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(Quick note: This is a mix of SFW and mild NSFW; the NSFW stuff has 3 asterisks in front of it in case you want to skip it. Also, I'm debating on redoing my Raab NSFW alphabet because my thoughts on him have changed a lot! May also do a different version of this where it focuses on how you and Raab specifically met.)

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she will be loved | CHAPTER : 1 | 18+

sam winchester x reader x castiel

fem!reader, she/her pronouns used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, angst

a series. set during the events of season 4, after dean is resurrected from hell. you’ve been hunting with the winchesters for a while, always closest to sam — though neither of you ever put a name to the special connection you shared. when dean died, everything changed. sam shut you out, burying his grief in reckless choices and strangers in his bed, leaving your bond fractured and unresolved.

now dean is back, thanks to the mysterious intervention of an angel named castiel — when you meet him for the first time, something stirs. suddenly, you’re caught between the man you’ve always wanted, and an angel who looks at you like you hung the stars.

( pouring my heart and soul into this series lol. hope you enjoy chapter 1!! much more to come after this. )

★☆✵☆★

the first time you met the winchesters, you thought they were assholes.

it was a small town in nebraska — the kind with one gas station, two dingy diners, and a stubborn sheriff who didn’t believe in anything you had to say. you’d been hunting something nasty for about three days — strange deaths, shadows slipping across walls, and reports of whispers in the cornfields at night.

you were tired. bloody. and worst of all, out of coffee.

then two guys barged into the abandoned barn you’d tracked the thing to.. great — one tall, with floppy brown hair, cute bangs and cautious eyes, the other sharp-smiled, cocky, and holding a shotgun like it was an extension of himself.

“whoa,” the taller one said, hands up like you were the dangerous one here. “you—uh—you wanna explain why you’re here?”

“why I’m here?” you shot back, already frustrated enough, yanking the blade from your belt and leveling it at the creature’s nest you’d been about to torch. “i’ve been tracking this son of a bitch for three days, that's why. why are you here?”

the shorter one — dean, you’d learn later — grinned and shrugged, “hey easyy there, sweetheart. didn’t know we were stepping on someone else’s toes.”

you rolled your eyes and went back to salting the ground. "well, now you know. door’s that way.”

they didn’t leave, of course. they helped. and when the hunt was over, when the thing was dead and the adrenaline had finally faded, the three of you sat outside the barn under a bruised-purple sky, panting, bleeding, yet still alive.

“not bad for someone running solo.” dean said.

then sam spoke, quieter but just as curious, “how'd you get into hunting? if.. it's okay to ask.”

you’d shrugged. “dunno'. been doing this my whole life. dad raised me on it. now he's gone but everything else stuck.”

dean exchanged a look with sam — had to be some secret brother telepathy or some shit, because they made an unspoken decision with just one look.

“you know, this job is easier with backup.”

soon, one hunt turned into two. two turned into a few weeks of crappy motel hopping, long drives in the impala, takeout dinners eaten on the hood of the car while REO speedwagon blasted from the staticky radio.

and somehow, without even meaning to, you became part of the team. part of the family.

with dean, it was so easy — sarcastic banter, shared eye-rolls when plans went sideways, his steady presence in the middle of chaos. he treated you like the little sister he never had.

but with sam…

man. it was something different.

maybe it was that certain look he'd flash you sometimes, like you were something rare and worth holding onto in a life where everything eventually slipped away. or it could have been the way he’d sit with you in a comfortable silence during stakeouts, quiet and somehow sweet, the two of you passing a thermos of lukewarm coffee back and forth while the rest of the world slept around you.

you were close in age, therefore close in spirit — both too young to feel so old, both weighed down by the same ghosts.

and maybe that was why, when his hand brushed yours one night — the two of you sat next to each other in an empty library, dusty books scattered on the table and dean's back facing you two — you didn’t pull away.

then your pinky linked with his.

neither of you said a word.

and neither of you ever talked about how that quiet closeness slowly started to mean something more.

but now those days are over.

the wretched barking sound of the hellhounds will never leave your head. it was scary. hearing them but not being able to actually see them.

dean's time was up.

you knew it, sam knew it.

and still, you all fought like hell.

the room was quiet except for the ragged tearing of flesh and dean's agonized scream. you turned just in time to see sam, throwing himself forward, screaming his brother's name as if sheer force of will could somehow stop the inevitable.

and then — nothing.

no movement.

no sound.

no dean.

just the empty shell of a man you'd been hunting beside for what felt like a lifetime.

sam dropped to his knees besides his brothers lifeless body, defeated. his hands shaking violently as he tried to gather dean into his arms.

"dean," he choked out, voice breaking, "c-come on, man. come on, just—just breathe, okay? please. breathe."

"sam..." you whispered, frozen in place. your own voice cracked.

dean just stared blankly at the ceiling. empty.

gone.

“dean! no, no, no—no!” sam’s voice was hoarse now, almost childlike in its desperation. “don’t do this. you promised. you promised me—”

you moved without thinking, your knees slamming into the hardwood beside him.

“sam,” you whispered, tears blurring your vision, your shaking hands finding his face, tilting it toward you. “sammy, c’mon, look at me. look at me.”

his eyes were wild, wet and red and terrified. “i can’t—he’s—he’s gone—” he could barely breathe.

your forehead pressed to his, trying your best to ground him in any way you could, even as your own world shattered. “i know. god, i know. but you’re not alone. i’m here. i’ve got you, okay? i’ve got you.”

and for a few precious seconds, sam let himself collapse, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as his sobs tore through the empty silence, shaking you both to your core.

—

dean had been gone for three weeks.

three weeks of sleepless nights, salt and holy water rituals, digging through lore and demon deals and summoning circles until your eyes burned and your body shook from exhaustion.

three weeks of helplessly watching sam spiral.

he stopped eating. stopped sleeping. the only thing keeping him somewhat upright was the obsessive drive to bring his brother back — the stacks of lore books, the constant questioning of demons, the endless chase for leads.

and every time you tried to talk to him — really talk — he just pushed you away.

“sam,” you said softly one night, setting a cup of coffee on the table beside the open book he hadn’t moved from in hours. “you need rest.”

his jaw tightened. “i don’t. need. rest.”

“sam—”

“don’t,” he snapped, eyes flashing. “don’t look at me like that, okay? like.. like you pity me.”

“it’s not pity,” you whispered. “i just… i’m worried about you.”

he laughed bitterly, “i don’t need your help,”

“i don’t need anyone.” he bit out, turning away.

“fine.” and with that, you left him alone for tonight. he just needed some space is all. he’d come back to his senses in the morning, but you wouldn’t forget those words.

—

it was another long night. another fucking dead end. another empty bottle of whiskey on the table. sam had never drank so much before this.

you’d gone to grab food for the both of you — greasy burgers and fries, “dean would approve.” you thought to yourself.

the food had already gone cold by the time you got back to the motel, to be frank you were nervous to go back into the room. sam was on edge. it’s been a few hours but you’d been rehearsing the words you were finally ready to say.

“sammy, i miss you. i don’t know how to do this without you. please, just talk to me. let me in. i love you.”

but when you opened the door to your shared room, the words quickly died in your throat.

sam was in bed with someone else.

that girl from the bar. that blonde. the one who’d been batting her lashes during questioning, sam shining stupid smiles back at her like this was just some casual night out instead of a desperate search for his brother. watching them look at eachother that night, you had a bad feeling from the start.

she was tangled in the sheets, murmuring something soft against his neck. your stomach turned.

and sam — your sam, sweaty and disheveled hair— didn’t even look surprised when he saw you.

the takeout bag hit the dirty carpet of the room with a dull thud.

“wow,” you breathed, your voice shaking but still sharp. “really, sam? this is how you cope?”

the girl blinked, confused, but you didn’t even bother looking at her.

sam swung his legs out of the bed, running a hand down his face. “it’s… not what it looks like.”

