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foolishmemers2017-07-08 11:05 pm
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmemers2017-07-08 11:05 pm
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.
Size Matters 2/probably 3 tbh
(Anonymous) 2017-08-14 04:16 am (UTC)(link)He felt his mouth water and his dick jump in his breeches and he groaned in dismay. Why did he have to be such a degenerate? The more he thought about it the more he ached for it, and now it was going to drive him insane if they didn’t at least try it.
“Everything okay in there, short stack?” Maui called casually. Lefou jumped to his feet and turned to flush the toilet to cover his thoughts.
“Fine, sorry,” he called back. He ran water over his hands and dried them off on a towel, then opened the bathroom door. Maui traded places with him, left the bathroom door cracked. Lefou stripped off his shirt right as he heard Maui let out a low, satisfied groan, sliding off his stockings and breeches to get completely naked to the sound of Maui’s piss splattering noisily into the toilet. Everything about the demigod was larger than life, even down to his most mundane, human needs.
“Hey, big guy?” Lefou called, his tone light and conversational even though his heart was pounding out of his chest, his cock already throbbing as he unscrewed the lid on the coconut oil.
“Yeah?” Maui called back, still mid-stream.
“Can we…try something tonight?” Lefou dipped his first two fingers into the jar and scooped up a glob of coconut oil up to the first knuckle, smearing it between his thumb and fingers and watching it start to melt and coat them almost more like a thin wax than an oil. He let half the glob slide back into the jar, but it was too late. He had enough oil on his fingers to slick every squeaky doorhinge in France. It was…extraordinarily slick. Slicker than spit, for certain, and it easily coated all four of the fingers on that hand.
“Uh, sure. What kind of a thing?” Maui asked. Lefou propped both feet on the bed and reached between his legs to get at his hole, rubbing his fingers across it and pulling a face at the weird slickness. He heard Maui’s stream patter out, and then seconds later the flush of the toilet, and then: “Oh. That kind of a thing.” Lefou felt his face heat up and suddenly the ceiling was absolutely fascinating, as he started to pull his fingers back.
“If you don’t want-“ Maui’s big hand closed around his wrist, and Lefou looked up at him in surprise, to see his trickster grinning at him with a look that was full of promise.
“Did I say I didn’t want?” Maui asked. A shiver ran down Lefou’s spine. “Don’t let me interrupt you, by all means.” Lefou moaned and his dick throbbed at the promising husk of Maui’s voice, and he returned his fingers to their task, slipping the first in and tensing around it. Maui kissed the inside of his left thigh, holding his legs apart to watch hungrily. Lefou’s flush spread down his neck to his chest and twisted sweetly there, devouring him with heat at the look of mischief and arousal he found when he met his partner’s eyes.
“Look at you,” Maui praised. Lefou pitched his head back with a moan, writhing underneath the big hands holding his thighs apart as he trembled, rushing the second finger alongside the first and reveling in the slight burn despite the slickness of the oil. “Gorgeous.” He shifted his hold on one of Lefou’s hips, used his thumb to gently pin Lefou’s flushed cock to his soft belly. Lefou’s back arched, hips thrusting up against the pressure of Maui’s thumb with a keen that he stifled by biting down on the wrist of his cleaner hand. His chest heaved for breath like it had been punched out of him; no, like it had been fucked out of him. He spread his fingers wide, letting his head fall to the side, smiling to himself at the way the sight made Maui’s breath hitch.
He squealed when those thick arms wrapped around his thighs, lifted his hips up off the bed.
“What-“ he started to ask, trailing off with a loud and sudden moan when he felt something broad and flat and wet swipe across his hole. Maui chuckled, deep and dark and full of promise.
“Easy there, short stack. I’ve got you.” Lefou’s fingers slipped free of his hole, and he only barely had the presence of mind to reach for Maui’s hair with the hand that wasn’t covered in oil up to the wrist, twisting that one instead into the sheets when Maui dragged the flat of his tongue over Lefou’s hole again in a long, wet stripe up to his balls. Lefou’s thighs tensed and a shiver ran down his spine at the huge, strong hands holding his cheeks apart, spreading him wide open as Maui dove back in.
“Mau-IIIIII!” Lefou keened, his back arching and shoulders twisting against the sheets. The press and swipe of Maui’s thick tongue was pure torture, and he felt his thighs start to shake from the assault of sensation. His toes curled and his heels dug in to Maui’s shoulders, black silky curls slipping through his fingers like water as he scrambled to ground himself.
