This is the poll to determine the second main plot point for my experimental audience participation fic (search 'experimental fic' on my blog for more information). This poll is being held because the runners-up options were too close to call. While runners-up on this poll will not be included in the fic from the beginning as a main plot point, I will write a mini fic for each as a thank you for participating.
Submitted propaganda and prompt credits are under the cut below the poll.
Send me an ask if you have any questions!
The second main plot point of my experimental fic should be...
Toxic and possessive Pitch Pearl
All of the Ancients adopt Danny at the same time, cue soft body horror.
Amity becomes Danny's lair over several years, Wonderland shenanigans ensue.
Field trip gone wrong! Danny's trapped with his class.
Propaganda for the Pitch Pearl prompt (via @axion-labs):
- Rivers said in the initial post that started all this that they wanted practice writing ships, so you’ll be doing them a favor (I can’t fathom why Rivers of all people claims to need practice, just look at the 400 fics they’ve written, but whatever)
- The first place plot is Danny concerningly oversharing, which plays well into a toxic relationship (or a perceived toxic because ghost shenanigans? Lots of directions to go with it)
- Over-possessive relationships are so much fun with ghosts involved! A ghosts’ obsession, the core of their being, becoming another person?
- Please?
Propaganda for the Ancient Adoption prompt (via @trinoxtrinox):
Rivers is the ruler and monarch for soft body horror, they have already made many stories where Danny has changed slowly and those stories are always a beauty. Now imagine how far it would go when Danny is under the influence of MANY DIFFERENT GHOSTS, Danny truly is made of playdough and he's being molded by so many hands that anything is possible.
Propaganda for Amity Lair prompt (via @bonuscatart):
I've seen fics where Amity is Danny's haunt, but I don't think I've read one where it's his lair. It would be cool to see how Amity is affected by something usually in the Ghost Zone
Propaganda for Field Trip Gone Wrong prompt (via @jackdaw-sprite):
- It plays very well with the first place winner, which is Danny saying too many alarming things to the wrong person. Who is that person? Any one of his classmates, or Mr. Lancer. Or all of them! Imagine the chaos!
- It's got a built in explanation for why Danny is even saying these things! He's trapped and can't redirect attention away from himself! It's got drama! it's got confrontation!
- We don't torment Danny socially nearly enough
- Imagine being a teenager who has managed to fuck up badly enough at keeping your mouth shut that at least one of your classmates and possibly your entire class is trying to get answers out of you. Despite being in a Situation. Mortifying!
- It's even worse when you've got ghost powers you are theoretically very practiced at hiding. That you're worried might result in dissection if they come out
- Only maybe half of Danny's classmates are normal about Phantom. imagine how Dash, Paulina, Valerie, and maybe even Wes would react in this situation. imagine all of them effectively locked in a bottle with Danny at the same time as he tries and fails to keep his secret.
- We don't torment Danny socially nearly enough. I already said that but I think now you understand exactly what kind of torment this is, and how fun it would be to watch him squirm.
- If you vote for this, we could get Rivers to do this to Danny. Imagine.
I wrote a longform fic sometime last year, set in a supernatural themed AU Gotham. It's sitting in my wip folder because it's both unfinished and needs serious editing.
But I thought, why not write a fluffier, dark romance otome-style serial drabble fic for Tumblr, in a university setting? Various love interests, and readers can eventually vote on who they want for the main love interest/story conclusion. I thought it'd be fun.
The fiends who may steal your heart:
Vampire!Dick Grayson
Werewolf!Jason Todd
Demon!Damian Wayne
So without further ado, here's a little bite of your vampire king!
There's no one who says poise and charm with a smile more than Dick Grayson. It's hard to say what captivates you first: those beautiful blue eyes or the way they seem to fix on you, as if you're the most interesting person in the world. He's intrigued, he's curious, and he wants to know more about the people around him. He's a social superstar, championing conversations with a rare thoughtfulness that makes you feel seen and heard. He draws light from the room effortlessly, a man born to the spotlight but never craving it. He's not a showoff, but his natural magnetism makes him graceful, makes him appealing. You *want* to be his friend: friendship with him is a blessing.
