#yandere kenny mccormick

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty in pink!

Yandere South park x Girly! F! Reader Headcanons

What kind of yandere they are!

Includes Kenny, Stan, Kyle, Wendy and Bebe

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TAGLIST: @giyusdarling

♡Sorry if this is really scary you don't have to read it, its not important to pretty in pink as of now, just depth into the characters. AGED UP

TW: SLIGHT NSFW, panty stealing, mentions of m*sturbation and s*x, Perverted Kenny, Stalking, Mentions of zaza, Slight hints to Body horror/gore

Kenny!

♡Poor little Kenny.....

♡Such an unfortunate situation

♡Addict parents...

♡Little to no money...

♡I mean, He didn't really care though

♡He didn't care the minute he spoke to the Y/n L/n.

♡Before He met you, he thought you were hot.

♡But he didnt really care to much about you until you had your first conversation with him.

♡You complimented his 'beautiful ocean eyes' as you called them.

♡No one compliments him

♡To put it nicely he stinks and he cant afford new clothes

♡He didnt realise how kind you were

♡Or how pretty you were

♡He was in love instantly

♡No, He was obsessed.

♡Now. Kenny is the type of yandere to steal pretty much anything you had.

♡From used bottles and Applecores to.... Underwear

♡And you do not want to know what he does to that stuff....

♡You being the sweet angel you are let him stay around some nights

♡Sometimes with Karen, Sometimes without

♡He is so fucking obsessed.

♡He obviously needs to protect his precious Y/n....

♡So wherever Y/n walks, Kenny follows

♡Sometimes He'll take pictures of you without you knowing

♡He cant help it.... You look so beautiful when you bendover....

♡He has a shrine of you

♡Kenny is just so lucky to walk on the same planet Y/n does

Stan

♡Now, Stan doesnt believe in god.

♡But the minute he saw you, He prayed you'd talk to him one day

♡And your pretty little self did!

♡God you were so perfect

♡He tried turning Wendy into you

♡I mean if he cant have the real thing why not just force her to be you

♡Now Wendy is already trying hard to be you

♡So Stan had a headstart

♡But Wendy could never shape up to you

♡He was so obsessed with you to the point where the only thing that got him off was you

♡Once he was having s*x with Wendy, He accidentally moaned your name and got really embarrassed. little did he know Wendy was into it

♡He was very obvious about his crush on you, with out even knowing it

♡Plus you're THE Y/n L/n! You knew everyone was obsessed with you, and you knew how to use and abuse it!

♡So when you figured that Stan had like unlimited access to a certain dr*g you liked

♡You were all over him!

♡Hooking up in the janitors closet, Or his truck, pretty much anywhere you can

♡Stan loved you so much, He started making his own Y/n.

♡Only to fufill the time being, He's planned to capture the real thing soon!

♡Unlike Kenny, He'd ask outright for your stuff, using the excuse

♡"Y/n you should leave some of your clothes here, For when you stay over"

♡When you obliged, He'd put them on to he doll and try gaslight you into thinking you never left your clothes there

♡Stan doesnt think you'd take lightly to doll Y/n.

Kyle

♡I think Kyle's the most normal out of everyone here, but even he's still a Yandere soo

♡He thinks bacause he knew you first, He deserves to have you

♡Kyle gets extremely insecure, He knows alot of his friends have a 'crush' on you.

♡And He gets really fucking jealous

♡Like He takes it out on you, and gets into fights with his friends

♡He doesnt care how many people he has to get rid of to be with you

♡He is so fucking lucky you're so kind

♡You forgive him every fucking time he acts up

♡You are just so kind

♡Your both meant to be

♡So so kind

♡Y/n and Kyle forever

♡You help him when he gets mad

♡And you love his attention

♡He cant wait until he can take you for his own

♡I mean Kyle loved you before anybody else did

♡He loved you before anybody else did

♡He was the first and only person to see you for what you really are

♡A God.

Wendy

♡Wendy Testaburger.

♡Your best friend

♡She knew almost everything about you

♡I mean she thinks she does

♡She likes to believe she does

♡She also knows about everyone liking you

♡Everyone except maybe Stan, I mean Its not like she'd care if you liked him

♡But she'd hope you'd tell her

♡Wendy thinks you are perfection

♡You and her have been very close for a WHILE

♡She's helped you through your ups and downs

♡She loves the fact your comfortable enough to be some what indecent around her

♡Like once you asked her if your boobs looked weird, Wendy almost fainted

♡She wants to see more of you like that....

♡Wendy wants to know everything about your body

♡So she can try replicate it on herself

♡Mutilate her hips into the correct shape

♡She doesnt care how much it hurts

♡She wants to become you so fucking bad

♡She picks up every habit you have

♡Wendy is your shadow

Bebe

♡Bebe is your typical Yandere

♡She adores you

♡Y/n does no wrong in her eyes

♡She hates the fact Wendy is your best friend not her

♡Or how you flirt and cuddle Kenny so much

♡Why can't it be her?

♡She acts like the others do

♡But you treat her no different to how you did before

♡What will it take for you to love her!!!!

♡Until, the perfect oppurtunity came to light

♡You were hooking up with Stan.

♡If She told Wendy

♡Wendy would hate you

♡Leaving you all to Bebe

♡It was the perfect plan

♡Perfect

♡No more Wendy

♡Just Y/n and Bebe

♡Y/n and Bebe forever!!

♡Forever

♡And ever

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Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[kaidoreunion]

yandere kenny general headcanons (if your open)

yandere kenny mccormick general headcanons

content warnings: yandere, violence, aged up sp, sexual themes (it’s Kenny what do you expect?), I hate writing headcanons so these are very informal

-Kenny McCormick probably first expressed interest in you after hearing something sexual about you. Like Tammy Warner.

-For example, maybe someone said you gave an ex partner sexual gratification, or maybe there’s a rumor that you have a big dick, or tits, or something

-Regardless, whether the rumors were true or not doesn’t matter once he actually, you know, knows you

-He thinks the world of you. You all saw how he looked at the choir girl right? Well that’s how he looks at you, for as long as he knows you.

-Kenny tells his friends everything. Like, EVERYTHING. About you, your family, your relationship, and if/when you become intimate, he’s describing every inch of you to them. They really, truly, do not want to hear it, either.

-Cartman tries to hit on you as a way to fuck with Kenny and as a result, Kenny chases him with a hammer. I think this might be a bit out of character, but it’s funny and yandere-esque so let’s roll with it!!

-Kenny is a very jealous guy, yandere or not. Yandere only intensifies his already existing insecurities when dating. What do you MEAN you have a brother? That you hang out with, and share a HOUSE with!? Doesn’t that mean he gets to hear when you shower!?

-Maybe he isn’t delusional to that extent, but I do think he’d be very jealous and territorial.

-Wanna wear matching parkas? And can he spray yours with pheromone perfume? Please?

-Kenny’s defining yandere characteristic is easily his jealousy. Otherwise, he doesn’t really act much different than how regular Kenny might.

-As Mysterion, I can absolutely see Kenny using his alter ego as an anonymous way to keep you away from those he deems a threat.

-Princess Kenny wants you to give him a big old kiss on the lips when you save him! You WILL save him, right?

[anxiousnerdwritings]

concept: yandere platonic kyle, kenny, stan, and cartman or just south park kids in general with their favourite/only normal teacher/adult in their life

The kids all deserve at least one competent adult in their life who they can go to and depend on knowing they’ll be there for them in the long run. Someone who genuinely just cares about the kids and wants nothing but the best for them.

The kids absolutely adore the Reader. At first no one thought twice about the arrival of a new teacher at their school but then after meeting the Reader they all feel drawn to them. The kids would all be jealous if the Reader wasn’t their teacher but rather a teacher for another class or even another grade altogether. The students who were lucky enough to be in the Reader’s class would be the prime targets of all the other kids’ aggression. Cartmen especially wouldn’t hold anything back from taking out his frustrations and jealousy on the kids who get to have the Reader all to themselves.

I could see Stan’s group, Craig’s group and Wendy’s group all fighting to have the Reader’s attention and be their favorite kiddos. But eventually they would put their rivalry aside to team up against the kids who are actually in the Reader’s class. They may even go as far as to boycott Garrison as well as the school altogether if they can’t have the Reader the way they want. They’d prefer to get Garrison to switch classes with the Reader so that their darling could be their teacher but if they can’t then they’ll just have to get rid of all the Reader’s students and get them to take up a co-teacher position with Garrison. They all could at least compromise to that.

Imagine all the kids’ parents growing obsessed with the Reader too or even the other teachers at the school? All the kids already have to deal with sharing the Reader with each other, that’s hell enough but now their parents are trying to weasel their way into stealing the only good adult figure in their life from them. Yeah, the kids aren’t going to be okay with that whatsoever. But then again a few of the kids may try to get their parent/parents to be romantically involved with the Reader that way the kid could have the Reader in their life in a way the others can’t.

[jewbeloved]

(first time asker here, bare with me-) may i please get yandere kenny x reader fluff? Like the reader loves him already n stuff. sorry gsjsvsjzvdhh

Yandere Kenny with a s/o who loves him❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🩸💔

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and obsession?

Gender: Neutral

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁

He is absolutely shocked, he didn't expect you to act like this even though he literally kidnapped you and your being so loving towards him after that.

He's definitely going through 5 stages of grief with this.

After about a week, he began to accept this behavior of you even though he still doesn't understand.

He just doesn't understand how you can love him even though he kidnapped you after he saw some guy trying to confess to you.

Or maybe it was that you already had a crush on Kenny and he never realized. But you're like....being lovesick for Kenny after he kidnapped you.

You always greet him in the morning and afternoon. You even always give him physical attention and affection.

Kenny would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the affection and attention you're giving him.

You loved Kenny to the point you began to turn into a yandere yourself or more like your obsessed with him. He noticed that pretty quickly with how you are.

Whenever Kenny wasn't around you, you would always get sad or start to look for him. And whenever Kenny was around people, you always gave them a death glare look.

Kenny was morbidly confused on what made you act like this, he used to be really protective of you but now you're taking that role.

Even though Kenny is concerned about your behavior, he wouldn't make any objections towards it anyways. 🧡🧡🧡🧡

I'm starting to get into writer's block when it comes to yandere scenarios ;_;

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do Kenny vs Butters from south park?

Ah yes, the two who are opposite but are totally best friends. Love them too. Aged up as usual. Aiming for after high school but sometime before the covid special.

Take two as I accidentally did not save the last one 😭 Which I am so mad about, why doesn't mobile Tumblr have autosave like PC!? Hopefully it's as good as the last draft-

Yandere! Kenny McCormick vs Butters Stotch

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Murder, Delusional behavior, Overprotective behavior, Mentions of marriage/children, Trauma mentioned, Suicide, Violence, Jealousy.

They are both very similar in terms of how they act towards their darling and their end goals.

Kenny is empathetic, sweet, smart, loyal but profane towards his darling.

He has a more intimate take on his obsession than Butters and is much more mature, especially when aged up.

Butters takes on a more innocent view of his obsession.

He's always been gullible, even as an adult.

He's comforting, sweet, gullible, and strives for self improvement.

That last one makes him more considerate towards you.

Kenny and Butters may also both have psychological trauma due to their upbringings.

Kenny because of his death curse.

Butters because of his strict parents.

Kenny's yandere behavior may be Obsessive, Overprotective, Manipulative, Delusional, Cruel, and Clingy.

Butters yandere behavior may be Manipulative/Easily manipulated, Delusional, Gullible, Clingy, Protective.

Out of both of them, you can probably stall Butters obsession with how gullible and non-confrontational he is.

It'll at least leave it to brew just a bit longer.

Butters is honestly the one best to deal with.

If you correct him then you can have a normal relationship with him.

He wants to improve for you!

Kenny... not so much.

They are very similar yanderes it's just Kenny has a more mature view of your relationship.

Butters treats his crush/obsession like the classic innocent view of a pair.

He fantasizes of marriage and children, wanting to get a job that pays well to provide for you.

He isn't really one to kidnap.

In fact, Butters seems like the yandere who'd fail at kidnapping then try to excuse himself.

A way he could do it is if he lured you into his house then locked all the doors.

Then you can get started on planning your relationship!

Kenny has a similar goal of wanting to provide and care for you as his darling.

He isn't sure about marriage but he does want a future where it's just the two of you.

Out of both of them Kenny is probably the one to be more jealous.

He's more capable of kidnapping and murder than Butters.

Although, due to how "submissive" Butters is and how they're both great friends... there's a chance they could share sometimes.

Share is more like tolerate on Kenny's part.

There's times where they can both be near each other and care for you like showing affection.

Although one of them will be too jealous and lash out if it goes on too long.

There's two ways a yandere Butters can go.

