#sp post Covid x reader

[4raykage]

they are the same :D

[limes-milf-heaven]

PC!Kyle x Fem!Reader Smut drabble

Here's a little drabble I wrote about Post Covid Kyle getting cock drunk on the reader's pussy >:)

Tags: Smut, AFAB reader, cock drunk Kyle, PC!Kyle, Younger reader (?)

“F-fuck, you’re so tight-“ Kyle whined as he thrusted into you, his movements becoming sloppy and erratic as he could feel himself getting close to his release.

You buried your burning face into the crook of his neck and whimpered, clawing red marks into the skin on his back. 

Your head spun as you couldn’t even remember how times you’d came, but you could feel the ever so familiar pressure building up in your core again as Kyle continued to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

“I-I’m gonna cum- please, I need it so badly, let me cum inside you-“ He stuttered, completely drunk on the overwhelming ecstasy you brought him as his hips stuttered.

[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 . 

[brook1yn-baby]

poison

pc!stan oneshot <3

characters; post covid stan x fem reader

warnings; dom/sub themes, fem+male masturbation, exhibitionism kinda, praise+degradation, petnames (sweetpea, baby), daddy kink, smut with aftercare 💋

a/n; this is for the anon that requested pc stan nsfw i’m dumb and accidentally deleted the ask 😪 thank u for requesting, it made my day teehee

stan hated his job.

okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. his job was…bearable. the pay was good, hours were flexible, he was basically his own boss and he worked from home. an online whiskey consultant wasn’t exactly a job he’d expected to be doing, especially so late in his life, but he was definitely passionate about it. or was it the alcohol he was passionate about? he could never quite tell. even so, he didn’t dread getting up every morning to answer calls from businessmen who had nothing better to spend their money on than copious amounts of whiskey.

but, right now, as he sits by his desk in his office on the phone to some guy who just can’t decide between two different bottles, he hates his job. and no, it wasn’t because the guy had spent the past twenty minutes mumbling to himself about the price and still hadn’t made a decision. it was during those twenty minutes that stan decided he hated his job. because during those twenty minutes, you’d walked into his office, sat on the sofa across from him and spread your legs, revealing that you were wearing nothing under your skirt.

god, stan really, really hated his job.

he couldn’t speak. even if he could, he wouldn’t be allowed. dirty-talking his pretty little tease of a girlfriend while on the phone with a client probably wasn’t the best look for the company. still, he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from your slow, gentle fingers as they slipped over your chest, stopping to pinch your nipples. the look on your face was enough to get him hard: bottom lip between your teeth, eyes half-lidded, staring right at him. there was probably the beginning of a smirk somewhere in there too, but stan was too busy watching your slutty display to check.

you knew for a fact this would end in a punishment. sure, stan loved how needy, how desperate you were for him, but always said the same thing when you were begging him to touch you; ‘good girls are patient. y’gonna be a good girl for daddy?’

usually, you’d whine, but nod and leave him be until he decided you deserved a reward. today was different. you weren’t gonna give him the chance to say anything. you’d woken up and his side of the bed was empty, you’d eaten breakfast, lunch and dinner alone, you’d gone grocery shopping and even carried all of the bags inside by yourself. he’d been in his office all day, and you were sick of it.

so, as your finger runs slow circles on your clit and his eyes darken, you know you’ve finally gotten his attention. the guy on the phone must’ve said something important, because stan has to drag his eyes away from you for a second, mumbling as he quickly types something on his computer, sighing. you giggle at his frustration, but stop promptly as he gives you a certain look; one that says ‘i’m not done with you yet’.

you take it in your stride, pushing a single digit into yourself, letting out a hushed whimper and grinning up at him. you knew it was taking everything in him to not throw his phone down and fuck you stupid. instead, he palmed at his cock through his pants, his face stoic. when you slip another finger in though, your moans a little louder now, his breath catches in his throat. he continues talking to the man on the other end of the phone, but there’s an edge to his voice, like he’s about to snap any second and hang up. you fuck yourself with your fingers, slowly, letting him watch you adjust to the feeling. fuck, you were still so tight. stan’s practically sweating now, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. he’s so hard it looks painful. he grabs his tip, wiping the precum down his length and pumping his dick as he stares at you, almost in awe of how much of a whore he’d turned you in to.

