About me:
I'm Tomie. eng/rus. I use they/them pronouns. I'm pansexual and taken! I'm 20 and in college, studying nursing and psychology, so i'm very busy. I stuggle quite a bit with my mental health so if i'm gone for long periods it's cuz I needed to sort myself out.
(pssst this is a sideblog! i probably wont fb)
this is a smut blog!! I'm not one to patrol your internet choices, but minors please refrain from interacting / proceed with caution. That being said I write for the main 4 + butters and tweek. You can send any requests, my boundries is no rape (cnc is okay), bestiality, raceplay, emetophilia, or pedophila but ya'll i'm FREAKY so really ask anything. All characters are aged 18+ NO POST COVID !!!!!!!!
i will write for sub reader, dom reader, m!reader, gn!reader, f!reader, trans!reader, anything really :)
my favs are eric and butters ahhghuuunju
Hi!! I’m pretty embarrassed to be requesting this so if you don’t feel comfortable doing it, I understand completely. I wanted to make a prompt about Stan and f/afab!reader getting caught by Sharon? Like, Stan has reader bent over his desk or something and his mom comes in to drop off some laundry? Idk, it’s just something I thought!
Stan Marsh - Interupted . afabF!reader . 1.2k words .
warnings: rough sex (?), mean stan, 'whore' and 'slut' used, unprotected sex, getting walked in on, light degradation (?), choking.
a/n: Hi! Don't be embarrassed!! This is sorta silly and cute, don't worry at all. I'm getting back into the swing of writing. I apologize if this is short/not exactly what you want. Sorry aswell if it's a little rougher than you wanted lol. [also little disclaimer i wrote half of this super stoned hah...]
"C'mon baby, we only have twenty minutes before my mom gets back, I've been waiting all fucking day, please."
It was true, you had been teasing him all day. Sending slutty pictures of yourself in the school bathroom, twirling your hair in just the right way to get him going, even sitting on his lap during lunch and wiggling just a little too much. The way he looked at you now, the hunger in his eyes, you lived for it. He practically dragged you to his room, not bothering to take off his shoes or backpack.
He only had one thing on his mind.
Once inside his room he slammed the door shut. He swiftly pinned you against it, pushing himself roughly against you. His lips were like fire. He always knew where to put his hands, how to move his tounge, what exactly to do to make you go crazy. He cupped your chin and pulled you further into his room, his kisses growing sloppy as he tugged off his coat and belt, throwing them to the floor along with his backpack. He backed you up against his desk, practically pushing you ontop of it, his lips never left your body. He pulled your hair back, softly kissing your jawline before growing more intense and rough with your neck, leaving marks scattered all across your soft skin.
You pushed him off with a small giggle, pulling your top over your head. He bit his lip and helped tug off your bottoms, practically drooling over you. The buldge in his pants was obvious, painfully obvious. You pulled him back in for a kiss and trailed your hand down to his jeans, playing with the zipper and brushing your fingers against him. He let out something between whine and a groan, "fuck, you're such a slut," he breathed into your neck, pairing it with a rough squeeze of your ass. He grabbed your wrists and bent you over the desk, pinning you down heavy and harsh. He started grinding his crotch against yours, making the wetness of your cunt obvious.
"Fucking like that baby? Yeah? God, you're such a fucking slut, all fucking dumb and drooling for me," he growled, sticking his thumb in your mouth with his free hand. He gripped your jaw tight, thumb in your mouth, pointer on your jaw, the rest of his fingers trailing down your neck. He forced you to look at him, "I wanna hear you fucking say it. Say you're a dumb, fucking, slut," the way he said the last three words, punctuated, slow. A harsh, teasing, command.
"I-I'm a dumb f-fucking slut," you murmered, looking up at him with hazy, dumb, eyes, and drool all over your chin.
"Say it louder."
