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[fvlmen]

The Prompt Vault!

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[colachampagne3]

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[sleepixgstars]

hey! danmei fanwriters!

hi! i've been wanting to make this for a while, but never really got the chance until now;

a fandom-based writer/reader discord server!

writers post fics/wips; readers give feedback/suggestions

rules: please be respectful and kind!

this idea was centered around mxtx novels specifically, but this is open to any danmei !!

if you're interested or have any questions, pls dm me here or on twitter (@/sleepixgstars) and I'll get back to you as soon as possible <3

[zolass]

ㅤㅤ𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀

ㅤ···─TEACHING MANNERS with AJAX ILLAD

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter by @yanderefarm

Summary: A lot of parents complained to you, about the way a certain Illad, dresses to pick up his youngest brother. So there seems to be no way around, but try to.. talk some sense into the other male. wc: 1.8k

tags: smut, top m reader, bttm ajax, semi-public, +

Note: This idea is mostly from this little thing, I had the 'au' already written down and thanks to the dear owner of the character, I now have an idea on how to write this a bit better.

Still there's probably a high chance it sucks, but oh well I hope you guys enjoy <3

Never did Ajax think this would work. The first day he laid his eyes on you, he was smitten away, how can he not? You always made his younger brother ramble about how nice and cool you are, how you were his and others favorite teacher. 

Of course it is something that Ajax also noticed, at the beginning where he picked up his younger brother, you smiled at him and the way you held small talk with him, made his heart beat quicken.

Something about you was just simply so charming to him.

At first he wasn’t really happy, having to go back to school, even though he loved his youngest brother, he definitely would let someone else pick him up. But since he saw you, he couldn’t help but to simply pick his brother up with the driver. Over time he started to dress more– risky. 

From tailored suits, to cropped shirts that showed his abs, and low sitting pants showing his v line dipping into his pants. But there were people coming up to you, to complain about a certain male, about the way he started to dress, seeing it as improper. 

Mostly though it was women with.. Other stuff in mind thinking they could get something from you, maybe a phone number, to ‘complain’. Yet the number of Ajax was never even in the information, only the numbers of the parents.

But you still had to talk to the other, as you put all of your papers together and waved the kids goodbye. It was finally the weekend right in front of you. Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door, and as you looked over you saw Ajax. His shirt was cropped, like the last few times. But this time his slacks were rather nice fitting dress pants.

“My brother told me, you wanted to speak to me?” Ajax said, before he casually walked over to your desk, leaned against it. Your eyes were trained on him, as you gave him a small smile, “Yes.. there have been a few.. Complaints about the way you come to school, to pick your brother up, Mr Illad,” you told him, while you put the papers in a folder. Ajax’s eyes were glued to your figure, as a small smirk played on his lips, “Calling me Mr. Illad seems rather strange no? I mean we are both rather close age wise– call me Ajax,” he said.

Surprised you looked at the other, before closing the folder and putting it into your bag. “I’m sorry  Mr–” there was a slight squint of Ajax eyes,”Ajax, but I only asked you to come here because of the..” you trailed off as you noticed Ajax leaning closer to you, “What can I call you? I don’t mind calling you mine,” Ajax winked at you.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, “I– ehh M/n– but that’s not the importance–” you were interrupted, “Nice to finally know your name, handsome,” Ajax said. He took another step closer, “You look really, and I mean really good in these clothes,” Ajax eyes were basically like two pools of lust.

Ajax was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. So when he leaned closer, you couldn't help but pull him closer until you captured his lips with your own. The kiss was led by desire but had the passionate edge to it. Your hands were firmly on his rather slutty waist, kneading the soft flesh with your hands.

The kiss went on for a while, before you pulled back. Both of your lips were swollen red, “Let me close the door,” you breathed out before quickly walking over and closing the door. Your hand pushed your hair slightly back, the tent in your slacks was rather obvious what’s coming next.

As you walked back to Ajax, you couldn’t help it but let your eyes wander over his body. Swallowing hard you couldn’t help but to fuck that teasing smirk off his lips, you sat down on your chair with your legs spread enough for a person between them. You teasingly tapped your hand on your thigh, “Why don’t you get to work, Ajax– maybe I can teach you some manners.”

He couldn’t help but stare at your bulge, before he nodded and quickly kneeled between your thighs. Licking his lips, Ajax started to rub his thumb over your cock, while he opened your pants with the other one as best as he could. But as he struggled you helped get your pants off with a chuckle, “You soon learn how to do it,” you said. 

Ajax’s cheeks were tinted pink at your words, but the way his own hard dick strained against his tight dress pants. Pulling your underwear down, Ajax couldn’t help the small gasp escaping his lips, as he watched with slightly widened eyes how your cock sprang free. Your girth was definitely nice, but what was catching his eyes more was your length that basically balanced your girth out. 

