#South Park reader insert

[heinouscolette]

Tease

Kenny McCormick x Reader | College AU

"Are you sure you don't want to come watch us practice?" Your roommate asked for the second time. He's facing your back as you pay no mind turning around to meet his eyes. The Cows have been practicing a lot more since the game against other schools are nearing.

You continued to write your notes to review for an upcoming quiz on Monday. You wanted to score above passing for well... your own satisfaction. Not gonna hurt to keep a high grade.

"Sorry, but I'm sure. Gotta finish these before Monday." As you continue your work, Kenny turned your swivel chair to face him which caught you off guard. His pouty face met your gaze and it made you giggle. "Come on, I'll watch you guys on the game day."

Kenny sat on your bed and used his foot to pull the wheels of your chair in his direction. "Don't tire yourself out, okay? I don't want my Princess to be stressed and tired for next week." He cupped your cheeks and this made you smile. In return, you pinched his cheeks making him let go from the pain.

"What are you? My boyfriend?" You laughed. You and Kenny weren't technically together, but you constantly flirt with each other and you got used to it. You perceived it as nothing serious, but sometimes his flirting made your heart leap. Not that he would know since you're also good at keeping up with him.

"Can't I be just concerned for my roommate? But if that's what you're thinking, I wouldn't mind." He smirked at you and made a kissy face. He placed his hands behind him to support his weight on the bed.

Yeah, a real smooth talker. So much for a guy whose dialogue is muffled when he puts that stupid parka on everyday.

"Concerned? The last time I heard you were concerned was when a girl gave you a pregnancy scare." You tease, smirking the same way as he did.

"Oof, you don't have to be jealous, sweetheart. I'll give you such a performance it'll give you a pregnancy scare." He twirled your hair.

"You don't have to, I've seen the way you eat your food. Sloppy." Your smirk never faltered and he only looked at you in amusement.

"Oh, but you've never seen me eat pu-" You pushed his face away from yours before he could finish what he was saying. You don't have to hear glimpses of his sex life. Yet to be honest, you feel bad for yourself getting kinda jealous. "Go away, Player. I have reviewers to finish and I know that you know you'll benefit from this too." You rolled back to your desk and continued writing. Seconds later, you felt something touched the top of your head, his lips.

"Seriously though, don't overwork yourself. We don't want our Princess passing out."

You smiled and gave him thumbs up as a response.

"I see your ears go red, you're blushing."

"Stop!"

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Hi Again!

Sorry I’m making another request I REALLY love your writing lol but what do the goth kids react when you show affection someone else infront of them

Also again sorry for asking more I really loved the Lolita goth one you made because I requested dir I was very happy I kept on stimming with joy

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Hello Friend! I’m so happy my writing brings you so much joy! Don’t ever feel bad about requesting anything, I love these kinds of asks!

I’m sorry this took so long to write, but I take Saturdays and Sundays off from writing so I don’t get writer’s block!

I hope you enjoy it! I didn’t write a romantic portion for Firkle because even though I’ve aged them all up, he’s still a minor in my headcanons.

Without further ado

Goth Kid Jealousy Headcanons:

Platonic:

Michael:

- Michael doesn’t necessarily get upset when you show affection to other people

- He knows that you have other friends or an S/O

- Plus, as a friend, he’s not really a hug kinda guy

- So when you two are hanging out and you’ve dragged him to go shopping with you, he doesn’t get disheartened if you happen to run from him for a few minutes to go talk to someone else you know

- He just stands off to the side until you come running back over

- It does scare him because he thinks you’re gonna leave him to go hang out with someone else

- But just reassure him that you’re not gonna leave him like that, and everything will be A-Okay!

Henrietta:

- Henrietta is also not an touchy person

- But, she does get attached faster than the others do, so her jealousy comes out of left field sometimes

- If you happen to see one of your other friends while you’re out with Henrietta, you’ve learned to just wave at them from afar instead of rushing over to go speak with them

- Henrietta really does feel bad for making you feel like you can’t go say hi, but she’ll never admit that it makes her jealous when you turn your attention away from her

- Hell, if you had brothers or sisters, you couldn’t even hug your siblings without her boring holes into the back of their head

- It doesn’t take long for her to get over it, though. She’s working on it, you just can’t mention it or else she’ll argue that she’s not jealous

Pete:

- Pete’s a clingy little shit

- He likes hugs, platonic hand holding, anything that involves being close and near you

- He’s had a lot of friends that just left him in the past, so when you came along and managed to stick, he damn aure was gonna make sure you stayed

- So don’t be surprised if you guys are walking around town, and you see someone else you know

- You run over, giving your other friend a hug and catching up for a minute before returning back to your pock-marked friend

- And Pete is just angrily staring at you, giving you a passive aggressive attitude immediately upon your arrival

- He’ll complain for a bit, but gets over it after about an hour or two of huffing and puffing

- Poor guy will be the death of you

- (Maybe intentionally 😬)

Firkle:

- Firkle doesn’t show it, but he is also a clingy little shit

- He rarely shows emotion for anything

- Except that one time you unintentionally had another guest when he came over

- So you both had gone over to your house for the weekend and your cousin had unexpectedly come over

- You saw Firkle everyday, and only saw your cousin once in a blue moon

- So you didn’t end up spend all of your time with just Firkle, instead inviting your cousin to do whatever it was you and Firkle had planned to do

- He did not like that whatsoever, so with a few thinly veiled threats to your cousin while you weren’t around, you were shocked when your cousin stopped their visit short and went home

- You shrugged it off, going back to Firkle, none the wiser that his jealousy was the reason that they had left

Romantic:

Michael:

- Jealousy is practically this guy’s middle name if you’re in a relationship with him

- He doesn’t want you looking at anyone, doesn’t want anyone looking at you, doesn’t want you talking to anyone, yadda yadda

- He always brushes it off, claiming that he is not jealous and that you can do whatever the hell you want

- So when you tease him by saying things like “Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I hung out with (whoever you want to put here lmao) today instead of you?”

- You gained joy in watching his jaw clench as he basically forced himself to shake his head

- He feels bad quickly if he sees you giving attention to someone else, so please give him a smooch and hold him closely

- Tell him you love him and you’ll never love anyone else and he relaxes into putty

- Don’t break his heart please, I don’t think he can take it!!

Henrietta:

- Remember when I said she was a jealous friend?

- Well… Good luck to you being in a relationship with her

- She’s so super clingy and she doesn’t care if it shows

- If she notices you looking at someone else for even a second too long, she’s planting kisses on your hand, your shoulders, intertwining her arm with yours, doing everything she can to not-so-subtley claim you

- She loves to give you hickies or mark you everywhere with her lipstick without your knowledge

- You can’t grocery shop without people looking at you weird for having purple lipstick marks on your forehead and cheeks

- Henrietta knew they were there before you left, neglecting to tell you and feigning innocence when you come into your shared homewith your cheeks ablaze, embarrassment taking over you

- She’s such a stinker 🙄

Pete:

- Don’t even think about looking at someone else behind his back

- He always finds out.

- Always. Finds. Out.

- And you pay for it when he invites you over and you don’t get to leave for up to 3 weeks.

- Of course he doesn’t force you to stay, but he’s so good at guilt tripping that you can’t say no.

- He’s sweet and insecure, please don’t hurt him

- He’s been hurt so many times in the past, please just hug him tightly and let him cuddle with you to his heart’s content.

- He just loves you a lot and he doesn’t want you to leave him for someone who he thinks is actually worth your time

- Give him a big ol forehead smooch and reassure him as much as you need to. He’s tender, just love on him

[angelofthenight]

Vance, sobbing: (y/n)! (y/n), I would be nothing without you! Ok?! I’m sorry! Ok? Please!

You: You called me a whore and pushed me in front of a car.

Vance: (y/n), I was in a bad mood! I told you that’s what happens after I eat!

[shhh-secret-time]

Kyle Broflovski

26 y.o (He/Him)

Soul Synergy: Written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking

Headcanons:

☆ Going to college on a full scholarship and with his help from his parents

☆ Still works part time at Tweek Bros Coffee, he wants to earn his own way in life

》 This feeds his caffeine addiction

☆ He still plays basketball, it helps him blow off steam

☆ Has a habit of piling to much on his plate

》 Stan usually has to remind him to take time for himself, forcing him to relax

☆ Probably tried to major in law like his dad but at some point he decided he really hated it

☆ Switches to something like English and General Classes for now.

