#extra prompts

[extra-gray]

Sunoo getting his neck bit in the concept trailer is driving me INSANE

Like imagine how it would be to bite or suck on his neck. He would be squirming and whimpering holy fuckk

MDNI!

AN: Anon, you’re so beautiful for this. Pls ignore any mistakes.

PAIRING: Kim Sunoo x Gender-neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Subby Sunoo, sort-of public sex, some dirty talk, handjob (tell me if I missed anything)

You had Sunoo pinned up against the door of a spare dressing room. One you pulled him away to, while the others were getting their hair and makeup done for the concert. His anxious hands gripped at your waist, while your own slipped up the back of his shirt. You felt his sturdy yet delicate frame, his warm muscles as he trembled against you.

“W-we can’t—“ he breathes out, shuddering and hanging his head as your nails drag down his soft skin. It stung, leaving a trail of heat down his back.

You could hear his heavy breathing right in your ear, shaky and desperate already. And you were barely touching him. But you pinning him against the door alone was enough to make his cock swell.

You could feel it against your thigh. Rock solid and twitching with every small move you make. His knees are already buckling.

“You don’t want it?” You say as you bury your face in the crook of his neck— knowing just what kind of reaction you’d get out of him.

“A-ah—“ he whines and instinctively tilts his head to give you better access, whispering your name under his breath.

He chokes on his words as your lips meet his neck, kissing lightly and bringing your hands to his lower back. You pull him impossibly closer towards you, parting your lips and swirling your tongue in circles in the most sensitive spot that you knew tortured him.

“F-fuck!”

He sinks into you, getting heavier in your hold, and his whines start slipping through his heavy breaths.

And then you’re sucking on the spot you just licked, and he’s wrapping his arms fully around you. You’re filled with his delicious scent, and you have no choice but to devour him.

You sink your teeth into his neck and grind against his body— listening to the way his words turn into strangled moans at the friction you created.

His hips grind against yours, “B-baby,” he whines, and he’s starting to squirm… every single kiss igniting him. He’s on fire, falling apart at the way you attack the sensitive spots of his neck.

His noises are getting louder and louder, more and more desperate with each little mark you leave. And then he’s grabbing one of your hands to push it down towards his dick.

You laugh softly, detaching from his neck to take a look at his face. Pink, rosy cheeks and glossy eyes that are full of desperation.

“Touch me... Please,” he begs, unable to even look at you as he keeps trying to guide your hand down to his aching erection.

You smirk and kiss along his jaw, “You want me to take care of you, babyboy?”

“Yes,” he doesn’t hesitate to answer, his breath catching in his throat. He grips at your bicep once your fingers dip into his waistband.

“Are you horny for me baby? Just from some innocent little neck kisses?” You tease, stopping right at his mons pubis and digging your nails into the skin.

It wasn’t just neck kisses. And it definitely wasn’t innocent. But he loved when you talked to him like this.

He whimpers, “A-ah fuck— yes!”

“Good boy,” you praise before reaching all the way in and grabbing his cock and balls. He twitches and gasps immediately, trembling from your touch. You pull it out, wrapping your hand around the base.

And you go back to his neck. Kissing, licking, sucking. Leaving dark marks everywhere, knowing damn well the other members and staff are going to see. But you don’t care. The way he folds beneath you is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough.

You start stroking him slowly, pulling his foreskin down and feeling him throb in your palm. He’s pent up and solid, leaking like a fountain.

“So good… so good…” he whines, unable to stay still while you touch him. He rocks his hips and throws his head back, already pathetically close.

His precum drips down, and you use it to slick his cock and stroke faster. You kiss along his throat and feel the vibrations as he moans like nobody could hear them.

“Cum for me Sunoo,” you say before licking a stripe all the way from his adams apple to his jaw, and with a violent shudder, he pulls your body flush against his.

“O-oh my god!” He cries out, lost in his own pleasure, “Bite me- fuck- please… I-I’m cumming!”

As soon as he announces his climax, you bite down on his neck hard and listen to the way his orgasmic moans break just slightly from the pain.

