livinglot | LC KINK MEME

Gonna start this off right for any TF game. No preferred pairing/characters just somebody dealing with heat cycles as a side effect of animal changes. Christens this meme with aphro.

so good

yes pls

Wouldn't she be a great Dom? Please show us Tanyuu being her smart in control self in the sexiest way.

late-night tryst with the menagerie's resident eldritch abomination

make it as sexy as possible

mandatory animal keeper advisory: do not fuck slenderman

No kink. (I mean if you want go for it but it's not an inherently sexy request)

Papyrus, acting like a cat. Purring, chasing bugs, hissing at people.

Nights like tonight, Papyrus remembers why he's left the cleaning of the gamer's circle to the cinder spirits: it's full of moving things. Dart throwing, ring tossing, water gun spraying... each and every one, a fun-filled activity for their guests! But he keeps twisting and looking at them, completely forgetting what he's doing.

Why's it so distracting? Search him. He's played fetch before, throwing and catching alike. Hard to avoid when you live in a town with so many dogs. And he's chased his young neighbor around, laughing as they hopped excitedly in the snow. Those were fine! Those, he was still very much himself.

This, though, right now? Those rings wibbling through the air, bouncing off the glass bottles and ricocheting all over the place...

His tail twitches and his shoulders raise, and all the world seems to shrink to tracking that movement.

Fling, arch and fall and fall to the ground. Fling, arch and fall and bounce back to the far side of the tent. Fling, arch and fall and bounce... right into Papyrus' hands, because at some point in all of this he pounced toward the flying object.

He grins delightedly at his prize, clutching at it as he slams into the counter, scattering bottles and rings everywhere.

He meant to do that.

Final Destination, no items, Fox only.

Rare change: Prehensile tail. Tail fucking.

Ringmaster/aaaaanyone

bonus: she hueg

Ringmaster had smiled at Lambert in that way and sat back, skirt riding up. She'd pulled the crotch of her leather panties to one side and gleamed. It was a literal terrible fucking idea. Here he was anyway, aphasic from the yakadotori, balls deep in his boss.

She was splay legged on the floor now. When had that happened? When had she got off the chair, he couldn't remember hwn and when she had started to tower over him. He was on his knees now and still thrusting. Whorls and rings and wet scaly textures yielded and pulled on his dick and this was such a mistake. Ringmaster had felt human at first and she so wasn't.

Ringmaster crocodile purred and stroked his back with a sharp finger. He swore voicelessly and needed all his witcher blood not to go off right from that. Her eyes were heavy lidded and she smiled cheek to cheek impossibly wide. He was fucking a monster with a woman's face and he would not stop until she came.

Textbook change catalyst. Next time he swived with anyone they first looked at his ribbed glowing tool and breathed "What a prick!"

GOOD

new fae change: bad dragon dick

This was such a mistake and Lambert's constant regret about this whole thing made this such a fun read, so thanks for the giggle!

fae changes as stis pass it on

Self exploration: someone not especially sexily inclined (ginko, sans, greg, etc) gets new genitalia and figures they might as well check out how it works, with purely clinical interest.

Optional: they struggle to keep up the facade of innocent intent as the brand new sensations prove to be nicer than anticipated.

YES PLEASE.

Greg scratches idly at the outer edge, frowning faintly as he observes his new undercarriage. He'd been bracing himself for this to happen--it's not as though there's some sort of magical junk aura that would protect it from changes--but that doesn't mean he hadn't held out some vain little hope. He'd liked his dick. It was a good dick. It saw him through some good times. But now it's gone, and he's got this thing in its place.

His hand rests atop the mound, getting a feel for it. It's pretty big, he thinks, but then again he has nothing to compare it to. Which part does he pee out of? There's a bunch of bits folded on top of each other, so probably the part where they meet in the middle?

As he attempts to understand the mechanics, Greg runs his fingers over the unfamiliar folds... and maybe a little more than necessary. Their structure may be weird, but the sensitivity is the same--especially along the edges, where the folds meet.

There's give under his fingers. Oh cripes, there's an interior. Wait, no, he's figuring this out. These parts on top are--they're probably for protecting whatever business he's got down there. So he shouldn't be poking around blindly, there's no knowing what he's oh wait no. That--that wouldn't feel like that if he weren't supposed to do stuff down there. Bad stuff doesn't feel like that. Whatever's inside is a-ok with touching.

So, this is good. He still doesn't know how to pee, but he does know how to do another thing his dick was nice for.

Even as he's knuckle-deep in alien folds and still rubbing, Greg has to wonder how much more he wants to go through with this. It feels good, but in that teenage touching-at-everything way and oh golly wow look at that. The more that pleasant sensation builds from his touch, the more those folds are pulling back and giving room for him to find new structures--presumably the main event--swelling underneath. Greg groans, halfway between arousal and exasperation. It's like a great big fleshy flower down there, why does everything have to be thematic.

With a breath through his nose, Greg stands up and goes to wash his hands. If he's gonna do this, he's gonna make sure it doesn't end with explaining to Zecora how he gave himself an infection from masturbating.

...it's not as though there's some sort of magical junk aura that would protect it from changes--but that doesn't mean he hadn't held out some vain little hope. He'd liked his dick. It was a good dick. It saw him through some good times. But now it's gone, and he's got this thing in its place.

