#smuturday

A Spencer Reid Smut drabble

The sky palace was in pieces, exposed, but no one ever came there anymore, so it was safe enough for them to meet and do whatever they wanted, for as long as they wanted. When Elizabeth had arrived for their scheduled meeting, he was already naked, his darkness pulled back to only a few swirls on his body, his cock hard and tilting up through the small patch of blonde hair. He hadn't even waited to undress her; immediately he pulled her underneath him, laying her out on one of the steps and pushing her dress up so he could descend on her body. With a frenzy he had kissed her, lapping at her cunt like a man starving, making her scream and cry with pleasure as he pushed his tongue and and out of her. When she was wet and ready and shaking, Meliodas had plunged his cock inside with one stroke. Her cries had echoed in the ruins as he panted, his hands braced on the steps as Elizabeth gripped his hips. The blonde hair hung in strings over his eyes, sweat dripping down his face and over his muscles tight and hot, his need driving her wild, his lust for her sending them both to a quick spiral of release. Once it was over, Elizabeth had been left gasping, her legs lowering shakily as she sat up halfway. But Meliodas was not sated, his cock twitching as he stroked himself. "Meliodas?" she murmured. "I need you," he groaned. Elizabeth nodded. "I understand." It was like this sometimes, with him: the demon mark on his forehead, the sign of his heritage, his blood, his curse, driving him to devour Britannia in blood and fire. But now he was trying to keep his madness for destruction in check—trying for her, because he loved her—and the only other outlet they had found was this raw, nearly feral sex.

Standing, the goddess removed her clothing, laying it carefully to the side. Meliodas' chin fell to his chest as he watched her, his fist squeezing his cock as it grew rock hard once more. Elizabeth shivered a bit, now that her skin was exposed, her nipples tightening as a breeze lifted her hair, the wetness on her thighs cooling. She looked over her shoulder at the demon, eyes soft when she met his nearly pleading ones. She walked towards him, her hands pressing to his shoulders. Meliodas flinched under her touch, but Elizabeth cupped his cheek. "I love you," she said, and he briefly closed his eyes. Her hand covered his, grazing over the flushed head of his cock. "You can do whatever you want." He did not answer, so she leaned in and kissed him. Meliodas responded immediately, a growl ripping from his throat and his tongue and teeth immediately going to work, kissing her breathlessly. His hands grabbed her backside to pull her against him, his hard cock trapped between their bodies. "I want to fuck you," he growled. "Please," she whimpered.

Meliodas grabbed her by the hair, tugging her head back to expose her neck. He would never hurt her, Elizabeth was sure of it, but he pushed the boundaries, her boundaries, further and further into places she had never dreamed. He licked her neck as he said, "I want to fuck you on your mother's throne. I want the goddesses to watch as I take their princess." Elizabeth whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders. She closed her eyes as his mouth suctioned to her flesh, picturing the scene: the golden hall of the Celestial Realm silent, the goddesses watching her bounce on his cock, the only sound the slap of their skin and their heavy breathing and the gasps from the crowd. She pictured her mother, ashen-faced and trembling, her scowl betrayed by the fear in her eyes to see her only daughter taken by the demon king's son. She pictured how the queen's face would flush when Elizabeth cried out with her release, smiling at her mother, daring her to come between her and what she wanted. Lost to the fantasy, Elizabeth squealed as Meliodas pushed her against the marble wall. "You want that, don't you?" he hissed against her breast. "You like the thought of someone walking in on us. You like the idea of someone watching." "Yes, Meliodas, yes," she moaned, her mouth seeking his. He lifted her body easily and sank back inside her as Elizabeth wrapped her legs around him. Meliodas began fucking her hard , biting the sensitive flesh of her breast. "You want everyone to see how good you can take my cock," he panted. "You're going to sit on your golden throne with my come dripping down your thigh."

by jacaranda_bloom

PART 2

Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat.

As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind?

Words: 4175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of From The Heart

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: coffee shop AU, Writer Louis, Barista Harry, louis is a nerd, harry is a dork, Kissing, Descriptions of smut scenes

AKA: Smuturday as we are firmly in the middle of Jot It Down July!!

Today the Queue of Sin will start, as always, at 6pmET.

But! (hopefully) there will be others participating in this, the smuttiest of days.

I definitely encourage all of you to write your own smut and tag it with #jot it down july so we can all ooh and ahh over it.

As for me, well you’ll be getting some serious McDanno smut from me today. There may or may not be vibrating butt plugs, both top and bottom Steve, plus a lot of teasing.

