In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, your family decides to move for a fresh start. On your first day in South Park High, however, you realize that nothing is as it seems...
Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, Wendy Testaburger, Butters Stotch, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Tolkien Black, Bebe Stevens, Red McArthur x Reader
NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, Highschool/College AU
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🎮interactive fanfic "୨ৎ New Name, New Town, New Gravity ୨ৎ" by anci3nt_author
📖 Episode 1 of ?
A/N | hihi guys!! i've decided to do another ficmas this year, cause last years ficmas meant so much to me 🥲 i miss writing fluff so much, and i just really love the holidays. i also wanted to include more characters this time around, so i hope u guys enjoy❣️ debating on posting these on ao3...
Cold Hands, Warmer Heart🎁 ft. Cartman x reader
☃️ a harsh winter storm traps you and Cartman indoors during the school’s holiday preparations. the forced downtime pushes both of you into unfamiliar emotional territory.
Snowdrift Heartbeat🎁 ft. Kenny x reader
☃️ you and Kenny spend the evening navigating a snow-blanketed south park, sharing small comforts and meaningful conversations as the weather worsens.
Mulled Cider & Soft Eyes🎁 ft. Kyle x reader
☃️ Kyle invites you to help him prepare for his family’s hanukkah celebrations, which leads to an unexpectedly warm and personal day together.
Toasted Marshmallow Promises🎁 ft. Stan x reader
☃️ a winter festival brings you and Stan together for a night of bonfires, music, and lingering nostalgia.
Frostbitten Blushes🎁 ft. Butters x reader
☃️ you join Butters for a day of lighthearted winter activities, where his kindness and sincerity shine brighter than any holiday lights.
Sugar Star Serenade🎁 ft. Wendy x reader
☃️ you and Wendy partner up for a holiday bake sale, transforming routine preparations into moments filled with laughter, encouragement, and growing trust.
Holiday Hoodie Borrower🎁 ft. Clyde x reader
☃️ during a chilly winter celebration, Clyde lends you his favorite hoodie, which leads to a day filled with playful teasing and shared snacks.
Bright Lights, Brighter Courage🎁ft. Jimmy x reader
☃️you help Jimmy prepare for the town’s winter talent showcase, spending the week running through jokes and stage practice together.
Jazz & Juniper Nights🎁 ft. Tolkien x reader
☃️ Tolkien invites you to a winter gathering at his home, where music, warm lighting, and thoughtful company create a peaceful evening. as he performs and you talk quietly between songs, a deeper bond forms.
Stargazer’s Wish, Winter Edition🎁 ft. Craig x reader
☃️ Craig asks you to accompany him for a late night meteor shower, turning a simple outing into a reflective and unexpectedly intimate experience.
Warmth in the Whirlwind🎁 ft. Tweek x reader
☃️ the holiday rush at tweek bros. Coffeehouse pushes Tweek to his limit, and you become a steady presence in the chaos.
-> welcome to my first ever kinkmas/fluffmas ! i wanted to do a mix of both smut and fluff, so there’ll be 5 of each. ALL DATES ARE TENTATIVE !!!!
