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Homestuck Kink Meme

Homestuck Kink Meme

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  4. It's called a kink meme but we welcome non-porn requests too. Just make sure you give anons something to work with beyond just the pairing.


RULES

  1. Your kink is okay. So is everyone else's. Do not leave prompts or comments that bash characters/pairings or put down somebody's kinks/interests.

  2. We welcome all kinks, but we want people with triggers to be able to play here too! If your prompt or fill contains graphic violence, rape/non-con, or abuse, please label it in the comment subject line, e.g.: "Vriska/Tavros [abuse]" or "Gamzee/any [violence]"

  3. Please put the character(s) you're requesting in the comment subject line! That makes it a lot easier for potential fillers to find requests.

  4. Having prompts filled is what makes a kink meme successful! Try to fill a prompt for every three or four you leave.


There's a master list of fills in this post. Please link yours when you finish them!

Equius/Gamzee [violence]

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Equius/Gamzee, time to use your strength

Honor Duel (Equius/Gamzee [violence])

(Anonymous) 2012-05-03 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
Something about this feels wrong.

You have tried to put your misgiving aside, but it is proving to be difficult to shake. You are having the most horrible sense of deja vu as you go on your mission, to find Gamzee and humbly offer your services as tutor to him. The sinking feeling in your gut as you recognize the highblood on his perch even feels familiar - you cannot shake the feeling that this has all happened before, although it couldn't have. Of course it couldn't be familiar. Nothing like this has ever happened before.

You remember everything from the last few moments - the command from Karkat, the earnest request to Nepeta to stay hidden. You had to protect her; should you die, she is the only one on this asteroid who will you remember you, who will carry her pity of you and tell your glorious story to whatever future generations will come. And then there was the journey, and you had found him, and...

And all of that had led to this. To Gamzee, perched on his gigantic specimen jar, bow in hand, and you, standing far below, and you're having trouble concentrating on your words when everything you say seems to have been said before. It seems almost as if you had rehearsed this, which is ridiculous, isn't it? Even the "joke" that he tells seemed to have been told before.
"We really should talk," you say, if only because it seems like the right thing to say, and because you don't know how to bring up such a trivial thing as this strange feeling during such an important conversation.

He stares back at you. "You really should...." Then, unexpectedly, he stops, trailing off, his already quiet words dwindling to nothing.

"Highb100d?" you say, puzzled.

He laughs then - a high, honking laugh, and utterly mad. "MOTHERFUCKER," he says. "So THAT'S it." He leaps down from the massive jar, landing with ease on his feet, and walks towards you - and you fight a STRONG and nearly irresistible urge to drop down on one knee. This is not the time for that, you tell yourself - you must stand firm, until you are commanded. But the sense of deja-vu has given way to a feeling of wrongness, and you are afraid.

"You wanna know what you REALLY SHOULD do?" Gamzee says, grinning, before you can recover. "You an' me, we should get our MOTHERFUCKING STRIFE ON."

"I... wait," you say, shocked, doing your best to recover. "Highb100d, I humbly protest. There is no need for us to fight. If only I could speak to you, I could help you -"

"SHUT UP," he says, and you do, and not just out of your sudden case of nerves. "YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO, HERE IT IS. HERE is a motherfuckin' COMMAND from your motherfuckin' BETTER." He steps back and throws the bow and arrow aside. "COME AT ME."

You slowly put up your fists, because you really do not know what else to do - he is your better, and he has commanded this of you, and yet you do not want to do this. He does not need violence, he needs guidance. He needs the knowledge that you have accumulated over many sweeps of study, if he is to ever tap into the potential that he seems to have finally realized that he has. And yet he stands there, pulling out his clubs and holding them aloft, and he seems to be waiting only for your charge... and it is not in you to make the highblood repeat a command.

I must think of this as an honor duel, you tell yourself. He asks me to fight with him in order to test my strength. I must not disappoint him.

