#kyle sp x reader

[sp-by-april]

you have time, I have a request! (mainly for Kyle but) could you make the main four reacting to f!reader moaning while getting a back/shoulder massage? If you do, I���ll literally give you my soul

Plz and thank you

Ooh, okay! This was an interesting one! I got a little smutty with this but didn't go too wild because I wasn't sure if that's what you were looking for.... But I can do a very smutty part two if you want! 💖

💚 Kyle starts out clinically, like he's reading WebMD in his head. He genuinely wants to help.

Starts out focused, responsible, very therapeutic pressure only.

You moan once. A soft, involuntary sigh. His hands freeze like he just committed a felony.

His hands slow down, and his voice gets low: "Yeah? Right there?" and then he's unclasping your bra,

If you squirm a little under the pressure, his mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile. "Don't move. I'm not done with you yet,"

The second you're moaning and praising him, he's practically shaking with restraint.

He starts like a boy scout and finishes like he's thinking about knocking you up. Because he is.

💙 Stan thought he was doing this platonically. For about ten seconds.

"Your skin's soft. Is that weird? Sorry. You're just really... Wow, okay. I'll shut up,"

Realizes he's touching your bare shoulders and short-circuits.

He keeps his voice low and soothing, like he's narrating a sleep meditation.

Will rest his chin lightly on the top of your head and/or your shoulder without asking.

You lean into him once and he almost starts humming without realizing it.

He whispers "You okay?" in your ear as if he didn't just get hard from rubbing circles between your shoulder blades.

🧡 Kenny is 30% massage therapist, 70% whore. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles like he's about to fix your life and ruin it in the same 20 minute time span.

He lives for how you react under him. Tiny gasps, shivers, the way your shoulders move. He's watching for it.

And yeah, he's definitely hard as fuck the whole damn time.

It's not a massage, it's foreplay. He's smug, skilled, and weaponizes tension for maximum tease.

💔 Cartman insists he's doing you a favor, but he really just wants an excuse to get his hands on you.

Complains the whole time but still makes you lay down while he sits on your thighs so he can "reach better,"

"You're gonna owe me. Big time. Like buying me cheese fries and sucking me off big,"

But he doesn't suck at it. He's weirdly good with his hands.

He won't admit it, but the second you go soft and trust him, he's melting. He'll be like, "Does that feel good? Like, for real?"

[z0mbbiegvrl]

saw ur smau requests were open so how about stan’s gang when their gn! s/o forgets to give them a goodbye kiss before leaving for lectures? thank u if u do my request <33

✮⋆˙ FORGETTING TO GIVE THE MAIN FOUR A GOODBYE KISS SMAU

↳ an: sorry for the typo in kennys, the app kept glitching on me :(

↳ cw: none!

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[fuqnia]

SP Main Four + butters !College AU Relationship Headcanons

[☆] A/N | hii guys! i recently hit 500 likes on tumblr and i'm like so speechless... i never wouldve thought people would be interested in reading my stupid little writing hehe, so tysm! my long fic, most wanted, is coming to a close soon, and I have been working on another longfic that's a fem!reader insert x main 4 boys in college! i'm also probably going to write a more realistic/sadder headcanons, because this one was toothachingly sweet </3

[☆] C/W | NSFW under the cut, this is also for f!reader, but i'm open to writing a gn!reader or m!reader in the future

[☆] check out my !college au headcanons for the boys + butters here!

☆ stan marsh

hopeless romantic

will definitely do the most cheesy things for you

has a mixtape of songs that remind him of you

writes love letters, but never gives them to you

feels everything deeply, he's a big ol' baby

late night talks about his fears and dreams

craves emotional intimacy and trust w/ you

super duper attentive to your needs

will put you over himself

overthinks

enjoys laid-back dates! like movie dates, thrifting, strolls

gets jealous reallyyy easily

wont outright admit it tho

very insecure, if someone flirts with u, he'll just sulk LOL

avoids confrontations at all costs

not afraid to cry in front of you

vomits on you if you do something really provocative to him

always offer his jacket/hoodie to you

loves holding your hand

laces his fingers thru yours and swings your hands

goofy ah grin when you surprise him with kisses

big on cuddling

gets super flustered when his friends teases him about you

obsessed with your laugh

keeps a picture of you in his wallet

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sooo nervous during your first time with him

very eager to please!

takes his time learning what you like

kisses every inch of your body

starts with your lips and works his way down

definitely a soft dom

"does this feel good?" "tell me if you want me to stop"

loves holding your hand while in you

eats your p out like your his last meal

i think he would be more into receiving than giving, but doesn't mind giving at all!

gets shy when you compliment him and tell him how good he is making you feel

prefers gentle sex, unless you want it rough

his entire body flushes red when you tease his cock

like palming thru his shorts, or pressing quick kisses to his tip

loves to cum in your mouth

goes crazy if he gets to paint your face tho

i'm sorry but this man is into creampies...

gets turned on when you're really emotional/crying from him pleasuring you

favorite position is definitely cowgirl

definitely an ass man, loves squishing/pinching your skin

kisses your forehead, cheeks and lips after going down on you

i think he would also be kinda quiet, wouldn't let out that many moans

☆ kyle broflovski

shows his love thru actions rather than words

remembers every anniversary, even the little ones :)

makes detailed itineraries for dates

even though he's a yapper, he definitely enjoys listening to you

fiercely loyal

takes no disrespect towards you

ready to work anyone's shit as so much as they look at you funny

probably would like someone who would challenge him intellectually

needs you to have the same core values as him

DO NOT DO PDA WITH THIS MAN

he will just look at you with pure disgust if you even attempt to...

but will secretly hold hands under the table or sneak a kiss when no one is looking

puts too much pressure on himself to be perfect for you

always notices this little things about you

oh you changed your nail color? you applied your makeup differently?

will blush like crazy when you compliment him

awkwardly rubs the back of his neck

will get irrationally jealous

tries to hide it by cracking sarcastic jokes

writes you long thoughtful texts when your apart, updates you about his day, asks you how yours went

becomes super attentive when your sad or stressed

wraps you in a blanket, makes you tea

i feel like he'd hate the feeling of having a crush

but once he's in a relationship, lowkey a romantic, buy you books he'd think you'd like, jewelry that compliments your skin tone

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overthinks everything at first

constantly asks "is this okay? are you sure?"

like i said, super attentive, he needs to make sure you're okay

loves eye contact while fucking you

gets really shy when you take control but secretly loves it

prefers slow deliberate strokes and touches

has a thing for neck kisses– both giving and receiving

talks your through it

"you're perfect" "you feel so good"

gets competitive if you tease him about lasting longer

please kiss his freckles... he'll go absolutely feral

not afraid to leave hickeys, scratches or nail prints on you

wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck and his life is yours LOL

i think missionary would be his favorite position

needs to see your face

it's his life mission to make you squirt...

loves fingering you

sit on his face ?

super embarrassed about his moans, but lets it out anyways lmfao

loves your titties, no matter the size

will beg you to let him cum in you

☆ kenny mccormick

we all know kenny is a natural flirt

will wink, smirk, and use cheesy pick-up lines to make you blush

loves physical affection

always has an arm around your waist

makes you laugh constantly

goes to extreme lengths to see you smile, whether it's his silly pranks or grand gestures

draws little hearts and doodles on your notebooks/texts

if he's super bored, he'll draw on your skin lmfao

super duper protective— he'll walk you home late at night and make sure you're always safe

loves taking you on adventurous dates, especially sneaking into places you're not supposed to be

calls you "babe," "sweetheart," or "princess" with that drawl of his hehe

not above embarrassing himself, will write cringe worthy poems or songs and serenade you

immediately notices when you're a little bit off

pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back

buys you little trinkets and steals snacks from eric, saying, "i saw this and thought of you!"

obsessed with kissing you, he'll lean in for a quick peck and smirks when he notices your smile

immediately goes back in for a longer kiss

i think he's super good at braiding hair, and loves playing with yours!

please wear his band tees <3

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super duper confident, definitely knows what he's doing

loves teasing you, using soft kisses and touches to drive you crazy before giving in

worships your body, tracing every curve with his lips and hands

like kyle, adores it when you take charge and being at your mercy

whispers dirty things in your ear, his voice low and sultry

"you're so fuckin' beautiful babe, I can't get enough of you."

VOCAL AS FUCK ! he'll groan, sigh, whisper your name, letting you know exactly how good you're making him feel

has a downright pornographic moan....

obviously a boob guy, he'll suck and manhandle your tits like there's no tomorrow

will cop a feel secretly infront of others as well LOL

also a thigh and neck guy—he'll kiss, nip, and mark you like he's marking a claim on you

definitely cums alot.... i'm sorry lmfao

dirty as fuck as well... spits in your mouth, puts his fingers in your mouth, making you suck him

taps his tip against your tongue, smearing his precum all over your lips

a big fan of sloppy toppy, grabbing your hair and face fucking you

he's tew good with his tongue... and so so messy when eating you out

will not hold back with his noises, literally slurping ???

loves loves loves overstimulation

favorite position is mating press, loves looking at where you guys connect

cusses when he cums

will crack some corny joke afterward to make you laugh,

"so... we're pretty good at this, huh?" and giggles like a schoolgirl

loves cuddling afterwards!

☆ eric cartman

definitely does grand gestures

brags to everyone about being in a relationship

"yeah, she's lucky to have me."

nobody believes that...

hates PDA in theory, but secretly loves it when you grab his hand or kiss his cheek

he'll complain, but his blushing face gives him away

sends you the most random memes and videos throughout the day as his way of saying he's thinking abt you <3

gets ridiculously competitive when it comes to impressing you

if someone else buys you flowers, he'll show up with a bouquet and stuffed animal, screaming profanities at the other person

jealousss to the max

glares daggers at everyone he perceives a threat, coming up with some sick and twisted plan is his head to take 'em down

gets super pouty when you tease him, but loves the banter between the two of you "i'm not fat, i'm big-boned and you know it!"

will absolutely demand you come over to "study", but in reality he just wants to spend time with you hehehe

has a soft spot when you baby him a little

like brushing his hair or adjusting his hoodie, he'll pretend to hate it but he's melting inside

if you're upset, he'll try to cheer you up in his own weird way...

usually a mix of crude jokes and awkward affection ??

please don't cry infront of him, he'll just panic

keeps a picture of you on his phone as his lock screen, and gets super defensive if anyone points it out

"shut up kahl! it's not even a big deal!"

gaslights the hell out of you, but eventually gives in when he realizes you'll just gaslight him back

will bring you up in any and every conversation, and doesn't care if it annoys the fuck out of his friends

proudly shows off your achievements and loudly declare that you're the bestest girlfriend in the world !

until you piss him off...

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talks a big game about being dominant and kinky

but he's secretly all about soft and sensual moments with you <3

loves loves loves being in control, rarely lets you take the lead

he needs to boost his ego somehow!

will grab your jaw to force you to look at him, his nails pressing hard into your cheeks

"awe, my poor baby is being fucked too dumb, can't even speak properly"

i'm sorry, but this man never shuts up in bed

whether it's dirty talk or low/breathy moans, he's always yapping

really mean too ):

depending on his mood, he'll either take you to pound town, or just veryy lazy sex

gets flustered if you tell him how good he's making you feel, and fails majorly covering it up

"well, duh. i'm amazing."

loves leaving hickeys—he'll mark you in places just barely hidden, so you're always reminded your his.

obsessed with the fat of your ass and tits, doesn't matter the size—he's all about kisses and touches

will 100% lose focus if you whisper in his ear

his cocky demeanor crumbles instantly, and he's completely at your mercy

gets embarrassed easily if you get too emotional, crying and pawing at his chest that you feel too good

this man does not own a single condom... he'll just pull out and paint your stomach

edges you when he's in a particularly bad mood, and only gives in when you're begging

definitely prefers receiving over giving, but likes the feeling of your walls clamping down on his fingers

asks you to stick out your tongue so he can see the load he blew LMFAOO WHY DID I WRITE THIS

i can't decide if he'd prefer doggy style or cowgirl, so ig just depends on his mood?

has a secret stash of candles or mood lighting for when things get "serious"

will deny deny deny it if anyone ever finds out.

his aftercare is surprisingly sweet— he'll tuck you in, grab snacks, and make sure you're comfortable before he starts pretending he doesn't care <3

☆ butters stotch

is THE definition of doting boyfriend

he'll write you sweet notes and hide them in your bag for you to find later

always asks for your opinion on everything

from what outfit he should wear to what movie the two of you should watch

he just wants to make you happy 😭

blushes like crazy when you compliment him, his hands fidgeting nervously as he stammers out a thank you

will call you every nickname under the sun

"sweet pie," "honeybunch," "cutie patootie"

he's so genuine it's impossible not to grab his cheeks and smile

loves holding hands—it makes him feel safe and connected to you

like stan, he'll swing your arms as you walk, grinning ear to ear

will apologize profusely for the tiniest things, even if it's not his fault

"oh, gosh, i’m sorry! did I step on your toe?"

keeps a running list of all your favorite things so he can surprise you with thoughtful gifts or dates!

if you're upset, he'll bake you cookies or cupcakes and sit with you until you feel better

"it's okay to cry, you know. i'm here."

absolutely adores cuddling, but gets super shy at first

once he's comfortable, he's wrapping you in the coziest of hugs

brings you flowers he picked from the campus quad, tied with a little ribbon

"i hope you like ‘em! i thought they were real purdy."

