#incest au prompt

[therealmofamorus]

prompt

original male stud au, incest au

Nezuko comes out and surprises her brother Tanjiro while he’s in the hot springs.

Tanjiro Kamado was enjoying a nice soak in the hot springs, nobody around him to bother him which was rare and much welcome for the kindhearted young man who need a break from the madness around him.

"Oni-Sama...," A soft voice called out in tone of lustful hunger. "It time for you bed with your imouto~!"

Tanjiro felt his heart skip a beat and his face turned into bright shade of red as he turned his head to look at his sweet sister turned lust-crazed brocon sis who was staring at him with hunger

"N-Nezuko-Chan...." He whimpered the name of his dear sister who was looking at him less like a brother but her next meal to sate her hunger as she seductively walked toward him with the intent of getting his dick. One way or the other...and he cannot bring himself to stop his sister no matter how wrong and taboo her behavior was to him and society in general.

[pintrestgrl]

hear me outtt!!!! it's christmas dinner & being the two oldest cousins of the family ofc dawn & jj r gonna be anti-social with the rest of the family n jj is in a room upstairs by himself playing video games & dawn, suffering of visible boredom— her phone dies, she goes to her dad who tells her the only charger that is specifically for iphones is upstairs, where jj is. she declines at first out of embarrassment from past encounters with jj at past family events , after sitting alone in a corner for a bit she finally decides to give in, and where jj is sitting in a gaming chair with a controller in hand and dawn sets her phone down to charge, one thing leads to another and here dawn is sat on jj's lap givin kisses to each other & feeling each other up!!!! ( sorry if this was too long... )

- 🩰

this is cute omg they both feel so gross too

XMAS DINNER WITH DAWN ‘ND JJ.

cw incest n kinda forced sexual material

dawn really didn’t wanna be there. she would much rather be at home, sitting in her bed, watching christmas movies instead of living in one. she was sat on the couch, legs crossed and on her phone.

she probably should’ve been hanging out with her cousins, but she couldn’t find the energy to do so. they would just talk for hours, and bore her.

she was fine, she guessed. that was, until her phone died. she rolled her eyes, scoffing. she got up from her comfy seat and made her way to the back patio where her daddy was sat with her uncle.

“daddy? my phone died. i needa charger.” she spoke, watching them share a beer. she heard her uncle speak up. “yeah, dawnie— jayj got a charger for you up in his room.” she tensed nervously at the name, all the memories she had worked so hard to push down flooding back.

she didn’t want them to question why she was bein so nervous, so she spoke. “oh okay. it’s alright— i’ll just wait for supper.” her uncle nd daddy werent really paying her any care, so they just nodded and shooed her away.

she went back inside, shutting the screen door behind her. she went back to her original position, trying to entertain herself. she sat down a few more minutes, before sighing to herself when she realized truly how bored she was.

she gave it a second thought, and decided maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. she just had to get the charger, nd go back downstairs. she could do that. it was easy— is what she repeatedly said to herself as she made her way up the stairs.

she got to the top of the stairs, staring into the crack of the door. jj was on the game his daddy— her uncle, bought for him a couple christmas’s back. she pressed on the door, quietly walking over to him.

he didn’t hear her coming over his headphones, before he felt her presence in the room. almost smelled her. but in the most non coincidental way. he looked up, waiting for her. “hi. needa— uh, borrow. the charger. for my phone, please.” she spoke, basically stammering.

he smirked, looking her up and down as he inspected every detail of her. he nodded, pointing with his chin where his charger was as to not lose focus in his game. however, he did stop looking at it to watch her bend over to pick the charger up.

he watched the way he could see a peek of the white lace under her skirt, grinning as she stood back up. he watched as she now moved to leave, before he spoke. “nuh uh— you’re not leavin’ with my shit, dawn. stay in here.” she froze.

this was exactly what she had been fearing would happen. she knew him. she knew he would try this. and she didn’t wanna start something. she nodded slowly, and took a deep breath.

she moved to sit down on the corner edge of his bed, his chair sat in front of her. she put her phone on the charger, sighing. he looked over at her, looking her up and down. “you like what i get you for christmas, dawnie?” she smiled faintly, nodding.

he grinned, staring at her. she felt uncomfortable, per usual. she knew what his thoughts were. he slowly turned off the console, shoving his controller on the stand. he looked back up at her eyes. “c’mere.” she furrowed her brows.

he pulled her up by her wrist, laughing at the way she tried to writhe away from him. he grabbed her by her bottom half, forcing her body down on top of him. she straddled his sat figure. she tried to get up, but he didn’t let up. he forced her down, laughing at her struggles.

“jj— quit, i wanna get up.” he tsked, watching her tits in his face. “nah. i think you like it— ain’t that right, dawnie?” you shook your head, giving up on trying to get away from his gross movements. he nodded, giving her a look of approval.

“you lookin’ pretty tonight. real pretty.” you sighed, trying to avert his gaze. “thank you.” you muttered, rather quietly. he subtly moved his hand downwards, lifting up the front of her skirt. looking at the familiar damp white lace. “see? knew you like it. fuckin’ wet from it.”

she frowned, looking at the wall to the side of her in embarrassment. he saw she wasn’t looking at his movements, and subtly palmed the mound below her skirt. she sucked in a tiny gasp, looking down.

she attempted to push his hand away, but it only made him press harder on it. she let out a moan, trying to writhe his hand away that kept rubbing on her clit. “jj— stop doin’ that. oohh— fuck.” she let out a breathy moan.

he smiled, as he watched her reactions. he knew how to do this. exactly what to say and do to embarrass her and make her uncomfortable. “you want me to make you cum, dawn?” she shook her head furiously, her movements contradictory as she rode his hand.

“no— i want you to stop— hmph— please stop it, jayj.” he laughed at her, looking down at the way her clit would nudge against the pads of his fingers. “if i stop, then im gonna go tell your daddy you let me rub on your pussy. deal?” she shook her head furiously, her breathing quickening. “no— okay, okay. i’m sorry. don’t tell him, please.”

he pulled his hand away, slipping her panties to the side and harshly shoving two fingers in her. she groaned, at the burn. it slowly eased into pleasure, as he fucked into her with his fingers. his thumb went to go rub her clit, her head dropping to his shoulder.

she still felt so gross. this was gross. she shouldn’t be doing this. but he knew how to use his fucking fingers, she was sure of it. he forced her head up off his shoulder, pressing a kiss to her lips. it was sloppy. messy. tongues moving, teeth bumping. “jay— it’s, i’m gonna— ooohh, my fucking god.” he smiled.

