#post covid ! kenny mccormick x reader

[4raykage]

they are the same :D

[summ3rg4l]

May I request a platonic x reader for the main boys. Where they learn the reader is a girl somehow but before they were all under the belief she was a boy and that she didn’t care to much about her gender to correct them (like a Haruhi Fujioka situation)

I really didn’t know what to write so it’s pretty short tbh

“Wait wait wait! You’re telling that that this whole time we’ve been hanging out with a chick!?”

Cartman stares at you completely perplexed on how he didn’t see that you were a girl the whole time.

“Mghf Mghf Mghf?”

“Ewww Kenny…”

“I just didn’t think it was that important.” You shrugged dismissively and put your hands into your pockets.

“NOT THAT IMPORTANT!?!? How do we know that you’re not a spy that the girls sent to get more information from us!” Cartman narrows his eyes.

“That’s retarded fatass.” Kyle rolls his eyes and crosses his arms

“Yeah why would the girls send a spy?”

“I don’t really see why my gender matters.”

“Guys come here for a second.” Cartman ushers for the other three boys to follow him away from you. After a few seconds you hear Kyle yell. “We’re not killing (name) Cartman!”

“It’s the only way kahl! We have to kill her before she gives away all of our secrets!” He looks back at you “Hey (name). Nothing going on here just chatting Y’know.”

[hoosurdaddy]

Post Covid!Stan's group: Riding their face.

Pairing: post covid!stan marsh x reader, post covid!kyle broflovski x reader, post covid!eric cartman x reader, post covid!kenny mccormick x reader.

Triggers: 18+, oral (f receiving), face sitting.

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This would 100% be Stan's favourite way to devour you bc he can be lazy sometimes and with you sitting on his face is ideal. He'd hold you up, giving your slit long licks and straight up tongue fuck you as he purposely brushed his nose against your clit. You'd be so confused as to how he breathes? Some way, some how his fingers would play at your core, and it would be crazy when you shout his name from your orgasm. Stan would be smiling up at you with wet lips.

Kyle would do this when you both have been dating for awhile and are comfortable with each other but once it happens, oh gosh, he would go all in. Kyle would be so good, remembering what you liked and just had the right amount of teasing before giving into you completely. With your hips rolling and your moaning above him, Kyle would get so hard, especially when you got close; Kyle would happily flatten his tongue against your pussy and let you roll your hips against his tongue and cum.

Just like Stan, this is the perfect position for Cartman to be lazy in and just bury his head into your pussy. He would be thrusting his own hips air, imagining that he was fucking you while his tongue moved deeper and deeper into you. He would be grunting beneath you as you tugged and gripped his hair, moving him to exactly where you wanted him to be.

Kenny would be gripping your thighs and holding you down against his mouth and wouldn't let up even when you tried to move away from him when the pleasure got to him. Kenny would have his lips wrapped around your clit and wouldn't let you up until you eventually were screaming his name and grinding against his mouth.

[southparkxreader]

pairings:  post covid ! kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh x reader. trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns ,  uses of y/n + l/n ( get that interactive fic extension loaded , lads  ) .  disclaimer : i haven’t written anything like this in a long time .  only interact with this post if you are 18 or above , minors are not welcomed on my blog . small intro of a future series im going to start in a fic form , putting this out there to see if anyone is interested and to get a taste for how alive the fandom is .

stay with me ... fanfic series being kenny’s assistant.

kenny has a nasty habit of losing track - it can range from his paper work , to notes when he’s going on one of his tangents and just needing to let it all out before it fleets from mind, to as simple as forgetting what day of the week it is : forgetting dates, scheduled events, that sort of thing. he really cannot coordinate his own life if it meant saving it, he’s just got too much going on, ten fold when it comes to his work -

it was kyle’s idea, actually - listening to kenny apologize yet again for forgetting one of the days they were supposed to meet up on. he sighs, exasperated, annoyed, any rational person would be when plans kept going haywire because someone couldn’t even bother to turn up “have you thought about a personal assistant ?” leaning on his kitchen counter, watching the new snow fall as he leaned into the phone “it’ll help. if it doesn’t, i’m just going to stop making plans with you.”

is he being serious ? no, but still - he’s on thin ice.

kenny starts interviewing a week later, because it really isn’t a bad idea - he’s ashamed that he never thought of it sooner. the applications come flooding through, who wouldn’t want a front row seat to a genius like him ? the things they’d get to witness first hand, new discoveries, seeing his mind in person and with a front row seat. it was too good to be true, nobody in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to put their application through.

after about a dozen interviews, he’s just about ready to give up.

then,,,, you come in - it was like he took a shot of vodka with how you snapped him awake - his eyes trail over you for a moment, he could see straight away how nervous you were - despite how much you were trying to hide it. cheeks were clearly flushed, fidgeting with your fingers before you held out a hand towards the man, smile shaky but bright as you did your best to put on a brave face, a little tremble in your hand as anxiety shot through you didn’t go missed, either  “its a pleasure to meet you, mr mccormick, truly, it’s an honour. ” 

well, right then and there, kenny thought you were just the sweetest little thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. he had his mind made up before your hands locked together, his large palm swallowing yours so easily as he sent you a dazzling smile, if any of his friends were in the room they’d make faces, sending him an accusing glare , they know the look too well and it’s anything but innocent “it’s a pleasure meet you too, mrs. l/n. you flatter me too much, please, sit - let’s begin, it says here that you - “

he has to at least pretend to be professional.

you got the phone call later that night with confirmation that you got the job.  did you dance around your apartment, scream the minute the phone call ended ? absolutely you did. now you have a chance to actually enjoy work, to do something with your life rather than dragging yourself through it, to work along side the brightest mind of their generation.

he called kyle up the minute things were confirmed. telling him it was the best and only good idea he'll ever have again. to which he responds with a "fuck you... wait, what are you talking about ... why do you sound like that?" kyle knows, he knows kenny too well not to know.

when stan, kyle and kenny next have a meet up, it’s an annoying shocked and open surprise that kenny graced them with his presence, for having the ability to turn up on time. after a lot of shit talking, kenny finally falls into speaking about you, a little too much, stan and kyle have no choice but to want to meet you.  

when they do ... ?

oh... oh they get it . 

