#HOWEVER it is free to use for prompts or whatever

[dp-outsider-perspective-week]

Schedule Description

DAY 1 - Sunday July 20th: Episode Rewrite Day! (Rewrite an episode or a scene from an episode from a different perspective)

DAY 2 - Monday July 21st: Ghost -or- Civilian Watching a Ghost Fight

DAY 3 - Tuesday July 22nd: Parent/Guardian -or- Teacher/Mentor

DAY 4 - Wednesday July 23rd: CROSSOVER DAY! Paranormal Investigation -or- Tourist in Amity Park

DAY 5 - Thursday July 24th: Antagonist -or- Casper High Student

DAY 6 - Friday July 25th: GIW -or- City Maintenance Worker -or- First Responder

DAY 7 - Saturday July 26th: Reddit Post/Advice Column

General Rules

The following content will be excluded from the Ao3 collection and won't be reblogged. 

Minor/adult ships 

Explicit sexual content

Works without appropriate tags (see posting guidelines under the read more)

[Note, if you do wish to fill a prompt with any of the above contents, you are free to do so. However, please do not tag the event or use the event tags. Please also refrain from adding your work to the A03 collection]

Tumblr Posting Guidelines

#dpopw needs to be the first tag so that your work can be found and reblogged

If you’re posting your entire fic to tumblr, a summary of the fic must be listed followed by a readmore. The beginning of the fic may also be included before the readmore but cannot exceed 150 words or 10 lines of paragraph sections

Any and all ships must be tagged. You can use either the phandom ship names (found here) or just “characterA/characterB,” just make sure you tag. 

All crossovers must have the #crossover tag as well as the media tag (eg. dpxgf for danny phantom x gravity falls)

Content warnings must be included in tags and the summary. Common examples include: blood, gore, death, drugs, body horror, existentialism, etc

Optionally, tag your vanilla Danny Phantom stuff with #dponly. This is more of a statistic tag more than an event tag

If your work is not reblogged, one or more of the above rules may have been missed. Please ensure your post is properly formatted and tagged before asking if I missed you.

AO3 Guidelines

All Ao3 posting rules apply

To be added to the collection, select [Danny Phantom Outsider Perspective Week (dpopw)] in the collection drop down menu when posting your fics. Collection can be found via typing “dpopw” in the search bar.

Summaries must include the prompt day and chosen prompt

Works can be denied for lack of appropriate tags, lack of prompts, or other event rule breaking

FAQ

What is an outsider perspective?

An outsider perspective is a narrative trope where a story is told from a point of view outside the main storyline. It is particularly popular in fanfiction because it allows a series of events to take place completely out of context from the narrative perspective, but the reader already knows, or at least has an idea of, what is happening.

How does this work?

Each day except for “Episode Rewrite Day” and “Reddit Post/Advice Column Day”  will have two perspective prompts. Write from the perspective of a character who matches one of the prompts (or in the format specified by the prompt). Once you write your piece, post it on Tumblr and/or Ao3 and tag it. Any works that are appropriately tagged with #dpopw will be reblogged to this blog and/or added to the Ao3 collection.

Do you have to write for every prompt?

Not at all! Write however much you want about whatever you want. Combine prompts, skip days, go wild! The goal is to have fun!

Are crossovers allowed?

Yes! Crossover day is on Wednesday and has crossover-centric prompts! 

Can I write a non-crossover for crossover day?

Sure!

Are OCs allowed?

Yes! And encouraged!

Why are three prompts on Day 6 instead of two like the other days?

I couldn’t decide which prompt to drop, then realized that, since this is my event, there are no rules except for the ones I make. Therefore, there are three prompts on Day 6.

What happens if I don’t follow the rules?

If these prompts spark your creativity in a way that doesn’t align with the rules of the event, feel free to still use them! However, please do not tag the event on your tumblr posts nor select the collection on A03 if you do as they will not be reblogged or allowed to be added. I love all the creativity and encourage you to participate in any and every way you wish and ask for your understanding in helping moderate the event.

[reddamselette]

valgrace except jason is an international superstar and prodigy in football and leo is known worldwide for his podcast who brings special guests on his shows like piper mclean who’s made a name for herself in historical dramas always in the lead of a warrior, architect annabeth chase who’s been granted the honor of rebuilding the temples and ruins in greece and rome with her olympic swimmer boyfriend percy jackson.

and by popular demand, the public requested jason grace to be on hephaestus’ forge. leo, always the good host, obliges and reaches out to jason.

what the audience doesn’t know is that leo and jason have known eachother for years, running in the same crowd during middle school and high school despite being interested in different things. like all close best friends, they parted ways due to university and internships across the country. but they parted with a kiss goodbye, a promise to one another that held up since they were young.

so when jason finally arrives onto the scene, leo feels everything rush back and now that the season is over, jason plans to stay in new york.

[kdh-tally]

Saja Boys x Manager!Reader

Prompt : 9 minutes and 42 seconds of the Saja Boys falling for their manager

Author's Note : Since my “10 mins of Rumi and Jinu parenting Baby and Zoey” went well I wanted to make another but with the Saja Boys and their manager!! Tried my best to make this gender Neutral!!! If i missed anything let me know (I'm half asleep writing this)

[“WELCOME TO : 6 times the Saja Boys fell for Y/N (their manager) in 9 minutes and 42 seconds”] [Intro Music : “Gabriela” by EYE-KONS plays in the background] 📝 Narrated by: delulu4rujinu (what my u-tube user would be)

Time Stamp [00:08] [Scene: The Saja Boys being forced to do minimum wage jobs. ] Youtuber’s Caption (YC) : “This is specifically Y/n and Romance at Sephora”

There was an extremely long line leading out of the building and around the street. Why? Romance from the Saja Boys was currently running a free make up program. 

He and the other boys had been forced to split up, with each member being forced into minimum wage jobs for a day. He, however, had been sent to his happy place. A beauty store.

Y/N watched in exhaustion as customer after customer came in, begging the man for advice on what they could possibly do to help with their appearance. “Thank Heavens he isn’t an actual make up artist,” they sighed, rubbing the incoming headache out of your forehead. “These poor people would go broke so quickly.” YC : “They’re not wrong 😭”

As the day came to an end and the store closed its doors to the public, Romance came up behind his pretty manager, wrapping his arms around her torso, his face buried in their neck. Y/n, already used to this behavior, ruffled his hair as she texted instructions on what the remaining boys should do while home alone. 

“That didn’t go too bad right pretty?” The man hummed contentedly. 

“You surprisingly made a decent amount of money,” y/n praised him, turning off their phone and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Good job cutie”

Romance stood, fully stunned, as they walked off. Receiving any form of affection from the normally stoic manager was an achievement worthy of bragging about. So he quickly pulled out his phone, immediately contacting the boys group chat.

Romeo :  Y/n called me cute and gave me a kiss🤤

Spicy Baybie :  So... I think it’s about time we pushed you off a bridge! 

Furry :  Define kiss

Romeo :  Physical contact through lips

Furry :  As in their lips on yours?

Romeo : …. I mean….

#1 WWE Champ :  Man got a kiss on the cheek and went crazy 💀

Time Stamp [01:32 ] [Scene: Baby refusing to eat. ] YC : “That time Baby forced Y/n to feed him cause he was 'injured' ”

Baby was live for the first time in days. There had been no real reason for his random disappearances, he just didn’t feel like going live. Prior to him setting up the stream, he had asked the Pride what they would like to see him do.

The amount of people who begged him to do a spicy food mukbang was incredibly high and so he got to preparing. “Hello Pride~” he cooed at the camera before panning the view around the kitchen. 

Comments flooded the chat as the fans took note of their manager sitting comfortably on the kitchen counter. As he placed the phone on its stand, giving it a good view of where they would be working, he continued to talk, “Today, Y/n-ie and I are gonna be making spicy food for my mukbang later.”

“Hold on what? I never agreed to-”

“Anyways,” he smiled, clapping his hands together to silence his manager, who was staring at him in disbelief. “Let’s begin shall we?" YC : “The way none of them ever let Y/N finish their sentences bro 💀”

Though they hadn’t agreed at first, Y/n decided to help out with the cooking process. Chopping and mixing whatever Baby needed mixing. As he moved to stir the pot of spicy ramen, he had underestimated how hot the metal spoon would be and ended up burning himself. 

