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Guidelines:
Publish between June 19-25, 2022
Use any prompt as inspiration; do as many or as few as you like
1k words or less
Rated M (fade to black, less detail) or E (all the detail) with any SM pairing(s)
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Hey, folx! We're trying to gauge interest in another SM Quickies challenge this year, maybe around the first or second week of June. We'll bump the word max to 1,500 or 2k from last year's feedback, and all SM pairings/polycules are welcome.
Any artists or writers interested in a low-stress, smutty challenge or is everyone burned out? ❤️
Pairing: UsaMamo / Dendy, The Secrets We Bear universe
Rating: E
Words: 999
My final submission for the @smquickies2022 event. This is an end-cut of an unfinished draft of Bound for Dendy week, so eventually this will become a full scene. For now, enjoy the 1k snippet!
Summary of The Secrets We Bear:
An aged up, college AU with Mamoru coming into his powers with the Shitennou and evolving into Dendy. With a friends-to-lovers slowest of slowburns between UsaMamo.
This scene takes place after Fog and before "What do you want?" from Dendy week, with some heavy takes from Nightmares.
The cut comes early (and often) b/c that's how we do. 😏
18+ content under the cut
Tuxedo Kamen sat on the incline weight bench. In the wall-to-wall mirror, he watched Sailor Moon struggle to put one, then two, shaky legs on the floor. She unwound the transformation ribbons used to tie her down as he ate her out. The red mark of his hand on her ass flashed as she turned away from the mirror to dislodge a caught ribbon.
She was a splendor, a feast for his eyes and mouth and cock. He leaned into the incline, bare hands tracing the underside of his cock through his pants. The taste of her was sweet in his mouth. He reached into his pocket as she approached.
She moved between his knees, facing him with her wet curls and heavy breathing and shining broach attached to the middle of her chest. Glamour in place, despite her nudity. He had started to like that he wouldn’t remember how she looked, only her taste and smell and the feel of her flesh against his.
“Say my name.” His gaze bore into hers as he trailed the foil down her ribcage.
“Endymion,” she stuttered. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as his cock nearly lost it. His dark power flared to hold himself in check.
“Pull me out and wrap me up.”
The creak of the zipper sounded as she released his straining cock. Her hands were delicate as they pulled him from his underwear, moving the fabric to rip and roll the condom over him. He hugged her to his chest, breathed in the vanilla of her hair, and enjoyed the mirror-vision of her naked back and ass against his fully clothed body.
She followed as he flipped her, facing her front to the mirror where he could see her flushed cheeks and pink, open mouth. Where he watched as his hands slid up and squeezed her breasts, the mounds bulging through his fingers. Her legs were open and wide around his hips, her juices glistening in the emergency lighting of the gym. His bulbous head was in her hands as she positioned him. The warmth of her center encircled his tip.
He curled around her body like a snake. His breath hissed over her ear as his mouth hovered at her neck. His power pulsed within him.
“Say it.”
“Endymion.”
He lowered her down and stopped.
“Again.”
“Endymion.”
He rewarded her with centimeters. Her heat squeezed around his tip.
“Endymion.” Centimeters more. He met her lidded, lust-drunk gaze in the mirror. An eyebrow rose in challenge as she trembled to keep herself suspended above him. His little doll to pleasure as slowly as he liked. Her huffs turned to mewls as his tongue traced the throbbing vein in her neck instead of sinking her onto him.
His name became a mantra on her lips. He grinned, the elation of recognition and the high of dominance spiraling through him. His sinister power flared. Black arcs leapt across his skin, shocking her. Euphoric, he impaled her to the hilt.
She keened at the sudden fullness. Her center quaked around his cock and he bit into the dotted spine on her neck to stifle his moan. He held her immobile as the pleasure ebbed. Her eyes were closed tight, her chest heaving. Lost in the ecstasy of their joining.
“Endymion,” she said, her voice low and grating. He pulled her hips up, and they groaned to watch themselves. Mirror-Sailor Moon with the thick length of Mirror-Tuxedo Kamen sliding out of her spread pink lips. Up and up, until they saw the dimple underside of his head and the wilted flag of the condom.