you would’ve never pulled this stunt when you first started dating.

he smirks as you bring your other hand back to your chest, swirling your fingertips around your nipple, grabbing and pinching, desperate for more stimulation. it wasn’t enough, and he knew it. you both knew it. it wasn’t him.

stan must’ve reached his breaking point as he cuts off the man on the phone. “look, dude, it’s not hard. get the macallan.” his hand leaves his dick to type something, then returns to jerking himself off as soon as the guy agrees and says he’ll order that one. he exchanges quick, strained pleasantries before basically throwing his phone onto the desk.

he doesn’t move for a few seconds. you stop your movements, removing your fingers and sitting still on the couch, full of adrenaline and lust.

then, he laughs. it’s quiet, and with his head down, you can barely hear him. he leans back in his chair, cock still upright and dripping as he looks down at you. “you wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing?” his words are sharp and harsh, and it’s obvious he’s pissed. still, you give him the least nervous smile you can muster. you weren’t used to taking the reigns for once, or atleast trying to. stan was usually the one to instigate anything in your relationship, and as much as you liked him being soft with you, you needed something else. it was like an itch you couldn’t scratch- you knew he was capable of going harder on you, you just had to push him. luckily for you, this seemed to do it.

you hum quietly. “nothin’.”

that makes him laugh again. but it’s louder, a lot louder, and there’s an air of anger to it. “nothin’, huh?” he nods gently. then, slowly, he stands up, looking down at you still sat cautiously on the couch. his dick twitches against his stomach as he watches you from this new angle. he leans down slightly, hand coming to your jaw to hold your head towards him. “did i tell you to stop?”

you could’ve come from just the way he looked down at you. still holding his gaze, you bring your fingers back to your cunt, pushing two digits back inside. you rest your head on his hand as you fuck yourself, fast and messy, desperate to reach your high before he can take it away from you. he brushes a few stray hairs from your face, rubbing your cheek gently as he coos at your soft whimpers- it was so humiliating, and it made you even wetter. “there’s my obedient little girl.” his voice is quiet. he watches you intently, his cock still throbbing against his stomach. it was so difficult for him to just watch you and not touch himself.

it’s not hard to finish; you clench around your fingers, legs shaking as he pets your hair, whispering obscenities through your orgasm. your breathing is heavy when you finally settle down, as is stan’s. you go to remove your fingers, the warning signs of overstimulation already prominent, but stop when you feel stan’s large hand wrap around your wrist, keeping yours in place. his other grips your chin a little tighter. he tuts gently. “you wanted to be a little slut,” his voice is low and it sends a shiver down your spine, “so i’m gonna treat you like one.”

his hand moves slowly, coercing your fingers inside of yourself and you let him, curling them to reach your sweet spot, all while letting out strained moans. he ignores your whining, simply repeating his earlier words; you had decided to act like a whore, and you were gonna be punished for it. by now, the line between pain and pleasure had blurred. you couldn’t tell whether the ache in your core was from exhaustion or another building orgasm, but it didn’t matter anyway. you force your eyes open when he takes his hand from your chin, watching through blurry vision as he jerks himself off and pushes your fingers deeper inside of you. it was so intoxicating, so embarrassingly delicious. you were a squirming mess next to him, babbling as your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.

you can barely speak as it passes. you’re begging by this point, soft whimpers and pained ‘please’s, though you’re unsure whether you’re begging for it to stop or for him to finally fuck you. stan seems to get the message, wiping the stray tears from your pink cheeks and removing his hand from your wrist. “s’too much baby?” his words are soft, but the grin on his face is smug. you nod pitifully, sniffling, legs still shaky. suddenly, his hand snakes up your spine, coming to grab at your hair and pushing you back on the couch. his hands pull you up to your knees, leaving you face down and arched. “too fuckin’ bad, slut.” you hear his voice behind you, then feel his cock slap against your pussy. you’re dripping and sore from your first two orgasms and you’re not sure if you can handle a third, but it’s blaringly obvious you don’t get a choice as he pushes into you.

