Smut/oneshots mostly south park, censored(bcz of wattpad)

Kinktober but I'm late|| Stenny smut(repost)

WOOOOOooooo don't remember if anyone liked this one but here

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Stan swallowed hard, clutching his sword in his hand as he made his way past the guards. He'd been asked to see the princess before, but after failing to stop xbox's advancements, he just couldn't help but feel a little anxious. A royal guard guided him there, opening the large door, more like a gate, to reveal the princess on his throne. The guard left, leaving him in front of the most powerful person in the kingdom. It was a large room and it was empty. Nothing but the princess' throne sat there. Despite this, it was pretty, flowers decorating the walls, fancy fabrics and banners above her large throne, her throne that could fit about two full grown people. The tiles on the floor beneath him were clean and white, the walls were tinted pink. Two windows sat on either side of them. They were big and lined with gold. A carpet that started from the entrance led right to the throne, where Princess Kenny sat, head resting on her palm.

"Hello, stan." The princess greeted, his voice muffled by the fabric of his parka. She played with the white skirt of her dress a little bit. A guard stood beside her throne, eyeing him with his eyebrows furrowed.

Stan blinked, his heart racing. "You wanted to see me, your highness?" He asked and bowed. You could barely hear the trembling in his voice.

Kenny paused and sat up, this alone made stan's heart jump. He chewed on his bottom lip, avoiding any eye contact with the princess "Why don't you come closer stan? And set that sword down" She finally said, unzippering her parka enough so her face was visible. Stan gulped.

The princess was said to be adorable and cute by many, but damn could he be terrifying. Stan obliged, leaning his sword by a wall and taking off his helmet, letting loose strands of his black hair fall over his forehead and around his ears. He took just a few steps closer, the sound of his shoes on the hard tile echoing through the empty room.

"Closer," Her voice was soft. Stan stepped closer.

"Closer." She was firm now, making his bottom lip quiver. Stan walked closer until he was right in front of her, by the steps that led up to the throne. Kenny grinned. She ran slender fingers through one of her blonde braids.

Princess kenny inhaled, "Stan," He felt his legs start to tremble at his own name, "If cartman wins, we'll be playing on xbox one's forever. No ps4. No touchpad interface on your controller."

"Yes Princess," He didn't nod, he didn't do anything, he just stared at the floor.

" And you understand that this is partially your fault? If we don't get ps4's, you are partly guilty."

Stan eyed the throne, gold with pink cushion, intricate designs on the material. "Yes princess,"

The room fell silent. Uncomfortably silent with Kenny staring down at him from her throne. "Stan," He started, shifting in his seat. Stan made a little noise in his throat, like that of a whimper. "Look at me." She spoke softly.

Stan looked up hesitantly, meeting his gaze with Kenny's. The princess' eyes were sparkling and calm, but somehow cold and sharp as well. Light than shone from the windows made her highness look more like that of a god than a princess. Stan resisted the urge to break the uncomfortable eye contact, pressing his lips together, fingers fiddling with a loose string on his clothes.