Rietta89

I have been rather lax in cross-posting to Dreamwidth, but black_bentley and I were so struck by the smut potential of so many of the Whumptober tags that we have decided to recycle them into Smutvember! Whether I'll actually manage to post something every day with my upcoming travel remains to be seen, but I intend to give it a damn good go.

Days one and two I posted directly to AO3 as both were arguably a proper fic:

Day One: race against the clock
Small Acts of Mercy: 2k words, E rating, Ginger/EvS
Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Evil Scientist, EvS is a gentleman
When a less-than-scupulous colleague begins an interrogation on von Stalhein's behalf, Erich is left with one option.


Day Two: role reversal
(A bit of a cheat as I wrote this over a year ago, inspired by the AU Fest 2023 tags, but since the potential to add chapters is there, it seemed sensible to post it now.)
A Bonding Experience: 2k words, M rating, Mullen/Mahoney
Tags: PWP, Military Bond, Sex Magick, Initiation Rites
"Well." Mullen cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's a way of connecting a soldier to his comrades--designed to create a sense of unity, increase loyalty, that sort of thing."
Shortly after his arrival at 266, Mahoney is called upon to participate in some unexpected rites.


Day Three: "I warned you."
(Cheating again because I feel a bit under the weather tonight, so this is both a loose interpretation of the prompt, and a WIP snippet instead of original words, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.)
Pairing: Biggles/EvS
Timeframe: Pre-Hatchet SAP era

Biggles grinned. “Less of the lip, thanks,” he said, and spanked von Stalhein again.

He could get used to that sound, he decided: the crack of flesh on flesh and the gasp of surprised pleasure that ensued.

Von Stalhein said nothing this time, merely raising an insouciant eyebrow, and the third slap followed with greater rapidity and a touch more force.

The fourth, Biggles deliberately placed lower, almost across the top of von Stalhein’s thighs, earning himself the loudest gasp yet and a single guttural word that could only be a German curse.

“I thought I told you to watch your lip?” he said severely, bringing his hand down a fifth time.

Von Stalhein’s lips parted in a feral snarl of a smile. “Of course, because you enjoy your men quiet and passive and willing to do everything you say.”

Biggles had to concede he had a point.

“Well, you’ve got the last part right, at least,” he agreed and delivered slap number six, following it immediately by a soothing caress from a now-gentle hand. “Now—how do you like your men?”

Von Stalhein propped himself on his elbows, craning around to meet Biggles’ eye.

“Bossy and self-righteous and unerringly persistent—why else do you think you’re here?”