》 I can see him becoming an Author! (I'm projecting)

☆ He tries to visit home often, holidays, birthdays, and on breaks!

☆ Does everything in his power to NOT talk about school. It's the last thing he wants to think about and he doesn't want to make his mother stress

☆ He and Stan live closer to campus, they went halfsies on an apartment together

》 Kyle cooks -> Stan does the dishes

》 Kyle handles paying rent -> Stan handles the handiwork around the house

☆ Will participate in Stan's board game nights if he has the time

☆ Although he loves D&D night and will not miss a session if he can help it. (I'm projecting)

》 I like to think he eventually becomes a DM the more he takes writing classes. I see those two going hand and hand

☆ He started carrying the lighter when Stan picked up smoking and it's just always been in his pocket

☆ Comes in handy when he smokes weed

》 I don't see him as the kind of guy who buys it or owns a bong/bowl/whatever, but I think he'll smoke if offered. Anything to just relax.

☆ Because of that he always carries an inhaler for Stan. He knows his friend hasn't had an asthma attack since they were kids, but just in case

☆ Also brings little bottles of water, enough for the other three. (Even Cartman if he can convince the guy to even look at water.)

☆ I didn't draw it but he's definitely got an EpiPen for sure.

》 He's the mom friend, I don't know what you expected

☆ Carries his glasses in the case, but he can't keep his glasses clean at all

》 Somehow his phone is immaculate, baffling really

☆ Looks at his palm often, so he started wearing gloves again

》 He gets distracted to easily with it

☆ The font on his palm is golden, looks like ink melting when it changes

☆ The closer his soulmate is to him, the quicker the words change.

》 If he thinks about it too much, he panics because what if he starts thinking something stupid and his soulmate laughs?

》 After a while he stops caring and just accepts that it is what it is.

☆ He's very protective of his hands because of it, often keeping his hands in his pockets if he's not wearing his gloves

》 More like he's protective over his soulmates thoughts.

His hand finds the silver necklace around his neck, the pointed star of David digs into his palm. The blunt ends of each point reminds him to breath. He turns it over a few times, doing the same with the lighter in his pocket.

He catches it out of the corner of his eye, the font on his palm gleams and twists. Running down his pale skin like watercolor does a canvas.

'Kyle! I love you!'

Kyle let's out a little breath, it dissolves into a chuckle. That breath takes the tight feeling in his chest with it. The beautiful font leaves room for a smile.

"I love you too." He whispers to the palm, placing a kiss over the words.

(Here's the blank version! ♡ )

[angel-gone-dark]

Kyle x Coquette girlie pretty please with sugar on top. 🤭

Kyle x Coquette!F!Reader

ok so like. i went off here. um, hope you like it bestie LMAO

CWs: unprotected sex, reader is a little bit of a shit, maybe a lil rough?

SMUT UNDER CUT. MDNI.

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Kyle raised a brow at his friends in the hallway, who were all in various states of confusion. 

“What the hell are you all staring at?” He snipped, and Cartman pointed across the hall.

“Dude, look at her outfit. I’ve never seen anything like it.” 

Kyle looked over at the girl who had been pointed out. She was surrounded by the other girls, talking and laughing. He was entranced with the way she moved, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He’d never seen someone dress the way she did, her outfit consisting of white lace and pink bows. The mary janes on her feet clicked against the tiles any time she shuffled her pose. He swallowed, forcing his eyes back onto his friends. 

“Yeah? What, uh, what about it?” He asked.

Cartman cocked his head to the side, “What is she even going for?”

“Who cares, it works,” Kenny grinned. “She looks fucking hot.”

Kyle couldn’t help but agree. Her skirt was short over her tights, shirt showing off the smooth skin of her shoulders. He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of it pressed against him, especially the skin on her chest and thighs. He had to take some deep breaths, attempting to force his boner down. Kyle was saved, literally, by the bell. He dashed off to his class, trying his hardest to ignore the pretty girl- and the bewildered cries of his friends.

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The ginger slid his fingers through his curls, squinting down at his textbooks in frustration. He jotted down notes, rereading them at least 5 times over to make sure they made sense. He jumped, looking up with wide eyes when he was joined at the table… by the girl he was looking at earlier. You.

“Uh, hey,” he greeted. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, I hear you’re a really good tutor. Can I get you to look over my work quickly?” You batted your lashes at him and he was suddenly extremely glad he was sitting down. 

“Yeah, yes of course,” He nodded, taking your notebook from you to glance over your notes. “This looks really good, but I think you have an error right here.”

You hummed, nodding. You contorted your face into your cutest pout, absolutely indulging in his eyes on you. 

“I don’t understand,” you huffed, moving your chair closer to him and pressing your chest up against his arm. 

He stammered trying to muster a reply, “W-well, uh, here. Look at the way I broke it down in my notes.”

Throughout his whole ‘tutoring’ thing, you acted your absolute cutest. If you were being entirely honest, you’d had your eyes on him from the moment you saw him. You were heavily repressing the urge to jump his bones in the very public library.

“You know, I think you should come to my house after school. I could use some more help,” you suggested, leaning further into him. 

His face was tinged deep with a blush that went from the tops of his ears down, down… you gnawed your lip thinking how far it reached. 

“Y-yeah. Okay,” he gave in. “Where do you…”

You interrupted him, “Meet me after school. We’ll walk together, handsome.”

He gaped as you retreated from the library, your little date secure. 

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You waited for Kyle near the school’s main entrance, books clutched close to your chest. Your sickly sweet smile returned as he approached, and you gave him that innocent look that you knew would drive him nuts.

“Hi, Kyle,” you had put on your most charming voice. “Thanks for walking me home and helping me with homework.”

“No problem,” he smiled and it nearly took you out. “Can you scooch over? I’d rather be the one walking on the outside of the sidewalk.”

Oh, he was going to be the death of you. The walk to your house was mostly quiet, Kyle seeming content with the silence.

You opened your door, gesturing for him to follow you, and led him all the way up to your room. You sat pretty on your bed, tilting your head at him. He glanced around, trying to avoid your hungry gaze draping down him. You sighed gently, combing your fingers up your body to untie the ribbon holding your hair in its graceful ponytail. He sat in your desk chair, moving his textbook over his lap.

You stood, waltzing right on over and placing your hand over the thick book between you and heaven.

“Hiding something?” You teased, pressing down on it. 

He grabbed your wrist in his hand, speaking through grit teeth, “Stop it.” 

“Or what?” You taunted. He had had enough of your attitude. 

Kyle stood, grabbed you by the hips, and tossed you onto the mattress. He leaned over you, voice strained and hands gripping the sheets. 

“You’re making it extremely difficult for me to stay decent, do you know that? You asked me to help you study, and here I am trying, and you’re giving me those goddamn eyes,” he rambled, more frustrated than you had expected. “I can’t tell if you’re giving me permission to touch you like I want to.”

“Do it.”

As soon as he had your permission he was ravishing your lips with his, his hands moving to squeeze eagerly at your chest as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, honey,” he breathed, face dipping to nip at your neck. “Why can’t you be this good all the time, hm?” 

You groaned as his lips moved downwards, and he left purpley blue hickeys on your skin. Those would be hard to cover, and you would have been angrier if one of his hands hadn’t moved under your skirt to stroke your slit through your tights and panties.

“Sorry about this, but the damn things are in the way.” He huffed, ripping a hole directly in the crotch of your tights.

As you made a move to protest, his deft fingers moved your panties to the side, thumb rolling over your clit and index plunging into you. You gasped, back arching under his touch as he stretched you out, adding his middle finger as well.

“Kyle, please.” You whined.

“Please what, pretty? Use your manners.” 

“Please just fuck me.” 

He chuckled, fingers curling inside of you teasingly, “Since you asked so nicely.”

You whimpered at how empty you felt as he retracted his fingers to undo his belt and jeans, leaning up on your elbows to watch. As he pulled his cock out of his boxers, you couldn’t help but salivate. He was thick, and wet, and blushing an angry pink at the tip. It twitched as he touched it to glide it against your slit, making you moan.

He was eager, too eager to properly undress either of you. All he did was flip your skirt up as he sunk into you, his jaw hanging open as he allowed you to adjust. 

“Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, rolling his hips harshly into yours. “Atta girl, you can take it. C’mere.”

He pressed his lips on yours again as he began to move, pace quickly rising from the simple grind of his hips to roughly pound into your cunt. Your eyes fell shut, hands clawing at your cute pink bedspread. 

“K-Kyle, fuck.” You heaved, hips bucking up into his.

“Such a dirty mouth on you, gorgeous…” He smirked down at you, thumb moving back to roll over your clit. “Do you want me to make you cum on my cock?”

“Please, please, I need it, Kyle.” You begged, all sense of dignity out the window as he plunged in and out of you with wet slaps.

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he groaned, increasing the pressure of his tight little circles. “So cute f’me.”

His cock twitched inside you, and he dropped his drooling mouth to your neck again, biting down hard before whispering in your ear.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, honey, you can take it. Fuck.”

You couldn’t hold it any longer, the tight coil that rested in your abdomen snapping suddenly as you came with a cry. You gripped him so tight he could barely move as he ground his hips down into you, his release not far behind, spilling warmth inside of you.

“Shit,” he cursed, gently pulling himself from your hole. “If you look this good with my cum dripping out of you we might be here for a while.”

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he owes reader a pair of tights!!!!

word count: 1411

[luvghostie]

Could you do the main 4 after a fight with their s/o, and how they would make it up to them? (South Park)

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎.ೃ࿐

GN Reader

TW: Semi-angst, language, and aged-up characters

When you guys fight it's usually Cartman's fault. He'll bring any sensitive topic to the surface to get back at you. Whether that be something embarrassing or traumatizing he doesn't care. If it makes you angry, that's what matters at the moment.

Whenever the fight gets out of hand the others will step in. Kyle yelling at Cartman for being a dick, Stan telling you that it'll be okay, and Kenny giving you hugs or rubbing your back. This happened at once a week maybe, twice.

After being confronted and proven wrong Cartman runs home. When he reaches his house he cries for hours on end. He cares about you, however, he also knows some things were uncalled for. He shouldn't have brought up such hurtful things. Likewise, Kyle shouldn't have jumped in.

You sometimes hang out with the rest of the group to cool down. They all give their advice and try to help. Some of the advice is awful but you still appreciate the effort. The first thing Kyle always says is, “kill the fat ass.” Of course, you won't, but what the fuck Kyle.

Cartman will sneak out of his house later to see you. When you hear him throwing little rocks at your window you let him in. He apologizes over and over again. Truth be told, he feels horrible for what he did. If you forgive him Cartman will never bring up those subjects again. He loves you a lot and fights happen in relationships.

Kyle and you don't fight a lot. On the downside, the fights always happen because of his mom. She and you aren't on good terms. She's very open about how she thinks you aren't good enough for her son. That being said, you bump heads more than anyone.

You wish Kyle would stand up for you. Instead, he just sits back emotionless. He thinks you are good enough for him he just doesn't want to argue with his mom. He's always been a momma's boy and doesn't dare go against her word. You love him but you wish he would at least talk to her.

In the middle of a fight, you give up. It's always the same things coming from him. “What am I supposed to say?” and “she's my mom y/n I can't be fucking rude!” as soon as you try to leave he stops you. An argument with Kyle has never lasted more than twenty minutes. Either he apologizes or you do.

“Wait, y/n, I'm sorry,” Kyle said hugging you. “I'll try to talk to her.” most times you wouldn't believe what he said. Yet, he actually did speak to his mom. (with encouragement from Cartman and Stan) the next time you saw Shelia she didn't say a single word to you. Whatever Kyle did you were grateful. No words were better than being told you weren't enough.

It takes a lot for you and Kenny to fight. Like, A LOT. Whatever pushes that last button causes you to yell at him. Perhaps, it was the fact he was okay with how badly people treated him. Maybe, it was because of how much you disliked his shitty parents. Something finally made you upset to the point it turned into a fight.

Kenny doesn't get heated until you question his love. He cares deeply for you, so hearing such things are bound to hurt. He's worked many hours to give you gifts. He's even stolen items just to see that beautiful smile on your face. “What the hell do you mean I don't love you?!” he asked still muffled.

The boys watched in silence as you argued back and forth. It was almost weird to see it happening. Cartman, Stan, and Kyle just stared at each other questioning whether or not to stop the quarrel. I mean, it's not every day that something like this occurs.

You were fixing to walk away but just as you took a step Kenny died from a flying football. It felt unreal, but it was horrible to see him dead. You witnessed this all the time but that didn't mean it was easier. It was so unexpected Cartman even let out an audible gasp.

A couple of days later Kenny showed up back up to School. You were so happy to see him that you ran to hug the boy. “Oh, Kenny, I'm so sorry for fighting with you,” you said, burying your head in his shoulder. “I missed you so much.” Kenny hugged you back feeling the same way. Now, whenever you fight (which only happens at least three times a year) you always try to end it on good terms just in case.

Just like Kenny, it's very rare you two fight. Wendy is always the reason it does transpire. You've never liked her and she never liked you either. Stan and she used to have a thing for one another. You assume she still does based on how she acts. Sticking her nose in your relationship, flirting with your boyfriend, and even saying nasty things about you.

Stans made it very clear he doesn't like Wendy to you. You try to believe him but you still worry that maybe he's lying. Your worrying caused the fight to begin. He gets upset knowing you question his loyalty and feelings for you. A year and a half together he anticipated some trust.

Many hurtful things were said to both parties. Unlike Cartman, nothing traumatizing was brought up. Kyle will move Stan away to cool off and Kenny has you sit down. It takes a bit for you to calm down and realize your anxiety got the best of you. You go to find Stan right away and try to make amends. It feels icky knowing you should've listened to what he said.

Stan forgives you and apologizes as well. While you guys were separated he talked to Wendy. He made it obvious the feelings he once had for her were gone. It warmed your heart knowing he did that just to reassure you. As the days passed you began to trust him more and more. No one butted between you and him. If you ever get anxious again don't worry, he'll be there with open arms.

[l0ve-dov3]

Elf-Knight Kyle HC!

note: this is kind of a preview of how kyle will be written in my SoT inspired kyle/reader fic, so if you like these headcannons, look out for that! to be clear, however, this is not focused on kyle and his relationship to the reader; only on him and his antics.

warnings: vulgar language, mentions of blood, reader insert mentioned, in green there will be light facts about how these connect to my au!!

• kyle is surprisingly good at close combat

for someone who spend most of their life learning elven magic, he picked up swordsmanship and knifepoint skills with ease.

• kyle takes some effort to make truly angry

• like he was easy to anger before, but now he’s calm to the point that it’s scary

• kyle is the diplomat of his kingdom alllll the way

• when he’s not training (or training other knights), he can be found reading, studying, and connecting to the land to see its history

ideally, in this fanfic, we have 5 minor kingdoms and a realm they all are a part of. as a holy-knight of larnion, kyle is well versed in the history of his kingdom; and moreover, his realm.

• when kyle uses his magic for too long his hair loses its color and his freckles fade

• he’s one of those bitches who brags about knowing different languages

• like he’ll use slang from other realms and kingdoms in casual conversation and think it’s the coolest thing EVER

• in battle, rather than zeroing in on a target, kyle is uniquely aware of all his adversaries

he learned quickly how to use his magic and his physical abilities, so he will often use his sword on one opponent and magic on another; simultaneously.

• he is very possessive with his partners and friends

• he’s willing to get hurt, risk danger, whatever; just as long as his friends aren’t hurt

• “you dare raise your sword to her!”

• “you lay so much as a finger on them and i will have you, your family, and your next of kin’s heads.”

• he is not chill in the face of battle.

• he doesn’t exactly panic, but he defaults to the offense; always one to strike first and make the last move.

• if you swing, he’ll swing harder. if you make a cut, he’ll take your sword. kyle is just a force to be reckoned with in general

• but when you’ve entered his inner circle, he is very sweet, and even more than that, touchy

• it’s not always super obvious, but it’s little gestures

• moving pieces of hair, wiping blood after battle, bandaging injuries, and if you’re lucky you may hold his hand!

if you were hypothetically in a relationship with sir kyle, this would apply too ;)

• finally, kyle is not all that much of a leader

• intelligent? absolutely. strong? of course. talented? indubitably! but he would much rather assist than take the reigns

• he will lead if he must, but he usually asks to simply assist; give advice, share his wisdom and offer guidance.

no elf-king kyle and ranger stan here! in this fic, the two work alongside each other as friends and comrades in the purest of forms. stan takes the reigns, and kyle is somewhat of an advisor.

