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alornights · 1 year

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HIII ORA!!!!!!!! EEEPP (first off that's such a cool name whatttt)) saw ur requests were open and was wondering if i could ask for a oneshot with toolshed?? one where him and the reader are really close irl but they hate eachother in their superhero fits or whatever because stan dosen't know she's like ... her super hero self?? (if that makes any sense)

you can pick a name for it or whatever, just that the reader uses a bow and arrow/ does archery lmaoooo

SRRY IF THIS MAKES NO SENSEEE

🏹 - anon ^^

⟢ better than you.

➜ in which ! you and stan have a fight over who's the better hero.

💌 ﹫toolshed aka, stan marsh.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗death threats.

🍓 ⟡ notes — im still getting used to this so i hope this is good! and THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT OMG i lava u <3

Everyone knew you and Stan were inseparable.

Two peas in a pod, you'd never find one without the other. No one knows when or how you two met, just randomly some day you two were talking like you had known each other your entire life.

So when one day you and Stan were glaring at each other like your lives depended on it no one felt even remotely comfortable that day.

And the reason you fought... well...

"Ew." You stared at him in shock as he continued, "Hero Name is the worst hero in the Freedom Pals. She thinks she's so high and mighty because she can do archery and thinks everyone's madly in love with her. She's not even all that."

"She is all that!" You protested slamming your fist to the table, "She's like so hot and do you not realize the entire school except you has or had a crush on her at some point. And she is high and mighty."

He groaned rolling his eyes, "Then everyone in the school is stupid and needs to get their eyes checked. She is not all that."

"Take that back." You warned glaring at him.

"It's true, I'm not taking shit back."

"Then who's your favorite hero since you think she's so ass, huh?"

He grinned, "Obviously, the best hero, Toolshed." You gasped giving him a face of disgust, "Bro, Toolshed is absolutely mid. He looks and sounds like a total loser even that berry hero is better than him."

"You don't know what you're talking about sweetheart." Stan waved you off as you gapped at him.

"Stanley, you sound so dumb and naive. Toolshed is so boring, Hero Name is just so much cooler and hotter, and sexier, and ten times better than that disgusting thing."

"THING?" Stan yelled as you nodded looking away from him. "How dare you! If anyone's a thing it'd be that disgusting ugly bitch."

"SHE IS NOT DISGUSTING, YOU'RE DISGUSTING."

"AM NOT."

"ARE TOO YOU-"

He put a hand to your face as you slapped it away. "I don't want to speak with you, I don't want

"Fine!" You yelled picking up your bag ready to leave. "Until you admit Hero Name is better, I will not associate myself with you."

"Good, I don't want to associate myself with someone who thinks Toolshed is a loser. Goodbye for good you ass." Stan yelled walking away as you did the same.

How dare he.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"You will not believe what happened today." You groaned walking down to the Freedom Pal's base as everyone turned to look at you.

"What? You embarrassed yourself in front of everyone in South Park and now everyone thinks you're an embarrassment? Sounds like a good day if you ask me." Toolshed grinned with a wink.

"Hey, you remember when I shot an arrow into your eye?" You remarked as Toolshed paused, "We can make that happen again."

"Calm down you two. Hero Name continues what you were going to say." Dr. Timothy voiced giving us a warning look.

You sighed flopping down on one of the open couches, "Bro I got into a fight with the one dearest to me because their stupid ass Toolshed over there was better than me! Can you believe that?"

"What?"

You groaned. "He went 'Oooh, Hero Name sucks ass Toolshed is sooo much more better and Hero Name is not hot and sexy'. Like can you believe that?"

"That happened to me too! I can't believe you're ruining friendships like that because you exist." Toolshed shouted as I gasped.

"I AM NOT- you literally make me want to stab myself in the heart with one of my own arrows." You remarked as he flipped you off.

"I bet you've started hate clubs for me in your civilian forms since you seem so jealous of me." Toolshed boasted crossing his arms.

Mysterion groaned banging his head against the wall. "Make it end."

"I am not jealous of you- you're jealous of me! You even made my friends betray me because they love you. If anything you're starting a cult against me."

"AM NOT."

"ARE TOO-"

"When do you think they're going to find out? I say by the end of the year." Kite murmured to Call Girl.

"20 dollars by the end of this month." She responded as the two shook hands a silent agreement formed.

"They need to get a room, it is getting sooo steamy in here."

"SHUT UP CARTMAN!"

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #toolshed x reader

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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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Yo could I get headcanons or a little scenario of female reader playing Superheroes with the boys? Maybe she is "dying" and all her team is panicking because they don't want to lose her lmao 💀

Anyways, have a good day ma' friend 😌

🄲🄾🄾🄽 & 🄵🅁🄸🄴🄽🄳🅂 🅁🄴🄰🄲🅃 🅃🄾 "🄳🅈🄸🄽🄶" 🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁 🄳🅄🅁🄸🄽🄶 🄵🄱🅆

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕

♥🌑💧 -> How did this happen??? You were okay just two seconds ago!!

♥🌑💧 -> You were at 30% of life and Kite used his special movement to improve Stan's life because he only had 12%, then he grew onto a 47% of life.

♥🌑💧 -> And, then, one of the sixth graders with whom y'all were fighting hurted your body with a special attack, lowering your health to it's bare minimum.

♥🌑💧 -> Everything started feeling fuzzy as your legs went weak and your body hit the cold cement of the road.

♥🌑💧 -> The boy who hurt you soon fell to his knees after being hit by the Coon's special attack.

♥🌑💧 -> You couldn't even breath well and your mouth started tasting like iron.

♥🌑💧 -> Suddenly, you felt how someone carefully took your body and started craddling you in their arms.

♥🌑💧 -> Your ears were ringing thanks to the pain you were feeling but you still could hear some words and screams.

♥🌑💧 -> You tried to focus your eyes on the siloute that was holding you and with a lot of effort you finally recognised Toolshed.

♥🌑💧 -> You tried to open your mouth to say something while the rest of the team hurried to your side but you only could manage to cough up blood, making your black-haired colleage sob and hug you even tighter, trying to keep you close to his body.

♥🌑💧 -> Coon was the first to come by your side since he was running in 4 legs to get there faster, and he looked highly worried...

♥🌑💧 -> The Coon tried to touch you but Toolshed shaked his head no while holding you even closer to his body with tears in his eyes.

♥🌑💧 -> It seems like he doesn't want him to hold you at all.

♥🌑💧 -> Your eyelids started feeling heavy and so on you obligue your eyes to look at the rest of the group.

♥🌑💧 -> With a bit of effort you can see how Mosquito is crying while desperately clinging onto Tupperware.

♥🌑💧 -> You smile sadly and use a bit of your last strenght to hold your hand out for him to take, and so he does, and when your hand is finally between his he burst into many more tears.

♥🌑💧 -> Your eyes start ringing even more and now you can only hear the screams of your fellow superheroes Human Kite and Coon, who seem to be fighting with each other.

♥🌑💧 -> You feel how Mosquito shakily lifts your hand and puts it in his cheek while practically trembling.

♥🌑💧 -> You also feel shifting behind you, and how slowly Toolshed leaves your upper body in hands of another superhero, you assume that he has gone to stop Kite and Coon from killing each other.

