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south_park_kink_meme) wrote2022-07-20 03:24 pm
south_park_kink_meme) wrote2022-07-20 03:24 pm
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: one-sided Bunny, stalking
(Anonymous) 2022-10-14 06:22 am (UTC)(link)Their love is a funny thing. Kenny doesn’t always know how to be a gentleman, but Butters forgives him. You know, Butters isn’t perfect either. He’s not always patient with his love. Sometimes he has to teach Kenny a lesson and he’s not as good at discipline as his father.
He got a job at the Tweaks’ coffee shop last year. Lazy old Tweek decided he was too good to work there anymore, something about wasting his whole childhood. Well, Butters wasn’t too good for it. When his father found out there was an opening, he’d marched him right up to the counter and told Mr. Tweak that Butters was the perfect “void filler,” whatever that was supposed to mean. And so Butters worked and worked, all alone, and he got real skinny those couple of months.
Turns out there was something in the coffee, but that wasn’t Butters’ fault. He couldn’t have known that. Kenny was the one doing the drop-offs of the “special” ingredient. That’s what Mr. Tweak called it. After it all came out, his father called it “crank.”
Butters was putting a little something extra in the coffees that Kenny would take to go after he’d drop off that dirty old crank. That was his mistake. The coffees weren’t for Kenny—he was bringing them to Tweek.
It only took a week til Tweek had a myocardial infarction and had to be taken out of school on a stretcher. It got out they’d found Thorazine in his blood along with methamphetamine, and everyone knew Butters took Thorazine ever since Stan peeped in his bag without asking sophomore year.
The policemen were so mean to Butters, but they couldn’t pin it on him. He insisted the Tweaks must have been stealing his Thorazine and crushing them up into Tweek’s coffees. You know, maybe as some type of revenge for him leaving. Why, they had a history of that sort of thing, didn’t they?
Craig beat him up real bad after that got out. See, Butters knows Kenny loves him because he made Craig stop beating up on him. Sure, he’d said, “He’s not worth it, dude,” and, “Who’s gonna be there for Tweek if you’re in prison?” but that’s only because Butters’ sweetheart is a real smart fella and always knows just what to say.
Kenny knew Butters hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, they wouldn’t have even found out Tweek was addicted to meth if Butters hadn’t done what he did. He wouldn’t have had to punish Kenny like that but they’d finally made love the month before. He’d taken his virginity! That meant they were real serious. They were practically going steady, and Kenny hurt him bad. He’d done it on purpose, Butters was sure of it. He was scared of how big Butters’ love was. But Kenny was special and he deserved a big love like that. Only Butters could love him as much as he deserved.
It was at a party at Clyde’s house. Kenny was so sweet to him, touching up on him, telling him he didn’t want Craig to see. Well, Butters could understand that. Even at seventeen, Craig was a mean old man. Butters didn’t want Craig watching either. After they went into Clyde’s older sister’s room and Kenny began deflowering Butters, he’d moaned real pretty and said, “You’re always so tight,” which was probably true but he wasn’t sure how Kenny could know that. He’d never put his fingers up there before. Only Butters did that for his suppositories, and Eric that one time. Well, maybe they’d talked, he figured.
The next morning, Kenny had gotten scared and lashed out at Butters, lied to him to try to scare him away from loving Kenny. But Butters was no dummy. He knew what was going on. There was no way Kenny thought he was Tweek. Their love-making was too personal, too passionate. Tweek was an ugly old skeleton who would only ever love that jerk Craig. Why the heck would Kenny want someone like that?
It was a magical night, boy howdy! No matter how much Kenny tries to deny it, and fool around with his cheap skanks, Butters knows it meant something. As he crosses the tracks and crouches into his usual spot in the flowerbed, he knows no one else would have the dedication he has to making an honest man out of Kenny.
It’s Bebe tonight. He can tell by the little red 1992 Mazda Miata in the driveway and the blonde curls bouncing against her breasts as she rides Butters’ soulmate backwards cowboy style. He can’t see their faces behind the curtain so surely they can’t see him. Inspector Butters has had lots of practice spying.
Bebe is always on top and Butters hates it because he can’t see his boyfriend. He pumps his penis up into her and grabs at her stupid flopping bosom and above her vagina and she moans and wriggles around. Butters grits his teeth and digs his nails into his pant legs. He hates that his mother insists on clipping them so short because it would be just swell if he could feel some pain right about now.
It must be Butters' lucky night because they finish up fast. He can hear their lips smacking so darn loud, and they laugh and laugh about what a fun time that was, and then Bebe gets her skanky girl clothes back on and goes on her way. Butters knows from his inspecting that they always smoke marijuana beforehand and she never looks back. He stays very still and resists the urge to mutter "Skank" 'til she's pulled out of the driveway.
“Butters,” Kenny says wearily.
Butters screams and whips his head around. Kenny's standing right in front of him in only his boxers, holding his torn curtain off to the side. It's like he expected Butters to be here and that's impossible, because Inspector Butters was on the case, and he's stealth as all heck.
"Wuh—Kenny? Oh, I, uh—" Butters laughs nervously "—must've gotten lost on my way home! Yes, that's it!"
Kenny sighs. "Butters, I know you watch me fuck like twice a week at this point. What do I gotta do to get you to stop?"
All Butters can hear is the blood pumping fast in his ears, all he sees is red and stupid flopping breasts and the look of regret and disgust on Kenny's face the morning after, and he remembers what he was doing before he came over here, picking up a little something from Jimbo. As if on autopilot, he pulls it from his fleece pocket, leans back and extends his arms, hears a distant "Ah, shit," cocks, aims, and fires.
As Kenny bleeds out on his bedroom floor, he hears, “Oh geez, what have I done?” and the pitter patter of Butters’ feet as he scurries away.
It’s always been a lonely affair, dying the way he does, but being killed by Butters twice a week now, each time the first in Butters’ mind, is lonelier than anything he’s ever known. For most people, death and taxes are the only certainties, but Kenny’s too poor to have to pay taxes. The only certainties in his life are that he will never love Butters, and he can never die.