“tell me you like it. tell me that you wanted it.” she let out a breathy scoff. she didn’t wanna say that. she didn’t wanna admit it. because then he would know that this spurred her on just as much as it did with him. “fuck— okay. i like it, i want it, i swear— just let me cum. please, jay.”

he nodded, giving her his permission. she focused on the way his fingers felt, moving inside of her. he nudged her clit with his thumb, putting her over the edge. she moaned, biting down on to his shoulder. the liquid oozed onto his hand, before he rode her through it and then pulled out.

he brought his fingers to her mouth, shoving them past her lips as she choked. she tried her best to lick them clean, knowing that’s what he wanted. he released them from her mouth with a pop, watching a line of spit keep them connected. she swallowed, nervously. it went silent. she was embarrassed.

he eyed her, noticing this. “you’re fine. quit fuckin’ overreacting, dawnie. did good, kid.” he spoke, hand going to pat her cheek. she nodded. he moved, his lips attaching back to her mouth. she whimpered, ashamedly kissing back. she felt his tongue graze against hers.

he continued kissing her, before pulling away and placing wet kisses down her neck. she moaned, feeling gross with his actions. his hands went up to her tits, squeezing the flesh. he pulled down the hem of her top, her bare tits falling from the fabric.

he moved his kisses to her tits, biting down on the fat of them. she moaned, mostly from pain. he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking. he palmed the other one, hand running over her nipple. he released from her with a pop, going to her other tit.

she could feel the cold air against the wet of her nipple, making her shiver. he sucked, hands kneading the fat of her hips. he let go of her breast, traveling his kisses up again. he was about to press another wet kiss on her mouth, before they both heard her daddy call her down.

he groaned, her tensing up. she wiped her glossy lips, pulling the hem of her dress back up over her tits. she stood up, flattening out her dress and hair. “you gonna leave me with blue balls?” he spoke. she sighed, going to grab her phone. she looked down at the tent in his jeans, almost feeling bad.

that was, till she realized this was her fucking cousin. who just fingered her. and the bad feeling slowly went away, shame filling her up. she gave him an apologetic look, as if he didn’t just force her to do that.

she moved to turn the door, stopping when she heard him speak. “you’re gonna suck my dick whether you want too or not. you owe me it.” she grimaced, but she knew she would lose that argument if tried.

she left, the guilt washing over her again at the sticky feeling of her panties.

[kharmii]

No fucking way you ship incest and act like personal choices in a game affect you, Go fuck your daddy and get off Tumblr

I'm assuming this is about that post mocking this travesty known as Dragon Age: The Veilguard where you are allowed to RPG as the fugliest most deformed trans-coded character. The only thing missing is a farting morbidly obese werewolf class, but just because I haven't seen it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Second image is from 恒河沙@koooogasya Twitter.

Maybe I do need to stay off Tumblr because I found out about a tag called 'todocest' but I'll leave that one alone. *creepy eyebrow wiggle*

You ever notice that animes have a disproportionate number of hot redheads, even though natural red hair makes up, like, 1% of the population of humankind? That's because it's a difficult gene to express but a lot of people find it fascinating, nonetheless. A lot of people might carry the gene, but a lot of specific criteria has to line up for it to show up. -But since people are fascinated by it, red head characters are common in fantasy, AND THAT'S OKAY.

Fantasy doesn't have to reflect dull, boring harsh reality. Maybe fictional characters don't adhere to realistic beauty standards, but so what? Get over yourselves. Attractive people are uplifting to look at. Even Dabi, who is a character burnt over most of his body, is presented to be aesthetically pleasing. Red heads are often attractive in fictional character form, even if a lot of people think gingers are creepy irl. Some red heads are attractive -AND- creepy, like my guy who looks exactly like every ginger I've ever seen irl.

-But now we have trans activists hijacking every bit of media and ruining every bit of shit. Everything has to be as ugly and deformed and demoralizing as humanly possible, like we can't even retreat into a fantasy world to escape a reality that is increasingly becoming more messed up and more like the population sink seen in the rat utopia experiments as more deleterious mutants infest the world.

Then they act as if we have to take these self-worshipping Narcisissists dead serious. No..no..no....HELL NO! If you can constantly make snide comments about an incest kink being expressed on a site devoted to fandom fetishes (even after the 2018 porn ban, and all you anti-shipper minors have no business even being on here) then I can rip on all of you pill-popping dog-fucking weirdos with mutilation kinks who strive to redefine beauty as the exact opposite.

[kylermalloy]

Once Upon An Incest

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Characters: Alphonse Elric/Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell

Word Count: 1196

Summary: Ed, a crown prince, struggles to navigate his engagement to Winry, his ongoing affair with Al, and his duty to the throne.

Written for the @elricestloveevent of 2024.

Winry is glaring daggers at Al. Again.

Ed fidgets in the high-backed chair and twists his head to shoot her a discreet warning look.

No one else can see this. They’re in the middle of court, for the gods’ sake.

The kingdom can’t learn of this—this triangle of love and hate and indifference between the crown prince, his betrothed, and his younger brother.

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[therealvikingstrash]

Blackout Summer

My entry for the Prompt Wine of @vikingsevents Valentine's Week. A bit late, sorry. This got an incest warning, Ubbe/Hvitserk. Nothing smutty happens, just a wee little kiss. (1k fic under the cut)

Ubbe drifted slowly into awareness, the room dead silent except for Hvitserk’s snores. For a moment he thought someone was playing music from another room before he realized it was a pounding headache forming behind his temples. With his eyes closed he buried his face deeper into the pillow and just so kept himself from groaning in displeasure. The sun was up and way too bright for his liking. 

Every breath he took made him more aware of the sticky and warm body pressed against his back. Right, they had fallen into the first bed of their hotel room in the early morning after dragging themselves out of the club. There had been wine. Lots of wine. Accompanied by rum, vodka and beer. Not in that particular order. And maybe the lack of order was the reason his skull felt like an entire heavy metal festival had been hosted there. Or maybe he was simply getting old.

He couldn’t suppress the groan this time, when flashes of memories from last night made an appearance. Hvitserk had been so drunk on wine already, he practically hung off Ubbe’s neck– effectively running off any interested Italian women. 

“You’re not in love, you’re fuckin’ drunk!”

His eyes opened in an instant as he remembered what he’d said to Hvitserk and also what it had been in response of. Ubbe regretted it the second he realized just how bright it was in their room. “Fuck,” he grumbled, rubbing his neck where his brother had peppered it with sloppy wet kisses in the club. Then he proceeded to move a little, the weight at his back moving with him, firmly staying in contact. “Hvitserk,” he said, tone full of annoyance. Ubbe could feel his bladder becoming a very pressing issue and his brother didn’t help the cause by being so heavy. “Ge’ off me!” He grumbled, jostling his shoulder.