[sharkinthetoilet]

can you do Kyle x reader where it's early in the relationship and kyles still getting the hang of things and always the little spoon, but one night he suggests being the big spoon for the first time

please and ty

Early relationship things with kyle

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

☆-kyle:

Kyle is overly anxious with your relationship

Of course he is, it's his first one after all

Generally he lets you control most of it, since he trusts your decision deeply

So really it wasn't a big suprise when he wanted to be the little spoon when cuddling you for the first time

Ok so maybe that's not how it was

You were sleeping over at his house, in his room, in his bed, sure that's what you do in relationships but you haven't really bren this physically close with that little clothes

Sadly (or well not really) kyles bed is small so you need to scoot close together to fit on it

You were practically in his lap but he couldn't close the gap between you

So with a lot of shuffling he ends up in your embrace

And that's just what sticked after

Not that you minded

Sure kyle is kinda big but burying your head in his jewfro really is worth everything

So really nothing could've prepared you for kyle suddenly asking you if he can be big spoon

After you didn't answer for a few second he starts getting red, mumbling about forgetting it but you reasure him that you're down for that

When the evening and the time for going to bed came you found yourselves in an akward situation

It was like the first time all over again, you in his lap but still nit touching him at all, stiff and uncomfortable

You can tell he doesn't really know if he's allowed to touch you, the way you touch him

Slowly you get closer to him, using your free hand to roam for his

With his hand in your hand, you guide him to drap his arm over your waist

Lastly you whisper an 'it's ok, love' and you feel him relax

After that you guys switch ever so often who big spoins for the day

[yoyomomiko]

Opposites

Pairing: Craig x F!reader

Summary: You and Craig have known each other ever since first grade, and the two of you got to be very good best friends. What's standing in the way of becoming even more? The fact that the both of you are polar opposites. There's surely no way YOU TWO could ever work in a relationship, right?

Warnings: Swearing, cringe, rushed!!

“That's childish, what are you, a toddler?”

“No... I'm all grown up!”

It was useless having arguments like these, really. It happened all the time, and you tried to ignore all the judgement, but it was just messing you up badly!

“No you're not! No older kid would still play with stuffed toys!”

“That's not very nice, you know?”

“Like i care! You're-”

“How about you fuck off?”

Craig's monotone voice cut off the other kid, flipping him off. Despite the other kid wanting to stand his ground, he just left, stomping away in annoyance.

“Are you alright? You should stop being such a people pleaser.” He stated simply in his 'i don't care' tone.

“Sorry, i just... It's hard being mean. Everybody deserves kindness in their life, at least once, they should feel like they're being cared about, no matter what.”

Craig's eyes lit up a bit, but he shook his head with a sigh.

“I can't convince you otherwise. Let's just play, there's still time left for recess.”

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“Ay! I'm not fat, i'm big boned you dipshit!”

“I never called you fat, i just told you that eating food off the floor isn't-”

“I FUCKING DROPPED IT AND IT'S NOT GOING IN THE TRASH!”

“I understand, but there's a lot of bacteria on the floor, and you could get sick!”

“You ruined a perfectly good meal!”

“I didn't, i just-”

“Leave already!”

That's Cartman for you... You were already used to his sudden tantrums or bursts of anger, also to his insults. But that didn't mean you couldn't be kind to him, right?

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see a familiar face, and probably your favourite one too.

“Craig!” Your eyes shined brightly as soon as you saw him, all while he walked away with you to his lunch table, along with his gang and Tweek.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded, a gentle smile on your face as the others greeted you.

“Cartman's a weirdo, he snapped all of the sudden, just because you cared for him.” Craig stated in his usual monotone voice, glancing to Cartman's table, then back at your happy face.

“I know how Cartman is, but so what?” You smiled at Craig's confused look, “Even if someone's being mean, it won't hurt to be kind! It makes you happier, and i feel better every single time i help someone!” You informed the ravenatte, all while the gang just watched you speak what seemed like nonsense to them.

“Yeah, b-b-b-but, C-Cartman's an a-ass.” Jimmy spoke for the others. You shrugged your shoulders and tilted your head to the side, a smile glued to your face.

“I know, but like i said, kindness doesn't hurt.”

You didn't belong in South Park.

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“It's on!” You grinned at the boy in front of you, who looked like he tried his best not to smile too much.

“Whatever, whatever, i do what i want!” Craig tried his best to mimic Cartman's voice, trying not to laugh.

You, on the other hand, were already laughing like crazy.

“I'm not fat, i'm big boned!” You mimicked Cartman's voice almost perfectly, while Craig couldn't hold back anymore, and let out a laugh as well.

“Okay, i have to admit, you did it better.” Craig calmed down his laughter to speak out his sentence, before chuckling a bit more.

“I thought you were sweet, yet you're making fun of someone by copying their voice.” Craig leaned into you, probably a bit too close.

“Well... Y'know, it's not really rude... I mean, i'm not saying it to his face, am i?” You stood your ground, heart fluttering inside your chest.

Craig looked away and nodded, glancing at his feet. Suddenly, you felt a hand on top of yours, making you turn your head slightly, catching a glimpse of Craig holding your hand.

His cheeks were tinted pink now, smile long gone, as you stared at him.

You blushed too, face heating up. Craig's heart was pounding in his chest, so loud that he was sure you'd hear it.

You felt the corners of your lips tug upward, mouth forming a smile.

Craig turned to you, gaze fixated on your eyes. You examined his face, while he couldn't bear to watch you anymore, turning his head away quickly as he let go of your hand in embarassment.

You leaned over to him, catching his hand in yours again, making him flinch slightly, before he melted into your touch.

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“There's no way...” Clyde perked up, checking out the way you and Craig held hands as you walked through the halls.

“W-What? ACK! T-that's...” Tweek trailed off, just as surprised.

“You guys HAVE to be blind, haven't you seen how the two of them acted with each other?” Tolkien crossed his arms. He was already expecting something to go on between you and Craig.

“B-But i t-tought they were a-already togheter...” Jimmy butted in, scanning the faces of his surprised friends.

[archivxx]

The tweets in question(+a text)

Masterlist

[kira-broflovski]

SOUTH PARK MASTERLIST

REQUESTS: OPEN but may take a while to get to

[RULES]

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Sleepover: Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5

HCs: seeing you come back after you moved away

I Can Trust You

HCs: crushing on the new girl

Elven King

Let Your Hair Down

HCs: his s.o always needing physical affection

HCs: being with a plus-sized girl

HCs: their s.o groans excessively when they stretch

HCs: seeing their s.o's natural hair

HCs: what they look for in an s.o

HCs: going to the rodeo with their s.o

Seven Minutes

HCs: having an s.o that zones out a lot

HCs: cuddling with them

HCs: being with a scemo gf

Show Off

HCs: seeing his favourite cousin

Secret + Not So Secret

Prom Dress

STAN MARSH

HCs: seeing you come back after you moved away

HCs: crushing on the new girl

HCs: seeing their s.o's natural hair

HCs: what they look for in an s.o

HCs: going to the rodeo with their s.o

HCs: cuddling with them

HCs: his s.o having depression

KENNY MCCORMICK

HCs: seeing you come back after you moved away

HCs: crushing on the new girl

HCs: having a gf that loves kissing him

Mysterious Injuries

Realistic

HCs: what dating him is like

After Last Night

HCs: his s.o always needing physical affection

Dressed Up

HCs: their s.o groans excessively when they stretch

HCs: seeing their s.o's natural hair

HCs: what they look for in an s.o

HCs: going to the rodeo with their s.o

Friends Like That

More Than a Joke

HCs: cuddling with them

Exposed

Fly Away

HCs: being with a scemo gf

Bracelet

ERIC CARTMAN

HCs: seeing you come back after you moved away

HCs: crushing on the new girl

Green-Eyed Monster

HCs: seeing their s.o's natural hair

HCs: going to the rodeo with their s.o

HCs: cuddling with them

BUTTERS STOTCH

HCs: what it's like to date them

WENDY TESTABURGER

coming soon!!

TOLKIEN BLACK

coming soon!!

