#pete thelman x you smut

[sp-by-april]

Pete thelman fucking michael's girlfriend while he's asleep at a sleepover. in the bathroom. and henrietta catches them???

THE GOTHS YES!

Pete x F!Reader

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My boyfriend Michael was having some of his friends spend the night. We spent a lot of time smoking, drinking, (They introduced me to Kahlua and Coffee, it was really good!) and watching old horror movies. We spent most of our time dissecting and mocking them mercilessly, but it was still a good time.

Everyone crashed in the living room, but I couldn’t sleep.

I got up, deciding to hide in the bathroom and have a cigarette. I left the door cracked to the smoke could escape and to like, be kinda polite in case anyone needed to use it, you know?

The door slid open quietly.

It was Pete.

He reached over and I handed him the cigarette, “Can’t sleep?”

“Shit, sorry. Did I wake you up?” I asked as I watched him bring it to his lips and pull in a long drag.

I always thought Pete was hot. I hate to admit it now, but when I fell in with the Goths, I was so into him that it was pathetic. I swear, sometimes the way he used to look at me, with this playful, sexy narrowing of his eyes, it used to make me melt.

He never made a move, but Michael did, so the rest was history.

Or so I thought.

“No, I have wicked insomnia,” Pete was giving me that look again, “I just saw you get up and… I don’t know. I wanted to talk,”

He handed the cigarette back to me and I was rightfully a bit confused, “Talk? If this is about the Kahlua, Henrietta said–“

“It’s not that,” Pete almost chuckled as he watched me snuff the cigarette out in the bottom of the sink.

I was even more confused, “What is it then?”

He slid his hand over my cheek and kissed me. It wasn’t soft or nervous. It was hard and intense. He slid his tongue into my mouth and as our tongues rolled over each other, I felt like I was melting. He was a great kisser and it left me a little light-headed.

When our kiss broke I couldn’t speak. He's my boyfriend’s best friend. He was my friend.

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you,” His thumb caressed my cheek, “He doesn’t know what to do with a girl like you,”

Pete kissed me again and we both knew I wasn’t going to put up a fight. His hands dropped to my waist and he turned me and pushed me up against the sink.

He pulled down my favorite little pajama shorts and I watched him smirk in the mirror as his fingers skimmed my naked slit, “No panties?”

My face felt hot as I watched him in the mirror.

“You’re this wet already?” He bit his lip, but didn’t hide a small groan as he pushed his fingers right inside, “Just from kissing?”

Wasn’t sure what to say. One minute I was by myself trying to enjoy a smoke and the next…

He curled his fingers and my legs felt weak. I tried to hold in my sounds of pleasure as he started to massage my sweet spot in a way I’d never felt before.

I could feel everything building inside me. Pushing me to the edge. The way he touched me was like magic and I was savoring every second of it.

“I can’t believe you’re so wet for me,” Pete leaned over me and left a small kiss on my neck, “You feel too fucking good,”

He withdrew his fingers from me and I almost cursed. I was too fucking close. He had to have known.

He pushed his pants down to his thighs and I wanted to curse even more because I couldn’t get a good look at him from the angle in the mirror.

He rubbed the head of his cock over my slit and once he squeezed inside of me, I was enlightened with everything I'd wanted to know. God, he was so thick, I couldn’t believe the way he was stretching me out.

Once Pete started shifting into me, I felt a little delirious.

He felt so big, like he was really testing the limits of my body. I love Michael but he was usually nothing to write home about in the bedroom.

One of his hands gripped my hip and the other ran up my back and curled around my neck. He held on tight and started pushing me down harder onto his cock as he thrust harder and harder. I could barely stand it.

We made eye contact in the mirror and a crooked smile crept over his face, “I want to know how wet you get when you come,”

Pete tightened his grip on my neck and slammed me down hard onto his cock and my entire body jumped.

