#smutember 2022

[nautiscarader]

for "Few Clothes": "It is HOT in the Candy Kingdom. So hot, that everyone's driven inside, the famous couples sharing a room. Marceline hides from the sun sucking red popsicles. Bonnie's trying to get some work done without melting, wearing her gym clothes. Finn's ditched his hat and shirt lying on the couch. Huntress Wizard is meditating... sans clothes."

(Ao3)

Summer in Ooo arrived fast this year, and while usually this would only mean spending more time outside, the heatwaves arrived with it, melting some street lamps and caramelising some of Candy Kingdom's inhabitants.

Fortunately, Finn knew the recipe for that: the dungeons! It was always colder down there, and with his advice, the royal couple anbd their friends moved underground yo share one of many of Bonnie's labs.

But even with Ice blocks from the Ice Kingdom, the air was dense and warm, perhaps because of cake crust Candy Kingdom was built on. The four adventurers had to endure it, though, finding various activities to occupy themselves.

Marcelline was of course most eager to hide from the sun, sucking on popsicles that have been left unattended, which probably wasn't a crime.

Bonnie herself looked through her library, sporting only her gym clothes, though at some point she ditched even those in favour of a simple lab coat, and only that.

Finn shared Marcy's idea of doing nothing, undressing to his boxers and sharing a couch with her (or rather sharing space on the couch underneath her levitating).

And finally, there was Huntress, who occupied the place underneath grate, letting the only rays of sunshine fuel her leaves and the rest of her body, as she decided to forgo clothes completely.

It was only a matter of time for the boredom to reach critical levels, and the first to break was, predictably, Marcelline. As she rolled over in the air, her eyes focused on the bulge in Finn's boxers, and with his mind occupied by a comic book, she decided to play a prank on him.

Silently, she lowered herself until her mouth was facing his thighs, and in one quick swipe she disrobed the hero of his only remaining piece of attire.

"Yowza!", he shrieked when her serpentine tongue curled around his junk. Marcelline looked upside down at his startled face, trying to explain herself.

"Thorry, Finn. Got thired of thucking on candy, i need thomething thalty…"

And with that, she properly dived onto him, closing her lips around his length that was so rudely awoken back to life. She was overwhelmed by his musky, masucline smell, so different from her other lovers, but the prospect of tasting him was too strong to let this opportunity pass.

But Marcy was in a surprise of her own when she felt a strong grip on her thighs that brought her down even further, and heard Finn's voice between her thighs.

"Sorry, Marcy, you're not the only one in need of refreshment."

Before she could react, Marcelline let out a moan as Finn took the first lick of her pussy, sampling her juices that she has evidently produced looking at his almost-naked form and coming up with this plan.

And with Finn's metal arm over her ass, a pleasant cold was brought onto the vampire queen as she continued sucking on Finn's cock, engaging in her favourite form of sixty-nine'ing.

She even wanted PB to join her, but as she scouted around the room, she couldn't find her - just her lab coat. But when a new moan reached her ears, she realised that Huntress' meditation was somewhat interrupted by Bonniebel.

The scientist was on her knees, eagerly exploring Huntress' sex as she levitated in the air as well, trying to see how much pleasure would break her meditation magic.

And it seemed her research was producing some satisfying results, as the stoic Wizard was losing her composure, digging her fingers into PB's candy hair, as she licked more and more of her nectar, producing melodious moans.

On the other spectrum were Finn and Marcy, their moans uncoordinated and rough as she bobbed her head faster and faster, and Finn incorporating his metal fingers to caress her lips and ass with chilling touches.

In the end, they broke first, Finn bucking his hips, sending a fountain of cum straight into Marcy's mouth and then into the air as she let go of him to cry his name, and then curse him slightly when his seed landed on her hair.

Marcelline, however, did not collapse onto him as Huntress did when her voice broke and coated PB's facre with her explosive orgasm, moaning and praising her skills now she could ditch her efforts at becoming calm and

With that, the two couples quickly switched partners, Bonnie dragging Marcy into a kiss eager to clean her face of Finn's sticky cum, and him rushing to dive into Huntress's wet pussy.

It wasn't long before Bonnie moved from her face to Marcy's breasts, eager to caress those parts Finn never explored, but the vampire queen wanted something more substantial, and the princess; legs were quickly spread as Marcelline slid her pussy against Bonnie's, mixing their juices together in a slow scissoring.

Meanwhile, Finn's lips were drinking moans from Huntress' throat as he dived inside her, eager to use all of her nectar Bonnie has generated as lube. With his grip on her thighs, Huntress was quickly put into a mating press, Finn hammering his cock relentlessly, listening to her needy begs t o have her spring filled with his fluids.

The two horny couple produced more sweat mashing their bodies together, until they all came in a single moment, with Marcy dragging Bonnie into the air as her climax made her weightless, and Finn pushing Huntress all the way to the ground to ensure his seed replenishes nectar she has lost.

For a long time, the four lovers stayed in each other's arms, revelling in the heat, coming not from the weather, but the union of their still joined bodies. And when PB said they should probably hit the showers, it happened.

The two enormous ice cubes lost their integrity and turned into water, changing the lab into a small swimming pool. And the fact that the sun has long set and it was the heat coming from their love-making did that only pushed the two to see if they now can make the water boil…

[glasvera]

Partner Swap (Day 2)

Isabela x Zevran & Fenris x Fem!Hawke

Description: Smutember Day 2!!! (Just pretend it's 2 days ago it's fine) Before Zevran leaves after killing the pursuant Antivan Crows, he offers a proposition to the Champion of Kirkwall. Fenris outright refuses, but Isabela is more than ready. Hawke can’t deny her attraction to the former assassin, and she’s seen Fenris’s gaze linger on their pirate companion more than once, so she offers a proposition.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!) vaginal sex, fingering, oral (F and M receiving)

A/N: this is the first time I've written for Dragon Age in like... 7? 8 years? It was nice to go back to some of my fanfiction roots. But as with all of these prompts, it's mostly unedited. Just pure word spewing.

Word Count: 3876

“That depends. How much do you want to test that luck of yours?” Fenris’s gaze was that of cold steel as he stared down the Antivan elf in front of them, the sand crunching under his boots as he stepped forward possessively. Hawke huffed quietly to herself in mild frustration as her lover shot down the proposition before she’d gotten a say herself, shooting him a glance out of the corner of her eye.

Hawke was by no means unfaithful. She just grew up with a starkly different idea of what sex meant in the terms of a relationship, and she was more than a little excited to find a kindred soul in Zevran. The adrenaline of the recent fight was still pumping through her veins, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t fantasized about a few different scenarios upon being asked such a question.

“Well if you lot aren’t going to fuck him, then I suppose I will,” Isabella offered bluntly as she walked up from behind the two of them. 

“Ah, Isabela! It would be my pleasure,” Zevran replied with a curt bow of his head.

The pirate rolled her eyes at his gesture. “There better be some pleasure in it for me as well, or I won’t be sticking around for long,” she chided as they began to walk away. “I’ll catch up with you all later!” she called back with a wave of her hand.

Hawke crossed her arms with a grimace, disappointed in the outcome but not wanting to show it too much on her face.

“That girl has curious standards,” Varric observed, breaking the awkward silence in the group.

Hawke shrugged her shoulders. “I can kind of see it.”

Fenris stepped in front of her, looking at her as though she’d grown a second head. “You can’t be serious?” he snapped.

“What can I say?” she retorted, gesturing to him, “I have a type.”

He snarled at that. “Don’t even think about comparing me to him. We are nothing alike.”

Hawke cocked her head to the side, holding up a fist as she started counting on her fingers. “Tall, lithe, handsome, mysterious, sharp features, puppy eyes-”

“There are no puppy eyes,” he interrupted with a bark.

Varric chuckled as he watched their spat. “She’s got you pegged there, Broody.”