Not wasting anymore time he can have with you, Ajax quickly got to work. His lips wrapped around your tip, as he glanced up at you through his lashes after a small groan leaving your throat. You noticed him looking at you, you placed your hand on his head, but not pushing him down. He pushed his head down, getting more of your cock into his mouth, god you were basically the perfect match for him and definitely his mouth. 

Hopefully you were even better for his ass.

Ajax licked over the veins, making you groan a bit louder. He bobbed his head, happy that he finally reached half his goal. Suddenly you pushed his head down, until his nose was pressed against your groin and your entire length was buried deep into his throat. A moan rippled through Ajax’s throat as his eyes rolled back, yet he quickly knew what you wanted so he quickly got back to sucking you off, while you slightly thrusted up into his warm and wet mouth.

He couldn’t help it but just wanting you to fuck him, so he picked up the pace, hoping for you to cum right down his throat. Ajax could feel the way your dick twitched in his throat, and your hands grabbing onto his hair only to push his head down, he couldn’t help but moan as your cum spurted down his throat. 

Slowly he pulled his head back, not without licking over the veins on your cock. A small groan left you, as your tip popped out and Ajax gave it a teasing kiss. You let out a sigh, as you watched Ajax stand up. His own bulge is obvious now to you as well. 

You watched as Ajax turned around and swayed his hips from side to side. Biting your lip, as you stood up you were right behind him, your hands were placed on his waist, as Ajax grinded his clothed ass against your exposed cock. With a swift movement, you pushed the other's chest down onto the desk, showing two perfect round cheeks in front of you.

Making quick process, you quickly opened up the buttons to Ajax’s pants before pulling them down enough for them and his underwear to fall and pool around his ankles themselve. You held your cock in your hand, as you teased his hole with the tip, doing slow circles, smearing your precum around it. Whines left Ajax as he pushed his hips back, hoping for you to finally thrust into him. 

“Please~ just fuck me already,” Ajax begged you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Someone seems eager,” you teased as your eyes were focused on his expression that was turned to you.

Biting your lip you couldn’t help but smack Ajax round ass, letting a moan break free from his throat. Ajax hated but loved the way you treated him, his dick leaking precum on the floor, “Please just put it in– I’m already prepped, just, fuck me,” he begged you again. You watched him for a little longer until you pushed your tip in, a groan left you while a loud moan left Ajax.

You placed both hands on his hips, before you slammed your entire length into Ajax’s hole making a scream escape his mouth, as his eyes rolled back. The heat of your dick and the twitching made butterflies erupt in his stomach, where a small bulge formed. As you thrusted roughly into Ajax, you leaned down on his back.

Placing a kiss on his shoulder,”Taking me so well, baby,” you groaned into his ear. His hole tightened at your words, making you curse out a whispered fuck, before you picked up the pace. The sound of your skin hitting his turned both of you on even more.

Your hands were gripping Ajax’s waist, as your thrusts grew sloppy. Ajax felt the abuse on his prostate turn rather sloppy, so he knew you were about to cum. He couldn’t help himself but moan at the thought of you pumping your cum into him, “cum in me– ngh fuc– ple-see–” Ajax begged through the moans. The to well known feeling built up in his groin, “cum-ing,” Ajax moaned out, before his eyes rolled back as he came. His big useless cock dirtying the desk with his cum, as he felt your tip push against his prostate one more time before a moan rippled from your throat.

With one last rough thrust you pushed your entire length into Ajax as you came, the belly bulge getting bigger while Ajax caressed the spot with a sigh and imaginary hearts in his eyes. 

You basically stuck to Ajax even as your cock went soft inside of Ajax, but you couldn’t help but hold him in your arms. You kissed his shoulder, as you still held onto his hips. “You did well, pretty boy,” you said, slightly out of breath.

Ajax chuckled as a blush formed on his cheeks, “Thanks– you did fuck me pretty good too–” Ajax said, awkwardly even though he meant it. You did fuck him really well, his fingers trailed around the bulge, biting his lip Ajax couldn’t help but look back at you.

“Can I take you out on a date?” he suddenly asked you, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Sure– I mean yea-” you leaned your head against his neck. “You should wear suits more often– I still remember the times you had it on– you look really good with them,” you suddenly said.

Ajax seemed surprised at that, “Thank you,” there was another silence. “Do you think I’m pregnant with your kids?” Ajax suddenly spewed out, and you couldn’t help but look dumbfounded at him before you chuckled, “Ajax, I don’t think that’s how it works,” you said and a pout formed on his lips, “Sadly, but a man can have dreams–” he retorted. 

You couldn’t help but simply kiss his cheek, “Then when is the date?” you ask him. “How about we start– after we make it out of here– and we do another round in my car, how about that?” Ajax asked, with a teasing look over his shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, “sure.”

[fandomshipjumper]

Here is my SVSSS idea. I love MoShang and especially the implications of God!SQH. I thought about how things would go for them if they ever had a kid and then this hit me. Honestly, this will probably end up as a drabble or a very short story. No clue about the kid all of this is about. I just love what MBJ says here. I immediately made a note when it hit me.