♥🌑💧 -> Your eyes are no longer eager on colaborate on the task of focusing and you wouldn't have distinguished wich superhero was holding you now if it wasn't because of how comforting his embrace was.

♥🌑💧 -> Mysterion's hand slowly makes his way to the back of your head and lifts it slightly to make you rest your ear on his chest...

♥🌑💧 -> his heart beat is comforting.

♥🌑💧 -> Your breathing starts to slow down and your senses don't want to colaborate anymore.

♥🌑💧 -> Everything started fading to black as you couldn't bring your body to obey your own orders and your last bit of strenght goes into a weak smile dedicated to Mysterion and Super Craig (who you know is resting his hand on Mysterion's shoulder) and a little squeeze to Mosquito's hand.

♥🌑💧 -> And then the lights go out, your body goes completely numb and your hand slips off Mosquito's while your smile slowly but steadily turns into a neutral and creepily relaxed facial expresion.

♥🌑💧 -> All the boy seems to go silent when Mysterion takes off his cape to put it on your, now dead, body.

♥🌑💧 -> Coon and Kite star shouting even louder as the tears fall from their eyes and they start threatening to kill each other at any minute.

♥🌑💧 -> Mosquito starts shaking even harder while searching for physical support on Tupperware, who tries his best to steady his trembling body.

♥🌑💧 -> Mysterion, for his part, is still trying to mantain his emotionless superhero fachade, but is kinda failing as his lip can be seen trembling while he gets up from the cold floor holding your body in his arms.

♥🌑💧 -> Super Craig is also trying to keep his emotions to himself, also failing slightly because his eyes are a little watery, he is shakily taking off the variety of bracelets and rings you had on as he wants to distribute them between the superhero team to keep you with them at any moment.

♥🌑💧 -> Toolshed is high key panicking, pacing back and fort because If Kite had healed you instead of him, now you would be alive, he calms down a little when Super Craig hands him your yellow bumblebee themed bracelet, and he puts it on his wrist without hestitation.

♥🌑💧 -> Coon received your hand-made bracelet, one of those which is made with that colorful plastic bands, and he looks at it nostalgically before keeping it in his pocket and disappearing in the death of night.

♥🌑💧 -> Super Craig gives Human Kite your collar, it was a black necklace with a silver acorn charm hanging from it's center.

♥🌑💧 -> Mosquito doesn't receive anything since you had gifted him a bff collar (those half heart shaped-like ones) that morning.

♥🌑💧 -> Tupperware settles for your pink glowing in the dark bracelet, which happens to last forever, since you got it at Heidi's birthday party.

♥🌑💧 -> Mysterion opts for the metal daisy (flower) themed ring that used to rest on your index finger.

♥🌑💧 -> Super Craig, for his part, is keeping with him forever your little string brazalet.

♥🌑💧 -> Let's hope you can rest in peace because if your spirit is condemned to roam the alive's world Mysterion is going to have to bear the tought of seeing you everyday of his remaining life by his side.

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southangel · 2 months

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Masterlist

Stan Marsh

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stan Marsh x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

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

Kyle Broflovski

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

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

Kyle Broflovski x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

Kenny Mccormick

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

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

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

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

Kenny Mccormick x GN!Reader NSFW Alphabet (romantic)

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

Eric Cartman

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

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

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

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

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

Butters Stotch

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

Craig Tucker

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

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

Tweek Tweak

nothing yet..

Clyde Donovan

nothing yet..

Wendy Testaburger

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

Poly Relationships

nothing yet..

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weridpersonhelp · 1 year

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𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 teaser

Butters had been working at the ice cream shop for a while now, he almost knew all customers order off by heart. He knew who everyone was who entered his store, which what happens when you live in a small town like south park. but when the door bell rang as he was cleaning tables, he looks over with his closed eyes smile.

"hi them, what can I get you on this fine day!" a boy and a girl, too which he had never met before.

"Butters, you are so kind to me. I appreciate you being there. honestly, dude. Y/n says while wiping away her tears and smiling at him. The smile he cherished.

"Anything for you, he's a fool in any case! ignore him!" Y/n giggles at the boy and rests her head on his shoulder as Butter explains. His entire body tenses for a brief moment before quickly relaxing under her touch, the two sit in silence, unwinding from the past events.

"How am I supposed to make this up to you? for consistently being there for me?" Butter pauses placing a hand under his chin while he though.

"Ice cream sounds nice!"

Before he turned to Y/n, Choas inhaled sharp, long breaths as he wiped the blood from his face. He then stood over a mass of bodies, pushing his hair back out of his face. Finally, being able to rest.

"Are you alright, sir? are you hurt!" Chaos or Butters Turns to the girl trying to hide his affections for her. Oh, how she was still so caring she was, she worried over a complete stranger other than herself.

"I'm fine, good citizen. But I ought to be asking you that." In the moonlight and the soft breath of the chilly wind, Y/n was Breath taking. He makes an effort to maintain his chaotic alter egos and gruff exterior. But even when he was Choas, his emotions for the girl seemed to remain the same.

"Y/n, DON'T GET ANY CLOSER TO THAT VILLIAN!" With a stern expression on his face, my friend Mysterion yells at me.

"Listen, Y/N!" Alex responds with a shout, but I stayed still.

"He is a villain. Please come to me." I could see the sorrow on my brother's face as he begs. I turn Choas, He reaches out to give me his hand, while his brilliant blue, icy eyes sparkled. His cape flowed in the distance his hair is brushed by the wind.

Main paring: Butters/choas x reader

side pairing: mysterion/ kenny x reader

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jewbeloved · 2 years

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Stan: You're giving up already? We just got started.

Y/n: Don't mock me! I'm not going down that easily!

Stan: It's not my fault that I have to fight you since we are at civil war with the coon and friends and you're on their side instead of ours.

Y/n: Your new nickname will be 'Bob the builder' then!

Stan: W H A T?!

Y/n: You heard me.

Stan: You're going down for that!

(Art by me) template used: https://pin.it/6lhyEBv

Time taken: 2 hours

Apps used: Ibis Paint X

Toolshed is here! Mysterion is next💜💜💜<3

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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hello! if your requests are open i’d like to req mysterion x fem!villain!reader (aka shes on Prof. Chaos’ side :D) and she’s like a little harley quinn with mysterion? like even tho she’s on the enemies side she’s so clingy and flirty with mysterion :) !! even when their in battle she’s always missing on purpose, and if her teammates call her out for it or anyone else she’ll jus be like “i could never 🤗! i hate the freedom pals!🥺”

headcanons would be nice if you wanna do them but if you wanna do a full fic im not stopping you! :3 (if you wanna make this nsfw age him up pleas 🙏❤️)

Superhuman Lovers Pt 2

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!! I age up in every fanfic/headcannons I write! So, I wrote something like this a few days ago, and it blew the fuck up!! So... this request is very similar, so why not have a part two,,, this one's just as steamy as last time, if you can believe that!! Warnings!! Angst, strong language, derogatory remarks/phrases, choking, no protection, intercourse. You can read Part 1 HERE!

