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Foolish Mortals Kink Meme!

(Stolen from DRRP's Kink Meme)

HERE'S SOME GUIDELINES/RULES:
1. All requests- smut, fluff, gen or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about Foolish Mortals.
2. Fic and art fills are all good.
3. This is for all rounds of Foolish Mortals. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable. (Even though there's only the Mock Trial and one Round so far)
4. Staying anon is fun but not required
5. There's going to be enough dicks to go around we don't need you to be one too.
6. Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in FM proper.
7. This is a judge free zone, however, we only ask that you be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
8. If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact us. This is ultimately just for fun and we would hate for it to become upsetting for anyone.
9. Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut or anything out of their comfort zone.

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These characters' players have asked to not have their characters involved in any and all smut prompts:
-Naminé
-Mike Chilton
-Star Butterfly
-Anna Sasaki
-Tip

These characters have been asked to be excluded from specific types of prompts:
-Lefou: No M/F ships
-Queen Elsa: No M/F ships
-Basil: No M/F ships
-Karolina Dean: No M/F ships

Edited 2018-02-18 17:14 (UTC)

naminé and ford go monster hunting in gravity falls

i'm linking it because it's big

tarzan: ape attorney

what if lawrence had to impersonate any of the other 24 guests?

Maui/LeFou. Sizekink.

It didn’t happen the first time that Maui slept in the nude with him, or even the second. But the third time, when Maui sat back down on the bed (and shooed Hei Hei away from trying to peck at the leaves he’d just taken off), Lefou wasn’t quite done kissing him yet, so he got up on his knees and cupped his cheek in his hand, turning the demigod’s face to him so he could catch his lips in a kiss, slow and warm and soft.

He squeaked into the kiss when Maui got fed up with the angle and reached around with one arm to sweep Lefou across his lap, his big hands manhandling him like he weighed nothing.

It was. Incredibly hot. He reached up to thread his fingers through Maui’s long, curly hair, leaning into the kiss. The push and pull of tongues was a dance that they’d gotten used to, as they explored each other. For instance, Maui learned that Lefou loved when he showed off a little bit of strength by sweeping him off his feet, a fact that Lefou made quite known with pleased sighs and delighted squeals and the occasional breathless moan.

And Lefou had learned that the way to get those responses was through earnest praise and admiration, a fact that Maui made known with mischievous smirks and playful growls and a deep rumble almost like a purr. This was definitely not an issue for Lefou, who loved nothing more than to get his hands on the demigod’s thick muscles and beautiful, ink-covered skin, to feel the raw strength burning him up from within. He could barely fit both hands halfway around one of Maui’s biceps, and the thought made him dizzy every time.

This wonderful, beautiful mountain of a man chose him.

He shifted very carefully to straddle one of Maui’s thighs, his arms sliding underneath that curtain of curly black hair to drape around his neck while they kissed. Maui rumbled encouragingly, his hands covering almost the entirety of Lefou’s hips. His thumbs slid up underneath Lefou’s untucked shirt, rubbing idly against his soft stomach, and he smirked into the kiss when he felt the shiver that ran down Lefou’s spine. Lefou shifted closer, pressed his still-clothed thigh up between Maui’s legs and relished the growl and the grip that tightened on his hips in response.

“May I?” he asked, teasingly, pulling back from the kiss.

“Uh, may you what?”

Lefou slid his hands over Maui’s shoulders and down his chest, and then sat down, brushing his hand against Maui’s cock.

“Oh,” said the demigod. “Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.” Rather than lean back up to steal another kiss, Lefou leaned forward to plant a kiss on Maui’s chest, in the center of the sun. And then he got up off the bed entirely, slipping out of Maui’s grip and nudging his knees apart as he knelt between them, propping his elbows on his lover’s knees and looking up at him with adoration.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. Maui cupped his face with one hand, brushing Lefou’s hair back behind his ear.

“You’re not so bad yourself, short stack,” he said. Lefou leaned down and bit his thigh playfully in retaliation for the nickname.

