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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!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44954677

Hi!! This one was fun to write and hopefully fit the prompt okay :>

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..

Somehow, they’d found themselves here. Super Craig was called to a mission and expected to fight a normal crime, which probably would involve some meth-head adults or some radioactive cats, but instead he was met with warlocks and witches and warriors of his and all of his friends. He’d looked into the eyes of the so-called “Feldspar”, and his eyes squinted. He was close enough to Super Craig in terms of looks yet so mind bogglingly different. While the warlocks and heroes battled, Super Craig had found himself surrounded by too many Feldspars to count, and they eventually swarmed him into a house which he recognized as Jimmy’s.

——

“Ah, fuck,” Super Craig chuckled under his breath as he flopped onto the mattress that held Feldspar and now him. He dug through his pocket until he found a cigarette, and as he exhaled in, the tension in his bones relaxed. With another puff, he looks down at himself, dressed in medieval clothes and an angry look on his face. “Fuckin’ finally away from that fatass,” Craig grumbles, thinking of ‘The Coon’ and his constant pestering.

“You can say that again, fuck that tub of lard. He’s the head wizard, and for what?” Feldspar heckled, his voice as deadpan and emotionless as Super Craig’s own. “Say, I’d say that you’re better at losing in fights than you are at taking dick. Really, it’s impressive how weak you are.” Feldspar shrugs, thinking about how he was able to overpower Super Craig so easily.

Super Craig slapped him across the face and rolled his eyes as he took a puff of his cig again. “Like you’d know, wizard boy.” He grumbles in response, flipping around on his back so that he’s lying next to Feldspar on the dirty mess of cotton, sheets, and springs on the bed; the weight of his body hits him like a truck, but every time he takes a hit of his cig, the tension in his body fades and he can feel himself relaxing for once.

But of course, he can’t relax. How could he, when the town was a shithole with crime and increasing poverty? “Fuck this town, it’s a piece of shit.” He growls.

“Really?” That same voice that’s so familiar shot him back like a bullet. “Wow, I’d sure love to know how that feels. Now tell me, when’s the last time you’ve gotten dick again? Stop with the small talk.”

Super Craig cracked an eye open to stare with disdain at the wall. He wanted to beat himself up for being such a smart ass. Sure, it wasn’t as sour and unsatisfactory as his ex Wonder Tweek had treated him, but all he wanted was to be alone. Even just a moment away from the constantly respawning Feldspar would do him good. If not to think about just how he’d found himself in this situation, he would probably look at porn mags and convince himself that he was straight again.

He awkwardly sat up and was startled to see a pair of leather boots standing in front of him. The fuck? He didn't hear Feldspar come closer, but he could be so intoxicated that he’s either hallucinating or is simply way too deaf to hear anything. He would prefer to think that the latter is the case, but given everything that has been thrown at him this week (and the week before, for that matter), he wouldn't rule it out. Another Feldspar appeared.

Super Craig scratched at his blue hat, “The hell do you want?”

"Jeez, stop throwing a fit. I’m here for the same thing you want too, let’s be real", the boy said in the exact same voice as—oh goodness, that's the boy who has been circling in his head for however long—

“What the hell?” Wincing at the fluorescent lights behind this multiplying clone of him, the superhero craned his neck upward. “Why are you doing that? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

The man grinned and knelt down to a sitting Super Craig eye level, “I did promise to leave you alone soon enough, didn't I?” From this position, it was obvious that something was wrong because this guy was, with a few minor exceptions, a carbon replica of himself. The hue of his jacket beneath the leather trench coat and his face were exactly the same, and it was beyond puzzling. Of course, that didn't change how terrible the situation was. Likewise, if someone, whoever Feldspar was. At this point, he knew himself too well to believe he hadn't been possessed or, worse, duplicated in some strange weird paradox

“Well shit, I didn’t think you meant literally by my side in the first place.” He stood, followed by the other.

“Yeah, bet you didn't consider that, did you? What a jackass.” said the brain-clone with a smirk. The fact that I'm out and we're on the same page doesn't matter, though. I can return to saving my guinea pig from wherever the hell he landed up now.

"You mean my guinea pig?"

