CR Campaign Three: Character Prompts
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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
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What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Char1/Char2, flogging
Body of comment: Char1 has a thing for Char2's strong hands. Having seen them wield a weapon, they're wondering how well Char2 can swing their favorite bedroom toy.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"[something punny about floggers], Char1/Char2, M, 1/3"
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While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them tocriticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.
The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Char1/Char2, flogging
Body of comment: Char1 has a thing for Char2's strong hands. Having seen them wield a weapon, they're wondering how well Char2 can swing their favorite bedroom toy.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"[something punny about floggers], Char1/Char2, M, 1/3"
And now some rules...
- Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
- Your kink is not someone else's and their kink may not be yours. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's really that simple.
- Please no bashing of other pairings. Just like with kinks, everyone has their own flavors, and this is neither the time nor place for ship wars. This meme is meant to include the entire fandom.
- Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role character as a main part of the prompt.
- RPF is also allowed, but please prompt it over here!
- Het, slash, femmeslash? You're all welcome here. The more the merrier!
- It's not a requirement by any means, but writers love feedback, so if you read something you enjoy, take a second to tell the writer. Whether it's a one word response or something longer, it's always appreciated.
- Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them to
criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Orym/Ashton Size Kink
Date: 2021-10-29 02:21 pm (UTC)Re: Orym/Ashton Size Kink
Date: 2021-10-29 10:32 pm (UTC)Re: Orym/Ashton Size Kink
Date: 2021-10-29 11:41 pm (UTC)Re: Orym/Ashton Size Kink
Date: 2021-10-30 12:31 am (UTC)Re: Orym/Ashton Size Kink
Date: 2021-10-30 12:48 am (UTC)Fill: Odds Against - Ashton/Orym, E, size kink [1/2]
Date: 2021-11-02 05:26 am (UTC)There was a long pause, long enough that Ashton started to think that maybe Orym was asleep after all, but eventually the door opened in front of them, Orym peeking out and visibly relaxing when he found Ashton there.
"Oh," Orym said. "Hi."
Ashton didn’t move from their casual lean against the wood. "Hey." As Orym stepped back and opened the door wider in invitation, Ashton could see his sword propped in its scabbard beside the bed, the shield laid out with a cloth on it like they'd interrupted him cleaning it off. Ashton pushed off the wall and stepped into the room, letting Orym close the door behind them.
Orym looked up at them, waiting, crossing his arms across his chest. "Need something?"
Ashton raised a shoulder. "Saw your light on. Wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Things got pretty rough out there today."
"They did," Orym agreed mildly. He retrieved his shield from the bed, settling it beside the sword. "I'm fine."
Ashton dropped their eyes to the freshly healed injuries spreading down from his neck. "Yeah?" they asked probingly, and watched Orym's expression go tight and shuttered before he turned away to busily pack the cloth away in his bag. "Look," they continued, "Letters is good at what they do, but you can't keep going into fights like you're not looking to come out of them. One of these days, you're gonna have to realize that you're breakable, or you're going to start being a liability to the rest of us."
"I'm not." Orym's voice was low, his back still turned to Ashton.
"A liability? Not yet, you're not. I'd have been gone weeks ago if you were."
Orym turned, eyes flashing with intensity in the dim light. "Breakable," he said flatly.
"'course you are," Ashton said. "Everyone's breakable." They tapped at the glass on their head for emphasis, their finger making a dull clinking sound against it.
Orym's brow knit with frustration. "I'm not fragile." He spit out the word like it was something dirty. "Just because I'm small – "
"Has nothing to do with your size," Ashton objected. "Just what you're made of. Bones, skin, guts. That stuff's not made to get beat on endlessly. There's a breaking point." They ran a finger over a seam of gold on their arm. "Stone has one. Metal has one. You have one." They eyed Orym carefully. "Don't reach it."
Some of the fight seemed to drain out of Orym. "Yeah," he replied dully. "Okay." He looked down at himself, then back up to Ashton. "Sorry," he said. "I just feel like sometimes when people look at me, all they see is…" He waved a hand at his small frame. "Someone who needs to be protected."
"I have no interest in protecting anyone," Ashton promised. "I'm here to kick ass and get paid."
Orym chuckled. "You're good at it," he offered.
"The kicking ass part, at least," Ashton allowed. "Still working on being good at getting paid." They crossed the room to settle down on the end of Orym's bed, still taller than him even while seated, but closer to eye level. "Look, I get it," they said meaningfully. "People looking at you and seeing something they think is gonna shatter." They held up their arm, gold glinting in the low light. "For what it's worth – if it's worth anything – I'll have your back because I'll have everyone's back while we're working together, but that's as far as it goes."
"Thanks." Orym shifted awkwardly, looking Ashton over. "I'd say the same, but – " he shrugged. "Getting between people and danger is kind of what I do. Nothing personal, though."
Ashton gave a low gravelly chuckle. "Yeah, I've seen that. Doesn't look like your fancy friends have any interest in treating you like you're breakable when things go to shit."
"That's why we can be friends," Orym said. "Anyway, I've earned it, with them."
Ashton smirked. "Gonna have to tell me that story sometime."