“Endymion.” Mirror-Tuxedo Kamen’s cock disappeared into the wet depths of Mirror-Sailor Moon, seconds counting the movement as he filled her centimeter by centimeter.
She said his name–his real name–again. Her speech turned ragged, her breath hitched, with each plunge. He lifted her up, his pace molasses, as good length scraped along her walls. At the summit, his name, then down, down, down. Like he was submerging her underwater, only to bob her back up again with the call of his name.
The arcs of his power left slicing, red lines against her skin. Each jolt sent her moaning as he filled and emptied her. Unhurried, edging them both. Set into motion with his name. Mamoru burned with the power he had over her, watching as she lost herself in the pleasure-pain of his pace and magic. As her head fell onto his shoulder and she writhed and orgasmed around him.
The pressure was immense as she fluttered around him. His power surged to control himself--to lock around his cock and hold back his own burgeoning release. He made it through.
His name was an endless litany. A cry, a beg, a plea for completion.
She shifted to grasp the edge of the bench. It gave her enough leverage to move and him enough change in position to lull his edge. She tilted, his length coming out of her, as he watched her back muscles strain.
He was halfway out when a crackled “Endy” left her lips. The endearment so soft and sudden that he yanked her to him and stuffed her to the brim with his thick cock. Her head snapped back as she keened, her pigtails slapping against his hands. He entwined the hair around his palms then gripped her hips. She cried as he yanked the threads and slammed into her tight cunt over and over.
She matched his pace, surging back to fill herself to the hilt. Faster and faster, wild and raspy and broken, his name filled the room. Until his power couldn’t hold back his release any longer. He stormed to his feet, her hands splaying on the floor, as he pounded into her. He was lost in a whirlwind of cum and Endys and black lightning. In the mirror, his eyes flashed from ocean blue to ruby red.
I wasn't planning to participate in this event because I write neither smut nor short things. But I was inspired by friends and a last minute idea hit, so who am I to keep a lemon to myself?
Prompt: Lace
Rating: Explicit
Word count: ~900
Summary: Usagi should have known better than to run her mouth while Mamoru was using his.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My last minute contribution to @smquickies2022
Prompt: Countertop
Summary: Mamoru had no idea how he found himself in this predicament.
“Mamo-chan,” Usagi whispered, her fingers intertwining with his.
Oh, right. That’s how.
Setting: set in my corporate AU, "My New Report is My Boss's Daughter"
Except under the cut. Full story and illustration can be found on AO3.
Grasping his hand, she led them into her spacious bathroom. Closing the door behind them, Lady first pulled off her jogging shorts, followed by her sports bra. With the constraining garment now removed, Lady breathed in deeply, feeling the cool air caress her hard nipples. After slipping off and stepping out of her panties, she kept half an eye on her boyfriend as he divested himself of his clothes whilst she stepped into the glass-pane enclosed shower and turned on the water.
With the sound of shuffling fabric replaced by the sizzle of water droplets hitting the floor, Lady reached into the stream of water and enjoyed a refreshing splash against her warm skin. As she pushed her wet bangs out of her face, it was now her turn to stare as she saw Helios step into the shower after her.
Though they’d made love to each other more times than Lady could keep track of at this point, the sight of his flat stomach, bare broad shoulders, and exposed manhood still did not fail to excite her. Hiding her desire under the guise of letting her partner have his turn under the shower head, Lady busied herself with the shower gel and bath puff.
Once she’d worked up a large amount of lather, she caught his gaze with a cheeky grin. “Want me to rub you down?”
Helios raised an eyebrow at this offer. Given Lady’s tendency at being handsy, the sly expression on her face, not to mention the not entirely subtle glance she cast at his hips, he had a fair idea what she was planning. Normally he would be happy to let Lady take the reins. But their jog in the morning heat had drained his stamina. Knowing his tired body may not have the energy to last very long in an intimate encounter, and wanting to maximize Lady’s enjoyment, Helios decided a different tactic was needed today.
