#smutsgiving

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Smutsgiving Challenge Drabble #4:

Spencer Reid x reader

surprise! exactly 100 words of reader calling Spencer Reid just to hear his voice 👀

minors do not interact

You're addicted to the sound of your boyfriend's voice. You're perverted like that; you'd never stop Reid from rambling. Sometimes it turns you on. Sometimes, like right now, you call just to hear him talk. Even if it is just about Star Trek.

"In the episode, McCoy suggests tribbles reproduce via parthenogenesis, defined by a lack of sexual–"

Sexual, you catch. You've lost all focus. You'd feel bad for twisting the topic, but you can't help it.

"Is this dirty talk, Doctor Reid?" you tease.

There's a pause, and his tone is much lower now, breathy.

"It certainly can be."

[ninzied]

firstprince drabble for smutsgiving 2023

Sometimes, Henry is all blue-eyed softness.

Other times, he’s long, hard lines of want, when Alex gets him underneath and maps out those lines in the order they both like: fingers first, his touch light enough to burn, followed by his tongue.

He loves to taste the way Henry’s pulse jumps, then trace its path with a slow exhale, nothing but breath on Henry’s damp skin. Sometimes nothing makes him melt more.

(When Alex fills him, thrusting deep, all he breathes out is baby—fuck and fuck you’re so tight for me, baby, and all Henry’s hard lines start coming undone.)

[myheartalivewrites]

Smutsgiving 2023!

Happy smutsgiving to all who celebrate! I have never written a drabble in my life, and did not quite succeed today. Down below the cut you'll find something in the neighbourhood of 100 filthy words. No gods, no masters✌️

Picture: Kensington Palace, post Wimbledon.

“He touches and touches until he brings Henry to another brink with only his fingertips, only his breath on the inside of his thighs, the promise of Alex’s mouth where he’d pressed his fingers before.” (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Alex raises his hands to Henry’s cheeks, pulling them apart; the ghost of his breath on Henry’s hole making him shiver again.

He doesn’t think. He’s not done this before, but Henry is completely melted underneath him, pink and soft and glistening, and when Alex lowers his mouth to him he mewls like it might be too much, while at the same time spreading his legs further and arching into Alex’s mouth.

Alex works his tongue around and into him, the feeling so fucking heady it makes him ache. Henry’s moans turn into sobs, but he’s still offering himself up to Alex’s mouth, so he keeps going until—

“Alex, fuck me. Please. I need you to.”

Hope you're suitably blushing in the middle of your family gatherings lol (or alone time, or normal work day if you're not in the US!)

[rmd-writes]

smutsgiving 2023 (firstprince edition)

What is smutsgiving you might ask? You can click that link to see where this started last year, but essentially it’s a drabble challenge: write 100 words of smut and share it on American Thanksgiving, for a treat.

The wet tiles are hard underneath Alex’s knees but he doesn’t fucking care. His eyes flutter closed; he revels in Henry’s fingers tugging at his curls, at the weight of his cock on his tongue and the sound Henry makes – cracked, pulled from the depths of his lungs – when Alex curls his tongue.

He inhales and opens his eyes, devouring the sight of the water sluicing over Henry’s body, following the dips and curves Alex knows intimately. Henry’s thighs tremble, his hips stutter – he’s close.

Alex pulls back, relaxing his jaw and flattening his tongue, squeezing Henry’s hip: let go.

[eveningserenityyy]

Loud | Oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Luke Skywalker/reader

Word count: 1058

Summary: Your master is a hard man to not fall for, always so kind and patient with you- over the years had your feelings blossomed, and newfound fantasies weaved after catching him in a private moment…your thoughts are now dreadfully loud.

A/N: Did this for smutsgiving despite the fact I am not American(and this Drabble turned into a one shot so oops). enjoy :)

Distractions are not encouraged in your teachings, which makes the fact that he, your own master, being the distraction far more ironic.

As you walked along with him, his words drifting into a distant fog, did your hands become clammy and your breath all but taken. His honeyed words and sun-kissed features were scarred into every little crevice of your mind, taking residence that you were found guilty of never wishing to let go. A simple crush brought you something to look forward to each day, always so terribly happy to see your master.

He was so kind and patient with you after all these years, every touch of your skin shooting electric sparks through your veins. He was an addictive pleasure, thinking of him at all hours…foolishly distracted by the idea of being with your master.

Words were spoken but you paid them no mind, unable to forgo the stolen sight you had captured of him some nights ago; catching him in a moment so intimate with himself, his large yet delicate hands gripping himself hard and in a way so different from the patient man you knew so well. The whimpers and soft whines captured in your brain played over and over again, a symphony of desires you wanted nothing more than to be the reason for.