It only resulted in a disagreeing sound coming from the creature stuck to him. Ubbe had to turn on his back to make Hvitserk move. “Wake up,” he grumbled, pushing at his brother’s back, only to be met by a muffled “No.” as Hvitserk curled up and hid himself under the blanket. 

Ubbe decided to pick his battles and get up to relieve himself instead. A short glance at the mirror let him know he looked like shit and that it evidently didn’t stop at sloppy kisses. His whole neck looked like one big bruise and he sighed. One of these days he had to learn how to say no to Hvitserk. There wasn’t much else from last night that he remembered, and even though he felt less dead with a bit of cold water sprinkled at his face Ubbe didn’t suppose he’d be doing much of anything today.

When he got out of the bathroom, he saw Hvitserk staring at him from underneath the blanket. “What happened to your neck?” he mumbled, apparently remembering even less than Ubbe. Whatever his brother thought it might’ve been, made him suddenly sit up and look around the room. Ubbe frowned at him in question, inspecting the room as well. “Did she leave?” he then asked, sounding hoarse and tired. 

The frown deepened. “Who?” 

Hvitserk let himself fall back into the pillows and scratched his stomach in thought. “The one who tried to suck you off through your neck.” He replied eventually in his sleepy tone, his face hidden behind his hands as he scrubbed at it in a futile attempt to get rid of the sleepiness.

A sarcastic snort escaped Ubbe against his better judgment. The vibrations of it slightly furthering his headache. “You think that’s what they did?” he asked, occupying himself with closing the blinds correctly, sighing in instant relief. “Interesting.” Ubbe hummed, going through their bags to find their water bottles. His mouth felt as dry as a desert and tasted as if something died there. 

“Looks like it,” Hvitserk shrugged, his eyes closed tightly before he opened them again. His brother appeared to have the same problems Ubbe did. “Prob’ly wanted to fuck you.” he mused and Ubbe could tell Hvitserk had absolutely no memory of what he’d done. But so far on their journey, that appeared to be a theme for both of them.

Time to change that. “Did you?” Ubbe asked innocently and then grabbed another bottle and threw it onto the mattress next to Hvitserk. Then he took a seat on the bed next to his. “Want to fuck me, I mean.” In all the time Ubbe had known his brother, he’d never seen him so perfectly still. He was sure Hvitserk wasn’t even breathing. 

For a while Ubbe thought Hvitserk was about to suffocate himself by simply refusing to let any air in and snapped his fingers to jolt his little brother into motion. With a big gulping breath Hvitserk broke his stare and directed his gaze at the ceiling. He appeared to be in shock. If due to the revelation of his doing or from Ubbe’s brazenness he couldn’t tell. “Sorry?” his little brother finally said and swallowed thickly before daring to look at him again. It brought back another memory that almost made him laugh.

Ubbe shrugged, “You’re forgiven,” he said and took another sip from his bottle. 

“Must’ve been the wine,” Hvitserk elaborated before he reached for the water bottle. Instead of drinking it, he started peeling off the plastic band. His lips were on a good way of being bitten raw when Ubbe got back into the bed with him. He snipped at his brother’s forehead, forcing a very heartfelt “Ow!” out of Hvitserk, who let up from the bottle to hold his head. 

With a scoff his little brother lay back into the pillows, for all the world looking like he was pouting. “You’re so dumb,” Ubbe told him, earning a hurt look. He leaned down, carefully studying Hvitserk’s expression before taking hold of his brother’s face. “So utterly stupid.” 

He kissed him straight on the lips, something he knew he’d done last night as well, because frankly, it hadn’t been the wine for either of them. 

[nasuversekinkmeme]

SakuRin in a world where they were never separated

Gonna tag that "Sakura Tohsaka au" !

edit: Now with one fill!

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is a child within the royal family, but after the death of their father, it comes out that they are an affair baby of their mother, and thus not belonging to the royal bloodline, but their siblings (actually half-siblings) are. Their mother is allowed to stay due to being the biological mother of some royal children, but to save face, Person A is sent away to live with their mother’s closest friend - who happens to be an assassin for the royal family. The friend is a single parent and has a child, Person B. Person B finds themself immediately drawn to Person A, and the two become very close in Person A’s grief at having been tossed out from the only family the knew. Over the years, the two end up getting romantic, but when Person A’s mother comes to visit them, she gets very angry at their flirting and tells Person A in private that Person B’s parent is their other parent and that Person A and Person B are half-siblings.

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ FLESH OF MY FLESH; BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ꒱ KAMO CHOSO X READER — ft. itadori yuuji

warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors do not interact—i will block you! incest. yandere elements. implied drugging. noncon. slight forced feminization (choso uses “sister” and she/her pronouns to refer to reader, but reader is nb). religious imagery. reader is yuuji’s twin, but no physical descriptors are used. reader has a vagina.

word count ⟢ 963

notes ⟢ this is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was choso + incest. i have an au with big brother choso and twins yuuji and reader, so this was the perfect opportunity to explore their dynamic. a huge thank you to my dearest lexi—@drleggman—for requesting this (and for allowing me to go full degenerate) <3

“Yuu…”  “Yuu…ji…” “Yuuji…”

Your twin’s name ambles from your petal-soft lips, voice laden with slumber, muted snores drifting through the gaps. The bedroom you share is swathed in midnight’s gloom; moonbeams peek through the cheap apartment blinds, luminous stripes cutting across the men huddled above your nude figure.  

“Our baby sister seems to be having sweet dreams,” Choso states, mouth reluctantly detaching from your nipple, a silvery thread of spider silk connecting his lips to your tender flesh. “She’s naughty, though—calling out to you when I’m the one pleasuring her.”

Choso removes two thick digits from your weeping hole, examining the twitch of your jaw as he strums your clit with calloused fingertips. He experimentally increases the speed and pressure of his caresses, humming when you let out a whimper. As your breath grows heavier and your eyes flicker and dance beneath your lids, he pauses to smear your slick across your pubic hair, and scrapes his teeth up your neck to nip at your pulse point. 

Yuuji lies beside you, honeyed gaze soaking in the tranquil curves of your dreamy expression. He strokes the hair at your temple with the care of a collector admiring his choicest possession; he can’t help but drag his nose across your cheek, blotting a kiss at the hollow behind your earlobe.  

The reverence Yuuji treats you with starkly contrasts the way his muscular body presses against your softness, his bare cock dribbling pre onto the plush of your thigh. It’s something of a punishment that Choso doled out—not being able to indulge in you fully—upset with your twin for being secretive and possessive of you. But as far as Yuuji is concerned, to be anywhere in the halo of your presence is a heavenly gift. To merely witness your divinity, to press his lowly, sweaty skin flush to yours—it’s more than he deserves. 

