south_park_kink_meme ([personal profile] south_park_kink_meme) wrote2022-07-20 03:24 pm

South Park Kink Meme

This is a kink meme for South Park. It's fun and easy!

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Craig/Tweek - Olfactophilia/Panty Sniffing, Semi-Public, Dirty Talk

(Anonymous) 2022-08-08 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Tweek attends a gym and notices his underpants keep disappearing while he showers. He sets a trap to catch the culprit and ofc it's Craig stealing them to jack off to. He's into smells and Tweek is a sweaty guy, so even when Tweek is yelling at him, Craig is super horny. Tweek's just glad it isn't underpants gnomes and dicks him down (in the shower or locker room) but he's telling Craig what a dirty boy he is the whole time.

Craig/Kenny Cum Swalloing

(Anonymous) 2022-08-08 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
Kenny sucks Craig's dick. There's a lot of cum

Re: Craig/Kenny Cum Swalloing

(Anonymous) 2022-08-28 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Sophomore year of community college, Kenny had a sort of arrangement with Craig Tucker. Craig had been doing some crypto shit Kenny didn't really understand, but it meant that he was always buying designer drugs off the dark web and making a killing selling them on campus. No one knew what the fuck 2C-I or 2C-B were, but thanks to Craig, they were a hell of a lot cheaper and more readily available than acid or shrooms. Kenny got his for free, or at least it felt like it was for free because he actually liked sucking dick.

He'd been surprised that Craig went for the deal initially, but after spending some one-on-one time with the guy, it started to make more sense. He'd had his established friend group from K through 12, but Jimmy was at some liberal arts school in Vermont, Tolkien at Stanford, and even Clyde was too busy with his football frat to hang. Craig didn't seem to know how to make friends, let alone romantic or sexual partners, and so he took the deal and Kenny sucked him off whenever he felt like tripping balls.


It was generally hard to get the guy to react. Kenny wasn't sure if he had some sensitivity issue, maybe something medication-related, because it took him forever to come, but the challenge made it more fun. Sucking off someone like Stan was less weird—he'd react to every lick and suck, and would joke around with Kenny in the aftermath—but it posed no challenge. This time, though, as Kenny bobbed his head up and down and pumped the base of his cock with both hands, Craig was breathing deliberately through his nostrils like he was trying to hold back not even five minutes in. This gave Kenny what in retrospect was a premature burst of confidence.

Kenny had been gone over break and now that he thought about it, it was unlikely Craig managed to get his dick wet in that time span, so he was probably going to be able to get him to bust in record Craig-time, maybe even before his jaw started to ache. Kenny didn't gag easy or anything—a childhood spent being paid to eat things off the ground helped him build up some resistance on that front—but Craig's sheer length, girth, and curve upwards at the head made him a struggle to choke down.


But swallowing him as far down as he could is always what would make Craig come in the end so he'd gotten pretty good at reading his signs in order to be able to time it just right. He was spot on this time—Craig did start coming directly down his throat when he expected—but a new and unexpected problem arose as the volume and intensity with which Craig came refused to abate.

Cum began spurting out of Kenny’s nose and he choked on the amount filling his throat, sputtering as his sinuses filled with fluids.


“Craig,” he managed to get out as cum sprayed out of his mouth and nose, “what the fuck!”

Craig finished jacking it all out onto Kenny’s face and chuckled down at him in his stupid little nasal voice. Why did Kenny have to like sucking this moron’s dick?

“Hey, come on dude, don’t—” Craig tried to insist but it was no use. Kenny began hatefully blowing his nose on Craig’s discarded boxers, glaring at him all the while.

Once his nostrils had been cleared out and only a painful burning remained, Kenny reached for his hoodie and almost pulled it on and left right then and there. But he wouldn’t be satisfied til he figured out what the fuck was wrong with Craig and his newfound excess ejaculate.


“So you gonna tell me what the fuck is wrong with your fucking dick? You been saving it up special just for me or something, man?” he asked, not even trying to hide his irritation. Why should he, when Craig was still laughing at him? Bastard.