“no?” you laughed, bitter and broken. “because it looks like you’re screwing the first fucking thing that smiled at you. right after we spent weeks killing ourselves to bring your brother back.”

“uhm, hey excuse me, thing?” the blonde spoke up, offended.

“shut up!” you and sam shouted in unison.

his expression hardened, turning back to you. “you think i’m just—what? having fun? forgetting? this—this means nothing to me.”

“is that supposed to make me feel better?” you demanded, tears beginning to blur your vision. “we have been through everything together, sam. and you throw it all away—god, you couldn’t even look at me before you—”

“we are not together,” he snapped. his voice was sharp, angry, but his eyes… his eyes were glassy. hurt. “we were never together. you know that.”

the words hit harder than any bullet you ever shot.

you swallowed hard, blinking back the tears burning your cheeks. you’re not crying. not in front of him, definitely not in front of this blonde chick. “right. no, yeah. i guess i was just being stupid, then.”

you quickly grabbed your bag — always half-packed because life on the road demanded it — and slung it over your shoulder.

“wait—”

“no,” you cut him off, “you don’t need my help, remember? you said it yourself. i’m done. figure this shit out yourself, sam.”

you didn’t dare look back as you walked out the door, even though every step away from him felt like you were ripping your own heart out of your chest.

after the door slammed, sam sat on the edge of the bed in silence. the girl mumbled something, gathering her clothes and slipping out quietly, but he didn’t hear her. he didn’t care.

all he could hear was the echo of your voice — shaking, broken — and the sound of the door clicking shut.

and for the first time since dean died, sam winchester realized what true loneliness felt like.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #jared padalecki x reader #jared padalecki #castiel x reader #castiel #misha collins #misha collins x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural x reader

somethin’ stupid

sam winchester x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing

sam is unfathomably jealous of his older brother

( hi im back! this is my first supernatural fic!! it’s short but pls enjoy! lemme know how i did :D )

★☆✵☆★

baby purred to a stop in front of another old diner, its neon sign gently buzzing ‘open 24 hours’ against the early morning haze.

sam climbed out the backseat, he let out a low groan, finally stretching his stiff muscles. he glanced across the roof of the car just in time to catch her—hair mussed from the long drive, a tired smile tugging at her lips as she slid out the passenger seat. what a sight to behold.

he swore his pulse kicked up every single time he looked at her.

dean slings his jacket over his shoulder, already striding toward the door like he owned the place. and of course, she followed along with an easy laugh at something stupid he said, like she always did.

fuck, that laugh.

that bright sound, that unguarded laugh that she always seemed to give dean so easily.

sam’s chest tightened, that familiar knot of jealousy just winding a little bit tighter. he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and followed behind them.

the diner smelled like coffee and bacon grease. it’s the kind of place they’ve been in about a hundred times before, but with her sliding into the booth across from him? god it made all the difference.

dean slides in right next to her.

his jaw clenched. sam wishes she would’ve sat next to him instead. he grabbed a menu he didn’t need just to give his hands something to do.

“you’re awfully quiet.” she said, glancing at him over the top of her own menu.

sam’s ears went hot. “oh, uh— just thinking about our next case..”

dean snorted, “translation: sammy’s already written an entire thesis in his head.”

that earned another laugh from her. sam rolls his eyes.

dean didn’t even try. he just… existed, and she lit up around him anyway.

it isn’t fair.

sam wanted to earn that laugh. be the reason for that laugh. at least make her smile at him like that.

the waitress came and went with their order, plates covering the table. sam stared at his, he didn’t even remember ordering. he was far too occupied thinking about her and dean.

sam poured her coffee before she could even reach for the pot, sliding the mug across to her.

she gave him a soft smile. “thanks, sam.”

he nodded, playing it cool, but his cheeks burned all the same.

dean was halfway through a story complete with over exaggerated hand gestures about some bar fight in tulsa or whatever, sam didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t care.

he wasn’t listening, he was watching her.

dean joked once again and she nearly spit out her coffee. sam forced a smile. he stabbed at his eggs, pretending it was dean, watching the yolk pop and leak, filling his whole plate with yellow. the knot of jealousy twisted again, and this time it ached.

he didn’t really know if she felt anything for dean. he didn’t know if she saw him as anything more than another hunter or any old friend.

unfortunately sam’s heart was too deep—because everytime she flashed a smile, everytime her hand brushed his arm or her gaze lingered a second too long…

man, was he a goner.

afraid of saying something stupid, he instead sits silent. his small attempts at getting closer to her continuously going unnoticed.

with their stomachs finally full, they got back into the impala an hour later. dean drove, she called shotgun, sam sulked in the backseat once again.

her laughter filled the car as she sang along with dean to whatever classic rock jam he had turned on.

sam leaned his head against the cool glass of the window. even if her laughter wasn’t his, at least he got to hear it.

for now… that was enough.

#i’m back #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #jared padalecki x reader #jensen ackles x reader

bianca131207

Jerma and Ster as Matt stone and Trey Parker

please please post the part three to wouldn’t it be nice it’s one of my all time fav fics

i keep going into my drafts and seeing pt. 3 sitting there waiting to be finished. I PROMISE IT WILL BE DONE, I JUST HAVE NO IDEA WHEN.

i should have a matt fic coming out first, though.

also ty for loving it so much!! :))

#im sorry #i have so many drafts #trey parker x reader #matt stone x reader #trey parker #matt stone

cinquieme

REMER X READER

(Smutty One Shot)

A/N: Hello to my literal five readers of my ongoing plotted fic “Double Vision”, read it here or promptly pass away. Anyway here’s a slutty, smutty, plotless one shot to tide you over from the slow burn. Bizous! Enjoy.

You bet your ass I wrote this shirt into it, bye.

——————

You still weren’t positive how you ended up here— the low scent of cannabis passing through the house, a quiet haze of smoke permeating most of your vision, one too many bodies accidentally mingling with yours. It wasn’t your ideal Saturday night but you were here for a good time, not a long time, you decided.

You spotted him quickly, the friend of a friend of a friend.

He eyed you quickly, passing farther to the left through the crowd, failing to maintain the eye contact for more than a second. You ignored a distant sting of rejection somewhere within you and eyes moved back down to your feet.

Just only until you noticed feet stopping there, black vans, up.. light wash jeans? up… the tackiest two toned striped top… and. Ah!

The absolute most obnoxious halo of reddish-brown curls shooting from his head.

“Having’ a good time?” His hand, outstretched, delicate but- boyish, a motley selection of rings circling the digits there. You took it, tentatively, immediately attracted to him. Warmth stung the inside of your cheeks, synapses in your brain telling you to play it as naturally as possible.

“I am. Need more drink.”

You mostly mouthed this, music more of an inconvenience than a pleasure at this point.

You looked back up to him, grinning now, flashing the signature gap. He just mouthed now, not bothering to shout: Stay here..

You nodded, watching him shift and pass back through the crowd, returning in minutes, producing a clear plastic cup, one already in his hand and meeting his lips.

You took it with a smile, ready to feel that familiar dizzy buzz.

Strong, bitter! You squeezed your eyes, as if that would compensate for the burning of .. tequila? down your throat.

You looked back up to him at this, finding a pleased Doug Remer, eyebrows raising as he swallowed his own.

His hand out again, this time gesturing for yours, and you took it as he stood you up. At this point in the night, you were fast approaching a 7/10 on the Richter Scale of fucked up and the feel of his fingers interlocking into yours was just a little too attractive. What happened next sealed your evening’s fate-

Body pressing against yours, lighting a trail of sparks between your torsos, he bent down to your ear, the realization of your height difference igniting a needy flame in your chest and at the apex of your thighs. You felt the warm breath on your ear, his full, tousled curls tickling the side of your neck, making the hairs flare there…

A whisper..

“How can I get you alone?”

