November themed challenge.

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No master list, therefore we proceed!

November's challenge is:

Pornovember!

That's right, it's our completely NSFW challenge. Bring forth the boobs, reveal the manbits, open the gates to the lady garden! Anything smutty goes this month. Fun, sweat and sex for all!

(As this challenge is meant for porn, you don't need to use the [MA] tag.)

This theme challenge will end on November 30th, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.

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Fire Emblem Fates, Niles/Leo, "The Thrill of the Forbidden"

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Usually, it was Niles trying to initiate something saucy in a risky place and Leo either stopping him or pretending to complain as he went along with it anyway. Maybe it was the fact that the latter happened more often than the former that had spurred this sudden shift in roles. Or rather, Leo's role.

Niles was never one to complain about saucy risks.

"We'll be in so much trouble if we get caught," Leo murmured against the front of his pants before he began to tug them down. "So many people wouldn't approve..."

Most people would chastise Leo for making such a big deal about "forbidden relations" and disapproval and how they must hide their relationship, but Niles had figured out over the past few months that this happened to be a particular kink for the prince he'd thought was ruled entirely by his sense of pride and personal shame.

Frankly, it was the hottest thing Niles could imagine, which surprised him given how insecure he could get even now. Then again, he also got quite a kick out of flipping the bird to convention and propriety.

"Naughty prince," Niles murmured. "Just imagine your wide-eyed, innocent little sister spotting us in a place like this. Gardens are where pretty flowers grow, not for a prince to be caught on his knees sucking dick."

"Or a servant, thinking they'd be so kind to bring us tea..." Leo traced his lips over the front of Niles's underwear, Niles squirming as he felt the teasing trace of heat. "All that fine crockery, smashed to pieces in the wake of shock..."

"And those scandalized gasps of theirs, mmm..." Leo looked up at him with a smirk, tugging Niles's underwear down and letting his painfully hard cock spring free.

"So risky...Niles, I want to hear you scream for me." And Leo's hot, wet mouth was taking him in, sucking greedily, and Niles didn't even try to keep quiet. His fingers gripped Leo's hair, his hips rocked against his mouth as Leo worked some tongue into the mix along with some moans of his own.

"Fuck," Niles groaned, "shit, that's too good, so warm...!" He panted. "Mm, you love the taste of my cock, don't you? First time you tried it you couldn't get enough! Keep this up and I'm gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours." Leo's response was a sharper moan, a harder suck. "Mm, you want that, don't you-!"

Amazingly, he managed to hold out longer than he'd expected; a touch to his balls did the trick to take him over the edge, and he did indeed scream as Leo had requested. The climax blazed through him, his limited vision full of white flames, and when he came back down Leo was pulling back and licking his lips.

"You're lucky I managed to get it all," Leo murmured, "or else I'd have you clean it from my face with your tongue."

"You know I'd do it anyway," Niles chuckled as Leo stood up and kissed him. "And I should take care of you now, shouldn't I?" He gestured towards the bulge of Leo's erection, and Leo smirked.

"So, so risky. I swear, if we do get caught..." Niles pushed Leo against the wall and began to undo the fasteners of his clothing, leaving biting kisses all over his pale skin.

So far, they hadn't gotten caught, and they probably never would. But the very idea of such a thing was exciting enough.

Ace Attorney, Apollo/Athena, "Keep You Warm"

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Note: You may recognize this, or at least the premise... XD

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Overall, it hadn't been the best day for any of them. Simon was as much of a hardass as ever in the courtroom, which they were used to but still didn't help in the midst of a particularly annoying case. The victim was some nameless bum, the defendant was kind of a whiny jackass, and the first witness had shown up drunk.

On top of that, it was raining. Not a pretty, soothing rain, either. Sheets pouring from the sky, anyone who didn't wear boots doomed to water in their socks if they tried to walk, the kind an umbrella could only protect you so much from.

Apollo seemed to be feeling the gloom of the day the hardest. He'd made his return to the Wright Anything Agency and life was slowly going back to normal, but she knew the pain of Clay's death was still fresh. He'd worn Clay's jacket today and seemed generally quiet (never a good sign when it came to him) and out of sorts.

