#craig x y/n

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CRAIG CRAIG CRAIG CRAIG W FEM BODIED READER I BEG PLEASE GO WILD

I do believe I did, in fact, go wild.

Seemingly contrary to popular demand, the (first) Craig fic is here! Have one more already in drafts.

I'm still writing slow apparently

Pastor!Craig Tucker x Succubus!Reader - match made in hell

Also available on ao3!

Summary: What was supposed to be a normal night of feeding for one powerful succubus turns into much more when she runs into Craig Tucker, a simple pastor from a small town - allegedly.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Smut, Oral Sex, Deepthroating/Facefucking, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cowgirl Position, Slapping, Mentions of Alcohol, Religious Imagery and Symbolism (Portrayed NEGATIVELY - Reader is a sex demon)

A/N: Warning: If you have a particularly close and positive relationship with religion and/or get offended easily, I suggest you avoid this work. The Reader character is a sex demon, and as such, some descriptions of religion and comments on it are less than respectful. If you wanna read Craig but aren't keen on this one, I have something else prepared for him in a more light-hearted and cutesy tone coming soon (possibly next month because I do also have a request for Kyle, and Craig needs a break)

My first one of 2025. Here's to many more! I hope the person who created the concepts for Pastor Craig and Imp Tweek in the Phone Destroyer headquarters got paid HANDSOMELY. These two characters are endless mines of content for the fandom, and all the fanart people have created with them is fucking FIRE

Toc toc toc, my shoes clacked as I walked down the street in an unknown town, the repetitive sound only being broken when stepping over the still fresh tiny clumps of snow all over the ground. The cold didn’t graze my body, which was always warm and comfortable no matter the weather or outfit, and the area was empty enough at night, so I also didn’t have to deal with the usual looks of confusion people had on their faces when they saw me walking down the street in nothing but six inch heels and a strapless tube minidress.

I walked without really knowing or caring about my destination or surroundings - the workings of human geography are irrelevant to an entity of superior ranking such as myself. Being a succubus means being able to find sustenance absolutely anywhere, with my powers being able to do the whole work of charming a target that I could then fuck, their semen containing precious life energy that I fed on. Not that I needed that energy right now; it hadn’t been long since I last manifested into the Earth looking for food, which meant I was… still full, so to speak.

My presence in the human realm at all was considered abnormal. Most of my sex demon peers were mostly used to visiting humans in the form of wet dreams and taking their energy off of that. They didn’t also feed often, only doing so when they really needed to, to save themselves the trip and the hassle. As such, most of them turned their noses when seeing me making moves on the land of the living rather frequently, enjoying the thrill of the chase and taking my victims in person - usually with them ending up dead as a result; most human men couldn’t survive an actual physical encounter with a succubus, hence my colleagues’ preference for dreamwalking.

Which is probably why all of those other demons were fucking weaklings and I was the most powerful by a huge margin, but that’s a story for another time.

Soon I found myself at the entrance of an unknown tavern. It had all the airs of a place that’s trying too hard, like it was trying to cater to an audience that wasn’t its usual and was probably failing miserably on that. I already knew I had to brace myself for what I would find inside. The men that usually frequented these places usually reflected the ambience - acting all high and mighty, pretending to know more than they actually did, and like you should be grateful they’re even bothering to lend you a moment of their oh-so-important night. And I’d have to humor these types of cretins, laugh at their jokes and pretend to be smitten by their flirting, give them the satisfaction of sleeping with them. Those men were no different than the types you’d find at the run-down bars in the shittiest parts of the human world, their minds worked in the exact same way and I always found more delight in seeing their dead bodies under me than I had when actively having sex.

The thought of that delight was what gave me the patience to push through the heavy doors into the pretentious pub. Jazz music played softly on unseen speakers, but with almost no ears to appreciate it; the place was mostly empty. Just one guy sitting alone at a table in the corner looking over the window, a couple on a table closer to the entrance - the annoyed look on their faces told me I wouldn’t have the slightest hint of a problem making a move on the husband if I wanted him, and he probably wouldn’t be missed after death either - and a loner on the stools by the counter.

Immediately after I entered, the most delicious scent invaded my nostrils, overpowering all my other senses and clouding my awareness of the environment like a purple-ish haze. My kind is able to feel the sexual energy flowing through human beings, much like a predator can smell its prey. It is usually different from person to person, sometimes mouth-watering, sometimes repulsive, but it always has the same effect of drawing us in and making us aware of possible targets. Some humans have more energy than others, more impacting and flavorful scents - those are what their kind would usually see as sexually superior, the ones with lots of stamina and a sensual aura that cannot be ignored, an information that is not necessarily attached to their physical appearance. Never quite to the level of us succubi, but those individuals usually did make for tasty meals.

Whoever was exuding this smell, however, was on another echelon entirely. I didn’t think I had ever felt that much sexual aura emanating from one single person, and I had come across many powerful examples. Being with someone like this would no doubt be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, both in the matter of power intake from the feeding and sexual gratification of the act itself. It was like a complete banquet had been placed right under my face, and all it would take for me to feast was seducing one insignificant human male, a task I knew I had in the bag.

My head turned in the direction the smell was coming from, an almost automatic movement, instincts taking over to more easily get to my prey. Immediately my brain identified the target, the guy at the counter, nursing a glass of something all by himself. It was a young man, possibly in what would be the early to mid twenties in a human lifespan. The most ridiculous blue chullo hat covered his hair, and honestly it had me confused for a second on how a guy wearing something like that could have such a powerful aura. The rest of his outfit was mostly normal - run-of-the-mill dark blue jeans, a black blazer fully open at the front, well-shined dress shoes on his feet. Overall very unassuming. Had it not been for the full black collar shirt with the white detail on the front of the neck, I might’ve not even realized that the man was a pastor.

Not that it was a problem. I had been with religious leaders many times, and this one definitely wouldn’t be the last. For all their hatred for demons and their efforts to steer the ‘sheep’, as they called it, away from temptation, they were always particularly easy to seduce - a whole life built on self-imposed abstinence often made for extremely frustrated men who could never put up a fight against my sensual charms, their pent-up sexual energy bursting to the forefront at the first opportunity. Admittedly, it was actually kind of fun; seeing the desperation behind their eyes as they struggled to keep their cool and remind themselves of their vows to whatever deity they worshiped, the hypocrisy they exhibited when finally running their disgusting hands all over my skin, and their completely drained bodies when it was all over. Every single one of them had died under me.

Licking my lips over the perspective of an easy full meal, I made my way to the counter across the door, taking the free seat to the right of the pastor, balancing myself on the flimsy bar stool and checking him out through the corner of my eye. From most men, I got feedback right upon arrival, and it could come either in the form of a quick glance or a full-blown stare, depending on how smitten and desperate the guy was. The one on my left, however, barely flinched, not even the usual reaction associated with having someone sit right beside you when everywhere else is empty. He just took another sip off his glass, his eyes fixed on the shelves of beverages in front of us, physically seeing them but clearly not committing anything to memory.

Weird behaviour, but fine by me. Even if he might act a little odd, the only thing I wanted from this man was his energy, and that he clearly had to spare. So it was worth taking the lead and forcing him to pay attention to me. I leaned towards him, expecting that to create some sort of movement from him, but he did absolutely nothing. So I touched his shoulder lightly, forcing his brain to acknowledge my presence, even if his body wouldn’t show it.

Putting on my most demure and soft voice, I spoke to him in a low volume. “Excuse me, sir, can you call the bartender for me? I don’t think he’s seen me here yet.” Total bullshit. The place was almost empty and everyone who was present saw me enter, the only reason I hadn’t been served so far was because I literally didn’t give anyone any time to.

The pastor simply lifted his hand in silence, still not looking at me, and the aforementioned bartender came rather quickly, introducing himself and the place, clearly already entranced by my presence and affected by my love charm. Unfortunately - or fortunately? - for him, he wasn’t my target. I ordered a B-52; just a simple shot, so I could maybe strike a conversation over it with the guy sitting beside me, or at least buy myself some time to come up with another excuse.

“Hey, you’re a pastor, right?” I pointed to the collar of his shirt, feigning ignorance, “Why are you at a bar?”

The guy took another sip of his drink - now that I was up close, I could see it was a glass of plain whiskey. When he opened his mouth to speak, I felt his energy all over again - his voice was deep and devoid of all emotion, but extremely hot to the ears. “If you had to constantly deal with the people of this town, you’d drink too.”

I forced my mind to stop thinking about how sexy he sounded and focus on his actual words. Jaded, like everything else about his demeanor. “Sure, but I didn’t know y’all could drink,” I retorted, chuckling a bit to emphasize the unseriousness of my comment, “Isn’t that forbidden or something?”

“Jesus turned water to wine,” the pastor shrugged.

The finger that had drawn attention to his collar now pointed to his glass. “Wine, not whisky.”

“It’s all alcohol anyway.”

And that’s what truly mattered to him, apparently.

My shot glass arrived and I downed it quickly, suppressing a smirk as I heard the guy speak again, of his own accord this time. “I have never seen you before,” his comment felt slightly funny, considering he hadn’t looked at me at all yet, “And I’m the pastor. I know everyone.”

“Oh, I’m just… visiting,” my usual hand-crafted excuse for why I was somewhere slipped without even having to think about it, “Not really from around the area.”

“I can see that,” he said from behind his glass, his voice echoing slightly inside of it and making the liquid vibrate.

“You haven’t even seen me yet…” I let that sentence draw out flirtingly, my hand moving to the pastor’s chin and tilting his face to the side so it would be towards me - knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it even though I hadn’t asked permission. Guys like him cared heavily about their personal space, while I didn’t, so my demonic powers always won out.

I expected him to try and turn away right off the bat, get full blown red in the face in a way that I’d be able to practically see the lascivious thoughts running inside of his head and hear his inner voice trying to reel them back. Instead, he just eyed me up and down, his expression unreadable. Wasn’t even subtle about the fact he was doing it, either. When he was done analyzing me, he turned towards the bar again.

“So…” I murmured again, not letting him have his silence, “What do you think?”

“That’s a stupid question to ask the local pastor,” his answer came as dry as ever.

“Well… Can I at least get a name for the local pastor then?” finally finding a chance to ask, I gave him my best soft smile, making my question seem innocent enough, “Just in case I wanna attend mass while I’m here?”

“You’d get one if you actually went to the thing,” he retorted, ”But I guess it’s fair. I’m Craig Tucker. You?”

I gave him a fake one, like always, one off the little list of feminine-sounding names I had memorized for those exact occasions. Craig repeated it after me in a murmur, seemingly testing how it rolled off his tongue, but it didn’t matter to me. The way he’d moan it when deep inside was the only one that counted.

“Craig Tucker.” My way of saying his name was less about memorizing it and more about making a declaration to myself; setting my prey’s name to my brain, like throwing a dart at a picture of him on the wall. “I still want your answer…”

He drank the final bit of the whiskey he had and set the glass aside. “Like you need salvation, lady.”

The fit of laughter that came from me was completely genuine. Surely it wasn’t intended as a compliment - or maybe it was; hard to tell with Craig - but I took it as one anyway, committing it to memory for later bragging to my fellow succubi. “Is that so?” I said once the hilarity of it all started to die down, “Hm… You know all about salvation, don’t you? Maybe you can help a girl out… I wanna go to heaven, after all.”

Words that quite literally hurt my tongue to say, like thousands of hot needles pricking on it, but I managed to push through the discomfort - you don’t become one of the best by following every single rule Hell forces upon you. The pastor waited a moment, then lifted his hand in the air, calling for the bartender, who came rather quickly. They exchanged some words I didn’t care to hear; all that mattered was Craig signaling in my direction, both of them looking at me for a moment, then the other man nodding quickly and stepping right away to prepare a drink.

That’s when I knew it was all working. This is how it always started. Men would get entranced by my charm and try to woo me with drinks and erotic words, which was just entertainment in itself from how hilarious they were most of the time. It was always worth it coming up to this realm for that alone. Then they’d start making passes on me, trying to get a move on, and when I accepted eagerly, they’d leave with me thinking that they were getting the upper hand on the whole thing by taking a hot babe home with barely any effort. Even if some of them started out slightly put off by a woman showing so much initiative, the end result was inevitable; a husk of a man left completely drained in his bed, if he managed to make it out alive, and me off on the road to my next endeavor.

It didn’t take long for me to hear the glass sliding across the bar counter, but when I caught it with my hand, what I saw gave me pause. I was used to the fancy tall glasses with colorful drinks, all fruit and sugar and barely any alcohol at all, that men would buy me in clubs when trying to impress. Instead, what stopped in front of me was a small glass of Old Fashioned, an orange slice resting lazily inside of the amber liquid, alongside a single dark red cherry that had sunk to the bottom with its stem still poking out of the cup. I had had a couple of these before, but had to charm bartenders into giving them to me every single time - they were much more up my alley than the borderline diabetes-inducing drinks I was normally forced to enjoy, but men wouldn’t ever let me have those because they didn’t think a pretty woman like me could handle the real deal.

