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South Park Kink Meme

This is a kink meme for South Park. It's fun and easy!

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“Dude, sick!”

Kyle doesn’t look up from what he’s focused on, hand steady as he gets to the end of the equation he’s solving. Stan gets like this sometimes; he’s very easily distracted, and it’s up to Kyle to keep them both in line when they get together to do homework. They take turns at each other’s houses, and today they’re at Tegridy Farms, squished together on the same side of the kitchen table. Stan claims he hates it here, prefers the two of them huddled together on Kyle’s bed back in South Park. Kyle tends to agree - the heady scent of weed was never his favorite, and it’s near impossible to avoid when in the middle of a literal weed farm - but he can’t protest the fact that there are fewer distractions, here. Stan’s mother and sister are both at work, and Randy doesn’t normally linger, too busy with the farm to be much of an inconvenience (thank god). No doubt if they were at the Broflovski residence, Ike would have pestered them until they gave in to play Smash Bros with him, and Sheila would have ticked them off with her incessant hovering. The quiet of the countryside is gratifying in moments such as these.

Kyle also secretly hopes that the more time he spends with Stan at the farm, the less they’ll both hate it. It’s not really working just yet.

“Jesus, gross. Augh.”

Kyle sighs, his concentration finally waning. Stan is looking at something on the kitchen counter, and he knows he won’t hear the end of it until he caves in and plays along. “What is it?”

“Shelly left her Halloween costume out. Check it out.” The chair scrapes along the floor as Stan pushes back and heads over to the counter. Kyle follows him with his gaze, notes that Stan had picked up some kind of headband. “So what?”

“Dude! She wore this to a party! She was like, a sexy cat or something?” Stan gags again, exaggerated, and pretends to shiver. “Why would she leave it laying around like that?” He holds the headband out between his thumb and forefinger, allowing it to dangle between them. It looks like a plain black headband, two black felt ears sewn on with expert Chinese quality. Kyle glances between Stan and the offending headband. “It’s just a headband, dude. It’s not, like, her used condoms or something.”

“Why would you even say that!” Stan would never forgive Kyle if he’d classified that as a shriek, but that is most certainly what it sounds like. He can’t help it - he doubles over in laughter, the incredulous look on Stan’s face succeeding in pulling his thoughts fully away from their calculus homework. The headband is launched at his head, followed closely by Stan, one arm scrabbling to grab it from where it had fallen to the floor while the other tries to catch Kyle’s neck in a headlock. “As punishment for making me think of that, you’re putting on the sexband.”

“Don’t call it a sexband!” Kyle nearly topples out of his chair, grabs at Stan’s arm as he’s pulled away from the table. They tussle together, Stan struggling to hold Kyle down long enough to force the band into his curls and Kyle writhing in his grip. It’s a good thing nobody’s home; they’re laughing loudly, calculus forgotten and some worksheets even slipping off the table and fluttering to the floor. He’ll have to explain those footprints to his teacher tomorrow. Sharon would have certainly reprimanded them for roughhousing indoors.

It’s a close match, but Stan has a few inches on Kyle and his experience as a football player has prepared him for physical confrontations. He uses one leg to tuck both of Kyle’s behind his own, his head stuffed in the crook of his elbow, and tries to slip the band onto his head. “Dude!” Kyle feels winded. It’s got very little to do with how hard he’s laughing and a lot to do with how heady he feels from inhaling Stan’s scent, held against his torso.

It’s been two years since Kyle realized he might like Stan as more than just a friend. At first he’d cursed himself for falling for his childhood best friend (“Such a boring trope,” he’d complained to Kenny once, pouring his heart out over one of their after school cigarette breaks, “could’ve used a bit more spice.”) He disagrees with his past self, now; There is nothing boring about the way his heart throbs when Stan grins at him, and he feels far from bland whenever their gazes collide.

He’s drawn back to reality by the feeling of the band scratching at his scalp, settled in place. Stan has accomplished his goal, and he finally releases Kyle, stepping back to view his handiwork. They’re both panting.

“You’ve fucked up my hair,” Kyle says, just to break the silence. Stan’s eyes find his. The bastard is smirking.

“Get over it, pussy,” he retorts. Kyle reaches for him again, and Stan darts out of reach, laughing. He chases him around the kitchen table, the headband still tight around his ears, and falls for it when Stan feigns right before fleeing left. Stan may be stronger, but Kyle is quick, and being shorter than most of his teammates on the basketball team means he has to work hard to make up for what he lacks in height. He follows him into the living room and throws himself at Stan, tackling him to the carpeted floor. Stan goes down with a grunt.

“Easy, Kitty!” He laughs, twisting so Kyle is straddling his side instead of his back. Kyle snarls down at him, tries to grab his hands. Something hot and kind of painful is twisting deep inside of him, warmth spreading from the tips of his ears and down to his neck. He can’t pinpoint it, which pisses him off. “Don’t call me that!”