"Well, whatever, yeah. I become leader, possibly bring about the third apocalypse, and get swarmed by hot girls wearing my own merch. It seems like a good idea.”

“I didn't agree to that,” He said, sounding conflicted and distraught at the same time. He wasn't coming here to get caught in another friend's fallout; he was going to the next town to get away from this one. And little did “Feldspar” know about his sexuality.

“Whatever, dick, just keep out of my way.”

The boy laughed, "Fuck no! I don't know where you came from, shit head, but now that we're here, you should go back to running around a porn studio for money or whatever it was that you did before, in God's name.”

Yes, that did, in fact, temporarily silence him.

The other Feldspar, the one with the cleanest face and who was briefly silent, shifted his weight. He then gave a wicked grin. “Yeah, I think you’d like that, wouldn't you? You fuckin’ freak."

“What exactly?” Super Craig actually cracked up at that. As they laughed together, they both felt the irony of the situation. “Yeah, fine, I’m a freak, but that’s irrelevant.”

"Your tiny superhero mind couldn't even comprehend the shit I'm into, as far as I know you’ve only existed since the paradox," Feldspar said.

“Uh huh?” The alternate superhero pondered, unconvinced to the bone. “Wanna bet, dude?”

“Ugh, good lord. Bet on what?”

"I'm pretty sure I could make you hard in 5 seconds flat. If “Wonder” Tweek can manage to get you hard, I think I can.”

“Now how the fuck do you know about that?” Super Craig demands.

"I am you." Feldspar rolls his eyes.

Oh. Right. Duh, no fucking way.

“So, micro-dick, what do you think?” Feldspar challenges.

"You’re on, fuckface." Super Craig made a slight "come at me" gesture with his hands and tapped the remaining part of his cig onto a shelf to curve it.

Even for a superhero with some intelligence, what happened next was unexpected.

He was straddled and sent back down onto the edge of the mattress with a flick of the clone’s palm. A sudden hand pulled at the back of Super Craig's greasy hair, forcing his head to be exposed, leaving his neck and torso vulnerable, so the other didn't have to think too much about his own fantasies. Normally, instincts would have kicked in to punch this guy, but as his teeth sunk into the nape of his neck, every feeling quickly vanished into a pleasant fog.

Okay. Fuck. A part of him hoped that his slight erection wouldn’t be visible.

Feldspar yelled in his ear, "Uh, fuck. God, no, don't cum now. Wow, looks like you really are a whore for pain, you sick fuck..."

The clone laughed viciously. “Show this scumbag who’s in charge.”

He intended to do that exactly, and his skin pricked up with goosebumps at the sensation of cold fingers against his stomach, and what was supposed to be a snarky comment was cut short. When did he become so desperate for quite literally personal contact? What did he want to gain from this?

He began, "You’re just as much of a desperate psycho as you were on the day you first lost your virginity," and he said, "I knew it."

Now, in the damp, cold air, the skin-piercing bite marks were stinging; He shook his head and let out a shaky breath, and that was all his pursuer needed to declare victory and run away. Although it ought to have been the end, it appears to have awakened something in him. “What do you want, loverboy?”

Super Craig said with gritted teeth, "Shut up already," trying as hard as he could to ignore how his condescending words made him feel warm and tingly.

“We both know fair and square that you haven’t been dicked down since Tweek came along so come on. Don't tell me your mouth forgot how much fun it was to suck like a pro.

Yeah, he was right. He was getting extremely hot and bothered by the overwhelming urge to grind his hips.

Feldspar wolf-whistled, "Ooh, look at that!"

"Damn bitch, I didn't know you had it in you! Joking aside, of course I knew”. He knew exactly what he was talking about, being, between his legs, a massive fucking erection. Feldspar felt appropriately pathetic when he saw it. He needed more.

"Fuck, okay, just let me jerk off already," He replied. He said it in a deep voice that sounded even more deadpan and sluggish than usual. Before he spoke, the warrior gave off the impression that he was considering it, but then his grin faded.

“Beg.”

Was this the game they were playing?

“Just remember, if it involves your clone, it’s not being a slut.” The man shivered and jerked the trenchcoat's collar off of his shoulders before pressing into the man sat on his lap's calloused fingers.