"I'm a d-dumb fucking slut!" you groaned, coming out slurred due to his finger obstructing your tongue. "That's a good fucking whore," he muttered, taking his hand out of your mouth suddenly, moving it to your neck, squeezing just enough.. He unpinned your arms and as your hands made their way to your breasts, his hand moved to your panties. He pulled them down so they were just hanging down on one leg. He slapped your cunt a couple times, moving two digits to your pussy and his thumb on your clit. He pumped his fingers a couple times before he pulled out his cock, his pants and boxers halfway down his legs. He leaned down into you, pressing his head into your neck, nipping it roughly. He pushed his cock into you before steadying his hands, one at your waist for support and the other squeezing a breast.
He set out a fast pace, which you expected. He only degraded you like this (or worse) when he needed to fuck you. You gripped onto his neck and let out staccotic moans to match his pace. You guys were being fucking loud. You could probably hear it in the house down, your loud long moans, his groans, curses screamed from you and curses aimed at you from him. And that's when you heard it, the car, then the jingle of some keys. Stans mom was home. Stan clapped his hand over your mouth and burried his head into your chest, his breath was hot and heavy againt your breasts. Occasionally he'd press a kiss into one of them.
"Stanley? Stanley?" You froze, Stan didn't. "Yeah, mom?" He yelled back, lifting his head up to do so. "I'm home! Gonna do the laundry!" She yelled, you could hear her toss her keys down. Stan slowed down, fucking slower, deeper, harder. "Okay! My girlfriends over!" He half yelled, half groaned back. She yelled back a slew of greetings but you didn't hear her; you couldn't over Stans breath. He kept his hand firmly over your mouth, the other hand stationing firmly on your clit. You could just about scream, but you didn't, not with Stans hand over your mouth. You were drooling all over his hand. He felt so good, maybe the best hes ever been.
He kept up a harsh and heavy rhythm, it was so fucking deep, and he felt so fucking big. He was twitching inside of you, you didn't care, you had plan b. You gripped his neck tighter, pulling him even more impossibly close. He grunted into your neck, breathing out; "When I cum, keep your fucking mouth shut". You wanted to bite him, fuck. He kept his hand clasped over your mouth, his other hand rubbing hard circles into your clit. He pushed deeper into you, his movements becoming more intense and erratic. "You're such a fucking slut, drooling everywhere while I have you pinned to the desk, my desk. With my mom fuckin' downstairs. Perverted little whore".
There was a knock at the door, but it was barely heard over the sound of skin slapping and you twos breathing. He fucked deeper into you, groaning louder, too loud. He was so close, and you were too, it was getting harder for him to stifle your moans. And thats when he pushed into for the last time that his mom walked in, mid cream-pie. You didn't know if you locked the door and she unlocked it or if you left unlocked to begin with. Either way, it didn't matter, she saw. "Stanley Marsh!" she scolded, his cum leaking out of you and onto the desk. "Are you not wearing a condom?! We talked about this young man, you can half sex under my roof as long as you use the condoms your father gave you!" she continued, slapping his head with a spare rag from the laundry. "Mommmm," he groaned, "it's fine she's on birth control and has plan-b". She looked at him with disapproval but quickly turned away, leaving the laundry on his bed. Before she exited the room she ended it with, "and nice to see you darling, stay for dinner!" directed at you.
Stan pulled out of you and wiped you up with a washcloth, helping you off the desk and handing your bottoms to you. "Now, go piss girl," he said, with a playful squeeze of your ass.
Oh my god, I'm so sorry ya'll 😭😭. I promise I'm working on some, unfortunately life happened and I just haven't been able to post. By mid-May I'll pump out like ten top teir fics I promise! For real this time, dear lord 😭😭. I'm so sorry ya'll!!
Hello! Sorry for completely dissapearing for like, a year? Thank everyone so much for all the love on the few fics I have posted! I really didn't expect to go anywhere because I only ever write for fun and I'm nowhere near a professional, so, thank you! Anyway, I'm here now and might start posting again soon! Send me requests! I'd love to write headcanons to ease back into things, so if anyone has any they want written send over an ask!
A little poll because I've been lacking ideas + have been busy with some personal stuff :)
Option one: Eric and you are at a party and you're flirting with practically everyone. All night he watches you and gets progressively angrier but he let's you have your fun, even playing into it at times. But when ya'll get home he teaches you a lesson..
Option two: First time with Kenny, real sweet and gentle.