Fenris’s head snapped towards him, staring daggers at the dwarf as the lyrium flared in his markings with their telltale blue glow.

Varric raised his hands defensively, slowly backing away. “Alright, alright. I’ll be over here. Let you guys work this out,” he stated, heading over to one of the newly vacant tents left by the Crows.

“Fenris, what is your problem? It’s just sex,” Hawke complained. “Two attractive people appreciating each other’s attractiveness.”

His icy stare was redirected at her as his hands balled into fists. “Just sex? So did we just have sex then?” There was a hint of betrayal in his voice that made Hawke’s heart clench.

“Of course not!” she reassured, taking his hands in hers. “You’ve always been more than that to me. You know that.”

“And what if this Crow becomes more than just sex?” he asked, his tone laced with worry as his gaze softened. Ah. There were the puppy eyes.

Hawke sighed, shoulders dropping slightly. “Do you want more than sex when you look at Isabela?” She couldn’t help but snort when his eyes flashed open in defiant surprise. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring. It doesn’t bother me, you know,” she spoke softly as she brought a hand up to brush his cheek softly. 

Shamed, he avoided her gaze and turned his head to the side. “Hawke, I…”

“Hey,” she stopped him as she rested her hands on his shoulders. “How about we forget all this, and…” she gave him a little wink as she nodded her head in the direction of their departed companions, “go take care of some of our more… unique desires?” She bit her lip as she stared at him, waiting for him to meet her gaze again and consider her proposal.

He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in thought for a moment as Hawke waited with baited breath. Blinking slowly, he finally looked back up at her.

“Just sex?” he asked, face twisting slightly as the unfamiliar concept left his lips.

Hawke nodded. “Just sex.”

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Fenris had his hand firmly clasped around Hawke’s as they strolled between the rocky outcrops towards Zevran and Isabela’s tent. It looked rather spacious, likely something akin to a commander’s tent or whatever the Antivan Crow equivalent might be. Before they had even rounded the corner towards it, his face began to heat up as he heard Isabela practically screaming Zevran’s name like a prayer.

He moved to turn around and go back whence they came. “Perhaps this was a bad ide-”

Hawke gripped his hand tighter and pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his. Instinctively, his other hand clawed at her waist and held her fast against him. The familiarness of her taste, her plush lips against his own, coupled with the sounds of the nearby lovemaking began to set a fire ablaze in his loins. He growled into her mouth and released her hand to grab the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her hair and pulling slightly. Hawke gasped against his lips as she smirked at his roughness.

“I think this was a great idea,” she teased, bringing a hand to cup his already hardening cock through his skin tight pants.

Fenris retaliated by biting her bottom lip, tugging it slightly as he angled his head to better devour her. They were so absorbed in themselves and feeling each other that they had yet to notice the moans subsiding and the flap of the tent opening next to them.

“Oh? Looks like we’re not the only ones having fun after all,” Isabela chortled as she watched the two of them.

“I’ve always been told I have a way with my lovemaking, but never did I think I could have this effect on others,” Zevran chuckled, lounging brazenly with his half hard cock out on display and Isabela’s slick decorating his face.

Fenris and Hawke snapped back to reality and pulled away from each other quickly, startled by their new voyeurs.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Zevran teased as he began to stroke himself. She stammered and struggled to say something in return, but Hawke’s eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the motions of his hand. Zevran took notice and raised a brow at the realization. “Unless you see something you like after all…?”

Meanwhile, Fenris was fighting for dear life to look Isabela in the eyes and not at her ample bosom. She chuckled and swayed her breasts back and forth, biting her lip as she gazed up at him through her long lashes as his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp. ��I think they both do, Zev.”

Hawke cleared her throat, suddenly feeling incredibly parched. “I, that is, we would like to erm… join you both?” she offered shyly. She felt herself getting weak in the knees at the sight of the assassin naked as the day he was born. “But we would like to, well,” she swallowed, gathering her thoughts, “we’d like to switch if that’s alright?”

“My dear Champion, I’m afraid I do not catch your meaning,” Zevran replied with a sly smirk as he ran the pad of his thumb across the tip of his dick.

“I would have Isabela, if you would have Hawke,” Fenris finally spoke up, now openly staring at the pirate’s chest.

“Oh! Now you are speaking my language!” Zevran chimed before gesturing at the two of them, “but you are both far too dressed for the occasion!” He stood up and strolled up to Hawke, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do not fret, my angel. I am rather skilled in the disrobing of others,” he whispered with a wink. 

Hawke felt frozen in place as her eyes traced the contours of his face. Zevran chuckled as he began to unclasp the buckles and unravel the straps of her outer armor.

“So tense! This should be a time for relaxation.” He placed a kiss upon her soft lips, earning a soft whine as he copped a feel of her chest through her clothes while discarding her breastplate. He was seemingly an expert at both removing clothes as well as turning every delicate touch into a sensuous caress that sent heat straight to her core. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he continued lower, sucking on a spot behind her ear as she keened.

Fenris’s ears twitched at hearing the pleasured sounds of his lover, somehow only turned on further by them as he began to approach Isabela. She stood up in front of him, placing a hand on his chest as she ran it lazily across his body while she walked around him. Pressing herself against his back, she danced her fingers across the planes of his chest and stomach, slowly trailing them lower. Fenris groaned at the feeling of Isabela’s breasts through the thin leather of his armor. He hissed as her fingers traced the outline of his cock while her other hand began to remove his armor as well.

“Oh my, I knew you would be a big one,” Isabela giggled as her breath tickled his ear. She pulled away from him to finish removing his upper armor, whistling as the taut muscles of his chest and back were revealed to her. “Hawke! It should be a crime to keep all of this to yourself,” she chastised jokingly as she immediately began to run her hands along his body again. She followed the lines of his tattoos with her finger, and they thrummed with a gentle glow at the attention.

Breaking out of his initial fog, Fenris began to reciprocate her touch. His eyes followed his hands as he felt the smooth skin under his fingers. He pulled her in by the waist, earning a soft squeak of surprise as his lips met hers. She tasted like spiced wine and smoke, and she was definitely more experienced at kissing than Hawke was. One of his hands reached up and palmed her breast, grunting into the kiss as he felt himself strain against his trousers.

Zevran had already led Hawke back into the tent, lying her down against the bedroll as he began to roll her pants down her legs with tantalizing slowness. She braced herself up on her elbows as she watched him, entranced by the way his every movement was stoking the flames of her arousal. She knew she would be dripping even before he removed her smalls but gasped all the same as the cool breeze of the open tent blew against her sopping core.

“My,” he admired as he stared at her openly as her chest heaved, “I have had many a conquest in my time, but you are sure to be one I will think back on often.”

Hawke blushed as he hovered over her, cock hanging low just above her entrance. He stopped for a moment, pondering something as Hawke lie back in wait. His eyes darted about the spacious tent before stopping on what appeared to be a large mirror in the far corner.

“Ah, yes. That will do.”

Isabela broke away from the kiss to watch her Antivan friend as he positioned the mirror in front of himself and Hawke. “Your vanity never ceases to amaze, Zevran,” she chastised as she fell to her knees in front of Fenris.

“This is just as much for me as it is for our lovely Champion!” he retorted. “It is only fair she gets to see both my beauty as well as hers during our coupling.”

Hawke blushed as he returned to her, offering her a hand for her to sit up. She complied and he pulled her into a kiss, his hands grabbing her ass as he squeezed the ample flesh in his fingers. He opened his eyes for a moment to watch in the mirror the way his nimble fingers groped her backside.

Fenris’s eyes widened as he watched the pirate drop in front of him, watching as she began to pull his pants and smalls down in one go. His cock bent uncomfortably for a moment before bobbing free and at attention in front of her face. She hummed contently before taking him in hand, stroking him languidly as his head fell back for a moment. When her mouth enveloped the tip of him, he let out a low, throaty moan.

“My, your lover truly makes the prettiest noises,” Zevran observed as he motioned for Hawke to turn around towards the mirror.

