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Kyman week day 7: Free day
Summary:
“Where did you come from…,” They belted out, it was messy and off-key, both struggling to get the words out. But Kyle wouldn’t have it any other way, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. “Cotton Eye Joe!” The mellow squeeze of his heart bubbling up with the unified laughter.
Alternatively: Kyle is lost in the woods carrying around a certain paralysed, amnesiac deadweight called Eric Cartman. The heavier weight, however, is carrying around all those repressed feelings
Swiss Army Man au (You need NO prior knowledge of the film!!)
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Kyman week day 2: Genderswap
I’ll be posting all my Kyman week stuff on my ao3 account! A short little 500 words fic based on this drawing is there! So make sure to check it out (and yesterday’s prompt) if you want to :)
@kymanweek
I just realised ALL of Cartman’s love interests were people (with qualities) he hates.
First off Wendy, who he clearly hates for several reasons ex. She stands up for herself and has strong opposing opinions (like Kyle...)
Then Heidi, who’s a bit of a hippy. Looking at her clothing style and the fact that she’s a vegan.
Finally Yentl who’s... well Jewish.
It’s clear that he loves his friends, even though they all have qualities he hates/teases them for. Poor, Hippy, Ginger Jew from Jersey. He’s shown to love the Jewish religion even though he’s antisemetic most of the time
That being said, maybe this 10 year old kid has a hard time distinguishing love and hate/is scared of his feelings.
Now, who does Eric Cartman despise most of all...? :)
They’re back??
ALSO, look at all the screens, they’re all from Post Covid!
Are we getting a Cartman depression arc or what? He’s been so defeated the whole season. Even in the episode when he was an ass it was because he felt lonely. And in the last ep (Credigree Weed St. Patrick’s day special) he seemed bored even when they schemed? Guess he’ll be joining Stan on the bad mental health at 10 YEARS OF AGE ride
I just love the fact that S&P didn't approve "Bottles will be spun" (because it was implying that teenagers like kissing? what an absurd idea)
(screenshots taken in https://youtu.be/oYp0O-rle20?si=-Z639y0j67SgrWRe)
but they did approve this without any complaints:
(I don't think this is a big deal, but it is certainly more inappropriate than "bottles will be spun" in a flyer, at least the first one. And I won't even talk about the scary scenes in the cartoon.)
So, I think we all should thank to S&P for censoring the most inappropriate scenes in Gravity Falls. This isn't about a old man in some kind of bar/pub surrounded by younger ladies, this also isn't about a almost (or maybe totally) naked old man drinking "rich people water" in a kid's show.
THE REAL PROBLEM HERE ARE TEENAGERS KISSING, LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?! WHY DO YOU LET TEENAGERS KISS?? TEENAGERS SHOULD BE TOTALLY FORBIDDEN FROM KISSING EVERYWHERE!!
Like, have you ever thought about the quantity of germs and microbes that they pass on when they kiss?! And the fact that they mix their saliva?! Ugh, absolutely disgusting.
Having said that, I think that the government should implement a law that prevents teenagers from kissing. (Thanks for opening my eyes, S&P, kisses.)
(This is a joke, please don't this seriously)
It’s both and I’m not taking a no for an answer
which flag belongs to pip...
(impossible edition)
HighSchool!Cartman x Reader Smut
Basically I have a high school au where Cartman goes to fucking therapy and becomes a slightly better person
He doesn’t support hitler anymore and isn’t racist/homophobic, just a general bitter asshole now. He joins the high school’s boxing team and earns the nickname “The Bull” because of how strong and big he is, and he gets one of those funky nose rings and a tongue piercing (which will come into play later 😳👉👈). He’s still friends with the others but trying to focus a little more on his academics as well so he’s not seen as some kinda dumb jock.
Reader is afab with gender neutral pronouns because I’m kinda half writing this for myself but I want all y’all to read this too 💀
Some ideas of what they look like ^^
OK ON TO THE FIC
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You stepped out of the car and onto the icy ground, shutting the door behind you. You waved your mom goodbye and turned to look at the entrance of the school. South Park high, one of the shittiest schools in the country.
Walking up the steps, following the stream of people, you heard a familiar voice calling your name. You were about to turn and look before a gloved hand clapped you harshly on your back and slid down to your waist, hooking you tightly to the side of the person grabbing you. You immediately knew who it was.
“Kenny! Off, off you perv!” You shoved the taller guy off of you, his muffled laughs getting louder as he took his hood off.