[vampirevatican]

Being Kenny McCormick's Wife

coming from the trenches and being able to see the future (thx postcovid) ong it's not that bad, fuck you fanfic nd canon cartman

he's rich and famous, like, nobel prize and putting up a science wing in his home town's school famous. so you bet your ass that you are treated like royalty and you are also in the news headlines at times

he'd buy you anything you wanted, has chefs and maids because he is a very busy man; so, you don't have to do any of that. "wifey duties?" no need. you are his queen, you are his equal.

huge cuddle man, definitely big spoon, but you gotta get him to stop messing around on his laptop if he's still in work mode.

he's still goofy, still a silly guy and he makes that obvious when he's not working on something big or important around the office or at home. scoops you up from behind in a bear hug and swings you around a bit

high-key pda, will start kissing your face all over infront of anyone. not at all ashamed of his baby and proud to show you off

if you're just as clever, a bit of a stem girlie, willing to aid in his works? he sings your praises the whole time and talks about it in any interview or at any event when asked about how he gets his ideas. you're shy, put yourself down, or humble yourself?? he's speaking for you, again you are equals and so much more than just a 'muse.'

[southparkhcsocs]

You guys have to forgive me for a while!

I'm re-making my schedule while I have in-laws visiting!

But I have exciting new content coming!

Nearing the end in SITM 😭

A mini comic prequel to SITM, Bet

Head canon collaboration with @princessconsuela120

A new Cartman x reader NSFW comic, Acceptance! (Patreon exclusive!)

A new PC!Kyle x reader SFW (mostly) comic, Councillor!

Fallout AU drawing almost finished!

I've also added more benefits to my Patreon!

So yeah, I'm getting busy and I need to work around work for it but I will update soon!

[cartmankisser]

Can you write some post covid Kenny fluff please? ^^

post covid is hard for me to write so i'm sorry if this isn't very good,,,, especially for kenny because he was dead for most of it 😭 BUT I WILL TRY!!!!!

he LOVES to spoil you!! i mean cmon hes rich asf. but also because he grew up so poor, so being able to spend as much money as he wants makes him so happy and proud of himself for working so hard.

makes notes of things you like!! silver or gold jewelry, what flowers you like (or are allergic to), stuff like that!

he'd make sure to remember your favorite foods so he can see if new restaurants have it!!! so he can surprise you with a date night and a reservation there.

(for fem readers) he loves to pamper you!! he takes you to get your hair and nails done alllll the time!! and if you're ever worried about the price, he'll make sure to reassure you that it's no problem at all.

i just see him being such a funky guy like idk he's just funky

corny dad jokes. superrrr cheesy shit (and knowing kenny,, probably sexual). he just likes to see you smile and laugh! even if you tell him how much you love him multiple times a day, it's still a nice reminder that you're happy around him!

funky old man likes to act like he's still a teenager and dance around the kitchen with you,, idk i feel like i can see him poorly dancing and singing a cheesy love song with you ^^

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter fifteen: Keep the Wolves Away —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of suicide attempt, heavy stuff guys tread lightly

Authors note: I’m not gonna lie this chapters kinda heavy. Enjoy guys, we’re almost at the end!

—✧

It was a lot more peaceful in the mountains at nighttime. You’d hear the occasional howl from the wolves, or the sound of running water from the river just a few yards from the cabin. But Kenny realized that the peacefulness was very soothing, like a breath of fresh air from the normally loud nature of our friend group. Not that he didn’t love our friend group, he did. He just appreciated the silence a little bit more because of it.

Kenny had wondered off late at night, or morning you could say, to go and smoke out by the bridge above the river. He wanted to be surrounded by the quiet. Instead he was met with a sight that was anything but peaceful.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing out there!” He yelled, noticing the silohoure of a figure standing by the edge of the bridge.

“Kenny?” The voice called. Kenny rubbed his eyes, trying to determine wether he actually saw who stood infront of him or if his weed may have been laced.

“Cartman? What the fuck dude?” Kenny called out, coming closer to Cartman who stepped back at the sight of Kenny.

“Kenny go back to the cabin.” He said softly, holding his hands out in a calm manner. Kenny shook his head, his expression getting angrier and less patient.

“No, what the hell are you doing at the edge of a bridge at, 3 fucking am?!” He yelled, and Cartman shook his head, sighing.

“It’s nothing Kenny, just go back to the cabin.”

“I’m not going back.” Kenny said, crossing his arms angrily.

“Really Kenny I just..” Cartman said, stepping back slowly.

“Get away from the edge Cartman!” Kenny shouted, as Cartman’s leg slipped back. “Fuck!” Kenny shouted, running over to where he was. Eric’s hand was stuck in the fence on the bridge's edge. Kenny grabbed his arm, grunting as he attempted to pull him back up.

“Jesus, why are you so goddamn heavy!” Kenny shouted, tears now streaming down Eric’s face as he hung off the edge.