"Well, princess?" Ban laughed, biting softly onto Elaine's neck. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." "Ban!" she squealed breathlessly, her fist pressingly weakly into his shoulder. "We can't do this here. We're in a closet." "So what?" His tongue traced the line of her throat. "Someone... someone might hear us... or..." He began sucking on her skin, his hands teasing over her hips. She was situated on a small cabinet, Ban standing between her spread thighs, and she gripped his shirt to steady herself. "Someone could walk in..." "Then you better hurry up and tell me." His mouth moved to her ear, and his tongue dipped inside the shell. "But..." "I told you if you were dragging me to this fancy shindig at the castle I was gonna make my own fun." His hands moved up her dress, heavy and solid on her thighs compared to the thin, silky fabric of her skirt. "Then you wear this little dress, showing off for me, making me want you, and I'm not supposed to get you into a closet? Now tell me what you want me to do."

Elaine giggled and pressed her forehead to his shoulder. "I didn’t do it on purpose," she muttered. "Like hell you didn't." His fingers reached her mons, the touch feathery soft. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you put this dress on and didn’t put anything on underneath." She whimpered, then turned her face to press her lips on his neck. "Maybe I wanted to tease you... but just a little." "Just a little? Well now you have to deal with the consequences of your little tease." By the gods, how did everything he say sound so sinful? His teasing accusation made her shiver.

His fingers continued their soft stroking. Elaine's eyes closed and she parted her legs even more, tilting her hips up to offer herself to his touch. But Ban did nothing more than brush again and again just below her pelvis, enough to make her acutely aware of the little electric shocks he was sending to her core and the moisture slipping from her body, but nowhere near enough of what she needed now. "Ban, please..." "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he repeated. Elaine blushed; this was so embarrassing! But she could hear the way his heart stuttered a bit, and knowing how much he was enjoying this spurred her past her anxiety. "Touch me," she whispered. "How?" Elaine swallowed. "Use your fingertips and trace along my slit."

She felt Ban's lips against her earlobe curl into a smile. Slowly he obeyed, the tops of his fingers nudging just a bit between her folds. "Like this?" "Yes...." she breathed. Elaine let him tease her just a few more moments, feeling his fingers getting silky with the wetness now dripping from her body. "Now I want you to... touch my clitoris." Ban groaned, his face sliding down to push into the curve between her shoulder and neck. His hand slid up until his index and middle finger both opened the hood slightly until they could press on the pearl underneath. Her body shook with anticipation, biting her lip as she waited. He gave a little rub to experiment, but did not stroke her yet. "Gods, this is hot," he mumbled on her skin. Elaine smiled, feeling a heavy sense of control, even though she was the one pinned against the shelves and open and exposed to him. "Rub in a circle," she said, more firmly this time. "Play with it a little."

Eagerly Ban obeyed again. His mouth began to suck on her neck as he swirled his touch over her clit, and Elaine gripped his arms tightly as her body responded. Her nerves were on fire as electric bolts of pleasure shot through her with every press of his fingers. The wetness now pooled at the bottom of her slit, and Elaine squirmed, feeling her thighs and ass getting damp. "Keep going," she urged. "Put your finger inside me." "Anything for you, princess," Ban moaned. He tilted his hand so his thumb could press on her clit, and his index finger slid inside her. Elaine gasped, the feeling so intimate, her body so sensitive now that she could feel every millimeter of his skin inside her flesh. She grabbed his face and pulled him up into a kiss. As he eagerly pushed his tongue into her mouth, he also pushed his finger inside her, burying deep inside her tunnel, his thumb still nudging in circles against her clit. Then Elaine broke the kiss to look into his eyes. "Make me come," she said in a broken whisper.

Their eyes never left each other as he began fucking her, curling his finger slightly until he found a spot that made her cry out. Elaine leaned back on her palms pressed against the wood, drawing her knees up and open so she could plant her feet against the edge. Then she was rocking her hips with his finger pumping in and out of her, her own hand going to slip around his touch on her clit, forcing him to move faster against her. "Almost there," she moaned. "Don't stop." "Yes..." he moaned.

Hello all! Yesterday several of us decided to have some fun and designate the day as Smuturday, spending the day creating art and fic for the adult NnT fans. For my part, I offered the group some prompts, and wrote eight short fics (800-1500 words each) that cuts out all that silly plot nonsense and gets right to the good stuff!

Here is a full list of the oneshots I created. Please note they all have explicit sexual content and only intended for mature readers. Thanks so much to all of my lovely writer and artist friends who participated. We had an absolute scream of a time and I can’t wait for the next event!