gets starry-eyed whenever you talk about your dreams or passions

he's your biggest cheerleader and believes you can do anything!

definitely giggles as you try to kiss all over his face

allows you to paint his nails, so you both can match

kisses your scratches/bruises whenever you get hurt, then patches you up himself

takes candid photos of you, so he'll always remember the feeling of moments with you <3

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don't let this man fool you...

he'll act all nervous and shy at first

he'll blush bright red when you undress in front of him

he'll nervously kiss every inch of your skin, murmuring soft compliments as he goes

he'll shyly ask, "is it okay if i touch you there?"

like he's not about to have you begging for him to keep going

once he realizes how much you're into it, he flips a switch

suddenly his shy little kisses turn into biting your lip

pinning you down

murmuring in a low voice, "i'll take care of you, baby"

he'll start slow, watching you squirm under his touch

but he's secretly enjoying the power of making you lose control

SLEEPER AGENT OF KINK

you think he's all soft neck kisses and hand-holding

then he's tugging your hair, love bites on your shoulder

and growling in your ear, "you like that, don't you?"

his hands, his mouth, and his cock alternate between gentle and rough to keep you on edge <3

the moans he'll let out would be so loud and unrestrained

completely enamored with your body

big fan of overstimulation

thrives on praise

eager to learn as well!!

positions where he can see everything—your expressions, your body, the way you react to his touch—drive him wild

not afraid to try something new!

and when it's all over, he's right back to his soft and sweet self

kissing your forehead and pulling you into his arms like he wasn't doing unspeakable things to you five minutes ago.

can you still guess who my favorite is... 💀 also i'm so sorry for whatever this was

[southparkhcsocs]

Beginning

[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

[dollyyss]

I FELL INLOVE WITH THE KYLE FIC OMG??? OK OK WHAT ABOUT THIS.

the main gang with an S/O that is like, VERY VERY SNUG/TIGHT, like unnaturally tight (but not negatively ;)). Also a virgin, like the biggest virgin out there, completely oblivious to stuff like that and super sensitive to touch in general, talking just a graze of fingertips might gain a small whine. I'm thinking maybe a correct adjective for this would be just the classic virgin reader + the things listed. AAAAA FEEL FREE TO DO THIS DEPENDING ON HOW YOU HAVE ENERGY I KNOW UR SICK😭🙏

-🃏

..sigh you just love to do things to my brain don’t you anon.. WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME- NEOCIE IM GONNA GO FERAL RAWR RAWR RAWR jk I’m such a sweet girl, I’m an angel I would never. Tehehe. And I’m sick so I’m an even more touchy just brain melty mood.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Kyle’s gang + butters with virgin reader!

Established relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and butters 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/ NSFW, some degrading

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

“Just like that holy fuck.. you’re so good for me.” Kyle let out a low moan, his head leaned far into his pillow whilst you slowly rode him. “That’s it baby, slowly, don’t look away, keep looking at me, that’s it. Keep watching me baby” his hands held either side of your face in an attempt to keep you with him, to keep you from looking away from him. Your legs shook on either side of his waist, your hands covering your face as you helplessly rutted against Kyle. You practically sucked him in earning groans and whimpers from the lanky gingers lips. “Fuck you’re tight.” He couldn’t hold back anymore, not with the way you gripped so tightly around him, not when he was trying to pull out to slam back in. No you gripped so tight he couldn’t even pull out. It was enough for him to grip onto the sides of your face harder, pulling you down so your forehead rested on his and he snapped his hips up into a ruthless pace.

- He’s a sweet boyfriend. He’s just a sweet guy in general. So when you tell him you’re a virgin he of course would never ever judge you for it.

-what he didn’t know was everything he did could basically make you drip on the spot, and majority of the time it’s shit he doesn’t even think of. He’s sitting with you in a restaurant with Stan and the rest, he softly touches your thigh, opening it to drag you closer to him. He doesn’t think a thing of it until you let out a squeak. Everyone raises their brows, Kyle looking at you when he feels your thighs squeezing his hand. Ahh.. you were sensitive too.

-“have you.. ever touched yourself..?” He asks curiously before feeling you shove his shoulder “Kyle broflovski!” “What? Sorry, I’m sorry. I just. Wanted to know” there was silence before you slowly nodded. He thought for a moment “has anyone else ever touched you?” He questioned again, watching as you shook your head side to side looking at him with big doe eyes. Your hands placed between your thighs. He softly bit his bottom lip, watching your body gently rock back and forth at the thought “do you.. want to be touched?” He slowly scoots closer to you, watching as you slowly lay back on his parents couch, his hands coming to tease the hem of your pants.

-he goes so god damn dumb when you grip him. He doesn’t know how to act. It’s like his brain shuts off and he goes into auto pilot. He’s usually gentle but fuck when he feels you grip so tightly, tight enough that you can feel almost every curve and vein littering his cock, he’s biting your shoulders and slamming into you. He’s swearing, panting. He’s so fuck drunk he doesn’t know what to do.

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

Panting. He’s a panting mess. He tries to form words but he’s so focused on trying to find a deeper angle, trying so desperately to feel you tighten even more then you already were. Your finger nails dig into his raven locks watching as your feet bounce due to your legs being locked around his waist. He was slightly hunched over, his hands on your ass to lift the bottom half of your body off your bed by a couple centimetres, his face buried in your hair while he lets out pleasurable grunts. “Stan!” Your lips spewing his name made him open his watery eyes, lips immediately coming to your ear. “I know, I know. I’m right here.” His hips snap as he slowly sits up, his member pulling out but with a struggle, his tip being the only thing remaining in your gushing warmth. “Can you take some more for me? Hm? Think you could do that?” When he watches you nod he gently takes your legs from his waist and pushes them against your chest, finding himself thrusting deeper at the new angle, your walls clenching so god damn good.

-“virgin? Really.. you? Are a virgin?” He almost doesn’t believe you because to him he can’t see how someone like you could be one. He’d thought everybody would be all over you. But he would admit he was proud to be the one to take it from you. He’s kinda dumb. So he doesn’t catch on. He just thinks you innocence is just, well how you are. But no.. no it’s for many reasons.

-he guides you 100%, you might actually make him a bit nervous because he doesn’t want to ruin this for you. He doesn’t want to take your purity away in such a vile way, he actually wants to make sure it goes exactly how you want. Tell him and he’ll do it. “You’ve got it babe”

-like I said Stan is a little dumb from time to time so he just doesn’t understand why you can’t sit still on his lap. He doesn’t get why your legs are practically shaking and stuttering against him when his large calloused hands come to hold at your hips. Maybe he’s not dumb he’s just, oblivious. He’s noticed that when he sweeps the hair from your neck to the other side you shudder, gripping onto his arm. “Are you? Are you good?”

-when he finds out the reason for it being you were a virgin he kinda.. likes it. He likes that he can be the one to make you act like that, how a single touch from him could have your legs open for him. Of course he takes is time with you. But he does enjoy teasing you from time to time.

-.. the first time you give him a handjob he’s definitely staring at you. He’s on the couch because his parents aren’t home. So what a perfect spot to do so. Your hands pump his cock so well while you partially hide your face, turning it the other way. His arms are resting on the head of the couch, one hand coming to turn your head so close to his you can feel his breath. “Don’t shy away from me..” his eyes are on you, nose pressed to your cheek as you pump him faster, you bottom lip tugged harshly under your teeth.

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

“Mm I think you can take more sweet thing.. shhh I don’t wanna hear another word. You lay and look pretty for me yeah?” Kenny’s pace was torturous as it was; but having him grip onto his headboard, and pushing you further into his sheets was enough to make you clench harder around him. He shivered, his smile growing wide enough to expose the missing tooth on the right side further back. “Kenny please! I can’t do it.. I-i can’t take much more” you pushed at his lower stomach, still your grip around him was hard for him to pull out, pulling out would mean feeling every inch of his cock and that alone was pleasurable enough to send you to your edge. “Awh the poor baby, that’s a shame isn’t it, cuz you are” he was quick to take your jaw in his hands, pounding into you, his other hand pushing down on your shoulder to keep you from squirming. “Fuck I love the way you clench around me, like you don’t want me to leave” he cooed at you. Feeling yours fingers scratch and grip at his sides and lower stomach once more.

-he’s a horndog. So finding out you’re a virgin? “SCORE” he’s jumping over the moon for joy! Really it’s nothing to be so happy about, so giddy, but he’s just more or so happy it gets to be him that shows you everything.

-he’s probably one to tease tremendously until you finally lose your virginity to him. He likes watching you twitch and squirm at every touch he gives, but he makes sure his touches are extra touchy. He’ll walk behind you to grab your chest, when your making out his tongue is tracing your collarbones all the way down to the hem of your underwear. He wants you to feel like it’s about to happen but he’ll keep you waiting just a little longer.

-he’s probably gotten you to hump his leg. I’m not kidding. He was sitting on his bed, watching you walk around a little too tempting for him. He wasn’t exactly ready to do things to you quite yet, and he didn’t want to force you but when you ended up on his floor, sitting on his foot to try and get off. That shit eating grin never left his face. “Where did that pretty little innocence go hm?” “Kenny.. s-stop it’s not funny”

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

“You’re so pathetic.” cartman pulled out, before pushing himself back in further “squeezing and gripping my cock like you don’t want me to stop.” He repeated slowly pulling out before pushing back in. “You go so dumb for my cock you can’t help but clench onto me huh? You silly little thing” who knew Eric cartman was also a teasing little shit even in bed. You. You did. Your hands held onto his shoulders, your feet planted on his bed, knees up and shaking as he worked his way to a somewhat quicker pace. He kept his thrusts short but he was deep. Both due to him and you pulling in him each time he tried to pull back a bit. “Eric, m-mm~” he cocked a brow stopping for a moment before looking at you fully. “Go on, say it, I won’t move until you do” your eyes shot open “mmm- more I want more please” he chuckled gently “you greedy bitch, I’m giving you so much and you want more” he listened though, he gave you what you wanted. He always did in the end.

- “pfft. Fucking virgin” he was too. So don’t let him get to you. Is he going to tell you that? Fuck no. Do you know? Yeah most likely I mean it’s cartman he’s lucky he even landed you. “Cartman shut up. That’s fucking rude and it’s not funny” you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.. hmm” you shot him a glare. “Cartman.” He placed his fingertips to his lips “it’s just.. a little funny” he pinched his fingers together to make a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. “I hate you.”

- a fucking tease, like Kenny he uses it to his full fucking advantage. He’ll tease the fuck out of you but just won’t give you want you want. You want him to take your virginity and baby he will. He just wants to get you all pent up, hot and bothered.

-from time to time, when things feel like they’re getting closer, and both of you are practically undressed his tip is teasing at your entrance, slowly circling before he stops for a moment, “hm, I don’t know, I’m feeling a little *yawn* sleepy yknow?” He smirks before laying down on his back watching as you look wet and dumbfounded, legs slowly closing as you sit up. “What the hell Eric..” he looks at you. “You could, suck me off? How does that sound?” You roll your eyes lowering your head at his commend. Don’t worry.. he’ll do it. He just likes to tease you to the very edge, to where you think you’ll get it.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

“P-please I won’t last much longer if y-you keep doing that..” butters stutters his words. He has you in a mating press, his legs surprisingly keeping him up, as he slams back down repeatedly. “I’m sorry baby.. I-i can’t he-help it oh my god~” your hands run through his hair, his head lowered towards yours as his lips try to reach your own. You clenched around him each time he pushed in. And god did he love watching himself pull out to watch you grip, your juices coating his member. And when you were left empty he watched as you pulsate trying desperately to find him. The look of it.. fuck he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but to give your tight fit exactly what it wanted “ahh~ lord.. I’m so close~” he whispered against your lips. He knew if his parents seen him now he’d be grounded for god knows how long but Jesus you drove him crazy the way you sucked him back in.

-“virgin? Well that’s alright darlin! Me too! We can learn together!” What he doesn’t know is you’ll have him sucked in, he can’t escape. Not that’s it’s bad. But he becomes addicted. Ever since the you told him, all he’s had on his mind is you gripping him so tightly, your warmth and softness. He’s like a rabid little bunny. But he does keep it to himself, he wants to be gentle with you, sweet and attentive the very first time. You both wanna make sure the other is comfortable.

-he finds it cute when he touches you and you practically moan. Because.. he does the same thing. You touch the back of his neck? He’s shuddering and moaning at the way your fingertips softly lingered. He loves when you you lay him down on his bed, lifting his shirt to kiss around his belly button, your lips lingering against his slight bright blonde happy trail. And he does the same to you, his lips tracing every inch of your body until he reaches between your thighs “mmm.. can I?” He asks gently “well I’ve never done this before so if it’s bad.. I’m sorry” he looks up at your with puppy dog eyes, making sure you know he’s just never done this. When you give the okay, he gentle.. but he can’t help himself when he tastes you, he’s immediately got your legs over his shoulders, and he’s making you squirm and scream. He’s very proud of himself. He’s not much of a tease but he tries to when he gets in the mood

“Well don’t you look awfully pretty” he mutters in your ear, watching the blush creep onto your cheek and you squirm in the place you sat. He’s not the greatest at teasing but hey he tries. And he makes sure you both learn one step at a time.

-but once he’s had it once…. There ain’t no going back. He’s like a wild dog off its leash.