Submissive and innocent, delusions being the thing that drives him and he avoids conflict/violence.

Or the falsely innocent yandere that pretends to be all sweet, yet doesn't mind violence or murder if he feels it is necessary.

This brings the question, would they harm each other?

That's kinda in the middle.

Butters may back off if confronted...

But there's also a chance he may harm Kenny if he pushed.

It's rare, yet Butters does adore you...

If he wants to keep you as his he may have to harm his best buddy.

With Kenny there's a moment of hesitance before he tries anything.

Does he really want to harm Butters?

If he also feels pushed for it he may hurt him but not kill him.

Butters may kill Kenny if he loses it, yet it doesn't change anything in the end.

Which leads into getting away from them....

You can get away from Butters if you manipulate him with how gullible he is.

He believes every word you say...

Just don't say you hate/don't love him-

His delusions take over and he'd never let you go.

Kenny is less soft.

He'd kidnap you and refuse to let you go.

You could kill him, sure...

But Kenny will just show up on your door step, willing to overlook that little error.

Butters can't get rid of him and neither can you.

Out of both of them, Kenny is definitely one of the more intense ones.

Despite this they both have the ability to share more than Stan and Kyle.

While those two are also both friends, they are willing to fight and pick at each other to love you.

Kenny and Butters work because of the fact they can tolerate that they both like you.

For a little while, at least.

It doesn't seem like you'll be able to get away from them.

One of them can't die...

The other is so delusional he'd follow you anywhere-

To take this into darker territory...

Butters could do one of those double suicide tropes with his darling.

After all, that would solve the Kenny problem...

It would throw Kenny into grief, however.

This rivalry is very interesting as it teeters between working and not working.

Either way you don't really have a choice on who you go with.

It just depends who's more intense.

[obsessivelyloved]

PSYCHIC DAMAGE WAVE ATTACK.

This one takes place in the casa bonita dlc, where the character's powers are real

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Tears welled up in Karen’s eyes as she watched her new friends get beat up. They were so nice to her, especially Mike! He had gone out of his way to not only invite her to his birthday party, but give her a ride too.  Besides her brothers, no one had ever been this nice to her for this long. Most people saw the dirt on her face, her threadbare clothes, and wanted nothing to do with her.

They’d get this strange look in their eyes, then make an excuse to get away from her. It hurt. When brought up to her brothers, they both brushed her off. Kevin told her they’re just assholes. Kenny backed him up, patting her back. 

“Don’t worry about them Kare, you got me to play with you! You don’t need them.” 

But her brothers hadn’t been around to play with her! Kevin was off doing who knows what most days. When he was home, he was either sleeping or picking a fight with dad. 

Kenny was too busy playing with his friends to play with her. He was gone from the house by the time she woke up every morning.

So when Mike wanted her to come to his party, she was so excited. She got warm food and new friends!  New clothes too! They were cool, but the material of her shirt and leggings were a bit too thin. She’d have to be extra careful with this outfit to make it last. 

However, if things kept going as they were, she wouldn’t have any friends to look cool with.

“I will make you regret standing in my way,” her guardian angel snarls, and it makes her stomach do flip-flops. 

He turns to mist and pops behind her friend and punches hard. 

Karen winces and shouts, “Stop hitting my friends, Guardian Angel! Please!” 

“They’re trying to trick you, Karen!” 

He punches her friend again, sending the poor vampire girl stumbling in front of Butthole, who punches the girl hard. She drops to the ground, groaning. 

“Ah shit,” Mike hisses beside Karen. He grabs her hand and leads her away from the table. Away from the fight. 

“I won’t let them ruin my birthday party. Let’s go through here!”  Karen gets a glance of her guardian angel before the doors close behind her and Mike. He looks furious.

[randomthingsicameupwith]

yandere kenny mccormick x reader

till death do us part (part 2) (sorry if my english is bad :( and that i didnt put in kennys pov)

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!! SMUT BTW

The bell rang, never in your life were you so grateful class started. Realizing the whole entire time during lunch 99% of it was ignoring Kenny and the other 1% was that love letter.

You couldn't help but feel drained and frustrated with the situation, wishing for some sort of escape. You wondered if Kenny could sense your reluctance in hanging out with him or if he was just blinded by his own excitement. Either way, it left you feeling conflicted and even more unsettled than before. As the students began to file back into their classrooms, you found yourself lost in thought. The more you thought about it, Mark and Kenny seem extremely against each other. 

Either it was Kenny pissed off at Mark because you keep hanging out with him or Mark being suspicious of Kenny for some reason. The weight of their presence seemed to loom over you constantly, causing anxiety and discomfort that you couldn't shake off easily.

Deep down, you knew that there were underlying issues at play - issues that perhaps went beyond simple jealousy or insecurity. It was a complicated web of emotions that needed untangling but one thing was clear: pretending everything was okay wasn't going to cut it anymore. With a heavy heart, you made your way back to class hoping for some kind of distraction from the messiness that awaited outside its walls.

3 more periods of class. You can do this.

2 more now. 

1 more.

Then finally, school’s over.

Then finally, school’s over. exiting out of class, Kenny's already waiting for you out the door. before you even had time to process, he already ripped you out of the classroom and gripping harshly on your hand and a bit too close for comfort. As you two walk, you pull away awkwardly, trying to create more space between the two of you. Kenny notices your discomfort and frowns, but neverminds it.

Reaching the school gates with no mention of Mark anywhere, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. You didn't tell Mark about Kenny going to your house, and that just seemed like a shitty thing to do. "Hey, can I tell Mark about this first?" you ask. As if his frown before didn't hurt enough, Kenny's expression turns into a scowl. "Alright, jus- just don't take too long." He finally lets go of his grip. You nod, feeling a sense of relief and anxiety. You grab your phone off the table, immediately trying to apologise for not telling him later.

As you text Mark, your heart races with anticipation and nervousness. you turn your head around, turning to find Mark, and you finally spot him with a girl? You couldn't quite make out who she was, but your heart sank nonetheless.

It's alright. I mean, maybe it's just a friend like you and Kenny: god, is this how Mark felt? You felt so bad, and now you're having even more second thoughts about inviting Kenny home. “Fuck isn’t that Mark?” you turned to Kenny then to Mark. “Mhm.” A fit of irrational jealousy rose within you, but you tried to suppress it as hard as you could. "Damn. You know he's hanging out with the girl who basically fucked half of the football team right?" he said. Your eyes widened in shock, you turned to Kenny, eyes still widened in shock, disgusted by his words. "What? That's not true, do-don't say things like that," you responded sharply, feeling defensive of Mark and the girl he was with. Kenny shrugs it off, but you can't shake off the feeling of unease as you continue walking towards your house.

You couldn't understand why he would say something like that, that just made you stressed out even more! you brush it off, he probably didn't mean to make you feel that way.

The way home was just like lunch. Except for the love letter flooding your thoughts, it's that girl. As you arrive at your front door, feeling relieved that at least one mess was sorted especially considering how Mark just told you everything was fine between them despite what may have been, you turn around only to find Kenny standing way too close again - something he seems to do often without noticing or caring about personal space boundaries.

You try not to flinch away from him as he leans forward and whispers into your ear, smiling "I'm glad we got some alone time today." Your heart races faster now than ever before - part confusement, part fear. "too close." you push him away. He rolls his eyes, still having that smile on his face, just a little less noticeable.

The unease inside you grows as you walk silently beside Kenny, trying to push away the negative thoughts creeping into your mind. Eventually, you arrive at your house and invite Kenny in. As soon as he steps inside, your mother immediately greets him, ignoring your siblings in a heartbeat. "Awh hi hun, didn't know you'd be here! '' she says sweetly, making you cringe internally. "You want me to whip up a snack for you? I'll be as quick as I can!" you can hear your siblings muttering about needing help but your mom shushing them. "Thank you Mrs.l/n, but I'm fine," he said politely. "Alright! Call me when you need anything. Also, me and my little munchkins are gonna leave at 5 to go to Aunt Linda’s house. We won’t go home till tomorrow alright so be careful!" your mother said joyfully.

you and Kenny finally went upstairs. "Look see, I told you your mom likes me more than your siblings," he said smugly. "yep." you said, you were too tired to argue with him. As you hang out together in your room, listening to music and chatting about nothing in particular, something feels off.

Maybe it's because of what happened earlier or maybe it's because of how close Kenny seems to be getting physically; either way, something isn't right. Kenny's words only make things worse; his casually misogynistic comments about the very same girl that you're trying to forget about leave a sour taste in your mouth. 

God you needed sleep. You forgot about your phone for a while. Your body is just unable to process anything at the moment. You grab your phone and check your notifications. Awe Mark. Mark. Shit Mark. You immediately open your phone in a panic, quickly checking Mark’s messages he sent you. 

“Alright 👍”

“Accidentally sent something to u mb”

Well that was a relief. Kinda. At least he isn’t mad. Is it bad you expected more than that? You leave a sigh of relief, finally feeling calm after what felt like years of suffering and misery. “Did you figure out who wrote it?” Kenny said suddenly, “Wrote what?” you replied. “The love letter?” At that moment you wanted to punch Kenny in the face. The feeling of peace finally came to you and it was ripped out of you. “Nope.” you said monotony, “Oh okay.” he replied back with the same tone. A few minutes of silence pass, until Kenny lets out a shocked gasp. You turn to him, he turns his phone towards you and you can’t believe your eyes.

A picture of Mark making out with that very girl. Your eyes swell up with tears. You feel your heart drop as you stare at the image on Kenny's phone. The lump in your throat makes it hard to breathe, and a wave of nausea washes over you. You can't believe what you're seeing; it feels like a betrayal, not just from Mark but from yourself for ever thinking that he might actually care about you.

As the tears spill down your cheeks, Kenny tries to offer some words of sympathy, but they fall flat. His presence only seems to magnify the pain and confusion swirling inside of you. Was any of it real? Did Mark ever have feelings for you or was he just using you as a distraction until he could be with this other girl? All these questions and more are racing through your mind as Kenny continues to babble on beside you. 

He seems almost unaware of the weight of his own words or how much they hurt. It's like he doesn't even get why this is such a big deal to you. In that moment, all the sleepiness has left your body entirely- replaced instead by an overwhelming mix of emotions: sadness, anger, disappointment...it's too much to bear all at once. Kenny sits next to you, a bit too close again but you weren't gonna say anything. You can't handle anything right now.

"Dump him already." Kenny said, those words echo in your head. He places his hand on your thigh, okay this is a bit too far. you push his hand away, he puts it back. "Kenny stop, just stop. My boyfriend's literally cheating on me, I don't want you to be treating me like the sluts you hangout with every night." your words startle him, he retracts his hand back as if he just touched something extremely hot. but he retracts his hand back, but harder onto your wrists. You try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. "Ken, let go." you sob between your words. "You deserve better then him, you know that right?" he says softly. you try and let go of his grip but he grips it even more tightly. He yanks your hand, moving you closer to him. before you had any time to process anything, he kisses you. 

As the kiss lingers on and his hand moves up to your shoulders and around your neck, he pulls away and looks at you, his eyes filled with emotion. "What the fuck Kenny!" you yell, trying to push him away with all your strength but you can't. You try to scream, hoping your family would hear you then remember they already left. "You deserve me." his hands push yours above your head, you watch knowing you can't do anything. he straddles you, his face inches away from yours. you feel trapped and scared, as he kisses you again and again. in between kisses, he would mutter something about wanting you, about how Mark is a dick who should kill himself. 

Tears roll down your eyes, "I've always wanted you." he mutters. "I could've had you. i did everything for you" you feel sick to your stomach, realizing that he's been harboring these feelings for you all along. he kisses you again, drunken with lust and love, "Mark just had to ruin everything, but now i can finally have you." you sob, why is this happening to you? "why are you doing this?!" you muster up. he smiles, the same smile that would always make your day. not anymore. "Cause I love you, and i know, i know! you love me too. deep down." You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. wanting to just go back in time, to before any of this happened. "I'll tell everyone about this! everyone!" you say, hoping this will scare him somehow. but instead, kenny just giggles, "sure sweetheart." saying sarcastically. You feel helpless, trapped under his weight and his hold on you. As you lay there, listening to Kenny's words, a knot forms in your stomach. You feel as though the walls are closing in on you.  

"Take your clothes off," he said. You sit there dumbfounded, and he finally lets your hands go. You swear there are bruises on there from how hard he held them. You slap him in anger; Kenny winces in pain, "Ouch." You look in fear at what he was going to do next. "I’ll just take them off for you." He rips your shirt off, revealing your bra. You sob even more. Your breathing gets crazy; you're hyperventilating like never before. He caresses your face, saying, "Shh, shh, it’s alright, darling. Deep breaths." He smiles. Is he really comforting me when he’s trying to violate me? Weirdly, you listen to him. Trying to calm yourself down “Okay, now I'm going to take those off. Stay still, please." He unclips your bra, and they fall right off your shoulders. Your senses were overpowered by a panic reaction. You frantically mustered your power and pushed against his chest, pushing him just slightly. He grabbed your hands again with one hand, but instead of pinning them above your hand, he put them on your lap, removing your bra.