She'd tried to be supportive without getting too overbearing. Even if the cold, borderline angry persona he'd taken on during Starbuck's case wasn't the real him, she knew he could get twitchy when he felt like people were smothering him. But then he'd blown up over an innocuous comment Trucy had made, immediately berated himself for it, and run out of the office.

"Sorry, Apollo, but you're going to have to deal with my smothering," she muttered, grabbing her umbrella and chasing after him. At the very least, she could loan it to him so he didn't have to walk home getting soaked. Her raincoat had a hood, so she could survive without an umbrella.

She found him sitting on the curb, crying, and her heart clenched painfully at the sight. When he'd been in the deep pit of mourning for Clay he'd simply shut off his feelings, seeing him actually crying was...not something she was prepared for.

He probably waited until he was alone to let himself, she thought. She knew she shouldn't leave him alone, but what would she say?

So she did the only thing she could think of. She sat down on the curb beside him and hugged him tightly, and to her surprise, he didn't push her away. In fact, the moment he realized she was there, he pretty much threw himself into her arms.

She lost track of how long they were sitting there, her butt numb from the cold of the concrete and her arms stiff, but even after he managed to stop crying he still looked so lost.

"Don't leave," he murmured. "Please, we can go to my place or yours, just...take me with you. I can't be alone tonight."

She walked him back to his place, knowing he had a cat at home to check up on. Once he did that, though, things took an even crazier turn. They were both freezing and Apollo was soaked to the skin, so she'd thought to run a warm shower for him. But body heat is best, right? Before she knew it, they were naked. Together. In his bed.

"Well, this is a way to keep warm, at least," he said. "Athena, I'm sorry if anything I said or did today was...I mean, I still feel like an ass for being so cold to you back in December." Athena rolled her eyes, tugging the limp lock of hair hanging in his face.

"Didn't I tell you to knock that off? It was bad enough you asked me to punch you for it," she said. "Look, you were hurt. Clay meant the world to you, he was dead, and technically I was lying. Just...not about that."

"I know," he sighed. "It just hurt, and it still hurts. Even after we caught his killer, even knowing Mr. Starbuck's gonna fulfill the dream for them both...he's still gone." He buried his face in her shoulder, sniffling. "I called his number yesterday, just to hear his voice mail message. I rambled so long I got cut off. And last night, I dreamed about our childhood...it was so perfect."

"And you woke up missing him more than ever," she said. Apollo nodded, and she felt fresh tears against her skin.

"I felt so alone. No one really got me the way Clay did, you know?" Athena hugged him closer, shifting so that her eyes were looking into his.

"No one can replace a person you love, but you're not alone." She stroked his cheek. "You'll never have to feel alone again, I promise." He leaned into her hand, sniffling, blinking away the last of his tears.

"Athena..."

She didn't know who kissed who first, but suddenly it was happening, complete with their bodies pressing closer, practically molding together.

It was then that she realized Apollo had a boner and that she was getting wet. Not good. Very not good. He was heartbroken over the death of someone he loved, he was looking to her for comfort, and they were both aroused. NOT GOOD.

Then again, hormones could strike at the damndest times.

Especially when you've been wrestling with the hots for each other for the last few months, she thought. She knew he'd been looking at her differently, just as she'd been with him, and because both of them were:

a) too caught up in their work
b) idiots
c) both of the above

they'd been content to simply ignore it and do nothing about it. And this...was not exactly how Athena had pictured things coming to a head.

Literally, as the tip of his cock was prodding her in the hip. She broke the kiss, trying to put some distance between them. Nope, nope, worst possible idea right now, pretty sure it's against an attorney's moral code to take advantage of-

"I need you," Apollo breathed as they broke the kiss, and the sheer raw vulnerability in his voice gripped her heart. "I know, this is a lot to ask, but..."

"I promised you'd never feel alone again. I'm going to keep that promise." She knew very well this wasn't the cure for loneliness, but if nothing else it would provide some relief, or at least a distraction from his pain.