Im sick.. and I’m feeling.. in the mood. I love them. I want them.

[parkaplayboy]

main 4 + butters trying to court you HCs!

warnings: mentions of puking (stan), marijuana mention (stan) all characters are 18+ ! gender neutral reader !

Kenny McCormick

he's a nervous wreck.

when he flirts with people it usually just a one-time fling, nothing serious.

so when you pop into his life, he doesn't know what to do with himself

he's never felt this serious about anyone before

it almost angers him from the absolute chokehold you have this man in.

"I'm fucking Kenny McCormick! The original flirt! So why the hell can't I talk to them"

after every fumble he usually ends up in stan's room to sulk yet again.

stan finds it amusing to see him fumble so often

he tries so, so hard to maintain his usual air of confidence, but every time he talks to you he starts to flounder

"heyyyy, hot stuff.. you.. uh *cough* you come here often?"

it's kind of endearing to see the way he trips over his own feet to come over and talk to you

has actually face planted directly in front of you one more than one occasion

the boys rip on him ENDLESSLY for it.

he may not have much money, but what he lacks in funds he makes up in experience.

he will offer to tag along with you for even the most mundane tasks

"Ken, I'm just going to the hardware store." "What you meant to say is we are just going to the hardware store."

fiddles with the hem of his parka when he gets shy

god forbid you flirt with him. he CANNOT handle it

the poor boy damn near passed out the first time you kissed him.

Stan Marsh

for the most part he's level headed

until you fluster him too much.

the first time you flirted back he projectile vomited all over his own shoes.

he tries to make up for what he lacks in the words department with gifts.

if you smoke weed he will steal some from Randy's farm and give it to you

if that's not your thing, he will buy you trinkets and say "i saw this and thought of you"

he will invite you to band practice and not so subtly "serenade" you

kenny heckles him when he does this.

he will offer to teach you how to play guitar as an excuse to see you

when he finally decides to formally ask you out, it would most likely be when you guys are hanging out 1-1

he doesn't like grand gestures nor the pressure of other people in the room

Kyle Broflovski

hands down the most romantic out of the group

he'll buy you all the cliche romantic gifts

however he's not very good at flirting.. nor receiving compliments. not in person at least.

he gets flustered very easily

HOWEVER ! he found a loop hole :3

he may not be good at words when it comes to being face to face with you, but that doesn't mean he can't write down his thoughts.

which brings me to my next point !

he will leave letters for you to find!

kyle decorated the envelopes like a cliche anime confession note

eric has yet to let him live it down.

he's definitely big on grand gestures!

when he asks you out he'd do it in a romantic spot

the top of the ferris wheel, during your favorite band's concert, etc

he wants to do it big !

Eric Cartman

I hate to say it.

but he becomes more of an asshole than usual

but not in the mean way if that makes sense?

he just generally becomes a grade A nuisance

eric is definitely one of those guys that think teasing = flirting

he's not too big on gifts (besides snacks) but if he does get you something, he will try to make it seem like the smallest deal possible.

"yeah, yeah, whatever, it was on sale. don't cry over it or I'll take it back"

deep down really likes it when you get excited because it makes him feel like he did a good job

circling back to the snacks thing!

he truly views food as the sixth love language

he won't ask you directly, but he will try hard to figure out your favorite foods so he can buy/give them to you

first time he has you over for dinner he begs his mom to make your favorite meal

he sends you memes daily,

it gets to the point where he's basically just sending his entire fyp to you

speaking of which !

when he asks you out, he will use one of those shitty text block memes that say smth like "we should hold hands in the burger king parking lot"

(its also a self protection method because if you said no he could pretend it was just the meme)

Butters Stotch

this boy is too nervous to ask you out, i'm afraid

you will infact have to make the first move

however!

he's such a sweetheart

he will always walk you home

butters will offer his coat to you even if you have your own

"Butters for one, I have my own coat, for two its not even raini-" "You can never be too bundled up!"

like stan, he physically cannot handle affection.

he gets nose bleeds every time he gets flustered because he blushes like a tomato

he has to start carrying around a tiny pack of tissues when you two hang out

you MUST be direct with this man.

he will not pick up on the fact that you're flirting unless you spell it out to him

the first time you flirted with him was when you were hanging out with him and the main four guys.

you said something flirty right before they dropped you off but he didn't have a single clue