“Sorry babes, I just can’t help myself with that pretty little waist of yours.” He purred, looking you in your eyes with those piercing blue points. You scoffed, not fazed one bit.
You had moved here in your freshman year, two years ago, and quickly became acquainted with Kenny and his group of friends, eventually joining them on their outlandish adventures. You were used to Kenny and his perverted nature, although he had become more persistent towards you this year. You supposed you had hit some sort of growth spurt over the summer, but you were all together during the break so you couldn’t understand how he would be able to tell a difference.
The others caught up to you and Kenny, panting and almost slipping on the ice. Stan smacks Kenny on the head.
“Stop creeping on y/n, Kenny.” He scolds him.
Cartman chimes in. “It’s not his fault they got so fucking hot over the summer.” You blush and look up at him, he’s staring directly at you. He has an almost hungry look in his eyes. You turn away.
“Don’t talk about them like that!” Kyle spouts, towering over Cartman.
Kenny laughs, “Kyle, you’re just saying that because you want a turn with their gorilla grip pu-“
“Can we please change the subject?” You interrupt him. They all look at you sheepishly, except for Cartman. He’s still eyeing you hungrily.
“Right. Sorry y/n. We’ve uh, reached class anyway.” Stan apologized for his friends.
You all sat in your respective seats and listened as Mr. Garrison (who according to the group really shouldn’t be teaching anymore) drawled on about nonsense in his personal life.
You caught Cartman staring at you a few times, to which he would resort to playing with his nose ring and looking at the back of Bebe’s head.
He had always been a bit interested in you, but recently you kept catching him looking at you all the time. You wondered if he would make a move at some point. You would definitely accept if he did, you knew that. He had grown more attractive each year you knew him. This year he let his hair grow out, and every time he would box, two locks would fall in front of his face and his hair would get all messy. You loved it.
His reputation as “The Bull” had grown recently when, during a match, he knocked his opponent straight out of the ring. To celebrate his victory, he took his shirt off and flung it into the crowd, spurring a movement of girls to start fangirling over him at every turn. They called themselves “The Bullshitters” which was literally the worst name they could think of. Cartman acted like he hated the attention but you could tell he secretly loved it. They followed him everywhere when he wasn’t under the protection of the friend group.
Anyways, by the time Garrison actually got to the topic you were supposed to talk about that day, the lunch bell rang.
You got your lunch from the lunch lady, the group making their usual remarks about how they missed some guy called Chef. You all sat at a table, you taking your place next to Cartman.
After talking for a while, Cartman laughed at something and placed his hand on your thigh. You froze and looked up at him, but he kept talking with the others and didn’t move his hand. You bounced your leg once to try and get him off, he didn’t budge. He gripped a little tighter and rubbed it with his thumb.
You knew you weren’t able to move his wrist, he was one of the strongest kids in school, so you just accepted your fate and kept eating.
Suddenly you noticed a girl walking over wearing a shirt with Cartman’s face on a Bull’s body on it. You groaned.
“Bullshitter, four o’ clock.” You muttered to the occupants of the table. They all turned to look at the girl approaching. Cartman finally took his hand off your thigh so he could stand up.
“I got this, it’s fine guys.” He waited for the girl to fully approach. He hulked over her like a beast. “What do you want? An autograph? Lock of my hair? What.” He crossed his arms, clearly trying to seem intimidating.
“i want bnnbvjvjbmb” she mumbled softly.
“Speak up.” He held his stance.
“I want to have sex with you.” She said, looking him in the eyes. He kept his cool, although you could tell he wanted to laugh in her face.
“No.”
She teared up and tried to punch him in the stomach, but he caught her fist, twisted her arm behind her back, and pushed her on the ground, leaning over her.
“Stay away from me and my friends, you hear me?” He growled into her ear. He glanced at you through his peripheral, making sure you could see his smirk. Almost as if saying ‘wish this was you.’
He let her up and she ran off crying. He sat down like nothing had happened and started eating again. After a second of everyone staring at him, he said, “What? She attacked me.”
They all shrugged and agreed and continued eating until lunch ended.
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After school, Cartman got the attention of the group before you all split up.
“You guys wanna stay over at my place tonight? My mom’s out, probably fucking some guy, and the house is free. I have Zombie Destroyers 4~” he said, a lilt in his voice on the last word.
“Sounds good.” Kyle said.
“Yeah fine with me.” Stan.
