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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: Volleyball (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2019-08-15 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)He's breathing hard, like he's just played a set. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and his eyes are bright with laughter.
"Exactly," says Gold. "There's nothing like the spring breeze on the court, blowing through the net and tousling your hair." His tone is as dry as a desert. His hair is tousled, as though the spring breeze has indeed been blowing through the court.
Between them, B makes a soft, disgruntled noise. Silver reaches out a hand to pet along his back.
It's a bare back, stretched nearly horizontal between them. The curve of the spine is graceful, and B shivers when warm fingertips trace along it.
Gold reaches out to soothe him, too – only, Gold's hand finds a naked thigh, fingertips trailing up to curl into a loose fist around B's erection. B makes a quiet whine as Gold begins to tug, casual.
"Should we have a match sometime?" says Silver. "I bet we could find enough people to play."
Silver pauses – bites down on his bottom lip as Gold jerks forward, and B moves with him, and the pink lips around Silver's cock come all the way to the base.
"We'd probably get enough takers," says Gold. His hips are moving faster now; the sound of flesh slapping against flesh is loud in the room. "We may as well ask."
Between them, B makes another noise. It's mostly muffled by Silver's cock, but it sounds just shy of desperate.
In reply, Gold redoubles his efforts; the wet squelches of his hand moving are unmistakable.
"Sounds like a plan," Silver manages, but only barely, because B's tongue picks exactly then to do something clever and quite talented. He leans forward, mouth falling open and eyes slipping closed, the muscles in his stomach and thighs going tense as he comes.
"Mm," says Gold. "Yeah. I'll text a couple people tonight."
He slips his other hand around B – uses it to guide B's hips up, adjusting the angle.
All at once, B gives what would probably have been a yelp of pleasure, if his mouth weren't full. He presses back, desperate, into the steady, rocking thrusts, and Gold obliges, stroking him hard and fast.
Silver runs a lazy hand through B's hair before he pulls out; a small trickle of come slips down from the corner of B's mouth, and his eyes are dazed with pleasure.
"Thanks," says Silver, languid and sated. "It's hard, wanting to play when you can't."
He gets down on his knees, then – edges forward, until Gold gets the hint and eases B upward by the shoulders. Gold's hand pulls back, and the brief whimper of disappointment from B is quickly chased away by a gratified moan, as Silver's mouth takes its place.
Gold leans forward, forehead resting in the crook between B's neck and shoulder.
He breathes in, shaky and breathless, and tries to think of something voleyball-related to say. Nothing comes to mind, though – and then B is crying out, whole body going tight with his release, and the clenching warmth around his cock drags Gold over the edge, too.
There's quiet for a long couple of seconds, the room filled with nothing but panted breaths and a soft, wet sound as Gold pulls out.
"You guys have the weirdest kinks," says B, fondly, when he's able to breathe again – and Silver and Gold each reach out a hand to help him to his feet.