#smutlander

[aka-the-t-rollo-p]

You Owe Me James Fraser by @ramonax1988 

(no longer active under that url)

Very Hot Claire x Jamie 

Modern AU BDSM Claire is a Dom.....

AO3 Link  by RamonaX

[ladyviolethummingbird]

Closes eyes and presses post...

Ok, so up until 3 months ago I’d never written anything, but I’m a big believer in challenging oneself. So, with that in mind I’ve had a go at writing something for week 1 of #smutlander. I haven’t shown anyone this, frankly I’m so self conscious about my writing that even looking for a beta seems daunting! I’ve never even written a kiss before, but I figured if I want my stories to involve anything more than hand-holding it’s time to push outside the comfort zone. Thank you @thelallybrochlibrary @abbydebeaupreposts @katnoenau for putting together your workshop :-) Apologies to all if this reads like bad Mills & Boon!

AMIDST THE FERNS

(Set after the below passage, ch.16 of Outlander, ‘One Fine Day’)

He nodded towards an opening in the trees, not taking his eyes off me. “I havena got a haystack about me, but there’s a fair patch of bracken yonder. If ye’d care to practise, just to get the way of it…?’

Still holding hands, he led me towards the sun-dappled clearing. Despite being in the 18th century for months now, it felt fantastical to be contemplating making love outdoors without fear of interruption from a bus-load of tourists or some ill-timed picnickers. Never breaking our contact, Jamie sat on the springy grass and drew me into his lap. The gentleness in his eyes made me feel safe and when he began to kiss his way down my neck I sighed with pleasure. If my levels of comfort with Jamie were increasing, so to were his in removing my clothes. Where he had been cautious and unsure the night before, he was now emboldened with an enthusiasm that made his desire clear. As each new area of skin was exposed he pressed soft kisses, leaving tingling in his wake. In a matter of minutes he’d managed to disrobe us both; the shyness I’d felt earlier melting away like the morning’s mist. Mindful of not wanting to again crush me with his large frame, Jamie laid me gently on my back before moving over me. Our faces level, he bent and brought his lips to mine. I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss, becoming lost in the sensations created by both his mouth and body. Abruptly he pulled back.

“What is it?” I asked, confused by the contradicting actions.

He looked at me with awe and smiled.

“It's just…I canna believe ye’re really here with me. That ye’re really my wife”

“Yes, I am.”

I smiled myself. More than ready to move forward I hooked my leg around him, bringing his hips flush with mine. His smile turning to a grin, he entered me in a single thrust and I groaned in satisfaction. Any thoughts of my past life vanished when I was with Jamie like this. His physical presence surrounded me body and soul and I was conscious only of the responses he brought forth in me. His hands felt like they were everywhere and perhaps they were; moving from my collarbone to breasts, down my sides and then grabbing a firm hold of my backside as he increased his pace. I could feel myself getting close as my back arched off the grass and my breathing became shallow. Swearing as my climax hit, the pleasurable sensation flowed throughout my body. Jamie pressed his face into my neck and followed me, his soft sigh a mixture of strength and vulnerability all at once.

Kissing my cheek, Jamie rolled us so he was on his back and I was snuggled into his chest. Content that I was safely ensconced in his arms, his body relaxed and soon after I heard the soft snore of a man well satisfied. Breathing deeply, the scents of summer all around us, my own lids grew heavy. Drifting towards sleep, my body and heart knew the truth that my brain was still struggling to accept. That in this moment there was no other time to return to, there was no other man waiting for me. In this moment there was only Jamie; real, present and mine.

[whiskynottea]

The End of the World

This was written for Smutlander’s prompt by @thelallybrochlibrary​, ‘First kiss’. 

It is Jenny’s and Ian’s first kiss in the Thermodynamics AU, and it’s dedicated to @muykonos who is muy especial and writes the most wonderful modern Jenny and Ian, in the True North. 

Thanks to my OOT-sisters for all their help. ❤️

“So, are ye coming?”

She was looking at him, her slanted blue eyes glimmering under the morning sun, the tilt of her head challenging him.

Jenny Fraser.

‘Your friend, Jenny Fraser,’ he amended.

Ian shrugged, as nonchalantly as he could, and moved his bicycle towards the gate of Lallybroch.

Alone with Jenny for the whole ride.

When had things changed?