“God they look perfect.” you felt his length tighten against you, he gaped in admiration, astounded by your gorgeous figure. He pulls out something from the pocket of his orange parka, a gun..? “Don’t fight back please.”’ he warns, before letting your hands go. You sit there in fear, he puts it back in his pocket. His fingers massaged your breasts, grabbing both of your nipples and forcing you to bite your lower lip. He held one breast in his palm, gently squeezing it, while his other hand brushed your hair away from your face. Your hands squeeze against your bed. "S-stop!" You shouted out, but it sounded out as a moan. You hated it, but your hips began to press on Kenny's hard cock. As he teased your clothed nipples again, the tears streamed down your cheeks. You tried so hard to keep your moans to yourself, but all it did was force Kenny try harder to take in your wonderful moans of ecstasy. “Don’t look at mm-” 

He moved in to kiss your breasts, his tongue running over your boobs before working its way to your nipple, giving it a delicate sucking. "K-Kenny-!" You moaned out, and Kenny smirked as your moans became louder. He sucked your firm nipples as his other hand gripped your other boob, his thumb flicking painfully slowly across your nipple. You moved your head away from him as he leaned down to kiss your lips, but he gripped your cheek and pushed you to look into his ocean eyes. His lips touched yours, gently kissing you. 

Your pussy began to pulse, and you felt more cum build up. Your body craved more of him. His thumb caressed your clothed clit, and Kenny could only hear your moans as you fought against it. It felt wonderful having your most pussy tormented in this way, but you craved more.

When he saw your swollen, moist pussy, he pulled down your pants then your underwear, licked his lips. His fingers stroked you, eventually slipping in and gliding beyond your G-spot, causing you to moan. He aimlessly stroked over that area with the friction driving you insane. You were getting close that you clenched around his warm fingertips inside of you.

"I know you're getting close. It's all right, you can cum." As you slipped into a profound orgasm, more of your liquid spilled onto Kenny's fingers, a wave of ecstasy rushed over you. The wave died down  after the tremendous orgasm, and you breathed, returning to reality. You were disgusted that your body had allowed you to succumb to the pleasure.

You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. He sits beside you, hugging you. Caressing your face gently, “I love you, so so much.” he mutters, “I hate you.“ you reply. He only hums in return, as you think your tears are coming to an end, you cry even more. He tries to comfort you, but that won’t undo what he did to you. In that moment, all you can think about is how much trust has been broken and how deep the hurt runs. "I'm gonna get a tissue, okay? don't even fucking think of running away." as he left the room, you cried like you never did before. tears pouring out like crazy.

You feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to process everything that's happening. Your mind is racing, trying to make sense of it all but nothing seems to add up. The pain feels so real; it's like a physical ache in your chest that won't go away no matter how hard you try. You start to question everything that led you here, why did you even invite Kenny in the first place? 

He comes back with the tissues, he cleans up the mess you made comforting you as he cleans it up. “You wrote the love letter?” you ask, sniffling in between your words. “Mhm.” he replies. You shake your head in disbelief. As his words sink in, your mind goes back to that day when you received the letter. You remember the feeling of being noticed when you read it. Even though the whole time you were anxious it was a prank; it was like a dream come true, finally someone who saw something special in you that wasn't just Mark or Kenny.

As Kenny continues to hold you close, his embrace feels suffocating instead of comforting. Your mind is still trying to make sense of everything but it's too much at once; too many emotions fighting against each other for control inside your head. Eventually, tiredness takes over and your eyes start drooping again but this time not because of fatigue alone. It's also because of the mental exhaustion brought on by these endless thoughts and emotions running rampant through your brain. As sleep begins to overtake you once more, one thing becomes clear - Things will never be the same between you and Kenny again no matter how hard either one tries to fix it. You're hoping that when you wake up this is all a dream.

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

Friends w/ Benefits !!

- with the South Park Boys / x Reader

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Author’s Note ;

Sup, so I decided on making multiple little scenarios and ideas of what I think would happen if you were in a FWB relationship with these dudes. Trust me, it’s going to get spicy and interesting. And if you’re looking for that, you’ve come to the right place. Keep in mind, the characters are all going to be in their college years so they will be 18+. Not trying to have them in elementary. And if you’re near that age, get out of here kid, this is definitely not for you.

Before I make this too long, I’m going to end this here. Enjoy, tread carefully, I’ll add warnings about what’s in there and details so check that out before you dive too far in. Unless you’re a veteran. HAHAHA

P.S, I didn’t add in Cartman because I’m an AVID hater, I’m sorry in advance! But, I did add somebody I adore: Craig! Although, it’s kinda gay, but that’s for the boys or transmascs. Y’know, I gotta provide!

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Point of View : First P.O.V.

Character’s in here : Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, and Craig Tucker.

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#1 ; Stan Marsh

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Fem!Dom | Masc!Sub

What’s in here : Mentions of throwing-up (obviously), dom fem reader, edging, and drunk oral sex.

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- Phew, this dude will take FOREVER before he comes around to this idea.

- I feel like this would be the case of not trying to move too fast into a relationship because let’s be honest, he’s going to want to end up being with you.

- He’ll have met you during class when assigned a project with you. A bit cliché, but do you think he’d really have the guts to randomly walk up to you?

- You’d end up in conversations with him because of the constant pairing together and this helped the both of you find out you had similar interests. He loved the same genre of music, had the same sense of humor, and made you laugh half of the time because of his stupid jokes.

- Eventually, Stan tried to see you whenever he was free and his friends weren’t tagging behind. A lot of this was during your walk to classes.

- He’d have to race to his right after and sometimes even arrived late because of you.

- Wendy was the first to get suspicious of the behavior because it’s her ex after all and she wasn’t done with her constant off-and-on relationship with him.

- They got into a huge fight about it and that ended up putting the idea in Stan’s head instead. (Poor Wendy. Happens to the best of us.)

- Might’ve caused a complete break-up between them.

- First time he didn’t go goth because of it! (Really, it’s because of you.)

- But, that didn’t mean he didn’t drink.

- And that also didn’t include the fact he was beginning to think of you in that way which in turn made him began to avoid you.

- His races to his classes turned into him racing out of the classes he had with you to the bathroom.

- After a couple of weeks of him doing this, you concluded it had to do something with Wendy, but you thought he was distancing himself to get her back.

- The depression hit hard. Despite you having an attraction towards him, you tried to convince yourself you were okay.

- You WEREN’T.

- Neither was he. He had to choose between telling you about his feelings or being an asshole by ditching you to get himself plastered enough so he could forget about it. Mind you, he thought he was deep in the friendzone. To him, telling you the truth was setting himself up for rejection.

- You were both oblivious to each other’s suffering until the two of you were invited to the same party.

- Because you were having such a hard time dealing with the random drift from Stan, you decided to go and feel your best by getting dressed up.

- Alcohol was another convincing factor. Ironic considering that was the same reason why he was going.

- When you arrived at the party, you navigated around and talked with a couple of friends before asking where the drinks were. That’s where you would stumble upon the drunk raven-haired boy with a vodka bottle that had been chugged by him to the very middle.

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Stan laid back against the wall of the kitchen, taking another swig of the vodka he had, and reaching up to slap a hand against the counter when his eyes locked with yours. He slowly lifted himself up, swaying like he was about to collapse any second. “Oh fuck, why’d you have to be here? I think I’m going to be sick,” he covered his mouth while loudly exclaiming that, turning to the side as if he was retching.

You automatically looked offended, your face scrunching up before you reared a hand back and slapped him across the cheek. HARD. That knocked the sense back into him because his eyes went wide and he quickly went to explaining himself, “Ow! OW! Hey, wait! No- *gag* It’s not because you’re terrible or anything! It’s cause-”

He couldn’t finish as once he looked down at your outfit, he sprawled straight for the sink, and puked his brains out. That’s when it clicked in your head. Stan threw up whenever he liked someone.

You stared at the bottle he held, freaking out in your thoughts about the situation, and going for it anyway. It wasn’t hard to take it out of his hold as he was focused on getting all the sick out of himself.

Taking a huge chug of the vodka, you coughed and sputtered when swallowing, wiping the sides of your mouth before grabbing the back of Stan’s shirt. He was dragged upstairs while you were finishing the rest of what was left, throwing the bottle on the floor afterward.

He slurred out what he was trying to say earlier as you both ascended to the next floor, “I’m not disgusted by you.! I like-” But, once again, he was cut off by another rise of bile up his throat. Right when you passed by the bathroom, he pulled away from you, making you follow with him before he toppled over the side of the tub to let it out.

“Jesus Christ, Stan. What is wrong with you?” You asked, concerned for his well-being at this point. He leaned his head to the side, spitting the rest, and turning on the shower to wash it away. Then he got up with a wobble. For the third time, he continued to try and explain, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just trying to tell you that I don’t get sick because I think you’re nasty. I’ve been trying to tell you that I think you’re-”

His face began to scrunch up and that’s when you stepped in, saying it for him with a yell, “I KNOW! I know, Marsh! I know you like me! I like you just as much, you don’t have to say it, you don’t have to acknowledge anything about this! Just stop and go back to Wendy like you have been!” Backing away, you put your hands up and closed your eyes, worried about the inevitable stream of disgusting stomach acid. But, nothing happened.

Instead, the sound of water met your ears and you opened your eyes to see the boy washing his mouth out. His blue eyes met yours, turning off the faucet, and standing back up to clear his throat, “I’ve been trying to say that for weeks now.” It was like a light switch had flipped in his demeanor and he was all of a sudden fine.

Stan continued, sounding a bit raspy because of how much he threw up, “I haven’t talked to Wendy ever since I had walked you to your house. That was the day I realized I… like you.” He hesitated but he managed to say it, looking surprised himself. You paused. It made sense. Around that time, his avoiding started.

There were no words you could give in the moment. You thought this entire time he had been chasing her while in reality, he was hooked on you. Nothing came out and no idea of what to say came to mind. He had officially broke you.

Moving forward slowly, his gaze flickered down to your lips, giving you the signal before leaning into a kiss due to his compulsive and drunk desires. If you weren’t going to tell him anything, he’d get you to respond in another way. Your lips were turning numb along with the rest of your body as you could feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole of a stupor. A part of you was slightly repulsed by the fact he was kissing you after all that happened, but he mostly tasted like the disgusting vodka rather than puke. Which was surprising to say the least.

It didn’t lead to a make-out as you moved to your knees instead, closing the bathroom door behind you, and hearing him lock it with a shaky voice following after, “Fuck, wait, I don’t want to end up getting sick on you. I’ve barely been able to get past a kiss, let alone a touch there. I don’t know if I could handle this.” He rambled and rambled while you unbuttoned his jeans, feeling his dick progressively getting hard already.

A sharp gasp left him when your fingers brushed passed it through his boxers, causing him to hold his breath while still trying to get through to you, “Seriously, [Y/N], I might throw up again!” You sighed and stood back up after his second warning, placing your hand on his chest to ease him down onto the toilet seat. He sat upright, his eyebrows knitted together as you finally responded, “If you do, aim for the tub or sink. I get horny when drunk and I don’t think I want to stop any time soon, Stanley.”

You went right back to getting on your knees in front of him and wrapped your hand around his shaft to jerk it off through the fabric, seeing a small dot of pre-cum began to form around where his tip was. He could feel the warm nauseating feeling travel up his esophagus, making him panic, and move his head to the side to avoid getting it on her while you traveled to get his underwear off of him. Wendy had never done something like this to him before. As soon as he vomited around her, she was quick to lose her appetite for it.

This was different. He felt himself bare and exposed after you succeeded in getting his lower clothes down to his knees. And this was the point where he was feeling it fill his cheeks, he tried to suppress it as much as he could, swallowing it and enduring it. It was like his body was going through an anxiety attack and all it was doing was constantly sending him in this cycle of emptying his stomach because of simple things he should be allowed to do as a man.

He didn’t have an answer to what was wrong with him, but what he did know was that it pissed him the fuck off. Regaining his strength, his hand reached up to your head and he requested something directly to you for the first time without one slightest hesitation, “Please, just keep encouraging me beautiful… and can you keep calling me by my- uh- full name?”

You gave his flushed pink tip kisses, swiping your tongue slowly across it before obliging to his ask while pumping his dick with one hand, “You’re doing an amazing job, Stanley. I’m so proud of you… Is that what you wanted? Does that make you feel good, my handsome boy?” A sly smirk spread onto her face as she looked up to see his shocked expression, wrapping her entire mouth around him and hollowing her cheeks.

