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south_park_kink_meme) wrote2022-07-20 03:24 pm
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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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People comment anonymously with their prompts. Then, others write fic or make art based on the prompts and post their creations in response to the original prompt comment below!
Guidelines:
1. Please do not fight about ships or content in your prompts.
2. Hit "Post a new comment" if you'd like to leave a prompt, and hit "Reply to this" beneath the prompt you'd like to fill if you're filling a prompt
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- Got an idea that's SFW or not necessarily centered around kink? Check out the General Prompt Meme!
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Temp Note 7/30/22: I've had to turn on comment screening because of spamming, but prompts have been great otherwise, so keep 'em coming if you got 'em. Comment screening just means I have to hit a button for them to appear. Please see the FAQ post if you have any questions!
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KennyxKyle, Anal beads, semi public sex acts, chess master
(Anonymous) 2022-09-20 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)-
The truth is, Kenny WAS using anal beads, just not for the reason everyone's accusing him of.
Re: KennyxKyle, Anal beads, semi public sex acts, chess master
(Anonymous) 2023-02-06 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44840797
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Kenny McCormick, renowned chess master, walked out of the conference hall alongside Kyle Broflovski, his coach. News reporters swarmed the two as soon as they stepped out of the building, being saved by a handful of security guards that blocked the crowd as they made their way to the car, but of course this didn't stop their questions.
"Mr. McCormick, is it true that you used anal beads to cheat at tonight's tournament?"
"Mr. Broflovski, were you the one that encouraged Mr. McCormick to cheat in the first place, or were you unaware?"
"Mr. McCormick, why did you think using anal beads was a good idea?"
The pair ignored all questions being thrown at them, not even bothering to give them a glance as they entered the nearby parked car. Once inside the two let out sighs of relief, finally having a moment of peace in the midst of this storm they found themselves in. Kenny leaned his head back fully on the head rest, staring up at the ceiling as he fished around for his pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket. He offered one to Kyle, who politely refused, instead cracking the window next to him as Kenny leaned forward to light his cigarette. He leaned back, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke before turning to look at his friend with a lopsided grin, "Well, that could've gone better."
"Oh god." Kyle groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. They were in deep shit. Both of their reputations were tarnished and there's a good chance that both of them would never recover from this. Financially, career-wise, socially; they were fucked. "Hey Ky, once we get back to the hotel, can we take the beads out?" Kenny asked nonchalantly, like his whole life wasn't over and he was now a laughing stock on the internet.
"What do you mean 'we'? You're a big boy, take them out yourself." Kyle huffed as he stared out the window, watching the passing scenery.
"Ugh, you're so mean sometimes Ky, you should really treat your boyfriend with more respect." Kenny flicked his ashes into the car's built-in ashtray, "Besides, this whole thing was your idea, remember."
—
"I dunno Coach, doesn't this seem a bit… dubious?" Kenny struggled to find the word he was thinking about as he was on his knees, ass in the air and head turned to the side as it smooshed against the pillows. "I mean, I'm sure good sportsmanship doesn't condone this type of behavior, especially between coach and athlete."
"You're in no position to be smart right now, McCormick," Kyle dismissed him as he lubed up the electionic anal beads, "also, you're by no definition an athlete, so I'm sure you're fine."
"A man can dream, Kyle." Kenny pouted, making Kyle chuckle as he inserted the beads inside the former. Kenny let out a string of breathy moans as he felt each small ball slide further into his ass, grasping at the sheets beneath him to help tide him over this pleasurable yet still fairly uncomfortable experience. He took a couple breaths once the beads were fully inserted, taking the time to get used to the sensation as Kyle turned to grab something off of the desk behind them, “So, why are we doing this exactly? I mean as much as I enjoy it, I do have a competition in an hour.” his words slowed as realization dawned on him. How could he have been so stupid?! Kenny whipped his head around to face Kyle, seeing him holding a remote in one hand whilst wearing a smug expression.
“Took you long enough,” Kyle pressed a button on the device, causing the beads to vibrate, “I was starting to worry you wouldn’t figure it out.” Kenny’s thighs quaked, his head dropping back onto the bed as he let out a breathy moan. That fucking asshole, he should’ve know that having “good luck” sex before the competition was too good to be true. They’ve never even done that before! His unattended cock wept, painfully hard and so desperate for contact. Kyle’s not that mean, he’ll let him come. Right?
Just as quickly as they started, the vibrations ceased, leaving a quivering, panting Kenny who was seemingly half-way melted into the bed. A still folded pair of boxers and dress pants were thrown at him, smacking him in the face with enough force to snap him back into reality. “Get dressed, we have to leave soon.” Kyle ordered dismissively as he did his own tie in the mirror across the room. Kenny grumbled as he picked up the clothes and got off the bed. He was wrong, Kyle was very mean.
