#south park x insert

[angel-gone-dark]

She’s My Collar

Wendy Testaburger has it all. Beauty, smarts, and a wicked libido to match. Kenny grit his teeth as he watched her flirt with the new girl. She had big tits, so clearly he had called dibs. He’d just have to show her up.

CW: none, unless you count shamelessly sandwiching my mootie between Wendy and Kenny as a content warning!

@sp-by-april

April rolled her eyes at the fight two of her classmates were having. One of them was hot, the ginger, but she had utterly no interest in whatever they were saying. The bell rang and she sighed in relief, getting up and adjusting her skirt. She was taken aback when Kenny McCormick, who she had heard was a playboy, approached her.

“Heyyy, April, right?” He asked, leaning on the back of a chair. She raised a brow at him.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“Yeah, say I was wondering, you’re really smart, could you tutor me?” He did his best to seem suave.

“Aren’t you friends with Kyle? Just ask him.” Kenny pouted, putting more of his weight on the chair he had his hand on.

“I don’t wanna ask him, he’s so mea-” He cut himself off as the chair fell, sending him tumbling forwards. He groaned as April giggled above him.

“Alright, but I do all of my studying with Wendy at my house. See you after school.”

Kenny laid there defeated. Of course Wendy would be there.

word count: 180

[angelofthenight]

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

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

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

[yoyomomiko]

★彡MASTERLIST

୨୧ -- REQUEST RULES

୨୧ -- NAVIGATION

x - headcanons

☆ - nsfw

★RAMSHACKLE

Stone

[...]

Skipp

[...]

Vinnie

[...]

★DEMON SLAYER

Tanjiro Kamado

[...]

Nezuko Kamado

[...]

Zenitsu Agatsuma

[...]

Inosuke Hashibira

-> "I'll protect you!"

Genya Shinazugawa

[...]

Muichiro Tokito

-> First Kiss

-> "She wasn't supposed to be talking to you."

-> "Jealous? Me?"

-> "Isn't it beautiful?" -- halloween special

Tomioka Giyuu

-> Treats for you! (x)

-> "More!" -- halloween special

Sanemi Shinazugawa

-> Treats for you! (x)

Iguro Obanai

-> Treats for you! (x)

Shinobu Kocho

-> "You're not leaving." -- halloween special

Mitsuri Kanroji

[...]

★HUNTER X HUNTER

Gon Freecs

[...]

Killua Zoldyck

[...]

Kurapika Kurta

[...]

Feitan Portor

-> BITE INTO ME -- halloween special

★SOUTH PARK

Stan Marsh

[...]

Kyle Broflovski

[...]

Kenny McCormick

[...]

Eric Cartman

[...]

Craig Tucker

-> Opposites

-> Taller than you... (x)

Tweek Tweak

[...]

Clyde Donovan

-> "I messed up."

Wendy Testaburger

-> Matchmaker

Bebe Stevens

-> Piggyback ride

-> Taller than you... (x)

★KOMI CAN'T COMMUNICATE

Shousuke Komi

-> Do that again 18+

★DIARY OF A WIMPY KID

Rodrick Heffley

[...]

★MOUTHWASHING

Daisuke

-> crushing/confessing and during relationship (x)

-> hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping (x)

-> pet names/nicknames, 'texting' (x)

-> costumes, pumpkin carving and scary stories (x)

-> Drift to Sleep

-> Christmas and Valentine's Day (x)

-> jealousy headcanons (x)

-> marking headcanons ☆ (x)

-> imagine - (getting caught making out) ☆

-> eating out headcanons ☆ (x)

-> Too obvious! ☆

-> Lunch break ☆

Anya

-> affection (receiving + giving) (x)

★CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the Killer

-> he catches you crying (x)

Ben Drowned

[...]

Ticci Toby

[...]

Jane the Killer

[...]

★ONE PIECE

Monkey D Luffy

-> They're jealous (x)

Roronoa Zoro

-> They're jealous (x)

Vinsmoke Sanji

-> They're jealous (x)

Nami

[...]

Nico Robin

[...]

Portgas D Ace

-> They're jealous (x)

-> mean!ace ☆ (x)

SERIES MASTERLIST:

★RAMSHACKLE

★DEMON SLAYER

★HUNTER X HUNTER

★SOUTH PARK

★KOMI CAN'T COMMUNICATE

★DIARY OF A WIMPY KID

★MOUTHWASHING

★CREEPYPASTA

SPECIALS:

★ ⋮ halloween special

★yoyomiko ★miko

[shhh-secret-time]

Kyle Broflovski

26 y.o (He/Him)

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

Headcanons:

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

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

》 This feeds his caffeine addiction

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

☆ Has a habit of piling to much on his plate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

》 Kyle cooks -> Stan does the dishes

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

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

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

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

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

☆ Comes in handy when he smokes weed

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

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

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

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

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

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

》 Somehow his phone is immaculate, baffling really

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

》 He gets distracted to easily with it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Kyle! I love you!'