CLYDE DONOVAN

coming soon!!

TWEEK TWEAK

HCs: what dating him is like

CRAIG TUCKER

HCs: what they look for in an s.o

[heinouscolette]

For You

Casanova!Kenny McCormick x Reader | High School AU

"Stop staring at him, you look like a stalker."

Nicole rolled her eyes at your fascination to the musty blonde haired man. You're looking at him like a hopeless romantic that fantasizes scenarios on her bed. It's the fourth time of the week that you invited her out to come watch the football practice. It's getting out of hand.

She knows that Kenny isn't for you, with that womanizer persona that gets his fans drop to their knees and he looks like he doesn't take a bath. He would clearly play with your heart.

"Girl, get a grip, you know he's up to no good."

"I can't help it."

Nicole furrowed her eyebrows at you in disbelief, what do you mean you can't help it? You are aware what this man is capable of and you decided to ignore it? Nicole's thoughts of objections to your infatuation was set aside when she saw how you look at Kenny. You're completely whipped for the guy.

She just sighed and pat your back.

You waited for Kenny outside the showers right after their practice. You prepared a love letter and sweets that conveys how you felt about him. Surely, you know that he'll appreciate the treat you have, because you saw how he treat his fangirls, he accommodates them.

Kenny was in surprise to find you handing out the letter you wrote for him right after he went out. You look nervous yet has that lovestruck look in your eyes. Great, another one.

"Just what are you doing here, babe?" He smirked at you giving his signature look for his fans. He towers over you and looking at you intently. His actions made you flustered and couldn't form the words you want to say, so you ended up pushing the letter and sweets to him and hurriedly left the scene.

Kenny sighed, that was so cringy like straight out of a cringy something movie. He just wasted his breath for a runner. He scanned the envelope of the letter you gave him and straight away knew it was a confession one, it made him chuckle.

"What a kid."

He crumpled the letter and it went straight to the bin. He popped one candy and gave the rest to the gang.

-

Kenny furrowed his eyebrows at you when he saw you entered the cafeteria holding a bag of cookies. He knows you'll go his way if you ever spot him, so he prepared himself on how he's going to talk to you. When you finally noticed where he was, your eyes lit up and happily approached him.

You caught the other boys' attention when you stood near their table and their eyes are just glued to you. You felt alienated by their stares but tried to pay no mind to it. But, when you finally said your greetings to Kenny, they went back to what they're doing. Like, it's expected or something.

"You finally have the courage, doll?" He once again gave you his smirk that all the ladies receive from him, and it doesn't differs to you.

"I just wanna give this to you." You nervously handed him the bag of cookies you baked last night, with a tag that wrote "I like you". He smiled at you and said his thanks.

After you left their table, he gave the sweets to Cartman. "What, you don't like food anymore?"

"Not really, I just get more than enough of these."

-

"Come on, let's go home!" Nicole called for you from the door of the room.

"I can't! I have to give this to Kenny!" You fixed your things and fetched another set of snacks you brought for Kenny. You've been giving him snacks for a few days now. Your hopes are building up for him as he's been nice during your interactions to each other.

"What, you think he likes you or something? I am telling you, he's only playing with you." Nicole crossed her arms as she leaned into the door frame of the classroom.

"Don't be like that, then I just have to work hard."

"What? Be for real." She rolled her eyes at you and you just nudged her side and giggled.

You bid your goodbyes to Nicole and went straight to the lockers. You waited for Kenny next to his locker as their would be just getting ready for practice.

You spot him walking to his locker while his eyes are glued to his phone. You called for him which broke his contact to the screen and search for the source of his name and saw you. His gaze slightly shift into a blank stare which confused you.

"Uhm... I brought you snacks for later." You gave him the bag you have for him.

Kenny scanned the bag of cookies and saw the tag that wrote "I like you" once again. He internally sighed and didn't take the bag that you were offering for him.

You were just standing there, I bit confused of the situation. It made you look at what you brought, checking if there's something wrong with it, but there was none.

"I don't like you, you're starting to annoy me." He smiled without his eyes, it sheds no emotion of some sort, a pretend one.

"I just want to give you these cookies..." You just smiled at him.

"You think, I didn't know what you're up to? Just get lost." He slightly pushed the bag of cookies back to your direction indicating a clear rejection.

"I'm sorry." You covered you face as tears welled up, and you could feel your throat closing up. You quietly left the scene, not wanting to catch the stares of the students around the two of you.

Nicole's really gonna scold you tonight.

To be continued...

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

NSFW suggestion please!! : (Preferably fem) reader is masturbating with a vibrator and fuckin pete walks in on it and helps out >:)

Lmao tell me why I’ve been trying to think of a scenario for this but now that it’s actually requested, I know exactly what I want to write

SoftDom!Pete lmao

SFW/NSFW

Warnings: explicit content, overstimulation, dacryphilia, poor reader has had a rough day, but thankfully her sweet boyfriend could fix that

MINORS DNI!!

Author’s Note: I’m so bad at actually going by what the prompt says 🙃 So this is actually Pete being stress relief for you because I forgot to write in reader pleasing themselves.

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It had truly been the longest day you think you have ever had.

When you woke up this morning and tried getting put of bed, your legs got tangled in your blankets and you ended up falling right off the mattress and into the cold, hardwood floor.

When you went downstairs to make yourself some coffee, you brewed a pot without adding coffee grounds. Then, found out you were out of coffee and burned your hand on the pot when you went to pour the boiling hot water out of it.

And the final nail on the coffin was a little later in the day, when you were trying to settle down with a cup of water and a snack to do some of your schoolwork. You shifted the wrong way and spilled your snack all over the floor. Setting your laptop off to the side, you stood up, only for your full cup of water to come toppling down onto said device, completely frying the motherboard and losing all of your progress.

Standing in the living room for a minute, you inhaled a slow stream of breath, stress brimming over the edge of your emotional tolerance. Calmly walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a few paper towels and the broom, trying to clean the mess in the living room before you blew your top.

After tidying up your mess, you shut the lights off in the lower half of the house. You weren’t having a very good day, and all you wanted to do was curl up in your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. Trudging up the stairs to your bedroom, you huffed as you slung the door open unceremoniously, the door knob bouncing back off the wall and almost hitting you in the face. Not wanting to deal with the anger anymore, you heavily sighed once again, stepping in and slamming the wooden offender behind you.

Crawling into your bed, you flopped out, your arms and legs spreading and face pressed into the pillow. You could still take a nap, but it was so late in the day that if you did, you knew that you would be up half the night trying to force yourself to sleep. Unceremoniously rolling over onto your back, you huffed out loud as you stared at the ceiling. Becoming lost in your own mental stink, you didn’t hear the bedroom door open gently, your boyfriend peeking his head in to see why you had slammed the door.

Upon seeing the mini tantrum you decided to have, Pete stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him before making his way to the bedside. As his red and black hair came into view, you offered the man a weak smile, shimmying over so he could sit on the bed beside you. “What’s got you pissed off?” he inquired bluntly, resting a hand on your thigh as you sighed heavily. “Literally, nothing is going my way. I fell out the bed this morning, I tried making coffee, but didn’t put the grounds in, only to find out we don’t even have any coffee, then I spilled water all over my laptop and fried the circuits, and it’s just been one thing right after the other today,” you complained, feeling as if you were on the urge of tears.

Pete’s brows furrowed, his lower lip jutting out in an understanding way as he listened to you, his heart breaking at your unfortunate dilemmas. “My poor dove,” he murmured softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Anyway I can make it better?”. At the offer, you shook your head, turning your head to look up at your lover. “I don’t think so… I really just want to nap, but it’s too late to try to take one,” you pouted, lifting your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. Pete stared down at you for a moment, wracking his brain for anything he could do to make you feel better.

Finally, he smirked, removing his hand from yours and standing from the bed. “I got an idea. Get undressed and get comfy,” Pete ordered, watching with delight as you immediately complied to his wishes. He watched you strip, staring unabashedly at your figure as you crawled back onto the bed once again, your head landing against the pillow. Pete reached towards the bedside table, sliding the drawer open and retrieving a small, blue vibrator. Your love stayed clothed, kicking his shoes off before he got back on the bed, moving until he was settled between your legs.