With the warm water raining down their sides, he took Lady’s elbow and leaned into her ear. “Actually, how about if I rubbed you down instead?”
Lady blinked, surprised by his insistence. As the more experienced partner in the relationship, she had grown accustomed to taking the lead where matters of intimacy were concerned. This new assertive side of Helios, however, both intrigued and excited her.
When Helios pulled back, he smiled at her. “It’ll be a reward for the hard work you put in this morning,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her lightly on the corner of her mouth.
Grinning, the young woman nodded. “Deal,” she said, and handed the foamy bath puff to her partner.
With a slight hitch in her breath, Lady felt her heart race as Helios walked behind her, his back blocking the stream of water from striking her body. He then placed a hand lightly on her hips and the young woman couldn’t help but jerk sharply when the puff grazed her skin. Working in slow, lazy circles, Helios’s hand traveled from the nape of her neck down to the small valley above her butt, before working its way up and repeating the cycle all over again.
When he leaned into her, the sensation of his length stroking her butt cheeks drew a soft gasp from Lady’s lips. That gasp turned into a moan when his lips found her shoulder and he caressed her breast with the shower puff in his hand.
“Mmm…” Lady cooed at the exquisitely arousing sensation of the soft sponge rubbing against her pert nipples, and she felt Helios’s lips lightly suck on the damp skin at the junction of her neck. Wanting to feel closer to him, she reached behind her head and her hand grasped his slick, wet locks.
“Maiden…” Helios gasped when he felt the tug of Lady’s hand on his scalp, the sharp sensation adding to his own blooming arousal as he languidly rocked against her. “Does it feel good?” he murmured into her ear whilst his busy hand continued lightly stroking her breasts.
“Yes… oh! Keep going…!” Lady hummed between moans, eyes-lidded as she completely surrendered to her lover’s ministration.
Urged on by her mews, his hand traveled down, past her stomach, towards the junction of her hips. Giddy with anticipation, Lady let out a small frustrated groan when his hand circled back up instead. But her disappointment was soon forgotten when his hand rubbed the shower puff harshly across her sensitive nipple.
The sensation drew a startled yelp from Lady’s throat and her body bucked against Helios’s torso. With his length tucked in the valley between Lady’s buttocks, Helios let out a deep guttural groan as the friction from Lady’s movement against his hard member nearly tipped him over the edge.
Though he yearned to sheath himself between her hot and slick folds, Helios reminded himself he had promised himself to make this as enjoyable for Lady as possible. With that in mind, the hand that had been holding Lady’s hips steady relinquished its hold and snaked its way across her stomach.
By the time Lady realized what Helios was doing, she could only exclaim a long moan as the tip of his fingers curled around her mound to tease the engorged clit.
“Helio—! Ohh!” Lady wailed, her lover’s name buried by the overwhelming torrents of pleasure crashing like waves through her body.
Her hands fumbling to grasp his thigh and shoulder for support, she rocked wildly against his teasing fingers. Like a doll whose seams were rapidly coming undone, at last, a final firm, hard stroke sent her teetering over the edge.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My last minute contribution to @smquickies2022
Prompt: Countertop
Summary: Mamoru had no idea how he found himself in this predicament.
“Mamo-chan,” Usagi whispered, her fingers intertwining with his.
Oh, right. That’s how.
it has just now occurred to me to check, and that last panel wasn’t there in the original post. OP added it to this reblog chain in response to someone deleting the following text from the original post:
Yeeeep. This little ditty had been living rent free ever since some people (you know who you are) shared this video. Mechanical bulls count as appliances, right, @smquickies2022 ?
Short summary of The Secrets We Bear:
College AU where Mamoru & the shitennou attend university in Yokohama. For reasons, they are helping the Dark Kingdom and attacking Azabu-Juuban with youma. The main relationship is UsaMamo, but KunZoi have their moments (and secrets, too). This is a small interlude somewhere in that story.