“Mhmhmhh!” Kenny mumbled through his hood, you all took it as an ‘absolutely!’.
“Yeah, I’ll ask my mom.” You said, texting her. You got a quick response, a yes. “Yeah I’m good, let’s go. I have extra clothes with me already.”
“Sweet.” Cartman said, mostly directed at you.
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After hours of playing Zombie Destroyers 4, watching badly directed pornos, and gorging yourselves on all the snack cakes and cheesy poofs you could fit in your stomachs, you were exhausted. Everyone except you, Cartman, and Kenny were sleeping. Kenny was still up watching some shitty porno on the living room floor and you were sitting next to Cartman above him on the couch.
Cartman had snaked his arm around your shoulders a long time ago and pulled you close into his chest. You could feel his warmth radiating into your body.
Currently the girl on screen was getting nailed by the guy and moaning like a bitch in heat. Cartman started to breathe heavier, you could feel it on the back of your head. You turned up and looked at him.
“You good?” His stone cold gaze twitched down to meet yours, and you could tell something was up.
“Follow me.” He grunted, yanking you from your seat. You looked back at Kenny, who waved and wiggled his fingers, smirking.
Cartman dragged you all the way up to his room where he threw you onto his bed. He leaned over you and pressed all his body weight into you, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.
“Cartman..?” You wheezed. “What’re you doing..?”
“You have NO idea what you do to me.” He groaned, grinding into you. You whimpered and closed your eyes.
“Please don’t hurt me...” you cried softly. He stopped. He lifted himself off of you and backed away, looking almost scared.
“Hurt you? I- I would never- Jesus Christ y/n what makes you think I would ever hurt you?!” He ran his fingers through his hair.
“Because you’re so big... and like...” you mumbled. You saw the thought run through his head but he didn’t dare say it. “You almost broke that girl’s arm earlier..” You crossed your arms over your chest.
He paced the short length of his room. “Yeah, but, I would never do that to you.” He paused. “Y/n, I dragged you up here to rail you.” You clenched your thighs together under his gaze.
“You don’t actually want to do that, do you? I’m not as pretty as those Bullshitters.” You frowned.
“Y/n, it’s literally taking every bit of strength in my body not to hurl myself at you and go fucking haywire right now. I don’t give a shit about those bitches. Please give me your consent or I’m gonna go throw myself into the snow to keep me from going into a frenzy.” He huffed, his voice strained. He wanted you. Bad.
You slowly uncrossed your arms and spread your legs to him. “Ok.” You whispered. As soon as it clicked in his head that you were saying yes he rushed back over to you and gave you the strongest kiss you’ve ever had. He strung his fingers through your hair to pull you impossibly closer.
“Fuck, y/n, I’ve needed this for so long...” he groaned into your open mouth before resuming his barrage of rough kisses. He moved down to your neck and sucked deep hickeys into your skin, not caring how visible they were.
He quickly lifted your shirt over your head and gave you a sharp toothed smirk once he saw you weren’t wearing a bra.
“Doing my job for me, huh?” He purred.
“I was just trying to be comfy...” you shied away from him, covering your chest. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head on the bed and snarled in your ear.
“No way, cupcake. If you want out, you gotta say... hmm...” he thought for a second. Then he smiled. “Kenny fucking sucks.” You frowned.
“Whyyy?” You whined. “I don’t wanna say that about him.”
“If you want me to stop, that’s what you’ll have to say.” Then he pinched your nipple, spending a bolt of pleasure down your spine. You squeaked and gave him the stink eye. He grinned.
He made his way down to your navel, giving your s/c skin sloppy wet kisses the entire time. He pulled down your pajama pants and underwear at the same time, not being patient at all.
He lifted your legs over his shoulders and sneered up at you. “You ready?” You looked confused.
He stretched his tongue out to its full extent, showing off the little black piercing on the tip, glinting in the light of the moon shining through his window.
You shivered. You had always heard rumors from his hookups about how that piercing enhanced the feeling while he was eating girls out. You often imagined what it felt like, and now you were about to experience it for yourself.
He stretched your folds open and licked a stripe up the middle, hitting your clit with the piece of metal affixed to his tongue. You jumped at the sensation between your legs.
Then, he held you down by your hips and ate you out like you were his favorite fucking meal. Your body shuddered as you tried to keep your scream inside. He shoved a finger inside you and started to curl it towards him, making it harder for you to be quiet.
