Hold The Cream

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/36365800.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Category: M/M
Fandom: South Park
Relationship: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak
Character: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Leopold
"Butters" Stotch, Wendy Testaburger, Red (South Park), Tricia Tucker,
Token Black, Eric Cartman, Clyde Donovan, Bebe Stevens
Additional Tags: Craig grooms Tweek online but he’s actually nice, Rape/Non-con
Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape, Past Rape/Non-
con, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Rape Recovery, Blow Jobs, First Time,
First Kiss, pedo, Pedophilia, Hebephilia, Map - Freeform, Top Craig
Tucker, Bottom Tweek Tweak, craig is actually mentally ill but that
doesn’t excuse his actions, Craig is taking care of Tweek, Tweek is
being abused either way, PICK YOUR POISON, Underage Drinking,
Underage Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Grooming, Online Dating,
Sexting, Humiliation, Verbal Abuse, Explicit Sexual Content, Dead
Dove: Do Not Eat, Not Beta Read, Non-Sexual Age Play, age-gap, Age
Difference, Age Regression/De-Aging, Size Difference, Size Kink
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-01-11 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3262

Hold The Cream

by PsychoticCraig

Summary

Craig and Tweek have been in an online relationship for 2 years and now Tweek wants to
meet Craig in person. The only problem is, Tweek is 13 and Craig is 24.

Craig identifies as a MAP or “minor attracted person” and struggles with his sexual
attraction towards children. He helplessly fell in love with a young boy online named
Tweek, and Tweek fell in love with Craig. The only father figure in his life who hasn’t hurt
him in his mind. Tweek has been sexually abused at home since he was a toddler and now
Craig wants to put a stop to it. Although it may threaten his reputation and relationship with
Tweek forever if he does.

READ THE TAGS. DONT LIKE? DONT READ.

Notes
 THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND SHOULD NOT BE REPLICATED IN REAL
LIFE. ALTHOUGH INSPIRED ON REAL LIFE TOPICS, IF THIS TOOK PLACE IN
REAL LIFE I WOULD NOT AND DO NOT CONDONE IT.

THIS IS ONLY A STORY I HAVE CAME UP WITH FROM MY IMAGINATION, IF

YOU HAVE BEEN GROOMED, SEXUALLY ASSAULTED, OR ANYTHING ELSE
THATS TAKEN PLACE IN THIS BOOK I SYMPATHIZE WITH YOU HEAVILY AND
DO NOT FETISHIZE YOUR EXPERIENCE.

THIS STORY IS TO BRING LIGHT TO TOPICS I DONT SEE ANYONE TALKING

ABOUT ONLINE. THIS IS A BOOK BY AN ADULT FOR ADULTS. IF YOU ARE A
MINOR DO NOT READ THIS, IF YOU PROCEED ANYWAYS DO NOT COMMENT
ON IT.

THANK YOU!

Tweek opened up his chrome book, the one that led him down so many rabbit holes and showed
him so many awful things no young boy his age should see. From torture porn, disturbing films,
gore, simulated rape, sick fetishizes, and other equally as interesting yet borderline illegal things. It
fascinated him, the beauty of the online world, how you could be anyone you desired to be. The
anonymity and the pure aestheticism you could reflect with a few cutesy fonts and photos you stole
from Google. He loved it, decorating all his profiles, making little bios, bragging about his
"fiancé". He wasn’t a catfish, that wasn’t his intention, he never used his fake identity for personal
gain.

His fiancé always said they were going to get married, that's what he promised Tweek at least. And
he held onto every word of it. That this man he met online would take him away from the harsh
realities of abuse and torment that happened in his real life home. On most platforms, Tweek had to
lie about his age. No minor was allowed to be seen on the pages he wanted to be seen on, on the
DDLG Twitter fantasy accounts, hard kink instagrams, or private tumblrs that barely made it past
the new update that happened years ago. So, on his main pages he was a 19 year old twink, pretty
blond hair, kinks that would make grown men cry if they participated, and cute, pastel, aesthetics
decorating his pages. With that sweet, special, label that kept him out of everywhere he wanted to
be.