“Just let me go Kenny!” Eric shouted, making Kenny feel his heart drop.

“Stop saying that Eric, it’s not funny!” Kenny shouted back, finally pulling Cartman far enough up to keep him safe. However, in the heat of the moment, the momentum from Cartman being brought up knocked Kenny over the edge.

“Kenny!” Cartman shouted, running to the edge to see Kenny at the bottom. He struggled to pull out his phone while climbing down the side, meeting where Kenny had fallen at the bottom. He grabbed him, pulling him out onto a patch of grass as he dialed a number in the phone. “Holy shit, oh my god. Oh fuck.”

—✧

“What do you want fatass?” Kyle asked, pulling out his phone to answer Cartman’s 8th call. He was extremely annoyed with the boys constant calls, in fear it would wake up Juno who had finally just gotten to sleep after a long night of vomiting and discomfort.

“Kyle please..” Eric sobbed, causing Kyle to sit up once noticing the urgency.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, Cartman trying to contain himself on the other end.

“Please, I’d never ask you for anything but this again.” Cartman cried. Kyle got out of bed carefully, sending me one last glance before walking out into the hall.

“Cartman what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice much more kind then when he had answered.

“It’s Kenny he, oh god, he’s still breathing just, I don’t know if he’s conscious.” He rambled, unable to catch his breath from how panicked he was.

“Cartman it’s 4 in the morning, what are you two doing?” Kyle asked, whispering to not wake anyone else up.

“Please just come here now, and call ambulance please!” Cartman yelled, hanging up the phone before sending Kyle his location.

Kyle wasn’t even entirely sure what was wrong, but the thought of Kenny being unconscious made his chest feel heavy. He threw in the first pair of slippers he found, hoping Tweek wouldn’t freak out once seeing his slippers where gone, and ran to the car. It was only a bit away from the cabin, but Kyle was to panicked to think.

“What the hell?” Kyle yelled, getting out of the car to see Cartman holding onto Kenny below the bridge. He struggled to get down over the side, running to Kenny’s side when he got there.

“Kyle, please!” Cartman shouted, making Kyle gesture urgently.

“I called the ambulance, they’re in their way. What happened?”

“I was out on the bridge and then, I slipped and he caught me but he fell..he’s been slipping in and out ever since.” Cartman explained, causing Kyle to sigh as he pulled Kenny into his lap.

“Fuck… Kenny can you hear me?” Kyle called, shaking him slightly.

“Kyle?”

Kyle flinched when he looked down, seeing the cuts and bruises scattered over Kenny’s body.

“Yeah Ken it’s me, can you breathe okay?” Kyle asked, but Kenny didn’t answer. He shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks.

“Please, please I don’t wanna die for real this time.” Kenny sobbed, making Kyle’s heart ache at his broken voice.

“It’s okay Kenny, you’re not gonna die..”

“I won’t wake up this time, it won’t go back to normal this time please, I’m afraid.” Kenny continued to plead, looking down at his body with fear.

“It’s okay Ken. You’re talking crazy just try to breathe.” Kyle reassured.

“I’m so scared, it hurts, I don’t want to die.” Tears were now streaming down Kenny’s face violently, as ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance.

“You hear that? That’s the sirens. You’re gonna be okay.” Kyle reassured, sending Cartman to go and wave the ambulance down.

“I’m scaredd…I..” Kenny’s eyes began to shut, open again, then shut once again. Kyle could feel tears in his eyes.

“Kenny? No, no no Kenny c’mon keep your eyes open. Come onn…no! Listen to my voice.” Kyle yelled, shaking Kenny aggressively to get him to wake up.

“They’re down here!” One of the officers called, bringing a group of men who came down and lifted Kenny up and into the stretcher.

“Please, my friends he..”

“Your friend is in good hands.” The officer annoucned.

“We need a extra hands pronto!”

“Are you alright sir are you injured?” They asked Kyle, who shakes his head in response, looking at his now bloodied pajamas.

“I’m fine, the blood isn’t mine.”

“We better take this one, his blood pressure scarily low and it seems he’s dislocated an arm.” They said, turning to Eric who shook his head.

“I’m fine.” He replied snappily, making Kyle sigh.

“Cartman don’t fight with the paramedics please, it’s not the time.” He lectured, which made Eric nod.

“Okay.”

“I’ll call your mom Cartman..”

“No! No, it’s fine, I’m fine, she doesn’t need to be worried. God knows how much trouble I be in, chicks and I right?” Eric yelled, making Kyle furrow his eyebrows confused as they all made their way to the ambulance.

“Okay..hey, wait! I want to come too.” Kyle said, moving in to where they had brought Kenny.

“Are you family?”

Kyle nodded, rubbing his forehead with frustration.

“Yeah..yeah we’re family.”

—✧

I had quickly made my way to the hospital once Kyle had called, we had to wait until the next morning but we went nonetheless. We both stopped in Cartman’s room forst to check up on him, and now it was my turn to split and check up on Kenny.

“I’m gonna go see Kenny.” I said, kissing Kyle’s cheek as I pulled away from his grasp.

“Okay love, be careful. You know the doctor said no more stress because you could…” He said sternly, making me roll my eyes as I called back, walking to the door.

“I know, I know.” I mumbled, making myself chuckle playfully.

“I love you!” He called out, making me blow him a kiss.

“I love you too!” I yelled back, before leaving and closing the door. Kyle sighed, turning to smile slightly at Eric.

“Hey.” Kyle said quietly, making Eric smile at him.

