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@softsmutsunday
Another Soft Smut Sunday is here ❤️ You’re very welcome to join us!
Simply share your soft and smutty art or fiction here on Tumblr, remembering to tag us @softsmutsunday. Everyone is invited, all pairings of all kinds.
If you don’t have anything new to share, feel free to reblog something you’ve previously written or share an old favourite by someone else.
Don’t forget to add your work to the AO3 collection!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes/Lestrade Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Anthea (Sherlock) Summary: Mycroft returns from America just as Greg closes the biggest case of his career.
Knowing he’s exhausted, Mycroft is determined to look after his husband.
Hello! Here’s my offering for this week’s #SoftSmutSunday. @softsmutsunday‘s prompt for this week was the word ‘watch’ and this is the result that my brain came up with.
Enjoy <3
Another Soft Smut Sunday is here ❤️ And you’re welcome to join us!
Simply share your soft and smutty art or fiction here on Tumblr, remembering to tag us @softsmutsunday. Everyone is invited, all pairings of all kinds.
This week (14th June 2020) the optional prompt is watch.
If you don’t have anything new to share, feel free to reblog something you’ve previously written or share an old favourite by someone else. Please also help us out by signal boosting this post.
Don’t forget to add your work to the AO3 collection!
It’s Tuesday 9th June ❤️ Your soft and smutty prompt for this week is watch.
If you’re feeling inspired, join us for Soft Smut Sunday! Every week we celebrate fanfiction and art which is soft in feel with a focus on sex or touching. The next date is Sunday 14th June 2020 and everyone’s welcome to get involved. Share something new, reblog something you’re proud of, or recommend an old favourite by another creator. All pairings and all fandoms are invited.
Don’t forget to tag us @softsmutsunday for a reblog. You can also add your works to the AO3 collection. Stories don’t have to be new to be included, so long as they’re soft and they’re smutty.
See you Sunday! x
by trillian_jdc
Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade have a certain routine every Friday evening, even when work gets tricky: spoiling each other with food and sex.
Words: 988, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: mystrade, Soft Smut Sunday, Established Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, A Little Italian Food Porn
I again made an attempt for @softsmutsunday - the prompt was “spoil” so this has a little food, a little teasing, some touching, and opinions on wine decanters. It’s also just over a thousand words now because I did a rewrite pass after I posted to plump up the food description, bad me.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes/Lestrade Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Soft Smut Sunday, waking up together, Love Bites, POV Alternating, Not Beta Read, Don’t copy to another site, they’re so in love, Holidays Summary: Waking up together in the Lake District, Mycroft and Greg are unaware that they’re thinking up the exact same plan for the day.
A little something for #SoftSmutSunday.
This was written with the prompt ‘bite’ from @softsmutsunday.
Enjoy <3
I posted a small, sleepy ficlet for Soft Smut Sunday called Home
Home
(cc: @softsmutsunday )
Expectations
A short Geraskier ficlet about Hands, for the @softsmutsunday prompt this week!
(soft smut, M-level content)
Geralt’s hands really weren’t what Jaskier had expected. He’d expected rough skin covering an even rougher, unforgiving grip; raw power and hardened callouses from long years travelling and countless battles wielding that massive sword.
Not that Jaskier would have minded that. He’d lost himself to fantasy many a time simply watching Geralt’s hands while the witcher sharpened his sword or cleaned his armour, imagining, longingly, how they would feel on him instead; those big hands pinning his wrists easily to a bed or a wall, strong fingers tight on his hips and his cock, pushing roughly inside him and making him howl and beg for more.
What he’d gotten instead, the first time he felt those hands on him, was so much… softer than he had expected. Powerful, yes, and strong; but with surprisingly smooth skin and an almost delicate touch. Gentle, careful fingers stroking softly through his hair and dancing agonizingly lightly over his cock, until he was reduced to a shivering, mewling mess of sensation under the witcher’s coaxing hands.
In hindsight, when he was capable of thought again and lazily tracing his fingertips over the beautiful hands that had played him as well he had ever played his own lute, Jaskier realized he really should have known. With a witcher’s quick healing, callouses wouldn’t last. And the way Geralt always tried to protect him, shield him from even the most minor of injuries… Jaskier suspected Geralt was afraid he might break if he wasn’t handled with the same gentle care he had seen the hulking witcher use with the tiny, delicate flowers he collected for his potions.
Some other time, Jaskier would have to make sure Geralt knew he could handle— and most definitely wanted to handle— much rougher treatment than any flower could. But for now, with Geralt toying idly with his hair, nuzzling at his neck and making the most unbelievably contented, soft little noises he’d ever heard from the witcher… Jaskier thought he’d never been so happy to have been wrong about something before.
—
Jaskier’s hands really weren’t what Geralt had expected. He’d expected soft touches from nimble, dextrous fingers; light and quick from years of making them dance and fly over the strings of his lute.
Not that Geralt would have minded that. He’d gotten dangerously distracted more than once in the evenings after they made camp, watching Jaskier’s hands coax the softest sounds he had ever heard from the strings of his lute; unable to stop himself imagining how those hands would feel trailing over his body instead, that graceful touch ghosting across his skin and teasing his cock with gentle caresses until he went blissfully mad with the need for more.
What he’d gotten instead, the first time he felt those hands on him, was so much more… intense than he had expected. Graceful, yes, but with a surprising amount of power in that firm grip. Strong fingers that dug into his back and gripped his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, even on him; rough callouses that somehow only increased the pleasure of Jaskier’s confident, sure touch on his cock until he was reduced to a gasping, shuddering mess under the bard’s skillful hands.
