#bottomcraigweek

[bottomcraigweek]

Presenting...

It’s here! Bottom Craig Week will take place from July 21-27 (and the 28th as a bonus day) this year! Each day of the week has a “general” theme, and all you wonderful artists and writers can mix and match the R18 themes with any day you want!

This week is open to all Craig ships, so let’s spread the love!

Tag your works with #BottomCraigWeek or #BottomCraigWeek2k19 so we can share!

And a special thanks to @kuroxanarts for the amazing art!

[kuroxanarts]

Day 3 of Bottom Craig week: Dress up.

They're just playing. Tweek's not actually a demon. Maybe.

@bottomcraigweek

[hanamachii]

I figured everyone would do SoT or FB for alternate so I decided to use my own AU Tweek the (Not) Cowardly Monster Hunter on his first fight against Craig. Craig is based on loosely on the first monster that attacks Courage (Which the au is based off on) the Space Chicken. So here’s my entry for @bottomcraigweek  Day 1: Alternate Universe

[psychopathpinkgirl]

Day 2: Public

...Just...I don´t know(? What is more public than porn?(???) And sorry for de censure :(

And on the other hand,  I will say once and for all that I do not see bottoms as women, of course not. I simply have a weakness for drawing Craig very feminine, and in the last drawing, this was an AU from an artist who also likes to draw him like that. For what I would appreciate if you don't tell me homophobic without reason. Thanks <3

[yuu-draws]

It’s Bottom Craig Week 🙌 ✨

Tumblr may have new policies, but no one can stop me from posting this innocent drawing! 😉👌

also posted on twitter / instagram

[otherluces]

So I’m writing a smutty kink fic for @bottomcraigweek ’s Day 4: Domestic theme, but I’m a slow writer and it’s probably gonna end up on the longer side for me, so here’s a little taster for now (below the cut so that any of my followers who don’t want to see it don’t have to), and hopefully I can finish it after work Sunday night/Monday morning.

“Getting His Just Deserts” (working title and possible final title)

Saturday was Craig’s favorite day of the week. Most people would agree with him on that. However, Craig didn’t like Saturdays best because he got to be a weekend warrior or because he could go out clubbing. No, Craig liked Saturdays best because it was the one night a week that all of his roommates had off. Saturday night was the one night that they could all have fun together.

It had honestly taken a lot to work out all of their schedules this way.

Clyde worked in construction and his company never worked weekends, so that was easy. 

Tweek’s social work was Monday through Friday as well. Not that at-risk children were suddenly not at-risk on the weekends, but that’s just how the job worked.

As a nurse, Kenny had to work every other weekend, but he worked daytime shifts, so he was always home in time for dinner, no matter what.

Stan and Kyle were both currently in school. Stan had taken a few years off from school, but had recently decided to go back to get his BS in Biology. He worked part-time in retail, which was notorious for scheduling people on weekends, but like Kenny, he worked morning and early afternoon shifts and was off the clock by five. 

Kyle’s schedule was honestly the most difficult to change. He had to be hounded for days until he agreed to not study or write his papers on Saturday nights. Excelling in law school was important, but study breaks to bond with your friends were important, too. 

Craig didn’t have to change his schedule. He had quit his office job a year ago and was currently doing freelance writing work from home. The other guys had been worried about this move at first, but over time, they had grown to appreciate it.

Craig’s attention was pulled away from his task by a growling noise behind him. He could tell exactly who it was by the pitch of the growl, and the fact that there were only two other people in the house. He felt an excited chill run down his spine as he felt predatory eyes on his back.

“Hey!” said Tweek. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Clyde growled again, but this time it sounded annoyed. “Dude, I know the rules! I’m not going to touch until everyone gets home. I just...I can look, right? It’s not my fault he always looks like a snack.”

“Yeah. It’s my fault,” Tweek laughed. “It was my turn to pick out what he wore while doing the chores today.” He crossed his arms and proudly looked at the results of his decision.

Craig was on his hands and knees, scrubbing the bathtub, while only wearing an apron.

“Bravo, good sir, bravo,” Clyde said as he applauded Tweek. “I’m going to have to remember that one. You don’t mind if I use your idea, right?”

Clyde and Tweek continued talking about Craig like he couldn’t hear them. Craig paused his cleaning for a moment and closed his eyes. He wanted to drink this all in. The humiliation. The service. The exhibitionism. He felt the familiar stirring in the pit of his stomach, and he felt his cock begin to rub against the cotton.