Never in a million years would he think that a girl would hit dead on the spot of what he needed, jolts of pleasure running through his legs and lower stomach at the comments. Butterflies plagued him rather than nausea. And what he had been waiting for was happening, he was relaxing into a blowjob.

His hands went for her hair immediately to lace his fingers in between whatever he could, gripping it gently while the relief showed through his half-lidded eyes and his happy pants. Stan let out a choked moan along with an excited but still cracking voice, “I don’t feel.. it! God, this is.. actually amazing… Please, please don’t stop… Keep going, [Y/N]!”

Bobbing your head up and down patiently, you picked up your pace minute by minute, watching as the boy lost it at the feeling. You were too good to him. Your suction on him was tight and you made sure your cheeks were pressed up against your teeth just enough to create the best possible experience for him.

Stan’s chin tilted up to the ceiling while curses spilled, “Fuck, fuck, why do you… have to feel so good?” You could see veins popping around his neck and his Adam’s apple moving up and down from the noises escaping him. His legs were starting to move inward towards themselves, knees about to touch, and his dick was beginning to throb in your mouth. You knew what this meant right away.

“I’m not going to be able to make it for that long if you feel this amazing, god damn it,” he choked out, his fingers digging into your scalp, but not on purpose. To solve this, you popped your mouth off of him and decided to use the time for his cool down to catch your breath.

He looked at you, confused and flustered, his dick inches away from your face. It was twitching and the pre-cum kept leaking because of how pent up he was. You snickered, “I thought you were going to get sick on me? Am I the first one you haven’t vomited on?”

Staring at you for a moment while catching his breath too, he fixed his messy hair, and shakily replied, “Yeah, technically.” You raised your eyebrows before smiling bashfully like that was a compliment. And maybe it was. But, you shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.

Returning back to the activity at hand, you littered the sides of him with kisses, turning your focus to the veins wrapping around it which received a lot of feedback from him. “Woah, woah! Straight to it, huh?” His groans were amplified. It was like he got ten times more sensitive because you edged him.

It didn’t take much of you going back to sucking him to cause his orgasm rushing back. He was teetering on the edge, using the counter and anything else that he could grab on to vent by digging his fingernails into them.

Tears brimmed his eyes and he didn’t want to tell you that he was near, but he also didn’t want you to have a risk of choking. So, he confessed again, “I’m going to! I’m going to, you can stop…” He didn’t know why you were teasing him like this. But, for some reason, he enjoyed it too.

This time, you didn’t pull away. You picked up your pace instead. And that made him nearly knock off everything on the counter. He instinctively stood up, grabbing your head, and in the last final minute he had your mouth wrapped around him; he fucked hard into your throat and let out the cum he had been penting up since the last time he got to interact with you.

The groans that left him were loud and breathy, his eyes almost closing from how tired he got because of the amount of alcohol that was in his system. You were swallowing as much as you could to keep yourself from possibly throwing up yourself due to choking.

Eventually, every bit was dumped out of him and he pulled you off to let you breathe. You gasped for air and glared at him. Stan realizing what he did then and apologizing right away, “Oh crap, I didn’t mean to do that! I was trying to be careful, I’m so sorry!”

Proceeding to apologize to you for the rest of the night after that, the two of you had returned to walking each other home, feeling a long in your heart to remain by each other’s sides when you had to return to your separate dorm rooms. One thing was for certain though. You and Stan were going to have a lot of secrets that the title friends could only cover.

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#2 ; Kyle Broflovski

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Vanilla-esque.

What's in here : Slow sex, slightly experienced Kyle, and facial ejaculation.

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- Oh no. Here we go. Now, Kyle, he’s a different story when it comes to getting into a friendship like this.

- He’d probably be easier to convince than Stan, but that’s if you were direct and honest with him.

- You’d have to be somewhat close with him enough to get to that conversation so I would say about five months into meeting him through mutual friends at the lunch tables. At some point, both of you would come across each other and have an in-depth conversation.

- He’s a sucker for intellectual people so once you’re bringing up your collections of books and the fact you make regular visits to the library, this guy’s interest shoots through the roof.

- Eventually, you’re the only thing he starts talking about with his friends and they all start to notice him drifting off in daydreams during class.

- This was about a couple of weeks into the friendship.

- The nerd just couldn’t stop eyeballing you. It didn’t help that he really admired your style and the way you dressed as well.

- Stan pulled him to the side one day to have a talk with him about you and he managed to convince the curly redhead to ask you to hangout at his place.

- The idea was that he was going to watch a whole marathon of Harry Potter movies with you considering the two of you were huge fans of the series.

- You were immediately down as soon as he asked. If anything, you were cheering to yourself about it.

- Now, you could put your plan in action.

- The truth was that you had thought of the Broflovski in many ways that would be considered beyond unholy.

- And the fact his parents were going out for the weekend you were coming over too did not help the ideas popping up in your head.

- When it came upon the day you were coming over, you decided to put on your sexiest outfit yet.

- A short tennis skirt, a laced spaghetti-strapped crop top, and a pair of thigh highs was enough to do the trick.

- You arrived at his place a couple of minutes early but just enough to where you didn’t look crazy, secretly wearing nothing underneath on purpose for him.

- He had paid Stan to babysit Ike for him that day too.

- You were not the only one plagued with not-so-innocent thoughts the entire week leading up to it. Kyle had some things planned out in his head as well. Technically, a mutual agreement without saying a word.

- Kyle was fast in opening the door for you and once he saw what you were in, the red on his face was more than visible.

- Obviously, he couldn’t hide the fact he was staring and definitely interested in the sight you were giving him.

- He locked every lock on that door as soon as you got inside.

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You hopped onto his couch the moment the warmth of the house enveloped you, causing you to sigh in content. The freezing temperatures of South Park made it impossible for a girl to get pretty but you weren’t letting that stop you. Your eyes landed back on Kyle who was dressed in a green long sleeve and brown pants.

His outfit was super cute, less risqué than yours, however, that did not matter. He still looked like a snack to you. And you were already willing to lunge for him. But, you kept your distance. For now.

The boy sat next to you and relaxed into the cushions along with, being the one to break the silence by complimenting what you were wearing, “I swear, you choose outfits that fit you too well sometimes.” Benefits of talking to a guy with brains was the way they word things. “You’re not helping my barely growing teenage brain here,” he added on as a joke. A part of you knew that he wasn’t entirely bluffing though.

This was proven when you glanced down at his lap to check if there was a sign and sure enough, a rising tent had appeared.

Kyle, quick to notice things, saw that you had peeked and grabbed for a pillow to sit it over his crotch. Embarrassed that he didn’t think of doing that as soon as his mind went south.

But, you weren’t going to ignore that. You couldn’t. Your eagerness was too much for you and the heat between your legs was screaming for you to get to moving. So, you huffed out, “I don’t think I want to help. I’m here for encouragement…” While scooting yourself to replace the pillow on his lap with your ass instead.

He tensed up, sucking a breath in, and using his hands to grip your hips. You could feel his boner poking your inner thigh, about to brush the spot you wanted it to the most which got you even more excited.

Kyle was just as excited, jabbering on as soon as you pressed down into him, “I was hoping you would say that. I didn’t think I could just be friends with you as much as I wouldn’t like to admit that…” His hips bucked upward into you repeatedly, rocking himself into a position where his hard-on could rub against you perfectly. Your eyes widened and a moan slipped out.

The front of his pants was starting to get wet from grinding up into your bare pussy, causing him to notice, and ask, “Are you wearing anything under that?” You shook your head no while biting your lip, moving one of your hands to grab your breast and the other to lift up your skirt.

He watched what you were doing with an aroused look to his green eyes, staring at your chest often. This gave you the idea to strip off your top and throw it to the floor.

What a good idea it was because it made Kyle leap to tug his pants off. His boxers followed with and out sprang his dick, hitting his chest from how hard it got. The freckled boy panted, a blush everywhere on his body, matching the color of his hair. He was unbelievably attractive like this.

You leaned down next to his ear to whisper while grabbing his shaft, “I’ve been wanting you inside me ever since Sophomore year.” Before pushing it inside of you and lowering yourself all the way down until you were sitting right on his v-line.

He shuddered and gripped onto you tightly, digging his head back into the couch from the pleasure that rushed through him at the warm, wet feeling wrapping around.

“You should’ve said something because I would’ve made that come true,” he said. That was the last thing that was spoken as the two of you got lost in sex. You began to bounce on him and he guided you to grind during the process. Your eyes drifting everywhere, going from dazing off at the wall, to looking at him without a single thought in the world other than how good he was making you feel.

Kyle was in the same state. Admiring you by skimming his hands across your sides and using his fingers to play with your nipples. After riding him for a couple of minutes and starting to sweat from the workout it was giving you, he flipped you to rest back onto the armrest.

He slowly rocked his dick into you, pushing into your walls, and digging for spots that made you gasp. His groans ended up being muffled into your neck as he buried himself in the crook of it, kissing against your skin, and creating hickies once he traveled enough.

During his slow fucking, he drifted his thumb over to your clit and rubbed it at a good pace that matched his thrusts. It had you constricting yourself around him until you were a shaking mess, cumming underneath his figure, and riding out the high with him.

The green-eyed boy pulled out when you finished, jerking himself off at a fast speed, and asking politely, “Can you open your mouth and level with it please?” Without hesitation, you lowered yourself to his dick and let him release all over your face.

You stuck your tongue out, feeling the sticky liquid decorate most of it before you swallowed the bit that landed there, looking up at him with a smile.

Both of you had to clean up more than watch movies after that, but that did not matter to you, whatsoever. The only thing that mattered from that point was the next weekend you had to plan with the Broflovski.

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#3 ; Kenny McCormick

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Dom | Fem!Sub

What’s in here : Praise/ degrading kink, lots and lots of positions, public sex, and a creampie.

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- Well, well, well. What most of you’ve been waiting for. The guy that obviously will take no time in making you his fuck buddy!

- It’s pretty obvious that right away he made his intentions clear and he communicated them with no problem.

- And that’s exactly why you were into him.

- Kenny has an eye for girls that like to have a fun time and you happened to be one with a big reputation of rebellion.

- You loved ditching class, hating the kids, the work being too stressful, and all of the above was the reason why.

- And he was often caught back there as well. So, sooner or later, you came across each other on one of your breaks from the shitty school environment and took it together.

- Might have ended up in the mutual agreement of being FWB’s right then and there which lead to you giving the boy his first non-std infected blowjob.

- The thing that had gotten in your way, however, was the fact you had strict parents and this meant you had no way of getting out of the house to meet up with him.

- To make things worse and add the cherry on top, this started around the end of the school year and the both of you ended up having no way to contact each other because of this.

- Those two months for both you and Kenny were perhaps one of the most depressing periods of time in your life.

- After dealing with this, College had started and your parents began to let you have more freedom because you were becoming an adult.

- You were frustrated at the timing, the blonde-haired boy on the back of your mind the entire time they spoke to you about it. And the more you had longed to see him again.

- The first day of College arrived some time later and you had no idea what to expect.

- There was an uneasy feeling. You knew that Kenny wasn’t financially well off and you didn’t know if he was good grade-wise so it left you with the weight of finding out whether or not he was attending.

- Throughout the whole school day, you looked for him, high and low, low and high. Everywhere.

- He wasn’t in any single one of your classes. None of his friends were too. It seemed like all hope was lost and that the inevitable had happened.

- But, before you could end up back in that same pit of sadness, during the walk out of one of your classes to go to another; you passed by the stairs and someone grabbed you.

- Not knowing who it was, you put up a bit of a fight, losing pretty badly considering the person was quite strong, ending up behind the crevice of the stairs anyway.

- When you came face-to-face with the man that dragged you away, you squealed for joy.

- It was, of course, the McCormick.

- Both of you collided into a huge hug and stayed there for a while, cherishing each other’s warmth and smell.

- He’ll always have that faint smell of weed on him, but, it made him hotter in a way.

- It didn’t take long for the hug to turn into an elated talk.

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“Where have you been? How has life been treating you, Ken?” You asked while shoving his arm playfully, tilting your head to the side. He smirked at your behavior, finding it cute, before responding casually, “Honestly, it could be better. But, I’ve been doing okay. Now, that I’m getting to see my smokin’ hot babe again though, I think it’s more than great!” His nickname that he gave you made you crack up and blush at the same time.

Laughing along with you, he repeated the question, aiming it toward you this time. Your expression quickly dropped for a minute and when you remembered that he could pick up on that, you tried to play it off, “Oh, yeah! Uh, I’ve been okay too. Just been working my ass off in keeping my room clean so my parents won’t take my phone for the millionth time.”

