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Hello, I have an anonymous submission for the event! Mostly for my AO3 but not anything directly on Tumblr 🙈
Fic title: And I will make you mine
Tags: Dubious Consent, Hypnotism, Pheromones, and Smut
Summary: Having put off his inevitable future of an arranged marriage for long enough, a young man flees the wealthy estate of his family on the very day his older brother is being wed, full of... far too many complicated feelings he'd rather not look back upon, really.
Out there in the mountains, though, there are dragons. Perhaps more than simply cautionary tales that call to him upon his path to leave his life behind...
(Sorry I couldn't think of any other tags, but it's a short read! Thank you for hosting this event!)
Behold, my first (and hopefully not last) offering for @soma-nutvember! This one's my take on the ol' weaponsexual trope from days of SoMa fic yore and boy was it fun. I already have a sequel idea, hehe 😜
Title: Maka Albarn's Guide to Handling Your Scythe
Word count: ~4,200
Rating: E
Warnings: SMUT
Preview under the cut and full fic on Ao3!
His meister has some weird quirks.
No one knows this better than Soul, of course— he'd learned a long time ago that quirkiness was the inevitable reality of partnering with Maka, a character trait that after so many years of having his brain scrambled by her Maka chops, he'd come to find endearing. She studies on Saturdays and blocks out time every Sunday evening to iron her school clothes (a habit that got ten times worse when she was promoted to the rank of Spartoi captain); her books are organized by genre, author, and title (in that order) and she gets cranky if he so much as even breathes in the direction of her bookshelf; she tries to be a goody-two-shoes but fails spectacularly at it, a teacher’s pet who cozies up to Professor Stein for extra credit at every opportunity she gets, yet also regularly disobeys Lord Death’s direct orders on missions. She’s an enigma that he gave up trying to solve a long-ass time ago, and honestly, both of their lives are better for it.
But the whole angel thing at flight practice today was weird, even for Maka.
Things had been a little weird between the two of them ever since he became a Death Scythe, if he’s being honest. All their teachers had reassured them it was nothing to be concerned about— apparently, a few “growing pains” after such a major transformation in a weapon are perfectly normal. The older Death Scythes had all offered accounts of their own adjustment periods after the change, which was reassuring, in a way, but not entirely applicable. They’d described troubles with resonating and wavelength matching, acclimating to heightened senses and learning how to use new powers and abilities, which are all things he and Maka had experienced to some degree, but there’s a bigger issue at hand underneath it all.
Lately, Maka’s been acting… well, like a girl. Which is not to say he isn’t aware that she is in fact, a girl, but she’s been acting girlish in ways Soul isn’t used to. She’s been spending a lot more time on her appearance, has been painting her nails once a week and applying lip gloss between class periods. Doing up her pigtails with pretty little bows and borrowing style magazines from Liz. He’s been finding bras and frilly underwear in their dirty clothes pile on days when it's his turn to do laundry (or more accurately, when she shuts herself in her room to cram for a test and forgets about household responsibilities, so he oh-so-kindly takes care of her laundry for her). One time, he even walked in on her shaving her legs in the bathroom.
It’s like his bookish, no-nonsense meister had been bodysnatched by some cheer-captain-slash-homecoming-queen type of high school girl. It’s strange.
Thought I’d drop a smutty oneshot for @soma-nutvember
If you like fantasy AUs and Soul putting the Eater in his name to good use this one is for you *wink wink*
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“Is there anything particularly interesting about my face?” Maka mulled over the boisterous gallops of Aeata as he continued his path past the beaten dirt road and back towards the queen’s castle.
Soul’s eyebrows raised at the question once realizing the young woman had been able to pick up on his eyes trailing back towards her, probing him to release a sigh before pulling on the horse’s reigns and urging the animal into a slow trot.
“I would comment on your ethereal beauty, but it is hard to get past the sunken eyes and unkempt hair,” Soul replied before looking back at the queen once more and noticing her run a few fingers through the haphazard braid he’d fixed her hair within after they’d stopped by a river for a brisk “bath” when the sun had barely started it’s laughter within the orange-hued sky.
“Well my apologies for looking like death knocked on my door, sir knight. If I remember correctly, the Shinigami’s son had been after our heads until we shook him off,” Maka scoffed, although the young man couldn’t help but turn his lips into a cheeky grin at how little mirth there seemed to be in the statement compared to their usual bantering.