“So with Juno, everything okay with..” Eric tried to stall, hoping he could ignore the dreaded lecture from Kyle, but the angry look on his face said otherwise.

“Cut the crap Cartman.” Kyle hissed, making Eric look down was he pressed his lips together.

“Yeah. Yeah okay.” Eric mumbled, trying his hardest to avoid Kyle’s eye contact.

“You know that was a really, awful thing you did.” Kyle said angrily, gritting his teeth as he glared at Eric.

“I know.”

“Kenny could’ve died!” He shouted, not letting Eric keep talking. The room was dead silent, the only noise being the ticking of the fan from above the bed.

“He wasn’t supposed to be there.” Eric said quietly, still not looking up at Kyle, who had let his hands fall to his sides, showing just how angry he was.

“Well thank fucking God he was huh? You could’ve died!” Kyle shouted again, and Eric sighed.

“I know.”

“What the hell would have possessed you to get that close to the edge of the bridge?” Kyle snapped, making Eric sigh, finally looking up at the flaming angry expression left on his face.

“Look, it’s really not something I need to get into okay? Kenny’s fine, I’m fine, we’re all fine.”

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke you were trying to play there Cartman! Kenny’s in the hospital, he’s in a lot of pain. He almost died, and you seem like you couldn’t care at all that it’s your fault!” Kyle continued to yell, making Eric get angry now.

“I know it’s my fault goddamn it!” Eric yelled, causing Kyle to recoil slightly, shocked Eric would get so angry. “Kenny shouldn’t even have been there! I should’ve just gone over the edge like I was supposed to but the bastard had to save me!” Eric yelled, now making Kyle go quiet.

“What?”

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. What do you say when your friend tells you something like that?

“I don’t think I have to explain further exactly what I was doing at that bridge.” Eric said, quieter this time.

It was quiet again. Kyle stared holes into the side of Eric’s face as he looked up at the ceiling. A few tears left Eric’s cheeks. It was true that Kyle and Eric had the worst rivalry in all of South Park. They hated each other. So much so that they had to be split up in classes to prevent further outbursts. But Kyle didn’t actually hate Eric, and Eric didn’t actually hate Kyle. He didn’t know why he was admitting this to Kyle, maybe it was because he was so mad it just came out. Or maybe, after all the fighting they had, Eric realized that Kyle and him had been through the most bullshit since he was alive. Maybe he knew Kyle would understand. Or maybe he just needed to tell someone, and hoped Kyle hated him enough to let it be. Kyle wasn’t sure why either, but he did know one thing. Eric Cartman would not kill himself, Kyle wasn’t gonna let that happen.

“This is serious dude, you have to tell somebody.” Kyle said softly, his enter demeanor changing.

“I just told you, didn't I?” Eric said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Kyle sighed instead, choosing to ignore the sarcasm dripping off Eric’s tongue.

“Yeah but, I mean someone who can help. Does your mom know?”

“No. And she doesn’t need to know. She’s going through enough right now.” Eric said, shaking his head as he clutched his forehead with frustration.

“Dude, I know we get at each other's throats a lot but you know I’m always here for you.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Hey, I’m right here talking to you now, right? No yelling. Just talking.” Kyle said, smiling kindly at Eric, who smiled back.

“Yeah, talking. It’s nice.” Eric said as he nodded. Kyle sighed, shaking his head as he frowned.

“I don’t want you to die Cartman, you’re my friend.” Kyle couldn’t help but get choked up at the thought.

“I thought you hated me.” Eric said with a chuckle, making Kyle scoff.

“I never hated you, I hated the things you said. That doesn’t mean I want you to die. And I sure as hell know Juno doesn’t.” Kyle said. The mention of her name made Eric smile.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah Cartman?”

“My mom has cancer.” Eric said, so quiet he had hoped no one could hear him. But Kyle did, Eric could tell he did by the way his eyes softened. “And, well, they don’t think she’s gonna survive. And if she doesn’t, I don’t know if I will either.”

—✧

I’m not sure when it was that Kenny and I became, Kenny and Juno. It was some time around kindergarten, when I offered him some of my lunch on our second day. Ever since he had cling to me, and I to him. We partnered together for everything, so much so even Stan started to get jealous. Something to do with our friendship, something which had sealed us in time forever, must have been when we were in 4th grade. Kenny and his family had been put into foster care after their parents had been taken. It was around the time that Kenny and I first started discovering his unkillable quality. See, growing up, I was the only person who remembered Kenny dying. Every single death. For some reason, knowing that much about a person seals your friendship forever.

“Jesus…what are you still doing here June?” Kenny asked, sitting up slightly in his spot, waking me up from where I had been napping leant against his hospital bed.

“Huh?” I mummbled, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes as I sat up.

“Its fucking, 3 in the morning how have they not kicked you out yet?” He asked, making me smirk proudly.

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Do I even wanna know how you managed to stay?”

“Probably not.” He chuckled x before sighing as he gestured to me disappointedly.

“You should be at home Juno, you’re pregnant and on bed rest. This stress isn’t good for you.” Kenny said, resting a weak hand on my stomach. He smiled slightly when feeling the baby place a kick against his hand.

“Well I would be even more stressed at home and not next to you.” I said, smiling as I grabbed his hand. He smiled back, it was a weak smile but a smile nonetheless. “Besides, you’re not allowed to die before you're the godfather to my child. They’re gonna need an uncle Kenny if they’re gonna survive. I’m gonna need an uncle Kenny.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Come on, you know I’d probably be back. I mean how much do we really trust that Katullo actually rid me of my power.” He teased, making me shake my head, my facial expression quickly dropping at the memory of the god.

