For all prompt weeks!

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Good morning, my dear fellows!

Sadly, I am the bearer of bad news. After months of idleness, I think I can safely say that I simply do not have time to mod this blog anymore.

The kinkmeme will keep going as usual, fear not. I will simply no longer be starting prompt weeks. I will only reblog announcement for other prompt weeks on here.

I encourage you to make your own prompt weeks if you so desire!

[kotogilweek]

Kotogil Week 2024 Interest Survey

Hey all, I want to plan this year's Kotogil week but I want to plan ahead a bit more this time so others have time to contribute. So I made a survey! If you have any interest please fill it out. Thank you!

@nasuversepromptweeks @kotogilzone

[kotogilweek]

Kotogil Week 2024 Interest Survey

Hey all, I want to plan this year's Kotogil week but I want to plan ahead a bit more this time so others have time to contribute. So I made a survey! If you have any interest please fill it out. Thank you!

@nasuversepromptweeks @kotogilzone

[kotogilweek]

Announcing Kotogil week 2023!

This will run from Monday December 25th-Sunday December 31st 2023. All types of fan media will be accepted, just use the tag #kotogilweek and we will reblog your posts when the day comes! We will also be creating an AO3 collection and a Twitter account at a later date.

We will share more information as we get closer and reblog this post occasionally as a reminder!

@nasuversepromptweeks @kotogilzone

[kotogilweek]

We're a little under a month away from kotogil week now! I hope you're all getting excited!

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FAQ

What is a prompt week?

Just what it says on the tin! You've got a week on a specific theme, and a prompt a day for a week. Make art (be it visual art, fanfiction, or else) related to these and post them on the day corresponding to the corresponding prompt.

Do I have to do every prompt of a prompt week?

You do not. The point of a prompt week is to create things in tandem with other people, hence why it's limited in time, but there is no official sign-up and therefore no obligation to participate to the entire thing. If you do not vibe with a given prompt, that is fine.

Is there a minimum skill level required to participate in a prompt week?

There is not. You can come in even if you have never touched a pen in your life, and I in fact encourage you to do so.

I'm writing a fic for prompt week. Is there a collection for it?

For sure! There you go!

I'm already running a prompt week for the nasuverse!

Then @ me when your week goes live, so I can reblog your posts here!

I want to make my own prompt week!

Please do! If enough people bring prompt weeks back in vogue I'll be able to delete this blog and retire to Norway to relax wrestle reindeers and eventually become the star victim of a murder mystery.

I don't deal well with time-limited events but I still want a handful of prompts to take inspiration from

Then I will redirect you to the @nasuversekinkmeme my dear fellow!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Jeanne d'Arc Alter tries to work on her Servantfes doujin. Or something. Look sometimes you get an idea, and sometimes an idea gets you.

Nasu kink week day 7: free day

[whoneedsapublisher]

It's Not Weird For Friends To Game In Panties Together

For the last day of the @nasuversepromptweeks kink week, we have a free space, and so I wrote something unrepentantly stupid and goofy. Osakabehime x Gudako.

Words: ~500

Summary: It was just hot, alright? It didn't have to be weird. But Osakabehime was very worried that it might get weird real soon.

Also on Ao3

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In Osakabahime’s defense, it started normal.

Gudako had started coming over to her room to play videogames. Osakabehime had been a little flustered at her coming to her room so often at first, but after a while, she’d started to look forward to it. She’d even gotten a couch off Amazoness.com so that she could watch and give advice when Gudako when playing. Some people might have accused her being a backseat gamer, but Gudako didn’t complain! Mostly!

It had all started going wrong when the A/C broke. Well, technically, it wasn’t really A/C, it was magical temperature regulation, but the important thing was it started going wrong after a Singularity, and Chaldea was suddenly way too hot all the time.

So Osakabehime had started only wearing underwear when she was alone in her room. Which was fine, except that she forgot Gudako was coming over until she’d already opened the door and seen Osakabehime laid out on the couch wearing barely anything.