“Wait until you hear the way he growls,” Hawke replied as she reminisced about their previous sessions. “I swear I could cum from just his voice alone,” she chuckled.

“Now that I would pay to see, my dear,” he laughed as he massaged his palms into her shoulders and back. He reached his hands around to cup her breasts, relishing in the way her breath hitched when he tugged on her nipples. His cock nestled against the curve of her ass as he began to grind into her, trailing one hand down as he teased a finger at her wetness. She whimpered in his hold, bringing a hand up around his neck as the other held fast to his wrist as he toyed with her folds. He circled two of his fingers around his clit, making her buck into his hand as he peppered kisses along her shoulder and neck.

Fenris braced a hand against Isabela’s head as she took him fully into her mouth, sucking on him with wet, sloppy sounds as she leaned her hands on his thighs. He thrust into her lightly, not wanting to gag her, but found it harder and harder to control himself as she did her best to swirl her tongue around his shaft and licked at the tip with every thrust out. His fingers threaded themselves through her hair as her bandana slipped off, and he watched as she stared up at him, enraptured as she was by the way his face contorted in pleasure.

She pulled off him suddenly with a pop, laughing at his confused expression. “As much as I’d love to swallow every last drop,” she began, noting the way his eyes darkened at her words, “I’d much rather feel every last inch of you inside of me.” She stood up, taking his hand in hers as she led him back into the tent with Zevran and Hawke.

Zevran had already lined himself up with her entrance, sliding into her as he gently pushed her back forward and encouraged her to position herself on all fours. She keened at the feeling of him stretching inside her, her arousal amplified as she watched herself in the mirror and saw the way Zevran’s jaw dropped slightly.

Isabela twisted them around as they approached the adjacent bedroll, nearly throwing Fenris to the ground on his back as she straddled on top of him. She wasted no time as she positioned herself over him, sinking down onto his cock as she let out a moan at the feeling. Fenris was speechless, brow furrowing as he instinctively placed his hands on her hips. She bounced up and down on him, breathy moans spilling out of her mouth with every thrust.

“Hawke,” she gasped out between thrusts, “I say this with all the love in my heart, but-Oh! Fenris, fuck,” she interrupted herself as he began snapping his hips up into her from below, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back, “you are a greedy whore for keeping him all to yourself until now.”

Hawke giggled between her own whimpers as Zevran began to fuck her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, locking eyes with him as he grinned devilishly at her. He leaned forward, pushing her further down to the ground until her chest was flush with the blankets.

“Give me your arms, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she complied as she balanced her weight on her head and shoulders long enough to reach her arms back behind her. Zevran grabbed her wrists in his hands, pulling her towards him and using them as leverage as he began to fuck her harder. Every thrust was hitting her perfectly and she was almost certain she was seeing stars.

“Oh! Fuck! Zevran!” She couldn’t hold her voice back any longer as she began to scream his praises, her head thrown back as her hair fell in her face.

Zevran huffed with his exertions as he lost himself to the pleasure, watching in the mirror as her breasts bounced in time with the snapping of his hips.. “There are those sweet angelic noises I yearned for,” he chuckled as he picked up his pace, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fenris turned towards Hawke, watching the way her lips parted with each gasp and moan. She felt his gaze on her and glanced at him from the corners of her eyes with a love drunk smile that he couldn’t help but return. 

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me so quickly, Fenris,” Isabella chided as she braced her hands on his chest. Her breasts hung in front of his face as her ass bounced up and down with a renewed vigor.

“As if you’d ever let anyone forget about you,” he shot back as he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped as her pace stuttered, and he snaked his other hand between her legs to toy with her clit.

“Shit!” Isabela cursed, feeling herself getting close. Fenris felt the way her walls fluttered around him and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer either. While laving his tongue around her nipple, he adjusted the angle of his thrusts until he knew from her keening that he’d hit the right spot, hammering into it while pleasuring her clit until she was seeing stars. “Shit, fuck, shit! Fenris!” she nearly screamed his name as she came around him, her whole body shuddering as she nearly fell on top of him.

He pulled away from her chest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her flush to him as he pounded into her from below. Almost animalistic growls were drawn from his lips as he chased his own release, flipping them over halfway through so that she was beneath him as he continued. Isabela couldn’t help but be enamored by the way he bared his teeth in a snarl and screwed his eyes shut as he focused on the pleasure. His tattoos glowed brightly, flashing fiercely as his thrusts began to falter. He pulled out of her quickly, moving to take himself in hand until she swatted him away with her own and began stroking him fervently. His eyes flashed open as he watched her, huffing before finally cumming hard all over her stomach and tits. A rope of it landed on her lips and she licked it off, winking at him as she did so.

Zevran, never one to be shown up in acts of a sexual nature, yanked Hawke up by the arms so that she was on her knees with her arms and back flush against his chest. His thrusts never ceased and he used the new angle to capture her wrists in one hand while the other moved to rub her clit. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he kissed and sucked marks into her skin.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as she whined and whimpered under his ministrations. “I can feel you getting close.” He looked over to Fenris who was watching her, completely enraptured by the sight of her completely losing herself on Zevran’s cock. “Would you like to assist her, my newfound friend?”

Hawke found it difficult to speak as she was left powerless and subject to his manhandling, and her head was spinning from the pleasure. Sure enough, she could feel the knot building in her core as he kept hitting her just right, but it wasn’t quite enough. She peeked through one eye just in time to see Fenris approach and he took her head in both hands, kissing her passionately as Zevran continued pounding into her. She gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he entwined it with hers. Her moans were lost in his mouth, turned into little more than pathetic squeaks and whimpers as she neared her peak.

“Can’t let you two have all of the fun,” Isabela commented as she came up to them, maneuvering between Fenris and Hawke as she propped herself on one elbow. She shooed Zevran’s hand away before gripping Hawke’s thigh and placing her lips on the woman’s clit, earning a high pitched squeal as she bucked into Zevran behind her. The pirate chuckled as she began to suck at the bud and swirl her tongue around it, occasionally dipping her tongue low enough to lick at the shaft of Zevran’s cock as it pistoned in and out.

Zevran hissed at the added stimulation. “You are truly a minx, my dear Isabela.”

Isabela simply giggled as she continued, the vibrations sending shocks through Hawke’s body as she felt herself getting dangerously close. Fenris’s kisses grew greedier as he listened to her coming undone, bringing his hands up to cup and massage her breasts. He pulled away for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers as she bounced from the thrusts. 

“Are you going to cum for us, my love?”

She opened her eyes to look into his, gasping softly at the way he looked at her, his pupils blown out with lust. All of the sensations of Zevran’s cock pounding into her walls and Isabela’s practiced lips on her clit coupled with the familiarity of Fenris’s hands and eyes on her sent her over the edge, convulsing as she cried out in ecstasy. Zevran let out a low moan before pulling out, shooting his seed onto her back as he finished moments after.

Isabela moved away just in time as Hawke collapsed onto the bedroll beneath her, completely spent. Zevran chuckled, his breathing heavy as he used a nearby rag to clean the mess off of her and Isabela both. Fenris sat cross legged next to her as he ran his fingers soothingly through her hair, and Zevran lied down next to Isabela as they all recovered from their exertions.

“Yes, I think I will definitely be thinking about this little session of ours for a while,” he chortled.

[fromthe-haze]

Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga)

Relationship: Chiba Mamoru/Tsukino Usagi

Rating: E

Summary: When the loneliness and longing get to be too much, Usagi and Mamoru find a way to be together during his period of illness.

This was written for Week 2 of the Sailor Moon Smutember event using the prompt "Blackout/Quarantine/Lockdown". Many thanks to @floraone​ for hosting!

[reispinkoveralls]

First fic for @smutember 2022 🖤

Prompt: Library

Fandom: Sailor Moon

Pairing: UsaMamo

Rating: E

Summary: Mamoru promises to reward Usagi for completing her term paper. He just has to find her first.