He used the thought to slow his steed to a complete stop and gaze at the young woman with an earnest expression.
“Maka, I think we both have had enough of acting like Queen Bushida-Albarn of the Angelic Empire and her chivalrous knight for the past week,” Soul voiced while he shifted his entire body to face his queen.
Their knees knocked together in the midst of his shuffling, which served as the only form of physical touch Maka needed to undo the binds in her flaxen hair and let it cascade around her.
“Are we truly allowed such a luxury Soul? Our spies talk about Mabaa and the new Lord Death planning to storm the castle any day. We have had many successful weapon and angel pairings in our army, and they will all look towards their queen to guide them past all the hate in the world…” the young woman voiced, eliciting Soul to circle his hands around her abdomen and pull her flush against him.
“Am I not your partner through all this? No matter what happens, I will lay my life down to protect you,” the knight added while feeling Maka’s face slowly rise from the crook of his neck and tilt backwards to gaze into the resolve shining within his eyes.
He could feel his chest begin to tighten at the sight of her scrutinizing gaze, only for the sensation to blossom towards his stomach once the queen raised her face upwards to meet his.
Their lips collided in a rather sloppy and erratic manner at first, although none of that seemed to matter as they both grappled to pull each other closer without tipping over.
The knight was eventually pulled out of the blissful reprieve once nipping the side of Maka’s neck and feeling her hips buck upwards while a set of nails pricked against the back of his head.
“Soul…I-I need-“ Maka hoarsely stated before the young man rubbed his hands against the small of her back and unmounted from his horse.
He could sense the queen’s impatience with the amount of space between them, causing him to waste no time in extending a hand out towards her so she could dismount Aeata as well.
It didn’t take long for the pair to take their steed by the reigns and lead him towards a small stream just a few feet away from the old dirt path.
The young woman hastily plucked a pouch hanging from the horse’s saddle, dumped a small pile of oats besides the animal, and then tightly latched a hand onto Soul’s wrist and went barreling towards another section of the woods.
The knight’s heart almost thumped out of his chest once he felt the bark of a tree scratch against his armor as Maka caged him between her wings and crashed their lips together once more.
Soul moaned into the sensation, with his tongue venturing towards Maka’s in the midst of his hand gliding across the silken material of her dress and gently cupping her breast.
Maka broke the kiss and hoarsely groaned at the touch, giving the young man’s lips the freedom they needed to plant a few searing pecks along the queen’s neck while hoisting her up into his arms and switching their positions.
Slender legs immediately locked themselves around his waist as he lovingly gazed at the sight of the young woman’s rosy cheeks and fluttering wings before pecking her mildly swollen lips in an effort to allow them both a minute to regain their breaths.
However, the tilt of Maka’s hips and the way her teeth sunk into his bottom lip was enough of an indicator that she wasn’t much for foreplay at the current moment.
He couldn’t help but release a huff into her mouth once letting the thought settle between them, leading him to feel the queen’s lips turn into a knowing smirk while he fumbled his hands underneath the hem of her dress and towards her cotton drawers.
The pair’s combined exhaustion seemed to make the task more laborious, causing Soul to notice how Maka’s legs had slightly begun to tremble in the midst of him tossing the undergarment down onto the grass beneath them.
“Still alright?” Soul questioned as he placed a quick kiss onto the exposed skin of Maka’s shoulder before feeling her body shift against his armor as she nodded in silent confirmation.
The knight then returned to the task with a renewed sense of vigor, allowing his slender fingers to lightly caress her damp core.
Small pinpricks erupted around his spine as Maka’s wings danced across smooth metal to firmly grip around his ass, probing him to work his thumb against her clit while another finger probed inside her.
“Do not stop!” Maka ordered while her head lolled against his neck, eliciting Soul to pant against her and further his ministrations.
His eyes couldn’t help but notice how the pale flesh of her arms seemed to flex against the vibrant burgundy of her dress with each thrust of his fingers.
While her honey-blonde hair and sharp manicured nails seemed to accentuate the role she’d assigned herself, the faint scars across her collarbones and the heavy eye-bags under her mossy pupils appeared to burn against his gaze.
He’d left his village and family behind in order to be a lone traveler, but somehow his entire being had been enthralled into serving the woman currently wrapped around him as he helped her escape the world of reapers, witches, and angels for simply a moment.