You swallowed thickly- cool, you thought, raising an eyebrow at him.

Wrapping an arm around his neck to lean up up.. up- into his ear this time (at this touch, he had already laced his free hand around your waist, snaking it so he could yank your body closer- flush now.. GOD..)

“Upstairs?”

He raised his eyebrow once, clicking his tongue and taking your hand, discarding his cup god knows where.. and thus.. you were walking now.

When you arrived in the bedroom it was very dimly lit- the soft glow of a tiny orange lamp in the corner of the large room, and a very, very, ready Remer in the center, shirt already discarded and black vans nowhere to be found. You stood, expectedly… shy, unsure of what he wanted of you now.

He approached you, fingers tracing the hem of your dress peeling it up as you softly laughed, holding your arms up for easier discard. When you were solely in underwear, the energy just … deeply deeply shifted.

“Oh, fuck..”

He traced over the front of your body, eyes painted on it, swallowing as he observed you. He moved to palm your covered breasts softly, taking your hand and placing it flat against his pelvis. Your stomach tensed at the feel of his quickly hardening cock.

It grew against your palm as he heaved, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake, tracing over your hips down the center of your thighs and over-

“You’re so fucking..”

You moved your hand against the hard imprint in his pants, as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your neck, trailing up the side, up to your chin, and finally your lips met, tentatively… then hard, furiously as his hands moved up to cup your face. Your tongues quickly passed over each other.. teeth clacking with the fervent movements.

He walked you back… back… until the backs of your thighs hit the bed, moving with you, easing you down. He planted you there, palms on either side of your chest, body hovering above yours… You took this opportunity to slide your palm down his lean body, catching at the button of his pants. You looked up at him with pleading eyes and he relented- helping you slide them down and off of him. When you looked and caught sight of-

Jesus FUCK he’s well endowed, a flushed, tumescent member softly bouncing in anticipation, sticky precum smacking against his lean stomach.. You gaped at it, flushing in the dim light against his skin. At this he let out a soft huff, amused. “I’ll be slow, don’t worry..”

“Yeah?” You whispered back, eyes stuck on his hand, outlining your sex, fingers dipping into the sweet.. slick wetness there, moaning his assent at what he felt coating his index and middle finger as you gasped at the sensation.

“Uh-huh..” he barely made out.

You watched as he collected your wetness bringing it to the tip of his cock, wetting it with your slick, softly thrusting into his open hand.

You both stared in awe at this, the tip glistening with your arousal and you both sighed, sensually and drawn. Still stroking, he looked over your face, considering something. You cocked your head.

“Can I eat you out?”

He started..

Anxious energy coming in a wave, you swallowed, looking between your bodies.

“I. I’m good at it. I promise.” He raised eyes to you, almost a plead in them.

Thus. you nodded, taking one side of your panties while he took the other, sliding them down your thighs and off of your ankles. He (still slowly stroking himself) sighed at the view, but before settling there, he moved up, towards the spot between your breasts, dragging his tongue down to your navel, stopping there to kiss for a moment, and further, stopping right at your pubic bone. When he planted a single kiss to your outer labia you jerked, hips coming up to meet his chin. He chuckled, kissing both thighs in apology.

When he started, it was painfully slow, every draw of his tongue along your aching clit sent straight from. well.. heaven and hell. He settled his tongue at your entrance, circling slowly there. He planted a kiss at the bottom and looked up at you, crimson painting the tops of his cheeks, “So wet..”

At this you blushed, warmth wiggling through your belly and straight to your clit. When he went back to kissing the lips, they made terribly loud lewd wet noises and you palmed your face, unbelieving of what your body was feeling. He had paused stroking himself, trying to withhold himself for later, instead focusing on massaging the outside of your hips while he slowly made out with your cunt.

While you felt your orgasm quickly approach, you panted, knees locking tighter than you had intended. He hummed a soft Mm-mm into your sex, shaking his head and and departing his soft lips from your clit. “Not yet..”

At this you cried out, legs trembling in his wake.

He stood, apologetically stroking the outside of your hip with his palm, the other returning to his member, stroking it again, you watched it bounce and throb in desperation.

You whimpered again at the sight of it.

He cooed, “I know I’m sorry, you’re so ready for me.”

You reached out for his arms, and they found your forearms, holding his body closer to you and settling atop you again. You felt his cock moving between both of your abdomens, ready and desperate. Kissing again now, moaning into each other’s mouths; long.. drawn out sighs of need, basking in the anticipation before he drug his cock along the soaking wet slit, prodding at your clit with the soft tip, making you jerk and whimper each time, electricity flitting up your spine. His mouth at your ear again- “I wanna feel you-“

You nodded, invited him inside you, and at this, he slowly entered you, eyes trained on yours the entire time, brows furrowing and mouth opening as he introduced every last inch to your tight heat. When he was fully seated inside of you, you both gasped softly, looking down at the marvelous sight, neither one of you willing to move to spoil the beauty of it. He hung his head to look, chin touching his chest, his curls tickling your forehead, As he drew himself out, and slowly pumped back in he made a sound that was in between a groan and a sob- coming from somewhere deep in his throat- whatever it was, it caused you to clench around him thoroughly and he looked up again- studying your face. “So- fuckin’”

You gasped as he pulled back out again, this time pushing aggressively back into your sex. “-Tight”

You moaned at this, pleased that he was enjoying it, and all the while nearly dissolving from satisfaction as you felt him split you open again and again. He shuddered as he pulled out this time, escaping your heat nearly a painful loss, and wrapped his hand around your ankle, bring it up and around his back, changing the angle and depth of your entrance so differently.

Knowing this, you braced for the delicious intrusion- and but of course, on the first stroke, he let his head fall back in disbelief, wracking another (sob?) at the impossible tightness. You felt the soft curve of his cock softly urge at the raised ridge on the front of your wall, and you panted, grasping desperately at him now, urging him about your approaching orgasm.

At this, he cooed and planted his face in the crook of your neck to better rest his head- and to whisper-

“Hold it - ah- just a minute”

You cried out softly in frustration, tugging on a loose strand straying from his unruly garden of tight curls…

He pulled out of you, sagging with his posture, body disappointed at the removal, as was yours, body clenching around nothing now, ankles trembling and stomach tightening…

Looking down and seeing his cock, furiously twitching with a need for release, and a bead of sweat making its way from his chest to the gentle slope of hair trailing from his belly button to his- oh! He was stroking himself now, other hand reaching for your labia, moving his fingers along the wetness there…

And then taking two fingers, middle and ring, pushing them inside of you, and pumping in time with his own strokes- as you panted, heaving with the sensation of his lengthy fingers brushing over the sensitive spot on the inside of your walls, you put it together that he didn’t want to cum inside of you- ah. I see-

“Is it okay?” He nodded, gesturing to your torso.

He urged it out, neither of you had any more than a minute left..

You nodded furiously, chest tightening with the inevitable…

He came first, a beautiful sound it was, a marvelously long, drawn out groan, as hot cum painted over your navel and up to the space between your breasts, Ah!

As he finished, coming down from his own, you were nearly there, just needed a single second longer.. “Go ahead baby..”

Aaand but of course,as if on command, there it was, his fingers sweeping the raised flesh within you as you came, a warm pass of fluid threatening to leak onto the bed and onto his abdomen- and so it did, as your hips canted with your release, a massive string of praises and noises of approval and yesthereitisawwwwyessgoodgirlthatsperfectoh fucksuchagoodgirl

In what seemed like ages but was really a few seconds, it was over, and he was sliding quietly next to you, sweat beading on his hardline, a halo below a slightly -more damp mop of hair.

“Shit.” You barely made out.

“Mm.”

“Thas’ so good.”

“Mm.”

—-

A/N: If you caught the BASEketball reference, I hope you laughed. This is an old one shot, the first Remer fic I ever wrote so believe me when I say my face was on fire reading this back. And sorry for “hot cum” I was too entrenched to think of an alternative. Bye!!!