Obviously, Osakabehime had been embarrassed, mostly about looking like an inconsiderate slob, but Gudako had quickly closed the door behind her and started complaining about the heat as she stripped down to her underwear too.

So it wasn’t weird at that point. Probably. It was just hot, and they both wanted to cool off even just a little.

…It definitely got weird when they started getting naked.

Even that was just trying to escape the heat, though. And it had helped a little at first. Except that Osakabehime started getting a little… distracted. When it had just been Gudako in her underwear, she could ignore now. But now that her Master was completely naked, she kept catching herself staring at her instead of the TV when they were playing.

Not good. She was gonna get caught, and then-

“Hey, Okki, you don’t have to keep trying to hide that you’re staring,” Gudako said.

“Eh? C-Chotto a minute, you’re chigawrong!” Osakabehime said quickly. “I’m not miteooking at you!”

Gudako paused the game and held up her hand, showing off the command seals on the back of it. “By my command spell, be honest and answer all my questions for the next ten minutes.”

“Wh- what the heck are you doing wasting command seals on something like that, Ma-chan?” Osakabehime yelped.

Gudako turned back to the game. “So, you’ve been looking, right?”

“N-Not on purpose! Mostly!” Osakabehime said.

Gudako grinned, glancing back at Osakabehime. “Like what you see?”

“J-Just a chisaittle,” Osakabehime mumbled, poking her fingers together.

“Wanna masturbate? I don’t mind.”

“Eh?!” Osakabehime said. “What the heck are you talking about?!”

“I’m saying you can flick the bean while I’m playing,” Gudako said. “I can do a pose for you, if you want.”

At that point, this whole thing was completely, irredeemably weird. So Osakabehime gave up.

“Poggers. Spread your legs a little more, then.”

If it was gonna weird, at least it could be hot.

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Kink Week is now over! If you liked any of this week's art, this is your reminder to go back to comment & reblog! Thank you to everyone who participated :)

[princessscience]

Nasuverse Kink Week Day 7: Free Day (Servitude)

Part of @nasuversepromptweeks Nasu Kink Week.

Pairing: Artoria/Mordred (one-sided)

Rating: M

Word count: 687

AO3

The King is cold and inscrutable, even in their fantasies. Mordred decides to change this.

King Arthur is the strongest knight, the perfect king, the legendary red dragon incarnate.

(Distant. Unreachable.)

So Mordred toils, for the sake of this perfect kingdom, the sake of trying to clean away the stain of their imperfect existence amongst these knights. They may not be one for idle daydreaming (not made for such a thing, they hear in Mother’s voice), but fantasising about the day he’ll soon turn and look directly at them makes bearing this helmet, this armour, all worthwhile.

...

They kneel in front of Father on his throne, evening sunlight setting the room alight.

“The rebels have been eliminated, my King.” They were never one for elegant speeches, that task better suited to a knight like Tristan once upon a time; Now, with his having left these halls for good, Mordred dreams of cutting his tongue out for daring to rebuke his King in such a way. Maybe after they've revealed to Father that they know of their true parentage, once the rest of these rebellions have been put to the torch and the blood on their gauntlets has dried.

"Loyal service is worthy of reward, Ser Mordred" Father declares, magnanimous as only a king like him could be, and rises in a great flare of his cloak and flash of sun on his armour; he shines so brightly it’s blinding, and Mordred wants nothing more, has never wanted anything other, than to be sole subject of that light.

He descends the steps slowly, the ringing sound of every step closer making their heart ache, and reaches out to cup Mordred’s chin with his bare hand. Free of Mother’s helmet at last the sensation is overwhelming, the warmth and pressure enough to make their eyes sting and throat burn. 

It’s a dream come true.

“Now,” he continues, “what favour shall you ask for, my knight?”

His knight, his.

“I want to serve you.” they reply immediately, no need to pause to think. “I want to serve you in any way you’ll have me.”

A nod, serious and brief. “Then I shall grant you your wish, Ser Mordred.”