Orym gave them a half smile back. "Maybe," he said noncommittally. "Sometime." He raised a hand absently to rub at the marks on his throat. "Thanks," he said. "For checking on me. I'm fine, though." He eyed Ashton. "What about you?" he asked. "You got pretty roughed up out there, too."
Ashton gave him a careless grin. "Yeah, but I like it," they said, and were rewarded by a soft flush rising to his cheeks.
"Ah," he said mildly. "Right." He looked flustered like they'd expected him to, but to their surprise there was no judgement in his expression. In fact, as they watched, something seemed to sharpen in his gaze as his eyes trailed over Ashton, assessing them, leaving them faintly grateful that they weren't capable of blushing in return.
Instead, they returned the scrutiny, looking him over. He was out of his armor, dressed simply in a light shirt and the same worn pants he wore during the day. His feet and arms were bare, sleeves pushed up carelessly, the front of the shirt falling open to show off the lines of his tattoo trailing down his chest from his shoulder. The minimal clothing left no doubt where his strength and speed came from, his muscles tight and visible even as he stood at ease, comparatively relaxed. His breathing picked up a little with Ashton's eyes on him, and when Ashton's eyes flickered back up to his, there was a frozen moment where they both paused on a precipice of action, each waiting for the other.
It was Orym who strode forward, fitting himself into the space between Ashton's legs, keeping his eyes on them as he carefully dropped his hands to their thighs, leaving them plenty of time and space to shift away, to make their excuses and leave.
They had no interest in doing that. Instead, they leaned into his touch, arching an eyebrow at him as his fingers dug in hard. He leaned in, and Ashton closed their eyes, anticipating a kiss, but instead they felt Orym's breath against the side of their head, their ear, their neck. "Don’t be gentle with me," he said in a low commanding voice, and only then did he pull back to kiss Ashton, mouth hot and claiming against theirs, fingers pulling Ashton's thighs tighter around him, stepping close enough that his body was pressing to the front of Ashton's pants, making their cock stir with interest.
"Not interested in gentle," Ashton all but growled, and dropped their hands to Orym's sides, lifting slightly, telegraphing the move to give him time to object. Instead, his breath caught and his whole body went lax in Ashton's hands, letting Ashton easily scoop him up and toss him back onto the bed. He sprawled there for a moment, looking rumpled and faintly dazed before his expression sharpened and his hand darted out, grabbing Ashton by the collar and dragging them in forcefully to kiss them again. Ashton spread out over him, giving in to the insistent clutch of his hands, enjoying the force of his grip, the demanding way his body arched up against Ashton, getting a leg around them and pulling their hips down to rut against him as they kissed. Ashton rolled their body lazily, arousal buzzing through them at the feeling of Orym taking what he wanted from them. Orym's hips stuttered a little against Ashton's as he felt the sizeable bulge growing between them, his lips gasping out an unexpectedly needy moan into Ashton's mouth.
He flipped them easily, hand planted to Ashton's shoulder, body twisting under them until he was sitting on Ashton's chest, looking down at them. Ashton let their hands roam his body, pushing the shirt impatiently from his shoulders and baring his chest and tattoos for Ashton's lips and teeth. Orym let them explore for a few moments before pulling away, backing down Ashton's body, his ass pressing back against Ashton's cock, hips rolling greedily as his hands went to work stripping off Ashton's clothes.
There was some scrambling, their hands frantic against each other as they got naked. Ashton ended up sprawled out on the bed beneath Orym, Orym perched over their thighs, looking down at them like a feast laid out before him. His own cock curved temptingly up against his stomach, and Ashton lost a long moment imagining what it would feel like to take it into their mouth. It was proportional to the rest of Orym, a perfect mouthful for Ashton, and they found themself desperately wanting to know what Orym would taste like, what sounds he would make as Ashton brought him over the edge.
Instead, he drew a finger up Ashton's cock, slow and teasing, clearly unfamiliar with the texture, but his expression intent and intrigued as he watched Ashton respond to his touch. Ashton arched their hips up, seeking more, and Orym obligingly wrapped a hand around them, not able to fit it all the way around, but cupping against the side of it, twisting as he stroked, his grip hot and firm and perfect. His skin slid effortlessly over the smooth surface, his other hand dropping to hold Ashton's hip, bracing himself as he leaned forward, getting a better angle. His fingers dug into their hip hard enough that he might have left a mark on someone with skin as soft as his.
"Hold that thought," he said eventually, doing something utterly devastating to the head of their cock with his thumb in a brief and tantalizing promise before drawing his hand back. He scrambled off the bed toward his pack, which was lying discarded beside his armor in a corner.
He emerged with a small vial of oil, and Ashton grinned. "A man who travels prepared," they said, pleased. "I like it. Staying ready for Mr. Fancypants? Or maybe for Fearne? If she has a dick, I bet it's absolutely fantastic." Orym flushed prettily, but his expression shuttered. "No, no, don't tell me," Ashton interrupted themself. "I'd rather stay free to imagine the possibilities."