#i died reading this #ITS SO GOOD #I CANT #doug remer #doug remer smut #matt stone x reader

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strike three (you’re out!)

matt stone / fem!assistant!reader

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni. unprotected office sex. breeding kink if u squint hard enough. this is so short that it’s borderline unfinished, i was so deep in a pinterest hole for matt stone that i blacked out and wrote this. apologies

#OH MY GODD???#SOO GOOD IM SCREAMING #matt stone x reader #matt stone #smut

peaches n’ cream | 18+

doug remer x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smut, cursing

notes: just something short AGAINN

y/n licks whipped cream off remer’s dick

★☆✵☆★

remer liked experimenting, y/n knew that. she just never would’ve imagined this specific scenario.

“you’re so weird, babe.” she shook the can as the label recommended, her other hand working on him through his boxers.

"and? you agreed to it. you’re currently doing it. therefore, you’re just as weird as me.” remer smiled, tilting his head at her.

he was comfortable, settled into the bed with his arms resting behind his head, an extremely prominent hard-on bulging through his boxer briefs.

“you’re already pitching a tent, how long have you been wanting to do this?” she shook her head in amusement, pulling down his underwear, exposing him to the air of the room.

his ‘manhood’ sprang out, living up to its name as it rested against his tummy, throbbing and a noticeable bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

“i can see you’re ready.” she stroked him gently a few times.

“yep.” remer eagerly nodded.

she paused briefly and removed her hand before cautiously squirting a bit on the tip of his cock, his hips slightly jerking at the new feeling.

“soo.. how’s it feel?” y/n questioned him.

“it’s cold, kinda tickles.. can you do more?”

she giggled, but obliged. shaking the can once more, she pressed down on the nose of the bottle, almost covering his entire shaft in the cold, light cream.

“shit, okay, very cold—”

“yeah, duh, it’s been in the fridge.” her hands roamed his thighs, she watched the soft, white cream slide down his dick, threatening to ruin the sheets of their bed.

“warm me up then?”

“of course.” she smiled and leaned forward, immediately licking away the creamy coating, teasing him with each lap of her tongue around his cock.

he gasped and shut his eyes, the back of his head sinking father into the pillow behind him.

“fuckk. that feels good.”

he felt her tongue slip over each ridge and crevice, the whipped cream only increasing the pleasure, serving as a surprisingly good substitute for lube.

she took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

“jus’ like that..” his words were slurred, drunk off euphoria. it was a strange sight to behold, honestly. his girlfriend sucking his dick while spit and whipped cream flowed from the sides of her mouth and down to his balls.

he fucking loved it.

“m’ gonna cum, k-keep going.” he stuttered and so did his hips. his breath was now ragged and uneven, his body writhing as y/n quickened her pace.

with curses falling from his lips, he whined loudly, gripping tightly on to her hair and finally spilling in her mouth.

she drew back, a string of saliva still connected him to her lips.

she smiled up at him, licking it away.

“taste good?” remer asked, his grip on her hair softening as he began to run his fingers through the strands.

“mhm.” she mumbled, mouth full.

“you missed some.” remer’s thumb wiped away any remaining residue. he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean.

he knew what he was doing when he pulled that stunt.

she felt a tightness in the pit of her stomach, squeezing her thighs together, she was desperate for something to be between them.

she needed more, and she knew remer could give it to her.

of course, remer noticed the warm flush on her cheeks. he laughed in an annoying tone, “i see you squirming around, let me return the favor.”

she rose from her knees and laid down next to him, her legs a little sore from the tiring position.

“okay,” she accepted his offer, “no more whip cream though.”

he picked up the can anyway, completely disregarding her words.

“i mean it!” y/n sternly repeated.

“fine! whatever you say.” he sprayed the rest of the contents into his mouth before diving between her thighs.

“remer!”

“alright, sorry!”

#i can’t believe i used the word manhood #doug lowkey kinky!!#doug remer x reader #doug remer #matt stone x reader #matt stone #baseketball x reader #baseketball #doug remer smut

GHGHOD DAMN DUDE RHE ENDING FOR PART TWO OF THE COOP FIC!!??! Cannot wait to see what comes next

LMAOO TY!! glad u like it! part 3 probably coming out soon, also will be the last part to the short series :))

#i originally was not gonna make a pt. 2 #GLAD I DID THO #trey parker x reader #joe cooper x reader #asks

wouldn’t it be nice (pt. 2) | 18+

joe cooper x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, smut

coop ruins everything

★☆✵☆★

weirdly enough, the blonde had been keeping calendar.

exactly 4 months and 8 days.

that’s how long cooper had been battling the urge to confess his feelings to remer’s girlfriend.

to be even more precise, he’s been wanting to for as long as the lovely couple had been together.

sometimes he’d practice his confession in the shower. while lazily shampooing his hair, he’d talk to the tiled wall, and somehow still manage to become embarrassed. he’d muster up a few broken phrases before falling silent.

“what a fucking wimp.” he told himself. he couldn’t even tell her in an imaginary scenario, how could he grow the balls to tell it to her face?

he’d shake his head, disappointed in himself.

then the soapy suds from his hair would fall and slide into his eye, he’d scream and almost slip on the slick bathtub floor.

not only did he lack the courage, but she’s dating sir fucking swish. doug remer, joe coopers best friend since they were little kids. they did everything together. used to read comic books together, ride bikes together… now, they drink together. a lot.

coop and remer found themselves seated at what could only be described as a seedy bar, like so many other nights they had spent together. and just like every other night, remer felt compelled to talk about y/n.

“hey man, we should get out of here soon. y'know, since y/n's coming over tonight." he opened his wallet to reveal a condom.

cooper let out an internal groan, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed at the same time.

"yeah, yeah i’ll follow you," he sighed exasperatedly as remer pushed off the stool and slowly made his way towards the door of the bar.

as cooper stood there, watching remer walk away, a flash of light on the dirty bar floor caught his eye.

it appeared to be a small, square-shaped, laminated paper laying next to his feet.

figuring it slipped from remer’s wallet when he opened it, he Immediately stooped down and swept it up, ready to call out for his friend, but before he could even get one word out, cooper turned the piece of paper around with curiosity.

his heart beat quickened and his cock twitched at the image.

a hazy, half-assed taken polaroid photo of y/n, stripped bare and invitingly curled up on remers bed.

though it was a little blurry, he could still admire all the details. her fists gripping onto remer’s baby blue sheets that he always refused to change, her eyes gently shut, her mouth hanging slightly open, and worst of all, remers hand placed on her thigh, his hips snapping into hers.

the picture was obviously taken mid-fuck.

cooper face flushed hot. it was like an instant dream come true; he had admired her from afar for so long yet never had the courage to act upon it. now here she was, willingly on display right before his eyes.

instead of doing the right thing, and being a respectable human being; he stuffed the photo in his back pocket, following remer to the old car.

coop’s dick strained against his jeans the entire car ride.

back at the house, y/n cursed at her curly haired boyfriend for losing such a thing.

“jesus fucking christ, doug! one thing i ask you to do, one thing!” she smacked him on the arm, furious with his careless actions.

“i told you not to put it in a place that you’d forget about!” her arms were crossed as she angrily paced around his unkempt room.

“hey, okay, first of all, i didn’t forget where i put it, it must’ve slipped out is all!” he threw his hands up in defense as if being accused of a crime.

“holy shit.” her breath was no longer steady, in fact, it sounded like she was on the brink of tears.

any girl would be if they had just learned their boyfriend lost a naked picture of them, most likely in a public space.

“y/n, baby, relax! it’s somewhere, okay? i’ll find it.” he held his pinkie up, awaiting y/n to hook hers with his, “just trust me?”

a promise, again. exactly like how he promised her he wouldn’t lose the photo in the first place.

