#smutsgiving 2023

[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.

[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."

[bitbybitwrites]

smutsgiving 2023 - (rwrb/firstprince)

Another late entry to smutsgiving 2023.

This time an attempt at a little firstprince drabble . . .

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“Baby . . .��

Henry moaned as he heard that word whispered softly in his ear as he sunk down slowly on Alex’s cock.

 He would never stop loving this - this fullness, this feeling of completion when they came together.

Alex’s hands gripped Henry’s hips as he began tortuous thrusts upward, a counterpoint to Henry’s own circular grinding downward. 

Henry whimpered more as he clutched Alex closer.  “Don’t stop,”  he mewled. “Alex, don’t stop.”

“Fuck, baby,“  Alex growled as he nipped at Henry’s throat.  “Never.” 

It was fire: the sensation of skin sliding against skin, Henry’s fucking polo thighs straining and flexing as he rode Alex.

The more they touched, the more they ignited the heat between them.

And they both were more than happy to burn.

[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.

[ramonaflow]

Smutsgiving

Happy Smutsgiving friends! Here's my contribution!

Patrick is on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, desperately waiting for David. Eyes closed, mouth open, tongue out. He eagerly waits for David to finish. David has never seen a more beautiful sight. “Ready Patrick?” He gasps, working his cock furiously, and Patrick nods his assent. “Ohhhh fuuuuck,” David groans loudly as he comes all over Patrick's face. He watches in awe as he doesn't flinch. Patrick smiles dreamily as it streaks across his mouth, his cheek, his hair. Patrick licks his lips and thanks David for fucks sake. This is the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.

[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

[filet-o-feelings]

Happy Smutsgiving!

Here's my contribution, but there will be a much longer expanded version coming soon because my brain couldn't leave this (and Patrick) alone.

Skirt. David. In a skirt. Patrick’s mouth goes dry. His cock twitches. Bathroom. He needs to go calm down. He's never been turned on like this. As embarrassing as his situation is, it's certainly confirming some suspicions. “I just need…” he waves vaguely toward the bathroom, leaning his head against the door as he closes it.. Get down, he thinks loudly at his cock, but it’s getting harder in defiance. He can't go back out like this. It’s the only option, he thinks, unbuttoning his jeans. David. On the other side of the door. Skirt. He comes, hard and fast.

[stereopticons]

smutsgiving 2023, pt 2

Hope everyone’s day is proceeding swimmingly. This is less smut and more smut adjacent but I made cinnamon rolls and couldn’t resist.

“David, did you have another cinnamon roll?” Patrick asks, looking at his husband over the top of his book.

“No!” David’s eyes go shifty as he climbs into bed.

“Then what’s the white stuff on your face?”

David reaches up to touch the corner of his mouth, then licks his finger.

“It’s your come. From the blowjob I just gave you.”

“Uh-huh,” Patrick replies, unconvinced. “Then let me clean you up.”

“That’s not necessary,” David protests.

Patrick pulls him in for a kiss, licking up the last traces of the substance from his lips.

“David, that’s not come, that’s icing!”

[lqtraintracks]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince) Words: 430 Additional Tags: Kings in Love, Married kings, Post-Book 3: Kings Rising (Captive Prince), Exhibitionism, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay, Master/Pet, Hand Feeding, Hand Jobs, Public Sex, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs Summary: Royalty from the north visits Vere for the autumn festival, and since they would lose all respect for a King with no pet—and this trade deal must go through—Laurent and Damen decide a little play-acting isn’t entirely beneath them. A/N: Happy Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving, everyone! <333

[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)

[tyfinn]

smutsgiving 2023

My contribution to this year's smutsgiving.

Pickles

Marcy was just about to enter the kitchen when she overheard David and Patrick. They seemed to be in the middle of something she probably shouldn’t be listening to, but she was too frozen to move.

“Yes, Patrick! Work those muscles! Harder, Patrick!”

“Like… this?” Patrick grunted.

“That’s it! You got it!” David moaned. “So good, honey!”

Marcy cleared her throat, but didn't walk into the kitchen.

“Mom? Is that you? You want, uh, some pickles? I just opened a new jar!”

“Pickles? Oh!” Marcy laughed. “No, thanks!”

“Think she bought it?” David whispered as Patrick frantically buttoned his jeans.

[flowertrigger]

Seasons Greetings

I made a thing.

Happy Smutsgiving to all those who celebrate 🎉 💦☺️

[thisapplepielife]

Happy Smutsgiving 2023!

It's based off of this post and the goal is to post a smutty drabble today, for any pairing.

So, under the cut are (3) 100 word, smutty, unrelated Steddie drabbles. Yeah, I did one. And then did two more just for fun.

They are all rated E, so explicit adult content is under the cut below.

Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

Steddie | Word Count: 100 | Rating: E | CW: Smoking | Tags: PWP, Blow Job

Steve takes a long drag off Eddie's cigarette, and watches Eddie's pupils blow wide, making his dark eyes even darker. Steve raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall, spreading his legs. Eddie sinks to his knees, unbuttoning Steve's jeans, tugging down the zipper.

Steve's so fucking hard, and when Eddie parts his lips around Steve's dick and strokes him with his tongue, Steve groans. He shoves one hand into Eddie's hair, while the other holds the cigarette to his mouth. Taking another drag, watching as Eddie can't tear his eyes away. His mouth full of cock, eyes full of love.

Ride

Steddie | Word Count: 100 | Rating: E | CW: Light BDSM | Tags: PWP, Grinding, Dominate Steve

Steve presses into Eddie, pushing him up against the side of the boat house. Wedging his knee between Eddie's legs, pressing upwards. Eddie squirms, but then presses back down against him. Steve can feel Eddie's cock, hard and heavy, against his thigh, even through two pairs of jeans.

"Ride me," Steve says, bracing his arm beside Eddie's head.

"Steve," Eddie whines, but he presses down, and out, grinding over and over against Steve's thigh. 

"You'll come like this, or you won't come at all," Steve says, and reaches down, and yanks on Eddie's belt loop, pulling him closer.

Eddie comes.

Be Still

Steddie | Word Count: 100 | Rating: E | CW: Light BDSM, Bondage, Handcuffs, Blindfold | Tags: PWP, Anal Sex, Dominate Eddie, Bottom Steve

Steve strains against the handcuffs, pulling, tugging, arching his hips up off the bed. He can't see, but he can feel. And he feels Eddie pressing the head of his dick into Steve's prostate, over and over. 

Slow, grinding and deliberate. It's torture. It's not enough.

It's way too much. 

"Be still, or I'll stop," Eddie warns. 

Steve whines, but lowers his hips back to the bed. Slowly.

Eddie presses his fingers into Steve's thighs, and Steve wants to see him. Touch him. 

"Good, that's better," Eddie says. 

Steve wants to be good. Better. 

Wants to be everything for Eddie.

The first one was definitely inspired by Joe Keery smoking as Gator on Fargo, and this gift of gif that always keeps on giving:

Happy Smutsgiving! This was fun, and good break from my NaNo project.