[eddysocs]

Needed Release (Cersei Lannister x OC)

Summary: Cersei needs a distraction from the mounting problems Margaery Tyrell and her father have steeped upon her and Elora is all too willing to help.

Word Count: 1,008

Warnings: Cunnilingus, dubious consent, shameless smut with a hint of feelings

Cersei did not hide her displeasure well, nor did she care to. As she watched her precious baby boy Tommen be wed to that viper of a girl Margaery, her jaw was clenched and her eyes were cold. She knew what Tommen's union signified for her, and she did not relish the thought. Her father had sworn her to Loras Tyrell. Certainly it was all for image and power, but she was not the only one who thought the match ridiculous. Yet she currently saw no way out of it. Something she would have to contemplate when she could focus on it.

During the feast, Cersei was without appetite. She shoved her plate away from her, as even the smell of food sickened her. Her stomach flipped whenever she pondered her fate, and that of her son's as well. The way her father conducted their family in no way resembled how she would run it. He grabbed at any desperate straw to keep them in power, yet Cersei had more forethought, more strategy than the old man ever had.

Finally, she’d had enough. She drained her goblet of its wine and rose from her seat, careful not to draw undue attention to herself. She meant to sneak away, leave the festivities to those whose lives were not to be ruined in the aftermath of this union. Disappear from it all for but a blissful moment. And she knew just how she wanted to do it.

Elora stood behind Cersei, with a watchful eye to keep her goblet full, yet when Cersei rose, she did not expect to be dragged along with her. The pitcher of wine in Elora's hand was passed off to the nearest servant who was clever enough not to question such an abrupt departure of not only Elora, but the queen regent as well.

Cersei's guards began to follow suit, only doing their duty, but Cersei was quick to dismiss them back to whence they came. "I am more than able to take care of myself," she had snapped, and the men nodded once, following her orders and letting her travel with Elora alone down the halls of the Red Keep.

Finding a secluded place, a scarcely traversed hallway that would surely remain unoccupied for the rest of the so called celebration, Cersei stopped and Elora followed suit. "On your knees," Cersei commanded, her voice clear and unwavering. It was not a choice to be had, but rather an order. Not that Elora needed the choice. She’d always choose to serve her queen.

As Elora dropped to her knees, she was assured the stone floor would leave its bruises on her, coloring her knees purple, but she did not care. Her queen had issued her command and she was there to fulfill her desire. Cersei raised her skirts for Elora, granting her access to her cunt. Cersei had made it more than clear what she desired from Elora, and as always, Elora obliged her.

Her mouth found Cersei's sex, her tongue eager and hungry to taste her. While she had been warned that Cersei would only use her to her own ends, Elora did not heed such warnings. What did it matter to her if Cersei didn’t care for her? That wasn’t what any of this was about. Not in the slightest, she reenforced, though part of her didn’t believe it.

Cersei held herself upright with an open hand splayed against the cool stone wall as Elora licked and sucked, hitting her right where she was most sensitive. With her other hand, Cersei's let her fingers thread themselves through Elora's hair, and when Elora paused for just the briefest of seconds, Cersei balled Elora's thick blonde hair in her fist and pulled her back in, impatiently forcing her to finish what she’d started.

Elora felt herself become wet at Cersei's dominance and control over her, but knew she’d receive no reciprocation of the pleasure she bestowed upon her queen. Yet she continued, and brought Cersei her much needed and yearned for release, relishing the taste of her on her lips and tongue.

Cersei, now flushed and breathless, her worries temporarily forgotten, took a moment to regain a bit of her composure. When she had righted herself, skirt dropped and smoothed, she cast her gaze on eager, pleasing Elora, who still knelt at her feet, awaiting permission to rise. Cersei smirked at her obedience, her mindless devotion to Cersei's own pleasure, before finally ordering her to stand.

"You may rise," she granted, and Elora hurried to her feet. The glint in Elora's eye when she was once again face to face with Cersei was wicked indeed, and in the waning sunlight, her own wetness glistened on her serving girl's face. On impulse, Cersei lunged forward, seizing Elora by the neck as she crashed their lips together. She suddenly craved the taste of herself delivered to her from Elora's lips.

The kiss itself was rough and demanding, as Elora had always known Cersei to be, but it was also unexpected. She’d never deigned to kiss her before, in any way, cruel nor kind. Before Elora could truly bask in it however, it was over. Cersei's hand dropped from her neck, and a fraught silence fell over them.

"You’ll stay in my bed tonight," Cersei informed, feeling pressured under Elora's unwavering gaze. She could use the company, frankly, and more time away from her thoughts in order to revisit them more clearly later, when they weren’t clouded with anger, outrage and more recently, lust. "I expect you to be waiting there after I’ve returned from the feast."

So she was going back, Elora noted. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but she would take what she could get. "Yes, Your Grace," Elora humbly agreed, giving a small curtsy before taking her leave of Cersei. Cersei watched her go, regarding her curiously. Something was off, different between them than it normally was. She wouldn’t dwell on it, not now. She had bigger problems than where Elora was concerned.

Elora Errister: @bowiesdaughter, @zalera8310, @tylerishan, @gay-and-sad-tm, @theroguedragon, @jkthighs, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @freshmoneyalmondathlete, @dollvi3e, @borg-queer, @chickensarentcheap, @smutember

[kitweewoos]

you come back to what you need

Summary:

Mouse having returned to Chicago, and following the very admission that they both were afraid to speak, Mouse and Jay finally get to spend a night together, with the promise that Mouse will still be there in the morning.

Ship: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz/Jay Halstead

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 5,455

Chapter: 1/1

Part Four of Smutember 2022

Inspired by this love is alive (back from the dead) by @gregorygerwitz​, which is a sequel to dressing you up, dressing you down by me 

Additional Tags:

Porn with Feelings

Anal Sex

Topping from the Bottom

Blow Jobs

Finger Sucking

[read it now on ao3]

[linlamont]

The Boy Nextdoor

Chapter 3 is up, friends!!

Chapter 3: Hey Baby Can I Get Your Number?

The day was finally coming to a close, the last rays of the late summer sunset casting a lavender glow on the room before dipping out of sight. All was quiet in the house with Lady settled in bed and Dimande doing whatever it was he did in the evenings, and Usagi was free to indulge in a few minutes alone. She curled up on her lovely white couch, minky blanket thrown across her lap, and turned on the television. The latest episode of The Bachelorette was all cued up and ready to go when her phone vibrated noisily on the end table beside her, sending her wine glass shimmying across the glass top.

(8:13) Mamoru: Guess who

Usagi’s breathing quickened.

(8:14) Usagi: Mamoru

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Smutember 2022 Swallow It!

Star sucks Marco's cock 

Written for @smutember requested by anon

This story is for adults only. All characters are over 18. NSFW under the cut.

Marco was in heaven. His girlfriend Star was slobbering his throbbing erection. The young couple were in the living room of their apartment; Marco was sitting on the couch with Star on her hands and knees.

They had long since discarded their clothing. Marco ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. She was swirling her tongue along his cock head.

This was fun but it was time for the main course. Parting her lips, Star started sucking his whole dick. She had done this so many times at this point, she had long lost her gag reflex. Each bob, her nose would hit Marco’s pubic hair.

“Star, I’m going to-”

Star looked at Marco with her sparkling blue eyes, telling him to release. Marco came, his seed firing into the former’s princess throat. Twitches in her neck told Marco she was swallowing each salty payload he came.

[floraone]

Smutember 2022 sex positivity and consent cues!

Below you can find some editing cues to brush your fics over with a consent and sex positivity comb.

