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Mr Kenneth 'Handsome' McCormick, at your service. Please call me Kenny.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

Big hiatus

I already sent almost everyone a personal message, but I’m dropping most of my threads completely. (Or as personal as you can be when you have to send a over a dozen messages with all pretty much the same content to it) I’ve waited for nearly 2 weeks, trying to get the muse back for Kenny, but instead he’s getting further away from me (surprise surprise when you go rp another muse).

I’m holding back 3 threads in case my muse comes back to me (1 with itsflake, 1 with ericnkyle and 1 with princesskoumei because she’s now more or less my last canon link from my new muse back to here). I can’t promise I’ll be picking them back up, but I’ll try.

Until then I’m on hiatus. I hope I’ll be getting out of hiatus at some point, but I might not. I don’t know, my mind is whimsical sometimes.

I salute you. Have fun~

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

Big hiatus

I already sent almost everyone a personal message, but I’m dropping most of my threads completely. (Or as personal as you can be when you have to send a over a dozen messages with all pretty much the same content to it) I’ve waited for nearly 2 weeks, trying to get the muse back for Kenny, but instead he’s getting further away from me (surprise surprise when you go rp another muse).

I’m holding back 3 threads in case my muse comes back to me (1 with itsflake, 1 with ericnkyle and 1 with princesskoumei because she’s now more or less my last canon link from my new muse back to here). I can’t promise I’ll be picking them back up, but I’ll try.

Until then I’m on hiatus. I hope I’ll be getting out of hiatus at some point, but I might not. I don’t know, my mind is whimsical sometimes.

I salute you. Have fun~

[itsflake]

Not A Game //Kenny and Flake// yourdreammanmccormick

[itsflake]

"Now, do you already wish you had stayed with your pussy of a Master, whore? I don’t think he would have done this to you… you looked much to little beaten up when I found you, this is already better. But you brought this on yourself, you know… running away is never good for a Pet." the man hummed, sneering when the boy finally swallowed. But then, his eyes narrowed again and he huffed, waiting until he was done bringing it back up before he grabbed his chin and mashed his head against the wall, not hard enough to make him pass out, but hard enough to hurt. "What did I tell you? I told you to fucking swallow, you piece of shit!" he growled, keeping his face in place as he brought the knife closer deliciously slow, watching with a cruel smirk as the tip dug into the other’s eyeball. "This is going to be one pretty painting…." he whispered, starting to turn the knife as he pushed it further in, only stopping when he was sure to completely have ruined the other’s eye. "That should teach you to disobey me, you filthy rat!"

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He felt weak, everything hurting now more than ever and he just wanted to collapse. But the knives in his hands kept him up, every time he pulled too hard the sharp blades cutting a little further, ripping him out. He cried weakly at being grabbed, sobbing and letting out short little sounds of distress at being smashed into the wall. He whimpered and shook violently, shutting his eyes tightly against the knife. Not that his eyelids were much of a protection. He started screaming again as the knife connected, the sound raising in pitch as it penetrated. It hurt so fucking bad. He was barely breathing in shock, feeling hot fluid gush down over his face that certainly wasn't just his tears. Please save me-

[itsflake]

Not A Game //Kenny and Flake// yourdreammanmccormick

[itsflake]

The man snickered, shaking his head as his little toy let his food drop out of his mouth again. “Oh, don’t you like it? Such a spoiled little brat! You should happily take whatever you are given and be grateful for it… But it’s good that we still have another try” he hummed, taking his time to carefully remove the other nipple as well, holding it up for the boy to watch. “Look at it! Isn’t it pretty? You should give it some more love. And how could you love meat more than by eating it? Eat it!” he growled, placing this one in the other’s mouth as well, raising his knife to the teen’s eye level, letting his hover only inches from the other’s eye. “Eat it or I’ll take your eye” he whispered in a calm, low, dangerous down, an evil grin on his face. Oh, cutting someone up had not been this fun in a long time. “Your eyes are pretty… Really pretty, I like their colour. But why would a rat like you deserve to be pretty… You deserve to look exactly like the piece of rotten trash you are!”

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He shook his head crying, his screaming temporarily subsiding for groans and whimpers and inarticulate begging. He pulled on his hands again, desperate to get free, but his movements were weak. Why wouldn't anyone come to save him? Why did nobody react to all this ruckus. Didn't his master promise to protect him? He cried out, voice pitching into another hoarse scream when the knife cut through his flesh again, the pain unbearable and numbed at the same time. Everything was hot and burning with blood, his trembling knees soaked in the fresh red dripping from his pants.