Option three: You're at one of Kyles basketball games and it was such a close score, but last minute he passes the ball to a teammate and they miss. You two drive home in silence, his hand gripping your thigh a little too tight. You step through the front door and he instantly takes his anger out on you.
sorry i know you said you write for main4 +t/b but... (also im not sure if your taking reqs right now...)
tumblr is severely lacking in good gregory of yardale material!!!!!
okay...so... iwaswonderingifyoucouldwritesomethingaboutgregory... if not thats fine!!! anything works though; you are a smut blog, but ill take even the slightest thing...ok...
//or//...if you really dont want to write gregory may i req uncharacteristically mean dom stan (maybe he had a bad day or something) who still holds readers hand during cause he still is himself regardless...
okay thanks bye
---spirals
Stan Marsh - rough sex . AFABgn!reader . 1.1k words . MDNI
warnings: rough sex, mean stan, 'whore' and 'slut' used.
a/n: Hey I don't write for Gregory, I really don't know the character enough to write for him. I do understand the pain of an overlooked character having no content, maybe I'll watch the movie and try to cook something up for him... But in the meantime... I tried to make Stan as mean as I could, I hope this is sufficient lol.
He came home hours ago.
Not a word. Not a glance in your direction.
He tossed his keys on the table and immediately locked himself in the bedroom. You could hear the annoyed groans and the banging of the desk from the living room; presumably he had just lost another round of COD. The repetitive losses made his already lousy mood even worse.
You didn’t know what had irritated him, but you knew something was up.
So, naturally, you plucked one of his shirts from the laundry and grabbed some lacy panties, slipping them on with ease. He loved it when you wore his clothes, he loved it even more when you wore those sexy little panties that he could tear off with his teeth. You crept over to the bedroom and creaked open the door; just as he slammed the keyboard down. Perfect timing.
“Careful, or you might break it.” You say, strutting over and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You rested your chin on his head and peered at the ‘GAME OVER’ text illuminated on the monitor screen. He sighed and pushed away your hands, spinning his chair to face you, he knew what you were doing.
He rubbed his face and looked you over, taking in the plush of your thighs, barely concealed by his shirt, the way you had put on his absolute favourite pair of panties, the way your hair was swooped so cutely over your face. He leaned back in his chair, trying not to make his arousal too evident.
“What do you want?”
You took a step closer to him, coming to straddle his lap, hands wrapped around his neck, “C'mon babyyy.. You know what I want,” you pout, smirking as you feel the bulge in his pants grow. You purposely re-adjust yourself on his lap, grinding down on his erection.
“You’re acting like a whore…” He says, wrapping his hands around your waist and guiding your movements. He groans softly, pulling his head back a bit. He lifts his head back up, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “how do you always know what I need?”. You shrug, giggling softly. He tightens his grip on your waist and rolls his eyes. He was pissed. You knew you were in for a long night.
He roughly pushes you off his lap and stands up, whipping off his belt. You scramble to your knees and eagerly look up at him. “Get your fucking clothes off,” he says strictly, tugging off his own shirt. You start to strip, slowly and teasingly, just to piss him off more. You pulled off your shirt to reveal your plush tummy and silky soft chest, keeping complete eye contact the whole time. “You’re such a brat,” he grunts, palming himself through his jeans.
You brought your hands up to his zipper, letting his cock spring out. You bit your lip and took him in your hands, kissing the tip and bringing him in your mouth. You set out a nice and slow pace, just to get in the groove. “Fuck, go faster…” he says, gripping the back of your hair and forcing himself down your throat. You coughed and looked up at him innocently.
He looked down at you, not entertaining your 'innocent' act. “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you, you act like a brat and I’ll treat you accordingly.” Jackpot. Exactly what you wanted. You pop off him and smirk, pumping him slowly.
“You’re really going to make me do all the work? What a fucking whore.” Without warning he grasped your hair, tighter than before, and slammed your head onto him. You choked and sputtered, putting your hands on his thighs to brace yourself, but he wasn’t giving you any time to adjust. He brutally used your throat like a fleshlight, forcefully shoving your head up and down. You loved what you did to him, all his deep groans and uneven breathing was music to your ears.