He maneuvered that little piece of metal around your clit like it was an 11th finger, at the same time pressing into your g-spot with his middle finger as hard as he could.
You arched your back, whimpering and screwing your eyes shut. It felt like heaven, what he was doing to you, yet you knew this act would be looked down upon there.
You grabbed a chunk of his hair and pushed his face in farther, moaning as he went faster. He dug his free hand deep into your hip, anchoring you to the bed so you couldn’t squirm away. You were gonna end up with some crescent-shaped bruises there in the morning.
He entered another finger and you knew you were reaching your end. You groaned and threw your head back.
“M’ close-“ you grunted, clenching your teeth together. He abused your clit, making it sore and sensitive.
The then somehow hit just the right spot, making you writhe underneath him and put both of your hands on his head as he finished you off.
He kept going through your orgasm, and as you tried to pull away he held you to his face. Your eyes rolled into your head and you saw stars. You finally collapsed into his bed. You couldn’t take any more.
“Kenny fucki- ng sucks-!” You choked out, tears from overstimulation streaking down your face. He pulled away immediately.
“Good job, using the safe phrase. You alright?” He asked, petting your head. You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to calm down. You felt like you couldn’t move and yet everything inside you was going insane at the same time.
“Cartman, I knew you had a good tongue but I didn’t know you were THAT good! Who knew you cared so much about your partner’s pleasure?” You said, astonished. He scowled at you.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You just kind of have a reputation for being a selfish asshole...?”
He huffed. “I’ll show you selfish.” He stomped over to his bedroom drawer and rummaged around for something.
After finding it, he came back and sat down on the bed. You heard a belt unbuckle and his zipper unzip, and his pants fell to the floor. You lifted yourself on your elbows to see what he was doing.
He had his cock out and was putting a condom on it. It wasn’t that long, maybe around 5.3 inches or so, but it sure was thick. He was gonna fill you up and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited.
He stood before you and lifted your legs again. He glared sternly down at you.
“Are you ready?” He asked, tapping the inside of your thigh.
“Not really but I doubt you’re gonna let that stop you.” You laid back down, preparing yourself as best you could.
“Damn fucking right.” He rammed himself inside you to punctuate his sentence, making you let out a choked moan. He was just slightly too big for you, stretching you out a little farther than you were used to.
He leaned over you so that his body pressed into you once more but allowing for you to breathe a little better than the first time. You could feel his breaths on your lips as you looked into his eyes. Something felt different this time. More… intimate. You looked down at his lips, back up at his eyes, down at his lips again, and leaned up and closed the gap between you two.
It was a sweet, gentle kiss that you held for a few seconds before he broke it and dropped to your ear. His breaths grew heavy and you could feel his length twitch inside you.
Right. He was still inside you.
He put his lips up close to your ear.
“You are my. fucking. cocksleeve.”
You whimpered, and at that, he fucked into you once more, earning a louder whimper. Again. A louder sound. Again, harder. Again, louder. Cause and effect. He picked up a steady pace, digging his face into your neck and his hands into your hips.
He got harder with every thrust, and it got easier to take his girth, but more difficult to be quiet. You slapped a hand over your mouth to which he immediately grabbed and pinned down by the wrist.
“No. Let them hear. You’re mine now. Let the whole fucking world know, I don’t care. Just make those beautiful fucking noises.” He groaned into your neck, lifting your hips with his remaining hand so he could angle his dick deeper.
“Oh, fuck it!” You exclaimed, finally wrapping your legs around his waist to get as close to him as possible. “Cartman~” you moaned, grabbing on to his hair with your free hand.
His pace slowed and he growled. “Say my name.” You whined from the lack of friction.
“Cartman.” You said again. He groaned.
“No dumbass, my other name.”
You were confused. “The Bull?”
“Eric! My name is fucking Eric!” He snarled, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, fucking into you at a manic pace.
You shrieked, your fingers opening and closing, grabbing at nothing. “Eric! Fuck, Eric! Oh fffffuck~” your moans grew louder. Tears started to stream down your face, you were so fucking overstimulated. You were so close, and he was not. Your eyes were cloudy and you couldn’t see anything, but you could tell he leaned closer again. He started to kiss the tears off your cheeks, all while railing you like an animal. It felt so… good.
“Ngh, Eric…” You moaned, clenching your fists. You could feel the knot building up in your stomach. “M’so close- FUCKNH~” you screwed your eyes shut and the tie broke. He fucked you through it, keeping his pace up. His cock stretched your walls deliciously, even as your orgasm threatened to push him out. He shifted a hand back down to your hip and gripped it tightly, holding you in place.