“I’m almost surprised you didn’t just say ‘I know,’” he said, in a disarmingly conversational tone as he took Maui’s half-hard cock in his hand and began to stroke it slow and steady. It was huge, proportional to the man it was attached to, and as it swelled in his hand the gap between his thumb and middle finger widened. He could feel his lover’s warm pulse beneath his fingertips, hot and steady against his palm, and he could barely wait until the fat head peeked out from beneath his foreskin before he leaned in to crown it with a gentle kiss. He felt Maui’s thighs tense on either side of him and probably shouldn’t have felt his cock jump in his breeches at the reminder of the fact that those legs could crush him, the rush of emotion at the fact that he was completely safe between them nonetheless.

“I do know how to return a compliment too,” Maui managed to retort before he tipped his head back with a low groan, bracing himself on the mattress with the hand not buried in Lefou’s hair. Lefou sucked the head into his mouth with a wet sound that actually pulled a whimper out of the demigod. Lefou only moaned in reply when the fingers in his hair tightened, flicking his tongue against the sensitive spot where the foreskin connected, stroking what wouldn’t fit in his mouth with his hand (and there was a lot that would never fit).

He could taste the salt of sweat and musk on Maui’s skin, the red-hot velvet texture of his cock heavy and filling his mouth and his senses with nothing but Maui, Maui, Maui. He closed his eyes and savored it with a deep, vibrato moan. His other hand cupped Maui’s sack, thumb rubbing over the soft, delicate skin, pressing sweetly against his heavy balls, and Maui tensed beneath him with a broken-off cry.

“Lef-- Oh!” Lefou looked up at him, the way that even with his beautiful dark skin his cheeks and ears and neck were flush with arousal. Then he took Maui as deep in his mouth as he could, pushing the sensitive head against his palate as he swallowed when the head hit the back of his throat, and that was it. Maui’s balls tightened and he keened out a loud, satisfied sound. Lefou choked slightly when Maui’s cock jerked in his mouth and spilled the first spurt of come, and he coughed wetly as he pulled back, his hand working Maui through his orgasm. He closed his eyes with a grimace when Maui’s come splattered against his eyebrow, and then down his nose and cheeks and a little in his hair. By the time he felt the demigod start to soften, he couldn’t smile without tasting it. Maui lifted his head and looked down at Lefou, who cracked open his eyes and met his lover’s gaze.

“Now that’s a good look for you,” Maui finally joked, leaning up on his elbow. Lefou laughed, wiping some come from his brow before it could slide into his eyes.

“You’re awful. Look at the mess you made.” He didn’t notice the mischief in Maui’s eye until it was too late, and Maui reached down to pick him up under the armpits and hoist him back up onto the bed like he weighed nothing. He relaxed and laid out on the bed next to Maui, when the demigod raised himself up and took the hand Lefou had just wiped his face with into his, meeting Lefou’s heated gaze as he lapped his own come from his lover’s fingers.

Lefou felt his own cock jerk in his breeches, the rest of him feeling briefly cold with how much blood suddenly rushed to his crotch, and he closed his eyes with a groan of his own. His eyes shot open again when Maui’s big hand ran down his chest to palm at the tent in his breeches, and Lefou gasped, his back arching to push his hips up against that hand. Maui chuckled, low and wine-smooth, at the reaction.

“You didn’t think I’d leave you high and dry, did you?” he asked, and Lefou felt his face heat up with a flush because of course he had. He still had a scar from the last partner he’d asked for reciprocation, he was by now used to not getting off at all if he didn’t make it there. Maui wasn’t Gaston, because for one Maui cared about him as more than a tool to feed his own ego, but those lessons were hard to unlearn.

Maui’s hand stopped, and his expression shifted to one of concern.

“Lefou?” he called, and it was hearing his name that unraveled the tightness in Lefou’s chest and reminded him to breathe. Immediately, Maui shifted closer, holding him more securely. “Hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you. What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” Lefou said, leaning up on his own elbow to kiss the concerned frown off of his lover’s face with a smile. Maui closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss automatically, the way that plants lean toward sunlight, and it still amazed Lefou that he was the one who had earned Maui’s trust like this. The privilege of seeing him unburdened and undone. He sat up, parting from the kiss reluctantly, and putting his hand on top of Maui’s much larger one when his lover tried to pull back. He took a breath, took the hem of his shirt in his hands, and lifted it up over his head, tossing it off of their little island of bed.