I blinked twice, looking at my drink, before lifting my eyes to Craig again. A new, full glass of whiskey had appeared in his hand, probably while I was too busy in my slight shock.  “Don’t you think that’s… a bit too much for a woman?” I chuckled, lifting up the glass and shaking it lightly, letting the ice clink around. Though my comment was playing into the usual human gender norms, the real objective was to gauge his intentions and thoughts; the pastor had already proven to be more than meets the eye, and I was just dying to find out more about what happened inside that ridiculous hat he wore.

“It’s nothing. I think you can handle it,” he responded with a snort - probably the most emotion he had shown yet, even if it was a bit of disdain, “If you’re too weak, then give it here.”

Immediately I took the drink out of his reach and brought it to my mouth. The liquid burned as it went down my throat, leaving behind a lingering stinging sensation, obviously too strong for my human disguise but absolutely delicious for me. This time, Craig spun his whole body on the bar stool to face me, watching my reaction with great interest - evidently expecting me to gag or cough or maybe even start crying. I didn’t give him the satisfaction, taking great joy in the strong flavor of a proper beverage for a change.

The whole glass was gone in a couple of gulps, and I let it rest on the counter. The small orange slice was left alone in the glass when I picked the alcohol-soaked cherry and placed it between my teeth, my eyes shining with mischief as I teasingly closed my lips around the fruit and broke the stem away, chewing slowly without ever losing the pastor’s gaze.

“Well would you look at that.” There was the faintest hint of amusement in his voice, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it, which I was.

After swallowing the chewed cherry - much less sweet from its time submerged in the drink -, I let my lips curve into a smirk. “You’re right. I can handle it.”

“Clearly.” The pastor raised his own glass towards me, as if going for a toast, despite the fact that I didn’t have anything to toast with anymore. He didn’t wait for any reaction of mine, just bringing the drink to his lips right after the silent movement. A nonverbal acknowledgement of my skill, not necessarily praise since his face was still cold as ever, but close.

I lifted my glass a few inches from the table as well, reciprocating the imaginary toast. “Cheers to the fact that I can handle my alcohol?”

Just like me, he was done with his glass of whiskey after a few gulps, drinking rapidly without a break. The noise the glass made when he placed it on the bar was maybe a bit too loud, even though Craig’s movements were as calculated as they had been the whole time. “You can handle more than that,” he responded, “Or at least it’s what you’re trying to tell me.”

I put my hand over my mouth, hiding a giggle. “Excuse me?”

The pastor leaned towards me, lacing his fingers and propping his elbows on his thighs. “You come to a bar with barely anyone in it, wearing next to nothing, sit right next to a dude you’ve never seen and start a conversation with him. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Yeah, of course. He was spot on. Not that I was trying to be secretive about my intentions, but usually the religious fellows don’t speak on them with their full chest like this guy did. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I murmured, looking elsewhere and twirling a strand of hair on my index finger in the most obvious flirty move ever, a behavior that annoyed even myself with how stupid it was. 

“Don’t play with me, lady,” his tone was firmer this time and I knew I didn’t have much more time with my coy act before he’d lose his patience, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t prolong it as much as I could. “I’m a pastor, not a fucking dumbass.”

The sudden cursing should’ve felt absurd, but somehow I knew Craig was not above it. “Language!” I nudged his leg with my foot playfully.

“You can fuck right off.” Swiftly, he stood up, his bar stool making a noise on the floor with the quick movement. ”Now, let’s go.”

It wasn’t a suggestion or a question. It was an order.

“Where?” I tilted my face a bit.

The eye roll he gave me could’ve made a person dizzy. “My place.”

“Oh, but…” I pouted slightly while looking up at him, “I thought guys from the church had to wait until marriage?”

“We do. And we also don’t drink or curse.” He pulled a wallet from the pocket of his blazer and slammed a bill on the counter, visibly not intent on waiting for change. His point needed no further explanation. “Now you can leave with me or you can leave alone, it’s your call.”

Craig’s poker face made it really hard to decipher which parts of his attraction to me were doings of my passive demonic charm and how much of it was actually just him being interested without me having to do anything. His actions seemed completely original, he wasn’t much trying to impress me or jumping at the slightest hint of my affections like guys usually did when I used my abilities on them. Maybe he just… Wanted me of his own accord.

Fine by me. Giving up on any further teasing, at least for the time being, I got up as well and followed him out into the cold night like a guided missile - not without looking back one last time and noticing the disgruntled expression on the bartender’s face as he saw me leaving with the pastor.

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My high heels had barely touched the carpet in Craig’s apartment before the door slammed and his hands were on me. The whole drive there we hadn’t spoken a word to each other, his eagerness only still noticeable by the firm grip on the steering wheel and the several red lights he ran through. He had managed to restrain all his desire for a moment where we’d be fully comfortable and alone to act on it.

The pastor didn’t try to butter me up by showing me around his house or using flattering words on me some more like anyone else would - no, he went straight for the kill. Clearly Craig gave no fucks for anything that didn’t explicitly pique his interest, and right now his interest was in my body, so that’s what he was going to focus on and all the other social norms were out the window. He knew I wanted him too, so in his vision, there was no point in waiting. This straightforward attitude of his drove him further and further into my trap and he didn’t even know it.

He spun me around after closing the door and took my lips on his, wasting no time before sliding his tongue past my teeth and letting it find mine in a passionate dance. That blue hat had somehow vanished in the couple of seconds I wasn’t looking at him, Craig’s full head of short black hair slightly mussed from being under its confines too long, a problem that I solved quickly by running my fingers all over it as I grabbed his head to pull it impossibly closer.

Although the fire with which he kissed me was welcome, it also seemed unbecoming. The celibates I charmed in the past usually had an awkwardness attached to the way that they touched me, because they literally didn’t know how - their teeth would clash onto mine when they tried to come for a kiss, and they’d try to grope and massage the weirdest parts of my body, clamoring to feel any part of a woman’s soft skin. Craig had none of that. His hands immediately went for my ass, hiking up my form-fitting dress and letting the fabric bunch on my hips, taking the soft yet firm flesh on his palms as he squeezed it possessively. 

He tried forcing me to walk backwards in the direction he wanted to go, his legs taking him automatically despite his closed eyes, since he already knew the way around all the obstacles. Unfortunately for him, I didn’t have that same awareness. When the back of my leg hit what seemed to be an armchair and we lost our walking pace, Craig grunted in major annoyance before breaking our kiss and narrowing his eyes at me like I had just committed the eighth deadly sin. Immediately, he used all the strength in his arms to pull me up, my legs wrapping tight around his waist and my arms around his neck instinctively as I lost my footing. Apparently, he figured it was better that he take me himself, since I was being ‘inefficient’ to him. I didn’t mind that at all.

“Wow, you’re strong,” my whispering made his arms tighten around me even more, “You gotta tell me your workout routine later…”

“Someone like you wouldn’t keep up with it,” the way he said it wasn’t exactly sexy; more matter-of-fact, as if it was actually part of a conversation - one he wouldn’t continue, having clashed his lips on mine right after to stop me from questioning.

It didn’t take many steps for him to kick a door open in some direction I didn’t care for and bring me into his bedroom, throwing me onto the mattress without much care, my body bouncing on impact. His bed was queen size - kind of unnecessary for a guy who couldn’t actually lay beside somebody else before marriage, but very convenient for my purposes - and extremely comfortable, with cushy pillows and a decent comforter that smelled like him. A huge focus on personal satisfaction that probably cost a lot and thus went against the humility he was supposed to preach.

Faking a contented hum, I made quick work of my tiny dress, the only thing covering my otherwise very naked form, and stretched myself lazily, turning around like a pleased cat and touching the comforter all over with my body; not quite masking his scent with my own, but rather creating an enticing cocktail better than anything he could buy at the flimsy bar I met him at. It’d undoubtedly stick for many days even after I left, to keep Craig - or whoever discovered his dead body - completely aware of what had transpired in this mattress.

Stopping after a few moments, I laid on my side, facing a very stiff Craig who gazed down at me with his arms crossed. My eyes managed to catch on to the slightest twitch of his nose, which had me grinning straight away - I was getting to him, even if it was almost impossible to tell. My sexy little show did not go unnoticed.

“You’re just gonna stand there?” I bit on one of my fingernails , pointing at him with the other hand. “Or are you gonna strip for me?”

I made sure to not use any of my seduction magic at that moment, wanting to play with his response, expecting him to fight me for it. Instead, he just let out an annoyed grunt, his hands moving to his belt - unlike what I’m usually accustomed to, the pants came off before anything else; he pulled him down along with his boxers in a very quick motion, kicking them off of his feet with his shoes and leaving them on the ground somewhere unseen. 

My attention was immediately drawn to his rock hard cock. There were no roundabouts for it: he was damn massive. Likely one of the biggest I’d seen on a mortal in centuries, in both length and girth. Had a patch of black hair at the base, extremely nicely trimmed, as if it had been done just that same day - first time I actually saw a religious guy care about his pubic hair. The veins that ran under the sensitive skin of his cock were visible even under just the dim moonlight that came from his blinds, and so were the beads of precum already leaking from the huge tip, glistening like they were made of thousands of tiny diamonds. His balls hung low, seeming heavy and full, ready to keep me fed and strengthen my demonic power for possibly weeks on end. Maybe it was a blessing to human women that his calling had been voluntary celibacy, otherwise his sexual partners would be in severe danger.

“Yeah, it’s fucking big,” Craig groaned, my unabashed inspection clearly not getting past him. Understatement of the century, but was this guy reading my mind? “And you’re gonna fucking take it.”

The words were meant to threaten me, but they had the opposite effect. My body was built for exactly that. “Well, if god made it, it must fit, right?” I decided to taunt him back, reminding him of his position despite the filth that came out of his mouth.

He scoffed. “God didn’t make it.”

I was left to try and understand just what the fuck he was talking about while he continued to undress, taking off his blazer and undoing his collar and the buttons of his shirt with practiced ease, letting both pieces of fabric fall to the floor next to his pants and allowing me to see what his build looked like. The source of his earlier strength was then clear to me. For a pastor, he was pretty toned - the shirt and blazer did a fantastic job of hiding his defined arms and abs, maintaining  that completely boring façade he had while the real gem was hidden from view. In each movement, Craig Tucker laid in front of me more of his secrets and surprises, sating my mental curiosity before he even had a chance to do the same to my physical vessel.

With his upper body now bare, I took in another detail that had been hidden under his shirt. A silver cross rested on his chest, dangling from a simple chain, barely any details on it - ingenuous, just like the rest of him.

I let my nails scratch his whole torso lightly, moving up from his abdomen all the way to the chain, twisting it in my index finger while I looked at Craig with a sultry grin. Contrary to popular human belief, the little pendant had no effect on me - their religious symbols were nothing more than decorative pieces of wood or metal to us, powerless against the forces of Hell. “What about this?”

“It stays on,” he immediately said, grabbing my wrist and yanking it away from his necklace. This pastor was fully naked for me, yet some part of him still clung to his deity. It was hilarious.

“Suit yourself.” I giggled.

Craig nodded, as if to silently tell me ‘I will’, before grabbing my arm and dragging me on the bed until I was laid across it on my stomach. I propped myself up on my elbows, but before I could even try and look at him, the pastor did all the work for me by grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling it back so I was forced to do just that while he positioned himself in front of my face.

Despite me already knowing where this was headed, I still tilted my head a bit to the side in a silent inquiry of his actions, which he was quick to answer. “I need to figure out if this mouth is good for anything,” he took his cock in his free hand and gave a few lazy taps with it on my bottom lip, “Besides drinking booze and flirting with men of the church.”

“Oh, so you do admit it’s good for all that?” I whispered before closing my lips around his tip, watching the annoyed eye roll he was preparing disappear as his eyelids fluttered closed and his mouth hung open just the tiniest bit when I started sliding my tongue along the slit before swirling it all over, the wetness of his pre being replaced with that of my saliva.

I hummed smugly while starting to slowly take more of that cock inside my mouth, letting the vibrations course through him. I lived for this. Even the most unresponsive of motherfuckers couldn’t control himself with me, and I was counting on just a few more seconds before Craig Tucker became complete putty in my hands. The idea of ending this with only a blowjob, not even getting to fuck him and know what it was like to have such a huge guy inside of me, was a little bit upsetting, but this was a decision he made. Oh well, I thought, until…

With a sharp snap of his hips, he buried all of that inside of my throat.