SQH and MBJ are having a kid and SQH's God ID pokes out

SQH sitting at a desk, hands folded in front of his face staring at a blank scroll and Quill. Debating whether or not to write their son's story.

MBJ comes in, they talk about SQH's worries and how he could make sure their son would have a perfect life, always safe, a bit of adventure here and there. SQH just doesn't know what to write.

MBJ stops SQH, takes his hands and says

Let his fate remain unwritten. Let his feet trod his legacy through a map of his own making. He is your son. Don't take his Creation away. Fall in love with another's Story.

[welcometomypersonalhell098]

Beauty of the Mundane

Set in the Biting the Hand that Feeds AU

just a lil drabble I thought about while drawing this attack for @xitsensunmoon​ !!!

in which you literally do nothing, and Moon has a bit of a crisis

It was a normal day, all things considered. You took a late night shift today, and besides the normal trials and tribulations of being a doctor in this city, there wasn't anything really to complain about. No Karens, no lifethreatening emergencies, and you even got a thank you card from a boy you helped through your donations  And even though your eyebags were noticable and your body tenser than a taut bowstring, you took your wins when you could. You open your door and even cook dinner that night (yay!) while chatting up a storm with your vampiric roommates who are secretly as overjoyed as you that you had a good day. After a shower and a clean change of clothes, you all but flop into Moon's arms with a one round trip to dreamland. The routine started as a teasing remark one cold night, Moon recalls, the heater was busted and the poor human was shivering like a leaf. So, as a suggestion ( with no ulterior motives of course), he offered his lap as a solution. He does have a wonderfully warm fluffy coat, you know. He was met by flimsy excuses paired with embarrassed expressions the first few times, but he knew you couldn't resist him in the end. Soon, it became a part of everyday life with your lunar-themed friend: he gets your blood, gets to be by your side while you rest, and teases you all the times in between. Rinse and repeat for basically the foreseeable future. Moon looks down at your resting features now as his reminscing is interrupted by gentle snores. You looked so peaceful, the day's stress washed away entirely as you lay in the glow of moonlight. A certain feeling begins to creep up in the vampire's mind as he sits with you, he can't quite put a name to it. It was nice though. Being depended on, he thinks. Your relationship with the brothers were a little (a lot) parasitic in nature. It was nice to be able to give something back that wasn't the excuse of "entertainment" or "better food". The feeling sort of stews for a few minutes in Moon's mind.... ...Until, like a panther after stalking its prey, the feeling is suddenly realized and had you not been currently in Moon's lap, he would have jolted with a concerning violence. His usual smug smirk now reduced to a stunned expression and eyelights completely dark. He likes this. This meaning the quiet moments with you. Not just the playfulness and drinking of your blood -- both great things do not get him wrong -- but the everyday moments. The domesticity. And as he spirals, he realizes something else. Nothing about the individual parts of your with him relationship really have anything in common. Not the blood, not the quick witted conversations, and most certainly not these late nights. Nothing....except you. Maybe, just maybe...that means he likes you more than he thought. As he looks down at you again, it feels more special this time. As if time has stopped just for Moon to drink in all of your features, to try and figure you out as you slumber. And that's the kicker, he thinks. You did nothing but sleep and yet you managed to get a rise out of him. He quietly chuckles. You really are something. He thinks back to the first time you met. And then all the memories that happened in between then and now, good and bad. He looks back down at you. Yeah, you really are something.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Can I request a Raphael x angel MC please 🥺

The Gabriel x Michelle and Lucifer x Michael were so good 😭😭

I'm stuck with you and your scenarios now 😠

You're welcome, dear~! I see my total eclipse of the brain bring some good after all. I hope I will be able to fulfill this request. Rafael is on the verge of being a character I dare write for, but let's try.

It was all your fault, that you make Raphael feel so special, then forget about it, and after all, you died. Lowly, pathetic human being. How dare you? Do you think he will forgive you for this? Tsk. Not only stupid, but naive, too. You are lucky that you chose to be reincarnated in heaven. Maybe there's still a chance for your pitiful soul.

And *maybe* you will repent if stop teasing him and start to suck.

Even though you were below him, licking his piercing and letting him tug at your hair, you knew who was boss. Poor, unaware angel. Blessing? Being the chosen one? Good joke. Only few strokes and his tip was already covered with whitish ooze. You raised an eyebrow and snickered.

“And who is the pathetic one?” 

He grabbed your hair harder. 

“Shut... up. Do your work.”

“Truly pathetic…” Your tongue stroked his trembling manhood. “Swayed so easily.”

“Enough!” 

As you opened your lips once more, he thrusted deep inside your mouth. Smiled vindictively as you chocked. He wanted you to lose your breath, to finally be quiet, and obediently end the act of his ascension. As cruelly, as holy. New madness hitted his insides as you murmured with a trickle of saliva ran down your chin.