“That doesn’t settle knowing you’ll be in pain. Just you wait til I give birth to this thing, you’ll be the one remembering my pain, see how I feel.” I remarked, making him chuckle.

“I don’t think that’s a very legitimate threat.”

“Totally is…they said you can come home tomorrow.”

“Sweet.” He cheered, fist bumping me.

“You managed to break your arm, fracture your shoulder and sprain an ankle. The rest of your injuries are a few bruises and some rough cuts that will heal soon enough. Got that sick new scar across the bridge of your nose though.” I explained, tracing his new scar carefully with my fingers. He nodded his head, looking at his reflection proudly.

“Cool.”

“Don’t worry though, you get to be my practice dummy for feeding this thing.” I teased, pointing to my bump, referring to the fact that I would be spoon feeding him until his arms healed.

“Ew, Juno I love you and all but I don’t know how Kyle would feel about me sucking your boobs.” He teased, earning a light shove from me as he laughed loudly.

“Not that you pervert! I mean I can help hand feed you til your arm heals.”

“How lovely.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“I talked to your parents about it, they’re gonna let me stay with you for a week or two to help you get back on your feet.” I explained, making Kenny shake his head defiantly.

“Juno you can’t do that.” He said, making me shake my head, letting Kenny know it’s no trouble for me to help him.

“No, it’s okay really. Kyle’s okay with it, and the doctor said I need to move around a bit more anyway. Besides, I’m bringing food from home so I can cook for you and your family.”

I could hear him sigh at the thought. I had known food and money was always rough for Kenny and his family. Anytime I would stay over I would always bring something along with me to help support them. Kenny always detested, but appreciated my care for his family nonetheless.

“What if you go into early labor at my house?” He joked, making me scoff.

“Would you chill? You’re my best friend Kenny, I’m not about to not take care of you. Besides, Karen said she’ll let me sleep in her room, so I can have sleepovers with my best girlfriend.” I said happily, smiling back at Kenny at the mention of his sister. He smiled, grabbing my hand and squeezing it as much as he could with his weak arms.

“You know, you’re gonna be a great mom Juno.” He said kindly, making me rub my thumb gently against the back of his hand.

“Thanks Ken, that means a lot.”

“Where would I be without you?” He asked, making me shrug.

“Dead probably.”

“Yup, again and again and again..” he teased, making me push him as he chuckled loudly at my aggrivation. It was true, there was something to be said between a pregnant teen and her Kenny. It’s a funny thing really, the concept of soulmates. You always think of them as someone you’re meant to love romantically for the rest of your life in every universe. But I know for a fact that Kenny McCormick is my soulmate. And it may not be romantically, but I would love him forever.

[so-silly]

hello ^^ I plan on opening my ask thing soon because I'm kind of bored and while I'm practicing my art, i thought id work on my writing skills a bit. so I'm gonna do some pov typa stuff with ships, y/n, how characters would react, etc; with south park main 4 as well as Craig and those guys.

I'll write any ship or y/n shit you want but I'm not gonna do smut lol

[southangel]

Masterlist

Stan Marsh

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic) (POST-COVID)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader Scared of the Dark HCs (romantic)

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Stan Marsh x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader Scared of the Dark HCs (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Eric Cartman

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Their Child HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Twin Sibling HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Kid In Fights HCs (platonic)

Eric Cartman x GN!Reader Younger Sibling HCs (platonic) (POST-COVID)

Butters Stotch

Butters Stotch x Fem!Reader Adopted Sibling HCs (platonic) (POST-COVID)

Craig Tucker

Craig Tucker x GN!Reader SFW and NSFW HCs (romantic)

Craig Tucker x GN!Reader SFW and NSFW HCs (romantic) (Yandere)

Tweek Tweak

nothing yet..

Clyde Donovan

nothing yet..

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy Testaburger x Fem!Reader Touch Starved HCs (romantic)

Poly Relationships

nothing yet..

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[hoosurdaddy]

Post Covid!Kenny NSFW headcannons.

Pairing: Kenny McCormick x Reader.

Triggers: 18+, smut all over. Smut throughout. Pt2??

NOTE!!!: I can’t find a gif of Kenny during post covid therefore I am using @.SPFKymanCartyle on Twitter. This is THEIR work and THEIR design. All credit goes to them. Their work is incredible I would 100% recommend checking it out. Once again, the picture of Kenny is NOT MINE, it is @.SPFKymanCartyle on Twitter.

NSFW Headcannons:

* Kenny for real, has a size kink and loves manhandling you and throwing you into every position he can. However, he only does that when he’s 100% sure he won’t hurt you. Kenny will literally be fucking you against the wall then throw you onto the bed.

* Kenny adores you. He would 100% body worship you in every single way. Kenny is so grateful for you and he wouldn’t be satisfied if he didn’t allow himself to indulge in you fully.

* If you’ve long hair, Kenny loves pulling your hair into a ponytail and guiding your mouth up and down his cock. He loves stroking your hair all the while he controls how long he wants to last. If not, Kenny would adore fucking your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. Ughh, imagine his moans as he fucks your mouth. Kenny could of died happily when he came home from a stressful day of work to see you, naked, with your mouth opened and on your knees, ready for your mouth to be fucked.

* “That’s my girl.” Kenny smirked as he pulled your hair into a makeshift pony. “How did I get so lucky??”

* Kenny has nicknames for you, but his favourite is “baby girl” 🤍

* “You like my big cock inside you, baby girl?”