“Uhh, it’s been a few weeks,” he said, trying to stifle his snorts.

Kenny raised his eyebrows impatiently. That clearly wasn’t the whole story.

Craig pulled on some plaid pajama pants and a new shirt since the one he’d been wearing got hit with substantial splashback. He rolled his eyes to find Kenny still waiting for a goddamn explanation.

“…okay, maybe I’ve been taking some supplements to increase my load size. I was just curious if they worked. Mostly soy lecithin,” he lisped. Kenny pulled on his hood and started putting his shoes on. He could not fucking believe this guy.


“To increase your—you can’t even make eye contact with that guy in your art class, and you want to increase your load size? For fucking what, Craig?”

He’d managed to hit a nerve because the jerk’s face fell for a few moments, but then his self-satisfied smile was back.

“Maybe just to see the look on your face.”


It was the closest to affectionate Kenny had ever heard Craig, and that pissed him off more than anything. Tugging on his left Converse, he stood and abruptly smacked Craig in the face.

“Ow,” Craig said, a few seconds delayed. Kenny made his way to the door, glad to be able to leave with some dignity intact, having had the last word in a way.


Or so he thought.

“Hey idiot. Your drugs?” Craig said once Kenny’s hand reached the doorknob.

Kenny released a huff of air out his nose and turned back around. He marched up to Craig and snatched the baggie of capsules from his hand, avoiding Craig's stupid smirking face. As his dorky little snorts started up again, Kenny stalked off, slamming the door behind him, and resolved to find out if Henrietta Biggle would go for a head-for-shrooms deal.

Re: Craig/Kenny Cum Swalloing

(Anonymous) - 2022-12-20 03:45 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Craig/Kenny Cum Swalloing

(Anonymous) - 2022-12-27 07:50 (UTC) - Expand

Tweek/Stranger, ABO, non con, breathplay, creampie

(Anonymous) 2022-08-08 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Tweek(perhaps in an established relationship with Craig) has his first heat unexpectedly, and Richard sees it as an opportunity to make money off of his omega sons virginity. The stranger can be a known character.

Tweek/Thomas the Older, cuckholding, size difference, dom/sub, creampie, (blood play👀?)

(Anonymous) 2022-08-08 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Tweek, established relationship with Craig, grew up in South Park but is an incubus who sleeps with older men who he deems as being sinful. After finding out about Thomas's infidelity or some other 'sin', he seduces him and they have sex but maybe Craig walks in on them towards the end of it or finds Thomas's body struggling to stay alive? 👀

Stan/Kyle, omorashi/piss kink

(Anonymous) 2022-08-11 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Stan and Kyle are Super Best Friends going on a road trip together. Kyle's driving, Stan sits shotgun and handles the navigation and the music. It's been quite a long time on the road, and Stan has had way too many Dr. Peppers and desperately needs a restroom. Kyle offers to pull over in the next town so Stan can use a gas station toilet, but oh no! They end up stuck in pretty bad construction-related traffic. Stan can't get out of the car to pee on the side of the road for fear of public indecency, and he also can't aim to piss in a bottle because he never learned from his dad. After about an hour, he can't take it any longer and wets himself right there in the car. He feels just as humiliated as relieved, and the whole ordeal has Kyle feeling more than a little hot under the collar.

So for the extra large submission, I just know what I want!!

Bebe/Clyde, humiliation, degradation, phone sex

(Anonymous) 2022-08-12 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Bebe is on the phone with Wendy while Clyde is going down on her (Bebe) and they're both verbally degrading him, which he likes. Sick lil puppy

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

(Anonymous) 2022-08-15 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Cartman, as he usually does, starts shit by writing terrible fanfiction of various couples and spreading it anonymously around the school. What he doesn't realize is the noncon fic he wrote about Tweek and Craig sparks a conversation about kinks and spurs them to try it out...in an abandoned classroom Eric happens to be passing by. He proceeds to have the most confused boner of his life.