If you like this story, you can read another KunZoi (from Zoi's perspective) from the series here.
Also, you're welcome for the headcanon that Dendy borrowed the infamous cow vest from Zoi's closet 😂
18+ under the cut
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“Where’s Zoisite?”
Kunzite cursed, tucking a stumbling Mamoru under Nephrite’s arm. Jadeite giggled from the other side. “Get them home, Nephrite. I’ll find Zoi.”
Nephrite nodded, lumbering away.
Kunzite moved away from the bar and through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. He strained in the strobing pink and purple lights to find his companion.
Zoisite was several drinks in and tequila, his favorite, made his clothes come off. Not that Zoisite had many layers to shed. He’d arrived in a short denim romper, open in the chest and tight across his thighs, accented by a cow-skin vest. His curls twisted into a ponytail of delicate ringlets that hung side-saddle to his red bandana.
Kunzite found him absolutely fucking delectable. From the miniature, askew cowboy hat to the fringed ankle boots. Every inch of skin and perfection was a dangerous temptation. He’d managed to keep the others between them most of the night. Working through shots and darts, and any excuse to dodge Zoisite’s affections.
Because in that jumpsuit, he could not.
“Kunzite,” a coy voice yell-whispered over the music. He whipped to his right, following Zoisite as he sat up, up, up.
Fuck.
Zoisite had found the mechanical bull.
Sweat beaded along Kunzite’s arms and neck. Zoisite’s legs stretched wide around the girth of the beast. The muscles flexed and clenched, his calves clearly defined. Kunzite forced his tongue to the roof of his mouth to restrain from worshiping them. He was thankful he couldn’t see the romper stretched tight over Zoisite’s crotch.
Kunzite breathed. Taking in everything and nothing. Completely immobilized by the miscalculation of this bar, this bull, this shitennou.
“Kunzite,” Zoisite whined, thumping his fist. “It won’t start.”
Motivated by resolve and grit and get him the fuck off this thing–because Zoisite bucking on a bull stirred memories that Kunzite couldn’t handle–he stepped closer.
“Let’s go, Zoi.” His voice was steady despite the torrent of need rushing through his ears.
Zoisite slapped the buttons. Kunzite gripped his thigh, ignoring the soft, heated skin and hairs threading through his fingers. He fought down the twinge of his cock, pressing its length into the cold, plastic animal.
Another smack. So near Kunzite’s ear to be momentarily deafening. He missed the whirr as the beast started. At the first nudge, his instincts vaulted him onto the withers, facing Zoisite.
“Kunz!” Zoisite clapped. “So nice of you to join!”
FUCK.
Zoisite tilted forward as he went back, following the bull. The machine vibrated as it dipped, buzzing along his legs and ass, and the throbbing cock against his thigh. He swallowed his moan.
Zoisite swayed close, his breath hot against Kunzite’s chest. Cologne and hair products and green eyes accented with mascara and that fucking sparkly tiny hat assaulted Kunzite. It was so Zoisite–whether this incarnation or previous–that he almost lost it. In the microsecond as the beast rolled, Kunzite imagined grabbing a fistful of denim romper, the bite of the cow vest against his fist, and yanking Zoisite’s lips to his. He imagined the entwining of their tongues, the mingling tastes of tequila and bourbon, and the familiar groans from a past life.
He shook the image away, resolute in maintaining his distance.
Zoisite was a dangerous distraction to his mission to save Mamoru from Metalia. One he wouldn’t fail again, and one Zoisite wasn’t compelled to abide.
“Kunz,” Zoisite purred, his hand grabbing Kunzite’s thigh as the bull jerked. His thumb grazed Kunzite’s hard cock. Green eyes flashed as the bull lurched. Kunzite bent forward with the motion, hovering above the gleaming skin of Zoisite’s chest.
Just a taste, his desire said.