A sigh left him hearing that and he clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head side to side while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Still dealing with them? Damn, I’m all for parents making sure their kids are doing what they’re supposed to and actually taking care of em’, but, when you’re practically shoving your nose in their ass, that’s a problem,” he complained.

You agreed, “Tell me about it.” Rolling your eyes, you copied his body language by leaning too. Having dealt with them being this way since twelve, he didn’t even know half of it.

Silence began to fall onto your ears as Kenny opted for staring at you other than continue the conversation, his blue eyes scanning down your body, ultimately going for his perverted tendencies by lingering on your breasts a little too long. You snickered in response to this, “Really? You’re going to stare? You know you have hands, right pretty boy?”

Teasing him was just what you needed to do to make him budge as the McCormick turned to pin you to the wall, leaning down to get to your eye level. He gave you a small, soft kiss on the lips before pulling away to began lifting your shirt up above your head with a retort, “You should watch what you’re saying or else you’re going to end up being humiliated in front of a whole bunch of people, [Y/N].” So, he was saying your name now?

You decided you wanted to see if he would go that far by testing him, snaking your hand up to his waistband before shoving it inside of his pants without any struggle. Starting to rub him through his boxers right away, Kenny let out a grunt and pressed his forehead against yours while his brows furrowed.

Your voice lowered only for him to hear what you were telling him, “Do it. Fuck me so hard that everybody will know who’s screwing me that good.” His breath got shaky at that and you felt his cock throb in your hold.

He started tugging at his pants, bringing them down to his ankles along with his underwear from how eager he was after hearing what you said. A feeling of regret haunted you for a second when you glanced at the size of him, forgetting how huge he was until you got to see it in front of you.

But, that was overshadowed by how horny it also made you. Your own shorts were being thrown to the ground with the rest of the clothes. Eventually, leaving you both naked in front of each other.

Kenny was the quickest into getting in action, massaging your tits with both of his hands while moving his mouth to latch onto your neck. He made a couple of hickies working his way to your collarbone, running his fingers from your nipple to what’s in between your legs to rub your clit in circles for a minute.

Getting bored with this, he switched it up by continuously kissing lower and lower. Still sucking on certain spots to get it to bruise. He was marking you up and you were enjoying every single one. You moaned softly, trying to keep quiet, but loud enough for him to hear. After all, you didn’t want to actually get spotted doing this with him and end up expelled.

When he got to your pussy, his arms slid into the crevices of your thighs before he lifted both of them, spreading them across the wall. Then his mouth put all of the attention onto it.

Kenny licked your folds repeatedly at first to get a taste of your juices, gliding his tongue over your sensitive bud, and swirling it in a pattern to get you to make more noises for him. You were restless, grinding up into his face, and tugging onto his hair the moment he got to flicking side-to-side.

He went at it for a couple, causing you to cover your mouth midway through because of how much your voice was raising. It felt amazing. Like you were floating from how good his technique was.

Covering you with his spit from how messy he ate you out, you jutted your hips up and began to grind on his face. Around his mouth was a mess, spreading to his nose, and cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes the whole time he did it and switched to sucking your clit for the finale.

The blonde-haired boy got you to cum from that alone. Letting you roll on him like he was your new personal chair and smother his head with your thighs until pure bliss was the one thing showing in his expression.

Your juices spilled onto him, some landing where his dick was which worked out for lubrication in the long run. He stood back up, glistening in the sun from all the wetness, telling you with a smooth tone, “Turn around for me and put that ass up, baby.”

With shaky legs from the orgasm you had, you did what he said and bent over, your cheek pressed up on the cold bumpy surface. “Look at that… You’re being such a good little whore for your best friend,” Kenny cooed while grabbing your head and pushing you up against it; positioning himself with your entrance and sliding in easily. The both of you moaned out in satisfaction.

You had been waiting for him to do this to you for so long. And it didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. In fact, the big size and girth gave you the feeling of being full.

He sent loud slaps through the wall once he rammed his first set of thrusts into you, being fucked aggressively in doggy style despite you not being far from your peers and a death sentence from your parents.

The wet sounds mixing along with it didn’t help. And you were so sensitive that it made it impossible for you to hold your breath. The whining, yelps, and panting all at a high enough pitch that it was beginning to echo. You were going to get caught if he didn’t finish soon. Both of you would. But, for some reason, that didn’t sound as threatening as it should.

Your sense of danger was dulled from how hard he was railing you. And how turned on you were from it. Like he had molded you into being stupid for the time being.

You raked your nails on the wall and arched your back more, pleading out to him, “Faster, Kenny! Please, hurry up… I don’t want to get in trouble!” He paused as if he wasn’t expecting to hear that, but responded once it registered, “Okay, though you asked for this…”

Quickening his pace, your eyes shut and you used your hand to muffle yourself by biting onto it, crying out from his dick practically reaching into your stomach. He groaned, watching the display for himself to memorize, and slightly impressed at how dirty this hook-up was. You were going to be his favorite, for sure.

His end began to near around the time the bell was about to ring again, people about to fill the halls any second now while you’re being pummeled by the biggest pervert in school. You murmured curses quietly, feeling him grab both of your wrists while chasing his high as fast as he could. Tears left your eyes when Kenny finally reached it.

He didn’t pull out. Instead, he fucked his jizz inside of you and pumped every last drop he could. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s right… Take as much as you fucking can.” His dirty words were like music to your ears and the way his cum filled you to the brim made you hum. Drool dripping down the side of your mouth from how out of it you were.

Although, he was put in a tricky situation considering you could no longer walk and he possibly could’ve got you pregnant, a huge derpy smile stayed on Kenny’s face for the rest of the time he was with you. No one had seen him that happy ever. So, there was a lot of questions you had to answer when the boy ended up confessing that it was because of you. Who knew it was so hard to keep a secret with the McCormick.

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#4 ; Craig Tucker

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Sub | Masc!Dom

What’s in here : Yandere Craig (doing it cause I felt like it), mentions of murder, rough/painful sex, and a cumshot with a creampie.

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- Well fuck, this guy had known you for so long that he could barely remember when he first met you.

- But, that didn’t mean you two were close.

- You were simply friends from afar before ending up complete nobodies to each other around the time college came about.

- Or that’s what you thought.

- Craig had only stopped talking to you, he didn’t completely stop from hanging around you.

- Meaning that he would often drop by the places he knew you were hanging around to sit nearby and watch what you would do.

- This wouldn’t be creepy if it weren’t for the fact that the only place you liked to be inside was your dorm room. So, he was watching you from your window.

- It was easy for him considering the two of you were neighbors and whenever he wasn’t occupied with his love life, he’d be lost in staring at you playing the guitar or even go as far as watching you change.

- At some point, his infatuation with you peaked after coming across a late night masturbation session you were having, forgetting to close the blinds which let him have access to the scene.

- You had no shirt on, your pants barely above your knees, watching something on your computer screen. And his body was quick to react when he looked down.

- He got an idea to bring out his camera and record you, taking the moment to have fun himself.

- After jerking off and cumming around the same time with you, muttering your name in the middle of it, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit beside and just watch you forever.

- With an entire month of constantly recording you, breaking into your room and taking some of your clothes. Even stealing pencils that you broke out of boredom from the trash to keep in his drawer and watching you get drunk until you hooked up with random woman. Craig spiraled downward into an unhealthy obsession.

- He couldn’t stand it when seeing you flirt with girls despite knowing that you had no knowledge of his existence.

- If you took them home or went home with them, they would end up missing the next day.

- Craig didn’t know why he did it. He just simply felt the motive. Maybe it was because they were girls and he was a boy or maybe because he was in love with you. Honestly, he didn’t want to think on it.

- It got out that some of these woman were disappearing around your area and you ended up finding out it was the ones you hooked up with when the police were at your door.

- You were questioned and put as the number one suspect because you were the last person seen with them. And this confused and scared you badly.

- The police were convinced you were telling the truth by the way you reacted to the interrogation. Answering all of their questions sincerely, even telling them details of that night you had with them but not going too far to where it was weird.

- Also, the devastation on your face was easy to see. So they left you alone.

- However, this haunted you and you became desperate on trying to find out more about what happened to the girls by asking around. As well as waiting for more information from the investigation.

- The black-haired boy had to keep a low profile after and thanked himself for dumping the bodies in the lake further ahead of time.

- He was oddly disappointed in himself because of what he had done. Not because he had taken the lives away from innocent girls, but because he made your life become so hectic and had you go through so much stress.

- After the ordeal was dying down and the cops were coming to a dead end, the cases went cold and Craig went about his daily life of stalking you once again.

- You did not come back from this okay. Actually, it lead you to distancing from people romantically and sexually because you were afraid they would disappear.

- Landing you in therapy to get over the traumatic experience and depression that was swallowing you whole. Making you lose all of your friends and end up alone.

- And who would’ve known that Craig happened to need to go to the same therapist too? After his parents had found him talking to a wall and carving an initial into himself, your initial.

- He was admitted out of self harm. But, really, he was coping with the fact he couldn’t follow you during the search for the kidnapper of your flings.

- This gave him an opportunity to get to know you though as you crossed paths often when waiting in the lobby for appointments.

- One day, he told himself he was going to try and greet you. It should be easy because you both used to know each other, right?

- But this lead to him dodging it as soon as he got near you.

- You could be thirty feet away and Craig was standing there, panicking in his head, his face the exact opposite with barely any emotion present. Contradicting his stoicism, his heartbeat was racing.

- Your eyes had glanced over and ended up locking with his, raising a brow like you were questioning him.

- Then he saw you get up and began to head over to him.

- He became extremely nervous and excited all at the same time, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath to ready himself before you were right in front of him.

- His blue eyes were intense and burrowed themselves into your head as you got to finally talk to the guy you’d been seeing around.

- Might have been an socializing assignment your therapist gave you so you can repair your relationship with people. Fucked up considering he’s the one that ruined it in the first place.

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“I remember you! You’re the guy that lived in my neighborhood! Your name’s Craig, right?” You gave him a chipper smile, taking off your headphones to rest them on your shoulders. Craig had froze and stared at you blankly before rushing to find something to respond with, “Uh, yeah, I happen to be that guy.” It came out more awkward than he had wanted it to but who could blame him? He was talking to the boy he had been immensely infatuated with for months now who was acting extremely casual.

You laughed in victory at the correct guess and placed out a hand for him to shake, telling him why you approached, “That’s great! I had been looking for some more friends actually as I’ve went through something a little while ago and it’s left me a bit lonely. You think you could be my friend?”

He didn’t know how to register what you were saying but he wasn’t upset about it in the slightest. Although, his mind wasn’t concluding this as you two being ‘friends’. Grabbing your hand, he shook it and forgot to not put so much force, ending up yanking you a little too forward.

Your face collided with his chest due to losing your balance, making him catch you, and help you regain it by making you hug him. It didn’t help that you were at his height too because as soon as you pulled back, your nose was almost touching his. His eyes were back to burning themselves into yours, an electric feeling running through you at the moment. ‘Why did he look at me like that?’ you wondered, ‘Like I’m the most interesting thing in the world.’

Craig had to hold himself back from doing anything stupid and last minute, tensing up and slowly getting you to move back to where you were by grabbing both of your shoulders. You blinked rapidly and muttered out an apology, “My bad, I didn’t mean to fall into you and stay there, you just got really pretty eyes man.” That wasn’t a lie, you did think the color was super nice to look at.

But this compliment hit him way harder than it should’ve. And he found himself beginning to blush, blurting out a compliment back before he could think, “So are yours.”

The both of you were becoming flustered, looking at each other for a minute until you thought of another topic to talk about, trying to save yourself from spawning a crush on the guy. “So, what do you like to do in your spare time?” you went for that. And instead of answering, he asked you another question, “Do you smoke?”

Your eyes went wide as you watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a blunt the size of a finger, staring at it in disbelief. This was the weirdest interaction you’ve had yet. And how did he know that you were okay with that? And smoked weed? Did you smell like it? All these questions ran through your head but at some point, you had to answer him, and free drugs were a hard thing to come by, so you were honest, “Yeah, I do.”

A part of you felt pumped about it while another was a bit weirded out. However, you forgot about it quickly as soon as the blue-eyed man started walking away. You began to follow behind him, keeping up enough to watch his back the entire way, and admiring the trees every second or so when you got bored.

It was quiet. Not a word exchanged between them. That was because Craig was over his head. He was piecing something together in his thoughts, forming a plan, one that wasn’t what you would call sane. But, that was because he simply wasn’t. He couldn’t pretend like he hadn’t been thinking of you in a certain way for a long time. Like he hadn’t killed for you because of it.

As he lead you to a nearby alleyway he went to when he wanted to watch you in private, his back turned and he was facing you again. This place was damp and dark, the smell not the best, but it was away from society. And that was perfect for this.