He said, his throat dry, "Please. Please just... please get off so I can too-“

The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, as evidenced by the beads of sweat on his forehead.

The carbon copy that was Feldspar swallowed hard, salivating like a rabid dog. “No. Take me. Isn't that something you can do?”

Okay, it was clear that he was just as interested in this as Super Craig was.

As their lusts for sex met their match in each other, the two touch-starved Craigs raced over each other to unhook each other's belt.

Man, he had forgotten the thrill of waiting to be fucked.

Super Craig’s hardened dick strained against the fabric of his poor underwear. He sat on top of Feldspar and watched, almost starving, as the same six inches of dick emerged in front of him.

“Okay, it's time to get this show on the road before the wizards return.”

As if he really cared about that, pfft.

He pulled his shorts down and sunk in, feeling a slight sting from the lack of preparation, but that was fine because, in his "professional" opinion, raw dogging was the best fucking experience. The other took a deep breath and turned his head as his hands moved up his thighs to his hips. Every touch felt strong and guiding, like it was brand-new. exactly how they liked it.

"Hah... My ass, luckily you’re harder than me so I don’t have to feel bad.”

Super Craig below let out a groan as he was slowly taken in until he was practically sat on. “Okay, dickweed, you are the one who g- Hngh- Got hard just from one bite."

Feldspar worked himself up and down steadily, gradually losing control of the situation each time his rival-self humped deeply into him. Maintaining his composure became the least of his worries as the clone’s mind became clouded with the animalistic intent to fuck, breed, and want more. He let out a wailing sound of pure pleasure as the riding got more aggressive; it wasn’t pretty at all.

"Fuck, be calm, fuck face; you don't want to finish that quickly, do you?" He said, gently grabbing the base of Feldspar’s dick with one of his curled-up hands. The man was rewarded with rough fingers pumping his own cock to a satisfying rhythm after slowing down as requested.

Fuck, each touch was just too much. His double's watchful eyes, skin slapping sounds, and breathy curses. An itch that hadn't been scratched in a long time was satisfied with pure delight. With each jolt, he could feel himself getting closer to his partner, and it was clear from the haze in his partner's eyes that he wasn't far behind him. They were a vocal mess of raucous sounds before either of them knew it, the warmth from one filling the other until it was complete. The hands sped up, the touches got rougher.

Super Craig slid off of him and flopped next to him after catching his breath for a split second. He watched with morbid fascination as the man relaxed his breathing and his face, which was flushed with a goofy smile.

Feldspar began, still blatantly butt-ass-naked, "So... You were right." Don't get too excited about it.

"Glad we could have this, you butt fucking traitor.” Super Craig exhales as he hears a loud rap at the door.

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

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 🙏

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

UHHHHHH who r u and how did u get inside of my head https://archiveofourown.org/works/45558373

Didn't quite include overstim, but made it as dramatic as i could without it becoming overbearing. I did put a reference to some show lore, if you notice it, let me know!
Also uh, I havent written anything since like, 2016. So I'm RUSTY rusty.

Will be posting to AO3 as well! Here
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The house is alone, for once. As Tweek's parent's decide to leave their son for the day, running errands, assuring themselves of their ingredients for the work week, he's left alone. And truly, Tweek relishes in his alone time, as he can try to finish his own little projects (a silly cardboard house for stripe, and some meaningless essay spell checking) and have a clean cup of coffee. Somehow, whenever he makes his own, using their at-home machines, it actually makes him less jittery. It's unbelievable how self-made things can make a difference, or so Tweek believes.

There's also the issue of his newly developed relationship with Craig. Everything seems to be mostly smooth, if a little awkward, now that they're on the same page about their not-fake fake dating. There's a few message exchanging through the day, little snippets of text in between mostly memes pulled from twitter that make them both chuckle.

And so, in this day, with an alone house and spare time, Tweek steels himself to go ahead and make a move. With jittery fingers he types a message inviting Craig over, and then tosses his phone on the bed after clicking 'send', as if the phone was a burning hot coal. fuck. He needs some more coffee.