In the previous years that I hosted smutember, a few people were a bit nervous to meet the consent and sex positivity criterion, and just in case that this is the case again, I want to compile a short list for you to use as a tool. Additionally, I want to minimise the chances of having to exclude some accidental non-and dub-con for the event, where people very much unknowingly wrote non-con themes without suspecting so. This can always happen of course, especially because we have not been systematically taught these things and sexual entitlement is a norm that surrounds us everywhere. We are all collectively learning to be better at writing and living consent (and this includes me!) so this is nothing to be ashamed about, but I still want to provide a few corner stones to minimise the chances of having to exclude something that was written with love for a project such as smutember! 

Don't view it as a checklist though, but more as an instrument to think of your writing from a few angles. 

A lot of you have started writing your smutember pieces, and so now that it goes into the editing phase, this might help you take a second look at them without changing any of your wonderful first ideas! 

And just as a reminder: the sex-positivity and consent rules are ONLY for the reblogging and the inclusion in the e-Zine and in order to make the event a safe space for those who have suffered sexual trauma, but outside of the event and even during smutember you are OF COURSE absolutely free to write all non-con and dub con and sexual wallflowers meet porn star and all of it, they will just not be included in the event that I host. These rules are not there to censor anything and lots of people WITH sexual trauma in fact find it very therapeutic to write non-con -it's often a way to have control over an uncontrollable situation- and either way nobody gets to decide what is allowed to exist and what isn't, so do NOT understand this as the fic police, these are just the guidelines for one event. 

That being said, consent and sex-positivity are sadly nothing that was included in most people's sex ed and thus it is also understandable to not be completely confident in writing it. And for those who might be a little unsure, have the following non-exhaustive cues for edit suggestions.

Sex Positivity Checks ✔️ 

(Consider that it is both OK for your characters to already BE sex-positive or be somewhere on the path there, or nudged towards it. Your characters don't already have to check all the boxes for it to be considered a sex-positive narrative. For instance, Character A can be sex-positive and Character B is not (yet) - which is very realistic. The idea is tho that the GOAL is sex-positivity, even if the goal isn't reached in the narrative. Also IT IS OK TO JUST CHECK A FEW SELECT BOXES! Not all stories have to contain all themes, obviously!)

🍋 Are your characters sensually aware of their bodies and unafraid of these sensations? 

🍋 Are your characters familiar with pleasurable feelings in their body and allow themselves to feel them? Or alternatively, are they being encouraged to do so?

🍋 Are they unashamed regarding masturbation, or alternatively, are they on the road to working on feeling less shame around solo sex?

🍋 Are they used to touch and even sensual touch as something to share outside of sexual intent as well?

🍋 Are they able to stay focused on their body during sex and sensual touch or the non-sex-positive opposite: do they shy away from observing what is happening?

🍋 Are they looking at their bodies with acceptance or alternatively are they learning to do so

🍋 Are they looking at the OTHER person's body (+soul!) with appreciation, even the parts that their partner might dislike about their body?

🍋 Is at least one of your characters allowing themselves sexual thoughts and fantasies?

🍋 Do your characters feel joy in the sexual experience they choose to be in?

🍋 Is at least one of your characters unashamed (or learning to be unashamed) in sexual communication? Not just with their partners, but also in getting advice from trusted peers? (It's easy to boast - the shame makes an entrance when you learn to speak about the things in bed that might not be going so well)

🍋 Is at least one of your characters unpressured in the bedroom? Is it fully OK if they don't "perform well"?

🍋 Is it OK and appreciated for your character to be sexually active, enjoying it, regardless of frequency? (Or on the non-sex-positive flipside to avoid: is anyone "slut-shamed"?)

🍋 Is it OK and appreciated for your character NOT to be sexually active because they choose to be so?

🍋 Is your narrative tolerant of all ways of consensual sexual expression?

🍋 Does at least one of your characters know their own bodies sexually well enough to give the other guidance on what they enjoy?

🍋 Is your story shying away from sexual gender stereotypes?

🍋 Especially if your story includes LGBTQIA+ themes: Is your narrative tolerant of and about all sorts of sexual identities, gender identities, and gender expressions? 

🍋 Do your characters reflect the messages about sex that they've internalized?

🍋 Do your character express (or learn to express) their desires and limits regarding sex freely?

🍋 Do your characters talk during sex? Do they check in with each other? Do they communicate? 

🍋 Do they enjoy sexual feeling even when they aren't having sex?

🍋 Is it OK for your characters to be vulnerable about (and during) sex?

🍋 Does at least one of your characters allow themselves to indulge in sexual fantasies, be it in their head or in (consensual) action?

🍋 Do your characters take responsibility of their own orgasms? Do they take steps to get there in whichever way? 

🍋 Are your characters unashamed of kinks and acting responsibly around them?

🍋 Is no one being shamed for kinks or non-heteronormative forms of sexual conduct?

🍋 Are your characters taking pride and enjoyment in giving each other pleasure? Is the act of giving as important as the act of receiving? If not, is this communicated and nobody is giving things they don't want to give?

🍋 Are threesomes and poly acts OK, tolerated, and accepted? Is it also just as OK to choose against them if it doesn't float your character's boat?

🍋 Is it OK for your characters to have sex without an orgasm at the end, too?

🍋 Are all of your characters taking responsibility for contraception?

🍋 Are your characters empowered and assertive in your scenes? For instance, even a gang bang can be written sex positive and consensual if we flip the scripts and the character in the center of the scene feels in control, chooses the situation, feels worshipped and in power and everything happens to their own desire.

Consent Checks ✔️

(Of course, please be aware of the fact that when enough of these are not being met, the story might quickly fall into dub-con or non-con territory. As stated above, that makes the story still valid and worthy of existence, but it won't be reblogged and included in the e-Zine. However, they also don't need to meet ALL criteria as long as your readers can comfortably lean back and be sure that your characters WANT to have the sex which each other and we can tell -and this means they desire what is happening in their mind, and it's not just their body reacting to something that might have started against their will. As long as this desire is expressed, the consent also doesn't have to be completely over pronounced: implied consent is OK in most cases! Consent is a subtle game often, especially in those cases that us authors try to play with tropes that walk the line of tropes that traditionally would not include it. So trust yourself! These are not meant to be the consent police, but just to help you reflect your work)

🍋 Is it everyone's choice to participate in the sexual activity?

🍋 Do all of your characters WANT to have sex?

🍋 Is this wanting to have sex expressed through desire (either verbally, clearly non-verbally, or mentally) or instead, in the non-sex-positive route, is arousal merely interpreted as desire? Please keep in mind that arousal is a reflex independent of desire. You can be aroused and still not want to have sex, which is why arousal alone is an insufficient marker for consent.

🍋 Is no one being coerced into agreeing to participate (and coercion can be subtle, from "don't you desire me anymore?" to guilt-tripping someone.)

🍋 Is no one feeling entitled to getting sex from the other person?

🍋 If your character chose to partake in sexual activity even though they weren't in the mood previously (which can be valid if it's their own free choice and curiousity to see what happens and they weren't in any way coerced into it, and is part of normal reactive desire - vs spontaneous desire where you were already interested in sexual activity before the opportunity presented itself in the moment), do they then GET in the mood and begin to feel desire for the sexual activity? And if not, are they absolutely free to stop the activity right then and there?

🍋 Is no one assuming for the situation to be consensual just because they have given consent for it before?

🍋 Are everyone's sexual limitations being respected (and for this they need to be aware of them!)

🍋 Are sexual refusals of any kind (the whole sex or just specific acts during sex) accepted without hostility, feeling insulted or any moping?

🍋 When they refuse to partake in sex or specific sexual acts, do they feel free to do so without having to fear they might be expected or made responsible to manage the other's emotions for this refusal and thus take on emotional labor on top their own emotions of having to dissapoint someone in the first place? 

🍋 Are your characters taking personal responsibility of their own and their partner's boundaries?

🍋 Are your characters respecting others' boundaries without argument?

🍋 If your characters are (validly) freely choosing (and without coercion) to do things for someone else's enjoyment that they do not themselves enjoy that much, do they feel safe and like they can leave the situation without repercussions or any sort of argument or having to deal with their partner's emotions being made their problem?

