Kyle X Reader - Tumblr Posts
NAH
YOU DID NOT JUST DROP ANGST
BUT IT SLAYED EVEN THOUGH YOU STOMPED ON MY HEART
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kyle brofl.
short oneshot
note; it was kyle. HAHAhehe I've missed himm
"Is this where go run off to?"
"to get away from you 4 idiots? Yes." Kyle joins you on the roof after carefully climbing the shaky ladder. The ginger scoffs, his lips curling. You feel him inch closer from behind and soon find a spot next to you, you look over your shoulder exhaling smoke from a cigarette you lit up seconds ago.
he meets your gaze but is quickly distracted by the cancer stick, "since when did you smoke?" Kyle raises his brow. You look at the bud then bring it to your dry lips for another inhale.
"I don't, I just wanted an excuse to steal something from my mother." You respond, blandly as you decide to ditch the bitter taste of the stick with a scrunched face. You rub it into the hard surface you are sitting upon and flick it off the roof with your fingers.
the both of you watch the cigarette fall to its death and land on the ground, lifelessly. Kyle stays silent, not questioning your rebellion against your mother
at this point, it was natural for him.
as you continue to peer down at the dead cigarette, his attention is brought to the sky. The once vibrant shade of blue was now a deep orange-cream hue, it was like staring at a breathtaking art piece crafted by only a professional. Kyle gazes into oblivion for a moment then steals a quick glance over at you.
you were now messing with the laces of your dirty shoes, you wrapped the lace around your index finger and then unraveled the lace slowly. Your full attention was solely on messing with the laces of your shoes, you were too in your mind.. too distracted to realize he was staring.
kyle himself hadn't realized the quick 'glance' was now a full-on stare. He couldn't help it though, he loved admiring you. Was it normal for best friends to want to stare at their friend forever? Or was he weird?
he never understood mentally, but that look of profound admiration evident in his verdant eyes when he gazes upon you spoke volumes. It was clear to his friends.. but what about you?
something compelled you to direct your attention toward the presence beside you after being distracted, you weren't sure why but you decided to look anyway. And to your surprise, you were met with the mesmerized ginger already looking at you with a weird look.
It wasn't a WEIRD look but a weird look.
it didn't help you two were already sitting so close too, if you wanted to kiss him you could. One lean and...
you expect him to look away out of embarrassment but he locks eyes with you instead. Unable to escape your captivating eyes, while you, after a slight hesitation, are trapped inside the emerald depths of his gaze.
a feeling was resurfacing back to you, it felt awfully familiar. The lightness of your weight, the nonsense flooding your mind, and the squeamish feeling in your tummy that felt like butterflies were attacking your insides.
the more you looked at him the more you were digging your grave, the more you eyed his lips the more the voices grew, and the more you leaned closer to finally feel his breath fan your lips... the harder it got to contain the secret.
"Kyle I'm moving! I'm– I'm moving out of South Park." You shout out of panic and quickly pull away from him. Kyle leans away as well but slowly as the gears in his mind try to process the almost kiss and your dreadful confession. His brows furrow in disbelief once it finally hits him, you watch him with a guilty expression. It was over.
"what the fuck"
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Kyle b. x Latina! y/n
AGED UP
SUMMARY: kyle was good at every subject, algebra to physics; but there was one class he cannot seem to be good at, no matter how much he stayed after school or missed lunch to study. Spanish was just really hard for him. You on the other hand we’re fluent, born and raised. So Spanish was very easy for you.
warnings: smut! teasing, public sex, handjobs, praising!, degradation! (if you squint perhaps, idk lemme know), dirty talking! sub! kyle? dom! y/n?
(not proof read,, my bad)
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“dude you are really failing Spanish?” Stan questioned, “yeah dude, i don’t know what is wrong with me, I’m good at everything!” Kyle said frustrated. Kyle was worried about his grade in Spanish and it didn’t help that midterm report cards are coming in the mail tomorrow. “Dude what am I going to do!, I cannot fail Spanish and it shows on transcript” Stan and the rest of the boys were thinking. Until butters popped out of nowhere saying, “you can ask y/n! She has an A in Spanish and she’s Latina” he said wiggling his eyebrows.
Y/n… Kyle thought, he did notice you in his 8th Spanish period. He always thought you were cute and funny as well. He blushed on the thought on asking you for tutoring… usually he is the tutor. “Yeah dude, ask y/n she can really help you” Stan agreed. “I don’t know dude, do you think she would want to?” “Are you a fucking idiot? kyel I’m even smarter then that” cartman finally joined the conversation after eating his big ass BLT with just the B. Kyle couldn’t even talk back because he was right, just ask her for help. ‘I need at least a B+ in this upcoming test, fine I’ll ask her later today”
Kyle all day was wondering how would he approach you, ‘ hey can you tutor me?’ no no.. ‘uh hey ! is it cool if you can tutor me?’ nope ‘yo! tutor me’ god no!