Maui took in the sight of Lefou’s bare chest, all pale skin that probably hadn’t seen sunlight in years, the little freckles and beauty marks, and the scar on the softest part of his belly. He rubbed his thumb over the lower arc, and frowned when Lefou shivered under the touch.

“I…” he said. “That was from my ex-captain. Last time I asked him to, uh. Return the favor.” Maui’s gaze fell from Lefou’s face back to that scar, the one he’d thought from a monster the first time that he saw it. His brow furrowed, and he traced it over again. He knew an old scar when he felt one, which meant that this ‘ex-captain’ had bitten Lefou hard enough to break the skin, to mark him permanently. He leaned in to kiss the scar, tracing his way around the circumference of it with nothing more than his gentle lips. Lefou giggled, hands finding their way into Maui’s hair.

“That tickles, what are you doing?”

“Distracting you,” Maui said. “Is it working?”

“You’re always distracting me.”

“Then how about… This!” Maui kissed his way to the middle of Lefou’s soft belly, and then inhaled deeply and blew a big, wet raspberry right over his navel. Lefou squealed with laughter, kicking his legs out, his hands pushing in vain at Maui’s head. When he had mercy and stopped, Lefou continued giggling for a few seconds afterward, tear tracks on his cheeks from laughing so hard. He smiled.

“Hey,” Lefou said.

“Hey,” Maui said, reaching out to smudge the tears away from his face. “Stay with me. Leave that jerk at the door, okay? I want to take care of you.” Lefou’s eyes welled with tears, and he half-laughed a choked-off sob, leaning into the hand on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You can thank me when I do something to deserve it.” He laid down again and pulled him in so their foreheads met, closing his eyes and breathing softly into the space between their lips. “Don’t cry.” Lefou half-giggled, blinking away tears. Maui smiled at him. “I said don’t,” he teased.

“Stop it, you’re going to make me cry more.”

“Fine then, don’t laugh.” Lefou snorted, but schooled his face into a level expression. “Don’t even smile.” Maui pulled back to watch the pressure build at the corners of Lefou’s mouth. “Don’t laugh,” he sing-songed. Lefou keened and bit his lip. “Definitely don’t think about anything funny.” Lefou shook his head mutely. Maui raised an eyebrow, slowly. Lefou’s eyes were sparkling with barely-restrained laughter. And then Maui flexed his pecs, making them bounce independently, and that was finally what cracked him.

“Oh my go-ho-hod!” Lefou laughed, reaching out to put his hands on the tattooed muscles to feel them jiggle under his hands. When his laughter faded, his wandering hands became more appreciative. Maui stopped his flexing to let Lefou just grope him, and Lefou’s gaze wandered to the strong, thick chest that he was so familiar with.

“Lefou,” Maui said, and Lefou could feel his voice vibrate underneath his hands. He looked up with an adoring smile.

“Yes?”

The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of their feathered roommate pecking at something metal. Lefou scrambled up first, crawling to the far side of the bed.

“Hei hei! No! Those are my stocking garters, silly thing!” he chided, sliding off the bed to reclaim his little oddments and put them up where the chicken couldn’t reach them. Hei hei just looked at him and ‘bu-gawk’ed, and he laughed and shook his head, picking the skinny thing up and putting it down near a plate of food. And then nudging its head in the right direction when it started pecking three inches to the left of the seed.

Maui rolled over on his stomach to watch the exchange, eyes falling on a cluster of beauty marks beneath Lefou’s right shoulder and just to the side of his spine, and he smiled, holding out his hand and closing one eye to focus on the little constellation, tilting his fingers just so.

Lefou turned when he heard Maui’s deep, warm chuckle from behind him, and his smile softened when he saw the way Maui was looking at him through the frame of his thumb and forefinger.

“Painting a mental portrait?” he asked, cocking his hip out and tousling his halo of dark, curly hair.

“You could say that,” Maui replied. Lefou climbed back on the bed and crawled over to give him a peck on the lips.

“I’m going to wash my face,” he said. “Before this mess gets any drier.”

“Yeah, alright.” Maui sat up as Lefou slid off the bed on the bathroom side, then on impulse reached out and grabbed him by the hips, tugging him back to stand between his knees as he wrapped his big arms around Lefou’s stomach. “You sure you don’t want to get even messier first?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Lefou’s neck. Lefou moaned softly and rolled his head to the side to give Maui more room.