🍋 Have boundaries been discussed or are boundaries being respected the second they come up? Are they known? Is everyone informed on what is going to happen, and knows they can stop at any point if they no longer want to go on? (Even if it's just agreeing on knowing they DON'T wanna know what will happen and they agree to it - I.e. during blindfolding, or in sex pollen-y situations- but know they can stop that too?)

🍋 Do your characters feel in control of the situation? Even if they are choosing to be submissive (i.e. through safe words) or are choosing to act on external motivators (like sex pollen, etc)?

🍋 Are your characters sensitive to nonverbal cues about limits and discomfort and stop to check in which each other when they notice them?

🍋 Do none of your characters ever cross an established sexual boundary or limit? (This also includes "testing" things in the heat of the moment that one person wanted but the other didn't to "see if they might like it after all," unless this is something the person has agreed to be OK.)

🍋 Is everyone conscious or conscious enough to make informed choices? This matters ESPECIALLY if this is outside of secure commitments and people cannot know the other person's history of boundaries and/or sexual trauma.

🍋 If someone IS intoxicated or sleepy or asleep - is this in an established relationship and has been discussed between the characters before? If this is a sexual fantasy and the (sleeping, intoxicated, etc) person's free choice to try out, this can be absolutely OK. If not, then absolutely not, even during established relationships. 

🍋 Is everyone of the age of consent?

🍋 Is everyone on equal levels of power? And if there IS a power imbalance for whatever reason, are they being addressed and worked out in a way the person in the less powerful position can feel safe to say no? Can both characters say no without risking significant consequences? (For example, if one character is a college professor and the other is their student, per default the professor is more powerful without repercussions taken (i.e. like changing classes or officially disclosing a relationship to authorities), and because of this the student cannot freely give consent for sex with the professor because saying no might for instance risk their grades.)

Of course these are just cues, and thus always incomplete lists. Either way, these are to help you and not to limit you. It is absolutely OK to skirt some themes, and if you are unsure, to tag them. I am welcoming each and every work that tries their best at including sex-positive and consensual themes, and you do not have to be perfect at it!

Happy writing!!

[spicytuatara]

boys, keep it down, this is a library!

(belated smutember entry for “library”)

[nautiscarader]

Glimbow 21

(Ao3)

The evening, warm wind delicately caressed Glimmer's arms as she looked at the night's sky, now illuminated with myriad of stars. Despite months having passed, she still wasn't used to the overwhelming beauty and vastness of space they lived in. Just thinking about it made her slightly light-headed and sleepy…

But a sudden noise from be;low brought her back to reality, especially as she recognised the voice.

"Glimmer! I came her to rescue you!"

Suddenly, a grappling hook-ended arrow landed next to her and lodged itself firmly between two balusters, allowing Bow to climb the height.

"Bow…?", Glimmer asked leaning over the rails, "The heck are you doing?"

"I told you, climbing to the top of your tower!"

"Is-is there something wrong with the stairs…?", she turned around, to take a look. "Do you want me to teleport you here…?"

But her boyfriend responded only with grunts as he kept pulling himself, finally landing next to her with a firm jump.

"Alas, princess, we can finally be together!", he spoke with unabashed, and oddly bombastic tone in his voice.

Glimmer blinked.

"Bow, are you ill? Have you eaten something bad…?" she out her hand over his forehead, and watched as his ecstatic smile faded.

"Glimmer, I was doing a bit.", he explained, his arms sinking. "The princess, locked in a tower, needed of rescue?"

"Oooh…", Glimmer's eyes opened wide as she finally understood. "And who did you get inspiration from? To try rescuing a princess that, once again, can teleport?"

Bow scratched his head and shied away from her smirk.

"Seahawk", he replied under his breath. "But he told me it was romantic, and Mermista liked it…"

Glimmer giggled and closed her arms around his neck before her lips met with his in a long, long kiss.

"Did you have any plans for what to do once you rescue me?", she asked once she had chance to breathe.

"Well, I was going to ask you to grab onto my body and we would slide down…"

"Again, infinitely easier with magic."

"Glimmer!"

"Alright, alright, no magic shortcuts."

"And I thought we could go on a late night date."

"Aww, that is very romantic.", Glimmer agreed, kissing his cheek again. "But what if…"

She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks turning the lightest shade of crimson.

"What if you couldn't rescue me? What if I had to stay here?", she continued spinning her story, her fingers drawing against his chest.

"G-Glimmer?"

"And what if I still wanted to reward you for your efforts…?"

She spoke in low, mellow voice, sliding her leg between his thighs, watching as his eyes widen.

"W-What, here?!"

Glimmer nodded.

Bow swallowed loudly, looking at the park underneath the balcony, getting back at Glimmer, seeing only more flirtatious sparks in her eyes.

"Look, Seahawk haven't really told me more what happens later in that story…"

"I know", she pecked his cheek. "But Mermista told me".

Glimmer cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a much fiercer kiss, welcoming his hands on her waist, as he pushed her against the column. But she didn't want to be ravished hidden away in the shadows, and after breaking the kiss, she reached for the rails, leaning over them pushing her tushy invitingly towards him.

"You-you really want this, don't you?", Bow stuttered, watching as she swayed her hips from side to side.

"Check yourself"

She taunted him, reaching back to lift her dress and slide her panties to the side, letting his eyes lay on her soaking wet pussy. A strand of liquid lust lingered between her flower and her fingers, and that sight alone made him rush against her, already finish his cock out of his tight pants.

Glimmer let out a moan of pleasure when she felt him against her, the closeness only intensified by his warm breath on her neck as Bow leaned against her.

"And you sure you don't want to get inside…?"

"I want you inside me, now.", Glimmer looked back, giving him a sultry look.

Next thing she knew, he gripped her wait firmly as he slid his cock into her welcoming, wet pussy, feeling her body tremble with delight. Glimmer arched her back, letting it accommodate against Bow's body, signified by his first kiss he laid on her neck.

His hips moved slowly at first, savouring her sex and each sound of their bodies mashing against reach other, accompanied by her dress moving in rhythm of his shallow thrusts. He knew his girlfriend well enough to know how he has to build her appetite, and only when she let out a nagging moan he pushed himself deeper, sneaking a kiss to her cheek as she arched her body again to ensure he'd reach her depths.

The Summer air was filled with short, rhythmic slapping sounds, punctuated with Glimmer's short gasps and longer wails, as well as the underlying grunts and gasps of Bow's athletic skills. His hands moved from her hips to roam her body; one sneaked into her dress to caress her plump breasts, the other reached for her left hand, clutching the railing, so that their fingers could intertwine, while their heated bodies worked towards a shared climax the balustrade would have to endure.

Glimmer's voice cracked as suddenly, Bow's right hand left her breasts and dived underneath her robes, caressing her clit and lower lips, and it wasn't long until she was begging him to help her reach her peak, her needy moans only strengthened when he deliberately slowed his stroking moves. But soon Bow succumbed to the same problem, her walls closing around him, desperate to sap him of his seed.

"G-Glimmer…", he was only able to utter, before her eyes met his.

"Inside. Your queen commands you.", she babbled before her voice broke again. And when she felt stream of warm cum flooding her sex, hitting against the entrance to her womb, she threw her head back and cried. And she saw stars again, completely new constellations, despite her eyes being closed, as pleasure slowly overtook her body.

She slowly collapsed onto the stone railing, with Bow succumbing to the same fatigue, though he obeyed her orders, staying inside and seeding her as long as he could, and until he filled her up. Glimmer let out a murmur of satisfaction when she felt a trickle of warm, thick cum spill from her used pussy, clinging to the underside of her thighs. She turned her head as far as she could and kissed Bow, feeling their erratic breathing stabilise as the kiss went by.

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"Go?", Glimmer asked, laughing at his proposal.

