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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!
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- 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!
Mysterion/Kyle, Praise Kink
(Anonymous) 2022-07-21 05:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mysterion/Kyle, Praise Kink
(Anonymous) 2022-07-21 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)"I need help. Someone who can do background checks for me. Do some investigating."
Kyle blanched. He looked around, as though expecting Mysterion to have snuck another vigilante in through his window. When he found none, he was forced to come to terms with what Mysterion was aiming at. "Who, me? Why?"
"Because. You're the smartest kid in school, Kyle." Mysterion is watching him intently. His eyes are light - that's all Kyle can tell, for the exact hues are darkened by his hood and the mask on his face. "You work hard in every class and you always aim to do what's right. I know this about you." Kyle struggles to fight the heat rising to his cheeks. He's being asked to help Mysterion save the world. If he does not want him to reconsider, he has to stop blushing like a school girl at every compliment.
"Fine," he concedes, "I'll help you."
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"That's it, lights out. Goodnight Mysterion!"
The bars rattle as the metal door slides into place, and the ward is plunged into darkness. It's not exactly how he'd planned to celebrate saving the world. Kyle heaves a deep sigh and looks up at the musty popcorn ceiling of his prison cell. He'd started out with the background checks, as requested - and he might have gotten a bit carried away. Unearthing the identities of both Professor Chaos and his little midget sidekick had proved to be an easy feat, as had discovering the location of their secret hideout. When the broadcast had aired, featuring Butters and his meek little threats, Kyle had scoffed and rolled his eyes. This was Professor Chaos? The villain? Mysterion's arch-nemesis? Butters was incapable of hurting a fly, let alone blowing up a hospital. Answering to this threat would surely be a waste of Mysterion's time.
With a few quick key strikes, he intercepted the broadcast. This way no one else would be able to buy into this bullshit and no unnecessary drama would be caused.
As for Professor Chaos... Kyle vowed to take care of it himself. No need to bother Mysterion with this petty little distraction, he'd thought. He'd scrabbled to throw together a makeshit Mysterion costume and set out. Now all he had to show for it was a criminal record and a bruised tailbone. His mom is going to kill him.
"Why did you do that, Kyle."
The raspy voice broke through Kyle's resentful thoughts and his gaze snapped up. Mysterion - the real Mysterion - was glaring at him through the bars of his cell. He knew better than to ask how he'd gotten in despite the only entrance being locked. Mysterion hadn't posed his words as a question, but Kyle still felt obliged to answer him. "Well, you had asked for help," he replied, leaning back against the cold wall of his cell.
"I didn't mean you should dress up and pretend to be me to take the fall!"
Kyle fought against the urge to shrink away from the vigilante's cold rebuttal. "Eh, it's alright," he shrugged, playing it off as no big deal, "I'll be out of here in a few days."
"You really did this for me?" Mysterion's tone was questioning, disbelieving. Kyle looked down at his gloves. There was a loose thread in his left one. He picked at it. "Sure," he replied. "It's not a big deal. I mean. They were going to unmask you."
When he looked back up, he had to stifle a startled yelp, because Mysterion was at the end of his bed, and not on the other side of the bars where he'd been the last time he'd looked up. "How did you-"
"Does that bother you?" Mysterion took a step closer. Kyle held his ground, trying to catch his eyes. "That they would unmask me?"
"Yeah," he replied honestly. Mysterion still wasn't looking at him directly, his line of sight seemingly focused on the zipper of Kyle's jacket, just below his chin.
"Why?"
"Cause, dude," Kyle shrugged again. It no longer felt like he was being reprimanded, yet he still felt sheepish, put on the spot. "You're a hero. You deserve the right to remain unmasked, if that's what you choose. At the very least the people should let you have that."
Mysterion was silent for a good few minutes. His eyes were downcast, thoughtful. Kyle was getting antsy. He jumped when he felt a hand on his ankle, the grip gentle.