He took you off of him and forced you to look at him, wiping the tears from your cheeks, a tender gesture but a rough execution. He pulled away and pushed you to the floor, “get on the bed for me,” he said, tugging his pants off. You got up and staggered to the bed, laying yourself down in an inviting fashion. He climbed on top of you and grabbed your hand; stroking his thumb over yours soothingly.
He lined up with your entrance, rudely slamming into you. He kept up a brutal pace; jutting into you almost painfully. The tip of his cock bruised your cervix with each cruel stroke. “Fuck. Such a good whore, slutting out this pussy all for me,” he growled out breathlessly. He slowed down just to slam into you even more roughly. He was a mean dom, but he was still your Stan, making sure to hold your hand the whole time. Making sure you felt loved even with him degrading you.
He took his free hand and started rubbing your clit in fast, strong, circles. He knew just how to touch you, always knew how to make you feel so good. You squeezed your eyes shut, too fucked out to keep them open, “S-stan! I-I’m so close-!” and with that he pulled out, giving your thighs a rough squeeze. You looked up at him, sniffing with a look of bewilderment on your face.
“Ass up.”
You pouted and looked up at him, still annoyed that he brought you so close to take it away. He sighed and grabbed your legs, flipping you over. “Making me do everything myself,” he groans, pumping his cock lightly before lining himself up again. He pushed in and set out at a much softer pace. He stroked the back of your hair, trailing his hands down to your waist, where he held you firmly and guided you onto him. He moved one hand back down to your clit, rubbing it softly.
And that was all it took.
You let out a pornographic moan and released all over his cock. His hands move to your ass, gripping it tight, he groans and gives it a harsh smack, “Such a little slut, didn’t even ask me permission”. You shove your face deep into a pillow, too fucked out to even form words. He thrusts into you a couple more times before pulling out and blasting thick milky ropes all over your back. He admires the view a minute then grabs his shirt and lazily wipes the cum from your back, collapsing on the bed next to you.
He looks at you, softly stroking your cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You let out a soft hum and cuddle up on his chest, “do you feel any better?”
“Yeah, lots. Thanks babe.” He says, pulling you closer to him.
cartman is our neighbor and he comes over for dinner and when he’s about to leave reader takes him to her room and fuck 😋
Your wish is my command! I only have 2 non-Eric prompts rn. If yall don't start showing out it's gonna be Cartman night lmao.. First the Kyle girlies lose the poll and now this? Where you at!? 👀
Cartman x F!Reader
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My parents were having our neighbor, Mr. Cartman over to dinner.
I was so into him, I couldn’t think straight.
I tuned out his conversation with my family and just did my best not to stare.
When it was all over and he was ready to leave, I ambushed him in the hallway while he was on his way back from the bathroom.
I had an excuse to get him to my bedroom ready, and I faithfully deployed it, “Can you come with me? I have a question about the fence but you won’t be able to see what I’m talking about unless you look out my bedroom window,”
He looked confused, “Uh, sure,”
I’m sure he wondered why some teenage girl had fence-related questions, but it was the only thing I could think of on such short notice.
Once he was staring out the window, I closed my bedroom door and strolled up to him.
Mr. Cartman blinked as he stared outside, “What the hell am I supposed to be looking at?”
“Me,” I said as I pulled off my blouse.
He turned back and stared as I shimmied out of my skirt, “Is this some kind of trap?”
I reached behind myself, unclasped my strapless bra, and let it fall to the floor, “Does it look like a trap?”
His eyebrow quirked up, “I’m a lot older than you, you know,”
“I know,” I said stepping out of my panties, “Does that mean you don’t want to?”
“I want to,” He cleared his throat, “How old are you?”
“Seventeen,” I said breathily.
“Good enough,” He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a kiss.
When he kissed me, I swear, I almost melted.
Once our kiss broke I hopped on the bed while he unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down to his thighs and I was awestruck. He was so thick I was worried about the pain.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it though because he climbed on top of me quickly.
He rubbed the tip along my slit and groaned, “You’re so fucking wet?”
I didn’t know how to answer so I kissed him again.
He pushed inside of me and I gasped like a fish out of water. He didn’t even ease it in, it hurt so much and then dissolved into something amazing once his hips started to shift into me.