“Baby!” y/n gasped, quickly moving his hand under the tap to run over lukewarm water that she slowly turned to completely cold. She pulled out a healing balm from one of the cupboards before applying it to his hands. “You sit here, I’ll finish the rest” she ordered.

Baby nodded, it didn’t really hurt—demon powers and all—but he didn’t mind letting his pretty manager pamper him a bit.  YC : “He’s actually a child 😭🙁”

Y/n was quick to finish the food. She plated it neatly in front of the boy before stepping out of frame. He merely looked at her, easily forgetting he was live, before pointing at his injured hand with his good one. “I can't eat”

“Why Baby?”

“I’m right handed.” Unfortunately, his right hand was the one that was injured. That was how Y/n ended up feeding him every bite of his meal, the boy was kicking his feet under the table as he ate.

Spicy Baybie :  Okay so what kissed your cheek? She literally fed me a whole damn meal 😋

Romeo :  You could've done it yourself I know for a FACT you weren’t even hurt 😒

Spicy Baybie :  Womp Womp Loser

Time Stamp [03:45 ] [Scene: Y/n doing Mystery’s hair. ] YC : “Y/N wanted to try a new hairstyle on someone"

You know that feeling when you watch a five minute tutorial on how to do absolutely anything on youtube and then you all of a sudden feel as though you’re an expert in whatever you were trying to do?

That was Y/n. They had just watched a tutorial on making a wolfcut and needed to practice on someone. Now, all the demons were fortunately able to grow their hair back at alarming rates, but it also meant any of the five would be perfect test subjects.

As they walked into the dorm lounge, their eyes narrowed on their target. “Mystery~ You wanna help me out?” 

Said boy looked up from his nintendo switch, eyes barely peeking out from behind his thick bangs. He said nothing but simply nodded in agreement. Beaming, Y/n moved to sit behind him on the couch as he sat on the floor. 

She already had her scissors and comb so she was ready. She gently laid the boys head back so it rested between her thighs before she began to cut layers into his hair. At this point, Mystery had turned off his switch to focus on the feeling of their hands running through his hair. 

“You don’t mind me doing this right?” she double checked as she evened out the side layers before parting his bangs so she could see his eyes. They were sharp but gentle and very expressive, but he nodded. 

“I don’t mind,” his voice rang out through the room. Y/n nodded before continuing and quickly finishing up. 

They pulled out a mirror from who knows where to place in front of the boy. He looked at his reflection, running a hand through his new haircut, he actually liked it. His eyes were a lot more visible now but he didn’t mind.  YC : “The hairstyle ATE DOWN you guys 😩”

“Thanks Y/n” 

“No problem! Call me if you ever want your hair done again,” they grinned before heading off to learn another tutorial. 

Furry :  [Selfie image of his head between Y/n’s thighs as she does his hair]

Spicy Baybie :  Choke Die Suffocate

#1 WWE Champ :  All in favour of kicking him out of the group say “i”

Time Stamp [05:16 ] [Scene: Y/n allowing Abby to sleep on her. ] YC : “I’d let him sleep on me too not gonna lie”

Y/n laid at peace on the living room couch. They had finished organizing the boys schedule for the next few weeks and was taking a well deserved nap. The boys had entered, taken pictures of their cute manager, and headed in their own directions. 

All of them except Abby. He had gone to his room, changed into pyjama bottoms, he could never find a comfortable top, and headed back to the living room. Without saying a word, he gently scooped his unknowing manager up, laid down under them, and placed them back on his chest. YC : "I want a personal teddy bear too :/"

He prayed they wouldn’t wake up or berate him and it seems as though his prayers were heard. Y/n cuddled closer to the new source of warmth that was being provided, humming in content once they got comfortable. 

Abby wrapped his hands around her waist before letting himself fall asleep as well. It couldn’t get better than this.

#1 WWE Champ :  [Image of Y/n sleeping on him (his face is in the photo and he’s smirking at the camera)] Probably wish you could be me huh?

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  When will it be my turn?

#1 WWE Champ :  Try again in maybe 400 life times?

Spicy Baybie :  They still wouldn’t want him then 💀

Romeo :  Jinu, are you going to take that disrespect from children???

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I’m not trying to get banned like Mystery 🧍

Time Stamp [07:21 ] [Scene: Y/n in Jinu’s clothes] YC : “Y/n and Jinu switched outfits”

The boys were live again, this time it was Jinu and Mystery. They seemed to be bonding over losing their group chat privileges. Mystery stayed interacting with the fans and reading comments while Jinu scrolled through tiktok. 

“Could you do the outfit switch trend?” Mystery read a question out loud before looking to his leader, “You know what that is?”

Jinu shook his head before searching it up, Mystery watching next to him. It seemed to be a trend where k-idols would switch clothes with their managers. Jinu’s eyes sparkled as he realized it was going to be his turn to have a cute moment with Y/n. 

He immediately sought them out, Mystery walking slowly behind him. “Y/n! We need to–”

“Switch outfits I know,” they motioned to their phone in hand where they watched the live steam. 

“You watch my lives 🥺”

“I watch all of your lives. Now are we going to do this or?”

He nodded and they both went ahead to change. As Y/n stepped back out into the camera view, the couldn’t help but get a bit nervous. Jinu was a pretty tall guy, so even the small t-shirt he had on completely engulfed Y/n’s slightly shorter frame.

His pants were too large for them so they had to hold them up by the waist. Overall, they looked like a “wannabe hiphop musician from 1995,” Mystery let out a huff of amusement.  YC : "Guy's I didn't know Mystery had jokes like that-"

Jinu was no better. Fortunately for him, Y/n usually walked around in big shirts and comfortable sweatpants. However, it was quite the fit on him, staying tight in inconvenient places. 

However he couldn’t care less. Simply watching Y/n laugh at him in his clothes filled his heart with that warm fuzzy feelings all of the boys got when around their manager. Gosh they were down bad.

Spicy Baybie :  Jinu embarrassed himself on live stream. Again! Your mom must be so disappointed :(  Oh wait–

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I should've left you in the pits of hell with Gwi-ma

Romeo :  That’s actually crazy 🙁 Apologize to Jinu, his mom and his sister Oh wait–

Jinu-us (Genius 😉) :  I’m going to steal Rumi’s weapon and kill all of you myself.

Time Stamp [9:42] [“Thanks for watching!! Don’t forget to like, comment, and send some love to Y/n so they don’t die 💋😉🙏”] [Outro Music: “New Jeans” by Bunies]

[lostalioth]

☆ hi my loves here we go with a what 3rd or 4th i don’t even know attempt at doing kinktober lmaoo. now as always i can never seem to finish kinktobers which is why i lower how many days i do as well as i pick a variety of characters to write for so i don’t get bored writing all month for the same 3-4. the same as last year i will plan on posting a fic sort of every other day so (sun, tue, thur, sat) which is why it’ll be 18 days and not 31. if you recognize any as repeats in last years kinktober prompt lists, yes i carried some over from past lists that i didn’t get to.

☆ i do not do taglists on any of my fics and kinktober is no expection however you can follow my library acc → @aliothslibrary i reblog all my fics on that account seconds after i post it, and only my fics so if you wanna be notified of my posts for kinktober follow that acc and put notifications on :) you can also search up the tag #lostalioth kinktober for all my past kinktober fics etc.

☆ MY BLOG IS 18+ MEANING MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!! ALL OF THESE FICS INCLUDE SMUT AND EACH WILL HAVE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS.

day one → body worship + love marks w/ roommate!stucky

day two → dry humping + handcuffs w/ steve harrington 

day three → high sex + bribery w/ eddie munson

day four → bondage + fingering w/ tasm!peter parker

day five → creampie + master kink w/ loki laufeyson

day six → face sitting + thigh biting w/ marc spector

day seven → piercing + cock worship w/ bucky barnes

day eight → pain kink + praise w/ dean winchester

day nine → obsession + belly bulge w/ logan howlett

day ten → overstimulation + hand job w/ sub!miguel o hara

day eleven → semi-public sex + against a wall w/ steven grant

day twelve → dacryphilia + corruption w/ perv!bsf!eddie munson

day thirteen → cock warming + begging w/ steve harrington

day fourteen → free use + primal play w/ logan howlett

day fifteen → lap dance + choking w/ mob!bucky barnes

day sixteen → edging + sir kink w/ steve rogers

day seventeen → caught masturbating + anal w/ sam winchester

day eighteen → double peneration + drunk sex w/ steddie

☆ hope you enjoy my babes!! please send me feedback, don’t be shy to comment or reblog your reactions to the days as i love seeing how you guys feel about my fics :) thankk you so much for reading and supporting my writing if you do and if you don’t for whatever reason that is perfectly fine as well!!