"MINORS DNI"

Yeah, it was easy to pretend to be someone else when you were already put into adult situations.
When a grown man had shoved his dick into your every orifice. It was also quite believable to
adults that you were an adult when you posted rape fantasies to say how you wanted to vomit while
your "daddy" shoved his cock all the way down your tight, "underaged", throat, not stopping for
anything. Of course the underaged part was always a part of the fantasy, at least they thought that
much. It was brutal, disgusting, and nasty. But that's what Tweeks life was, and he decorated it
with pretty pink fonts of lies and deceitfulness to cover it up. No one ever questioned his maturity
because he could always cover it up with, "it's my trauma". That's just how it worked in these types
of spaces. As long as he kept his face out of sight, everything else was out of mind.
Although, there were darker parts of the internet, places and sites where he felt more "real" to the
world. Like he belonged and could stay belonging. Those sites were where he chatted with children
who shared similar interests as him, similar kinks, similar fetishes, similar trauma, but also were
looking for older men to take them on adventures and explore new things. They also enjoyed
places called quick chats, they weren't permanent, they only lasted 10 minutes, it hooked you up to
a random man in your selected perimeter and you guys would talk, share nudes, flirt, anything.
That's how Tweek met his wonderful "fiancé". Poor thing was crumbling, Tweek was heavily
attracted to him. He wasn't like the rest of the creeps. He was real, honest, ashamed. He was
ashamed and the young boy liked that. He also wasn’t that old, at the time only being 22 while
Tweek was 11. Most men he chatted with were around 35 to 65.

When the chat started it took 2 minutes to get a response from his "fiancé", before he tried a new
approach. Tweek sent a photo of his ass, sprawled out on his bed, covered in his own cum,
completely naked. His cheeks were blushed with bruises and marks, those he had given himself
and those his father had given him, and then the man responded. He said something no other
"creep" had said to him. It was astonishing in all honesty.

"I'm going to be sick."

And everything took off from there. Tweek quickly convinced the man to exchange twitters, the
strangers being an empty account, simply titled "SpacemanCraig". It was too often MAPs as they
called themselves used blank accounts for their first interactions, to make sure they weren't being
baited. But this guy, Craig, wasn't using a blank account purposefully. He simply had no use in
social media, he didn't trust it as he said. He was scared the police would find him, track him
down, arrest him. He said he just wanted help. They called for the rest of the night and Tweek
listened to Craig's muffled iPhone mic through his sheets as he talked about all his life experiences.
From how he was molested as a child to save his sister from seeing the same fate, to how in high
school everyone shamed him for being gay.

The poor man was repulsed by himself, by his actions and thoughts, he hadn't even done anything..
yet. Nothing compared to the greasy old men Tweek had contacted before. They used to seem so
charming, the middle aged 45 year olds with wives, but this man, he was a Greek god. Perfect,
naive, a virgin of sorts. Tweek could mold him to be the perfect man of his dreams. And that's
what he wanted. He liked his new "daddy", how gentle he was, how many boundaries he was
afraid to cross, how shy he was. He refused to even send dick pictures for the first 6 months. That
never stopped Tweek from sending photos to Craig, specifically when he was at work. Most times
they would face time and Tweek would wear the skimpiest little tank top, pretend he had an itch on
his side and pull his tank top up, eventually rolling around and sliding out of it.

Craig always kept his eyes on his face.

He was too nice.

But now he wasn't ashamed anymore, he took care of him like he was husband. They were in love
according to Tweek. That's what they were. In love.

Tweek didn't need these specific sites anymore, he also had other rooms he liked to visit,
specifically the ones for children like him, the ones with fucked up families, fucked up mentalities,
and fucked up fantasies. Craig always said to stay away from those kids, but he never did, because
he liked the company, where he could simply be himself. He didn't have to hide behind a mask or a
shield, the stupid "DNI's" and everything else that kept him from being who he wanted to be. So he
created a decent profile, one that looked to be pulled out of MySpace, since that's how the site was
formatted. A shady, 2000s site probably ran by some old man out of his backyard.

Tweek added some sparkly gifs, some plant gifs, pinks, blues, yellows, striped backgrounds, little
ufos in homage to his boyfriend, and other little things. He had a bio, a bio that shared his true
identity. It consisted of his age, name, location, and other little factoids about him. His height,
weight, gender, pronouns. Anything any man would want to know if they were looking for a new
fucktoy to grab. But Tweek was taken and he prided himself on being taken. He flaunted it, always
posting on his board about how amazing his "daddy" was. It was true, Craig was amazing, as
amazing as a 24 year old “groomer” could get. But in some strange way, Tweek was already
looking to be groomed. He wanted a man to take control of his life, and he didn’t mind at all. Craig
took care of Tweek, read him bedtime stories, made sure he brushed his teeth twice a day and ate 3
meals a day, played him music on his guitar, and other little gestures of kindness.

When they did have sexual communication it was always on Tweeks part to start it up. Craig never
wanted to be responsible for that kind of thing. He often followed along exactly as Tweek told him
to, and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching his little boy get off, and control how he got off, even if
he didn't know he was in control. Tweek wanted Craig just as bad as he wanted him. Thankfully,
they were in the same location, then same town actually. Although they had never met, never seen
one another. Tweek fantasized about it, but considering they had lived in this town all their lives
and never seen each other once, he thought it was a lie. But Craig lived on the opposite end and
worked as a bartender at one of the higher end bars, which Tweek would know nothing about.

