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South Park Kink Meme

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There's a sex scene in their latest movie, a ripoff of Jurassic Park but with dragons. For some reason they're both virgins so they don't know how to write the sex scene. Scott dresses in the Game of Thrones lady wig and Clyde in the dinosaur costume, and they simulate sex for inspo but get really into it. Can be just dry humping, but can be more!

dom top kyle fucks tweek really hard in the locker room and doesn't stop when guys trickle in after a game. maybe they got benched but whatever the reason they're in there, kyle fucking tweek in front of other guys. optional guy or guys joining in. if tweek's so embarrassed he should stop moaning like a whore or shut himself up with a big fat cock..

hi anon! I hope this is what you want. I also posted to ao3 with more proper formatting (italics and such, I'm an italics abuser): https://archiveofourown.org/works/47028340

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Hockey seems to be the only thing that can quell the chaos of Tweek’s mind these days.

Baseball bores him to tears and football has too many starts and stops; basketball makes him want to tear his hair out every time their sneakers squeal against the shiny floor. His school doesn’t host any other sports besides those, unless he wants to give competitive badminton a go. Which he doesn’t.

But hockey is nice. It’s fast, it’s quick, it’s exciting. Players get slammed against the side walls so hard it vibrates the uncomfortable plastic chair he’s in. Sometimes blood splashes against the ice and sends a thrill up Tweek’s spine. He thinks he saw a guy lose a tooth once.

Tweek likes to pretend being here is a show of school spirit, too. It’s not like he engages in extracurricular activities otherwise—he goes to class, he returns to his dorm and ignores his roommate. He also patronizes the on-campus cafe. Does that count? Probably not.

Today Tweek feels he’s not just supporting his school, but also a friend… or whatever he is to him. While it isn’t far-fetched that one of his old classmates from South Park would wind up at his college, he still hadn’t expected it—he certainly wouldn’t seek them out. Imagine his surprise when last week the announcer disappointingly declared “another foul from Broflovski” over the noise of the game. Tweek normally tunes him out, but that commentary buzzed loud and clear in in ears.

Sure enough, when the game ended, Kyle Broflovski was one of the first to rip off his helmet in relief. Broflovski is not a common surname, especially coupled with that fiery red hair. Even from a distance Tweek knew that had to be his old classmate down on the ice.

It’s not a sport he’d ever put Kyle in himself. Tweek recalls him being on the basketball team in high school. He’s tall and lean, too weedy for hockey, Tweek thinks, but then again, what does he know? He couldn’t tell you the rules of the game if you asked, so it goes without saying he can’t describe the body type of an average hockey player.

Kyle is speedy though, and aggressive. He seems to take pleasure in checking his opponents, pinning them against the barrier with surprising strength. It makes Tweek’s fingers twitch to watch, like playing invisible keys on a piano.

There’s about twenty minutes left in the game. Most of the stadium had cleared out once it became obvious their team was going to lose, and badly, leaving only a few bored stragglers and supportive friends—like Tweek.

A man who Tweek can only assume is the coach calls Kyle over to yell at him. Kyle shouts back, as he does, tears off his helmet to show his beet red face, and stalks away from the rink towards the locker room.

He waits a few minutes. And then he follows.

He can’t say why, all he can say is that he’s shocked by how easy it is for him to access said locker room. There’s nobody guarding it, no key card or code he needs to get in, just two doors that lead to a dim room that reeks of musk and artificial snow.

Eh, well, these guys aren’t professionals.

The first thing Tweek hears is a loud metallic bang punctuated by a string of swears that nearly has him climbing out of his skin. He slinks behind the end of a row of lockers, cheek pressed against the cold metal as he listens to the huff of Kyle’s heavy, erratic breathing.

And then silence. They’re both holding their breath now. Tweek hears his heart pounding in his skull. What possessed him to come here again?

“Who’s there?” Kyle calls out, and Tweek wonders if he can hear his heartbeat, too. He grasps his chest as if that will stop the noise no one else can hear.

“I can see your fucking hair, dude. Is that you, Simms?”