Re: Fill: Odds Against - Ashton/Orym, E, size kink [2/2]
Date: 2021-11-02 05:26 am (UTC)Ashton's mind went utterly blank for a few moments before they managed to sputter out, "Wait, what?" Orym raised his eyebrows at them, still fucking his hand onto their fingers. "You…want to…?" They gestured helplessly between Orym and their cock with their other hand. Orym quirked an eyebrow and waved the bottle at them in a what did you think this was for? motion before stretching to place it on the table beside the bed. "I…" Ashton said faintly. "I thought maybe you wanted my fingers? Or it was for me?"
Orym's eyes darkened at the words, and he stopped slicking up Ashton's hand, grabbing them around the wrist instead. "I do want your fingers," he said, voice a little hoarse as he dragged Ashton's arm around him. "And…uh, the other suggestion is tempting." He shivered as Ashton cupped his ass, holding it easily in their hand, slipping their slick fingers into the cleft of it. He arched back into Ashton's touch like he was starving for it. "But no." He dropped his head, bracing himself with a small hand against Ashton's chest, and pushed his hips back, letting out a shuddering breath as one of Ashton's fingers dipped inside him. He was impossibly warm, impossibly tight, and Ashton groaned aloud at the thought of feeling that sensation around their cock. Orym lifted his head to meet their eyes again, and said steadily, "You're going to fuck me."
Ashton felt pleasantly lightheaded with arousal at the feeling of Orym starting to fuck himself down against their hand, the demand clear in his voice and expression. "I am going to do anything you want me to do," they promised, and curled their finger inside him, drawing a hitched cry from his lips.
It took time to open him up, to get him loose and slick and ready, and Ashton enjoyed every second of it, working their fingers into him, holding onto his hip and side with their other hand, bracing him and feeling the seemingly inexhaustible roll of his muscles beneath his skin as he worked himself onto their hand until his cock was flushed and thick and dripping against his stomach, visibly aching to be touched. Instead, though, he kept his hands on Ashton, planted to their chest, occasionally folding himself over to press his body to theirs, to lay hot biting kisses to their collarbone, not quite hard enough to leave marks against their tough skin.
By the time he lifted himself up from their hand, starting to scoot back along their body, he was trembling with exertion. "Hey," Ashton said, the word coming out almost tenderly as they reached out to brush a thumb over his flushed cheek. "You good?" Orym's eyes flashed, expression going hard, and Ashton was reminded of his words earlier. Don’t be gentle with me. "Yeah," they answered themself, not waiting for his reply, but leaving him the space to interject if he chose to. "You're good." He responded with a nod, so they grabbed him around the waist, shifting him back along their body until their cock was bumping against the soft skin of his ass.
They reached down to slick their cock, but the grip of their hand was nearly too much after the intense anticipation of working Orym open for them, so they only gave it a few strokes before resettling their hands against Orym's hips, fingers nearly spanning his waist as they held him.
He lowered himself onto their cock incrementally, slow but greedy, the first slide of it inside him leaving him shaking and gasping for a long moment before he steadied himself, catching his breath, the tight clutch of him around Ashton slowly releasing. Ashton held him through it, keeping themself perfectly still despite their body's desperation to plunge into the tight heat of him. Eventually, agonizingly slowly, he began to work himself lower, taking more of Ashton into him, starting to rock gently, dragging a delicious friction along the length of them.
It felt like forever and no time at all when he started fucking himself in earnest, head flung back, chest flushed under the lines of his tattoo, expression distant and ecstatic as he rolled his hips down and back up, taking all of Ashton, leaving them a shaking, desperate mess beneath him.
"I need - " he finally gasped out, and Ashton raised a hand limply, reaching for his cock, but Orym caught their wrist. "No," he said, panting out the words. "I need you to fuck me." The words were a command rather than a plea.
"Yeah," Ashton breathed out. They reached for Orym's hips, ready to hold him still so they could fuck up into him, but instead, he lifted himself fully off of them, drawing a helpless sound of loss from their lips.
"'s'okay," he mumbled, dropping into the space between their spread legs and turning his back to them, leaning down onto his arms and lifting his ass in the air. He looked back at them over his shoulder. "C'mere."
"Gods," Ashton cursed under their breath, but they managed to drag themself up to their knees, kneeling behind Orym, bracing a wide hand against his back.
He dropped his head down between his arms at the touch, and this time when he breathed out, "Please," there was an edge of begging to it under the demand.
It took every bit of their control to sink into him slowly, smoothly, feeling him writhing and desperate beneath them. They wrapped an arm around his chest, holding him close to their body, feeling him go limp and pliant in their grasp. His muscles were still working him back against them, but he let them take his weight, trusting them to hold him to their chest as they started to move their hips, thrusting into him.
He reached up, digging the fingers of one of his hands into their arm where it was clutched around him. "More," he breathed out. "Harder."
The last shred of control that they had been clinging to shattered, and their hips drove against him, pounding him into the bed, his body trembling in their arms as they felt his muscles rippling around their cock, felt him shaking and coming around them, drawing Ashton's own orgasm from them, his cock still entirely untouched.
They let go, finally letting the pleasure they'd been holding back for so long overwhelm them, tearing through them as they fucked helplessly into the tight heat of Orym's body. He still writhed beneath them, riding out his own aftershocks, the grip of his hand around Ashton's arm still firm and grounding, demanding they give him everything.