Every deep breath he took sent you spiralling, reminding you of that night when he had grunted and took heavy breaths of euphoria, essentially making every noise in the book. You have no idea if he saw, nor knew you were there, but you certainly would never forget it. He was so hot, making all those pretty noises when he touched himself- you’d never expected for him to be so loud, but maker did it turn you on.

You helplessly imagined the veins and ridges you’d seen, wondering if he would be as rough with you as he was with himself, or perhaps more gentle and attentive…you thought he would make a compassionate and considerate lover in all likelihood, looking after your every little need when you needed him most.

Fuck- you needed him most now. Your skin was on fire, clothes suddenly causing you to feel so hot as you wanted to rip them off to ease the building tensions. He was so thick, the cum leaking from his pink tip as his flushed cheeks pumped with blood and excitement at the prospect of touching himself like he had.

What had set him off? And was it so wrong to let curiosity get to you, to allow for your thoughts to drift into territory that consisted of him laying you on your back as he pumped his hard cock for you in preparation, brushing the tip through your slit as he praised you in the same way he always did when in class.

You imagined yourself begging for him to drift into the warmth you could provide, the sweetest noises falling from between his lips as your walls hugged him tighter the further he entered you. Could you make him feel good like that? could you be the reason that your calm and collected master turns into a pleasured mess of perfect bliss and desperate moans? He seemed so needy, and you knew you could help him feel so much better.

You felt the arousal pool below as you craved for him to thrust himself into you, every push and pull leading you closer to the edge of ecstasy itself, dragging his cock over your gushing walls as you cried for him; feeling the tender kisses placed anywhere he could possibly reach as he fucked you until you saw stars.

That perfect warmth and comfort of your bodies moving together, holding each other close as you whimpered into his neck, imagining his fingers brushing through your hair as he shook and moaned in your name…

All those breathless curses and whines you’d witnessed took control of your being, zoned out entirely as he was speaking with you. You couldn’t fight the idea of him ravishing your body, his hands and kisses and words so gentle whilst his thrusts were hard and deep as he made you take all he had to offer.

-But he was also so big, and that led you to imagine back to the beginning, if he would coo loving praises against your skin as you whimpered at his size. You could already hear his voice telling you how good you were doing, that you could do it- that you could take it like he knew his perfect angel could, going nice and slow for you as he talked you through it with such raw kindness and devotion.

“Padawan, have you heard anything I just said?” His firm yet kind voice snapped you out of your thoughts, cheeks most definitely red as embarrassment courses through you.

Here he was standing before you, meanwhile you had been mentally railed by him this whole time.

“Um…No, no- I did, master Luke.” You tried to hide it, but that was foolish to begin with, thinking you could ever pull that off when his eyes are gazing into your very soul.

“You’re lying, I can tell.” Not one shred of disappointment showed though, for a light smile tugged at his lips as he drifted closer to you.

Your hands were shaking as he stood directly in front of you, so close you were sure he may just hear your heart beating as a hand gently brushed a strand of hair from your cheek. You could feel his hand thus drift down, cradling your shaking hands in his own as he brought them to his lips, pressing the most gentle and comforting of kisses with the lips you had been craving to feel against your flesh.

His eyes sparked with an unreadable expression as he welcomed himself into your mind, placing his own images of which had your knees buckling before him. They continued to weave the thread of fantasies of which you had begun, his passion and needs far beyond anything you could have imagined…as well as the sight of you he’d had just hours before you caught him releasing the pressure you had been the very reason for, his gaze now bearing the weight of an insatiable hunger, smiling so knowingly. “Your thoughts are loud, my little one…”

[sparklepocalypse]

Why did no one tell me that today (well, yesterday, given it's now past midnight in my time zone) was Smutsgiving?! I don't know who I need to complain to, but in the meantime, I did manage to crank out some lake house smut for the occasion because this is exactly my kind of fandom holiday.

In hindsight, Alex should probably have known that letting Henry borrow his clothes for the weekend would absolutely wreck him. But Henry had fretted about his wardrobe being too formal for a casual visit to the lake house, and Alex has developed somewhat of a Pavlovian response to the way Henry’s brows furrow and his mouth pinches when he’s anxious. Once the words “You can just wear my stuff, no worries,” were out there, there’d been no stuffing them back into his mouth. Here’s the thing Alex should’ve taken into consideration: Henry would look hot dressed in a garbage bag. So the morning after their lake house arrival, when Henry steps out of the shower and into a pair of Alex’s swim trunks and Alex’s Arrels Barcelona shirt, Alex takes one look at him and drops his phone.

(Movieverse; Henry wears Alex's clothes at the lake house and Alex reacts accordingly.)