The ravenette rested against the wall and lifted the blunt in between his fingers to rest right on his lips before reaching into his pocket to pull out a lighter. He lit the end of it, resting the flame on the tip for a couple of seconds as he sucked in a huge cloud that left his mouth the second he blew it out.

Holding it out to you afterward, a trail of smoke drifted from the cherry while you took it in your own two fingers. You took a hit from it just like he did, knowing that this was a really good kind as soon as you tasted how smooth the bud was. Your eyes closed and you held it in for five seconds before letting it out until all the air escaped your lungs so you didn’t die from coughing.

Hissing through your teeth, you ended up still letting out a grunt and cleared your throat to ease the burn in the back of your throat. “Shit, that’s a pretty good strain, what is it?” you asked in the middle of your struggle.

Craig took another drag and doubled it while responding nonchalantly like it was nothing, “It’s called Azul. I grew it.” He glanced down at the blunt to check on its burning status and decided it needed another light.

After getting it bright again, he handed it back to you and let you take a couple more puffs, putting his hands in his pockets. An impressed look crossed your face and what he said piqued your curiosity, you asked like you didn’t believe him, “Really?? You’re a grower? Don’t you go to my school and dorms?” It seemed you were going to get along with this guy way more than you thought you would.

More time passed as the two of you progressively got higher and higher each pass, ending up with you laughing contagiously at a joke he had made about a lady that passed by. You would’ve normally quietly chuckled and try to contain it because of how mean it was as you didn’t want to feel bad. But, the state you were in was more than relaxed.

A small smile appeared on Craig while he watched you lose it, “Dude! That’s so messed up… Come on!” You hit his arm and rested your head on his shoulder from being out of it, mumbling into his sweater. He put out the blunt then because he knew that any more would be way too much. Once you got to lift your head and rest your chin on him, he turned his toward you.

He looked down, so close that you could feel his breath brushing against you, and that made your heart stop. Muttering quietly, his questions took a turn that you didn’t expect, “Have you ever kissed a guy before?” Almost instantly, you could feel your dick starting to rise, causing you to cover it with your hand while responding in an unsure tone, “No…”

When your eyes flickered down to his lips after the mention of it though, he was fast to press them against yours. You didn’t resist but you didn’t return it either. Letting him softly kiss you before he pulled away to conclude, “Now you have. How did it feel?”

It was like the oxygen had left you. You couldn’t wrap your mind around why you liked that so much. And the fact he tasted like raspberries was not helping. Was a guy really going to be the one that gave you the best kiss of your life?

He frowned when you took forever to answer, sighing through his nose, and pulling away with a rejected tone, “Fuck, well, sorry I made you question your sexuality, [Y/N].” Before he could get far, you grabbed his collar and made him go back to where he was but ended up overestimating how far you were tugging him. He stumbled forward and pushed you up against the wall, both of his hands landing on both sides of your head to catch himself while your noses touched.

Craig held a glare with you, confused. He didn’t understand why you weren’t saying anything but also refusing to kiss him back as well. Were you into it? Did you want to? You still couldn’t open your mouth to put it into words, in denial about what was happening. But, you gave him something to let him know that it wasn’t bad by returning the kiss gently.

You were barely brushing up into him like you were shy of the action. And he understood that it was because you hadn’t done it in a while so he savored what he could. You were kissing him. Finally, he had gotten what he wanted. He was the one locking lips with you. Not anybody else.

His hands drifted to your sides, slowly moving to your waist so he could hook his fingers at the bottom of your shirt. Knowing where this was going, a knot formed in your throat and you placed your hands on his chest to push him away. “I don’t know if I can go that far,” you finally said something. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to. It was because you couldn’t stop worrying about his safety. All that you could think about was his name in the news headlines and pictures of his chullo hat covered in blood laying in some bushes.

Your breathing went out of control and he could tell you were about to go into a panic attack, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he saw the signs, remembering them from the times you were in your dorm room crying about the interrogation months ago.

There was that guilty feeling in his chest. It made his heart heavy. He didn’t want you to feel like this. Especially when all this worry was for nothing. So, he decided to mumble out the best reassurance he could think of, “I don’t know what’s going on with you. I have no idea what had happened to that friendship we had for a minute back then too. You’ve been out of the loop for quite a while, [Y/N].” He moved back to stare directly at you with sincerity in his voice, “All I know is that kissing someone has never felt so right and if I could, can I make you feel safe enough to trust me with your body for tonight?”

That was the most convincing someone has ever been. And this high helped you calm yourself while using the breathing techniques your therapist gave. You bit your bottom lip before sighing out in frustration, looking around at where you were, and then exclaiming, “Fine! But, can we please do it somewhere else other than a fucking disgusting alleyway?”

Craig stared at you like you were crazy until his face twisted from holding back laughter, ending up bursting at the seams anyway as it sputtered out of him. “You’re right. This isn’t the place to be screwing a pretty boy like you,” he slyly said as he began to head out of the alleyway. You ran after him, trying to brush off what he said but still feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Eventually, the two of you made it inside of your dorm room, the Tucker locking the door behind you with a snide remark, “So, are you going to answer my question from earlier? How was kissing a boy for the first time?”

You forgot about that. Your mind flashing back to the memory of the kiss, vividly remember how soft his lips were, and how patient he was in his pace. He was aggressive but soft. A perfect mixture. Snapping out of it, you stammered out, “I hadn’t kissed someone in quite a while… Or well, a girl. And it was always quick-paced like they were in a rush to get to the good parts. But with you… Well, with a boy, it was like you couldn’t get enough. That, I think, made it practically impassable.”

What you said made Craig sit in your computer chair and stare at you in awe, reaching his hand up to pull off his hat, and placing it down on your desk. He reached out his hand for yours now and murmured, “Come over here and sit.” You walked over to him and took it, about to actually prop yourself down onto his lap before he stopped you right as you were. “Wait. I need to fix something,” he said as he went to unbutton your pants.

Taking in a sharp inhale through your nose , his hands wasted no time in tugging them off along with your boxers. “Fuck, you move fast. Hold on, let me prepare myself at least,” you sounded embarrassed and you were because your hard-on was so visible. He chuckled at that, “Okay then. I’ll get myself undressed while you can work on getting those off.”

Your eyes couldn’t help but get a look at Craig starting to take his jacket and shirt off, automatically checking him out, and to your surprise, he was pretty built. He noticed you staring and teased, “If you want to see all of it, get to moving, I want to see you too.” That was a bargain you couldn’t say no to, holding your breath as you gripped around the hem of your boxers.

Then you pulled them off, letting them fall to your ankles, tugging your shirt off afterward to get it out of the way. The only thing left on you was your socks and the same was for him a couple of seconds later.

He eyed you up and down with his blue orbs, reaching for your wrist, and pulling you back into touching your knees with his. Both of his hands placed onto your shoulders and began lowering you down until you were coming face-to-face with his huge dick, watching it twitch with a slightly ajar mouth.

“You’re going to have to get it wet if you want to go any further, pretty boy,” he whispered, grabbing your chin to guide your mouth toward him. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, opening wide before taking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. Craig grunted and put a hand on your head, gripping onto your hair to deal with the pleasure.

The texture was different than you expected to feel on your tongue but it was also satisfying in a way. And it didn’t take long for you to get into swallowing most of his length, easing it into your throat, and tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum the more you sucked.

Grabbing harder onto you, he moved his hips upward and made all of his dick go down into your mouth. This caused you to gag and jolt backward, coughing and making a face at him. “What the fuck, man,” you angrily said and got back up onto your feet.

However, Craig was extremely impatient by this point and he could no longer hold up the soft facade he had with you anymore. He stood up with you and within seconds, you were slammed down into your bed while his hand dug into your neck, tightening around your throat to make you choke more than you had on him.

Noises squeaked out of you while the air was leaving you, his other hand positioning himself to your ass and spitting on it to get you ready. He rubbed it around and made you shudder, having never been touched there which caused it to feel super sensitive.

He made both of your legs wrap around his waist once his tip began to push inside, slowly stretching your hole out as you grabbed his wrist to try and pull his hand off of you. It hurt so bad. His size bigger than most so it made it almost numbing the more he slid into you. Your eyes were struggling to stay open as you were close to passing out from the loss of oxygen.

That’s what made him stop. He removed his hand from your neck and balled up both of them into fists, punching them into the pillow your head was resting on while rearing his hips back. He made his entire dick slide out before forcing it back in, making it feel like he was tearing your ass apart from the roughness. You screamed out, “FUCK! CRAIG! WAIT! WAIT, IT HURTS!”

Slapping a hand to cover your mouth, he continued to ram himself over and over into you, watching you take him with several groans slipping out. He was frantic in his movements and made your bed sound like it was about to give up underneath the strength he put into fucking you.

He made you forget about the anxiety alright. Letting you know why you didn’t have to be afraid of him being taken away but rather be afraid of him altogether. At the same time, you were being fucked into liking it. The sweat, slapping from the colliding of skin, and the shaking of your legs set up the perfect scenery for him. He got to see you fucked out underneath him, because of him, all for him. And that was all he needed.

Leaning into your neck, he finally came to a slow pace and rocked up into your walls, gliding his fingers down your chest to play with your tip and the pre-cum on it. Craig was giving you a break, wrapping his palm around the base of your dick until he was pumping it up and down at the exact pace he was thrusting into you. The combined pleasure was enough to get you to moan out in relief, “Much better… Oh, god, that’s much better…”

Another rare smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he moaned with you, burying all of his length for a moment before pulling back again to quicken his speed. “That’s what happens when you’re being a good fuck toy,” he praised. Jerking you off faster and faster as well.

You buried your head into the pillow and felt him start to kiss around your Adam’s apple, littering them around until his teeth brushed around a spot that made you jump. When he found it, he bit into the sensitive area and that caused everything in you to unravel. Your cum shot out on your chest and landed in between his fingers, spreading across his hand, and some even getting on his lower stomach.

He continued to rail himself in you for another long minute before reaching his end alongside you, the warm fluid escaping him with a loud growl, “[Y/N]! Shit… You’re so.. fucking… perfect.” Once he was finished completely and everything had emptied out into your hole, he slid his dick out. Letting the cum spill out onto your sheets while collapsing next to you to rest. The both of you stared at each other in a daze for the last moments you managed to stay awake and as you were about to pass out, Craig had confessed to you, “I think I love you…”

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Sorry for any errors or misspellings! I had tried to rush through this little thing when I saw it was getting too long so progressively, it might’ve got worse. But, this is overall what I’ve been working on for a couple and I hope you enjoyed!

Stick around for some more if you want! I got plenty where that came from. And if you like the other fandoms I’m interested in, you would definitely want to follow. I’ll be releasing a lot of those soon!

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty In Pink!

Yandere South Park x Girly! Fem! Reader! Headcanons!

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♡I'M BACK! I'm so sorry for my little break, my confidence is back on track now and I'll be out with new chapters for both Pretty in pink and Choose your soulmate 💖

TW: Kenny being Kenny lmao

TAGLIST: @wowowpx @the-official-memester

Y/n showers Kenny!

Fluff with a little bit of spice!

♡It was the first time Kenny came over to your house

♡Its obvious he was enamoured by everything you owned

♡How big your living room was

♡How you had an entire floor for a bedroom

♡It was clear your parents spoilt you

♡I mean how could they not?

♡You are the epitome of perfection

♡How kind of you to allow someone like him to go to your house

♡Now you had only really invited him over for one thing

♡To give Kenny a makeover!

♡"Kenny darling... Can I give you a makeover?" Y/n looked up at him with her big puppy dog eyes, How could he say no to that?

♡He was confused at first but you explained he had true himbo potential

♡Kenny sat on your sink counter as you ran him a bath, picking up random shower products and asking what they are

♡You picked up the pink bubble bath and added TONS.

♡Thats just the popular girl way to do it!

♡You told Kenny you wouldn't watch him get undressed and into the bath but you couldnt help but take a little peek 😉

♡Once he got in, Kenny was covered by the bubbles so you couldnt really see much of him

♡You pulled out the cherry flavoured shampoo and rubbed it into Kenny's blonde locks, He leaned into your touch as you did so

♡He insisted you do it because he wasn't used to this stuff and he didn't know what he was doing

♡But really he just wanted your soft hands all over him

♡Kenny almost fell asleep to the head massage you were giving him but was woken up when you asked him to wash the shampoo out

♡He questioned you when you told him he needs to wash his hair twice but he didnt question it

♡Anything to be touched by you...

♡You then pulled out another product which Kenny obviously questioned to find it was conditioner

♡"Whats that..?" Kenny stared at Y/n blankly "Cherry conditioner baby! Makes your hair fluffy and soft!" Y/n chirped.