it stings, and leaves you tearing up again as he bottoms out, but fuck, does it feel good. it’s like he’s made to fuck you. your whole body ached, and you were pretty sure your legs were about to collapse, but as he slams into you, you can’t focus on anything but how big he feels inside of you. he was already close, his movements sloppy and harsh, but he was making the most of this. he needed to make sure he taught you a lesson.

your hands grab onto anything they can; you grasp at the couch, trying to hold yourself up as each of his thrusts seem harder than the last. he clutches at your hips with strong, thick fingers, squeezing slightly as he nears orgasm, urged on by your muffled moans and tears. you manage to come again, but it’s overshadowed by the pain searing through your whole body. you let yourself fall forward into the soft cushions on the couch, stan now fully supporting your bottom half as he pushes in a few more times, bottoming out with a strained grunt when he finishes inside of you.

as soon as he pulls out, you feel disgusting. you’re sticky with sweat and come, shaking and tearing up on the couch. you hear him recollect himself, feel the space next to you dip as he takes a seat, panting. his attention is immediately on you. he places a soft hand on your leg, rubbing gentle circles on your thigh. you sit up shakily, wiping your eyes as he gestures for you to sit on his lap, arms wide. you don’t hesitate to crawl onto him, settling comfortably with your face buried in his neck, whispering teary apologies. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, shushing you softly. “s’okay, baby,” he mutters, still holding you close to his chest, “just wanted daddy’s attention, didn’t you?”

you nod, his hand reaching up to brush through your hair. it was true; you weren’t used to him being so busy with work, and it was weird not being around him all day. you had gotten so comfortable in your domesticated daily routine with stan that when he wasn’t there when you woke up, or when you ate, or when you were out running errands, everything felt wrong.

he puts two fingers under your chin, pulling you up to look at him. his expression softens as he wipes your tears, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “i’m not angry, baby. just can’t let you act out without punishing you,”

you understood. this was the first time you’d gone against his rules and, as incredible as you felt during, it was gonna be hard coming down after that. fortunately, stan was there to help you through. “gonna go get a cloth to clean you up, okay baby? be a good girl and stay here,”

he slides you from his lap back to the couch, bending down to press a final kiss to your forehead, then getting up to leave with a proud grin. he’d definitely taught you a lesson.

[southparkhcsocs]

Oh no what happened idk I suddenly can't see idk

Goodnight

[summ3rg4l]

HIII I was wondering if you could do some Craig x reader dating hcs?💕(some smut too but only if you feel comfortable <3)

Sorry it took me literally forever to write this 😭😭😭

Cw/Tw: None

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Relationship:: Established relationship

Note:: I didn’t feel in the mood to write the smut part but I might some other day sorry. Also if you want to request anything please read the pinned post on my blog!

Reader pronouns:: She/her

Type:: Just fluffy headcannons!

Craig Tucker—★

When I look at Craig he seems like the type of person to bite reader for no reason (thats probably why his teeth are fucked up). He would be cuddling with you and then you suddenly him bite your shoulder.

He loves it when you flip him off after he flips you off. Like you ate one of his fries or something then you get the middle finger but you do it back, got him thinking “yep she’s the one.”

He gets jealous sometimes but he’d just ignore you and go pout in a corner till you ask what’s wrong, but even then he wouldn’t tell you so you’d have to push

If you buy/make little outfits for stripe he will literally marry you right then and there

Let’s be fr Craig is a bully so he’d be covered in bruises and cuts so you have to be his personal doctor <3

If you wear makeup he would want to watch you put it on but call you dumb for wearing it. He’s constantly asking what stuff is

“What is that tube of clear stuff? It looks dumb.”

“The lip gloss???”

You share your stuff with him but he doesn’t let you lay a finger on his

He would be shy to kiss you because of his braces but after you two date for a while he would give you little pecks all over your face for no real reason 🥹

Craig really reminds me of a cat so he would knock over stuff that’s just sitting there

*Knocks over water bottle*

“Why did you do that?”

“Why not?”

He likes to hold your hand when you guys are walking somewhere in public. He gotta make sure people know you’re taken 😈💪💪

He’ll come up behind you and give you a hug then lay his head on your shoulder and whisper something like “I missed you.”