“Better…” Those full cheeks, clenched throat and murderous intent in your eyes make you both dirty and perfect. Perfect to be used. Clouded with pleasure, he thought that he found his new favorite toy.

All Raphael stans! Let me redirect you to @livelaughlovesubs and her wonderful fics - here you got first and second part. I assume you've already seen it, if not, check it out~ She can write and catch his personality way better than me

[tylejandro]

If the TF2 mercs were on Total Drama Island, I think this would be the elimination order:

Scout's gone first. It's almost unanimous, only Heavy and Engie tolerate him.

Soldier's loud and annoying too. Engie, Demo and Pyro like him but it's not enough.

Medic's flown under the radar until now but his love for messing with peoples' organs can't be ignored forever, he's out third.

Sniper pisses in jars and kinda hates everybody. Needless to say he's not winning a popularity contest. Maybe he votes himself out.

Engie's friendly -- too friendly... Spy conspires and gets a couple of the other guys to vote him off. This is where the EngieSpy ship fuel ends after building them up for several episodes but that's just me. Spy may have tried to bring Sniper on his side last time but that epically failed.

Demo and Pyro are upset to see Engie go after all, thinking about it, or maybe this was their plan all along, and Spy's out next.

The three left are all kind of floaters and like each other, so the Administrator makes Pyro and Heavy duke it out. I'll let Heavy win just this once, and it creates some tension between them since Demo liked Pyro more than he likes Heavy.

Who wins is up to you, but let me set the record straight: it's a bloodbath. Total bloodbath. People die. Demo wins in Scotland obviously.

[xitsensunmoon]

It is time

Warning; suggestive themes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47608378

Copying the link so it's clickable

And YEAAAA!!! Thank you so much!! Man I can clearly see that you used info from a lot of bhtf au asks and it's!!! Warms my heart! I laughed at our fave menace being a menace, he's on point with his gremlin shenanigans. Reader is tired and fed up but kinda just goes with it yes XDD

Also soft Moon PLEASE!! Sobbing yes thank you so much, keeping this fic close to my heart<333

[kennalolz]

Konig has a black cat, its canon because I say so.

As you entered the room, your eyes were immediately drawn to the fluffy bundle of joy that was sitting on the windowsill. It was a little black kitten with bright green eyes, and it seemed to be observing the world with curiosity. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling an instant connection with the tiny feline.

"Hey there, little one," you said softly, crouching down to get a better look at the adorable creature. "What's your name?"

Just as you were about to reach out and stroke the kitten's fur, you heard a familiar voice from behind you. "Ah, I see you've found my partner in crime."

Turning around, you saw Konig leaning against the doorframe with a playful smile on his face. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as if he had orchestrated this encounter.

"Your partner in crime?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled and walked over to join you, kneeling down next to you. "Well, I've been spending a lot of time with this little rascal lately. We've become quite the team."

You looked back at the kitten, who had started to purr as Konig gently scratched behind its ears. It was evident that they had formed a special bond. Your heart warmed at the sight, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards the kitten.

Konig noticed your expression and laughed. "Don't worry, [Y/N]. There's plenty of room in my heart for both of you."

You smiled, relieved by his reassurance. "I hope so. Because I think this little one has already stolen a piece of mine."

Konig chuckled again, his laughter infectious. "I knew you'd understand. Cats have a way of doing that, don't they?"

You nodded, reaching out to gently stroke the kitten's back. It arched its back and purred contentedly, seeming to enjoy the attention. The three of you sat there in comfortable silence, reveling in the peaceful moment.

[ripeteeth]

This dude would have loveddddd purity culture in fandom today.

“Mr. Oscar Wilde has again been writing stuff that were better unwritten; and while The Picture of Dorian Gray, which he contributes to Lipincott’s, is ingenious, interesting, full of cleverness, plainly the work of a man of letters, it is false art — for its interest is medico-legal; it is false to human nature — for its hero is a devil; for it is false to morality — for it is not made sufficiently clear that the writer does not prefer a course of unnatural inequity to a life of cleanliness, health, and sanity. The story — which deals with matters only fitted for the Criminal Investigation Department or a hearing […].”

Notice in the Scots Observer, edited by W.E. Henley

[dreamingwithmyadhd]

Dark Eyes (Howl Jenkins-Pendragon x Dark Eyed reader)

Howl casually strolled the streets of the town he was in that he could not recall the name of for the sake of his life. He thought to himself that quite frankly if he were to be asked, he would simply ignore the request and stroll along.

Now, he was known as a womanizer in almost every town except for the few he blackened his name in, telling poor villagers or citizens that he stole and ate the hearts of those he deemed beautiful. It struck fear in the over-pompous and gave relief to those who lacked the confidence to believe they were beautiful. He would eat his own heart if he hadn't given it to Calcifer.

Howl was jolted from his thoughts when a slight bump alerted him someone was near. It was you, rushing from the market to the dressmakers to the fabric makers, doing tasks on your day off to earn extra money.

