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#post covid stan marsh
hellhoundclown · 4 months
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Which post covid character design is your favorite :]?
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old art buuuut i really like stan’s design in post covid. a lot of the times it changes though, like it changes from kyle, clyde, to tolkien to bebe. but pcov stan always on the damn mind for some reason probably because i got a crush on him lol
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princessconsuela120 · 10 months
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❀DAD BOD❀
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Summary: Durning a sweet moment between you and your husband, you tell Stan his dad bod will soon come in handy.
Warnings: teeth rotting fluff.
Author’s Note: I love him so much actually, I thought of this randomly, still in my baby fever phase. send in requests!
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DOMESTIC BLISS, as many would refer to the interaction taking place between you and your husband, Stan. It was very blissful in fact, the rain hammering on the windows by your bed, but you happily wrapped in your husbands arms, giggling at the tv screen in front of you.
You pulled out your phone to read the text notification that lit up the screen as Stan’s eyes were skillfully trained on the movie.
Kyle : Have you told him yet?
You smiled to yourself, looking over at your husband with nothing but love, before responding.
Y/n : not yet, but soon.
“Are you texting Kyle again?” Stan asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice as you nod. “Tell him you’re my wife not his. He can go find his own wife.” He teased, taking your phone away. You both chuckled as he held the phone above your head so you couldn’t reach.
“Oh come on, he’s both of our best friends. He just misses you so dearly.” You teased back, making Stan scoff.
“Then he should be texting me instead.” He grumbled. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that Kyle knew the same information that you did, and that he was simple waiting for you to spill before he texted his best friend again. You sighed, snuggling into Stan’s chest.
“We are seeing him soon.” You said, making him scoff.
“Exactly, so he can wait to see you.” He teased, kissing your head softly as you chuckled “Speaking of, you need to decide my outfit for today.”
“Oh come on now, can’t you decide?” You asked, hoping to stay in his arms as long as possible.
“We both know I can’t, now here, I’ll give you a nice little fashion show.”
He got up from the bed, careful to not have you tumble over the other side as he did, and he went to take his shirt off. You couldn’t help but admire him from where you were on the bed, now laying on you stomach as you looked at him with lovestruck eyes. The scuffs of black hair littering his chest, the thick stubble on his chin, which was overdue for a shave. His black locks that he had managed since you were kids. And his beautiful baby blue eyes that perfectly brought together his entire body. His dad bod, that you had to admit was one of your favorite things about him.
“Oh stop that would you?” He grumbled, making you raise an eyebrow at him, meeting his stern eyes in the mirror.
“Stop what? I’m not allowed to admire my handsome husband?” You argued, and he shook his head, pointing a finger at you through the mirror.
“No actually, I’m the one who admires you remember?”
“Oh, how dare I.” You say teasingly, getting up to come stand behind him, hugging him from behind.
“God, I look just like my dad.” He grumbled, holding his stomach.
“I love your little dad pooch.” You couldn’t help but hold the pudge on his stomach, it brought you so much joy. No matter how he thought he looked, Stan had to admit hearing the things you loved about him he couldn’t help but love too. Yet still, he scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “No really, maybe mine will match in a month or two.”
Stan rolled his eyes, thinking you were teasing him for his tummy. It took him a few minutes of looking down, and playing with your fingers that wrapped around him from behind, before he looked up to meet your eyes. His eyes were widened, and widened even more when he saw the smirk on your lips.
“What do you mean by that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you. You looked back at him, smiling. He pulled away, and you giggled as you sat back down on the bed. You could tell his head was racing a mile a minute, but the teasing was just too fun. Soon enough he smiled back, getting on bed in front of her, grabbing her hands.
“Do you mean that…” he stuttered, suddenly unable to form words. You smiled at him teasingly, his cheeks now a bright blush red.
“I don’t know Stan, what do I mean?”
He shook his head, trying to form words to shake out. He still was completely flustered, and his eyes wondered all over your body.
“Are, are you, are we.” He gulped, and you squeezed his hands. You looked him straight in the eyes, lifting his chin slightly so he would look back into yours, his baby blues holding so much love and worry, and joy all in one.
“Use your words Stanley.” You whispered, not being able to hold back the slightly tears that brined in your eyes when you saw a single tear drip down Stan’s face. You wipped it with a smile, and he took a deep breath.
“Are you pregnant.” He asked softly, practically whispering, unable to speak from the adrenaline he felt. You nodded, and his eyes lit up as his hands held your face.