They collapsed to their side, after, drawing out of Orym but keeping him held close to their chest, and to their surprise, he let them hold him, not rolling over, but staying there curled in their arms for a long exhausted moment as they both caught their breath, his fingers idly tracing the patterns of gold across their skin.
"I should go," Ashton said finally, eventually, face buried in Orym's hair, and Orym startled against them like he'd already fallen asleep.
"Mm," he agreed wordlessly, but didn't make any effort to move.
Ashton chuckled. "I came in here to warn you not to go around trying to break yourself, and instead here I am, the one who broke you."
Orym matched their laugh. "Not broken," he said, yawning hugely and stretching so hard that Ashton could feel something pop. "Just enjoying." He rolled onto his back, tilting his head to look at Ashton. His smile, in a sharp contrast to the way he'd been with Ashton while they were fucking, was soft and a little shy, his cheeks still flushed. "Thanks," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I needed that."
"Hey, look, twist my arm," Ashton said. They finally slid free of Orym, standing and stretching, luxuriating in the feeling of his eyes following their movements admiringly. "You say the word, and I'll do that any godsdamn time you like."
Orym sat up on the bed, tucking his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, but not making any effort to get dressed, watching Ashton hastily pull on the minimum amount of their clothes. His eyes glittered with undisguised interest. "I'll take you up on that," he said, somehow making it sound equally like a promise and a threat.
Ashton leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. It was softer than their earlier kisses had been, less hungry, but no less heated. "You better," they said against his lips. They gathered the rest of their things and hovered for a moment by the doorway, enjoying the sight of him curled up there watching him, bare and satisfied, the force and intensity of him barely contained in his small frame. "Night, Orym," they said.
He gave them a soft smile. "Sleep well, Ashton."
"Oh, I won't," they said breezily.
"No," he agreed. His fingers worried at the edge of the healing wounds still visible stretching down over his collarbone. He looked troubled. "I probably won't either." He seemed to hesitate, his brow drawing tight, and Ashton found that there was a part of them that wanted to drop their clothes into a pile on the floor, cross the room in two long steps, and gather him into their arms again, pressing a kiss to his forehead and curling up together there on the bed, lulling them both to sleep with the reassurance of each other's touch.
Don’t be gentle with me.
Instead, they turned for the door. "See you tomorrow," they said, not looking back at him.
"Tomorrow," he agreed behind them, and this time in his voice, Ashton heard only promise.
Re: Fill: Odds Against - Ashton/Orym, E, size kink [2/2]
Date: 2021-11-02 07:50 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Odds Against - Ashton/Orym, E, size kink [2/2]
Date: 2021-11-02 04:29 pm (UTC)Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (1/?)
Date: 2021-11-04 10:10 pm (UTC)If there were certain interests, certain curiosities, certain wants he simply didn’t get the opportunity to explore, that was just the way life went. He wasn’t the one destined to go off on grand adventures or to put his own interests first. He was support for great people. That kept him more than busy enough.
Times changed. Life changed. His husband died, and Orym accepted a job to leave his people and his home knowing something he didn’t tell anyone, not even the Voice of the Tempest: Orym wasn’t coming back. After he lost his husband, after he realized that he had spent the vast majority of his life simply acting as backup to other people with no regard to his own interests, Orym found himself craving a new start. He didn’t expect to be a hero, of course. Orym, small and dun-colored, wasn’t built for that. But he could at least find something.
But the wheel turned, and circled upon itself. These new friends needed someone to take care of them. They needed someone with at least half a level head on his shoulders helping make their decisions a little less disastrous. It would never be Fearne. She was an instigator, a creature of the Feywild without any comprehensible sense of morality. It couldn’t be Dorian. Though he had a good heart, he also had a nervous disposition and a desperate need to be liked. After he met the rest of their rag-tag group, it couldn’t be any of them either. Not Bertrand with his schemes and machinations, not Fresh Cut Grass with their chipper attitude and slight sense that they never understood what was going on around them, not Imogen with her secrets or Laudna with her … Laudna. And not Ashton, mostly because it seemed like he’d flat out refuse to be responsible for anyone but himself.
Still, there was only so much Orym could do when so many people they talked to refused to take him seriously. He knew the looks, the attitude. He knew when someone had taken one look at him, stood only as tall as Dorian’s hip, and slotted him straight into the box of something adorable, something sweet, something to be coddled but not heeded, something delicate, something infantile.
Orym prided himself on keeping his cool, but very little made his blood boil quite as much as that.
They had all been talking to a shopkeep, and every time Orym asked a question, she had answered Imogen or Bertrand. Every time he had pointed something out, she either ignored him or smiled at him like you would smile at a particularly bright child. He had tried not to get agitated, but it had almost boiled over until Laudna had said from the back of the group, “It’s not nice to ignore someone when they talk to you.” Her voice had echoed and seethed, and it startled him out of his own irritation. He looked back at her, and she only spared him a glance, but there was something mirrored in her. With her corpse-like appearance and her tendency to be a bit terrifying, he had to imagine he wasn’t the only one who got ignored, even if it was for different reasons.
It had mollified him a little. It wasn’t the same, but disrespect tended to boil down to something similar no matter the shape it took.