Howl felt his nonexistent heart pang. While your features were somewhat unique for the area, your eyes struck Howl and made his leg buckle. They were a dark colour, a unique one to find in the town. streaks of light filtered through your errand hat and illuminated the colour of your eyes, making Howl's mouth water and his arms feel heavy.

Why were your eyes so captivating? Howl wondered as he wandered and you scampered off to continue your tasks. In a district that favored light features, your bold ones made him think of his own overly effeminate features, like his jewelry or his preference for flowey clothes. And who was he to deny that he looked good in high waisted pants?

You captivated his mind when he returned to his castle, you strangled his head with your features when he went to bed and you were his first thought in the morning. He didn't want to find you attractive. He didn't want to actually want to pursue you, maybe if he did you or he would lose interest before anything really happened. And yet he heard his fork clatter to the ground as he thought of what you might look in a nightgown, a dancing gown, maybe even wear his Rugby apparel and invite you to wear pants in his castle if you visited. As Howl overlooked his family in Wales through his bedroom window, He thought of his sister and how she had a husband and two children. He thought of Michael possibly getting along with you, and odd domestic thoughts filled his head. Heading into town again he prayed he would see your face again so he could take a better look at those eyes. Maybe in the sunlight of midday or maybe in the pinks and purples of dusk, or maybe he can admire the darkness of them as they become most bold against your white scleras during night.

[ribz4livers]

A pizza doxing or a trip to the dumpster would have been so much better than this...

I am finally trying to be more comfortable sharing my writing with the general public! This is supposed to function as a small introduction to Madeline and the events leading up to her kidnapping just before where TPOF takes place. It isn't very long but depending on the reception, I do want to try my hand and writing more about her and potentially Derek (once I get over my cringe hurdles).

I hope you guys enjoy. 💖

This post contains writing! If you would like to read, please click on the "Keep Reading" below!

Madeline/content belongs to myself (ribz4livers)

TPOF belongs to @/gatobob

Word count: below 1000

🔞 MINORS DNI! 🔞 This includes AGELESS BLOGS! Failure to comply will result in a BLOCK.

“Alright guys! You know the drill, let me know what you think in the comments below or–” the girl on the screen flashes a small but toothy smile, “if you’re watching this live, blow that chat box up! I’ll see you later for my next scheduled live and trust me, you won’t want to miss it!" She held up a hand and gifted a small wave, “Bye-bye and keep yourselves safe!” Cut. That’s a wrap. Madeline leaned over her keyboard, hitting the button on her microphone to end the live audio before quickly doing the same with her webcam, cutting the hundreds of eyeballs ogling her from the shadows of the internet. She sighed, clicking her mouse and scrolling through the chat feed, reading people’s reactions to her most recent stream. “This was disgusting”, “is she actually serious?”, “troll”, etc… There were a few people singing their praises, applauding Madeline for her attention to detail when talking about the Top 5 Most Gruesome Serial Killers of Our Time!!! but she knew they were just knights in shining armor trying to get the attention of their queen. There was no research in these videos; a quick visit to any online encyclopedia and there was all the information she needed. Copy, past, action.

Even with so many people watching her when she hit that “go live” button on her screen, once she ended that stream that was it; no eyes, no reeling chat, just nothing; just her staring back at the wolfish girl in the viewfinder on her screen, all alone. Leaning back in her chair, Madeline again sighed. The reactions she got were good but were they good enough to get the attention of the reaction channels? After her last controversy, rating victims’ outfits, she really needed to step it up a notch if she wanted to keep the notoriety.  “Maybe…Dateable Delinquents? No…too easy…” Madeline muttered to herself, grabbing her phone. She checked her texts. It had been over 6 hours since she had last looked at her phone anyway, right? Something had to be there by now.

“Tch…” Madeline clicked her tongue as there were no texts from anyone. Oh well, in the meantime she could go for a dose of fresh air. Maybe visit that cute café down the road and get ahead on her next script or finally start on that essay she had due today before midnight.

Making her way to the vanity, Madeline kicked a medium sized box out of the way, the useless artifacts from a time past rattling around and hopefully breaking in the process. She glanced at the box as she passed, taking note of the neatly written address on one of its half opened flaps. Clearly a woman's writing. She would have to make a trip to the apartment dumpster soon, what a fucking pain.

Once sat in front of the vanity mirror, Madeline began touching up her appearance. She already had her makeup done, never appearing on streams or videos without it, but it couldn't hurt to fix her hair and adjust her outfit in accordance with today's weather: drab and weary. 

Just her and the girl in the mirror now. Her eyes were too yellow, her ears too tall, nails too thick and teeth far too sharp. Madeline flashed a smile at the glass but shame pricked her lips before they stretched too far. Well behaved girls don't bare fangs.