“Don’t be too rough with them,” Yuuji fusses when Choso abruptly presses your knees to your chest, leveling his face with your spread cunt. “W-wait—I wanna taste, too.” 

After Yuuji shuffles over to join Choso, two sets of broad shoulders hunch over to marvel at your beauty. Yuuji fully expects to be chewed out again—perhaps even shoved off the bed or thrown out of the room; he swallows his pride and formulates a half-hearted apology, prepared to grovel for a chance to revel in you.

Instead, he grunts in surprise when he’s pulled into a kiss.

Chapped, chilly lips slip against his own, urging Yuuji’s mouth open, wet muscles intertwining. A shiver skitters across his limbs when he discovers the little silver ball that pierces Choso’s tongue—now bumping along the expanse of his palate, tracing the velvet of his gums. It’s a sloppy exchange of spit and teeth and tongue, too frenzied to be mistaken as purely passionate. Choso reaches over to swipe a thumb across Yuuji’s fat, leaking cock head. Yuuji keens into his brother’s mouth before ripping himself away, swollen lips parted, blooming rose from the tips of his ears down to his heaving chest.

“Let’s taste her together,” Choso rasps.

Not waiting for a reply, he pecks the fat of your hip before dipping down to lap at the arousal leaking from your hole; Yuuji watches heatedly, letting saliva pool on his tongue and drip onto your clit. He then cleans his mess with noisy sucks, occasionally tugging at your folds. Too preoccupied with coaxing your unconscious body to orgasm, the brothers don’t realize how you begin to stir, fingers and toes flexing and relaxing. They savor your eventual high, admiring your glistening release.

“I’ll have her first,” Choso announces thickly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s practically vibrating—pale skin dewy with desire—having fantasized about this exact scenario more times than he can count. “You should prop her up.”

Yuuji leans against the headboard and pulls you between his strong legs, your head resting on his chest. Choso angles your hips and pumps his throbbing length a few times before nudging your entrance. Your breathing shallows and you yawn; Yuuji’s heart catches in his throat.

“Fuck—how much did you give them? Clearly not enough,” he hisses, arms tightening around your waist. “I think they’re about to wake up.”

For the first time all evening, Choso smiles at Yuuji. It’s an unsettling sight: his knife-sharp inscisors gleam in the dusk, irises black as bruised plums. “Relax,” he soothes. “She’s going to enjoy this, too. It will become a treasured memory for us all.”

Before Yuuji can respond, your eyelids flutter open. “Ch-Choso…Yuuji…” you murmur, words slow and slurred as molasses, “what are you—”

The air is promptly punched from your lungs, a strangled yelp interrupting your train of thought as Choso enters you in a single thrust—cock so deep you swear you can taste it. One of Yuuji’s rough palms rests on your belly and meanly presses down with the movement; you throw your head back and warble a moan.

“Call me ‘onii-chan,’” Choso grits out, refusing to succumb to the squeeze of your cunt so soon.

“W-what?” you sniffle. Your brain is foggy from whatever concoction they gave you, incapable of piecing together your predicament.

He grasps your chin firmly, forcing your glazed stare to focus on him. “Onii-chan,” he repeats with a harsh snap of his hips.

You squirm, trying to turn to Yuuji for help, unaware of the tears carving hot rivulets down your cheeks. But Choso won’t let you go. His heavy frame eclipses yours, trapping you in place. “We’re family,” he huffs, fucking you steadily, umber strands falling to curtain his face.

“Everything we do, we do together. You have both been—nnghhh—selfish. It’s time to make it up to onii-chan.” 

[hyunjins3rdleg]

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Angst⛈️/🌩️; Fluff🧸; Smut/Suggestive🔥

FWB!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸⛈️🔥 (MDNI)

A late night text accidentally sent to one of the artist you’re working with leads to a half a year long agreement and Hyunjin wants more…

(fwb to lovers)(IdolxMusic Producer!Reader)

Before You Ruined My Outfit? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Han Jisung is your childhood best friend and his attempt at playing Cupid goes horribly wrong somehow thanks to Hyunjin…

Fix Your Face, Please! 🧸🌩️ (MDNI)

Hyunjin’s very vocal about how jealous & possessive he can get, and although it can get troublesome you find it kind of hot…

We Were On Break!! 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Your ex boyfriend, Hyunjin, has a hard time accepting the end of your relationship and is very persistent on getting back together…

Corporate Gang 🧸 (MDNI)

JYP Co. gets a new IT-Agent and you can’t help but gush about him to your favorite coworkers…

(Nerdy,shy!Hyunjin Series)

Take Your Friends Out ⛈️🧸 (pt.1 ) (MDNI)

Your boyfriend has stood you up 3x this month and you decide that you’re done with being second place. Of course he disagrees…

Don’t Say That To Me ⛈️ (pt 2.) (MDNI)

Months after you took Hyunjin back you have to face the tough reality of falling out of love with him and end things for good…

Stress Induced Fever 🧸 (SFW)

Your job has decided to transfer you to their USA branch for a year and Hyunjin is failing miserably at holding himself together before you leave…

Sad Nudes? 🧸 (MDNI)

You’ve had a shit day and Hyunjin tries his best to cheer you up thousands of miles away…

I Love You. Now Date Me! 🧸🌩️ (SFW)

Your bestfriend has been jokingly telling you he’s in love with you for years only for you to find out it’s not a joke…and oh yeah, he HATES your boyfriend…

Babe, I Broke It 🧸 (SFW)

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (soft bbyboy)…

I Really Like You, Like Romantically 🔥🧸(MDNI)

Your best friend asks you for an insane favor of helping him lose his virginity and discovers his feelings in the process…

I Will Win! Fighting!🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You and Hyunjin make a friendly bet to survive No Nut November and despite his persistent confidence on winning, he eventually gives in…

Emergency Contact ⛈️ (SFW)

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

Safe,Loved,& Accepted ⛈️ (SFW)

Bang Chan has been making light of the nasty comments you’ve been getting online until you are put in a sticky situation and he’s worried sick a thousand of miles away…

Have You Always Been This Hot?? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

Attempting to survive No Nut November with your best friend Chan brings forth feelings neither of you knew existed…and really good sex…

I Just Want To Help ⛈️ (SFW)

Your ex Hyunjin takes it upon himself to help you with financial difficulties after months of no contact, but he never expected you to fight him every step of the way…

Wanna See It Up Close? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You always jokingly try to convince your best friend to get laid and he jokingly tells you to take his virginity (except it’s not a joke)…

I Hate You. All Of You. 🌩️ (SFW)

A sneaky picture brings your relationship and trust crashing down and he refuses to let it all go over a stupid misunderstanding….