Afterward, they had moved on in to an inn to discuss their investigation, and Orym let the words ebb and flow around him. He was dressed in armor, had a sword on his back. He didn’t know how better to convey that he was an adult, a capable warrior, and should not be judged by his stature.
He felt an elbow nudge at him under the table and glanced over. Ashton wasn’t looking at him, glassy green face straight toward the rest of the group so that Orym could catch a glimpse from below of the hole in Ashton’s head and a swirl of opalescent color.
“You good?” Ashton asked below their breath.
“Fine,” Orym said, because that was the only acceptable answer.
Ashton snorted, but didn’t ask anything more. No prying, no coddling. Orym’s posture eased, and he realized he’d been trying to hold himself a little taller. An immediate wave of self-disgust swept over him. There was absolutely no reason why he should be taking anything that woman said or did seriously, and definitely not seriously enough to change how he saw himself.
He focused himself back on the conversation, and the night went more smoothly. He had almost forgotten the incident until a knock came at his door late in the evening.
Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (2/?)
Date: 2021-11-04 10:11 pm (UTC)“Mind if I come in?” they asked, and walked in without waiting for an invitation.
“Sure,” Orym muttered.
Ashton sat down on Orym’s bed, also without invitation. “So I get that you’re fine, and I respect that,” he said. “But you know you can talk about it, right? Shit that bothers you can fester, and that can damage a team long-term. So if some asshole’s being an asshole, talk to us.”
“Why would I need to do that?” Orym asked, the stress of the day finally catching up to him. If Ashton was treating him like he was delicate as well …
“Oh, I don’t know, because there are plenty of us who would get it? Laudna’s a horror-show, Letters is a robot, and it’s not like I don’t get it. What do you think people think when they look at me?”
“That you’re intimidating?”
“Sure, and also that I’m stupid. I can’t tell you how many employers I’ve had who spent way too long marveling at the fact that I like to read. I fucking get it. Most of us do, and those who don’t are probably at least aware enough to listen. So don’t let your shit fester.”
Orym marched up to the genasi perched on his bed, all green shining skin, purple crystal hair, and mismatched eyes. He didn’t even know where this anger was coming from, except that his immediate response that they weren’t in the same position at all, and yet they were, and that was both confusing and annoying and gratifying, and it had been far too long a day for that sort of soup of emotion to sit right.
Had he let things fester? Was this what an explosion felt like?
“I am not delicate,” Orym said. “I may be small, but I am a warrior, and I’m probably older than you are, so don’t condescend to me. I am not a child to be taught lessons, no matter what people think when they look at me.” Orym hopped up on top of the bed, feet planted on either side of Ashton’s legs. With that, he stood a bit taller than Ashton.
“You feeling better, getting that shit out of your system?” Ashton asked, maddeningly calm. “That lady did a number on your head.”
“What did I just say?”
“A lot of true shit, probably. I don’t think you’re delicate, Orym. No one who sees you fight would think that. And you’re sure as shit not a child.” A grin broke over Ashton’s face, bright and cocky. “And for the record? You can kick my ass any time you like. Sounds like a good time. Been a while since I had a sparring partner who could take me apart.”
“Take you apart?” Orym asked, suddenly realize how he was looming over Ashton, who looked up at him with thier head thrown back, long line of thier glassy green neck on display.
Ashton’s smile only grew. “You’re welcome to take that in any direction you like.”
Well, shit. Orym suddenly realized exactly how close they were. Had he considered Ashton before that moment? He had, but in the same distant way he looked at most handsome people. He’d taught himself to be circumspect after his husband died, but sometimes the loneliness was a lot. Sometimes he wanted to forget.
Ashton was handsome, the green skin was fascinating, with a gem-like sheen and near-translucence that made Orym curious. And he was big. Not huge, the way some people were, but tall and well-built, almost twice Orym’s size.
Orym had occasionally indulged since he’d lost his husband, but never with someone as large as Ashton. He felt a rush of blood to his cheeks and a shiver run down his spine.
The skin of Ashton’s cheek was softer than Orym had expected. Despite the appearance of polished stone, it had a warmth and a give to it. Not quite as yielding as his own skin, but still easily pliable. Orym leaned in, hesitating an inch away from Ashton’s mouth. When was the last time he kissed someone? Had he kissed anyone since his husband? It felt as though he must have, but he couldn’t remember. Most of his trysts after that hadn’t been the sort for much kissing.
Ashton deserved better than that. He didn’t know the genasi well, but he already knew that Ashton downplayed himself as much as possible. The tough punk look and attitude was as much armor as Orym’s composure.
“You gonna kiss me, or are you gonna—”
Orym cut Ashton off before they could say anything more. Their lips were soft, mouth almost too hot. Orym’s head swam and he grabbed Ashton by the jacket, pressing close and exploring the heat of Ashton’s mouth. Thier tongue was wide, tangling with Orym’s in something like sparring, size and weight on Ashton’s side, but dexterity on Orym’s.
Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (3/?)
Date: 2021-11-04 10:11 pm (UTC)Orym’s head swam. He’d been with an elf shortly before leaving the Air Ashari, a man considered small and slender by most standards, although he was solidly larger than Orym. Ashton’s solid bulk, the weight rubbing against Orym’s ass were both so much more. Maybe too much.