“..okay.” y/n gave in, lifting her hand towards his and pinkie swearing to another false vow.

remer smiled at her with a toothy grin.

“see? that’s more like it.” he stood up from the bed and patted her on the back, “i’ll find it. swear.”

in the room next to theirs, coop was slumped, perched on his bed with his head in his hands. he was staring down at the tattered polaroid grasped tightly in his palms, considering what he should do with it. he could chuck it away, but what would be the point of disposing a perfectly good photo? a sexy one of his crush at that?

he quickly placed it on the side table next to him. avoiding its gaze, he shook his head, disgusted with his own actions.

without a doubt it was wrong. so fucking wrong.

he knew it, too.

despite his unease at the moment, that did not stop his hand from reaching for the lewd polaroid and feverishly pulling down his pants.

he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt as he considered how wrong it seemed for him to give in to such temptation, but yet here he was, desperately trying to satisfy his untameable urges.

he collapsed back onto his bed, the springs inside the mattress making an irritating squeak as he threw his boxers off, kicking them to the side.

he was already pretty hard, the view of polaroid only causing his cock to throb even more.

he laid his head against a pillow and began to work on himself, nothing but y/n on his mind.

he pictured her on his bed, her legs spread for him, her body inviting him to join her.

the movement of his hand sped up.

he’d make her feel so, so good. god, if he only had the chance, he’d spend hours between her legs. till her eyes rolled back. till she forgot remer’s name. eat her out like she was his last meal and he was a terribly starved inmate on death row.

he thought about what she might say,

“fuck me, coop. need you so bad. need your cock inside me.”

“you’re tongue feels fucking great right there, keep going.”

“sh-shit coop—“

he pictured her stuttering through her moans, unable to contain the pleasure he would give her.

his finger glided over his tip, playing with the pre-cum forming at his slit.

he looked at the picture once more, hand shaking and unable to keep steady as the other one stroked himself.

his hips bucked into his fist, pulling a noisy whine from his throat.

he was practically mesmerized by the image.

he really couldn’t help it. her name just rolled off his lips so easily,

“shit, y/n.” he groaned.

loudly.

it really wasn’t his fault. he had no idea that remer and y/n were still in the house at the time. in his mind, he thought they went out. he was far too busy imagining hot, wild sex with her to hear them arguing next door.

he moaned her name over and over again.

that’s when y/n opened his door.

of course, coop had forgotten to lock it.

why wouldn’t he?

#joe u silly goose!!#wishing doug had a pic of me in his wallet :(#joe cooper x reader #joe cooper #baseketball #baseketball x reader #trey parker x reader #trey parker #matt stone x reader #matt stone #doug remer x reader #doug remer

do you write for poly!matt & trey with reader? what about some smoke sesh hc’s?

YES?? OMG TY FOR REQUESTING THIS

smoking w/ matt and trey hc’s

matt stone x reader x trey parker

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smoking, cursing, suggestive themes

dating matt and trey and smoking with them <3

★☆✵☆★

an activity that you 3 frequently participate in

did it a lot together, before and after dating

sometimes you use a pipe, being that it’s yours, you light up and get first hit

when it does come to rolling, you tend to let matt or trey do it for the sole purpose of watching their fingers at work

watching the smoke leave their lips might be one of the hottest things ever

now when it comes to the entertainment,

you literally have to put up a fight to pick the movie

you’ll always end up choosing anyway,

and it’s always something stupid

think of an annoying, slapstick 90’s comedy, like the cable guy or billy madison

(not saying these r bad bc i lowkey adore them)

“oh my god.” trey gasps loudly

“what??” you reply, worry in your voice,

“this movie fucking sucks.”

earns him a good smack on the arm

“you fucking scared me!!”

i can imagine that trey is a little more energetic and talkative while matt lays back, a bit more tired and relaxed

doesn’t mean that matt isn’t talking though

in fact, they CANNOT shut up

actually impossible to have a few minutes of silence

it’s honestly cute watching them interact in such a state

giggling to each other and pointing at the tv screen and their surroundings like children

they piss themselves laughing with their dumb little inside jokes

you just sit there and observe with a smile on your face, joint in hand

“y/nnnn,” matt whines, sinking into the couch

“pass it over already, fuckin’ fiend over here..”

“shhh, shutup, c’mere—” you’d gesture him to come closer

yes, you shotgun the smoke into his mouth

and yes, trey gets super jealous and demands you do it with him too

matt leans into you and let’s you play with his hair, his hands,,

trey would rather have your hands under his shirt, gently raking your nails across his back— he likes the sensation

matt babbles on and on about random shit. he can barely get through one sentence without starting another story halfway.

trey gets cuddly, suddenly he’s never felt the touch of a human being before and needs to be all over you and matt

he definitely ends up sprawled out on top of you guys

his head in your lap, legs on top of matt’s, probably has his foot in his face

“ew! gross, dude.”

cue giddy chuckles from you and trey

“pssstt… y/n..” he whispered, looking up at you

you look down to see his blue, glossy, low-lidded eyes..

oh my god

trey notices the way you stare at him

“hi.” he says with a stupid smile on his face

“hey, baby.” you giggle

from behind you, matt’s hands find their way to your waist,

or were they there before?

smoke sesh quickly turns to a make out sesh

#matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #doug remer x reader #joe cooper x reader #baseketball #baseketball x reader #doug remer #joe cooper #matt stone #trey parker

Could u do head cannons of reader patching up matt? Like maybe he’s playing guitar for her and the string breaks and cuts his hand

YESSS OFCCC i love this

patching up matt hc’s

matt stone x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, injury

imagine matt being ur bf and playing for u omggg

★☆✵☆★

he LOVES playing for u

whether it be drums, bass, guitar..

he loves showing off and playing songs he knows you like

especially on his acoustic guitar

the perks of playing a lot of instruments

what a talented mann <3

very rarely does a string break on him. especially when you’re watching

but when it does, u always come to his rescue

“fuck!” he’d hiss, the string snapping off the neck and slashing his finger

“aw, baby.”

you immediately go and grab the first aid kit

first, you start w a disinfectant

you rip open one of those little alcohol wipes in the square packaging and wipe away the blood

he’s overreacts all of the time

“OUCH!”

“i didn’t even touch you yet.”

he’s super appreciative tho,

very glad that he has a girlfriend who would do this for him

like he’d just stare at you as you tend to his cut

“what?”

“nothing. you’re just super pretty.”

you don’t mind when he gets injured like this

it’s basically an excuse to play with his hands

he does not get the hype

“remind me again why my hands are such a turn on for you?”

“just look at em!!”

now it’s time to actually apply the band-aid

you and him def bought those silly little kid band-aids with cartoon characters on them

“okay, which one do you want?”

“uhhmmm, spongebob.”

finally, you finish, wrapping the fresh band-aid around his cut

“all done.” you smile at him

“thank youuuu” he’d plant a fat kiss on ur cheek with the whole ‘mwah’ sound

next thing you know, he grabs the guitar again and strums away

“seriously? you just got hurt.”

he literally does not care

“so?? ok, here’s wonderwall—”

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #doug remer #doug remer x reader #trey parker #trey parker x reader #joe cooper #joe cooper x reader #baseketball #baseketball x reader

wouldn’t it be nice

joe cooper x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, violence, suggestive themes

notes: just something short bc i LOVE coop

the one where cooper wants remer’s girlfriend.

