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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!
Prim/Fox/Joker; threesome
(Anonymous) 2019-08-14 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)Bonus points for aftercare
More bonus points if exhibitionism plays a role somehow
Fill: Impressions (1/2)
The image on Fox's page is coming along, forming into something easily recognizable: two bodies wrapped up in one another, the boy with the messy hair sprawled on his back while the girl straddles him and holds him down with one hand clasped loosely around his neck. The girl braces herself, fingers curled in the bed sheets underneath them. Her shoulders are hunched, a few strands of curly hair framing her face, but her open mouth is plain to see, and it is Fox's own lack of ability that he doesn't manage to capture how her breath comes out in uneven, needy gasps. That is something he will need to practice, he makes a mental note for himself.
The sound of Joker's low groan makes his hand pause, and his eyes flicker from the image on his page to the sight in front of him, his two lovers on his bed, an image that won't leave his mind anytime soon, not if he can help it. Joker's knees are bent and his hips jerk upwards, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from Prim, her thighs tightening around him. At the angle he's sitting at, Fox can't quite see how Joker's cock slips easily inside her, but he can hear it--wet, hot noises matched with the way their bodies move almost frantically, the impact of Prim's ass hitting the top of his thighs, and at that moment it feels as though the two of them are determined to pull Fox out of his artist's head space and into the physical space between them... but he's determined to focus on art for as long as he can, until the heat and lust coiling in his belly consumes him.
How long he will last, he doesn't know--but he suspects it won't be much longer. He's caught by the sight of Joker's head arching back, showing off the taut muscle in his neck, the beads of sweat forming on his temple, the little knot of tension in his brow that Fox wants so desperately to kiss. He glances back at his sketch and frowns. He hasn't adequately captured the tension in Joker's upper body at all; he almost wants to erase the entire thing and start over again, but he has a limited amount of time to capture this so he has to make do with what he has. His eyes travel from Joker's brow to his wrists, bound above his head with a pair of handcuffs. Yes, the tension in his hands and arms is what drew Fox to start with, and he's pleased with how his sketch looks in that regard. Perhaps if he starts over from there he can--
"Yusuke."
All thoughts suddenly spill out of Fox's mind, and he's forcibly dragged out of his head and into his body, a feeling not unlike being pushed into a pool of ice cold water, only instead his surroundings feel too-warm and languid and sweet, like honey slowly pouring out of a jar. He's not sure who said his name, Prim or Joker, but it doesn't matter because they're both looking at him. Faintly he notes the tremble in Prim's thighs, the way her breasts move as she tries to catch her breath, the shudder in Joker's belly as he nears closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Fox almost whimpers with envy, acutely aware now of how painfully aroused he is, how uncomfortably tight his pants are, and he isn't sure which one of them he'd like to trade places with the most.
He licks his lips, swallowing before speaking. "Yes? What do you need?"
It's Prim who speaks, her voice huskier than normal, but with a wild edge to it. "Are you feeling neglected, Yusuke? I want to see... show me." It's taking a lot of strength to hold herself back from riding Joker into oblivion right now, he can tell. But Fox hesitates, knowing that if he stops his sketch, he won't be able to come back to it. As his eyes roam over Joker and Prim, as he sees the heat in their gaze, he knows he doesn't have a choice--and if he's being honest with himself, it's a relief to put that decision in another person's hands, into the hands of two people he loves and trusts.
"As you wish," he murmurs, his own voice almost hoarse now, and he sets his sketchbook and pencil aside with shaking hands. They don't stop shaking when he unties his hakama and pushes the fabric down to his ankles, followed by his boxer-briefs. Peeling them off is both a torture and a relief, and when he notices how both Prim's and Joker's eyes seem to devour him, he can't help but shudder with a spike of arousal.
Joker lifts his chin in Fox's direction and licks his lips. "Look at you, all wound up and needy. Don't you want to touch yourself? Do it, Yusuke." His voice sounds rough, commanding, almost domineering if not for the breathless edge to it, betraying his own pent-up ache for release.
Prim's fingers around Joker's neck tighten, forcing a low moan out of him. "Who's giving the orders around here, Joker?" He's about to answer but cuts himself off with a soft cry as she starts moving again, more wet noises filling the air. All that comes out of his mouth now are gasps and the occasional low-voiced "fuck" that sends a spark of heat through Fox's veins.