Derieri scowled at the goddess who entered her little room, turning away as she breezed inside and shut the door. "Good morning," she murmured, but the demon refused to respond, glaring at the wall of her prison. "Get out," Deri growled. There was a clink as the goddess put down whatever she was carrying. "You're almost healed completely," she replied. "Just a bit more—" "I don't care!" screamed Derieri. She vaulted from the bed, flinging herself forward to take hold of the goddess, to wring her neck and watch the light fall from her eyes, to take her life for the life of her sister that had been burned to ash. But her injuries made her head spin, and Derieri lost her balance, crashing to the floor. Two warm hands helped lift her, guiding her back into bed, where she winced as she was pressed back onto the pillows.

"There," said the goddess. "Please, Deri, please relax and—" "Get out," she growled through gritted teeth. Derieri expected her to leave, as she always did, but instead the goddess walked towards her. Then, incredibly, she climbed into the bed with her, curling up at her side and pressing a hand to her forehead. "Deri, please," the goddess whispered. "Please let me heal you. I can help you." "No," she whispered, turning over to face her. She wanted to curse the goddess, call her a whore and a bitch, tell her to die and exactly how she would kill her once she could stand on her own. She wanted to see the goddess angry, that would be perfect, then she could hate her despite being rescued by her and taken care of by her in this room for days. She wanted to hate her; she needed to hate her. Instead she saw two blue eyes staring at her kindly, silver hair framing her face, and Deri pulled back at how beautiful she was close up. The goddess raised her hand and caressed the demon's cheek, the bit of heat under her fingertips making Derieri shiver. "Let me help you," she whispered. Derieri opened her mouth to answer, but instead a whimper came out. Now that she was face-to-face with the goddess—Elizabeth, her name is Elizabeth—the full weight of everything that had happened suddenly broke open, and Derieri found herself reaching out for her.

The two girls locked into an embrace, Deri burying her face on Elizabeth's neck and crying quietly. So much had gone on, so much loss, but it felt good to be held by the goddess and feel her light slide over her. "You're safe," Elizabeth whispered, kissing her brow, and suddenly Derieri realized what she was doing, pulling back sharply. But Elizabeth moved with her until she was nearly covering her, keeping their bodies cradled together. "Relax," she whispered in her ear. "Just relax. Let me help you." "Why?" Deri whispered. The goddess smiled, pressing their foreheads together. "Let me help you," she said again.

Liz sat on Meliodas' lap, their arms locked around each other. His mouth was hot and insistent on hers, pulling and tugging on her lips as their tongues moved together, stroking, sucking, her hands pulling his hair, his hands squeezing her backside. He was so strong, stronger than oak, but under her Meliodas was as pliant as a reed; he was playful and flirtatious and funny, but once she undressed his eyes would turn dark and it was this taking and giving that left her breathless. Meliodas pulled his mouth from hers to move down her neck. He never bit her, not after the one time he tried, and she went stiff with fear at the little sting. From then on, he was always careful, making sure his hands were rough but deliberate, his touch hard but cautious.

His mouth moved to her nipple, and Liz lifted her breast as if in offering. She moaned when his lips wrapped around her flesh, sucking slowly. "Mel..." she whispered, her body flushed, her labia and thighs sticky and hot with her passion. "Liz, fuck me," he hissed, pleading.

She laughed. This was also new: this sense of control, being equals with the man between her thighs, having a say in what they did and how they did it. It made lovemaking with Meliodas all the more thrilling, knowing what was coming next, knowing that if she let herself go to passion it was safe and real and she would wake up safe and warm. But this time, she had another idea. Liz kissed him, slow and lovingly, then stood. Meliodas watched her through his bangs, his face flushed with need. "Where are you going?" he chuckled, but the tone in his voice was without any humor. "I want you to please yourself for me," she said. "What?" The question followed her as she stepped backwards. He was sitting on a chair in their bedroom, and she slid up on the bed, opening her legs. "Pleasure yourself," she said. Her hand slipped between her legs, stroking the wet opening. "Whoever comes first gets to do whatever they want." He gaped at her and she laughed. "It'll be fun!" she insisted.

Meliodas' mouth twitched into a smile, and then he gripped his cock. Quickly he started stroking, rubbing the rosy head with his thumb before starting to work the length with short, fast strokes. His other hand moved down to cup his sac, and Liz watched as his fingers spread to stroke himself underneath. For a moment she was so enraptured by the sight of him that she forgot this was a contest, and quickly she started rubbing her clit. It was swollen and sensitive from the foreplay, and sitting there with her legs spread on display, Meliodas' eyes zeroed in right at her cunt, his mouth open slightly, she felt... powerful. It shouldn't be like this, should it? She shouldn’t want to open her folds so he can see the pink flesh underneath, she shouldn’t lick her finger with a breathy moan before returning it to the bundle of nerves that sent electricity through her, she shouldn't rock her hips to give him more and make her breasts sway. He was watching her, his eyes taking in every intimate part of her. It should be wrong, but it wasn't. It was freeing, and hot, and Liz knew she was getting close, so close.