She began to brush her hair carefully, taking extra care to give it that desired, signature flip she was known for–at least if she had people who knew her–and for a moment thought about a time when her hair was much longer, harder to style; no, it wasn't that it was harder to style but that she wasn't allowed to style. Once again Madeline thought about that box sitting only a few feet behind her. Impulsively grabbing her phone again Madeline opened the screen. Still nothing. The phone made a loud clack as she set it back down on the table with a little more force than before and continued her grooming.

Madeline was lost in teeth, boxes, scripts but was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a door, her door, getting softly knocked. It wasn't expected but it wasn't unwelcome either. Maybe it was one of those pizza doxings she had heard so much about from her time lurking on the internet farms. The thought of someone going through all that effort just to send her a free lunch made the girl smile, fangs poking over her elongated lips. How sad were these keyboard warriors? 

Another knock.

Madeline got up, doing a once over in the mirror and began making her way to the door, all smiles, "hold on, I'm coming."

Silence.

Without checking the peep hole, Madeline opened the door wide but her giddy expression clouded once she saw there was in fact no pizza, only two large bodies dressed in dark colors and obscured faces.

"Hi…Madeline?" One of them asked in a voice that sounded fake, filtered and suspicious.

There was no time for her body much less her mind to react. There was no sixth sense, no hair standing on edge and no words; and apparently these people needed no answer. Before Madeline could utter a word, she felt something pressed to her mouth, a cloth, and next there was only black–

A pizza doxing or a trip to the dumpster would have been so much better than this.

[zolass]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

ㅤㅤㅤ···─NEW CONTENT with AJAX ILLAD

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter by @yanderefarm

Popular Camboy Ajax x Popular Camboy Male Reader

Summary: Ajax and you were both rather famous, for the same yet slightly different content. While he fucked girls, with dark scenarios, you simply fucked guys with just a few dark additions. So it was a surprise that the other wanted to stream with you. wc: 1.1k

tags: smut, some fluff ig, poorly written, mentions of multiple rounds, breeding kink, pet names, +

Note: For the simplicity of this one, I didn't really go to the yandere side, just smut- I hope it's alr tho.

and mdni :)

You were casually sitting on the luxurious couch,  in front of you was a male. To be precise a male with your cock buried in his wet and warm mouth. The camera was positioned in a way that showed just the perfect view of what was going on. You both were camboys, usually the one before you who goes by the name yourkiller on the platform the two of you streamed on.

He usually did content either solo but mostly with women with whom he enjoyed doing dark content with.

So it was a shocking surprise when he suddenly sent you a message wanting to create a video with you. You were popular even though your content contained of you fucking guys until they were only babbling and cockdrunk off of your dick.

You watched as Ajax bobbed his head, your entire length down his throat. Your hand grabbed onto his hair slightly pulling on it, making Ajax moan around your cock while his eyes rolled slightly back.

His cock was throbbing painfully inside of his pants, his hands were placed beside your legs as you ordered him to, “Such a good slut for me, ain’t ‘ya?” You groaned out, as you started to thrust up into his mouth. Something resembling a whine came out of Ajax, as tears built up in the corner of his eyes and god did he look beautiful.

The oh so familiar feeling built up in your groin, you quickly pressed his head down, “Swallow it all, baby,” you groaned before your cum spurted down Ajax’s throat, who could only sigh in delight as he swallowed it all. You let go of his hair, letting him pull back and show his empty mouth to you.

“I knew it, you are such a good whore for me,” you said to Ajax, grabbing his neck and pulling him closer, until you pulled him into a short and passionate kiss. As you pulled back, you patted the couch making him quickly sit on it, you made sure to place the camera to catch the next actions perfectly like before.

“Get your ass up, pretty boy,” you said, after you moved back to the big luxurious couch. Quickly doing that, Ajax soon was on all fours in front of you. You lightly spanked his ass cheeks, before pulling them apart to show his puckering hole. “For your first time, you are so– obedient, I like this side of you already a lot,” you teased him, before you leaned forward and teased his hole with your tongue before pushing past the rim. Ajax moans were like a melody in your ears, as you worked him until the edge. 

You pulled back before Ajax could release, smacking his ass yet again before pushing the whiny and needy Ajax down so his chest is pressed against the couch with a pretty arch of his back. “Don’t worry baby, you get to cum soon enough and definitely not only once,” you promised him.

Ajax couldn’t help the giddy feeling surging through his body, his cock leaking precum onto the couch. You teased his hole with the blunt tip, your attention on the camera, beside it a screen with a live chat going basically feral. 

“Be sure to look closely,” you said, before you placed your hand on Ajax’s hip, while the other hand guided the tip of your dick in. A groan slipped from your lips, while Ajax moaned at the feeling of being stretched as you pushed further until you bottomed out inside of him. “God you take me so well,” you gently kneaded his round buttocks, “Sure you never took a dick before?” You asked with a teasing voice.