The coughing and sputtering I emitted when that happened weren’t physical responses. Succubi don’t exactly have useful gag reflexes or the need to breathe, because we’re not mortal; even if our disguises look the part, every single bit of them exists only to elicit arousal or assist in feeding or reproduction, with all the other stupid human necessities made irrelevant. So all of that reaction was purely shock - complete astonishment at the fact that he was able to do something like that with so little care and effort, and no warning whatsoever. Something that could’ve possibly killed a normal human woman, which was, at least to him, what he was dealing with.

He was already waiting to meet my gaze when I looked up to him with wide eyes, moving his free hand to give the side of my face a few light slaps. ”I told you you were gonna take it,” the pastor said, the tiniest of smirks curving his lips for a brief second before he shifted into his stone-faced self again and started slowly pulling himself out of my mouth, “Now hopefully this shuts your damn trap.”

The pace he set while fucking my face wasn’t as brutal as his initial thrust, but I had a vague idea that it wasn’t exactly for my own comfort - he was just trying to draw out the sensation for the longest time possible. My hands grabbed his hips, trying to bring back some semblance of control over the circumstances, which only had him tugging harder at my hair and made me choke in another surprised response. Tears started prickling at the sides of my eyes and streaming down my cheeks, yet I still noticed how Craig’s own gaze laser focused on that; he was finding my whole struggle hot.

So I really played up the act. My grip became more intense and my nails dug down slightly on his skin, as if I was struggling and trying to make him get away, and I shut my eyes tight while gasping and choking all around his cock, my tongue swirling around it and getting it even more smeared in my building saliva. I didn’t need the gift of vision to take in his reaction - his low grunts reached my ears like they had been broadcasted to the whole world.

Then his hand came in contact with my face again, this time in a very fierce smack that made me yelp and cough immediately. “Shut up,” the pastor hissed, “I didn’t ask for your whining…”

Even so, considering how he sped up his thrusts considerably after this, it was clear said whining was very much welcome. So I kept on doing it, taking in stride every single following slap and thrust of his inside of my mouth, faking pain and discomfort but never completely surrendering. 

He was getting close, I could sense it as he went to the initial brutish behaviour of shoving himself all the way quickly like it was just another hole instead of someone’s throat. I used my hands to try and pull him towards me this time, trying to catch any sliver of confusion on his part with this, but getting nothing. Craig just continued using my mouth for his own pleasure, and I braced myself for the surge of power I was about to receive once he came, having literally sucked the life out of him.

Until he gave my hair a yank and pulled himself back abruptly, swiftly taking himself on his free hand and letting a sequence of warm white jets land straight onto my face.

I almost screamed with anger. It was almost impossible for a human man to have enough self-control to pull out of a succubus, no matter which hole he was using. It felt like a personal defeat, to let prey use me like that and not even get to feed. But not everything was over - the pastor was still standing, his eyes closed and head thrown back, but very much alive. He had survived the ordeal, and, for the way he still had my hair on a grip, there was energy for yet another round, one I would not dare to lose.

“Craaaaaig…” I tapped my fingers on his body after a bit, trying to get him to look down at me, to see my face plastered with both his release and the mess of spit all around my mouth from his reckless fucking.

In a small victory of mine, he did. Letting go of his cock and taking my chin in his hand, the pastor tilted my face slowly to one side and then to the other, his eyes narrow as he analyzed his own work. While he did that, my eyes drifted down to his dick - confirming with delight that he was still rock hard as ever, even after coming so hard on my face. That man was one of a kind indeed.

Giving out a type of snort that I couldn’t differentiate between amused and disdainful, Craig released me fully. He silently made his way to the other side of the bed and climbed onto it, sighing as he laid on the mattress, getting cozy against his soft pillows.

No way I’d allow him relaxation now. I was not leaving that place without what I came to get in there. This guy would not be my first defeat. “Tired already?” I whined, turning around and propping myself up on one elbow as the other hand sneaked towards his chest. “I wanna play more…”

Craig turned his face to me with a stern look. “Do I seem tired to you?” Always. “And shut up.” He then patted his thigh with his hand, keeping his gaze on me. Guess my moment of just opening wide and looking pretty was done.

Slowly, teasingly, I straddled his body, his eyes following my every movement like a critic’s. I rolled my hips a few times over his cock, letting my arousal coat it - although it would take much more of it to cover his full length. Though his eyebrows curved into a frown, clearly displeased by the fact that I was waiting so long to just put him in, he couldn’t help but watch the full display with focused eyes, taking every single movement in with an interest that he didn’t show but I knew was there.

“Just get on with it already,” the complaint finally came after a few moments, his hands moving up my thighs.

“In a rush? We have the whole night,” I purred, taking one of my hands to his face and dragging my index finger along his cheek, settling it on his lower lip. 

Craig tilted his face up a bit to move my touch away from his mouth before speaking again. “The earlier we start, the more we do. So stop wasting time.” Hands finding my hips, he took a firm hold on them and lifted them up himself, staring at his own slick-covered cock for a few seconds before looking up at me again, “Unless it’s too much for you.”

Fuck you, I thought to myself, before realizing I was about to do just that. It was clear he knew the effect he had, how sexy he really was, even if he didn’t conceive the true nature of that power. To say something like that to a sex demon! The disrespect! Made me even want to show my real form to him for a brief moment, so that measly pastor could really know what he was dealing with before I drained the life out of him. But I held it back, deciding to make him swallow his words through actions.

Which is why right after getting into position, I sank onto him entirely in one quick movement, meeting the base of his huge length with a brutal downward thrust. My walls stretched themselves to accommodate him in a snug fit, swiftly and painlessly, the perks of a body that is literally made for that. He groaned deeply with this, pressing his lips together to not let the sound be any louder, but the damage had been done.

I leaned towards him a bit to whisper in his ear, “It’s just enough.”

He had unknowingly put me in every succubus’ favourite position. Being on top meant I got complete control over the situation, free rein to do as I pleased while Craig would be left to squirm and take what I gave him. As I straightened my posture and started to ride him expertly, he also began lifting his hips up to meet mine, trying to establish some sort of dominance over my movements, his hands roaming everywhere on my body like they were trying to leave an invisible trail of his touch.

Knowing I had him under relative control, I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the moment. And oh how easy it was to do so. He was so big I could feel him everywhere, hitting the deepest parts of me every time I moved, and the pleasure was indescribable. Legitimately, I had never felt better - my whole body was covered in a delightful warmth with the desire he created, even hotter wherever he handled me. Admission had to be made: Craig was a remarkable lover, and in other circumstances, I’d dream of finding out what else he could do with that cock as well as other parts of him. Maybe if he lived, I’d visit him in his dreams again, both to torment his soul and keep using his body for my leisure without actually allowing him the respite of death.

Actually, that even might not be much of a respite. He’d certainly be in my grounds by then. A church man who willingly gives in to a cardinal sin? Those are rarely allowed in that paradise they talk about so much. 

“You were right, Craig…” I murmured between breathy whimpers, “I think I am good for more than what you said…”

His face was contorted with the effort he was making, but he still managed to keep his eyes open, meeting my gaze fiercely. “You… You really don’t shut up, do you?” He huffed as he spoke, the pleasure and the strain of repeatedly fucking into me clearly getting to him. I merely chuckled and started moving even faster - my dirty talking became uninteresting to me over the sound of our skin slapping and the mattress’ bounce.

Bringing my face down close to him again, I licked a long stripe on his cheek. Surprisingly, despite the physical exertion, he wasn’t sweating. Still, human skin was extremely tempting to any demon, and Craig’s especially so. I couldn’t help but sigh with desire, the light breath hitting right on the wet line on his face, and I fixed my position just in time to see him shudder and groan at that feeling - like the logical part of him wanted to complain and be disgusted but his body was too far gone to actually know what about.

The smell of his essence was getting stronger by the second and it took a lot from me to not both pull all my stops to make him cum and also to not finish myself from the overwhelming ecstasy. Through that haze of lust, there was still a certain competitive aspect for me - knowing that I’d come out the other side from an encounter with such a formidable opponent on the human race, someone whose essence any sex demon would kill to have, to have their abilities obscenely heightened by such great power. Knowing that, from the moment he came, he’d be mine. 

“Say my name,” I honestly didn’t even remember which was the one I had told him; all that mattered was his calling out to me, acknowledging who had prevailed.

It took him a few gasps of air before an answer came. “(Y/N),” he finally husked.

Shock came through me in two different ways. First was the physical: The sound of my name on Craig’s voice made tension I didn’t even know I had over my whole body snap like an elastic that was let go after being stretched to its limits. A scream of pleasure broke free from deep inside my very being as I came around his cock, with an intensity that bordered on violent, jolts upon jolts of lightning starting from my cunt and running through every single part of me. In that moment, my nails clawed his chest viciously, actively etching marks on his skin - the force of my orgasm had me losing control of my human disguise for a brief moment, and my demonic form shone through right in front of the pastor’s eyes.

Yet he didn’t flinch from the pain or shout at the new sight. Gritting his teeth and emitting a shuddering grunt from behind them, he bucked upwards a few more erratic times before spilling fully inside of me, streams upon streams of his seed filling me up completely, seeming endless. I didn’t even have time to enjoy the brutal surge of energy that washed over me from taking in his life energy; my whole body was already too busy spasming from pleasure, and my mind couldn’t be informed of anything else, having short-circuited completely.

When I eventually came down from the orgasm that ravaged my entire system, I was finally left to deal with the second shock: The psychological. And that’s when the world stopped spinning. The part of Hell inside of me froze.

There was absolutely no way.

I hadn’t told the pastor my real name, and it was a deliberate decision, but it meant more than just any chick on a one-night stand who doesn’t want to see the guy again. For demons, our name is legitimate business. Knowing a demon’s real name means having power over them, and we don’t, under any circumstances, want another being to have that kind of hold on us; it usually means complete destruction. Most humans don't know about this, but we still avoid telling them the real thing, because they can use that power even without knowing of it.

And yet here Craig was, knowing that information and using it like it was nothing. Looking at him again, my eyes went wide as I took in his features - his lips were twisted in a wide, sadistic smirk, the most expression I had seen him sport all night. That smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, which probably made the whole thing even scarier.

Every single bit of that fucking smile was legitimate. He knew.

“How do you…” There was no recognizing my voice with how weak it was as the words left my mouth. A sense of urgency made my heart race, my wide eyes denouncing the terror that shook my body. More than anything, I had to interrogate Craig: Force the information I needed out of him, then end his life in a torturous manner for even daring to say my name with that filthy human mouth of his.

Yet I found myself unable to even move, let alone speak. The questions I needed to ask never made their way to my vocal chords. I couldn’t ever have imagined that a simple church guy from a small town would manage what literally no other man had ever gotten even close to doing - he left me speechless.

“I have my means, (Y/N),” the way he kept that deadpan tone of his while my name rolled off of his lips once more made me shudder completely, “I don’t usually see your kind around here, though.”

“Wha-what are you talking about, priest?” I finally found it in me to roar, my face contorting in fury - though my speech still stuttered at the beginning, a tiny faltering that basically made the whole thing pointless.

“Pastor.”

His dry and almost ironic correction only fueled my anger. “Like I fucking care! Who do you think you are, you idiotic male?” 

My nails shifted into my demonic form’s claws and I tried to swipe at his face with them, but he immediately grabbed my wrist, stopping it in midair like nothing had happened. “I told you already. I’m Craig Tucker. But I guess low-levels like you need help understanding.”

The next second was a blur. With incredible speed and strength, Craig pushed me onto my back, freeing himself from under me and shoving my legs wide open as he settled between them, placing his hands over my chest and pinning me down with such inhuman strength I was sure he could crack my ribcage right open if he really wanted to. But, judging from how he stared down at me, his intentions were different - and honestly, considering what he had become, I might’ve been in less danger if he just ripped my skin open.

The man - or rather, the entity - above me wasn’t the pastor anymore. His pupils had shifted into mere slits and his once hazel eyes now blazed a vibrant red; looking straight into them, I swore I could see all the nine circles of my birthplace in their entirety, the screams of the tortured souls echoing in my brain just like they would if I was physically all the way down there. Wide coriaceous wings spread from his back, the thick and rough onyx-colored skin that covered them sporting a slight bluish hue, barely noticeable. Of similar color were the goat-type horns that now protruded from his forehead, their bases slightly covered by his shaggy bangs. A long, pointy tail swished dangerously behind him, before twisting itself around my ankles, trapping them together.

He wasn’t an incubus. Wouldn’t have been able to overpower me so easily if he was - strength through us sex demons is measured by the power we steal from a human’s life energy rather than the biological sex our vessels embody. And he could do all that after being stripped of his energy while I was supposed to be at my prime from the best feeding of my life.

No. ‘Craig Tucker’ was something much above me, more ancient even, a being who manifested Sin itself in a way I never could. And that same being knew my true name. He had the ability to do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.

Hovering over me now was the silver cross chain, like a hypnotizing pendulum, about to bring me into something I could never snap away from.