Keeping Secrets 🌩️ (SFW)

Felix’s antics leaves Hyunjin an over dramatic mess and it takes an entire week before he confronts you about the secret you’ve been hiding…

Is This A Trick Question? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

It’s not a secret that Hyunjin’s perusing you romantically, but despite returning his feelings your past relationship holds you back. Little did you know Hyunjin was just what you needed to try at love again…

Model!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸🔥(SFW/MDNI)

At the height of his career, Hwang Hyunjin goes down the road nearly every 24 year old with fame in the public eye does - sex, money, and rebellion. You accepted a job set up by his parents to get his reputation and career back on track, and you’ve known no peace since thanks to your very clingy (and unashamedly in love) client…

(ModelxAssistant!Reader)(grumpy gf,sunshine bf)

[aft3rhrs]

— pastel pink ღ

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: dead dove, yandere, pseudo incest, cheating, age gap (the reader is always 18+!), corruption, porn, cnc themes, mentions of masturbation, choking, dub con, fingering, daddy kink, rough sex, humiliation, praise, dirty talk, allusions to sadism & masochism, multiple orgasms, use of triggering words in an erotic and degrading manner* (listed under the cut), creampie, aftercare

*use of the words “rape”, “abuse”.

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Namjoon used to think that you didn't quite understand the consequences of playing with fire. It was not surprising, after all, considering your young age. You were but an inexperienced cub compared to the wolf that raised you, not yet having grasped the unbridled nature of all things wild.

Sooner or later, though, inching too close to the flames was bound to get you burned. Somewhere in the darkest depths of his heart, Namjoon craved to inflict the pain of the heat on you, mark his territory with a swirl of scars.

Wasn't every father's daughter his most precious gift? Pretty like a doll, with a heart that had flowers and thorns tangling through it. A bricked, bleeding house that welcomed no intruders. He wanted nothing more than to keep it safe.

It was those protective instincts that had always kept him in check, tamed, in constant agony over something he could never have.

Until tonight.

Until it turned out your doe eyes and the pastel pink of your bedroom were misleading lies; and you yearned for the burn of the fire, simply too afraid to dive into its scorching depths.

And what was his duty if not to help you experience life, fulfill all your soul's desires? With immense love and a guiding, fatherly hand, now stuck in between your soft thighs.

"Is this what you like?"

The hoarse whisper made you clench. You whimpered in response, your eyes growing warm.

"No."

You knew it was pointless to lie; he could feel you soaking his fingers, pulsing around their thick girth. But it was too much handle, and the filthy video playing on the screen made you want to shrink.

"Yeah," Namjoon coaxed, breathing into your ear. "You like watching old men fuck their daughters? Like watching them abuse their good little girls?"

Relentless, he pumped the digits in and out of your poor cunt, and the tears overflowed, a dangerous combination of the shame and the orgasm rippling through you. From deep inside your tummy, all the way through your spine, prompting your thighs to tremble on top of his.

What a stupid mistake; to lie down and let your eyes flutter closed right after coming. You weren't even sure when you drifted off, your laptop barely shut, still resting by your side. Namjoon came into your bedroom to check on you, tuck you in and turn off the light, as he'd done a hundred of times before.

The website on the screen caught his eye.

Dreams were safe; reality was different. No one was ever supposed to see this side of you. Especially not the man whose name was stamped all over the walls of the private, forbidden rooms that took up the space in your head. Not the man you looked up to, respectable and smart, all warmth and dimpled smiles, with such deep, kind eyes behind his pristine glasses.

Not Namjoon.

"Fuck," he cursed softly, one arm curled around your waist, grounding you. "That's it..."

Hips stilling, you attempted to catch your breath. Dizziness washed over you. You've never felt this good before; and perhaps a part of the reason why was that you were doing something very bad. The thought of your mother coming home still lingered at the back of your mind — no longer an imminent threat, the bullet dissolving in the haze of the bliss, though its existing chill persisted.

This would be quite a sight for the poor woman to witness; her husband's fingers buried deep in her only daughter's cunt, legs spread wide open on his lap. The lewd porn playing on your laptop only served as the final nail in the coffin.

You winced as Namjoon slipped out of you gently, disoriented. Your legs felt like jelly, but his hold on you was secure, your only safety net.

He stood up, lifting you with him. He didn't try to lead you back to your bed, instead placing a large palm on the small of your back and pushing forward.

You let your cheek rest on the cold surface of the desk, trying to ignore the dirty sounds of sex coming from the screen. Maybe it was the emotions muddling your brain, but you couldn't move, helpless as an animal with their leg caught in a trap.

In spite of the carelessness on your part, you've never imagined Namjoon reacting this way. You'd thought he would have been disgusted, concerned — embarrassed at the very least — and the topic would never be brought up.

Yet here he was, unzipping his pants, about to fuck you on the same desk you occupied to complete your homework every night. In the same room that used to be adorned in plushies and fairy lights, saturated with all of your innocence.

It was different than any taboo feeling or thought you might have entertained in secret; the forbidden fruit no longer a fantasy, but a sin weighing down on the palm of your hand, ripe for the tasting. Its only price was being cast out.

Namjoon caressed your ass, the foreign sensation causing more slick to dribble down the apex of your thighs.

"Such a good slut," he breathed.

The word whipped through you, leaving your skin stinging and lungs emptied of air. He hasn't addressed you with anything but respect before; in fact, you didn't think you've ever heard him use such vulgar language.

You clenched, as though the degradation chipped away at your brain, dumbed it down to a blissful void.

"No," you whined out in protest; of what, you weren't sure anymore.

You felt his hand lock around your wrists.

"Yeah, you are," he cooed. "You're my little toy, and toys get played with. I may be too old for that..." he slid your underwear down your thighs, "but you're not, are you, baby?"

A shiver ran through you, arousal mingling with a tinge of fear the moment he leaned over you, his chest resting firm against your back.

"Don't you want daddy to play with you?" He whispered, flooding your nape with goosebumps. "Seems to me that you do."

This wasn't the Namjoon you've grown to know; this was something different, sinful and ravenous. The rattle of the cage was nothing compared to it being set loose, claiming ownership over you, corrupting and consuming.

But you were wetter than ever, slick flowing like honey and coating the heated, swollen tip of his cock as soon as it pressed against you.

Namjoon was faring no better; his collar open and tie loosened, shirt wrinkled with the memory of your fingers grasping at it. All of his self restraint was gone, the cracked lock broken and the dented cage empty.