It spun beneath them, their legs gripping, ankles entwining, as they swung to the side. It bucked, Kunzite falling back as Zoisite loomed over him. His fingers splayed over Kunzite’s stomach. The heat of his hands seared through the henley. The bull jerked up and Zoisite latched onto Kunzite’s shoulder, his lips a brand as Kunzite fell into him.
“Kunz.” The whisper was soft and full of affection Kunzite wouldn’t answer. The beast pitched to the side and Kunzite gripped Zoisite to keep him from falling.
“You’re drunk,” he said. Their hips rolled and swayed with the bull, too sensual to ignore.
“Only enough to say and do what I should have done weeks ago.” His hand snaked around Kunzite’s waist, his fingers digging into his spine. His nose was a hair’s breadth from Kunzite’s lips.
Kunzite grit his teeth. The mission, he screamed as Zoisite’s familiar warmth wrapped around him.
“You have so much on your shoulders, Kunz.” Long fingers trailed over the buttons of his shirt. The bull calmed, lazily spinning and bouncing. Zoisite slid onto his lap and grabbed his chin.
“Just think of me as a stress reliever.” He touched their noses together, poised above Kunzite’s panting mouth. Kunzite was motionless, overwhelmed by a sea of want and lust and nostalgia.
“It’ll be our secret.”
His lips closed around Kunzite’s. Peony and cedar preceded the yank of teleportation and they materialized on Zoisite’s apartment floor.
His mind bleated danger as Zoisite straddled him, their heaving chests pressing as fingers tangled in his hair. Trying to pull him off, Kunzite’s hands gripped onto naked ass cheeks and thin romper. Kunzite groaned as they grinded, Zoisite’s ass a burning weight against his pelvis. One he wanted to plunge into and fill to the hilt.
“Zoi,” Kunzite gasped.
Zoisite’s tongue curled around his ear and Kunzite shivered. Kunzite huffed as their hips rocked, cocks rubbed, and kisses turned sloppy.
His rational thoughts were whispers against the thundering waves of his desire. It was easier than it should’ve been to dismiss the concerns. To listen to Zoisite’s sweet words and believe them–damn the consequences. Despite his fealty, he couldn’t ignore the pleasure building between them or the wet tongue down his throat. His finger dipped under the denim, trailed along Zoisite’s balls, and he let himself drown.
So…this was written for the @smquickies2022 event, which challenged participants to write a sexy story in a thousand words or less. And, let me tell you, it was definitely a challenge. Don’t ask me why I decided to write a threesome when I had so few word to work with; I don’t know what possessed me. *laughs* Anyway, I do want to expand this ficlet eventually (maybe for Smutember?) and give it a title (any suggestions?) before posting it on AO3, but for now, I’ll just post the “challenge” version on Tumblr.
To say that being invited to participate in a threesome with her king and queen came as a shock was an understatement.
Setsuna liked to think she was open-minded when it came to sex. It wasn’t even her first threesome, but this was Neo-Queen Serenity and King Endymion. Their epic love story was known far and wide, but after a millennia of monogamy, it seemed their sex life had grown rather stale as of late – thus the invitation.
Setting: set in my corporate AU, "My New Report is My Boss's Daughter"
Excerpt under the cut. Full story and illustration can be found on AO3.
“Come in!” Lady’s voice answered, and Helios heard the door unlock from inside.
Stepping in and closing the door behind him, Helios turned and for a split second, did not recognize the woman standing in front of him. Instead of the knee-length skirt and summery blouse she had arrived in, Lady now wore a hip-hugging pair of black vinyl hotpants, matching vest and bra, and thigh-high PVC boots. The tall, military-style collar, wrist cuffs, and waistband of her outfit were all studded with shiny rhinestones. Her shoulders were capped by silver tasseled epaulets, while the crown of her head was covered in a black and silver trimmed garrison hat.
What was most eye-catching, however, was the riding crop tucked under her arm. His eyes lingering on the long shaft and the leather tongue at the end, while Lady turned back to the vanity mirror. Illuminated by a ring of softly glowing light bulbs, she took out a tube of bright red lipstick and drew it expertly over her lips.