Oh. Tweek’s eyes roll up. His messy mane of blond isn’t completely hidden by the lockers, peeking out just enough that Kyle can see him. He hears feet pad against the cement over to him, just barely sees the hand that reaches out to grab him by the hair and pull him into the spotlight before he can reveal himself on his own.

His only thought is how relieved he is that Kyle changed into his street clothes and took his skates off. One of the few topics Tweek researched after going to his first game was ice skate injuries.

“What the fuck?” Kyle drags his head up to get a good look at him, surprise etched on his thick brows, digging creases into his forehead. “Tweek?”

“Ghh—yeah, hi? Kyle?” He lets out a hiss through clenched teeth. Kyle is straining his neck at an uncomfortable angle on top of the hair he’s fisting, though Tweek doesn’t hate it, necessarily. Still hurts though.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, glancing around the locker room for any sign of his teammates. He doesn’t let go.

“I go to school here, too, man!”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in the fucking locker room, dude.”

Tweek supposes he’s right. “I don’t know! I started coming to games a few weeks ago and then last week they said your name and—” Kyle twists his fingers tighter, craning Tweek’s neck back. “Agh! Kyle! You’re hurting me!”

The sudden loss of force holding him up causes Tweek to stumble over his feet and hit the floor with a whine. “You seem, mmm, angry,” he says once he composes himself.

“I am angry. My coach is being an unreasonable fucking dick and now your creepy ass is stalking me at my games.”

“What? I’m not stalking you!”

“You were hiding behind the lockers listening to me breathe. That sounds a lot like stalking to me.”

Kyle has always been a bit full of himself, Tweek thinks. Constantly under the impression that people are obsessed with him when the truth is he’s just a hothead covered in bright, flashing buttons that are easy to find and even easier to press.

Tweek lifts his head to defend himself, but nearly collides nose-first with the obvious erection straining Kyle’s sweatpants when he does. Okay, so maybe the rage is something Kyle gets off on. Pounding other men into a bloody pulp on the ice gets him hot and hell, Tweek can relate to that. It’s what forces him out of his dorm to come to these games. Shameful masturbation fodder for the past few weeks in the dead of night while his roommate is asleep.

He can’t stop staring at it. Kyle can’t stop staring at him. It’s a heavy weight. Tweek can feel his hazel eyes bore through his skull, sink in his gut, spread heat between his thighs.

Settling back on his haunches, Tweek looks up at him with a hint of a smile. “Do you need, mmh, help with that?”

Kyle doesn’t say anything at first, just keeps glaring with narrowed eyes. And then, in one smooth motion, he steps out of his pants and presents himself to Tweek. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Well, it’s certainly not what Tweek expected to happen when he walked into the locker room. But then again, what did he expect to happen, really? He leans forward to take a tentative lick at Kyle’s cockhead, peering up at him while he does. He’s met with the same sour face that doesn’t flinch even when his tongue meets his sensitive skin.

Kyle’s a decent size, and he meticulously maintains the thick red pubes that frame his dick because of course he does. Tweek chuckles to himself as he takes the tip of his cock into his mouth and feels angry fingers curl into his hair again.

“What the hell are you laughing at, spaz?” Kyle growls, shoving forward. His cock bumps the back of Tweek’s throat and he squeaks in surprise, somehow suppressing the need to gag while he adjusts to the intrusion.

Kyle doesn’t wait. He uses his grip on Tweek’s hair as leverage to fuck into his mouth—hard, fast, furious thrusts that refuse to give him the opportunity to show off his tonguework. At least Kyle seems to like the startled, choked moans that vibrate against him each time he hits his throat. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by how well you can take a dick,” Kyle idly muses, “Craig must’ve trained you well.”

Oh, Tweek doesn’t like that. There is absolutely no reason to bring up Craig except to be cruel. His jaw tightens, threatens to clamp down, but Kyle manages to pop his dick out just in time and turns away to dig something out of his duffel bag on the floor. “D-don’t bring up Craig,” Tweek says to his back.

“Hit a nerve?” Kyle straightens up. There’s a small black tube of what Tweek assumes—hopes—is lube in his hand. So he just carries that around with his hockey supplies? “Don’t forget you’re the one who stalked me, Tweek. I don’t have to be nice to you.”