—
"Man, I'm just surprised we made it past security, must've cheaped out on the metal detectors or something." Kenny mused, extinguishing his cigarette. Kyle just stared at the floor in silence, face hot as he realized this whole situation was his fault. He didn’t know why he acted on his horny thoughts today of all days, when in the past he was very good at simply stamping these feelings down until he got home or when he was alone in the shower. Yet Kenny had this way of effortlessly tearing down his barriers, of getting underneath his skin and exposing the whole of Kyle’s being. He was kind of like a cockroach in a way; persistent and seemingly unkillable as he made his home in the dark corners of Kyle’s mind. How Kenny infested his brain, however, was not a valid excuse for what he did. “Ken, I…” Kyle looked up at his partner, “I’m sorry.”
Kenny cocked his head, “For what?”
“For getting us into this situation. I shouldn’t have made you use anal beads during your competition, that wasn’t fair to you. I was only thinking about myself. It was a stupid mistake, and I’m sorry.”
Kenny extended his foot to knock it against Kyle’s own in a comforting gesture, “Hey, don’t sweat it. This was the most fun I’ve had during one of these things, anyways.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, honestly I’m glad this happened, chess was never really my scene. Might as well end it with a bang.”
“Are you sure? You had a pretty good thing going here. What are you going to do after this?”
“Oh don’t worry about me, I’m a man of many talents. All that matters is that you’re with me for the ride.” Kenny reached over and clasped Kyle’s hand. In the years Kyle has known him -from when he first started coaching him- Kenny has always been a mystery; his past unknown and his future uncertain. What Kyle was certain about, was that Kenny was the best thing to ever happen to his mundane, boring life. It was like he had set him free; opening the cage his psyche never realized had trapped it, allowing him to explore the expansive world of flowing blond hair that moved like a field of wheat that waved in the wind and the deep, oceanic expanse of his eyes that would put the Mariana Trench to shame. The freckles that adorned his body would be Kyle’s map, unique constellations pointing the way as he discovered all that this man had to offer. He wouldn’t trade him for the world. Kyle grinned back, grasping the other’s hand tightly, “Oh please, you’re never getting rid of me. We’re in this for life.”
Kenny laughed, “As long as you keep looking at me like you did during the game, I would be set.”
—
Kenny adjusted himself in his seat for the umpteenth time this match. God, why are these chairs so uncomfortable? It also didn’t help that Kyle didn’t let him finish this morning, leaving him almost desperate for any kind of stimulation. He was scootched in as close as he could be to the table, not wanting anyone to notice his raging erection, but looking back on it, he looked suspicious as hell.
His opponent had just finished his turn, moving his rook to 4C and knocking out one of his pawns. Kenny was getting his ass kicked and he knew it, but he couldn’t concentrate as Kyle kept tormenting him. He glanced over to where Kyle was sitting, trying to not make it too obvious because he didn’t want to be called out for cheating or something. Kyle just sat there, one leg crossed over the other with a clipboard in his lap, staring at him with hungry eyes. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, making him momentarily forget the resentments he held for the man. Kyle glanced at the table, then back to him, and Kenny took that as a sign to focus on the game.
Just as he was calculating his next move, the vibrations started again, making him grunt softly as he grabbed the table. The room they were in was sweltering, he felt like he was being cooked alive in his suit as sweat built up on his forehead. He had to make a move, who knows how long he's just been sitting here. His mind was blank as he stared at the board in front of him, unable to think of what to even do, his logical thinking went out the window a long time ago. He was going to kill Kyle after this.
Numbly, he moved his knight to F3 just to make a move. The vibrations stopped once his turn was officially over. After a few moments of recovery, he glanced up and noticed his opponent was eyeing him, "You good?"
"Oh, yeah, I think I ate some bad food this morning." Kenny lied as he weakly waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it, I'm fine." His opponent narrowed his eyes at him, before turning his attention back to the board.
—
"Oh yeah, how could I forget that you're an attention whore." Kyle devilishly smirked as Kenny scooched over to a closer seat, not being one to wear seatbelts. He grabbed the other by the waist, and all but pulled him into his lap, diving into his mouth as he let out a small, delighted gasp. God he’s been wanting to do this all day, watching Kenny unravel right in front of his eyes over the course of several hours was the best thing he ever thought of. Well, not really, but in his lust induced head the idea was so revolutionary he deserved a reward. Luckily for him, his reward was right in front of him, moaning sweetly into his mouth, the familiar taste of nicotine and second hand smoke filling his senses. The two pulled away with heavy pants, thin strings of saliva connecting the two as they panted, not looking away from each other’s eyes. “When we get back, why don’t we finish what we’ve started?” Kyle suggested with a husky voice, rubbing circles into Kenny’s inner thigh; as much as he wanted to shove his dick into Kenny right then and there, he knew as well as any that fucking in your rental car after being exposed for using anal beads to “cheat” wasn’t exactly the brightest idea.
Kenny pouted his swollen lips, “You’re so mean, Ky. You can’t just rile me up like that and expect me to wait.”
“Well then, maybe you’d prefer finishing alone?” Kyle threatened with a devious smile. It was an empty threat, and they both knew it, but the flash of nervousness in Kenny’s eyes only seemed to add to the raging fire in his gut. “That’s what I thought.” Fingers found their way into blond locks, scratching gently at the other’s scalp. They still had a few minutes before they reached the hotel, but Kyle knew it would be worth the wait.