"Well?" Gamzee asks, his voice deceptively soft, but you can see rage in his eyes, the highblood fury that he has finally chosen to embrace.

You nod, once, and dash forward to join the battle. Finish this quickly, you tell yourself. Knock his clubs from his hands without doing any serious harm - you do not wish to do him harm, and your fists are already shaking with your effort to hold back your own strength. Prove your strength and end this battle, and then you will earn his respect -

One second he is standing there, clubs aloft, and the next - the next he is a blur of motion, and nothing is left of him but the smell of greasepaint. You try to turn and search for him - but slowly, too slowly, and you turn just in time to feel the clubs jab into your stomach.

You are strong, but you still feel pain. The shove pushes you back, leaves you sprawling in the most undignified way, and the shock of it travels directly up into your spine; your head hits the hard stone floor of the asteroid, and you see stars. It's not enough to seriously harm you, and you can feel some of the stones give way under you as you convulse, but it's enough to warn you. This is serious.

"Poor motherfucking little FOOL, is what you are," you hear Gamzee say, from somewhere - where is he? You push yourself up, but you can't see him - and when he speaks again you're sure it was from the other corner of the large open place. "YOU'RE SO STUCK ON YOURSELF! So stuck on who YOU are, and all your inheritance was used up BEFORE YOU WERE MOTHERFUCKING BORN and you don't even fucking KNOW IT, don't know all the NOTHING you were s'posed to get is GONE -"

"This," you manage through gritted teeth, "is not honorable." You don't quite know what these feelings welling up inside of you are. You've long told yourself that your mixture of reverence and hate for Gamzee were perfectly acceptable - the reverence for who he is, the hate for the lowblooded scum he pretends to be. What you're feeling now, for this raving creature who castigates you even though he himself is lost... you don't know. You've never felt it before, not quite like this. You want to grab him by his stained collar and shake him, not as hard as you can but hard enough, and tell him to stop, for his own good, just stop all of this and listen-

"No SHIT it's not! Honor's for WEAK LITTLE IDIOTS! For people who still have something motherfucking COMING TO THEM!" He makes that horrible honking laugh again, and his voice is moving. Lower, ever lower..." But I ain't got NOTHIN', nothing but my ANGER and my VOICE, and I'll sing for you, motherfucker, I'LL SING THE MOTHERFUCKING STARS DOWN and make my own personal MIRACLE if it means we don't gotta go THROUGH this shit anymore -"

There!

Gamzee paused for half a second, apparently to catch his breath - his first and last tactical mistake. You strike with all of your strength - nothing less will do for this, you fear - and catch him just as he is about to leap again - strike him full in the face, watch the bones in his skull cave in as you punch, his eye socket caving in and pulping his eye. No holding back, now. If the Highblood requests you prove your strength, you will do no less.

He lands on his back, his one good eye staring up at nothing, and for a long horrible moment you are sure you've killed him... at least until he sits up and laughs. "Well, ain't that a miracle," he says. His laugh is only barely less terrifying than before. "AIN'T THAT A MOTHERFUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL THING."

"I would not say so," you say. "But it was necessary."

"Necessary, HELL." He stands up and spits blood out of half of a mouth. "It FELT motherfucking GOOD, all up and using all your motherfucking STRENGTH like that, and you might as well SHUT UP about duty and ADMIT it."

You swallow hard - you must not think about that now! There are no towels in sight, and this will require a great deal of dexterity. "I hope you will allow me to give such e%planations later," you say as diplomatically as you can. You have no idea why he's alive, but he needs your attention. "For now I must tend to your injuries -"

"What motherfucking injuries?" he asks, head tilted to the side.

"I..." You stare at him, taken aback - stare at the place where his face is an utter ruin.

"Oh. THAT MOTHERFUCKING INJURY." He laughs that strange gurgling laugh, like he just can't keep the blood out of his mouth. "Lemme just take CARE of that for you."