The pebbled texture of her nipple scraped against his palm while he used the hand previously holding her waist to massage along her bosom.
However, the decision ultimately left their worn bodies to tire of the angle even further.
Maka whined at the sensation of Soul pulling his fingers away, eliciting a chuckle from the young man before he gathered her up in his arms once more and gently laid her down onto the dewy grass surrounding them.
His jittery fingers wasted no time in gathering her dress into his grasp and pulling it upwards to reveal the lower half of her body.
A few kisses against the queen’s stomach was ample time for her breathing to calm, allowing Soul to gently rub his hands in soothing circles around her thighs before he lowered his lips and nibbled against her inner thigh.
He was rewarded with a guttural moan from Maka while placing another kiss beside her sex and steadying his hands against her hips.
His senses started to become muddled and hazy as his mouth worked against her soaking entrance, with the multiple gasps escaping Maka’s mouth only pushing him to work his tongue at a faster rate against her folds.
“So close…” the queen breathed out while his tongue circled around her bundle of nerves.
His entire head was ultimately caged in once the young woman raised her legs and twisted them around his head, probing his mouth to open to the point of his jaw straining against the pressure as he hammered his tongue into her.
“Hah, you feel so good,” Soul breathed out while he took a quick breath and trailed a few pecks across the dip of her stomach before burying it within her once more.
The knight matched the rapid pace of Maka’s hips bucking against his mouth until he heard the tell-tale scream emanate from her lips while her thighs crushed against the sides of his face.
He continued to move his mouth through the high of her orgasm before eventually feeling her legs go limp around his neck.
Their heavy gasps intermingled with one another as Soul noticed her sinew fingers rake through his hair and pull their bodies upwards into a heated kiss.
“Mmmm, how do you do that?” the young woman then questioned before slumping down onto the grass once more, causing Soul’s cheeks to tinge pink at the statement while he rested his head against one of her shoulders.
He could only get a hmmm to linger past his mouth as one of Maka’s wings passively tucked against his back.
“You are always able to know what I need within a moment’s notice. How on earth do you make such a thing look so effortless?” the queen further elaborated while Soul’s gaze shifted from her half lidded eyes to her palm sliding down his stomach.
The young man swiftly fitted her hand between his before pulling them upwards to gently lay against her stomach.
“I know it may seem I do far much for you, but do not sell yourself so short. Sure, I always bring up the dutiful knight crap, but truly you pleasure me in manners that go beyond anything physical,” Soul explained as he allowed their foreheads to lightly press against one another before using the last of his energy to swing her body on-top of his own.
“What would pleasure me the most right now is if we both got some proper rest,” the knight then chuckled while he felt Maka attempt to huff into the middle of his chest.
It seemed that the young woman’s orgasm had lulled them both into a lucid sleep, as the last vestiges of consciousness Soul had were her wings wrapping their bodies into a feathery cocoon while Aeata came trotting forward to lay in the grass as well.
Soul was nervously waiting for the clock to strike six. That’s when his date with Maka was. After everything that had happened to them in the past year or so he wasn’t going to wait around any longer in case something happened to him or her. He only asked her out yesterday, the look on her face was a mix of emotions. Surprised, but not totally, in truth they had been dating ever since they first became partners. They’d never admit it of course, but they didn’t deny the rumors either. After so many near-death experiences it was time to make it official. She laughed at first, and Soul’s heart sunk, until she said not completely unsurprising either. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” Soul sighed a breath of relief, “Cool… so uh, how about tomorrow at six?” “Sound’s lovely.” She smiled.
It was five now, he had already picked everything out and was ready to go. He picked out a nice Italian restaurant like the one they ate at during their mission in Italy. They ate together every night and had been on a million “dates” where everyone in the restaurant assumed they were dating, but this was different. For starters Blair has been helping Maka get ready for hours. Every now and then he would hear a complaint from Maka about the cloths Blair had picked out. He was just hoping Spirit didn’t hear about this and wouldn’t kill him before he even had a chance to take Maka on a date.
After an hour of nervous waiting Soul steps out of his room. No Maka, I guess she’s still getting ready. He looked himself over in their living room mirror. Pin striped jacket and pants just like when he performs on his piano. *knock *knock* “Maka, are you ready?” he asks through her door. “Almost ready”, she calls back. Soul takes a seat on their couch trying to stay cool about the whole thing, going over everything in his head till it hits him. What happens after the date? Should he kiss her? Should he do more? What was she expecting? I’d currently like to do all of it, but on the first date? But were really on date 100?