“You got what you came for, demoness. Now, it’s my turn.”

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[drewsephrry]

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[mccormickgf]

Hiiii, can u do a craig tucker with a baby fever/breeding kink x fem reader?? It would give me so much life cause i been reading the same fanfics of him over and over 😭, thank you so much if you do it

need to breed : craig tucker

warnings: nsfw (18+), fem and afab reader, breeding, p-in-v sex, pregnancy mentions, overstimulation, feral craig tbh

notes: i was just gonna write the smut part, but i love craig sm and wanted to write more 😭 also i haven’t written smut in months so i apologize if i’m rusty <3

“we should have a kid.”

you nearly choke on your own spit at your husband’s forwardness. craig’s always been very blunt in what he says about things or others. but when it comes to the things he wants, he’s a little less vocal. so hearing a suggestion, especially like the one he said, threw you for a loop.

“you- you want to get me pregnant?” you questioned, disbelief in your tone, “and have a baby?”

“that’s usually the order it goes in, yeah.”

you roll your eyes at his sass, but you don’t comment on it. instead, you question him. “whatever, whatever,” you said, “but what’s making you want this now?”

even before you and craig got married, you two talked about having kids one day. it was something both of you wanted in the future. but you weren’t expecting the conversation to happen in the near future.

craig pushes off the doorframe, walking his body to his side of the bed. you watch him curiously as his eyes trail down your body— only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a thin tank top.

“clyde keeps sending me pictures of he and his wife’s new baby,” craig explained, “it— i guess it just makes me wonder what our baby would look like. and we have the funds to stay afloat, even with one.”

you smile lightly at him. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. maybe it’d have craig’s jet black hair and your eyes, or your hair and craig’s eyes and nose. when you thought about his strong arms holding onto a little chubby baby— your heart soared.

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “let’s try.”

a broken sob falls past your lips as craig thrusts inside of you for the umpteenth time. you don’t know how long you’ve been there, laying on your back on the mattress with your legs folded to your shoulders, but you know you’ve been there long enough for craig to fuck three loads into your sopping cunt. or was it four? you could barely remember your own name, let alone how many times you’ve both cum.

“craig— oh god! it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you cried out. craig’s thrusts were furiously fast, yet accurate enough to hit that one spot that made you see stars over and over again.

“you can take it— fuck!” craig groaned, “gotta make sure you get pregnant, right?”

a shaky moan falls past your lips as you bite the bottom one, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice.

normally, craig is a slow-fucker. not necessarily overly slow in pace, but in how he takes his time to pleasure you fully. but this? this is a whole new thing for you and him. it’s like a switch got flipped inside his brain, and everything else was shut off except for his need to breed you.

craig’s cock continued to move in and out of you at an animalistic pace. your pussy was beyond spent, leaking a mix of his cum (that he hasn’t already fucked back into you) and yours onto the bedsheets. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed at the mess beneath you and the sound of it being fucked back into you.

“gonna fill you up with my babies, make you a mama,” craig continued to ramble, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? get you all, shit— nice and pregnant.”

your cunt involuntarily squeezed around his cock at his words, a pornographic moan escaping you. craig lightly chuckled, “oh, so you do like it. i just felt your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

your face burns, but there’s very little chance for embarrassment as you feel another orgasm building up, a heat in your tummy. frantic moans and whines escape you, the pleasure bordering on painful from how many times you’ve cum.

“god, fuck!” you cried, “craig, ‘m gonna cum!” tears of pleasure escape your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

with one hand, craig reaches down and runs firm yet rhythmic circles on your clit, making you gasp. with the other, he grabs onto your hand, pressing it to his lips.

“you gonna cum with me, honey?” he said, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm, “i’m gonna— gonna fill you up again, k? to make sure you have my baby.”

pleas leave your lips as you grip craig’s hand, throwing your head back as the heat in your stomach finally releases with a final loud moan. craig quickly follows, groaning as his load fills your pussy.

craig stays inside of you as his forehead falls against yours, both of your chests moving up and down in sync. you feel beyond spent, your legs numb from holding them up for so long.

but before you can say anything, craig leans up slightly so he can look in your eyes. “got one more in ya, honey? i wanna make sure i get you pregnant on the first try.”

[kenlvry]

LISTEN TO ME RN HEAT ME TF OUT STANS GANG + CRAIG DOIGN THE LIPSTICK TREND FROM TICTOK WITH READER

the lipstick trend with stan and craigs team

an, I AM LISTENLING ANON DONT WORRY. no idea what you mean by heat out though 🤨 , 17-18 and gn reader but use of her in tolkiens

kenny

he was the one who suggested it, it came across his fyp one day and he sent it to you "lets do this come over rn." "you asked, why dont you come to my house? 🤨" "why don't i cum in your mom" "HUH 😧" "im here."

you both definitely argue on what lipstick you should wear "okay but i don't even use pink lipstick" "well you should" "its light colour its not gonna appear" "well fuck 😒"

the process of kissing his face is wild, he would suggest to do his lips as the first place "KENNY HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS TREND IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME" "ITS NOT MY FAULT"

after like2 hours you finally get the lipstick on his face. now the tiktok was even harder he wouldn't stop laughing. you'd give up and he apologises while laughing

thank god you guys were able to finish it under 1 hour it turned out really good, at the end of the video he kissed you and you wanted to cut that part but he said keep it for like and its true the comments were all about the kiss on the last clip

kyle

okay he too wanted to ask you first but he was kinda shy and waited for you to ask and you did!! woohoo for kyle

"kyle wanna do this" "OKAY" he insists on picking your lipstick and picks the ugliest colour like what 😐

to him there was no such thing as an ugly colour buy it didn't suit your face so no way.

the process of it was calm, he at first wanted to put on the lipstick for you but you looked like a clown has mans never put on lipstick??

he watches you as you kiss him and reapply lipstick and then kiss him again, he feels like a princess fr 🤭🤭

he hasn't seen his face yet so when you record and he saw his face he laughs out loud, "LMAO WHY DO I LIKE THAT??" "WDYM"

you would tell him to take off his hat which he refuses but you looked too cute, when it posted cartman was first to comment and you can already tell what he commented "ew gay" your followers defended you two though 🤭

stan

stan blushes internally when you ask him. "sure im down" DEEP DOWN HE WANTS KIDNAP YOY AND KEEP YOU TO HIMSELF

"what lipstick do you think matches me best, pink or red?" "id say my tip colour" "WHAT 😧"

he has to hold in the very urge to puke every time you kiss him because like you look so cute omg.

he looks in the mirror and is js like "damn, i did it". HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH YOU CAN TELL HE'S BLUSHING ONGG ‼️

he even directs you like "do here next, okay now here" its so cute 🤭🤭

when you record and the camera pans to him, he smiles and covers his face blushing bc he can't contain it. it was such a cute video and got iver 2 mil likes. cartman definitely commented "i bet you had to change your clothes 10 times"

cartman

"cartman lets do this" "what." "wdym? cmon its cute" "y/n no offense but that is the most gayest shit i've ever seen" " NO ITS NOT UTS CUTE" "my reputation is at stake if i do that be so for real" "okay I'm asking kyle then" "lets do it."

he actually been wanting to ask you for weeks now but doesn't know how so winwin. you take your absolute time picking your lipstick and he couldn't be more done with "hurry up this doesn't even effect anything" "shut up cartman if i use the right one people will ask what lipstick it is and i get views"

picking a lipstick was already a big deal just imagine the process "ew gay not on my lips" "cartman 😐" tbh he wish he could just make out with you rn but yk how mans is

now recording is even more a hassle "JUST SMILE IS IT SO HARD TO CRACK A SMILE" "NOT WHILE IM LOOKING LIKE THIS" the most he does is wipes your lipstick off and then he just gives a 🙄 look until the end of the video

the comments are just him getting teased at clydes commenting "NAHHH CAN'T BELIEVE HE AGREED TO THIS" kyles is "i can tell that this took a long time" and then wendys is "is that cartman or a clone of him". cartman is pissed af at the comment, he told you his reputation is at stake 😒.

he actually has it saved downloaded and also is his live wallpaper sooo.

butters

butters is the one who asked you this " um y/n can we do this? 😣" while twiddling his fingers, "OKAY"

he's all giddy and smily during the process, after every kiss his blushes intensifies and by the end of it he is just.. 🔴

even though it is the most simplest video ever he has to have a tutorial, he is asking questions for everything man, how do i wipe the lipstick, what do i do, do i smile when its on me , do i laugh??

you tell him what he thinks he should he and he starts kissing you bc rn the sexual tension between you two is intense (to him atleast, he thinks thinks hand holding is already intense)

everyone comments on how cute he is and yk how tiktok is so people comment "does he whimper" "submissive who?" and hes likw WHATTTTT 🧍

clyde

when you suggested this he nodded so hard his head probably was about to fall off. "clyde you wanna do this" "DO I???" ..... "well.. do you?" "i mean yeah it's like a way of- yes i wanna do it"

he loves any lipstick you wear so he lets you pick. after every kiss he looks in the mirror and kicks his feet giggling and you just stand there 🤨

he also tries to make it a makeout session like kenny, when you kissed on his lips he holds your neck and literally makes out with like cnon we have 9 more

when you first hit record and yk how the guy has to wipe your lipstick off, nah he grabbed you by the chin and slams his lips with yours "WHY DIS YOU DO THAT??" "its called content,you wouldn't know with your 9 likes and 70 views"

well you kept the clip and everyone in the comments were talking about it "need a boyfriend like you y/n" "why can't my boyfriend be like this" clyde is obviously gloating bc he had the idea.

tolkien

most romantic man you know, is the first to ask you. "y/n can we do this?" "OKAY BOO 😝"

"hmm which lipstick do you think babe?" "i think every lipstick makes you pretty, it doesn't matter if it doesn't suit you because in my eyes you look beautiful in anything ☺️" "what if i wore kim kardashians 2013 met gala dress" "might have to rethink what i said"

he smiles while you kiss him here and there, every once a while he kisses you back, it was such a cute moment for you two😝🤞🤞

when recording he looks at you while smiling during the whole video and it blew up fast because of that

"the way he looks at her" "wishing he was like this" "you got the bag that man is inlove", it blew in seconds fr

craig

"craig lets do-" "okay" "i didnt even ask you yet" "I'll do anything if its with you" "what if i asked you to have a threesome" ".....if its makes you happy idk.."

idk about you but i think he acts like he doesn't care but inside he is so happy you asked he's been wanting to ask you this but doesn't know how to start up the convo

he doesn't care what lipstick or where you kiss him, its just the way you press your lips on him and look at it then quickly reapply to do it again because it wasn't pigmented enough.

when recorded, he doesn't just wipe he makes you turn to face him by grabbing your chin, and he doesn't let go and just looks at you with those yk siren eyes.

people are simping over him ong "damn girlie share for us" "you mean OUR boyfriend" "tryna find someone as hot as him" and you are pissed fr he laughs at you cursing out the people, like bae dw my eyes only fo you 😝🤞

tweek

"tweek, wanna do this?" "but what if I can't remove the lipstick stain" "tweek what dw i have makeup remover" "WHAT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK 🤯🤯" "TWEEK"

okay so the lipstick may turn out ugly bc of how shaky he is but ITS OKAY BC ITS TWEEK DUH, "a-are you sure you dont want to redo this?" "tweek its fine"

he insists on redoing it the 2nd try turns our worse because he's even more twitchy because of how close you are☺️☺️☺️

his face is just red because he keeps wiping it off with his hands so you can redo it and its obvious too

recording it was so funny because you can't stop laughing at the smudge lipsticks

when posted the comments were so cute but... uh questionable some were "the way the smudges are so obvious 😭😭❤️" or "wishing my future relationship will be like this 🤭" and some were just "tip colour when?? 😜"

[jewbeloved]

What it feels like to live with them in one big house 😭 ❤️💖😖

Featuring: Team Stan and CATG

Warning: Absolute chaos (It's ficking south park)

Gender: Neutral

💙💚 The Main Four ❤️🧡

💙❤️ Craig and Those guys 💜💛

Oh my goodness, you'd be praying to god at this point If you expect there will be any peace in this house.

Your parents decided it would be a fun idea to have you all live in a big house together temporarily.

You will often wake up to Kyle and Cartman arguing and Cartman trying to get you on his side when Kyle is trying to prove him wrong about something.

Flour and batter everywhere when you walk into the kitchen and see Craig and Tweek making cupcakes, but Tweek freaking out that there isn't going to be enough for everyone and Craig constantly trying to calm him down.

If you want any peace, you might as well hope to go to Stan, Tolkien, Kenny, or Clyde..and maybe Jimmy if you're in the mood of hearing his jokes.

Stan would probably vent about his dad's shenanigans or him and Wendy's relationship and if you aren't in the mood of hearing allat go to somebody else then.