Here you both stood, as Shakespeare once said, two star crossed lovers. You and Mysterion had been secretly dating for the past few months, and luckily for you both, the streets at South Park seemed a little safer, that was till a little chaos was caused.

You'd warned Kenny of the brutal attack, so Freedom Pals were well prepared, and as both teams stood face to face atop a high rise just outside South Park, the pale moonlight the only thing lighting the battleground. And you watched closely, your eyes fixing on your partner's.

You smirked, sending him a wink, and he had to act completely disgusted. People knew you were both very similar in personalities, so being flirty was nothing they found strange. "Freedom Pals! Time to meet your untimely demise!" Professor Chaos announced, as you all raised your weapons, flared up your powers and readied to enter battle.

"Let's go!" Toolshed shouted, both sides sprinting towards one another, and you were gunning for Mysterion, a smirk never breaking from your face, your body spinning before kicking your leg towards him, as he caught your foot in mid air, a smirk on his own face.

"Careful, baby. You could've hit me." Mysterion let a deep chuckle from his mouth, lifting you with your foot alone, to throw you over his shoulder onto your feet, and you landed, hands on the ground to stop yourself from falling.

"Oh so that's how we're gonna play it then, okay, have it your way." You spoke, lunging towards Mysterion, landing on his back, a smirk on your face, before whispering into his ear.

"Bet you can't wait to bend me over later, hm?" You knew this would make him weak at the knees. Mysterion was a man of many talents, and not much would budge him, he didn't have a kyptonite like all other hero's, that was until he met you, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't let the comment slide, a low chuckle escaping his parted lips.

Mysterion turned his head to smirk at you, gripping you by the waist from behind and flipping you over his head, as you landed on your feet.

"Don't try and fuck with me, Princess. Just cause you're horny doesn't mean I am. This is war." Kenny spat, and you knew he didn't mean a word of it, as the battle continued, you felt a presence grip you from behind, throwing you backwards onto your back, your body grimacing at the pain that began to spread, before you raised your head to see your attacker, you glanced to your side, seeing Mysterion laying in the same position as yourself, both your eyes meeting each other as you looked towards both groups, who stood united, with Eric and Butters at the front.

"So, what's this we're hearing about you both? That you're co-conspiring against us?" Eric began, a smirk upon his face.

"You both betrayed your cause!" Professor Chaos spat, the anger prominent on his enraged face. Both gangs glared daggers into you both, Kenny the first to stand to his feet, as you quickly followed, moving to his side. You had already spoken with Mysterion about what was to happen if your relationship was discovered, so neither of you were overly startled, it was bound to happen eventually.

"I can confirm that we are a couple. And if that simply isn't allowed, then I guess we're going to have to part ways with both groups." Mysterion spoke, moving to your side, wrapping a protective arm around you, a smirk on his face.

"No I'm afraid it simply isn't allowed, Mysterion. You must do the right thing and give her to us. You will be free from her dark seduction and able to meet your full superhero potential once more, without that succubus draining the life from you!" Eric shouted, and Kenny's grip on your waist tightened. Your blood boiled, humming in response to what was said.

"And are you sure you just don't want to for yourselves, Freedom Pals? I've seen the looks, I've heard the remarks about me you've all made. This is nothing to do with Mysterion and I dating and everything to do with pure green eyed jealously!" You spat, and Mysterion nodded in agreement.

"We're forming our own alliance. We're the best fighters from each group, you all know you don't stand a chance against us. So let us go freely, and no one gets hurt." Mysterion spoke, his hand behind his back, clutching to the fire crackers that hung from his belt, getting ready for you both to make a quick getaway.

And before anyone could speak he lit them, throwing him towards the group of fighters, as both of you sprinted, sliding down the drainpipe attached to the high up building, and making a getaway through the skinny allies, taking the backstreets all the way to Kenny's house.

And once you were in the safety of his bedroom, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist once more, a smirk firmly planted on his face.

"So, since I'm obviously the leader of our new group, I guess I'll have to get you to submit to me, hm?" He hummed, his hand coming up to trace along your jaw, and you leaned into his touch, his arm round your waist reaching to squeeze your ass cheek firmly.

"And who said I'm going to submit to you, Mysterion? You're good, and I'm bad, you gonna fuck the bad out of me then?" You spoke, and he hummed once more, a low chuckle escaping his chapped lips, eyes darkening.

"I'll fuck you till the only thing you can remember is my name, slut. And that's a promise." Kenny growled, pushing you backwards so you fell onto his bed, your arms pinned down above your head by your cocky boyfriend.

"You're obsessed with me~" You grinned, and Kenny knew you were right. He was drawn to everything about you, how pretty your face is, how soft your lips are, how your breasts fit perfectly in his hand,

"How could I not be! I mean, just look at you." Kenny swooned, before his lips met your neck, marking you up right down to your breasts, before he pulled away, a smirk on his face.

"Strip." Was all he said, and you knew to do as you were told. Kenny let go of your arms, pulling you up as you swapped places with him. He sat on the edge of the bed, and you slowly started undressing, as Kenny's eyes scanned your body the entire time, until you were stood completely exposed to him, the coldness of his bedroom giving you goosebumps.

And when you looked to Kenny, you saw him taking his mask off and pulling his hood from his head. That's when you moved, straddling his lap, a cheeky smirk on your own face, as you ground your hips down against him, earning a low groan from your partner, his eyes lidded.

"What a slut. So hungry for me aren't you?" Kenny grinned, his teeth catching his bottom lip, his hand coming up to massage your breast, while his mouth attached to your other, his tongue circling your nipple, earning a gasp from you, spurring him on further.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against you through his trousers, and god how you wanted him so badly, you knew you were bound to leave a wet patch on his clothes.

As if he'd read your mind Kenny pushed you off him, making quick work of the rest of his costume, flinging it to the floor, before cornering you against his bedroom wall, his hand reaching round your neck to pin you against it.

"I've been waiting for this feeling all day." Kenny whispered, lining himself up before pushing himself inside you, his free hand holding your thigh up to wrap your leg round his waist.

And he wasn't waiting for anyone, he was needy, and so were you, and he knew that. His thrusts were at a reasonable pace, his hand loosening its grip round your neck, letting the moans you'd been keeping in out of your now parted, swollen lips.

"Kenny! Fuck, I need more!" You moaned out, and Kenny knew you needed more, you liked it rough, animalistic, but only as your villain form, when you and Kenny had lazy morning sex it was slow and sensual and loving, but this, this was two enemies giving in to their sexual desires, and Kenny knew your body was his to do what he wanted to.

"How about this, slut?" Kenny hissed, his other hand lifting your other leg up, both legs now wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass, holding you up against the wall, his pace quickening as he continued to fuck into you, your back arching and a symphony of moans leaving your mouth.

"So tight. Fuck." Kenny moaned, his hips snapping back and forth, driving himself into you faster and deeper each time, your head spinning and your moans becoming louder.

And when he felt your walls begin to tighten round him more and more, Kenny knew you were close. "P-Please, Mysterion, please. Can I come?" You just about managed, Kenny's thrusts keeping up their brutal pace, a smirk on his face as he moaned himself, you pussy tightening round him in all the right ways.