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

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

(Here's the blank version! ♡ )

[rencoons-trashcan]

Ok, so a friend of mine showed me a villain oc x kenny/mysterion fanfic some time ago and oh boi- with that, rewatching the whole show and replaying the games kenny has become such a comfort character lately aaaaa- he deserves the best ;;-;;

[rei-comfort-zone]

shipping with a South Park character. just go ahead and kill yourself.

Actually☝️🤓 I ship myself with THREE South Park characters. My three boyfriends are so cute💖💋

Anon got so mad that had to tell me a "kys" as a anon because of some South Park characters being my selfship lmaoooo

Thanks for acknowledging my selfship anyways😻💖

[l0ve-dov3]

Elf-Knight Kyle HC!

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

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

• kyle is surprisingly good at close combat

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

• kyle takes some effort to make truly angry

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

• kyle is the diplomat of his kingdom alllll the way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

• he is very possessive with his partners and friends

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

• “you dare raise your sword to her!”

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

• he is not chill in the face of battle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[camellia-salazar]

April's drawings and doodles!! Get ready! 🎉🌟

At first, I was gonna draw ARG tangled in some rope, but then the rope looked like a ribbon, so I made Gangle into a monster instead. Also, I drew two of the most underated cats from Warriors ever, especially Lionheart.

(I started this first but finished it second). Drawings of certain characters cause their birthdays this month, except for Colin his birthday is at the end of March. I just forgot to draw him. I just love how Cody, Popee, and Waluigi share the same birthday, tho. 🎉

Edit: (No offense to those born on April 1st, btw).

I was writing a story with these six, inspired by The New Prophecy. But I haven't written it in some time. Idk if I'll ever continue it. I don't think I'll post it anywhere, either. Probably.

The next two drawings I started a month or so ago but didn't finish until this month.

Took quite a while to finish, but I'm glad I did. Idk where this takes place yet, but it is a scene from that crossover I keep thinking about but never really writing down.

Either takes place before or after the drawing above it, I don't really remember. What I do know, tho is that I drew these drawings because idk I just felt like Adam would have interesting interactions with some other characters.

I rushed this at the end. I did not want to leave it out. I want a clean slate next month. God damn it. I love crossovers, how bout you?

More about the Multifandom lore and other stuff below if you want:

Characters who die in canon that end up in the place (idk what to call it) keep being in the clothing that they died in. (Rip Ram and Kurt from Heathers: the Musical). (Spoilers warning if needed) So Adam is stuck with his robe he wore during the war with Charlie and the others from the hotel.

Also, about the 3rd drawing, like I said, it's an idea I had that, yes, takes place in the same crossover thing I think about. The colors in the background of each kiddo are involved in it, too.

The first two drawings are pretty much just some random doodles (idk what to do with the one with ARG and monster Gangle) while the other three kinda have stories to them that may or may not be written or animated on someday. (God, I hope that last sentence made sense).

Oh, and Bluey, Bingo and their cousins got to visit the Cul-De-Sac cause of a reason that's also in the multifandom/crossover I think about, I don't know if I should explain it or not. Meh.

BTW I've tried to match the original art styles of everything before, but this time, I've taken some steps forward. The hardest thing to figure out is the claynimated ones like Orel, Clay, and Claire. But I managed (for now, probably).

Edit: i went back and fixed it, I feel so much better about it now.

I even tried to have it seem like Bluey and others are slowly transitioning to the EEnE art style a bit.

But anyways, thanks for looking at my art and reading my rant! (If you did, if not, don't worry)

Have a good one! 🌟✨️✨️👋

(i keep forgetting to include my logo in my fanarts, but whatever, maybe next time, maybe next year ill start. Idk.)

[ilovesmg3]

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[sharkinthetoilet]

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

please and ty

Early relationship things with kyle

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

☆-kyle:

Kyle is overly anxious with your relationship

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

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

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

Ok so maybe that's not how it was

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

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

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

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

And that's just what sticked after

Not that you minded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[heinouscolette]

For You

Casanova!Kenny McCormick x Reader | High School AU

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

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

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

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

"I can't help it."

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

She just sighed and pat your back.

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

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

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

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

"What a kid."

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nicole's really gonna scold you tonight.

To be continued...

[angel-gone-dark]

He’s Got His Mother’s Hips - 4 [Lights Out]

CWs: Death, awkward ass interactions, leigh is legit having a breakdown for half of this

The cards were powerful. 52 of them, completely controlled by the will of Leigh. April whooped with glee every time the effects would cause some sort of shenanigans. Leigh exploded a dumpster or three, the friends giggling at the loud bang and eruption of garbage.

Their commotion attracted a visitor. As they caught their breath on a rooftop, Mysterion landed near them.

“Petit Mort. Who is this?”

“He can talk, you know.” She sassed back, umbrella held defensively. Mysterion sighed and turned to Leigh.

“Name. Now.” The shorter man grinned, hands up in mock defense, as he approached.

“Me? I’m nobody important, big guy. I’m just Heartless.” He grabbed Mysterion’s hand in a handshake, grinning cheekily. “Heard a lot about you. It’s quite an honor.”

“You’re causing trouble.” He yanked his hand away harshly, a snarl in his voice and on his face. “Go home.”