It's not very surprising that you and Tolkien have a great time spending time with each other because you both do your own things or play games.

Not everyday is absolute chaos though. sometimes you and everyone else actually get to have fun with each other with nobody arguing, fighting, etc. But there's no guarantee that peace will last long because Cartman is sure to start something like he always does.

Just give him that one death glare that Wendy gave to him when she fought him on the playground and Cartman will shut up.

When the days of living with them in one big house are over, you can't help but think what it would be like to have the parents living in one big house together but they aren't allowed to leave for 3 weeks.

This can be seen in romantic or platonic.

[dollyyss]

stop stop bc bc bc bc um um um.

maybe u should do hpw craigs gang kisses you. maybe

~🍋

Because I love you, and I was thinking of Craig and remembered I had this in my inbox.

Also I promise I’ll get requests done I post once or twice sometimes Daily so I do what I can! But please feel free to bring requests in!!

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𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜, 𝘾𝙡𝙮𝙙𝙚, 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮, 𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not really aware of any, if there is please let me know!

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

Craig ⊹★🔭๋࣭ ⋆｡˚

Craig leans into the kiss, he subtly brushes his thumb against the back of your hand, creating a tender connection beyond the physical act of kissing. It adds a sweet and personalized touch to the moment, expressing his deeper connection without saying it. one he just doesn’t do far too often.

-His kisses tend to be quick. Just pecks to your lips or the sides of your cheeks.

-I think there’s a part of him that’s a bit.. afraid to fully go in for it? He doesn’t want to kiss you just to kiss you, he wants to kiss you to.. explore that whole side of his love for you. But he doesn’t want to overdue it.

-Though.. when he does go in for it, his hands are holding onto you for dear life, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away from him. He becomes more confident in himself, pressing himself against you, his nose a bit squished against you.. your like some drug he can’t stop. Filling him with a buzz he can’t come down from. When like this he occasionally bites at your bottom lip, softly pulling when he stops the kiss.

- Never a huge one to do it outside ever or in public, and if he does they aren’t on the lips. They’re on the top of your head, quick swift kisses.

-He’s the same when not in public as well, except he’s more then okay with giving you them when you both are alone. So it’ll tend to happen more often then.

Clyde

In the quiet intimacy of a moonlit night, Clyde’s letterman Jacket had been hung on your shoulders, eyes wandering as he leaned in, his eyes locking onto yours. The air hummed with unspoken words as his lips met yours, creating an overwhelming feeling of the weight of a thousand untold stories in that stolen kiss. “You taste good.” With a soft shove he let out a blissful laugh, “Clyde you are so stupid.”

“Stupid enough for you to kiss again?”

- he’s quite the kisser. Will take any god damn kiss he’ll get. I’m telling you he’ll pout like a mother fucker if he doesn’t get it. He thinks your lips are so fucking sweet, so addicting.

-his normal kisses are always on your lips. Yes occasionally he’ll kiss elsewhere but he loves how soft your lips are, how they fit so perfectly with his. If he could kiss you a million times he would, never wanting to pull away.

-Clyde is completely okay with PDA. So kisses in public? 100%. He wants everyone to know you’re his. His arm will be hung around your shoulder whilst he talks to one of his friends. He’ll press a kiss to the side of your head every now and then, sometimes pulling your chin to look up at him and placing a kiss to your lips.

- He can be needy. When things are heated there’s no getting Clyde Donovan off of you. He’s pushing you back against his bed, lips locked while his hands roam underneath your shirt with curiosity. He won’t stop for air, I’m telling you. He’s desperate for you.

Jimmy

With an unexpected twist of humor, Jimmy seized the moment, pulling you into a spontaneous dance of laughter. Amidst giggles, he planted a playful, yet surprisingly genuine kiss, turning a lighthearted exchange into a memory where joy and affection collided in a delightful, whimsical symphony

- Oh Jimmy. That sweet sweet boy. He loves you tremendously. He likes to kiss you wherever! But his personal favourite is your nose. He loves whenever he makes a joke.. you laugh so hard your nose turns pink. He can’t help himself but plant a kiss to it, making you giggle even more.

- he’s okay with kissing in public, but he’s more then happy to share these moments at home. Though,, if you ever have a really shitty day at school, you have a panic attack.. anything. Text him. He’s immediately getting up from his seat and coming to your aid. Once he finds you, his crutches are against the wall and he’s sliding down the wall to sit, ushering you over to sit between his legs. Your face is littered in kisses, occasionally your lips.

- When moments become more intimate they tend to be a bit silly, his lips move at such a sloppy rate, his hairs a mess. Occasionally your teeth clink against his braces and he can’t help but laugh with you before diving back in. He’s gentle, but also likes to get what he wants so he does put quite a bit of force to it.

-he can be a goofy kisser…. He once puckered his lips for you to give him one.. just for him to blow a raspberry and piss himself laughing at your face..

Tolkien

In the soft ambiance of a candlelit evening, he held out his hand, a silent invitation to a dance that transcended mere steps. With a courteous smile, he led you through the waltz of shared glances and whispered conversations. Finally, in a moment of undeniable sincerity, he pressed a gentle kiss upon your hand, leaving an indelible mark on your pumping heart.

- stop because he’s so god damn loving. We know Tolkien to be quite the gentleman, he’s constantly kissing at your knuckles, your hands and up your arms. He’s like Clyde, he just can’t seem to keep his lips off of you. It doesn’t matter where.

-you’re sitting on his lap while his lips dance over your chin and jaw, sitting beside him class? He’s gripping your hand and placing a gentle kiss to it, crying? He’s kissing those tears away. You took a nap on his bed, he’s finding his way over and placing a kiss to your head and tucking you in.

-he’s more then okay with it in public. You don’t have to ask him please, he’s delighted to have your lips on him, he wants to show people he’s happy in his relationship.

-He’s quite good at it, he knows when to be rough, when to be soft, when to pull away to leave you wanting more.. and he uses this so often to tease you whilst your body sits on his lap facing him, a chuckle escaping his lips before he kisses your neck..

Tweak

Amidst the whirlwind of nervous thoughts, he took a deep breath, his anxious gaze meeting your understanding ones. In that vulnerable moment, he mustered the courage to bridge the gap, and as your lips met, a quiet reassurance unfolded—a kiss that spoke of shared vulnerabilities and the solace found in each other's presence.

-He’s so scared to do it wrong. He’s so scared to push forwards, to place his hands literally anywhere. What if you didn’t like it? What if you didn’t want his kiss? “Tweak my love, right here..” he melts when you place your hands on his to guide him. Once you’ve done it, he’s confident enough to place shaky lips on yours.

-He likes kissing your jaw, and lips. Your jaw being because he enjoys being able to hide his away, peppering kisses to your jaw while he takes in the scent of your hair. It’s soothing to him. And your lips because they’re so warm. If he’s ever just not able to calm himself he’s looking for you immediately to press his lips to yours, soon hiding his face and littering kisses all along your jaw.

-He’s typically not the one to act out on kissing in public but if you do it to him he doesn’t mind it. Just try not to in a group of people, not that he’s embarrassed of you but more embarrassed that people could stare at what he believes is a sweet intimate moment.

- hi. He’s whiny when he kisses. Because I said so. He doesn’t like when you pull back, he grips your shirt muttering out a shaky whine and almost begging you for you to come back. His eyes are half lidded, lips quivering while his hands find anyway to bring you closer. “No! You can’t just.. pull away from me like that, agh! I need you..”

- Needy. Whiny kisser. I love him.

[iliketangerines]

jealous fox

a/n: art by @inienil and also the fic is for her as well because she got me into fall out

pairing: vulpes inculta x gn!reader x craig boone

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), boone goes down down down on reader/courier, vulpes inculta, nonconsensual voyeurism/exhibitionism bc vulpes is always watching, some overstimulation, some repressed feelings, the whole shebang yk

Vulpes watches as you and Boone set up camp for the night, unbeknownst to the legionnaire tracking you through the desert

he didn’t quite understand why his Caesar had thought of you so important, especially traveling with the profligate Boone: NCR scum who stood against everything that Vulpes fought for

Boone was nothing more than a degenerate, deserving of the cross and to lay his sins in front of the burning sun, but if Caesar deemed you worthy enough of Vulpes attention, then Vulpes would listen and follow

settling down into the dirt and dust of the cracked earth, Vulpes set up his own small quarters, just enough so that he would not be covered in filth when the morning came

he adjusted his hood so that he could peek at the two of you over the rocks he hid behind and so that Boone would not spot and shoot him

nothing in particular happened in the next hour, you chattering useless drivel as Boone listened in his quiet, and Vulpes let the soft breeze carry your voices down to him

as the night set in, the moon cooling the earth and bringing about the noise of the dark, you seemed to settle down as well, only the crackling fire and the sound of clinking bottles filled the air

Vulpes kept watch as Boone cleaned his weapon methodically, practiced hands sliding over the metal with ease, and he flicked his eyes over to you as well, blinking as he saw that you watched Boone’s hands with rapt attention

in the chittering of the night, Vulpes could not hear your conversation but he could see Boone’s lips moving as the sniper glanced toward you and he could see you flinch and then raise your hand to rub the back of your neck in embarrassment

you move your head to the side and then mumble something before taking another sip of your drink, and Boone goes back to his gun, wiping it of its gunpowder and grease

in the next few minutes, your gaze drifts back to Boone’s hands, and Vulpes watches as you lose all interest in your drink, opting to instead lick your lips as you stare

your eyes flick back up to Boone, finding him staring right back at you, but this time you do not look away

Boone clenches hard onto his gun as he stares at you, his lips moving and Vulpes squints, trying to decipher the words

he still cannot hear and can only watch the silent conversation as you say something back, and Vulpes watches as your grip tightens on the drink in your hand

and then Boone raises his hand to cup your cheek, his lips moving once more almost as if asking a question, and you nod

Boone leans forward, kissing you, and you drop the drink in your hand, letting it fall to the ground and spill its contents onto the ground as you move one hand to cup the back of Boone’s neck and move the other to clutch onto Boone’s shoulder

Vulpes clenches his jaw and feels something clench onto his heart as he watches the two of you kiss and claw at each other like wild monsters

Caesar was wrong to be interested in you

indulging in the worldly pleasures of life that did nothing to further your goal was the trait of a degenerate, someone who deserved punishment and death

you acted like a profligate worthy of the cross, and yet Caesar, the son of Mars, still purported that you had great value in spreading the word of the Legion

Vulpes thought that you would be better in the Gomorrah, or perhaps you would be better as his personal whore, his pet, his prize after all he has done for his Caesar

he watches, a sneer on his face, as you fall onto your back, Boone covering the length of your body with his, and he moves his knee against your crotch

a sinful sound leaves you, one that even Vulpes can hear from his distance, and he lets out a breath, something inside of him trembling as he hears you let out more of those noises as Boone lets you grind against his leg

you move your lips from Boone’s to instead bury your face into his neck instead, and Boone lets you hide your face as he grinds his knee into you

a loud punched-out whine leaves you, one that even muffled grinds into Vulpes ears and sends a jolt from his chest down to his stomach

Vulpes could feel the stirrings of his cock inside of his skirt, and he curses at himself, clenching his fist so hard that his nails cut into his palm

it was not his fault, it was because of you, your degeneracy, your filthy sounds sending him further and further into the pleasures of a profligate

he grits his teeth and watches as you let your head flop down onto the floor, almost as if exhausted, and Boone croons at you, his lips dipping down to the nape of your neck

you squirm underneath the man, and he simply continues his assault upon your neck as one hand easily undoes the belts on your pants and then slips one underneath

Vulpes watches as you jolt underneath the touch, openly moaning into the air as your hands scrabble at the Boone’s shoulders

this was filthy, disgusting, a plunge into sin and an indulgence of pleasure and yet Vulpes could not stop watching, could only feel his own cock rise and ache for touch

it was not fault, it was not his fault, Vulpes repeated the mantra to himself as he reached into his skirt and wrapped his hand around the length of himself

he bit his lip to stop the sound that threatened to escape him as he pumped his hand up and down, his eyes never leaving your trembling body as Boone brought you to another high

you let out another sound and then fall limp onto the floor, almost tired, and Boone presses another kiss to your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck

although Vulpes cannot tell for sure what Boone does, he can see how you shake and flinch underneath the ministrations, and he can see Boone take his hat off and then shove it into your mouth to gag you

even through your makeshift gag, Vulpes can still hear your moan, and he lets out a gasp as he rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock, biting his lip when he’s realized his error

you can’t be human to have this hold over him, he was loyal to Caesar, to never indulge in personal pleasures for the sake of pleasure

perhaps you were some sort of heavenly being meant to test him, to test his resolve and his loyalty to the Legion, maybe you had held magic and cast a spell when you had first met him