"Butters. what the hell was that?!" "Well wh'dya mean, eric?" "Did you seriously not pick up on the fact that they were flirting with you?" "Th-they WHAT??"

~~~~~

a/n: how obvious is it that kenny is my fav...

[senbbonzakura]

Hey can you do a main 3 w/most toxic dating traits??

stan + kyle w most toxic dating traits

🗯️ tw : just angsty i guess

💭 a/n : ofc! had to do some research on this one,,,, also i didnt do kenny because i had literally no idea what to give him :( i hope you understand and still like it!

Stan :

this one is obvious af but jealousy

like deadass. this man has such heavy jealousy issues

doesnt matter if its just a friend hes jealous of

he knows he shouldnt be jealous of a friend, but he cant help it ☹️

back on the jealousy, its so bad to the point where he might just breakdown and ignore you for a while if he sees u with someone else

its not jealousy in itself tho.. hes just afraid you will leave him for someone better than him. is sooo scared of abandonment

kinda like "what if she leaves me??? i need to ignore her for a while so i can get used to not being with her just in case" mindset

and trust me. reassurance wont help him. maybe it might just make him feel secure for a while, but its NOT for long. its over the second he sees u being happier with someone else

thats why its hard to keep up wit him bc on one hand u want to hang out with your friends but you dont want to hurt him yk

Kyle :

uhhh ermmm silent treatment dare i say

sometimes when u piss him off he just ignores u for a while..

he needs to calm down because he doesnt want to go too hard on you yk

sometimes he does tho and its another toxic thing abt him

when he gets mad he gets mad.

doesnt know when to stop if he already gets into it.

sorry anger issues core

yk how some people still fight even if u wanna end the fight

hes kinda like that

though hes really mad at HIMSELF after a rough fight after he realizes that he went too far

will apologize to you in the sweetest way after

[hunnysnoops]

ミ★ 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒦𝓎𝓁𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓋𝓈𝓀𝒾 𝐻𝒞𝓈 ★彡

(+some general)

MASTERLIST

Doesn’t crush often but when he does, he crushes hard

Hot take- we would not choose a study date as a first date

^ I see him as the kinda guy who dates with a long term goal in mind and would want to get to know someone well off the bat

^ Bro is not messing around- he would want a first date where the two of you talk a lot and he can get to know you before committing

^I think his ideal first date would be a movie then a cafe/restaurant. Movie first so there’s a couple hours to ease the awkward first date tension and then coffee/food to talk about the movie and eventually branch the conversation out

He sends those cryptic texts like “be alert…” when there was mugging in town or something

Tags you in every post he sees. You’ll wake up and check social media to thirty messages in your inbox and they’re all from Kyle

The kinda guy to be like “Did you look at the post I sent you about the guy at the bus stop?”

Got his account banned on Twitter and went absolutely ballistic while you tried to calm him down

Runs Hay Day like it’s the navy

Definitely the type to be hooked on his phone until it dies and then complain that you’re on yours “Bro, let’s just talk about the political and economic state of the world right now…”

This might be another hot take but I don’t think he would want a childish partner, he want to be your boyfriend not your dad

^Having to zip up your coat, tie your shoelaces, or cut your food- I don’t think he would mind doing it a couple times but repeating offences would irritate him

Not big on pet names

^ I think he would be one to call you ‘bro’ ‘man’ and ‘dude’ a lot just out of habit but would probably just call you an abbreviation of your name if anything

^ perhaps babe on very rare occasion

HATES PDA

^ I fear I may have many hot takes in this post

^He would be pretty touchy in private but in public? Hell no

^ talks shit about couples who can’t keep their hands off each other in public and absentmindedly wrinkles his nose in disgust

^ the only PDA he would accept is hand holding or a quick hug

Calls and FaceTimes you out of the blue but will immediately hang up if you’re busy or with other people and call back later

He is either the most sound sleeper ever or he wakes up at the drop a pin- either way, he always ends up slinging his lanky arms around you

He’s weirdly good with hair and would have no problem braiding yours or styling it

Super supportive aspiration wise

^ sports games? He’s the loudest in the crowd. Theatre? He’s on the edge of his seat watching. Art? He’s looking at your creations like they’re in a museum.

If you have bad habits (smoking, drinking, etc.) he would try to ease you out of them but if that fails it would definitely cause conflict in the relationship

Has his moments where he snaps at you

Fights wouldn’t be often but they would be big

He would enjoy playful banter and someone who challenges him to improve

I think he would enjoy a lot of the lower beats of the relationship like staying in to watch movies, cooking together, walking and talking, silently enjoying each others company, etc.

He posts Instagram carrousels and every single one has a picture of you in it

Doesn’t even entertain people who try to flirt with him “No, thanks.” “I’m dating someone.” “I’m good.”

Shows you Reddit posts and complains about how obviously fake they are

Gets irritated by bad acting in movies “He called her Courtney Dove, fucking idiot.” “Why does she chew like that?” “Her accent sounds fake.”

Has a secret TikTok account and doesn’t know that you watch his videos on a fake account

He is well aware of rage bait but it still makes him mad because so many people fall for it so he’ll end up commenting anyways

Easily jealous

^ if he sees you talking to another guy he doesn’t trust he’ll insert himself into the conversation and pretend he knows what’s going on

Checks up on you a lot

^ He just has to know that you're okay, he has to be sure that you're safe and that if something were to happen, you would call him without thinking twice.

He wants to communicate but he’s lowkey really bad at it and can’t get in an argument with you without yelling

I imagine him as a runner

^ he’ll probably run to your house at ungodly hours, drink some water, give you a kiss, and keep running

^also lovvvves to show you his stats

He’s really good at cooking and always takes control when you two are cooking/baking together

Didn’t want to dress up on Halloween but you ultimately coerced him into doing a corny couples costume

Has a longer skincare routine than you do

He’s one of those guys to pretend to hate the reality shows and soap operas that you watch- he’ll peak from his phone, then stand from behind the couch and then he’s fully invested in the plot

[halliestinks]

Random silly texts between the main 4 (PT 3!!)

a/n: made another one of these cuz I have no motivation to finish the request i’m currently working on 🤗 (part 1) (part 2)

stan marsh

kyle broflovski

kenny mccormick

eric cartman

[dreamsofbroflovski]

Hii!! I love your work sm, and you write so well. I was wondering if you could write something for Kyle 🙏🙏 Something smutty if possible 🤭 I'm not too picky, and I don't have anything specific in mind. It's totally fine if you can't, though!! Have an amazing day/night, take care of yourself, and I hope you're doing well <3

i see my giant thought transmission antenna i have in my roof is working properly. are we all just using 'shitter' alongside cartman and alec baldwin huh

because i was literally already writing for Kyle when i got this request sjkdkjsdkjsdkjsdikj so indeed i COULD write for him

i've been doing well. classes have started again (which means nowadays between 1 to 4 PST is prime 'yapping on phone' time because some of those classes can get pretty boring). it's been a little hard for me physically due to the disability but i'm glad to be doing something.

anyways, here it is! i'm aware it's a bit different from what i usually write, but i hope it's fire enough anyway. hope y'all have a great day/night too!

Kyle Broflovski x Reader - vodka, peach snapps, orange & cranberry juice

Also available on ao3!

Summary: Kyle Broflovski hated the beach. The sun, the sand, the sea, the people, nothing about it appealed to him. So, when you take him on a trip to one, he's not amused at all.

There might be something in there for the both of you, though, when he decides to remind you what happens when you upset him.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Smut, Established Relationship, Public Sex, Beach Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Prone Bone position, Doggy Style, Possessive Behavior, Angry Sex, Arguing, Kyle just being an asshole

A/N: okay so! if anyone is confused about beach vibes in march, i'm in the southern hemisphere and it's hot AF in here because it's still summer. so i figured i might as well drag my favourite guy to suffer through the heat with me, as a final goodbye to bright sunny days and this table fan i have turned on 24/7 in front of the computer

kyle is such an asshole in this one it was hard to write the argument. i might just put him on a sex ban and focus on other characters for a bit (oh who am i kidding i love this ginger if he appears to me on a vision i'm definitely running right back to him)

it's a bit different from my usual work, but i hope you guys like it!

“Do we really have to do this?”

Because of course those had to be the first words that left your boyfriend’s mouth as soon as he settled on the driver’s seat beside you, the door not even fully closed before he voiced his complaint, like a child that reeeeeally doesn’t wanna go to the doctor instead of a grown-ass man on vacation.

You and Kyle had decided to go on a road trip to the beach during the first weeks of autumn. It wasn’t exactly prime vacation time - but it was when you two managed to get away from your jobs simultaneously to go on this trip, the rental places were cheaper, and global warming was slowly making sure all seasons felt like summer anyway, which meant it was still decently hot and proper beach temperature.

Unfortunately, another thing that had been scorching ever since you arrived at the place was Kyle’s temper. The reluctant way with which he accepted your trip idea - not that he had much of a choice, since he was the one who chose the last place you went to, and fair’s fair - should’ve been a warning sign, but careful negative comments and and sure, whatevers shifted into outright complaints upon arrival, and even though it was only your first day around, he already didn’t seem keen on anything that involved leaving the Airbnb.

“Kyle, we hardly even got here,” you responded while you both buckled in your seatbelts, “Of course we gotta see the sea!”

In spite of his complaints, he still started the car, continuing to talk while looking over his shoulder as he pulled out of the driveway of the rental. “We have a pool at the house. You could swim there! Clean water, no people…”

“It’s not just the swimming, baby, it’s the vibes! Sunny days like these practically beg for the beach!”

“Or we could’ve gone camping instead,” the mere mention of the concept seemed to bring a happier intonation to Kyle’s voice, but it got snuffed out quickly once he realized it was not the reality he was living in. “The weather’s also great for that right now!”

“We went camping a few months ago,” you reminded him, conveniently forgetting to add that the concept of a forest and insects and sleeping in a tent did not appeal to you at all in this hot weather. “It’s good to have variety.”

His response to that was a nonsensical grumble about the concept of ‘variety’, possibly to give himself some time to pick apart your argument in his mind, his eyes squinting both from anger and from trying to make out the road with the sun shining on the windshield. 

“I really don’t understand what it is that people like so much about the beach.” Well, that wasn’t exactly a direct counter to the case you were making, but if those were the straws his mind was giving for him to grasp at in this fight, then by God was he going to do so. “I mean, what is there to like?”

Ugh, the way he placed that question. Like something he was legitimately intrigued by, expecting an honest train of thought to understand - but years of knowing Kyle, both as friend and lover, taught you to recognize the traps he laid when he had a point to prove; whatever answer you gave, no matter how elaborate and efficient, or even if you decided to stay completely silent, it would be picked apart and analyzed in a way that particularly fit the concept he already had created in his mind. It was smart, and absolutely worked, but being on the receiving end of it had to be one of the most annoying things in creation.

Yet you just had to, this time. Knowing what was coming your way, you walked right into it, armed only with outstanding patience and love for him. “It’s relaxing,” you responded with a small shrug, “Come on, Kyle. Can’t you imagine it? Laying down in the sand, listening to the waves, warming up under the sun…”

Just as you trailed off in your genuine explanation, painting a picture of it in your mind’s eye, he laughed sarcastically. “Relaxing!” He shook his head to himself, “What’s relaxing about getting sand stuck everywhere and swimming in dirty, disgusting-ass water? Do you know just what goes in the sea every single day? It’s all bacteria, sewage, oil and dead stuff at the bottom. And people pee in there all the time.”

Wow, way to throw a bucket of cold water in your daydreams. “Eeh… People don’t usually think about that, no.”

“Of course they’d rather not.” He scoffed. “Because if they did, then nobody would go to the beach, and all those overpriced houses would lose value.”

“It’s a pretty environment,” you pointed out, “Just seeing things feels nice too, you know.”

“Ah yeah, because nothing screams beauty like dozens of half-naked people breaded in sand and salt water hanging out in the sun.”

“Some people are into that,” you shrugged, “You could chill out a bit too.” 

“And this thing!” Completely ignoring what you said and continuing his tirade, he gestured with his right hand encompassing your whole body. “Where did you buy something like this? The sex shop?”

Now it felt like you were getting to the root of the problem Kyle had. It had come up once or twice back at the house - actually, it surprised you that he hadn’t picked a bigger fight about it earlier; you liked to think that it was because he was too smitten to talk. But, now that you were actually wearing it to go out, it was like the situation clicked in his brain. “It’s not that small.” You looked down at the bikini you were wearing. It was new, and surely it might be smaller than what the conservative hicks back at your hometown were accustomed to, but it wasn’t by any means an affront to modesty. It covered everything that needed covering and kept in place what needed keeping, not to mention it was absolutely cute.

However, it was clear that all meant very little to your boyfriend. “You’re wearing basically nothing!” He insisted, making some more grandiose gestures with his arm towards nothing, maneuvering the steering wheel with only his left hand. If he wasn’t raging, that move would’ve been absolutely sexy. “You had a great swimsuit before! What happened to that?”

“I’m not wearing a one-piece to tan, Kyle! The markings are not gonna look good!”

Bzzzt. Wrong answer. “What markings? Look good to WHO?”

This was one of those times where your boyfriend’s lifelong experience with road rage served him well. Because if anyone else was in his position, visibly fuming like he was, the car most certainly would’ve swerved. “To myself! And you’re gonna like them too, Kyle, you’ll see.”

“I already like how you look!”

“Then you’re gonna like me after that too! And also, it’s healthy.”

He shook his head, putting his other hand back on the wheel. “I just hope you know what you’re doing. People get skin cancer doing that sort of thing, you know.” He shuddered and his knuckles turned white as he held a firmer grip, as if terrified by this scenario his own paranoid mind created.

 This time, the buzzer rang for his words instead. Frowning, you put one hand on his shoulder - not as a way to comfort him, but to grab his attention in the manner of a warning. “Don’t even joke about that.”

That more serious tone you used seemed to have gotten to him, a slight frown forming as he actually considered the words that left his mouth possibly without thinking.  “Look, I’m sorry. But I’m not joking! It happens!”

Your fingers dug more onto his skin, as if physically giving emphasis to what you were saying. “A few days of tanning isn’t gonna do that to me!” 

“Well, maybe we should avoid it just in case,” he shrugged lightly, “You know, go back home. Chill there.”

A deep, prolonged huff left your throat, as if you were physically exhausted. This was becoming ridiculous, and you were sure it wouldn’t get better if you kept feeding into it. So you decided to deploy the secret weapon - the one thing that was sure to stop this argument with your boyfriend, to get him right where it hurt.

“You’re acting like your cousin, Kyle.”

Quiet as a church mouse the rest of the way there.

However, in spite of the graveyard-like silence that held him back from voicing complaints, as soon as the both of you got out of the car, it clearly took everything in Kyle’s power not to push you right back inside and drive far away from anything beach-related. Whether you were aware of it or not, your body looked fantastic in your new bikini; with every step you took, men were turning their heads to you like sunflowers to the brightest star - with your very infuriated boyfriend right on your heel shooting them all glares that could also burn just as much as it did.

After not much deliberation and with very quick steps - because Kyle was absolutely frantic and scrambling to settle down before anyone else could get their eyes on you -, you both found an empty spot near some tall rock formations, with not many people around since it didn’t provide much of a decent access to the sea.

“I’m not gonna get any sun in here, baby,” you complained as you pointed to the rocks, which made the sand beneath your feet much more pleasant to stand on with the shadow they cast.

“Well, you’ll just have to make do,” he retorted gruffly, already in the middle of opening his beach chair and setting it on the ground with a bit too much force compared to what was required to do so.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to just let him have this. There was still a decent spot with sun for you to lay on, which was where you put down your beach towel, and hopefully chilling out alone and listening to the ocean might mellow Kyle’s temper enough for him to agree to move to the more open areas later on.