I couldn’t hold it back. I didn’t want to. My eyes rolled back and my muscles tensed up so much it almost hurt. My legs shook a little and I hoped beyond hope that my knees wouldn’t buckle. The pleasure in my body had finally taken over and I was at it’s mercy. The soft, wet walls inside my core fastened up around Pete’s manhood and gripped him tight.

"Fuck," He groaned so low, it was almost a growl as his hips jerked into me. I could feel him pulsing violently with each eruption as his cock pumped me full of hot, sticky spurts.

Pete panted over me and kissed my shoulder.

The door swung open.

It was Henrietta.

She looked at us, Pete still deep inside of me, his lips on my skin, and me a total wreck from having one of the best orgasms of my life.

She rolled her eyes, “Fucking hell,”

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These are all the links to my South Park fanfics. I hope this is laid out well. These are what all the symbols next to some of the links mean.

♡ - Mild nsfw

◇ - Full nsfw

● - Completed series

○ - Ongoing series

☆ - One shot

Many fics or chapters may not have a symbol next to them, but this does not mean they don't contain mature topics. I put warnings before every chapter so you'll know what it has.

All characters are over 18 unless stated otherwise

These fics are sorted by character

If you don't see a character you want a fic for let me know

Asking for nsfw content is okay

Kyle Broflozski

-College AU- ●

01 02: 'So it's a date?' 03: 'How'd it go?' ♡ 04: 'Official' 05: 'Good Morning' ◇ 06: 'Fantasy'

-Peace by your side- ○

Prologue 01 02 03

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Kyle Broflozski Part 1: Cartman, Stan, Kyle Chubby reader smut-shot ◇

Stan Marsh

-Cheating story S1- ●

01: 'How's that for an autograph?' ◇ 02: 'Guilt' 03: 'Who was it?' ◇ 04: 'It isn't you' 05: 'Don't go'

-Stan x reader S2- ○

01: 'Sarah' 02: 'Missed calls' 03: Meeting 04: Barging in 05: Do you? 06: More than happy 07: Game Plan 08: Pickups and unloads

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Stan Marsh 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

Kenny McCormick

-Ex story- ●

01: Or not 02: Jealousy 03: Mistake 04: Ice cold loneliness 05: Hangover Breakfast 06: I'm here 07: No expense 08: Peace

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Kenny Mccormick 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Butters/ Marjorine x readers

-Marjorine x reader- ●

01: What is my name? 02: Leo? 03: Rejection therapy 04: As terrifying as it might be 05: The plan 06: Can we talk 07: Out 08: Funeral

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Butters Stotch 02: Kenny, Butters, Clyde

Craig Tucker x readers

-Sleepover series- ○

01: 'I hate you' 02: 'Sleepover' ◇ 03: 'Plus one' ◇

-One-shots- ☆

Prom with Craig Tucker 03: Craig, Tweek, Tolkien

Scott Tenorman

-Bound- ○

01 02 03 - coming soon

Cartman x readers

-First impressions-

01: Good thing 02: Potato salad 03: Plastic 04: Night out 05: Friends 06: Time

-One-shots-

Prom with Eric Cartman 01: Cartman, Stan, Kyle

Other characters

-Prom series- ☆

Prom with Tweek Tweak Prom with Tolkien Black Prom with Clyde Donovan Prom with Clyde pt2 Prom with Pete Thelman Prom with Jimmy Valmer

-SP characters as dads- ☆

04: Jimmy, Ike, Kevin

-Headcanons- ☆

Clyde headcanons

This may change so if something is off look back here for updates as fics continue and conclude and new fics start. thank you for the support it means a lot 🩷

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Like Dinosaurs | Craig x Pete x Stan

Info/Warnings:

High School AU, referenced/implied sexual content but No Smut, kissing/making out, swearing bc its South Park, headcanon that Pete lives with his uncle bc I say so

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Pete "Hairflip Goth" Thelman did not expect for this happen- 'this' being Stanley "Stan" Marsh and Craig Tucker showing up at the Goth Kid's smoking spot (Michael and Henrietta graduated last year, and Firkle had been hanging out with the Canadian boy, Ike Broflovski, more and more, so Pete has been alone for a good awhile now)- kissing, no less! And yet, here he is, staring wide-eyed at the two of hottest guys in school- in the whole damn town!- as they lock lips in front of him as if he isn't even there. 