You were so fucking blissed out at this point. Stars danced in your vision, distracting you while Eric used you as his personal fleshlight. He pulled out at one point, flipping you over and pulling you to the edge of the bed.
When he reentered, it brought you back to consciousness a little bit. You turned your head enough so you could see his face, and he made eye contact with you. “M’tired..” you whined, clutching at the bedsheets. He continued to fuck you, but the look he gave you was a gentle one.
“I know. Almost done.” His voice sounded a bit strained, so you believed him. Your thighs were wet with your own arousal, the sounds of skin on skin filled the room for the longest time.
It suddenly felt like he had some kind of energy boost, and he rammed into you as hard as he possibly could. It felt like he was in your stomach, and it was delectable.
He grabbed your shoulders and slammed you onto his cock over and over, making you release guttural moans that were sure to be heard by the others downstairs.
You came once more, electricity shooting across every nerve in your body. Every sense was alight. Your skin felt so cold but so hot at the same time.
His grip on your shoulders loosened.
He leaned over you one last time, encapsulating you in his arms as if he was protecting you. He gave a few more hard thrusts. “Fucking. Mine.” And he stilled. His hot breath felt heavy on the nape of your neck. He didn’t move.
“Yours.” You whispered.
That finally caused him to stir, kissing your neck, down to your back, before unwrapping you from his arms and pulling out. You heard him dispose of the condom before returning and flipping you over. You sat up slightly so you could see him.
He looked so… ethereal. His hair framed his face, two locks coming down in the middle just like you liked it. You guessed you looked worse, and rubbed your eyes with a sore wrist. You laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. You were so blissed out you could barely think.
“Fucked ya stupid, didn’t I?”
You didn’t answer.
He sighed and stepped over to get something, before pressing the cloth of your panties to the base of your legs. He helped you into them before sitting you up.
“Arms up.” You complied, lifting your arms over your head. A shirt three times your size was placed onto your figure, and your foggy brain managed to compute that it was his shirt.
He put on his own clothes and tried to help you stand. Your knees wobbled like crazy, but eventually he got you to walk with his aid.
You went back downstairs to, no surprise, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all awake and staring at you two. Kyle’s mouth was agape as his eyes searched your sex-riddled figure, while Kenny just smirked at Eric. Stan glared at you both.
“Jesus Christ, Cartman, what did you do to them? You guys look terrible.” Stan huffed, punching his pillow a few times and slamming his head back down into it. “We’re having a talk in the morning.” He grumbled.
Kyle just laid back down, unable to take the sight of you like that when it wasn’t done by him. Cartman led you over to the couch, stepping over his body.
“Can I have a turn with them next, Cartman?” Kenny gave you a cheeky grin as you laid on Eric’s muscular but cushioned chest.
“No.” His voice rumbled throughout your body. “They’re mine now. Isn’t that right?” He asked you, rubbing your back. You hummed and nodded your head, too tired to form words.
“Worth a shot.” Kenny shrugged and went to sleep.
“You do want to keep doing that, right?” Eric whispered to you. You nodded again and snuggled deeper into his chest.
“Mine.” You mumbled. He hummed.
“That’s right. Yours.” He petted your hair gently.
“Will you shut the fuck up?” Stan called.
“Shut up asshole, I’m tryna have a moment here!”
“Fuck you, fatass!”
“Fuck you!”
Eric turned over and enveloped you completely into him. You felt so tired, and finally succumbed to the exhaustion.
This was the best sleepover ever.
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Absolutely gorgeous thank you! :)
If you don't do this with the homies are you even friends?!
FUCK IT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN BEST FRIENDS?!?!?
Art belongs to: @nheystyle
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how did u get into the SP fandom?
YAYAYAYAYYA QUESTION anyways cause I joined early 2023 during peak I lost my dhmis hyper fixation at the time and I was bored and then I found this website where you can watch South Park episodes (I was pirating) and I really like the shows commentary humor and just a lot of things and the fandom I really liked it too of course all fandoms have problematic parts but I'll still enjoy the parts of the fandom I genuinely like!! Thanks for the ask! :3
Interaction would be like to me gang
Damien -Damien I'm the prince of hell from the seventh layer of hell I'm the prince of darkness !