* I feel like Kenny isn’t really into Dom/sub, however, I think Kenny is more on the Dom side of things?? Like idk how to describe it. Anyways, Kenny has a need to protect and pleasure you. It’s his pussy and he’ll do what he wants. 🤷‍♀️

* Kenny is the furthers thing from a gentleman, he will leave marks everywhere and anywhere you want him too (well where he wants) especially in the heat of the moment, Kenny will leave dark bruises all down your neck, breasts, thighs, hips, ass, etc. good luck wearing shorts or skirts during the summer.

* Tends to grunt rather than moan but hearing him saying your name in his deep voice is just chef kiss.

* Loves loves love doggy style. Kenny loves looking at your ass as he fucks you from behind. He loves pulling you back onto him, holding you there for a few seconds before going back to thrusting and repeating.

* Also really really really loves you riding him. Kenny would have one had holding your ass and another going between your tits. He enjoys thinking you have control but he would easily flip you over in two seconds.

* I feel like Kenny has a bit of a dumbification kink?? Idk why. But since Kenny has all this money, and is buying you nice clothes, he enjoys the thought of you dressing like a complete slut for him and pretending to be stupid when he asks you a simple question. Kenny takes pride in his smart girl but sometimes he’s needs to fuck his smart girl dumb.

* I feel aswell that Kenny might have a breeding kink but doesn’t want kids (just yet??). Idk I’m a bit iffy on this. But he would finger his cum back into you to be safe ✌️🤍

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“Oh fuck! Kenny.” You whined as his hips thrusted up to meet yours as you rode him. You throw your head back, bouncing up and down to meet him. Between the pain of the overstimulation and pleasure, you knew Kenny wasn’t letting up just yet.

“Kenny! I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, and Kenny began thrusting into your cunt harder. Your cunt clenched around Kenny’s cock, despite the burning in your legs and tummy from bouncing on Kenny’s cock, you swear you were to explode.

Kenny grunted before spilling into you, and continued to fuck you through your high as your moans and whines of your orgasm got louder before you plopped down ontop of Kenny, panting, him still inside you. The two of you laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from eachothers bodies. It wasn’t long until you felt Kenny getting hard once again along with the burning kisses he left on your neck, you knew you were in for a long night.

[southparkxreader]

title : the assisant . pairings:  post covid !  kenny mccormick x reader | timeline b. trigger warnings : age gaps . reader is in her middle twenties , everyone else is forty nine . specific uses of she/her pronouns ,  uses of y/n + l/n . writers note : i’m really, really nervous about this, i feel like this is a little rough but i just want to get kenny & y/n’s dynamic written so it opens more possibilities. i promise you, this is going to get better - 😭 feed back is always encouraged !

"good morning, mr mccormick" you said breathlessly, clumsily putting down his usual breakfast order on the desk - you take a little too much pride in how you didn't spill a single drop of coffee as the carboard crashes roughly onto the surface.

"good morning, miss l/n" kenny mirrors back, a tug pulling at his lips as he stops paying attention to his ipad, opting to watching you closely as you attempted to make the items organized, they were always placed down the same way. sandwich on the left in the centre, the coffee slightly above it on the right. he doesn't miss the way your tongue rolls over your lips as it had your full concertation, in fact it's all he can focus on, only drawn away when you start paying attention to him once bearings were gathered.

when you finally look up, your eyes meet, regret thrums inside your chest. heated cheeks from jogging across the building only became worse as embarrassment crashes through your veins at the very obvious amused glint in your boss' eyes - the grin on his lips that clearly indicates that he's laughing at you rather than with you.

"you're late."

as if you don't already know that from the state of you, your bottom lip jutted out a little at the comment, it’s that look exactly which makes kenny to tease you as often as he does " i know, sir, i'm really sorry " you straighten yourself up as best you can, fingers curling in the fabric of your blazer and tugging the front down, ridding it of creases that were only obvious to you "first there was a personal emergency that needed to get seen to, then traffic piled up on the main road - "

"hey hey, take it easy - " he soothes, though the laugh can’t be helped, placing his ipad down on the desk as he walked around it, he sits on the very edge of the desk as you remained stood there, frazzled and distracted despite doing your best to bring your attention back into the room " we've talked about this, more than once, we're laid back here - "

" i -  "

"not finished" he raised his index finger to his lips, the moment it did your lips knitted shut, obediently stopping your response as you let him continue - " a couple of bad mornings are bound to happen, life'll get in the way and make leaving the house unbearable, believe me, i get that - it's about not making habits out of them, to push through as much as you can to not allow these moments impose on your work. " your once tense shoulders slump forward with each word he spoke  - a defeated stance taking over, lips pressing together as you swallow around the anxiety.

"... okay?" there’s a certain delicately around the answer - wanting to know that you heard him while also making you aware he can see the sudden mood shift.

"yeah, i - thank you, sir, i'm sorry. i just really need - correction, i want this job, i enjoy working here, for you - for once i'm looking a boss in the face and meaning it, do you know how revolutionary that is ? " he chuckles at that, though allows you to continue as he sees your eyebrows stitching together in thought, " i suppose i'm just ... worried about jeopardizing my position here."

"you couldn't, you’re doing amazing work here, you helped me remember what date it is today - “ corner of lips twitch at that, “you’d only get fired if it was something ... really bad, like you royally screwed up, i'm talking completely cause this company and my work to collapse - "

"thank you, sir ... i think ?"

"no i mean you making a catastrophic mistake, like leaking my work to the enemy - "

the enemy ?  what is he -

" uh, sir ?"