“What a good boy…”

His cum is sticky between your clothes, your hand still gently stroking and milking the rest out. He’s slumped over in your arms, breathing heavy and struggling to keep himself upright.

You kiss his neck a few more times before fully embracing him, and it surprises you when he speaks suddenly.

“Thank you,” his voice is breathy and quiet.

You hug him tighter and pat his back, “Don’t be too thankful,” you cringe slightly, “You’re gonna need a lot of makeup to cover that up…”

“Uuuughhh!”

[johnica-weeks]

Johnica Week 2025 • +18 extra prompts 🔥

Do you want to explore some more intimate moments and write a spicy fic for the Johnica week? That's allowed, but remember to tag everything properly both on AO3 and on Tumblr, and put your fics under a :readmore: if you post on Tumblr! You can use the main week's prompts but if you're looking for an extra push here's a few +18 ideas for you that are still in the theme of Gold! 👀

Golden lingerie/body paint

Massage with happy ending

Hot/cold metal play

With age comes experience!

With age come... issues.

Jewels of all kinds

Please avoid interacting with +18 content if you're a minor and mind the tags when approaching NSFW fics. Hate is NOT allowed, respect authors, other readers and the ship, and remember this is all fictional.

[mumblesplash]

i’ve started getting so unreasonably cranky at those posts that are like ‘i’m sick of [aspect of popular media] someone should make [opposite thing]!!!’ by people who don’t seem invested in the idea they’re pitching as anything beyond a subversion of the norm. like ok. i see where you’re coming from but where are you actually going. look me in the eyes and give me one good reason you think that story concept is possible to pull off

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

They're flirting and also starting a fight

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

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" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Mutual “Adult Supervision”

Danny Fenton may age, but his ghost form sure doesn’t. He’s an adult in his civilian life, but his hero form is perpetually 14. Which isn’t that big of a deal, but it is annoying how people outside of Amity keep treating him like a child when he’s trying to help.

Then he meets Captain Marvel, who is his inverse. An actual kid who transforms into an adult body for hero work.

And they have a genius idea: they can become each other’s “adult supervision” for things!

Danny Fenton can act as the “adoptive father” to Billy Batson for civilian matters, while Captain Marvel can act as the “mentor” to Phantom for hero work!

Now people will finally stop bothering them!

Edited because oops i made a pretty major typo - i originally accidentally wrote that he didn’t age in his “human form” instead of “ghost form”, which was the opposite of what i meant, so i corrected it just now

[not-a-user-jussanidiot]

Something something thinking about the extra content where Andrew asks Neil to live together by telling him that "if he wants more than two chairs and a bed" he needs to think about all the furniture himself. Neil taking the job pretty seriously because due to his life on the run he now associates material possession with stability and he really wants to make sure this feels like a forever home and that he's not going anywhere, for once.

Neil ending up buying a bunch of stuff that he doesn't know how to build (never built furniture in his life) and Waymack coming in clutch to help, having a bonding moment with his now-fully-functional-grown-adult kid that almost died a few times and went against the fking mafia being like "what do you MEAN you don't know how to use a damn screwdriver?!!"

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 352

“Mother, I crave violence,” a small child interrupts the video call, practically clambering up into Nightingale’s chair. They look around five or so, with white hair and red eyes. Albino perhaps? 

“Ah, apologies, let me take care of this real quick,” Nightingale turns the microphone off when he gets a few acknowledging noises, picking the small child up and moving them from the room. 

“Cute kid,” Barry acknowledged from behind his coworker’s head, having been helping move things. Actually, the kid looked kind of familiar, though from where, who knew. Hard to remember everything with how fast his thoughts usually went. “I didn’t know Nightingale was a father…” 

Then again the specialist was notoriously private, and set most meetings online thanks to some sort of medical conditions. So he supposed it would make it easier to be a stay at home dad if he was there already…

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *24*

Something has changed. Everyone in the hero community could feel it, even the ones outside of the Justice League.

Over night it seemed like all of them got stronger, faster and more resilient when they were trying to protect someone.