Vulpes lets out a stuttering breath as he watches Boone jerk your pants down and then pull them off before letting your thighs settle onto his shoulders

one of your arms press over your eyes as if you were embarrassed, and your other hand grips onto his beret to press further into your mouth in a futile attempt to muffle your sounds

it doesn’t matter because Boone presses his head in between your legs, his arms wrapping over your thighs to pull you in closer to him, and you only whine louder

Vulpes can’t turn his eyes away, not when you tremble so…deliciously

he should look away, should sneer at the both of you, should leave and report that you are unfit to Caesar, should kill Boone and take you prisoner during your vulnerability

and yet all he does is grip onto his own cock tighter, suppressing a hiss as he watches you buck your hips into Boone’s mouth

he can feel his mouth go dry as you shake and and tremble and fall apart so easily underneath Boone

it seemed almost unreal, an illusion, the great courier, strong and unyielding, able to fight off ghouls and beasts with ease now trembling and falling apart with something so simple

Vulpes simply watches as Boone seems to lose himself in between your legs, even as you start to whine and whimper and even as tears start to drip your face

he can’t help but think you look so pretty crying and helpless as Boone ignores your pleas that it’s too much

he can’t help but think that you would look prettier if he was the one in between your legs and making you cry all those tears

his hand pumps faster around his cock as he imagines it was him there, that you were making all those sounds for him, that you were crying tears of pleasure because of him and not Boone

snapping his eyes back open, he focuses his gaze back on you as you shake and whine out Boone’s name in a hoarse voice

Boone murmurs something, Vulpes can’t hear it and something aches inside of him when you smile, earnestly smile up at Boone

not one of lust nor politeness nor pride

it’s something different, and Vulpes feels frustration claw at his stomach as you and Boone kiss so tenderly

not like before when you and Boone had been so desperate to touch each other, this time it is more tender, softer, gentler

Vulpes grits his teeth, watching as you rake your nails down Boone’s back through his shirt, watching as Boone takes off the rest of his pants, leaving him in only his shirt

it should look ridiculous, the both of you only half-undressed, and he should attack you both when the both of you are vulnerable

your weapons are scattered in the sand away from you two, his weapon sits right next to his hip, ready to be drawn and slay the both of you

he does nothing but bite his lip and grip onto his cock tighter as he watches Boone push himself into you while the two of you groan in unison, and he continues to watch as Boone rocks in and out of you, his pace speeding up until it’s the filthy sound of his hips slapping against yours

Boone groans quietly, only heard by Vulpes through the breeze, and you whine pitifully, your nails scratching at Boone’s back and your legs wrapped tight around Boone’s waist

even from Vulpe’s spot far from you, he can still hear the filthy squelch of Boone’s cock thrusting into you, and Vulpes wants to shoot Boone down right where he stands

it should be Vulpes there, fucking you into oblivion, not an NCR degenerate

Boone doesn’t deserve to hear all your sweet moans, every filthy pathetic sound that spills from your lips as you slowly start chanting Boone’s name like a prayer

Boone doesn’t deserve to kiss and bite at your neck, feeling your skin against his as your nails drag along his back

Boone doesn’t deserve you

Vulpes lets out a small grunt as you cry out Boone’s name, the NCR profligate groaning out your name as well as his hips slow down and finally come to stop, his cock buried deep inside out of you as he lets you ride out your high

you shake and tremble in Boone’s hold as he lifts his head up to kiss you, and Vulpes feel the last of his seed spill out onto his hands, wasted on the dry earth

it’s disgusting, Vulpes shouldn’t have to be watching you two from a distance, he should be fucking you full of his cum right now, to claim you as his

he wants to hold you down and bite your neck as you moan out his name and beg him to cum

he wants to hear you beg and beg and cry for him as he denies you what you so desperately crave

he wants to feel you fall apart and tremble and shake and gasp all because of him

he wants-

he wants to kiss you and have you look at him the same way you looked at Boone

the sound of rustling fabric brings Vulpes out of his trance, and he watches as the NCR profligate slowly slips out of you, a small whine escaping your lips at the action, and grabs a towel and his water canister from his bag

slowly, Boone cleans you of the dust and grime from the day and from fucking you against the dirt, and you seem grateful, relaxing and swaying slightly and leaning into Boone

Vulpes can feel his jaw becoming sore with how hard he clenches it, and he puts his forehead up against the rock to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths

it doesn’t matter that Boone has you right now

in due time, you would be Vulpes’s, he would make sure of it

you would join the Legion, you would be his, and he would pleasure you greater than any NCR degenerate every could

yes, you would see the error of your ways, and you would be his

he would be the one to make you cry, the one to make you shake, the one to make you moan as you reach your release

he would be the one to…

to kiss you so gently, to clean you up afterwards, to wrap his arms around your body as the both of you bathe in the afterglow and drift off into sleep

Vulpes looks up from his post one last time, engraving the memory of you sleeping peacefully into his mind, before cleaning himself up and laying down to sleep for the night

he would continue following you, he would go back to Caesar and give his report, and then, he would have you

forever

[hunnysnoops]

Main Three + Craig with morbid/odd reader

“I want love to change my friends to enemies and tell me how it’s all my fault.”

Stan:

He lets you draw on him but instead of doodling you take a black marker and start to meticulously draw dotted lines and arrows like you’re a surgeon prepping him for cosmetic surgery.

While helping him with farm chores you go into detail about how you can compost and break down a corpse in soil, he just kinda nods along.

You give him tarot readings every week. He thought they were fake and just did it to entertain you until his week played out exactly like you said it would. When he realized he just froze up and went non verbal.

Stan- “Hey, do you have any spells to curse my dad?”

Met him when he was in his goth era.

The two of you were having a moment in the rain when you told him that he should’ve worn shoes with rubber soles in case he gets struck by lightning.

You started writing his eulogy when you were laying in bed together, bro was trying not to freak out. Just spam texted Kyle.

You’re date idea is taking him to an abandoned house.

You guys bonded over music. Now you help him write songs since you’re so used to writing poetry.

Reader- “You’re into music?”

Stan- “Yeah, I guess so.”

Reader- “Have you heard Carnival of the Animals, R. 125: Aquarium composed by Camille Saint-Saëns and performed by Philippe Entremont, Gaby Casadesus, and Yo-Yo Ma?”

Stan- “Can’t say I have.”

Kyle:

Has veiny arms so when the two of you are just chilling you’ll put your finger on one of the veins and start talking about what would happen if you severed it. He’s lowkey interested from a scientific standpoint.

You’ll straddle his hips and pull his lips back to look at his teeth, poking around in his mouth like a dentist. You’re inches apart.

Reader- “Wow, you have beautiful teeth.”

Kyle- “Thank you?”

He’s kinda fascinated by you but also repulsed by some of the things you do/say.

He came to your house and you were butchering your own meat, left right away.

You listen to The Cure together.

When you climb trees to look for birds and squirrels he’ll climb too to help you.

Will get mad annoyed after listening to you say incredibly out of pocket things while he’s trying to focus on something.

He’ll buy you little knickknacks that remind him of you.

Before he got to know you, he talked mad shit.

Sometimes gets super freaked out by your behaviour, you straight up give him the heebie-jeebies.

Reader- “So this is my collection of human teeth.”

Kyle- “All of those are yours, right?”

Reader- “Actually, none of them are mine.” 😁

Kyle- 😨

Kenny:

Sits through horror movies and weird foreign films with you. He didn’t like it at first but he came around and started sourcing out movies he’d think you like.

You took him to a Wicca ceremony and he had the time of his life.

You taught him how to make flower crowns and now he makes them all the time. He likes to give them to Karen.

When he sees something off-putting or creepy he will immediately take a picture and send it to you.

Reader- “Hey, it’s raining. Do you want to go look for earth worms and build a worm colosseum?”

Kenny- “Hell yeah.”

He likes to go for walks in the forest with you, you guys will look for bugs and pick them up or make them houses of leaves and twigs.

He’ll help you wash the skulls/bones you find.

Never really minded that you were weird, he approached you first because he thought you were hot.

He loves when you play with his hair and tie little braids into it.

You guys tried to recreate The Blair Witch Project but failed miserably when you actually got lost in the woods.

You’ll meet up at the graveyard and just sit in the grass while you talk about ghosts and ghouls. Sometimes you’ll walk around and stop at a specific grave and guess how they died.

Reader- “Would you rather be in Cannibal Holocaust or The Poughkeepsie Tapes?”

Kenny- “Erm, I gotta pick The Poughkeepsie Tapes.”

Craig:

Generally goes along with whatever you want to do.

Reader- “Can we go down to the riverbank to pickup fish heads and then eat out their eyes?”

Craig- “Yeah, sure.”

He’ll just watch you roll around in the mud or set little twig piles on fire, he won’t join in but he also won’t interfere.

You’ll talk to Stripe, not in the baby voice that people usually use to talk to animals but your tone will be dead serious like you’re talking to a grown adult.

The two of you will watch true crime documentaries together.

He’ll fuck up anyone who calls you weird or a freak.

When you’re out in public, you’ll point someone out and predict how they’re going to die.

There’s nothing you can do that’ll shock him, he’s unfazed by everything that you say.

Sometimes gets concerned with you around Stripe.

You’ll disappear for hours at a time and he’ll get worried, sending you a million texts then you’ll randomly show up at his door soaking wet or covered in dirt with no warning.

Craig- “Where have you been? You weren’t answering my texts.”

Reader- “I was meeting with a friend of mine who is alive.”

Craig- “Oh, that’s cool.”

Requests are open! I’m working through a couple right now. Thanks to the anon who requested this.

[southangel]

Yandere Craig NSFW and SFW?

Yandere Craig Tucker

Warnings: dark themes, NSFW, MDNi, don’t sugarcoat this irl

Notes: Sorry if this took a while! Gender-Neutral since not specified. Struggled on the NSFW, so it’s a bit shorter.

SFW

When you first start dating Craig, you can barely tell what his true nature really is.

At first you thought that it was just the way he was, but it escalated into a way that you knew wasn’t him.

Craig would always have a hand on you, doesn’t matter where.

If you try taking his hand off of you, he will tighten his grip.

He has more of a silent jealousy. It only shows once it builds up, causing him to tug your body away from whoever you’re talking to.

Craig thinks that you shouldn’t have to talk to anyone else for that long, isn’t he good enough?

He really does love you, he just has a different way of showing it.

Craig even invites you into his friend group, just to make you feel more welcome.

You can see him eyeing his other friends, watching and making sure that they don’t try interacting with you too much.

Craig can be unreadable at times. Nobody can really tell what he’s thinking, not even his own family.

He doesn’t talk to you as much unless you start the conversation.

He isn’t good at talking, so he mainly buys you gifts to show your appreciation.

You always wonder how Craig knows so much about you, even things that you’re sure you haven’t told him.

He assures you that you’ve told him these things before, yet he’s really just been stalking you way before you both got together.

Craig doesn’t love you to the point where he would worship you, yet he doesn’t expect you to worship him either.

Not the type to get really bloody, only when provoked or in cases to protect you.

That’s what he says most of the time. Craig excuses everything by saying that he just wants to “protect you”, we both know this isn’t the case..

If you ever manage to leave him, Craig would go insane.

He’ll search the whole town, even state for you.

If you die, it’ll be worse.

You dying only proves to Craig that he couldn’t protect you well enough.

He still seems emotionless, yet he will cry over you in private.

You can’t leave him though, Craig won’t let you.

The tone of his voice his threatening enough to stay with him, even without listening to the threat he spews out.

“You told me that you liked this show a month ago, don’t you remember?”

NSFW

Craig can be really rough during sex, almost enough to hurt you.

He’s very degrading as well, there isn’t a time where he really apologizes for it; makes him more dominant than you.

If you’ve ever tried escaping in the past, you’ll most likely be tied up with either rope or chains.

Will most definitely mark you. Craig doesn’t care how visible or dark it is, that just makes it better to him.

Is more on the possessive side; he’s always muttering about how you’re his at the same time that he’s busy fucking you. He can’t help it..

Doesn’t fuck you often. Craig sees it as a reward for protecting you this long, really fucked up.

Very serious when intimate, don’t start cracking jokes around him.

There are rare times where Craig can be a bit affectionate. It really just depends on how he’s feeling.

When he is, he’s a lot less rough and degrading.

As much as Craig loves marking you, sometimes he wants to be marked too.

Hickeys, bite marks, scratches; anything like this can really just get him going.

To him, it’s proof that you both belong to each other and that you’re meant to be.

“Oh my God, bite me like that again..”

[sunny-ssunset]

Choose your character!

Yandere South park x reader

dividers by pinterest

Level one!

Masterlist!

I'm so sorry i found refering to someone as a bad boy is so cringe. AGED UP

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH

"Hey! You must be new here! I'm Nichole, I've been enrolled here for about a year now, So maybe I can show you around?" She beams at you, awaiting your decision.

