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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!
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
It's traditional to write the fic in the replies, but you can leave external site links too (such AO3 for fic, or privatter for art).
3. Please see this example prompt if you need guidance! Prompts don't have to be elaborate; please just try to give writers/artists enough to work with ^~^
- Here is a list of kinks you may find helpful, and you can search on your own as well
- Got an idea that's SFW or not necessarily centered around kink? Check out the General Prompt Meme!
- Prompts can be filled any number of times; one fill does not close out the prompt!
- There's a kink meme Twitter account that tweets when prompts are filled and shares updates/news, and a tumblr where you can submit prompts as well
- Also a collection on AO3 if you should choose to post there as well and would like to add it. There is an input box for collections when you upload a new work on AO3, and you just type in: SouthParkKinkMeme_DW, and it'll pop up
- Here are some examples of past South Park Kink Memes on Livejournal if you're curious
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!
Please click here for a shortcut to the latest fills and prompts on this post!
There's also an index post with links to all the fills and prompts for easy access!
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
It's traditional to write the fic in the replies, but you can leave external site links too (such AO3 for fic, or privatter for art).
3. Please see this example prompt if you need guidance! Prompts don't have to be elaborate; please just try to give writers/artists enough to work with ^~^
- Here is a list of kinks you may find helpful, and you can search on your own as well
- Got an idea that's SFW or not necessarily centered around kink? Check out the General Prompt Meme!
- Prompts can be filled any number of times; one fill does not close out the prompt!
- There's a kink meme Twitter account that tweets when prompts are filled and shares updates/news, and a tumblr where you can submit prompts as well
- Also a collection on AO3 if you should choose to post there as well and would like to add it. There is an input box for collections when you upload a new work on AO3, and you just type in: SouthParkKinkMeme_DW, and it'll pop up
- Here are some examples of past South Park Kink Memes on Livejournal if you're curious
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!
Please click here for a shortcut to the latest fills and prompts on this post!
There's also an index post with links to all the fills and prompts for easy access!
Re: Butters/Kenny, Knifeplay, Aftercare
(Anonymous) 2022-09-28 02:14 am (UTC)(link)---
Kenny laid tummy up on the bed, fully naked and very erect while Butters was off on the side making his final preparations. Earlier this week, Butters had told him that he wanted to try knifeplay, and, while Kenny was on the fence about it, he agreed to give it a go, willing to try anything once.
What Kenny was hung up on was how he was going to react to the knife. After years and years of dying almost every day, he's found himself a little more than jaded at the thought of death. He was more worried about how Butters would want him to react. Would he be disappointed if he didn't get scared or like a little freaked out? Kenny exhaled through his nose and tugged on his restraints to double check that they were secure, he needed to relax. He was getting worked up over something that hasn't even happened yet.
Butters then came over to the bed and straddled Kenny’s waist, looking down at him with a sweet smile, “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” Kenny smirked. Butters leaned forward, capturing the two in a reassuring kiss in an attempt to quell the nervousness in the air. “What color?” he asked as soon as they parted.
“Green.”
“Alright,” Butters grabbed the kitchen knife from the night stand beside them, “let’s start off slow. I’m going to drag this knife down your chest and stomach, and for every noise you make, I’ll press harder. That sound good?” This was going to be a majority of their night; going slow, asking a lot of questions, testing the murky waters of this unexplored territory. Getting off didn't matter tonight, safety and comfort was the utmost priority. Kenny nodded, "Sounds like a plan."
Of course they sat down and established rules a couple days ago. No knife on his dick, or on his face cause he had work the next morning. No cutting hair, sticking the blade in any hole -premade or man-made-, and the blade had to stay in his vision. He was, however, cool with Butters making threats, and actually cutting him. "You could like, fucking stab me through the hand, I don't mind." Kenny nonchalantly admitted.
"What?! Ken, no!" Butters exclaimed, "Do you want me to do that to you?!"
"Honestly, I would prefer it if you didn't, but in the heat of the moment just know it's cool."
The two also decided that Kenny would have his hands restrained so that neither of them would get hurt. They were prepared, water and a first aid kit on standby in case something went wrong. Everything was ready, they just had to go for it.
