Fic: Sensation
Fic: Sensation
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Rumbelle
Fandom: OUaT
Summary: Belle reminds Rumpelstiltskin what it is to feel.
Me gusta.
Rumbelle cane smut. For reasons.
He’s on his honour not to move.
Belle understands that Rumpelstiltskin does not want to be tied down. Much as he seems happy to do the same to her, he himself becomes jittery, unhappy and unable to relax with his ability to run taken from him. They’re working on the trust aspect of it, but Belle would never ask her husband to do anything that would frighten him so.
#smutty smut smut smut #not as fun as expected #feeeeeels #angst #but porn #definitely porn #rumbelle #Rumpelstiltskin #mr gold #belle #prompt day
#smutty smut smut smut #teacher!Belle #rumbelle #Rumpelstiltskin #mr gold #belle #prompt day
#smutty smut smut smut #prompt day
Oh snap bb ! But ok, fair enough !
Well, he’s tied up naked in a bedroom, and I couldn’t put my answer under a cut.
Fic: Thursday Evening
Title: Thursday Evening (Time of Day series)
Rating: Oh, so NC-17 and NSFW
Summary: Mr Gold comes home to a very familiar and yet utterly new sight in his kitchen. He expresses how much he appreciates Belle cleaning his floors.
Marchie prompted: ‘hotter than hell’
Accio prompted: When Gold first sees Belle after she colors her hair back to brown.
I guess ddagent prompted: Belle cleans Mr Gold’s floor on her hands and knees
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His front door is locked; the house should be empty.
But he can hear something coming from within, something that sounds an awful lot like someone humming to themselves. A musical burglar, perhaps? He clutches his cane with a tighter grip as he closes the door behind him as quietly as possible, and follows the voice deeper into his home, treading as lightly as his bad leg will allow, until he reaches the kitchen.
Belle is knelt on the kitchen floor, cloth in hand, scrubbing decades’ worth of dirt from the floor and humming something under her breath.
Unfilled Rumbelle Prompts from the OUATKinkmeme - Part 8
fuckyeahbelleandrumpelstiltskin:
I’m pretty sure Rufeepeach filled the Gold wanks while Belle watches one.
Yep. I thought I posted on the meme as well?
Oh well, it’s called Crystallised Desires, anyway.
Fic: Saturday Morning
Title: Saturday Morning (Time of Day ‘verse)
Rating: NC-17 and NSFW
Summary: The morning after their escapades at the bar, Gold makes the mistake of challenging Belle, and Belle proves her point with enthusiasm.
Marchie prompted: Mr Gold used to smoke
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She has become entirely too bold, Gold decides, when goes out to the back courtyard to fetch some piece of junk or other, and finds Belle leaned against his wall, smoking a cigarette and watching him with surprise.
“Oh,” she smiles, but she still seems more alarmed than seems entirely necessary, “You’re… you’re here.”
Fic: Friday Night
Title: Friday Night (Time of Day ‘verse)
Rating: very NC-17
Summary: The night he meets Emma Swan, Mr Gold really feels the effects of time moving once again. Belle French finds him in a bar, and an affair is begun.
Marchie prompted: His drink is too strong for her; Mr. Gold finds Belle in a bar;
Accio prompted: How they met
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She drops down onto the stool next to him as if she has a right to it.
Little Belle French, with such bright eyes and demure little skirts, who watches everyone so carefully.
Mr Gold knows who she is: he knows everyone. Until today, tonight, he never knew how he knew them. Just that no one in town had a secret he didn’t keep, somewhere among the ruins and chaos of his work.
Writing angsty plotty Time of Day
The night they met.
For you, Accio, so you can have all the feels on your long flight home.
And the smut, for the rest of us.
Fic: Wednesday Evening
Title: Wednesday Evening (Time of Day Series)
Rating: Oh, so NC-17, and NSFW
Summary: Belle has a teacher/student fantasy, and Mr Gold is all too happy to indulge her.
A/N: A few people seemed to want the full story behind the Catholic schoolgirl outfit mentioned in Monday Morning. And other fic was being a bitch, and this is one of my favourite tropes, so here it is.
Part of the Time of Day series, but totally unnecessary to understand the shenanigans going on here.
(Also: shoutout to ddagent’s wonderful ‘Teachers Pet’ series, which takes this idea and makes it a proper AU and not the little roleplay fantasy this is.)
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Belle tugs her skirt down a little way before she knocks on the door; it had seemed a little longer, a little more decent, when she’d bought it. Her shirt is a little tight as well, and for a moment she regrets her entire choice of wardrobe. But then, this is her school uniform, and so she didn’t have much of a choice in what she wore.
She smirks as she knocks, and hears his voice – distracted, he probably has papers to read or something – call for her to enter.
Writing Time of Day roleplay teacher!porn
Holy fuck, this is getting dirty.
Prepare yourselves: smut is coming.
Fic: Tuesday Mid-Afternoon
Title: Tuesday Mid-Afternoon (Time of Day ‘verse)
Rating: NC-17 like woah
Summary: Belle is caught in a storm without a coat, and Mr Gold’s shop is the only one that’s open. He helps her to warm up.
Marchie prompted: She’s stuck in the rain with no umbrella”; “Storybrooke gets hit by a hurricane”
Accio prompted: Rumbelle shower-sex
I apologise in advance for the amount of feels in this one. Belle got chatty.
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They weren’t supposed to see each other today.
Today is a Tuesday, and they don’t meet on Tuesdays.
Wednesdays, and Saturdays. That’s it. These are the rules they made to keep everything quiet.
But it’s throwing it down, absolutely pouring with rain, and she can’t help it if every shop but his has battened down the hatches and closed its shutters from the hurricane. She didn’t even know they even had hurricanes in Maine: she is rapidly being proven wrong.