You must have blinked, then. It's really the only explanation for what happened next. One moment, Gamzee's standing in front of you, face ruined, eye destroyed, indigo dripping down onto his pants - and the next second all of that is gone. His face is freshly painted, save for the familiar claw-marks that immediately make your stomach lurch, and his clothes... you can't quite seem to grasp it. You've never seen a costume like that before; it reminds you of something you've seen many years ago, in one of your moirail's ridiculous manuals, before you forbade her from FLARP entirely. A ridiculous costume, and if not for the ache in your back and the throbbing in your head, you never could take one who wore it seriously -

He shakes his head. "Man," he says, "gets me all motherfuckin' TORN UP inside, seein' you."

"Me?" you ask, puzzled. "You are the one who was injured -"

"Naw," he says, running his fingers over his face. "This ain't a motherfuckin' THING. Just a reminder I thought I needed, an' I hurt someone real SWEET to get it. What I'm talking about is THIS motherfuckin' thing." He reaches out, carefully traces some imaginary line from one side of your neck to the other... and you realize with a sudden shock that it hurts. For a moment your lungs seem to freeze, as if you were suffocating.

Exactly as if you were suffocating.

"I... begin to see," you say, the memories beginning to resurface. The arrow that flew true - the bow was truly a highblood's weapon, and his aim was utterly impeccable. And then...

Snap, the bowstring said, and the bow sang as it pulled, utterly taut, around your neck... and you sit in acceptance, bested, waiting -

"So motherfuckin' HUNG UP on teachin' me to take what I want," he said. His fingers are almost tender on your face, now. "And just LOOK AT WHERE IT GOT YOU."

"Yes," you agree, because you finally understand. You know what you would see, should you ever choose to take off your sunglasses and look in the mirror. "That is unquestionably the truth."

"Heh." Gamzee backs away. "Truth and lies don't matter, mothefucker. Figured dying would TEACH you a thing or two."

You force a small smile. It is odd, but the highblood seems to wish it of you. "It takes many teachings to reinforce such lessons," you say. Your lusus told you that long ago.

"Ain't THAT the motherfuckin' TRUTH," he says. "Always thought I'd see you dead before you UNDERSTOOD a goddamned THING. Wish I hadn't been so damned RIGHT."
You are at a loss for words. All that you can think of to do is fall to your knees before him - you should be cross, you should be angry with him, but somehow all of that black rage is gone now, and all you can seem to do is take his bloody, paint-smeared hands and kiss them, a careful kiss on each knuckle, so as not to bruise. This indigo-clad creature may not bruise easily, but you will not risk it. It seems a strange thing to do after such violence... but if this truly is what you believe it is, then what does it matter?

"Sentimental motherfucker," he says, but there's something strange in his voice too. "Fuck, we should've been better friends with your sweet metal girl. Never got nothin' right in time." He bends down and kisses you on the top of your head, and his lips are cool, like water.

"Gamzee," you say, and it's the first time in ages that you've felt right using his true name, but you're not sure why -

"Shoosh," he says, and backs away, pulling his hand away. "Gotta go, motherfucker. Got places to go, PEOPLE to meet. NEW people, more lost motherfuckers in this stupid rigged game, 'cept I got a hand on a couple motherfuckin' CHEATS." His body is starting to grow strange, translucent. He's disappearing, you realize, right in front of you. "Don't get yourself LOST, you STUCK-UP crazy MOTHERFUCKER. Go and WRECK some shit or somethin' til I get BACK -"

And just like that, before you can even say goodbye, he's gone.

You're not convinced, for a moment afterwards, that it even happened at all... until you touch the mark on your neck. It hurts, and the pain is real enough.

What can you do, anyway? You're dead, as best as you can tell. But... well. "Wrecking" things around you has never been a favorite pastime, robots notwithstanding, but under the circumstances it's as likely to cause an appropriate reaction as anything. First, though, you're going to go back and see if Nepeta is still here. There is no way that you intend to embark on this impropriety alone.