"Come for me, slut, scream my name." Kenny groaned, his grip on your ass tightening as he felt your walls tightening round him, your orgasm crashing over you, your back arched against the cold brick wall of his room, and your moans filling the bedroom, as you called out his name, your pussy pulsating round Kenny's throbbing cock.

"K-Kenny!" You practically shouted, and he knew he was going to come there and then, his thrusts becoming sloppy, pushing himself in to the hilt one final time, before spilling his load deep within you, your name spilling from his mouth over and over, calling out for you as you did for him.

Kenny pulled out of you, lowering your legs gently to put you down, both of you panting desperately for breath. And he threw you a towel he had brought into his bedroom earlier, because he knew this would happen, better to be prepared right?

Once you were both cleaned up and had finally caught your breaths, Kenny pulled you into bed beside him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head between your breasts, a sigh of content leaving his mouth.

You ran your hands through his messy hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, making him gaze up at you fondly.

"I love you, Y/N. How did I ever manage to pull a girl like you?" Kenny cooed, his eyes wide, and you swore you were lost in them, a small smile on your face, pressing your lips to Kenny's for a quick peck.

"I love you too, Kenny. And I'm the one that's lucky here, not only did I pull Kenny McCormick, but I pulled Mysterion too!" You said, making you both laugh.

"You certainly did, baby. You you'll have us both forever."

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick smut #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #stan south park #south park #kyle south park #south park kenny #kenny sp #kenny x reader #south park x reader #south park smut #south park fandom #south park x y/n

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intheorangebedroom · 8 months

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Pleased to meet you, a drabble

Summary: Frankie's a handyman.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Gabrielle Tourneur (OFC)/French fem!Reader.

Set within the PTMY universe but can be read as a one-shot stand-alone.

Rating: explicit 🔞

TW: improper use of zip ties

A/N: Happy ❤️‍🔥Frankie❤️‍🔥 Friday, orange besties 🧡 This is the first, and probably not last, zip ties-inspired drabble, so be warned. Because I have a lot of thoughts. 🥖Anon, thank you again for the encouragement. As for you @dreamymyrrh, you know what you did. I love you. More. I literally wrote this shit in two hours in lieu of my usual two and half months weeks, it's unbeta’d, unchecked, uncalled-for. You’ve been warned twice. Please be kind.

Word count: 1.8k

[series masterlist]

Drabble: The ties that bind is

The first time is sheer happenstance.

A late Friday afternoon, sometime in September. You join him by the toolshed in the garden, where he’s working on a new headboard with simple, elegant slats, supported by two trestles. You want to make sure he’s wearing his dust mask –he’s not.

You step inside the small wooden shed to grab the cumbersome contraption where it lies unused on the workbench, and you notice a small stack of black zip ties, tied together by a wide orange rubber band.

“Hey, what are these for, Frankie?” you ask naively when you step back outside, holding the bundle of ties in your raised hand.

He tilts up his head, eyes lingering on his work, brow pinched in concentration, sweat dampened curls stuck to his forehead, and he has to squint to see what you’re talking about, but when his gaze focuses on what’s in your hand… a slow smirk lifts the corner of his mouth.

That smug smile hasn’t changed, not in sixteen years, not ever, it’s the same enthralling curl of his plush lips, followed by the same question, which is never really a question but rather a promise, an invitation to follow him, a little further every time, you wanna try this?

He lays down his hand plane and goes around the trestles, takes a couple of slow steps toward you, until he can husk in your ear in a voice so low it dives down all the way to your core.

“Want me to show you what it’s for?”

Comprehension dawns on you. The dip between your collarbone deepens as you silently gasp. His smile deepens too.

He’s gentle and careful, that first time, the black plastic tie that binds your hands together hanging loose around your wrists. Repeatedly, he tries to bite down his smug smile. When he lifts you up and props your ass on top of the workbench inside the crammed toolshed, when he prompts your knees open, when he slides your tied hands behind his neck.

It’s fucking useless. And you’re smiling too, with delight, nervousness, anticipation, giggling quietly until he thrusts into you, and you’re not giggling anymore, you give him that sound he lives for.

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The second time is not exactly premeditated yet.

You’re coming home from Santi’s birthday party, and he’d be lying if he tried to argue he hasn’t been thinking about it all evening, with the sheer black tights you’re wearing, but he still loses it completely.

He wraps one end of the tights around your wrists and the other end to the leg of the bed, and you let him.

You let him.

It’s intoxicating, your complete abandon. Your trust, your faith.

And if you could find the words, you’d tell him. You would explain what it does to you, the way he never takes more than what you’re able to give, the way he always knows how much that is, the way he seeks you out inside your darkness to offer you his love, unwavering, uncompromised, undying.

If you could describe how it feels to be wanted by this man, his raw power barely restrained, his patience and his strength, the kindness in his eyes… you would.

But you can’t put it into words, so you hope he knows, and you find other means to express the certitude that you’d follow him anywhere.

You thread a new language between your two bodies for him to write his own verse. And wherever he leads you, it’s always through blinding pleasure.

In the weeks that follow the party, and what ensues, he becomes obsessed with a thought. An idea invading his system, pervading his mind. He grows restless, which you notice, of course, but don’t immediately question.

Until this one evening, when you come home from the bookstore to find the zip ties waiting for you on the fucking kitchen table.

You freeze, the key still in the lock, and suddenly everything clicks into place: his increasing agitation over the past few weeks, the sideways glances, dark from under the brim of his cap, the intense tick of his jaw. The shadow of a smug smile lingering on his lips.

In your haste to hang your coat on the rack, you miss the hook and it falls in a heap to the floor. It’s a clumsy fumble to untie the shoelaces of your Martens, your fingers numb from the November cold, grey and humid.

A few hasty strides, and you're in the bedroom, where you know you’ll find him waiting.

The eagerness that widens your eyes, widens the dimpled smirk on his pretty face.

“Show me, Frankie,” you ask, handing him the zip ties, “show me what you’ve been thinking.”

Now, the plastic bites into the soft flesh of your wrists, tied separately to the slats of the headboard. The mattress dipping under your knees, you push your forehead from the smooth wood and arch your back until it hurts, seeking the contact of his burning mouth.

His soft chuckle makes you moan, and he rewards the sound with a hard swat on the swell of your ass with the flat of his palm. Then he spits on your folds, and this one’s really just to please you, because you’re soaking wet already, your come dribbling down along the inside of your thighs from your previous high, when he ate you from behind.

Messy broad licks, his tongue diving inside your cunt, curling around your clit, teasing, swirling, his plush lips pursed around your tight ring, sucking in. You came violently all at once, in your chest and your belly and your legs trembled.

They’re still shaking now, and you struggle to keep your balance but you know he’s not done, nor do you want him to be.

He straightens up and you threaten to fall on your side, the ties biting harder into your skin, but he catches you with a large hand gripping your hip.

The black, starless sky peers in through the orange curtains. It’s late November, but the heat is stifling in the bedroom. Beads of sweat are rolling down his spine; locks of your hair are glued to your shoulders and your nape.

Later, he will brush them and braid them. Gently kiss the secret birthmark in your hairline.