★☆✵☆★

cooper wasn’t the jealous type.

he never really considered himself to be one anyway.

in fact, throughout his life, he had prided himself on being the supportive friend, celebrating the successes and happiness of his team and friends, no matter what.

today, cooper stood alone, his gaze fixed upon the boy he grew up with, watching his fingers intertwined with his girlfriends.

he felt different when it came them, and he knew exactly why.

he envied him.

you’d figure it’s because he’s just lonely. because he and jenna didn’t work out, and the fact that he hasn’t gotten laid in months.

if you did, you’d be wrong.

the real reason behind the gnawing ache of jealousy that twisted his insides was caused by the girl currently wrapped in remer’s arms.

he wanted her more than anything.

it was hard for cooper to admit that to himself, even within the private corners of his own mind.

however, there was no denying the truth.

with each passing day, cooper made a conscious effort to suppress the green-eyed monster that threatened to poison their friendship.

that didn’t stop the thoughts of her that constantly ran through his head.

he’d imagine what’d it be like to be in remer’s position. to hold her hand, feel the tender brush of y/n’s lips against his own, the warmth of her embrace.

usually, during a game, as they watched a fellow beers teammate play from the dugout, remer would talk about y/n.

cooper didn’t want to know, yet he’d force the sentence out anyway,

“so, how are things with you and y/n?”

it’s almost like he wanted to outdo him.

remer would make subtle points about how perfect things were between him and y/n while all cooper could do was stare dejectedly, numbly nodding his head and acting like he gave a shit.

he gleefully shared with cooper all the details of her accomplishments, both big and small. he recounted stories of her selflessness and kindness that would bring a proud smile to his face.

but then he’d talk about her in bed.

what pissed coop off was the way remer would talk about it.

he paused, drawing in a deep breath before continuing on to describe some of the more intimate moments from y/n’s life that she most likely may have wanted him to keep to himself. remer seemed determined to tell it all in vivid detail.

“god, coop. she’s unbelievable, really.” he shook his head, “she purrs like a kitten.”

sometimes, this pissed him off so much, he felt like cracking his fist into the brunettes nose, hopefully breaking it and giving his uniform a dark red stain.

yet, he couldn’t help but a feel a little bit grateful for the information about y/n.

then he felt dirty.

he cringes when he remembers the time he heard them through the thin walls of their house and shamefully pleasured himself to their sounds.

cooper can recall countless nights like that. nights he spent tossing and turning, his mind plagued by fantasies he dared not indulge.

so he’d end up taking those feelings to him and remer’s shared bathroom.

it was a ritual at this point.

he’d stumble to the bathroom and hastily lock the door, fiddling with the zipper of his jeans.

one of his porno mag’s lied on the cold, bathroom tile, a well endowed model posing on the front cover.

he’d sigh and pick it up, quickly flipping through before stopping randomly.

he’d stop at some chick staring seductively back at him through the flimsy page.

“okay.. that’s kind of hot.” he thought, palming himself through the rough denim of his jeans.

he’d get off to the magazine but only while thinking of her.

his heart still ached.

walking out of the bathroom, he dragged his feet to his room.

remer is his friend. his best friend since childhood. y/n is his girlfriend. he just had to learn to respect that.

after all, cooper wasn’t the jealous type.

#baseketball #baseketball x reader #trey parker x reader #matt stone x reader #joe cooper x reader #joe cooper #doug remer x reader #doug remer #matt stone #trey parker

some nights | 18+

doug remer x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smut, cursing

at the end of the day, it was remer and y/n. he always came back to her for more.

notes: longer than my trey fic, took me a while and i’m STILL not happy w it. hope you enjoy anyway <3

★☆✵☆★

it was only late at night that remer would drunkenly knock on y/n’s door, seeking her comfort after a bad date or an awkward hookup.

it was about one in the morning when he did this for the first time..

or was it two?

y/n couldn’t remember.

what she can recall however was that he cried in her arms, whining about some girl from a bar that he and cooper got wasted at. apparently she rejected him when he asked her out on a date in the parking lot.

classy, right?

he thought so too.

“i jus’ thought she was hot, y’know?” he slurred and slumped onto the couch beside her, “fuck. nobody wants me.”

she was there for him that night, wiped away his tears. made him feel better in more ways than one..

not even an hour later, she found herself kneeled between his legs, sucking him off while he forgot all about that chick from the bar.

to y/n, remer just had that kind of charm to him. the right amount of charm to give him a blowjob because she felt so bad about his situation.

she liked it, though. a lot. she’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t find him attractive.

most girls didn’t see what she saw in him. good. she’d rather have him all to herself anyway.

after that night, remer’s late visits weren’t so unexpected anymore.

sometimes they’d just talk. sometimes they’d makeout. sometimes, during a kiss, he’d nervously fumble with his zipper in hopes that she’d touch him where he needed her most. she always did.

the confusing part of it all was that they liked to pretend it didn’t happen. they’d hang out the next day with coop.. perhaps even squeak, completely ignoring that they had fucked like horny teenagers the night before.

he did attempt to show his affection for her in public once, nervously placing his sweaty, trembling hand on her thigh at a party.

much to his dismay, she immediately stood up and made her way to another room.

“i’m gonna get another drink.” she muttered, embarrassment smacking remer in the face.

despite all that, at the end of the day, it was y/n and remer. he’d always come back to her, and that’s how they liked it. he couldn’t get enough of her. she couldn’t get enough of him.

like many times before, they sat in the dimly lit living room, a boring movie playing on the tv.

neither of them paid attention to it.

before anything, they would talk. mostly about a recent game. he’d talk about the team, his ideas for psyche outs, stupid shit he did with coop, it didn’t matter. he talked about anything if it meant he got to fuck her in the end.

she liked to kiss him while he was talking. cut him off during a sentence and palm him through his jeans.

he preferred it that way, it really got him going. he felt wanted, needed when she was quick like that.

it was too awkward for him to make the first move.

he’d go in for it and figured that if he kissed her long enough, pulling out his cock in the middle of it would seem less sleazy. “too much pressure.” he thought, he felt like a teenager trying to initiate sex with his girlfriend for the first time ever.

even though he longed for it, he and y/n were not girlfriend and boyfriend.

but like a girlfriend would do to her to boyfriend, she threw her leg over his, raking her hands through his curly locks, straddling him and grinding her clothed cunt onto his hard-on.

he hid his face in her neck and whined her name.

“feels so fuckin’ good..” he moaned, head thrown back against the couch, eyes shut and cheeks pink.

taking advantage of their position, she left kisses on his neck, nipping and sucking at the smooth skin.

“don’t leave a mark this time..” he murmured, “coop asked me about a hickey you left.”

her mouth left his neck with a ‘pop’.

“oh fuck, did he?”

“yeah, but.. y’know, fuck it. it’s not like i don’t enjoy them. trust me.” he lightly chuckled, smiling at her, his slight tooth gap appearing from behind his top lip.

her heart skipped a beat.

it was moments like those that made y/n question her true intentions with doug. made her want to do more than just hookup with him.

his strong arms snaking around her waist snapped her back to reality.

“so.. want me to go down on you?”

"aw, remer.”

“in what world would i say no to that?” she slid off his lap and laid against the cushions, the armrest of the couch behind her head for support.

remer’s long fingers played with the waistband of her loose pajama shorts. they tugged on the elastic band, awaiting her permission.

y/n nodded eagerly, one of her hands over his, assisting him. he pulled them off and carelessly discarded them to the other side of the room.

now left in her underwear, remer gently spread her legs apart, his slight touch tickling her skin.

he stifled a small laugh, “cute undies.”

she looked down at her baby pink panties, a little bow sewed onto the front of them.

“gee, thanks.”

“i’m just telling the truth. they’re adorable. super girly.” he rubbed her through the already damp material.

“remer—” she gasped at the feeling.

“you’re so wet already.” he noted with surprise in his voice. he sank to his knees, pulling her panties down with him, letting them fall and pool around her ankles.

“and who got you like this?”

suddenly shy, she rolled her eyes and hid her face behind her hands, “you, remer. duh.”

“all me.” he whispered to himself.

starting slowly, he lightly traced circles around her outer lips with his tongue. y/n arched her back, her purrs going straight to his crotch.

remer continued his gentle assault, occasionally flicking his tongue across her clit.

the tent in his pants was getting harder to deal with by the second, in desperate need of friction, he rutted his hips against the couch. y/n felt the cushion shift under her.