♡After yet another head massage, You handed him a strawberry scented shower gel and told him you were gonna go grab a hair dryer

♡After rummaging in your draws you found your hair dryer

♡You were startled by Kenny leaning on the door frame, And god you were right

♡A towel wrapped around his waist and some bubbles still on his skinny frame

♡A small smirk appeared on his face as he noticed you admiring him

♡"Like what you see?" Kenny joked as he walked over to Y/n, a smirk still on his face. Y/n brushed his wet hair out of his face. "I told you you had potential Ken!" Y/n giggled as she tosses the hair dryer on her bed.

Y/n wrapped her hands around Kenny's neck, to which Kenny's hands joined at her waist. "You can be the Ken to my Barbie now!" Y/n chuckled inching her face closer to his. Kenny's hands brushed up and down her back, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n closed the gap between the two, Kenny almost fainted honestly, HE was kissing Y/n. KENNY was kissing THE Y/n L/n. He had to be dreaming at this point.

Their tongues danced in union, it felt like pure bliss. Only pulling back to catch their breath, Y/n smiled slightly looking down, Then looking at Kenny in pure shock.

Kenny had gotten a *bit* excited, could you blame him? He just made out with the most popular girl in south park. "EW KENNY!" Y/n stepped back, she couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "WHAT!! Can you blame me Y/n? You are gorgeous" Kenny smirked, he wasn't actually that embarrassed suprisingly, to which Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Mysterion Kenny X Villian Darling, I'm not saying that Kenny reads fanfics but I imagine he'd have a soft spot for enemies to lovers and is reading to much into Darlings plans to get rid of Mysterion (probably believes Darling is the obsessed yandere one out of the two of them).

I love the thought of yan!Mysterion!Kenny kidnapping Viallin!darling and telling them that fine he’ll give in and be their darling or whatever so long as they stop committing villainous acts. He see himself as doing the most heroic thing of all and sacrificing himself and his freedom for the greater good, meanwhile Villain!Reader is bearing witness to a whole entire different play out of their scenario. Like, yan!Mysterion!Kenny is so delusional and caught up in his enemies to lovers/yandere fanfics that he has the whole situation spun around.

Imagine yan!Kenny telling his and the darling’s future children or friends and family of how he and the Reader came to be together and he tells his version of the story while the camera pans over and shows entirely different events and that he’s full of delusional bullshit. Meanwhile, the Reader has already been made to accept their situation and just goes along with his storyline or whatever he’s going with.

I can’t help but think of yan!Mysterion!Kenny being completely under the impression that Viilain!Reader is utterly obsessed with him meanwhile he’s got a whole ass shrine dedicated to them in his room. Not to mention a plethora of pictures of the Reader all over the place, especially taped up on his ceiling about his bed so that they’ll be the first thing he saw when he wakes up and the last thing he sees before he goes to sleep. But yeah the Reader is totally the ‘obsessed one’.

[yanderes-galore]

Here's a fun one! Mysterion from South Park romantic concept with a reader that is also a hero that takes their job seriously but as a civilian is super sweet so nobody suspects them of being the hero in question. Thank you!

I decided due to the nature of these requests I should just combine them. So, here you both go :) i haven't seen the episodes with the heroes so I am pulling from best moments and the game :) Aged up as usual, maybe around high school-ish? (18)

Love him 💜

Yandere! Mysterion with Hero/Villain! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Stalking, Violence, Manipulation, Isolation, Obsession.

These are both roles that would catch the eye of Mysterion.

First of all, he probably met you as Kenny.

You're one of the sweetest people he's met.

He has no idea about your alter ego.

After all, he feels he should protect his darling as Mysterion.

Stalking is so much easier and he's even more capable of protecting you.

As his antihero persona he feels he can be looser with his obsession towards you.

You and Kenny are probably close friends, considering the fact he has an obsessive crush over you.

Despite this you both have no idea of your alter-egos.

Until you meet one night and things change.

If you're a hero, he'll both be surprised yet also not.

He's surprised you'd put yourself in this situation.

You are aware of how dangerous hero work is, right?

And you're alone!?

It spooks him for a moment that the civilian he was trying to protect is a hero.

Then again... your personality has always been the type to help others.

After all, you help him all the time at school.

If you're a hero... he at least wants to offer you aid.

He totally isn't still stalking you while you do your job.

It is a bit strange he's always around to help you though.

Even as a hero, Mysterion still loves you deeply.

If anything it gives him an excuse to be closer to you.

You're hero partners, you need to help each other.

Your hero work may become either easier or harder with him around all the time.

Even if you aren't formally partners.

Easier as he helps out a lot.

You don't have to worry all that much as Mysterion doesn't let anyone harm you in battle.

If you were hurt then he'd do his best to aid you.

Then there's the issue of Mysterion's clinginess.

He is almost breathing down your neck with how close he tries to be.

He prefers to knock people around you out but if you were hurt, who knows what he'd do?

Over all, despite you being a hero, Mysterion still tries to be your guardian angel.

Even if it leads to trouble...

Then there's if you're a villain.

This realization freaks him out a bit.

As Kenny, he sees you as the sweetest little thing that needs protection.

But here you are, a villain in the flesh.

In a way, Mysterion feels betrayed and deceived.

You lied to him.

In his eyes he feels he needs to correct you.

You should be on his side... not creating crime.

Don't you realize this way you're hurting him?

You may not forgive him... yet he takes you down during one of your plans and locks you up.

Mysterion doesn't want to hurt you but he feels he has to at least a little to convince you that you're on the wrong path.

You curse his name and declare him your enemy.

Of course, he's extremely hurt by this but correction is necessary.

You should have never joined in on this....

Now look where your troubles got you?

Trapped, isolated, vulnerable...

Right where he wants you.

In both scenarios Mysterion feels he still shouldn't leave your side.

In both he may even try to convince you not to continue any of this.

You'd be so much safer playing the role of his sweet civilian...

Even if he has to force you back into that fantasy of his.

[obsessivelyloved]

I got one person so I'm giving the rest of you psychic damage

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“Psst, Karen.” Her brother shook her. “Karen,” he whispered again.

She groaned and batted his hands away. It was too early for this. 

“You gotta start getting ready for school.”

With a huff, Karen sat up in her bed. She didn’t bother to watch Kenny leave her room. A quick glance to her left showed that Kevin was still asleep. She scowled. It wasn’t fair that Kevin got to sleep in! How come the elementary school couldn’t start later like middle school?

It just wasn’t fair. 

With those thoughts cycling through her brain, she got out of bed. Getting ready was easy. After she brushed her hair, she left her room.

Kenny was waiting in the kitchen like always. His parka was already on and his backpack hung from the back of his chair. Swinging his feet, he waved her over to the kitchen table. A poptart sat on a plate in front of her chair.

She opened her mouth but before she could say anything, he pressed a finger to his mouth. 

“They’re sleeping on the couch,” he said in a hushed tone.. 

“Oh.” That meant she had to whisper. And that they had to walk quietly out the door. 

She climbed onto her chair and scowled. There was nothing in front of Kenny. 

“Where’s your pop tarts, Kenny?”  

“I don’t need any. I’ll eat at school.” 

Karen broke her pop tart in half and slid the paper plate over. Kenny slid it back without saying a word. 

She did it again. It was hard to tell Kenny’s emotions through the thick parka, but he huffed and pushed the plate back again. 

“You need to eat.” 

Agitation leaked through his tone.

[randomthingsicameupwith]

yandere kenny mccormick x reader

till death do us part (part 1) (part 2) (sorry if my english is bad :( )

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!! 

As the bell rang, you strolled over to your locker. As you unlock it, a bunch of girls pass by, snickering at you. "Poor Kenny, having to deal with a girl like her." "She probably pays him to be with her!" The rest laughed, cackling loudly like an alarm that keeps going again and again. Kenny McCormick has been your best friend since you two were practically babies. You and he have been attached at the hip, and no one has been able to separate you since then.

Literally no one. You barely had any other friends than him; everyone you talked to went away, and attempts at talking to people other than Kenny were futile. And people who luckily didn't go away barely talk to you. As you two grew up and reached high school, everything went to hell. People you knew in South Park became mean, and rude, and targeted you for your loneliness and the fact you stuck to Kenny like a parasite. Honestly, you didn’t blame them for bullying you.

He was nice; he barely caused any trouble, and if he did, everyone would be on his side. Charming too, getting every girl he wanted, most likely having sex 24/7, and getting every guy to be friends with him. Strong, smart, and sweet. And you? Just some average lonely bullied teen. You were the opposite. Awkward and shy, with no idea how to talk to people without stuttering or tripping over your own words. There were times when you wished that Kenny could be more like you. Wished that he was the one getting bullied instead of you. But despite all of this, Kenny never left your side. He was there for every tear that fell from your eyes when someone called you names or made fun of your appearance. He stood up for you when no one else would, even if it meant taking a punch or two in the face. But of course, nobody would punch Kenny McCormick. You never knew why he would hang out with someone like you. No one hangs out with you. 

Except for one guy.

Your boyfriend, Mark Swanson, In your opinion, was far superior to Kenny. Even though everyone else would choose Kenny in a heartbeat, he was the sweetest boy ever and had the cutest smile you’d ever seen. And he never made you feel bad. So obviously, you hung out with Mark more often than you usually do with Kenny. Which made him pissed off, but you didn’t care. You wanted to be with someone other than him for once in your life. 

Mark came to you. Leaning against the other lockers. "Hello princess," Mark said in a suave voice; your face turned red like a tomato. Unlocking your locker, you saw a pink letter slip out. 'My sweetheart, y/n,' written in red pen

The handwriting looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't rack your brain on who it was. Turning to Mark, he had a confused expression on his face. "My sweetheart, y/n." he said mockingly. Clearly indicating it’s not him who wrote it. You picked it up quickly, looking behind you. I'm hoping this wasn’t some sort of prank orchestrated by those girls. Catching a glance at Kenny, who walked by. Weird, you thought. Kenny usually doesn’t come to this hall around this time. Closing your locker, you carefully open the letter. Mark moving closer to see better. Rolling his eyes. The paper was pink too and also written in red pen.

‘My lovely y/n,

I love you always

I’ve never known how to tell you this. Every time I try. I shriek in fear.’

“Real pussy he is.” Mark snorted. You laugh in response, nudging his side.

‘My heart beats for you and only you.

Your beauty, your laugh, your everything,

I get entranced, I’m always in awe of you.

Your smile is like a sunbeam on a cloudy day.

You take the darkest of clouds and push them away with joy and warmth.

As cheesy as this sounds. This is all true. I know what your thinking. This is some kind of prank, isn’t it? No, it’s not.

I'll do anything to be with you,

To hold you in my embrace. My love for you is all-consuming,

It consumes me, with every trace.

And I wish your boyfriend gets wiped off the human race.

Love, Your Admirer.

(PS. I could treat you way better.)’

“What a real dickwad he is,” Mark said, rolling his eyes. You giggled. “I bet he can’t treat me better than you can darling.” arms wrapped around Mark’s neck, you gave him a kiss on the cheeks. “Definitely,” he replied, hugging you. “Also, I can't hang out with you for lunch. Promised Kenny I would sit with him this time,”  you said in a sad tone. “Awh, it’s alright princess. Speaking of Kenny, this looks a lot like his handwriting, doesn’t it?” he said. You thought of it, it does look like his handwriting. But, Kenny could never. He had thousands of girls, why would he write this to you? “Yeah..” you muttered.  “Anyways, gotta go. Bye princess.” ripping out of your hug. As he walks away. You walked over to your next class.

As you walked to class, the words of the letter echoed in your mind. The writer's words were full of passion and a hint of desperation, which left you feeling uneasy. You couldn't help but wonder who this secret admirer could be and why they had such strong feelings for you.

Not to mention, as Mark pointed out, the handwriting did resemble Kenny's - a thought that made you confused. Your mind raced with different scenarios, trying to make sense of what was happening.

However, amidst all the confusion and anxiety, one thing was certain - the letter made you feel special in some way. It felt like someone saw through your soul and appreciated who you were on a deep level. Except for that last part of course! A part of you wished it wasn't just an anonymous confession but someone who would come forward and reveal their identity.

The whole time, the only thing you were focused on was that love letter. As time passed, the class finally ended. You couldn't stop thinking about the letter and who could have possibly written it. As the class ended, Kenny showed up in front of the class waiting for you with his sweet, white toothpaste ad smile. “Hey y/n!” As you and Kenny made your way to the cafeteria for lunch. Whatever he said went through your ear and out. You kept analysing every detail of the letter in your head. Could it really have been Kenny? You couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of confusion and discomfort that had taken over you. The words from the letter echoed in your mind, hitting you harder with every repetition. You tried to push it aside and focus on Kenny's presence beside you, but it wasn't working. It was as if a storm was brewing inside you, waiting for just the right moment to burst out.