But right now, his hand slides down to your folds, spreading his spit over your lips, pushing it inside you with a thick finger, then two, and he’s about to add a third when you moan louder, arms pulling against your restraint. His gaze is drawn to the red indentation on your thin skin and he frowns, shakes his head.

“Want me to cut it off?”

“Fuck no,” you grit back in a beat, and you let out a heavy sigh of relief when you feel the round tip of his cock lining up at your entrance.

He thrusts in so ruthlessly you cry out and nearly hit your head on the headboard. He catches you again, of course he does, a bruising, splayed fingers clutch on the swell of your ass to slide you back on his cock.

You want to turn your head to the side, try to catch a glimpse of him, of his large frame, his broad shoulders, his messed-up hair and his pitch-dark eyes. But your bindings won’t allow you that much amplitude, and all you can do is reach your shoulder to wipe the sweat beading on your temple before your mouth goes slack. He’s drilling in so fast, sliding in and out easy with how wet you are, and your mind is reeling.

His hand moves to your hip again, using the grasp for leverage. This is just a fraction of what he wants to do to you, of what he’s got planned, what he kept playing in his head over and over again when he should have been focusing on work, on driving, on eating… But there’s time. And isn’t that the sweetest thought?

His knees push your knees further apart on the mattress, legs gliding against yours with your mixed sweats. His thrusts deepen, the fat head of his cock bumping into your cervix, and when his thumb comes to rest over your asshole with just the right amount of pressure, you don’t even get the time to warn him.

Your orgasm seizes you like an earthquake, like fucking lightning, blazing through you from your core, overwhelming, meteoric. You’re mewling, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, so brutal Frankie feels it too, the strong clutch of your collapsing walls pulling him in, and he bends double over you, hissing his pleasure through clenched teeth.

“Jesus fuck, Gabrielle–”

Chest heaving painfully, you’re about to slip out of consciousness when you feel his breath burning your skin. He straightens up and sits behind you. You whine, struggling to keep your balance on the unstable surface of the mattress.

The sensation of the cool blade sliding against your wrists makes your jolt, and suddenly you're free, your arms weightless, like helium balloons drifting away from your body, but it’s over in a heartbeat. He’s grabbed them, flipping you around like a rag doll.

“Can you take some more, baby?”

Tears have smeared mascara on your cheeks, you can’t seem to catch your breath but you nod, exhaling a feeble “Yeah.”

You weigh nothing between his hands, you’re limp, boneless, and his splayed fingers bruise your skin in their firm hold above your elbows as he positions you over him.

His movements are precise, quick, and deft, trained hands linking your arms behind your back, and the zip tie digs into your flesh when it slides shut around your wrists with its telling slithery sound.

Just like last time with your tights, his eyes are drawn to the odd angle of your shoulders, to the dip over your collarbone and the way it pokes out in the shadows of the night.

“Good girl,” he grunts, lying back between your folded legs, “you’re a good girl, Gabrielle, you know that? You’re my good girl,” he adds, lining himself up.

He shoves himself into you to the hilt, and in this straddling position, the air is punched out of your lungs. Without your arms to keep you balanced, you can’t control anything, certainly not the depth of his thrusts, and he’s ramming into you deeper than he’s ever been.

“Wanna see your pretty face when you come on my cock again,” he says, and you snap, you surrender, limp and boneless. You let him fuck up into you with his feet planted on the mattress and his strong arms shoving you further down onto his cock, your tits bouncing, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Gonna pump you full of my come, baby.”

Limp, boneless, exactly how you want to be.

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h-harleybaby · 10 months

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Y’all gave me some good shit 😩😩😩

Make sure to vote once!! (LOOKING AT YOU DINO YOU HOE)

God please don’t choose basketball player!Kyle because I don’t know shit about basketball and I literally despise it

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shhh-secret-time · 1 month

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Please Look Forward To It!

Grey Out: Clyde x GN!Reader -

Soulmate AU

He misses it. Being able to see color. He took it for granted when he had it, like he does most things in life. He just needs to see the sunset, really see a sunset!

Five More Minutes: Stan x Fem!Reader x Kyle -

NSFW

You and Stan are so sleepy. Waking up is the last thing either of you want to do. It's the weekend. Why shouldn't you spend it cuddled up all warm in your bed? Well, Kyle would like to get up and experience the day, but he can't because of his two sleepyheads.

Parent-Teacher Meeting: Kenny x Fem!Reader -

NSFW

Being a teacher is one of the most rewarding experiences in the world! Kenny's little girl is such a delight, you can't wait to gush about her to her dad. Her very attractive, easy to talk to dad.

Toolbox Killer: Toolshed x Fem!Reader-

NSFW

Retail sucked. Everyone knew that. It paid like garbage and the hours were horrible. So who can really blame you for your part time gig as a master thief. Apparently Toolshed can.

Slot Open

Thing I Want To Write:

Apple Butter: Butters x Fem!Reader-

REMAKE

Butters finally gets the courage to ask you to go out with him! The season is perfect for apple picking and maybe even a picnic! He just hopes the old Butters luck doesn't ruin it.

You're Girlie Pop: Bebe x Fem!Reader-

NSFW

Bebe watches as her best friend gets dragged away by South Parks very own Kyle Broflovski. Her plan was working for everyone but her! She just wanted the cute girl in science lab to notice her already!

#south park #sp fanfiction #reader insert #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #x reader #requests fuel me!!#please look forward to it!#shhh its a secret #masterlist #a sneaky peaky #shh it's a secret

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pyr0x10n · 10 months

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Rules for requesting!

Hello! So, I’ve been thinking and now I would like to do requests! But please, do follow my rules! And these are my rules

-do not request things such as:

Insest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Basic criteria stuff (Racism, Sexism, Homophobia)

-do request things such as:

Oneshots

Headcanons

Fluff

Angst (maybe)

And just romantic stuff in general

Smut

Characters I will be writing for:

-Kyle Broflovski

-Stan Marsh

-Kenny McCormick

-Craig Tucker

-Clyde Donovan

-Tolkien Black

-Jimmy Valmer

-Tweek Tweak

-Wendy Testaburger

-Bebe Stevens

-Heidi Turner

-Nichole Daniels

-Red McArthur

-Henrietta Biggles

-Micheal Rogers

-Pete Thelman

-Gary Harrison

-Christophe/The Mole

-Gregory of Yardale

-Davíd Rodríguez

-Phillip Pirrup

-Damien Thorn

-Leopold Stotch

-Vampir/ Mike Makowski

-Thomas (the Tourette’s kid)

-Estella Havisham

-Eric Cartman (i put him at the end of the list because I can’t write him in a romantic way, so only platonic)

And if u want them in their Role-playing forms (ex. Human Kite) or some other AU (Ex. scene Kyle) then I’ll write for it!

Requests should look like this (or something similar):

Kenny x fem! reader that loves fashion

Toolshed x villain reader

Please do not request something like

Stan x Kyle x Bebe x Clyde x Kenny x fem reader!

That is way to many people and the didn’t even say if they wanted it to be separate!

My character limit is four, four separate characters.

Anyways, thx for reading and do check my account every once in a while!

#south park #south park smut #south park fluff #south park angst #sp kyle #sp stan #sp kenny #sp craig #sp clyde #x reader #wendy testaburger #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #pyr0x10np0stz!