-> during this, i won’t be writing any requests since this will be taking up most of my time. but feel free to send them in for me to write in january <3
── i saw mommy kissing santa claus ! ft. butters scotch
❆ every year, your husband, butters, dresses up as santa for your kids. however, a poorly timed glance out of their bedroom door leads to a bizarre yet hilarious twist on christmas eve. | fluff
❆ dec. 1
── let it snow ! ft. eric cartman
❆ a record-breaking blizzard hits south park, colorado, and you're stuck outside eric cartman’s house, who just happens to be your sworn enemy. what choice do you have but to knock on the door? | smut
❆ dec. 3
── santa baby ! ft. wendy testaburger
❆ you knew you never should’ve accepted a gift from eric cartman. but maybe it was the final push you and your roommate wendy needed to finally confess. | smut
❆ dec. 6
── winter wonderland ! ft. kyle broflovski
❆ every christmas, your family always brings up the topic of you having a boyfriend and "settling down." each year, you begrudgingly tell them you're still single. but this year will be different— and you need your best friend, kyle, to help you out. | fluff
❆ dec. 9
── baby, it’s cold outside ! ft. kenny mccormick
❆ delivering your last gift on christmas eve leads to you into your best friend’s dads bed. | smut
❆ dec. 11
── it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas ! ft. stan marsh
❆ every christmas, you and stan always compete to see who can give the best gift. but this year, it’s safe to say you won. | fluff
❆ dec. 13
── deck the halls ! ft. stan marsh & wendy testaburger
❆ messing around while christmas decorating with your partners, stan and wendy, leads to more than any of you expected. | smut
❆ dec. 15
── last christmas ! ft. craig tucker & tweek tweak
❆ christmas has been a sore subject for you for a few years now. maybe two annoying upstairs neighbours can help bring back your christmas spirit. | fluff
❆ dec. 18
── jingle bells ! ft. kenny mccormick
❆ hanging a bell on your choker was supposed to be a cute addition to your winter outfit. who knew your boyfriend would go feral? | smut
❆ dec. 21
── i’ll be home for christmas ! ft. craig tucker
❆ a blizzard delays all of the flights back to south park, but craig’s got you waiting for him. he’s determined to make it home. | fluff
because alpha!kyle will never, ever, let his lovers want for nothing <3
For the most part, being the leader of a pack suited Kyle mighty well.
As an Alpha, he loved to protect those under him and make sure their lives were as free of trouble as possible; and as Kyle Broflovski, he loved knowing there were people who trusted his judgement and depended on it to do anything.
He avoided thinking too hard about how those facets of his life bled into each other lest he drive himself crazy (again) questioning his own self-worth, but once Stan and Wendy joined your relationship as two more partners to love and care for, it became harder for him to not ponder his obligations and his performance; or rather, to not value himself too highly knowing there were now three people who wanted him in the same all-consuming ways he’d wanted them. The logistics of caring for the needs of two Omegas evaded his brain at first, but instinct - plus Wendy’s Beta efficiency to hold down the fort and ensure no one died of starvation when he was busy knotting you or Stan - quickly showed he was more fit for it than originally intended.
Way more fit. Burning down all of Tegridy Farms wouldn’t have held a candle to the high he got out of seeing you and Stan tucked into a nest, all wrapped up in his shirts to stay close to his scent, or Wendy lounging around in one of said shirts when fetching him a bottle of water while he was still stuck inside one of his Omegas.
He made all of that. He was the only one who could.
To be fair, when outsiders asked him how his life was going and he got opportunities to say out loud his pack was doing great, thank you very much, he did still try not to preen… excessively.
But not only of mating does an Alpha live - though he wouldn’t mind that one bit -, and the column of being a lawyer in the four-income household remains load-bearing; as such, once lunch was over, he was forced to shake the thoughts of his three darlings greeting him at home, cozy and ready for a movie, and focus on the work that awaited him.
Meeting with a new client in about ten minutes. Greeeeat. From the information he was given, it’s one of those cases, too, the type that’s gonna contribute to the heart attack this world keeps dangling in front of his eyes.
At least it’s online, he considered as he sat down on the comfy ergonomic chair in his office, though he knew the awesome support for his back would not save him from the imminent headache. By now that one had become a staple of the job - and when it sparked behind his eyes as his phone started ringing in his jacket pocket, it was easy to just assume the blaring noise was also part of the deal, even if he was not in the mood to handle it.
Please, let this be the client trying to reschedule. Sure, those things were done by the secretary and no client was supposed to ever have access to his personal phone, but he’d sort that out if it meant an hour or two for himself to cool down from the blooming discomfort in his temples. Customer service voice already locked and loaded, he didn't check once at the caller ID before answering. “Broflovski Law Firm, Kyle spea-”
“Do you do this every time?” Wendy’s voice rushed from the other side of the phone, like she herself was just itching to ask that.
If Wendy could see the flush of pink to his cheeks now that he realized it was just her, he’d get Testaburger Household, Wendy speaking in lieu of Good Morning for a whole week. “When I’m at work, yeah, Wends, I do,” he responded instead, the creases on his shirt coming back with his shoulders’ infinitesimal relaxing. “You know, work, that thing you’re also supposed to be doing right now?”
Kyle could hear her eyeroll. “Ha, ha. Very funny. Hope you can stay funny like that on your way back home right now, babe.”