“What are you suggesting?” he asked coyly. Maui shifted forward so that Lefou’s behind was pressed right up against his crotch, and Lefou tensed, then looked back at him over his shoulder. “Oh,” he said. “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Are you good to go already?”

“Short stack, did you forget who you’re dealing with, here? Demigod, remember?”

“I don’t think you’d let me forget, big guy.” Lefou turned in Maui’s arms and reached up to cup one hand around the back of Maui’s head, the other arm draped around his neck as he pulled him down for a kiss. Maui’s hands slid to Lefou’s breeches, fingers finding the pockets and- “Don’t even think about it. I’ll get them, hold on.”

“I thought you liked it when I showed off.”

“Not by ruining my only pair of breeches.” He detached himself from his lover long enough to fiddle with the catches and buttons on his breeches until he could drop them off of his legs and kick them to the side. He was only half-hard, having flagged from earlier, and while he was proportional next to Maui he was small. They stared at one another for a moment. Or rather, Lefou watched Maui’s face, while a blush slowly began to show through Maui’s darker skin. “Please don’t stare a hole through it, I like it the way it is,” he joked.

“It’s just- I mean, I haven’t… been with another man before.”

“Oh,” Lefou said. “It’s… The same equipment.” Maui reached down and cupped his hand around Lefou’s dick, and Lefou let out a sigh of surprise, arching into the touch before he reached down to put a hand on Maui’s wrist. “Here, lay back, let me get on top of you.” Maui scooted back so he could lay flat on his back, and Lefou climbed up onto the bed, then straddled his stomach. The stretch was almost uncomfortable in his hips and he had no leverage to move, but the thrill of having the powerful man beneath him made it worth it.

“How’s the view from up there?” Maui asked, his big hands sliding up Lefou’s bare thighs.

“Beautiful,” Lefou replied, trailing his fingertips across the inked lines on Maui’s chest. “Same as it always is when I look at you.”

Size Matters 1a/?

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Size Matters 2/probably 3 tbh

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Your character as a let's player.

Sophie/Elsa, hand focus

wendy/karolina: you were my new dream

Jimminy sings an I'm No Fool song about one of the murders!

alt cast stuff (i.e. every char is replaced by a different one from their canon)

Sylvia and Maui being punchy friends together

Someone starts singing a musical number, and all the characters from movies/shows with singing join in.

Those from movies/shows without singing are then thoroughly confused by the fact that everyone else seems to know the words to this song.

But what if Wander was actually possessed by a ghost in Case 3?

your character as a nobody

LeFou meets Disney Ronpa Gaston

AU where Jiminy Cricket is a therapist for the whole cast

Foolish Mortals: The Enchanted Christmas

Wendy x Elsa. It'd be a cute ship, but fluffy friendship stuff is also great. She helps Elsa to open up a bit.

AU where Ford is brought in wearing his red Speedo, and he's stuck in it for the entire game.

What if Maui actually HAD sacrificed himself in the aftermath of the third trial?

MauiXLefou - Oral and/or rimming. I think you know why.

A day in the Haunted Mansion told from the POV of a pet/all of the pets.

Ford/Fidds, marriage proposal. Extra points for drunk Ford.

AU where Lefou died because of his head injury in case 3.

Bonus: he rallies, but dies suddenly a few days later
Double bonus: Maui wakes up to a dead Lefou in his arms

HOW ABOUT NO?

what if Lefou and Ford DID do the frick. bonus points for Lefou being mildly Unsure about circumcised dick.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry—what is that?”

Ford frowned, kicking his pants off his ankles, and looked down at his dick. He’d thought it had been plenty obvious, honestly—and didn’t Lefou have a cock of his own? At any rate, it’s a perfectly respectable cock. He’s never had any complaints in his fifty-year run of sexual encounters. He glanced back up at Lefou.

“That’s, ah—my cock. I’m sorry, were you expecting something else?”

Lefou turned a little pink around the ears, realizing how it must have sounded, and shook his head. “No, no, it’s just—it’s missing a part.”