"you really don't give me the impression of doing something like that, though - but i suppose looks can be deceiving - "

oh, that's what he's doing. you're no stranger to this, but it still always manages to confuse you when this happens... whatever this is, exactly. kenny had the tendency to go on and on, internal thoughts meeting the surface for all to hear - the first time he did it you had never been so confused in your life, it took one of his colleagues pulling your aside to explain that this is simply... kenny.

"sir."

"i knew that face was yours was hiding something devious - " little do you know, this tangent is a lot more intentional than his others - this is based solely on the ground to make you feel lighter again, to feel comfortable. to rid the worry from your forehead and make that smile break out across your face, the one he loves so much - you didn't deserve to feel so sad,  to look it, he certainly never wanted to be the cause of it.

"mr mccormick, please" you tried to sound firm, but instead it came out in a tumble of giggles as your face broke out in a smile at his shenanigans.

"there it is" he murmurs ; more to himself than you, referring to the way your face lights up as the smile breaks out across your face, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when showing an emotion as pure as joy "did you manage to eat this morning?" you shake your head, his foot drags forward the chair in front of you both that's tucked under the desk ; "sit" you can't help but follow,  sitting down on the comfortable chair as your eyes peered up at him, watching every move he does. your eyes land on the way he reaches for the breakfast sandwich that he always orders.

"have this - "

"oh, no, sir, that's your regular - "

he stares at you for a moment, blinking a few times " ... so?"

"it's... your food" he can’t help the way his eyes rolled, what you fail to detect is the fondness that lingered behind the action - picking up the neatly folded order and peeling the foil away. “the last thing we need, miss l/n is you passing out on the job. you can’t organize my life for me when in the hospital - “  he pauses for a moment, still as a statue "actually, you probably could - but let's not test out that theory - " the slice that was on top is picked up, kenny doing the honours of wrapping a piece of tissue at the bottom so nothing fails out unexpectedly. you know it's a losing battle, once kenny puts his mind to an idea, there's no pulling him away from it. so you reach out, delicately taking the half he offered you and took a bite out of the corner, the moment the taste explodes on tongue, you realized how hungry you were. "better ?" "mmm ..." you hum around another bite "hmhmm -"  instead of a chuckle, a laugh rumbles through his chest as your reaction, clearly proving he made the right choice in the slight peer pressure he put you under. taking the moment to pluck the other half of the sandwhich and takes a large bite of his own. "once we're done with breakfast, we can talk about the day ahead. right now, you need to take this moment to relax, go for a smoke or something - " "oh, thomas undergrove is expecting a - " "what did i just ?" he scorns playfully, picking up a piece of extra tissue and throwing it in your direction. "i'm sorry, sorry - right, later - "

“atta girl” he praises “here, take my  coffee. i can grab one from the breakroom - no, don’t argue with me, you know win.  ”

[vampirevatican]

Eating for... Three!?

pairing - Kenny McCormick x black! fem reader

genre/tags - pregnant reader, twin babies, tooth rotting fluff

notes - 1.7k words. yes this is a pregnancy fic, no i won't be detailing the birth but the journey? oh yes please. do i wanna be a mother? hell no. do i love family fluff, sims family gameplay, the idea or stories of happy families, think that babies are adorable? yes.

summary - You know about Kenny's upbringing, where he came from, and how if he ever had kids he wanted to do better than his parents. The first night you heard about it you saw the determination in those blue eyes and felt your heart melt, he really wanted to go above and beyond for his own. When you brought up baby names he was a little bit curious but didn't want to pressure you into it. So that night, while you two were about to sleep, you brought up trying for a baby. He could barely contain himself.

"Ken, I want a baby." You were both winding down for the night. Him in just boxers, the covers and laptop covering his legs, and you in a bonnet and silk night gown. He immediately stopped what he was doing on his laptop and looked over at you, shocked and excited. You've mentioned baby names before, it wasn't like you guys weren't having sex whenever he had free time, but did that mean you were off of your birth control? "A..are you sure?" He had to take a pause at the start of his sentence, still startled by the sudden reality he was in. He has already set aside the laptop, slightly turned to face you in bed; eager and trying to control his enthusiasm but that was impossible. When you nodded he pulled you into a hug and kissed your face as you laughed and hugged him back. "Yup, been thinking on it for a bit and figured we might as well." You said as he pulled away and you looked into his blue eyes. "You've always wanted a family, and I wasn't fully against it just concerned of what the child would be brought into." You looked around at the huge bedroom, the floor to ceiling windows covered by blinds, walk in closet connected to a bathroom and vanity. "I think we'll do great." You gave him a light kiss and whispered, "There may be a chance we'll have one already."

It definitely didn't take too long either, given Kenny's drive and him taking off work for the next few weeks he could. You two were like rabbits around the mansion, save for the nursery you set aside. One day decorating it, with Kenny doing the heavy lifting, you took in everything. How ornate, adorable, and welcoming the room was. "Kenny," you said to him as he was hanging up picture frames that were yet to be filled. "Yes, my love?" You couldn't help but smile, as he looked over at you and came to your side. He pulled you into a side hug, taking in the room with you, "We're going to spoil this kid rotten."

WEEK 0-13 (0-3 Months)

You've seen and heard about morning sickness but was hoping, praying, that it'd miraculously pass you. It didn't. Neither did the other side effects you read about with you husband.

Kenny held your braids back while you were puking in the toilet, tying the box braids into a high ponytail and rubbing your back. "It'll be over soon darling." He told you, doing his best to reassure you and immensely grateful you're willing to be the mother of his children, your children. He didn't mind the constant trips to the bathroom to pee, whenever he noticed you were tired he was quick to get you to rest.