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texasthegreatdestroyer · 6 months

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OC/Reader x Qrow: Amends.

This is based on canon plot in a universe where the reader or OC has joined the fight against Salem, more specifically during Volume 6, after Jinn's revelations about Salem, as the team temporarily settles in the abandoned village.

The cold bites at your hands... The toolshed nearby the residence that team took up was hardly enough to protect against harsh elements. In all reality, it was probably a dumb move on your part to sneak out of the house, but you felt as if there was no other choice...

In a moment of weakness for all, it was always Qrow or Ozpin who kept everyone together, but as it stood, Ozpin was no where to be found, at least not ever since the spat between him and the rest of the team, the horrific revelations to come of it... As for Qrow? He was in no state to deal with everything himself. His meaning of life was ripped to shreds right before his eyes and he wasn't taking it well. He just berried himself in the bottom of the bottle...

You were stupid to think you could ever take up that helm... this wasn't your second venture away from the residence. You had done it once more prior. Canned food was the only thing in the house and it was hardly a meal, so you had made the decision to set forth to bring back a hardier meal, eventually returning with a rabbit that you had tracked down, killed, and skinned. Just as you had brought the meal in for everyone to indulge, you were unpleasantly surprised to be met with distain and verbal lashings from the older man, along the lines of "What were you thinking!?" and "What if something followed you!? You could have gotten everyone and yourself killed!"

You felt your heart shatter in two, and the shame of your actions having come over you. Despite this, all you could do was push forward and finish what you had started. With the fixings in the pantry and the game you had claimed, you made a meaty rabbit soup for your allies... unfortunately no one was really receptive. Everyone just seemed too tired and lacked the desire eat. Qrow was no exception to this, half heartedly apologetically turning his nose up at it.

You could sense that his anger remained, and wished not to poke the bear further, simply choosing to leave him be, and eventually just sneaking away once more, to remain out of his site. Now here you were. Cold, tired, disheartened. It had been hours. It was the dead of night, and the chances of anyone looking for you seemed unlikely. Everyone was most likely to be asleep. You found yourself thinking back to everything that had happened. Everyone had been lied to. You included. You were lead on to fight this futile battle with no consideration for your own feelings, and to be met with such distrust when you trusted Ozpin with your life was insulting and infuriating. You weren't even taking it the hardest. The lies opened up wounds for everyone. Everyone's trust was defiled, Qrow's self worth was practically ran through a wood chipper- how could the man who was supposed to guide them on the right path in this battle abandon them when he was needed the most? But before you could dwell further on your own personal feelings, a chill shot up your spine as the gentle sound of the door rustling put you on your guard. You get up, grabbing your weapon, standing at ready to take one whatever may had been stalking you in the darkness. But your stance quickly fell to ease, as a familiar, tall, thin silhouette appeared, leaving the safety of the darkness. "Qrow??? You scared me... what are you doing out here???"

"I could ask you the same thing." The difference in his tone compared to earlier was comforting to say the least. "W-well! I- uh... Sorry... I shouldn't have come out here..."

"No. It's okay..."

"It is? But you got mad at me earlier-"

"I know! I know... I came her to apologize."

This struck you as odd. Qrow didn't strike you as the kind to apologize. In fact, he was pretty stubborn. He must have truly messed up if he felt the need to apologize about anything. "Really? Are you sure? You had a pretty good reason to be upset, ya know. I don't fault you for being pissed off."

"Yeah, well I do blame myself. Look, I get what you were trying to do. I should have been more patient and I should have been appreciative. I just- no. There's no excuse. I was being shitty. I'm sorry." "I know. You're stressed." You saying what he wouldn't seemed to shock the man. He rubbed the back of his head as if to try and shrug off her observation, but he couldn't really hide it and he knew that. "It's that obvious, huh?" "Well of course it is, silly! Everyone's stressed out... and to be honest, you seem to be taking it the hardest... That's why I-... well I wanted to try and help out a little bit? I don't know, I just didn't feel right standing by and doing nothing while everyone struggled to push themselves past it. And look how well that turned out... I just made it worse..." You can't help but feel a little a helpless, unwittingly making yourself seem small, matters not helped by the fact that your body trembled from the cold. Qrow taking note of both things approached you closer, his arms now around you, trying to warm your body. "Damn! You're cold... Don't punish yourself for trying your best. You're doing what you can to keep everyone together and you're doing a better job at it than I am... I think I should take a thing or two out of your book. These kids need us after all. Oz sure as hell isn't here to guide us..."

"I'll keep trying my best, Qrow. I know things are hard right now. They probably will be for quite awhile, but if you ever need anything, you have people who are here for you, you know? Ruby, Yang, myself even. I will always be here for you. You don't have to bottle up your emotions around me. It's okay to be angry and hurt... so don't shut everyone out, okay???" Qrow's embrace grew tighter now. His body was trembling too now, but you couldn't tell if he was trying to hold back tears or if he was just cold himself. It was certainly too dark to tell, and his tall, lengthy self encased you, your face buried in his chest, so your vision was obstructed. "Are you cold, Qrow? We can go inside..." "Yeah... we'll warm up by the fire. How does that sound?" "As you wish" You spoke in a soft whisper.

The two of you hadn't separated quite yet. The two of you seemed to savor each other's affections for a good while, before letting go, and heading inside. And on the way you struggled wading through the snow as it went up to your knees. When Qrow noticed you weren't keeping pace, he reached out to you, grabbing your hand gently, and guiding you along, your steps fitting perfectly within his own as he paved the way for you to walk.

Once the two of you made it inside, you brushed the snow off yourselves, and as promised, you and Qrow sat in front of the fire, huddling close to each other under a blanket until finally the both of you fall asleep... (May be continued.)

#rwby qrow #qrow branwen #uncle qrow #qrow #rwby fanfiction #qrow rwby #rwby x reader

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southparktegreity · 1 year

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in progress :

this is a list of everything i have in my drafts that i'm currently working on ! (organized by fandom)

♡ headcannons [ sam x reader ] , [ sebastian x reader ]

♡ part 2 of "your phone" [ dom!kyle brof. x reader ]

♡ superfan ! [ toolshed x reader ] [ the racoon x reader ] [ mosquito x reader ]

♡ collab w/ another writer ! [ kyle brof. x reader ]

♡ cheesecake (the hampster) [ kyle brof. x reader ] , [ kenny mccormick x reader ] , [ butters x reader ]

♡ stoic reader [ kyle brof. x reader ] , [ stan marsh x reader ] , [ kenny mccormick x reader ] , [ leopold butters stotch x reader ]

specials :

♡ two sides of the same coin [ clyde donovan x reader ] , [ stan marsh x reader ] SMAU

♡ choose your hero ! [ TBD ... ]

♡ i don't remember last night but i do remember you in my arms [ TBD ... ]

#leis navigation pge !

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king-douchebag-writes · 1 year

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Hi, I am King Douchebag Writes!

I have decided to start writing once again after quitting last year, but this time, for the South Park games!

Rules for Requesting!

Requests are always open!

I write for both the games, Stick of Truth and Fractured but Whole, and the show, so when requesting a character, please specify which version!