Henrietta - that's kinda goth (I'm picking this from the game)
Micheal - non-conformist seemingly
Pete agreeing with Micheal - being the anti Christ seems so non conformist
Damien - I'm the son of the devil! No need to be non conformist!
do u guys think the goth kids would like damien
did you guys hear about the new candidate (twt)
kyle Broflovski
Valentine's Day Special!
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--Lovey Dovey Special!--
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|Lee - Clyde -- Ler - Tolkien|
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Ships Included - Tyde (Tolkien x Clyde)
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AU - Teenagers, Aged Up
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"Clyde... dearest, what's the matter?" Tolkien sighed, putting his hands on his lovers shoulders.
Clyde was pouting on the couch. They were in their hotel room Tolkien was paying for. They needed a week off from everybody, so they went to one of his dad's friends' hotel. Very expensive, but they got food and other things free.
"Hmph." Clyde pouted with a huff.
"Love, what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?"
"No!" Clyde sat on the couch, shaking Tolkien's hands off
Tolkien stood behind the couch for a minute before putting his hand on his hips. "Are you mad that I didn't get you a teddy bear?"
"..."
"...Clyde."
"Ugh! Yes."
"Wha-- Clyde!"
"No! I got nothin'! No cuddles, kisses? Didn't even get a teddy bear..." Cylde opened his eyes, jumping slightly when Tolkien was in front of him
"Babe... I got you roses, chocolate, the cute little cards that you always adore--" Tolkien smiled, squeezing his boyfriends cheeks
Clyde giggled a little, pushing his hands away. "Nope! Not enough." He crossed his arms again.
"Oh, I'll show you what's enough!" Tolkien picked Clyde up, holding him bridal style, looking at him lovingly as he laughed
"Hehey! Put me down, ya jerk!"
"So I'm a jerk now, huh?!" Tolkien scribbled his fingers up and down Clyde's belly
"EEP-! Aaaaaahahahaha! Dohon't-- hohohohoney!!" Clyde squealed, kicking his legs, trying to shove the taller ones face away
"You think imma stop? I don't think so!" Tolkien was a little stronger, so he gave Clyde kisses on his cheek
"You l-lohove mohohohohonster! Staaahahahahap!!"
"I'm giving you what you wanted, silly! Can't have my dear going unloved!~" Tolkien teased, squeezing Clyde's hips
Clyde let out a shriek. "NAHA-! Bahahahabe! NoooHOOOHOHO!! *hic*"
Tolkien laughed in somewhat disbelief. "No way you still hiccup... that's adorable."
"SHUHUHUHUHUT!"
Tolkien wrapped his arm around Clyde's waist, holding him up as he gently ran a finger up and down Clyde's (socked) foot
"WAHAHAHAHAIT--! *hic* NO-- NOHOHO!!" Clyde shook his head frantically
"Awh... are you too far away to do anything?~" Tolkien teased/taunted, grinning a bit
"YOU-- YOHOHOUOHOU KNOW I CAHAHAHAN'T!!!" Clyde squealed when the back of his knees were targeted
"Always were one to have sensitive legs, huh?~"
Clyde just laughed up a storm, having no answer to that.
"Oh, and my final touch to this love session~" Tolkien stopped, taking a deep breath, then blowing a raspberry on Clyde's belly
He. Fuckin'. Screamed. "NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *hic* NOHOT-- *hic* NOHOHOHOHOT THAAAHAHAHAHAT!! *hic, snort* PLEEEEHEHEHEHEASE!!!" Clyde begged, squirming, kicking, you name it.
Tolkien chuckled and stopped, now just holding Clyde close
"Does that satisfy your attention meter?" Tolkien asked, nuzzling Clyde's cheek
Clyde chuckled with a few pants. "Ye-... yeheah..."
"Wanna go buy that teddy bear?"
"Mhm..."
Tolkien chuckled, "Alright."
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Tolkien thanked the cashier, walking out of the market with Clyde, getting out the teddy bear, giving it to Clyde
Clyde's eyes sparkled and took it with a wide smile and a giggle, hugging it closely
"Happy, amor?"
"Hehe! Yes!"
Tolkien smiled, walked over, tilted Clyde's chin up, and then gave him a soft little kiss
"Happy Valentine's Day.."
Clyde chuckled. "Happy Valetine's Day, jerk..."
❤️End💜
☆Another special! Woo-woo!! I know most of my specials have been South Park/SP lately... I will do other specials besides South Park... I just need an idea to hit. For now, take this, Sunflowers!<3★