No, not too much. A challenge. Mastery over his own body was one of the few things Orym new he was very good at. He had honed it into a weapon, and when it needed to be something else … he could do this. He was desperate to do this.
He broke off, breath ragged, voice gone gravelly. “You’re going to fuck me,” he said. When he realized that sounded very presumptuous, he added, “If you want to.”
“Fuck yes I do, but …”
Ashton’s one good eye darted downward, taking in the look of Orym perched atop him, legs splayed on either side of their thick thighs. Orym frowned. “What did I say?” he growled.
“Not delicate, got it.” Ashton considered a moment and then said, “You know what? I’m going to stop asking questions. You’re in charge. Boss me around; tell me what you want. I’m into it.”
“Take off your clothes,” Orym whispered, shivering.
“Sir, yes, sir.”
Orym fumbled with the fastenings of his own armor and the hem of his shirt, dragging them off as quickly as possible so he didn’t have to take his eyes off Ashton. He stripped the jacket off, baring an expanse of green skin that looked like it had been shattered like a mirror on the left side, patched back together with a spiderweb of gold. Orym pulled his shirt off over his head as Aston wriggled out of his pants and boots. Orym had to stand to get his own pants off, kicking himself free, glad he didn’t tend to wear shoes.
“Your tattoos are fucking hot,” Ashton whispered, cocky grin faded as his eye tracked up and down Orym. “You’re fucking hot.”
“Lay back,” Orym said, half-question, half-command.
Ashton did as he was asked. He was toned, not as bulky as he looked with the leather on. His cock was thick and long and lay heavy against his stomach, smearing pearly precum across his skin.
“Oh,” Orym managed, “oh, you’re gorgeous.”
Before Ashton could do much beyond widen their eyes, Orym dropped down to wrap his hands around Ashton’ cock. It was thick enough he couldn’t quite get his fingers all the way around its girth. Orym’s head swam as he realized it was probably as thick as his own wrist.
This was doable. This was a challenge, and a challenge was met one step at a time. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Ashton’s cock. It was heavy and smooth against his tongue, almost the texture of a toy instead of skin, but hot and musky and tasting of salt. Just the head filled his mouth and stretched his jaw. Orym pressed forward, trying to relax as he took Aston in deeper, the head bumping against the back of his throat. He swallowed on instinct, and Ashton started swearing in a half-dozen languages, the words barely intelligible over the buzzing in Orym’s head.
He reached out, unerring, grabbing Ashton’s hand and dragging it to the back of his head. Ashton tightened their fingers, spanning most of the back of Orym’s head, digging into his hair and brushing against his ears.
“Tap my leg if you want me to let go,” Ashton said.
Orym hummed in response, and Ashton’s grip tightened, first a bit and then harder, riding the line between pain and the hot sizzle of pleasure against Orym’s scalp. Ashton’s guidance was also hesitant at first, and then more assertive, guiding Orym’s head up and down as Orym swallowed again and again, managing to take just a little more of Ashton’s cock each time. He only managed half of it when he had to tap out, Ashton’s hand leaving his head immediately. Orym held himself still, almost choking, shivering from head to toe, feeling too full and too empty all at once. He held himself still until white sparks lit the backs of his eyelids and he was desperate for a breath.
He drew off with a gasp, coughing as his throat protested the rough treatment even as his cock dripped between his thighs. He looked up to see Ashton staring at him, grin wiped away in their shock. Ashton reached out to run a gentle finger across Orym’s cheek and his lower lip, which Orym could only imagine was puffy and red from use.
Orym’s voice was wrecked when he asked, “Do you still want this?”
“Yeah, of course. If you do.”
“So, so much.”
Ashton’s chuckle was a weak imitation of its former self. “I can tell. Gods, Orym, look at you. You’re fucking ruined.”
“Not yet, I’m not.”
Orym climbed to his feet and was grateful for well-trained muscles that could keep pushing on even when they felt like jam on a hot day. He got to his pack successfully and pulled out the bottle of oil he used for his leather armor.
He got back to the bed without incident, and found that Ashton hadn’t moved, staying where Orym had left him, sprawled out and breathing deep. When he noticed Orym watching him he said, “Had to calm down a little, or this’ll be over too soon.”
Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (4/?)
Date: 2021-11-04 10:12 pm (UTC)“Do you …” Orym asked, “would you …?”
“I told you you could tell me what you want. What do you want, Orym?”
“I want your fingers, and then I want your cock. I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name and Fearne laughs at the way I walk for days.”
“Gods,” Ashton breathed, “get up here.”
Orym pulled his fingers free of himself, and pressed the bottle into Ashton’s hand. Ashton coated his own fingers and helped pull Orym up to straddle Ashton’s stomach, just under the span of his ribs. Ashton held Orym’s hip with one and and reached between his legs with the other.
Their finger was as big as both of Orym’s, and it circled Orym’s hole gently. Orym whimpered, trying to press back into it. Ashton’s fingertip pushed in, thick and loger than Orym’s, pressing deep. Orym threw his head back, hands coming down on Ashton’s chest to hold on, digging his fingers into muscle, one fingernail catching on one pebbled green nipple.
