#prompt: drowning

[ashcremated]

continuing with the reposts of my old art in this new blog 🤡 this one was for uhhh. zuko's hot moisturized glowing umbothered girl summer.

[ragnarockz]

Um.. I know you already wrote one Maya x Reader fic since the new episode but, may I please have another? 🙈 Maybe with Maya using the squirting strap to paint Reader's face? And then taking pictures? Please 🙈

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No I'm fine I'm good I totally "thought" about this all for ten min and I...I...had to jump and write this because I uhh because I...

This took me so long to write because I was uhhh I was uhhhh gathering...gathering uhhh...UH SOURCE MATERIAL AND UHHH RESEARCH AND UHHHH

You stay put on your knees and keep your hands planted on the top of your bare thighs. Your eyes follow Maya as she paces her office. She asked you to stay back hours ago, and you had been sure it was going to be about work.

It wasn't until you watched her dig into her purse and fill up a ejaculating cock with lube that you realized what her idea of work exactly was.

And now she was pacing back and forth with her hands on her hips; her high faux hawk like a crown on her head and the ends following behind her. She was in control without a doubt; planning her next move with you. She had already ordered you to take off your pants and shirt, leaving you in your underwear. She basically barked at you to get on your knees, using the toe of her shoe to push you down into submission and position. You choked back a moan as you felt Maya's shoe dig into your thigh.

You'd be lying if you weren't already wet against your underwear; bunching and sticking up against your labia. You shifted slightly to try and unstick it from between your legs; failing miserably as you created even more addicting friction against your clit.

She suddenly stops right in front of you and looks down; condescending pouring out from her. You bite your lip and dare to look up at her, and you realize you can barely look her in the eye. She smirks and shakes her head, and her left hand travels down to grab the base of the silicone toy erect between her still-clothed legs.

She was fully clothes; every piece of clothing on her still. Prim and poised; spotless as you watched the lube dare to drip out of the hole from the head of her cock. She overfilled, you realize suddenly, as your eyes snap back up to her face.

She knows you know now, and she smiles back. Bigger. Bolder. Deadly.

Your stomach lunches and drops and you feel the deep, dull pang of emptiness inside of your cunt.

You know that's not what she's going to give you, however; not on your knees this way.

She steps even closer; feet between your legs as you are inches away from her cock at your lips. And you know as she stands there, still with her hands on her hips, she wants you to open up your pretty mouth and take her.

All of her.

Every fucking inch she has.

And you have to because you have no choice because it's her.

It's Maya fucking Mason with her cock in your face and she's growing impatient with each second you aren't sucking her off.

You tense your jaw muscles before relaxing them and use the same muscles to open your mouth.

You suddenly realize you're not fast enough as you see ever so quickly her fingers, the peach painted nails, push down. You blink rapidly as something your brain doesn't register just yet come right at you; land on your lips and cheeks. It's room temperature and wet; slick.

She came on your face as a warning.

She came on your face because she could because she wanted to.

Your mouth finally opens but not to take her into your mouth because of your sudden shock. She came on your face, and she's...oh god, she's...

Her fingers that were on the plunger go back up a little to reach into her pants pocket and pull out her phone. She uses her thumb to swipe up, and then, you watch as she holds her phone right above you.

Once again, your brain is slow to register all that's happening. Cum on your face and you don't know why she's pointing her phone down at your face.

"Bring your arms in closer..."

The first time she's spoken to you since she got you down on your knees and your cunt clenches at her voice and the tone of it. It drives you crazy how nonchalant she can sound in moments like these; how mean and cold she comes across.

You know deep down, secretly she's just as turned on as you are.

You head her command and push your arms closer, which, you then realize, pushes your breasts closer together inside of your bra.

You hear a snap sound, and your brain fog clears almost instantly.

She's taking a picture of her money shot.

"...Maya?..."

She stops and lets her finger hover over her phone screen, looking past it now and down at your face. She looks like she wants to devour you; eat you up on the spot. She doesn't day anything as if she almost doesn't acknowledge you in that moment as she shifts her phone into her other hand so that she can find the plunger at her hip once more.

You hear another sound and realize that as she keeps her phone still, she's changed from PHOTO to VIDEO.