He could remember her around, since he remembered himself. Playing in Lallybroch’s garden, telling stories in the big living room, going to school together with their bags heavy on their shoulders. She was there to correct his mistakes in English, he was there to help her with Math. He saw her crumble at her mother’s funeral and held her small frame when Jamie’s attention was on their da. He saw her mourning and he offered solace, silent and patient, waiting for the hidden sobs inside her to emerge to the surface. She should be the strong person in the house, to support her men. But with him, she just needed to be herself.

In all their lives, their feet stepped next to each other leaving parallel traces as they discovered the world. She was his friend and his best friend’s sister, always a companion.

Until one day, he passed by her bedroom on his way to Jamie’s, and he saw something totally different. Not a daughter, a sister, a friend. She had become just Jenny. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was staring at the painting on her easel, a brush hovering indecisive over the canvas.

That quiet September afternoon, Ian’s heart banged so hard against his rib cage that he thought all the house had heard it. And from that moment, he couldn’t look at her without running a hand through his hair while trying to play it cool or wracking his brain to find something to say to Jamie, just to take his eyes off her.

He was playing with fire and he knew it.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw her dark hair flying around her face, her mouth curled up in a soft smile. It was their first Sunday ride without Jamie, who had stayed back at home burning with fever in the middle of summer. Biting his lips so hard that it was painful, he turned his gaze away from her.

They rode their bikes slowly on the uneven road, frightening the birds in front of them and raising clouds of dust behind. He let her ride in front of him when the path got narrow, and he forgot to breathe, looking at the proud posture, the narrow shoulders, the slim waist, the round ass…

Focus, mate. Check the trees. Trees are safe to look at.

Although safe, trees were boring to look at, and Ian’s gaze soon traveled back to her with an ease, as if she was the only one who deserved being looked at.

“What’s up?” She asked, decreasing her speed to ride along with him once the path got wide again.

“Nothing,” he said, eyes fixed on the road, feeling his cheeks burn crimson.

“Race to the creek?” She asked and sped up, her mischievous blue eyes and sleek dark hair capturing his attention together with his heart.

“Not fair!” He shouted his objection and followed her with a huge grin.

She went down the hill, her feet pedaling fast, as if she could ride the wind. He didn’t care if he’d lose the race - lose everything - just to listen to her laugh. That joyful sound that made the bird’s melodies sound like a cacophony in his ears.

He saw it all. The wheel trembling under her hands, the rock standing arrogant in the middle of the path and the pothole sly at the side, the bike losing traction. Jenny on the ground.

Her surprised scream made his heart stop.

Her name came out of his mouth a frightened shout. She raised her head and found his eyes, fingers curling around her ankle, unshed tears in her eyes. Ian rushed to her side, kneeling.

“God, Jen,” he whispered, taking in the blood on her hands and knees. “Are ye alright?”

“Aye, tis okay. I’m fine,” she said, while checking if she indeed was. “Just got scared.”

He moved her hair away from her sweaty forehead and cleaned her scraped knees and the palms of her hands with water. Once he was done, he took her in his arms, and leaving their bicycles behind he started walking back to Lallybroch. Her hands were twined behind his neck and he could feel her soft breath on his neck, the thin frame in his arms, the scent of flowers in her perfume. It was about three minutes later, that she demanded he let her walk. Ian was adamant at the beginning. But she kept talking. And talking.

“I’m telling you this for the last time, Ian Murray. I’m fine! Tis naught but a few scratches, is all.”

With a frustrated huff he lowered her down, making sure she could stand on her feet. She did, but didn’t take her hands off him.

They were close. He could almost feel her breasts brush against his chest, her breathing fast and shallow. His hand settled on the small of her back as if on its own volition, pulling her closer.

And still not close enough. Jenny raised her head, blue eyes looking at him in a way they had never done before. Unbarred and vulnerable and yet, so strong.

Swallowing the fear and the panic that stuck in his throat and ignoring his clamorous heart, Ian bent his head slowly and took her bottom lip in his. He lost half of his life in the seconds that took Jenny to open her mouth, her fingers winding through his hair to keep him in place. He lost the other half when he felt her tongue searching for his.

That was it. It was the end of the world as they knew it.

[yarnings]

In the Usual Fashion of a Normally Healthy Young Man

The NSFW story below illustrates why I don’t attempt to write smut more often. If this were properly written, the fact that it takes place in Chapter 24 of the first book wouldn’t be relevant, nor would the fact that it isn’t actually canon compliant. However, I think it’s likely that you will still be paying enough attention to notice those things, so I thought they should be mentioned.