[nightingale-prompts]

You are not Special- DC X DP Prompt

Interdimensional God-like beings are not known for their patience, however it looked like they had gotten lucky.

This being that had been summoned against its will to their universe was actually quite calm. They sat back on a makeshift throne made by the cultists that had brought them here. Its body was the form of a young man draped in silk. He paid little mind to the cult bowing and scraping at his feet as he absentmindedly examined his nails for anything under them. They were as pristine as his marble-like form.

"You know cults get a bad reputation in these modern times." He said not looking up at the heroes who had invaded his sanctuary intent on sealing him away. "Not without cause of course. But not every cult is evil. As oxymoronic as that sounds. But it used to mean a group of people devoted to their god of choice, no different than any other religion except they lived solely to dedicate their lives to it. No tricks or schemes, just beliefs. None of that sacrifice or blood here though. I like cleanliness and a good batch of dessert for my alters."

"We aren't here to give your offerings." Batman said simply.

The teen stretched lazily and shrugged.

"You are free to just pray, take a rest, eat, or do whatever you want."

"You don't belong here. You must return to your own realm." Superman said fimly but cordially.

The cultists panicked as they looked between their god and the heroes. Some had disdain etched on their faces others had sadness.

"Don't belong? I do what I want. Who are you people to tell ME what to do? Do you own this planet? This universe?" The god challenged.

"We are the protectors of this planet. Surely you understand that we can't let you stay here using humans like servants." Superman retorted.

Constantine had a bad feeling about what came next as he got between everyone to speak.

"Sorry, forgive him. We don't want to offend. It's just that our universe has had enough beings like you causing issues in the past. We are a bit exhausted because every major event seems to hit our planet. We are a bit defensive."

The teens's lip curled.

"Do you think you are the only planet with such woes? How conceited. What you believe that your little planet is so special that it is the only one subject to the powers of beings you can't control? As we speak there a thousands of beings influencing this world that have a bigger effect than what I'm currently doing. Are you tired of being the playthings of the universe? Bah! The universe doesn't care one bit what goes on on this little planet over the billions of planets in this universe. You are no more special than a bit of algae on a frozen world." The teen sneered.

"But that doesn't change the fact that we would like one less threat to deal with," Batman said as Constantine tried to shut him up. "Even if you do not care about humans, we care what you can do to us."

"A good point but I never said I didn't care. I'm actually fond of humans but no more fond of them than any other lifeforms. There are billions of aliens in this universe alone. But not one is special because all life is special. Not one is better. But any damage I could possibly do to you could easily be done by the many unseen gods of this realm. These beings have built this world from those that actively created it, ignore it, and those that don't even realize it exists. Could you believe that your own creator doesn't know you are there? It's actually very common."

"You're dodging the question and talking in circles. We just want you to leave." Batman sighed irritably.

"You keep telling me to leave. I have just arrived but I've also always been here. Is this how you greet me?" The teen crossed his arms.

"Are you a god of this world?" Wonder Woman stepped forward this time. "You dress like that of a Roman god."

"Do you like it? I got it from Rome a few thousand years ago."

Well, he never failed to turn something into a compliment, that's for sure.

"But that's a complicated question. If you're asking if I made your universe then, no. If your asking if it exists because of me then, yes. It exists because I do. It's my nature. So I'm not a god. I'm a law of nature." The boy leaned back and kicked his feet childishly.

"You look like a kid." Clark blurted.

"Well... you're right. But you didn't have to point it out." He pouted.

"I mean, you just look...like a person. Not a force of nature." Clark quickly corrected.

"I look like what you can perceive me as. Can't ask a two-dimensional creature to understand three dimensions. Think of me as an anthropomorphic personification of a concept." The teen stood up finally and walked around his bowing worshippers.

"And what are you?" Batman said stiffly as the boy reached him.

"I am the Void. The absence of force or untethered space and infinite possibilities. A place of raw unprocessed energy. So if I exist then a tethered space with one string of possibilities exists. Think string theory." The boy laughed.

"Wait, I know what you are. You're an Ancient, an Endless. I thought I'd get a break from your lot after Morpheus." Constantine said.

The group turned to Constantine in surprise, not surprised that he knew what the kid was but that he had done this before.

"Look, kid. Your lot don't show themselves often. Especially not in front of so many people. You'd usually lay low among mortals." Constantine said suspicious of the young Endless. "Do the others know you are playing around?"

The teen presses his lips together. He glares like someone has ruined his game.

"Should I try summoning them and ask." Constantine smirked, he knew he found his in.

"You wouldn't." He frowned.

"I would." Constantine said "Unless you want to go home on your own."

The boy tried to protest but a portal opened on its own and a hand reached out grabbing the boy by the ear.

"What are you doing in the mortal realm this time?! I told you to focus on fixing the timelines not playing god like a child!" The voice boomed.

"But Clockwork-" The teen whined as he was dragged through the portal "I was just pulling a prank. I swear!"

The boy's voice was muffled and distant as he got to the other side. Then the prtal closed and it was over.

The room went silent.

"He was right. There is nothing special about any life form over another. But that also means he is no different than a human child and held to the same standards." Constantine said lighting a cigarette before leaving the ruins. "You can handle the rest right?"

[sonicpridecorner]

The 2025 Sonic Pride Week prompts are here!🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈✨

Running from June 23rd through June 27th, Sonic Pride Week 2025 will include the following prompts:

Day One: Realization

Day Two: Inspired

Day Three: Friendship

Day Four: Confession

Day Five: Celebration

As well as three alternative prompts, which you may switch out or combine with any of the prompts listed above:

Dress-Up

Snack Break

"Long Time No See"

These alternative prompts are provided to be simpler ideas to work with! "Long time no see" is whatever that quote evokes within you, but we like to view it as akin to introducing your new self / coming out. 💫

Event Guidelines

Your creations MUST be focused on one or more Sonic characters. OCs are welcome too, so long as they are Sonic OCs.

Include the appropriate day/prompt in your post. (ex. Day 2: Inspired)

You may draw for this event, write for it, or do whatever else you want, really! Any type of media is welcome as long as it is of your own creation. (No AI art)

Please do not create suggestive/NSFW, incest/pedophilia, gore, or otherwise graphic content for our event. We want to keep this as accessible as possible and focus on feel-good media for all ages!

There is no restrictions on what your creations must be about, as long as its celebrating your pride or identity in some way! There is also no limit on how much you may create.

There are no restrictions on who may participate and what platform. However, we will only be able to reblog works via tumblr. Make sure to mention @sonicpridecorner and use the #sonicpride2025 and #sonicprideweek tags so we do not miss your post!

If you have any questions, feel free to send them our way! Our inbox is currently open and will stay open for the forseeable future.

dividers via gifcities

[goldenstring6123]

hello ! wanted to say i really love your writing style and your stories for the characters ! I wanted to know if you’d write one for Love and deep space Sylus? A scenario where you’re both sleeping but you sneak away quietly to get something from the kitchen or for whatever reason but he stops you with his powers (the handcuffs etc) to bring you back to bed. I’m not sure if i’m making sense but something along those lines! please and thank you!

Sylus: Kitchen Sneaker

Warning: No warning. Fem!reader, domestic fluff (?)

Author's note: This is a fun domestic-ish prompt to write! I hope you like it my dear pookies <3

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Sylus was fast asleep beside you.

The man was a light sleeper for the sake of his own safety. According to him, even if the building was as secure as it could be, there were some instances where he woke up with a knife to his throat. However, ever since you began sharing the same bed, he had been sleeping like a log, which was good for him and the twins because they no longer had to deal with his hot head so early in the evening.

But it was bad for you. Simply because Sylus likes to hold you in his sleep. Sometimes his hand would be over your chest, groping your breast or squeezing in between your boobs, but most times, he would be holding your wrist, checking your pulse. How was this bad for you? Well, living alone for most of your adult life, you liked to indulge yourself in a midnight snack or two. With him holding you captive to the bed, his iron grip holding on to you, it was like you had a ball and chain around your body.

You've indulged Sylus for over a week now, but the intense midnight craving is overwhelming.