You did that.

He had a wife, a job, a good reputation. He worked hard to achieve success, however, the path laid out before him has always looked rather bleak without you in the picture.

And any doubts that troubled him in the past went up in the flames the moment he peeked at your laptop. Of course it was him you longed for, his cock you needed in your little pussy. You were daddy's perfect little girl, all too aware of your purpose. To be ruined and loved and owned by him.

His hand encased your neck, a grip that instantly made your head tingle. He pulled you up, letting you sink into his chest. His breath tickled your ear, and the girthy cockhead pushed against your slit once more, leaking.

"Why are you shaking, baby?" he inquired, sliding his free hand up your stomach. Palm wide open, only to close around your breast and squeeze. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

No. Yes? No. It was so wrong. You shook your head, like that would change anything; turn back time, conceal the truth, get you out of trouble.

Namjoon chuckled.

"It is," he husked, plush lips brushing against the shell of your ear. He moved his hips, rubbing himself against your nub teasingly. "You wanted daddy's cock, just like all these dirty girls on screen."

He eased his hold on your throat, but his hand remained around it; a reminder that he was in control.

Your head was swimming as more oxygen rushed in, but it made almost no difference. His words, his touch, they had a hold on you too, squeezing your lungs, making your clit throb beneath his touch.

"Wanted to be mine..." his tone mellowed out to silk, seductive and light. "Wanted to be my pretty, little angel, and take it behind mummy's back, hm?"

Eyes teary and barely open, you gasped.

"Even better if I just make you take it, right? You won't have to feel so guilty, and you can still slobber and cream all over it."

Your knees were close to giving out, wetness gushing obscenely onto his thick length. As if he could sense it, Namjoon tightened his arm around you, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears that fell.

"Oh sweetheart," he shushed, "see? Daddy knows what you need. Your eyes are wet, but your pussy is wetter. Bet it's tight, too. Tighter than your mother's."

He palmed his cock, at last positioning it back at your small entrance.

"Not that I ever wanted hers anyway."

It seemed your soul left your body the moment he sank in, and he swallowed all of it with his kiss. Any remnants of your thoughts, integrity or coherence; all swiped away with the lick of his tongue and the delicious stretch that left your cunt clenching and insides churning.

The noise he let out sent a thrill through you. He broke the kiss, broke you, his gleaming eyes hooded and adoring, staring deep into yours. Time seemed to fizzle out of existence.

Then he thrusted.

"Fucking whore."

A croaky whisper, followed by a moan you barely recognized as your own.

"I tried to stay away, but my baby just had to be a fucking whore. Couldn't help wanting daddy to rape her."

You shuddered, breath caught in your throat and hand clutching his bicep.

There was no going back, and at this point, it didn't matter. At this point, exposed and full of him, you ached for more; and like a good dad, Namjoon was there to cater to your needs.

He pulled out, only to slide back inside the velvety heat, pleasure bursting and simmering through. No more teasing; just shivers, and long, deep strokes that made his balls slap against your skin.

His breath fanned your neck, unsteady, edged with soft groans. He barely fit inside you, but your pussy took him so well, as though it was always meant to be his.

The way he fucked you drowned out whatever porn was still playing on your laptop, long forgotten, nothing compared to the depravity happening right in front of it. He pounded into you harder, keeping a steady pace. The desk began to thud, repeatedly hitting the wall behind it.

"Like that?" He mumbled into your cheek, his thumb lazily rubbing your stiff nipple. "Right there?"

He required no verbal answer. Not when you were so soft and pliant in his arms, the rush taking over. Still, he enjoyed the way you squirmed at the questions, eyes closed and luscious lips wide open, making the most heavenly little sounds.

He wasn't going to last; there was no time to waste, besides, the simple fact that your warm, wet hole was taking his cock — raw — was enough to push him close to the edge.

Desperate, he took a hold of your jaw and turned your face towards him. His lips were an inch away from yours, the intimacy of it tender and aching, like a bruise.

"Say, 'thank you, daddy,'" he murmured. '"Thank you for fucking my tight, little cunt.'"

You responded with a mewl, your muscles tensing along with the knot in your tummy.

"Gonna—"

Namjoon groaned. Too out of breath to finish the sentence, too fucked out, you let yourself go limp as he pummeled into you.

"Come?" He suggested, wanting to laugh at how quickly you nodded, but your walls were getting so tight only a moan came out. "Fuck. Good girl, making daddy so proud." His forehead touched yours, as if he could get any closer. "You deserve a reward."

The moment you clamped down on him, he muffled the cry that broke through with his lips, crashing them into yours. He kissed you hungrily, tongue and teeth, reaching the peak of his limit as your cunt quivered, effortlessly massaging his cock with the convulsions. He couldn't resist its pull sucking him in, trapping him in place to do what it was made for.

He groaned loudly, letting his seed spill as deep as it would go, letting you see stars right there on the ceiling; like the glowing stickers he used to put up there for you, just an old father and daughter tradition. Your eyes rolled back, and it had him gritting his teeth, grinding into you until you couldn't stand, and his own legs barely kept him up anymore.

He panted softly, gulping as you melted into him, both of his arms hugging your waist. Slowly, the heat was receding, and in its stead serenity crept in.

It was quiet when he washed you up, his hands gentle, wiping the mess in between your thighs and the sweat off your brow. Dressed in a clean shirt and underwear, you climbed under your blanket. Beyond sleepy and sated, your heart still felt heavy.

The edge of the mattress dipped as Namjoon sat down beside you, extending his arm to cup your cheek. Only then did he meet your eyes.

"I love you."

He's said it to you before, but it felt different now. It was different. And it made him hesitate, reduced his voice to a whisper.

"You're the best thing... that's ever happened to me. That's never gonna change. You know that, right?"

You nodded, wondering how in such a messed up situation a few words could feel so comforting. Perhaps it was because they were coming from him. Would that always be enough? Will it feel the same when you wake up in the morning?

Namjoon bent down to press a lingering kiss onto your temple, coaxing your eyes to shut.

"Don't worry about anything, okay? Just trust me, baby. And get some rest."

You relaxed, acknowledging the request with a small sigh. He watched you fall asleep, stroking your hair, trying not to dwell on how much he wished he could stay. At least he'd be able to get into bed before his wife came home.

In the darkness of his bedroom, he settled into the cool sheets, his glasses set aside and clothes neatly folded. He heard the front door unlock, the keys jiggling, and closed his eyes.

Time to sleep.

Time for a change of plans was awaiting him tomorrow.