She pressed her lips to his again, one hand running up and down his still-cold back and the other reaching between them to stroke his chest. In turn, his hands settled against her breasts, stroking them almost tentatively at first; for a moment, she wondered if this was his first time, but quickly decided it didn't matter. His cold hands quickly warmed up, and she felt the rest of his body heating up as she stroked up and down his chest, feeling his heart race.

"You're so soft," he murmured as he parted from the kiss, his cheeks a bit red. "Sorry if that sounded weird, but..."

"It's fine!" She smiled, trailing her fingers down his stomach. "You, on the other hand, definitely aren't." When her hand wrapped around his cock, he let out a shout, immediately sliding one of his hands between her legs. "Oh!"

"I want to make you feel good, too," he groaned, and Athena's only response was a soft moan as his fingers pressed against her hot, slick folds. She couldn't help rocking against him a little, stroking him harder, burying her face in his neck and covering his now-warmer skin with kisses. His touch was eager but gentle, and his sounds of pleasure unsurprisingly loud. She found herself trying to match that volume, to let him know his good all of this felt.

They could have kept going like this, but she felt him swell in her hand and the familiar anticipation of orgasm upon her. He was the first to pull away, his gaze questioning, and she nodded.

"Let's finish together." He reached for his nighttable drawer to dig out a pack of condoms.

"I've...been active before," he admitted. "With Clay."

"I thought so," Athena said, stroking his face. "I've been...active, too." Not in every sense, but she'd fooled around with a few boyfriends in Europe. She opened one of the foil packets and carefully rolled the condom onto him, remembering what her sex ed teacher had shown them with the dildo. (To this day it still amazed her that schools in Europe actually got away with that.)

"Ready?" he asked, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. She covered her body with his own, stroking his cheek.

"Ready."

A shift of their hips brought his tip between her folds. He was quite big, so she'd anticipated a bit of ache and discomfort when he slid into her. Thankfully, the myths about the painful first time were just that; it didn't take her more than a minute to adjust to his size, and they were soon forming a kinda clumsy but gentle rhythm.

It felt nice. No, more than just nice. They took it slowly, Athena focused as much as she could on warming him up, letting him feel safe and comforted, but after a while his thrusts went deeper, faster, and she found herself moving faster to keep pace with him...and because it was going from nice to downright incredible.

"Apollo," she murmured, "mmm, Apollo, so good...!"

"Athena, Athena...!" His fingers ran up and down her back and she shivered, she was almost there and judging by the way his cock swelled inside her, so was he.

"Together," she panted, "l-let's try to-" But within seconds he was crying out and she felt the warmth of his climax through the rubber. Thankfully, that was enough to trigger her own release seconds later, her core squeezing him as they rode out the pleasure.

She leaned against his shoulder in the afterglow, feeling his fingers in her ponytail.

"Thank you, Athena," he murmured. "I think...I think I'm going to be fine now. At least..." He sighed. "I almost don't want to ask this, I'm afraid I'll seem clingy, but..." She knew what he was hinting at, and in truth, she wanted that, too.

"I'll stay with you every night from now on," she said. "I don't want this to be just a one-time thing. Apollo, I..."

"Me too." He held her closer, burying his face in her shoulder. She felt him shift to pull out of her after a moment, reaching between them to toss the condom into the nearby trash pail. "I'll have to get more of those, then." She smiled as they lay on their sides again, and she hugged him close.

"Even if it's not that, I'll do whatever I can to help you feel better. We can just talk, or watch a movie, or watch Mikeko chase invisible mice..." Apollo gave a quiet, tired laugh as he closed his eyes.

"I thought I was better off just dealing with this alone, but I was wrong," he said quietly. "He wouldn't want me to suffer alone...and right now, I bet he's up there, smiling...and giving me a ghostly thumbs-up."

"For nailing your hot co-worker?" Athena giggled, kissing that adorable forehead of his. "Yeah, it sounds like something he'd do."

"Yeah..." Apollo yawned. "Again, thank you..."

"Any time, Apollo." She closed her eyes. Even if tonight wasn't an instant cure for the grief he still had to deal with, she'd be able to keep him company on the days or nights where he felt it the most. They'd get through this together, no matter what life decided to throw at them.