As you walked towards an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria, thoughts of who could have written that letter continued flooding your mind like water overflowing from a dam. You didn’t even notice how silent you were.  "y/n? Did you hear me? You've been… awfully silent… " He asked earnestly. The thought crossed your mind - should I tell him? 

You tried weighing out the pros and cons. What's the harm in telling him?

(kenny’s pov)

You got it. I waited years to get the courage to write that love letter. You're rambling on and on about how you're worried if it’s a prank or not when I wrote that it wasn’t a prank. You keep going on about it and I’m just hoping you don’t notice my handwriting and imagining you sucking my dick. But sadly, your boyfriend probably noticed my handwriting. Stupid Mark and his fucking stupid everything. Jesus Christ, who knew it would be this hard.

“Any idea who it might be?” I asked, curiosity laced over my tone when really I already know who it is. “Mm, nope.” you said, not maintaining eye contact at all. I know when you're lying or not. I wanted to just tell you that it was me. But, I can’t risk telling you now, not with Mark in the picture. Fucking Mark has just always been in the way of us and I can’t goddamn stand it. I keep trying to scare him off and threaten him. But it never works. What does he even want from you? What does he have that I don't? It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.

I ask you again, “Really? Come on y/n, I know your confidence isn’t high but it can’t be that fucking low.” you nod, I can see your boobs bounce slightly. You definitely wanted me to notice them, but I’m not complaining. “Can I hangout at your house today? Karen’s having a sleepover with her friends and Kevin’s also at a friend’s house and my parents are at some guy's house.” I asked, we haven’t been hanging out lately and it’s really been annoying me to the brim. 

y/n’s pov

With a sigh, you nod in agreement. You didn’t want to hang out with him. You just wanted to sit at home and sulk about that stupid love letter. Despite the awkwardness that had just arisen with the love letter topic. You notice how he smiles from ear to ear at your acceptance, his eyes sparkling with excitement. This is just sad, you thought. You're just going to act emo and mute while he’s beaming with joy just to hang out with you. “Yes! Woohoo!” Kenny says and you can feel almost all the girls glaring at you with intentions to murder you.

“But,” you say, Kenny had a quizzical expression on his face as he tilted his head in confusion. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret for agreeing . “I don’t know if my parents will give you permission to stay.” he looks at you dumbfounded, and scoffs, “come on, of course they will. They love me more than your siblings, you know?” internally, you're scolding yourself. You could've said no, but it’s too late to back out. Feeling dejected by his response, you said meekly, "Whatever you say." 

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty in pink

Yandere south park x Fem! Girly! Reader

Dividers by some random website I found on google

Chapter Seven

Masterlist!

TAGLIST: @giyusdarling @wowowpx

It was the day of the party, Y/n had decided to make it a costume party and in true popular girl fashion, She invited EVERYONE. I mean EVERYONE! Everyone except Wendy. Y/n hoped that Wendy would come, Wendy was her best friend... See Wendy hadnt been to school for a while, Y/n had called, texted even went to Wendy's house and no answer.

Y/n didnt really care, I mean she was a bit upset her best friend didnt want to speak to her but everyone is replaceable I guess. Bebe on the otherhand, WAS THRIVING. Y/n's second hand command now Wendy was out of the picture, She even got to go costume shopping with Y/n!!!! Bebe even almost saw her indecent! How lucky!

Y/n decided to go as an angel, Basic but I mean true, She would have co-ordinated with Wendy and Bebe but One of them was ignoring her so There wasn't much she could do. Powerpuff girls would have to wait until her birthday party I guess... Oh well.

"Uhm..... Y/n..." Bebe whispered to Y/n, a hint of anxiousness in her voice. "What is it hun?" Y/n's sickly sweet voice immediately calmed Bebe down, "Uhh- Let me just show you Y/n..." With a shaky hand, Bebe handed Y/n her phone.

There it was. Y/n thought those pictures were long gone. Pictures, Nude Pictures, Nude pictures of Y/n. Now Y/n didn't care that these pictures had come out, She cared about how they came about however, Who had them, Who sent them out? "Oh." Y/n handed the phone back to Bebe, who didnt really know how Y/n would react. Y/n's tone was blank, Her eye twitching slightly. Kenny came up behind Y/n, "Y/n!! How are you?" Kenny's tone seemed like he tried to brighten up the mood, He obviously had seen the pictures and He was observing Y/n and Bebe's conversation, Kenny couldn't bare seeing his Y/n upset of course.

"I'm fine!" Y/n bounced back almost immediately, Her tone changed so fast, She SEEMED happy, SEEMED.

"Thats great, Well I hope you know You looked great in those pictures... I mean I assumed you saw them? I wasn't watching you. If thays what you think..." Kenny dug himself a hole, His face was bright red. Soon he realised he was not helping the conversation what so ever, Or so He thought, A grin appeared on Y/n's face.

"Aww! Kenny you never fail to make me feel better!" Y/n clings onto his arm all of a sudden. God... She is so kind. "Kenny, Come round mine today after school before the party. Could you bring lots of drink too?" Y/n bats her eyelashes and puts on her biggest puppy dog eyes, not that it mattered, Kenny would anything for her anyways.

After school, Kenny waited eagerly at the bus stop with Stan, Kyle and Cartman. He wanted to get ready so he could go to Y/n's and see her outfit before anyone else does or maybe even be lucky enough to see her get changed.

"So you guys going to Y/n's party later?" Cartman asked with a smirk, "Well yeah dude, She is like the most popular girl in school, Who wouldnt be going?" Kyle retorted, raising his eyebrow.

"Oh you haven't heard?" Cartman snickered, a mischievous glint in his eye which had caught the attention of all three of the boys "Heard what man?" Stan glared at Cartman, Wondering what the fuck he was talking about.

"Lets just say after this morning, Lots of people are gonna be disgusted with that slu-" Before Cartman could finish his sentence, Kenny lunged at him, holding him by the collar at this point.

"What the fuck do you have to do with those pictures." Kenny spat, face red and flustered by the adrenaline. He fucking knew it, He knew Cartman was up to something this morning, His stupid scheming ways, And then the same day Y/n's nudes were leaked?! It can't be a coincidence, Not with what Cartman had just said.

"OW KINNY!! YOUR STRANGLING ME!" Cartman squealed as he tried to wriggle out of Kenny's tight grip. "Tell me now Cartman or I swear to god I will cave your skull in." Kenny's grip only tightened, "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT. SOMEONE SENT THEM TO ME. I DONT KNOW WHO- AND I-I SPREAD THEM AROUND PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!" Cartman whined, now crying.

This drove Kenny over the edge, Spreading Y/n's indecent pictures? Claiming not to know who sent them?! Calling Y/n- HIS Y/N a slut?!?! How fucking dare he? Kenny threw him onto the floor throwing harsh punches at Cartman like his life depended on it. "WHO SENT THEM CARTMAN." Kenny growled, his hands now bloodied with Cartman's blood.

"Dude, Chill Cartman isn't worth it." Kyle pulled him away, Kyle was mad and trust me, He was holding back the urge not to let Kenny beat the shit out of Cartman, But Kyle knew what Cartman was like and He knew that Cartman played dirty and would make himself out to be the victim.

Stan on the otherhand, watched the whole thing happen, wide eyed in shock. He wanted Cartman to pay, Why shouldn't Kenny finish the job? Cartman was in the wrong 100% in the wrong, I mean leaking Y/n's nudes? That was shady. But also how would Stan go about seeing them? I mean to inspect them of course? He needed to make sure that it was really Y/n-

"Stan? Come on man." Kyle beckoned him away, Still holding back Kenny. After Kenny calmed down, Three walked home, obviously missing the bus. Usually Stan drove them home but his truck was under repair. Oh well. Time to get ready for the party!

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Kenny with a friendly darling that likes to buy him stuff. Good ole' wholesomeness

His darling just giving him gifts here and there, sometimes it’s homemade treats or meals they made for him or maybe an article of clothing they thought he’d like. They often invite him over to their house to hangout and spend the night, especially when he doesn’t want to go home. They even tell him to bring Karen over to and the three get to hangout and spend time together.

The darling knows about Kenny’s home life and they do what they can to help take away from that for him without it being too obvious. Kenny would hate to think that his darling thought of him as only a charity case and was only a part of his life because they pitied him. But that’s not it at all. They genuinely care about Kenny and he feels that. He absolutely adores them too, even more then they care about him. He finally has something good in his life and he doesn’t want to let it go. His darling would be his angel and he would vow to protect them just like he protects Karen.

Kenny would be entirely devoted to his darling, willing to do anything for them. He absolutely thrives off any physical affection they give him, as well as any praise. He’s very touched starved and having someone give him any ounce of attention, lest alone physical affection no matter how small means so much to him.

[yanderes-galore]

South Park Mysterion yandere alphabet please?

Sure! I'd love to :) Feel free to see this like how it is in canon or a superhero AU. It doesn't matter either way. Aged up as usual!

Alphabet Found Here

Yandere Alphabet - Mysterion

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Overprotective behavior, Dubious affection, Forced/Dubious relationship, Jealousy, Manipulation, Murder, Death, Mind break, Isolation, Suicide implied, Violence.

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

Due to being on the job, Mysterion tends to watch over you like your guardian angel when he isn't Kenny. However, there's times he slips in for affection.

He wants to kiss you and hold you, he wants to tell you your safe and that someone's always looking out for you.... Even with this death curse of his he still adores you during his many lives. He may come off cold at times or a bit too rough... but he is truly obsessive about you.

There's times Mysterion can get intense with his obsession towards you. Usually when he's trying to persuade you.

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

Honestly, anything death related he probably holds some apathy towards now. If he dies, or he kills someone else, he doesn't care now. As long as you're safe he could care less about how much pain he endures/causes.

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

He doesn't mock you. If he did abduct you it was for your safety. Trust him, he knows all the safe spots. He assures you he cares for you and that the abduction was of a similar motive.

He isn't a monster who wants to hurt your feelings. What is he, heartless?

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

He may be a bit handsy at times (Kenny being Kenny) but he tries not to force anything. Unless something you do threatens your safety, like escaping him.

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

He doesn't reveal this to anyone but... a lot. He bares his heart to you and you can see some vulnerability in his behavior around you. However... most of this is shown as Kenny, not Mysterion.

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

Disappointed, mostly due to the fact you don't understand the fact he's trying to protect you. Sure, fight him, he'll just restrain you and perch beside you to watch over you. It isn't too much trouble to keep you at bay but... he wishes you saw things his way.

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

No and No. He's supposed to be your hero, your guardian, why are you running!?

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

Killing him and him coming right back probably. This works for Kenny too as you realize killing him will not free you. He's with you until you both die.

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

He's perfectly fine with being your protector. He thinks if he keeps you safe you'll love him in return. In his eyes... you're the perfect pair. A hero and a civilian who needs him.

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

At times but he doesn't show it. He tries to cope for the sake of everyone. Unless it's The Coon pestering you... then he doesn't mind lashing out.

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

Very calm, serious, and authoritive. He acts like that most of the time, but with you he's more caring and overall softer. Kinda like Kenny....

Mysterion is mostly stalking watching you from the shadows, however. You rarely see him at times... yet he's there.

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

He'd stay in the shadows for the most part. Then if you're in danger or he wants to visit you while you rest, he slips into action. He's startling at first... but you try to understand he's here for your safety. You do wonder why he's always around you, however....

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

At times, yes. He tries to keep up the serious act but there's times when he sees you he just wants to... scoop you up and take you away.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation, chains, manipulation... he won't be violent with you but he'll keep you in one place. Alone. With no one around.

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

He goes for none as Mysterion wants you as free as you can be. Even with monitoring.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Actually really patient... he's learned to be patient as his alter ego.

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

Nope, not really. If you left then he'd hunt you down and abduct you. If you died... he curses his immortality. There's no doubt he goes into a deep depression.

No matter how many times he dies, he'll never see you again... and that's the worst pain he can ever experience. Same goes with Kenny.

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

At times, yes, but it's for your own good. Yes, he'd let you go, but in a way you're not truly free.

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

Childhood and paranoia due to the dangers of South Park... death curse and all-

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

He comforts you. Even if you're crying because of him, he pulls you into his chest. Despite your struggling he tries to help you.

It's what heroes do.

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

Sometimes. For example, he's immortal for one thing.

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

Accepting the fact he's trying to protect you. He'll let you out if you understand... for the most part.

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

Unintentionally.

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

At times, like Kenny, he'll put you on a pedestal. He cares deeply for you and would do nearly anything to win you over. He'd die over and over if it meant you'd love him.

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

A long time until he feels it's time to take you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally.