#wwdits prompt

[lamplightjuniper]

Coping via whump u_u

[jawadalzenati]

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[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: One of us has to trick them into inviting us in. I am nominating Person C, because I am too foreign and you are too boring.

Person B: Person C doesn’t need to be invited in, they’re not a vampire.

Person C: I would prefer to be invited in, it’s more polite.

[leporidaecervinae]

For the prompts - Nandor making fun (sexily) of Guillermo for his porn predilections

It's easy to smile and laugh when Guillermo's insides feel like fire. It is not so easy to laugh when Nandor turns a gaze like wildfire onto him, paired well with an arrogant smirk and speaks.

"I have heard of many things, Guillermo, but your supposed innocence is not one of them."

Guillermo's ears burn, but he maintains a neutral face, his fingers digging into the fabric of the chair. Nandor stares at him with a challenge in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

If his voice cracks, he can blame on the sudden tight feeling in his throat. His skin is over-hot, every nerve coming alive and screaming that he's in danger.

But it's just Nandor.

Nandor, who is rising from his chair—where they sit in the living room, alone—who is looming over him with no give in his demeanor, whose bronze-ashen pallor deepens the closer he gets till he is bent at the waist and his face is far too close for comfort.

"I know what you watch during daylight hours, Guillermo..." A growl, low among the silent books. "I can hear your desperation."

Guillermo burns and shrinks in his seat. He kneads at the arm chair, his jaw working. He is loath to give up whatever ground he can claw back from the vampires. His breath comes stilted.

"Desperation?"

Nandor tilts his head as he leans in further, his eyes glittering with coy mischief. He holds up a heavily ringed finger, counting with a flick of each digit. His mouth shapes each number with enunciation that is so achingly particular to Nandor that Guillermo can only watch, enraptured.

"One, amateurs."

Guillermo's brow quirks.

"Two, bears."

Nandor's smile flashes with a display of fang. It runs down Guillermo's spine like melting ice.

"Three, rimming." Elongated 'r', a lilt on the '-ing'. Guillermo shudders, slow realisation dawning.

"Four," Nandor continues with all the implacable force of an iceberg before a ship. Danger in the floes that break off and careen towards Guillermo's rational mind. "Public."

"Stop!" Guillermo hisses, his shoulder blades digging into the hard back of the chair, his chest pumping. His gaze darts to the entrance, where any one of the others could walk in at any moment; could see Nandor bent into Guillermo's space, two planets pulled together into an inevitable orbit about to collide.

It sticks in Guillermo's lungs. "Please. Don't."

Nandor narrows his eyes, sighing as he abates, allowing a modicum of space between them, allowing a reason of plausible deniability to break the tension spring loaded within Guillermo's body.

"You don't need to pretend," Nandor suggests past a curling lip. Not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. Something between. Guillermo has seen it enough to choke on it. "Not with me."

"I don't pretend…" says Guillermo, weakly.

Nandor leans back proper. He sweeps his hair back from where it had fallen out of line, gravity pulling between them.

"No," His voice is immeasurably soft. His gaze is distant as he narrows onto a sound that Guillermo cannot hear. "No, we don't," Returns his gaze to Guillermo's face searchingly as footsteps make themselves known from down the hall. "Do we, Guillermo?"

With that, he turns on his heel and throws himself back in his original seat as Laszlo enters. Guillermo's heart remains in his throat, cutting off his air.

He knows.

[succulentstrawberries]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Laszlo Cravensworth/Nadja of Antipaxos

Characters: Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja of Antipaxoz, Documentary Crew (What We Do in the Shadows TV)

Additional Tags: Kink Meme, Public Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Public Hand Jobs, Hand Jobs, Switching, Flying Sex, Contests, Competition, Fuck Or Die, Video Cameras, Documentaries, Sex Tapes, Multiple Sex Positions, Light Bondage, Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Married Sex, Married Couple, Vampire Sex, Vampires, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Prompt Fill, Sexual Tension

Summary:

“We are having a little competition, you see! Whoever cums first loses-”