He’s not really a nickname kinda guy. He wouldn’t care if you gave him one but the best he could do is “honey”

He’s surprisingly good at comforting you. You could be crying about anything and he’d instantly make you feel better

He’s actually pretty romantic! He’d pull up to your house with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day

“These are for you honey.”

“I’m allergic to it roses.”

“…”

Before you guys get together he would talk about you to his friends ALL THE TIME

“If (name) was my girlfriend I’d be sooo happy..”

[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.'

[bell-writes-wierd-shit]

yo ill take sp/dsmp/mha fanfic reqest !! hs, fics, sfw, nsfw(rules with nsfw vary with fandom.) rlly any fandom if i know it good(prefureibly the three i said bc those are my currents fixations,)

character x charactwer or with character x reader.

ill do poly within reson (ex- creek/style/bunny/crenny x reader)

RESQEST- just send a ask or comment.

good reqest-

hi, can u plz write ____x____ (then a plot. im slow w/updates bc most reqest have no promt. so plz, send promt.)

i wont take

incest

pedo

non con

piss

wierd ass kinks

Like fights. Or viloce in that since. (Sh is an diffrent story)

dnf/dream.

nsfw with minors(south park kids can have make outs and aged to 16-17, anythig sexual will e discribed at 18 or more.)

if a person is gay irl, themwith a reader of witch thier not attracted to.(dosn't apply to south park bc it dont really matter yall)

(not limited to this.holds the right to simply say no)

i will do

s/h / suicidal/suicide atemps(i will do slight in detail but it will be tw and under a cut for any my other triggering content.)

drugs/addtions(warned, and may be off as ill behonest here i aint done shit before. but still reading it intrest me aton)

romantic stuff with tommy/tubbo/ranboo, but nothing overly.

WONT DO ALL CHARACTERS/people ! depnds on what i think

[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

[vrisrezis]

Can you do the yandere South Park boys post COVID nsfw headcanons

General tw since all these are noncon or hint to being noncon; tw on Stan’s for hitting and stuff like that.

Stan is completely two different moods. If a dom, he’s gentle and loving. Staring at your body, it’s almost teasing (or maybe you’re just dreading the inevitable). He likes to enjoy you, and he wants to make you feel good. He won’t stop until you do. (Which can get really dark given the circumstances). But as a sub, he’s extremely dark extremely quick. He gets extremely kinky in a sub mode, he’s a huge masochist. He would be into things such as choking, hitting, slapping, etc. he wants it to hurt. More than the average person would want it to hurt in this setting, it’s actually scary. It’s even more horrifying when he lets out those wails of pain.

Kyle is very controlling, normally a switch but in this situation is only a dom because he likes having control of the situation. Generally pretty rough in bed since he doesn’t really have sex with you unless it’s to get some frustrations out. He does have his moments of gentleness but they’re rare. You can dom him, but he’d just consider you a brat and consider himself a power bottom (even if that’s not the situation at all). Kyle doesn’t have much of a sex drive as a yandere, since he gets most of his frustrations and highs from killing people.

Cartman is controlling, normally I can also see as a switch but is only dom in this situation because of how controlling he also is in bed, it’s 10x worse than Kyle for the fact he likes having sex often, whether you like it or not. He doesn’t really care, he is under the impression he’s in charge of you and your pleasure, and unless you want an angry Eric on your hands you better fake those orgasms. Sex with him is pretty awful tbh, not even enjoyable. Yknow what they say, no matter how small your dick is, if you know how to use it right it can be put to good use.. but not this guy. He really doesn’t know how to put it to good use and will get visibly upset if you don’t enjoy the time spent with him.

Kenny is always so kind and loving, always considerate of your needs and what you want. He’s genuinely good in this situation, doesn’t force you into anything and is generally great to be with in this setting. Sometimes can be a tease, as he loves to worship your body, but he gets to the point. He’s a big switch, and likes to explore new kinks and ideas. When it comes to this, he becomes not as considerate of your feelings, he wants to try everything at least once. He also never considered your feelings and if you want this, when he’s angry with you. Or feeling particularly jealous. Such a considerate lover, when he wants to be.

[4raykage]

@nirami-blogin

[jewbeloved]

Yandere Kyle post Covid ? Is there the difference between the child Kyle and the adult Kyle according to you?