He gagged and wanted to spit again, but his breath halted at how close the knife had come to his face. Sobbing pathetically he tried to swallow, the sickly sweet flavour heavy on his tongue and forcing him to gag. There was no way to refuse though. After several attempts he managed to swallow heavily, his whole body rejecting it. With a choked sound he bend away from the man, turning to vomit the piece of flesh up violently.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

[princesskoumei-deactivated20250]

She was a bit surprised by the offer he made, blinking owlishly as she thought about it. Formality said she shouldn’t but her tired muscles and desperate need of a wash said yes. Hopefully he won’t get any crazy ideas. Though before she could respond the hand in her hair…

[princesskoumei-deactivated20250]

She was move on than happy to melt in the water but she was surprised by the look on his face. It wasn’t an expression she received often, if ever, and she didn’t know how to react. She just brought her legs closer to her body and wrapped her arms behind her knees.

"So is there anything I should do?" Her toes wiggled in the water as she looked over to him, her red hair smoothed back and water dripping from her temples.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He kneeled behind her, next to the tub, and carefully gathered her wet hair to slide it all over one of her shoulders. "Well, that depends on what you want me to start with?" He peeked over her shoulder subtly as he spoke, reveling in seeing all that skin. She was more scarred than he would've expected, but it didn't make her any less beautiful. ...nice figure too, he wouldn't be complaining any time soon.

"I could just start with your shoulders, let you relax all these tense muscles here-" he trailed a finger from one shoulder to the other lightly "-or if you'd prefer I'd wash your hair for you first, massaging your scalp while I'm at it. It's the best cure against a headache, I promise. For your shoulders I'd need you to lean forward a little, for your hair you're sitting just fine like this."

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

Eric was going through some shit, lately. A lot, actually. It didn't help that his heart had just been completely shattered by his ex boyfriend. He took another swig from his bottle, sighing as he walked down the street. He swayed on his feet as he pounded on Kenny's door, holding an almost empty bottle in one hand. He couldn't think of anywhere else to go. He trusted Kenny. He was more than just upset right now, he needed someone to make him feel better before he did something stupid.

Kenny was startled out of his attempts to wash his underwear by a heavy pounding on the door. He left tub of soapy water as it was and walked over to his door frowning, hoping his guest wouldn’t break into his shed-like house with that kind of force. He was happy his house even stood up in the first place, he didn’t like the thought of having to move back to his parents because he no longer had a door.

When he opened the door he was surprised to see Eric. Not just Eric - Eric with a mostly empty bottle of strong liquor in his hand, swaying slightly on his feet. “Holy shit, what happened to you?”

[jaycefuckingmoney-deactivated20]

"I told you yesterday, right?" He asked weakly, allowing his eyes to fall shut. "That I was in love with you?" He sounded upset. "Because I am. I’m in love with you." His voice cracked because he was sure Kenny was going to react badly.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He sighed, still not pausing with his massage even though the conversation was pretty emotional by now. "Yeah... you did say that yesterday. But you also said how you no longer loved me like that, so I kinda thought that was out of the way." It was strange how that made something in his stomach twist uncomfortably. Normally he'd be happy with people not being in love with him, it was troublesome. But Eric saying he fell out of love with him was strangely frustrating. 

[itsflake]

Not A Game //Kenny and Flake// yourdreammanmccormick

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He whimpered and tried to make himself as small as possible, the words scaring him nearly as much as the knife itself now. He flinched and tried to struggle the moment his wrist was caught. Tugging back sharply he looked around, eyes widening in fear as he was just in time to watch his hand being stabbed to the wall. He screamed, screeching and howling in pain as he struggled - only hurting himself more. His screams raised in pitch as his other hand met the same fate, and he practically convulsed against the wall, trying to get free desperately without knowing how.