"Kenny I'm fine, just a little..." You yawned, laying in bed next to him. "Tired. Please get some rest, your body needs it." Not being able to resist his request; being obviously very sleepy and so comfy in the warm covers, smooth sheets, and plush mattress, you only gave him a look in protest before drifting off. By the time you were awake again he already had clothes set out for you to get ready for the appointment to check in on the baby. He helped you get ready every step of the way with some protest from you. "I ain't even showing yet Ken, you don't have to wait on me hand and foot." He simply shrugged, having the both of you take the elevator down instead of the stairs. "I just love pampering you. You're my lovely wife, who's carrying our precious child, even if they're not fully formed yet." You let out a small chuckle at his words.

The baby was fine, right where they should be with no complications, but you were facing the changes of having the little one around. Looking online it seemed that it'd just get more intense as it went on. Your sense of smell made it so that there was the sent of lavender, pine sol and coco butter throughout the mansion. Whenever Kenny asked what you wanted to eat the cravings and aversions grew stronger. Foods you didn't like before, you now hated a few and found others delicious. Foods you did like before became strong favorites. Though that wasn't the only thing that fluctuated.

Kenny was understanding during your mood swings. There to comfort or reassure with whatever you were sobbing so much about and quick to step back and listen whenever you were pissed. "Don't fuckin' touch me. My god, everything is pissing me off. Why are the people at the office so incompetent? We're both not there for a couple of weeks and they wanna blow up my phone. The hell they reaching out to me for?" Kenny was listening to your rant as he answered emails in bed with you as the TV played, knowing it'd pass eventually. "No idea dear, but after 6 meetings that could've been emails. I completely understand how you fee-" He looked over to see your deadpan expression and immediately took back his words.

WEEKS 14-27 (3-6 Months)

As the baby grew so did your cravings and so did your stomach. When going for another ultrasound with Kenny, wearing shades and having security do their best to keep off journalists and paparazzi, you were both surprised to discover the news. The obstetrician, a black woman you had personally requested from the start, was analyzing the monitor and making sure she was seeing things right. "Yeah, that's..." she said pausing for a second and turning the monitor to you and your husband. "Looks like you're having two little one's Mrs.Mccormick." Hearing the news your worries had melted away to pure joy and astonishment as you squeezed Kenny's hand. The blonde was just as excited, there'd be two additions to the family soon.

Then came baby names, along with the little ones deciding to make themselves known with each press to your belly. If they weren't stretching their hands or feet, it felt like your stomach was doing flips. Kenny would rub your belly with lotion after a bath and talk to them, earning small kicks and you letting him know that they hear him. You still made an effort to be capable and move around but your body definitely wasn't what it was, not to mention the little ones reminding you that you're their mommy now. When your feet and ankles swelled or your body was aching? Immediate bedrest, ordered by none other than your husband of course. "Ken I'm fine, I can get up and-" every protest was met with a 'No.' and kisses to your cheek or forehead. He waited on you hand and foot, no buts or exceptions.

The baby shower was small, with just a few friends and family. Being that Kenny is a famous philanthropist; the announcements, unveilings, and multiple interviews you both had, just made it easier.

Of course, before the baby shower, he made the announcement of y'all having little ones soon to the presses. "Yes we're having children. Now, if you could please give us some privacy." He was very blunt with it and it made some headlines but that wasn't for you to worry about.

There were balloons, a small cake decorated to look like a crib with little blocks that spelled 'welcome babies'. Looking around at the colors, (pastel purple and yellow) two-tiered diaper cake, and the table crowded in baby clothes and toys you thought 'These babies are gonna be spoiled past rotten.' You wouldn't have it any other way though. From the start you always wanted to give your children everything they could ever want and more and with their father growing up and being who he is, it was a recipe for the most loved and gifted children.

WEEKS 28 - 42 (6-9 Months)

At this point, there wasn't much fighting on your end of being pampered. The only time you were out of bed, you went to the bathroom or your husband helped you in and out of the tub. The twins were ready to leave and with each passing day, their restless movements made that well known. All that was left in the wake of the twins was just them pulling a circ-de-solei whenever they felt like it. When it was strong but not enough to stop you in your tracks, adorable, and whenever it wasn't Kenny was there to try and make you laugh or aid you in any way possible. "Don't make me come in there." He was holding your belly, looking down and talking to them. For some reason that would get them to stop moving or, "You're hurting mommy." then there was no movement from either of them.

When it was around go time, Kenny was more than prepared. He had a set car, chauffeur, everything packed. The months before he was reading parenting books along with you, maybe even more than you. A few times you'd wake up in the middle of the night to pee, you'd catch him wide awake reading and something about that made you feel better. Kenny was always a doting husband. Not just through expensive gifts, date nights, or vacations but also being there for you through anything. He'd help take down your protective styles, watch videos on how to do and take care of your hair. Over the pregnancy you were in an afro most of the time. Partialy out of tiredness, carrying two became a hassle over time, and the other half because when you caught sight of yourself; you felt a sense of pride and immense joy. You were a mother, you're a mother.

The little ones took their time coming out. Enough time for there to be little moments between you and your husband that were more sweet than nearly crushing his hand. Though when the pair was born, and you held them in your arms as your husband got a picture before holding one of them himself. That same feeling came back, your hair was back in a protective style but that didn't change anything. Your crotchet braids were done by a professional before the due date, they held up nice; save for the edges because of the sweat, but as Kenny slicked them back and kissed your forehead you just smiled. 'Im a mother.' and as you thought that, the little girl in your arms held your finger with her tiny hand.

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