But beneath this shining veneer of the perfect gentleman, the frat president who cares, lies the undead heart of a calculating vampire king, master of his fate and the one who controls the vampire faction at Gotham University. He's shrewd: he has to be, to survive the mortal world without being found out for the monster he is. He wants your attention, craves your affection, because otherwise he'll have to hurt you to keep you by his side. His magnanimous charm has a dark side: he's manipulative, he's underhanded, he orchestrates situations to keep you near. All of his charm is effortless, but it's built on walls of darkness, a slow and deadly corruption that is used to keep you safe and subservient to him.
It's never malicious: Dick still operates under a paradigm of kindness and compassion. It's been sharpened to a cutting edge, wielded like a weapon: words or teeth, Dick is unafraid to talk or fight his way into getting what he wants. You see that fierce possessive streak manifest in a quiet, controlled manner. Nothing about Dick is accidental. He moves with purpose, he speaks with purpose, he thinks three steps ahead because he needs to be able to predict and control. Without the comfort and safety of knowing how people will react and respond, Dick will falter and slip into quiet reflection.
His anger is a tidy, sharpened knife, a heated point of contact, a sharp word or a single move to grip you close. He is not a man to be crossed or threatened; predatory danger threads itself in his movements, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist with knowledgeable precision. He won't tolerate defiance if he thinks you're his, there's no permissiveness in his kindness, only an obsessive adoration that manifests in care for your safety and well-being.
And yet, there is one threshold Dick cannot cross, one line he won't let himself pass: Dick Grayson won't hurt you. He won't kill you. Desperate as he might for your love and affection, Dick won't drink your blood, won't turn you into one of him unless you beg him. Unless you're on death's door. To change you into a vampire without your consent feels like a gross indecency, and Dick might be controlling, but he never wants to break your trust. Your faith in him should be absolute and well-placed, and he never wants to give you a reason to doubt him.
The day he bites you will be one marred in tragedy, because he wants to save your life, he wants you to live the best version of yourself that you can be, and he can't do that if he takes away what makes you you. If he sees the light wink from your eyes, his heart will scream and shudder to a stop, and he'll close up emotionally, unable to process, unwilling to face the truth. He's attached importance to you, and you've become a symbol of life and light to him. Without you, he feels lost, untethered, and if he has to risk everything to keep you from dying? To keep from turning you? Well, he'd rather burn and hurt before he ever laid a finger on you. He is pure despite his inner darkness, and he will suffer and struggle before he lets you draw a breath of pain.
When he kisses you, he draws you closer, his hands naturally cradling the back of your head. His fingers brush the skin of your neck: the temptation of your blood sings sweetly to him, and he resists, even as he falls under your spell. Soft lips press against yours, warm, and then he holds you closer. Softness turns to passion, his lips parting, tongue seeking yours as he moans gently. The sound of his melodic bassy voice draws you in, opens you up. His seeks your taste, nibbles your bottom lip, grins in pleasure as you fall apart in his arms. A kiss with Dick begins in tenderness and ends in wanton, desperate desire.
When he fucks you- and oh, how he wants to fuck you bad- it'll be knowing you want him just as badly as he does you. He won't violate you, won't take you without your consent, but he will pin you down the moment you give it. He'll press the length of his hard member against your pelvis, make you moan sweetly for him before licking you wet, wetter than you've ever been. He feasts on you like your life depends on it, then enters you slow, making you take him inch by inch until he bottoms out with a sigh. He wants your head to spin as you cry his name in pleasure.
Hello! Sooo this was originally for a drabble challenge but 1. I apparently have no idea what a drabble is- 2. It went over the limit by like 2K cause I though it said 2K words was the limit but it was 2K characters. I am beyond blind im- Anyways uhh here you go i guess, a free oneshot😭 Oh one more thing, this used characters labeled A and B. So you can align this with anyone(fictional/real/a ship/etc.) you want:D
Who Needs Words?
Published: 1-9-2024
Words: 695
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The sound of a muffled radio and a car on tar was the only noise that filled the vehicle. Neither A nor B were silent from anger or embarrassment or anything of that nature. They were simply silent because it was comforting. Words weren’t needed to have a simple memory.
“Y’know what I want?” B spoke randomly from the passenger's seat. A had gotten used to B’s random tendencies.
“Hm?” A hummed in response, making sure to watch the road that was lit up by the car lights. They held the steering wheel calmly, waiting for B to finish their question.