This is probably gonna be an expectation since I don't directly write for south Park adults including post-covid, but here you go! ^^

Warnings: blood, mentions of $u!c!de, and kidnapping.

Gender: Neutral

Yandere Adult! Kyle alphabet 🩸❤️❤️

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

This man doesn't know what personal space is anymore.

You are literally stuck in his arms, he won't let you go anytime soon when it comes to him sleeping next to you or he's feeling clingy.

If you need to use the bathroom he won't let you go either.

Your just stuck right there until he Is in a deep sleep.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

His killings are definitely messy.

Their blood is literally all over the place.

You won't be able to recognize the victim anymore.

He buries their body under the ground and pour bleach onto the corpse and then cover back up the hole and leave.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Kyle did say some mean things to you when he was a child. (in my last yandere Kyle Alphabet)

He won't mock you anymore, but he will If catches you trying to escape or If you push his limits.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He takes away a bunch of rights from you since you both are now older and things will get complicated.

He will lock you in the basement if you ever disobey him.

He will do basic punishments like: putting you in a time out (locking you in the basement), taking away all of your stuff (your phone and etc).

If you're still being bad he might threaten to hurt or kill you, but he won't actually do it.

He hates having to always bandaging you up after he's hit you so he doesn't do it anymore.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

You both are now adults and you still look so unhappy ...

He gets that he has treated you like shit a bit when you both were kids when he kidnapped you.

Remember that little empathy inside him? He's showing a lot of it now since he's older.

He doesn't like seeing you sad anymore so please put a smile on your face for him :(

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Really?

You're still trying to fight him???

Why?

He doesn't hit you, mock you and say mean things, he lets you socialize a bit more but only when you need to go to work.

And yet, you still fight with him.

Did he really mess up when he was a kid? :(

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Even in his adulthood, he still finds it funny whenever you try to escape.

But he feels legitimate guilt from all that suffering you had to endure during your time with being with him for years.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You don't have a worst experience with him now.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He got to finally have his kids with you, so half of his future is completed! <3

But you seem to still be a bit unhappy, I guess he has to continue with trying to make you love him for good, he has children here and they want to see a happy and loving mom.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He still does get jealous.

But not too intense from when he was a kid.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He cuddles and peppers your face with kisses all day long.

While cuddling, he hates that he always has to see the bandages and the eye patch from the injuries he's given you in the past..

But he was just a kid back then! He didn't know any better! :(

He will make it up to you, he promises! Just please love him back....

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's still madly in love with you but there is still some chances that you will be taken away from him and he can't let that happen.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Still the same Kyle that everyone knows

But he's now a literal softie whenever he's around you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

His punishments used to be brutal, but now they're just simple punishments like timeouts.

He's never hurting you ever again.

And he mean it.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not that much like I said.

He lets you socialize a little more, but he will still monitor over you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's still patient with you.

But he will lose it when he's not a good mood.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

When he came home after work, he found you in the bathroom laying in a pool of blood around you with a razor in your left hand.

There were a lot of cuts over your arms and legs.

He's in a shock of horror once he saw you.

He convinced himself that you cutted yourself whenever he wasn't around.

Oh boy, he definitely went crazy.

If only he hadn't done so many horrible things to you back in the past, you would've still been alive and never thought about killing yourself....

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Yes, but he doesn't feel bad about kidnapping you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He's disgusted at his past self for treating you like garbage, so he wants to make it up to you.

He wants to make you be happy again and have that bright smile on your face like you used to have.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Your tears used to be so amusing for him to hear and laugh at you for it.

But now, he just feels like his heart is slowing breaking everytime He sees or heard you crying.

He would give you a bunch of kisses while hugging you to get you to calm down.

You're probably happy that Kyle had that empathy in him after all.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

No

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You would use his kindness to manipulate him into letting you escape.

Dear, Kyle may have shown a lot of empathy for you.

But you won't get through him that easily you know.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He used to when he was a kid in my last yandere Kyle Alphabet.

But now that he is an adult, he doesn't want you to get hurt.

It keeps on reminding him of those brutal punishments that he always give to you and those bruises all over your body...