Next thing he knew, their joined bodies were engulfed in light and they materialised just a few feet away, landing on her soft bed and mountain of pillows.

"Told you, so much more useful.", Glimmer giggled, allowing her beau to undress her properly.

[glasvera]

Library (Day 1)

Urianger x Fem!Miqo'te!WoL

Description: Smutember Day 1! G'lahvia Drakenfel has found herself a rather *cough* entertaining *cough* read that she's enjoying in a small alcove hidden away from the rest of a library in Sharlayan.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), vaginal fingering, getting handsy.

A/N: My first writing in like a month (sobs) but I hope you enjoy! Oh and, aside from being a miqo'te with short hair, I tried to keep G'lahvia's description vague so you could more easily insert your own Warrior of Light if you so desire.

Word Count: 1528

“Hast thy research found thee something of import?” Urianger queried as G’lahvia leafed through the pages of a book that she’d found herself quite enamored with. She jumped at his sudden presence, snapping the book shut as a blush creeped up her cheeks. His appearance was entirely unexpected in the small alcove she’d hidden herself away in, nestled between the narrow space of two bookshelves with her back pressed against the frosted glass of the window. But of course he would know every corner of this library, she realized. They were in Sharlayan, after all. 

“I-It is very um,” she sputtered, slit pupils darting from side to side as her tail flicked behind her, swishing against the dusty wooden walls. 

Urianger eyed the cover curiously before she was able to hide it from his sight. He raised an eyebrow at the embossed leather, finding a detailed image of a small woman in a low-cut dress pressed against a large, muscular, and very shirtless man.

“Stimulating?” he offered with a knowing smirk, running his finger absentmindedly along the spine of one of the many books on the shelf next to him.

G’lahvia’s tail was now lashing from side to side and her ears flattened against her head. “I-I was curious! That’s all!”

He stepped closer, caging her in between his body and the window as he braced an arm against the glass. As an elezen, he towered over her small miqo’te frame. “And where hath thy curiosity led thee?” he asked, voice lowering slightly as his golden eyes bored into her own before tracing his gaze down to her parted lips.

She gulped, fingers trembling as she clutched the cover of Bull’s Iron and felt the windowsill dig into her lower back slightly. Biting her lip, she placed the book down before leaning back further, watching as Urianger moved in closer. “That’s… it was… I, um…” She cleared her throat behind her hand. “I discovered some, er, coital enrichment?” she bluffed, unable to hide the snort at her attempt at making it sound educational.

“Research requires experimentation to prove successful, wouldn’t thou agree?” he proffered, tracing his fingers up her thigh with the same ginger touch he had given the books.

“I-I um, well… here?” she whispered meekly as his lips hovered ilms away from her own.

“Nary a soul ventures this far back. Thou needn’t worry thyself,” he reassured her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

G’lahvia’s brow furrowed, turning away from him slightly. “You found me.”

Urianger chuckled softly. “Thou should know that this is not my first time partaking in such an… adventure in this library,” he guided her gaze back to his own, “and this spot was a particular favorite of mine.”

She laughed quietly, her breath shaky as her mind raced with thoughts of what and with whom he would have done such things in the far corners of a library. She only realized she’d parted her legs when he slotted himself between them, the heat of his body only further stoking the flames that were beginning to light themselves in the pit of her belly. She could already feel him hardening through the thin fabric of his robes.

“Did you come all the way back here just to fuck me in the library?” she teased, her tail coming around to brush affectionately against his side as she moved to sit up on the windowsill.

He chuckled. “Nay. I came in search of a tome and a quiet place of respite. Little did I know that my lady hath found solace in the very spot I oft hid myself in my academic years.” His eyes darkened as he laced his hand through her hair, brushing her bangs away from her face, “and never would I have dreamt that thou would be reading such filthy things in such a public place.”

She hummed as he ran his fingers through her short locks. “And now that you have me, what will you do with me?”

The growl he emitted at her challenge was barely audible, but she felt the dampness pool between her legs at the sound. He quickly closed the distance as he crashed his lips into hers, his other hand gripping her waist as he pulled her into him.

“I shall treat thee like the sultry minx thou readeth about in thine literature,” he groaned between kisses, fingers digging into her skin as she moaned softly against his lips. “But thou must lower thine voice if thou wish to remain undetected.”

He trailed kisses down her neck as she tilted her head to the side, nibbling gently as gasped softly. “Are we really doing this?”

Urianger pulled back slightly, his golden eyes dark with lust as he searched her face for signs of hesitation. “Dost thou wish to cease?”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Uri,” she retorted as she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him back down to kiss her again. His silver hair was silky beneath her fingers as she carded them through his locks before trailing them down his chest, reaching one hand further to palm him through his robes as he hissed.

Spurred to action, he hiked her skirt further up her waist as he ran his hands along the smooth expanse of her thighs. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he discovered her lack of undergarments. She’d been feeling a little too risque before leaving her chambers this morning and had foregone them altogether for this little outing. It took all of his self control not to moan at the realization, hiding his pleasured sounds in their kiss as he ran a finger along her dripping slit.

“Thou art truly a tantalizing minx,” he breathed.

She whined softly, hips bucking against his hand as she felt the digit press against her folds. “Uri, please,” she begged, trying to free his cock from the confines of his robes. “I need you inside me.”

“I intend to take my time with thee,” he mused, his finger dipping into her core as he began to pump it in and out of her. He brought a hand up to palm her breast through her shirt, his deft fingers finding her nipple through the fabric and giving it a gentle tug. Her ears flattened against her head in equal parts pleasure and protest, settling on rubbing him through his clothing while he worked her into a heated frenzy.

His lips found her neck once more as he nipped just at the nape, sucking on the spot and leaving a dark mark as G’lahvia’s eyes fluttered shut. He inserted another finger and began to curl them inside her, his pace increasing as his breath blew hot on her neck. She pulled his hair gently as she held on fast to the back of his head, her breath quickening as she moved to wrap her tail around the arm that was pleasuring her as his fingers disappeared into her sopping wetness.

With a loud crash, the small clay pot of a plant on the windowsill shattered on the ground, knocked over by the whipping about of G’lahvia’s tail. They both froze for a moment, Urianger’s grip tightening momentarily as they waited to see if someone had heard their mishap.

“I think it was over here!” one voice called out, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Another pair of footsteps, these ones in heels, followed closely behind the other. “I swear, if I find one more pair of students back here doing gods know what-”

Urianger made eye contact with G’lahvia as he hastily pulled his hand away and she smoothed down her skirt. She quickly pulled another book off the shelf and pretended to read it while Urianger brushed her slick off of his fingers and attempted to compose himself and his hair.

“They were right around here and- Oh! Archon! And Miss Drakenfel!” The woman in heels, an older elezen with long peppery hair, pushed her spectacles up her nose as she realized who she was speaking to. “I do apologize. We heard noises and, well, the children do get up to certain activities that we like to discourage.”

“Thou needn’t fret, my lady. My companion struggled to reach a particular tome and I offered mine assistance upon arriving thus,” Urianger replied with a curt bow and gestured towards the scattered soil and clay fragments. “Her efforts before my arrival hath led to the unfortunate demise of this particular potted plant.” G’lahvia shrugged her shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

Satisfied with his response, and far too embarrassed to have almost chastised the warrior of light, she simply nodded hastily and muttered something about finding a mammet to clean things up before turning on her heel and retreating to the front of the library. Once she was out of earshot, G’lahvia sighed heavily as she slumped against the window.

“Well that was far too close,” she bemoaned. “So much for nobody coming back this far.”

Urianger chuckled. “And thou art lucky that she paid no further heed to thy attempt at deception,” he retorted with a soft smirk. “Thy book was upside down.”

[fromthe-haze]

Care and Attention

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41726751

Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga)

Relationship: Chiba Mamoru/Tsukino Usagi

Rating: M

Summary: Mamoru returns from a morning run to find a very awake Usagi waiting for him.