You open your mouth once more to say something and once again, met with the sudden sensation of her cum squirting onto your face. A higher shot this time as you feel the familiar lube on your cheeks and just under your eye; clinging to your bottom left eyelashes.

Your face burns in both arousal and embarrassment, and the rest of your body follows suit. You can feel your nipples harden against your bra and your clit throbbing inside of your underwear; he all familiar slick coating your underwear as well. You're a goddamn mess and she's getting it all on video.

"...Do...do you like making me your dirty little whore, Maya?"

You make your voice as sweet as you can and watch Maya's expression falter and swear in that second she's trying everything in her body to stifle back a moan.

You open up your mouth once more to egg her on and realize she's one step ahead of you. Always.

She pushes herself into you; into your warm and waiting mouth. Her cock grazes your teeth and you almost choke on her; not planning to have her force herself like that into you. Her hand moves quickly as she brings her arm down in a rush to shove her phone into her pocket so she can fully focus on you before her, under her.

She wants to fuck your mouth without any distractions.

"Oh, Baby...look at you...God...you actually are such a dirty little whore..."

She's cooing at you; sticky sweet as she rocks her hips every so slightly. She hears you gag slightly as you try to take more of her down your throat and suck at the same time. You can barely stand it as you decide to disobey her unspoken rules.

Your hands slip in between your thighs so you can finger yourself against your underwear. You don't know if she notices, but you don't care; you need to give yourself some sort of release.

Your eyes snap shut as your cheeks hollow out and you suck as much as you can and wait for her to, as you would assume, cum into your mouth.

When she doesn't and pulls out; a trail of saliva following her exit, you pout up at her and all she can do is grin down at you.

She uses her shoe, the same toe, to push your fingers away from your sopping wet core. You whine in response as your hands come up to, what? Plea? Pray? Grab her cock so you can take her back into your mouth?

She beats you to it once more as she grabs hold of the girth of her cock and lifts it upwards ever so slightly before she brings it down and let's the head hit the side of your still wet jaw; watching the muscle twitch underneath it in delight.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 198

Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly. 

But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance? 

So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever. 

He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib. 

Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib. 

Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway? 

His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest. 

“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring? 

Oh. 

He wasn’t human this time around. 

[ryllen]

Hello, Ryllen-san!! I'd like to apologize if someone has given you this ask previously...

Someone wrote an amazing TreyJade fic and dedicated it to you!!! I wanted you to know, just in case! <333

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64785091

On that note, I would like to thank you for singlehandedly carrying the EN side of the TreyJade fandom with your art... I might as well have been dehydrated from thirst without your creations... Thank you, and I hope you'll always have a nice day!!! <333

[Direct link to fic] ♣️🐬

SCREAAAMIMMMGGG CRYIIINNGGG DYYINMGGGGGG I READ IT AND I'M FGSGSFSFSGSHSH AAAAAAAA!!!!!!

I'M LITERALLY SQUEALLINGGG LIKE A HIGHHSCHOOL GIRLL WHEN I REAAD ITT FHDHSGSGSGS *ACTUAL AUDIBLE SOUND FGSGZ

OH THE WAY THEY SIMPLY FISHED AND BAITED EACH OTHER IS SCRUMTPIOHS FHDHS MY FACE CRACKS AND I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK TO SQUEAL SEVERAL TIMES

I'M DYING THEIR UNDERLYING FLIRTOUS EXCHANGE IS SO STRAIGHT FOWARD IT MAKES ME BLJSH FHDHDHS

THEY ARE LITERALLY PLAYING EACH OTHER SO FUN !! ♡♡♡

BUT JADE IS SO PLAYFULLY DIRECT IN THIS ONE, I CAN'T HOLD MY FACE STRAIGHT FHDH I CAN'T BELIEVE TREY ACTUALLY CAN MY FACE MUSCLE WOULD BE CRAMPING THROUGH AND THROUGH FHDHDHSHS ♡♡♡♡♡

FSHSH thank you so much for bringing this to my attention, i do not have AO3 thing, i am rather a visual person that i don't naturally seek things to read by myself fhdhs