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

(Anonymous) 2023-02-12 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44954677

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

Stan/Kyle, mpreg, lactation fetish, semi-public (locker room)

(Anonymous) 2022-08-16 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
Stan and Kyle are struggling to find their place in life after college, and accidentally invent a sport (perhaps similar to the titular sport of the 1998 blockbuster hit "Baseketball"). Their forbidden love grows, and Kyle impregnates Stan in the locker room before the big game. He becomes obsessed with Stan's big ol milkers, and lactation fetish, also in the locker room forbidden between games

Craig/Tweek & aliens, alien probing, somnophilia, filming

(Anonymous) 2022-08-18 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Tweek is adamant Craig is being abducted by aliens every night so he sneaks into Craig’s room to film it happening and accidentally gets abducted himself. He comes to to find Craig asleep and naked on a table being probed. All instinct tells him to be a hero and save his friend, but there’s a little voice in his head that reminds him that he’s holding a camera and he still needs that proof after all…

Re: Craig/Tweek & aliens, alien probing, somnophilia, filming

(Anonymous) 2022-12-14 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
i'm so fucking sorry
not proof read

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The credits roll, and Tweek is once again snapped back to reality along with the awareness of his own leg bouncing furiously. The movie sucked, to say the least. He doesn’t argue though, not wanting to be the guy that ruins the fun for his friends who have probably already moved on to talking about something entirely different. Tweek can’t keep up with all the annoying and sudden changes in conversation topics, especially not when his head is already teeming with issues of fatal importance.

He’s sitting with one knee pulled to his chest at his usual spot on Craig’s couch. It’s his favorite hangout spot by far, though the bar is quite low to begin with: Clyde’s house constantly reminds him of the inevitability of death, he feels so out of place among the luxury of Tolkien’s mansion, it’s been a while since he’s been to Jimmy’s house and his parents remind him too much of Tweek’s own. Craig, on the other hand, has a normal ass house— if not for the rather intimidating inhabitants living within. They’re all just so tall and quiet and blunt and everything— though the Tuckers are all relatively nice to Tweek and having been a guest since childhood has given him enough time to get used to them.

There’s a loud and persistent banging on the door that would normally scare Tweek if it didn’t easily occur to him that it’s Craig’s little sister, Tricia. Unlike Craig, her crude remarks seem to be mostly on purpose, and she never holds back when it comes to Craig and his friends. Strangely enough, despite still being on the receiving end of her playful teasing, Tweek mostly seems to be in her good graces. He’s glad, but doesn’t really get why— he’s basically a walking bullet list of qualities that a teenage girl can easily make fun of.

After the looks of his friends and the loud noise he can’t ignore, Craig gives in to the demands and gets up with a sigh to begrudgingly open the door to his sister.

“Fucking finally!” Tricia yells. “Did you forget how doorknobs work or something?”

“We were busy,” he replies. “You’re smart, Tricia. So I thought, maybe, just maybe— you’d think of using the spare key. You know, the one that was made for this exact situation. That honestly doesn’t seem very hard, if you ask me.”

“I couldn’t find it, you dick!”

“Oh, that’s weird. If I were you, maybe I’d check multiple places. But I know our parents are evil. They’re evil, so they go, ‘Hey, let’s hide the key somewhere soo hard to guess and ensure Trish never finds it. How about, like, under the pot.’”

Tricia just groans in frustration, shooting a look at the living room as she angrily shrugs like she’s saying, “Why do you hang out with this guy?” There’s many reasons, Tweek supposes as he tries to answer the hypothetical question, uh, it’s easy? And Tricia just receives silence and some snickers which is also a very valid one. Shouldering her brother, she promptly makes her way upstairs. “Keep quiet you Glee cast rejects, I’ll be on the phone,” she warns before stopping and glimpsing back down one last time. “Hey, Tweek? Nice ear piercing.”

Tweek’s hand instinctively reaches to cover his ear as he’s left wondering if she’s being sarcastic or not. Craig just flips her off with some of the angrier glares Tweek has seen him sporting, while Tricia giggles and runs up the next few steps after sincerely returning the gesture.