On the other hand, if one of them tried to use their skills to do something unheroic, it was harder to use them and other heros seemed to be able to sense their betrayal easier.

It took some time for Zatanna and the rest of the Justice League Dark to figure out what was going on. Mostly because they didn't think of this specific thing.

A new god had ascended. Something that happened rarely, especially nowadays. But the magic users were sure. Every hero they had checked, had a divine blessing from a new patron god. And every former hero who had fallen to villainy in the last few month had a curse put on them.

The god of super heros had ascended and was watching over them. While some heros got paranoid, others felt some sense of pride and relief.

And maybe it wasn't a bad thing, if something else was making sure that evil wouldn't take hold of them. As soon as they knew their name, they could properly worship them.

[medusas-graveyard]

No killing rule

Phantom: kills Joker very purposely*

Batman: No killing rule!

Phantom, fresh off GIW, was in Bruce's foster care: For your kids, maybe.

Redhood: ...Kid's got a point

[cait-sith]

Day 13: Eat

[the-barefoot-hatter]

I've seen a few Billford fics where Dipper is onto/extremely suspicious that Bill isn't exactly "human", but I think the reverse concept is much much funnier... where Dipper's convinced Ford is the cryptid and Bill is 100% the normal guy

Dipper "Paranoia" Pines: "Mabel, don't you think there's something WEIRD about Great-Uncle Ford??? He barely sleeps, he wears a turtleneck AND coat in the middle of summer, he has a ranked blood 'flavor profile' list, he always sneaking around at night, he always smells like brunt hair... which is... also weird but not really a sign of anything I guess... but I still think he's vampire? Maybe?? -chewing pen, frantically searching The Monster Book of Monsters for more clues- Mabel: "What, Dipper, you're crazy! Right Grunkle Bill?" Bill Cipher -clearly doing something supernatural, up to and including still being a floating triangle in a top hat- "Gee, I dunno Shooting Star, personally I've always suspected my hubbie's a shaved Bigfoot... how else do you explain Stan?" Dipper -oblivious to the real cryptid in the shack-: SEE, yes, thank you, good to know we have one voice of reason in this house!

[princessbrunette]

rafe had been trying to pick a fight with bunny!reader all day due to his bad mood. however, due to her being a little ray of pink glittery sunshine — it just wasn’t happening.

first, the problem was the pink glittery dildo in your dresser that he found whilst snooping due to boredom, waiting for you to be done in the shower. he argues with himself whilst you sit at your vanity, giggling and happily doing your makeup.

“you tellin’ me you need that shit? ‘cus… ‘cus if that’s the case, don’t come begging for dick every thirty minutes when clearly you could be fixing your own problems.” he rants, huffing as you carefully brush mascara through your eyelashes.

“its not the same! pluuuus, i haven’t used that thing in ages. dont even know where you found it, daddy.” you’re clearly amused and it’s making things worse, locking eyes with your boyfriend through the mirror as he stands with his hands on his hips.

“think i’m stupid, right? if you weren’t still using this thing you would have thrown it in the trash.”

you spin on your stool, giving him a convincing pout. “i only use it when you go away on business trips with your dad, ‘cos i just miss you so much.”

he blinks, clearly not out of juice.

“you need to learn a little patience and self discipline, alright — you’ll appreciate this dick more without the fuckin’ silicone version.” he drawls and you giggle again at his word choice before bringing your manicured fingers to your lips to stop yourself.

“m’attached to it rafey. i like it. its pink and glittery and i’m not throwing it away.” you stand your ground, and his jaw ticks, looking around once more at the toy laying on your bed.

“cant do all the shit i do n’you know it… right? you call me when that toy fuckin’ chokes you out how you like it or spits in your damn asshole and shoves its thumb in there. yeah?” he mouths off before leaving the room, caring less and less about the argument as time goes on. now you really couldn’t fight him — he was playing dirty, and that made you horny.

his fighting spirit is given a new lease of life downstairs in the kitchen, when you accidentally blurt out the wrong name whilst speaking to him.

you’re giggling uncontrollably once more, grabbing at his shirt in the kitchen attempting to pull you closer as he holds his hands up, pretending to be totally disgusted.