This was written for Week 1 of the Sailor Moon Smutember event using the prompts "Bathhouse/Onsen/Shower/Bath" and "Established Relationship". Many thanks to @floraone​ for hosting!

[reispinkoveralls]

First Yuri on Ice fic for @smutember 2022 🖤

Prompt: Be Quiet!

Rating: E

“A demand from my coach, huh?” He questioned.

Viktor’s crystal blue eyes sparkled. “Yes. It’s time to make a habit of listening to him more often.”

Yuuri’s eyes narrowed at the challenge, keeping locked on Viktor’s gaze. He removed his glasses with calculated precision, a move he knew Viktor couldn’t resist, and rested them gently on the coffee table. 

“Take off your shirt, Viktor.”

[eddysocs]

Infernal Lust (Rupert Giles x OC)

Summary: Melody gets careless and accidentally performs a summoning ritual in the Sunnydale High library. She wants to right her wrong herself, but Giles walks in at just the wrong time and gets mixed up in the madness.

Word Count: 1,377

Warnings: Magical influence from an Incubus/Succubus, rough and unprotected p in v sex, internal ejaculation, some aftercare, fluffy ending

Reading aloud had been ingrained in Melody from a young age. She still did it without realizing sometimes and when you dealt with materials as heavy and dangerous as magical and demonic tomes, forgetting that you’re reading aloud can have some serious consequences. And, in her study of different types of demons in attempt to help Buffy banish a particularly nasty one, she’d made just this sort of faux pas.

Having snuck in to access the books Giles still kept in the Sunnydale High library, she sat reading in the corner by flashlight, so as to be undetected. Melody read the words on the page in front of her, subconsciously forming the words with her mouth and unwittingly filling the quiet space with the sound of her voice. After leafing through a few more pages and coming up with nothing of worth, Melody shut the book and realized something was off.

The air around her felt warmer, heavier. She felt as if she was drowning in it. Then the external became internal. She felt her body flush with heat from head to toe. Her neck and cheeks burned until the heat settled in her lower abdomen. Her eyes went wide at the recognition of what sort of spell she’d accidentally read aloud when she heard a sultry, feminine laugh come from a deeply shadowed part of the library that confirmed the mistake she’d made. She’d summoned an incubus and a succubus.

She knew the succubus had worked her magic on her, but with no one else in the room, she was unsure what would happen with the incubus. Would it disappear with no male in sight to inhabit, or would it come for her in its demonic form? She shuddered with fear. Perhaps she should call someone. Buffy, even Anya, they’d know what to do.

"Melody, are you still here?" It was Giles. She’d seen the library door swing open, letting light in from the hallway. She was surprised to find that in her current state, she could smell him from across the room. Fresh cotton and cinnamon mixed with a musk that was uniquely his. She had to get him to leave.

"Just leaving," Melody called, though her voice came out strained. "Go help Buffy."

"Are you sure you’re quite alright? You don’t sound yourself." It took her a moment to reply as she was hyper aware of the feeling of the incubus' presence in the room, and it was headed straight towards Giles.

"Giles, please go. I’ll explain later." This was her problem, and she’d solve it herself.

Naturally, at the sound of her distress, he came closer. Damn him and his endless compassion! Now was the time to run, and here he was, bursting with concern for her. From her spot in the darkness, she saw Giles pulling at his collar. "Why is it so hot in here?" Great, Melody thought, now he’s a goner. She had to start explaining.

"I may have accidentally performed a summoning spell for an incubus and a succubus," Melody admitted, stepping out of the deepest of the shadows.

"And I expect that you’re about to tell me that they’ve…infected us, so to speak?"

Melody sucked in her bottom lip and nodded guiltily. The incubus hadn’t fully gotten to him yet, but it wouldn’t be long. No sense in lying. "Do you know how to banish them," Melody asked, a bit of her hope still remaining.

"Without—" Giles stopped to clear his throat, a pretty clear signal that the incubus' job was done. "Without severe pain to those inflicted, I’m afraid we have only one option and that’s to let the demon's effect take its course. That being said, I should probably go."

"Don’t," Melody cried, reaching out with urgency and seizing Giles' wrist before he could make an attempt to leave. The simple touch sent a wave through her. The desperate tone in her voice softened as she came closer to him. "I don’t want you to go."

The soft yellow light coming from the hall shone just bright enough for Melody to look up at him and see in his eyes that he didn’t want to go either. Perhaps some of that was the influence of the incubus, but she knew her Rupert, and though he was too polite to ever say it, he wanted her. And she wanted him, even before the succubus had any hold over her.

"Stay," she softly pleaded with him again. She brought her hand up to his chest and small space between them was charged with the desires that coursed through them both. Afraid to voice his own need for her, Giles simply nodded his consent. Melody unbuttoned his tweed jacket and Giles, tidy as he was, shrugged it off and hung it on the nearest chair. While he did, Melody slid out of her underwear, opting to leave her short skirt on to save time. Giles loosened then removed his tie as Melody unbuttoned his shirt, leaning in to kiss him once it was done.

It was then that the effects of the demons whose essence possessed them intensified. Melody pulled her shirt quickly over her head, not wanting to be away from his lips for even a moment. Her desire for him had become an all consuming need. Even Giles' orderliness had abandoned him as he cast the tie to the ground without a care.

Giles led her back into the corner she’d emerged from until she was pressed rather firmly between him and the bookcase along the wall. Kissing her neck, he inhaled her scent, intoxicating him until he forgot all his former reservations. He backed away from her only to remove his pants, the last barrier which remained between them. When he next pressed himself against her, Melody wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him inside her.

With a pleasured sigh, Melody's mind succumbed to the lust as she felt Giles thrust in and out of her. The same animalistic passion coursed through him, causing a roughness she didn’t think him capable of. Grateful that the school was emptied of its students and staff for the weekend, she did not bother to hold back her moans.

It was not long until Melody was gasping for breath, clutching to Giles like a lifeline. Sweat beaded on his brow and she could sense that he was about to come. They understood each other on a subliminal level now, the heightened senses of both incubus and succubus allowing them a supernatural kind of closeness.

"Rupert," she breathed. The way she whispered his name in his ear was all that was needed for her to grant him permission to release himself inside of her. As he filled her, she held him close, slightly skewing his glasses when she did so. Her legs relaxed after her own orgasm until her feet were once again firmly on the floor.

He pulled out of her and she smoothed her skirt as he zipped up his pants. The unbearable heat of desire left them feeling slightly chilled and so, after slipping her panties back on, the two of them sank to the floor, laying there, sharing one another's body heat by cuddling close.

"Did I hurt you," Giles asked of her, concerned that he may have done so when he wasn’t entirely himself.

"No," she assured and she had meant it. Then after a beat, she dared to ask, "The demons? Are they gone?"

"I believe so," he reasoned. "They dissipated when we…" he struggled with the word, but she picked up his meaning and gave him a nod so he didn’t have to finish speaking.

"Good." Melody laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. "I’m sorry," she added.

"I’m not," Giles replied, surprising her. "You may have summoned demons, which under normal circumstances I can’t abide, but in this case, I think I may make an exception. It gave me the confidence I should have had on my own and I can’t say I regret what transpired between us here."

"I don’t regret it either. The demons, yes, but not the rest. Never the rest. I love you, Rupert."

"And I, you, my darling Melody. And I, you."

Melody Abernathy: @sitkafay, @antonybridgertons, @borg-queer, @smutember

[kitweewoos]

how bad i crave you

Summary:

5 times that Connor can't come, and 1 time that he can

Ship: Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 10,968

Chapter: 1/1

Part Two of Smutember 2022

5+1 Things

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Porn with Feelings

Coitus Interruptus

Car Sex

Public Sex

Dirty Talk

Rope Bondage

Masturbation

Blow Jobs

Public Blow Jobs

Top Will Halstead

Morning Sex

Making Love

Established Relationship

[read it on ao3]