“Tempting, but no. I’ve got a client in a few.” He ran a hand over his curls, wiping the insistent sweat that had been slowly building under his hairline since earlier that morning. “You want anything?”
“Cancel it.” Wendy stated, clipped; Kyle’s flaring temper spurred him to make her order become something that would have him sleeping on the couch, but her next words killed the argument before it ever lived. “They’re in heat, Kyle.”
His heart lurched out of his mouth in a gasp.
Heat. The first one since all of you moved in together - and though Kyle was already used to you and Stan synching, as is usual for Omegas in close proximity, the mental calendar he used to count the days down for this seemed to have jumped the gun on him. “Right now? I didn't- How long has it been since the last one?”
“Seven weeks.” Wendy sounded as shocked as Kyle was. “I tried looking it up. Thought them being around each other all the time messed up their cycles or something, but Google fucking sucks these days-”
“Google? Wendy, you've got a fucking degree in Biology!” In a past life, Kyle had thought this might make the dynamic easier; two whole classes and an elective in her uni curriculum about secondary genders and whatnot. Right then, though, it just made the black hole in Kyle's stomach fiercer. “Can’t you do something to help them out? Just until I’m done with the meeting?”
“Alright, first of all, fuck you. You go try and run sperm samples under a microscope while your lab partner’s almost going into heat from it and trying to lick the slides, tell me how that goes,” Wendy snapped. “Second, I did! But there’s only so much I can do without a fucking knot, Kyle!”
“Don’t- Don’t talk about that right now,” Kyle hissed, finding a grip at the front of his button-up, nearly tugging off the fourth button in the process. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of the thickness starting to weigh in his trousers, forcing him to spread his legs wider in his office chair. “Did you try everything? Give them the toys, if they need new ones just use my credit card, it’s fine!”
It wasn’t fine, and the growl that tore Kyle’s throat once he finished the sentence told him and Wendy that much. His Omegas were needy, driving his Beta crazy, and he was here suggesting she sort all of it out with fake knots when they were supposed to be taking him. The Alpha’s blood boiled just considering it.
“You think I would’ve called if I hadn’t? They need you!”
Oh, she was using that tone - the high-pitched thing reserved for arguments and times where she was applying for a spot bent over his knee. It even made his damn leg start bouncing, and his cock throb expectantly.
“Well, I can’t leave my job to go fuck them, okay?” He insisted with a huff, trying to land his eyes on the computer screen instead of whatever invisible bouncy spot they were following around the room. His hand drifted down to his crotch to give his already half-hard length a squeeze - down, boy. “You- You gotta make do without me for a few hours.”
From how the Beta’s voice had risen in exasperation before, its next drop was enough to coil Kyle’s entrails. “Alright then, but I’m not gonna sit around and watch them suffer like that. If you can’t do it, I’m calling Kenny. Think he’s free right now.”
His jaw clenched so tight he swore he heard a tooth crack.
Over his dead body.
It was one infuriating thing to imagine his partners fucking silicone toys into themselves to ease the ache of his absence. It was another entirely to imagine another Alpha waltzing into his home, basking in that sweetness only he was supposed to taste, stepping into a nest made for him and seeing both of his lovely Omegas begging to be filled. That was fundamentally wrong, He could probably find basis for that in one of those thick law tomes catching dust in his bookcases. Once he stopped wanting to claw himself to shreds from the mental image of it happening, that is.
And if Kenny even considered, dared, sinking that stupid golden fang of his into your or Stan’s scent glands-
“No. No call Kenny,” Kyle grumbled while shaking his head. The decent side of him would’ve called into question his use of the English language, if it wasn’t currently bound and gagged, choking on the fumes of his burning mind. “I go. No one else. Got it?”
Wendy hummed, and Kyle didn’t bother trying to comprehend the finger he had been looped around. “Thank you, babe. Love you.”
“Love you,” he echoed before hanging up, voice taking that last plunge into complete primal roughness.
He stood up so fast the chair rolled back and struck the wall behind it, but he’d only notice the little chip on the paint many days later; for now, all he could do was add fuel to the rapidly blooming rut inside of his chest by rushing to his lovers, meeting be damned.
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Kyle knew the ride home wasn’t supposed to be as short as it had been.