“Good-old-fashioned love,” B’s face held a small yet proud smile. They seemed to be interested in this topic because of their body language. A took a quick glance at B before going back to the road.
“Do you mean like, 1940s kind of love?” A asked curiously. They didn’t mind the topic taking the place of the silence. As long as they were with B then it was alright.
“Basically!” B’s posture straightened against the seat belt. “Just the unconditional love that can be found. The pure loyalty to each other and expecting nothing in return. I want that. I want to be asked my favorite color and then be surprised with my favorite flowers in the color. I want to be given handmade gifts that would cost less than a cent to buy but cost millions for thought and effort.”
A listened intently as B rambled on and on, not even thinking to stop B. A enjoyed B’s rambles. They enjoyed how B could get excited over the littlest things, whether it’s a duck or a coin on the ground. Against their better judgment, A zoned out for a second. They stole glances at B and nodded softly to act as if they were listening but A was making a mental plan. They remembered everything B said and made a silent promise to grant this wish to B if it was the last thing A did. When A finally came back to reality, they focused on B and the road again.
“I want to grow old together and have shared thousands of memories together,” B paused for a second, having an expression that looked lost for a moment. A took a hand off the wheel and placed it onto B’s shoulder, nudging them a little to bring them back to Earth. B seemed to snap out of their little dream and smiled at A. Oh that smile could melt the sun any day. B’s smile had the power to cool the hottest deserts and warm the coldest tundras.
“I think that’s all I wanted to say, sorry if I rambled,” B rubbed the back of their neck shyly, embarrassed for talking so long.
“Why are you sorry? I enjoy listening to you go on and on about anything.” A comforted, keeping their eyes on the road.
“Really?” B questioned, unsure if they should really believe A’s statement.
“Obviously. I love hearing you talk on the phone for hours with me at 2 AM because you saw a cute bird on the way to work. Or how you saw a mother taking her two kids to that one park a few days ago. I love listening to you, B. You brighten my day by just being here, and you can’t imagine how bright my day is when you talk. I love seeing your smile and hearing the little pitch up in your voice. I love it all.” A gushed, careful not to admit their true feelings for their best friend. A couldn’t risk the friendship dying off all because they confessed their feelings.
B had a look of pure shock that melted into a comforted and soft expression. Instead of responding, B stayed quiet and let the car ride resume its earlier silence. A took a small look at B. After seeing B’s content face, A relaxed too and let out a deep breath. As before, the only noise in the vehicle were the sounds of the muffled radio and car tires on a tar road. Words weren’t needed to have a simple memory.
hello im in the library about to start writing but dont know which story to write first and since polls is a thing now and i wanna use it -- you decide hahaha
what should mars write
second lead - namjoon x reader hurt comfort fluff
quit playing - spiderman!jungkook x reader e2l fluff smut
ultimately yours - very delayed seokjin bday fic exes2lover fluff/angst/smut
A/N: this was written in a way so that the reader gets to decide which brother is which. It’s up to you. I have my headcanon, what’s yours? Put it in the comments!
He’s not sure how or why, but he knows the when. Always. He’s always, always loved his brother. The number of times he’s wanted to touch, to taste, to feel his brother’s body against his is beyond measure.
He’s absolutely sure his brother does not feel the same.
He tries not to stare, tries not to want, but the feeling never goes away. So he keeps it to himself. It burns inside him, desperate to get out. He relishes the small touches, the hugs, the brushing of fingers as they pass a weapon between them. But he still wants. Oh how he wants.
Crazy thing is, his brother does feel the same.
Both ashamed, both desperate.
Secrets however, are almost always revealed. It’s hard to keep true love buried, you see. That night, after a few whiskeys, they each capture and hold their gaze a little too long and neither can look away. The lust is evident in the other’s eyes.
His eyebrows raise and his brother lets out a small laugh, looking down quickly.
“So now you know,” they say simultaneously.
This startles them both and they once again look into the other’s eyes.
“Jesus fuck, are you fucking kidding me?” He laughs and gets up and walks to his brother, kneeling in front of him.
“Are you sure?’ he asks, hesitantly.
“I’ve never been more fucking sure of anything in my life.”
The kiss was so was incredible, there aren’t words to describe it. Trying to do so would do it an injustice. It was however, life-altering.