Tonight, it's food over Sylus. The man can wait. Food cannot.

You scooted his hand very, very, very gently away from your body. This man's hand is heavy and large. Sylus didn't move and continued to sleep peacefully, his exposed chest rising and falling calmly. The room was very cold, and you could even hear the blowing of the AC; it was at that moment that you realized how such small sounds seemed to be so loud at night.

With every step you take, you are holding your breath even more. Even against the carpet, the rustling of your feet seemed like it could stir Sylus awake at any second. Thankfully, you managed to traverse across the room like a spy. You even had to carefully close the door shut.

You used the stairs to get down to the kitchen, and while you were walking in the hallway, the chef was just about to leave, his satchel bag on his shoulder.

He and you made eye contact. You gestured to him to 'shush,' and he laughed.

"There's some leftover dessert and pasta in the fridge—feel free to eat it," he whispered, and you grinned, giving him a thumbs up. Greg is the best chef ever. You tiptoed to the kitchen, waving him goodbye. Your eyes landed on that double-door fridge that was whirring loudly.

Finally! You could taste that delicious panna cotta and aglio olio in your mouth. Your hands wrapped around the handle of the fridge, and as you tugged, the bright blue light of the fridge lit up your face.

You took the plate and settled it on the stainless steel counter. The next one was the small glass filled with chocolate and cream. You marveled at its delicate, savory look. You took a spoon from the nearby utensil holder and dug it into the soft texture, eager to get a taste.

Before it could land between your lips—

A cold whirlwind of black, scentless smoke wrapped around the fork. It flung out of your grasp, and before you could let out a peep, you, too, were flung away from the kitchen counter.

The man let out a grunt, his eyes low-lidded and foggy, clearly just woken up from his slumber.

"Pray tell," he gruffed, his voice an octave lower. "What are you doing in the kitchen? You're supposed to be in bed." Sylus let out a sigh while he brought you closer to him. He glanced behind you and saw the unopened plate of pasta and panna cotta.

"Never mind. You don't need to speak."

"I'm hungry! Don't you know you shouldn't get between a woman and her food?" you exclaimed while tugging at the thing around your exposed waist. You thrashed and thrashed, the straps of your nightshirt sliding down your shoulders. "Put me down and go back to bed! I'll be with you in five—no, fifteen minutes!"

His head was aching from all the noise you were making, and combined with the fact that you were out of bed by the time he woke up—to Sylus, it seemed like you were testing his patience. "Did you not eat enough during dinner time? You know you could've asked for second servings."

"I get midnight cravings on occasion, but when I'm sleeping over, you tend to weigh me down in bed," you explained, flailing your legs, which were a few feet off the ground.

"So, you're blaming me now?" Sylus raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. Of course, you were. It wasn't your fault you couldn't get out of bed, and it wasn't your fault that the chef made great food and desserts. He didn't like the look on your face but, regardless, put you down to the floor, his hand tugging your strap over your shoulders. His red eyes glazed over your bare chest, but he turned away, walking to that lonely plate of pasta.

"We're going back to sleep after you have your fill." Sylus unwrapped the plate and took a fork, twirling it and taking a bite. The oily, mild tinge of spiciness and Parmesan helped push him awake. He won't deny that the chef was good at his job—it was even enough for you to sneak out of his bed.

You mounted yourself onto the kitchen island, the cold marble surface cooling the bottom of your thigh. You took the panna cotta, and finally, the creamy and sweet flavor of chocolate and cream exploded in your mouth. Unconsciously, you nodded in approval of the taste.

Quietly, you ate in each other's company, occasionally making small talk. Sylus left the dish in the sink along with the fork, but when he turned to you, your nose was inside the refrigerator again. "Cake roll slice…" you uttered. The strawberry cake roll looked delicious inside the glass container.

Before you could even reach out to it, the smoke appeared at the very same spot, dragging you away from the fridge. Sylus closed the double-door refrigerator and crossed his arms right in front of you. A clear 'no' was plastered all over his face.

You let out a groan as he dragged you away with the smoky black and red rope around your waist.

When you got back to the bedroom, you expected Sylus to go right back to sleep. But instead, the man pulled a handcuff from underneath his pillow. How and why it was, there was a question you didn't want to ask him. Without another word coming out of his mouth, he chained it to himself and took hold of your wrist.

"No. You're not going to—"

He latched the real handcuff around your wrists and laid down on the bed, dragging you with him.

"Sleep."

The lights dimmed and flickered off at his word, and you just lay there, staring up at the canopy.

"I guess this is our bedtime routine now," you sighed.

"Sleep," he reiterated.

You seriously have no idea how you put up with this man.

Author footnotes: I also like to sneak out to the kitchen and eat but instead of sylus, It's my mom who sees me and then i get the clothes hanger beat up for staying up late at night lol.

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[flufftober]

🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our fifth annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃

Wow, we’re so excited to be back for our mini-anniversary and even more excited to have you here with us!

As has become our tradition: let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 since it's our mini-anniversary, we have a little surprise for you aside from the main list of 31 prompts and the alt prompts you're used to...😏

As with all our events, our standard blog rules apply, and you'll find answers to most questions on our FAQ post.

Below the cut, you'll find the necessary posting info and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask.

Prompt Extras

Once again, we're offering you the option of Prompt Extras. You're more than welcome to replace prompts from the original list if they don't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.

Aside from last year's fan favorites, we once again have a challenge for you: five rather romantic prompts - but make them platonic!

But wait, there's more...

As a little treat for our mini-anniversary, your Modmins got together and voted on their favorite prompts from previous years. We present:

Remember, you can use the Prompt Extras however you like:

to replace a prompt from the original list

to create even more content aside from the original prompts

mixed together to enhance one or more of the other prompts

Whichever way you use them, have fun and go wild 💚

We hope you like these prompts, and now

Happy Creating 🥳

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Late entries are always welcome, on tumblr as well as the ao3 collection! Neither will close - but like always, reblogs will become less regular the more months have passed...

Prompts

1. Anniversary

2. Pet Sitting

3. In Vino Veritas

4. Set in another time

5. Early Morning Walks

6. Late Night Talks

7. Moving Day

8. Cursed

9. Coming Home

10. Set up by Friends

11. “Double or nothing?”

12. Blizzard or Heatwave

13. Hosting a Holiday Event

14. Stuck or Lost Together

15. “This looks fun.” - “Not the word I would use, but okay.”

16. Pillows, Plushies, Piles of Blankets

17. Making or Buying a Costume

18. “Is this seat taken?” - “That depends...”

19. Risky Rescue Mission

20. Fake Relationship

21. Pumpkin Carving

22. Polar Opposites

23. Group Hug

24. Letters

25. Cold Hands

26. Co-Parenting a Pet

27. Meeting in the Middle

28. “Is that my hoodie?” - “... No?”

29. Book Shop AU/Library AU

30. Sharing Earphones

31. “Stay?”

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1. “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

Alt 2. Fantasy AU/Mundane AU

Alt 3. Lost Pet Meet Cute

Alt 4. Hoodie Weather

Alt 5. Only One Bed

Challenge "Make it Platonic!"

Alt 6. First Date

Alt 7. “Can I kiss you?”

Alt 8. Moving in Together

Alt 9. Planning the Perfect Proposal

Alt 10. And They Lived Happily Ever After

Your Modmins’ Favorites

Alt 11. Up Against the Wall Kiss

Alt 12. Keeping someone safe

Alt 13. Caught in the Rain

Alt 14. “You kept this?”

Alt 15. Soulmate AU

Alt 16. Fireplace

Alt 17. x + 1

Alt 18. Swoon

Alt 19. First Dance

Alt 20. “I’ve got you”

Alt 21. Fireman’s Carry

Alt 22. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Alt 23. “I hate you” – “I love you too”

Alt 24. Winning a Teddy for the Other

Alt 25. “I’m cold” – “Here, have my jacket”

[dindjarindiaries]

I'll Be Yours If You'll Be Mine

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” / “It’s hot when you talk back.” / “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” (18+)

main masterlist • prompt masterlist

You were pacing the floor of your flat, your hands clenched into fists at your sides, when you heard the telltale knock. It was the pattern the two of you had set long ago. Usually, it would make your heart race for a whole different reason. Tonight, however, it was simply anger.

