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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

tarzan: ape attorney

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

Maui/LeFou. Sizekink.

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.

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.”

“The view’s not bad from down here, either. You got a plan, short stack?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Lefou replied with a flirtatious look, keeping eye contact as he sucked two fingers into his mouth. His other hand went down to his cock, wrapping around it and rubbing his thumb across the slit, pulling back his foreskin with a moan. His hips jerked forward weakly from lack of leverage, and he pulled his fingers from his mouth, taking his hand off his cock to brace himself against Maui’s chest as he leaned forward so he could reach behind himself. He gasped when his first slick finger slipped into his hole.

Maui groaned as Lefou’s knees pressed weakly into his ribs, his big hands gripping Lefou’s thighs to steady him. He watched the flush spread down Lefou’s neck and to his chest, painting him like the warmth of a sunset. He moved one hand to lay flat over Lefou’s dick, pinning it between his hand and his stomach, and Lefou keened, head tilting back to expose the column of his throat as his hips jerked into the warm channel.

“Beautiful,” Maui praised quietly. Lefou smiled at him, then bit his lip when he added his second finger. Maui reached up and tugged Lefou’s lip free of his teeth with a gentle nudge of his thumb. Lefou parted his lips and sucked Maui’s thumb into his mouth instead, drawing a gasp from the demigod. Lefou let go of his thumb with a slick pop, and Maui, curiously, replaced it with his index finger. The way that Lefou’s lips parted around his finger was almost obscene, so different from the way he’d looked with his own two fingers in his mouth. He groaned watching a shudder of delight roll up Lefou’s spine, the wet suction around his finger increasing before Lefou pulled back with a lewd pop.

“Maui, will you- Please…”

“What do you want?” Maui asked, surprising himself with how rough his own voice was. Lefou blushed.

“Your- will you-“ He brought his hand back around and took Maui’s by the wrist, guiding it between his legs, behind his balls to his entrance. Maui’s eyes looked from his hand to Lefou’s face in confusion, and Lefou’s heart dropped, fearing to see disgust there, but there was just mild confusion.

“You want me to-“

Lefou managed a shaky smile. “How else do you expect to fit in there?” He almost wanted to laugh, with how fast Maui’s face flushed with heat and the low groan that came out of him.

“Guide me,” Maui said, and the low, hoarse tone of his voice sent a shiver down Lefou’s spine. “Show me how to make you feel good.” Lefou shifted his weight down and back, and bit his lip, taking a deep breath to relax. Maui’s one finger was just wider as his two, so his body didn’t take long to submit to the intrusion. He kept a hold of Maui’s wrist, as he started to ride Maui’s hand.

Maui swallowed, hard, his other hand gripping Lefou’s thigh, unable to take his eyes off of the way that Lefou’s body was taking his finger. He was almost undone just at the thought of that tight heat wrapped around his cock, if it was this sweet around just one finger.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he purred. “Look at you, you’re amazing. Let me give you what you need.”

“Yes,” Lefou moaned softly. “God, please.” Maui shifted his wrist, and his finger changed angle in just the right way that Lefou jerked and tightened around him, his cock dripping a string of precome down onto Maui’s stomach. Lefou barely had a moment to register the wicked smirk spreading across his lover’s face before that huge finger kneaded at his sweet spot. His legs jerked, knees squeezing Maui’s ribs as he trembled at the onslaught.

He didn’t last long from then. Once Maui found the button that made him writhe in pleasure, Lefou started fucking himself back on Maui’s finger, losing his grip on Maui’s wrist in lieu of bracing himself with one hand splayed against Maui’s chest and the other hand flying on his cock. He came in white spurts across the black lines of Maui’s tattoos, trembling with the aftershocks until he had to pull off of Maui’s finger to escape. He collapsed on top of his lover’s chest, panting heavily, closing his eyes as one big arm wrapped around him.

It took him a second to realize that Maui’s other hand was wrapped around that beautiful, heavy cock, but when Lefou realized that Maui was getting himself off without asking for help he set about to rectify that. He shifted on the bed to get face to face with Maui’s dick, pulling his hair to one side with his cleaner hand before he leaned down to suck the fat head into his mouth. Maui groaned and kept stroking himself, so Lefou reached down between his legs to gently massage his lover’s heavy balls.

He pulled off with a wet slurping sound, pulled his hair back away from his face again, and kissed the head of Maui’s cock.

“Come on, I’ve got you,” he said. “Make a mess of me.” And between that and the image seared on the inside of Maui’s eyelids, of the way Lefou had arched and writhed above him as he came, that was it. Maui’s toes curled and he came hard, again, just as messily as the first time. When he came down he was treated to the delightful sight of Lefou wiping come off of his lips, sticky strings of it clinging to his cheeks, his sideburns, his stubble.

They grinned at each other in the afterglow.

“Now I’m going to go wash my face,” Lefou said with a grimace, gingerly sliding off of the bed without touching it with the hand that was covered in come.

“Mm-hm,” Maui hmmed in response, his eyes already closing. By the time Lefou came back with a damp hand towel, Maui was asleep and snoring, and Lefou rolled his eyes fondly before wiping Maui’s hands, chest, and cock down with the rag, tossing it half-assedly in the direction of the bathroom, and snuggling in with his head on his lover’s chest, letting the sound of that strong, solid heartbeat lull him to sleep.

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