Maka Walked out of her room and Soul couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her beautiful figure. Her hair was in its usual pigtails but curled down with a bounce every time she moved. “Well, what do you think?” She asked unable to make eye contact. Here arms behind her back, chest pushed forward. Soul jumped up. “You look amazing Maka.” He reached out his hand, and she put her long gloved hand in his before he slowly leaned down to kiss it. Blush instantly ran across her face as he ears turned red. “what a gentleman.” Blair snickered from Maka’s room before walking out. “I’ll be gone for the night but I’m leaving a gift in your room Maka for when you two come back as a happy first date gift!” As Blair closed the door Soul turned to Maka. “What do you think she got us?” “I’m not sure but knowing her she’s up to no good.
As they drove over to the restaurant on Soul’s motorcycle Maka clung close to Soul, her arms wrapped around his chest. She squished against him, her thin strapless dress felt almost non-existent, as he began to wonder if Maka didn’t own a strapless bra, or just chose not to wear one. They parked and Soul offered Maka a hand as she jumped down. Her dress does not allow her to have her legs on either side of the bike, so she rode princess style. “I’m surprised you were able to get reservations on such short notice.” She said locking her arm around his as they walked inside. “I had actually Made them a week ago.” Soul confessed as they made their way through the crowded restaurant on a Friday night. “You made them before you knew I’d say yes?” she teased, as if she was ever going to say no. “that’s just how long it took me to work up the courage to ask you.” He confessed “Well I’m glad you did.” She said before giving him a kiss on his cheek. She couldn’t help it! He just looked so adorable in his dorky, cool guy way. “Now come on, lets head inside!” she said dragging a dazed Soul behind her.
They ordered the same thing they always did. Soul got his pasta with clams, and Maka got her cheeseburger. Soul, who was normally racked with anxiety and nervousness, felt strangely at ease. This is so nice he thought, being here, with here, on a date. He didn’t feel guilty about obscuring their exact relationship. He was just here, enjoying a night out with the girl he loved. Maka slowly reached her foot under the table and lightly played with Soul’s as he gently rubbed his thumb over the back of her glove. It was stupid they thought, doing these cute little displays of affection, but they had been holding them back for so long they couldn’t help themselves. They both ate quickly, eager to get to the after part of the date.
They rushed home to find an empty apartment. “I guess Blair really is gone for the night, did she say anything to you?” Soul asked looking around. “Nope!” Maka answered in a bubbly voice, dragging Soul by the hand to her room. Maka was acting drunk despite only having a glass of wine at the restaurant. She laughed as she closed the door behind him. They both looked deeply into the others eyes as Maka reached up on her tip toes, begging for a kiss. Soul was all too eager as his lips crashed down against hers. “Iv been waiting too long for that Maka laughed, unable to control herself. They kissed again, Soul pushing his tong deep into her mouth as he pulled the bow that held her dress together off. It fell to the floor as Maka took off Soul’s Jack and tie before pushing him onto the bed.
Soul kicked his shoes off as Maka stepped out of her heels. “These have to gooo~” she sang, pulling on his pants. She ripped them off as Soul through his shirt off. “come here baby~” Soul called as Maka slowly crawled over to him. “you’ve been bad tonight.” He said before slowly kissing her. “mm what did I do baby?” Maka said in the same playful tone. Soul couped her breast through her dress. “No bra? How bad of you. Did you even have panties on?” he said slowly working his hands down her slender frame before cupping her ass. “Mm maybe…” She said, unable to think straight with Soul’s cologne filling her head. “Show me.” He ordered after grabbing her chin and kissing her forcefully. Maka looked away and reached for the hem of her dress and slowly raised it up. Soul bit his lip as it passed by her increasingly wet thighs until her pussy was on full display.
My little girl has been very bad, walking around with no bra or panties. He moved forward cupping her pussy in his hand. “Look how wet my baby is, you’re such a slut.” He joked slowly rubbing his hand back and forth. “Only for you Soul.” She moaned unable to control herself. That right baby, now show me. “Show you what?” She said in between moans as Soul played with her. Show me what you’re going to do for me.” He pulled his fingers out and placed them just in front of her mouth. She grabbed his soaked hands and quickly began to lick and take them as far her throat as she could before gaging and then going farther. “My baby’s so hunger. Here, now do it for real.” He commanded as she dove into his crouch.
