#sp fic

[sosoubrette]

good evening bunny nation, im here to drop Hideous Towns ch1 + 2 doodles and chapter 2 here hehehee

[lozislaw]

How dare he exist and eyes twinkle under the snowlight like that. Is what Kyle is probably thinking.

Based on my antibodies fic ✨️ commissions still open! 💕

[southpark-smut]

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. 

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

Strike Four

a trans Kyle fic

Chapter 3: No-Pussy-Test

Fic Summary:

When his English class essay about where he sees himself in fifteen years is met with a lot of backlash, he stays home for a week, feigning sick, to devise a plan. His mission? Return dressed as a new student, and prove to everyone that he is a real boy. Especially to that son of a bitch Cartman. And his name will be Kyle.

Chapters: 3/6

Rating: General Audiences

Categories: Gen

Themes:

Childhood: boyhood and girlhood Queer Themes: Specifically gender Puppy Love Childhood friendships

Words: 30,622

[artsarasp]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu & Yue Qingyuan Characters: Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Yue Qingyuan Additional Tags: Angst, Oblivious Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, for like 5 minutes, Sad Yue Qingyuan, yue qingyuan makes BAD decisions Summary:

“I’m afraid I don’t remember much, ” Shen Qingqiu said. “In fact, I can’t remember anything from before my disciple days.” Yue Qingyuan stared at his shidi, cup of tea left hovering as he was about to take a sip.

or

Shen Qingqiu is curious about the relationship between the original goods and the sect leader. Yue Qingyuan has a horrible conversation.

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Howdy, I wrote a little thing :>

[sarulovecushaw]

Hey guys… I'm so hyped tonight! Because a lot of people in the SP fandom are oddly hostile towards bottom Kyle for no real reason. which has pretty much killed my hope for most fanworks. But today, I struck gold! ✨

If you're into StanKyle and TokenKyle, go check out AsaB_Rose on AO3:

The purple flower

Being Rebels

I wasn't really that interested in the Stick of Truth setting at first, but this fic has truly made me fall in love with Elf Kyle! Oh man, I can't wait until I get access to a computer again so I can study how to draw those cute elf ears and the thorn crown — woo hoo~

Style works are always a bit too soft for me, but I totally forgot just how mischievous and rebellious Kyle can be, and how Stan has no idea how to handle a willful Kyle. Even though they've been best friends for years, Kyle will still punch Stan hard when he pisses him off!

And as for Token,damn! he's basically the most perfect partner Kyle could ever have in this world (did I actually just say that?0-0)

[ferretsm]

hey Guys in a scale from 1 - 10 how life ruining is sincerely your super best friend kyle. asking for a friend

[vivax4mil]

Style fic?

Idk why but I’m getting into South Park for some reason and I wanted to make a oneshot of Stan and Kyle.

Is that dumb?