[lavandula-ipsum]

let me spoil you - smutsgiving challenge

I cheated all the rules and brought a sneak peak of a WIP to the smutsgiving. Enjoy <3

Pairing: dark!Luke Skywalker x rebel!Reader (not really that relevant, we're going straight in for the fun

Wordcount: 609

CW: shameless smut. Minors DNI

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Hell, she can’t remember the last time she thought of herself as a good person, back when she was so eager to struggle for reasons she can’t even remember anymore. Acting in hopes of making her dead master proud, like he could see her, feel foolish now. However, there’s one thing she misses from her past righteous little self, and that’s knowing how to fight. Yeah, perhaps she was too hard on herself back then. Maybe she was good. However, that illusion fades as she voices this one command.

"Put your hands against the wall.”

It isn’t wise and she hates herself for it. However, her common sense has been taken captive by the lovely confusion blooming on Luke’s face. “You can either do it or wait for me to change my mind."

That candid expression she’d missed so much in him dissolves into a bratty smirk. "Yes, ma'am."

She doesn’t appreciate the attitude, not when she’s this angry. There’s a second when he’s with his back turned to her, handcuffed wrists against the wall of the cell, that she considers listening to reason and leaving. Instead, the challenge becomes appetizing. Afraid to let her doubt be read, she steps closer. Luke inhales sharply as she reaches around and, carefully at first, palms over his trousers. She quickly finds what she’s come looking for. 

“Is this your usual reaction whenever you come chasing after me? No wonder you put so much effort in hunting me down.” 

Luke shudders when she presses on his erection more boldly this time, a reaction that betrays a prolonged aching. Exactly what she needs to hastily undo the fastenings, eager to make most of the little time they might have for this. The rebel gives a generous lick to her palm before sliding it into his pants, while her other hand tugs down on the waistband of his underwear before digging her fingers in his hip. She rubs wet circles around the sensitive head of his cock, already painfully swollen and pink, and takes delight in the soft whimper she gets in response to her slightly aggressive and sudden attentions. But she decides to be merciful and softens the touch with the first stroke down the full length. She intends for this to be quick but she still wants to enjoy it a little.

“Here I come to talk business while your thoughts drift somewhere else entirely,” she teases. Luke hums something that’s meant to sound like an apology. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. Next time, just ask.”

While he leans against the wall, he can get a good view of everything she’s doing. It’s only fair, since she loves to watch his enthralled face progressively let go of that initial put together facade he exhibited at first, the red deepening across his cheeks and his eyes brimming with filthy pleas, like he doesn’t believe this is happening to him.

Suddenly, a gloved hand grabs her collar and brings her up, her back hitting the wall. Before she can protest her lips meet his, needy and warm and sloppy, as his palms cup her cheeks, one burning hot and the other cool.

“Please, love. Faster,” Luke begs through the tiny gap he allows. The rebel melts at the sight of need painted in his glossy eyes, at being held so sweetly after so long, and realizes that she can’t get angry at him. 

“That’s it. Ask me anything,” as she happily complies, her hand dancing with soft movements of his hips, a low moan forms from the back of his throat. “I can’t get enough of your pretty face when you do.”

[affectionatelyrs]

Happy Smutsgiving

Time to celebrate babes. Enjoy a drabble on me! :) Check out the original post here

Alex has a lot to be thankful for. So, he makes a list to keep track, recites it to his husband when curtains are drawn shut and limbs are pressed into warm cotton sheets. One. "God, baby, don't you look beautiful. You were made to wear my hand around your pretty neck." Two. "That's right, love, open up for me. So loose, like you were made to take me, yeah?" Three. "Let me hear you, H. God, I could come just from listening to you. Be loud for me. Please?" Four. "You're fucking mine. It's me and you forever, sweetheart."

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Smutsgiving 2023

It's my first ever Smutsgiving! I couldn't pass up the chance to write not only a drabble but a smutty drabble as part of a holiday celebration! Enjoy, y'all!

Alex slams into Henry’s warmth with a curse on his lips. No matter how many times he shares the same body as his husband, presses inside him slowly, before Henry nods and his hips snap forward with more desperate force, it always feels like the first time. Suddenly, a loud dinging sound breaks the electric silence. Henry clenches reflexively and Alex groans. “Ungh…sorry,” Henry murmurs, relaxing. “What was that?” “My goddamn heart monitor,” Alex grits. “Thinks I’m working out.” “Aren’t you?” Henry retorts with a sinful roll of his hips and a smirk that finally sends Alex over the edge.

[kiwiana-writes]

Smutsgiving 2023

Alex's fingertips dig into the firm muscle of Henry's thighs, those ridiculous polo-playing skills being put to good use as he straddles Alex's torso, his legs trembling under Alex's touch. Every time he leans forward Alex tugs him back into place, hands sliding into the junctures of Henry's thighs to his pelvis in order to tug him back and down. The third time round Henry finally takes the hint, his back straightening into the royal posture that was never, ever intended for this: his hips rotating minutely, shuddering gasps being dragged out of him by Alex's tongue working him open.