He also knew he didn’t particularly care.
Your Alpha entered your shared home like he was late for it, kicking the front door shut with his heel while finishing off the shirt buttons he’d begun undoing back in the car. Tie had been ditched, too, tossed onto the passenger seat, and the suit jacket never even made it to the parking lot with him; it was too busy covering the still-on monitor of his work computer.
Through his ragged breathing and the shrill hum of several car horns which still lingered in the depths of his ears, he forced himself to stop for all of five seconds to listen. Not that he needed even this small amount of time - immediately, two different sets of chained mewls and whines greeted him. One deeper and harsher, the other higher and drawn-out, both siren’s songs tugging at every vein in his body.
Five seconds, and Kyle was on.
Those streaks of the red lights he ran over trying to get here, temporarily burned into the corners of his eyes, pulsed blindingly as he power-walked through the house and towards your room. Every cry was met with a growl of his own. I’m here. I’m here. Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of you.
The walls rattled under the force of him shoving the door open, and then-
Honeyed sweetness invaded his nostrils, dizzying enough to have him losing his footing and stumbling two steps into the room. The space was stuffier than a sauna, the single window firmly closed to prevent any of that Omega bouquet from seeping out towards a world that definitely did not deserve to smell it. All the dressers were wide open, clothes scattered around the floor in a trail towards the pile of blankets and pillows at the farthest corner from the entrance, because the actual bed can’t fit the four of you and thus it was bullshit and should be set on fire.
Which he wholeheartedly agreed with.
Because there was nothing more stunning than seeing the three of you together. A naked mess of limbs, flushed a pretty pink and sweating so profusely it formed a glimmering sheen over your bodies. He didn’t know what he wanted to lick first: that sweat, the pool of your slick combined with Stan’s that was dampening the blanket, or the tears in your eyes and his from all the needy keening.
Stan had your legs around his waist, his larger frame pressing you down onto the plush nest as he pistoned his cock into you desperately - and behind him, Wendy was struggling to keep her own pace with the strap-on attached to her hips, spreading his cheeks and watching the silicone length sliding in and out of his leaking hole. Chests heaved in near unison, a song of shared effort and want, which Kyle was adding to with his own panting.
You and Stan clung to each other like letting go would make your bodies fall apart in several pieces; cute and all that, seeing his Omegas this close and loving, but through every sinful sound you made with him when he pounded your sweet cunt, Kyle latched on to the sobs. Because regardless of what was being done for the both of you, you’d still be left hollow and wanton. Nothing fit.
Until now.
Wendy, the only one with any semblance of a functioning brain, was the one to notice Kyle first. Plunging her strap deep into Stan’s hole - and earning a heady wail from him -, she stopped and turned to face the Alpha, her dark bangs glued to her forehead from the sweat and eyes narrowed to see him better. She’d probably bring up the concept of contact lenses for herself again once this was all done.
“About time,” she called out listlessly, a grin spreading on her face. His other two partners, too entranced by their own futile search of completion, kept going, whimpering into each other’s arms and making his own flex with the urge to go wrap around both of them. “G-Gonna stay there and watch or can I get a glass of water right now?”
Kyle’s pants and underwear dropped before she even finished speaking - cock slapping against his clenched abs, both glad for the extra space and imploring for pressure, coated in so much pre it had darkened the fabric of his boxers. The base of it swelled with his knot, pulsing like a second heartbeat… Or a third, fourth, fifth. Another one to join the three he carried with him at every step.
Genre: You can see this as either romantic or platonic!
Gender: Neutral
💕 The main four, CATG, Butters, etc 💕
It was Valentine's Day and a wonderful day to spend time with the people who you care about in this little mountain town in Colorado.
Since it was a special day, your parents let you throw a party in the backyard. You obviously invited the four boys, craig and those guys, Butters, Wendy, Bebe, Heidi, Pip, and Timmy!
You and your parents helped bake a lot of treats and other kinds of food for the party. You even prepared a bunch of gifts for the people you invited to the party.
It's been 10 minutes and everyone arrived at your house and greeted you. Some greeted you in a normal way and some hugged you immediately like Wendy.