He's completely helpless when it comes to the two of them, Fox thinks faintly as he curls his fingers around himself, stroking his cock slow so as not to give in too soon, but enough to take the edge off. When Prim sees him, she lets out a hungry moan and her hips start moving quicker and quicker, as though she, too, is helpless to the lust-filled miasma that seems to have completely filled the room. "D-don't come until I say so, okay?" she manages to force out of herself before getting too incoherent, before the only thing she can focus on anymore is her own need for release.
Fox can only nod, concentrating on their movements and memorizing the sight of them. Soon, the slick sounds of his hand working himself over match theirs, and when Prim finally comes, her head tossed back with a wail, her hips moving frantically and unsteadily as Joker fucks her through it, Fox has to reign himself in to keep from finishing with her. It's almost painful, but he can only imagine how painful it must be for Joker, who hasn't received the signal yet that he's allowed to come. Every muscle in his body is straining, pulled taut, and Fox wants to kiss every inch of him to soothe that ache. After catching her breath, Prim slowly lifts herself off of Joker, almost collapsing from the strain in her legs, and lays down on her side next to him to catch her breath. Joker's cock is still hard, red and shining and nearly standing upright, and Fox's mouth waters at the thought of finishing him off like that.
He's lost in that thought when suddenly he feels Prim's hand touching his cheek. He glances up and sees her standing in front of him, giving him a sweet, gentle smile that's both mildly exhausted and a little bit mischievous. She strokes her knuckles along his jawline and tilts her head back at the bed, where Joker is squirming. "Why don't you take care of him? But keep your hands off yourself for now." He swallows hard and nods, rising with mildly shaking legs to close the distance between himself and Joker while Prim sits comfortably at Joker's side. Fox situates himself between Joker's legs and takes a moment to just admire the sight before him: the way Joker can't keep himself still, as though if he squirmed enough he could come; the way his erection shines wet with evidence of Prim's orgasm dripping slowly down the side; the bead of come forming at the tip that makes Fox's mouth water even more.
Prim curls up along Joker's side and places a hand in Fox's hair, gently stroking it as she urges him on. "Don't keep him waiting too long, Yusuke. Be a good boy." Her voice is somehow both sweet and commanding at the same time, and Fox lowers his eyes with a subvocal "yes" before letting Joker's waiting cock fill his mouth. The sound of Joker's moaning spurs him on, and he echoes it with a muffled sound of his own as he curls his tongue along the shaft, determined to savor this as much as he can. He wonders for a moment if Joker is using his unit ability on him, and judging from the sharp, hungry grin he can see as he glances up at Joker's face and how that sends another hot swoop of lust in the pit of his stomach, he realizes it's possible--and that only makes him want more.
Fox lets as much of Joker's cock slide into his mouth as he can, until the tip is edging into his throat, and moans around him. He wants to touch himself so badly now, and the feeling of Prim's hand in his hair and the tension in Joker's thighs only makes it worse. But he follows her orders, and hollows his cheeks around Joker, sucking hard before withdrawing for a quick gasp of air. He doesn't have much time to do so, however, because Prim is pushing him back down, forcing him to take Joker's cock as deep as he can and then some, almost to the point of choking. He's breathing out hard through his nose now to compensate for it, his senses completely filled with Joker. He thinks he could do this for hours, reveling in the taste and smell and sound of him panting closer and closer towards his release. Prim's grip in Fox's hair is tight as she lifts him up, and then back down, and then up, and then back down, and Fox eagerly surrenders to it. He loses count of how many times Prim forces him down like that, and only comes back to himself once she hears her murmur, "Okay, you can come now," into Joker's ear, followed by the sound of Joker choking and gasping with relief.
Joker's come floods Fox's mouth at the same time as Prim's grip on his hair tightens almost painfully, and she shoves him down to make sure he swallows all of it. It's a struggle, one that has his every sense heightened. Fox can't help but moan, eager and wanting and desperate for his own release, but it's so satisfying being able to draw pleasure from Joker like this until he's wrung out and exhausted, until all the tension and stress in his body has left him completely, leaving only a pleasantly worn out and boneless Joker behind. Once Prim's hands leave his hair, he withdraws and gasps for air, coughing but determined to swallow every last remnant of Joker's release.