You unlocked the door and let it slide open. Din stood there with his gloved hands set on his hips, his fingers tapping anxiously against his belt. His helmet straightened as his visor gave you a careful once-over.

"Hey." He lowered his hands to his sides and nodded towards the comlink that was still clutched in one of your fists. "Is everything okay?"

You took a step back, wordlessly inviting himself inside. Din hesitated a moment before striding through the doorway. You took a deep breath for composure, but the effort was in vain, and you snapped the same way the door did behind you.

"You're back in town, and I have to find out from a vendor?"

Din huffed, lifting a single hand back to his hip. "Is this the emergency you commed me for?" He used his helmet to gesture to your comlink again.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you crossed your arms. "Were you even going to tell me you were here?"

"So, you're not in danger?"

"Answer the damn question."

Din sighed. His helmet swung to the side, his voice lowering as he responded. "I'm just passing through. I'm not supposed to be back yet."

"But you are." Your jaw flexed. "And I had to find out from a vendor, Din. A stranger."

Din paused, his armored chest rising and falling in a steady breath. He then shook his head and started to walk forward. "I don't have time for this."

Before he could pass you, you set your free hand firmly upon his cuirass, splaying your palm across the silver metal and forcing him to stop. His visor was just inches away from your face, but you were too focused on your own rage to make note of it.

You swallowed hard, and when you finally spoke again, your voice was smaller, exchanging some of your anger for your hurt. "Why are you avoiding me?"

Din exhaled a light breath. After a few heartbeats of silence, he lifted a gloved hand to gently wrap it around your wrist. "I'm not."

Your gaze searched the void of his visor. "It feels like you are."

Din looked down as he lowered your hand from his chest. For a moment, he held your hand between his own, but he released it not long after. "Like I said before, I'm just passing through." His modulated voice was strained. "I'm not even supposed to be here."

You circled your jaw, your stare still focused on his visor. "I understand that." You steadied yourself with a breath and went on. "I just wish you had told me. I would've liked to see you." Your gaze flickered down in a moment of shyness. "If only for a little while."

Din tilted his helmet. "I can't always let you know where I am. It could jeopardize my jobs."

You frowned. "I wouldn't tell anyone."

"I know." Din sighed again and set his hands back on his hips. "But if I comm, then I risk someone hearing, and if I'm always here, they'll know where to find me."

Your brow shot up at his words. These were starting to sound like parting words. "What are you saying, Din?"

Din looked down and shifted his weight between his feet. "I'm just asking you to understand, as a friend—."

His words made your fragile recollection of yourself shatter. You tightened your hand into a fist around your comlink again and pointed the other finger into Din's chest. "But we’re not just friends, and you fucking know it."

Something shifted in the air as the words sat between you. Din's chest had stalled, his visor taking its time with giving you another once-over. You remained where you were, your own chest rising and falling in rapid breaths as you gripped onto whatever self restraint you had left to keep yourself from losing your cool.

It felt like forever until Din spoke again. His voice sounded far away, as if his mind was somewhere beyond this moment and this room. It was a rasp so low and so quiet that you could barely hear it. "It’s hot when you talk back."

You blinked a few times, your traitorous body preparing itself to melt at the words. Your stomach did backflips as you fumbled for something to say. "Are you serious?" You scoffed, flattening your hand against Din's cuirass to push off of it. He stumbled back a few steps, but was never at true risk of losing his balance. "I finally call you out on your shit, and that's all you have to say?"

Din shook his helmet at you before he chuckled. The sound was breathy, somehow managing to both piss you off more and to spread the hot flame that had started to burn deep within you. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

Din stepped forward, reclaiming the space you had tried to put between the two of you. He looked down at you, his helmet tilting as he spoke in a voice that was lower than you had ever heard it, practically a whisper that crackled through his modulator.

"You try to fight me every time you want to fuck me."

Your jaw dropped, and your heart went right along with it. Over and over again, you ran his words through your mind, but you couldn't begin to process them. Your body was starting to heat up so much, and so quickly, that you were about to break out into a sweat.

Din kept his voice low as he went on. "The reason why I can't see you when I pass through here is because I won't be able to keep myself away from you." He nodded towards the door that was still at your back. "When you let me inside, all I want to do is take you to your room and keep you there until everyone in this town knows I'm here because they've heard you screaming my name."

Your heart was thudding so hard against your chest that you were convinced Din could both see it and hear it. You were still staring up at him with wide eyes, breathing as if you had just run a race. Never once did you ever think you would hear such words from him, no matter how much you had hoped for it—and even dreamed about it.

Din let out another soft chuckle. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Your gaze gave him a slow once-over, buying you time as you still struggled to speak around the sudden lump in your throat. "Only if you really mean it."

Din wasted no time lifting his hands to the sides of his helmet. When the metal slid away from his face, the first thing you caught sight of was his brown gaze, which was practically black in his evident desire. The heat of the room increased tenfold with his obvious attention set on you. "I can prove it."

It was impossible to keep yourself away from him. You drifted closer out of instinct, your hands rising to the back of his neck as his settled on your waist. "What about your job?" You shook your head. "I don't want you to jeopardize it for me."

Din lifted an eyebrow. "I'd rather jeopardize a job than jeopardize what we have." He was so close now that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips as he went on. "Especially now."

You hummed and began to smile at him. "Okay." Your nose brushed against his. "But you're not fucking me as a friend, right?"

Din huffed. "No." He tightened his hold on you, bringing you impossibly closer. "I'm loving you as yours." He nodded. "If you want to be mine."

You grinned, your lips teasing his as you echoed his same words back at him. "I can prove it."

Din returned your smile, and as his hot mouth finally met yours, you knew it would be a promised fulfilled, for both of you.

[dollniu]

lets talk about sex ! 🍒 — JJK men

synopsis — jjk men and their favorite sex positions, places to have sex, and toys ♥️

characters — gojo, sukuna, nanami, ino, choso, toji

content — f!reader, semi-public sex, vibrators, didlos, missionary, doggy style, cuddle sex, bondage (ropes, handcuffs, etc), shower/bath sex, riding, oral sex, fucking u against the wall ?! , pinning,

other — MDNI 🔞, if you have prompts/character suggestions, feel free to comment or reblog !

gojo satoru —

gojo loves the thrill of semi-public sex, whether it’s a public bathroom stall, in the movie theatre, sauna, even an elevator ! he loves the struggle you have trying to stay quiet and the fear of getting caught, def one of his favorites

during sex, he likes using vibrators on you while he’s fucking you 😵‍💫 something about seeing the overstimulation in your eyes, your loud whimpers while he pounds into you, it could make him cum just seeing you become a mess underneath him

ryomen sukuna —

sukuna has probably fucked you in every position imaginable, he’s an experimentalist and is willing to try everything at least once with you regardless of if you’re done or not. if he’s not finished, you aren’t either 😫

he loves pinning your arms above you, or just restraining you in general! seeing you struggle beneath him, neglecting your pleads for him to touch you is enough to get him riled up 😋 he’s used ropes on you, handcuffs, even just his hands cause his strength out does yours by a record, plus the idea of being able to do whatever he pleases with your body makes him imagine things he definitely shouldn’t be

kento nanami —

his fav position is missionary, he doesn’t want you to be doing any work during sex so he’s usually constantly above you fucking you so so good 🤭 just looking down at you, a complete wreck only makes him fuck you harder

he likes seeing you pleasure yourself, whether it’s just with your fingers but especially a cute dildo. sitting back and watching you fuck yourself is so intimate and erotic it drives him crazy, only making him want to be inside you more

ino takuma —

ino loves a good ride, just sitting down and letting you do whatever you want to him, practically using him as a sex toy, makes him feel pathetically horny. allowing you to bounce on his dick however you want make him throw his head back in pleasure

he’s big on oral, like my guy LOVES giving head to you. eating you out like it’s basically his last meal and seeing you fall apart from just his tongue 😋 getting head is just as good for him, just having your mouth around his tip is enough to make him cum

choso kamo —

big big fan of cuddle sex, it’s just so comforting and romantic and he’s obsessed. y’all are usually just lying in bed together before he starts grinding on you, he especially can’t help it when he sees you wearing his shirt!

choso LOVES HANDCUFFS and any other sort of bondage especially used on him. he will give himself up to you, have his hands tied behind his back with his dick on full display for you to do whatever you want with him

toji fushigoro —

this man is a doggy style fanatic, he loves seeing his dick move in and out of you, holding your waist and practically forcing you down onto his dick, making sure you feel every inch. since your ass is also on full display, he has full range to spank it as many times as he wants especially if you’ve been bad 😚

he WILL fuck you against the wall, wherever you guys are in the house, he’ll find somewhere to pin you against the wall and fuck the shit out of you

[sandersstudies]

So the AI ask wasn't spam. I'd highly encourage you to do some research into how AI actually works, because it is neither particularly harmful to the environment, nor is it actually plagiarism.