I write for Male, Female, and Gender Neutral readers. You can also request poly relationships with the reader.

I want to get better at all of my writing, so request whatever you like, except smut, this are children and I hate writing it.

I’ll do headcanons, one shots, and depending on if I like it, multiple parts!

Anon List

No one’s here yet!

Masterlists

Stick of Truth

The Wizard King, Paladin Butters the Merciful, Princess Kenny, The High Elf King, Stan Marshwalker, The Bard, The Dark King, Tweek the Barbarían, Craig the Theif, ETC

The Fractured but Whole

The Coon, Human Kite, Fastpass, Mosquito, Super Craig, Mysterion, Toolshed, Wonder Tweek, Tupperware, Call Girl, Captain Diabetes, Prof. Chaos, ETC

The Show

Cartman, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Craig, Tweek, Jimmy, Butters, Clyde, Token, Wendy, Scott, Pip, ETC

In The Works

The Enchantress(Grand Wizard X Reader)

???(Wendy X Reader)

Birds of a Feather(Mysterion X Reader)

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker #tweek tweak #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #jimmy valmer #clyde donovan #wendy testaburger #scott malkinson #butters stotch #tolkien #token black #stick of truth #stick of truth x reader #fractured but whole #fractured but whole x reader

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serenity-songbird · 2 years

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hey!!!! if it isn’t too much trouble could i get relationship headcanons for the main 4 boys + butters but as their superhero alter-egos?

I'm sorry this is so late. I work at a hospital and it's been busy this past week. 🥺🥺🥺

-Teeechnically, Butters isn't a superhero...but that's okay neither are you!!! (In this scenario).

-You are Professor Chaos' partner in crime, (Dr. Discord {Male}/ Miss Mayhem {Female}). You have the powers of bad luck causing chaos in your own little way.

-You also had an animal companion named Little Menice who would spy on the heroes and telepathically tell you their plans.

-Like Butters, you too, were a social outcast. That is how the two of you met. You were quick to become best friends. Soon after you started dating.

-Butters was so kind and caring to you. Definitely boyfriend material. His kisses were sweet and his hugs were comforting.

-Whenever he was getting bullied, you would step in and defend him; which ultimately ended up with you getting bullied as well. Butters would always have to pull you away.

-You didn't become a villian until you found out Butters was Professor Chaos.

-You were sneaking into his room after having a nightmare. You were scared and needed comfort.

-When you climbed the tree leading to his room, you witnessed him changing into his costume.

-At first, Butters was terrified you would leave him. Suprisingly, you asked to join him.

-Relieved, he reluctantly agreed and helped you create your persona.

-He didn't realize that you had so much anger in your heart because of the bullying. But it made you become an even better villian.

-You two definitely got payback when you cornered your bullies in an ally and attacked them.

-He was so glad he let you join him. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with.

-With you by his side, you defeated the Freedom Pals and your Chaos Army grew.

-Even Douchbag struggled against your teamwork.

-Sometimes when your minions were working, you'd pull him into a room and sneak kisses and hugs.

-The Freedom Pals tried to get you to switch sides, but your loyalty for Chaos never wavered.

-Together no one could stop you and he fell more in love everyday.

-You were Professor Chaos' Minion. With your powers of bad luck, it only made sense.

-Truth be told, you didn't really want to become a villian. But with your destructive powers, you felt it was destiny and you had no choice.

-You were powerful and intelligent. A dangerous combo for your enemies.

-You had defeated the Freedom Pals and Coon and Friends on countless occasions.

-Since they were having a civil war, both sides wanted you to join them. They saw your potential and power. Plus, they were sick of getting beat by you.

-Mysterion couldn't help but find you attractive. Even the others agreed you were a looker.

-When he first fought you, he was the last one standing and put up a good fight against you.

-You were impressed, nobody had ever held their own against you for so long.

-After that fight, you both had an interest in the other.

-Your battles consisted of shameless flirting from you. You even gave him the nickname, "My Dark Knight." (And yes he knows it is a Batman reference).

-At the storage unit one night, you were battling the Freedom Pals. It was a bloody battle.

-The Freedom Pals had given up trying to convince you to switch sides and wanted to end your rein of terror.

-Mysterion was the only one who didn't quit. He knew that during every fight, you would pull your punches because you truly did not want to seriously hurt someone.

-You had used you powers of bad luck to cause an avalanche of bricks to fall in front of Mysterion to prevent him from giving a healing potion to Tupperware.

-However, you still didn't have complete control of your powers and miscalculated. The bricks ended up crushing Mysterion, killing him.

-You gasped and covered your mouth in horror. You had not meant to do that.

-"Oh my gosh. They killed Mysterion!" "You bastard!"

-You panicked and before anyone could avenge their friend, you ran. You couldn't sleep that night and told Professor Chaos that you quit.

-Chaos understood. He knew you never wanted to really hurt anybody, much less kill them. You sobbed and isolated yourself in your room for 3 days.

-After the 3rd day, you couldn't stand the sight of your room and snuck out wearing your costume.

-You went to the rubble where Mysterion was killed and placed flowers on it.

-Then suddenly Mysterion appeared behind you asking you why you were crying.

-You didn't believe it was him at first. But when you realized he was real you ran up to him engulfing him in a hug.

-You squeezed him tight, repeating apologizes over and over.

-You remembered him dying. Mysterion was ecstatic that somone finally remembered. And he hugged you back saying thank you.

-After that, you joined the Freedom Pals. It wasn't long til you and Mysterion began dating.

-When he was in his hero form, he was very protective over you and would defend you when the others would comment about your "evil" powers.

-When he was Kenny, he was very flirtatious and touchy feely.

-He was thankful to you for remembering his deaths and you were thankful he helped you realize that your powers weren't evil.

-You were a journalist for the school newspaper.

-You dreamed of being a reporter when you got older.

-And what better way to get recognized then to do a report on the local superheroes?

-So, you purposely put yourself in danger to get a first hand look on what they do.

-In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. You ended up putting yourself in a life or death situation.

-You froze as the barrel of the gun pointed towards your head. Tears in your eyes, you prepared yourself by shutting your eyes.

-You heard the gunshot, but felt no pain. When you opened your eyes, Human Kite stood there is all his glory. The man lay unconscious at his feet.

-You were still shaking and fell to your knees. Human Kite had to calm you down and tell you to breathe. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath.

-Once he knew you were okay, he asked to take you home with a blush on his face.

-Little did you know, Kyle had a huge crush on you. His heart beat wildly in his chest when he picked you up bridal style.

-The fly home was scary yet exhilarating. You held onto him right and began to laugh. Flying was fun.

-You were so relieved you were safe. When he dropped you into your room, you kissed his cheek. Human Kite's face turn red and he covered his smile with the back of his hand.

-The next day, you published an article about the rescue that won first page.

-After that, you learned self defense and carried a defense keychain with brace knuckles, pepper spray, and a taser.

-You took it upon yourself to do investigations about Villians in the area and exposed serious crimes.

-Of course, Coon and Friends would have to save you from the more dangerous missions. But for the most part, you could take care of yourself.

-Your articles helped increase their fanbase and you had helped them numerous times on bringing down Villians increasing their reputation.