>Go with nichole

>Choose to go on your own

"Oh... You want to look around on you own? No I think you'll need someone like me to show you around" Nichole's smile seemed to fade a little bit.

>Go with Nichole

>go on your own

"No I really think you should come with me, come on it will try and be fun" Her attitude becomes more desperate. She tries to take your hand

>GO WITH NICHOLE

>go on your own

"I swear to fucking god Y/n L/n you will come with me right fucking now or I'll make you fuckiņ̵̵̘̲͚̺͐̉ͧ̕͟͡͝_̴̸̴̨̞̤ͦ̏͆̓̋ͅg̴̘̦̣̥ͯ͒ͥͥͬ͢͜͡ r̨̩̽͡ȩ̘͓̻̺̠̘̠̱͎̥̳̲̪͒̈́ͬͮ͒͑͌̏ͮ̈́ͥ̐̐̉͌̐̕͡͠͠͠ͅg̢̬̝͇̙͚̿ͦ̉̐̃͂̈́̃͑̏͡_̶̴̧̻̝͙̳̞͉͔͕̺͙̺̬̤̺ͤ̒̀ͣ͌ͫͫ͐͜ř̴̢̡͚̹̖͔͎̭͔͍̣̥̖͎̠̜͐͛̋͊̐͑̊̑̍̓ͩ̇͋͊͟͞͝ͅȩ̸̸̶̢̻͉̠͎̟̞͇̤̺̼͚̤̻ͧ̏̒̋̈́̔͊̉̏̂̊͡ͅͅt̷̸̢̧̢̨̢̺͎͎͇̰̰̤͍̙̭̱͕̼͕̻̞̠̭̊̔ͪ͋ͥ̎̌̃͛ͧͩͮ̂ͯ̊ͬ̕͞͞ i̵̷̶̧͖̱͇͙̙̿̀ͮ̽̂́͐̀̕͘̚ͅͅ_̛͙̩̣̏͂̆͑̽͗̒͠_ͥţ̸͍͍͓̭̗͕̯̮̻̼͕͍͔̌ͩ̃ͥ̔ͨͦ͋̏ͧ̅ͨ̎͝͠͠͝ͅ"

i dont remember putting my last name in...

>GO WITH NICHOLE.

>OR DIE

G̵̶̰̠̼̱̼̞̯̤̱͙͍̲̖̟ͨ̄ͧ͆ͫ́̿̈ͦ̆̀͘ͅƠ̵̵̧͉͚̺͖̝̝̤̦͈̲͍̗̗̩̯̄ͧ͗̄̄͛̃́́ͩ̈̽͊́̏̾̉ͣ̀̈ͤͫ͜͢͝ W̝̟̖̣̿Į̴̵̨̛͕̠̳̱͎̟̘̞̃ͦ̏͒̐ͣ̈́̽ͬͪͥ͆͂ͨͩͩͯ͘̕͢͡͠T̵̶̡͓̯͔̼̗̱͉̟͍̭͕̦̩̬̰̪͈̯͕ͣ͊̈ͨ͑ͧͣ̐̾̓ͥͣ̒̚͜͢͜͜͠͞ͅ_̠̣̏H̨̼͔̜̫̠̖̝̗͑̐̏̑ͯ̍̋̑ͦ̄ͥ̉̓̑̉̚͜͜ Ṉ̷̛̱̹̙̰̪͙̦̙̙ͫ͑̒ͬ̃͗͛ͩ͜͠_̛͓̲͇̘͔͙͕ͥ̒̆͘I̶̸̴̛̻̥̹̻͉̳̱̩̲̓́ͥ́͋͊̓̀̚͢C̴̢̢̺̲̙̱̩̗̩͓̔́̓ͪͨ̆̒̽H̴̹̀͆̅͛̈́̀͠O̵̸̷̴̢̹̘̬͉̹̲̩͎̘̭̹̙͙̼̔́̃̋̄͌̂̑̔̑̅̃̓̕͢͟͞L̷̤̞̤̟̼̮̬̝͙̅ͣͪ͊ͩ͆͆̾ͫ͡Ę̷̶̢̛̲͈̮͈̯̰̦͇̙̹̘̳̖͖̣̺͙ͨ͆ͮͩͯ͐̇͂ͪ͑̒ͩ̈́̎ͩ̕͘͢͡͞͠

G̵̶̰̠̼̱̼̞̯̤̱͙͍̲̖̟ͨ̄ͧ͆ͫ́̿̈ͦ̆̀͘ͅƠ̵̵̧͉͚̺͖̝̝̤̦͈̲͍̗̗̩̯̄ͧ͗̄̄͛̃́́ͩ̈̽͊́̏̾̉ͣ̀̈ͤͫ͜͢͝ W̝̟̖̣̿Į̴̵̨̛͕̠̳̱͎̟̘̞̃ͦ̏͒̐ͣ̈́̽ͬͪͥ͆͂ͨͩͩͯ͘̕͢͡͠T̵̶̡͓̯͔̼̗̱͉̟͍̭͕̦̩̬̰̪͈̯͕ͣ͊̈ͨ͑ͧͣ̐̾̓ͥͣ̒̚͜͢͜͜͠͞ͅ_̠̣̏H̨̼͔̜̫̠̖̝̗͑̐̏̑ͯ̍̋̑ͦ̄ͥ̉̓̑̉̚͜͜ Ṉ̷̛̱̹̙̰̪͙̦̙̙ͫ͑̒ͬ̃͗͛ͩ͜͠_̛͓̲͇̘͔͙͕ͥ̒̆͘I̶̸̴̛̻̥̹̻͉̳̱̩̲̓́ͥ́͋͊̓̀̚͢C̴̢̢̺̲̙̱̩̗̩͓̔́̓ͪͨ̆̒̽H̴̹̀͆̅͛̈́̀͠O̵̸̷̴̢̹̘̬͉̹̲̩͎̘̭̹̙͙̼̔́̃̋̄͌̂̑̔̑̅̃̓̕͢͟͞L̷̤̞̤̟̼̮̬̝͙̅ͣͪ͊ͩ͆͆̾ͫ͡Ę̷̶̢̛̲͈̮͈̯̰̦͇̙̹̘̳̖͖̣̺͙ͨ͆ͮͩͯ͐̇͂ͪ͑̒ͩ̈́̎ͩ̕͘͢͡͞͠

G̵̶̰̠̼̱̼̞̯̤̱͙͍̲̖̟ͨ̄ͧ͆ͫ́̿̈ͦ̆̀͘ͅƠ̵̵̧͉͚̺͖̝̝̤̦͈̲͍̗̗̩̯̄ͧ͗̄̄͛̃́́ͩ̈̽͊́̏̾̉ͣ̀̈ͤͫ͜͢͝ W̝̟̖̣̿Į̴̵̨̛͕̠̳̱͎̟̘̞̃ͦ̏͒̐ͣ̈́̽ͬͪͥ͆͂ͨͩͩͯ͘̕͢͡͠T̵̶̡͓̯͔̼̗̱͉̟͍̭͕̦̩̬̰̪͈̯͕ͣ͊̈ͨ͑ͧͣ̐̾̓ͥͣ̒̚͜͢͜͜͠͞ͅ_̠̣̏H̨̼͔̜̫̠̖̝̗͑̐̏̑ͯ̍̋̑ͦ̄ͥ̉̓̑̉̚͜͜ Ṉ̷̛̱̹̙̰̪͙̦̙̙ͫ͑̒ͬ̃͗͛ͩ͜͠_̛͓̲͇̘͔͙͕ͥ̒̆͘I̶̸̴̛̻̥̹̻͉̳̱̩̲̓́ͥ́͋͊̓̀̚͢C̴̢̢̺̲̙̱̩̗̩͓̔́̓ͪͨ̆̒̽H̴̹̀͆̅͛̈́̀͠O̵̸̷̴̢̹̘̬͉̹̲̩͎̘̭̹̙͙̼̔́̃̋̄͌̂̑̔̑̅̃̓̕͢͟͞L̷̤̞̤̟̼̮̬̝͙̅ͣͪ͊ͩ͆͆̾ͫ͡Ę̷̶̢̛̲͈̮͈̯̰̦͇̙̹̘̳̖͖̣̺͙ͨ͆ͮͩͯ͐̇͂ͪ͑̒ͩ̈́̎ͩ̕͘͢͡͞͠

G̵̶̰̠̼̱̼̞̯̤̱͙͍̲̖̟ͨ̄ͧ͆ͫ́̿̈ͦ̆̀͘ͅƠ̵̵̧͉͚̺͖̝̝̤̦͈̲͍̗̗̩̯̄ͧ͗̄̄͛̃́́ͩ̈̽͊́̏̾̉ͣ̀̈ͤͫ͜͢͝ W̝̟̖̣̿Į̴̵̨̛͕̠̳̱͎̟̘̞̃ͦ̏͒̐ͣ̈́̽ͬͪͥ͆͂ͨͩͩͯ͘̕͢͡͠T̵̶̡͓̯͔̼̗̱͉̟͍̭͕̦̩̬̰̪͈̯͕ͣ͊̈ͨ͑ͧͣ̐̾̓ͥͣ̒̚͜͢͜͜͠͞ͅ_̠̣̏H̨̼͔̜̫̠̖̝̗͑̐̏̑ͯ̍̋̑ͦ̄ͥ̉̓̑̉̚͜͜ Ṉ̷̛̱̹̙̰̪͙̦̙̙ͫ͑̒ͬ̃͗͛ͩ͜͠_̛͓̲͇̘͔͙͕ͥ̒̆͘I̶̸̴̛̻̥̹̻͉̳̱̩̲̓́ͥ́͋͊̓̀̚͢C̴̢̢̺̲̙̱̩̗̩͓̔́̓ͪͨ̆̒̽H̴̹̀͆̅͛̈́̀͠O̵̸̷̴̢̹̘̬͉̹̲̩͎̘̭̹̙͙̼̔́̃̋̄͌̂̑̔̑̅̃̓̕͢͟͞L̷̤̞̤̟̼̮̬̝͙̅ͣͪ͊ͩ͆͆̾ͫ͡Ę̷̶̢̛̲͈̮͈̯̰̦͇̙̹̘̳̖͖̣̺͙ͨ͆ͮͩͯ͐̇͂ͪ͑̒ͩ̈́̎ͩ̕͘͢͡͞͠

"Great! I'm pretty popular so I know alot about everyone!" Nichole smiles, taking your hand as she guides you through the halls.

"This is the principals office, You should go here if you need to ŕ̸̳͕̫̰̰͐̋̈̑̅̇̈͢͡͠͞ḛ̸̻̮̙͆s̶̮̃͛̒͠e̗̮̩̖͈̝͇̳̻ͣ̾t, but we wont need that." Her grip becomes painful.

"Ooh! This is the cafèteria. I mean lots of people end up eating in their dorms or cars and stuff so its kinda pointless." Nichole giggles.

"I'll introduce you to some of the students now, Thats Craig, He's so weird... Keeps making shit up about us, its really mean. I'd stay away from him" She points at a tall boy in the blue hat who seems to be staring daggers at you.

"Thats Kyle, He's cute, but pretty academically focused so you wont get much out of him, unless your really special." Kyle looks up at you smiling.

"The boy next to him is Stan, He's the Jock type, The most popular boys in school. However I wouldn't, He's Wendy's ex so if anybody even tries talking to him Wendy gets mad." Nichole shuffles awkwardly.

"Kenny's the boy in the orange parka, He's like a perverted himbo," She giggles, "He flirts with anyone and everyone." Kenny shoots you a flirty wink.

"The one beside him is Leopold, Butters for short. He's our cute little sunshine boy!!" Butters waves at you with a huge grin on his face.

"Oh. And thats Clyde, apparently he like killed his mum or something, I don't buy it. He seems okay I guess." Nichole smiles, "Thats everyone around right now, Anyone pique your interest?" She looks at you awaiting your choice.

>Craig, The weird kid.

>Kyle, The nerd

>Stan, The Jock

>Kenny, The himbo

>Butters, The ray of sunshine!

>Clyde, The murderer.

divider by @k1ssyoursister

[yoyomomiko]

i really liked your bebe steven x a tall female reader, can you do the same thing but with craig maybe 👉👈

you dont have to if you dont want to :)

Taller than you...

Pairings: Craig x F!reader

Summary: The request (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)

Warnings: None!!

(A/N): It's been a while but here it is (⁠๑•3•๑) -> m.list

- Okay so he's the tallest kid in South Park and all...

- Shock, isn't it?

- Once summer break was over, and you came back to school from vacation, he didn't recognize you.

- "Hey Craig" "Who tf are you"

- He had to double take to make sure it actually was you.

- Because since when did you get TALLER THAN HIM??

- Off topic he's gonna miss protecting you from the bullies ^⁠_⁠^

- He's gonna miss calling you "short stuff", or any other height related nickname.