Normal stuff happened for most of the time at the party. Playing games, having conversations, drama (Cartman cough cough), forehead kisses/high fives, and eating treats. But isn't that all when it comes to spending Valentine's Day with people you love/care about?
Everyone had their own love languages. Stan likes quality time, Kyle likes quality time and gifting, Cartman receiving gifts (He gives you gifts as well sometimes), Kenny quality time and physical touch, Craig and Tweek like quality time and gifting, Clyde and Tolkien quality time, Jimmy words of affirmation, Wendy and Butters gifting and physical touch, Heidi and Timmy quality time and words of affirmation (Heidi mostly), and Pip like physical touch, quality time, and gifting.
The gifts you had made for them... let's just say that some got way too happy about it. Have fun getting the group hug. 🫂
If you were being honest, when you moved to south park you felt like you would stay inside all day and never interact with anyone. If that was the case, you'd be spending Valentine's Day alone right now or with just your family.
Making friends with everyone here in south park went smoothly after all. May this be the best Valentine's Day ever. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
I know this is late but I had other things to do in the meantime. Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
𓄲 would anyone fw me writing platonic stuff for the south park kids? n maybe romantic stuff for Randy tehee, but like i mean like motherly! reader or mother figure! reader for the kiddos and them always pulling her along on their stunts, basically just tooth rotting fluff <33
Wendy and fem new kid bonding over girl things? The new kid actually enjoys being able to “let their hair down” around them so to speak
Sorry this took so long, I got off a south park kick and then HARDCORE back into one recently because FBW is on gamepass. Thanks for the request!
Platonic!Call-girl/Wendy x New-girl!Reader
☆ Wendy is thrilled to have another girl in town who gets her. It's not that she isn't close with Bebe, I mean, they are both instrumental in making lists on the committee, but after Bebe pulled that gun on her, Wendy worries she's a little bit of a loose cannon. Between her on and off relationship with Stan and dealing with Eric in school, this poor girl needs some stable classmates.
☆ She loves having you over to work on school work, she's class president and prides herself on being smart. Being the new kid can't be easy, and doing work to catch up to everyone in class is much harder given Mr. Garrison doesn't seem like he cares to teach. Expect lots of study hangouts, where she helps you with some class work and the two of you just chat.
☆ Wendy always asks for your input for the girls' committee lists. You might be new, but that doesn't mean you need can't have an opinion. She's also going to go over the old lists to make sure you understand the people in South Park. "Listen up, new Kid!" She exclaims. "That list was rigged, that's the old cutest boy list... there was a whole- a whole thing." She shakes her head. "All that to say Clyde isn't the cutest. Here, check this one-"
☆ Makeovers! For all her skills and talents, Wendy has been shown to be against things she thinks perpetuate beauty standards. Personally, she doesn't feel like makeup is good or bad really, but she has other stuff to worry about. She's the class president. Luckily; she has you, New kid! She's happy to let you apply some purple glitter or maybe a fun gloss on her face, just don't expect her to wear it everyday. She claims she "-Doesn't want to look like a clown hooker for her English presentation". If you teach her how to keep nail polish to the lines of her nails, she'd actually really like that. She'd roll into school with a nice purple or pink shade on her nails, shooting you a wave.
☆ If you're both superheroes, she's thrilled at the prospect of having another girl to fight with. Frankly, she hates that the freedom Pals stand for 'retribution with inclusion', but didn't even bother getting girl members. She Dislikes Raccoon and friends for more obvious reasons. She'll help you to learn hacking just like her, or if you prefer a more hands on fighting style, she'll be your guy, or gal, in the chair, surveying the security cams and radioing in all relevant data from a nearby rooftop while you complete a mission. She doesn't like the idea of sidekicks, you're a team. Two girls lifting each other up, while making super-boys cry. Plus; she's secretly been manipulating your follower count on Raccoonstagram to make it much larger than it would be normally. Your new, and shes felt alone before. Call-girl sees now reason that you should be any less popular out of costume than in.
☆ "Just hacked into the Raccoon and Friends, um, computer..." she mumbles, thinking back to the Toshiba handi-book that's taped to a cardboard box. "Anyways, looks like they've got a lead on some petty crime from the post office warehouse. Package thief." She chuckles. "Wanna bet we can handle it in half the time?"
