AHHHHH THAT'Z FUCKING CRAZY

AHHHHH THAT'Z FUCKING CRAZY😨

thiz iz not what i waz expecting when i went to check out your blog😭🙏

i wrote this for a friend

The door to the janitor's closet creaked open, revealing a space barely large enough for two people to stand side by side. A dim light bulb flickered overhead, casting a weak yellow glow over the dusty mops and rusty buckets. Laughter echoed down the hallway, growing distant as the door swung shut, leaving them shrouded in near darkness. The scent of lemon-scented cleaner mingled with the faint aroma of stale popcorn and the unmistakable musk of desire.

Phillip Pirrup, the soft-spoken British exchange student, had found a temporary refuge from the schoolyard taunts in the arms of a fellow student, Leylan. His heart raced as he leaned her against the cold, cinderblock wall, his hands exploring the contours of her body with a mix of curiosity and urgency. She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded with lust, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. The air between them grew thick with anticipation as they kissed, their teeth clashing briefly before settling into a rhythm that sent shivers down their spines.

Pip's hands slid under her shirt, his fingertips tracing the lines of her bra, teasing her sensitive skin. Leylan's hands weren't idle either; they roamed over his shoulders, down his back, and finally settled on the waistband of his trousers. The sound of their clothing rustling was a stark contrast to the silence outside the closet door. With a flick of her wrist, she unbuckled his belt, the metal clanking against the metal shelving, and he sucked in a breath as she unzipped him. His arousal was palpable, straining against the fabric of his boxers.

Their kiss grew more fervent as she reached into his pants, wrapping her hand around his firm length. He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily at her touch. The closet was their clandestine sanctuary, where they could indulge in their secret desires without fear of the cruel eyes of their classmates. The walls felt like they were closing in around them, heightening the intensity of their encounter.

With a swift motion, Pip lifted Leylan, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the wall. She bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan as he ground his hips into hers. The roughness of his movements sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel the wetness building between her thighs. He pulled away from her briefly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was a hunger that matched his own.

"Pip," she whispered, her voice needy and urgent. "Now."

Her words were all the encouragement he needed. He lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breasts to the stale air of the closet. He kissed and nibbled his way down her neck, leaving a trail of fire across her pale skin. Leylan arched her back, pushing herself closer to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. He reached behind her, unclipping her bra with a quick flick of his thumbs. It fell to the floor, forgotten amidst the chaos of their passion.

He stepped back just enough to pull down her skirt and panties, leaving her fully exposed. His eyes roved over her, drinking in the sight of her bare flesh, the curves of her hips and the softness of her belly. She was a vision, and he couldn't wait to claim her. He stepped closer again, aligning their bodies, the tip of his cock brushing against her. They both moaned, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through them.

With a gentle push, he entered her, filling her up in one smooth stroke. The closet was silent except for the slap of their skin and the quiet whimpers that escaped her lips. He held her tightly, supporting her weight as he began to move, his hips driving into hers with a steady, powerful rhythm. She felt herself stretch around him, her body adjusting to the intrusion, her muscles tightening with every thrust.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders as she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her was overwhelming, sending ripples of pleasure through her core. The roughness of the wall against her back and the cold metal shelves pressing into her thighs only served to enhance the heat building between her legs.

THATS IT.

BAHHAHAHA ILY POOKIE SEE U TMR!!!!!

i will come bearing gifts that just so happen to be ripped out of my notebook

i’m going to strangle you/pos

I'M OKAY WITH THAT.

WHOOP WHOOP!!!

AHHHH ICP WOAHHHHHHH 😻

YESS ICP WHOOP WHOOP

Quick question, why do you put ‘z’ when replacing the s in words? It’s vry confusing and difficult to read for someone with a reading disability.

I thought it would be silly, and I don't do it in my writing or when being serious so I, personally, don't see it as a big problem because it's not a part of what I truly want people to be able to read. The main reason is it matched my username so I thought it would be fine. I don't know if I'll continue, but I'm sorry if it was hard to read the notes I left for Moon and the warnings in my headcanons or if you saw my intro posts or requests.

zo unmotivated

az of recently, i’ve been feeling zozozozo unmotivated with both my writing and drawing. it might be becauze my zchool haz ztarted back up, and GOD did i abzolutely fuck up. anywayz… I’ll probably not talk abt it unlezz zomeone wantz to hear abt my firzt two dayz

anywayz, have zome of my thingz i’m never gonna fully publizh and zneak peekz‼️‼️

theze r zome of the zneak peekz and a piece i’m rlly azhamed of

thiz iz for me and my friendz webcomic, thiz will not be hiz final dezign zo i feel comfortable enough with pozting thiz

i drew zomeone in the zerver i waz in cauze they drew me >^<, and i’m rlly proud of it (tyzm pickle if u’re zeeing thiz‼️‼️)

more zneak peekz cauze i need thingz to pozt

wooahhhhh ion think i've come acrozz an account that primarily writez for eric that'z honeztly zo cool😻

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Hello all! Before I continue, I'd like to state that this blog is 18+ in every aspect. Nobody under the age of 18 may follow/interact with me, nor will I post content involving minors. All characters depicted are aged to at LEAST 18.

IF YOU ARE 18+, PROCEED !

With that out of the way, let's start!

My name is Eric, and I use he/they/she pronouns. I am 24 years old! I write for South Park, and mainly enjoy writing about Cartman. I will not write anything involving minors/animals/Incest. Besides those three things, I can write anything else! I take requests for x reader, character x character, and stuff like that! I also do headcanons! Just make sure your request is as clear as possible! I can write for fem, masc, or nb reader!

I typically write the characters as 20+, they will never be under the age of 18.

My fav characters to write are Eric, Wendy, and Kyle. I'd be SO biased if you submitted a request with any of them, but I'll do any characters, really.

When it comes to requesting, please make sure to explicitly state any themes you want involved! If you only have a rough idea of what you want, that's alright, but expect me to take a few creative liberties to bridge the gaps! Detailed requests are encouraged, and will probably get done faster!

ALSO I am down to do writing trades if anyone is interested in that.

Anyways, thank you for reading! My requests are open at any time. 💙