In hindsight, when he was capable of thought again and watching Jaskier idly tracing intricate patterns over his palms with the fingers that had gotten him writhing and moaning embarrassingly quickly, Geralt realized he really should have known. With the amount of time Jaskier spent practicing his songs, those callouses would never disappear. And the way he had seen Jaskier play for hours on end without showing any signs of tiring… Geralt suspected the slender bard’s hands were stronger than those of many men who wielded a sword for a living.
Some other time, Geralt would have to actually tell Jaskier how good his gentle touches felt too— like when he carefully worked the tangles out of Geralt’s hair for him or fussed over even his most minor wounds— but for now, with the bard humming contentedly to himself while those strong fingers lazily massaged out deep knots of tension he hadn’t even known were in his hands and arms… Geralt thought he’d never been so happy to have been wrong about something before.
Our first Geraskier! 💕
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes/Lestrade Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Soft Smut Sunday, Established Relationship, Mycroft is a Softie, Morning Sex, Not Beta Read, Don’t copy to another site Summary:
Mycroft returns from a business trip, just in time for Greg’s birthday.
Here’s a #softsmutsunday written in response to @softsmutsunday‘s prompt for this week, which was ‘hands’. Enjoy <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Summary:
Greg stirs first, the light creeping through the window that signals sunrise is getting harder to ignore. He can feel the stiffness in his muscles that comes from sleeping on the sofa, but the warmth of Mycroft behind him makes this all completely worth it.
It’s still Sunday, they had me there for a little bit. This week’s #softsmutsunday ‘Sunday Morning’ was written from the weekly prompt ‘Morning’, thanks to @softsmutsunday.
Enjoy <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Soft Smut Sunday, Fluff and Smut, Greg and Mycroft are now officially living together, Established Relationship
Summary:
The sale of Greg’s flat has finally been closed, he and Mycroft choose to celebrate officially living together.
Hello! I’ve just uploaded my Mystrade #softsmutsunday fic based on this week’s prompt ‘Home’ by @softsmutsunday
Enjoy <3
Title: Secretly Softhearted
Rating: 18+
Word Count: approx. 2540
Fandom(s): Good Omens (TV)
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Ship(s): Aziraphale/Crowley
Notes: Be nice, I was really busy and lazy through the week so I wrote this in two days for @softsmutsunday. No, I did not proofread it. If there are mistakes in this, that’s none of my business.
Anthony J. Crowley was not a gentle person.
Anyone that had known him for very long knew this about him and knew that he often couldn’t help it. He was not good at being careful, nor patient, nor tender. It was not in his nature. Not because he was a demon, no. Maybe sometimes it was because he had a reputation to keep as one, but not because of actually being one. He just wasn’t great at keeping a filter for his words or his actions, and his way of being friendly could come off as rough or blunt or rude at times.
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For @mottlemoth ‘s challenge to write a drabble for this bit of delicious fan art.
“Gentle”
It was a delectable sight, mouth watering even. Mycroft pressed his handkerchief to his lips. “I instructed you to stay awake until I returned.”
Greg sat up blinking drowsily. “I’d the most wonderful dreams.”
The sheets slipped below Greg’s waist as he moved and his hardened cock twitched in the cool air. Smirking, Mycroft slid a hand in his pocket. “I see.”
Greg shivered at the sound of his lover’s voice. “I’m sorry.”
Mycroft’s eyes gleamed and Greg bit his lip. “Be gentle with me?”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Mycroft purred.
Greg smiled brightly. “No fun at all.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Summary:
‘Gentle’ is not a word that Mycroft had ever associated with sex, until Greg.
Just a short Mystrade ficlet for @softsmutsunday based on the prompt word ‘gentle’.
Wow - this hit me in the feels! Yea @lostallsenseofcontrol, you know the way to my @softsmutsunday heart!
NSFW Starters
“Just relax~”
“Don’t hold back - I want to hear you.”
“We can leave the lights off if it’d help you relax more…”
“P-Please… ?”
“Stop teasing…”
“You’re doing well…”
“If you change your mind, just tell me when to stop.”
“Is this too much?”
“Is it okay if I touch you there?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”
“I’m nervous.”
“I’m your personal canvas~”
“Don’t make me beg.”
“Should I pull out?”
“How’s that feel?”
“Is this alright?”
“Put these on.”
“Has anyone ever gone down on you?”
“Have you… done this? Before?”
“No. Keep the curtains open.”
“Do you prefer top or bottom?”
“Shh, someone’s gonna hear…”
“Let me see your face.”
“I’m really sensitive…”
“C’mon, tighter. A baby could get out of these.”
“N-Not there… !”
“I want you to look at me when you cum.”
“Ah, ah, not yet. You aren’t allowed.”
“Yes, Master…”
“How does it taste?”
“Y’know, I’m really good with my tongue…”
“When… did you buy those?”
“What… in the hell are you wearing?”
“That tickles!”
Title: Sunset Sheet Stains
Rating: 18+
Word Count: approx. 2007
Fandom(s): Good Omens (TV)
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Ship(s): Aziraphale/Crowley
Notes: Thank you to @softsmutsunday because now I finally have motivation and a deadline/deadlines to stick to. Hopefully this means I’ll be writing more frequently. :) P.S.: Also available to read on AO3 here.
It’s only in moments like this that Crowley can really give the time to appreciate little details such as how soft the pillows are in the cottage. He recalled the fuss Aziraphale made over their importance when they were picking everything out for their new home together. But who cared if they found the perfect pillows or not? Pillows were pillows, right? And no matter which ones they put on their bed, they’d have a place to lay their head, and they didn’t need a pillow for much more than that, did they?
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'Restraint'
For #SoftSmutSunday I wrote my first #Consentacles #MonsterFucking and #Sounding all in one short story. Marvel at me, dear readers!
Restraint is a short one-shot Symbrock. Heed the tags. Here be sex, y'all.