He choked on his own drool as he shoved his other wrist into his mouth to keep his noise down, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and smelling the sweet, nutty smell of the oil that covered his hand. Maui pulled back, and Lefou almost cried as he tried to catch his breath.
“I could do that all day,” Maui said, his voice low and raspy with arousal. Lefou half-moaned, half-sobbed in reply.
“Then why did you stop?” he asked, when his tongue was finally willing to cooperate and form words again. Maui answered him with a smirk, reaching out to scoop some of the coconut oil out of the jar with one of his huge, thick fingers. “Oh, God,” Lefou whimpered. His hands were trembling and his feet felt cold with how quickly the blood in his body rushed straight to his cock. Maui lowered Lefou’s hips back to the mattress and stood from where he’d been knelt at the side of the bed. With a surprising amount of grace for his immense size, he slid onto the bed so he was lying next to Lefou, all of his attention on his smaller lover, a look of concern in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked. Lefou gave him a smile, and propped himself up on his elbow, reaching up with his cleaner hand to pull Maui in for a kiss. He could taste the coconut oil on his lips, and tried not to think too hard about where his mouth had just been.
“Cher, if you don’t get something inside me I’m going to be very not okay,” he replied sweetly, a smirk of his own at the way Maui’s eyes widened almost comically, a flush of heat rising to his face. He could tell Maui had shed his leaf skirt because the only thing brushing his thigh was Maui’s beautiful, thick cock.
“Well, when you put it that way,” Maui said, sliding his slicked hand down Lefou’s soft stomach. Lefou’s breath hitched as he opened his legs, trembling as Maui’s hand skirted close but not close enough to his painfully hard cock. He sucked in a breath as Maui’s finger slid easily into him, aided by the oil and the spit and the way that he’d been worked open so hard he’d nearly come just from that. He sighed it out with a couple of very creative words in French, eyes fluttering closed as Maui began to slowly work his thick finger in and out of Lefou’s hole.
“That feel good, short stack?” Maui asked.
“Yes,” Lefou sighed.
“How about…” Maui shifted his finger and Lefou gasped, writhing as that thick finger was curled into the sensitive spot inside him. “There we go,” he said with a smirk.
“More, please,” Lefou moaned. He reached for his cock with the hand that was already slick with oil, but Maui nudged his hand away.
“Think you can get there just from this?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling as he leaned in to Lefou’s ear and pressed up into that spot at the same time. Stars danced in front of Lefou’s eyes, and he shook his head. “Oh… I think you can. You’re so good for me, Lefou.” The praise lit a fire deep in Lefou’s belly, drove him that much closer to the edge. But it still wasn’t enough, even Maui’s one finger wasn’t thick enough. He reached down with his slick fingers and tensed as he teased at the edge of his hole, slipping his finger in alongside Maui’s. Maui stopped moving his hand and looked, eyes wide and face flushed with heat. For once, the demigod was speechless, and Lefou would have been proud of himself if the stretch wasn’t exactly what he needed.
“Please,” he begged, pressing his own finger deeper and teasing the tip of a second one in next to Maui’s. His cock drooled a string of precoma onto his soft stomach, bobbing of its own accord with the way he was writhing in the sheets. “I’m almost there- please, Maui-“
“Shh, shh shh, you’re okay,” Maui soothed. “I’ll get you there.” He curled his finger again in a come hither motion, teased around that sensitive spot until Lefou felt like he was about to snap like a too tight thread, until his orgasm was so close he could almost taste it on his back teeth. And then Maui let off the pressure, and Lefou thrashed against his finger in frustration, fucking his own fingers deeper in next to Maui’s. Maui let him stretch himself out more, murmuring reassurances and endearments that barely stuck in Lefou’s mind, before he leaned in and whispered a question that almost drove Lefou over the edge right then.
“Think you can take another one?”
“Maui-“ Lefou moaned, pulling his fingers from his hole and shifting his grip to one cheek to spread himself apart. The blunt tip of Maui’s second finger pressed at his stretched hole, and he tensed for a minute.
“Easy, Lefou,” Maui purred, his free hand petting Lefou’s hair from his forehead. “You can take it. You’re gorgeous, just a little more for me.” Lefou’s breath hitched in half a sob when he felt Maui’s second finger slip in to the first knuckle. The first finger retreated and then both pressed in at the same time, and he felt like he was being split open. It burned, even with the oil, but it felt good, and when Maui curled his fingers up again Lefou was gone. He practically seized as he came, his cock jerking and spurting come across his soft, pale stomach. It felt like he was being wrung dry, it felt like the orgasm was never going to end.