With all your belongings properly placed - a task made more time-consuming than necessary due to Kyle meticulously calculating the positioning of the beach umbrella so it would constantly create the biggest amount of shade from any position of the sun -, you both were free to finally enjoy, or morosely partake in, your bright afternoon out. And you came to find that even your boyfriend’s little fit had done little to dampen your spirits; by the time you were sat, relatively protected of the oh-so-annoying sand by the fabric of your towel, the sour moods had been all but washed away, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment. Even the man seemed less grumpy, seated in his chair with a bottle of ice-cold water at his side and a nice huge book in his lap, sheltered from the UV radiation by the trusty colorful umbrella.

In preparation for your sunbathing time, you took the bottle of sunscreen and spread it around the parts of your body that you were able to reach - arms, chest, legs and face, all properly covered, but still in a way that your skin could still tan. That left just your back without any protection. “Kyle…” Turning your face to him, you called out in a higher-pitched tone, one that you’d used with him quite a few times in the course of your relationship and that by now he had also learned to associate with trouble.

It took him a few seconds to acknowledge your voice and lift his own face up, almost as if he was expecting you to give up or for there to be another person with his name to take the problem for themselves. “Need anything?” He eventually asked, one eyebrow arched above the upper line of the reading glasses perched on his nose.

You lifted the bottle of sunscreen and shook it to draw his line of sight. “Can’t reach my back,” you responded using that same cutesy pleading voice, laying on your stomach while still keeping your eyes on him. “Help me here? Pleeeease?”

For a moment, you could almost see a tiny angel and devil in Kyle’s shoulders battling against each other - his ever-present proclivity to be a good boyfriend and help you out with whatever you needed versus the current desire he had to tell you to eat shit and let you burn yourself under the relentless rays while he chilled in the shade. Luckily for you, the angel did eventually win - whether by legitimate concern or by a lingering awareness that he was still willing to get laid that night, after all - and with a tired sigh, he let go of his book, took off his glasses and got up from his seat, grabbing your sunscreen and settling behind you, knees on the sand on the sides of each of your legs.

Hearing the tiny sound of the bottle cap opening, you closed your eyes, letting yourself relax while your boyfriend did his thing. Even though it was expected, never could you truly be prepared for the full-body shudder that coursed through you when the cold sunscreen hit your already sun-warmed back; but your boyfriend’s hands were already on the case, spreading the liquid into a shiny thin layer on your skin. A gentle pressure accompanied his slow movements, almost like a massage, an image enhanced by the small circles Kyle drew with his thumbs as his palms drifted around. Unnecessary to the work he was doing, but very much appreciated.

During a minute or two, that was all there was to it - Kyle silently rubbing around the sunscreen on your skin with determined concentration while you nearly dozed off, your arms crossed under your head for a makeshift pillow, crashing waves and faraway chirping birds providing a relaxing background noise that seemed straight from one of those ‘Meditation Music’ videos on Youtube. What prevented you from getting completely distracted was the steady increase in pressure you noticed as his hands made their way to the lower half of your body, not nearly enough to be uncomfortable, but certainly placed there with more purpose than it started off as. You could even swear his breathing had gotten a little heavier once he had reached your waist, fingers lingering at your sides just a little bit longer than necessary with an unintentional tickle before continuing their descent.

Until you couldn’t deny it anymore. Once he got to the base of your spine, he was definitely taking deep breaths through his nose and pressing down on your body almost as if he was making an active attempt on pinning you down rather than just holding you. His thumbs pressed down on your lower back, filling in the faint dimples there, before both hands moved even lower, grazing the fat of your ass before moving to the sides to get to your hips.

Then you figured you had to say something. Between the extra pressure, his dragged-out exhales and the fact that he was basically feeling you up in public, there was something abnormal about the way he was acting, which went past mere ‘just helping out with sunscreen’ behaviour. “Baby? Is everything alright?”

The surprise caused by the break in quietude would’ve caused anyone else to flinch and take their hands away from the situation altogether - but Kyle did the opposite, finger pads pressing down on your flesh further at the sound of your voice. “Yeah,” why did his voice sound lower now? “I’m just doing what you asked me to do here. Nothing wrong with that.”

“I know, it’s just…” This time, you cut yourself off. Considering that he was finally being cooperative, you weren’t about to start yet another pointless argument if you could avoid it. Besides, he wasn’t doing anything wrong or that you didn’t like; his hands always felt amazing on your body, in any context, so all opportunities to get a bit of that were appreciated. If both of you were getting something out of this, then the trip had been worth the money spent.

Satisfied with your compliance, he hummed sharply in agreement before turning his attention to your body again, this time making no attempts to hide the way his hands grabbed at your ass instead of just rubbing on it like he was doing before. Figuring you might as well help a man out, you giggled as you lifted it off the ground the tiniest bit - but still clearly noticeable, considering the low growl he emitted before squeezing tight on both cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them together like his own twisted entertainment.

His palms wandered more and you expected him to go for your thighs this time, maybe paw at the soft flesh and watch everything jiggle. But he surprised you yet again when his dominant hand trailed inward instead, tracing the edge of your bikini bottoms, over your ass and lower still - until he reached your covered center. Your breath hitched at the press of his fingertips, relaxed eyes opening wide. 

Whatever doubt you might’ve had about that particular action being deliberate, any suggestion that maybe he just had gotten distracted looking at your body and struck gold by accident, was out the window when two fingertips pressed firmly over your core, as if trying to get inside of you through the barrier of your bikini; not getting very far in that specific mission, but enough for your boyfriend to show he knew what he was doing. With a slow movement that didn’t lose the intensity of the pressure, he then dragged those same fingers to hook at the edge of the fabric, pulling it to the side.

The moment of silence that followed seemed to scream Kyle’s thoughts straight into your brain. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know that he was unabashedly staring; the gaze of those darkened olive eyes burning into the lower half of your body could even tan you itself. His other hand pulled your cheek to the side a bit, giving him a better view of your cunt, glistening with a film of your arousal that had built up from his earlier touches and the proximity of his body. The effect he had on you, physically manifested.

That hand he still had on your ass then took to the job of tugging your bottoms further away from what they were supposed to cover while his fingers dipped between your folds, moving along your slit with a small wet noise that at that moment seemed louder than the very sea. Your eyes shut tight again when he breached your center, getting only to the first knuckle before retreating slowly, a move that appeared to tease him just as much as it did you.

Maybe you should say something, your possibly much more refined awareness of your environment told you. The lack of other people passing by might’ve allowed Kyle to forget that you were still at the beach, and silence plus relative privacy plus being half-naked equaled a perfect opportunity. It was up to you to be responsible, even if it meant dealing with a bit of his embarrassment for a while and depriving yourself of his touch. “Baby, maybe we should…”

“What?” The loud snarl had you startled. His tone was very much alert - this man had not been distracted. “A guy can’t even touch his own girlfriend anymore?”

You didn’t think you even understood what that was about. But clearly, he was still mad. “What? Kyle, it’s not like that…”

“It is like that!” The tone he used to bite back at you, stopping your train of thought, could probably cut through steel. All of a sudden, both his hands were planted at the sides of your head, supporting his body as he hovered dangerously over yours. Now it was his hips that were outright grinding on you, pressing his cock insistently against your ass, and his next words were punctuated by sharp hisses between his teeth. “You put on this fucking thing just to… To show off to everyone… All those motherfuckers staring at your body... While I can’t even touch you… Want me to sit here… Watching you… Like a fucking idiot…”

Only the feeling of him like this, babbling his frustrations away while rutting into you like a wild animal, was sufficient for your judgement to start clouding. You didn’t know what to do. He was as hard as he could possibly get already, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks, and you just knew it hadn’t been a recent development caused by his little massage alone. The idea that he might’ve been fighting his own arousal from the first moment he saw you in your beach ensemble, hiding behind his anger to deny his dirty thoughts amidst the petty arguing, was exhilarating - and to burst that bubble, even if it was the more rational thing to do given the public setting, would be such a waste. 

“It’s not like that at all…” Your repetition came off more stupid than you intended it to, fingers curling into the beach towel and grabbing a handful of soft sand through the cotton in the flimsiest tether to your good judgement. That same sand was spilling over the towel with the movements of your bodies, sticking to your skin. “I didn’t wanna make you mad…”

“It doesn’t fucking matter… You did,” he lowered himself to his elbows without stopping his grinding, lean chest just an inch or two from touching your back, caging you in even more.

“Just tell me what you want from me,” well, now it just felt like you were stalling time. His thick hardness pressing against your behind felt amazing, every movement of his hips feeling like a promise of a wonderful time for the both of you despite the tense atmosphere. “Tell me so I can help us out…”

“Telling you didn’t work earlier,” his voice got deeper, “I’ll just fucking show you.”

The rutting motions stopped. Swiftly, he lifted himself up and away from you, going back to the kneeling position he started out in, and you turned your head as much as possible to look over your shoulder and see him staring down at you intensely. He didn’t break line of sight on your face as his hands undid the string of his swim trunks, loosening them enough for him to pull the waistband down and take his cock out, giving it a couple tentative strokes.

Alright, he was definitely out of it now. Kyle Broflovski, ever prim and proper, who had taken his sweet ass time warming up to PDA and avoided talking about your sex life with his friends at all because he valued privacy that much - that Kyle was about to fuck you on a public beach in broad daylight because you had pushed the green-eyed monster inside of him to its limits. And now it was loose to attack.

“Kyle, we’re… we’re in public,” you tried to warn him, eyes moving around as if they’d capture anything else in your surroundings from the precarious position you were in. All you could see, though, was the vast sand, your little set of items you brought, and Kyle touching himself without a care in the world.

“Yes, and?” Another small wet sound began filling your ears again - this time, that of his precum spreading over his cock with the movement of his hand.

It was clear he did not give a fuck. You wondered, even, if you should. “What if someone sees us?”

“Then that’s their luck,” he responded plainly, “What, do you have an issue with other people knowing who you actually belong to?”

The way your heart raced in that moment was somewhat suspect in its meaning. Even if you were terrified of getting caught and facing the consequences, there was no denying the thrill of the entire situation, the rush of excitement that set your veins alight just from the prospect of getting so thoroughly taken by Kyle without a single thought to give to the world around you. Having your pleasure mean more than decency or morals or the law itself; return to those usually repressed primal instincts which always made for an electrifying reminder that, at the end of the day, humans were still animals. 

Relenting, but still with the last hint of shame that your logical mind didn’t shake off, you shook your head and planted your face on the beach towel, trying to hide the reddish tint that burned through all of it now - but there was no way to hide from him the fresher coat of arousal that dripped from your exposed cunt with the image his words painted in your mind.

“That’s what I thought,” he rasped, but there was an undertone of satisfaction, the proof that you were on the same wavelength as him on this matter chipping away at his anger, just a tad. 

The wet sound ceased and you felt the weight of his cock resting on your lower back while both his hands took the sides of your bikini bottoms and pulled them down slowly, until they were at your knees. Your attempt at lifting up your hips or legs to assist on that action were met with Kyle stopping altogether to press your body down - understanding that your movement was not required or appreciated, you stopped trying.

Once your panties were off, you felt the weight of his cock resting on your lower back, another small drop of his precum landing on your skin, before your boyfriend manually nestled himself between your cheeks and moved it slowly, tracing the line from your tailbone to your entrance. His non-dominant hand got hold on one side of your ass and spread it to the best of his ability to give him a better view of your cunt, while the other kept a firm grip on his dick.

“Fuck, I love you so much…” His barely audible declaration sounded most absurd amidst the little squelching noises that were being drawn again with Kyle beginning to rub the head of his cock around your entrance, coating the angry tip in a mixture of both your arousals. 

“I love you too… Kyle, please, just-”

Your attempt at calling out to him was interrupted once more with a scoff. “Oh, so now you want me, huh?” The sarcastic complaint was accompanied by him giving your ass a few taps with his cock, knowing exactly how he was getting to you. “Couldn’t have thought of that before you decided to make me mad, now could you?”

Well, for all of his complaining, he surely didn’t seem like he was willing to wait much longer, either. Thankfully, Kyle was rarely a tease - someone as short-tempered as him never took kindly to wasting time -, so it was just a few more seconds before he was pushing inside of your warmth with a prolonged grunt that seemed to bleed off every drip of impatience he had bottled up the past couple of minutes.

“Thank you… Thank you,” you murmured pathetically as his girth filled you up, the tension in your body caused by the expectation easing away with every inch.

You felt his hips pressing down on your ass before he did answer, forcing himself as far as he could go on your cunt, which, given his length, was a lot. “We could’ve been doing this the whole time back home… But no, you had to go and be such a bitch.”

That type of language should’ve earned him a good talking right back - especially since it was abnormal to him. Kyle was more into the praise section of his vocabulary when it came to you, so it needed to reach extreme levels of worked-up before he began really calling you names. At that moment, though, he could’ve referred to you by whatever goddamn word he fancied; because he had started moving inside of you, setting a steady pace immediately, and the way he reached deep inside you always managed to put out any argumentative fire you might have going on, leaving only the heat of passion.

“My bitch, though, right?” The almost full weight of his torso was suddenly down on yours - he was laying over you completely, chest flush against your back while he spoke near your ear. “Even when you’re acting like that… You’re still mine…”

You hummed in agreement, but considering the hard thrust that shook your entire body and had your cervix bruising, it wasn’t good enough an answer. “All yours,” the words seemed to quiver as they left your mouth, “Do what you want to me… Please…”

“Exactly,” he nodded against your shoulder even though you couldn’t see it, “And I will.”

Pearly white teeth sank down on the crook of your neck, making you squeal and leaving a reddish mark, before moving to your nape and tugging at the string of your bikini, yanking undone the small bow you had made to secure it while his hands simultaneously did the same to the knot behind your back. Soon your cute little top laid loose on the beach towel, your breasts squishing on top of the fabric without being constrained by it. They weren’t free for long, though - Kyle’s hands took to that job, being shoved under your chest and grabbing the perky flesh with a firm grasp that mirrored the roughness he used to pound into you.

“Much better… Much fucking better,” he growled, “Should’ve done this a while ago… Get rid of this fucking thing…”

His fingers dug so deeply into the soft skin that even his very short nails were managing to leave the shallowest indents on it, to be accompanied by bruises you’d only see building up hours later back home. Your ass jiggled with every hit of his hips as he thrusted, that thick cockhead absolutely bullying your sweet spot, your arousal coating his base as your cunt gushed even more. Whatever he was running his mouth off about died down as nips and quick kisses were peppered on your shoulders and the back of your neck, making you shiver and your breath hitch with electric goosebumps.

