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Get Arthur & Gwen Laid Campaign




It was the tug, then the slide -

A husked, "Guinevere -

Her breath hitched, her hand dropped and his panting was hot and damp against her neck.



Premise: Arthur and Gwen should have sex. Happy sex, silly sex, angry sex, comfort sex. In the bed, on the table, against a wall, on the throne, against a tree, in the kitchen, in Gwen's house, on the training field. Naked, half dressed, with leather, with toys, because of swords, because of dresses, because of their burning and ardent and eternal love, because they just really, really want to.

Write a drabble, vignette, fic, or epic. Do a sketch, a comic, a painting, a masterpiece. Manip to imply, to tease, to cause fandom-wide blushing.

Whether you play by your username or anonymously, your smutty contributions are well wanted. Be sentimental, sweet, or saucy. Flirty, fast, or filthy. Anything, just so long as Gwen and Arthur get laid!

RULES

1) One prompt per comment, but leave as many prompts as you like
      - Kinks list
      - Image/visual prompts welcome (note: link is very much NSFW)
      - Music prompts welcome
2) When prompting, please check to make sure you're not repeating someone else's
3) Prompts can be filled as many times as inspires
4) Works don't have to be smutty; if a prompt inspires you to something else, run with it.
5) Warn for things like incest, bestiality, noncon/dubcon, abuse, death, violence, etc. Basically anything that could potentially be a trigger, please act on the safe side and warn for it.
6) No hating on people's kinks. If it's not to your taste, scroll on to something that is
7) And when commenting on fic where a kink is not something you usually go for, try and be courteous. Saying "eww, golden showers are gross but you made it not-gross!" is not particualrly complimentary to either the prompt leaver or filler.
8) Absolutely no character bashing
9) OT3/4/5/6/everyone scenarios are welcome, so long as Arthur/Gwen is central to it
10) Warn for spoilers in your subject line
11) Anonymous commenting is turned on
12) No RPF please!
13) Fanartists and fanvidders are adored
14) Most importantly:

GET ARTHUR AND GWEN LAID!


Coding, if you feel so inclined as to promote:



With ♥,
- la_esmeralda_ & kepp0xy~


Gwen grinned, her eyes gleaming in the shadows of the alcove.

"Shh, Arthur," she said, and pushed him against the wall. She inched her hand down the plane of his chest.

"Shh," she said, and slid down.




Delectably smutty contributions thus far

Prompts in need of love and affection (compiled by the delightful fly_to_dawn

Comments

(Anonymous)
Oct. 10th, 2010 10:12 pm (UTC)
Gwen rides Arthur's thigh (or chest or wherever) and gets Arthur off with a handjob
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 12th, 2010 01:39 pm (UTC)
the one with the camp fire
This actually started out as a response to another prompt, but halfway through I realized this is the one it wanted to be. Also, first time writing in this fandom, hope they're not too OOC.

***

'What is it with you and getting kidnapped?'

Arthur's voice is a murmur, a vibration in the air mixing admonition and fondness with the soothing crackle of their camp fire.

The night is warm enough for them to probably go without it, but there's no moon to relieve the darkness of the forest around them and he needed something to do while she tried her best to fix her damaged clothes.

Last time this had happened she'd been wearing Morgana's silks, delicate pieces of cloth that did not tear and thus did not compromise her modesty. Figures it would be her own rougher, supposedly sturdier skirts that would tear in such inconvenient ways.

Then again, the few strips of fabric she managed to salvage were put to good use when Arthur decided her wounds needed cleaning and dressing even though they were just a collection of scratches that would scab over in a matter of days, so maybe not all was lost.

'You should rest', she says, ignoring the question. The implications.

He doesn't. 'I'm sorry, Gwen', his whisper is closer by her ear, forehead pressing gently against her temple. 'I shouldn't have kissed you like that' A pause. 'No, wait. I shouldn't have kissed you like that in such a public place'.

His face is so close, his breath hot on her cheek. All of him so close, too close. Alive and solid and right there. 'I shouldn't have let you kiss me like that in such a public place, Sire', she teases.

He sighs, puts his fingers on the bruise exposed by her wrecked skirt and prods gently. Her leg tenses.

'It hurts', he says but doesn't move away and Gwen's whole world shrinks to that point of contact, four little dots of warmth on her cool skin. It feels illicit even in this darkness, in this solitude. Her heart stutters.