8th period rolled around and he entered Ms. Vazquez class, he searched the room for your bright presence. He saw you in the back talking to Wendy, laughing and being pretty. He started walking back to you, “uh hey.. y/n can I ask you something?” “uhh.. yeah sure what’s up Kyle?” He was nervous, why was he nervous around you? “I wanted to ask you if you can tutor me on Spanish? It’s just I’m failing and you’re the only one I know who’s good at spanish and at teaching. So if you wouldn’t mind, I could pay you if you want-” “kyle!” He looked at you shocked “it’s okay! I’ll tutor you. Don’t worry about paying me” you said all sweet
“o-okay! um do you want to meet in the library?” “Yeah sure, If you get there before me pick the table in the back by the window!” “alright-” “atención niños, ya sonó el timbre por favor busquen sus asientos!” Ms. Vazquez exclaimed and class has already started
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kyle hurried to the library, ready to learn. He brought his notes, highlighters and laptop, he was determined to get an A on this test for Spanish. He sat in the table you clearly instructed him to sit at earlier today. He waited there patiently for your arrival. kids were leaving the building and buses were starting to leave. He heard the door open and there you were with your pink backpack holding your keys and your metal water bottle together making them clank around the quiet library. “ahh! There you are, this was exactly the table I was talking about, such a good listener!” She said. The way y/n said it made Kyle shiver a bit.
“okay Kyle let’s start on the last worksheet señorita Vazquez gave us” “oh yeah worksheet 3.5, I have that one!” “Great let’s start on that one to see how much help you need… okay so you basically need to fill in the blanks on the correct Spanish term, the first one is El supermercado esta or estas muy lejos?” “uhh estas?” “no kyle eso no fue correcto, that was not correct” you said now getting visibly closer. “Cmon kyle I know you know this” you said seductively. Your hand now reached his thigh, softly massaging it closer to his crotch. His breath hitched, he started to breath rapidly. Twitching in your touch.
“uhh I- I- I think it’s.. esta?” He stuttered, “si! muy bien!, such a good boy Kyle” you whispered the last part “did you know good boys get rewarded?” You were now softly clutching his dick, feeling it get harder in his tight pants. Kyle started to whimper in your touch. “Next one Kyle, el jarrón está or estaba lleno de agua?” kyle was trying so hard to concentrate on the question, you started to unzip his pants and put your hand on top of his clothed dick, feeling it get big and twitch in your hands. Giving the clothed tip a slight squeeze. “Cmon mi vida, what’s the answer?” You teased him. “Uhh it’s esta” he kept losing focus but if he answered correctly you’d give his cock the attention he desperately wanted. “You’re such a smart boy” you kept rubbing on his now sensitive dick, you finally took him out of his suffocating boxers. Making his hard cock spring up, all red and precum leaking from the cherry red tip. “Now be a good boy for me Kyle and don’t make any noise, because we do not want to get caught.. do we?” You teased, kyle was shaking over how overstimulated he was being, all he did was nod because if he opened his mouth, loud moans and whimpers would escape. “ah uh I need you to use your words querida” using Spanish pet names were really getting him all riled up, all he could muster up was “y-yes” “okay! next question” he looked at you confused and frustrated, “what? I’m here to tutor you Kyle” you smiled innocently leaning over the table on your elbow and now started to stroke Kyle’s big dick
“en el cielo se puede/puedo ver júpiter desde aquí?” you started to increase the stroking speed a bit, he couldn’t focus all he could focus on was the pleasure he was receiving, “kyle what’s the answer?” you started to slow down again, he noticed the slowed friction, “it’s uh puedo” “no that’s incorrect” you took your hand off his dick. “no! please- more- please” he begged in such a slutty matter, your pussy started to throb and soak over his sweet whimpers you caused him,rubbing your legs together trying to ease the the throb in your panties. “you didn’t get it correct, so I’m not going to touch you until you get this next one correct” kyle whimpered, trying to focus on the questions “this one is now different, en que año se independizo finalmente mexico?, I hope you know dates” he knew this one, it was so easy. “1821!” You started stroking him again, “good! Such a smart boy, how would my smart boy like to get rewarded?” You stroked him painfully slow “y-yes please- please touch me” he embarrassingly said. you loved the way you powered over him and complied for his request “ok mi niño, I’ll touch you, only because you’ve been so good for me” You started to stroke his hard cock, rubbing the tip to get him even more harder then what he already is.