“Oh wow, ohh…wow!” He practically jumped from the bed, smiling widely as a few more tears of joy dripped down his cheek. God he was such a baby. “I’m pregnant! Well, you’re pregnant, we’re pregnant?!” He shouted, and you stood up, coming to stand by him.
“Yes my love.” You said back, and he let out a happy sigh.
“Oh my god, oh wow, I, wow.” He pulled you into a tight hug, running his fingers through your hair as he held you close. “I love you so much.” He whispered against your hair, pulling away to kiss you.
It was, domestic bliss entirely. It was lovely, and wonderful, and Stan was extremely giddy to be able to go to see his friends tonight, to tell them all the good news. Well, Kyle already knew, but Stan let that slide. He was just too damn happy. You two had attended a welcome home party for your best friend Kenny at Kyle’s house, and the entire night Stan’s arm didn’t leave your side. It was as if his hand was permanently glued to your stomach. He couldn’t wait to tell each and every person there about the new baby. It was actually quite adorable, and even though he would t shut up about it no one could say they were annoyed by it. Even Eric Cartman, who was reluctant to admit that he was excited to have a baby in the group to spoil.
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remersgf · 1 year
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- masterlist ❣️
smut: 💥
fluff: 🫧
doug remer:
💥hazy
🫧remer taking care of drunk!reader blurb
🫧💥remer headcanons
💥please
💥remer going down on you blurb
🫧remer x reader on the team headcanons
🫧remer getting the silent treatment headcanons
🫧💥remer with a size kink headcanons
🫧drunk!remer x reader blurb
💥sucking remer off blurb
💥watching remer masturbate blurb
💥fill ‘er up!
🫧remer taking care of sick!reader headcanons
💥perv!remer blurb
🫧remer with a goth!gf headcanons
matt stone:
💥birthday boy
💥his toy
💥voyeur!matt blurb
stan marsh:
💥pc stan marsh nsfw headcanons
💥pc stan marsh age gap blurb
🫧sleeping positions with pc stan marsh
🫧pc stan marsh dating with an age gap headcanons
💥showing up to pc stan marsh’s house blurb
🫧going to the liquor store with pc stan marsh blurb
damon albarn:
💥pretty thing
💥the best
💥damon albarn nsfw alphabet
💥tease
💥caught
💥jealous
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taikk0 · 1 year
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i suck at ship art but i like style so uh yea
this was supposed to stay a sketch to learn how to draw pc kyle 4 the first time but i liked it a lot and thought it came out okay so i ended up actually finishing it :>
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Heyyy :3 Soo I know you’re emancipated and starving for content from me sooo here’s some self-indulgent, actually-me shit. Don’t we look so cute together or something?? 😊
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mcckenny · 11 months
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Guys wake up post covid stan just dropped a new tiktok
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musinerd · 1 month
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ber stan
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pononoin · 1 year
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Some things never change
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vvanini · 10 months
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the gang & butters post covid evolution + hair versions
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praxieserver · 1 year
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redraw of this
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joebidenporn · 1 year
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why aree there fifty year old men on the ferris wheel
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hellhoundclown · 7 months
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you’ll never guess who my favourite south park character is
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princessconsuela120 · 10 months
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❀STAN’S GIRLS❀
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Summary: pregnancy comes with many ups and downs, but Stan is happy to help with anything.
Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, boobs, pregnancy
Author’s Note: I actually loved this one so much, the concept seemed cute and it was so fun to write. I decided to make it a series of domestic fluff with Stan, so send in requests!
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YOU GROAN loudly, holding onto your chest as your bra fell to the ground. Stan was watching tv on your bed, not noticing the slight winces you let out as you got ready for bed. Now being in your 7th month of your pregnancy, it was apparent you had gone through many changes. One in particular being the size of your breasts. And while this wouldn’t normally be too much of a problem, you were so close to the end that your body began adapting. There was no baby yet to relieve the fullness, which left for father sore painful boobs.
You couldn’t help but let out a soft wince as you pulled one of Stan’s shirts over your head, your shirts no longer fitting over your swelled stomach. This time, Stan noticed. He paused the tv, and looked over at you with concern.
“What’s the mater love?” He asked softly, concern filling his face. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Stan had been extremely protective. A hand always at your side helping you up, or bringing you things you needed. He always wanted to be there to help, and was extremely extra protective if you were being honest. You turned to him with a huff of annoyance, holding your boobs in each hand.
“I know you love ‘em, but they hurt an awful lot.” You said, and he shook his head in response.