Tweek's attention is yet again diverted to the laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“Just checking Eavesdropper,” Clyde replies without looking up from his phone.

“Eavesdropper? Ergh— I thought the principal banned it!”

“Yeah, not going to take legal advice from the guy who, uh,” he stops to read from the screen, “does drugs in the second stall of the third floor bathroom.”

“That’s—that’s not true!” Rrrrgh— it’s serious, man! Don’t they have, like, creepshots of girls on there? That’s fucking disgusting!”

None of his concerns or pleas are taken seriously, however, and various other comments on Tweek are read aloud consecutively.

“Does anyone know whats up with tweek freak. Why is he like that???”

“idk who needs to know this, but tweek bros coffee has weird shit in it. don’t buy from there.”

“Tweek looks just like david bowie imo <33”

“What?” Clyde objects. “If Tweek is David Bowie, then I could’ve been in One Direction.”

“If your dad s-s-so— if your dad sold you, maybe,” Jimmy says and laughter immediately follows— Tweek would love nothing more than to join the others to laugh at Clyde’s expense, but he can’t really find jokes about parents selling their kids funny at this point in time.

“I saw tammy nelson make out with tweek tweak in the infirmary”

“Wow, Tweek, leave s-some for us, will you?” There’s impressed “oooooo”’s and Tweek supposes it’s a “win” for him or whatever, but he still wants nothing more than to bury his head in the ground like an ostrich.

“Enough about people kissing,” someone finally interrupts— it’s Craig. “Where’s the actual good stuff.” Tweek is so glad to have the attention diverted from himself to another potential victim— though being considered boring stings maybe just a little. Apparently, Craig’s complaints are taken as a challenge as it’s now his name being typed into the search bar with the results open for everyone to see.

“wondering if craigs bush is anything like his mamas. im kinda into it ngl”

“This is indeed the good stuff, right, Craig?” Tolkien asks, and there’s laughter again.

“Give me that,” Craig says before snatching the phone from Tolkien, and reads the next post aloud. “Craig Tucker is gay.”

“That’s not true,” Craig says in his usual nasally tone— he seems unbothered as always, but Tweek can tell something is wrong with the way his eyes are subtly scanning the room. It’s strange, as calling things gay has always been the generic insult meant to provoke, so he doesn’t see why it’d get to Craig. Unless it’s actually true? It doesn’t actually seem far fetched. He actually has no idea as to what Craig jacks it off to in his free time— he’d expect this is to be the normal boundary to have, but unfortunately he can’t really say the same for some of his other friends. In the end, none of it is his business in any capacity and he decides to just shake the thoughts from his head.

It’s getting rather late and after seemingly endless discussions about who fucks good and who doesn’t, Craig finally kicks everyone out and Tweek says goodbye to his friends before they all go home— he isn’t going home, though, no, not yet. He politely refuses Tolkien’s offer for a ride home which Tweek knows he won’t insist on, (in)conveniently living in the opposite direction and all. He absolutely does not need to be seen before he takes cover behind the bushes outside Craig’s window, and now he just has to wait.

He hates himself for doing this, but to be fair, it’s not Craig that he’s watching— his concerns are about what exactly is happening to him, or whatever’s really going on outside that window. It’s been happening for quite a while, at least since they’ve been having weekly movie nights to celebrate the nearing end of the semester, and nobody else seems to ever notice the colorful lights targeting Craig’s room or believe Tweek when he points it out. That’s why he’s doing all this— Nobody would ever believe Tweek, so he has to believe in himself. Because he’s the local nutjob— the flat earther, no, he’s the sphere earther in a world that’s fucking flat. He’d think in more detail about how that’s any different, but now is not the time to get lost in his weird dilemmatic self pity.

His timing’s been right and there’s the lights again— And woosh, it’s gone in a flash. It’s his first time getting to view it from so close, let alone attempting to get it on camera. He looks at the footage he managed to record— it’s some hints of light that could be anything nothing that seems more suspicious than the fact that it was taken at night outside someone else’s fucking house.