Ignoring all of that however, my issue is that, fine, if you don't like AI, whatever. But people get so vitriolic about it. Regardless of your opinions on if it's valid art, your blog is usually a very positive place. It was kind of shocking to see you post something saying "fuck you if you disagree with me, your're a disgrace to the community." Just felt uncharacteristicly mean.

Even if you insist AI isn’t actively harmful to the environment or other writers (and the research I have done suggests it is, feel free to send me additional reading) and you simply MUST use prompts to generate personal content, nobody has any business posting it in a creative space for authors, which was the specific complaint addressed in that original post. While I’ll never say “fuck you for who you are as a person” on this blog, I might very well say “fuck you for harmful or rude actions you’ve taken willingly,” which is what that post was about.

Ao3 and similar platforms are designed as an archive for fan content and not a personal storage place for AI prompt results. It is simply not an appropriate place. If you look in the notes of the previous ask you will see other people have brought up additional reasons they have concerns about this practice.

A note on environmental effects for those who might not know: Generative AI requires MASSIVE amounts of data computers operating. As anyone who has held a laptop in their lap or run Civ VII on an aging desktop computer, computer équipement generates a lot of heat. Even some home and small-industrial computers have water-cooling systems. The amount of water demanded by AI computers is massive, even as parts of the world (even in America) experience water shortages. Besides this, it consumes a lot of power. The rising demand for AI and the improvements demanded to keep it viable mean this problem will continue to scale up rather than improve. Of course, those who benefit from the use of AI continue to downplay these concerns, and money is being funneled into convincing the public that these are not real concerns.

I have been openly against the use of generative AI, especially for art and writing, since its popularity rose in the last couple years. I’m sorry I wasn’t clearer about this stance sooner. I have asked my followers to alert me if I proliferate or share AI content, and continue to do so.

[plokoonweek]

Plo Koon Week - final prompt list

People of Tumblr have decided! This is the list of the prompts that received the most votes:

Day 1: Wolfpack || Accidental Child Acquisition

Day 2: Padawan Photos || Plo & Crechelings

Day 3: Force shenanigans || Father's Day

Day 4: "Not to me" || Alternate Universe

Day 5: Chronic pain || Broken anti-tox mask

Day 6: Family || Compassion

Day 7: Free day

Date: 14th - 20th July (nobody protested, so this is when the event will take place)

Tags (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @dukeoftheblackstar @tealmist55 @whyamismall @ezekiel13 @star-wars-lycanwing-bat @aknightreaderr @lonewolflupe @dizzy-9906 @cursivequestion @archivewriter1ont @faerieinthehumanworld @gingerhopper

08.07.2025: updated taglist, sorry if you got mentioned again

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Every content must be related to Plo Koon. Art, fanfiction, moodboards, video edits, e.t.c are allowed. The more Plo content, the better!

Plo Koon should be the main character in your work or have an important role. He shouldn't be reduced to only mentions nor background character, give him a major role in your work.

Every ship is allowed, including Plo Koon x OC, x reader. We are not going to judge anyone and we want this event to be a safe place. Hate towards participants and bashing of any kind (ship-bashing, Jedi-bashing, e.t.c) is not allowed. Please tag your works properly, so everyone will be able to find something they like!

Both NSFW and SFW is allowed. However you have to tag your NSFW works

Again, tags, tags, tags! They're your friends! Use them, tag stuff that other people may not be interested in or feel uncomfortable (like gore, torture, kinks, x reader, first POV, vomit, e.t.c)

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Mention the event blog, so your work will be able to be reblogged! You can as well use the tag #Plo Koon week, #Plo Koon week 2025 before posting.

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You can complete only one, or both prompts for each day! Day 7 doesn't have a prompt, so you can create and share whatever you want, if you didn't like the prompts, or just want to do something more!

[prettycalla]

|| ludere ||

Pairing: Caracalla/Reader

Summary: Caracalla is very used to getting what he wants. You prove difficult for him. (Prompt request)

Word Count: 2.6k

Tags and warnings: Reader is a little bratty, Caracalla secretly likes it, suggestive at the end but no smut, no use of Y/N.

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Caracalla is very much used to having anything and everything he desires handed to him with as little as a petulant wave of his hand.

The finest wines, the most luxurious of robes, animals from faraway lands, whatever his impulsive mind decides upon. It is his.

You, however, do not seem to follow Caracalla's lex terrae. How it drives him mad.

And yet, he cannot seem to stop himself from wanting more.

It has become a game of cat and mouse, and you, little mouse that you are, are always able to outwit him at every turn.

He is determined to catch you, no matter how long it takes. Caracalla might be impatient, but he is also very stubborn.

It is early morning, and you have been roused from sleep by your husband already earnestly vying for your affections. He pulls you into his arms, leaning in to kiss you. You tilt your head, and he catches your cheek instead.

A sullen little sigh escapes him.

"Wife, do not be cruel," he murmurs.

You cannot help yourself, even at such an early hour; he is so sweet in his fervour. As apology, you turn your head again, pressing gentle kisses to his jaw and down his neck. He gasps, but before he can reciprocate, you are already wriggling out of his grasp.

"My sweet boy, any more of this and you will be late," you say, feigning a tone of concern.

Caracalla is not to be deterred. He reaches for you again, and you take his hands in yours, pressing gentle kisses along his wrists.

"Your brother will wonder where you are, if you take too long," you continue.

"Let him," Caracalla retorts dismissively, freeing his hands from your hold.

You place your hands on his shoulders, in an attempt to keep him in place.

"But the Senate will be lost without your judgment," you insist. "They will not be able to manage without you."

He pauses, and you hide your smile. You have him.

“You are right,” he says with a heavy sigh.

You nod as he ducks forward to kiss you on the lips. You pull away soon after; a little too quickly for his liking, if his expression is anything to go by.

“I will miss you,” you tell him sadly with a little pout, and that is enough to appease him. For now, at least.

“I will miss you more,” he replies sincerely, as he reluctantly pulls away from you.

You watch him leave, sitting up to blow a little kiss to him before allowing yourself to fall back against the pillows once more. You cannot help but smile to yourself when you hear the groan that escapes him as he leaves to dress for the day.

To a mere bystander, it would look as though you have no love for your husband, but it is not so at all. It is not that you do not want him. On the contrary. You adore him, desire him more than anything in this world. But there is a darker side to your adoration. One that cannot help but tease him, make him wait and beg and squirm. It makes you want him all the more. How you adore the chase, because when he finally catches you - when you let him catch you - it is all the sweeter for it.

It is not long before Caracalla returns. He is now dressed, but not yet made-up. You have already risen and been assisted in dressing, now putting the finishing touches to your attire, when Caracalla all but throws himself into the chair that sits by his vanity table.

“You will assist me,” he tells you.

You cross the room to him, where his little pots of powders and creams are scattered haphazardly all across the table. He owns more than you do, you muse.

“Where is your usual attendant?” you ask, searching through the pots to find the right one.

“I tire of her. She does not have your gentle touch,” he replies.

His tone is shy, almost uncharacteristically so. You smile fondly at him. Finding his favoured pot of crushed red ochre and a brush, you gently tilt his head up.

“I will not disappoint,” you reassure him kindly.

“You never do,” he replies with such sincerity that your heart flutters against your ribcage.

There is a gentleness to your husband that is rarely seen, except by you. How privileged you are.

“Hold still for me,” you say, patting the brush into the powder and gently blowing away the excess.

He obeys as best he can. He has always been a fidgety thing, but you know how hard he is trying to be good for you.

You lightly stroke the brush across his cheeks, just enough to bring out the colour in his otherwise pale face. He has not closed his eyes; instead watching you with rapt attention as you work. Eventually he begins to fidget once more, lips dropping open as his breaths become shallower.

You do not have much time, you are quick to realise.