“Aww, why?” Stan is a little shit, Kyle decides, and they’re no longer friends, at least not for the duration of this tussle. With one push, Stan has reversed their positions. He catches one of Kyle’s wrists in each of his large hands and presses them to the floor above his head. When he tries to kick him, Stan sits down fully, pinning him to the floor with weight. Now immobilized, Kyle feels a twinge of fear. Not at Stan, god, no. At something else - he doesn’t know what, yet. Something to do with the heat building in his groin, with the odd look in Stan’s eyes.

“You look kinda cute like that,” he says, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world and not the very words that punch the breath out of Kyle’s lungs. “You can’t even see the band in your Jewfro. You just look like you have cat ears.”

“Don’t call me cute.” This feels like an underreaction. Kyle looks up at him, trapped. His brain is working at a snails' pace, trying to make sense of this all. If Stan is picking up on the mood, he doesn’t let on. He’s still grinning. “You don’t usually let me call it a Jewfro,” he notes. Kyle hates him so much right now. “You’re much tamer on your back, aren’t you, Kitty?”

Kyle’s hips cant upward, on their own accord. Stan’s eyes are wide, and for once his expression is unreadable.

Oh. So that’s what that feeling was.

“Dude,” Kyle croaks. The rest of the sentence dies in his throat. Stan is leaning down, and Kyle wants to count his lashes but doesn’t get the chance because Stan’s lips are on his and it’s too much to bear. He gasps into Stan’s mouth, opens up to his tongue eagerly. His hands are still pinned above his head.

Stan sets the pace. He sucks on Kyle’s tongue, pulls back to catch his bottom lip with his teeth. Kyle whines deep in his throat, tries to push back against Stan’s grip and is rewarded with a quick squeeze to his wrists in return. Stan pulls back to grin lazily down at him. “Good Kitty,” He coos, and Kyle gasps, arousal stabbing him like a knife through his gut. “You like it when I call you that?” Stan moves both of Kyle’s wrists to one grip, freeing his other hand to trail down lower. Kyle trembles, the anticipation eating away at him before he feels the soft brush of Stan’s fingers above the fabric of his shorts. “I saw it on you, before.” He teases the bulge there, pressing around it. “You put up a tough front, all hissy, but you’re just a soft little thing deep inside, aren’t you?”

“O-Oh,” Kyle gasps. He doesn’t add anything, doesn’t trust his inner thoughts not to betray him. Stan’s hand is large and impossibly warm, and it stills, still wrapped around his clothed cock, which has grown embarrassingly hard. Stan leans over him, noses behind his ear.

“You wanna come? Beg for it, Kitty.”

Goth!Kyle sucking Stan off https://privatter.net/i/6801581
For u anon >:3

Getting Kyle off without touching his cock - using words, targeting sensitive spots, toys, whatever

this is cool af, ilu anon 🤗

Cartman bends over and Kyle catches a glance that he's secretly wearing panties. He holds it over him, finally having something to make Cartman squirm. Kyle says he'll stop if Cartman shows him the full view. Cartman nervously agrees, and it turns them both on. Kyle fucks Cartman while he's wearing the panties!

Kyle and medical student Rebecca play doctor

Shelley gets revenge on Skyler years later. I want him to cry like a little bitch! Bonus if someone (Cartman?) films it, but not necessarily.

kenny and tweek just fuck as usual but tweek has to pee, kenny convinces to do it on the bed. it becomes a regular occurence that whenever tweek gets horny he needs to pee too.

(chikan is japanese for pervert is a train)
i know there isnt trains in south park, but in an place where there is, craig and tweek are in very very packed train, tweek starts feeling someone molesting him and slipping their fingers inside his pants.

Craig gets transformed to have cat ears, tail and even vocal chords (idk how this would scientifically work sorry); so he can only communicate in meows and the only way to cure him is ... you guessed it!! fucking it out of him!!!

Two less than mentally normative boys figuring things out for the first time.
Focus on their disability is optional but encouraged.

Kyle fights Cartman as he usually does but notices Cartman is embarrassingly enjoying it so he takes advantage of it

Kyle and his dorky cousin touching eachothers up and vaguely rubbing on eachother to get off, no actual sex + Kyle has a vagina

Thad fucks his sad low self-esteem daddy issues friend Thomas, praising him for being a good little slut. Breath play/spitting in his mouth optional. I mean Thomas the younger but if you can slot Thomas Tucker into that role, more power to ya

Dr. McCormick puts that time machine to good use by going back to tap the finest ass in all of history: his own.

The face (+ tits) of her parents' coffee chain, Tweek is abducted by three poor boys hoping to ransom her for fat stacks. The only problem is Richard Tweak is human sewage and won't pay the ransom. The boys grow increasingly frustrated and take it out on Tweek. They (+ Cartman??) film it to try to profit from the situation that way. Bonus for erotomanic Kenny believing they're in love and licking the blood off her tits.

These are things I planned to write for myself but realistically I doubt I'll ever get to since I'm not good at writing. so I'm giving the ideas to you.