"You did this for me?" It was Mysterion's usual raspy voice, but it was wavering, bordering on disbelief. It almost sounded familiar. Kyle had to remind himself to stop looking for his friends under Mysterion's hood. He could be respectful, despite his curiosity.
"Of course." Something was happening to Kyle at that moment. It felt like a warmth, slowly building in his middle, threatening to spill out to his limbs. It was similar to the feeling he'd get before a project that would promise him an A+, or after helping his mother put away the dishes. That same anticipation, mixed with an odd sense of arousal, which he could only blame on the trail that Mysterion's hand was making up towards his thighs.
"You like to overachieve, don't you." Once again, it wasn't a question. Mysterion placed one knee on the bed, between Kyle's thighs, which had fallen open in his surprise. "I tell you to grab a flower and you plant a whole damn garden. Why is that, I wonder?"
"I, uh." Kyle was rendered speechless, more so when Mysterion reached out and pulled his ushanka clear off his head. He tossed it aside, his gaze never leaving Kyle's now that their eyes had finally met. They were blue.
"I think it's cause you're such a good boy." Kyle's breath hitched in his throat at the words, and Mysterion was quick to notice. "Is that it? Is it because you wanted to be good for me?" His tone is soft, teasing. A part in the corner of Kyle's brain is screaming of the familiarity, but he pushes it away. "Well, you have. You've been so good, Kyle, saving my dignity like that. So good."
Gloved hands bury themselves in his curls and Kyle whimpers. He hadn't recalled ever feeling so turned on in his life. Mysterion yanks his head back, climbing onto the bed on his knees and essentially pinning Kyle to the wall. His lips ghost over Kyle's parted ones. His breath smells like mint.
"Good boys get rewards, don't they?" He must know the effect this is having on Kyle. His hips twitch, desperate to rub his growing bulge against Mysterion's knee, which is right there, but Kyle is a good boy, won't move unless instructed otherwise. A keen escapes him when Mysterion finally presses their lips together. He kisses back eagerly.
They make out with fervor for what felt like hours. Mysterion finally, finally presses his knee between Kyle's, who breaks their kiss with a gasp. He squirms between Mysterion and the wall of his cell, unable and unwilling to move away from the intense friction between his legs. "Please," he yelps at the feeling of teeth against his neck. "Mysterion -"
"Shh." The hand that was previously buried in Kyle's curls moves to hold his shoulder, pushing him to lay face down on the fragile bed. "Good boys don't ask for rewards. They're rewarded. You're a good boy, Kyle, aren't you?"
"Oh," he whimpered in response. That warm feeling was overwhelming now, almost entirely made of arousal at this point. He wanted to be good for Mysterion, all this time. He glances over his shoulder, watches Mysterion step out of his tights. The sight is almost too much to bear, and he's scared he'll get an eyeful of colored pubes to give away Mysterion's identity, so he snaps his gaze right back to the wall in front of him.
"See? I don't even have to tell you not to look!" Mysterion sounds gleeful. Kyle is so used to hearing him rasp and grumble, can't make sense of the change. Hands grip at his hip to pull down his pants and he can't make much sense of anything else, either. He raises his hips, unprompted, to help Mysterion slide his pants off and onto the floor.
"So, so good. You're so good for me, Kyle." Kyle's hands are covering his red face, and he jolts when he hears a clack of something uncapping - lube? Where had Mysterion gotten lube? Does he really carry it in that utility belt of his? But then slick fingers are circling his hole and he has to remember how to breathe.
"Good boy, Kyle. Look at you taking that like a champ." 'That' happens to be Mysterion's finger, slipping in up to its knuckle. Kyle had never seen Mysterion's hands without gloves, and he tries to imagine them using muscle memory, the shape and length of knobby fingers and short fingernails. A second finger joins the first, and he finds himself fidgeting. "It hurts," he groans, and they still. The bed creaks and something warm ghosts along the back of his neck - Mysterion's lips - as he gives him a moment to adjust. "You're almost there, Kyle," he coos, right by Kyle's ear, and his nerve receptors are on fire. "Will it help if I turn you on a little more? You like it right here, don't you?" He laps Kyle's earlobe into his mouth and a moan tears out of his throat. "Mmh, sensitive. So cute. You're beautiful, Kyle."