“You’re m-my first, a–ctually,” Ajax brought out through a few gasps, the feeling of your pulsing cock, “Hmm I’ll take your word for that– definitely making it worth your while, darling.” You told him, before you slowly pulled out until your tip only to thrust roughly back into Ajax, with a groan.

A moan rippled from Ajax’s throat as he felt the slight burn. His eyes rolled back and continuously moans spilled from his lips as you started to fuck roughly into the couch. 

Donations flooded in, while the eyes of the viewers took in the sight greedily.

You pulled out of his hole that clenched around nothing, as you turned Ajax onto his back, before thrusting back into his tight hole, “God I could fuck you for the rest of my goddamn life,” you said, before your hand wrapped around Ajax’s throat, slightly putting pressure. 

The eyes of him rolling back as his moans got louder, his hole clenched around your throbbing cock, as a shudder went through his body and cum spurted out of his cock. With a few harsh and sloppy thrusts you soon came yourself with a groan, spurting your cum as deep as possible into Ajax.

Leaning down you kissed his sweaty chest, before you moved up and kissed up his neck, to his jaw only to claim his lips in a slow kiss. Your hips pressed against Ajax’s ass, “Gonna breed you real nice, shaping your hole with my cock,” you whispered against his lips, making it impossible for the viewers to hear what you said, exactly what you wanted.

Ajax’s eyes seemed to widen with lust at your words, before he nodded. With a chuckle you started to move your hips slowly again, small moans left his swollen lips, his cock uselessly laying on his stomach, “Give me everything you got,” he rasped out, before giving in to the long night that was ahead of you two with many different positions. At one point you shut the camera off, having a few rounds just for the two of you.

When the next morning came around, you laid in Ajax’s privat bed, with him cuddled up in your arms. You gently caressed his naked shoulder, as you were laying already awake in bed. Your eyes wandered over his marked skin, it was a really pretty sight for you. 

Soon Ajax stirred awake, he blinked his eyes, the sunlight blending him. He simply turned to your side, before his eyes focused on you. “Good morning, pretty,” you greeted him with a rather gentle voice, that Ajax got to know after the two of you shut the stream off. A kiss was placed on the top of his head,”Should I get ready to leave, or to make you breakfast first?” You asked teasingly, a pout formed on Ajax lips,”rather have you fuck me again, instead of leaving this house.”

Ajax trailed his finger over your chest, as he bit his lips. You possibly can’t say no to him.

[redheadspark]

hi! can i request #1 with druig? love your writing<3

A/N - I love this for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Subtle

Summary - Druig doesn't know how to be subtle, even during a meeting

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“And the next order of business, let’s discuss some of the new crops that are finally ready for harvest.”

You are of course trying to pay attention to Ajak as she was conducting the meeting with the others out on the Domo, early in the morning before you would all go off on your chores and tasks with the humans in the neighboring city.  It was just like any other meeting you all would have: check in with the humans and their evolutions, discuss anything that needed improvement or fixing, find solutions to some of the simpler troubles that the humans were having together, etc.  You were used to these meeting, not minding them at all since most of the time you are involved with what was needed to happen.  

However, your lover across the way was not listening.  He was watching you, and you knew full well the look he was giving.

Being the Mind Controller, Druig had nothing else to do but fiddle with his thumbs and listen to the consistent ramblings.  He couldn’t do too much anyhow since he was not allowed to interfere with the human emotion, but he did help out with smaller tasks and helping steer the humans away from any Deviant attacks.  But then again, that never stopped him from using his ability on unsuspecting humans that were acting foolish or simply just in his line of fire.  You knew he meant well, and Druig had a big heart.  But sometimes it was overlooked by the others.

But not by you, not by the love of his life.

You two, although not made public or official by anyone in the Eternal group, were an item and attached to the hip.  It started as a friendship that began right when you two woke up on the Domo for the first time.  But as time went on, just the like evolution of humans, the evolution of your love was happening before you two could realize it.  Druig snuck into your heart and soul, the nights on patrol where you two talked about everything and anything on your heart, protecting one another from Deviants when they attack.  He found you to be his sun and moon in times where he felt defeated or useless, and he never slowed in showing his love to you. 

It was simply the fact that you two still have to be civl in front of the others, not just to hide the fact that you two were in love and committed to one another, but not wishing the others to see you two in a new light because of It.  Not that you two were all about the public displays of affection, Druig was better than that when it came to you.  It was simply wanting to have this relationship be between you two, no one else needing to know.  

But that never slowed Druig down in holding your hand when you two were alone, kissing you early in the morning before he would leave your room, pressing his shoulder against yours when you two had a moment of peace. 

Even with a meeting, just like this one, Druig would let his gaze linger a bit longer than it should. 