Kyle started grilling the table trying so hard not to make any noise, “you like that huh? All tense over my soft hand on your beautiful cock” “what I would do to have your dick in my pretty ,small mouth” you seductively said in his ear. He let one moan escape over the way you’re talking to him. “f-fuck y/n please-” I want you to ask me in Spanish” his brain is all mush “por favor y/n dame mas” “que lindo te vez asi, hecho bolas en mis manos” you pumped him faster, squeezing his tight balls. you felt his dick twitch, you knew he was about to cum. “Y/n I’m about to cum-" “yeah? I want you to cum, fill my hands with your babies” that did it for him, he bite his lip so hard trying not to make any noise, tasting the copper from all the bitting he has been doing. He leaned his head back; feeling the sweat beads and his curly hair stick to his forehead, softly swearing profanities under his breath. “I’m cumming!” He softly spoke, kyle let his load off on your pretty manicured hands. “Fuck baby, had all that cum in there for me huh?” Kyle was too fucked out, head fell on the table trying to catch his breath. He started feeling light-headed, you licked off majority of his cum off your hands, wiping the rest with a make-up remover you had in your backpack.
“I think you will pass the Spanish test, pretty good at it. Don’t know why you’re failing” you teased while collecting your things. You got up and bent behind Kyle. “Next time let’s study in my room, we can do more than handjobs.” You butterfly kissed his neck, kyle leaning to give you access. You giggled and stood straight. “I’ll see you later Kyle”
You left Kyle still strung out on his orgasm he just had in the public library. You walked to the other isle and saw Bebe and Wendy with wide eyes. “that’s how you do it, see you later cabronas” you laughed off to go jerk off to kyles moans you had forever engraved in your brain.
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,,, IRRATIONALLY RATIONAL
TOXIC!KYLE BROFLOVZKI X F!READER
SFW One-zhot!
DIZCLAIMER: zo, i wrote thiz zo long ago for my first ever tumblr account, but then my friendz found that account and i got embarrazzed and deleted the two thingz i wrote for that account. ion think i have the second one on a google doc (it was a kyle and ztan (zeparate) x reader with a zweet tooth (I'll pozt it if i find it)). i just don't want thiz sitting on a google doc that i'm never gonna uze again. zo if you feel like you've read thiz before, i bet you have. p.z., i'm not revizing it zo when i come back i can zee how far i've come with my writing
WARNINGZ: menzionz of alcohol, fighting wordz, no real zolution, angzt with no comfort, the uze of the word 'cunt', implied abusive mom
Anonymous asked:
could you write a toxic Kyle x fem reader 🤔? I've never seen anyone do it I mean he's not all so innocent himself, he's a bit of an ass lmao
I also just came up with this on the spot 😓 !!
I sigh at the rain as it hits my delicate skin harshly. I ran through the streets of South Park trying to cover myself with my school bag, however, it wasn't doing me any good. I was still drenched. My clothes clung to my body as I rushed to my most beloved boyfriend's house, Kyle Broflovski. Of course, I just had been naïve enough to take my mom up on her offer, which was to take me to and pick me up from school, take me to work, pick me back up, and then drive us home. How stupid of me. To even conceive she'll be sober enough to even pick up the fucking phone.
Oh well. It's her loss anyway.
It only takes roughly five minutes of running to make it from Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse to Kyles’ house. His house was rather modest, it looks like any other ordinary house on the block, besides the color. I bolt up the three steps leading up to his front door, almost tripping over the second step with how fast I am moving. When I hop on the third step, I start rapidly banging on the door, my breath staggering out of my mouth.
I watch the door creak open before fully opening, the person on the other side being Kyle, his eyes trailing over my body. His face distorts into one of confusion, “[Name]? Why are you not home?” I lean on the doorframe, my heart pounding from the mad dash.
“Ough ough, I’ll tell you, can I come in first?” I hack through labored breaths, a loud crack coming out from the skyline. He nods and moves aside, making enough room for me to walk through the door. Kyle quietly shuts the door as I stumble into his house. I gave him a small peck on his cheek before he gripped my hand and dragged me through his living room. Ike, Kyle’s younger brother, was sitting on the couch watching McNeil Lehrer Report, which comes on every night at ten. I give him a small wave and he deftly puts his hand in the air dismissively and turns back to the monotone man on the TV.
We quickly make it up to his room, my goosebumps finally catching up with me. The familiar—yet not so welcomed—feeling forming all over. Kyle ushers me into his room, basically shoving me in there.
“Jeez,” I mutter, walking over to his closet and turning to him. I gingerly set my bag on the closet door, hoping nothing got wet on the inside. “Can I borrow some of your clothes?” I ask, going to take a hoodie or two even if he said no.
“Yeah, but why aren’t you home?” Kyle said, a look of disgust coming across his face.
I let out a breathy chuckle, “Yeah,” I cleared my throat, “Long story short. My mom wasn’t picking up the phone, so I just ran over here.” I slide open his closet doors, pick out a black hoodie and gray sweatpants, and throw them on his bed. “God, she’s such a cunt, and not in a good way,” I groan, turning back to face Kyle.