“you’re humping the couch, remer?” she tried to giggle through a strangled moan.

“shut up. i need something.” he huffed, adjusting himself in his increasingly tight and uncomfortable pants,

“you’re the one who got me this hard anyway.” he went back to work, not only licking but sliding a finger inside her, pumping it in and out.

“fuck, baby, right there.” y/n cried out, the nickname making remer smile against her heat.

the sounds that spilled out of her mouth only made him more confident. remer increased the intensity of his attentions, plunging his tongue deep inside her.

y/n writhed and moaned, her fingers tangling in remers hair, attempting to pull him closer. instead, he pulled away, a string of salvia still connecting them. his cheeks were flushed, lips wet and swollen.

“so pretty like this.” remer groaned, parting her with his fingers and giving her one more lick before standing up.

y/n lifted herself with the little energy she had left.

“my turn.” she stretched, almost cat-like, crawling back into his lap again.

reaching a hand behind her back, she unclipped a hook and let her bra fall.

“so fucking beautiful.” he reached for her breasts, fondling them and gently playing with her nipples.

“remer, you’ve seen them like.. a billion times.”

“and? i’ve seen the sunset a billion times. still amazing every time i look at it.”

“god, you’re corny.” y/n sighed, unzipping his jeans while remer removed the rest of his clothes.

he took off his shirt with a swift motion and tossed it haphazardly to the side.

the sudden display of a pretty chiseled physique sent a chill down y/n's spine. she couldn't help but stare.

“oh dude, i always forget you’re kinda ripped..” her eyes wandered across his entire body.

"yep. that's the power of baseketball," remer bragged with a small grin. he flexed his chest and y/n giggled, her fingers tracing every detail she saw.

“it really.. keeps you in shape..” she said in awe, running her hand down the contour of his toned stomach.

“alright, alright, quit groping me.” he joked, shooing her hands way.

“i never complain when you’ve got your hands all over me!”

“that’s because you like my hands all over you.” he whispered. he peppered her jawline in kisses and y/n let out a laugh.

“okayy, whatever. stop talking. wanna ride you now.”

“fuck, please.” he breathed, his voice making a sudden switch to a desperate one.

“here— legs up.” she pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out and resting on his stomach.

shit. remer was right about that sunset thing.

"you’re staring.” he smiled.

“uh. sorry.”

“don’t be.”

she licked a long stripe from the base to the top, tasting the bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

“fuckkk.” he groaned, bucking his hips into her mouth.

she bobbed her head a few times, her nose meeting a tuft of short, auburn hair.

she lifted her neck and came up with a gasp, fighting the urge to cough. her hand replaced her lips, jerking him off at a steady pace.

before going any further, she looked up at him through her eyelashes, “you’ve got a condom?”

he reached behind her for his pants on the floor, hastily searching for the back pocket. he pulled out a blue, trojan branded square.

he handed it to her and nodded, “ma’am.”

she laughed and brought it to her mouth, ripping the thin, weak packaging with her teeth.

“god, it’s so hot when you open it like that.”

she rolled it over his length and got off her knees, the rough carpet leaving red marks on her skin.

now in the cowgirl position, she hovered over his body again, her hand reaching down to stroke him. with her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, a shiver ran through her body as she rubbed his length against her entrance, collecting her slick to help him fit easier.

she moved slowly, guided him inside of her, taking in every inch.

“just like that..” remer praised, a supporting hand on her side.

he watched her sink onto his cock and almost moaned at the sight alone. he filled her completely, the sensation almost overwhelming for the both of them.

“look at me, doug..” she cooed his first name to him, his dick twitching at her words. she gently cupped his face, turning his head to look at her.

she took the time to really look at him. admire him. his cheeks and nose tinted rose, his mouth slightly agape as he buried into her.

“what?” remer let out a breathy whisper.

“nothing.” she panted, “you’re just kinda cute.”

the grip he had on her hips became tighter, his blunt nails ever so slightly digging into her skin.

“shut up.” he smirked, pushing himself even deeper, biting his lip to suppress a moan.

“fuck..” y/n huffed, holding her arms around his shoulders for support.

compared to other guys y/n had slept with, remer was a little above average in terms of their junk.

he was definitely thicker.

“it’s really more girth than length.” he had disgustingly described to her and cooper one drunk afternoon.

well, it’s not like he was wrong.

she took a moment, refusing to move, still adjusting to his size filling her and the slight burn that came with it - even though she had done this same act with the geek numerous times before.

“what? you can’t handle me?” he kissed her jaw, hands wandering down further, kneading her breasts.

she let out a tired moan in response.

“i knoww. i’m huge.” he boasted.

“shhh, shut up. i hate you.” she began to move in a steady rhythm.

“oh my god.” remer moaned, mouth hanging open and brows furrowed.

“right. be quiet.”

she rocked her hips, her thighs lifting her up until his cock was almost out of reach, then she quickly descended, pushing him back inside of her. she continued the pattern, bouncing on top of him as remer's grip around her became increasingly tighter with each movement.

the sounds they made could only be compared to those that come out of a dirty porno.

“baby, you feel so good. so fuckin’ good.” the whines being pulled from remer were high-pitched, almost feminine.

he thrusted his hips to meet hers, hitting her with a new intensity.

“remer..mm fuck.” she mewled, her voice barely audible. he hit that spot, over and over again. the muscles in her thighs burned yet she continued to ride him with abandon, set on making him finish.

remer noticed this. he couldn’t help but feel bad.

“tiring yourself out, y/n.”

“let me..” he lifted her with ease, laying her on her back. they were in the missionary position, now.

basic, yes, of course. but it felt fucking amazing.

he snapped his hips into hers, earning a gasp from the girl. “right there!” she whined, the volume of her voice raising, echoing throughout the empty house.

“i’m almost there, remer. please.” she practically cried in his ear, running her nails down his back.

he brought a finger to her clit, watching the expression on her face change into pure bliss.

he didn’t just want to make her finish, he needed to. needed to feel her cum around his cock. needed to watch her throw her head back and scream in ecstasy for him and nobody else.

he continued to pound into her, “remer!” she repeated his name over and over like a filthy prayer.

she placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat faster beneath her fingertips.

“m’ gonna cum too.” his words were quick, frantic. he was now on the edge and y/n could tell.

“with me. do it with me, please.”

he nodded quickly in response. eager to please, his thrusts became more frenzied as he felt her body be tense up under his.

her eyes shut as she came undone beneath him.

that sight was all he needed to finish.

“holy shit,” he whimpered.

letting go into the condom, he dove down, there lips meeting once more for a messy kiss.

brushing her lips against his, y/n whispered, “you’re so pretty when you cum, doug.”

“th-thanks.” he tried his best not to stutter this time, he really did.

“you too, y’know.” he sat up and looked at her.

“you’re gorgeous.” the compliment was hushed. she almost didn’t hear it.

“thank you.” her response wasn’t that loud either.

without the sound of skin slapping and uncontrollable moans, they realized how quiet the house had actually been.

they sat next to each other and didn’t say a word, instead, they turned their attention to the long ignored television.

the credits rolled to a movie that y/n didn’t quite remember the title of. she couldn’t even remember what it was about.

“uhm,” she stayed silent for a second, carefully planning her choice of words.

“do you wanna stay? just for the night. you don’t have to if you don’t—”

“i want to.” remer spoke over her.

“o-okay.” y/n was the one who stuttered this time.

soon, their clothes were off the floor and back onto their bodies.

much like the first night, she held him again and he held her too.

this might’ve been her favorite part of every night, cuddling with remer at the end.

when she really got down to it, it was kind of poetic.

all she can hear is his breath and heartbeat and those sounds have never been so beautiful.

it felt safe. secure.

the best part was that they didn’t even need to talk to engage in something as amazing as that.

they didn’t need to speak to know that they cared about each other. in some cases, actions spoke louder than words.

wrapped in his warm embrace, she remembered her stupid actions at that stupid party and cringed. she knew what she wanted now.

