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South Park Kink Meme
This is a kink meme for South Park. It's fun and easy!
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People comment anonymously with their prompts. Then, others write fic or make art based on the prompts and post their creations in response to the original prompt comment below!
Guidelines:
1. Please do not fight about ships or content in your prompts.
2. Hit "Post a new comment" if you'd like to leave a prompt, and hit "Reply to this" beneath the prompt you'd like to fill if you're filling a prompt
It's traditional to write the fic in the replies, but you can leave external site links too (such AO3 for fic, or privatter for art).
3. Please see this example prompt if you need guidance! Prompts don't have to be elaborate; please just try to give writers/artists enough to work with ^~^
- Here is a list of kinks you may find helpful, and you can search on your own as well
- Got an idea that's SFW or not necessarily centered around kink? Check out the General Prompt Meme!
- Prompts can be filled any number of times; one fill does not close out the prompt!
- There's a kink meme Twitter account that tweets when prompts are filled and shares updates/news, and a tumblr where you can submit prompts as well
- Also a collection on AO3 if you should choose to post there as well and would like to add it. There is an input box for collections when you upload a new work on AO3, and you just type in: SouthParkKinkMeme_DW, and it'll pop up
- Here are some examples of past South Park Kink Memes on Livejournal if you're curious
Temp Note 7/30/22: I've had to turn on comment screening because of spamming, but prompts have been great otherwise, so keep 'em coming if you got 'em. Comment screening just means I have to hit a button for them to appear. Please see the FAQ post if you have any questions!
Please click here for a shortcut to the latest fills and prompts on this post!
There's also an index post with links to all the fills and prompts for easy access!
Tweek/Craig, loss of virginity, overstimulation, angst
(Anonymous) 2023-01-03 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tweek/Craig, loss of virginity, overstimulation, angst
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.