Some nights when it got too bad, Tweek would sob on the phone, choking on his own snot and
spit, begging Craig to come pick him up. Craig wasn't a man who could control his temptations
very well, and he almost caved most times. But had to stand his ground, and say no. Which made
Tweek feel rejected. This was the reason Tweek was online tonight, to talk to his friend about
meeting up with his fiancé. And how they could do it privately, safely, securely, since Craig was
soo obsessed over that.

Tweek clicked over to his messages, seeing the only message he truly cared about amongst the
piles of creepy men who shouldn't be on the site to begin with. It's now or never.

TweekTwink08: heyyystshs

ButtersCreamPie: hIyaaaa!!

TweekTwink08: I mis him ):

ButtersCreamPie: me too ):::

TweekTwink08: he s so tmhhot

ButtersCreamPie: I kno he haznt been on all day )::::

TweekTwink08: yus he hasz?!/!!

ButtersCreamPie: nOT mY BOYTOY NO HE HASNT

TweekTwink08: I DONDT MIS s haIM

ButtersCreamPie: whY not?!!!

TweekTwink08: I mis s m y fiancé

TweekTwink08: his big cockjjddjdjdj
TweekTwink08: I want it in meeee
TweekTwink08: nowwwwwww

ButtersCreamPie: hez cool 2

TweekTwink08: he's gona b. My husband

TweekTwink08: no more shit from rciahrd
TweekTwink08: hesz not gentl ceaig is gonn b gentle

ButtersCreamPie: ughdhehd are you sure he's even good 4 you babeeee
ButtersCreamPie: hes an insecure man
ButtersCreamPie: he'll turn himself in the day it's convenient
ButtersCreamPie: u kno I only stay here 4 you. Me and kendoll worked. I don't gotta look for gross
pedos anymore. He's not even a pedo. Ur dating a pedo

TweekTwink08: HESBD NOTHD A LEDO SHURBFHEFUCK UROLDN

ButtersCreamPie: shhhshshshshhs I'm sorry whatbersz

ButtersCreamPie: *hebie

TweekTwink08: he Loves me for who I am on the inside when unthrow all dthat kink stuff out of
the way butter

ButtersCreamPie: I used 2 be naive like you babe now I found my real manz okay??? Maybe daddy
Craig isn't the one.

TweekTwink08: he is the one.

ButtersCreamPie: damn bitch never seen u so serious

ButtersCreamPie: okayokayokay whatvevevez
ButtersCreamPie: so he is the one u need to meet hun

TweekTwink08: hes sdvared he'll be taken aewy

TweekTwink08: Kenny has some time for hsit like thisbs

ButtersCreamPie: he was stupid and niagevee now I'm an adult and we are adults togwther u have
a long way to go

TweekTwink08: 3 and 1/2 year

ButtersCreamPie: Craig's dick is 3 and 1/2 inches

TweekTwink08: I HATW YOU

TweekTwink08: YOUBMET KENNY FUCKING UFLY FACE WHEN HE WAS 40 AND YOU
WERE 10 SO WHAT SO WHQR SO WHAR YOURE AN WDULT SHUT RHE FUCK YO O
HARW YOU I HAREBDUCKTOUJRS

ButtersCreamPie: calm down hun it was different

TweekTwink08: HE LIKED YOU HECAUSE U WERE A CHILD

TweekTwink08: UR JEALOUS CRAIG LOVES ME BEXAYSE OF WHO I AM ON THE
INSIDE ANS NOT BECAUSE IK A FUCKING KID.
TweekTwink08: GOODBYE

Tweek slammed his chrome book shut, hot tears boiling up in his eyes. He hated his online friends
some times. Especially Butters, the only one who knew his true identity yet somewhat supported
him on his way to meet Craig and marry him. But Butters wasn't compliant because he was jealous,
jealous that Craig wasn't fucked up like his boyfriend was. That had to be it.

Tweek pushed his chrome book aside and crawled up closer to the green, worn pillows in his bed,
he latched onto his teddy bear, one that Craig had sent him in a secret package he lied to his dad
about. He said he had gotten it from Amazon. He held it tight to his thin, fragile, body and let the
salty tears flow onto it’s soft fur mercilessly. He sniffled, thinking back to who his father was,
thinking back to who Craig was. They couldn't be the same person, they weren't. His father was a
pedophile, an evil man who molested children for power and control. Craig was a MAP, someone
who couldn't control his attraction due to his past traumas. Someone who loved Tweek for who he
truly was and wanted to take care of him.