“I wasn’t stalking you!” Tweek shouts back. Somewhere in the back of his mind he tries to recall how many minutes are left in the game. Kyle doesn’t seem concerned about getting caught by his teammates, because he’s reaching under Tweek’s armpits to hoist him up and press him against a locker with clear intentions.

He reaches around his waist to loosen the button of his jeans, unzips his fly, and lets them fall down Tweek’s thin hips. His boxers follow. “Fuck, man, seriously? Right here?! Right now?!” Tweek cries when he hears Kyle flick open the top of the lube bottle, as if dropping his pants wasn’t signal enough.

“Where else? I’m not going to show you were I live.”

“Ghh, Jesus, Kyle! I’m not fucking stalking you-ah!” A cold, slick finger slips past his hole. He didn’t even have the decency to warm it up first.

A second finger meets the first. Kyle curls them in then straightens them out, exploring the space until h e rubs up against the spot that makes Tweek whimper, body going slack against the frigid metal door. He grunts as Tweek writhes and moans, and his free hand presses firmly against his back to keep him pinned against the locker. “Quit moving around so much.”

His breath paints the metal with condensation. Fogging up and vanishing with each ragged breath, his cheek painfully smashed against the door. Kyle keep s fingering without reprieve, hitting his prostate again and again until Tweek’s mind goes fuzzy.

And just like that, Kyle pulls out of him. He hears the snap of the bottle cap again, a quiet groan, and then feels the head of Kyle’s dick pressing against his ass. There’s no question of if he’s ready, just the rock of Kyle’s hips pushing his cock in bit by bit until he hilts inside him. His lack of courtesy comes as no surprise to Tweek now.

Warm puffs of air tickle the fine hairs on the back of Tweek’s neck to stand. Kyle doesn’t kiss him there, doesn’t lick or nip, but the intimacy of him pressed so close while buried deep inside is enough to ignite a fondness Tweek hasn’t felt in quite some time. For a fleeting moment, his heart swells. It’s ruined when Kyle slams into him hard enough that he yelps.

Tweek wrenches his trapped arm free from where it was uncomfortably held between his chest and the locker to paw at his own neglected cock. Precome leaks down his thumb. He uses it to stroke himself, until a sudden slamming of doors halts both his movement and his breathing.

The room floods with the sound of metal skates scraping against the floor and locker doors banging open; heavy bags of equipment being shoved to the ground. Shadows loom ever closer, stretching against the cement; low, disappointed voices muttering to each other as they approach.

Kyle’s hand flies up to cover Tweek’s mouth. He presses him close against his chest, dick still buried in his ass, and quickly guides them backwards towards another set of lockers shrouded by a changing stall with no regard to how Tweek stumbles over the jeans and boxers still pooled around his feet.

Other players fill the space. “Where’s Broflovski?” someone asks. A locker slams shut. “Dunno. Maybe he bailed after Coach reamed him.”

“He didn’t ream me,” Kyle scoffs under his breath. He spits in his hand and reaches around to stroke Tweek’s dick to keep him hard. His other hand stays tightly clasped around his mouth.

A furious presence fills the room. Tweek can’t see him, but he knows he’s there even before he makes himself known by shouting, “Where the fuck is Broflovski?”

There’s a beat of silence. When nobody answers, Coach lets out a growl of frustration. “Never fucking mind. What the hell happened out there? Where were your fucking heads at?”

The palatable anger in his ranting and raving and berating of his team has Tweek shaking. A whimper eeks from his throat, swallowed up by his own mouth because Kyle will barely let him fucking breathe. He can almost hear him roll his eyes. “You’re fine, Tweek.”

Between the fear of being caught, Kyle’s halfhearted stroking, and the way his dick is resting at an angle that does nothing for him, Tweek is surprised he’s still hard at all.

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(Anonymous) - 2023-05-08 02:23 (UTC) - Expand

Kyle and Tolkien just aren't going viral on tiktok. They've been trying for years. Once Kyle turns 18, he has a new idea about how they're going to achieve fame and fortune: camming. Stan POV watching their streams would be fun but optional

Virgin Craig hears he can make so much money losing his virginity on camera, and he needs that money, for guinea pig stuff. His scene partner is fat cock Tweek whose tweeky stamina is insane. Fat cock Tweek forever changing Craig's brain chemistry fucking him so good in one of those "straight guy loses ass virginity on camera for money" vids (and maybe Craig asks him what he's doing afterwards or steals his contact info on his way out?)

