No idea where this came from. Just a quick little oneshot thing. Is it cutters or buttman? (CartmanxButters)?

Dislcaimer: I don't own South Park. Or Cartman. Or Butters.


Property

"Aw geez, Eric, I-I dunno. Tattoos are permanent. I might get grounded."

"What're you going to get grounded for? You're an adult. They can't ground you."

"I suppose…But really, a tattoo?"

"You said you wanted something rebellious, something to prove you weren't chicken. Tattoos aren't for wimps, Butters. Y'know what," the older brunette smirked. "I'll even pay for it."

The smaller blond looked up. "Really? That's awfully nice of you, Eric. But a-are you sure?"

"Just follow my word, and every cent is paid."

The blonde looked around nervously. He really did want to be rebellious. He wanted to show everyone that he could be bad. He could do something shocking, more shocking than cussing to his parents.

That's what he loved about his boyfriend. No matter how deceiving and evil he could be, he always could take a stand and wasn't afraid to break the rules. He was fierce; something the young blond was not.

"Butters, if you don't want to be a pussy, then getting a tattoo is a definite way to prove yourself."

"I dunno, Eric. What if, what if it turns out bad or something?"

"It won't. Don't you trust me?"

Butters hated those words. He did trust Eric, in more ways than he probably should. He was his boyfriend after all, even if he could be misleading. While Eric tend to do things heavily frowned upon, he really wasn't that bad of a guy once you get to know him.

"Well, yeah. But you ain't gonna have me get some Nazi symbol are you?"

"I promise Butters, no Nazi symbols will be on your body." The brunette said with a sigh. "Butters, if you want a free tattoo, you have to get what I say."

"Well, as long as it's not racist or degrading or s-something," the blond stuttered. "I sure wouldn't want to walk around with something like that on me forever."

"It won't be degrading, or racist, or something noticeable. It's an ass tattoo."

The blond boy's eyes widened. "Is that gonna be painful? I don't know if I want something there. No one else is gonna see it-" The blond was cut off.

"If it wasn't painful, it wouldn't be worth it. Jesus Christ Butters, get on the damn table and let the fuck do his job. In the end, it's worth it. Even fucking Stan has an ass tattoo."

"H-he does?"

"Of course his does, Butters. Now just do it."

"Well okay," the blonde said nervously, lying down on the table. He winced at the pain the process brought. He knew it was going to hurt, but not this bad. He just wished for it to be over with, that he could skip the pain process.

In what felt like forever's time, he finally finished. He was in pain all over, and God he'd never let Eric talk him into something like this again.

"Well Son, do you want to see your partners," he glanced over at Eric. "interesting choice in tattoo?"

"Sure," the blond mumbled. He just hoped it wasn't anything bad. He knows no one would ever see it, probably, but still, he didn't want anything bad on him.

"Now you're with me forever," the brunette smirked. "Can't runaway if you tried." He rested his hand on Butter's shoulder as the blond carefully read the ink forever printed on his ass through the mirror.

Eric's Bitch.

Well, at least he knows now that his boyfriend loves him.

Guess this is how he shows it.

End.


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