Fuck, did his weight and his hands on you feel amazing. Yes, he had you completely caged in under his body and unable to make any movement, completely at his mercy, but never had you felt more free. It felt like he was everywhere - warming up every inch of your skin, massaging every silky ridge of your walls, talking to your very mind when he whispered in your ear. Even your eyesight seemed to capture him in every aspect of your environment, conjuring images of a face and body it couldn’t see at that moment but which had been living in your heart ever since the first moment you saw it.

When under him, your whole world was Kyle. The pleasure he brought, the love he had, even his fury - nothing made sense if he wasn’t there to give it to you.

Overwhelmed with equal parts love and lust, your body began to tense again in a way that had nothing and everything to do with the weight placed over it. You were getting close, letting out small whines and squirming from the pleasure buildup, barely managing to move much under Kyle. But whatever movement you did have was noticeable - both your twitches and your constant squeezing around his cock told him what he needed to know.

Through his labored breathing, you could basically hear the slight smirk when he spoke to you again. “You’re close, aren’t you? Gonna cum for me, (Y/N)?”

Apparently, you were at a point where you’d only be granted the great blessing of coherent speech if it was to answer his questions. “Yes, Kyle, fuck yes, I-”

A sudden emptiness, like your whole physical body had been hollowed. Right as you called out your nearing orgasm, Kyle pulled out almost completely, keeping just the tip inside and stilling for a moment, his hands leaving your breasts so that he could lift himself on his forearms for adequate support.

“No, you won’t.”

Your immediate reaction, either a complaint or a whine, became little more than a choked sound from your throat once he placed that simple statement. He hadn’t lost his tempo - he never does that -, he hadn’t slipped; that was a calculated move.

“Not until you say it.” The shallowest of thrusts accompanied his speaking now, barely dipping his cockhead in and out of your begging entrance, teasing it with empty promises of bringing back the depth it basically screamed for. “Apologize for your bullshit.”

Though in other scenarios you might’ve asked for a bit more clarification on what your boyfriend meant, there was no time for such discussion in that specific moment; not with the little kisses from his tip distracting you, making your walls flutter stupidly around nothing as they missed the pressure on them. “I’m sorry,” you muttered almost absently, trying to channel all your focus into that sensation between your legs, taking whatever you could get out of it.

Given the way he clicked his tongue, that wasn’t enough. “Properly,” he insisted, “You have to tell me what you’re saying ‘sorry’ for. If you’ve truly learned your lesson, then it won’t be a problem.”

Trust and believe, you wanted to have learned it. Giving him what he wanted wouldn’t be an issue if you did. But everything had happened so fast - the bickering had worn you out, then the relaxing ambience of the beach and his touches on your body had fogged up your thoughts and made you forget what even the fight was about. All you knew is that you needed to apologize, appease him, if you wanted that release to be granted to you.

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted, “Kyle, I’m sorry… Just… Help me out here, please…” 

You weren’t sure if he would really dignify you with an explanation, considering how much he was making a point that you’d ‘learn your lesson’. However, Kyle was nothing if not impatient - he was struggling just as much as you, if not more, to keep edging the both of you like this, his whole cock throbbing with the need to have your cunt wrapped tight around it again. So, with a long sigh which emulated an annoyance that really didn’t reach his heart, he basically jumped at the opportunity to play teacher. 

“You pissed me the fuck off,” he finally stated, “You argued with me. Made me angry. Made comparisons I didn’t like. And then tried to act like nothing happened. But most of all…” 

A slight pressure on your back - shifting his weight to one arm, he pushed you down with the palm of his other hand, a tiny sample of the possessive cage he had you in earlier. “You let other people see what’s mine.” This last part seemed angrier than the rest of the explanation, as if it meant more in relation to everything else. “All those fucking guys staring. Eating you up with their eyes. You’re not supposed to be a sight for them. You’re mine.”

He spat those concepts related to other men like they personally hurt. Jealousy always managed to have a powerful hold on Kyle’s heart - his love for you and need to keep you close and protected becoming so overwhelming he couldn’t express them properly in situations he perceived as adverse -, and you’d seen it manifest into this deep sense of possessiveness a couple of times. Never before had it felt so real, though - like he’d do damn near anything to make sure everyone including yourself knew that anything related to your being belonged to him, that he was a threat to the world as long as anything tried to sullen your relationship.

And damned if you weren't going to help him. Because you wanted to be his. His protection made you feel safer than anything else, his presence soothed your pains and his love untangled your troubles until they were barely wisps, irrelevant in the wind. Also there was no denying that he was yours - a man that devoted could not belong to anyone else.

“You’re right, Kyle,” ah, those magical words that always had him a hundred times more willing to listen to whoever uttered them had to say. “I don’t need anybody’s attention, only yours… I’m sorry…”

“And are you gonna fucking listen to me from now on?” Another push on your back, like a nudge to continue speaking. “You’re gonna let me take care of you?”

“Always,” you were quick to answer, “You can do what you want… I need you…”

When he sighed and his hand left your skin, relief had washed over you, already anticipating the pleasure that surely was to follow. Yet, instead of pushing his cock fully inside again, he pulled away from you completely, straightening his posture and leaving you truly empty. You were about to lift yourself up to complain - you had done what he asked, goddamnit! Since when was he so mean? -, but all you managed was another squeal as he held your hips and pulled them up abruptly, your knees bending instinctively to accommodate the new position, leaving you face down ass up.

This time, there was no preparation before your boyfriend bottomed out in one strong thrust that almost made you lose balance, using his hold on your sides to pull you towards him, to meet halfway the speedy movements of his hips. This new position allowed him to fuck you even harder; the sounds of his skin slapping powerfully against yours could possibly be heard across the whole shoreline, and so could his wanton grunting and moaning. Your own frantic cries of pleasure were muffled by the beach towel, your face planted on it - if anyone else dared to hear them in their full glory, you’d have to move countries to escape the embarrassment.

That climax Kyle had denied you earlier was coming back with a vengeance, your whole body tighter than ever as if it had capitalized on the stress of denial. You swore you were able to feel the veins on his cock against your walls with how tight they were on him, and if you weren’t so focused on your own release, it would’ve brought a smidge of smug pride to your ego to know that he was definitely feeling it too.

“Fuuuuck… The things you do to me,” your boyfriend grunted behind you, thoughts from a brain that was swimming with desire being put into words. “Make me lose my damn mind… And I fucking love it.”

“I love you,” the little sentence came out downright desperate, “Kyle, please, I can’t wait anymore, I’m going to…”

“Do it.” Oh, the way he sounded when he was giving your orders. He was made for that role. And you were made to follow. “Show me what I do to you…”

Your whole body shook and you would have fallen if not for Kyle’s hold on your hips - the sun itself had come up to meet you as you came, boiling your veins with its warmth in a way that made everything in your skin spark with pleasurable fire. In a last burst of strength, you bucked your own hips back, ignoring Kyle’s pulls; and the way you deliberately moved dealt away with what little restraint he still had in him, his nails trying to claw at your skin as he also climaxed shortly after, thick loads of his seed spilling into you. His thrusting continued through it, fucking his cum into your cervix, painting it white as one last demonstration of possession - like the others, a very welcome one.

There was barely any time to bask in the afterglow, though. While you still tried to gather back your thoughts and calm down from your high, a thick fog of bliss mixing with the salty shoreline air that seemed to cover you completely, Kyle’s next actions were far more dynamic - you heard the rustle of the fabric as he pulled out and shoved himself back into his swim trunks, grunting like if physically pained when he quickly stood up, wobbling on his feet as if his limbs and brain hadn’t yet received their fill of the blood his racing heart pumped. Through unfocused eyes, you watched the blurry shape of his body tripping around in the sand while he scurried towards your stuff, those long legs of his not much more stable than stilts, carrying a spent body that refused to comply with the hurry its actions seemed to require.

“Uhm… Kyle?” You found it in yourself to ask, your voice still so weak it could’ve been overshadowed by the crashing of the waves. One of your arms stretched to the front of you, as if trying to grab at your boyfriend, who was already hastily shoving your few belongings back into the bag, definitely not in touching range. “What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving,” despite the firmness in his response that left no room for questioning, it was clear his vocal cords were also struggling to find strength to get the words out; he had left all of his energy inside of you with his orgasm, and was currently running on leftover anger, plus perhaps a little bit of panic.

After all that, the fight that was in you to get your sunbathing on and spending some relaxing time at the beach had vanished without a trace. You sat back on your heels and wrapped your naked, now sand-coated body with the beach towel like it was a protective blanket made out of whatever was left of your shame. Maybe you’d even have taken one more moment to collect yourself, but hurried callouts from your boyfriend had you quickly getting up on shaky legs and tripping over the bunched panties that fell at your ankles before you rushed to pick up your belongings and go after him.

You figured playtime was over. You’d go back home and never approach the subject again, dismiss it as another bout of angry sex and go back to your normal loving relationship. But, as Kyle grabbed your wrist tight and turned to you again, and his focused expression and furrowed brows belied the lust in his eyes, it was clear there was only a mere half-time in those plans, and the things he still needed to do to you required way more time and more private settings.

Weeks later, you’d even say it was worth the traffic tickets your boyfriend got while racing to the Airbnb, or the risk of jail time from the beach moment. Kyle, his wallet a couple hundred dollars lighter, gets bright red in the face when he weakly disagrees.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[sp-by-april]

any basketball player Kyle headcanons? 🏀

Omg YES!

Kyle's not the guy who begged to be captain of the team... Even though he really wanted it. He became captain because he's competitive, strategic, and somehow the only one who can scream at the team and force them to actually pay attention.

He does like the attention, but he really likes winning, structure, and being the one people listen to when shit hits the fan.

Spends practices in a tank top that's always soaked by the end, curls damp, freckled chest rising and falling like he doesn't know the effect it has on you. (He knows.)

Runs drills like a military general but the second you show up to practice in a skirt and that smug little look on your face? He fumbles the ball. Hard.

If you wait until post-practice to flirt while he's shirtless, flushed, and riding the adrenaline high? You're not walking out of the locker room on your own.

He'll drag you to the locker room, and immediately push you up against the wall. Sweat slicked abs, the scent of musk and victory, panting against your throat. You're his prize.

Kyle's not above pulling you into the coach's office during downtime. "Five minutes," he grunts, locking the door. You're bent over the desk two seconds later.

He won't leave for away games without kissing your neck, your thighs, your wrist like he’s memorizing your pulse. Then he eats you out within an inch of your life. If he loses, it’s because he didn’t get to do his routine.

He definitely takes his anger out on you if he loses. He's rough, leaves bruises, pulls your hair and bites more than he talks.

If he wins? Slow grind. Deep moans. "Good girl," he pants, "You like being my reward?"

[z0mbbiegvrl]

stan’s gang (singular but idk if you do that already) x fem reader for prom headcanons? 💐

✮⋆˙ MAIN FOUR WITH FEM!S/O PROM HEADCANNONS

↳ an: just in time for prom season!! hope you enjoy this! i'm only going to prom just for the pics and so i can wear a hairspray roach dress. also butters is the best wingman in this. Was gonna post this tomorrow morning but nope!! Yall deserve a post today!!

↳ cw: slight suggestive material

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: ̗̀➛ ★ STAN MARSH

Okay Stan, Stan is the most lowkey about the promposal thing but dont worry, he’s not going to ask you out over text or the phone (he considered it) 

So, he invites you over to his house on a night when his parents are out, his sister is off with her friends. He made sure there would be no distractions. Decorates his bedroom with [YOUR FAVORITE COLOR] balloons, party streamers, and flowers. He also gets you [YOUR FAVORITE SNACKS/CANDY/DRINKS] and puts them in a basket with a teddy bear in it.

He cleaned his room before this, and when you said you’d be leaving your house soon, he quickly got himself looking nice and waited for your arrival.

Once you got to his house and up to his room, he was very nervous as you looked around his room with a smile. You then reached the basket, reading the small heart the teddy bear was holding. You turned to face him and gave him your answer, hugging him, which took a huge weight off his shoulders.

After that, he then remembered why he picked a night he’d be home alone, and you two didn’t do much talking for the rest of the night. 

On prom night, he’s all dressed and ready. Just waiting for his mom and Shelly to get done dressing you up. While he waits, Randy for sure gives him some bad advice on not being stupid and becoming parents that night. 

When you finally come downstairs, Stan fights every urge in his body to not puke on the spot. Just seeing you dressed so differently compared to what he’s used to, he’s starstruck.

Sharon forces you two to take photos, basic poses. Stan behind you, hands on your waist and smiling at the camera. Another one with you kissing Stan on the cheek, Stan’s face in the photo is bright red.

At the prom, he lets you go see your friends first, taking this time to go see his friends. 

Despite what you might think, Stan actually will dance with you on the dance floor outside of a slow dance. Just take a little begging and he’ll cave. Smiling as he spins you around.

Slow dancing with different for him, yeah, there are some nights at your place or his where you two just randomly slow dance. But now it’s a moment of ‘wow’ for him. You like him. Like Really. The whole dance, he’ll hold you close and hide his face in your hair to ground himself. Once the dance is over, he’ll excuse himself to go to the bathroom, because did we expect him to keep it down for that long? He’s not Superman. 

After prom is over, he’ll go back to his house, and the two of you will just get unready together and spend the night eating leftovers, putting up a fort in his bedroom to watch movies until you two fall asleep, holding each other. 

: ̗̀➛ ★ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Kyle has everything planned out for your promposal, he wants it to be perfect for you since he not so subtly has been eavesdropping on your conversations with your friends regarding prom.

Shelia invites you out to dinner with his family somewhere very fancy. You’re not a stranger to being invited to family dinners. After Sheila realizes just how much you love her son, she starts to invite you for dinner even if Kyle is out at practice or with his friends.

The dinner went by very smoothly. The first time you were taken to dinner without Kyle was weird, but now you were used to it. Chatting with Sheila about some school drama she was invested in, listening to Gerald talk about the weird case he has at work, and Ike’s hockey game. 

Kyle finally joins the dinner, talking about how practice ran late, a small kiss on the head for you, and then the dinner carries on.

When everyone’s done eating, a waiter comes by with a small white plate, placing it in front of you. You’re a second away from saying you didn’t order this before you notice Sheila is filming and you glance down to see red icing around [DESSERT OF CHOICE], asking you out to prom. 

Kyle is a nervous wreck when he sees you looking a the plate, before he sees the smile and then gets the answer he was hoping for.

On the night of the prom, you and Wendy get ready at Bebe’s house. Clyde’s parents got a limo for him and Bebe, so Bebe invited her two best friends and their dates for the night.

Everyone goes to some fancy restaurant in the city that Clyde’s father picked out. The whole time, Kyle was infatuated with just how amazing you looked. Took some cute selfies and silly ones for you to post later. 

At the prom, Kyle is a little nervous to full-on dance with you to faster-paced songs; he will be okay with watching you and your friends dance while he guards your drink and bag. 