He kneels, clasps a hand on their pauldron to pull their to sprawl on top of him and- no, that’s wrong, they’d rather something different, like- 

-pushing piles of missives and paperwork in Agravain’s precise handwriting away to balance precariously on the edge of the solid desk in Father’s study, barely dressed instead. Better.

The King doesn’t notice the teetering papers, or rather doesn’t care, because how could Father not notice; he looks only at Mordred, and so even though their legs cramp they try to spread them an inch wider for him anyway, claw more space on the table back from his duties, and the pleased noise Father makes sends a rush of warmth up their spine. Like the hand cupping their chin before, the warmth of skin against their thighs, their chest, their neck, feels enough to shatter their mind, the sun illuminating Father back then now brought close to brand their skin. Their face, identical to their King in every way, is already a brand enough… but if he did request such a thing from her, Mordred would hardly refuse; his eventual acknowledgement etched upon their skin for all to see.

They know of their own lack of knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, disinterest in companionship meaning they have never tried to seek it out with only overheard snatches of (doubtlessly exaggerated) tales from fellow knights to fill in the blanks, but they know the feeling of their own hand between their legs well enough, and that’s all they need for this. Yes, they think, as Arthur’s hands draw them closer to the edge, yes, let me -helpsavelove- have you.

A laugh huffed softly against their neck, a soft murmur of "Good boy", smile audible in Father’s voice, and once again Mordred is undone.

...

Later, when they've finished, Mordred rolls over to gaze at the ceiling; Instead of satisfied, they feel despondent.

When they reveal herself to Father soon, this uneasiness will end.

They're sure of it.

[avicebro]

won't you exorcise my mind? help me exorcise my mind!

gordolf muzik/sherlock holmes

explicit | omegaverse and all that entails

chaldea hasn't seen sherlock in a week - gordolf investigates

for @nasuversepromptweeks 's day 7: free day!

[ link to the fic ]

[nasuversekinkmeme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It's been years since Gudako first started working at Chaldea, years since Servants became a part of her life - and years since a few in particular became very important parts of her life.

Guda/Tamamo/Mash, day 7: free day

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It's time for day 7: free space!

Remember to use the tag #nasukinkweek or directly to tag us to make sure we can see it! Have fun!

[whoneedsapublisher]

Forbidden Fruit

Day 6 of kink week from @nasuversepromptweeks, with the prompt "Taboo/New Limits". I really like how this one turned out. Kiara Sessyoin focused, with Mordred x Kiara Sessyoin included.

Words: ~900

Summary: Beast III/R was defeated in the underwater base SE.RA.PH and ceased to be. But before it was destroyed, it planted one final seed, the last of Kiara Sessyoin. That woman swore herself to obedience and contentment, so long as her contract persisted and her Master resisted her. She voluntarily stopped herself from consuming all those around her. But even a woman who is fasting can't be blamed if she happens to swallow when an insect flies into her mouth.

Also on Ao3

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There’s a certain eroticism in being chaste.

Kiara had sought to feel all the pleasure possible, but in being thwarted, she’d found a new pleasure in that denial. It was almost like a new form of BDSM. She was surrounded by delicious cakes of all sorts of flavours and shapes, but she was bound tightly in place, unable to reach for any of them. She could only make pleasing faces and noises, begging with her eyes for the people around her to carefully pick up one of those cakes and press it to her lips. Some of them would carefully take a small piece on a fork and gently feed it to her. Some would push it aggressively against her face, covering her in icing and making a mess of her for their own gratification. Still others would bring the cake so agonisingly close that she could reach her tongue out and just barely taste the icing before they pulled it away again, laughing at her desperation.

It was simply divine. Chaldea was the finest cake shop she’d ever seen, and her bounds were as unyielding as steel.