Tweek sighs. He had to spend more time than necessary Occam’s razor-ing his way out of endless possibilities to tie this mess down to aliens, specifically. He’s done excessive research on UFO sighting in South Park and he’s sure a great amount of them consists of drunk farmers or just pranks— but there must be at least some some merit to the descriptions that closely match up with his own: Bright colorful lights, a round, indecipherable black silhouette that blends in with the background, and most importantly, does not show up on film.

Almost nothing seems to be wrong with Craig afterwards— he’s the same Craig as he always is. Nothing on the outside seems suspicious— one could even say the absurd level of consistency is what’s really suspicious, and maybe it is? Maybe Craig is replaced with a near-identical copy every time, or he’s the alien? It’d certainly be a shocking revelation, but he doesn’t think alien Craig would have ulterior motives, at least.

Tweek did notice how Craig tends to be slightly more groggy and tired the next morning— and maybe he walks kind of funny? That is to be expected from having to open his eyes to a typical Monday morning in South Park, though— and there’s still no proof anything dangerous is being done to him…Yet. Something is still off, and he can’t just get rid of the sinister feeling that all of this is making him feel. He must see it for himself to make it all stop.

Tomorrow night, or never.

—-

It’s tomorrow night. After obsessively checking his watch for the upteenth time, Tweek does his best to take good note of his surroundings. There are no cameras or anything, at least visible ones, and he has to just make do with that fact with a little bit of faith on top of it. He reaches under the pot— turns out it isn’t some sort of set-up or an elaborate trap and there really is a spare key lying there. Not wanting to make noise, he inspects it thoroughly and manages to insert it correctly on the first try, unlocking the front door in a subtle way that makes him feel strangely proud.

Making his way in the dark especially hard with the familiar fear of bumping into things all the time— at least in darkness there’s less visuals to distract him from his path. He’s lucky to have mostly memorized the layout, safely being able to make it to the stairs in the end. It feels like he’s navigating an old flash game maze with a cheap jumpscare waiting for him at the end, but there’s no woman with a blood covered face or serial killers with masks and he doesn’t almost die of a heart attack.

He tiptoes his way up the stairs to face the hallway where all the bedrooms are. His heart is beating like it desperately wants out, just like how Tweek always does, but he’s come so far, he can’t chicken out and break into his friend’s house for nothing. He passes by the Tuckers’ bedroom door, then Tricia’s, and he’s almost there, he faces the door, he reaches for the knob, and—

“Tweek?”

He turns his head to be greeted with the sight of Tricia Tucker standing in front of her room.

It’s quiet for a couple of seconds that feel like eternity and Tweek freezes— maybe Tricia won’t see him if he doesn’t move? Was that an actual thing? It’s probably not. Though if he was being hunted by a predator, the excessive sweating would’ve probably given him away first and foremost— and great, now he has to worry about that too! If he ever survives tonight, that is. Ultimately, none of that even matters because it’s not like his legs would obey him even if he tried to actually run away— he’s literally paralyzed from shock. He just remains there like a deer caught in headlights until Tricia breaks the silence.

“You guys are fucking,” she says, yawning. “I knew it.”

They’re what now? Did she get cut off? Just what could’ve she meant by that? Fucking creeps, maybe? And just who the hell is “you guys?” Is there someone else in here with Tweek right now? Oh man, oh Jesus, he didn’t actually consider this a possibility. Is it a robber? A pervert? Is Tweek a pervert, too? Fuck— what if it’s one of them? A fucking alien. An alien-robber-pervert? He doesn’t know, he just doesn’t. The question marks just keep piling up and up until Tricia just decides to walk past him.

“Ugh, I won’t tell dad. Just don’t make noise,” she says before disappearing behind the bathroom door. “Night.”

He has no fucking idea as to what just occurred and he really isn’t sure if he wants to know. For once in his life, just for this one very weird instance, he wants to enjoy the blissful state of ignorance and it’s not like he has enough time to do anything else— he’s here on an important mission.