When a slow dance comes on, Kyle will ask for your hand and dance with you. Will whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Kyle is so respectful of where he puts his hands and so technical, you would think he could be a ballroom dancer. 

None of you cared about the king or queen voting, mostly because Kyle pulled you out of the building before it happened to have a moment with you away from the chaos inside the building.

He takes this moment to thank you for being with him, he gets super sentimental, but rushes through what he was saying; after being together for a while, you never fail to make him nervous. 

As cliché as it is, the snow falls around the two of you when Kyle pulls you in for one final dance and a kiss to finish the night. 

: ̗̀➛ ★ KENNY MCCORMICK

Of course, you and Kenny are going to the prom. A night where he gets to see you all dressed up and you’re his to show off. Kenny. Is. There.

Kenny’s Promposal for you is one of those funny medieval ones you see online, like Butters is at your front door reading a note in his little Paddlin costume with a accent while Kenny, Stan, Eric, and Kyle are walking onto your front lawn. Kenny is on a chair dressed in his princess outfit, holding flowers that are stolen, and the other three are trying not to drop him before they place the chair in front of you so Kenny can finally ask if you will join him at prom. After you say yes, as planned, everyone cheers, Kenny kisses your cheek, and then they carry him away. 

For the night of the prom, Kenny, with the help of his sister Karen, sets up your dining table all fancy while you’re out with one of your parents getting ready for prom. They made it look all fancy, mood lights, fancy-shaped napkins, and a home-cooked meal of spaghetti. 

When you get back home, Kenny’s there waiting for you, dressed in a suit, all nicely put together with an excited smile when he finally gets to see how you’re dressed. He pulls out all the stops, pulling your chair out, pushing it in, serving you your meal, hell, he’s even wiping your face for you.

Will ask to do the Lady and the Tramp a noodle, and of course, you do it. (Karen takes a photo)

At the prom, Kenny ABUSES the photoshoot area. He will force you to pose with him for everything. Even in the small photobooth, he’s dragging you in there for pictures he can carry around in his wallet. Takes one as he kisses you very roughly, then another with your lipstick if you wear it smeared on his face.

You two danced the whole night, you don’t even think you two have sat down once since the moment you got there. 

You two didn’t win prom queen or king, losing to Bebe and Clyde, but it was okay. Kenny didn’t care much for that, plus, he already sees you as his queen, so you don’t even need the crown.

After the night is over, Kenny decides to take you to Starks Pond. Parking in the middle of the park, ignoring the no-parking sign. He helps you out of his truck, leading you to the back of the truck, which has blankets everywhere. There you two lay and stargaze, coming off from the buzz of being excited and dancing around.

Whatever happens that night, happens ;)

: ̗̀➛ ★ ERIC CARTMAN

Prom is definitely in the cards for you and Eric.

Eric plans this big promposal for you, is it out of spite because he wants to outdo what Kyle did for his S/O…maybe.

He plans this elaborate prom proposal during halftime at the next basketball game. He assigns Butters to get you to where he needs you to stand, and Kenny to play the music/lighting and all that. 

Once you get there, Eric begins this whole song segment (yes, I’m going this route) while holding a sign that says something super cheesy that he thought was cool enough to have. 

And of course, you’re surprised because he kept this under wraps better than he keeps most things he’s not supposed to tell you. So you say yes, and Eric will overplay his emotions because it’s Eric, but once you two are alone, he’s super happy you said yes.

OKAY, now for the actual prom day. His mom picks you up from your house, and Eric is in the backseat. He says this is his version of a limo ride. Liane didn’t want to get a limo, so they had to unwillingly compromise. 

You guys go to Casa Bonita for your prom dinner (this is where the Limo money went); Liane takes an embarrassing amount of photos of you two in front of the building and then throughout the dinner.

Eric, every once in a while, will whine about wanting to go do things instead of taking photos, but Liane shoves it off. She’s just excited to see her poopsiekins all grown up. You two remind her of her prom night, so she wants to document this moment. 

You two almost end up late to the prom because Eric didn’t want to leave the as he calls it, “The Disney Land of Mexican Food”. As Liane is about to drive away, she gives Eric a condom just in case. Eric wanted to die on the spot. 

Once at the prom, you go join your friends wherever they are in the building the school rented for the night. Just showing off outfits and whatnot.  Eric is doing the same, but mostly just bragging about how he has the hottest girl and showing you off.

Of course, you two share a slow dance. He’s not terrible at it, sure, he stepped on your toe a couple of times, but that’s the charm of a prom dance.

The night comes to an end, and you win Prom Queen, WOO, everyone is happy for you until the reveal of prom king happens, and it’s not Eric.

He gets super disappointed, even more so when the prom king and queen pictures have to be taken. 

Dude is standing behind the camera, sulking like a child, practically stomping his feet.

Of course, you feel bad for him, so as a joke, you two head to Burger King and get him a kid’s crown.

You took a photo of both of you while Liane drove you guys home, it’s you still wearing your crown, kissing his cheek, his face bright red. 

Eric keeps that photo in his wallet. 

[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.

[southparkhcsocs]

Stuck in the middle

Part 81

Part 83

Beginning

[sirenseraph]

ᯓ 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷ᯓ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟏: 𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

“Shes been living in her uptown world, I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy”

The tranquility of your silence is always disrupted by your loud friend and the boys from your neighborhood whose nightly routine is staring at you from the basketball court as you return from ballet.

Tw: Freeloading

Masterlist

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You let out a slow breath, the stretch of your legs graceful and elegant as you danced to the classical music. You’ve been doing this routine over and over again for the past month to the point it was synced into your brain like a song on repeat.

“Keep lifting your legs higher” your dance teacher Anya, yelled from the sidelines. She was a past Russian ballet student and moved to Colorado after a serious leg injury which required her to use a cane to walk which she refused to use unless it meant pointing it threateningly at one of you.

You did as she told; body moving gracefully against the floors of the dance studio. You did perfect Fouetté turns one after the other, letting the adrenaline take over your body, your feet were hurting but the sting made it all feel better. You came to a stop, bowing down gracefully, feeing the new pull on your back as your hands extended to the sides.

You imagined yourself up on the stage, hundreds of people watching as you performed. The adrenaline hit like a slow, intoxicating wave kind of like the effect of the edibles Red would sneak before a party, minus the paranoia. Here, on the floor of the rehearsal studio, there was no room for panic. Only precision. Only movement. Only grace.

Your body curved forward in a deep arabesque, fingertips stretched out like you were reaching for something just out of reach; something you couldn’t name. You held the pose for a breath, then flowed into a pirouette, arms slicing gently through the air. The hardwood beneath your slippers echoed your weightless turns like a distant heartbeat. Your bun had started to loosen at the edges, soft wisps falling against your cheekbones, but you didn’t stop.

The music swelled, and the room blurred. There was no Anya. No mirrors. No fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Just you and the stage in your head.

You slowly began to stand upright again, chest rising and falling from the last few sequences, muscles humming like electricity under your skin. Clapping echoed through the studio, pulling you out of your trance.

Everyone else had stopped. Anya was clapping too, her face warm and proud.

“Well done,” she said, stepping forward, arms folded loosely. “Just remember to take deeper breaths during that second sequence. You lost your footing for a moment oh, and lift your leg higher during the développé. Really aim to show the length of your lines, darling.”

You gave a small nod your usual quiet, obedient acknowledgement but something flickered in your expression, something like pride. Not arrogance, not even confidence. Just… pride. That had felt good.

You stepped off the floor, ankles sore and calves burning in the best way. Every part of your body ached, but it was the kind of ache you craved. You moved slowly toward the corner of the studio where your ballet bag sat, settled down on the worn mat you always used, and grabbed your water bottle. You took a long, slow sip, feeling the cold spread down your throat and into your chest. You were still catching your breath, but it wasn’t labored just heavy with the rush of it all.

The satin ribbons of your pointe shoes were starting to come undone. You leaned forward, fingers deftly retying them while your thoughts drifted. Your legs were trembling slightly, but that was nothing new. Every ache reminded you that you were doing something that mattered to you. Something real.

Red sat cross-legged just outside the practice area, flipping through her phone but glancing up now and then. She caught your eyes and grinned.

“Okay, I’m not usually one for ballet,” she said with a raised brow, “but you? You’re like… ethereal or something. You look like you’re going to float into the ceiling.”

You gave a breathy laugh through your nose and shook your head.

“I’m serious,” Red insisted. “It’s kind of wild seeing you that zoned in. Like, I know you love it, but watching it is different. You were glowing or whatever.”

You didn’t reply, but the slight crinkle near your eyes was enough to show you appreciated it. Compliments always felt heavier than they should’ve. You didn’t know how to hold them.

“You okay though?” she added, her voice dipping into a more genuine tone. “You looked like your legs were giving out near the end.”

You hesitated, then nodded again. “They’re fine. Just tired.”

“You’ve been pushing yourself a lot lately,” Red said, her eyes narrowing a little. “Even more than usual. Is this about the showcase? Or… is something else going on…you know…with Mason?”

You avoided her gaze and busied yourself with untying the ribbons now, letting them fall into loose curls beside your ankles.

But you didn’t say any of that. Instead, you just whispered, “I just want to get it right.”

Red didn’t push. She just reached over and nudged your foot gently with hers, a small, wordless gesture of support.

Across the studio, Anya started speaking with another student, correcting posture, gesturing grandly with her hands as usual. The music had faded into a low background hum now, barely audible, and the other dancers were starting to pack up. You took one more sip of your water and leaned your head back against the mirror behind you, eyes fluttering closed.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that just breathing, still in your own little bubble but when you opened your eyes again, the sun was beginning to dip through the windows, casting soft golden streaks over the hardwood floors.

“Ready to go?” Red asked gently.

You nodded and stood, slowly rolling your shoulders back. You could already feel the soreness settling in, a deep ache in your hips and ankles. But it felt earned.

You glanced once more at the floor where you had danced. You could still feel the echo of your own footsteps, the ghost of movement trailing behind. And for the first time in a while, the silence didn’t feel empty. It felt full.

As you closed the door to Red’s car, Nirvana was blasting on the radio making you scrunch your face. “You don’t like it?” she asked smiling at you lowing down the volume to hear you better

“You have the same horrible music taste as a 13 year old boy Rebecca.” you pulled your headphones out of your bag connecting them to your phone. “and you smell like cigarettes and axe body spray, you’re basically an angsty teenager.”

She rolled her eyes and raised the volume back up, reversing out of the dance studios parking lot and began driving to your house. You put on your headphones and raised the volume to max, trying to drown out the ear bleeding sounds of Red’s music.

With South Park being such a small town, you could basically put a name of the residents to each house you passed by. Everyone you knew were almost basically neighbors and you hated that.

You could recall the late nights of driving back home after rehearsals to find a group of boys from your school next door playing basketball. You knew them from the fact you could hear their voices from a mile away, the only quiet one was Wendy’s boyfriend Stan.

Though you rarely interacted with her, other than sitting at the same lunch table with her and her other friends because they were close with Red, you knew the both of them had a history of constantly breaking up and getting back together.

The only slightly good thing that came from your close knit neighborhood was the fact that Red came over to your house almost everyday to freeload and eat all the food your mom prepared.

As Red turned into the driveway, you could already see your mom’s car parked neatly in her usual spot, meaning she was home from work. Your dad’s wasn’t there, which meant he was still out, probably stuck in traffic or pretending to be productive at the office.

And because the universe was nothing if not consistent; the boys were exactly where they always were.

Kyle’s front yard looked less like a place people should live and more like a middle school gym class exploded all over it. Craig, Tolkien, Cartman, Kyle, Stan, and Clyde were aggressively playing basketball like it was a full-contact sport, while Butters sat on the curb with a juice box like the unofficial cheerleader nobody asked for.

You pulled your headphones out and stuffed them into your ballet bag, the satin ribbons of your pointe shoes slipping out with them.

Red wrinkled her nose like she smelled a crime scene. “I can literally smell the testosterone from here.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “That’s because you’re producing it.”

She smirked, snapping her gum. “You act all quiet but you’re such a little bitch when you open your mouth.” gently reaching over to nudge your shoulder.

You stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under your shoes as you adjusted your jacket over your leotard. And right on cue, like they’d been trained; half the boys paused and looked over.

Kenny caught sight of you first. He was mid-dribble, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, shirt clinging to his chest, faintly showing off a few tattoos underneath. His expression shifted instantly, eyes lighting up like someone just turned the sun back on he didn't bother to continue guarding Kyle when his eyes flicked to the driveway and immediately lost focus. Kyle took the chance to move past him and score, but Kenny didn't care

Same as every day, he stopped to give you the same small wave, barely any movement, but there was something in it that was stupidly hopeful. Like maybe this time you would wave back, or even glace his way, but you never did. Gripping your bag as usual and beelining for the door.

His expression dropped into a small look of disappointment as he turned back around to his friends.

Cartman snorted loudly. "Ha the little poor boy got ignored."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Shes just shy"

“Shy?” Clyde barked a laugh. “Nah, bro. She didn’t even blink in your direction. I’ve seen mannequins react more.”

Stan jogged over, snatching the ball from the grass throwing it over to Tolkien. “You’re usually the one not giving girls the time of day. Now you’re out here waving like you’re in a Disney Channel original.”

“Dude,” Tolkien added, trying not to laugh. “You could literally have any girl in school. You’ve had teachers flirt with you.”

“She was a sub and she was like twenty-six, calm down,” Kenny muttered.

Craig shot him a look. “You let her draw a heart on your cast. You didn’t calm her down.”

Kenny let out a long, suffering sigh and bent down to retie his shoelace, like maybe if he just ignored them all, the torment would end. It didn’t.

“Bro,” Cartman added, “just admit it. You’re in love.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are,” Stan cut in. “You’ve been waving at her every day for like two months. She probably thinks you’re having a stroke.”

Tolkien grinned. “She got you pressed.”

“She looked at me once for, like, three seconds in ninth grade,” Kenny muttered defensively.

“That was because you fell down the stairs,” Kyle snapped.

“She giggled.”

“She giggled because you almost landed on Cartman.”

Cartman puffed up. “You know, this is honestly doing wonders for my self-esteem. Watching Captain Pantie-Dropper get humbled like this? It’s fucking beautiful.”

“I’m not humbled,” Kenny grumbled as he stood up slowly, face flushed but not just from the heat. His eyes flicked back toward your house again, just for a second. “Whatever,” he muttered. “I like her. She’s different.”

Cartman wheezed. But Kenny just smirked, quiet and stubborn, brushing his damp hair out of his face.

Craig raised a brow, “You make girls cry for sport,” he added. “Now you’re out here waving like a dorky anime boyfriend?”

“Next thing we know, he’s gonna be writing poetry and listening to sad boy music,” Cartman said. “You gonna start wearing cardigans too asshole?”

Butters perked up from the grass where he was drawing in the dirt with a stick. “I think it’s sweet. Sometimes people just need to feel ignored to feel seen.”

“Shut up, Butters.”

Kenny caught the ball when Tolkien passed it lazily his way again. He didn’t say anything. Just looked, where your front door had already closed behind you.

The both of you made your way into the house, you could hear the soft hums of your mother’s voice coming from the kitchen. Red being her usual self rushed into the kitchen to greet your mother, who you knew would instantly offer your big backed friend a plate of whatever she was making.