He hates just having to see those flashbacks replay themselves in his head over and over.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

You're already married to him and had his kids so he only objective is to make you smile again just like those old times because you still look unhappy.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

You were with him for a couple of years before you got married and had kids.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No! He wants you to be happy again!

I feel like I'm going to get a lot more requests of post-covid after this one ;-; but I hope you enjoy your request! I kinda struggled a little while writing this.

[serenity-songbird]

could you write a post covid butters x reader nsfw of him fucking her with her sitting on a table/desk with spread legs? Sorry i'm a sucker for table/desk sex 😳

Warning 18+ NSFW

Contains: Desk Sex at work, lewd language, and rough sex.

You always wanted to try table sex at work.

It was a fetish of yours.

Plus, it was so wrong, but exciting.

The idea of getting caught gave you a rush.

Unfortunately, your husband worked at Denny's...No desks there.

But YOU had a desk at the firm you worked at.

BONUS! You just got promoted to Manager.

So you now had your own office that provided privacy when needed.

It was perfect.

You had asked Butters to come visit you in your new office late at night.

Well he was admiring the scenery, you locked the door and pounced.

His suprise was quickly overcome with lust when you started grinding on him while kissing him eagerly.

He recuperated your eagerness gripping onto your body in need.

"I want you to fuck me on this desk."

You stated what you wanted loud and clear.

"But isn't that where you-" You silenced him with another kiss.

"Please baby. I need you so bad. I can't wait for the drive home."

He quickly caved in the moment you unbuttoned your blouse. Plus that pencil skirt hugged your curves perfectly.

He picked you up from your rear and you wrapped your legs around him.

He threw you on the table and nipped and sucked your exposed neck and chest.

While he did that, you unbuttoned his shirt and to run your hands on his chest.

He kissed your lips before pulling his pants to his knees and bunched your skirt to your hips to expose your core.

The thought of getting caught excited you both, but also made you want to hurry.

You did just get promoted and did not want to afford getting fired.

So still half clothed, Butters plunged into you hips thrusting wildly.

He held your thighs so your legs were wide open for him.

In order to stifle your moans, you pulled Butters down into a kiss.

The desk creaked at the friction.

But it wasn't noticed.

The two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other.

Butters had thrusted in just the right angle, to make you see stars.

You were at your limit already.

The excitement was too much and you came hard.

The twitching and squeezing from your vaginal walls, made Butters cum hard into you.

You lay on the desk with one arm over your eyes and the other clutching the desk.

Now that was a good fuck.

You'd have to do it again sometime.~

[brook1yn-baby]

sulk

pc!stan oneshot <3

characters; post covid stan x fem reader

warnings; dom/sub themes, daddy kink, petnames (sweetpea, baby), no actual written smut, legal but large age gap (reader is early 20s, stan is early 40s), alcohol+smoking, all that yummy stuff xoxo

a/n; what the freaking freak 200 likes on my first post?!?!? u guys r the best love u my little cuties 💋 also pc stan brainrot is taking over smh

maybe it was the fact you’d had to get up earlier than usual, or because you’d had back-to-back lectures all day, or even the closing shift you’d had to work last minute, but god, you were whiny tonight.

stan didn’t even remember what time it was when you let yourself into his apartment, dropping your backpack on the floor by the door and just collapsing onto the couch next to him. he’d been enjoying his usual nighttime routine; a few glasses of whiskey, one too many beers, a pack of cigs and a little pot, watching reruns of his favourite shows from when he was younger. you called it depressing once, and he agreed, but found too much comfort in pattern to change his ways now.

you lay face-down on the couch, curled into yourself and groaning into the old throw pillows as stan chuckled from above you. “tough day, sweetpea?” his large, rough hand rested gently on your head, thick fingers running through your hair and untangling the knots you’d gathered from the stress of school and work. his tone is teasing so you don’t reply, instead huffing quietly and nodding your head, still stuffed into the couch cushions. stan’s other hand holds a newly-lit cigarette and a half-drank can of cheap beer, and he seems more focused on these than you.

his arm comes to rest on your waist as another episode of ‘terrance and philip’ begins, the intro playing softly while you shuffle closer to stan’s side, immediately comforted by his warmth and size. you rest your head on his thigh and let him watch his show for a little while. the two of you didn’t even have to talk; you both just liked admiring the other sometimes. however as he adjusted in his seat, pulling you up to sit on his lap, your focus switched to the can of beer in his hand.