[itsflake]

He took a step back, admiring his work. Oh, this guy was perfect. And what a pretty voice he had… And how much more wonderful it would sound once he had screamed himself hoarse. He stepped closer again, raising yet another knife. “Such a pretty whore…. such a pretty canvas for me to paint on…” he hummed. “I like painting with blood… with blood and pain and screams and sweat. But you know, your canvas is too uneven… what even are those ugly brown spots there?” he grinned, teasing the boy’s left nipple as he spoke before he grabbed it and set the knife at its base. “Say goodbye, you piece of trash… you will say goodbye to a lot of things tongiht… things you really don’t need anymore. I’ll free you of all the useless things you carry around with you. Including your worthless life” he hummed, carefully, slowly slicing through the other’s skin to separate the little brown nub from his chest, grinning devilishly. “Now taste yourself, whore” he grinned, taking the little thing and carelessly stuffing it into the teen’s mouth. “Eat up, it’s likely gonna be your last meal.”

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

His screams stuttered on hiccuping sobs, his eyes widening as he was momentarily distracted from the pain with the pure horror for what the guy was saying. He screeched and struggled, trying to rip away from the man's hands right until he realised he was cutting his hands further open with his thrashing. But there was nothing else he could do. He couldn't sit here and wait for this man to cut him to pieces - yet at the same time his couldn't pull free from the knives and splitting them open completely.

He bit his tongue in his wild thrashing and when the knife slid through his skin, that taste of blood in his mouth sharp and driving him only more insane as he screamed, sparing now effort to keep the sound down at all. The louder he screamed, the more likely he would be save right? Someone would be attracted by his screeching, right? It had to be! He realised too late what the man was doing as he jaw was gripped, and he gagged at the piece of flesh being stuffed into his mouth. Too sweet, too disgusting. He spit it out immediately, his chest heaving in an attempt not to retch.

[wxlfencrest-deactivated20171207]

"You know Tweek, I was going to pretend to be a romantic kind of guy and recite you some poem, but I see you already got started on the main event without me... Can I at least watch then?"

Tweek looked up and stopped from where he was laying on the bed. He let out a small sigh. “Should I stop or do you wanna help?”

yourdreammanmccormick

[wxlfencrest-deactivated20171207]

Tweek kissed Kennys face, peppering him with kisses. He wanted to cover each little piece of skin in affection and make every bad memory go away. His thrusts began slow, caring as he wanted to make love to Kenny rather than fuck his brains out as usual. “Kenny…I love you…Look at me..” he moaned.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

"Dammit Tweek," he whimpered, rolling his hips up against the other sharply. He gave the other an angry look, unhappy with how things were going now. "Hurt me.” He reached out, fingers scrabbling at Tweek’s shoulders. “Fuck me hard. Hurt me. Don’t be so fucking tender, that kind of stuff is not meant for me!”

[wxlfencrest-deactivated20171207]

Tweek smiled before doing as the other asked. He grabbed his hips and slammed into him, taking him hard as he watched him. He couldnt refuse the blonde anything. His cock throbbed inside of his lover, moans spilling from his lips.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He arched, moaning loudly and managing to laugh breathlessly at the same time. "Y-yes, fuck! Ah- Tweek!" This was so much better and he made sure to let it be known. His fingers closed tightly over Tweek's arm, squeezing with each thrust as he writhed and moaned under the other blond.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

((Okay, let's be honest. I just don't have the muse for Kenny, but I do have a few threads I'm loving to bits. So I'm going to be extremely selective for a while, and all other threads will be in my drafts for later. I'm not dropping anything, so don't worry.

Feel free to still send me memes if I reblog them, answering those is one of the better ways for me to get a hold of Kenny again.))

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

The only thing I dislike about some nice gay porn art is how often these guys seem to be growing their assholes at the same place girls have their vagina. It's slightly disturbing and makes me worry about the health of the artist...

[justfujoshi]

me on tumblr

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

"This isn't what it looks like, I swear."

"Oh, I'm sure it isn't. Mind telling me what it is then, before I start making horrible assumptions about your sexual interests?"

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

coffee

My muse works at Starbucks. Send me “Coffee!” to see what terrible name/misspelling my muse will write on your cup.

'Emo kid who's name I didn't get'

[thebamfblueelf]

Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything... but who's the big muscular guy?

"Logan… He.. is mein best fruend und I love him dearly."

"I just… He… is.. He died a few months ago.."

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He paused, swallowing heavily when he realised his mistake. So that's why Kurt hadn't introduced them, despite the amount of pictures he had been able to find in his not-jealousy.

"I-I'm sorry." He fidgeted for a moment before stepping closer, opening his arms as a careful plea for a hug. "I didn't know it was like that, I was just curious. I should've kept my mouth shut, sorry."