-Human Kite saved you the most and would lecture you countless times. Kyle would then proceed to do so again the next morning.

-You had fallen In love with Human Kite. You'd admited to him about purposely getting yourself into danger just to see him. To which, he did not approve.

-So every night he'd visit you in your room. You had built of the courage to kiss him and since then he visited you more often just to kiss you.

-Kyle was elated at the fact that you were in love with him, but at the same time you weren't. You loved Human Kite. You were just friends with Kyle Broflovski...

-One night, you had managed to go undercover and get information on the biggest crime syndicate in town. That itself was extremely dangerous.

-You had managed to fool everyone, that is until one of the students of your school saw you. He was the son of the main boss.

-Luckily, Human Kite gave you an emergency phone that would allow him to track you and save you. All you had to do was press the button.

-He and his teammates burst in and gunshots rained down. Coon and friends won the battle and Human kite went to fly you home.

-The moment he flew into your room, he collapsed. Because of the adrenaline from the fight he hadn't realized he was shot in his shoulder and had been losing blood.

-You immediately panicked. Thank goodness your mom was a nurse and taught you had to treat wounds.

-You had to take off his shirt and you were shocked when you recognized Kyle. You had a crush on Kyle before, but didn't think he had feelings for you. So knowing the two people you loved were the same person made you feel relived.

-Using your skills you saved his life and let him sleep in your bed.

-When he woke up that morning, you were cuddling his uninjured arm.

-He was happy that he no longer had to hide his identity and that you had feelings for his normal self.

-Of course after that he become even more protective then he was before.

-Despite his constant lectures, you loved Kyle whether he was himself or Human Kite. You made a great team.

-You were a new hero. Becuase of your abilities, you were the talk of the town.

-Of course The Coon was upset at the fact you were receiving more attention then his franchise and set out to yell at you.

-After saving an elderly woman, The Coon lept down from the rooftop. He pushed the poor old lady to the ground (Move bitch get out the way! Get out the way, bitch! Get out the way! Sorry I had to). Hestarted cursing you and telling you to quit.

-You immediately helped the women up and smacked him upside the head telling him to apologize.

-So you would stop yelling at him, he begrudgingly mumbled out an apology.

-The first time he demanded that you quit being a hero and stop taking all the glory that HE deserves.

-You simply rolled your eyes and told him to fuck off.

-The second, third, and forth times produced the same results. The fifth time he saw you, you were saving him.

-One of Professor Chaos' many inventions had trapped him and was slowly crushing him.

-The Coon and Friends were currently trying to save him, but the Chaos minions held them back.

-Then you came along and, using your super strength, pulled The Coon out of the wreckage. You helped them defeat the Chaos army.

-After that everyone wanted you to join their team. Everyone except Coon. He was stupidly stubborn. Due to the majorit vote, you were now a Coon and Friend.

-At first, Coon refused to acknowledge you. Even if you did save him. You were annoyed at him and never listened to his commands.

-But secretly the two of you admired the other. You just never would admit it.

-The two of you didn't get along for the first few months. Then a major battle went down between The Coon and Friends and The Freedom Pals.

-One of Wonder Tweek's lightning bolts struck Coon. Due to the surge of electricity, his heart stopped. The battle came to an end with a victory for Coon and Friends. However, Coon wasn't moving.

-You were the only one who knew first aid since your mom was a nurse. You began CPR and instructed Human Kite to get the AED that was in your kitchen.

-You were scared for Coon. Despite your differences, you didn't want him to die.

-Once the AED was set up, you sent the shock. Once the AED said it was clear, you resumed CPR. You repeated this 2 more times before Coon shot up coughing and sputtering.

-Time froze for a moment. No one knowing what to say and everyone in shock. The only noise was Coon regaining his bearings.

-Soon Coon looked around in confusion. Everyone stared at him.

-You hadn't realized the tears running down your face until Coon pointed it out. Y

-You then pulled him into a hug wailing. You squeezed him with all your might relieved he was alive. He sat frozen and baffled by your actions.

-The others finally came to asking if he was alright. Coon had no idea what was happened until Human Kite explained. You still hadn't let go, but you soon reduced to sniffles.

-Coon was touched. He honestly thought you hated him. But here you are hugging him like he might disappear any second. No one ever cared for him so much of him dying. Even know the could tell the others were relieved, but not as much as you.

-After that, he was nicer towards you. You did save his life afterall. You also changed your perspective of him.

-The two of you becomes good friends in and out of costume after learning more about the other.

-Apparently, you two had a lot in common. Soon you both developed feelings.

-Cartman was still Cartman in and out of costume, so he wasn't the best boyfriend admittedly. But when you were alone he was caring and affectionate.

-Of course around the others he had to seem tought and annoyed at you, but everyone knew better.

-Whenever there was a battle, you and Coon always fought side by side and protected each other.

-You two didn't have a perfect relationship, but you loved each other and would always protect each other.

-You first met Toolshed when you were captured by Professor Chaos and used as a hostage.

-You were just a random civilian. You had no powers and wanted nothing to do with Villiand or superheroes alike. So why the hell were you being captured?

-You were hanging from the ceiling over a pit of some boiling got goo. You struggled and cursed Chaos out.

-Cue the dramatic hero entrance of The Freedom Pals.

-For some reason, Toolshed was infuriated with Chaos, but you didn't know why.

-Unbeknownst to you, Toolshed AKA Stan had a huge crush on you. (He's thrown up one you a few times).

-Ever since then, you become the stereotypical (male/female) damsel in distress type.

-Professor used Toolshed's feeling for you to his advantage. It pissed Toolshed off to no end.

-You eventually get used to getting kidnapped at some point. And got bored at all the back and forth.

-Toolshed was always the one to bring you home. So you had gotten to know each other very well. Soon you had developed feelings for him.

-Now when you would get captured, you'd be excited to see Toolshed and would swoon when he'd kick Professor Chaos' ass.

-Toolshed carried you home because of another one of Chaos' plans failed. This time before he could leave, you grabbed his collar and placed a kiss on his lips.

-Whispering over his lips, you confessed your feelings. You stated that you knew he had feelings for you too. (Whever he would rescue you would feel his heart racing when he carried you. You also noticed his red cheeks and not so subtle flirts).

-Toolshed always had to fight back his urge to puke and as he got to know you better he didn't throw up as much. He was even able to hold you and flirt with you without upchucking his dinner.

-But when you kissed and him and returned his feelings he was excited. He tried. He reeeaaally tried not to throw up. But it was too much.

-Needless to say, in the moment his vomit covered your chest, you figured his secret identity. He was mortified and repeated apologies.

-"So you're Stan Marsh, huh?" He wanted to die...

-Still, your feelings for him were strong. So despite his disgusting nervous habit, you started dating that night.

-Tired of you always getting captured, he taught you self defense and gave you tools to defend yourself with.

-Since you were dating, he had grown protective of you and needed to make sure you could protect yourself. Luckily his training worked and you were able to avoid being captured as much...I mean, you still did, but not as much as before.

-Eventually, Toolshed was able to not throw up everytime you saw each other or kissed. (Something you were grateful for).

-You made him happy and loved. Unlike his relationship with Wendy, you never pressured him to be something he was not and accepted him for who he was.

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