Craig is your stereotypical alpha. Tall, strong, serious, and always in control. Except, unbeknownst to anyone but himself, Craig isn't an alpha at all. He desperately wants to be cared for like the omega he is, but is too ashamed to even admit his status. His suppressed urges soon come to a head and he ends up outed in a humiliating way. But, alpha or omega, Craig's friends would never abandon their leader.

Stan tells Kenny he's afraid he might be gay when they're drunk. Some time later, Kenny shows Stan some MMF threesome porn and jacks off beside him to show him it's fine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45702265

I hope this is remotely close to what you wanted, op 🙏

it's craig's last family vacation before college -- a nudist retreat. craig meets tweek there and embarrassingly always gets a huge boner whenever they're together. tweek never says anything about it until one day when they are lying in the grass watching clouds and he brings it up. you know, 'you're always hard when you're talking to me. do you like me, craig?'

tweek jerks him off, finishes him in his mouth, and tells him where to meet next if craig would like to go further

Richard sells his hucow son to the highest bidder(s) who promises to get him preg for business related reasons 🙏

art fill from twitter! (it's shota btw <3)
https://twitter.com/kinokusai/status/1640932962459078656

Porn guy Kyle films a POV porn casting couch thing with pale emo Stan. Gaping and dominance, really dirty talking him ("you like my cock? tell me you like my cock" type shit). Jersey accent optional

Tweek is traveling alone in the Lost Forest before he's joined by Jimmy the Bard, a charming fellow who talks to him about how it's dangerous to be alone here, warning him about bandits, demons, fairies and whatnot. They walk together and hit it off until they're ambushed by a thief who calls himself Feldspar. Feldspar takes Jimmy hostage with a blade and threatens to off him right there unless Tweek complies and pays him, to which Tweek preaches stuff about peace and cooperation and all that. Craig talks about how he's just trying to get by, it's not his fault that Elf ears are very valuable in the market, and that everyone has to tend for themselves. If Tweek's preaching about love and trust and whatnot and cares so much about this stranger he just met then he can suck Jimmy off right there at that moment right?

Unbeknownst to Tweek, Craig and Jimmy are buddies who team up to prey on, rob or scam people who wander alone in the forest.

Unbeknownst to THEM though Tweek is actually a vengeful imp who doesn't like being fooled. Why's there so much hate in the world huh!! So he's either cursed their dicks or let them steal a cursed artifact he was holding onto, that turns their existing sexual tension into reality- he edges them or makes them edge each other for a long while, to spread love and trust! Up to you if Tweek is somehow there with them or not

tldr Scam artists Jimmy & Craig piss off a demon and find out

Kyle is an obsessed fan of toolshed (he isn't aware toolshed is stan). He's also incredibly unhinged. Decides the best course of action is to torture toolshed with his own tools (hammer,drill,you name it) while fanboying-confessing his attraction to toolshed. Mid way through, Stan reveals his secret identity which drives Kyle to ride stan while he's bleeding out from the prior wounds. if stan dies or not, that's up to the writer, or could be left ambiguous

After being outed, Tweek becomes the target of unwanted attention from the boys in his grade. School becomes a constant game of hide-and-seek, and Tweek's luck had just ran out. His classmates corner him in the boy's locker room one day and he's manhandled into bending over a bench so the guys can do whatever they want with him. They rape all his holes, getting off to the sound of his crying and screaming, not caring if he gets hurt so long as they feel good. They insist that Tweek actually likes it because he's a 'disgusting fag' while the boy shakes his head as he repeatedly babbles 'no, please no, no, I can't- I want out, please- no,' but all that pleading and squirming is futile.

They spank him, shove their cocks in his mouth and in his ass, pull his hair, choke him, make him drink their come as if it were his coffee, they aim to ruin him until he's incoherent and can't even think for himself. And they succeed.