As if on cue, his hands wander to your hips, fingers curling into the fabric of your stola. You do not react, having been on the receiving end of his unruly affections many times before. You admire your work instead, gently tilting his head from side to side to ensure you have not painted him unevenly.

Satisfied, you turn your attention back to the table beside you. Not one to be ignored, Caracalla tightens his grip, fingertips leaving little indentations in the fabric. You hum to yourself, pretending you do not notice.

“Carissima,” he murmurs.

The little quiver in his voice is unmistakable.

“Hm? Whatever is the matter?” you ask nonchalantly, picking up and setting down each little pot in turn.

He swallows thickly. You cannot help the smile that touches your lips. How easily he falls prey to his own urges.

“Must we finish this now?” he asks.

You turn to look at him. The quiet desperation in his face makes him all the more beautiful, you think.

“My darling boy,” you coo, “You are the one who asked for my help, are you not?”

His fingers flex against your stola as he nods.

“Yes, but-” he starts, but falters.

You tilt your head to one side, smiling sweetly, almost pedantically at him.

“But what?” you prompt. “Tell me what ails you so.”

Caracalla squeezes his eyes shut for a brief moment.

“You will kiss me,” he commands softly.

It is more akin to a plea. You do as he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He whines as you part. It is not what he wanted. You know that.

“Again,” he insists.

Gently, you reach down and pluck his hands from your dress, kissing each one in turn.

“You must not distract me, my darling,” you tell him, your tone almost apologetic. “Allow me to finish.”

Caracalla looks as though he is on the verge of tears. Reluctantly, he nods, and you place his hands in his lap. You give his thighs a quick squeeze before you straighten up again, revelling in the sharp gasp that passes his lips.

Pretending to have not heard him, you find the pot of colour he uses for his lips and the accompanying brush. You run your finger around the rim of the pot’s lid slowly, deciding whether or not if this is a good idea.

If Caracalla is difficult now, he will only become more so after this. You smile to yourself. It is a fun game, you must admit.

You position him once more, your hand beneath his chin. His own hand reaches for you for a brief moment, before he seems to think better of it.

“Open,” you command in a murmur, not at all missing how his pupils dilate at one little word.

He does as you ask, letting his lips part enough for you to paint them.

He has returned to fidgeting in his need for you, his rings clattering together as his fingers fret with the fabric of his robes.

You feign ignorance, focused on the task at hand. You press ever so slightly too hard at the corner of his mouth, and he gasps.

“Apologies, my darling,” you mutter. “Are you alright?”

He hums softly in reply.

“I am almost finished,” you say softly. “You have been so good for me.”

The tiniest whimper escapes him at your praise. You smile as you take a step back, admiring your work.

“Beautiful,” you tell him, and the natural blush that graces his features renders the powder useless by comparison.

You move to turn when he stops you, fingers tight around your wrist.

“Was there something else?” you ask innocently.

Caracalla looks up at you, wide-eyed and trembling. His painted lips part for a long moment, before he finally closes them with a little shake of his head.

“No,” he replies, his voice little more than a rasp. “Thank you.”

You place a soft kiss at the crown of his head, sidestepping his hands as he impulsively makes to grab for you again.

"I am afraid I must leave you now, my love," you tell him forlornly. "I have matters of my own that I must attend to, and the Senate will soon be fraught with worry over your absence."

Caracalla is fighting a losing battle with himself, you can tell by the distraught look in his eyes. He allows you to leave, and a small part of you feels remorseful for the teasing you have subjected him to.

But how worth it the end result always is, you remind yourself.

Dinner is a rather quiet affair that evening. You take your usual place at Caracalla's side, and he is quick to regale you with the events of his day. He does not tell you that he has missed you, but it is evident in how he speaks. How his hands linger close to you.

You return the favour in kind, fleeting touches across his skin and whispered words in his ear that cause gooseflesh to rise in their wake. It is not long before he is squirming.

How much further can you push him, you wonder.

You must take your time. Caracalla is easily flustered, but he is not one to be quiet about it. One wrong move, and he will have no qualms with exposing your little game to the entire room.

You continue as you are for a while, not daring to press too hard too soon. It is not long before the rustling of fabric catches your attention, and you glance under the table. Caracalla's leg is bouncing, as it is prone to doing when he is feeling overwrought.

Your hand drops to his thigh, in what you hope masquerades as a comforting touch. His eye catches yours as you do so, and you give him a warm smile, playing the role of adoring wife perfectly, as you always do. It is not hard after all, you do adore him so.

Your hand remains there for a while, and Caracalla eventually becomes distracted once more. Only when he lifts his cup of wine to his lips do you dare to take your little game another step. You let your hand slide up further, until it reaches the very top of his thigh, and squeeze.

Caracalla splutters into his cup, trying not to choke on his mouthful of wine. Geta turns his attention to him from across the table.

"Are you quite alright?" he asks.

"Oh, you poor thing," you say before Caracalla can answer, lifting your hand to gently rub his back. "You must have taken too much wine at once."

Caracalla turns to you then, bright gaze narrowing into a glare. You would be concerned, if it were not for the splotches of blush that have spread across his face. You give him an innocent smile, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, before deciding to give the poor man a break. For the rest of dinner, at least.

As you suspected, Caracalla's patience quickly wears thin with your incessant teasing. You are surprised that he has managed to last as long as he has.

It is late, and you have both retired for the evening, although sleep is far from Caracalla's mind. He has you settled in his lap on the bed, as you gently run your hands through his soft curls, his golden laurels long since abandoned. The lantern candles are beginning to burn low, and yet he has still to take what he wants from you. Like a wisp of incense smoke in the air, you always seem to evade his grasp.

“You are a siren, I am sure of it,” he murmurs, as you once again divert his hands from their path to your chest.

He whines, and you cannot stop the breathy laugh that escapes you.

“I am?” you ask. “I have no knowledge of this.”

“You lure me into your clutches with your sweet song, before sending me to my demise, again and again,” he continues, his hands changing direction to grip your hips.

You let out a little gasp at his touch.

“Surely you do not think so lowly of me,” you say, head tilting to one side, as if he has hurt your feelings.

“On the contrary,” he replies.

His fingers press deeper against your skin. He is sure to leave little bruises, and he seems pleased by this. He looks up at you then, eyes wide and full of awe.

“I think so highly of you that I cannot stand it.”

You trace the line of his jaw with your fingertips, nails gently scratching his skin. He lets out another whine, louder this time. Your smile widens.

“Kiss me,” he commands, one hand sliding up along your back to press you closer to him.

You lean back, just enough to make him work for what he wants. His hand begins to tremble slightly from exertion.

“I would love nothing more, but…”

You trail off, tracing little patterns across his chest with a sigh.

Caracalla huffs, his patience having entirely unravelled. It is a dangerous game you play.

“You will not deny me what I have asked for,” he says lowly, temper flaring.

You meet his gaze, your eyebrows raised in a look of sympathy.

“I do not recall that you asked,” you reply airily. “Rather, you made demands of me."

His eyes narrow at your words. You refuse to look away, instead leaning in until you are mere millimetres away from giving him what he wants.

“One little word, Caracalla,” you whisper, your breath ghosting against his lips. “That is all I ask of you.”

His eyes widen. The brilliant blue almost entirely swallowed up by his pupils, dilated now at your words.

How you wish you could laugh, but you dare not move.

Caracalla’s tongue darts out nervously to wet his lower lip.

"Please," he says in a choked breath.

"Please what?" you press in a teasing manner.

You cannot help yourself. To have him like this, so desperate, wanting, desirous of you - it is addictive.

Please, will you kiss me?" he asks in a soft, trembling voice.

You are quick to relent. You are only human after all, in spite of Caracalla's accusations. You kiss him, and all too quickly, he is pressing himself up against you and pushing you down onto your back. What little restraint he had left is now gone, his need for you entirely overwhelming his senses.

"You will drive me to ruin," he murmurs, as he leaves biting kisses along the length of your neck.

Only a sharp gasp escapes you in response; the urge to tease him has left you entirely. You want this as much as he does, and you will not deny yourself, or your poor husband, any longer.

It is not a loss on your part, as your robes are carelessly thrown to the floor; it is most certainly a victory for you both.

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[yandere-sins]

Monstober 2024

Monster-Enthusiasts, Monster-Lovers, and Monster-Fucker, I call upon thee! This upcoming October is going to be spooky!