By the time he came back down, Maui’s fingers slipped out of his hole, leaving him feeling loose and empty. He didn’t even have the energy to return the favor but, when he felt Maui’s hand move to his own cock, he craned his head up and kissed Maui deeply. Before he knew it, Maui groaned low and heated into the kiss and the entire bed swayed beneath him from the force of Maui’s hips jerking forward, his cockhead brushing against Lefou’s leg and spurting thick ropes of come all the way up to the soft lines of Lefou’s hips, to his softening cock and the thatch of dark curls at the base.
“Was that good?” Lefou asked. Maui flopped onto his back, rocking the mattress enough to bounce Lefou, and let out a breathless chuckle.
“Short stack, I should be asking you that,” he said. Lefou smiled dreamily, before his nose crinkled a little bit as he had to take stock of his extremities, make sure they were still attached properly. He pulled the sheet over and wiped off his stomach and leg, before rolling over to pillow his head on Maui’s chest.
“In that case,” Lefou said, using his clean hand to brush his hair out of his face and then resting it on Maui’s chest. “That was amazing. Thank you.” Maui looked down to meet his eyes with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smirk, lifting his arm to wrap it around Lefou’s shoulders and hold him close.
“...Nah, the joke’s too easy,” he decided. But he bent down and kissed the crown of Lefou’s head. “You did great.” Then, teasingly: “Think you’ll take three next time?” Lefou’s breath hitched and he felt his cock give a valiant throb.
“I’ll try,” he said, through his suddenly dry mouth. “Has anyone taken three before?” Maui’s eyes widened and a flush crept over his face.
“I- Well, yeah, but not in the- um.” With his own look of mischief now, Lefou propped himself up on Maui’s chest.
“Would you like me to take three?” he asked. “I felt like I was going to split open from two, I think I would choke on three.” Maui made a very interesting noise himself at that.
“Short stack, unless you want to go again you’d better cut it out,” he tried to warn him. Lefou looked down at the thick, soft cock lying on Maui’s thigh. He reached down and trailed his fingers up the side of it, feeling Maui’s pulse jump beneath his wandering fingertips. Maui let out a groan, his hand squeezing Lefou’s shoulder. “Or just keep going, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Maybe instead of three fingers next time, I’ll take this,” he offered, looking up to see Maui biting his lip with a sound that was only a little more manly than a whimper. Maui’s cock throbbed in his hand, swelling hot and heavy against his palm. He pressed it up against the wall of solid muscle of Maui’s stomach, rubbing his thumb against a vein and gently pulling back Maui’s foreskin to reveal the beautiful, flushed head of his cock. When it laid flat against his stomach, the head reached to the flame on his belly, and Lefou’s fingers traced the ink of that tattoo, feeling the muscles flutter under his hand.
Maui shifted and stretched with a groan, got comfortable as his hips twitched up into Lefou’s hand, his arm still holding Lefou around the shoulders and limited his movement. Lefou smiled at him.
“J’adore,” he murmured softly, kissing one of the bands of ink that decorated Maui’s huge chest.
“What was that?” Maui asked. Lefou drove the question out of his mind with a few solid pumps of his hand, swiping his palm over the fat head and smearing around the slick precome welling up there.
“Nothing,” Lefou said with an innocent look on his face that Maui didn’t see because he tilted his head back and groaned. Lefou stroked Maui’s cock with precision, teasing the crown of it with his daintier fingers, tracing the veins just to make his partner shudder and grip him tighter. It was intoxicating, having this much power so willingly given to him by someone so large, so strong. He felt like his heart was about to burst watching the powerful demigod come undone under his hands. If he hadn’t come so hard before, he would be ready to go again just from the gorgeous sight in front of him.
“You’re so wonderful,” he murmured. “Come on, big guy. I’ve got you.” Maui’s back arched and the beds creaked and he came with a satisfied groan, streaks of white striping the black ink on his belly as he writhed with every spurt. Lefou coaxed him through it with his hand until Maui reached down to catch his wrist, and he was there when Maui opened his eyes with a warm, tender smile that Maui returned. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Lefou said, an ‘I love you’ without those three dangerous words.
“I could say the same, short stack,” Maui replied, with all the warmth of an ‘I love you too’ in return.