Ford glanced down again, and understanding dawned on his face. Right. He chuckled, taking a few steps toward where Lefou sat on the bed. “I know. It’s a religious thing. But I assure you, it’s still very serviceable.”

The Frenchman seemed to consider that for a moment, before a rather wicked grin crossed his features, and he stretched forward across the bed on his stomach, his head on a level with Ford’s waist, and reached out to catch the older man’s hip with one hand. The other wrapped carefully around the shaft of his cock.

“I’m certain it is.” Even if there’s nothing to pull back, the head of Ford’s cock looks like it would still be amenable to Lefou running his tongue around the rim. Which he does, after planting a few soft kisses to the velvety tip. Ford groans, his chest swelling as he takes in a deep breath and holds it. Lefou’s tongue is warm and wet where it washes over his cock in long, wide strokes and it’s been a godawful long amount of time since anyone’s paid him any attention like this. Factoring in the fact that Lefou came in already knowing about all those scars, and Ford’s spirits are running pretty damn high right now.

Gently, six fingers move to tangle in the soft, dark halo of curls atop Lefou’s head. “You feel incredible,” he murmurs, chin tucked into his chest as he looks down at the younger man. Lefou, propped up on his elbows, moans where he’s got half of Ford’s length taken into his mouth, the vibrations sending thrills up Ford’s spine. Ford, meanwhile, doesn’t keep it a secret that he’s enjoying this; his fingers tighten in Lefou’s hair every now and then when he hits just the right spot, his head bobbing forward and back as he settles into a good rhythm. When the flat of his tongue creates incidental suction against the underside of Ford’s cock, the older man throws his head back with a loud whimper that maybe sounds something like Lefou’s name.

Eventually, his hand stays any further motion and he gently pulls away, his cock bobbing heavily and wet with saliva, his fingers disentangling from Lefou’s hair. “I think you proved your point. Now it’s my turn.”

Bending, Ford insinuates himself in such a way that he can kiss into Lefou’s neck and move him onto his back at the same time. He makes soft sounds of delight every time he finds another freckle or beauty mark, his stubble dragging gently across the soft skin of Lefou’s torso. He kisses into that bite mark almost reverently, drags his tongue across Lefou’s navel, heedless of any hair, and makes his way eventually to the waistband of his breeches. He glances up and gives the Frenchman a devilish waggle of his eyebrows, before using his teeth to undo those breeches in a way that suggests lots and lots of practice. He dated a Renaissance reenacter for awhile in college, okay. The point is, he gets those breeches open and pulled down Lefou’s hips and thighs in record time, even minding the garters.

That taken care of, Ford goes to work immediately, kissing into the soft swell of Lefou’s hip before cutting over horizontally to give his cock, which looks painfully hard by this point, some much-needed attention. It’s clear Ford Pines has sucked his share of dick in his day by the way he goes at it expertly, enveloping Lefou’s cock in the wet heat of his mouth, nestling his nose down into the soft, downy hair at its base as he lets it hit the back of his throat with nary a gag in sight. He spends a good few minutes this way, guided by the delighted moans and gasps coming from Lefou’s mouth above him, moaning encouragingly around his cock. He pulls off with a wet pop, licks his lips enticingly in Lefou’s direction, and begins making his way southward with broad strokes of his tongue. Lefou’s balls get a good going-over, and his taint gets its fair share of attention, too. But he has a destination in mind, and soon Ford’s strong hands are propping Lefou’s hips up and spreading his legs open in order to reach it.

Gently, but without any hesitation, Ford begins to run his tongue over the pucker of Lefou’s asshole, building up to bigger and more pointed strokes. He lets Lefou’s body language and vocal cues guide his progress; when he feels his thighs beginning to shake, he lets the tip of his tongue press in, encouraged by the breathy moan it inspires from his partner, and slowly begins to lick him open, feeling muscles slowly loosen around his tongue. He feels fingers sifting through his hair and realizes that Lefou must be using it to ground himself; fine by him. One hand slides up to thumb idly across the shaft of Lefou’s cock as he eats him out more thoroughly than he ever has in all his years. He has his reasons, of course. It’s been eons since he’s topped, and he wants to make sure everything goes smoothly. Eventually, he pulls away, satisfied, his mouth shining with his own saliva.

