummed his fingers against the fabric of the blanket covering his thighs. She could see him staring at her from the corner of her eyes. His big blue puppy dog eyes seemingly admiring her like she was a hero.

Pulling into her garage Y/N shut the car off quickly. Waiting until the door shut behind them before opening the car door. She didn’t need any of her neighbors seeing her bring a strange naked dog boy back home. “You can come inside.” She mumbled awkwardly, pushing open the door that led into the main section of her home.

She didn’t need to tell him that, James had already been following her closely. Right on her heels. His blanket dragged behind him as he shuffled into the house.She frowned at him. “You know I think you could stand to have a shower too.” She could see the blanket moving wildly as his tail began wagging once more. “Over here,” She sighed.

Y/N gestured to the door leading to her bathroom. She shoved James inside gently, grabbing a towel from her linen closet. “Come out when you're done I should hopefully have some clothes for you.” She pushed the towel into his hands, ignoring the blush that rose to her cheeks as he smiled widely at her.

Quickly she backed out of the room as he began to drop the blanket covering him, pulling the door shut with a loud slam. Her chest heaved as she attempted to calm down her erratic breathing. While he had seemed like a well domesticated dog he certainly wasn’t a house trained human. Or maybe he was just like that.

The sound of the water heater humming to life and water pattering against the tile was her cue to find James some real clothes. She rummaged around in the back of her closet until she found something that looked approximately the right size. James was tall, big but lean just like the wolf had been, so she opted for some shorts over jeans and a plain loose fitting t-shirt. This would have to do for now.

Collecting the clothes in her arms she shuffled back into her living room, tossing them unceremoniously onto her couch. The sound of running water still echoed distantly down the hall so she took the moment to sit and contemplate.

She had treated a wolf, put the wolf outside, came back a day later to find a man there instead, and then brought the man home with her. The more she replayed the events in her mind the more it seemed completely unfathomable. She sat there, head hung low, hands tugging at her hair as she tried to rationalize it.

The house fell silent as the shower shut off. Her eyes drifted upwards at the sound of wet footsteps padded down the hall towards her. James rounded the corner, towel hung low around his waist, droplets of water running from his soaked hair down his lean chest and abdomen. Fuck, he was hot too wasn’t he. Y/N audibly groaned, tossing her head back against the couch.

“You okay?” He asked cautiously, walking forward to grab the pile of clothes from beside her. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as James dropped the towel from his waist without a second thought. She waited until she no longer heard the ruffling of clothes before opening them again. The shorts were a little too short on him but otherwise everything fit just fine. “Y/N?”

“How do you know my name?” She asked curiously, she was positive she had not given him the courtesy of her name when they had their first introductions. She watched him as he moved to sit next to her on the couch, he grabbed the towel, using it to roughly dry his hair. Noticeably his ears and tail seemed to be gone now. “What's with the whole; wolf, half wolf half man, full man, thing you have going on?”

James smiled at her, yeah, yeah he was really cute. “It was on your nametag the other day.” He explained. He leaned back, body relaxing into the soft cushions on the couch. “Also that much is a little hard to explain, It’s just what my body does, you wouldn't try to explain the process of blood pumping in your veins to someone.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “That's hardly a good analogy.” She complained. She liked hard concrete answers, not wishy-washy bullshit. “It doesn't matter they don't train you for this thing in vet school.” She pulled her legs up onto the couch, resting her head atop her knees as she looked towards him. “Explain what led you here, why were you injured on the side of the road, why haven't you been eating?”

There was a hesitation in his eyes, silence following for a long moment. Gulping hard the blond finally spoke. “I got kicked out by my dad a couple years ago while I was still a teenager, I was couch surfing for awhile but I figured I needed to start fresh.” He seemed tense as he spoke. “Easier to cross the country on four legs rather than two, accidentally encroached on some guy's territory and got my shit kicked in, it had been a few weeks since I ate properly after that.”

“Are you hungry then?” Y/N asked sympathetically, feeling it wasn't her place to pry into the details of that story. She stood up from the couch, moving to the kitchen. James followed her closely, she didn’t comment on it. “Want some cold leftover pizza?” She hummed, throwing the door to her fridge open and rummaging around.

James peaked down at her from over the open door, excitement in his eyes as he nodded enthusiastically. “Thank you.” He eagerly took the pizza box from her hands, ripping it open to shovel the remaining slices into his mouth. “God Y/N, you’re the best.”

She couldn’t help the blush that stained her skin. She wasn’t sure what came over her next as she spoke. “Need a place to crash for a couple days?” The offer was out before she could take it back. Though at the way his eyes brightened, looking towards her, she was glad she offered.

“Are you really cool with that?” He asked around a mouthful of pizza.

Y/N sighed, defeated. “What can I say, I like helping out injured animals.” She joked lightly. Her heart fluttered at the way James cracked a smile at her. “I hope you don’t shed.”

–

A few days turned into a few weeks, weeks to a month. Truthfully she wasn’t keeping track anymore. She hated to admit it but she was lonely. Coming home each day to someone so eager to see her was definitely improving her overall quality of life.

James waited around eagerly for her every day, lounging across her sofa, usually half clothed. His presence in her home came in the form of old skate shoes by the front door, a guitar hanging above her bed, his dirty jeans and shirts piled in the corner of the bathroom each day. It felt more lived in.

“James!” She called out. She could hear the distant chattering of the t.v in the living room, a clattering of dishes alerting her to his location. She shuffled into the kitchen, body slumped over in exhaustion.

He eyed her worriedly as she came into view, quickly placing his plate down against the counter and coming to place a hand on her shoulder. “Long day?” He asked gruffly. A frown situated itself on his face.

Y/N nodded, leaning her head against his chest. “That's an understatement.” She groaned. “I think I might be in need of some doggy cuddles.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. This had become a routine for them now, she had not only gained a roommate, but also a big fluffy pet to ease her sorrows on the worst of days.

Beneath her she could feel James’s body stiffen lightly, the hand he had placed on her shoulder gripping tighter. Curiously she peered up at him, their eyes meeting and she could feel the anxiety pouring from him. “Can I just…give you regular cuddles today?” He asked slowly, like the question would burn him if he spit it out too fast.

That was a boundary that hadn’t been crossed before. Not to say she hadn’t thought of it, truly she didn’t really know what the difference would be. She was lying next to him no matter what. Still she could feel the amount of courage it took for him to ask. Her eyes twinkled and she nodded softly. “Yeah that works too.” She grabbed his large hand within her own, and pulled him behind her to the bedroom.

James had taken up residence on her couch but that didn’t mean he hadn’t become well acquainted with her room. It was one of his favorite places to nap, completely overwhelmed by her scent and enveloped in the warmth of her trinkets and decorations. Of course he was always invited onto the bed when he chose to present as his wolf.

Y/N rolled onto the bed, letting out a comforted sigh. James enthusiastically crawled beside her. Their bodies gravitated towards each other like magnets, Y/N settling into the comforting embrace of his strong arms. He was big enough to fully envelop her with his body. She felt safe and hidden from the world like this.

“Thank you.” She rolled over, her back to his chest as she nestled her head against his arm using it as a pillow. “We lost some patients today.” Her voice wavered as she recounted the events of the day to James. “I just wanted to come home and cry.”

Her body was pulled back, bringing her tighter against James’s strong chest. His nose pressed to the top of her head. “M’sorry.” He soothed her gently rubbing her arms. “You can cry if you want to.” He assured her.

Y/N shook her head gently, taking in a deep shaky breath before speaking. “No, I think I’m okay now.” She tilted her head back to catch a glimpse of his face. Her hand reaching up, fingers gently tracing over the scarring across his cheeks. She thought it was cute, but she knew he didn’t feel the same. “Funny just being around you seems to make me feel better.”

Leaning into her touch, He smiled down at her. “Aren't you glad you saved me.” He joked lightly. Though it was true, he wasn’t sure he would have had the will to go on much longer had he not been brought into Y/N’s clinic.

“Every day.” She returned the smile. Her words filled with a sincerity that James wasn’t used to. His hair stood on end as an unfamiliar feeling swirled in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly Y/N yawned, her body straightening out as she stretched her limbs. “I think it's nap time.” She mumbled. Dropping her head back down she closed her eyes. “I’ll make dinner later.”

James nodded, reaching down with a free hand to pull the blankets over them. “A nap seems good.” He grunted out, trying to still the excitement building inside him. It threatened to boil over at how pleasantly domestic it felt to lay next to her. His mind whirled with hundreds of things he desperately wanted to blurt out.

Her body went slack in his hold. The rhythmic movement of her chest as she breathed falling in sync with his own. He decided his eager professions of love could wait until after she woke up.

[alornights]

⟢ airheads

➜ in which ! stan is head over heels in love with the bimbo girl.

🌷 ﹫stan marsh.

✩ 🦩 warnings﹗suggestive.

🍧 ⟡ notes — me core somehow.

bro i got so carried away with this its so long, i love this sm.

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"Who's that?" Stan murmured nodding his head over to a girl who walked through the cafeteria doors dressed in all pink, looking like a lost deer.

Kenny giggled leaning his chin on his head, "The new love of my life, she's new to town. Dumb and pretty I heard."

"You shouldn't degrade people like that..." Kyle murmured taking a sip of his drink, watching her walk around.

"Totally would bang," Cartman yelled with a grin.

"Like she would ever go for you."

"AY- I HEARD THAT-"

Stan tuned them watching you look around, scratching your hair with some pretty long nails. He sighed standing up, walking over to you, "Do you need help?"

You turned around with a big smile but Stan couldn't help but look down at your chest. "Oh, I just don't know where to sit. Why don't you sit with me!"

"What."

he doesn't understand it. he just can't wrap his head around why he liked you so much.

it wasn't even because of your looks, something about you just scratched his brain the right way.

the way you talk, the way you moved, the way you do anything is just so addictive to him. even you just writing something makes his head spin because it's you.

anytime you talk to him he just blacks out, to be honest, just being around you makes him so dizzy.

the way you pout when you get a question wrong in class has him gripping the table trying not to react to how adorable it was.

"I don't understand." He groaned laying on the concrete ground. "I can't fucking get her out of my mind. It's like she injected me."

"Whipped." Kenny teased passing the ball to Kyle.

"Shut up."

"Probably because you dated Wendy for so long that you're so used to serious mature people," Kyle concluded with a smirk shooting his basketball. "She's dumb, she's energetic, she's cool, she's hot. You like those stuff but you put them aside for Wendy."

"...God I hate it when your smart and right."

"It's part of my charm."

by this point it's mental. there's not a single second where you're not in his brain, even little things get him thinkin' bout you.

would help you in classes he's good at and no matter how much you don't understand it he'll help you get through it.

he thinks you two are a match made in heaven. the emo kid dating the popular bimbo girl? WHERE COULD IT GO WRONG-

loses his mind when he sees you biting the end of your pencil with narrowed eyes trying to understand the material.

gets very flustered when you actually flirt back with him when he accidentally called you gods best creation.

"God's best creation?" You teased leaning over the desk where you two sat and Stan tried his hardest not to look at your rather revealed chest. "Why that means we may be a match made in heaven."

"What."

You giggled taking your hand in his. "You're so cute, Stan."

"What."

he got a bit better but not really.

kenny got hella mad when you started being stan's new passenger princess. instead of all his shit in the glove compartment, he finds a bunch of makeup, candy (not that he doesn't mind), hair ties, and some other shit.

would drive you anywhere you wanted. just ask him and he wills, it doesn't matter what he's doing he'll drop everything for you.

loves listening to you ramble about those reality tv shows or all the twitter drama going on, while very confused, he still loves it.

somehow gets you into rock. he doesn't know how.

bro if you two got to the point of kissing, he's obsessed with your lipstick smudging his lips, it's his fav thing ever.

extra points if you kiss him on his neck and shoulder, HE WILL NOT WIPE THAT SHIT OFF.

if tegrady farms is still around and making money will probably use that money to go shopping with you.

"Are you sure?" You questioned clinging onto his arm as you walked around the mall though the smile on your face said you loved this.

Stan smiled, "Of course baby. I wanna treat you right today."

"Baby?"

maybe he did get bold.

but seeing the way you lit up when he called you that. so he keeps going with it, and he loves how jealous everyone gets.

his dad may complain about all his money disappearing but stan couldn't care less with the way he gets to see you trying on clothes for him like a runway model.

especially those revealing outfits... lord have mercy on him.

couldnt help but stare at your ass when some of skirts and dresses started hiking up.

and tbh if you beg enough, he will get his nails done with you. he fucking enjoyed it, and went back again with you.

bonus, the first time you went with him, you let him pick out the nails and it was your favorite set ever.

and then you started getting very bold.

The two of you sat on the floor of Stan's living room studying for a science test. Stan got lucky that his parents were out of town for the weekend and his sister was off in college.

Unluckily, you two were getting no progress done.

"I don't understand Stan this is too haaard," You whined out loudly throwing your hands over his neck. "I'm boreeed. Why don't we..." You trailed off letting one of your hand land on his thigh, "Why don't we take a break? Have some fun."

"Huh...?" Stan murmured, eyes widened as his body got hotter and hotter with every second, his mind running to all sorts of thoughts.

"So?" You questioned with a pure smile letting your hand trail up.

"Oh."

[kenny-the-ken]

Playboy

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!! Warnings!!: very NSFW content!! Happy Easter you sexy fuckers!!! Enjoy

Easter always seemed like a rather pointless holiday, I mean, it was great for kids, who doesn't love shit tonnes of chocolate? But aside from that, it was a lot of religious bullshit that neither you nor Kenny had any time for, so it was just like any other day.

Except you had a little surprise up your sleeve, knowing that Kenny was in fact a perv, who genuinely couldn't help himself, you knew that before you both started dating that he had an insane collection of Playboy magazines, and a particular outfit they wore always intrigued you.

So here you sat on your shared mattress, patiently awaiting Kenny's arrival from work, in a pale pink body suit, that was practically stuck to your curves it was so tight, your breasts being pushed up to accentuate their size, a pair of bunny ears and a little cotton wool ball tail on the back of your outfit. You paired it with a pair of thigh high stockings and high heel shoes, a grin on your face. You knew Kenny would be rock hard the second his eyes landed on you.

And hearing the familiar click of the door closing, you sat up, leaning on the edge of the mattress, hearing him call out for you. "I'm in here, baby. I have a surprise for you!" You called out, Kenny removing the half smoked joint that was hanging from his lightly chapped lips, opening the bedroom door, his mouth falling to his feet and his eyes almost popping from his skull.

"Oh fuck, you look delicious." Kenny grinned, already starting to take his clothes off, earning a small laugh from you, your cheeks flushing lightly. "Do you like it? Since it's Easter, yknow? Thought it was fitting." You smirked, watching Kenny's eyes narrow, his tongue darting from his mouth to lick over his lips.

"Oh you know I love it, baby. You look so good it's sinful." Kenny smirked back at you, his long, slender arms finding their way around your waist, pulling you flush with his body and shamelessly looking you up and down, hunger in his gaze.

"Oh, you really think so? You should show me how much you like it, hm?" You replied, your hand finding Kenny's thick, blond hair. His eyes looked to your lips, then back to your eyes, his hand moving to your free one, placing it over the growing bulge in his work trousers. "How's that for showing you how much I like it, baby?"

And that was the final words Kenny spoke, his lips crashing roughly against yours, his rough hands tightening their grip on your waist, before pushing you backwards so you fell onto the mattress, your hair splayed out behind your head, a giggle leaving you.

Kenny had stripped to his boxers, his hand travelling to your breast, giving it a squeeze, a low groan leaving the back of his throat. "I hope you're ready, baby. I'm going to absolutely ruin you." Kenny whispered into your ear, his mouth reconnecting with yours, his thigh pushing your legs apart, you could feel his knee against your pussy, and god you only realised how you wet you were now.

"K-Kenny." You breathed out, your hands tangled in his blond, messy hair, as he marked up what was visible of your breasts, his knee pushing harder against you, making a gasp leave you parted lips.

It was only when you watched him pull his boxers effortlessly down his long legs, that you realised how needy he truly was, his cock standing to attention, twitching slightly in excitement of what was about to come.

Without even removing your costume, Kenny moved the body suit to the side, a smirk on his face as he started to rub his sensitive tip along your wet folds, and with a push of his hips, he was inside you, forcing himself in to the hilt, and then stilling to allow your cunt to adjust to his size.

You were gasping and moaning already, giving Kenny a nod when he could move, and move he did, his hands tightly gripping your hips, hard enough to leave bruises, and he pulled his cock out nearly all the way, before slowly pushing back inside you, a combination of moans and whimpers leaving your saliva coated lips.

"K-Kenny, fuck you're so big." You moaned out, as he set his pace, his dick sliding in and out of your sensitive cunt over and over, his brows were furrowed, a few low grunts leaving him.

"Yeah, is that good, Princess? Want more?" Kenny spoke, his words travelling straight to your pussy, as it pulsed slightly around him, earning a deep moan to escape him, and that's when Kenny's teasing stopped, throwing both your legs over his shoulder, pulling you further down the bed and snapping his hips into you faster and deeper, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

Your back was arched against the mattress, your moans filling the bedroom, and Kenny's deep groans making you crave every last inch he could offer.

Kenny brought one of his hands down, connecting it to your ass cheek in the form of a slap, a cry of pleasure leaving your mouth, as Kenny continued to fuck himself into you. You could feel the knot within your stomach loosening, your moans becoming louder with each push of your love's hips.

"Fuck, getting close, baby? I can feel your cunt tightening round me, what's wrong baby? Too much for you?" Kenny chuckled, his hand reaching between your legs to the sensitive bud of nerves just waiting to be touched, and as soon as the pad of Kenny's index finger started tracing circles round it, applying just enough pressure, you couldn't take anymore.

His moans were growing, along with your own, and Kenny knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and neither were you. Your back arched off the bed, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper and slightly sloppier. He was breathless, and so were you, your moans choked and needy as you felt your orgasm begin to wash over you.

"K-Ken, I'm gonna."

"Come for me, Princess, show me how good it feels." Kenny purred out, your orgasm crashing onto you, gasping desperately for breath as you all but screamed Kenny's name, you were sure your neighbours could hear, but you didn't care.

You cunt was tightening even more than it already was, the pulsing becoming too much for Kenny, his hips stuttered before crying out for you, your name falling from his chapped lips, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and with one last deep thrust, you felt him come deep within you.

Both of you were sweat slicked, trying desperately to catch your breaths, and Kenny pulled his slowly softening cock from your cunt, watching the cum start to run out of your hole, biting his lower lip, a grin on his face. "That's fuckin' hot." He laughed out, running to the bathroom to bring you a towel to help you clean up.

And once you were both clean, you removed your stained costume, and crawled into bed beside your naked partner, pulling him close to you, his arms round your waist, his head buried in your chest.

"You should wear that costume again sometime, baby. You looked like you were straight from a Playboy mag, all my dreams had came true." Kenny laughed, and you smiled softly, running a hand through his soft hair.

"Maybe I will wear it again, hunny. Just for you."

[jewbeloved]

Could you write the Yandere alphabet of Tweek and Craig? thank you very much (btw have a happy new year <3)

Yandere Creek Alphabet 💙💛🩸❤️‍🩹💔

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping and murder

Gender: Neutral

💛 Craig and Tweek 💙

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

At first, they preferred to stay as a couple since they weren't really into poly relationships.

But that was until they immediately changed their minds after seeing you for the first time, they still weren't sure about it though but after the poly relationship started with you and them they didn't regret it one single bit.

As for them giving affection, Craig is always down with cuddling you and Tweek together. He also lets you cuddle him if you wanna take over and be the big spoon.

Tweek is nervous when Craig is not present at the moment during your cuddling sessions. He's afraid he might cuddle you uncomfortably or you might be annoyed at him for feeling anxious even though it's just you both cuddling.

Please give Tweek some reassurance that he's doing alright 🥺

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

They are pretty much soft yanderes when it comes to you.

They aren't a huge fan of murdering their victims physically, like Kenny in my last yandere alphabet with him. Craig and Tweek prefer to kill their victims where the blood or evidence won't get on them.

Washing their clothes and getting rid of evidence that is on them is a real pain in the butt you know?

Their killings aren't really messy, they're in fact clean and straightforward.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Goodness no!

Why would they mock you?

Sure they may have kidnapped you, but that doesn't mean they would go out of their way to degrade you like a helpless animal, even If you try to escape from them.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Anything that will involve you trying to escape.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Tweek would be the most vulnerable one in this scenario.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

You could do anything, and they still wouldn't let you leave them.

They're loyal asf.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Oh, probably when you did something really uncalled for and made them both snap at you and made you sleep on the couch crying yourself to sleep for hours.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

They don't mind any future with you, as long as you're by their side.

They can already tell their future is going to be amazing.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yep they do get jealous, but not jealous enough to kill that particular person on the spot.

Unless that person really pushed their jealousy to the next level.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

They're drowning you in kisses and affection all day, and you can't do anything about it >:C

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

They approached and talked to you normally like any other person would before they began to develop highly feelings for you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Tweek almost made it seem obvious a few times, but he got better at hiding over time like Craig.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Punishment? Nah.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

None, your free darling. But not free enough to be allowed to leave ☺️

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

As patient as a porcupine 🤗🤗☺️

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Their relationship wouldn't be the same without you, they both loved you so much but since you're gone. They can't even stay together.

Craig and Tweek would both break up with each other and go separate ways.

Sorry, but it wouldn't be the same without you...

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Tweek does feel guilty for kidnapping and shutting you away from the world like this.

But if he ends up having a certain mood swing, he wouldn't feel bad nor guilty about it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

The protective side got the better of them, if it didn't they wouldn't be on the edge of being yanderes.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Let's be honest, Tweek would probably be freaking out the most and think it would be his fault that you're isolating yourself from them both.

Craig would calm him down and reassure him, before he talks you into stop isolating yourself.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

No

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You might have to play your cards right with this one.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

🫤👉❌ No

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

They would mostly be friends with you for like a couple of weeks before they took it to the next level of asking you to be in a poly relationship with them.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

2 months

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No means no.

Haven't done a yandere alphabet in ages, tbh.

[kyokutsu-sama]

I missed you

"Come back to me my love" | Zaraki x human!reader Tw: smut ( A lot of smut ), it contain a little fluff too Authors's note : I had said before that I would post it and here it is, I just ask you to prepare your fan a fan because what you will read below is hot. I am so in love with this man especially after he appeared in the last episode. OMG I can't😫

(Im sorry if this is too long, I write a little more this time 🤭)

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You turned the doorknob and walked into the house exhausted after a day at work. You closed the door and took off your clothes to go to the bathroom to shower.

You dried off and got dressed, when you opened the bathroom door to go to the bedroom you heard some knocking on the front door and went there to see who it was. You wondered who it was at that time, since it was already night and you weren't waiting for anyone. When you opened the door you recognized that person right away even if you didn't expect him there. You were happy to see him but you were also worried to see the condition he was in. 

"Kenny... What are you doing here at this hour? What happened to you?"- you asked looking at him up and down

"Will you let me in?" 

"Sure, come in" - you opened the door and motioned for him to come in 

He walked in and you followed him into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. He looked like he'd come from the war, his clothes were torn and covered in blood, his face still had some traces of dried blood, you could guess he'd been on some of the usual missions. It wasn't the first time that he appeared there in those conditions, he always looked for you when he had just returned from the battlefield or when he hadn't seen you for a while. You knew you didn't have to worry about him because he would always come back to see you and besides, you also trusted his strength. It's been a while since you two met, that meeting made you question your own nature because a human isn't supposed to see a soul and yet there you and he were seeing each other countless times. 

There were times when he came just to see how you were doing or if you needed anything. He also used to bring Yachiru to see you because you and her got along so well. 

But there were others when he came back for something else... 

"Let me guess, have any of those horrible creatures been around again? Or was another enemy that decided to pay a visit to Soul Society?"- you asked

"Unfortunately it was the first option"- he replied in a tired voice 

"Unfortunately ?" 

"Yes, I was waiting for someone stronger" 

"And even fighting such a weak opponent you're bleeding"- you said looked at his clothes 

"This blood is not mine" 

"Sure... and whose wound you have there a little below your chest is it?"- you pointed

He moved the fabric of the kimono a little and saw the wound you were pointing out, he looked away and covered it up again.

"Stay here, I'm going to the bathroom to prepare a bath for you"- you got up and went there 

"Have you already taken a shower?" 

"Yes, why? Were you going to invite me?"- you teased him 

He looked at you and you laughed. You filled the bathtub with hot water and prepared the towels.

"The bath is ready"- you shouted from the bathroom 

He walked into the bathroom shortly after and you looked back to find him leaning against the door. 

"I can take a shower by myself, you know?"- he said 

"Yeah, I know that. Now, shut up and take off those dirty and smelly clothes. I'll take care of the rest"- you insisted 

He rolled his eyes and sighed, he was stubborn but he always ended up doing what you asked. He took off his clothes and threw them aside, in addition to noticing the existence of other small wounds, you also noticed that his body seemed stronger since the last time you saw him. You took the clothes and put them in the laundry basket and then you pulled up a small stool and sat outside the bathtub, taking a sponge and a basin. 

"So, how are things on the other side?"- you asked while rubbing the bloodstains on his face

"Things are going well"

"And Yachiru? How is she doing?"

"Same brat as usual"

"I thought she was coming with you this time, I'd like to see her"

"She comes next time"

You took the basin of water and poured it little by little over his hair to wash it, his hair had also grown since the last time you saw him. He didn't usually let anyone touch his hair, apart from Yachiru who was stroking it all the time. You still remember the first few times you tried to stroke his hair, he held your hand but you reached out with the other and began to run your fingers through his dark strands. He felt defeated but had to admit he enjoyed having your fingers massaging his scalp and it was since then that he started letting you take care of his hair.

You put the shampoo on the sponge, rinsed it with water and ran it along his body to clean it. You also cleaned his wounds that now seemed to have stopped bleeding, you wondered if those creatures were that strong to pierce his skin even if it was covered by his Reiatsu which made any kind of damage difficult. However, you felt just by the touch that his body seemed stronger and more resistant somehow.

"Have you been training? I feel that you are stronger"- you asked while continuing to wash him

He gave a small smile and you realized that he liked what you had just said, he liked it when you spoke of his strength.

"I'm glad you noticed that, I've been training every day for this"

"Speaking of strength, the other day I saw that boy with orange hair you talk about so much and chase too"

"Ichigo? Is he here?"

"Yes, after all he lives here and don't you dare go there and challenge him to a fight, you hear?"

"I just wanted to know if he is also stronger since the last fight so we could..."

"Shut up"- you said, slapping him in the arm

He laughed and you laughed along with him, you knew he admired that boy's strength even though he ran away from Kenny every time he called him to fight.

"Come on, get up so I can dry you off"

"You're treating me like a boy"- he grumbled as he got up from the bathtub

"But you are, you are my big boy"- you winked

You held the towel and motioned for him to tilt his head a little, as he was very tall and you couldn't reach the top of his head even on tiptoes. You dried his hair, then you running the towel over his neck and finally his face. You took a bigger towel and used it to clean his body, he looked so much better now than he had moments ago.

When you turned around to put the towel on the countertop he grabbed your arm and turned you towards him and kissed you making you drop the towel on the floor by the sudden movement, you thought for a moment that that was his way of thanking you for care. His lips parted for a moment and you gave a small smile.

"Did you miss me?"- you asked

"You have no idea"- he said as he put his hands on your waist

"Come here"- you opened your arms and he leaned in a little to hug you

He and you held each other for a moment, you missed those big arms around you almost covering you.

"You can come here whenever you want"- you said pulling away from the hug

He looked at you without saying anything as you reached out with your fingers to brush the damp hair from his face. You slipped one of your hands and ran your fingers over the wound he had in his chest.

"Does it hurt?"- you asked

"Don't worry about it, it's just a scratch"- he said lowering your hand

"I really hope that when you visit me again it will be healed" - you warned him

"Stop annoying me about it, woman"- he said pulling you against his lips again

You grabbed his arm and shoulder as you followed his lips, his hands grip your waist and push you against the bathroom counter. He lifted you up and sat you on the countertop without leaving your lips, you felt the heat inside the bathroom increase due to what was starting between you two. You felt his arousal rub lightly against your thigh and that made you let out a small moan against his lips, he slipped his hands under your nightshirt and you raised your arms to help him remove it and throw it aside. You went back to kiss his lips while running your hands over his neck and back, his ferocity made his hands go down to your hips to pull your panties but when pulling them he ended up tearing one side. You bit his lip after hearing the tearing noise and he pulled away from your lips. 

"Kenny my panties..."

"Fuck that, I need you now"- he said kissing your neck and removing the rest that was left

You can't really scold him about that after seeing how needy he was. He ran his lips down your neck and then your collarbone,  leaving maks all over your skin. You leaned on your forearms to give him more access to your body, he licked and caressed the skin of your breasts and you tilted your head back enjoying the feeling of having his mouth tasting your skin. He pulled away and knelt on the floor opening your legs and starting to lick the inside of your thighs making you shiver and moaning his name. You rested one hand on the countertop and placed the other in his wet hair as he ran his tongue a few times along your entrance. He went from licking to wet kisses and sucking very quickly and you felt your breath hitch for a moment. 

"Ahh Kenny...that feels so good"- you moaned

He grabbed the flesh of your hips, leaving marks on your skin by his strong hands as his mouth sucked you and tasted you. You gripped his hair a little tighter now as you tried to keep him closer, you rolled your eyes and begged for more. His nose rubbed against your clit as his mouth kissed your entrance, he pulled away and placed two fingers on you and moved his mouth to your clit sucking it as he penetrated his fingers. Your legs trembled and you arched your body as he was working between your thighs.

In the midst of all that pleasure and heat, it didn't take long for you to pour yourself into his mouth, he got up and licked the fingers he had placed in you tasting every drop of you. You were out of breath and your legs were spread and weak, you looked at him for a moment and, for God sake, this man was stunning. His hair was still wet and there were some drops water falling on his body that ran down his big chest and abdomen. Probably one of the hottest views you've ever seen. He grabbed your legs and brought you to the edge of the countertop making you stay with your face close to his, he grabbed your chin and captured your lips again. 

He held one of your thighs while he took his cock and placed it inside you, he rested his other hand on the side of the countertop and you wrapped your arms around his neck keeping him close to you. His panting breath brushing against your ear sent shivers down your spine, he brushed his lips over your neck leaving a few kisses there as he slowly thrust into you. You ran your hands through his long hair and let out some moans, you tightened your legs around his waist when he started accelerating the pace of thrusts.

The way his pelvis rubbed against your bud due to the rapid pace of thrusts made you moan more and more. Your breathing was increasingly uneven, you grabbed his shoulder with one hand while the other dug your nails into his arm as his cock moved in and out of you which made you roll your eyes in pleasure. You missed that adrenaline, missing being touched that way, whenever he made visits alone or when he returned from some mission that left him in that state, you two always ended up that way. He always made a point of "trying out" a random corner of the house with you. Not even you knew your body as well as he did, he always knew what he was doing when he touched you.

You pulled him back a little to meet his eyes and kiss him right away, it was a voracious and necessary kiss.

"Make me come... Ohh I'm so fucking close"- you moaned against his lips

He couldn't hide his proud smile knowing he was doing so well, he trapped your lower lip between his teeth and kissed you hard, you could taste a slight taste of blood during the kiss due to the bite he had left in you. His strong body was bumping against yours nonstop and you could barely feel your legs, his cock entering your wet pussy intensely only made your insides tighten around him even more.

That feeling was so good that you could barely think straight, you just let yourself be carried away by all that pleasure. Your fluids started squirting out while your moans echoed the bathroom walls. Whenever he visited you, you felt sorry for the neighbors for having to listen to you that way. As for him, he didn't give a fuck.

He stopped moving shortly after and laid his head in the crook of your neck trying to catch his breath for a moment, he couldn't deny that you took the strength out of him. You were ruined, your breath was panting and your body barely had strength to move, you combed his long strands between your fingers as his heavy sighs hit against your neck. He pulled away and withdrew from you as he licked his lips at the sight of your oozing pussy, he almost gave in to the temptation to turn you around and start another round.

"Tch! You... should see yourself now"- he said seeing your body completely ruined

"To see your beautiful "work of art" ?"- you teased, making him smile

He ran two fingers through your folds, placing the drops that ran into you. You held his forearm and let out a little moan when his fingers went deep into you. He withdrew his fingers and licked them, you could still see some desire in his eyes and for a moment you thought he wasn't done yet. He pulled the stool where you had sat before and sat on it, taking a towel and cleaning the small drops of water that still ran down his body. You got off the countertop with some difficulty because your legs were very weak and you had to lean on the edge to not fall, he looked at you and couldn't help but smile after seeing you struggle to move.

"Hey ! I saw that little smile, idiot"- you said making him giggle

"How am I not going to laugh if you're looking so weak right now"

"And that's exactly why you should help me instead of laughing at me, you brute. Look at this, you're going to pay me for these panties, you hear?"- you said, holding on torn fabric

He looked away and took a long breath after hearing you complain about what he had done. 

"Why the hell would you complain about something you knew you liked?"- he thought

"And not to mention the fact that you marked me all over my neck and bit my lip making it bleed and..."

You were interrupted when he got up and turned you around, placing you against the countertop and putting one of his hands on your chin making you look in the mirror in front of you. You saw that the expression on his face looking a little more intimidating now.

"Do you still feel it here? Do you think you are in a position to take it again?"- he spoke next to your ear while rubbing his dick against your butt

"Well, I'm in a good position but I don't think I can take it again... I'm too tired"- you teased even after seeing his serious face through the reflection of the mirror in front of you

"You have no idea how much worse I can do, woman… don't tease me "- he whispered in your ear with his deep voice

You felt your breath hitch for a moment when he walked away from you, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and you put your shirt back on.

He went to your bedroom and lay down on the bed with a tired sigh, he missed those sheets where he had been lying with you several times. And not just lying down...

"Did you miss my bed?"- you asked sitting in front of the bed

"A little, it's just a pity it's a little small for me"

"I'm sorry if I'm not huge and strong like you"- you giggled and laid down next to him

You snuggled between his arm and chest as you ran a hand over his body caressing his skin and the small wounds.

"You'll have to come back tomorrow, won't you?"- you asked

"Yes"

"And when would you be back again?"

"I don't know"

"Well anyway, I'll be waiting for you like always. Come back to me my love"- you gave him a smile

He looked into your eyes and you noticed that his gaze seemed softer now, he ran a hand through your hair and laid your head against his chest while running his fingers through your strands.

"I'll be back soon, I promise" - he said

You smiled and hugged his body. They could call him a bloodthirsty but deep down he wasn't just that, he still managed to keep his words.

[kenlvry]

could u do reader and team stan or team craig (u pick) going to a roller skating rink but the reader doesn’t really know how to skate?

ice skating with reader

an, ALSO HELLO I ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT ICE SKATING I'M SOOO SORRY.. i love both teams so uh uj uh im doing my favs, stan kyle craig kenny tweek and clyde, if you want the rest pls request again love muah also listened to russian roulette while doing this. no pronouns used (use of 'girl' in clydes)

♪⁠～

clyde

clyde was pretty bored and it has been long since you two went on a date together, so after searching up "places to go with your partner" he decided to go with ice skating, you love ice skating right?? you had no fucking idea how to skate but since he wanted to go you just agreed 🤷 . you both picked your roller skates and clyde entered the rink first "cmon y/n!" he skated the entire rink and you still haven't entered "whats wrong?" he said stopping and looking through the glass "clyde.. I can't skate" he had to held in a laugh fr, he said he'll help and you agreed,

he held your hand as your left foot was on the ice before you could lift your other leg you fell and did splits, he wish he could laugh ong. you got the use of it, he would skate here and there and ur just struggling to move and inch, he grabbed your arm and skated around "CLYDE CLYDE SLOW DOWN" he didn't stop and you kinda just skated, thats one way to get yo girl to skate.

he'd do an outside edge stop "clyde stop im going to slash your face with the roller skate" "yup okay noted." , you two eventually were skating, it just took 7 falls and 3 holding onto random peoples arm. you can obviously tell that clyde wanted to laugh "... you can laugh" "LMAOOAOA THE WAY YOU FELL HELP"

he'd tease you for awhile until you had to force him to stop. it was still sweet nonetheless, the way he holds your hands throughout the whole thing.

kenny

kenny is the rizzler fr, he'd ask you to go ice skating with so he can rizz you up. like for example youd skate around and he'll skate pass you while winking, he was imagining all the things he'd do, little did he know you had no idea how to skate.

he just immediately went in to skate and skated around searching for you just to realise your on the seats watching him through the glass "wyd, come in" "ken, i cant skate" he just stared shock, all his plans were ruined. he thought to just have fun and teach you, he held you hand as you entered the rink, when you were in he let go and you immediately fell but he caught you, he held your waist and you two were holding intense eye contact, rizzly bear who???

he holds your arm while skating and say things like "I'm gonna catch you if you fall dw" "don't you trust me? its okay" but then proceed to laugh when you fall. he's still sweet though, he genuinely teaches you and praises you when you actually skate on your own.

you fell on top of a random guy and was just staring into each other, kenny pulled you up and asked if you were okay and just pulled you aside, that was suppose to be his moment and he'd try to recreate it just to have some random girl fall ontop of him, he pushed her off and went to you though. it was a funny but fun date ngl, you loved it sm.

kyle

i like to think that kyle is a master of ice skating, he'd do a axel a salchow a lutz and a loop and everyone clapping at him. you just clapping from the glass hes like bro i did all of that for u to just sit down?? "kyle, i can't fucking skate" he laughs softly at that and teaches you.

but no he doesn't teach you how to skate like a normal person he is a whole coach "okay im gonna teach you how to do a spiral and then a layback spin" "kyle i cant even get on the rink without falling backwards and blow my head up" hes just like 🧍 oh. he still teaches you though, hes holding your arm while you get on rink with shaky ass legs and has such patience with you.

he'd teach you how to balance and how to stop without having to fracture your spine. he would try to impress you by doing moves ong. all in all ice skating with kyle is the best

craig

his ice skating skills are average, he can move around maybe jump a little but thats it, you on the other hand can't even walk in the skates. he smiles at how you can't even walk on to the rink. "here lemme help you" one hand on your arm and the other on your waist. hes so gentle with you and when you two actually skate he'd stare at you the whole time

he has to hold in a very big laugh when you fall on your ass for the 19373938 time. you almost fell and some guy hold your hand so you were stable "you okay?" he said and you smiled saying yes, craig immediately gets inbetween you two "you okay babe?" you just smiled and nodded, you'd go skate on your own and craig just flips off the guy

he's the type of guy that every girl fall inloves with at the ice skating rink but his eyes are fully on you, you two were smiling the whole time acting as if you two married blushing at each other and catching each other. everyone was lonely ong 😞

ice skating with him is the most romantic thing and you wish you could repeat the whole thing again.

stan

i think stan is also like a pro at ice skating, he'd go there to release stress so he's a pro. he's doing quads and spinning 4 times, your surprise he hasn't puked yet. by the time his yuzuru wannabe action is done his hair is a mess and every girl is looking at him fr

"why aren't you skating?" he asked through the glass "stan I can't skate fym why I'm not skating" he smiles and asks to help. he is very gentle and patient with you, he holds your arm while you set foot on the rink, if you fall he's fast with it. he sometimes want to laugh but you'd glare at him before he can

he'd totally leave you to continue his yuzuru wannabe action, everyone is clapping and throwing roses and ur just at the edge falling down every second with the 😒 face on. he would pull you around while he skates, it was cute asf people were filming it and posting it everywhere. he's skating backwards looking at you holding your hands smiling and its like the world revolves around you two 🤞

you two would go home to find the both of you viral, you make a mental note to always go skating with him from now on

tweek

tweek himself can't skate what makes you think he's gonna help you??? jk, before asking you to go skating he'd ask every single one of his friends to skate, if you were to go to ice skating rink during fridays ur gonna see tweek skating not moving an inch and the others going "WOOO YESSSS TWEEK"

he eventually can get the basics, but he can't enter the rink without holding on to someone's hand, you tell him you can't skate and it was the perfect chance. he remembers what tolkien taught him and tells you the same thing, although hes shaky the whole time he sometimes fall but its okay you didnt laugh.

he's skating while holding your hand so he doesn't loose you. occasionally looking back to see if your okay, you two would stop for awhile to take a breather. it was cute and you two would definitely not go again bc wtf you two suck ass

[hrefna-the-raven]

His first

Masterlist - Horror masterlist - Misc.

Kenneth "Leatherface" Slaughter x female reader

Summary: You moved to Harlow around a year before the events of the movie and started to befriend the nice old lady who lived with her son in the old orphanage.

Notes: *sigh* I just want that old man to be happy...🥹 I took this to describe his scars, I like the idea of this concept art of Leatherface for the 2022 movie 😍

Reader: short female reader, no specific descriptions used

Part 1

You happily hummed a cheerful melody as you closed the lids of the numerous boxes filled with different fingersfoods and salads before finally packing up the large chocolate cake and a handful of candles. With a sigh of relief, you made your way up the road to the old orphanage, struggling to carry the heavy bags without throwing their contents around too much. You barely knocked at the door before it swung open, revealing a hulk of man, standing there in silence staring you down.

"Happy birthday, Kenny", you exclaimed with delight, unable to contain your giggles as you flashed him a warm smile and tenderly brushed your hand against his arm.

Kenneth froze for a moment, unsure how to react to the surprise. You had been visiting them every evening for the last year but this was the first time you were around for his birthday. For nearly fifty years, it had always just been him and Ma since he found himself stranded here. He stepped aside, gesturing for you to come inside, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You headed straight for the kitchen where Ginny awaited your arrival while he almost ran up the stairs, the door of his room slamming shut.

"Let me help you set the table", Ginny offered, wincing slightly while she fell back unto the chair she tried to get up from.

"No, no, no, please, save your strength", you interjected, continuing to arrange plates and food on the table, "I promised to organise everything this year, so no worries."

"You're the sweetest! We were truly blessed when you moved to our lost little town and with all the things you've done for me and my Kenny."

Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around her, embracing her tightly and Ginny began to sob, motherly patting your back.

"It's only normal, you've been like a family to me, I care a lot for you both."

"Kenny feels the same way about you, you know. In fact, he's quite taken with you."

She pulled away, a suggestive smile playing on her lips, and you felt a rush of warmth spreading across your cheeks. You've grown rather fond of Kenneth, enjoying him being this silent yet gentle presence and, over time, you also learned how to interpret his different grunts and huffs, sharing precious moments together. Today, you had planned to finally confess your feelings to him but a sudden fear loomed over you like a bleak shadow. He was much older than you and had been living on his own all this time. Would he even feel the same for you? You noticed his uneasiness whenever he was around you, but that didn't necessarily mean that he shared the same feelings. It could as well mean the exact opposite and you'd ridicule yourself tonight in laying your heart out.

"I'll put the candles on, go and get the birthday boy", Ginny's voice interrupted your trail of thoughts and doubts, "I'm sure he will be all dressed up for you by now."

You nodded and made your way upstairs, taking a deep breath before knocking at the door at the end of the hallway. You heard a grumble and opened the door, smiling as you entered. Kenneth was sitting on the bed, buttoning up his shirt. You paused in your tracks, your eyes scanning his tall figure, basked in the gentle golden hue of the setting sun that shone through the window. He was truly a captivating sight, now even more so as he was dressed all in black, with a pair of finest pants held up by crimson suspenders, a fitting striped shirt with rolled-up sleeves, his long dark grey mane tamed for once and neatly bound together at the back of his head, and, the final touch, his neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard.

He glanced up, his eyes holding a tenderness while the rest of his body betrayed the anxiety coursing through him. You had shown him kindness and affection, yet the self-doubt would never cease to plague him. Every woman he ever met ran from him in terror and despite you having proven to be different and him being all dressed up, he could never hide his ugly. The hideous thick scar stretching across his left cheek, the permanent disfigurement of his nose after it had been broken many years ago, the crooked yellowed teeth and the fact that old age had finally caught up with him, unable to hide behind a mask, it all gnawed at him. No matter what Ma told to others, no amount of elegant clothes or sweetly spoken words could truly hide the ugliness he believed himself to possess.

Your lips parted as you drank in the image of the man before you, determined to etch it forever into your memory and, before you knew it, your body betrayed your own hesitations and stumbled forward, your hands reaching out to gently cup his cheeks while your lips pressed against his, swallowing the startled gasp that had escaped him. Kenneth found himself nearly drawning in the sea of his selfdoubt when a wave of the impossible suddenly drifted him away, carrying him to shores he'd always thought never to set foot on. He truly wanted to hold back, give you time to realise the mistake you had stumbled into, but his own body betrayed him too, acting on its own will as his arms wrapped around your waist and he finally kissed back. It was sloppy, teeth nibbling too hard at your lips before his tongue pushed past, whirling in your mouth without purpose. You were his very first, the first to not scream or run, to share kindness, and to kiss him. As you pulled away, a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you tried to regain your breath, wiping away the lingering wetness of the kiss.

Kenneth's gaze was fixed on your face, carefully observing for any indication to validate his fears but you simply smiled at him, still leaning in so closely that he could feel the heat radiating from your face while your fingertips traced the scar on his cheek.

"Shall we go down and celebrate?", you whispered, "this day...evening belongs all to you, after all."

With a quick peck on his lips, you held his hand, your fingers intertwining with his as you guided him downstairs.

The soft flickering of the candles on the cake cast a soft glow throughout the kitchen and you lead Kenneth towards the table.

"Happy birthday!", you and Ginny shouted at the same time, "make a wish!"

While Ma and you were cheering, he pulled you into a hug before kneeling next to you to rest his forehead against yours, humming softly. He knew exactly what he'd wish for this time and so he took a deep breath and blew out the candles while desperately holding back the tears that formed in the corner of his eyes.

Part 2 (18+)

[sailorsenshishitposter]

The anti Gojo fan club

"Are you sure you belong here?" Asked the oversized bouncer. Standing before him was a young teenage boy with pink locks and a school uniform.

"I think you'd be more comfortable at that place." He then pointed over to the club down the road (Weenie Hut Jr.'s).

"I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm on the list."

The bouncer then looked down and noticed four glowing, red eyes. He gulped and tried his best not to shit himself on the spot before moving aside and letting the boy in. Sighing in relief, the man let himself regain composure. It was then that he heard the most terrifying words in his life.

"Kenjaku, I told you that you were in charge of snacks! Honestly, I can't count on you for anything. It seems that I'M the one who has to do everything around here! Hey, you! How would you like to be apart of our dinner service instead of guarding that door?"

Sukuna said apart of as in literally. Everyone dragged the man in as the king of curses got his tools ready.

"Domain expansion, Malevolent Kitchen!"

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Uraume was now busy cooking. They had a number of dishes in mind such as skewered intestines, "finger" sandwiches and some roasted thigh to name a few. As they were preparing the feast, the meeting began.

"Welcome, lowly peasants! Today marks our third annual villains assembly (totally not the bad guy version of AA that Gojo had forced on them). I see we have some new faces here. Care to introduce yourselves?"

A scrawny man stood up.

"M-my name is Ijichi and I joined because I can't tolerate Gojo's abuse any longer! He keeps spouting something about how "he's the 'honoured' one", and that's the reason why he's allowed to put kick me signs on my back and keep ding dong ditching my doorbell all night!"

The man then started to have a nervous breakdown and began to sob.

"There, there. You are among friends now.  You see, everyone here has a reason for hating the six eyed bastard."

"Not me. I'm just here for the free coupon tickets!"

Sukuna sighed.

"Who is the guy again?"

"My name's Reggie Star! I've been on TLC's extreme couponing! Why does everyone forget I exist!?"

"Reggie, we've been over this. This is solely for those that hate Satoru Gojo. If you can't abide by our clubs rules then feel free to leave."

Suddenly Kenjaku began to choke himself. Sukuna gave him a curious glance.

"Sorry, you know how my vessel likes to act up."

Sukuna nodded in agreement.

"We need to end this meeting in two hours or else the brat will wake up and spoil the fun. Now, is there anything else worth mentioning? Speak now."

"When do we get to play board games?"

"Damn it Mahito, you know well enough that those festivities don't take place until after everyone has eaten!"

"Hey, what is that!?"

Everyone started to notice a figure that was clearly trying to hide behind the throne but it was useless.

"I can hear your mosquito like voice already, Yorozu! You know the rules, no girls allowed."

The girl then popped out and began to pout.

"Then why do Mahito and Kashimo get to be here!?"

"For the last time, Mahito is a curse who has no gender and the consensus was that while Kashimo "looks female enough", he is indeed still male."

Mahito then decided to taunt her.

"Yeah! What's so cool about girls anyway!?"

"Didn't you wear a school girl uniform while fondling breasts you created?"

"That was one time Jogo, and it wasn't even canon!"

"I've had enough of this. Someone escort her out!"

Yorozu screamed and thrashed so Kenjaku released Kurourushi outside. She immediately ran after the cockroach so she could study it.

"Dinner is ready."

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After everyone had finished, Mahito asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

"Which tastes better? Humans or curses?"

Kenjaku then appeared."Let me help answer that."

Kenny then began to drag a screaming Mahito towards his palm and then proceed to vore him down.

"Thank you! He was getting on my nerves."

Kenjaku began to savor the taste of Maximum Uzumaki and then proceeded to vomit the curse back up.

"I'd have to say humans. How did my vessel put it? You taste like a rag used to clean up shit and vomit."

Sukuna then joined in.

"So it matches his personality?"

"Correct."

Mahito was now trembling on the floor when the king of curses looked down upon him.

"Kenjaku, won't you be a dear friend and put on some karaoke for the entertainment? I want to sing skyfall."

Jogo lit his pipe up and started getting blazed. He had been waiting for the curse to get his ass beat.

"This weed is so good Hanami. Where did you find it?"

".ti werg I"

"Nevermind..."

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"Wherever you go, I go. What you see, I see."

Mahito was now running for his life as Sukuna walked towards him. He thought about hiding in the bathroom but then remembered a word of advice he read on Yoshihiro Togashi's twitter account. "Never shit alone, for if you do, the horny clown will come to decapitate you!"

"Why did Gege have to put me in Shonen Jump!?"

Something then grabbed him by his collar.

"Found You!"

"Look, if this is about all those times I cheated when I was the banker in Monopoly, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, we're not killing you."

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Mahito was now placed inside a pet crate.

"What's going on!?"

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Nanami?"

"I didn't expect to see you here Ijichi. I'm here because I was told that there was a curse that needs to be euthanized. Fortunately, I'm kind hearted and believe that even the worst animals have a chance at being reformed. It just takes proper discipline..."

The cage began to rattle.

"NOOOO! ANYONE BUT HIM! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!"

Kento then picked up the handle of the carrier.

"Expect to be eating out of a dog bowl and being kept on a leash once we get home."

Everyone failed to realize that the two hour window had passed and Itadori began to wake up.

"Huh? What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

The crowd wasn't sure what to do until Kenjaku stepped up.

"Hello, son. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I really am dreaming then. Something that crazy could only happen in my imagination."

"You're my special. You were the only one I didn't abort."

"Huh? No offense mister but you're really creeping me out. I think I'm just gonna head out."

After the boy left, Kashimo spoke up."

So how big was he?"

"Gross!"

Everyone knew that the god of thunder had a thing for the king of curses.

"All I'm saying is that they were identical twins right?"

"I've had enough of this filth! Youngsters these days!"

Out came a disgusted Gakuganji. He was clearly the biggest Gojo hater but it seems that he couldn't tolerate the crudness of today's youth. The club would never hear his guitar covers of Jimi Hendrix again.

[cursedvibes]

not necessarily a call out against the other anon, but Geto fans are the ones who gloss over Kenny not being Geto than the opposite. Any time they appear you see Geto fans erasing the stitches and pretending it's him. Things Kenjaku does or says or thinks? "omg it's actually Geto breaking through!" For some seeing Geto, physically as a body, is enough. Deeply ironic when Gojo was screaming at Kenjaku because he knew past his eyes that it wasn't Geto. Kenjaku doesn't even pretend to talk like him

Yup, very ironic that some fans do more to reduce Geto to his body than the manga or Kenjaku (fans). Being a flesh puppet is enough, who gives a shit about what is actually happening with it. They'll even assign contradictory character traits to him, just to pretend Geto is still around. Like when people were making theories about how Geto would regain control over his body and fight back against Kenjaku when seeing Gojo's dead body, but when actually Kenjaku just laughed at their phone screen and moved on unbothered, they were like "omg look how cute! that's totally Geto!". Went from "he's gonna break down and cry" to "Geto would totally laugh about Gojo dying". Not to mention that we just saw Geto's actual reaction in ch 236.

It's funny that I see something similar happening with Yuuta and Gojo now. Everyone is so preoccupied with how this will lead to Gojo coming back that they're fine with Yuuta's death only being a stepping stone for it. They're erasing the stitches to pretend Gojo is there too. Nobody can escape Geto and Gojo's popularity and will inevitably be thrown aside for the comforting thought of those two being back (after all what would jjk be without them...).

[cosmicjoke]

Levi seems like the person who wont open up to people easily but that scene with nifa comes back to me and I wonder why he suddenly wanted to talk, was it because of the context with kenny and everything maybe

I think definitely the situation was reminding Levi of his time with Kenny. Kenny taught Levi how to "survive" in the Underground, and we can sort of extrapolate from that that Kenny likely put Levi into situations similar to ones like the operation Levi and his squad were running, as a way to test his skill and the lessons he imparted. Levi mentions to Nifa, sort of off-handedly, that he was raised by Kenny the Ripper, and when Nifa dismisses it as a joke, Levi stops talking, but continues thinking about how Kenny influenced the way he thinks. Levi's entire plan for drawing out their enemies was likely something similar to what Kenny had trained him in, running that kind of reconnaissance, etc... It's why Kenny is able to anticipate Levi's plan and moves, because Levi's "plan" and "moves" were basically what Kenny had taught him as a child. Levi realizes that what he's seeing on the ground is very much like something that Kenny would have set up for him as a training exercise, basically, just a split second before Kenny sneaks up behind him and blasts Nifa's head off. If Levi hadn't realized it in that moment, he probably would have gotten his own head shot off too. As it was, he tried to warn Nifa, but he just didn't have enough time.

So I think he opens up to Nifa about Kenny in that moment because the situation and what he's seeing unfold on the ground reminds him of one of Kenny's lessons, and it takes him a moment to realize that it seems so familiar because it IS one of Kenny's lessons, only played out with genuine intent this time. He realizes Kenny means to kill him and his squad. It's basically like Kenny's sick idea of a test. If Levi passes, he gets to live, but if he fails, then he dies. That was Kenny playing for keeps. He's basically testing Levi to see how his little experiment with him turned out, to see if all the lessons he taught him stuck or not.

Just as an aside, it really bugs me when I see people dismiss this as some expression of love on Kenny's part, or as if it's some sort of gesture of respect on Kenny's part. No, Kenny meant to kill Levi, and he was okay with killing Levi if Levi failed to display the hardened, killer instincts that Kenny had pounded into him as a child. That tells us so much about just how fucked up Kenny's treatment of Levi as a child was, and what Levi himself would have taken from those lessons. He essentially was telling Levi that if he wasn't "strong", meaning if he wasn't willing and able to kill other people, then he himself didn't deserve to live, and we see that philosophy of Kenny's being tested ON Levi in this scene. Kenny isn't holding back. He's genuinely trying to murder his own nephew. People don't really seem to stop to consider the psychological damage this had to have had on Levi growing up. This idea that, if he wasn't able to fight back, his own life was worthless. We see the consequence of that on Levi during the Battle of Heaven and Earth, when Levi expresses this belief that if he doesn't get up and fight, despite being half-dead, everyone else will just forget he even exists. That's Levi expressing that he considers his own life worthless if he isn't able to "be strong" like Kenny taught him. The great heartbreak in that is, Levi only applies that standard to himself. He doesn't feel that way about other people's lives. To Levi, everyone else's lives are precious, whether they're strong or not. And in that, we see Levi able to overcome and cast off Kenny's destructive lessons about life's worth, or lack thereof. Unlike Kenny, Levi doesn't judge any life to be worth less if the person it belongs to isn't able to reach a certain standard of strength. It's only himself that he lets that standard apply to, which is deeply tragic, I think.

[jewbeloved]

Team Stan + Butters and Pip playing rainbow friends with their s/o🌈🩸🩸💖

I am addicted to this game so I thought about writing this scenario.

Warnings: mentions of jumpscares

Gender: Neutral

💚💙 The Main Four ❤️🧡

You have been playing this game for weeks and you thought about introducing the game to the boys.

They thought it was just some silly children game because they thought the characters didn't look scary.

They changed their mind when they got jump scared by Blue and his friends.

Now let's move onto the gameplay.

Stan would be the type to listen for the footsteps of the enemies before hiding into his box if they get too close to him.

Kyle would probably never hide into his box unless it's the round where they have to collect batteries or if Cyan is out.

Cartman would definitely rage if he gets caught by the enemies. He then spends a lot of robux to buy diamonds so he doesn't sit out after he has gotten caught.

If Kenny can die and come back to life the next day, he will gladly do the same in the game. Everytime he gets caught he can just respawn with the diamonds he already has.

They would still do their own strategies even if they are walking around the map together with you.

They definitely become addicted to the game though🧡❤️💙💚💖💖

💛 Butters Scotch 🌯

Butters is the type to just freely roam around the map, not caring if he is being chased by the enemies.

He likes the lookies, he doesn't care if others call him weird he thinks the lookies are adorable and nobody can change his mind.

He probably also makes a "Aw man" face everytime he gets jumpscared by the enemies.

Butters likes the game and he probably also gets every box skin.

He likes the birthday cake skin the most!✨ He played the game a lot of games so he could save up enough coins to buy it.

Butters is good at finding the items in the game so you both end up completing the game quickly everytime <3

He personally likes Yellow the most! 💛💛💛💛💛

💛 Phillip Pirrup 💘

Oh! Phillip also loves to play that game! He was about to tell you about it, but he was even more excited when he heard that you also play the game!

You both are addicted to the game and end up completing both chapters quickly without either of you guys dying.

Well....you both DO sometimes die to green or purple.

In Phillip's defend, Green was blocking his way and he simply didn't know that you weren't supposed to step on the water when passing by purple.

With putting that aside, some people like Cartman is pissed at how Phillip can be so good at the game since he thought British people don't play Roblox.

You always laugh at Cartman whenever he gets caught by the enemies because that's what he deserved for messing with Phillip >:3

Phillip's favorite box skin is the cactus one!💛💛💛💛

I wonder how long it will be for people to find my secret blog :> I didn't even change my editing style.

[kyokutsu-sama]

What would be the reaction of the characters seeing their s/o dancing on a pole.

A request from @nallisxy

I hope you like it✨️

Characters : Shunsui, Kenpachi, Byakuya, Jushiro, Shinji, Grimmjow and Urahara

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Shunsui :

If you read what I posted here before this one you will have a "more detailed view" about it.

If he saw her on a pole he would be dazzled by the sight.

His eyes were shining, he will applaud and praise her.

He will ask her to do a show for him... but without clothes.

Kenpachi :

When he saw her standing on the pole while doing all those moves the first thing he appreciates is the strength she have to hold on.

After putting her strength aside he walks towards her and asks what she was doing because he likes what he sees.

She decide to give him a demonstration but before even finished he's already pulling her off the pole and dragging her to the bedroom.

Byakuya :

If you think he won't react to this, think again.

This gentleman will look her body up and down discreetly until she realizes he is looking at her.

He'll just compliment her "hidden talent".

He loved to see it but didn't admit it.

Jushiro :

The moment he sees her dancing he nearly has a small heart attack.

He is wide-eyed and lips curved in a smile. He is enjoying the vision he is having.

Like Kyouraku, he will ask her to dance for him more often (the only difference is that she doesn't have to do it totally naked).

Shinji :

He will show a confused expression at first and wonder about it but he can't help but notice the wonderful way she is slaying.

He keeps looking at her as he changes his expression to a smile, especially when you're upside down.

It literally makes his type.

Grimmjow :

He will be appreciating her with a sly smile.

Even though he can't help but wonder why she's dancing like that.

If she stays there any longer he won't wait and will show her what she's doing to him.

Kenny vibes here.

Urahara :

He will blush slightly and hide his red cheeks behind the fan he is carrying.

He'll enjoy the view while fanning himself to soothe his little hot flashes.

He'll say he was in awe of her for dancing so well.

I'm seeing this man trying to get up on the pole trying to do the same but he can't and ends up falling on the floor almost breaking his leg.

Urahara being himself again…

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[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here again my friend with a quick 🫂 for you. And now let's dive in.

So the great and unexpected: Madney!!! I didn't think we'd be getting much from them this episode, and it was starting to feel weird that we hadn't heard from them after Mara left, so I was so, so happy to see them finally get some dedicated screen time!!! And I loved how they handled their talk about kids and really brought home how solid and loving their relationship is (of course Chim already knew, that's her husband!!!). And while the well call-back being about their story was a surprise, it wasn't unpleasant, it worked and Kenny killed that scene, they never said it outright but you could feel Chimney thinking about his own brother when he was talking to the kid. And yeah, Maddie making a rule that she not be treated with kid gloves was so good to see, it needed to be said. Perfect subplot for them, no notes.

The incredible and only partly expected: Eddddddie!!! We are finally, actually dealing with the root of Eddie's problems and yeah it feels mean to say (but Tim kinda earned it after last season's mess) they are actually handling it well. The hot gay priest is a lovely bonus, but him being the one to push Eddie made sense for where Eddie is at now. And the Risky Business dance after shaving??!! TV at its finest. And as a last point actually putting "Oh, I'm straight." in the script?? That man is getting out and I can't wait, we are going to feats my friend.

Now not great but I get why but also I'm tired: The break up. So before I get salty let me just emphasize BONES 🥂🥂🥂🥂🎉🎉🎉🎉!!! Oh god it feels like we lived the literal seasons of BT 1.0 in these 10 or so episodes of BT 2.0 and I'm so glad its done for and we are free. That being said let's talk about the way they handled this. So is it just me or is Tim literally recycling his lonestar secret wife plotline for Tommy but with slightly less plotholes?? Because Josh's whole speech minus the Glee nonsense sounded a lot like his facebook post from that time. That man seriously needs to let his bad ideas die. Also whether your trying to face-value justify Tommy seriously hurting Abby during a rough time in her life (and I'm no fan of Abby) or trying to imply that we should let go of the racism and misogyny of the past in the subtext, "you don't know what's it was like to be scared and gay and closeted" isn't an excuse!!!! You don't get to magically wave away people being harmed by a character's actions OR someone close to those people passing judgement on those actions with a "pre-Glee" argument, its absurd. And yeah, maybe they had to have a good excuse for Buck to overcompensate and jump into "let's move in together!" but is this really the best they could do?? Speaking of Buck overcompensating, I repeat from last week, the hamster wheel is not fun!!! I mean at least they didn't actually move in together, but to try and pull off a last minute "I won't because I care too much" from the guy who just brought Buck tickets to watch a game he hates for an anniversary present is just 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄. Also unless its part of his post-breakup spiraling we are once again not going to discuss the condescending attitude, the digs at Buck being mature enough, or telling Buck who he is all the way up until the final scene. I'm tired. Why did we go through all of this nonsense for months to end with Buck getting nothing from this relationship aside from realizing he's bi, we could've done that in 2 or 3 episodes last seasons and spared everyone the pain of trying to buy into's Lou's attempts at acting. Just ugh.

At least we ended with Buddie on the couch, which definitely feels like the start of something. Thoughts (salty or otherwise)??

Hello my friend, and thanks for the hugs, they are appreciated 🫂

Okay, let's get to it! I am SO very excited about a new Madney baby! They deserve to have a lovely, healing experience after the last time! Their discussions about joy were sweet and I loved their rules! They have to communicate, but with trust! He has to trust that when she says she's okay and doing well, she is, and she has to trust that if she is NOT doing well, she can speak up and he (and everyone) will be there to support her. I love this for them, and also for us! And also for Uncle Buck and the good stuff we can get there too.

The Eddie stuff was so good! We see him STILL hiding the actual truth of what happened in his storytelling and putting all the weight on himself! And even without the full story, Hot Priest Brian still knew exactly what was up and what to say to help kick-start Eddie's journey. As much as I hate this Chris plot dragging out like it has been, this episode gives some reasoning by telling us Eddie is keeping himself from joy to punish himself, and Chris has always been a joy for him. Hopefully we will see him taking steps soon to go get his son back.

As for the break-up, at the very least we can celebrate it being over! 🍾🥂🎉🍾🥂🎉🍾🥂🎉 I wasn't expecting it to be super satisfying but damn this show still manages to let me down 😒 I am *cackling* at the LS comparison because it's just like, same premise, different font 🙄. And if it didn't work the first time and actually got a LOT of criticism, why pull the same shit again? Except that BT 2.0 is called that for a reason because it's the same as BT 1.0 down to the stank face about an ILY, and a panicked "move in with me so I can prove I'm good enough" from Buck. How tired and boring.

I'm glad Bryan gave a speech that resonated with him. I'm glad it can be looked at with an Eddie lense. I'm NOT glad that we are excusing racism, and misogyny in the name of "protecting closet space". Eli was a white man who worked in the same house under the same people, and we NEVER see him engaging in that kind of shit! So it's not like T couldn't have hung out with him instead, he actively CHOSE to be part of the problem. And at the end of the day, we STILL see the misogyny from T, in the way he talked about Abby!

Literally, WHAT did Buck learn here? BT 1.0 didn't really teach him anything either because he left not because he was miserable and unhappy, but because she once again put people he loved in danger for her own personal gain. And even THEN they didn't actually talk about that or let anyone on the firefam make any comments about her behavior, or the way she treated him, or how unhappy he had looked. And here we are again, with Buck trying to shrink himself down to be what someone wants, while the show refuses to address it, even through other characters talking amongst themselves about their concern for Buck. NGL I snorted SO hard at Buck saying he didn't think T could be that cruel because that's the ONLY thing we knew about him as a person until they brought him back in s7. We literally could have avoided ALL of this and gotten rid of him in 7x05 and let Buck have an actual plot about exploring this side of himself, and reflecting on what he actually wants.

*deep sigh*

On the bright side!! Couch theory is fucking BACK! We got Buck having the same couch his mom got for him(???), we got T laying on it looking the most uncomfortable a human has ever looked on a couch (his head isn't even on the pillow??) while Buck is across the room starting an allergic reaction to the medicine T gave him, we got Eddie dancing around and jumping on the couch, and we got Buck showing up and them sitting in silence on Eddie's couch (the first time the two of them alone have shared a couch) with pictures of their missing son framed between them! What a way to end the episode! And next week is lightning strike trauma??? It feels good to be this excited about the show again, even if it still could use some work to get back to the level of the good ol days. We're on the right path!

Thanks for giving me something else to think about today 💙