Nervously she began to pull his boxers down, wondering when she would finally see the bottom of his cock. She ran her face up and down it, desperate to get his scent. “don’t keep me waiting” he moaned, twitching at her touch. She awkwardly tried to stuff him in her mouth, remembering what Blair told her about trying to relax and move her tong. Slowly she worked on the head, her pig tails bouncing with every head movement. Soul “placed his hand on the back of her head. “Good girl, keep going, just like that, now give me your hand.” She gently placed her laced hand in his as he put in on his shaft. The fabric warm from her touch slid up and down as she worked him. Maka went as deep as she could and kissed, leaving a black lipstick ring halfway down his shaft. She gagged, pulling up as Soul gently moved her bangs out of her face. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He said while she tried to breathe. “Sorry I’m not very good.” She admitted timidly. “No, you’re amazing. Now it’s my turn.”
“Off.” He commanded, standing up and pulling on her dress. Maka grabbed the hem of her dress with both arms as he began pulling her dress over her head revealing her cute pale skin. He finished undressing himself before laying on top he her. His hands slowly feeling evert inch of her soft skin as he kissed her deeply. “That tiny mouth of yours is to die for.” He kissed while playing with her left breast. “T-Thanks- “she began shyly “Shh” he interrupted with another tongue filled kiss, slowly working every inch of her face, down to her neck, her breast, stomach, before stopping just blow her pelvis. He grinned his sharp white teeth. “Are you ready kitten?” he asked slowly kissing he inner thighs. “mmhmm” she moaned, twitching from anticipation as his hot breath hit her. “I love you” his kissed, softly at first, before moving his tongue in. “She squirmed, rocking her hips into his mouth, aching for his touch. “Oh Soul, please don’t stop” She moaned grabbing a pillow to hold onto for dear life. He had no intention of stopping until he felt her tighten up before completely relaxing. Talking to her through every second of it, about how long he’s been dying to bring her this much pleasure.
Maka shook, clearly oversensitive as Soul pulled away. He gave her on last kiss before asking “What do you think Blair got us?” I don’t know-. She huffed trying to catch her breath. Soul opens the little black bag that had fallen on the floor in the commotion and spills it on the bed for Maka to see. “Looks like some condoms and lube.” “Good because I don’t know how that thing is going to fit in me.” She joked in between kissing him. Soul rolled the condom on, making sure to leave some room and the end before, *snap* the condom broke. “Let me see.” Maka took the box and opened another condom. She admired it for a second before unraveling and stretching it out. She than took some Lube and rubbed it on herself, wincing at the temperature change for a second before putting some on the condom. Soul couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His innocent little making lubing up herself and a condom right in front of him. “Come here big boy~” she sang as presented himself for her. Slowly she rolled it down his cock, burning with anticipation as to where it was about to go.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” He said laying on top of her. Maka loved the feeling of his weight on top of her. Pinging her down to the bed like his toy. I’m totally his. She smiled too herself. “Just go-slow baby, I love you.” She kissed him deeply as he tried to line himself up with her. After a few awkward unsuccessful slips she took his cock and gently guided him right up to her. She was so hot, he wasn’t sure if it was the lube or her own wetness that he felt as he pushed agents her. Maka swore he would have pushed her head into the headboard if he wasn’t pinning her down. Finally, he got the head inside her.” “Wait” she said. Soul stopped, allowing Maka to adjust to something she has never felt before. “Relax baby” he kissed, “just tell me when to move”. Maka wrapped her arms around him before nodding. He lowered his forehead onto hers and stared into her pretty green eyes as he gently began to move back and forth. “MM you’re so good” So cries as he rhythmically moves a bit deeper with every thrust. Maka feels like her organs are shifting around as she grips him so tight her nails leave marks on his back. She can feel it, a ball building in her lower stomach as she hangs on to dear life. Soul feels it too as the all-so-tight Maka suddenly isn’t so impenetrable.