AKA the one where Nadja and Laszlo must cum, or DIE.

~~~

[Glad my first time writing for this fandom was to fill this amazing prompt from the kinkmeme ❤️ These two unhinged vampires have my whole heart, I love them c': They're so funny lmao]

[character-kai]

Ya know, I think of a ofmd, wwdits, and good omens crossover WAY too much. Canonically VERY possible if I might add.

Let me propose, Nadjia, Laszlo, and Nandor on a ship to America. Aziraphale sent as a ‘priest’ to keep the sailors safe and Crowley as a cargoman to watch over the very valuable items aboard. Blackbeard and his crew raid the ship only to find nothing of value aboard other than the 3 (4 if you squint too hard at one of the crew members that tells really boring stories) vampires.

[wwdits-kink-meme]

guillermo decides to take up fitness classes to sharpen his vampire hunting skills and ends up accidentally signing up for a pole dancing class. yes im aware this plot is silly but thats part of the fun. this definitely leads to him putting a performance on for nandor 😏

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[amazingmsme]

Omg Ioved ur recent wwdits fic for tickletober. I'm begging for more 💅

Omg thank you so much! I love that show, & there’s barely any fics for it, so I’ll happily write more for them! Sadly I don’t have any more planned for tickletober, but the new season has me craving more fluff with the vamps! So if you have a prompt, don’t hesitate to send it in!

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: You are a slayer.

Person B: Why would you say that?

Person A: I smell the death on you.

Person B: Oh, that… That’s just my body spray. It’s Axe…

[megaawkwardhuman]

cringetober day 16: objecthead

computer colin is back!

aaaaaand aw shit he has a trojan

to save you a search: what's on his screen is an old trojan called offiz but it's more commonly known as the you are an idiot virus

all it would do is play the most annoying song I've ever heard on loop, play a flashing gif, and create a fuck ton of pop ups (which has the same gif and song playing) that if you close will just create more (the song gets LOUDER as more popups are made btw)

the only way to get rid of it was to shut you computer down completely and while it doesn't really do any harm (as far as I know) it is really fucking annoying

here's a video about it if you wanna learn more about its history and what it looks like in action

WARNING: FLASHING GIF VERSION BELOW CUT

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

Some Days You Can't Get Rid of a Bomb (Fill 3)

Nandor x Guillermo

“What’s the big deal, so what, why does it matter?” Nandor was terrible at a great many things. But this. This particularly was fucking egregious.

“The big fucking deal, you fucking donkey, you shit for brains nonsense malaka,” his darling Nadja continued her tirade of insults and barbs, rightfully earned by their dear Nandor. 

Laszlo himself was just. Aghast. For once in his long life, he could not bring himself to speak. What was there to say?

Nandor had finally fucking admitted that he was in love with Guillermo.

And that he had been for 14 years. 

And that he had simply resolved to never say anything.

“Yeah, man, uh, even I got nothing for that, that’s just too interesting,” Colin looked positively sick. And smelled it too, honestly. He and Nadja shared an identical noise wrinkle as Colin Robinson began fart something fierce.

“Come on, fucking guy,” Nandor groaned and Colin Robinson held his stomach and waddled out of the foyer.

“Yeah, this is just too much for me, guys, I gotta take a dump.”

“Colin Robinson!” Nadja roared, and Laszlo finally found the words, trying to move past the stench.

“Nandor what the fuck did you hope to achieve? By not telling him? You could’ve been fucking and rutting and mooning to your hearts’ content, and instead we have this? Handsome bearded Guillermo and all his problems and your emotional constipation about it? And Colin Robinson’s actual constipation?”

It took him a few blinks, a few opening and closings of his mouth, but finally Nandor shrugged.

“He doesn’t love me. So I didn’t want to make it a… A thing.”

“A thing?!”

“Are you shitting me?! Are you fucking stupid?!” He and Nadja spoke at once, and worse yet.

“You think I don’t love you?”

They all whipped around, Guillermo walking in, arms full of groceries of raw meat. 

Laszlo looked to his wife. Nadja looked to him. They both turned as one to Nandor.

Who looked like he was caught fucking a ghost and badly at that. 

Guillermo laughed. “Of course I love you. I’m in love with you, Nandor. I always have been.”

Ah, well that was a nice little turn—of course, with his incredible intellect, he did know that, but still nice to just put all that out in the open.

Nadja smiled at him, pleased, even a little proud, clapping a little applause for their brave Guillermo.

And so, they turned once more, a trio this time, to Nandor, to see what he would say.

In a flash he was gone into smoke. Quite literally, the sneaky bastard turned into fucking smoke and ran away.

“Bugger,” Laszlo grumbled.

[wolpertingerprompts]

WWDITS prompt

Takes place probably pre-season 5, but it's up to you. I imagine Guillermo is lining after Nandor in this.

Guillermo begs a rare night off from working and Nandor begrudgingly allows it since the vampires already have plans anyway. He winds up going to a bar because- why not be cliche and mope around a bar?

He overhears someone sitting at the bar talking to themself. Could be a reader insert, could be someone else.

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They look at their phone and roll their eyes.

"This fucking guy"

Guillermo can't help but laugh. When the person turns to look at him, he smiles apologetically.

"Sorry, you just sounded like someone I know."

[femslashspuffy]

Whenever I'm watching um actually and they say something wrong that makes me mad I'm like hrrrrrrrrrr goddamnit they fucking got me again

[frenchmess23yo]

A vampire working at a Sephora would be hilarious af can you imagine, a customer wanna try some perfume so they show their neck, meanwhile Jedediah have to refrain from losing his job cause fuck it if he bites the customer he’s fired. Now imagine a customer who know that and will comment every single time to tease the said vampire trying to make them slip and the two hates each other but slowly. The vampire is waiting every single day for the customer to return. Cause someone in this world know his true form and isn’t afraid of him or disgusted by him.

why are vampires always so ridiculously wealthy? I get generational money, but that shit has gotta run out. Give me a vampire who works the overnight shift at the seedy diner who can’t make rent. A nighttime security guard who’s leeching off a string of girlfriends. Casino vampires?? There’s no windows around. The possibilities, come on. Where are the crummy vampires living their shitty lives?

[hannahhasafact]

Every few months/years I get the desire to draw a bunch of wwdits fan comics and then I proceed to make pages long comics and never finish them because I’m too embarrassed of them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But we are back in that phase and they’re more risqué than ever (which means I will very much probably not post them if I do finish them lol)