I knew this was gonna be good the moment I read this line, and I wasn't disappointed. A++

carnie teens playing spin the bottle/truth or dare/something equally juvenile and becoming too flustered to do more than awkwardly paw at each other. ridiculousness encouraged.

not really a kink but i do what i want.

does carnie teens include lauren and lars?

absolutely.

i can't believe i'm not ayrt but i'm gonna fill this

"Rita, honest t'God, if y'don' wanna do this, we don' hafta. It's just a silly game..."

Just a game? Just a game. How naive was Doll anyway? Surely the gaggle of teenagers, all waiting for them to emerge ruffled and red-faced from the wardrobe, wouldn't let her hear the end of it if she backed down now. And Doll, being so gentle and accommodating, was really rubbing Rita the wrong way. It was like Doll expected her to back down.

"As if kissing would rattle me," she said with a snort. "It is a dumb game, but we're playing so..."

So she had to win. She had to walk out of this situation having totally shaken Doll all the way down to the very core. That way, when they both reappeared after the Seven Minutes had elapsed looking ruffled and pleased, no one would ask them to do it again. Win-win, winning all around.

"So..." Doll fidgeted, tangling fingers together in a nervous tic. "Do we just...?"

"Don't tell me you've never kissed someone before," Rita groaned and Doll looked flustered.

"Hey! What about you, eh? If we're gonna do this, and you know so much about it, then go ahead!" Doll stepped up close to Rita and stared down at her, shoulders set.

"Fine, I will, since you won't take charge like you're supposed to!"

"Why me?!"

Rita grit her teeth, grabbed Doll by the shirtfront and yanked down to start the kissing. Yes, it was, by no means, good. Rita could feel that Doll was massively uncertain about what was happening, lips and back stiff, while Rita tried to remember something, anything about how to do stuff like this. She was drawing a blank.

Doll, on the other hand, was loosening up and figuring things out. Rita felt Doll pull her into a hug while they awkwardly met lips and made noises that could only be defined as 'cartoonish' while they struggled to make out like they meant it. It wasn't impressive in the slightest, and Doll wasn't making any move to fix it or escalate it. Ugh, apparently it was her job again.

"Guess I have to take the lead again," she groused, laying her hands on Doll's chest. Doll let out an... extremely high-pitched noise.

"R-Rita wait!" Doll backed up, blushing furiously. Rita felt her own blush start, hands frozen in mid-air where she'd laid them on Doll's--

"Breasts," she said, voice hollow. "You... you..."

"Yeah?" Doll raised an eyebrow, still trying to catch-- her breath and cool her face down. "Sorry, if it's alright, I'd rather not do that--"

"You mean this whole time--"

Doll's eyebrows scrunched together, then raised way up. "Bloody hell Rita..." She grinned, wide. "Y'didn' think I was a boy didja?" Yes, it's apparent from Rita's face that she had thought Doll was a boy, probably for a while now, and Doll decides the best thing to do is hug her stomach and laugh. "How?! I don' know what it is 'bout me an-- Eh?"

Doll barely backhand springs out of the way of a flying hatbox. "Woah, Rita, hang on!"

And there goes a chair Doll just barely dodges again.

"I wasn' laughin' atcha, I jus'--!" Yes, she was laughing at Rita, and she caught a wooden suit hanger to the forehead for her grave mistake.

this is the thing i never knew i wanted

omg make it happen.

thank you for this anon, it made my day <3

THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING, THANK YOU

You know who I am, and you know what I want.

"Are you guys really sure you thought this through?"

That's rich, coming from a guy as out of breath as Ginko is. When you've never kissed anyone in your life, ending up in the middle of a make-out sandwich with two other guys is... it's a lot.

Speaking of which, and speaking of why Ginko is worried, there are also a lot of appendages involved here. No, not those ones just yet - they have yet to confront the issue of actually undressing. But, uh. Ginko's tail isn't at the most comfortable angle right now, with Psi right up behind him, and he's lost track of how many times his uncertain grabbing has left him with a handful of feathers, or narrowly keeping from landing of Psi's more delicate-looking wings.

Joker laughs, not quite as breathless as Ginko is. "Hey, now, don't ya worry about that-- already told you we'd handle the logistics, didn't we?"

"And we are good at handling things," Psi chimes in, with a grin that Ginko would probably have a snide comment about if he could see it from this angle... and if he wasn't occupied making a slightly embarrassing noise when he feels someone's hand squeeze his ass.

He twists around, just about to go ahead and make a snide comment anyway when he's interrupted by Psi's mouth over his again. Joker laughs again, and a moment later Ginko feels the heat of his chest pressing against him as he leans past, whether to whisper a suggestion to Psi or do something suggestive to his neck. Ginko rolls his eyes and gives up on talking for the time being.

Fine, they'll handle it. These assholes are lucky he trusts them.

negotiating boundaries: emotional, physical, sexy or otherwise.

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TANYUU / ANYONE

SLENDERMAN/ANYONE

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GEN: PAPYRUS

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Joker x Psiionic

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HOORAY, PERFUNCTORY ANON STATUS

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A+++

OP

GINKO/JOKER/PSII

this isn't even really smut but i did my best

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