The place where Gamzee kissed you still tingles on your forehead, as strong as the pains in your back and your head. You know it's all your imagination, but it feels right, all the same.

Sollux/Feferi

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sollux using his psionic powers during sex (teasing/sensation play, suspension, extra hands to hold her down?). Feferi thinks it's super --Exciting~

Karkat/John

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Constantly interrupted makeouts. John is mostly okay with this; Karkat, not so much.

The True Meaning of Frustration (Karkat/John)

(Anonymous) 2012-05-05 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
The first time that Karkat and John tried to make out, they were hiding in a corner on the asteroid. Well, hiding was probably dignifying it too much, as Karkat had grabbed John and dragged him back there, and John had just looked at Karkat with a grin that to most people would've looked just like any other grin. Karkat had watched this kid his entire life, though. To Karkat it was obvious that this was is I have no idea what you're doing but I'm going to try to be nice to you anyway! face.

That was why, when John tried to say something, Karkat just snarled at him. "SAVE it," he'd said, before pushing John against a wall and kissing him.

John went mmmph against Karkat's mouth, for a second, and at first Karkat was afraid he was going to, fuck, blow him away or something - but then he relaxed and started kissing Karkat back, which was about as much of a relief as anything had ever been, ever. It had been risky, doing this - a scene straight out of a lot of very respectable black romcoms, but humans didn't know a fucking thing about movies - and thank gog, it was going to pay off.

"Yeah," Karkat snarled, "about fucking time." He pulled them further into the hallway. "You are about to be completely fucking overwhelmed -"

"Uh," a voice piped behind them, and Karkat turned to see Vriska standing there, momentarily at a loss for words. Unfortunately for them, she tended to recover quickly. "That," she said flatly, "is the worst line ever."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Karkat asked.

"Fussyfangs sent me to look for you, that's what! But if you wanna keep her waiting -"

"Damn it," he swore. "Okay, fine. But we're getting back to this later," he finished, turning to John, "so you'd better fucking watch your back." And with that he stomped away with all the grace of a rampaging musclebeast, and hoped he wasn't blushing. Kanaya always seemed to know when he was blushing.

---

The second time, they were in another hallway, one that Karkat was sure was deserted, and the two of them had gotten down to their undershirts and were just about to start this epic starcrossed hate-makeout in earnest when he'd suddenly gotten a face full of tile.

"What the fuck," he'd said, forcing himself up, with John blinking and standing flushed beside him. "What the actual fuck -"

"Karkitty?" Nepeta seemed to have noticed them for the first time then, and she was soon blushing dark olive green. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know there was anybody down here -"

"It's fine," he said, wearily. Staying mad at Nepeta was useless, anyway. It made him feel like even more of an asshole than usual. "I'm... gonna go walk around for a while. Make sure I'm not about to fucking pass out."

He guessed he could've kept going, but nothing turned off a guy more than a fucking concussion.

---

The third time, John had actually approached him, pulling him aside with a wink into a room and shutting the door behind them. "So what is it you wanted, Karkat?" he asked, with what Karkat sincerely hoped was the sort of stupidity designed to provoke him into batshit insane fucking levels of rage, because it was certainly working.

"Oh, I will show you," he said. "I will show your scumsucking ass how to -"

A sudden crashing sound made them both jump - Karkat managed to avoid hitting himself in the head again by a rather slim margin - as something - something large and metallic - crashed its way through the wall. It was immediately followed by a troll almost as large and as hulking as it was, who immediately tackled the robot and sent it crashing to the floor. Parts flew everywhere.

"What the fuck, Equius??" Karkat screamed.

"Forgive me," he said, a bit breathless, but as stupidly polite as ever. "One of my inventions went rogue. I did not realize there was anyone -"

"Forget it," Karkat said. "Just... forget it." He didn't even bother to open the door. He just walked out through the rubble.

---

The fourth time, though, really took the cake... mostly because when it had happened, Karkat had dragged John back to his private rooms.