It's time for a whole month of delicious monster content! Whether you want them to stalk, to hunt, or to devour your little protagonists (mind you, the monsters are the real protagonists of the story, hehe), I want to see a month dedicated to the beauty of the Ugly and Horrible! All things monster are welcome—art, writing, any kind of showcasing a monster! No matter how cruel or how obscene you like it—now's the time to show it off! ♥

I have prepared a list of monsters & prompts for your guidance, however, if you'd rather do a different monster or a different prompt, that is totally fine! If you prefer to stay private and not have your post reblogged to this blog, that is totally alright, too! This is merely for fun and giggles, and I welcome everyone who wants to challenge themselves this upcoming October to use this list if they want!

How to participate in my Monstober:

- Starting October 1st create something with the monster or prompt of the day! That is all you have to do.

You don't have to do all days or even in chronological order. Feel free to alter the prompts as needed. Your monsters do not have to match the usual descriptions of their kind! Post whenever and whatever you like as long as it is still connected to monsters!

- If you want your entry to be reblogged: @ me yandere-sins in your post, don't forget to put content warnings if any apply (especially Violence & Sexual Content—however, those are very welcome!), and put long texts (once they reach 3k words) under a read more! I'll reblog the posts as soon as I see and have the time to get to them!

Prompts

Day 1: Chimera | Mixed // Misunderstood // Insanity

Day 2: Werewolf/Werecat | Full Moon // Claws // Beastly

Day 3: Alien | Otherworldly // Uncanny Valley // Space

Day 4: Harpy | Cliff // Flying // Illusion

Day 5: Nymph/Dryad/Leshy | Plants // Playful // Nature's Bounty

Day 6: Naga/Lamia | Scales // Wrapping around // Poisonous

Day 7: Sphinx | Riddles // Sand // Giant

Day 8: Merfolk | Water // Singing // Alluring

Day 9: Folklore Creatures | Cautionary Tales // Truth // Naivity

Day 10: Mimic | Treasures // Hungry // Wrong

Day 11: Yuki-onna/Snow Spirit | Snowstorm // Promise // Guiding

Day 12: Witch/Wizard/Magician | Magic // Spells // Towers

Day 13: Shifter | True Form // Unbelievable // Transformation

Day 14: Minotaur | Labyrinth // Bannished // Following

Day 15: Eldritch Horror | Eldritch // Imprisoned // Tentacles

Day 16: "Church" Grim | Graveyard // Protecting // Spirit

Day 17: Dragon | Fire // Hoarding // Fairytale

Day 18: Kitsune | Tricked // Tails // Mystical

Day 19: Elf | Warrior // Swift // Merciless

Day 20: Goblin/Orc/Troll/Oni | Hordes // Village // Brutish

Day 21: Kelpie | Deception // Following // Stuck

Day 22: Skeleton/Zombie | Undead // Loved // Grave

Day 23: Angel | Feathers // Guardian // Watching

Day 24: Ghost | Shadows // Invisible // Coldness

Day 25: Vampire | Blood // Biting // Night

Day 26: Fae Folk | Lost // Fairy Circles // Names

Day 27: Drider | Silk // Cave // Ensnared

Day 28: Demon | Summoning // Contract // Otherworldly

Day 29: Gods | Reign // Glow // Worshipping

Day 30: Human | Real Monsters // Dangerous // Smile

Day 31: Free Choice of your favorite monster or a completely new one!

I look forward to all the monstrous ideas you'll come up with! ♥

[paranormaldorks]

Prompt #3

This was fine. Everything was under control. Nothing he couldn’t handle!

That’s what Danny had been chanting to himself for the past hour. The day had started out fairly normal. He had phased through his bed and had to crawl his way out from underneath, grateful for the soft rug Jazz had given when he moved into the apartment that he had to wiggle on top of to free himself. Once he was free, he made himself something easy for breakfast. (well- it was closer to lunch but it was his first meal of the day, so breakfast.)

He called Sam and Tuck while he was getting ready for the day, having to defend his choice of crawling instead of just phasing his way back out when questioned. It wasn’t his fault he tended to forget his own powers even after he just suffered from the effects of them. Once he had hopped his way into his jeans and haphazardly chose what should be a fairly clean hoody- he said goodbye and hung up before heading out to run by a coffee shop before class.

That seemed to have been a mistake- as he neared the door of the caffeine palace, Danny was suddenly hit with what felt like a strong gust of wind and then a very sudden cold. Now the cold wasn’t something that really bothered Danny much with his ice core- but this sudden chill felt comparable to when his core type presented itself.

That sudden cold was very quickly followed by intense vertigo before Danny realized the floor was closer. Much closer. Alarmingly close. It only took Danny a few seconds more to realize he was on all fours. Then a few more seconds to realize he wasn’t human. He had hurriedly looked around but he hadn’t seen any clue as to how he had become- well he actually wasn’t sure what he was but that didn’t matter. However it seemed that whatever it was that changed him had left already, and his skewed perspective wasn’t helping.

One hour later of struggling to get out of the way of sharp shoes and frankly terrifying rats, Danny stared down at his admittedly ugly face in a puddle. He recognized that he was some sort of cat- but he looked diseased. There was very little hair on his face and the hair that was on him was dark and sparse. The only part of him that was spared was his new silky tail.

Eventually he decided it would be best to head back to the apartment. On the way he found he could still use his ghostly abilities, although any attempt to change back human fell flat and he’s pretty sure he accidentally traumatized some poor pedestrian with a biblically accurate cat. Instead of just flying back to his run down apartment, Danny walked back- hoping to figure out some sort of solution along the way.

He was deep within his thoughts, in the midst of cutting through some damp ally to get home faster, when he walked directly into someone’s shoe. Danny stumbled back from going nose first into metal boots- wrinkling his nose as he studied the oddly armor looking shoes. His scrutinizing was interrupted as a warm hand wrapped itself around his body and lifted him.

Either whoever picked him up was massive or he was much smaller than he originally thought. Danny flailed his paws as he was cradled in one hand, his panic and frantic hissing interrupted as he looked up into the red mask of his attacker. Something softer and comforting unfurled from his core and Danny lowered his raised claws to look at the other who held him. He could faintly smell something rusty and familiar but that was thrown away when the other tucked him closer to their body and started to walk somewhere with purpose.

“If Junior can have a damn zoo, I can have one cat-“ Danny chirped as he barely caught what the masked mystery man had uttered under his breath. It wasn’t ideal to get spontaneously yoinked when he had no clue how to return to normal, he couldn’t help the way his tail looped around the man’s wrist and allow himself to get carried off.

[lampmeeting]

Just a couple weeks until the end of September, so you know what that means!

Kloktober is almost upon us! 🎃🦇

What is Kloktober?: An incredibly zazzy event taking place in October where we celebrate all things Metalocalypse. There’s a prompt for every day of the month to interpret as you see fit! Draw, write, cosplay, make memes, whatever you like - all forms of participation are welcome!

How do I participate?: Make your totally brutal creation inspired by the day’s prompt and post it using the tag #kloktober2024 - it’s just that simple! Post it here, post it to Twitter, post it to AO3, post it to Instagram, wherever you usually post your creative stuff!

But am I allowed to–YUP, ANYTHING GOES! There are no wrong answers during Kloktober! ✨ However you decide to interpret a prompt, it's valid! If you only want to do a few days, or even just manage to do one, that’s also completely valid. Please don't burn yourself out or stress, this is for fun!

What if I don't vibe with one of the prompts? No worries! If there's a prompt that doesn't suit you, please feel free to reach back in time and choose a prompt from a previous year's Kloktober (2023, 2022, 2021, or 2020). And as always, if you have any questions about anything, hit me up!

(plain text version of the prompts are below for anyone who needs them!)

your favorite character

your favorite relationship

horror movie crossover

dressed to kill

use a self-insert or OC

road trip or drug trip

furryklok or demonklok

a favorite headcanon

use someone's parents

bravery or cowardice

inspired by your culture

tattoos or piercings

create-a-skwigelf

use a Halloween treat

one year after AOTD

costume party or sleepover party

use the ghost of a dead character

palling around with another band

what if they never got famous?

Abigail Appreciation Day!

use two character who never met

too much booze or too much sugar

Dethklok as a different music genre

fix them or make them worse

inspired by a metal song

post-apocalypse or cyberpunk

bring back a one-off character

conspiracy theory or propaganda

birthday or funeral

HALLOWEEN!!!

YOUR choice!