Tweek likes to sneak little photos and videos of himself and Craig while they're having sex and post it to social media (probably Snapchat) for all their friends to see, especially when Craig is fucking him from behind and all you can see is part of Tweek's face and Craig's torso...but there's no mistaking who it is and what they're doing. Craig usually doesn't realize he's being recorded until after Tweek's posted it.

Kyle and Stan are college roommates and everything's going great. Kyle just has this one bad habit: letting his hot French boyfriend plow his ass when he thinks Stan's asleep

Just something,anything, with kenny and his little sister Karen, hopefully not aged up to adults, teens is fine. Just let them be nice and sweet and lovey

liane acting as a gentle mommy domme to linda who is so eager to be praised for being a good girl. featuring breastplay, cunninglingus, and/or facefucking.

Despite his general disgust, Kyle finds himself fascinated by piss porn and curious to try it. Who better to explore it with than his best friend?

Whether Kyle is the pisser or the pissed upon is up to you.

Omega!Tweek is too afraid the risk of pregnancy to have sex with his Alpha boyfriend. Tweek worries that his fears will ruin his relationship, until Craig points out the obvious. Tweek might be able to get pregnant, but Craig can't.

Bonus points if Craig always secretly wanted to be topped, but was too ashamed to ask.

Kenny has some sort of magic Pinocchio dick that grows slightly every time he lies (and shrinks when he tells the truth) so calling Tweek a whore/slut/etc in bed has some results.

Setting is up to you (it could be Witch!Tweek trying to undo Kenny's curse, or they're both just regular guys, well, except for the dick thing)

Very flexible porn star Tweek is offered a ton of money to shoot some doll kink porn alongside Kenny or Christophe or someone. He has to stay quiet and still, and director Craig isn't pleased with his performance and has to cut the scene short. Craig takes him out for dinner and offers to train him afterwards, fucking him brutally in his lap in front of a mirror, critiquing how much sound he's making and how much he's moving. Offers him drugs that will keep him still and Tweek accepts out of desperation. Even paralyzed he still quivers and whimpers. Craig telling him stuff like he's such a pretty doll, but broken, perhaps offering to buy him

Kenny invites some friends over to play a totally awesome new game he's just discovered. Said game is "Poor Pussy" (https://i.imgur.com/PQjQ23T.jpg). Pretty much everyone bails immediately except for person-of-your-choice who is a little more than eager to play with Kenny.

Kyle walks into a bar at the same time Eric happens to be having the worst date of his life, so he decides to grab a drink and enjoy watching Eric squirm for a change. Date leaves and Kyle joins Eric at the table before he can too, berating him for being such a lousy, embarrassing date and probably a shitty lay while getting him off under the table.

based on a tumblr text post -- "the star bucks barista looking at your boyfriend in your passanger seat and saying aww so cute does he want a puppuccino"

petplay enthusiast puppy Craig has an onlyfans where he indulges his fantasies away from the judgmental watch of his current boyfriend. he doesn't have the hood -- more like plug tail, fuzzy ears, collar, harness -- but he tries to keep his face out of the frame. still, he can't help but feel maybe he hasn't been as good about that as he thought when barista tweek says the above to him

current bf (in my head kyle but can be anyone you think might be judgy) is all "no wtf he wants an americano you weird freak". craig is unbelievably flustered when they get to the pick-up window and there's his americano but also a cup full of whipped cream

craig can come back to the starbucks and any of this can be diverged from (sorry it's so detailed). i also imagine tweek assumes the bf knows and he's just being playful but craig is so ashamed that any acknowledgment of it in public's got him uncomfortable in the pants area

here you go: https://twitter.com/parasitoidcraig/status/1668046730389078022

Re: Craig/Tweek, side Craig/anyone, petplay, secret camboy puppy Craig, flirting

(Anonymous) - 2024-02-23 03:00 (UTC) - Expand

Craig loves it when it's Tweek's turn to dom. There's just one problem. Tweek is a very low-maintenance sub. All he needs is a cuddle and nap after a scene to feel refreshed and he assumes his boyfriend is the same way. In actuality, Craig's been going through major sub drops after each scene. Craig doesn't want to be a burden, so he deals the physical and emotional pain by himself. That is until Tweek finds out what's he's been going through.

Tweek ends up accidentally spying on Craig while he's being punished.

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