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[therealmofamorus]

Alpha male au

Prompt

Slavery AU: Slave Catcher AU

For her actions in the 100 year war Azula is sentenced to be a slave. Some time go by and she escapes captivity. Later while she’s on the run she gets captured by Zuko. She doesn’t want to go back so she tells her brother that she’ll do anything to be free.

Aggressive 2-koma

"You have no idea how long I been dreaming of this moment since the Fire Sages sentences you to be my slave Lala."

Azula gulped as she look at the looming figure of her older brotehr who had a dark and evil smile on his face as he managed to cornered after she managed to escape from her binding and was trying to hide from her aggressive and dominating older brother who took the oppourinity to partake his dark lust and aggression onto her for her many years of abuse upon him

"Zuzu...Please have mercy on me for Agni sake," Azula pleaded in a strong desperate voice. "I do anything you want with me. Just let me go and you'll never see or heard of me ever again...."

Zuko looked at his sister who was on her knees looking at him with a pitiful look on her defiant mask of confidence...and he chuckles in a dastardly dark and sadistic manner.

--X-xx-X--

PWALP~! PWALP~! PWALP~! PWALP~! PWALP~! PWALP~!

"OH FUCKING AGNI SOUL!" Azula yelled as she was underneath the lean but bulky and brawny body of her big-dicked brother who was overhwlmed with the raw agression and anger as he thrust in and out of her deflowed, raw cunt. "IT FUCKING HURT!"

"Good." Zuko smiled a sadistic smile as he bitch-slapped his sister before he aggressively and forcefully kiss her lips, stealing her first kiss and increased the roughness and smashing of her womb with his burly cock that break and reshape her cunt.

[jaydick-week]

❤️💙 JAYDICK WEEK 2025: PROMPTS REVEALED!

They’re here!  At long last, the mods are pleased to announce the official prompts for JAYDICK WEEK 2025.

💙❤️ OFFICIAL PROMPTS

Day 1: Royalty AU | Fake Relationship | Mutual Pining Day 2: Talons/Court of Owls | Incest Kink | Possessiveness/Protectiveness Day 3: Merfolk/Pirates AU | Soulmates | Childhood Crush Day 4: “Ooh you wanna kiss me so bad” | Mafia/Mob Boss AU | Arranged Marriage Day 5: Reverse Robins | Trapped Together | 5+1 Things Day 6: Fairytale/Mythology AU | Batman!Dick/Jason | Time/Dimension Travel Day 7: Identity Porn | AOB Dynamics | Enemies to Lovers

Disappointed that a certain prompt didn’t make it through? Don’t worry! You can always draw inspiration from any of the prompts (see the list here). You’re also also free and encouraged to interpret these prompts as broadly as you’d like. Write an Arkhamverse mutual pining fic! Draw a jazz age Hades/Persephone AU! Enemies to lovers in space! The only limit is your imagination.

Happy Creating! 

💙❤️ JAYDICK WEEK 2025 SCHEDULE

Prompt Voting Period: Nov 26 – Dec 10 Prompts Revealed: Dec 15 Work Period: Dec 16 – April 20 ☆JAYDICK WEEK☆: April 20 – April 26

💙❤️ COMMUNITY EVENTS SCHEDULE

Superlative Submissions Open: Jan 15 Superlative Submissions Close: Jan 28 Ideas Graveyard: Always Open (send us an ask!)

Questions? Check out our RULES and FAQ, or send us an ask. Message us off-anon for access to the discord server.

[naffeclipse]

Woohoo! I'm opening up writing commissions! My job slows way down in the summer and I need a little cash, however, I want to make this clear: this is not replacing the usual writing that I regularly post. I will continue to write stories and share them. This is a way to earn money while continuing to do what I love.

I will be taking commissions on a 3-slot round basis as indicated on my Ko-Fi. First come. First serve.

Please click on the read more for more information! (I also transcribe my commission info above.)

Word Count - Prices:

1,000 — $25 1,500 — $35 2,000 — $50 2,500 — $60 3,000 — $80

Will Do:

Romance Platonic Love Angst Fluff Hurt/Comfort Mild Violence/Gore/Horror (ask me via Tumblr Ask) Suggestive Themes

Won't Do:

NSFW Incest Hateful, Offensive Themes Minor Romantic Pairings DCA x DCA (i.e. Sun/Moon) (ask me via Tumblr Ask if you're unsure what what counts as 'won't do')

Posting:

I won’t post any commissions on AO3. I will post it to my Tumblr with your permission. I will keep you updated on your commission as needed. You will receive the finished piece via E-Mail or Discord (your preference) in PDF format.

Extra Notes:

Payment is accepted only via Ko-Fi in the commissions tab, then we will discuss your comm on Ko-Fi messages. I will write any DCA in AUs I’ve created (I won’t write Sleuth Jesters Eclipse, but I will write Bloodstain Fool Eclipse, Syzygy in Dedication Sun and Moon, etc.) I won’t write any AUs/DCAs that belong to someone else. Original AUs, monster OCs, monster prompts, and Creature/AU DCAs are okay. Comms will be Second Person POV non-gender specific.

More Notes (Please Read before Commissioning Me):

I will write shipping fics with the DCA, AUs of the DCA (I won’t write any AUs/DCAs that belong to someone else), and Monster OCs! So long as it's a relatively non-human being (e.g. robot, vampire, alien, swamp thing, ghostly entity, mermaid, etc) I'm down to write your scrumptious monster boyfriend/girlfriend.

I also accept prompts if you're unsure of exactly what you want but have an idea for something e.g. 'the reader discovering Mothman on the side of the road' or 'the reader repairing a Ruin Eclipse' or 'the reader with a swamp creature Sun'. I will happily run away with a prompt if you so desire.

My writing commissions are strictly pairing fics (either romantic or platonic).

All fics are written in second-person POV and are strictly non-gender-specific.

I will contact you on Ko-Fi Messages when I am ready to get started with your commission. Please be prepared with your request at the time of purchase.

We will then discuss your request. I will write a detailed outline of what I plan on writing. I will show you the outline, rework it at your desire, and once your approval is given, I will begin writing.

I will deliver your final piece in a PDF format via E-mail or Discord (your preference).

With your permission, I will post your fic to my Tumblr (you can be anonymous if you wish).

Cancellations are not allowed once I begin writing after the outline is accepted. Refunds will not be issued under any circumstances past this point so you need to be sure you're satisfied with the outline before I begin writing!

I ask for your patience, however, if I don’t contact you after 3 days of radio silence without at least an update on my situation/your commission after payment, please feel free to message me on Ko-Fi for an update.

Again, I ask for your patience, however, if I don't contact you after 2 weeks of radio silence after confirming your commission and starting on it, feel free to message me on Ko-Fi for an update.