“nah, who the fuck is that — huh? nate?”

“gosh, rafey — he’s from gossip girl! i was just thinkin’ about the show and your names sound similar! was an accident!” the fact you don’t sound sorry in the slightest is grinding his gears, not hugging you back when you manage to wrap your arms around him. “daddy hug me back.” you pout, and he peels you back with his hands on your shoulders.

“on thin fuckin’ ice today… alright?” he raises his eyebrows. you smile and nod, earrings jangling like there wasn’t a thought in your head.

it’s on the way to the country club that he’s really had enough, insisting on playing your music in the car, constantly winding down the volume to ask questions that didn’t need to be asked. your delicate hand reaches out for the volume toggle once more and he smacks it away.

“if you’re going to ask me if i’d still love you as a worm, or whatever bullshit you’ve conjured up — i suggest staying quiet, yeah? already told you that you’re pushing it today.”

he doesn’t have to look at you to know your smile is spreading.

“that wasn’t my question, but would you?”

the car pulls over to the side of the road with a swiftness, and he turns his body in his seat. you look unbothered as ever.

“why’d we stop?”

“you’re uh, you’re goin’ in the trunk. okay?” he rasps slowly, nodding his head like it would hypnotise you into agreeing. somehow, it worked — because your grin remains.

“okay!”

he marches over to your side and yanks you out before walking you round the back and opening the trunk. “i’m serious. get in.”

you do with no complaints — and by the time he is back in the drivers seat, he believes he’s taken it too far. however there’s no banging around, no crying, no screaming for him to let you out — so he drives away. the silence is rewarding, but he doesn’t feel great about it.

when he pulls up to the country club, he’s quick to walk around the backside of his truck and open up the trunk, relieved to see you happy as a clam — and lifts you out from under your arms. “that was fun! it was like you were a kidnapper, but also my boyfriend.” your eyes have a twinkle to them as he marches you towards his group of friends, gawking with questioning gazes.

“yeah you like that shit? ‘that turn you on?” he bites back sarcastically, but you nod anyway.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 136

Contrary to popular belief, Jaskier was the one who said no to riding a horse. Jaskier willingly walks alongside Geralt and Roach. Because Jaskier is afraid of riding horses. Don't get him wrong! He loves horses! Just not being on them as they run 48 kilometers per hour. When Jaskier sprains his ankle walking, however, Geralt decides enough is enough and it's time to teach him how to ride and help him face his fear. Jaskier sits in front of Geralt on top of Roach as Geralt teaches him how to ride, and every time Jaskier gets too nervous, Geralt will hear his heartbeat tick up, and he'll hug him, or praise him, and Jaskier will calm again. Jaskier's been getting better. To the point that Geralt can now just walk alongside Roach and Jaskier, hand resting on Jaskier's leg or back. Geralt decides to surprise Jaskier with his own horse! Geralt finds something sturdy and gentle, but also pretty, knowing his bard will love to comb and braid the horse, and will want to show it off. It's a white horse, which certainly won't stay white on the road, but then again, Jaskier will most likely delight in cleaning the horse and admiring it's sheen when it's washed. Geralt presents Jaskier with his horse, and Jaskier is overjoyed. Sobbing with happiness, hugging and kissing the horse, and Geralt has never been more in love with his bard. The first time Jaskier rides his own horse, they go at a very gentle slow pace, as the horse seems unsure about being ridden. Jaskier cajoles and consoles it through it all, and soon enough they're riding at steady paces, both Jaskier and his horse now feeling safe and brave enough to go at a normal pace, sometimes even a bit faster. Geralt is happy. Until one day, big white wings materialize on the sides of Jaskier's horse, and the damn thing takes off with Jaskier still on it. Shit.

[mischievous-thunder]

Oh no! The Honey Badger doesn't like Wade talking like that about other people

[frog-lamp]

a short animation of an iconic moment, hope y’all like it!

song - Pressure by Muse