Kenny couldn’t help but gasp as the cold knife settled on his chest, feeling the pressure increase slightly as it started to slowly travel down. The sensation was weird, the way he could feel his skin separated by the sharp blade was almost uncomfortable. He shifted slightly as he tried to get used to the blade, which caused Butters to lift the knife away.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Butters mentioned casually as he moved the knife to rest over Kenny’s heart, angling it so the tip pressed in hard but not enough to penetrate, “would be a shame if something were to happen.” Vivid memories of past deaths flashed into Kenny’s head without warning, making him lightly gasp. He knew Butters wouldn’t intentionally kill him, and that he made sure they were being extra safe tonight, but he couldn’t stop himself from bracing, anticipating when the knife would skewer his heart.
A hand cradled Kenny's cheek, bringing his focus back to the man on top of him, "You're getting a little tense, darling. I need you to relax." Kenny took a couple deep breaths, recentering himself; his mind was just playing tricks on him, he was okay. "What color?" Butters asked once Kenny had settled down.
"Green." Kenny replied, he wasn't about to stop because of some bad memories, he was stronger than that.
The knife continued back on its journey, traveling down steadily. His mind was still hooked on showing visions of his past, a new memory popping up at each inch of skin. He tried to keep his breathing steady, tried to focus on Butters, but his eyes were locked onto the blade. He needed to calm down. Yeah, no shit. He really didn't want to fuck this up, he didn't want to let Butters down, but his face felt numb and the knife started to make him feel queasy. With a shaky exhale, he decided to simply look at the ceiling. Out of sight, out of mind.
Turns out that was a horrible idea. He couldn’t breathe as the knife glided across his stomach, fear and dread overwhelming his system. He swore he could feel blood drip down his stomach even though he knew Butters wasn't pressing hard enough for that; the path left by the blade felt as though acid had been poured in it, going from a gentel sting to a painful burn. He could feel the presence of Death looming overhead, waiting patiently to take its claim. It was all in his head, he reminded himself, he just needed to breathe. The edge of the knife snagged ever so slightly on his skin, but it was enough to send his brain haywire.
He was fine. He was fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Butters wouldn't let him die. He was fine. He was fine. The knife was over the spot he got impaled by that tree branch. He was fine. He was fine. He -for some reason- thought that looking back at the blade would help, but just one look was enough to send him over the edge.
He wasn't fine.
“Red! Red, stop!” Kenny cried. Butters immediately pulled the knife away and undid Kenny’s bonds, getting off of him to place the objects back onto the table. Once he was free, Kenny curled in on himself, tears pricked his eyes as the cut stung when he moved. He flinched when a hand was gently placed on his shoulder, only to immediately retract.
"Ken, hun, I need you to look at me." Butters requested in a firm voice. Slowly, Kenny raised his head to look at his lover, who was staring back at him with concern in his eyes. "There you are," he whispered with a loving smile that gave Kenny a sense of security, "I need you to breathe with me, okay? Just like this." Butters helped Kenny through the breathing exercise, taking a couple minutes to fully even out.
Once he was a bit more calm, he reached out and grabbed Butters's wrist, blindly searching with his fingers to find the other's pulse, sighing in relief as he felt the gentle thump of his partner's heartbeat. It was a ritual the two often did, when one of them was having a bad day or scared, they'd listen to the other's pulse to calm them down; Kenny always thought it was ironic that Butters found comfort in listening to something as unreliable as his heart, but he would never complain.
Butters reached over to the night stand with his free hand and handed Kenny a bottle of water, "Can you drink some of this for me, darling?" Kenny looked at the bottle then back at Butters, "Only if you keep holding me, Leo." He was pretty sure he would die if Butters let go of his hand, Death coming back to claim his prize after Kenny was alone.
Butters simply smiled and tightened his grasp just a touch, "I'm not going anywhere." The air got caught in Kenny's throat at the promise, tears filling in his eyes once again. How he landed someone so caring and patient is beyond him, a man who bore the scorn of the universe didn't deserve this angle. Butters wiped the tears from Kenny's eyes, and Kenny couldn't help but lean into the touch. "I'm sorry." He apologized.
Butters looked taken aback, "For what?"
"For getting all panicky earlier, I…" Kenny took a breath, "I've had issues with this type of stuff in the past, but I thought I was over it."
"There's no need to apologize, Ken, I'm not upset. You are my whole world, and one panic attack isn't going to change that." Butters kissed Kenny's tear stained cheeks, making the other chuckle slightly. "Now drink some water so we can cuddle." Butters proposed with a grin.
"Sounds like a plan."
Re: Butters/Kenny, Knifeplay, Aftercare
(Anonymous) 2022-09-28 03:37 am (UTC)(link)