You placed your duffle bag on the floor and made your way into the kitchen seeing Red already seated and chatting with your mother.

She turned to you with a stuffed face and smiled. You scowled at your friends behavior but found it amusing and took a seat next to her.

“Hey sweetie how was rehearsal?” your mother asked, already preparing a plate for you.

“fine” you turned to Red and continued watching her scarf down the food before averting your gaze to the plate placed in-front of you.

“I’m going over to Bebe’s later and you should come.” You turned to Red with a dismissive look.

“Can’t, I have to study for History.”

“Come on Princess. You’re always either studying or dancing or doing some other shit which basically means you being stuck up in your room like an actual princess.” Red let out an exaggerated sigh. “You need to leave your room for once and actually talk to people you know”

You turned away from her and started picking at your food.

"I talk to people" you retorted back at her.

"Me and your parents don't count so that just leaves your cat."

"Hey you were the one who bought Miso for me." you huffed.

After your breakup with Mason, you let yourself shy away even more to the point you picked up a couple of new hobbies to keep yourself more occupied since you didn't have someone to spend those moments with anymore, and with that, Red opted on buying you this fluffy white Persian cat that she named Miso.

You sighed and continued picking at your food before pushing the plate away completely.

Red noticed your agitation and dropped the topic. Getting you to leave your house for something other than ballet or school was impossible.

She got up and turned to your mother with a smile. “Thanks for lunch today and every other day” she turned to you. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

With that she left your house, leaving you and your mother in the comfortable silence and unspoken words.

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School was the epitome of a horror house. Loud noises flooded the music that was faintly blasting in your ears even if the volume was on max. You adjusted the necklace around your neck, the intricate design an original one that you made last night after doing those new stretches that Anya insisted on.

As you continued walking you felt a shift in the weight of your body. You didn’t even need turn to see who it was because you knew it was Red by the faint scent of nicotine that clung to the band t-shirt that was bought at a rock concert she dragged you to, despite your protests and her shaggy red hair that blocked your left vision.

You removed your headphones, tucking it in your pocket taking in the noise all around. You could hear the jingle of the keychain you made for her for her birthday and the footballers banging their lockers for a reason no one could comprehend.

You couldn’t wait to get back into the dance studio. It was more quiet despite the tapping of pointe shoes, the classical music and the mean streak Anya had going where she wanted to perfect everything before the big show and was constantly yelling at your dance partner Mason about his sloppy lifts.

Usually you paid no mind to anyone around you, keeping your head straight, headphones in, while Red would wave at everyone she knew which was almost half the school like she was God’s greatest gift to South Park High.

“Oh my gosh Bebe was being such a bitch yesterday,” Red complained, chewing on that minty gum she stole from your pocket; to drown out the scent of weed in her breath before continuing, “i swear she kept complaining on and on about Clyde, like at this point just date girls. I did and I turned out okay.”

You shot her an amused look. Red’s last break up ended really badly with her last girlfriend ending things because she just dated your friend to see how it felt to date a girl, before going back with her ex-boyfriend.

This ended up with Red getting high in your backyard while you sat there listening to her rant, and later staying up till 3 a.m. watching Love Island USA while she kept saying that Kaylor should’ve left Aaron.

“Yeah, whatever twirls your bush Red.” you rolled your eyes and kept walking until you made it to your locker.

Red leaned against the lockers with a sigh, popping her gum. “I’m just saying, the world would be a better place if it had a few more lesbians like me and you in it.”

She nudged your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I’m not even-“

“Shh,” she cut you off. “Let me live in the fantasy.”

But despite Red’s never-ending commentary and the usual morning chaos, what made school worse, so much worse, was the longing stares you kept getting from a certain friend group. Or more specifically, a certain blonde-haired boy known for flirting with anything that had a pulse.

You usually ignored him. You weren’t the type to fall for dumb pretty boys with commitment issues and a reputation for making girls giggle in gym class. Usually.

But today was different.

You felt his eyes on you the moment you stepped into the hallway. You didn’t even want to look. You weren’t going to look. You were above that.

And yet, just once, you glanced back. Just one second.

And of course, he was already looking. Head tilted slightly like he was surprised you had finally acknowledged him, blue eyes narrowing the tiniest bit, like he was trying to figure you out.

You blinked, then turned back to your locker immediately, heat crawling up your neck.

“Bitch, was that Kenny looking at you?” Red’s whisper was so loud it echoed.

“Shut up.” You shoved your locker closed a little too hard making you flinch slightly and immediately regret the force. “I’m not doing this today.”

But when you turned to head to class, you didn’t miss the way Kenny’s eyes followed you. Still tilted. Still curious.

And this time, Kenny smiled brightly "She looked at me today," he said casually, chewing his gum.

Stan, leaning against the lockers looked up at Kenny from his phone and raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"She never looks."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Wow. So romantic. Someone alert the newspapers. Let's face it poor boy shes too busy riding Red's dildo to notice you."

Kenny just smiled. "I'll find a way to get her to talk."

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Usually at lunch you opted to sit in the arts room where your favorite teacher Mrs. Lacy worked, correcting different paintings and art pieces from various students while she basked in your silence, but ever since she got pregnant, you've been going there alone now to work on new pieces of jewelry while Red and her other friends trained on the court. They had a big volleyball match coming up meaning you having to sit in a crowd with hundreds of other sweaty and loud teenagers like it was a mosh pit at a rager.

You walked to the art room, seeing the door slightly ajar. Usually no one else went inside there besides a couple of art students to pick up some of their old pieces. You didn't know what to expect, but there he was, the familiar blonde, Kenny, and a girl whose name you didn't know. They looked like they were arguing about something before she turned away and walked past you, shoulders bumping softly on the way out

You stood there in the doorway, feeling like you were intruding, but there was no way to back out now. Kenny was still standing there, that usual confident smirk on his face, though the brief argument with the girl seemed to have left the air a little… off. Kenny seemed ready to follow her, but then he stopped, eyes locking with yours.

“Hey,” he said, smiling, and up close, you could see why so many girls threw themselves at him. He was handsome, really handsome. Those pretty blue eyes, the faint freckles dusting his nose, and the piercing on his left nostril… His right eyebrow was pierced, too, but not like the other one, it had a thin, jagged scar running through it, a scar that looked like it had a story behind it.

You didn’t respond at first, just standing there, waiting to see if he would fill the silence.

“I didn’t know you did art,” he said, his smile still there, though now it seemed a little less certain, a little more tentative. He wasn’t expecting this conversation. Not really.

“I don’t,” you responded flatly. The bluntness of it seemed to catch him off guard, and for a moment, the smile faltered.

He recovered quickly, though, that same faint dimple showing as he leaned against a nearby table, trying to ease the tension. “So… what do you do in here, then?”

You shifted a little, feeling the weight of the awkwardness from his argument still hanging in the air. “I make jewelry sometimes ,” you said quietly, eyes avoiding his. “but i’m just here to sketch costume designs….”

Kenny blinked, obviously processing that. “Jewelry, huh?” he repeated, and there was a slight pause before he added, “That’s… cool.”

Another awkward silence fell, and you weren’t sure whether to leave or say something else. Kenny seemed to realize the same thing at the same time. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes now, though, it was more of a polite gesture than anything.

“Right… well, I should probably… uh, get going,” he muttered, glancing toward the door like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. “Don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”

You nodded, not really sure if that was supposed to be an excuse or a genuine reason, but it didn’t matter. He was already backing away.

“Catch you later,” he said, though it wasn’t as confident as before, and with that, he turned and walked out of the room.

You stood there for a moment, feeling the echo of the conversation linger before you finally let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

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You grumbled under your breath as you and Red walked through the school hallways, but you didn’t argue. You weren’t the type to challenge Red when she was on a roll.

The feeling of regret evident, from Red convincing you to go to school to pick up something from Kenny which you knew either consisted of some kind of substance or a new vape which she insisted she needed to stay functioning despite only sitting in the back and scrolling on her phone

Plus, ballet rehearsals today were long. Three hours long. They were working on a group piece for an upcoming winter showcase, which meant lifts, partner work, and Anya yelling things like "elongate your lines!" every six minutes.

“Okay but hear me out,” Red said dramatically as you walked down the hallway together. “What if you don’t go to rehearsal today, and instead we get slushies and complain about life on the school roof?”

“I’d love that,” you muttered, “but my soul belongs to Miss Anya.”

Red snorted. “Ballet girls are terrifying.”

“You’re just figuring this out now?”

As you and Red rounded the corner, you nearly crashed into the familiar chaos that was the basketball boys around a vending machine, arguing over who owed who chips, while Clyde stood off to the side eating pretzels like it was a live episode of a sitcom.

“You said you had change!” Cartman was yelling at Kyle. “You said it, you lied to my face, Broflovski!”

“I said I might have change,” Kyle snapped. “Might! That’s not a promise, dumbass.”

“You’re all idiots,” Kenny said, casually leaning against the vending machine.

That’s when he noticed you and Red walking past. His eyes immediately flicked to you and his lazy smirk showed up right on cue. “Sup Red”

He looked at you with his usual smirk, his gaze wasn’t exactly subtle either. It lingered just a second too long on your leotard and ballet tights, tracing the curve of your figure with quiet interest before flicking back up to meet your eyes. You felt your stomach twist, not in discomfort, but in that dizzying way that made it hard to breathe for a second. “Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

You just nodded in acknowledgement.

"You got my stuff McCormick?” she said, wiggling her eyebrows like they were apart of some shady back alley deal and not two juniors standing next to a busted vending machine.

"Yeah I got you"

You stood there quietly, it was often that Red would stop to talk to people while you awkwardly stood there, pretending to be very interested in a random wall. She tried her best to include you but you would rather dig your own grave than open your mouth and have a conversation. You now slightly moved towards Red after a loud bang was heard.

Cartman was now aggressively shaking the vending machine. "I paid for the barbeque chips and it gave me Funyuns, FUNYUNS Kyle!"

"They're the same thing!" Kyle shouted.

"They're not even in the same food group you communist ginger!"

Kyle rolled his eyes and run a hand through his messy set of curls. "You're a walking L"

"Yeah well you're a walking forehead"

The loud noise was slowly getting to you, and you could feel the overstimulation of all the shouting flooding your head.

"BRO HIT THE MACHINE HARDER!" Cartman yelled at Stan who was also now shaking the vending machine.

"Dude relax your balls it's literally stuck on the hook fatass." Stan continued to shake the machine for some hope that the desired snack would fall.

"I swear to God I'm gonna sue," Cartman muttered darkly "I'm gonna sue the school board. This is discrimination."

"Discrimination against what?" Clyde asked, still eating pretzels. "Fat people or idiots?"

"Both!" Cartman snapped, jabbing a finger at him. "And I will not be silenced."

"You literally never shut up." Kyle muttered

Kenny turned back to Red and handed her a new vape you knew she was going to go through so quickly and then go through the nic withdrawals on your bed.

Red slipped it into her bag and nodded at him. "Appreciate you, king"

Kenny nodded. "Yeah no problem you know I got you always." he winked and then turned back to you.

“So you got ballet or something?” Kenny asked, already knowing the answer but still hoping you’d say more than one word this time.

“Uhm… yeah.” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

He smiled, all lazy charm and pierced mischief. “Cool. We got practice too; big game coming up soon.” Then, after a beat, he added with a smirk, “Maybe you should come watch, I could show you a couple of moves. I’m pretty good with my hands.”

You blinked. That was… not what you were expecting. You didn’t say anything just stayed silent, face softly flushed now.

Kenny clearly found it amusing. His eyes lingered again, too long, too interested, and you felt your face start to heat up, the tension too thick for someone who just wanted to go stretch in a studio and avoid eye contact forever.

You turned toward Red. “Uhm, I’ll wait for you in the car.”

She nodded and smiled at you reassuringly. “Okay, babe. I’ll be right out.”

They both watched as you walked away, Kenny still wearing that smug, pleased expression like he’d just discovered something shiny he wasn’t done playing with.

Red turned to Kenny with a smug look on her face waiting for you to be far enough away from earshot before speaking. “You’re making it very obvious.”

Kenny smiled brightly but feigned innocence. “what do you mean Rebecca? I’m just trying to talk to her.”

Red rolled her eyes but then spoke almost very seriously but still keeping her playful tone. “Ken I know we’re good friends but I love her and I don’t want to see you going after her and hurting her. She’s not just some girl for you to hook up with.”

Kenny’s smile faltered just slightly not enough for most people to notice, but Red knew him too well. "Hey,” he said, his voice softer now, more grounded. “I’m not trying to mess with her. I swear.”

Red crossed her arms, not looking mad just protective, like a big sister on high alert. “You say that now, but I know how you are, Kenny. You’re smooth, flirty, whatever, most girls fall for that. She won’t. And even if she did, she’s not the type who can just brush things off if it goes wrong.”

Kenny glanced down the hallway in the direction you’d gone, his expression unreadable for a beat. “I know she’s not like that. That’s kinda the whole reason I…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.

Red tilted her head. “The reason you what?”

Kenny gave her a small, lopsided grin, still avoiding her gaze. “The reason I noticed her in the first place, I guess.”

Red blinked, not expecting that. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, finally looking back at her. “She’s quiet, yeah, but… she’s got this calm thing going on.

“So…” Red finally said, arms crossed. “If I see even one hint of you pulling that usual Kenny ‘flirty then vanish’ crap, I swear to God…”

“Relax,” Kenny cut in, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “No vanishing. No messing around. Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

“I camped once.”

Red gave him a look but cracked a smile anyway. “Alright. Fine. But I’m watching you, McCormick.”

Kenny grinned again, that lazy, crooked smile that made it hard to tell whether he was being sincere or just messing with you. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.” Kenny leaned back against the vending machine again, exhaling. “So what does she like? Other than ballet and avoiding people.”

Red gave him a look. “You’re not getting cheat codes, Ken.”

“Come on,” he grinned. “Just one. A little one. Like… her favorite snack or something.”

Red laughed, shaking her head. “Alright, fine. She likes those weird off-brand chocolate chip cookies from the vending machine. The ones nobody ever buys.”

Kenny’s eyes lit up. “The sad dry ones?”

“Yeah. She calls them her ‘midday depression cookies.’”

Kenny snorted. “That’s… actually kind of adorable.”

Red raised a brow, clearly fighting back a smile. “Don’t tell her I said anything. She’ll kill me.”

He grinned. “My lips are sealed.”

Just then, Cartman let out a yell from the side. “HEY, I’m still waiting for my chips, Kyle! This vending machine is fucking racist or something!”

Red groaned. “I’m gonna get going before her teacher goes all Soviet Swan Queen on her ass.” she waved before she walked away. “See you, Ken, don’t miss me too much.”

Kenny laughed as she turned and walked off in your direction. “I’ll try no to, not promises.”

But even as the chaos of the vending machine squad picked back up, his eyes lingered down the hall again, right where you’d gone, and the smirk that played on his lips this time was a little softer. Not flirty. Just curious. Intrigued.

“The sad dry ones,” he muttered to himself. “Got it.”

first chapter done 🩰

hope you guys enjoyed it.

word count: 5436

ive written essays for school with less words than that lmao.