Ashton groaned. Their finger jerked inside him, and Orym felt their tumb press against his perineum. He pushed back hard, suddenly needing more. “Another,” he gasped, breathing out and relaxing his muscles.
Even with that work, and with enough oil to make him drip, the second finger burned. Orym squeezed his eyes closed, the stretch intense. His breath was coming out in soft whines on each exhale. He felt Ashton hesitate, fingers still inside him but not moving, and he shook his head. It was a challenge. It was doable. He breathed out again, relaxed, and pushed back to slide the fingers in deep.
They pressed hard against his prostate, and Orym cried out, lifting himself up and driving back. Gods, it was so good. He always forgot how much he loved this until he had it again.
“Another.” His voice was so hoarse.
Ashton didn’t ask if he was certain. He just slicked up his ring finger and pressed it against Orym’s rim. For a moment, it felt like it simply wouldn’t fit, but Orym breathed, he centered himself, and it slipped inside.
It was so much, too much and not enough. Orym was shaking, the whines returning. His hole burned and clutched just around the three fingers. It took him three attempts before he could ease back, taking the fingers into himself. He was halfway between pain and ecstatic pleasure and he still hadn’t taken Ashton’s cock.
“Oh,” he breathed, “oh. I need you in me.”
“You can barely take three fingers.”
“Sort of the point.”
“Gods, you’re something else.”
“You have no idea.”
Orym pulled off Ashton fingers, his hands shaking as he poured oil over both of them so he could coat Ashton’s cock with more than enough oil. The sheets were going to be ruined, he thought, and hoped they had enough money to pay for it.
He crawled back, having to rise up off his knees to position himself over Ashton’s cock. Ashton held him up, steadying him by the hips, fingers eased around Orym’s ass to hold his cheeks open.
“Don’t stop me,” Orym said. “I’ll know if I can’t handle it. I’ll stop myself if I have to.”
“You’d better. I only want to hurt you if you like it.”
Orym smiled, or bared his teeth, or both. Whatever the expression was, Ashton returned it, fierce and joyful.
Orym pressed back. The cock-head was thicker than three fingers, catching at his rim and stopping. For a moment, it simply wouldn’t go past, but Orym had managed this before. He had this. He breathed, relaxed, and pressed, but it still wouldn’t fit. He tried again, and then frowning and drawing on all his training, tried one more time.
It pressed inside and Orym cried out, the pain an intense burn, like fire. His hole fluttered wildly, the rim stretched to its limit. He clenched his teeth, leaning into the burn. He pressed back, then up, then back again, each push taking one more inch. Each inch stretched a new part of him farther than it had ever been stretched. The burn spread, heating him up. Then he pushed one more time and that fat cock shoved hard against his prostate. The noise he made was a broken thing, almost a scream.
Just like that, the burn and the pain transformed. They were still there, but their edge twisted into the sharpest pleasure he’d ever felt. He stopped being careful and shoved himself back as hard as he could, and Ashton’s cock sunk in and in and in. They had barely been halfway inside Orym when they hit his prostate, Orym realized with stunned amazement.
Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (5/?)
Date: 2021-11-04 10:13 pm (UTC)He looked down, blinking hard as he realized there were tears on his cheeks. He was trembling. He might be imagining it, but it almost looked like there was a bulge in the flesh of his belly, rising over his hard and leaking cock.
“Oh gods,” he whined, “it’s so much.”
Ashton, as he’d promised, didn’t ask questions, but as he lay there Orym realized that Ashton was trembling too. His head was pressed back against the pillow hard enough that some of the points of his crystalline hair had torn into it, and he was wearing a ragged halo of straw.
Orym managed a chuckle, giddy at the intensity of the moment. “I think you’re going to have to fuck me now.”
Ashton’s grip tightened on Orym, then lifted him up and slid him back down. Orym threw his head back, tears running down his cheeks as the huge cock dragged past his prostate. “Yes,” he said, “gods, yes, fuck me.”
Ashton growled, their hands tightened, and then thier hips snapped up. The edge of pain was back, but it was so good. Orym reached his hands out to scratch at nipples he could barely reach, even as his ass was filled to the limit again and again.
“I’m not going to last.” Ashton’s voice was strained.
Orym shook his head. “You’re going to last until I tell you.”
“Oh fuck, okay. Okay, yes, sir.”
Ashton fucked into Orym again and again and again until Orym couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t filled. Ashton’s groans sounded constantly on the edge of shattering, but he was holding it together.
“You’re doing so well.” Orym opened his eyes to look at Ashton, blinking away the tears. “You’re so good for me.”
Ashton’s eyes went wide, and his groans went soft and desperate. It was both surprising and not. Of course Ashton secretly got off on praise.
Orym let his mouth start running, only half realizing what he was saying. “Look at you, taking it so well, behaving yourself so well. You’re so good, gorgeous.”
Ashton turned his head away, breath coming sharp and ragged. His hips jolted up hard and Orym’s voice broke over the shout it forced out of him.
He managed to keep going. “You’re so big, so much. I’m going to be ruined after this. I’m going to want you all the time.”
“Orym, fuck, I can’t—”
“You can. You’re almost there.” Orym started helping again, driving himself back as Ashton dragged him, the cock deep as it could go. “So close. God, I’m almost there.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ashton whispered, starting to lose thier rhythm.
