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

REPOST Shoot me||Stenny smut

I have SO much requests to do SO SORRY if they take long ;-; lets get all the reposts out now from my deleted fic bcz I been stalling an so I can do otha shit

IM ALMOST FNSHED WITH ONE RQUEST SO JUS HOL UP

(Requests paused. U can still leave them but don't expect me to even start on em in a lil bit)

KILNEDIJCNOWNNJCRMEEEEE IDK what possessed me to write this in 2023 but it did. It was pretty silly funny ig.

WARNINGGGG:::: GUNplay(consensual duh) dominznt stan kinda--- the gun aint actually loaded guyzzz

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"No."

The metal was cold in his slightly tremoring hands, heavier than it looked, but still light nonetheless.

"No, I can't. I can't do this dude," Stan sighed, holding the gun away from himself.

Kenny stepped towards him, "Stan," His voice was muffled by his parka's hood, "It's fine. I will be okay, I promise,"

"You said it was loaded. Kenny, I've never topped or anything, this is a big step." He eyed the pistol, turning and twisting it so he could examine it more efficiently, tracing his fingers over the detailed piece of metal.

The blonde sighed, though you could barely hear it through the thick fabric, "You'll do ok Stan," He reassured.

Stan sighed as he gripped the gun loosely, holding it down by his side, "I can't. I don't know." He shook his head.

Kenny nodded quietly, "Whatever dude, it's fine."

It was dark out. Almost no light shone through the windows but the brightest stars and the moon, and even then, when the lights were dimmer than ever, he could see Kenny's blue eyes peering up at him, innocently like they always had. How someone, almost significantly shorter than him could overpower him, make him submit so quickly was beyond him, but it would change. With a deep inhale he cocked the gun, holding the grip in his hands, finger hovering over the trigger; he aimed it towards the back of Kenny's head as he was walking slowly away.

"I didn't say you could move." Stan hoped he didn't notice the trembling in his voice. There it was, the act had been started, and he was the one leading it.

The blonde turned slowly, staring down the barrel of the pistol aimed right between his eyes. His heart leaped up to his throat.

There was an apparent smile on Kenny's face, though you couldn't see his lips. His eyes said all that needed to be known. "You gonna pull the trigger?" He questioned, holding his hands up.

"Not if you listen." His heart was pounding so loudly he could hear it in his ears, rattling his bones, but his face remained calm and assertive. He strolled towards him, shoes tapping with each step. They were just barely quieter than a thud. Kenny was backed up until his feet hit the couch, and Stan was towering over him with the gun still threateningly aimed right at him.