He pushes the door to Craig’s room lightly to not wake him up, though he knows both from various first and secondhand accounts that Craig sleeps like a hibernating animal during one of the coldest Winters. That could maybe explain him being easy alien bait— Tweek never sleeps, he’s had some crazy shit happen to him against his will, and yet he's never been abducted by aliens.

The lights are here, and Tweek’s on alert, he’s crouching

He doesn’t know what he expected— but he just didn’t know he’d be facing dozens of giant reflective bug eyes in his first real attempt at alien busting. He isn’t prepared for this! What the actual fuck was he thinking? They’re all so tall and scary and they’re now surrounding Craig. There’s not much to do— it’s either fight or flight from now on. It’s now or never, Tweek, now or never.

Now!

Tweek suddenly lunges forward with nothing but the instinct to tackle and also the instant regret of his dumb decision. His eyes are shut the whole time, but he struggles with what feels like cold, slimy long limbs trying to restrain him and eventually, he feels something cold and metal pressing to the side of his head. Bang. “You’re dead, Tweek,” his father’s voice echoes inside his head. There’s a loud, screechy sound and he blacks out. He’s right, that’s it, it’s over, he’s fucking dead.

That doesn’t turn out to be the case, however, as he opens his eyes being seemingly knocked out for an unknown amount of time. He jolts up from where he’s been laid down to see that he isn't actually restrained in any way. He’s in a room with other men of various ages—is that someone’s dad?— all of them are in giant metal pods right out of sci-fi

Everyone else seems to be asleep, and the room they’re all in making him feel all heavy and groggy like it’s some sort of gaseous muscle relaxant. Too bad Tweek is hopped up on ungodly amounts of caffeine to be really stopped by it.

He locates Craig, lying there snoring like nothing is wrong and he's in his bed back at home. It’s kind of cute. Now is not the time for that though, and Tweek immediately reaches for his shoulders to try and wake him up, but the lid of the pod Craig is sleeping in shuts down

Having retracted his hand just at the right time doesn’t make the shock any easier to process as Tweek can do nothing but to hold his shaking wrist and stare at the fingers he was almost going to lose— he just stands there all frozen for some time until all the pods in the room start to move in some sort of invisible railway. Trying not to get crushed by the newly created traffic, he backs to the side and waits until all of them leave the room to eventually get out. Fuck, he’s just been here and he’s already lost track of Craig!

It’s like a maze and just too much to take in— too many colorful little screens and machines beyond his comprehension. He’s in an awe of what to do, until—

“Psst, kid!”

“GAAH!”

Tweek/Craig/Henrietta, bdsm, exhibitionism + getting caught

(Anonymous) 2022-08-18 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
(Inspired by an honest to god real news story) Pastor Craig gets caught being sexually tortured by dominatrices Tweek and Henrietta on the altar at his church.

Include such hits as Tweek torturing chronically gay Craig by forcing him to fondle Henri's breasts/eat her out. Maybe if he's very good, Henrietta will peg him. IF they get that far before they're caught.

Red/Kevin, leash training, BDSM, public, implied pet play

(Anonymous) 2022-08-19 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Red walks Kevin around the mall on a leash. Her friends just don't understand their freaky love

Thomas Tucker/Thomas (Le Petit Tourette)/Thomas Turner, bathhouse, daddy kink

(Anonymous) 2022-08-21 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Craig's dad and Heidi's dad fuck that Tourette's guy at the White Swallow spa. Heidi's dad is very disciplinary (boys these days are too wild!) but Thomas Tucker feels a little weird about the whole thing. He looks just like his son's boyfriend for Christ's sake

Heidi/Wendy - degradation, facesitting

(Anonymous) 2022-08-22 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Heidi crushes Wendy with her thighs and calls her a skinny bitch

Creekenny, shaving, voyeurism/exhibition

(Anonymous) 2022-08-23 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Craig wants to do something sexy for Tweek, but he's running out of fresh new ideas. Kenny, as is his "go-to suggestion," suggests that Craig shave his balls. Craig scoffs and claims "shaving is for chicks." He has no idea how to shave his balls. Kenny offers to help.

