#𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐒.  Enigma. 21+ ; He/It ; Permeable Membrane Multi-Muse (ocs and canons) ; Non-Selective ; Non-Mutuals Friendly ; Inclusive ; One Word to Multi-Para ; Med Activity ; Feral 24/7

★ ⸻ GENERAL

name : Kenny McCormick

title(s) : Kenny, Poor kid

gender : Genderfluid

age : 27

birthday : April 4

place of birth : Colorado

spoken & understood language(s) : English,

sexual preference : Pansexual, enjoyer of tittieas

occupation(s) : Mechanic

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

eye color : Plum

hair color : Strawberry Blonde

height : 182cm (5'11)

major scars : Top of his head to his navel, right eyebrow

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

color : Lavender

song : Love bites - Def Leppard

food : Strawberry Parfait

drink : Apple cider

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

passed university : No

had sex : yes

had sex in public : yes

gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant : yes

kissed a boy : yes

kissed a girl : yes

gotten tattoos : yes

gotten piercings : yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours : yes

★ ⸻ ARE THEY…

a virgin : no

a cuddler : yes big time

a kisser : yes

scared easily : not really

jealous easily : no

trustworthy : absolutely

dominant : service dom

submissive : (and breedable)

in love : yus uwu

single : usually in an open/lax relationship

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves : yes .n.

thought of suicide : yes

attempted suicide :  no

wanted to kill someone : no

have / had a job : yes

have any fears : yes

★ ⸻ FAMILY

sibling(s) : 

Older Brother: Kevin Younger sister: Karen

parent(s) :

Mother Carol

Father Stuart

children : Verse specific (Teen parents with Cynet)

significant other : Cynet

pet(s) : Opossum named Psychopomp

tagged : @thatonesakudere

Henlo I know im a southpark rper and thats cringe but its just cause Kenny is a big comfort character for me. I write an aged up, heavily headcanoned version of Kenny and almost consider him an OC at this point so check the About, give me a Follow and climb in my Inbox to give the boy some love <3

ref:

This is a personal opinion based on my own tastes mostly so don’t kill me

Birthday Pressies (a whole day late)

Cherry N choco??? It’s like- the two sexiest foods. Cynet had essentially made him an aphrodisiac cake with her OWN TWO HANDS. 

Kenny can’t help thinking theres some implication there, his mind wandering to images of her kneading warm chocolatey dough, (despite that not being how cakes are made-)  her boobs jiggling with unreal physics, (just like one of his animes) cherries are involved too, but Kenny can’t divulge how or where.  That would be a huge invasion of Cynet’s privacy you perv!!!

He balances the precious cargo in his lap (breakfast in bed to boot??) while Birthday Sex plays “gently” in the background. (Wonder what that’s about-) Kenny fingers the cake (literally, there wasn’t a fork in sight and he wasn’t just going to leave it unfingered) digging a cherry out to plot in his mouth.

(Okay, this cake should have come with a choking hazard- Cyn, next time take the seeds out of the cherries before putting them in the cake.)

He doesn’t mind though, watching her fiddle with his lights and then embark on some crazy elaborate dance on her way to the bed. Graceful as an emu and climbing next to him he sexily spits a cherry seed at her cheek and laughs when she laughs (how could he help himself?). He digs a whole hand in the cake and offers her a helping and as crazy horny as it all sounds he’s just really happy to have someone here with him- someone who will remember him come tomorrow- someone who actually gave a shit it was his birthday.

He brushes her hair back with his clean hand and gets all sincere like he does in private.

“Almost? I’d say better, you don’t normally get t’ fuck the cake stripper too and that’s a big bonus with you.” Kenny wastes no time ripping into the snacks, stuffing a whole brownie in his mouth.

He was checking himself over for scars- mostly out of habit. Little white reminders left behind by the more traumatic events. (Sometimes he has to wonder if its more of a mental scar than a physical one)

Nathan’s question pulls him from his search though, has him abandoning is abdomen to toss a wide eyed stare at the other.

“It’s weird havin’ someone remember that.” The statement sort of falls out before he can really grasp what it means to him. Discomfort, embarrassment- he’s actually sort of self conscious about Nathan seeing that. 

There’s nothin hot about being a sidewalk pancake after a nasty tumble, but at least his other friends had the decency to forget about it (or act like it never happened).

“I was bein careful, it’s the fuckin’ builders, they didn’t set the brick right or somethin’ it totally wiggled and I-” He looks up at the distance he just crossed, a good 10 stories, and an attempt to impress Nathan with some stupid stunt. 

Fingers run through his hair, dry and undamaged despite the carnage- looks like they managed to put Humpty together again.