The blond needed his boyfriend.

~~~

Craig was sitting on his couch relaxing, he had just arrived home from therapy. That was his
church, his religion, his salvation. When he needed to repent, he went to therapy. He didn't believe
in god or a higher power, but he believed in good and evil, and the little thing he had online was
good, pure, innocence. He, however, was evil, disgusting, disgraceful. And when he died, he knew
the world had created a place for evil like him and he would be subjected to the worst torture
possible, as if every day he didn't already live it. Miserable, living in guilt and fear, praying the
cops didn't show up at his door for something he couldn't control. An urge that had been there for
as long as he could remember.

It all started when he outgrew his friends, that desire for the younger was still there.

In 10th grade, everyone wanted to be with the seniors, but Craig had his eye set on that one 6th
grader he saw every day after school. In 12th he moved on to the 8th graders, and soon enough, by
the time he was twenty he had a desire for something he hated and found disgustingly pure. He
fought it every day and every night, praying to whatever god was out there to set him free, end him
of his suffering, and he even tried taking his own life. Leaving two disgusting gashes on both of his
wrists, trailing up stream. Thick scars that never healed right; always reminding him of what he
could never do. To cope with his horrendous thoughts he discovered the terminology of being a
"MAP", and that's what he called himself. A minor attracted person, someone who couldn't control
their attraction. Although he despised the people who used this term to cover up their actual
motives.

Then one day he met his angel, Tweek, and everything seemed to align, until it didn't. Some part of
Craig wanted to believe Tweek was his age, he has to be. They related too much, felt too much of
the same emotion, understood too much, but no, the little asshole had to be 11 at the time. A little
more than 10 years younger than him. He was repulsed. Until slowly their friendly chats became
more intimate, and Craig gave into his awful desires, falling deeply in love with a child who he
could never have, until he did. Tweek always went pining after him, in group chats, around their
friends, in private, until he finally made a move, asking him to take care of him. Asking Craig to
make a promise to take care of him for as long as he lived.

Craig couldn't say no to that.

Then everything went blank.

Everyone thought he was better, he told himself he was better. He wasn't a vile creature, he wasn't
going to whatever hellish world resided for him. But he was. So there he sat, on his couch after
therapy, completely numb to this fact and accepting of it. He sipped on a glass of wine, watching
the tv in front of him. He had a nice house, fit for a family of 4, even though he never planned on
having one. He planned on bringing Tweek here one day, showing him around, telling him of all
the nice things they would be. Then when he turned 17, the legal age in Colorado, taking him away
from his disgusting family. The family that allowed his father to rape and beat him every time he
felt the need to.

Craig felt sick to his stomach.

The ravenette put his glass of wine down, grabbing the remote and turning down the TV. Now on
the topic of Tweek, he missed his boy. His sweet boy, his angel, his sunshine. Craig reached into
his pocket, pulling out his phone, he opened it up, typing in his long password, just a part of his
paranoia. His homescreen was his boyfriend, Tweek, if anyone asked he said it was his kid. Which
in a sense he wasn't lying. He saw Tweek as his kid most times, they did have kinky roleplays and
phone sex, but when they weren't playing DDLB, they also stayed in that dynamic non sexually.
Craig often took care of Tweek, like his own father didn't, and so he felt like his dad, he felt like he
could be his dad, and raise Tweek to be a good man. A good husband too, but only in his sick
fantasies. The ones he stored away in a box and pretended weren't there.

He opened up Discord and saw he had numerous messages from his friends, the friends that he lied
to, the friends that Tweek lied to. He never forced Tweek to lie to them, Tweek wanted to be a part
of his life, his friends, his plans. Tweek already had made a fake persona, and he was a pretty good
actor. The only thing was that he never turned on his mic in voice calls except around Craig. So no
one would get suspicious. Amongst the numerous messages he saw his boyfriend, Tweek. Under
the username "Baby Doll".

Craig clicked the icon quickly to see a long strand of text messages, a good morning one, some
rambling, a few songs, and then it went blank, which was abnormal considering they often
continued until he arrived online. Craig didn't have time to always be online considering he had a
9-5 job, but he made sure to always send a good morning text anyways. Normally he texted during
his break but today had been a busy day, too busy for his liking, one of those exhausting days that
made him want to come home to Tweek and just hold him. Knowing if Tweek and him lived
together though, Tweek would want to ride his dick all night.

Craig typed a simple "Hello." in response, taking mental note to listen to the songs later. Normally
around this time Tweek would be online, so this also concerned Craig. And he was the type to
worry much about anything other than the fact his baby was being abused at home, which made
him furious. After a few minutes of waiting, Craig decided against his better judgment to call
Tweek.

One ring..

Two..

Three..

Four..

Nothing.

Just before Craig was about to leave the call, the noise signifying the call had been picked up came
from his phone. It made Craig practically jump with excitement. "Tweek?" He nervously greeted,
worried and excited all the same.

A sniffling, weak, voice came from the other line.

"Craig?"

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