For a few moments, the only sounds that can be heard are Joker's breath coming down from his heightened orgasm, and Fox's ragged gasps as oxygen fills his lungs. Then, the sound of handcuffs being unlocked and set aside next to Fox's sketchbook on the nightstand. As Fox lifts his gaze, he sees Joker giving Prim a fond, loving smile as he rubs his wrists which have some faint red marks on them. She presses closer and kisses him, soft and luxuriating, and he indulgently kisses back, one hand holding the back of her neck. Watching them, Fox is torn between the urge to once again pick up his sketchbook and draw, and the urge to use his hand for other things. Unwillingly a soft whimper escapes his wrecked throat, and Prim and Joker are brought out of their post-coital reverie to glance at him.
Joker chuckles and cups Fox's cheek, thumb pressing at the corner of his lips where a small stray trickle of come remains, and Fox eagerly leans into his touch. "You must be so wound up by now," he says, and suddenly Fox feels heat and need bloom inside him even stronger, and knows for certain Joker is using his ability on him. His entire body shudders and whatever words he was going to say turn into a choked-off plaintive moan. "And you've been so good. Hasn't he been good, Haru?" Fox is nuzzling into Joker's hand when Prim's hand curls along his other cheek, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.
"Hmm, I think he's been very good," she replies, and Fox wants nothing more than to worship them both if it means being treated like this, being touched so gently and thoroughly and being praised. He feels beyond wrecked, beyond desire now, his entire body filled only with the need to be close and be touched by these two wonderful, beautiful people. It's enough to make him cry, enough to make him beg, and he opens his mouth to plead but before he can, he's being pulled up into Joker's lap, his legs on either side of his hips. Joker's hands run up and down his sides, down to his thighs and Fox lets out a gasp when Joker's nails rake along his skin, leaving red marks in their wake. It makes something in him hum with desire, like his body is an instrument whose strings are being plucked, sound and vibration moving through him, and if he could speak in complete sentences he'd ask Joker to do it again.
"How do you want to come, darling?" Prim asks, almost conversationally, as she pets and strokes Fox's hair and the back of his neck. It's not fair to ask him, Fox thinks, not fair to make him speak when his entire being is filled only with need right now. "Please," he manages to gasp out, "please just--touch me." As soon as he says it he can feel Joker's hands curl around his aching erection, and he almost sobs with how good it feels. Prim hums and sits up so she can kiss his cheek. "Of course we will, Yusuke," she murmurs. "You did so well, just relax and enjoy this." He turns his head to kiss her, uncoordinated and clumsy, yet she meets him with enthusiasm and swallows every plaintive whine that escapes him as Joker leisurely strokes him off.
Joker's gaze seems to capture him like this, and Fox faintly imagines this is how Joker looks when he's about to grab a treasure from the Metaverse, about to claim something as his own. It makes Fox feel dizzy, feel overheated, and he can only continue to rut into Joker's hand while he lets those thoughts overwhelm him. "Next time you should fuck me," Joker purrs. "If you can hold out long enough. Maybe you can fuck both of us, hmm?" He glances at Prim, a sly grin on his lips. "Or maybe we'll take turns using your mouth."
The thought of bringing them pleasure, bringing them both to ecstasy, using his mouth and tongue makes him see white for a moment. He can feel his orgasm building quickly, feel it running through his veins and he tosses his head back with an incoherent cry. That seems to be Joker and Prim's cue, as they double the intensity of their ministrations on him; Joker's wrist twisting with each stroke, his thumb pressing along the underside of the head of Fox's cock, and Prim's mouth on the side of his neck, biting and sucking at his skin in order to leave an angry, visible mark. Fox lets out a sharp cry and a string of pleading, "yes, yes, yes, please, yes--!" for a few excruciating moments before he finally comes, shoots of white hot pleasure coursing through him, inside and out. His vision is unfocused, but dimly he can see streaks of come scattered across Joker's front, and the too-pleased grin on his face. Prim's soft breath echoes in his ear, and he can hear her chuckle.
Fill: Impressions (2/2)
"How did the sketching go?" Prim asks, just as his eyes are starting to slide shut.
"I was able to use some excellent references," Fox replies slowly. "Parts of it I am satisfied with, but other parts need work."
"It sounds like you just need some more practice," Joker says nonchalantly, but as soon as Fox glances at him he can see the hint of a smirk. Fox cannot help but match it.
"Perhaps I do. Could I convince you two to indulge me once more, sometime?"
"Hmm, let me think about it," Prim replies, but then she, too, is caught up in grinning at them.
Fox chuckles and curls in closer, eyes sliding shut, but not before he captures the image of Joker and Prim smiling at him, hoping they remain in his dreams.
Re: Fill: Impressions (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2019-09-13 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)