But u guys have been delivering scrumptious AO3 newsletter in front of my door, and I CAN'T BE MORE HAPPIER THAN EVER!! Fsh

[character-kai]

Weird (creepypasta only) headcanon but I feel like the mansion changes based on who lives there and their needs. It’s ever growing, changing, and it never quite looks the same. I feel like the mansion would kind of be an extension of slenderman in a way, and maybe even a living entity itself. Of course I’m draw to a kind of ‘House of Leaves’ like concept, but I also feel like it might be reminiscent of the house in What Remains of Edith Finch, or even the Winchester House. Abandoned rooms of long forgotten proxies locked away, their history only to be left to the imagination. Hallways that seem to go on forever, progressively getting more decrepit and dated as you head deeper into the bowels of the house. The victorian architecture remains characteristic throughout the building, but certain areas seem to change in style slightly. The stain on the woodwork suddenly changes tint. The ornate details on the mantle and plethora of twisting staircases seem to change artists every so often. And every carving, painting, or sculpture of a person seems ever so slightly off. If you were to bring a piece of art with the portrait of a loved one, their face would morph so slowly over time to resemble someone else that you may never even notice. The man in that photo isn’t your friend, he never even existed in the first place.

[attackpossum]

So for (1 of) this weeks cringetober prompts (from @meow--or--never’s prompt list :D) I drew day 11s prompt…. Creepypasta!! I was going to draw my favorite creepypasta from my childhood, Laughing Jack, but last week I started watching Marble Hornets cause I had never seen it and IT IS SO GOOD!! Masky has captivated me (Tim Wright my poor little meow meow) so I drew him and his bestie Hoodie <3 and to make it extra cringe I dumped 12 lbs of glitter on them and then put that into pixmix to create my magnum opus :)

( @zalgoid i know it’s not EJ but i thought you’d still like to see this)

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #3316

An eel twists through the air around her head, on guard, swimming as if through water. Eels can’t usually leave the ocean, which must mean she is the ocean. A god, or powerful offspring.

[siriusly-writes]

“I cant live like this anymore”

“A, please. Don’t do this we- I need you.”

“Please”

“ I-I cant. I’m sorry. I cant take it.”

“A..”

“I’m sorry, I- goodbye”

[black-salt-cage]

Day 26 of #heartnosehalloween! ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.🎃 Prompt: Folklore vs creepypasta ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[thequiettwin]

Gory Like Bloody Prompts

Bloody, violence, murder, and death prompts! [I found these on a post and redid a few] Muse A/B can be any character and can be swap, it's just easier to read then sender/receiver. Anyways enjoy the prompts, comment/dm if you're interested!! ;3

Spoken:

" that's a lot of blood. "

" what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" oh my god. what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" red looks good on you. "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" it was an accident. "

" It's just a stab wound, don't worry about it "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

Unspoken:

Muse A spits out a mouthful of blood at Muse B feet

Muse A spits out a mouthful of blood on Muse B

Muse A finds Muse B covered in blood

Muse A helps Muse B clean up after a kill

Muse A wipes blood from Muse B face with a washcloth

Muse A wipes blood from Muse B face with their thumb

Muse A licks blood off a knife

Muse A licks Muse B blood off their hand

Muse A lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to Muse B

Muse A stitches up Muse B wound [ optional wound placement ]

Muse A digs their finger into Muse B wound [ optional wound placement ]

Muse A bites Muse B hard enough to draw blood

Muse A draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

Muse A finds Muse B cleaning up a kill in a daze

Muse A looks Muse B in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

Muse A flicks blood at Muse B to annoy them

Muse A slips in their victim's blood and Muse B laughs as Muse A fell down

Muse A comes home to Muse B covered in blood and waiting for them

Muse A tries to wipe blood off Muse B but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

Muse A takes an injury meant for Muse B

Muse A shows up on Muse B doorstep covered in blood

Muse A sits down quietly next to Muse B after they both killed someone

Muse A helps Muse B bury a body

Muse A leans on Muse B for support

Muse A kills someone and the blood spatters on Muse B

Muse A finds Muse B desperately trying to wash the blood off of themselves

Muse A kisses Muse B to taste the blood on their busted lip