[jesuisici33]

Make em swoon prompts: a hug that gets deeper. If it sparks any writing thoughts 😊

from this prompt list

hi! decided to do a little late buddie smutsgiving/fuck it friday for this prompt! nsfw and tags for those who might be interested down below. *scurries off to do homework and vanishes into the mist yet again*

The groan Eddie involuntarily lets out ends in a sigh as he sinks down Buck’s cock. It’s always like this no matter how many times they have sex. At first, Eddie was nervous the first time he bottomed for Buck. Afraid that it would feel weird, or that he would feel vulnerable in this position. He should’ve known that Buck would guide him gently through it like he does everything. What he found instead was a satisfaction and hunger that he never knew existed before. Soon he demanded that he bottom more often than Buck.

A quick pinch on his nipple draws him out of his reverie. Looking down, he sees Buck splayed beneath him on the bed, a cheeky expression on his face. “As much as I love the sight of you all pretty on my cock, I would really appreciate it if you start moving.” Arms start to wrap around Eddie’s waste as Buck sits up, his body pressing against his. The shift in angle causes Buck’s cock to go even further into Eddie, making the two moan in unison.

“So impatient,” Eddie says. “Can’t let me enjoy myself for a minute, can you?” Still he lets his hips start moving at Buck’s request, his own impatience wearing thin. Eddie wraps his own arms around Buck, gripping him tighter as they continue to grind slowly together. At the moment, it’s not about a fast fuck. They can do that later. But instead just enjoying the moment together.

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[bsxcrxts]

Smutsgiving Challenge Drabble #3:

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

surprise! exactly 100 words of intercrual with Steve Harrington while he wonders if he’d fit inside you

minors do not interact

“Fuck,” Steve whines, “you’ve got such a pretty pussy honey.”

“Steve!” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he thrusts his thick cock back and forth along your folds, grinding on you.

“I don’t even think I’d fit,” he comments, the wet sound of your cunt obscene and slick as the head of his dick catches against your clit every time he moves his hips. “Wouldn’t want to ruin her,” he says, and you keen, eyes rolling back.

“Oh?” Steve pauses, “But maybe that’s what you want, huh honey? Me to wreck this tight little pussy with my big cock?”

[liminalmemories21]

Happy Smutsgiving

TK sinks down on his cock slowly, and Carlos fists his hands to keep from thrusting up before TK is ready.  TK shudders when he bottoms out, stilling for a moment to adjust.  Then he rolls his hips, head tipping back in pleasure.  He clenches down, making Carlos’s breath hitch and TK moan.  

"Shit, baby, don't take this the wrong way, but I really love your cock."

He pants as TK sinks down just a little more.  "There's a bad way to take that?"

TK smiles without opening his eyes.  "I wouldn't want you to think I was objectifying you."

[rmd-writes]

smutsgiving 2023 (tarlos edition)

What is smutsgiving you might ask? You can click that link to see where this started last year, but essentially it’s a drabble challenge: write 100 words of smut and share it on American Thanksgiving, for a treat.

The tiles are cool against TK’s forearms, a contrast to the steam enveloping him, to the flames licking up his spine.

The duelling sensations are drowned out by the press of Carlos’ soft lips, the sting of his teeth as he maps the path down TK’s back.

Carlos’ big hands skate down his sides, over his hips, to cup his ass. TK anticipates it – Carlos has been teasing him for what feels like hours – and yet the first drag of his warm tongue has him gasping.

Later, he murmurs against TK’s skin. “Can you come just like this, babe?”

“Please.”

(If you want more smutty Tarlos drabbles, when I did this last year, I ended up writing an entire fic in 100-word drabbles. You can read Soon here on ao3)

[ships-to-sail]

Because its the most wonderful time of the year AND my birthday, here's 100 words of sneaky smut from me to you!

Henry has worn a lot of beautiful jewelry in his life.

The heavy weight of plundered gold. The thin cut of gilded privilege he spins around his finger in an attempt to lasso an honesty just beyond his reach.

The frosty glint of sharp cut diamonds, facets that wink back at him, shrill in their cold and unforgiving clarity.

He's never worn anything as breathtaking as the ten ghostly marks that dot his neck, that play peak-a-boo from under the loose collar of his shirt, no necklace ever as precious as these two strong hands warmed by the Texas sun.

happy eating, y'all

[flowertrigger]

Seasons Greetings

I made a thing.

Happy Smutsgiving to all those who celebrate 🎉 💦☺️