He sits down with a fresh cup, and kicks his legs anxiously, tapping his fingers on the table in a non-rhythm, almost just letting his fingers tremble a tune of their own. Suddenly there's knocking on the door and-

"GAH!" the hand on the table spasms, spilling lukewarm liquid over Tweek, who just rushes up with a hurried "One second! I-Agh- shit!"

"Woah dude. Did you fuckin' piss yourself?" a monotone voice asks as soon as the door is opened

"It's just some stupid coffee! hnn, shut up!"

"Dude. not cool, coffee like, is your family's thing or whatever"

"I know! I just, augh, whatever!"

Tweek is slightly pulling on his hair as he closes the door behind his boyfriend, the cooling coffee on his pants making him feel ever slightly more self conscious. "He thinks i'm stupid for spilling coffee on myself. Oh god. this was a bad idea. I- maybe he can leave- No that'd be rude, fuck!". Craig raises an eyebrow and walks upstairs leading a still-freaking-out blonde upstairs. Tweek barely notices until he gets unceremoniously shoved into his own room and finds himself alone "CRAIG, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Change your pants, honey, your dick doesn't need the flavoring" snarks the other, behind the door, finishing the sentence with a little snort and adding "nobody want's cock-coffee breath, Tweak"

"Sh-shut up! Asshole!-" while pushing his pants off, the blonde briefly opens the door, flips Craig off and promptly pulls the door closed once again. Craig sighs, lovingly, and flips off the closed door with a little smile, until he hears a tumble and a frustrated whine.

"Dude."

"Close the fu-uh-cking door! get out! agh! this was supposed to be the day! i fucked up and- and"

The black haired tween stares at his boyfriend struggling on the floor, kind of like how stripe does when he gets his leg stuck on one of those dumb halloween costumes. It's endearing. Or it could be endearing, until Tweek start's actually hyperventilating and Craig snaps out of his gay daze into actually being helpful

"- and you're staring and thinking I'm a spaz, and I look stupid and AAAGH" Tweek pulls on his hair, kicking his pants off, finally. Craig crouches beside him and offers a hand that's promptly swatted away.

"I don't need your help!"

"I know. I just wanted to help you up, dweeb."

"..."

"would it help if i also take my pants off?"

That surely was a change of pace and made Tweek snap his head to look at his boyfriend so fast it's a miracle it didn't crack his tensed up neck

"WHAT?!"

"I'm just saying, you seemed to be preparing for...something? and you're embarrassed. I'm just trying to help, if you want me to leave-"

"NO!"

"see? just-" with little struggle, and under the shaky stare of the other, he slid his pants off, leaving only his space-themed boxers on "- there. now we both look stupid"

Tweek stifles a laugh, more relaxed now after seeing the rocked that was placed squarely on top of Craig's crotch. "N-nice rocket" he mumbles, as he gets up from the floor, breath evening out

"Oh shut up, coffee dick"

"Hey! that's mean"

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

There's a bit of an awkward silence as Tweek twiddles his thumbs on the buttons of his shirt, his little tics showing up as he waits quietly for something to keep things back in motion. Neither of them speak but before the blonde can freak out again, the other speaks up,

"So. what's supposed to happen today?"

"uh..."

"You said-" he air quotes "- 'today was supposed to be the day' so. What does that mean, Tweek?"

"I, agh- Okay, I wanted for us to. Do it." he stammers "t-today, I mean, family isn't home. right?"

"you want to have sex?"

"AHH!" he seizes a little with an uptick of well, tics "no! I mean- yes! but only if you want to because if you don't that's okay- I remember how PC principal wanted me to ask but i thought it was awkward but you can say no! it's okay if you don't want to I mean we're only now going ou-" a hand gets shoved against his mouth before he can finish

"I want to." and with a slight smile, "thanks for asking"

"Oh- o-okay, good!"

"So... how are we doing it?" Craig gets a vacant stare for a moment "I mean, like-" for once he stammers with nervousness and instinctively pulls his hat down, cheeks flushed "-are, am i putting my wiener inside you?"

A squeak and a nod is the reply he gets, and somehow that's enough for blood to start rushing into place.