The full moon shining through the window of our room was illuminating our bed as I woke in the middle of the night. Out of habit, I glanced over at Jamie and noticed that he was also awake, and intently watching me.

I knew that look.

Telling him to stay in bed to rest his ankle may have not been the wisest plan. Even finally convincing him that I had meant for him to sleep had apparently just resulted in him being wide awake in the middle of the night.

I found myself facing a dilemma. I was a tad bit sore at the moment, due to Jamie’s initial interpretation of me telling him to stay in bed, on top of our usual bedroom activities. On the other hand, I didn’t particularly have the self-control to tell him no.

Jamie noticed I was awake, and a slow smile spread across his face. He bent down to give me a thorough kiss, and despite my soreness I felt myself reacting to it, and moaned in response to his tongue against mine, and his busy hands roaming across my torso. Reminding myself that I would not like the consequences if this continued, I broke the kiss.

“Jaime, I’m too sore. We were too enthusiastic earlier.”

“Weel then, Sassenach. We’ll have to come up with something else,” he said, kissing his way down my neck between words. “D’ye remember our wedding night? Right after ye explained about how ye… mmmph?”

I cast my mind back, and felt my arousal growing at the thought of taking him in my mouth again, at the feel of his soft skin sliding through my lips and past my teeth. I started to fit action to thought, but he stopped me.

“No’ that far after. D’ye remember, ye said ye’d show me what to do to make sure it happened again?”

I remembered, of course, but was rather confused. Jamie certainly had no need of the promised instruction; he had done quite a good job of figuring out what to do on his own. I looked at him, bewildered, and noticed a glint in his eye. Ah, that was what he was up to. Well, I knew how to play that game. Nodding my acquiescence, I slowly peeled the sheet off of me. Jamie’s eyes hungrily followed my hand as I revealed my naked body. I leaned against the wall, to take as much advantage of what light the moon cast, and spread my thighs. I affected* a prim tone and proceeded to give as dry a lecture as I could, considering the circumstances.

“Let us start with the mons veneris and the labia majora,” I said, running my fingers along each part as I mentioned it. The hungry look in Jamie’s eyes intensified. “These are the most visually obvious, after the breasts of course. They are not as sensitive as other parts, but are still more sensitive and responsive to touch. Next, we have the labia minora. As the name suggests, this is an ideal spot for kissing.” Between the touch of my own fingers, and the looks Jamie was giving me, I was losing my ability to keep up my disinterested façade. After watching my run my fingers around a bit more,  Jamie leaned forward and touched me with precision, and wiggled his finger just a little bit. “And what would this be called, Sassenach?”  I gasped. “Oh God. Jamie. Don’t stop.” He pulled his finger back and grinned at me. Bastard. “Are ye no’ going to answer my question?” “That,” I said shortly, “is the clitoris. But perhaps we should switch to a hands-on practice.”

Without the distance afforded to me by my acting, I wasn’t entirely sure I could continue putting on a show for Jamie, so instead I grabbed the hand that was still hovering in front of me, and put it back where it had been. I slowly moved it in a circle, varying the pressure it was applying. I brought his other hand to my breast, and he instinctively grabbed it, caressing the breast and working his way to my nipple, which he gently pinched and tugged at.

As I lost myself in the touch of his hands, Jamie continued to move his fingers skilfully. At some point, he replaced the fingers on my nipple with his tongue and ­– oh god – his teeth. I was vaguely aware that he moved the hand he had freed down between his own legs, took hold, and started stroking himself. But it was then that I shuddered, and cried out, and lost myself in a wave of sensation.

When I opened my eyes, Jamie was very still beside me, with an expression of pleasure on his face. He opened his eyes, and looked at me. Pulling me to him, he kissed me gently.

“Thank you, Sassenach. I feel much more knowledgeable now.” I rolled my eyes and kissed him back, then settled my head into the hollow of his shoulder. He pulled the sheet up over us, and I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

*do you know how flaming hard it is to get good info on whether you’re supposed to use affected or effected there? If you have good grounds to know that I’m wrong PLEASE tell me. (So much of what’s online stops at “affect is a verb, effect is a noun”, and “simplistic to the point where it’s wrong” really doesn’t cover this usage.)

[notameeksassenach]

Absolution

This is my submission for the @thelallybrochlibrary ‘s Smutlander Workshop Week 1. (Yes, I’m aware I’m behind. Life got in the way)

Prompt: In a drabble form (100-500 words) rewrite one of your favorite sex scenes from the books or the show.