“Sorry, this was one of the first costumes I made when I started performing here and I wanted to see if it still fits,” she explained, “but once I put it on, I got the urge to put the accessories on and started doing my makeup too.”
Behind her, Helios sat down on a sofa. Hearing his silence, Lady put down the lipstick and walked over to him.
“So… what do you think?” she twirled around, stopping to strike a confident pose.
When Helios did not respond, Lady swallowed nervously. Just as she was wondering if he didn’t like what she was wearing, he looked up and smiled awkwardly.
“I… Ah, this is going to sound rather gauche… but you look incredibly sexy in this outfit,” he said at last, the soft blush on his face sent butterflies fluttering in Lady’s stomach.
Having never heard him use that term to describe her before, Lady leaned in, resting a knee on the couch cushion. “Which part makes it sexy?” she whispered huskily.
“All of it…” Helios began to say, but stopped when Lady pressed a finger to his lips.
“Pick one, and only one,” she instructed as she held him captive with her ruby gaze.
Tantalized by the proximity of Lady’s lightly-defined abs, Helios’s eyes drifted down to her shapely thighs before traveling back up to her full bosom, then to the riding crop in her hand where his gaze lingered.
Following his gaze, the wheels started to turn in Lady’s head and a sly grin appeared on her red-painted lips.
“I see you’ve made your decision, then?” she cooed, her finger tracing along Helios’s jaw whilst he stared wide-eyed at her.
When he gave the barest of nods, Lady leaned in and whispered by his ear, “Good. Now close your eyes.”
“Lady, what if someone—!” Helios began to say, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. But his protests were silenced when Lady pressed the top of the riding crop into the center of his chest.
“Uh-uh, wrong name,” she tisked. Pausing for a moment to think, she glanced down at her ebony-colored costume, then grinned. “Call me… Black Lady.”
“Black… Lady?” Helios repeated, catching her eyes tentatively, and was rewarded with a gentle stroke of her hand along his burning cheek.
“Since I’ve retired the name of Black Ruby, this will be my new ‘stage name’, when it’s just the two of us. And don’t worry, the door latch locks automatically. No one will walk in on us…” she purred, pulling back slightly to stroke his pecs with the leather tongue of the riding crop.
Helios gasped as the flap caressed his body and he rammed his eye shut when it stopped to play with his hard nipple through the fabric of his t-shirt.
“Ah!” he hissed involuntarily, and his head rolled back over the couch armrest whilst his hands grasped at the cushions for support.
Emboldened by the response she was able to elicit from him, Lady moved the crop from one nipple to the other, gently nudging the stiff nub before stroking it from side to side with the leather tongue.
The sensation made the pale-haired young man jerk up, and he barely stifled a groan as each jolt of pleasurable friction sent a wave of heat down to his groin.
Retracting the crop in her hand, Lady’s eyes turned downwards to the growing tent at the junction of his jeans. Scooting down his legs slightly, Lady used the tip of the crop to stroke the top of the bulge, an action that made Helios buck up against her and drew an audible moan from his lips.
“Does it feel good?” Lady whispered, her own cheeks now flushed and her body warm as she continued to torturously rub the leather tongue against his straining manhood.
“Y-Yes… Ah…” Helios moaned, his unsteady golden eyes opening a fraction to beg beseechingly at the woman towering over him. “Please! I-I need…!”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Lady whispered and pressed a kiss to his jugular, leaving a crimson brand behind. Emboldened by the knowledge that she had managed to reduce her lover to a quivering mass of want and need, Lady set the crop aside and reached down to undo his belt, then the zip of his pants.
When her warm fingers finally made contact with the hot skin of his erect member, Helios had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from crying out. His control was tested further when Lady curled her fingers around his girth and began to roughly stroke him from base to tip.
With his fingernails digging into the soft couch cushion, Helios could do little but let out soft grunts as he rocked his hips to the rhythm of Lady’s movements. When her other hand joined the fray and gently squeezed the orbs below his member, Helios’s eyes flew open and his vision turned white.
