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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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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!
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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
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: Stan/Craig, just guys being dude bros, but also hatefucking sorta (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2022-07-29 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)“I’ve got lotion in my locker,” Craig says. “Number 1022. It’s unlocked.”
Fortunately, they’re close to Craig’s locker; Stan doesn’t need to go hunting for it. He opens it up and takes out the little container of lotion, which advertises a lavender scent; Stan is thoroughly amused by this, and it takes all his strength not to comment on it. He unscrews the cap and pours some onto his fingers, and pushes them, clumsily, between Craig’s ass cheeks; Craig hisses, glancing back at him.
“I’ll do it myself if you’re going to suck at this,” he says, and Stan can’t stop himself from looking offended.
“I don’t suck at this. Just - shut up, Craig,” Stan says, feeling like an idiot for his lack of a witty response. “You’re lucky I’m doing this at all.”
“There’s no way in hell you wouldn’t.” Craig says, and Stan doesn’t like how well he has him pegged. He shuts him up by pushing two fingers into him, unceremoniously, and Craig’s head thunks forward against the row of lockers. It makes a metallic thud. Craig’s tight, but if Stan’s fingers hurt him, he doesn’t let it show; his breathing is heavy, but rhythmic. Stan’s knuckles pop past his rim simultaneously, and Craig’s fingers curl. Stan swears he hears the word ‘fuck’.
Stan works his fingers inside of him, pushing and pulling backwards, in a sloppy, awkward thrusting motion; Craig sighs, exasperated, and he lifts his hand, making a motion with it. Stan’s eyebrows knit before he realizes what he means, and he crooks his fingers how Craig demonstrated; his fingertips push against something, and Craig’s moan is loud and obscene. Stan hadn’t realized that he was getting hard again, but by the time he’s squeezed a third finger inside, he’s positively aching. He can tell Craig is, too; his cock is leaking, has been leaking for a while, and he knows they need to get on with this.
“Do you have a—” Stan starts, and Craig cuts him off.
“In my backpack. Smallest pocket on the front.”
Stan pulls his fingers out, leaving Craig open, and returns to his locker. Sure enough, there are a few wrapped condoms in the pocket, and Stan rips one open with his teeth, his fingers slippery from lavender lotion. He rolls it onto his cock and approaches Craig, who hasn’t turned around to look at him; Stan’s relieved by this, because he feels kind of like a moron, his pants halfway to his knees and a condom on his dick.
“You ready?” Stan asks. Craig makes a noise that Stan can’t quite grasp the meaning of. He seems to consider saying something snarky before stopping himself; when he speaks, his voice is breathy and hoarse, like he’s been holding it for a while.
“Yes.” Craig pushes back against him, and Stan doesn’t wait any longer. He guides his tip to Craig’s entrance and pushes in, the lubed condom opening him easily. Stan’s hands start on his waist, but creep upwards to his chest; he finds himself locking his arms around him, keeping his body close. Even through the condom, Stan can feel how warm he is, how tightly his rim grasps at his shaft; he pushes deeper, and Craig chokes out a low sigh. Stan’s noisier, and he pushes his face into Craig’s neck to try and stifle it. He closes his eyes as he sinks deeper, feels his balls push up against Craig’s stretched hole. He feels Craig’s hands fumble against his own, and before he knows it, their hands are interlaced. Craig’s knuckles are white.
Stan knows better than to ask if he’s alright.
He starts to thrust, and Craig’s moan is strangled, wild, animalistic. The position they’re in, Stan’s arms tight around Craig’s body, means Stan can’t fuck him all that deeply, at least not consistently, but he doesn’t let go; as soon as he pushes in again, Craig’s hand tightens on his own, and he feels that it would be a cruelty to let him go. This is the most vulnerable Stan’s ever seen him. He won’t ruin it just for an extra inch.
Stan tries to start off slow, but then Craig grunts and pushes back against him, and he picks up the pace. He fucks him quickly, roughly, trying to set a balance between speed and depth; with time, he finds the perfect pace, the kind that drives both of them absolutely crazy. One of his hands stays on Craig’s chest, but the other one slides down to grasp at his cock; his tip is slick, and jerking him off is easy and smooth. He bucks his hips forward, and Stan follows him, pushing deeper, deeper; Stan can’t see him, but he wishes that he could. He bets Craig’s glad that he can’t.
Stan’s relieved when Craig starts to shake, oddly afraid that he was going to be the one to come first, and he pumps his cock in time with his thrusts; he comes onto someone’s combination lock, and Stan pities whoever it belongs to. He holds on for as long as he can before following Craig’s lead; he bites down on his shoulder as he comes, and Craig doesn’t make any noise of protest, clearly worn out. Stan thought that he would want to pull away the second he was finished, but oddly enough, he doesn’t; instead, he stays pressed right up against him, slowly going flaccid inside of him.
“Alright,” Craig says, after some amount of time; Stan hadn’t counted, or looked at the clock. “Get off of me. You’re sweaty.”
It’s an insult, but it doesn’t sound mean. Stan slowly pulls out of him, realizing that he is sweaty, even more than he was on the field; they both are. Craig’s back is slick with it. Stan chooses to be the bigger person and not point this out, mostly because he’s too worried about removing and tying off the condom, which is rapidly starting to feel gross. He looks around for a trash can, and ends up chucking it to one across the locker room; it bounces against the rim before falling inside.
“Nice,” Craig says. Stan can’t tell if it’s genuine or not, but it feels that way. Maybe Craig is less mean post-sex. Stan likes that idea. He watches him yank up his pants and stumble towards his locker to put his shoes on, in a hurry for once. He pulls on his socks and his shoes, but he doesn’t put on a shirt.
“Do you need to borrow mine?” Stan asks, without thinking. “Uh. My shirt, I mean. I have extra. In case mine gets too dirty to leave with.”
Craig glances back at him, and they’re both silent for a long moment. Stan wonders if he’s broken some unspoken code between the two of them, then wonders why the sex wouldn’t have broken it if it existed. “Yeah,” he says at last, pulling his shirt out of his locker; its smeared with dirt, torn with freshly ripped holes. He folds it up, surprisingly neatly, and jams it in his backpack. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” Stan fishes in the back of his locker, pulling out a crumpled blue t-shirt. It was actually Kyle who suggested he keep the extras, but he doesn’t say that as he hands the shirt to him. It’s probably too short for Craig, too big around the chest, but for once, Craig doesn’t complain. Stan turns away so he isn’t watching as he pulls it on.
“Well,” Craig says, and Stan takes that as a cue that he can look again, unsure why he looked away in the first place. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Stan thinks about telling him to return the shirt, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just nods. “See you,” he says, like they didn’t just fight and then fuck in the middle of the locker room. He reminds himself that what happens here stays here, and feels a little better. “Asshole.” he adds, after a moment, then feels stupid for overcompensating. Fortunately, Craig’s already out the door.
Stan pulls on a t-shirt, turns around, and realizes that Craig’s left him with the cleanup.
“Asshole.” he says again, and this time, he means it.