"There," he'd said. "No interruptions. We are going to do this."

That was about the point when his husktop exploded.

(Sollux would tell him later that it was all an unfortunate accident - a virus had gotten into the system, and unfortunately one of the husktops had to be sacrificed, and Karkat's was just the only one with security shitty enough that he could access it. Karkat would just sit there, banging his fists against the wall in sheer frustration.)

This was really all starting to feel a little weird.

---

"...and that's when his computer exploded!" John laughed, probably more loudly than a person should laugh at his own story. "Oh, man, you should've seen his face!"

Kanaya raised an eyebrow at John's story. "So you are saying that this was all staged?"

"Yep!" John grinned wickedly, legs hanging off of the edge of the ornate table in the room that Rose and Kanaya shared. "Well, okay, not the first one - that was just an accident, you know? Vriska just happened to show up that time - but the stuff after that was my idea! And as long as I'm careful, he doesn't suspect a thing!"

"I have to say," Kanaya says in that slow, carefully pronounced way that she had, "this is certainly a novel approach to kismesissitude."

John shrugged. "Well, I'm pretty sure Karkat could beat me in a fair fight, so I have to be smart enough to find other ways to make him mad. And it looks like it's working pretty well so far!"

"It's working perfectly," Vriska interjected. "And don't act like you didn't have help coming up with this, John!"

"Oh, come on, Vriska," he moaned. "It was mostly my idea!"

"Yeah. Suuuure it was." She shook her head and rolled her eyes, but at least she was smiling. Things got a bit messier when Vriska stopped smiling. "So let's talk about tomorrow. I've got something big planned for tomorrow -"

"You always have something big planned," John joked, jumping down from the table.

"Well, I kind of have to!" Vriska shot back, as the two walked arm-in-arm back to the transportalizer.

Kanaya glanced back at Rose, who'd said little the entire time. "Are all human forms of courtship so opaque?" she asked.

Rose smiled. "You have no idea."

Re: The True Meaning of Frustration (Karkat/John)

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Dave: doubt your friend's heterosexuality

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Dave comes to visit and stays over with John. After a long night of watching terrible movies, they pass out together -- and John is a sleep-cuddler. Cue Dave getting some ideas about this, and fumbly awkward makeouts in the morning. Anon would prefer John maybe confused and surprised, but definitely not protesting. This just hadn't ever occurred to him, really!

Re: Dave: doubt your friend's heterosexuality

(Anonymous) 2011-04-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
I find this prompt tempting. Very tempting.

John/Dave

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Re: Dave: doubt your friend's heterosexuality

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Eridan/John

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so Eridan has tried a romance with all the trolls and failed horribly and is deeply ashamed (or something). He goes to John for help and suggests that they should FAKE a romance just so the other trolls don't make fun of him (as much). John for some reason agrees. Eridan starts having REAL flushed feelings for him and is also a douche, so he tries to coerce John into really being his matesprite.

Bonus points if he forces makeouts in front of the other trolls ("If you stop me, they'll knoww wwe wwere lying the wwhole time!").

Kanaya/Rose

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Kanaya dresses Rose up. They both enjoy this a little more than usual. Lots of descriptions of fabric and how it feels is a plus!

Re: Kanaya/Rose

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
ooo, love this. Getting to work.

Aradia/Equius

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Some kind of a non-Sgrub AU: she's doing her Troll Indiana Jones thing, making a name for herself, he has a terrible crush on her and all her fancy whipwork. He pursues her in whatever quadrant, thinking that between his STRENGTH and his place in the hierarchy he'll be in control -- but when she gets into it, her whipkind specibus and telekinetic powers bring him to his knees. And he loves it there.

Specific prompt is specific, I know. ._.

Re: Aradia/Equius

(Anonymous) 2011-05-03 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Specific, and fucking hot as hell.

Re: Aradia/Equius

(Anonymous) - 2012-08-18 06:40 (UTC) - Expand

artfill!