Maka opens her eyes and smiles, she admires the hungry red eyes that devour her. I want to make Soul feel as good as possible. “wait” she says as soul slowly pulls out. “I want to try something.” She kisses him as she grabs the condom and pulls it off. “Are you sure?” He ask’s unable to prosses what she just did.” I’m sure… if it happens, I want it to happen with you. I love you.” She said before slowly climbing on top of him. “I love you to.” Soul moans as Maka slowly lowers herself on top of him. Every inch feels like a mile until her own black lipstick mark is inside her. “How do you hold yourself up?” Maka asks admiring Soul’s core strength as she struggles to hold herself up. “Just sit-down baby.” Souls says grabbing her wait as she fits perfectly into his lap. She tries, wondering if she’ll survive the impalement as he suddenly thrust into her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Shh she cuts him off. Falling onto his chest as he catches her. They kiss as soul slowly moves one hand on her breast as he cups her ass with the other. Constantly bouncing Maka on his lap like she’s his little girl. Soul keeps going in between kisses and groups from both sides until suddenly he feels something build up inside him. Maka I’m going to- “Inside” she huffs “Do it inside!” as she hungerly takes every drop inside her.
Soul collapses onto of her as they both smile. “I want to fuck your throat.” He confesses as the break of from a minute long kiss. “Tomorrow.” She promises as they fall asleep exactly how they are.
You can either submit it via ask (especially if you want to do so anonymously!), or just post it as a tumblr post and tag #SoMaNutvember / #SoMaNutvember2025 for us to reblog it! We also have a collection on AO3 if you wish to post your work on AO3, and simply link it on your post as well (although AO3 is not mandatory).
Upon further inspection, we also now have submissions open, although there doesn't appear to be a way to use the read-more function with these kinds of posts (Tumblr, why?). You're free to do any of these, including just leaving an ask with a link to your work on another site!
This is still our first year so kinks are expected (heh), but otherwise, hope that helps!
And all through the fandom, all the creatures were stirring because tomorrow is the DAY! If you missed the official info post with all the deets, you can find it here. Our askbox is open, as always, for any questions that may arise before the event, so don't be shy if you're unsure about anything - ask away!
Remember to use the event tags, #SoMaNutvember and #SoMaNutvember2025, or tag this blog directly so that we can find your work and reblog it for support. As well, you can add any works posted to Ao3 to the official SoMa Nutvember collection!
One additional rule that we neglected to mention in the original post - the use of AI is strictly prohibited. We will not reblog any entries that were generated, in whole or in part, with the use of AI. Any fics on Ao3 found to be AI-generated will be removed from the collection.
Go forth and indulge in all the smutty goodness! We can't wait to see your creations.
Welcome one and all to a brand new Soul Eater fandom event - SoMa Nutvember! We are not affiliated with the previous SoMa NSFW Week from days of yore, but much like that original event, the purpose of our event is to celebrate the pairing of Soul and Maka through the creation and promotion of erotic fandom works. Whether you’re an artist or a writer or a little bit of both, if you ship SoMa, we welcome you to join in the smutty fun. Here’s a quick and dirty rundown of how it works:
Are there prompts?
Nope! For our first year, we won’t be supplying any official prompts. Anything smutty or kinky goes - let your imaginations run wild!
When does the event take place?
Posting will begin on Monday, November 17, and will run through till the end of Nutvember November. You can share your submissions on Tumblr, Ao3, Twitter, or wherever else your heart desires, but if you want us to reblog it, be sure to use the tag #SoMaNutvember2025 (or tag us directly in your post!) We will happily reblog your entry. There will also be an official Ao3 collection for the event (stay tuned for more info on that soon!)
Are there any other rules to be aware of?
Obviously, due to the nature of the event, we do require that participants be over the age of 18. In addition to that, we also ask participants to please be respectful of other creators and not engage in any kinkshaming or harassment of any kind.
Does my submission have to be smutty?
While the event does intend to center fanworks with erotic/sexually explicit themes, we acknowledge that everyone’s personal smut preferences vary. We will welcome works from all across the heat spectrum - from tasteful nudity to hardcore kinkplay and everything in between (though we do encourage you to tag your works appropriately).
What if I’m shy but I still kind of want to participate?
Do not dismay! If you would like to participate anonymously, you can submit your written works through an anonymous ask to our blog (unfortunately tumblr does not allow anon asks with images, so this is only an option for written submissions).
Other questions not covered here? Feel free to drop us a line in the ask box. We look forward to seeing everyone’s creativity!