(Maybe to them, Pete isn't. In fact, Pete is almost certain they didn't even see him when he walked up- seems they were too busy sucking face to even make it to the goddamn table! Hell, it seems Craig just pinned Stan to the wall and held him there like he was some fucking helpless cheerleader! (ironic, considering Stan IS South Park High's star quarterback and could easily overpower Craig with his muscles, despite lacking in height.))

(Pete wants to be both Stan and Craig; wants to be restrained by Craigs lengthy height, while also wanting to encase Stan with his own height, though not as tall as Craig.)

It doesn't seem like the two will stop kissing anytime soon, and Pete, despite enjoying the show, isn't comfortable with watching others without their explicit consent. So, the romantic goth just turns to walk away. I can always go back to what I did before I met the other goths, I guess. Eating in the toilets it is.

As Pete begins to walk away, he hears a moan and freezes- well, he would've, if he hadn't just tripped over his own two feet and fallen face first to the ground with a yelped "shit!", his metal Edgar Allen Poe lunch box slipping from his grasp and landing a couple of feet away.

Maybe if I don't move, they won't see me. Like dinosaurs.

A moment of silence passes. Then another.

...Pete hears shuffling behind him, then feels a pair of footsteps right next to him.

"Ya gonna get up, or what, hairflip?" The voice is nasally and deep- hot, and when Pete looks up, he sees Craig mother-fucking Tucker standing above him.

"Nah," Pete says with all the confidence in the world, a goofy grin spread wide on his face as if he didn't just gay panic and fall to the ground after catching two (incredibly) good looking men make out and then proceed to lay on said ground in embarrassment, "I like it down here."

A snort comes from behind Craig, and then Stan Marsh is also standing right next to Pete's fallen body; but whereas Craig just stands there, Stan reaches out a hand and offers to pull the goth back up onto his feet. "Can't be that comfortable down there, Thelman."

After a moment's hesitation, Pete accepts the offer and grabs onto Stan's hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground- Holy shiiit, he's strong!

"Thanks..." Pete looks up once he's back on his feet, only to be met face-to-face with Stan, "bro."

The word comes out awkward and strained, and Pete has to stop himself from flinching.

Stan raises an eyebrow. "Uh, no problem... dude?"

A nasally laugh has both Pete and Stan turning towards Craig, who looks at them like they're idiots. "Y'all might as well fuck and get it over with."

Stan screeches- screeches! - and looks like he's about ready to punch that stoic expression off of Craig's face.

Pete, on the other hand, grins again despite the color creeping up on his cheeks. "I'm down. What do you say, big boy?"

Again, Stan makes a noise of disbelief.

"Told ya he was gay, Marsh." Craig nudges Stan, making him stumble into Pete; the two of them grab on each other's arms, Pete's gay panic returning as he feels Stan's hands grip onto his biceps. "I totally caught him staring your ass the other day."

Oh, shit.

(Pete had, in fact, been staring at Stan's ass the other day, and he knew he'd been caught by Craig when the chullo hat adorned man looked him in the eyes and raised his eyebrows; Pete had tried to play it off, raising his brows back, but Craig kept his normally stoic expression (seriously, does the guy not know how to make any other face?!) and flipped the goth off before turning away.)

"He was not!" Stan denies Craig's claim, looking into Pete's eyes as he pulls away, regaining his balance. "Right, Thelman? Tell him!"

"Yeah, uh..." Pete trails off, rubbing the back of his neck and looking from Stan to Craig, who raises his lips a little in a small smirk (So he DOES know how to make other expressions!), then back to Stan. "He's not wrong."