'It does. But that's not it', her face grows hot at her admission, Gwen imagines her cheeks coloring as Arthur takes his time catching her meaning. Suddenly his breathing stops and she knows. Knows this is when it all changes, wants it with every inch of her skin, every beat of her heart.

Arthur slides his fingers upwards until his whole hand is pressed against her shin, almost touching her knee. The fire continues to talk to itself, crickets sing in the darkness around them and Arthur's breathing resumes, deep and controlled. Expectant. Gwen turns and finds his lips with hers.

Sharp intake of breath, blind fumble as they shift to better angle their bodies, Arthur's hands going to tangle in her curls, keeping her close to his mouth as his tongue dances with hers. Gwen's blood sings through her veins, rushing to accommodate her increased heartbeat, her sudden breathlessness. She wants more.

'Gwen', he husks, half warning, half plea when she guides his hand back to her leg, higher on her thigh this time. On the inside.

By the firelight and this close, she can see how his eyes darken, the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallows. She's sure she can see the moment he makes his decision. Gently, oh so gently, Arthur hikes his fingers farther up her leg dragging her dress along. Gwen feels like dying, like freezing time right here where his eyes are locked with hers and the weight of that look feels somehow more intimate than his hand finally reaching it's destination. The heat in his eyes sears itself into her memory, leaving afterimages in the backs of her eyelids when she closes her eyes.

'Gwen', he whispers again, buries his face in her neck and presses against her center with his open palm, his other hand splayed over her lower back, keeping her close. God, she can feel herself growing wet for him and the thought of him feeling her as well fires her into action.
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 12th, 2010 02:31 pm (UTC)
the one with the camp fire pt 2
'Wait...', she shifts again. 'Let me-' she's on her knees in front of him, Arthur's tongue snakes out to wet his lips and then he reaches for her, kisses her again, hungry and messy as he puts his hand back where it was, growing bolder his fingers push her undergarments aside to stroke her skin and make her whimper at this first, hesitant touch.

Gwen breaks the kiss and nibbles her way down his throat, tasting salt and heat, breathing in leather and sweat and woodsmoke. She wants to tell him she likes that scent, that she's glad he came to get her back home again, that he's a fool for coming alone, that she loves him and thought she'd die without ever telling him. But he speaks first.

'Uh. How do you-?' he clears his throat. 'I mean, do you-? Er...'

She laughs then, loud and free. He looks slightly embarrassed and she loves him so much right now she thinks she might burst.

'Like this', she says, voice darker than she though it would be, and guides his hand to where she needs it, moves her hips to aid in the process and moans quietly when he slips a finger inside her without prompting.

When she looks at him again, Arthur's looking right back, he's got this expression on his face, something like awe and eagerness maybe, that tugs at her, draws her in and makes her want to see what else she can make him look like. He's pumping his finger now, in and out, slowly and carefully, keeping his thumb pressed to the little sensitive nub she taught him where to find and dear God, she shouldn't want more. Knows she's not supposed to have more, maybe not even this much. But then Arthur adds a second finger and she forgets to worry about impossibilities and shoulds and shouldn'ts.

Still, her boldness has limits and so she finds she can't look him in the eye when she asks Arthur to tell her how he does it.

Arthur says nothing, a man of action, he splays his legs a bit further apart and takes her hand to put it on his crotch. Somehow she didn't expect him to be this hard already, the outline of him clear through the cloth of his pants, Gwen runs her fingers over that line, spying his reaction from under her eyelashes. He pulls his fingers from inside her and begins to trace her folds in the same way she does his erection, wicked little smirk on his face.

As enjoyable as this all is, she's had enough teasing already, and if the trembling of his thighs is any indication, so has he. He's holding back, she can tell, and that won't do. Gwen fumbles with the ties of his britches and stills Arthur's incoming protest ('Gwen, you-')when her hand wraps around him as though she's done this before and knows exactly what she's doing.

Even though she doesn't.

His fingers stutter and she takes the chance to grab his wrist and pull his hand away, straddle his thigh and settle her weight there, her abused knees grateful for the respite. Arthur lets her do, lets her make herself comfortable, put her lips by his ear and say 'show me'.

His hand feels huge and heavy as it envelopes her own over him. 'Like this', he tells her. 'With your thumb-', he's breathless now, so he demonstrates. She looks on mesmerized as he swipes his own thumb over the head of his cock where moisture is already gathering, she drinks in his closed eyes and open mouth, the flush rising over his neck, his strangled grunts and the pressure of his fingers interwoven with hers.