Tweek walks in on the scene exactly in time to see Kenny manipulating his boyfriend's genitals, and his boyfriend saying, "do you really think Tweek will like this?" Followed by "Tweek! This isn't what it looks like!"

And it's actually true... At first. In a fun turn of events, Tweek actually not only really likes it, but he wonders if Kenny can do a few more things for Craig that everyone will really like. He talks a nervous Craig and an eager Kenny through a series of acts that lead into kisses, licks, touches, blow jobs, any sexual act you want, really, so long as Tweek is calling the shots and watching (he can join in too!)

What's most important is in the end, Tweek has the hairiest balls in the room 😌

Clyde/Kenny/Bebe, crossdressing, 3sum, domination, begging

(Anonymous) 2022-08-24 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Bebe and Kenny (maybe in Princess Kenny garb?) double team Clyde

Stan/Kyle, ABDL

(Anonymous) 2022-08-24 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Kyle is into ABDL and Stan does his best to satisfy his boyfriend's fantasies (ideally Kyle as the adult baby since I've never seen that before but anything is fine!)

creek, edgeplay

(Anonymous) 2022-08-25 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
craigs on ssris and cannot cum, tweek thinks this is really hot and purposefully edges him because he loves watching craig squirm

Cartman/Damien/Pip, temperature play, sadomasochism, pyromania

(Anonymous) 2022-08-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Cartman and Damien have a pyromaniacs' competition over who can cause Pip to suffer more. Pip is enjoying himself too much. Optional degradation kink if they're grossed out that he gets off on it and tell him so

Tweek/Craig, oviposition, mpreg

(Anonymous) 2022-08-26 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
alien tweek knocks up spaceman craig and they have an assload of babies

creek/kyman, foursome, dirty talk, fighting/blood

(Anonymous) 2022-08-27 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
the girls bet creek and kyman a lot of money that they won't have a foursome, and everyone is uncomfortable except for cartman who thinks it's funny. cartman calls tweek a whore and craig and kyle both punch cartman in his mouth. cartman keeps talking dirty to embarrass kyle and craig refuses to suck any dick that's been in cartman's ass even with a condom on. tweek doesn't care though (twyle dick suck aw yea)

the girls might be watching outside with binoculars but it's up to you!!

Tweek/Craig, Xenophilia

(Anonymous) 2022-08-27 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
After he pisses a mischievous imp Tweek off, Craig gets turned into a cat-human hybrid. They fuck for whatever reason. Craig keeps munching on Tweek's tail which is very sensitive and Tweek is trying to restrain Craig/show dominance by biting behind his neck, Craig is very needyyy

Professor Chaos/Mysterion, electricity play, bondage

(Anonymous) 2022-08-27 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Mysterion finds himself captured by the nefarious Professor Chaos, chained up and at the mercy his nemesis. The villain planned to use his powers to torment the hero, but weirdly enough... Mysterion seems to enjoy the electric current that jolts through his body. Bonus if Chaos has a gentle touch while his electricity packs a mean bite, and extra bonus if he breaks character after a particularly painful zap and is super remorseful!

Re: Professor Chaos/Mysterion, electricity play, bondage

(Anonymous) 2022-09-27 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Bro, I was deadass writing something like this earlier this week. Great minds think alike ;)

Thanks for the motivation to finish, I'll post the link here when I'm done.

craig/tweek, auralism

(Anonymous) 2022-08-28 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
craig is put on a psych hold for punching his fucking boss and his hospital roommate gets horny on sleeping pills. craig likes the sounds he makes

Bebe/Henrietta, overstimulation to the point of pain

(Anonymous) 2022-08-29 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Bebe eats Henrietta’s pussy for hours.

Everyone (plus or minus whomever) - group, blowjob/handjob

(Anonymous) 2022-08-30 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
The boys remeasure their dingdongs in college because they were prepubescent the first time around. This time they will account for growth spurts and growers v. showers by means of a fluffer. Fluffer/boys can be whoever you desire and things can escalate as much as you like

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