Pete pulled your legs on either side of his waist, the man leaning forward to capture your lips with his in a slow, loving kiss. His free hand roamed up and down your side, causing you to giggle softly against his lips as the gentle carress tickled your skin. Pulling away from you, your boyfriend pecked your lips once before sitting up, fiddling with the controls on the toy before he turned it on, the hum of the device making your stomach sink in anticipation.

Pete pressed the vibrator against your clit with little warning, ahigh whine leaving your mouth as you threw your head back, eyes closing at the just right amount of pressure he was pushing on you. “You should have said something sooner, love. I would have taken care of this for you,” his voice was barely louder than the hum of the toy in his hands, but his words still made you shiver. “Poor, sweet girl. You’ve had such a bad day, I know you needed this,” your boyfriend purred, his finger hovering over the button to turn the strength of the toy up. “You want more? Beg for it, come on. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours tell me how bad you need it,” Pete’s voice dropped a few octaves, his eyes trained on your pleasure twisted face, a corner of his mouth twisting up into a smirk.

“P-please…. Unh!” you’re body tried to curl in on itsself as he pressed the button, the vibrations becoming almost mind-numbingly stronger. If it weren’t for your boyfriend pinning your legs open with his thighs, they would have snapped shut, trying to push the man away from you at the overstimulation. “Use your words,” Pete warned lowly, his unoccupied hand tapping the outside of your thigh trying to bring you back to reality. If you were in a normal state of mind, your eyes would have rolled at his silly command. But in the daze that your brain was swimming in, you could only whine, pushing your hips harder into his ministrations.

“Please… Make me feel better… I nuh… need you to make me happy!” you cried out, gasping as Pete began sliding the vibrator in circles over your clit. “Good girl,” he shakily breathed out, fighting his own urge to strip himself down and ravish you over and over again. His other hand slid from your hip to your center, and he wasted no time in sinking his middle and ring fingers into you. The friction was much appreciated, your jaw dropping as an embarrassingly loud moan left you.

Pete hummed, pumping his fingers at a quick, steady pace. Rolling your hips into his hand, you whimpered as you felt a knot begin to form in your lower stomach. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” you managed to pant out, groaning as he curled his fingers to strike your g-spot. “Good,” he leaned forward to peck your forehead before sitting back up, the thrusting of his digits quickening as he pressed the vibrator hard against your clit.

“You deserve it,” Pete purred, now curling his fingers up into your g-spot each time he pushed them in. From here, you could only focus on the knot growing tighter, throwing your forearm over your eyes. It wasn’t much longer than that did you squeal out, your thighs trembling as they tried to snap close around his waist. Your boyfriend pulled the vibrator from your clit, but continued thrusting his fingers into you, riding you through the heighth of your orgasm.

Only when your hand shot down to grip his wrist, trying to still his motions, did he stop, sinking his fingers deep inside of you and holding them there. Your chest heaved wildly, body shuddering slightly as euphoria washed over your form. Slowly pulling his fingers from your center, Pete marvelled at how slick his digits were, his tongue swiping over his lower lip. “Feel better?” he inquired, a teasing tone in his words.

At that, you could only nod, your forearm never moving from your eyes. “Nap time?” he spoke, smirking at your reaction. You repeated the notion, earning a small chuckle from the man. “Alright, doll. I’ll be back, hang on,” your love spoke, pressing a kiss to your chin as he stood from the bed carefully, trying his hardest to not disturb your lax form.

Shuffling was heard in the background, but you couldn’t care any less as exhaustion started seeping into your frame. You didn’t jump at the feeling of a wet rag on your skin, Pete taking extra care to clean your face before lightly cleaning your center. After he had finished, he laid beside you, pulling you face first into his chest as he fingers ghosted up and down your back, the action lulling you to sleep quickly, finally able to relax from the absolutely horrible day you’ve had in the arms of your loving boyfriend.

[jace-duh]

✨️ autism ✨️

[shhh-secret-time]

rahhhh i’m such a fan of your writing omg and I never request stuff so i’m very nervous to send this but can I Pretty Please ask for something w kyle who’s usually more of a sub being asked to like Go Crazy Dom and at first he’s nervous but then like completely gets into it and wrecks reader’s shit please…. thank u for yr service🙏🏼

Oh lovelies you never need to be nervous when sending requests, I know it can be intimidating but believe me I say this truly makes my day!

That being said, I hope you don't mind that I've combo the request with someone else's! I'm getting a lot of Kyle and I wanna make sure everyone gets a little of what they want! And there is filth ahead so get your bibles ready. Sinners the lot of you.

Me too

Warning: NSFW, Slight choking, Dom!Kyle, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Oral, Strong Language

Pairing: Kyle x Fem!Reader

Notes: Shout out to the roommate who talked me through making a Danish so I didn't have to google it lmao.

The smell of brown sugar and cinnamon filled the air swirling around in your small kitchen. The morning light peeks through the curtains of the circular window in front of the sink, you smile at the view of lilac and orange seemed to blend. You've read things online where people compared the morning sky to painting where the paint seemed to just melt together, and it seemed like one of those days. If you were better with a camera, you'd take a picture just to share it. That and the fact that you had a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a very sleepy curly red-haired man nuzzling into your shoulder.

Your husband Kyle was never a morning person, for all his perfections and his strict schedule keeping, when the morning sun would greet him, he'd return the greeting with a groan and a feeble attempt to hide. You were trying to revive the poor man by making a pot of coffee, the warm brown liquid was the only thing that brought him back to the land of the living. The man ran off of coffee, you were sure the Tweeks owed half their business to him. With the coffee pot humming its little tune and the smell of ingredients laid out across the counter this morning just seemed perfect. Now if only your husband didn't have to leave and go to work if he could just stay with you and keep you warm.

The crisp morning air seeped into the house and sure you could change out of the basketball shorts you stole from him, and the large T-shirt you stole from him, oh the fluffy socks you stole from him but then you wouldn't smell like him. Because he would be leaving after he got through with his morning routine, and you'd be alone in this cold little house.

"What's with the face baby?" His voice broke you out of your little pout, the sleepy gravel laced in each word sent a shiver down your spine.

"What face? I'm making apple and brown sugar Danishes..." You say with a little smile on your face knowing full well he was going to keep bugging you about this.

"Hm... that’s why you had your lip poked out. And your brows were doing that thing." How did he know? He still had his face buried in you, now pushed into the crook of your neck.

You only hum in response as you focus on the apple in your hands, the knife gliding across the skin of the ruby red fruit. He knew better than to mess with you while you were handling dangerous kitchen tools, so he waited until you finished. Once you finished slicing the apples you gently placed them into the lemon water mixture, it would keep the apples fresh while you worked on the rest of the pastry. Next your hands find the mixing tool and begin to pull together nutmeg, brown sugar, butter, salt, and finally the cinnamon. Because you didn't have a lot of time in the mornings, knowing your husband had little time, you prepared the flour before he even stirred.

"You can't ignore me forever; I'm just going to keep bugging you until you tell me why you made such an adorable face." Kyle reminds you that he's still latched onto you by placing a lazy kiss on your neck, his lips trailing down towards your shoulder touching any skin that's exposed by the baggy shirt.

Every little kiss pulled you further and further away from your mixing, you couldn't help but melt under his affection. That didn't stop you from trying. You try squirming away from his lips, pushing your cheek against his face to nudge it out of the way.

"Baby, I'm trying to make you breakfast. Do you want to go to work hungry?"

"Hmm no, but if it means getting you to talk then I can suffer a little." He responds by tugging you back against him pulling you away from the bowl, the only shield against his wondering lips.

Kyle turns you around and lifts you up so you're facing him, using the counter so that you can look him in the eye. He's lucky you already put the ingredients you needed in the bowl, it didn't matter how pretty he looked with his messy bedhead and his soft green eyes, if he ruined your work, he'd get more than a pout. You expect him to move his hands from under your thighs, but he doesn't, instead he slots himself in between your legs and keeps the warmth of his palm on your exposed skin.

"No where to run now, come on love talk to me."

You look away for a moment, the heat from his hands was almost as warm as the blush on your face. "I- was just thinking about how lonely it is sometimes when you leave for work. I miss you..." You finally cave, how can you not under his gaze especially when it softens as you speak.

Kyle lets out a soft 'oh' that seems to drag out along with a sigh. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, one of his hands leaves your thigh and cups the side of your face his lips aren't on. "I'm sorry, you know getting out of bed is one of the hardest things I do every morning. I want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in the blankets with you."