Ford pulls himself up onto the bed with minimal complaint from his knees, which are very stiff from the hard floor. The bed feels wonderfully soft in comparison. He bounces a couple of times, jostling Lefou’s naked self around playfully, and leans up to place gentle, affectionate kisses into his shoulder. “Are you ready for me?” He looks up earnestly to catch Lefou’s reaction, which is an enthusiastic nod, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “Very much so.”

Ford kisses into his sternum. “Good.” Reaching down between them, he takes his own cock in hand, which is heavy and aching by this point, and leans over to the bedside table for the jar of coconut oil he’d pilfered from the kitchen. Once he’s well and truly slicked up, he lines himself up with Lefou’s entrance, still wet from Ford’s mouth. His chest rises and falls with carefully controlled breaths, trying to stay steady so he doesn’t go too quickly. Slowly, achingly slowly, he begins to press himself in, letting that impossibly tight heat envelop him centimeter by centimeter. He can’t help but let his head fall forward, brows furrowing together, obviously overcome with how goddamn good Lefou feels. Once he’s well and truly in, he pries his eyes open and gives his partner a shaky smile.

“It’s been a long time. And you feel…unbelievably good.”

“Not as—merde, not as good as you do.”

That’s gratifying, and Ford lets out a soft, pleased sound that’s halfway to a moan and escalates into a moan proper when he feels Lefou squeeze tight around him. He heaves two soft, steadying breaths, the soft span of his stomach tensing and relaxing, before he slowly begins to pull back. Lefou’s breath hisses out through his teeth; Ford’s hands give his hips a comforting squeeze.  
“That’s a good lad, oh, Christ.” He begins sinking back in, encouraged by the way his partner lets out a shaky moan above him, and once he’s buried in Lefou’s tight hole, he rearranges himself so he can lean over his torso and feel as much warm skin as possible, his own scarred chest and abdomen pressing against Lefou’s much softer, smoother one. Ford catches Lefou’s mouth in a deep, slow kiss as he begins to move in him, slowly but surely building up a rhythm, his hips meeting Lefou’s with ever-building intensity. He’s got a whole lot of power in those old hips, something that becomes apparent sooner rather than later, as he loses himself in the exquisite tension and heat between them.

His hands are ever-shifting, running up along the expanse of Lefou’s side, caressing the undersides of his thighs, and eventually one settles beneath him, curling around his shoulder for support and leverage, the other resting on his cock to give it some attention. His hand moves in slow, lazy strokes, timed with each thrust of his hips. His forehead presses into Lefou’s shoulder, his breathing growing harsher and his movements more urgent as he nears his climax, helped along by all of Lefou’s earlier attentions. Similarly, Lefou has begun to make the most delightful sounds beneath him, squirming and gasping whenever Ford hits a particularly good spot inside him. It’s not long at all before Ford feels his climax approaching, and begins to give Lefou some verbal encouragement.

“Come on, Lefou. Come for me. Let me feel you.” His hand tightens around his shaft, offering physical encouragement alongside his words. The combination of all these things, warm words and pressure and skin on skin, Ford’s warm breath on his neck and the low rumble of his voice, prove to be too much for the younger man, and with a few more rolls of his hips, Lefou lets go, surrendering to his climax with a strangled cry, his head thrown back, come spilling across his stomach and Ford’s alike. Ford keeps working him through his orgasm, only stopping when Lefou begins to squirm from overstimulation, and then there’s nothing for it but to plant his hands at either side of Lefou’s shoulders and thrust himself home, his brow furrowing in deep concentration as he moves. It doesn’t take much more, as incredibly close as he already was, and soon he’s letting out a deep, blissful groan as he spills inside Lefou, burying himself to the hilt and pressing his face into the younger man’s shoulder. It’s a long, long time before he has the energy to pull back, and when he does, he looks positively knackered. He presses a fond kiss to the tip of Lefou’s nose and pulls out, sitting back on his heels before maneuvering himself over to collapse at his side.

“I was right, you know.” Ford looks over in mild surprise and confusion, to where Lefou is giving him a sleepy grin.

“What’s that?”

Lefou reaches over to run an admiring hand over Ford’s chest. “Some things do get better with age.”

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Size Matters 1/?

Size Matters 1a/?

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Size Matters 2/probably 3 tbh

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