Outlander - Chapter 40 - Absolution

I awoke with a start, not expecting to see Jamie’s form standing over my cot. Shaking my head to clear the remnants of sleep, I tried to make sense of why he was in my room, rather than his own. Noticing the tremor that shook through his battered body, I moved aside wordlessly, lifting the blanket to allow him access. Skin flushed from sleep, I welcomed the cool feeling of his body against mine. Wrapping my arms around his frame, I cradled him to my breast. I wanted nothing more than to take away all his pain. Not merely physical, but mental and emotional as well.

As if he were responding to my thoughts, he sought sanctuary between my legs. Opening myself up to him, I wordlessly allowed him to take what he needed from my body. Pushing my pleasure aside, I wanted only to comfort him.

Jamie took his time, tiptoeing between pleasure and pain as he rocked his hips into mine. I feared that he had not recovered enough, and began to match his movements with my own. I could feel his good hand tracing the curves of my body. I moaned slightly, enjoying the feeling. Slowly I was beginning to get pieces of my husband back.

It wasn’t long before Jamie began to tire, and I did my best to help guide him closer to his climax. Moments later I could feel his surrender to the pleasure. I could feel him tremble all around me as he filled me, bringing me to my peak as well.

Placing a kiss just below my ear, he nested into the crook of my neck. He sighed in contentment and promptly fell asleep. I followed suit not long after, wrapped in his arms, with him, still wrapped deep within me.

[aweesassenachlassie]

My blog has become Smutlander today for some reason... 🤭🔥😍

#SorryNotSorry 😬🤷🏼‍♀️

[notameeksassenach]

Last Night / First Kiss

Week 2 - @thelallybrochlibrary ‘s Smutlander Workshop

Prompt: This week, write about a first kiss.

Taking a look around, Geillis Duncan took stock of her surroundings. Dark, dank, musty, and filled with rats large enough to own their own croft. Sighing, she mentally chastised herself for allowing herself to end up in this predicament. Given her knowledge of witch trials, she should have known better to cover her tracks. Nevertheless, she would find a way out of this situation. This was just another obstacle in her overall mission. Nothing that could keep Geillis Duncan down.

Especially since she knew that there was someone outside of the hole that would come looking for her. She knew deep down in her soul that Dougal would come for her. There was nothing that man wouldn’t do for her. Add to the mix the fact that she was carrying his bairn, Geillis’ was sure he would be coming. As she watched the sunset in the distance, she was sure that they would be released come first light.

“We’ll no be here long, Claire,” Geillis said matter of factly. “Dougal will come for us.”

“No, he won’t.” came Claire’s response.

“Yes, he will.” Geillis retorted, standing her ground. Dougal would come for them.

“Jamie said that Dougal told Colum all about your affair and the baby. Colum banished him. Sent him to his wife’s funeral and commanded that he stay away. And sent Jamie with him. No one is coming, Geillis.”

Crossing her arms, Claire glared at Geillis. It was all her fault after all that she had been caught up in this witch hunt. She had merely attempted to warn her before the wardens arrived. Jamie had been right. She should have stayed clear of Geillis Duncan.

She could tell that Geillis truly believed that she would be saved by her lover. It was evident by the sudden loss of color in her face when Claire told her of Dougal’s sudden departure. Claire couldn’t help but feel for her. The world as Geillis knew it was falling down around her. She watched as Geillis wrapped her arms around herself, sinking until she came into contact with a cleft in the rocks. Without saying a word, Claire joined her, hoping to give her some sense of solace as her mind tried to make sense of her reality. As Claire shivered beside her, Geillis broke herself from her thoughts, placing a hand on Claire's leg.

“There’s no use worrying anymore tonight, Claire.” Geillis began to busy herself with finding a suitable place to rest her head. Once she found a spot large enough for not only herself, but Claire as well, she reached a hand towards the other woman.

“Lie near me. It’ll be warmer.”

Taking the offered hand in her own, Claire made the move to position herself next to Geillis. Glad for the added warmth that another human body would provide on this cold night. She was beginning to wonder if burning at the stake wouldn’t be a better way to go, as opposed to freezing to death.

Wrapping her arm around Claire’s slender waist, Geillis pulled her closer.

“I willna bite ye, Claire. But ye need to move closer if ye want to keep warm.”

It helped to ease Geillis’ mind that she wasn’t alone in all this. For the first time since being thrown into the thieves hold, Geillis was happy to have Claire there with her. There was something about the other woman, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. They had become fast friends when Claire arrived at Castle Leoch, but it went deeper than that. Geillis has always admired Claire's porcelain skin, the way her hair had a life all its own.