Naked Landlord Part 3@Readers’ Choice Series (SMUT)
Readers: hmmpphhh (Mina Aino)
Scenario / Situations Greeting Stranger (almost) naked
Fandom: KBTBB
Character: Soryu Oh, Ryosuke Inui
Notes: TRAIN OF SMUT, featuring Inui, Samejima and may or may not include their boss
*misleading title- he isn’t really naked, you are*
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
Just as you feel you’re close, a sharp gasp has surprised you. It’s the very man who rents you this apartment, Inui- standing in disbelief with his hands on his mouth and the unmistakable bulge in his pants.
“Sorry! Ms. Aino, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” The poor guy is too shocked to move, you’ve never had an audience before and he’s awfully cute when he’s embarrassed. Shouldn’t it be the other way round?
Turning around swiftly with Soryu’s warm sheet still underneath your wet core, you sit by the edge of bed and open wide, your fingers teasingly dance around your drenched panties. Your lips curve upwards in a grin as the young fellow gulp nervously, his eyes dart between your face and fingers.
“I don’t think you can just leave the apartment with that bulge?”
His hand jump from his mouth to his pants, it’s a bit too late, isn’t it? By the time he looks back up, your panties are on the floor, your face is flushed; your breathing rapid and shallow. His eyes widen with such desire and amazement, you can’t help but wonder if Mr. Oh would react the same way.
You begin giving Inui a private show, drawing your left hand and pinch your nipple lightly through the cup of your blue lace bra with your dark brown eyes fix on his startled face; he can’t help but shiver in reaction as a moan escapes your lips.
He never would have thought this is how his morning begins but right now, he wants to see more. Somewhere in his mind it occurs to him that this maybe a dream, Soryu Oh could ring any minute to wake him from this sexy wet dream, this is why he’s feeling the most on his tip, right? It’s just a dream. It takes him a moment to step forward then kneeling awkwardly by the bed to stroke his groin and joins you.
“Not fair,” you pout, “Shouldn’t you take them off too?”
You aren’t normally this forward with people you barely know but Inui is really cute and innocent, you love making him blushes. His trembling hand begins to free his member while his other hand rests on your inner thigh. His dick twitches in his hand as he watched your index finger pushing inside your pussy. He pumps faster, licking his lower lip while you push the second and third fingers in, he watches your tight muscles stretch around them with your mouth gasp open and moan out loud. “Ahhhh, faster.”
He obeys like a good boy and picks up his pace, matching your rhythm and speeds on the feed to his own movements. Suddenly you arch your back and clench the bedsheets as wave of ecstasy hits your hard. Liquid spills out soaks Soryu’s bed and floor.
Inui bites his lip so hard, choking back a moan of completion as he spurts his seeds into his own hand. His eyes snap open at the ring from his phone, “Sorry boss!!”
You smile breathlessly as the frightened little boy apologies to Soryu for taking so long, his eyes fix on your breasts, rising up and down and you get off the bed. Walking towards him, lowering yourself in front of him. His voice cracks when his sensitive cock meets with your tongue, he clamps his hand over his mouth to suppress a moan.
“Inui!! What’s taking so long!”
You’d hear Soryu’s stern voice on the other end and to put the boy out of misery, you lick from his tip to the bottom then go back up to clean him thoroughly.
“Ahhhh!!! Sorry sir!! I’ll … I’ll be right down.”
Inui cuts Soryu off before he’d yell at him again, the innocent boy swallows and sheepishly looks at you. “Thank you, mam. That… was .. amazing.” But his eyes soon turn into horror when he looks behind to see the mess he has made.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean up.” You tilt your head and smile satisfyingly before escorting the boy out the door.
What a blissful morning, you sigh dreamily and wonder if something similar could ever happened between you and your smoking hot landlord before you wipe off all the traces of your naughty acts and head to work.
Your day job at the cafe is pretty easy and straight forward, let’s see how your night job is. It’s a beautiful night at the club, popular, crowded but with class as the most exclusive club in Tokyo. Putting on a black lace eye mask and matching corset, you get on stage and relax yourself in the pulsating lights and throbbing beat of music. Feeling all eyes on you while you get down and pull yourself back up onto the pole before spinning around it, legs slipping up and locking around the pole as you hang upside down to blow kisses out into the cheering crowd.