“remer?” she whispered,

it took him a minute to reply,

“mhm?” he was half asleep already, eyelids heavy and his head nestled against her shoulder.

she gave it a second thought before talking again,

“never mind.”

#matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #baseketball x reader #baseketball #matt stone #trey parker #doug remer #doug remer x reader #joe cooper #joe cooper x reader

this isn’t a req but the smiths, jackass, AND matt & trey in ur profile?! we need to become bffs rn

oh my god dude yes

#baseketball #jackass #asks

(long to be) close to you | 18+

trey parker x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: smut, cursing

trey accidentally says “i love you” during sex.

★☆✵☆★

“fuck— trey, right there.” she mewled in his ear, her eyes shut and mouth agape.

the constant squeaking of the old mattress bouncing under them was all that could be heard, other than trey’s slightly feminine whines and y/n’s moans.

he had her in the missionary position, as he usually did when they hooked up. the only difference was the absence of the condom he’d hurriedly pull out of his wallet, and roll over his dick while she begged him to just get over there and fuck her already.

yes it was dangerous, but to y/n, the expression he made when he entered her was worth it.

quiet curses slipped out of his lips, y/n grabbed a handful of his dirty, dyed blonde roots and tugged. trey told her he was into that sorta thing some time ago.

“m’ not gonna last.. i’m almost there.” his pace began to pick up, hips stuttering in the process.

y/n wasn’t near finishing, but she definitely didn’t mind seeing trey’s face when he came. he always looked so cute. every time he finished he’d make this face— a face that y/n could never, ever get enough of.

his blue eyes would shut tightly, he’d bite his lip and groan, usually spilling out a “fuck” or, “shit.”

y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him farther into her.

she cupped his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to stay on hers.

“trey, cum inside me.” y/n panted between words, “please. i need you.”

she knew how to push him over the edge. how to make him finish just like that.

this wasn’t the safest option, no, but she was on the pill, and that was enough for trey to spill inside of her anyway.

“holy shit. oh fuck.” his brows furrowed and his mouth fell open, hands desperately gripping y/n’s hips, sure to leave bruises that would last a couple days.

she planted a few kisses on his neck, only adding to the fire quickly pooling in his lower abdomen.

color bloomed across his cheeks, euphoria washed over trey and he couldn’t control himself.

“i love you.” the words came out in a lewd groan. his eyes stayed closed, slowly thrusting into the girl a few more times before coming to a stop.

he huffed, resting his head on her naked chest, as he always did.. waiting for her to pet his head and praise him, tell him how good he felt. y/n didn’t move this time.

this time, she just stared at the ceiling, processing what the blonde just said to her. watching the ceiling fan spin, she whispered,

“trey?”

“what?”

maybe six or seven seconds passed, he then realized what he had said.

his head whipped up, eyes wide “i-i’m sorry.”

usually at this point, trey would’ve pulled out of her already. he would’ve grabbed a damp towel and helped her clean up. either that or he’d be eating her out, a bit upset that he couldn’t get her to finish with him. maybe not this time, though, he did cum inside her after all.

however he was still inside. just staring. the awkward moment accompanied by an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“i didn’t mean to say that.”

“trey— pull out before you say anything else to me.” she sighed.

“fuck, right sorry.” trey slipped out and hastily pulled his boxers up, making an awkward exit to the bathroom.

y/n sat up on the bed, a sudden wave of embarrassment hitting her like a truck. something made her feel sick, but she couldn’t pin point what it was exactly.

maybe it was trey saying i love you, maybe it was him trying to apologize with his dick still inside her, or maybe it’s the fact that y/n might love him back.

whatever it was, she shook the the thought out of her head and swept through the pile of random clothes on the floor, searching for her panties and shirt.

fuck, trey has to clean this room.

luckily the first article of clothing she grabbed happened to actually be her underwear.

white, lacy panties she threw on knowing she’d end up at trey’s later into the night. lacy shit always got him going. he had explained to her why, too.. but she didn’t care right now. she was looking for a shirt to cover herself.

the search for the shirt she arrived in had failed. a random band tee that belonged to trey and was too big for her would suffice.

randomly choosing a shirt from the floor, she turned it around, the faded lynyrd skynrd logo staring back at her.

it’ll do.

she slipped it on and laid against the headboard.

an awful lot of time had passed and trey was still in the bathroom. for he had been staring in the mirror, regretting and cringing at his choice of words for the past few minutes.

the hand towel once wet with warm water had already turned cold by the time he got back to y/n.

“sorry i took long.” he reached out for her thighs, slowly parting them. he does this all the time but he was nervous. why was he nervous?

y/n quietly hissed at the touch of cold, wet cloth. that and the fact that she was still a bit sensitive.

“shit, sorry.”

“stop apologizing.”

he continued but more cautiously, gently wiping their mixed juices away with the rag.

“i shouldn’t have said that.”

“yeah.” y/n agreed quietly with a small nod, “do you?”

“do i what?”

she picked up her panties and slid her legs through the material, “do you love me?”

trey paused and thought for a moment.

"i don’t know. i can’t.” he balled up the towel and threw it to the side.

y/n wanted to scoff. “you can’t?”

“you know i can’t, y/n.” he looked at her as if she knew exactly what he meant. she didn’t.

he sighed, feeling that the answer was obvious, “matt?”

y/n groaned, “trey, are you serious?”

“jesus, what?”

“you just came inside me. you really wanna talk about matt right now?”

“well we can’t pretend that we haven’t been fucking behind his back, can we?”

y/n didn’t answer.

“right.”

“behind his back..” she repeated him like an echo.

“it’s not like it’s cheating.” she rolled her eyes, annoyed that she needs to keep repeating that sentence to him, “we’re not dating, trey. i don’t understand the point you’re trying to make.”

“okay, but he likes you. like, a lot.”

“well he’s never said anything to me about that.”

“we need to talk about it. it just sucks, is all.”

“how does it suck?”

“it sucks when i hear him ramble about you.”

she quirked her head.

“do you know how it feels to sit next to your best friend, and here him go on and on about some chick that you’re actually screwing?”

“some chick.” y/n pointed out, a little offended.

“so why’d you say it then?” she questioned. “i love you.” she lowered her voice, mocking his.

“i don’t knowww.” his words muffled as he buried his face into a pillow, avoiding the conversation. “heat of the moment? i was balls deep in your pussy, don’t ask me difficult questions..”

the truth was that trey really didn’t know if he loved y/n or not. he knows he loves being with her, spending time with her. he knows that he cares deeply for her. he also knows that his best friend has the biggest crush known to man kind on her.

so what was he to do?

“you said you wanted to talk about, let’s fucking talk about it.” y/n’s frustration began to show.

“jus’ forget it. forget matt. dunno why your talking about him.”

her eyes widened, “you’re the one that brought him up!”

he sat up right, “okay, yeah i did. i just feel bad. y’know?” he crossed his arms and stared at the pale bed sheets.

now trey sat beside her, shirtless. he looked stupid in nothing but his boxers but she liked that. she liked him.

she thought about matt for a minute. then about trey.. then about matt again. then, she spoke,

“i like you trey. i really do.”

“i like you too.” he looked at her again and spoke confidently, but y/n didn’t really believe him anymore. “so.. do you wanna tell him?”

“i don’t know.”

they sat in silence for a while.

“did you finish?”

“no.”

“do you want me to..” he hooked his finger on the band of her panties and played with the lace, slightly pulling them down, waiting for an answer.

she shrugged, “okay.”

and with that, trey positioned himself between y/n’s thighs, not caring that he had came inside her just a few minutes ago.

#trey parker x reader #matt stone x reader #trey parker x female reader #matt stone x female reader #baseketball #baseketball x reader

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