“Alright, the last Deviant sighting we had was out east, we’ll do a patrol of the area and then another patrol around the town to make sure there’s not area of weakness,” Ajak kept going with the meeting, Ikaria and Sersi chatting with her as you looked from your spot next to Kingo to Druig who was across from her next to Makkari.  His gaze on you was a bit longer than it should be, almost a small smirk on his face as you looked back at him.  He looked away after a soldi second, trying to look back and pay attention to Ajak, yet his smile he gave you was still on his face.  Makkari gave him a playful shove, Druig rolling his eyes at her as you heard Kingo clear his throat next to you. 

“You two are cute, you know,” He whispered under his breath, you giving him a small shove.  Of course you didn’t want him to anything, let alone to announce it in front of the others who might now know.  Leave it to Kingo for wishing to breaking the ice and to call out what others don’t see.  You looked from Kingo, who was smirking and was now gazing back at Ajak, over to Druig to see him once again giving you a kind stare.  He even winked at you, making you feel like you should blush.

Sprite, on Druig’s other side, rolled her eyes a bit too dramatically.  Druig, seeing it out of the corner of his eyes, leaned up to stretched his back with his arms.  But he smacked her on the back of the head instead and she yelped/

The rest of the group looked, Sprite giving Druig a dirty look as Ajak cleared her throat.

“Is there a problem?” She asked both Sprite and Druig.  Sprite was about to say something when Druig gave her a knowing look.  She said nothing, a bit disgruntled and shook her head as Druig looked over at Ajak with a shake of his head too.  Ajak eyed them both, maybe suspicious of what was going on or what could have been going on, then started talking again.  You were watching her again, not wanting to cause trouble as Makkari tapped Druig on the shoulder to get his attention.  

You are not subtle.  You know that, right?  She signed to him before she looked back at Ajak.  Druig watched you as you were listening to Ajak, his own blush was there on his cheeks.  Maybe he liked making you bush and smile, or to hear you laugh and giggle about some story you would tell her, or the simple press of her lips on his was enough to make his heart sing.  

No, He was not subtle at all. And he had no shame in it.

The End

June Summer Prompts

[welcometomypersonalhell098]

The Sun’s Rays are Gentle

Set in the Biting the Hand that Feeds AU

A drabble for an artfight attack for @xitsensunmoon​ !!!!!

in which you and sun slow dance in your kitchen, which has no romantic implications. obviously. 

It was your day off today.

And when you wake up a blissful 2 later hours than usual, you feel as if the angels came down from the heavens and kissed you on the forehead. Saving lives is hard work and sometimes living your own life was hard enough so having a break was like being in paradise. In fact, you are so rejuvenated that you practically skip down the stairs and beeline to the kitchen to have a homecooked breakfast. Your favorite: fluffy pancakes with maple syrup and butter, with some eggs and bacon on the side. A meal fit for a king, but you suppose it will have to settle for being eaten by the royal doctor. As you hum a popular radio tune, you haul your ingredients out from the fridge and collect your measuring cups (and thanking/congratulating your past self for buying ingredients earlier in the week). It was serene, and even idylic in a weird way. "Friend! You're finally awake!" Ah, right you live with celestial-themed animatronic vampires. You had almost forgotten. "Hey Sun," you replied with a half-smile, "Sorry 'bout that. I have my day off today, so I guess my body was happy to take up the time." Sun perks up at the mention of " day off " and he grins, terrifying fangs and all. "Really?! I would have thought you would work yourself to death before getting a break!" You flip over the pancakes as you roll your eyes: "Ha, ha." Sun grimaces at the food you're making, which you think is ridiculous. You would think a vampire wouldn't be as critical of what others eat, but then again these roommates of yours were always surprising you. Sun in one swift motion, scoops you into his arms which earns him a yelp from you as you unceremoniously drop your spatula: "Hey!" "Relaaax darling!" He drawls, as he begins to sway you to a nonexistent song. You'd never danced much before, but you were quite certain he was waltzing with you. After your recovered from your daze, you realize you are pressed up against Sun's stomach with your hands in his as he leads the two of you in a slow dance.You gaze up wide eyed as Sun's rays spin in glee coupled with his signature grin. What is it with vampires and no sense of personal space? Despite your many, many half-hearted protests, Sun continues to twirl you around (it's in these moments you are reminded of his wildly superior strength) as he chats about his and Moon's latest shenanigans of which you aren't entirely sure are true. Statements ranged from: "We met a werewolf out in the woods!" to "Did you know unicorns bleed rainbow? I sure didn't!" filled the room but regardless of their truth you smiled and even laughed a bit. And...it was kind of fun. Sun's chatter was comforting, and so was his physical presence. It didn't really matter what he talked about to you, really. It just mattered that he was here in front of you. Then came to you, as you danced with Sun across your tile kitchen floors ("You're a natural!" was said right before you almost tripped and ate shit) a dangerous thought. You could get used to this. Everyday, a morning waltz with your strange and mystical roommate. You look up. Sun's looking at you with a longing gaze, something you aren't used to seeing from him. He doesn't change his expression at all as you scruntize him. If anything, the gaze gets more intense. And then...as if something was going to happen....you smell something funny. "Fuck the pancakes!"