This is why you didn't want to say anything, it was a selfish feeling. He was the one going out to provide for you both, he was the one who had to leave the house while he insisted that you stayed home to relax. When you first married Kyle, it was one of the first things he expressed he wanted, the need to take care of you and pamper you. It was a dream at first, having all that time to yourself and your hobbies and the only thing you needed to focus on was keeping the house clean.

Kyle pulls your face towards him, his index finger hooking under your chin to guide you back to him. His face drops to a frown when he sees the look on your face, his eyes studying you carefully.

"Hey, why don't we go out tonight? We can get some dinner and maybe catch a movie?" He's trying and it's so sweet, the way he doesn't seem to even mind your selfishness.

"That sounds nice. I'm sorry Kyle." You smile at him giving him a little kiss on the nose.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's just-...you're the one that has to work and I'm being, I dunno clingy?"

"Baby you're not clingy. Honestly, I love that you want me here. I want to be here." If he wasn't already smiling at the way you kissed his nose, he definitely has a love filled grin now.

"I know and it makes me feel bad for telling you. Like, it's probably already hard enough for you to go to work."

Kyle goes quiet for a only a moment before shaking his head, the red curls bouncing from side to side as he does. He sighs softly and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes. The love in his smile matches the soft greens of his eyes.

"You're so sweet. Such a wonderful wife, you know that? I can't believe I'm this lucky to have married someone so considerate." Between his barrage of compliments and the way he peppers your face with so many soft kisses you can't argue back. "You're not making my life harder by wanting me to stay, I'm not burdened by you, I promise. Have I ever been the kind of guy to keep that kind of thing quiet?"

No. If Kyle Broflovski felt strongly about something you would hear it. It was honestly one of your favorite things about him, you never had to guess how he felt or if he wasn't upset and was too afraid to tell you. There were moments where he needed time to sort out his feelings or he'd explode, and he swore he'd never do that to you. Not you, not the person he bound his life to.

"There's more to this isn't there? Come on love, what is it?" Kyle Broflovski was also very good at reading you, turns out.

You pressed your lips together as your hands worked up towards his hair, carding your fingers through his fiery red curls. He hummed in delight at the way your fingers felt against his scalp, if you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, you'd compare him to a cat.

One should feel honored that Kyle would even allow them to see his hair when he was a kid, now here you were touching it and even massaging his scalp. You swore if you had enough time, you'd have him purring in your hands.

"I was just thinking about a way to not make the house so lonely."

"You want me to see if I can't start working from home? It'll be a little difficult, but I can-"

"No, no. I mean that would be awesome but no. I mean like...what if we had a little us running around? You know?" You whisper letting your voice drop as if someone could be listening in on your conversation.

Kyle's eyes widen and you watch his face turn a bright red, the freckles on his face pop against his skin. You've never seen him react like that, even before you were married in those early dating stages. Sure, there were times where he got nervous, times where he felt his heart speed up when he looked at you, times where he was puddy in your hands and you could pull a side of him that he'd never show anyone else.

In the bedroom it was you who took the lead. Maybe it was because Kyle was so busy being "dominate" in other parts of your relationship that when it was time for love making, he just wanted to let someone else have control. Being able to shut his mind off and just focus on the wonderful feeling you gave him was what heaven felt like, he was sure. And he was just lucky you liked the role, that you took to it so easily. There was no shame in his eyes, he just wanted to keep what you both did between you two. The world didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. But the way he looked at you told a different story.

"You...want a baby? My baby?" His voice matches your level, but his voice seems to dip lower than his usual sleepy voice.

"Who else? I know we haven't really talked about it, but I think we're in a good spot and we'd make really good parents."

When Kyle doesn't respond you squirm a little on the counter, shifting in his hold that seemed to tighten around your thigh. You watched as he took a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered shut. Then he grabbed his phone and began tapping away against the screen. You went to move so you could give him the privacy he needed as your eyes caught the little text bubbles being sent. You tried your hardest not to read what he was texting but his hand on your thigh squeezed around the soft flesh, a silent warning to keep still. The way his jaw shifts and the veins in his arms poke out makes you tilt your head in confusion.

"I called off." His voice breaking the silence makes you jolt, that and the way he tosses his phone to the side.

"What?! Why!? I don't want to be the reason you're staying home." You try to protest further but you're cut off by the way his lips slam into yours.

"I've got plenty of sick days I never use. You're sitting here in my clothes talking about wanting my baby. And god damn it I didn't even want to go in today anyway." He growls in between the kisses, emphasizing each word.

"I always wear your clothes though! I don't see-... Kyle did asking for a baby get you worked up?" You ask pulling him back from your lips by his hair, he usually likes when you tug on the roots.

He lets out a small moan, but it's cut off by another growl, he grabs your hands holding your smaller wrists in his one hand. Pinning them above your head against the cabinets behind you makes you gasp, and your eyes widen. This was a new side to him that had your core pulsing with desire.

He didn't need to answer, you got it from that alone, but he did. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about wanting to fill you up. How bad I wanna cum in you until there's no question that you're pregnant."

You shutter and whimper at the way he speaks to you, his dirty talk working its magic. As the years went on, he worked on trying to keep it out of his vocabulary, but in moments like this where he gets worked up it would slip out.

But it never came out like this, you never realized how much you liked Kyle like this. You never saw the looks he would give you when you were so busy taking care of Ike. The way his eyes would linger with a dark hunger behind them as you took care of his baby brother like it was second nature. Thoughts of your own kids grabbing at your hip and hugging your leg, a baby in your arms and another one in his. How jealous he was that Stan told him one night that he was trying with his partner for kids. How Kenny already had one with another one the way. Kyle wanted his kids to grow up with theirs, maybe they'd be best friends like they were.

More importantly he wanted to see you pregnant, the need to take care of you was ingrained so deeply that he wanted this. Needed this. His cock was aching already over the fact that you brought it up and he didn't have to. You came to him wanting a baby and fuck he was going to give you one. Especially if you kept whimpering and pressing your body against his like that.

"Who's getting worked up now? Do you like that idea? C'mon talk to me Mama." Oh, the way he called you that was dangerous, his hot breath ghosting over your exposed collarbone.

"I-I-" You can't get it out, the way your head is spinning and the way his lips are working, making his mark on your skin. You yelp when his teeth sink in and his grip on your wrists tightens. "I do! I-I want you!"

He seemed to like that, liked the way you beg for him so easily. You feel him smirk into your skin and his free hand push up your shirt. His fingertips glide across your skin finding your breasts, there he gives your nipple a sharp pinch, rolling the nub between his index finger and this thumb. "You sound so pretty like this; I should have done this forever ago.... I'm gonna let your hands go so I can get this shirt off you. You keep them there." Kyle wasn't asking, not the way he clicked his tongue and rolled your nipple.

You cry out and nod, barely able to verbally respond, the pain was intoxicated something you didn't even know you liked. If this was how he was acting from just talking about putting a baby in you, you couldn't wait until he was actually fucking you. For now, you'd play his game, keep your hands above your head so he can slip the faded T-shirt off you.

"I never get tired of this." Next comes your shorts, he unties the strings keeping the baggy basketball shorts up and around your waist. His hands working on pulling them down until they pool beneath his feet, kicking them to the side. "I can't believe you thought for a second I would be upset with you for wanting me to stay home. Fuck, I'm glad you said something. Guess I don't have to worry about going to work hungry hm?" He returns to your neck, but he doesn't stay for long, he kisses a heated trail down to your breasts.

There his lips latch onto your hardening buds. His tongue swirls around the pink flesh hungrily sucking until they're red and sore. Each little cry and moan you let out only encourages him to give the other side the same attention. All the while his hands work on opening your legs to him.

His attention is pulled away when he feels your soaked cunt. Expecting to find your panties, he growls and looks down at you. You don't know how he went from looking you in the eye, to almost hovering over you with such a dangerous look. How he made you feel so small like you were prey.

"Was this a part of your plan? Make those adorable pouting faces and get me to fuck you on the kitchen counter? Wear nothing under my clothes so I can dive right into that delicious looking pussy?" You moan and throw your head back, not just from how filthy he spoke but from how he bit the inside of your thigh.