Lastly, this is my Ko-Fi where you will find the commissions tab. You can also find my Ko-Fi in my pinned post on my Tumblr. Thank you for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[dickjayweek]

Mark your calendar!!🍬🍆DickJay Week 2025🍆🍬Prompt Reveals!

🌟✨DickJay WEEK✨🌟 is JayDick-centric Bottom Jason event week that will run from March 16th – March 22nd in 2025, with a catch-up (free) week of March 23th – March 29th for late works and works that don’t fit into the main week’s prompts. This is the time to polish up old works and post them!

No need to sign up, and any form of fanwork is welcome! Simply make sure to use warnings properly when posting on AO3 and post to the collection when event dates come.

Rules and FAQs 

This event includes NSFW themes, and the prompt list will show a combination of NSFW and dark subjects. Click KEEP READING at your own discretion!

💕March 16 (Day 1)💕 DC vs. Vampires | Video Game/Board Game Mechanics | Somnophilia (Consensual or Otherwise) | Dick Calling Adult Jason "Robin"

💕March 17 (Day 2)💕 Medieval/Historical AU | Possessive Dick Grayson | Humiliation/Degradation Kink | Dick Grayson was a good brother for all the Robins… except for Jason.

💕 March 18 (Day 3)💕Silver Fox Dick Grayson | Amnesia | Inappropriate Use of Dick's Escrima Sticks | Battlefield Injuries | Sugar Baby Jason

💕 March 19 (Day 4)💕 Talon!Dick/Earth-3 | Fake/Accidental Marriage | Dollification | Hidden Omegaverse Designation

💕 March 20 (Day 5)💕 BDSM AU/24/7 BDSM | Relationship Reveal | Rope Bondage/Shibari | Adopted by Another Hero or Villain

💕 March 21 (Day 6)💕 Dick Grayson is Joker | Secret Relationship | Petplay (Consensual or Otherwise) | "Hush, little wing"

💕 March 22 (Day 7)💕 Sex Worker Jason Todd | Animal Traits/Features/Kemonomimi/Wingfic/Animal Shifters AU | Incest Kink | Undercover as a Couple | "I've wanted you since you were Robin."

Catch-up week - March 23~29

Hoping to see you there!🥳

Rules and FAQs are still the same from past years, just with the dates changed to March 16-22 (main week)/ 23-29 (catch up week), 2025, and the new tag being #DJW2025. This is a bottom Jason-centric event, but platonic works are also welcome, as do works in non-English language and Poly ships where Dick and Jason are both involved.

[encantober-official]

#Encantober

Encantober is an Encanto fandom event with themes to challenge artists and writers throughout the month of October (link to theme list in a copy/pasteable format here). Encantober is open to any and all art and writing, including sketches, drabbles, one-shots, and more.

Fanworks can be shared via the #Encantober tag on tumblr and/or posted as part of the AO3 collection here.

The goal of the bingo event is to fill five prompts in a row horizontally, vertically, or diagonally. You can use the bingo card on this post, or send us an ask to receive an individual randomized card. You must send the ask off anon, so that we can respond privately.

Rules:

Works must be a part of the Encanto (2021) fandom. OCs, AUs, and crossovers are permitted.

Works must adhere to one of the Encantober themes.

Series of Encantober works are welcome.

No incest.

QA:

Q: Can you explain the free space? A: "Comment 5+ people" means comment on works for this year's Encantober posted by at least five different people. This can be a (positive!) comment left in the tags or body of a reblog, or a comment on AO3. It's our reminder to check out what everyone is doing!

Q: Can I link prompts together? Or cover multiple prompts with one work? A: Linking works together to create a story series is a wonderfully creative idea! However, combining multiple prompts into one work defeats the purpose of the multi-prompt challenge. Each work (or chapter in a series) must focus on one prompt.

Q: Do I have to complete every prompt? A: You do not! The goal is to fill five prompts in a row, but you can choose to complete fewer, or more. This is meant to be fun, so please don’t stress yourself out.

Q: Do I have to complete prompts in a specific order/at a specific time? A: Not this year! Fill out your bingo card at your leisure :)

Q: I followed all the rules. Why aren’t my posts being reblogged? A: Either you didn't indicate which prompt you're filling, forgot to tag #Encantober, or the admin team just missed it! We’re doing the best we can across time zones <3

Browse:

Use the links below to find the works for each prompt in our archive!

River Return Truth Haunt Healing Coffee Poetry Recipe Relaxation Discovery Regret Recognition Wall Leaves Team Umbrella Build Thread Cheese Sign Mountain Secret Rose Burn

[ft-platonicweek]

Platonic Week 2024

Thank you to everyone who showed interest in the debut of the platonic week event! The event will be June 24-30, and all forms of submissions are welcome: art, fanfic, video edits, mood boards, etc. Please see the rules for more information.

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Prompts

Each day features multiple prompts, but only one prompt is necessary to fulfill the day. Or choose multiple! Combining days and prompts is welcome as well. Participate as much or little as you like.

—Monday (6/24): "Game on!" | Competition | Training —Tuesday (6/25): "Idiot." | Potluck | Shenanigans —Wednesday (6/26): "What is that?" | Road Trip | Camping —Thursday (6/27): "Can I sleep on your couch tonight?" | Storm | Silence —Friday (6/28): "Nobody hurts my friends!" | Scars | Injury —Saturday (6/29): "Unison Raid!" | Teasing | Matching —Sunday (6/30): "You can count on me." | Tears | Protection

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Rules / Event Information

—Submissions: Platonic week is to celebrate all types of platonic relationships, so as such, the focus of the work must be platonic in nature, be it friends, family, queerplatonic relationships, found family, etc. Any romantic relationships must be relegated to the background only and not be integral to the work. Other than that, anything goes! Submissions may be any media type you can fathom, so long as the entry is original and not previously posted in any manner. (i.e. chapters of previously posted stories will not be accepted, but newly posted installments of a series is fair game.) Works can be canon compliant or AUs or anything in-between; OCs can be included, but for the sake of the spirit of fandom events, at least one canon character must be present/focused on. Late submissions are welcome too! While it is a dated event, there is no time limit.

—Posting: Please mention ( @ft-platonicweek ) the blog to help ensure the post is visible and it will be reblogged. Include the tag #ft platonic week 2024 within the first five tags as well. If there are any necessary content warnings or mature content, please tag those accordingly.

—AO3 Collection: Fairy Tail Platonic Week 2024

—Generic Rules: Please, keep it friendly between submitters, and no blatant character bashing. No ships should be the focus, and no ships involving incest or adult/child romances should be included at all.

If there are any questions, please feel free to send an ask!

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@ftguildevents