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Tavros/Gamzee

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
high sex. they have some pies/sopor browns/etc and have very intimate, intense sex.

any other kinks/etc are fine, as long as it's consensual.

Re: Tavros/Gamzee

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
I love this kink so much, anon. Seconded. :D

Tavros: believe in miracles.

(Anonymous) - 2011-04-06 02:27 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Tavros: believe in miracles.

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Re: Tavros: believe in miracles.

(Anonymous) - 2011-04-06 02:51 (UTC) - Expand

OP

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Re: Tavros: believe in miracles.

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Eridan/Sollux

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Underwater breathplay.

artfill!

(Anonymous) 2011-04-12 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
http://postimage.org/image/l8bkkwf8/

+ bonus feferi

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Re: + bonus feferi

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Re: + bonus feferi

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Eridan/Sollux

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John/Any

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Mile high club! Because he can fly now, right? I just want some adorable smooshy aerial sex, okay.

Fly, Pupa! John/Tavros

(Anonymous) 2011-04-08 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
http://postimage.org/image/nh186xac/

OP, I am almost certain this isn't what you were looking for but when I started working on this prompt, this is what happened. T-There will be a followup picture! XD

Re: Fly, Pupa! John/Tavros

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OP

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Re: Fly, Pupa! John/Tavros

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Re: Fly, Pupa! John/Tavros

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Dave: Do not think about Cal during sex

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Dave tries, and fails, to get it on in anything resembling a successful manner with the person or persons of your choice.

This is because there's a part of his brain that knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that both Bro and Cal are watching. And will probably appear at any second.

(please feel free to take this in a voyeuristic/exhibitionistic direction instead)

Re: Dave: Do not think about Cal during sex

(Anonymous) 2012-01-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Kehehehe! Marvvellous! I shall get on this right awway!
Davve/John, OK?

Rose/Eridan

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He solicits her for blackrom in person, and she takes him up on it.

...And it turns out Eridan is the one who is wildly unprepared for it. Possibly Rose has been reading BDSM websites. Possibly she has her grimdark powers. Either way, there is a lot of topping and painplay and it's way more than Eridan was expecting.

Re: Rose/Eridan

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
hnnngh, want. o yes.

Post Mistress/Mayor of Cantown

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd love to see them romance, pr0ns wholly optional, with their interaction framed as a civic-minded exchange of municipal services.

Double bonus excellence party for goofing around with the title "Mistress".

EVIL JADE OWNS THE WORLD

(Anonymous) 2011-04-03 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Jade is evil as fuck. She has ridiculous mind powers and a gun and a dog. She utterly subjugates anybody/everybody and trifles with them for her own depraved amusement. Go.

Re: EVIL JADE OWNS THE WORLD

(Anonymous) 2012-09-01 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
This is interesting. I might consider this one.

troll/kid, first time xeno

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Awkward, first-time sex between a troll and a human, where they both wind up having to explain how their parts work to the other one. Fumbling and nervous but eventually talking about it helps them work everything out (and maybe talking makes it hotter).

If you're looking for a pairing suggestion, Jade/Tavros would be awesome, but really any kid/troll pairing would be just fine by me.
kayera: Rose auspistizing Gamzee and Terezi (Default)

Re: troll/kid, first time xeno

[personal profile] kayera 2012-09-07 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Coming right up! I hope you don't mind Dave/Terezi.

Re: Dave/Terezi, first time xeno (Prt 2/?)

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youre making this hapen

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff.

There doing it man. There making it hapen. Show us how it all goes down.

[Suggestions: sex pollen in the nanchos? Locker-room shenanigans after the big game? Sweet Bro drops the hot god and puts jelly on Hella Jeff? Confusion over which one is which, resolved by the realization that since Sweet Bro comes first there's only one appropriate course of action?]

Re: youre making this hapen

(Anonymous) 2011-04-12 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Where Doing This Man


"HEY MAN WERE r MY NANCHOS," said Sweet Bro plaintively, with a saucy twist of his hips.