- At first, Craig didn't like it AT ALLLLL

- Because he was used to being taller than most and now he's gotta look up at YOU?

- But over time, he started warming up to it.

- I mean, whenever Cartman talked shit to him, he'd threaten him by calling you.

- Now, Cartman wasn't afraid of pretty much anything other than humiliation.

- But you, you were gonna absolutely humiliate him to the core. You were intimidating, especially with your height, and how you were taller than most.

- So Cartman kinda feared you >⁠.⁠<

- And Craig loved it ♡

- He loves it when you just place kisses on top of his head because it's easier for you to do so when you're just passing by!!

- He gets flustered when you do that at first, he's not used to it...

- WILL stand on his tip toes to kiss you.

- But not if his friends are there, no way, nuh uh, never.

- Clyde wouldn't let him live that down.

★★★

The hallways flooded with students, eager to get out of their prison cells classrooms. You were gonna head to lunch along with Wendy, since you both had the same classes two times in a row. One before lunch, and one after.

You were walking around the crowded lockers, until you managed to spot a dark blue chullo hat, right in front of you. Beside him was a cocky Clyde, who from your point of view, was bragging about his stupid new shoes.

You smiled when you saw Craig's face, quickly moving to stand besides him.

"Hey Craig, heading to lunch?" You asked, your voice making Craig flinch. He slowly turned to you, giving you a small smile, wich he quickly hid.

"Yeah. What else would I be doing, starve myself?" He spoke up, no emotion in his voice.

You chuckled, getting closer to him, bending down a bit and placing your lips on his forehead, feeling him tense up, before quickly pulling away.

You giggled with Wendy as you skipped away happily.

Clyde took a look at Craig, noticing his burning red face. He started laughing at him, pointing out his blush.

"Oh man, no way!" He said, throwing a laughing fit as Craig shook his head quickly, glaring at him.

"Shut up." He pushed Clyde away by the shoulder, walking faster as the other boy followed after him.

"I'm so gonna tell the other guys..." He continued, holding his stomach as he finally calmed down.

Craig's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing together as he rolled his eyes. He was pouting and he didn't even know it. In Clyde's eyes, he looked completely ridiculous. No, scratch that, hilarious.

It wasn't even funny, but to Clyde, it sure was. And Craig hated it.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[fuqnia]

nia's holidays in hell 🦌❄️

hi!! i decided to do like a ficmas type of thing lolol. these oneshots will be a mix of reader inserts (gender neutral) and relationships between south park characters. ❤️ these are also on ao3!

A Flicker in the Light 🎄 ft. stan x kyle

❄️ At a Hanukkah party, Kyle’s longing for Stan reaches a breaking point under the mistletoe. A brief, heated kiss sparks anger and heartbreak.

Golden Glow and Quiet Truths 🎄ft. reader insert x kyle

❄️ At Kyle’s Hanukkah celebration, [y/n] learns about his traditions and shares a quiet, heartfelt moment under the warm glow of the menorah.

Powdered Sugar Skies 🎄ft. craig x tweek

❄️Craig and Tweek’s cookie-making plans are derailed by a blizzard, leading to flour fights, cozy moments, and heartfelt reassurances.

Kisses in Frosted Light 🎄ft. reader insert x stan

❄️[y/n] and Stan find themselves under the mistletoe at a holiday party, turning a playful kiss into something far more meaningful.

Hollow Bells and Hidden Promises 🎄ft. kyle x cartman

❄️Kyle and Cartman’s snarky holiday tradition battle turns emotional, culminating in a surprising kiss in the snowy night.

Streetlamps 🎄ft. reader insert x kenny

❄️[y/n] and Kenny share a simple yet magical Christmas Eve, with handmade gifts and a kiss under falling snow.

Midnight Sparks 🎄ft. butters x kenny

❄️Butters nervously kisses Kenny at the stroke of midnight, setting the stage for a sweet and flustered New Year’s confession.

Shattered Ice 🎄ft. reader insert x cartman

❄️Cartman’s clumsy attempts at ice skating turn into a rare, vulnerable moment that leads to an unexpected kiss with [y/n].

Underneath Evergreen Lights 🎄ft. stan x wendy

❄️Stan and Wendy share a kiss at the town’s Christmas tree lighting, solidifying their long-standing holiday tradition.

Meteor Whispers 🎄ft. reader insert x craig

❄️Craig takes [y/n] stargazing to escape the holiday chaos, and under the meteor shower, they share an intimate moment.

[mccormickgf]

✧ ⁺˳ .🎄࿐ kyumi’s christmas

-> welcome to my first ever kinkmas/fluffmas ! i wanted to do a mix of both smut and fluff, so there’ll be 5 of each. ALL DATES ARE TENTATIVE !!!!

-> during this, i won’t be writing any requests since this will be taking up most of my time. but feel free to send them in for me to write in january <3

mccormickgf 2024 © all rights reserved; please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my writing.

── i saw mommy kissing santa claus ! ft. butters scotch

❆ every year, your husband, butters, dresses up as santa for your kids. however, a poorly timed glance out of their bedroom door leads to a bizarre yet hilarious twist on christmas eve. | fluff

❆ dec. 1

── let it snow ! ft. eric cartman

❆ a record-breaking blizzard hits south park, colorado, and you're stuck outside eric cartman’s house, who just happens to be your sworn enemy. what choice do you have but to knock on the door? | smut

❆ dec. 3

── santa baby ! ft. wendy testaburger

❆ you knew you never should’ve accepted a gift from eric cartman. but maybe it was the final push you and your roommate wendy needed to finally confess. | smut

❆ dec. 6

── winter wonderland ! ft. kyle broflovski

❆ every christmas, your family always brings up the topic of you having a boyfriend and "settling down." each year, you begrudgingly tell them you're still single. but this year will be different— and you need your best friend, kyle, to help you out. | fluff

❆ dec. 9

── baby, it’s cold outside ! ft. kenny mccormick

❆ delivering your last gift on christmas eve leads to you into your best friend’s dads bed. | smut

❆ dec. 11

── it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas ! ft. stan marsh

❆ every christmas, you and stan always compete to see who can give the best gift. but this year, it’s safe to say you won. | fluff

❆ dec. 13

── deck the halls ! ft. stan marsh & wendy testaburger

❆ messing around while christmas decorating with your partners, stan and wendy, leads to more than any of you expected. | smut

❆ dec. 15

── last christmas ! ft. craig tucker & tweek tweak

❆ christmas has been a sore subject for you for a few years now. maybe two annoying upstairs neighbours can help bring back your christmas spirit. | fluff

❆ dec. 18

── jingle bells ! ft. kenny mccormick

❆ hanging a bell on your choker was supposed to be a cute addition to your winter outfit. who knew your boyfriend would go feral? | smut

❆ dec. 21

── i’ll be home for christmas ! ft. craig tucker

❆ a blizzard delays all of the flights back to south park, but craig’s got you waiting for him. he’s determined to make it home. | fluff

❆ dec. 24

[kenlvry]

Hey mootie could I request Kenny, Kyle, stan, and Craig with a fem s/o who just basically lays her head on their lap when stressed?

reader who lays her head on their lap

an, HEYYYY 🤞😝😝 okay boo hope you like this. ALSO THIS WAS SOOO RUSHED LIKE UNDER 30 MINUTES

kenny

kenny entered your house expecting a warm welcome from you but was greeted with you pacing around the living room

"are you okay?, you wanna talk abt it?" he said sitting down the couch "KEN I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO" you approached him laying down on the couch and layed your head on him.

he was like woah 🤭 "well damn if you wanted to relieve it on me its my pleasure" readjusting his sitting position smirking.

"dont make me bite your dick off" he immediately apologises.

its become a habit of yours, you'd text him to come over and lay your head on his lap while rambling about the thing your so stressed about. he loves it sm, he listens to whatever your saying not even paying attention because he was looking at you the whole time.

he'd definitely think you wanted to do something else iykyk but you just make a disgusted face to him.

sometimes you just lay there not talking about anything just enjoying the moment,sometimes youd fall asleep and kenny is having major cramps but he couldn't move for the sake you.

stan

okay when you first did this to him he may or not have stood up and pushed you down

i mean he also thought you were gonna something else.,, he was too shocked to say anything.

when you explained he just groans in embarrassment. anyways he loves it, he would stare at you for so long while you just kick your feet repeatedly bc of something cursing the living hell of that someone, you'd have to bring him back to reality alot of times.

he can tell when your stressed and would immediately get in to position, your face looks like your about to drop the most shocking news ever? his lap is empty and is ready.

one time you slept and so did he, when he woke up he completely forgot you were there and stood up making you fall.

you didn't lay on his lap for a long time after that...

he sometimes takes pics of you sleeping which is kinda creepy but he swears its not 🤷

kyle

loves this, its one of the things he loves about you. the way you just lay your head on his lap rambling or just laying there stressed not talking about it until ur ready

he strokes your hair when you do this and just nods and smiles when you ask if he agrees on something

also takes your pics, he either uses it as his profile picture or his background no inbetween

TBH I THINK HE'D LAY ON YOUR LAP TOO YK?? i mean you dont mind you love it so winwin

craig

he doesn't say nun but inside he is kicking his feet covering his face rolling around screaming and jumping around

subconsciously strokes your hair and when he realizes it he pulls away

"YEAH AND IDK WHAT TO DO ITS JUST SO FRUSTRATING" you cover your face and groan "yep true ☺️" while stroking your hair

sometimes you catch him staring at you just staring, no emotions not even a smile no thoughts just 😐 inside hes like "her eyes are so pretty" "please dont get up" "stay here longer please"

[jewbeloved]

🍬 Halloween in South Park 🎃

Warning: Uh none?

Gender: Neutral

Note: Happy Halloween everyone! Here's a scenario of you celebrating Halloween with everyone you care about. 🧡🧡🎃🎃

Celebrating Halloween is like celebrating any other holiday. But here in south park. Chao, weirdness, and maybe even funny things happen here and Halloween in south park is bound to have weird shit going on.

Everyone has on their costumes and whatnot. Everyone is going around trick or treating for candy, handing out candy or just simply staying indoors.

You were one of the trick or treaters. You always go hunt for candy with your friends. The main four guys, and the rest of your classmates. You were in your room getting dressed in (Your Halloween costume) that you didn't even hear the door bell ringing.

You realize that the boys were here. You ran out of your room and opened the door to see them in their Halloween costumes.

"Hey guys! Nice costumes you got there!".

"Thanks (Name)! We love your costume as well!".

"Okay, now can we go trick or treating before all the losers get the best candies?!". You giggled at Cartman's impatience.

"Alright alright, Let's go trick or treating!". Before you and the boys left, you were also greeted by Craig and the others. After them was Wendy and Bebe. You were surprised but also excited.

"Hey (Name), we also want to go trick or treating with you too!". Wendy said excitedly while Cartman rolled his eyes at her comment.

You all agreed to go trick or treating together. Going from door to door collecting candies in your buckets. Halloween wasn't all just about the candy wasn't it? It was also about spending time with the people you care about. Everyone has their own definitions on holidays....but they all end up spending the holiday with someone or by themselves....

You always treasure each moment you spend with everyone. Nothing makes you more happier than this. By the time you knew it, your bucket was already full!

"Sorry guys! My bucket is completely full of candy! You'll have to collect the rest without me." You announced nervously.

"Huh? does that mean you won't come with us to anymore doors?".

"You can take my other bucket (Name)! I brought an extra one because....well- you don't need to know the reason okay?!". Tweek shakenly handed you his extra bucket and you thanked him with a smile.

"Thanks Tweek!". Your hands were now occupied, with one bucket that is full and one that is empty. You asked Timmy if he could hold your full bucket and he happily nodded.

This trick or treating has been going smoothly for no? Well it's not always promised that there won't be any drama happening. Cough cough Cartman....

Clyde suggested that you all could go to the haunted house that was set up at the school. Everyone except you eyed Clyde with an unimpressed look. They knew he would start crying as soon as he gets spooked by something creepy.

"I'm not going to cry this time on Halloween again guys!".

"Sure you won't Clyde...you big cry baby". Cartman snickered before being nudged in the shoulder by you.

Clyde ended up pissing his pants in the end and you comforted him from the embarrassment.

As the clock was about to strike midnight. Everyone was too tired to continue trick or treating. You all said your goodbyes to each other and gave Timmy a hug for holding your candy bucket before waving him off as well.

That was the best Halloween you ever had and you're lucky to be able to spend it with your loved ones.🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

I hope everyone has a nice Halloween and gets a lot of candy! Make sure to brush your teeth and don't get cavities!

[bblueberrypancakes]

Craig: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Y/n, watching Stan screaming, Cartman trying to set a sleeping Kyle on fire, and Kenny choking on air: I don't know either.