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

Eric was going through some shit, lately. A lot, actually. It didn't help that his heart had just been completely shattered by his ex boyfriend. He took another swig from his bottle, sighing as he walked down the street. He swayed on his feet as he pounded on Kenny's door, holding an almost empty bottle in one hand. He couldn't think of anywhere else to go. He trusted Kenny. He was more than just upset right now, he needed someone to make him feel better before he did something stupid.

Kenny was startled out of his attempts to wash his underwear by a heavy pounding on the door. He left tub of soapy water as it was and walked over to his door frowning, hoping his guest wouldn’t break into his shed-like house with that kind of force. He was happy his house even stood up in the first place, he didn’t like the thought of having to move back to his parents because he no longer had a door.

When he opened the door he was surprised to see Eric. Not just Eric - Eric with a mostly empty bottle of strong liquor in his hand, swaying slightly on his feet. “Holy shit, what happened to you?”

[jaycefuckingmoney-deactivated20]

He nodded a little, ignoring the feeling of tears coming on, laying back down. “That was him.” He mumbled. “He was… he was upset with me.” His voice cracked slightly. “He told me he took all of my shit to my moms.” He informed Kenny. “Then he called me a worthless, intolerable asshole.” He tacked on, voice lower, closing his eyes. “You can get back to work.” He stated, trying to calm himself down and get happy again. For Kenny’s sake. Eric had that anger he always had, but he’d started to let what people say actually get to him, which was a bad choice. He didn’t know why he did that, of course, but… people changed. He changed, at least.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

"Of course he was upset," he said softly, "anyone would be, no matter if it’s their own fault or not. But you’re not worthless, and you’re only an intolerable asshole when you want to be." He knew that was probably not helping, but he was a terrible liar when it came to these things. "If anything, he must have been a pretty fucked up bastard himself to make you as upset as you are.I know you loved him Eric, but with what he’s done he’s really not worth your trouble anymore." He pressed down on the other’s back, continuing his massage a little rougher than before. "You need to forget about him. That’s all I want you to do right now, forget the bastard and try to relax again." No matter how hard he tried, Kenny knew he was shit in this sort of situation. But he could give it his best try.

[jaycefuckingmoney-deactivated20]

"I don’t act like an asshole when I’m with him, Kenny. I try my hardest to make him happy, I swear… What did I do wrong, this time?" He asked, voice weak, shutting his eyes. "I fucking tried!" He cried out, squeezing his eyes shut, forcing himself to relax under Kenny’s touch, sighing and pushing back tears once again. "Fuck…" He mumbled. "Kenny, I really loved him. I’m seriously…" He muttered. "What am I going to do?"

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

"I know, I know- That’s not what I meant," she tried to shush Eric softly, massaging up his neck to make sure he could feel Kenny’s hands close. "I know you tried. He’s an ungrateful bastard for doing this to you, he doesn’t deserve you if he throws you away after all you did. Seriously dude, you deserve so much better than him." He hummed softly, feeling helpless in calming Eric down. "You’ll be alright. You don’t need him, and I’ll be here to help you whenever you want."

[jaycefuckingmoney-deactivated20]

"Why?" Eric asked quietly. "Why would you help me?” He tried to calm down, taking slow deep breaths, allowing himself to relax once again under Kenny’s fingers. “… Don’t answer that. Just… let me stay here. I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to you.” He whispered and relaxed completely. “… Thank you, Kenny. You’ve aways been here. Thank you.” Eric smiled weakly. “Anything you want, dude. I’ll make it up to you.”

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

"Why?" He echoed confused. "Eric... Eric, you're just being silly now. You know why, and I'm going to fucking answer that if you are still capable of asking me that question - because you should know. You're my best friend Eric. I'll always be here for you, whenever you need me. I care a whole lot more about you than you seem to think." He sighed, kneading down one of Eric's shoulders. "Honestly, you're on top of my list together with Karen. There's nobody else I care as much about."

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

I don't like the way they're looking at you. - thatmarshkid

Kenny snorted, giving him an amused smile. “Dude, that’s a given with my reputation. There’s nothing I can do about it anymore at this point.”

thatmarshkid

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

His dreams had been warm and full of Stan - something he couldn’t quite figure out while he was still mostly asleep - but at some point it was starting to get strangely realistic. It wouldn’t be the first time he dreamed of Stan sucking him off - with a mouth like that it was inevitable - but never did it feel so vivid. Like there was really something warm and wet around his cock, and the sounds were much more real than his dreams had ever managed before.