“Well, that’s your fault, isn’t it? Don’t blame your mom for your poor planning.”
“Oh,” I laugh, “I’ve accidentally left a bra here, right?” I ask, just trying to get away from his questions.
“Yeah, it’s in my desk drawer.”
I watch him stride over and pull it out of the top drawer before throwing it on the bed with his clothes. “But seriously,” I yawn, “I’m so fucking pissed she couldn’t even stay sober for one night.”
“Oh, you’ll be fine. You’re just too sensitive, you’ll get over it.”
I tilt my head to the side, my lips slightly parting. I mean, he’s said that before but why does it hurt so fucking bad? “I’m too sensitive…?” I repeated back to him, not knowing what to do. My jaw opens slightly and my eyebrows scrunch together. The pain I feel in my heart went from a dull throb to an unbearable, gnarly stab, coming to me in multiple waves. His words hurt, and I have no idea why.
“Mhm, yeah, you just, I don’t know, overreact to all the small things. Not to mention how forgetful you are.” Kyle lists off. He shrugs as he flops down on his bed. “So, really, you’re just being hypocritical, criticizing your mom like that when you’re just like her.”
My lips turn to a scowl at his words, “I’m not an incompetent, waste of space, alcoholic, believe it or not.” I say, my tone just being perturbed and angry. He sits up and peers into my eyes, his face covered with an “okay, and?” look to it.
This only made me scoff, “I don't even know what to say to you.” I feel tears sting my eyes, the droplets threatening to fall. “You know what, I’m just going to change and then text someone to come take me home. I can’t deal with this right now.” I shake my head, the clothes clinging to my body being uncomfortably tight.
“What?” He laughed, standing back up from the bed. “What the hell did I do?” Kyle asked, throwing his hands in the air.
“If I try to tell you while you’re in whatever mood this is, I’m going to be irrational. So I’ll talk to you in the morning.” I walk over and snatch the clothes off his bed and then to my school bag lying on his closet door.
I hear him scoff, “Yeah, go ahead, run away from your responsibilities like you always do!”
“No Kyle,” I snap, wiping my body toward him, “You know what I’m doing? I’m being responsible and trying to salvage this relationship!” I feel the warm tears streak down my face, but they don’t deter me. “We don’t reason in the heat of the moment. I mean, I can tell you’re irritated right now, that’s why you said that dumb shit.” I cry out, loud, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
I let out an agitated sigh and place my hands on my hips, putting my weight on my right leg. I see his face contort into one of anguish and compunction, while mine, as far as I know, was filled with ire. I turn my back to him and snatch my bag, walking to the door before I pause at the voice behind me.
“I’m sorry…”
GAWD DAMNNN THIS WAS SO GOOD
selective kindness
notes: written as a request from here! it wasn't specified if you wanted the hcs to be romantic or platonic, so i went with a more platonic scenario :)
contains: kenny mccormick x gender neutral reader, craig tucker x gender neutral reader, kyle broflowski x gender neutral reader
characters: kenny, craig, kyle
warnings: n/a
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Most kids found you intimidating, others thought you were straight up weird. Your aggressive nature and snappy comments wasn't out of the ordinary for this school, but that didn't do much to ease the tension the followed wherever you went. It came as more than a shock to find out that you seemed to drop the attitude around...
꒰ kenny. ꒱
kenny doesn't care if you're mean to him or not. he deals with his friends every day, so anything that came out of your mouth couldn't possibly be worse than what he heard at the bus stop every day.
he appreciated you chilling out around him, though! anything that makes his day a little easier is a win in his mind
he feels a little badass when he walks around with you at school. watching you snap on people who come close to you is literally so entertaining to him 💀
he instigates your temper tantrums sometimes
꒰ craig. ꒱
craig was fully ready to drop the most vile insults at you when he was randomly paired with you for a project
that middle finger was locked and ready
but the insults don't come. in fact, you act sweeter when he's in your presence
he tries to test how far your patience will last with him. he does not believe that you if all people should be able to last long without snapping on someone
after a while, you start to grow on him, and he starts to enjoy his time around you! he just wishes you could find a quieter way to express your anger, so that you didn't land yourself in detention so much
“ i'm telling you, just flip 'em off. it says a lot more than yelling. ”
꒰ kyle. ꒱
kyle doesn't know how to feel. on one hand, he would rather not have someone else being an asshole to him at school. on the other hand, this feels like a front
why are you so nice?? did you want something from him??
being around cartman so much makes him very suspicious of your intentions
that doesn't mean he doesn't take advantage of it. in his mind, he would rather make you snap on cartman's ass now than have you snap on himself later
he is very suprised when you actually stick around him. he doesn't mind it though! he really loves having a scary guard dog friend
