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1. Don’t be a dick.
2. No kink shaming. People like what they like.
Requesting Rules:
1. Submit a prompt here for nsfw fics. You can do this on or off anon.
2. Please include the characters or pairings you want to see in the subject header, as well as a kink or situation.
Example: Pythia/Exael; college roommate AU
3. In the body of the post, you can go more into what you want from the fill, but try to give the writer some wiggle room.
Example: I’d love it if this fic could be fluffy and cute. Bonus points if Exael asks Pythia on a date to the ice-skating rink during the winter holidays!
4. One request per submission, please! If you have more than one request, post them separately.
5. Try to warn for any potentially triggering content.
6. Don’t forget to fill out requests, too!
Filling Rules:
1. Please reply directly to the request with your fill. Fics and art are both okay!
2. Please include the word Fill and the title of your fill in the subject header of the reply. If the fill is multiple parts, indicated the part number.
Example: Fill: And They Were Roommates (1/3)
3. Please warn for any potential triggering content.
4. Try to make sure you’re giving the requester what they wanted. If someone asks for arranged marriage, don’t spring vore on them without warning, and vice versa.
5. If you have a great idea that you really want to run with, but it includes other kinks or situations that were unasked for, you can reply to the person who requested and ask if that’s okay before you start writing.
6. When you’re finished filling, please consider submitting your fic as fanmail to the involved characters!
Fill: Extra Parts (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2019-09-06 12:48 am (UTC)(link)===
King's the first.
She's not planning to use them or anything; they just kind of pop out, while they're in the middle of making out.
It's not like he's never seen them before, but all the same, when she opens her eyes and leans back from the kiss to see what's caused him to slow down, he's staring.
They're easy to stare at. They're pink and blue, slick masses of pure muscle. They're impressively large, and they're got a mind of their own, and there's four of them.
D.Va finds herself blushing. "They kinda do their own thing," she says, and tries to will them back inside, to dubious success.
King reaches out a hand, curious, to stroke along the surface of one. "You don't control them?"
D.Va shudders at the gentle touch. "Sometimes?" she says. "Sort of. But mostly they –"
King hasn't stopped stroking, and it's very distracting. Her words trail off into silence, and she shudders again, hard.
"Can you feel that?" he asks, like it isn't obvious already.
D.Va opens her mouth to reply, but what comes out instead is a moan, because his forefinger has discovered the tip, and he's rubbing over it, back and forth, leaning forward as though fascinated by the way the surface ripples.
===
D.Va/Lucifel
===
Lucifel's an accident.
She doesn't even mean for him to see them.
It's just, the live is for a checkup, and she's still recovering from that last game. She doesn't think anything of it when he asks, in his soft voice, if he can check to make sure the wounds are clean before he heals them.
He rolls her shirt up, to peer at her back. He swabs the injuries out with great care. He sets a hand on her and coaxes the wounds closed with magic.
Then he says, "Ah," and she hears him take a startled breath in.
The tentacles have snaked around his waist before she's aware of what they're trying to do. His eyes are very wide, and his cheeks are tinged a delicate pink.
She's aware of the tips of the tentacles trailing slowly over the soft skin of his abdomen, because she can feel it.
"They're awfully forward," manages Lucifel.
He doesn't look displeased. He looks like he's considering them, eyes half-lidded. He licks at his lips, a flash of pink tongue.
"I could be forward, too," says D.Va, all in a rush. "If you wanted."
The tentacle trails lower, and both of them freeze at the same moment, shivering with pleasure as it finds the place where Lucifel is tenting his skirt and begins to rub.
"Yes," says Lucifel, and licks at his lips again. "I think I'd like that."
===
D.Va/Hurricane
===
Hurricane is bright red.
The flush darkens his cheeks and extends to his ears. He's looking determinedly everywhere but at her.
"Sorry, dude," he manages, with difficulty, and makes to back out of the room. "I, uh. I didn't know you were busy."
Busy is one way to put it.
D.Va's naked from the waist down, spread out on HSS's couch, and there's a tentacle buried in her, deep and slick, a constant, roiling rhythm that makes her gasp with pleasure.
She wants to be embarrassed. Really she does.
But the tentacle inside her squirms, and she cries out, back arching, toes curling, and forgets all about shame. The other tentacle, one of the ones that's not busy, has reached out to wind its way around Hurricane's ankle, stopping his retreat.
He face goes even redder. "Uh," he manages.
D.Va bites her lip, to try and pull herself together. She levers herself up on one elbow. She doesn't always agree with what the extra appendages in her back get up to, but honestly – honestly, this doesn't seem like all that bad a call.
"Hey," she says. "C'mere."
Hurricane's eyes are so wide it's almost comical. "What?"
"C'mere," says D.Va again. "Why don't you – why don't you hang out a while?"
The tentacle starts to tug, reeling him in.
He hesitates for a long couple of seconds – glances her way, and flushes deeper red, and glances away again. When he swallows, it's audible in the quiet of the room, the only sound besides the soft sclick of the tentacle inside her.
The tentacle tugs at him again, and this time, he lets himself be led.
===
D.Va/Kaguya
===
Kaguya's a screamer.
D.Va never would have guessed.
The girl's quiet, usually, but not like this – not when she's lying, sweaty and rumpled, in the middle of a pile of thoroughly disheveled blankets.
Every time a tentacle slides into her, it makes a soft, wet squelching sound. Every time it comes free, she makes a soft, breathy little whine, like she's begging for it to come back.
D.Va can't help her. She's been out of control for the better part of half an hour, lost and dazed and honestly, at this point, just along for the ride. The sounds she's making are twice again as loud as Kaguya. She can't help it; the tentacle's surrounded with warmth and wet, and her own fingers are between her legs, working at her clit, and her mind's going blank with the pleasure.
Between the two of them, it's a miracle no one's burst in yet to see whether they're being murdered.
Beside her, Kaguya convulses and wails – reaches out, with shaky fingers, to haul D.Va in for a kiss.
That quiets them down, at least; when D.Va moans again, shaky and long-drawn, it's muffled by the soft press of Kaguya's lips against her own.
===
Intensity/D.Va
===
Intensity makes it a game, because of course he does.
She shouldn't be surprised that he's got a steel exam table in his laboratory, but there it is, sleek and clinical and shining.
He wants her to lay face down on it.
She tells him he's out of his goddamn mind and doesn't move until he puts down a blanket to keep her boobs from getting squished against the cold metal. It ruins the aesthetic a little, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made.
"All right," says Intensity, and sets a hand on the flat of her back when she's settled. "Experiment one. What does it take to draw them out?"
"You kidding?" says D.Va, "All you've got to do is –"
Then she shuts up because he's snapping on a latex glove, and tracing the tip of his finger along the exposed lips of her labia, and she shudders and just enjoys it.
The tentacles are out before a full minute is up, twitching and undulating.
"Arousal," Intensity notes, sounding satisfied. "Next we'll test sensitivity levels."
He knows damn well they're sensitive.
He knows damn well, but he lays his tools out side by side in a row, like surgical implements: a feather, and a strip of cashmere, and a toothbrush.
D.Va shifts on the steel workbench, already flooded with the heat of anticipation.
"Here's to science," she says, and spreads her legs a little further.
"To science," says Intensity, with a small smile, and plucks up the feather in his gloved hand.