“Oh, home? We just came out, really that would be such a shame…” Leigh trailed off, shuffling his cards in his hands. “See, I have a better idea.”

“Wha-?!” Mysterion gasped. Before he could blink, Heartless had made a staff with his cards and sent him plummeting to the ground. He grabbed at his side for his grappling hook, and-

Splat. Leigh looked downward horrified, yanking off his mask to gape down at what he’d done.

“No, no no no no.” He hyperventilated, looking teary eyed at April as he pulled up his mask. “Who… who is…” he choked out.

“…Kenny.” She swallowed hard, not daring to look for herself. Leigh dropped to his knees and wailed.

April pulled him up as he sobbed, dragging him back to his. He was exhausted from crying. She ensured he was safely inside before going to her house- and anonymously reported the body.

── .✦

Leigh’s mom forced him out of bed the next morning. He looked like shit, and didn’t even bother to bind. Just changed himself into cleaner pajamas to go to school in. He stood at the bus stop, nearly nodding off. Every time he felt like collapsing, the sight of Kenny’s body would scare him awake. The way his legs twisted. The blood. Leigh felt like vomiting.

Kyle felt a little relieved every time he saw Leigh standing there. Someone else sane that his friends hadn't scared off yet. His brows furrowed at the sight of the boy today, however. He looked awful, deep bags under his eyes and hair tangled in a fucked up ponytail. He was pale and trembled, resembling something like a crumpled tissue in the wind.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, voice soft. Leigh jumped and looked at him with wide hazel eyes.

“F-fine. You?” He averted his gaze back to his feet.

“I’m good. Um, y'know you can talk to me. If you ever need it.” He sighed, not wanting to press the issue.

“Yeah. Thanks, Kyle.”

Before any more words could be said, Stan and Eric were at the bus stop, and the moment was gone.

── .✦

Leigh leaned his head on his hand, zoning out in class. Kyle kindly took a second set of notes for him, figuring that he would need them.

The door opened and both lazily looked up.

“Sorry I’m late.” Kenny panted. “I missed the bus.”

The teacher excused him to his seat. Leigh bore holes in the side of his head, trying to decide if this was real or if he had fallen asleep during the lecture. He swallowed hard and wrote a note, passing it over.

‘how?’

Kenny raised a brow at him quizzically and replied in the same fashion.

‘how what?’

‘how are you not dead?’

Kenny choked on air. He looked at the other boy with the widest eyes, excusing himself to the bathroom and sending Leigh a pointed look to excuse himself yoo. He did.

“You remember.” Kenny said, glancing underneath stalls for any stragglers as he locked the door.

“W-well, no. I mean, look. I walked up on your body while going on a walk last night.” He lied, hands shaking. “I called the cops about it. I had to watch them scrape you off of the pavement, Kenny.”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like that.” He relaxed. There’s no way the sniveling and trembling boy before him was a villain, let alone the one who killed him. “I.. I’m okay though. I always come back, okay? No need to worry about me.”

Leigh sniffled, nodding as Kenny held him by the cheeks to kiss his forehead. The small boy clung to him for at least three minutes before he let go.

“I’m happy you’re okay, Kenny.”

“Me too, Leigh.”

── .✦

Lunch was as usual, except April and Leigh huddled in a corner of the hallways to talk.

“He what?” She exclaimed. “There’s no fucking way.”

“Keep your voice down. And I swear to you, it happened.”

“Okay, let’s say I believe you. Who else would remember?”

“Other than him? I have no clue. Butters and Cartman are his best friends, right?” April scoffed.

“I wish they weren’t.”

“Hey-” Leigh started, cutting himself off as Butters made his way by. He sent a look to April before walking with the lanky blonde. “Hey, Butters?”

“Yeah Leigh?” He beamed, happy-go-lucky. “Whatcha need?”

“I know something.” Butters’s face fell into a grimace.

“Meet me at the U-Stor-It. Tonight. Unit two hundred twenty three.”

He walked off, mood returning to joyful as he went to lunch. Leigh stood baffled, looking at a smirking April.

“You just got a date with Chaos.”

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[vivyorss]

just some facts about these two

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[yoyomomiko]

HALLOWEEN WRITING LIST!

This is how the list looks like for now!! I hope I can get to finish writing all of these...

-> m.list

★DEMON SLAYER

1. Tomioka x Vampire!reader

-> "More!"

2. Witch!Shinobu x reader

-> "You're not leaving."

3. Siren!Mitsuri x reader

4. Incubus!Obanai x reader

6. Werewolf!Sanemi x reader

7. Muichiro x Ghost!reader

-> "Isn't it beautiful?"

★SOUTH PARK

1. Imp!Tweek x reader

2. Craig x Cat!reader

3. Ghost!Stan x reader

4. Zombie!Kyle x reader

★HUNTER X HUNTER

1. Cat!Killua x reader

2. Vampire!Feitan x reader

-> BITE INTO ME

★yoyomiko ★miko

[shhh-secret-time]

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

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

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

Me too

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

Pairing: Kyle x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But I was just-"

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

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

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

"Good girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Got something to say Mama?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Again?"

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

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

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

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

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