"What?!" Stan glares at Pete, though his look holds no malice, only disbelief and slight confusion.

Pete smiles sheepishly. "What? You gotta nice ass, dude!"

"Damn right he does." Craig snorts and smacks Stan's ass. "'s even better when he's on his hands and knees."

"I'm leaving. Neither of you talk to me ever again." Stan turns around and begins walking away (he doesn't trip like Pete had).

"See ya tonight, princess!" Craig calls to Stan's retreating figure, the words, though obviously meaning to be mocking, sounding almost concerned.

And Stan, whether he catches the tone in Craig's voice or not, sticks up his middle finger without missing a step (Really taking after his boyfriend(? friend with benefits?), huh). "Fuck you, Tucker!"

(Pete and Craig both shamelessly watch Stan walk away, and Craig even wolf-whistles.)

When Stan is out of sight, Craig turns towards Pete.

"Your uncle works late, yeah? We'll be over later." Craig walks always before Pete can form a coherent sentence, throwing his middle finger up in goodbye. "See ya, Thelman!"

It's only as Pete bends over to pick up his abandoned lunchbox that he remembers: Craig Tucker works at the gas station situated across the trailer park where Pete lives.

Fuck.

[sp-by-april]

Alright, so like, remember how I told you about the yandere Pete thing? That's my request. And it's okay if you don't want to but hear my vision!! The reader is Pete's boyfriend, and she's been flirting with Michael a bit, so at a sleepover in Michael's house everyone falls asleep in the living room, and Pete takes the reader into Michael's room and fucks her on his bed as revenge for flirting with his girlfriend.

Yandere Pete is a good concept!! Thanks for waiting 💖

Pete x F!Reader

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My boyfriend Pete and I were hanging out with his friends. It was movie night, which meant we all got together at Michael’s place. We spent the evening watching old horror films, it was a good time.

At the end of the night, everyone but Pete and I were asleep and crashed out in the living room.

He grabbed my hand and led me to Michael’s bedroom. Then he closed the door behind us and locked it.

He turned to me and I was a little worried, “What do I have to do to keep your attention?”

I was taken aback, “What do you mean?’

He stepped towards me and pushed me onto the bed, “You spent all fucking night flirting with Michael,”

Okay, I flirted a little, but all night is such an exaggeration.

”So what do I have to do?” Pete asked as he climbed on top of me, “Do I need to remind you that you belong to me?”

“Pete…” I wasn’t sure what to say, I don’t think it would’ve mattered anyway, he was pulling my panties to my ankles.

Then he slid them off and tossed them on the bed.

He hiked up my skirt, then bit his lip as he began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pushed them down to his thighs and as his cock sprang up, I wanted to drool. Pete was so thick and all wet with precum, I always loved looking at him.

“I’m all you need,” He leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth as she rubbed the head of his dick over my slit, “You should know that by now,”

He pushed inside me and I nearly gasped. I grabbed at the blanket beneath me as he started moving in long, deep strokes.

He rubbed the sweet spot inside of me with every thrust eliciting a melody of moans that I couldn’t control.

A satisfied smirk slid over his face as he watched me writhe and listened to the sounds I was filling the room with.

His hand dropped between us and his fingers brushed over my clit, “Tell me you love me,”

He started to rub my clit in tight circles and I was in heaven.

“I love you Pete,” My back arched as my muscles tensed up, “I really love you,”

He started to rub faster and thrust harder and I cried out as all the pleasure he’d been forcing on me completely overtook my body. My toes curled as the soft, warm walls inside of my core closed around him and gripped him tight.

Pete’s eyes rolled back and his hips jumped into me. A loud, shaking groan poured out of him as he held himself deep inside of me. His cock pulsed violently as he filled me up in hot, wet, spurts.

He panted over me and kissed me hard. Our tongues rolled over each other and I could feel all the tension in his muscles dissolve away.

I sighed contently, “You’re all I need. I promise,”