Hella Jeff couldn't stop staring. Those sweatpants... that package... it was like... like a...

He licked his lips unconsciously. "IM SO HUNGRY BRO I HAD TO AET tHEM!!!"

Life was not sweet for Sweet Bro at that moment. His nanchos had been waiting for him all week. Why now? Why did cruel fate have to disappear them just when he'd finally beaten Metal Clown 5 and wanted a snack? No.. not just wanted. When he really deserved a snack. Life deserved to give him a hot god.

"i COULD gET yOU A HOT gOD," Hella Jeff suggested humbly and with nigh-clairvoyant sensitivity, as was his wont. He was prone to these lapses of culinary judgement, when the things in the fridge were clearly marked as Hella Jeff's territory, but he always made up for it.

"YoU COULD GET mY HOT GOD!!!!1!!" Sweet Bro suggested subtly, because honestly his hot god was about to bust right on through his sweatpants and make some jelly if Hella Jeff kept licking his plump, moist lips in that terribly coy manner.

Hella Jeff, already at waist level on the floor amongst the carnage of Sweet Bro's nanchos, lunged for it happily like a terrier after a meat snack but with way less teeth out. "WHERE DOiNG THIS BRO! wHERE DOING IT!!1!!1"

And they did.

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Sollux/Karkat

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Grumpy asshole friends being grumpy asshole friends who make out.

Bro/Sis

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Exploration of the similarities and differences between them. They try to go slow in an attempt to savour all the touching and physical sensations but damn, it's agonising when you've spent your life being strong and fast. So, naturally, they make a challenge out of it, which just serves to make everything more intense.

Feferi/Equius(/Nepeta)

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
Nepeta knows what Equius needs better than he does sometimes, and what Equius needs at that moment is some release. So she goes to Feferi, knowing how much he loves to submit, and convinces her to... ahem... help him out. She has only one more, purrfectly reasonable request - she gets to watch. (Or do more than watch, if you so choose!)

Re: Feferi/Equius(/Nepeta)

(Anonymous) 2012-01-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Mwahahahahaha! Challenge accepted! Ooooh, this is gunna be good!

Dave(sprite)/Jade

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
In the Afterlife, Davesprite goes and finds his Jade from the doomed timeline. A heartfelt reunion becomes "I never thought I'd see you again" sex.

Living the linguistic lifestyle

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything with rapping or a rap-off. Can be sexual or flirtatious, can be purely platonic, but I love clever wordplay and also embarrassingly awful attempts at clever wordplay. :)

Would you like to explore, maybe, how strict "strict beats" really are?

Re: Living the linguistic lifestyle

(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
fffff somebody please do this. there can never be enough nerdy rap in this fandom.

RPF: Hussie [abuse]

(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew Hussie gets thoroughly humiliated by one or more of his characters. It's not that they have issues with their characterization, it's just that he's a jerk. No mercy.

Any kid/troll pairing, blankets

(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
It occured to me this morning that since trolls sleep in recuperacoons, they as a species may not have ever invented the blanket. I want to see one of the kids introduce one of the trolls to the wonders and warmth of blankets. I just want some sweet blanket cuddles up in here.

All of the bonus points, all of them, if the troll is Tavros and he also gets introduced to the wonders and warmth of a nice bowl of soup. C:

Re: Any kid/troll pairing, blankets

(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
Okay if it's platonic blanketing?

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Windswept Questant

(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
WQ betrays Exile Town. Maybe to Noir, maybe to someone else, but she betrays them and they all curse her name initials.

Vriska, Mindfang/Eridan [dubcon/noncon?]

(Anonymous) 2011-04-05 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Kids these days have no idea how proper kismesissitude is done. Mindfang demonstrates on Eridan with Vriska watching, simultaneously aroused and furious at being outdone.

Bonus points for Mindfang comparing Eridan to Dualscar and using that against him.

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