As your feet hit the ground, you rub your clothed core right up against the pole, throwing your head back in ecstasy and of course exaggerating your reactions. Just then, your eyes meet with a man, he looks rather expressionless but he’s just like the rest- unable to take his eyes off you.
Getting ready for the finale, you pull away from the pole then press your back to it before sinking down, legs bend and spread with your fingers dancing along your inner thighs, pretending to drive yourself over the edge. Paying attention to the song, you wait till the exact moment to buck your hips forward, showing the audience your curve right before you jump on the pole and spin around it one last time for the big finish.
“Hey.” You hear an unfamiliar manly voice and turn to see the man who you lock eyes with.
“Back stage’s off limit, sir.” You smile and tie your hair up, “Do you mind? I need to change.”
He doesn’t move.
“I charge if you want a private show.”
Still no reply, good looking is one thing but you could never stand a boring man.
“How much?”
You burst out laughing, “You’re serious? I was just kidding!” Putting your hands on his shoulders, you begin pushing the uninvited guest out the door, “I don’t sell myself.” His brow frown, “Just because I do erotic dance doesn’t make me a sell every part of me.”
You’re a little annoyed but the young man quickly apologizes, “Sorry, it’s just .. I think.. you are really pretty and … I .. kind of want to watch more.. “
You can’t help but grin at his compliment, it’s been too long since you’ve met a customer who’s not a total creep who thinks he owns you because he’s paid his entry fee. Stepping on tip toe, you kiss his cheek which turns pink in a instant. The young man steps backwards and sits on the dressing table, making his bulge more visible to the both of you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s my first time here…” He quickly stops as if exposing a secret that’s not for him to tell, your eyes darken and close the distance.
“Do you want some help with it then?” He looks up in surprise, eyes with anticipation though. “Free of charge.” You grin and unbuckle his belt, pulling his boxer and trousers off in one go. The good looking man whimpers softly at the touch of yours hands wrap around the bottom of his shaft and lips circling his moist tip, a sharp gasp escapes his mouth as you take him all the way in. What a nice feeling to have such young and energetic fella under your control, to feel his over sensitive cock twitches at your every move.
His hands slide through your hair, brushing it gently before sweeping it to one side. He gazes into your eyes and you wonder if he’s imagining an ex girlfriend, or some girl he admires. The thought of him thinking about someone else have you put in all the effort until his fingers pull you back slightly. His brown eyes sparkles in the dim room with the grin that tugs on his lips, he shyly says, "You're really pretty."
Your hand pump faster, ignoring the compliment and ask, "Are you about to come?"
"M-Mmhm." Another sheepish grin. "Sorry."
“Samejima!!”
Someone bursts in, leaving all three of you in shock but it’s Soryu who breaks the silence. “Ms. Aino?!” Both of you back away and Soryu hides his surprise face within second, “Get out!” You immediately stand up from his serious tone but his wrist grips yours as he eyes the disappointed young man to leave.
As soon as the door shuts, Soryu pushes you up against it and slams his fist to the door. “WHO ARE YOU!?”
“Mina Aino, your tenant!” Your heartbeat speed up as chill creeps through your entire body but meanwhile also nervous at how close he is, damn he is so good looking!!
“WHO SENT YOU?!”
Why is he asking you weired questions?! And why is he so pissed?
“No one!!! What is wrong with you?”
“Why are you after my men?”
“What?” Soryu’s grip lossen at your confusion, “They both work for you?”
Soryu backs away but his eyes are still fixed on you, waiting for a proper answer.
“I.....well...wait, Inui told you?”
Soryu rolls his eyes, “Like he’d keept a secret.”
“Well.. I didn’t plan for it to happen.. wait, what exactly did he tell you?” Luckily, it turns out Inui CAN keep a secret, at least yours safe for now. “I... I was just helping the gentlemen.” You grin, hoping to ligthen the intense mood. “Do you need any help too?” You ask, eyeing between his thighs.
“No.” A small huff of laughter comes out before he replies, “Not interested.”
NOT INTERESTED! Are his eyes open? Does he not see what you’re wearing or what’re doing on stage, mintues ago?
“As long as you are not sent by our rivals, you are free to date or ... PLAY with whoever you want but Ms. Aino.. at least do it in your OWN room.” Soryu says, an annoyed look appear on his face.
Without another word or look, your landlord leave you alone in the room feeling shocked, embarrased and challenged.