His other hand clamps hard on her hip and it's not until she feels the rush of liquid heat surge between her legs that she realizes she's been rocking against his thigh, keeping up with her hand.

Arthur picks up the pace and Gwen moans as she matches it with her hips. A shared rhythm that has them both sweaty and panting. She's close, so close now, just... Arthur swears when he see her free hand go from clutching at his shoulder to rub between her legs where she cannot quite angle herself to reach with his thigh alone.
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 12th, 2010 02:32 pm (UTC)
the one with the camp fire pt 3
'Gwen. Gwen', his voice sounds wrecked and she wonders what would he sound like were he inside of her, what he would feel like pressed up close to her body, pushing her down into a mattress with his weight. Arthur's babbling nonsenses into her neck now, and it's with his teeth biting into her collarbone and the phantom sensation of him between her legs that she throws her head back and comes, heat expanding through her, her belly, her chest, her fingertips, overflowing all over Arthur's thigh.

Arthur stills their hands and increases the pressure a bit more before grunting something into her neck and spilling over their fingers.

They sag against each other and for a while all she can hear is the sound of their ragged breathing and the sound of his thumb drawing circles into the material of her skirt over her hip. After they've cleaned up with yet another strip of fabric from her dress, Arthur lays his sleeping roll next to the fire and pulls her down onto it next to him, his arm around her shoulders.

'So, I was thinking', he begins. Gwen hums. 'Maybe you should get kidnapped more often.

Gwen debates whether to slap his shoulder or the side of his head, decides on the former and somehow ends up curling up closer to him instead of exerting any violence. Oh well.

'You just want an excuse to ride around looking serious and feeling heroic', she says at last.

He snorts. 'I don't an excuse for that, Guinevere'.
purely_distel
Oct. 12th, 2010 04:26 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
absolutely brilliant and HOT and it feels SO MUCH like it could be part of the fandom actually! YEAH, GO YOU!
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 13th, 2010 07:35 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
I'm so glad it worked! and that you enjoyed it, eee!
(Anonymous)
Oct. 12th, 2010 04:36 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
You should definitely write more A/G 'cause this was brilliant. <3
Also, lmao at the end "I don't need an excuse for that, Guinevere" Haha, Arthur XD
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 13th, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
I'm actually considering the possibility. No promises, though.
Oh, jeez, totally omitted the 'need' there, but it comes through, apparently, so all's good &hearts
anjali_organna
Oct. 12th, 2010 11:55 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
Awesome job. Also, the first line made me laugh out loud.
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 13th, 2010 07:39 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
Thank you! I love your writing so it means a lot that you liked this ::blushes::
the first line made me laugh out loud.
Poor Gwen, the weird stuff that keeps on happening in her life...
anjali_organna
Oct. 14th, 2010 02:40 am (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
<3
mustbethursday3
Oct. 13th, 2010 06:00 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
Whoa...I think this is one of favs (if you can even HAVE favs here in A/G smutland where everythings awesome and HOT).

Descripty description - check.

Arthur and Gwen being their adorable selves - check.

Hot factor - 9.

Finding an excess of reasons to tear Gwen's dress into little pieces - WIN.

...and your title made me giggle. And HOW is this your first time writing for this Fandom? O_o That's criminal.

Edited at 2010-10-13 06:00 pm (UTC)
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 13th, 2010 07:50 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
(if you can even HAVE favs here in A/G smutland where everythings awesome and HOT).
IKR? It's Paradise City here, the grass is green, the girls are pretty, the smut is abundant and scorching.

I have to clamp down on the descriptions, trufax. They (and the commas trigger-happiness) are the bane of my existence.

Awww, they can't help themselves! Like, there are fulfilled prompts that are all angsty and stuff, and yet, ADORABLENESS. ::adores them::

Ha! I can has high score! ::air fist-pump::

Okay, it was just the hem, she's just scandalized because zomg she's giving an eyefull of her ankles to the menfolk! Impropriety!

... I may or may not be planing an actual fic... this could also be a rumor... ::shifty eyes::
(Anonymous)
Oct. 14th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
OP here. And this is perfect. Sexy and with a nice side of hurt/comfort. And I loled at the first line XD thank you!
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 14th, 2010 09:10 pm (UTC)
Re: the one with the camp fire pt 3
You are most welcome! It was a sneaky prompt, this one ;D Also, um, hello new-found kink, so thank you for that.

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