As an Alter-Ego, she was “tamed” for now. So long as her Master didn’t lay a hand on her or die, she wouldn’t become a Beast. She wouldn’t reach out to pick the ripe fruits all around her.  Or even better, tear down the bitter unripened ones and crush them with her teeth, revelling in the sin of it as their bitter juices dripped down her face, denied the opportunity to ever grow properly before they were picked. To pick the rotting fruits from the ground and shove them into her mouth, savouring their sickly sweetness and foul aftertaste. She was a woman who would consume anything she could wrap her hands around, and the buddha had blessed her with hands enough to grasp all within her sight. But all those many hands were tied now, and so she instead wandered through a garden of delights without picking so much as a flower.

But she was still herself. She might not pick anything by her own hand, but she could be patient. She would stand under a tree for days, her mouth open as she waited for the fruit to fall.

The first to fall had been something of a surprise. She had expected her charms to first ensorcel the most unrestrained of the men. Those who would lust after any woman who crossed their vision. But perhaps because of her unusual existence, their eyes seemed to slide off of her. For now. Eventually, she was sure they would see her, and desire her. And she wouldn’t rebuke their advances.

But the first to come to her room was the Knight of Treachery.

Mordred came angry. They were riled up, irritated, looking to lash out. Through some kind of instinctual perception, they’d noticed the subtle allure that leaked from Kiara long before any of the mages noticed anything amiss.

“Hey, you stupid slut,” they snapped, pushing Kiara up against the wall angrily. “Stop flouncing around Chaldea so frivolously. You trying to draw in my father or something? Or maybe Master?”

“I’m only being myself,” Kiara said. Outwardly, she maintained her composure, but internally, excitement coursed through her. The thrill of being the hunted, a pleasure she enjoyed just as much as being the one who hunted.

“Don’t give me that shit,” Mordred growled. “You’re trying to lure someone to your bed. You can’t trick me.”

“I don’t deny that,” Kiara said. “But who says it has to be the King of Knights?”

She raised a hand to caress Mordred’s cheek, stopping just short of touching before slowly lowering it.

Mordred grasped her wrist roughly.

“If you’re just looking for someone to rut you like the beast in heat you are, then even I can do that.”

Mordred’s pleasure was like a firework. Noise and flame and bright lights, but only spectacle, lacking the fear that came from a gunshot or an open flame. They were aggressive, but not sadistic. Rough but not vicious. Kiara accepted their boldness and their energetic lovemaking. She took it all, and teased out more and more. She teased out Mordred’s weakness to being touched themself. Their bashfulness. Their tenderness. Their whimpers and moans, as well as their panting growls and howls of triumph. Kiara slowly wrung every novel side of Mordred out of them until the knight was drained and spent.

It was delicious. It was luxurious. It was a fine meal after weeks of fasting, and Kiara gorged herself and then lay back, bloated, to digest. Mordred slunk out deep into the night to return to their own room, despite’s Kiara’s offers to let them stay.

Ah, well. Just as well, perhaps, to let the last morsel escape. It would be a shame to devour everything at once, just when she was starting to appreciate the pleasure of abstaining.

For now, she was sated again. She felt warm and full, her body dirty and her clothes tossed aside like garbage, doubtless damaged by Mordred’s rough undressing. She relished the idea of slowly inspecting every tear tomorrow.

But now, she would rest.

The first fruit had fallen into her mouth. As she licked the juices off her face, she was already looking for the next promising tree.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In the Great Holy Grail War, Fiore knows her feelings towards her Servant are not mutual. She knows he sees her as another student, but that just turns her on more. These fantasies are becoming more elaborate, and she needs to find a way to make them real.

Fiore/Chiron, day 6: taboo/new limits

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

after it all, the two are once again with each other. aka: what if instead of finding shirou at the end of fate/zero, what if kiritsugu and kirei fucked instead

Kiritsugu/Kirei, day 6: taboo/new limits

[nasuversekinkmeme]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Shuten-Douji is on the prowl. Some might think they want to be her prey. They are wrong.

Smut, noncon, pedophilia mention

[Original prompts]

Also written for the @nasuversepromptweeks kink week, day 6: taboo/new limit