The tingling started in Orym’s ass, spreading to his cock and all the way up to his head. He was on the edge, all the sensations, even the pain collapsing toward a singularity of white-hot pleasure. “Now. Come inside me now.”
Ashton fucked up into him hard, almost brutal. Orym might well have screamed, but he couldn’t hear it as he lost himself in ecstasy. He was coming without even having touched himself, strings of it all over green skin. Ashton’s cry was hoarse and desperate, and for a moment Orym marveled as their cock grew just a little thicker, then he felt liquid heat fill him, the pressure driving him into aftershocks.
They both collapsed, Orym’s limbs giving out on him as he sprawled out over Ashton’s chest. He felt Ashton’s cock slip free and felt the dribble of come follow. He was such a mess. They both were.
Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (6/6)
Date: 2021-11-04 10:13 pm (UTC)When they finally drew apart, Ashton’s head fell back and they looked up at the ceiling. “Wow. I didn’t expect that.”
“Which part?”
“Pretty much any of it. Not that I wasn’t into it, because holy shit, Orym, that might have been the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Orym laughed softly. He couldn’t quite say the same. Physically, he was certain it had been, but there were complications beyond the physical. He missed his husband even as he snuggled closer to Ashton and relished the feel of their broad hand running across his back. That sort of ache and longing would never go away, he knew. But it had softened. He’d been guilty when he’d slept with the elf. There was no guilt in this bed.
He listened to Ashton’s heartbeat. However different he was with his skin and hair and repaired cracks, his heartbeat sounded the same as anyone else’s.
“What do you like to read?” Orym asked.
“What?” Ashton sounded incredulous.
“You said you liked to read. What do you like to read?”
“Mysteries, adventure, just about anything fictional. I’m not picky.”
“We should go shopping, find a bookshop.”
“Now?”
Orym’s laughter was weak. His eyes were getting heavy. “Maybe not now. We should probably clean up.”
“Yeah.”
“Definitely doing that right away.”
“Definitely.”
Orym didn’t move. After a moment, Ashton dragged the blanket over Orym’s back, and Orym tucked his head into the crook of Ashton’s neck. “I like this,” he whispered, which was somehow the hardest confession of the night.
“Me too,” Ashton said, equally hushed.
Orym didn’t know what that meant. They barely knew one another. He didn’t know who Ashton had been before they had met, any more than Ashton knew who he had been. Had Ashton loved and lost? Were there faces and voices that came at him in the middle of the night?
He pressed close, inhaling the interesting, earthy smell of Ashton’s sweat. Even the realization that Ashton could sweat filled him with a quiet wonder.
“Stay here tonight,” he whispered.
“Can’t exactly move.”
“Do you want to?”
“Nah. I’m sort of stuck to the pillow anyway.”
Orym lifted his head, smiling, feeling soft around the edges. He drew a breath to speak—
And then the door burst open and Dorian and Imogen tumbled in, Dorian’s blade drawn and Imogen’s eyes whited out with power. Fresh Cut Grass wheeled in after them, and Fearned strolled in last, with Laudna poking her head around the corner. Bertrand was the only one Orym didn’t see.
They all stared at one another for a long moment before Imogen blinked and her eyes were violet again. Her blush was impressive as she turned and walked out without a word, Laudna cackling and following.
“Well, this does not seem to be the deadly and injurious situation I was warned about,” Fresh Cut Grass said. “I’ll let you two be. Have fun! Don’t die! Enjoy whatever sex you want to have within physical reason! Find me if you need healing!” They turned around and wheeled back out, trailing a cheerful litany of advice.
Dorian was still rooted to the spot. “We thought you were dying,” he said.
“We did not think you were dying,” Fearne said. “I just wanted to see this, though I’m a little disappointed we only arrived after.”
“You’re a fucking perv, Fearne,” Ashton said.
“Yes, I am,” she said with her usual opaque cheer. “And now that I’ve seen it, I’m going to go get drunk.”
She trotted out, leaving Dorian still staring at them.
“I … I didn’t … Orym?” he asked.
“Please close the door on your way out,” Orym said, not unkindly. Fearne might be a menace, but Dorian’s heart was in the right place.
“Right, I will do that. I will just … you two have … you know what? I’ll go pay for that pillow.”
He turned and hurried out, even as Ashton shouted after him, “And the sheets!”
Orym started to laugh, pressing his face deep into the skin of Ashton’s neck. “I’m never going to hear the end of that.”
“Neither are they,” Ashton said, grinning.
“Oh, gods, we’re going to be rude neighbors.”
“The fucking rudest.”
Orym settled in and closed his eyes. They had just agreed, apparently, that this would happen again. That this wasn’t some one-off experience. He wasn’t certain he could call this a relationship, but it might be the foundation of one. There was a little ache to that thought, but it was good. It was a step forward.
Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (6/6)
Date: 2021-11-05 01:26 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (6/6)
Date: 2021-11-19 05:48 pm (UTC)Fill: Made to Fit - Orym/Ashton, E, size kink, light dom/sub, light praise kink (1/6)
Date: 2021-11-04 11:17 pm (UTC)