There were many things that you could blame it on. Pregnancy hormones, the threat of death, the need for a human connection. That is if you wanted to something to blame. Maybe she wasn’t looking for an excuse, but rather just a moment to forget the reality she currently found herself in. To feel that connection once more before the inevitability of her death at the stake. That rush of emotion you only get from another person.

Grabbing Claire by the shoulders, she turned her body, so that they now faced one another. She smiled to herself when Claire snuggled deeper into her embrace. Now that she was holding the woman in her arms, she didn’t want to let her go. They laid there accepting the comfort that each other was offering. And just before surrendering to the peacefulness of sleep, Geillis’ lips found Claire’s. The kiss was chaste, one of exploring, of seeking. In that simple kiss, both found the compassion they would need to make it through the night.

[thelallybrochlibrary]

Smutlander Workshop - Week 3: Vocab

Alright ladies, we have arrived at the vocabulary bit of this workshop. To be honest with you, while doing research for this week, I thought I would find a list of words to never use when writing sex scenes; but guess what, I didn’t. There are some posts about words that people don’t like, but there really aren’t any that have a definitive black list. And I think I know why . . . 

Word choice is all about personal preference!

Yesterday’s post looking for input proved that to me! There were some cringeworthy vocab terms thrown out there that I totally agreed with, and others that I didn’t.

So what can you do to try and keep your readers from exclaiming “Oh god no!” while reading your smut? Here are some bits of advice . . . 

#1 Use words that you would use/say in real life. This will help to make your smut more believable in the long run. It is also something that personal preferences play into a lot.

#2 Know your moment. The language you would use for a BDSM fic is entirely different than the language you would use in a first time/virgins fic.

#3 Know your characters. Even though we’re writing fanfiction based on established characters, we add or subtract traits that may make their word usage change from fic to fic.

#4 Research, research, research! Below we provide some great links for language you can use. Browse through them and see how you can switch things up a bit from the norm without being cringeworthy.

#5 Ask for feedback! We’ve been stressing using a beta for smut, and will continue to do so! Ask someone to read your smut and to tell you if any of the language feels off. A good beta relationship will consist of open communication and they should be able to explain why a word choice just isn’t right.

#6 Write what YOU like/enjoy. This should be a given in anything you write, but especially in smut. If there’s a word you like to describe something, use it! If there’s one you absolutely hate, don’t use it! Again, it’s all coming back to personal preference!

References and Guides

These are some of the best guides we found while doing research for this post. We highly recommended browsing them because they don’t just contain various words for penis, vagina, breasts, etc, but also terms and adjectives you can use to help set the mood in your smut pieces.

Adrianna’s Sensual Thesaurus

Language In Smut

500 Great Words for Writing Love Scenes

Sex In The Romance

Prompt: We’re going to have some fun this week - mad libs style smut!

Fill in the following paragraph with the words you would use when writing smut. We didn’t put the type of word because we didn’t want to set limitations on where this could go!

Get creative! Check out one of the thesauruses above and really diverge from the usual!

But also make sure it’s something that wouldn’t make you cringe while reading it!

Bonus points awarded if you add in any extra adjectives, descriptions, or even full sentences to make it that much hotter and smuttier!

Post it! You can either reblog this post or create a whole new one, but remember to tag it as #smutlander for all to see!

Jamie grabs her _____ and spreads her _____, giving her a long, thoughtful lick all along _____. Jamie inhales. So does she. His tongue dips inside her _____ and he moans at the taste. He sinks his fingers deep into her _____ as he flicks his tongue over her _____. He cries out in surprise when he feels Claire’s wide tongue flattening along his _____. Jamie rears back watches as Claire’s mouth opens wide, sucking his _____ firmly into her mouth, stroking and licking her way down to his _____ and back again.  Jamie reaches a finger into her _____ and presses it upward with sure precision. Claire thrusts her _____ against his hand, urging him deeper. Claire’s mouth bobs up and down Jamie’s slickened _____. Claire begins to shake as her _____ overtakes her.  As her heart beat slows she feels the press of his hands on her head, urgent. “Please, Sassenach, I’m so close!” He begs. She sucks him deeply into her mouth, both hands stroking his _____. With a low, deep groan Jamie cries out and shakes as he floods her mouth with his _____.

Have fun with this one ladies!

Yours in smut, @abbydebeaupreposts and @theministerskat