stan was a heavy drinker. he wasn’t proud of it, but he’d accepted it. you, on the other hand? you’d reached the legal drinking age a few years prior and, although you’d drank before turning 21, it seemed you still hadn’t outgrown that lightweight phase, or your competitive streak. your first time drinking with stan, he’d made a stupid joke about how he could drink you under the table. of course, you tried, but he was right. you’d ended the night with your head in the toilet bowl as he held your hair back, rubbing your back and laughing, stopping a few times to take another sip of jack. after that, he’d been very hesitant to let you drink with him again- mainly because he had to clean up the vomit you left on the bathroom floor while you sat in the doorway, crying and apologising, even after he told you it was fine.

so when he finally noticed your eyes on his drink, he sighed, looking down at you. “what?” you can hear the grin in his deep, raspy voice. if he’s fed up, he’s not showing it. “what, what?” you reply, an innocent smile lining your lips. you knew if you asked for a drink he’d say no, so teasing him until he gave up was your next best option. he scoffs, leaning his head against the back of the couch, shaking it softly. “come on, sweetpea. we both know what you want.” you shift on his lap so you’re straddling him, hands resting on his chest, that innocent smile on your face now sly. “i have no idea what you’re talking about, stanley.” his eyes find yours. he sits up slowly, one hand resting on yours while his other still holds his can.

“don’t get smart with me, kid. you want something, you ask for it.” his tone is stern, but quiet. he watches you intently while you squirm under his gaze, the beginnings of a smirk playing on his lips. you try not to catch his eye as you feel your face turning a soft pink colour. stan found it so easy to humiliate you, to turn you into a blushing mess on his lap with just his words. he had to admit, dating you had given him a pretty big confidence boost. he wasn’t the best looking guy, but from the first time you’d met him, you’d flirted with him like he was. it was almost laughable- a young, pretty thing like you, batting her eyelashes up at a 40-something-year-old with a beer belly and a constantly grumpy personality. it was endearing, to say the least.

your eyes switch back to the can of beer in his hand, but firm, controlling fingers grasp your cheeks, pulling your face back towards stan and away from his drink. his tone is more dominating now, like he’s telling you to be obedient; “use your words, sweetpea. tell daddy what you want.” he watches you through half-lidded eyes, waiting for you to follow his orders.

you rest your head on his chest, still looking up at him. “can i please have a sip?”

he chuckles softly, looking down at you. “see, was that so hard, baby?” you give him a happy grin. you reach out to take the can from him, only for him to hold it out of your reach, tutting. you sit up, pouting at him. “did i say yes?”

you sigh in defeat, groaning when he brings the can to his lips and takes a long gulp, humming softly in satisfaction as he swallows. “god, that’s good. could you get daddy another beer, sweetpea?” he looks at you with a knowing grin on his face. you roll your eyes but hop off of his lap, making a point to trudge to the kitchen unhappily, hearing him chuckle to himself from the living room. you could easily take a swig of this new can before you give it to him, but decide against it. you weren’t in the mood for a punishment tonight.

you pass him the unopened drink, sulkily sitting next to him as he mutters ‘that’s my girl’, taking the can and cracking it open. you keep your eyes on the television, arms crossed and an exaggerated pout on your face. stan looks down at you, laughing lightly at how petty you’re being, then rests his arm around your shoulders, trying to pull you close to him. stubborn as ever, you stay sat up firmly. you hear him sigh from above you, then take a sip from his can, before it’s directly in front of you. he nudges you gently, gesturing for you to have some. you look up at him quickly, grinning, happy he’s finally given in. before you can reach for it, he pulls it back slightly.

“what d’you say?” he waits for you to reply, holding the drink tight as your hands wrap around the can, on top of his. you give him your best puppy-dog eyes. “thank you, daddy.” pressing a quick kiss on his cheek as he chuckles, his grip on the drink finally releases and you take a long gulp. he pulls you back into his lap as you relax into him, his hand immediately finding its way back to your hair, fingers brushing through slowly as you curl up into him.

[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!

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