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south_park_kink_meme) wrote2022-07-20 03:24 pm
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!
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!
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!
Re: craig/tweek, shower sex, stranger encounter
(Anonymous) 2023-01-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)If he’s lucky, the other person is covered too.
There’s another obvious reason, but most guys won’t ever own up to being the one that jacks off in the communal showers and inevitably clogs the drains. So Craig doesn’t either. He just tries to relax, close his eyes, and let his mind run free form over vaguely sexy thoughts.
Okay, so that’s also not the truth.
Recently, his thoughts have had a very directed form. Namely that of a scrawny guy with crazed blond hair that sits two rows in front of and five seats down from him in English 103. Two weeks ago, Craig found out his name was Tweek, yes, for real Craig, it’s what he puts at the top of his essays in Psych class. Kenny might be fucking with him, but Craig doesn’t trust Clyde to do reconnaissance because he’s just as likely to overshare with Tweek and scare him away.
Like Craig is pretty sure he did at a dorm party a few nights ago when he found him and Tweek together in line for drinks. Craig had attempted eye contact, trying to think of something not terribly lame to start a conversation. But he didn’t get that far because Tweek had frozen, eyes wide in terror, before bolting from the party. The only reason Craig didn’t feel absolutely horrible about it was because it seems Tweek spends most of his time either in some maladaptive daydream or nervously glancing around the room like he expects something to leap out of thin air and attack. Honestly, part of him wonders if Tweek had even noticed Craig at that party.
That said, here he is, his thoughts circling around Tweek in a mutinous scheme with his dick to make sure Craig doesn’t ever forget him. How soft his hair must be, how strongly those wiry muscles can grab and clutch at Craig as they move together in his head. If he’s quiet or can’t help the smallest of noises from escaping when Craig thrusts into him.
He’s really into it, fucking his fist with quiet grunts, imagining this guy who will probably never look his way in real life. Then he realizes the whines feeding into his fantasy aren’t just in his head. Whoever it is, it sounds like they're in a good deal of distress, maybe even pain? The distraction is enough to temper his arousal a bit and he sighs around the fact that he should check on whoever it is. Having someone’s death on his hands because he couldn’t stop jerking off isn’t a good look.
Though perhaps he should have kept to himself because the moment he opens the stall door his dick twitches at the sight before him. Tweek must be on something— his hair is more deranged than usual, mouth slack, eyes glazed and almost swallowed by his pupils. A pleasant blush dusts his cheeks, down his throat and to his chest, which Craig can tell because the fluffy bathrobe Tweek chose to wear out of his dorm is haphazard and falling off one shoulder.
“Craig.”
Any stammered excuse to remove himself from the situation dies at the way Tweek purrs his name. How does he know his name? Tweek knows he exists?
He certainly does now: Tweek slips his fingers over Craig’s wet skin, hooking over his shoulders and pushing him back into the shower stall. Tweek’s lips are sloppy over the skin of his neck, his ear.
“Mmm I—” unable to finish that thought, Tweek nuzzles into the crook of Craig’s shoulder, pressing himself into the other’s space until it’s impossible to ignore how hard he is. It doesn’t help Craig’s situation in the slightest.
“I think we should—” Craig is cut off by that mouth— the mouth he’s thought about kissing, about it sucking his cock— on his. When Tweek pulls back the hazy look is still there but there’s also a fierce determination. A hunger. Tweek pulls at his own robe like it means to hold him captive.
“Lock the door! Don’t want them watching.”
It is locked and as far as he knows they’re alone, so Craig pulls Tweek away from the door and under the warm shower as he steps out of his robe.
“You have no idea how much I— hmm, too shy to ask.” Tweek can’t seem to keep his thoughts coherent. Craig is having trouble as well, with how Tweek keeps grinding against him. He lets a hand slide from the other’s neck along his spine down to his hips and Tweek shivers out a groan.
“It’s okay,” Craig isn’t sure what else to say, “You don’t have to ask.”
That is apparently the right option because Tweek growls and Craig almost tips over from the sudden weight hanging off him. The only thing keeping him upright as Tweek attempts— and succeeds— to climb him are the grips on his non-slip shower shoes. In spite of Tweek’s tenacity, the water from the shower makes maintaining a hold almost impossible for either of them and Craig curses as he tries to secure his arms under Tweek’s butt and thighs. Luckily, the tile wall has a built-in lip for placing toiletries and he deposits Tweek on this.
“Fuck—”
Without the fear of falling, Tweek immediately reaches between them to stroke Craig’s dick. The spray has slicked down Tweek’s hair, cascaded down his skin and made everything wet, which makes the slide of their mouths and Tweek’s touch on his cock and balls all the more agonizingly wonderful. Craig is lost in the kiss and it eventually takes an impatient whine and a tug on his dick to realize Tweek is trying to line him up.
“Shouldn’t we—”
“Ah, stop asking questions,” Tweek groans and he’s right, because he already prepared and Craig is so overwhelmed at how hot that is and how tight Tweek feels. Listening to Tweek is clearly the right choice from here on out. He hooks his elbows under Tweek’s knees and the first thrust punches the air out of both of them. With the second, Craig groans. By the third, Tweek’s fingers dig into his back with a laughing sob and they are lost in the sounds and sensation and movement under the spray of the showerhead.
It doesn’t take long for Tweek’s movements to grow desperate, legs straining apart in Craig’s hold. Craig’s back will be raw for a week after. It’s worth it for the breathy moans, the clenching and pulsing around his dick as Tweek comes untouched between them. Craig follows soon after because fuck, that was hot. None too soon either, his arms are trembling from this unheard of level of exertion. For a moment they catch their breath and Tweek looks like he wants to say something. His hand pauses just shy of Craig’s cheek.
“Augh! I have to go!”
With an awkward unseating, Tweek stumbles out of the shower stall, robe only half on by the time he reaches the exit.
The next day, Craig tries to approach to figure out what the fuck happened but Tweek pales then blushes as soon as he see him, scurrying to his desk as the professor walks in. He’s definitely watching Craig, but he dares not make eye contact, flinching back to the lecture the moment he realizes Craig is watching him, too. He pulls a disappearing act after class and Craig resigns himself to the fact that this was a one-time fluke that Tweek clearly regrets.
Until two days later, when Craig is in the shower at his usual time. His heart skips a beat when he hears familiar whimpers outside his shower stall. Then a voice, smoothed out once again by whatever pills had been swallowed previously.
“Craig?”
Re: craig/tweek, shower sex, stranger encounter
(Anonymous) 2023-01-18 03:12 am (UTC)(link)