Butters X Cartman Novels & Stories

Carter wouldn't hold it against him. What he hadn't factored in… was Xavier. Still, Nate wasn't scared. Not really. He was Carter's best friend, his brother in everything but blood. And Matty was still standing. No broken bones. No blood spilled. What was the big deal? But Carter's eyes narrowed slightly, catching the lack of remorse in Nate's face. "How do you want to handle this?" he asked, turning to Xavier.

Billy said with that insipid smirk on his face. “Anytime, buddy,” Carter said with a straight face. “It’s a date,” Billy said. He looked at Matt and pointed at him. “And your date is waiting for you on the porch.” He turned to walk out. “See you out there.” He opened the door and went outside, closing the door behind him. This time Carter said what Matt was thinking. “The little shit,” Carter mumbled. Matt proudly gave Carter two hard pats on his back. Carter wanted this guy bad. The only time he cussed was when he was furious. “You'll get him tomorrow, son,” he said and started stepping away from the table.

“What are you doing?” Carter was hunched over his filing cabinet, tootsie roll wrappers in his hand and his mouth filled with tootsie rolls. “Are you… eating tootsie rolls?” “Yesh.” His muffled voice said, filled with tootsie rolls. “Alright-” I grabbed his shoulders and gently pushed him into his swivel chair. I placed my palms over his filled cheeks and stared at the man before me. Carter’s eyes were dilated, his pulse racing against his throat, and his golden eyes burning holes in my chest. I would have made an inappropriate joke if I hadn’t been aware of how close to the surface his wolf was.

"Why is the coffee cold? Don't you know Liana's on her period and wants something warm? What are you standing there for? If she feels sick after drinking it, you're the one I'll hold responsible." I jolted awake, staring straight into the furious face of the butler's son, Lawrence Carter, who was yelling at me at the top of his lungs. He sneered when he saw how startled I was. "Don't look at me like that again. How many times do I have to repeat myself? Liana's the only one I care about. Stop daydreaming about some CEO falling for you. Here, take the black card, buy her a hot one, and don't waste my time."

Derick explained. “But that’s unfair to my brother,” Carter muttered sadly, closing the gap between them. “Can we please stop talking about this?” Derick pouted, causing Carter to smile. “And talk about what?” “What we were going to do before,” Derick answered, playfully smacking Carter’s b*tts, making him moan. “Let’s go,” Carter muttered, biting his lower lip. *** “Do we need to throw a party?” Arthur mumbled tiredly. The whole process he was forced to go through was beginning to stress him out.

He crouched to straighten Adrian's clothes. "Dad, will you make up with her?" Adrian glanced at Lauren. Carter looked over, too. A second later, he frowned. "Your old man isn't going to fall into the same ditch three times." Adrian didn't know what to say. Indeed, it would be the third time. "Behold my cotton candy attack!" Carter's vision suddenly went dark. Then, his face felt hot and sticky. It smelled sweet, too. Lauren kicked him square in the lower back. "And why didn't those falls kill you?"

Mr Schuchter pulled his condom off his shaft and dripped it on her tits. "Look at her," he smiled at Mr Barton as he put his boxers and pants back on. "Covered in our cum. You can't ask for a better slut than that." "She's a wonderful cock slut," agreed Mr Barton and held the door open for his friend as they got ready to leave. He turned around and looked at Carla. "You might want to clean up before you leave. We'll see you soon, babe!"

Austin pointed out. “Oh, but not when she has a lot to gain by obeying my wishes, as do you, for that matter.” Mr. Carter replied, bursting into a raucous laughter that quickly turned into a coughing fit. Christina watched him stonily and wished that the coughing fit would turn into a heart attack and he would die right there and then, while Austin went to get the old man a glass of water from the water dispenser in a corner of the room, an amused smile on his face.

Carter looked at her, clearly betrayed, “You’re not helping, mom.” “Oh, I think I’m helping quite a lot,” She replied with a wink. Carter sighed, turning back to me, “Fine. You can stay. But behave.” I saluted him, “Yes, sir! I promise to be the very model of decorum.” As the meeting resumed, I took a seat, casting mischievous glances at Carter every chance I got. He was clearly on edge, and I couldn’t help but enjoy every minute of it. “So, how did you two lovebirds meet?” Mrs. Lancaster asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

I burst and walked away. He followed me and then pulled me back. "What woman are you talking about?" He inquired "Oh, now are we playing dumb?" I snickered "Just talk and let's get it over with." "The woman at the ice cream stall. She was all over you and you also could not ignore such a beautiful woman, right?" The next thing Carter did was laugh which got me embarrassed and annoyed all over. Because I was saying what was annoying me and all he could do was laugh. Oh, I've had enough of this. I turned to leave but his question stopped me