When he slowly blinked his eyes open he was confused for a moment, as his dream didn’t seem to stop. Only after a few seconds he realised what was going on, and a sleepy smirk spread on his face. “F-fuck… now that’s a good boy.” He moaned softly, one hand sliding into Stan’s hair to keep him in place as he rolled his hips up lazily. 

[thatoldmarshkid]

Stan slowly took his time waking Kenny with his mouth, learning the texture of the dick in his mouth as he licked and sucked every inch of the hard flesh in his mouth. Soft moans and sighs left him as he slowly fingered his own ass—it was feeling a little tender, but nothing he couldn’t push aside in favor of the good fucking Kenny promised him—and he tried to keep from rubbing his erection against the sheets. 

But if Kenny didn’t wake up soon, he was going to have to take matters into his own hands.

He let out a soft purr as Kenny woke and threaded his hands through Stan’s hair, the purr turning into a moan as Kenny praised him. He gagged a little as the head of Kenny’s tip brushed against his soft palate, but he was able to pull back in time. He didn’t want to ruin this by vomiting all over the blond’s dick. He pulled off completely for a moment—making sure to replace his mouth with his hand—and his gaze was as soft as his dick was hard.

"I did like you asked," he said, a soft moan punctuating his sentence. "And my ass is ready when ever you are." He then leaned back down and retook Kenny’s dick with his mouth, giving a good hard suck.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He was waking up rather fast - how could he not with Stan's mouth all over him? He grinned at Stan's words, letting out a pleasured moan as he went down on him again immediately. Fuck, he liked waking up like this.

"Turn around," he ordered hoarsely. "Show me how you've spread yourself. And if I'm satisfied you can sit down on my cock, because you've been so obedient. I'll give you a nice treat in reward." He tugged on Stan's hair to make him sit up and do as he was told, but he released immediately after. He wasn't planning on forcing Stan. He wanted to see him be obedient all by himself.

He could get drunk on this power. 

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

"Mine!"

My muse was given a love potion! The first person to send me an ask with “Mine!” will have my muse fall in love with them.

He had been feeling strange ever since he drank that coffee earlier this morning. He had ‘gone wild’ and asked for a cappuccino instead of a black coffee, even managing to convince Tweek of giving it to him for the same price as black, but now he was regretting it more and more. His stomach had been making awkward flops all morning, and whereas he originally thought he might be sick, he never actually felt sick. Just… nervous, and tingling in his stomach. Like he was looking forward to something insanely much, yet there wasn’t anything about to happen.

That all changed when he spotted Pip, the first one he saw since he left Tweek’s coffee shop with the take away paper cup in his hand. The moment he saw Pip he knew he was the one he’d been waiting for, the one making his stomach feel like it was filled with butterflies and his brain like it about to seep out through his ears.

He didn’t even have the presence of mind to question where these sudden overwhelming feelings for Pip came from. Instead he hurried towards the other blond, raising a hand in greeting from far off. “Pip!”

pip-with-a-sip-of-tea

[hopefullypessimistic84]

Pip shook his head and smiled. “Don’t be. It’s nice that you care about your sister so much.” He reassured Kenny as they walked. “Are we close to your house?” Pip asked curiously. He hoped so, his legs were getting tired.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

He smiled brightly, happy Pip didn’t think less of him with the way he was about Karen. He knew some people thought he was too passionate about her, even though he couldn’t disagree less. “Oh, it’s just past the last house in the row, over there.” He pointed forward to the last house. “It was originally a shed from the family living there, so it’s a bit down their garden. It’s not far.”

[hopefullypessimistic84]

Pip nodded, looking in the direction Kenny pointed as they walked. “Are you paying them rent?” he asked curiously. He wondered what Kenny’s house actually looked like.

[yourdreammanmccormick-archived]

"I am," he confirmed, nodding. "They don't ask much, luckily. I still have to fix the whole place up too." The turned the corner and his home became visible. It was really not much more than a shed, but at least it was all brick. Well, the windows and doors didn't really close properly and his only heater was a wood stove, but as long as he just kept his coat and snow boots on inside it was manageable.