Craig couldn’t quite remember how he had learned he enjoyed being sexually humiliated and exhibition. He vaguely remembers a time back in college when his roommate at the time walked in on him and a random hook-up . . . and the roommate stayed. It hadn’t been the most consensual act of voyeurism and exhibitionism, but it had awoken something in him. The guy he’d been fucking had then started to whisper in his ear about how dirty and depraved he was to be enjoying his roommate watching them. Craig had finished shortly thereafter.

Things were never quite the same between him and his roommate, and he never saw the random hook-up ever again, but Craig had learned an important part about his sexuality.

His love of service was a more recent development. Once he had left his office job and had a more flexible schedule, he started to take it upon himself to do a lot of the household chores. Initially, it was just to be helpful. His roommates were working hard and either didn't have a lot of free time, or like Kenny and Clyde, were utterly exhausted when they got off work. Soon, the others began to notice and started to praise him. Craig loved the praise, so he started to do it more often. He loved the smiles on his roommates faces.

To make a long story short, those smiles eventually somehow turned into erections and Craig was soon being repaid for his taking care of the house with a lot of dick. Craig was in his own gay submissive paradise.

However, his writing work began to suffer and the rest of the house wasn't able to make enough to cover his share. That's when Kyle had the idea of adding more structure to this routine. Once a week, on Saturdays, Craig would spend the day in service. Dinner would be ready in time for the last person to arrive home. Finally for dessert, Craig would get rewarded by getting fucked every which way by the people he most cared about in this world. This way, during the rest of the week, Craig could focus on his work, but still make time to enjoy his kinks.

He finished rinsing the tub and turned off the faucet. He stood up, wincing at the feeling in his knees as they moved once again. He straightened out his apron, then turned around to see Tweek and Clyde still standing in the doorway, staring at him. He averted his eyes and hoped they wouldn't notice the pink forming in his cheeks.

He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Mr. Donovan, Mr. Tweek. May I come through, please?"

“So polite,” said Tweek.

“So polite,” said Clyde. “Do you think we should let him through?”

“Mmm, I don’t know if he we should let him through.”

Craig knew that his roommates loved to mess with him when he was in service submissive headspace. Clyde, especially, would often say to him on Sunday mornings that his favorite part was being able to boss him around without fear of a bitingly sarcastic comeback. Craig liked being messed with, though. He felt that it extended the enjoyment. He didn’t get instant gratification for the service he provided, and it allowed for some consensual embarrassment, which just made his cock harder.

“How about…” Tweek continued. “How about we let him through if the tub passes inspection?”

“I think that’s a good idea, Tweek.”

Craig stepped aside as Tweek walked past him and crouched down. He studied the tub, searching for any remaining stains or mildew.

“It certainly looks clean. Almost clean enough to eat off of it…” Tweek spun around and looked at Craig, a sadistic twinkle in his eyes.

Clyde could sense what Tweek was about to say and cut him off before he could open his mouth. “Hey! I know where you’re about to go with that, and that would be breaking the rules!”

“But I wouldn’t actually be touching him…” Tweek whined.

“Ah-ah! No, bad Tweek! Besides, it’s not that much longer until dinner. Come on, let’s get out of his way so we can enjoy the meal later.”

Craig started to open his mouth. He wanted to ask what Clyde meant by ‘meal’; did he mean the actual food, or did he mean Craig? He quickly closed his mouth as he realized that this was Clyde - he meant both. Smiling, he quietly left the bathroom and headed into the kitchen.

[lordjenjen-writes-trash]

Coon and Friends and the Town Gay by Aaryck Karttmen

Written for Day 1 of @bottomcraigweek. It goes without saying it's NSFW.

Summary: Craig is walking through the park when he's assaulted by rapists. It's up to Coon and Friends to save him. An Aaryck Karttmen fan fiction.

Warnings: Mentions of attempted rape. No actual rape happens.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[hagspice]

On Bottom Craig Week discourse

Right now there are so many ignorant harpies who don’t even understand what they are arguing about trolling this theme week.

Most of us adults see the characters ultimately as switch, because it isn’t realistic for most people to exclusively be one or the other. We’re fucking adults who actually understand how sexuality works. This is a theme week highlighting this type of content, not a specific type of Craig, duh. 

The trolls keep bringing up Tweek out of nowhere, which is funny b/c damn near all of us are multishippers and this isn’t about Creek. Make a bottom Tweek week. If it’s well done and not run by someone who is batshit crazy, I’ll enjoy and support the fuck out of it, because I’m not a stereotyping dumbass. 

We don’t need a bunch of 19 year olds barging into a space that’s not suited to their tastes in order to tell us what our motivations are. Because when we explain it, they don’t fucking understand anyway. 

p.s. Thank you to the young members of the fandom who are peaceful, insightful, and fun to share with. I hope your shining influences can rub off on the problematic fans