Kyle had never been praised so much in one go, and it's going straight to his dick, which is leaking against the cheap sheets. He bears back down on Mysterion's fingers, and he scissors them, twisting them around inside.
"I'm looking for your reward right now," he murmurs against Kyle's clothed shoulder blades. "It should be somewhere around -" He's interrupted by Kyle's yelp, a knee-jerk response to the fingers brushing against his previously undiscovered prostate gland. "Ah, there we go!" He continues to whisper against Kyle's skin, and he can't hear, can't focus on anything except that spot and how it tears him apart when Mysterion continuously targets it, alternating between teasing brushes and firm presses of his fingers. It's a wonder no guard has come to check up on them. Kyle is only too aware of the embarrassing sounds he's making, moans that cater off into yelps and end in stuttered whining. Mysterion's fingers slow to a halt inside him, still pressed against Kyle's prostate. Kyle shivers with the effort of keeping from fucking himself on those fingers. "Tell you what," Mysterion says, sounding way too cheerful, "You've been such a good boy, so I'll let you choose your own reward. Do you want to come like this?" His fingers twitch, and Kyle yelps, "Or do you want my cock?"
"Oh," Kyle keens, feels like he could sob. "You're - you're letting me decide?"
"Of course." Mysterion's free hand comes up to brush Kyle's curls behind his ear. "You deserve this."
Kyle whimpers. With increasing difficulty, he struggles to pull himself higher up on the bed, away from Mysterion's fingers. "Cock," he answers, quiet. The fingers slip out, leaving him feeling too empty, and Mysterion's head comes to rest on his shoulder. "You want it in you?" He asks. He sounds amused. "You have to ask a little louder. I can't really hear you."
Kyle grits his teeth. As if he needs another reminder as to how desperate he is for this vigilante's cock. "Yes," he concedes finally. The urge to win Mysterion's praise once more triumphs over his own humility. He moves to sit up on his hands and knees. "I want you to fuck me."
"So decisive! That's my Kyle." Something in Kyle throbs painfully at that. It's not just his dick. "That's my good, good Kyle." He nibbles at Kyle's exposed neck for a moment before pulling back, positioned on his knees and slicking up his cock with more lube. He lines himself up at Kyle's entrance and holds his cheeks apart as he pushes in, slowly, just past the head. Kyle gasps, his head hanging as he struggles to get used to the foreign sensation. Sweat drips from his forehead, dotting the sheets with dark spots. Mysterion gives him time to adjust, releasing his ass in favor of holding Kyle up by his hips. "You're doing so well," he breathes. Kyle is kind of relieved that he sounds a bit winded. It gives a bit of vulnerability to his stoic vigilante persona that he comes to appreciate. "I'm gonna keep going, okay?"
Kyle nods, is rewarded with Mysterion's lips on his neck once more as he pushes in until he's buried in him to the hilt. He starts off with shallow thrusts, slowly becoming deeper, faster, both of them sweating through their clothes as their bare lower halves slap together. Kyle feels a jolt as Mysterion's cock just misses his prostate, and wiggles his ass around, desperately trying to redirect him. Fingers dig into his hip and he's held in place, but Mysterion has found that spot and he's hammering into it mercilessly. Kyle screams. It's so much better and so much worse than the fingers were. Mysterion growls in his ear, praising him, tells him how well he's taking his cock. The growing warmth in his groin wins, and Kyle comes harder than he ever has before, cock untouched. "Kenny!" he cries, and Mysterion curses behind him, hammers into him until Kyle can feel his orgasm shaking through them both.
They're quiet in the aftermath. Mysterion pulls out, and the feeling is disgusting, but not as bone chilling as the look he is shooting him as Kyle recovers his bearings.
"What did you just call me?"
Re: Mysterion/Kyle, Praise Kink
(Anonymous) 2022-07-21 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Mysterion/Kyle, Praise Kink