He pinned one of my hands near my head as he really picked up the pace, going faster and faster. Harder and harder.
I tried to stifle my moans so my family would be none the wiser, but God, it was so hard.
His hand found my breast and he squeezed it and then brushed his thumb over my nipple. I couldn’t help but whimper, and it only encouraged him. He took my nipple between his fingers and pinched. When I continued to whimper, he tugged and I as mewled for him, I could feel him throb hard as fuck inside of me.
His hand dropped between us and his thumb brushed over my clit and I moaned as my legs twitched.
He smirked, “You’re sensitive,”
I didn’t have time to answer, he started to rub me in small circles and I was completely overwhelmed.
He pushed me right over the edge without a second thought.
My back arched sharply and I bit my lips to dull the noise of my loud, quivering moan. My body tensed up all over, all at once, and I dug my nails into the hand of his that was holding me down. The soft, delicate walls in the innermost part of me locked around him and grasped his cock like I might never have another orgasm again.
He groaned low over me, so deep that it was almost a growl. His hips jumped into me abruptly and I nearly jumped my own self from the pain. He pulsed violently and I could each one as he pumped me full f hot, wet spurts. He went on so long, that I was almost worried. There was so much, and I was completely unprotected.
Mr. Cartman leaned down and brushed his tongue against my earlobe, “You fuck good for someone so young,”
Just then, the doorknob rattled and shook. I heard a muffled voice. It was my dad.
readerfem and butters first time and I want it AWKWARD
I hope this suffices!! I couldn't think of anything more awkward than finishing quickly lol.
Butters x F!Reader
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I was nervous as hell. I invited Butters over because I knew my parents wouldn’t be home. He wasn’t exactly my boyfriend, but we were really close. High School could be hell, but he made it a lot more bearable. We’d already made out before and now I wanted to take it to the next level.
He sat awkwardly on my bed, fidgeting with his hands.
“So what do you think?” I asked.
“You– Want to–” He stammered, “With me?”
I nodded, “Yeah. If you want to… Obviously,”
He looked at me and his face got a little redder, “I want to,”
I couldn’t help but smile, “Okay. Good,”
I leaned over and kissed him. He kissed me back, putting his hands on my cheeks.
“Should we…” He pulled in a quick breath, “Undress now?”
I blinked, “Um. Yeah,”
We stood up together, and slowly started peeling off our clothes. I glanced him, but every time he saw me looking at him, he looked away. It was so cute I wanted to melt.
Once I was just in my bra and panties and him in his boxers, we climbed back into my bed.
We sat on our knees, facing each other as we each waited for the other to make the first move.
I got impatient. I kissed him again and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I felt a little better. I pulled him on top of me as I laid on my back and I could feel him pushing into my thigh.
Good. At least he was still interested. I was a little anxious that once we were undressed he’d lose his nerve.
“Are you ready?” I looked up at him shyly, “You feel ready,”
“I think so,” He sighed as he kissed my cheek.
I nodded.
I stared up at the ceiling as he pushed his boxes down. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was too scared to look.
He rubbed himself up and down my slit and my body shivered. Then… nothing.
I glanced at him, “Um... You okay?”
“Yeah– I– You’re so pretty,” He said sheepishly, “Are you sure you want me to be the one to...“
I couldn’t help but giggle, “I’m positive, Butters,”
I gasped as he pushed in immediately. He pushed right through my virginity and my body trembled again. He leaned back over me and looked down at me as his hips started shifting.
“You feel…” His breath hitched, “Really good,”
I smiled slightly back at him and didn’t know what to say, “Thanks. You do too,”
He did feel good. I tried to pay attention to how he felt, but I was so freaking nervous. I think he was too, because he pressed his eyes shut and his mouth was open a little.
I pulled him into a kiss and I could feel his tension ease a bit.
Suddenly his hips jerked and he moaned into my lips. I thought I felt one or two quick little pulses.
“Oh, shit!” He exclaimed pulling his hips back.
I blinked as I felt hot little jets splash onto my thigh.
“Sorry,” Butters sighed.
“It’s okay,” I smiled nervously, “We can try again,”