“No, not my girls.” He said with denial, holding his chest with fake hurt causing you to roll your eyes. You went to sit on the foot of the bed, rubbing your bump to soothe yourself of some pain.
“Good lord.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes as Stan sat up closer to you.
“My girls can do no wrong, isn’t that right.”
He went to reach out, grabbing one of your boobs and holding it before you winced in pain, pulling away. He looked at you with a sad expression.
“Ow.” You wince, feelings tears brim in your eyes, damned hormones. He pouts at you, holding his arms open for you to come snuggle into his chest.
“Aww, come here sweetheart.”
He pulls you into his chest, kissing your head as you whimper lightly in pain. He let out a loud sigh, your head laying on his chest, listen to the calming rhythm of his heart beat. He went to move his hands onto your chest, causing you to look up at him.
“This might hurt a bit but you have to trust me okay? You trust me?” He asked, causing you to nod.
“Okay.”
He began moving his hands gently, rubbing his thumbs over your breasts in a soothing motion. He kept going when he heard the content hums you let out. He continued to message your chest, relieving a great deal of the stress they held.
“How does it feel?” He asked, leaving a soft kiss on your head and you mumbled your response.
“So fucking good.”
He chuckled lightly, kissing the top of your head again, smiling at you as he noticed you closing your eyes.
“Good.” He said happily, moving one hand to trace careful pattern on your bump. He was completely and entirely enamored by you. How you could carry his baby and look so beautiful, how you could go through so much just for your kid. He couldn’t even begin to express in words how much love he held for you.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered against your hair, thinking you were now fully asleep before you turned to look at him, humming in response.
“Hmm? What are you sorry for?” You asked softly, causing Stan to sigh, wrapping a hand on your bump.
“This, for your pain. There’s been a lot of it recently, I just, I wish I could take it for you you don’t deserve it.” He explained, and you just smiled back at his adorableness. Yes, it was difficult, and yes, there was pain, but it was worth it. You would go to hell and back for your boy, and somewhere deep inside, Stan knew that.
“It’s okay Stan. It’ll all be worth it.”
“I love you so much, my strong girl.” He said softly, and you smiled, snuggling back into his side.
“I love you too Stan.”
He continued his message, alternating between your breasts and leaving soft patterns on you stomach. Eventually you had fallen asleep again his chest, which made him happy, seeing as you haven’t had many peaceful sleeps as of late. He couldn’t help but admire you. He took a deep breath, seeming to gain your peacefulness before carefully moving to be face to face with your stomach.
“Hey little buddy, how’s it hanging.” He said softly, kissing the fabric of your shirt, chuckling slightly as the baby pressed a kick to his hand.
“Unfortunately I’m gonna have to ask you to hold you excitement for a bit. I know you can’t wait to get out, but you’ve gotta be patient sweet pea. Your mommy’s already got a lot on her shoulders carrying you, I don’t wanna make it worse for her. Be good for your mom okay? Daddy’ll see you soon enough sweet pea.” He said, placing another kiss before moving back to cradle you in his arms. Stan knew, in this moment, that he truly was home.
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remersgf · 1 year
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ok uhhh how do u think he fucks thooo like hes older but also hes a lil kinkyy
okay trying this again!!
definitely would be into you degrading him a lil bit, like you calling him pervy when you catch him looking down your chest or telling him he’s a dirty old man when he tries to get in your pants for the 4th time today
tbh it just reminds him of your age gap, and he enjoys it a lot more than he should
you call him daddy occasionally, it’s not often that it comes out but when it does… he goes fucking feral. it’s like a switch flips in him. prepare to be sore as hell in the morning
when he gets drunk enough he’ll also call himself daddy, not even in a sexual sense somtimes
“bring daddy another beer”
“come lay with daddy”
“wanna sit on daddy’s thigh? wanna make yourself cum?”
“y’want daddy to make you feel good? huh? talk to me baby…”
cough anyways would let you grind on his thigh while he watches tv, beer in hand, because he’s just too occupied with his show to pay proper attention to you
but really it gets him so hard, he just likes having you so, so desperate on his lap while he pretends he couldn’t care less
and when he’s too drunk and can’t get it up, he’ll make you ride a dildo sitting above him
holding it in place for you and positioning it right above where his actual cock would be if it were out
“ride it. you heard me, babe. ride it and pretend it’s mine” he’d slur, landing a few harsh slaps to your thighs
and obviously you do exactly as your told, you’d be lying if you said he didn’t fucking own you
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funfetti96 · 10 months
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Various
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sasasasasi · 2 months
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My Style Zine
I think it’s really neat
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