Teeth marks marking up and down your plump perfect thighs, they were perfect to him. Perfect in the way they felt under his teeth, perfect in the way they filled his hand, perfect in the way you tasted. All of you was perfect.

"Oh fuck~" You're nearly cut off by another gasp as his nips turn to kisses against your slit.

"Keep moaning like that, it goes so well with my breakfast." The way his tongue slipped through the lips of your cunt against your bud made your gasp turn to moans.

Kyle devoured you like you were his last meal, his tongue swirls around your nub like he had your breasts. You couldn't help as your hips rolled against his tongue chasing pleasure with greed, but he stops you with a firm hold on your thighs. His teeth graze your bud as a warning, a silent demand for you to sit still, but if the way he spoke and pinned you down was anything to go off of; you needed to keep pushing. So, you pushed against his hold again, squirming against his mouth.

When Kyle pulls back and clicks his tongue, it isn't until you see the look in his eyes that you know you're in trouble. "I kept my hands up like you told me to...w-what is it?"

"You know what. I'm trying to eat my meal in peace and you're making it very hard. Quit being a brat."

"But I was just-"

Kyle cuts you off again, but not with his lips or his own words, but from his hands wrapped around your throat. The tips of his fingers applied a healthy amount of pressure to cut off just enough air to make your head spin. His eyes narrow down at you as he forces your head up.

"You were just...what? Arguing with me? No, I think you were going to say, I'm sorry I won't move my hips again. I'll keep still so you can eat."

He waits. Waits for you to nod before letting your throat go, then he waits another second looking at you expectedly. As you gasp for air your tongue traces your bottom lip. "I... I’m sorry and I'll keep still so you can eat."

"Good girl."

Oh. Oh. Maybe you were more of a switch than you thought. Maybe it was just the way he said that with that delicious purr. At this moment you didn't really care to put a label on it, you were just burning from the praise. Not like you had a lot of time to think about it anyway, not when he knelt back down and started eating you out. His lips latched onto the sensitive nub pulling a moan from you as he sucked, his tongue flicks over it again and again. He's attentive to every sound you make from the way your muscles flex and bounce under his touch. All but humming when your yell for God or his name.

Throwing your head back, you swore you were seeing stars when he shook his head back and forth. The friction had you clenching around nothing and your nails digging into the wooden cabinets behind you.

"Kyle baby, I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum. I-I've been good I did what you told me!"

When he doesn't say anything, you have to fight the urge to grab him by the head and force him to look up at you. Slowly he looks up at you and the little flicker of fire behind them tells you all you need. It takes everything in your power not to close your eyes as you cum around his tongue, even more so when his tongue begins to greedily lap it up. You mewl and squirm trying to pull away from him, but he won't let you, won't let you move from his hold. Nothing you could have baked for him would taste as perfect as you do.

"So sweet~. Hmm always taking care of me." Kyle rubs his lips against your thighs again, wiping the slick off his jaw.

As he stands back up, he can't help but admire his work. The way your skin is marked with his teeth marks, the purple bruises on your thighs shaped like his hand, and now the way your face is flushed a dark red as you try to catch your breath. You can't quite read what's going on in his head, but he's got that look like he's thinking about something. The way his brows knit together and his eyes flicker from you to around the room.

Then he hums, picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen table. You shiver when the cool wood hits your back but it's a distant complaint as he hovers over you. Somewhere between the counter and the table he's slipped off his plaid bottoms and his boxers. Discarded somewhere with your clothes, you click back into reality as he pulls his shirt over his head. Most of his freckles are covering his shoulders, dusting across the pale skin and down his back. He raises a brow at you when he catches you admiring just how handsome he really is. It's only morning and he's already got you so dazed and worked up.

"Got something to say Mama?"

Fuck you were really beginning to like that, "just thinking about how incredibly lucky I am. We're gonna make some really pretty babies."

He smirks at you, the kind that would have made you fall to your knees if you weren't laying on the table. "Yeah? I was just thinking the same thing. How fucking beautiful you are. How pretty you're gonna look when I finally paint your insides."

You cover your mouth to stop the moan from slipping out of your mouth, but once again he stops you and pins your hands by your side. "No. Let me hear you. I need to hear you begging for my cock. Beg me to fill you up."

It takes a few teasing glides of his cock over you folds and a few more growls before you finally cave. The way the words roll of your tongue is like sin. "Please Kyle, I want you to fuck a baby into me. I want it so bad; it has to be you. Only you!"

"Fuck!" His own resolve crumbles just as the tip of his cock slips back down to your begging hole.

This isn't the first time you've felt him without a condom but this time it felt so different. Knowing he wasn't going to pull out this time was exciting, the fact that he could just let go and take you however he wanted. To claim you with his cum. You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even feel the way he puts your legs up on his shoulders, or his curls brushing against your face. It isn't until he finally sheathes himself into you that you snap out of it. You moan next to his ear when he bottoms out in you, the way your thighs burn feels so good.

"Your cunt's choking me, trying to milk me already baby? Don't worry I'll give you every last drop." Kyle lulls his head to the side as he begins lazily rocking into you.

You're almost folded in half from the way he has you under him, knees pushed back towards your shoulders. Kyle's got your hands still pinned by the side of your head; fingers intertwined with yours. Normally his eyes would flutter shut, he'd give into the sensation of his cock nudging into your walls, but this time he keeps them open. Like he is trying to memorize every time your lips form that cute little 'o' and a moan comes spilling out. The way your moans pitch up when he hits that delicious spot. The way you pant and beg for him to go faster.

That's when he shifts, the loving hold and lazy thrusts turn to fast paced fucking. Love making is always there, you never doubt that, but the way he's got his hands around your waist pulling you back onto his cock feels so raw. He slams into you with a newfound force neither of you knew he could muster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars dancing across your vision. He rewards you with his own moans and grunts, the further his cock head pushes past your walls the faster he brings you to climax. Now that your hands are free from his strong grip, you place them on his forearm’s nails digging into his flesh. He hisses but it only seems to push him further.

"Come on baby. Cum around my cock. Yeah, just like that. Just like that!"

You arch your back and give him all you have. Your walls finally grip his cock as you reach your peak. Between your heart beating in your ears and the way he slams back into you, it's almost too much. Kyle finds a way to keep you on the line without pushing you too far. You feel the way his hips begin to stutter, and his moans become ragged. You know he's close.

"Yeah. Fuck you feel so good, I'm gonna- gotta fill you up. Take it!" He groans and then you feel his hot seed against your walls. Pushing up into your cunt, he plugs your hole with a final slam of his hips.

You and your husband lay there against one another, panting heavily until your breathing slows down to match one another. You can feel his lips pressed against your neck and his eyelashes tickle your skin. When you move your hands to his hair again, he knows you're okay, he presses a few short kisses onto your soft lips. Kyle feels you smile against his lips, and he doesn't even bother stopping the lazy one that comes across his.

"Never seen that side of you. I like it." You purr finally able to talk now that you've slowed down.

"Hm, keep that in mind when we do this again."

"Again?"

"Oh baby, we've got all day. It's Friday. I'm going to treat you to dinner like I promised. After that I'll take you upstairs and we're going to do this again. And again. Aaaaaand again. I'll keep my cock plugged in you like this and we'll go to sleep." His fingers push back into your hair, pushing it out of your sweaty face.

"J-Jesus Kyle." You shutter under his touch, unable to stop the way your walls flutter around him again. You can feel his cock bob in response, and when he slides his hardened member out slowly; you feel every little vein like he wants you to memorize it.

"Gotta make sure you're pregnant. My perfect, beautiful, wonderful wife deserves to be a mama. And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't give her exactly what she wants?" Kyle smirks down at you with newfound energy.

It was going to be a long morning, maybe you could convince him to let you finish making those pastries but you had a feeling that would be a battle. Especially since he's already started thrusting back into you. Maybe a few more rounds wouldn't hurt, you could always have him put the baked goods in the oven. After all he was doing so well already.

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✰ Kyle Broflovski X Reader Romance Fic ✰

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Tension [Kyle Broflovski X f!Reader]

Y/N had basically gone completely unnoticed by her crush, Kyle Broflovski, until a new seating arrangement in Geometry.

Way too much tension, way too slow, way too high. The tension finally breaks between you two, just for it to build up again..

She fell first, but he fell harder.

<characters are aged up (15-16)>

<smut & drug use involved>

<stoner reader>

<slow burn>

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