Stan + Wendy: (Pegging, femdom, yknow...)
Stan is hyped to lose his virginity with Wendy until he realizes that him and his girlfriend have a very different idea of what their first time was going to be like. He can't help but do whatever Wendy says, though, and let's her fuck him while basically leading him through all the foreplay and everything as he ends up being more shy than he thought. Blah blah blah Stan gets pegged by Wendy and enjoys it.

Craig + Tweek: (Overstimulation, top tweek, whiney Craig, exhibitionism/vouyerism)
-craig and tweek are having a sleepover at Craig's house or something. Thomas is in his own room trying to sleep, but hears shuffling and noises from Craig's room. He's the only one awake other than them. He can't help but feel curious about his son. The parental instinct to make sure your child is safe kicks in and he peeks through the keyhole to see tweek and craig messing around, and tweek teasing Craig and repeatedly driving him to his limits until he unravels. Thomas struggles to come to terms with the fact that his son is the submissive one, because he was hoping that if he had to have a fag son he would at least be the top. He has a moral dilemma about this while basically watching his son get fucked silly.

Clyde + Bebe: (Really hot bimbo x squishy himbo, basically)
Idk what kind of plot, maybe they end up getting a bit too hot and bothered at a party and find a private room to have some fun in. I'd be happy with pretty much anything to be honest. but make Bebe be really into his chubbiness and stupidity while Clyde is a massive simp for Bebe.

●dont feel obliged to do this one,, but if you're feeling creative enough, a fic about Richard and his wife, with Richard talking dirty in metaphors throughout.

(If you need more details or info just ask, I'm not sure how much or how little to describe...)

Wendy and Stan making out or doing some hot stuff. Stan promised Wendy he grew out of his phase in which he vomited every time they kissed, Wendy is secretly disappointed because she's into that though. They keep going anyways and Stan keeps letting out little burps on accident, he tries to pretend nothing happened but Wendy notices and hatches a plan. She keeps kissing him and feeling him up, and his stomach starts churning as his burps get progressively more and more sick sounding, and more difficult for Stan to hide. He keeps slipping in comments like "maybe we should take a break-" but Wendy keeps going. It all builds up until Stan can't hold anything back anymore and pukes on Wendy, he's surprised to find that she isn't upset about it in the slightest.

Eventually someone (any established character, it's up to you) catches them but they keep doing it.

That was hot, hehe

Mercedes being really suggestive and flirty to stan and encouraging him to fuck her hard.

Stan tries to hide his fetish from Kyle but then they're play-fighting or wrestling and he gives himself away somehow. Kyle gives him a footjob, preferably when they're both clothed so Stan cums in his pants.

i dont know whether to put this as necrophilia bc it technically isnt but kenny guilt tripping kyle when he's bleeding out dying to have a Last Fuck not knowing that he'll come back and forget about it. They use blood as lube and Kenny probably cant cum but he dies seeing Kyle's cum mixed with his blood.

Bebe and Henrietta mount Kenny, alternating spots riding his face and dick. They're kissing and talking important woman business while Kenny's gasping for air which, as you may recall, he is canonically into. If he dies, he dies

omega!kyle and alpha!stan but instead of the usual traditional thing, i want stan to actually fight his way to put his dick in kyle, animal-style. they have a slight roughhousing, biting scratching kicking until finally at the peak, kyle lets stan pin him down, bite the nape of his neck and slides his cock into him. the fuck is animalistic too, and stan cums so much it starts drooping out.

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South Park Kink Meme

Re: Stan/Kyle, petplay (1/2)

Re: Stan/Kyle (specifically Jersey!Stan/Goth!Kyle), anything

Stan/Kyle - coming untouched

Re: Craig/Tweek, dragonfucking, size kink, mindfuck (half-literal), dubcon

Kyle/Cartman, panties, blackmail

Kyle/Rebecca medical play

Adult Shelley/Skyler humiliation, torture, penis shaming, degradation, CBT, orgasm denial

Kenny/Tweek, omorashi (aka pee kink)

Craig/Tweek, molesting, noncon, public, chikan

Stan/Craig, cat-like transformation, fuck or die, dubcon

Timmy/Jimmy, first time exploration

Kyle/Cartman, Humiliation, Fighting (Erotic Wrestling)

Kyle/Kyle S. Cuntboy & frotting

Thomas/Thad Jarvis, praise kink, mild degradation

Old man Kenny/young adult Kenny, age gap selfcest

fem!Tweek/Craig/Christophe/Kenny, gang rape, nonconsensual bondage and filming, breast whipping

Multiple

Stan + Wendy | Eructophilia --> Emetophilia

Craig/Tweek public sex

Re: Craig/Tweek, punishment kink (spanking, fingering, facefucking, the whole nine yards)

Stan/Mercedes Being really suggestive

Stan/Kyle - foot fetish

Kenny/Kyle, almost dying? sex, gore, blood

Kenny/Bebe/Henrietta, Threesome, femdom, smothering, erotic asphyxiation

Stan/Kyle, ABO, breeding, possessive, biting, fighting