A few minutes pass while Craig takes off his shirt and hoodie, but decides to keep his hat on. both of their underwear gets tossed somewhere in the room. They get into position, Craig laying down and Tweek sitting on his slightly tanned thighs, their skin contrasting, as Tweek was doubly pale, both naturally and from sheer nervousness. There's a beat and they make eye contact before guffawing a loud, synchronized laugh

"Oh my god this is so stupid"

"I know! sex is dumb"

"I want to do it, though" The black haired tween punctuates this with a slight cant of his hips upwards, making the blonde rolls his hips in response.

"I know, me too."

Without much grace, Tweek feels around with his hand, and positions Craig's cock against his hole, which he prepared beforehand. No way he would be unprepared and get himself killed via ass-fucking. He was good at being careful as much as he was paranoid and it truly paid off when he slid his boyfriend's girth inside him smoothly "J-Jesus ff-uh-cking Christ, that feels- agh! weird!"

Craig wasn't listening but rather, heavy breathing and wide eyed, as if staring up at the sun itself, Tweek's blonde hair quite playing the part.

"I'm gonna move, okay?" the blonde says, waiting for approval, that only comes back in the form of a nod. So he moves. He rolls his hips experimentally closing his eyes, gently lifting himself up just a little then back down, panting. Something in his blood is boiling, something sizzles in the back of his brain like an egg hitting a hot pan. He shakes his head and ignores it, squeezing his eyes even more shut.

It feels right, it feels like a connection he couldn't get from anyone else. The movement speeds up, and his bed creaks. He can hear some grunts from his boyfriend below, feels his cock twitch inside his hole and it makes the wild buzzing of his brain go louder. He refuses to look, suddenly scared yet chasing this coiling feeling in his gut.

It's almost there, and his hands need something to brace against, so they go to his boyfriend's chest.

Something is wrong.

His eyes snap open.

Tweek's pulse is out of control, his heart beating out of his chest. His boyfriend's is not. He cannot feel the thumping against his hands at all. The sizzling shots heat through him like a gunshot and he cums at the same moment he realizes what he's done.

He screams.

He screams, he screams and it bounces through the empty house

His voice is gone by the time his family gets home. Too petrified to go the hospital. Something in him...knows, that there was no chance of saving his boyfriend.

He's naked and sitting on the floor when Richard touches his cold, cold shoulder. The look in his father's face one of pity rather than horror. Like he knew. Something is said against the phone but it sounds like a blur, and he doesn't care. But Tweek notices, vaguely, that his dad isn't calling a hospital, but rather the McCormick's. Later, when he's in the car, being driven who knows where, his mind resonates with the few words he made out of his father's hurried call.

"Cult"

"Death"

"Deal"

and... "Rebirth"

He doesn't know what that means.

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

Hi there! Had a lot of fun writing for this prompt!! (even though its kinda off from the prompt, sorry about that!!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45696799

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45702265

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

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.

Is this on ao3 :o

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.

hi, yes it is! here's the link :)

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South Park Kink Meme

Clyde/Scott, scalie, crossdressing

Re: Tweek/Craig, Cartman as a voyeur, consensual noncon/roleplay

tweek/kyle exhibitionism

Re: Super Craig/Feldspar (Craigcest!), hatefucking, bdsm

Kyle/Tolkien, filming

Craig/Tweek, loss of (Craig ass) virginity, sex work

Craig's Gang, ABO, hurt/comfort

Kenny/Stan, mutual masturbation, sexuality exploration

craig/tweek, first time, nudist camp, outdoor sex

Tweek/Your Choice , hucow, breeding kink

Kyle/Stan, gaping, sex work, light degradation/embarrassment

Tweek/Jimmy/Craig, dubcon, mutual noncon sorta, sex pollen-ish, edging

Kyle/Stan , noncon, Hero/Fan!AU, power bottom Kyle, masochist stan, DARK

Re: Stan/Tweek, Craig/Tweek, non/dubcon, mistaken identity, doggy style

Re: Tweek/Craig, loss of virginity, overstimulation, angst

Tweek/Everyone, non-con, gangbang, homophobia, rough sex, dacryphilia, spanking, just nastiness!!!

Craig/Tweek, exhibitionism

Kyle/Christophe, Stan, cucking lite

Re: Craig/Tweek, fighting kink

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