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[ddagent]

Festive Margo/Sergei Promptathon

The decorations are up. The Christmas playlist made for the car. The advent calendar opened. So begins the festive period and I am open for prompts! :D

All festive prompts are fair game! Canon or complete AU. For example: snow, Christmas traditions, office party, Secret Santa, meeting each other's family, driving home (or stranded) for Christmas, hot chocolate, wrapping up warm, Christmas shopping. Christmas could be in Houston, Moscow, Mars or the Moon. Even a festive IAC! All time periods are up for grabs. I am here for fluff, smut, angst (but only with a happy ending) – even a remix of a Holiday movie!

While I cannot promise to fill every single prompt, those I do fill will have at least 200 words of fic goodness.

Happy Holidays and Happy Prompting!

[kesopan]

freeform prompt fill for clintbeefwoods on twt for SVSSSAction!! drew some pathetic bingyuan for the soul :3c

see this post on twt!

[jesuistrestriste]

Sweet angel college!era Art enrolling in a medical study to make a few extra bucks who suddenly finds himself needing to give a sperm sample in front of pretty nursing student reader while she watches...

Thoughts?

he’d be sooo nervous and squirmy in his seat. he understands that she has to watch him to ensure there’s no sample contamination, and he consented to it, but now he feels.. clammy. and flushed. and a lil too turned on.

he tries to keep his eyes on his dick as he strokes himself and does his best to be quick and quiet about milking himself into the tiny plastic sample cup— but he feels her presence, and he feels her eyes on his moving hand. she’s not even doing anything. in fact, she’s just doing her job. but god, she’s hot. and she doesn’t seem too disappointed in the show he’s unintentionally putting on.

it sends wave after wave of hot blood filtering in through his veins and down into his throbbing cock; and he can’t help but cry out softly as he shudders forward and pours ropes into the cup, his sneakers squeaking on the floor as his heels dig in and his eyes squeeze shut..

after he’s done, left a sweaty and trembling mess in the chair, the sweet nurse smiles softly and takes the cup from him with a gloved hand.

“perfect,” she says kindly and gently, grabbing the cap from the counter and screwing it on top, “only took two minutes!”

art tries not to sink further into embarrassment than he already has.. hanging his head and covering his forehead with his palm. blonde curls shielding his eyes from hers.

[cursedzucchini]

I'm currently taking care of family friends' cat bc they're on vacation, so obviously I'm gonna use that lol.

So. Vlad's on vacation. He has to leave his cat behind. He somehow forces Danny to take care of it while he's gone. You get the picture.

But the problem is, batfam started looking into this shady millionaire. And they finally decided to take action and look through this creep's mansion. But they forgot he obviously hired someone for babysitting his cat.

So now Danny walked in, he has headphones in, he's singing songs, doing his little dance. He gives the cat food, pets her, let's her out. Maybe he even gives water to the plants. And than he plops down, connects to the wifi and goes on social media.

Meanwhile batfam are trying to quickly figure out how to quickly complete their mission, without allerting this random teen. That's not that hard on itself, but he always seems to follow them! Especially Jason, Cass and Damian.

[another addition is that when Danny finally discovers them, they scare him so badly, he falls on the floor, accidentally duplicate and turns into his ghost form. He's floating over his body, looks down and then back at the bats "...I was about to say you scared me to death, but I don't think it's appropriate anymore" (yes I did thought of this specific scenario jist to put that joke there leave me alone). Batman meanwhile is trying very hard not to adopt the ghost (and cry. He's trying very hard not to cry.)]

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES*: Toy

A/N: Another snippet of a smut scene, *a little more than a drabble, but oh well, it kept evolving. Again, you can imagine any character here! This time, we have some oral sex, deepthroating, masturbation, edging and a little dom/sub dynamic.

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 689 // AO3

He's given her a toy to practice with.

It's big, looks like his cock, can be suctioned to surfaces. It's intimidating.

She's kneeling in front of it, imagines she's sitting between his legs, arms folded behind her back. Eyes closed, tongue extended, exploring the stiff ridges, round edges, hard, cold material. Not the same.

It's better when it's covered in her saliva, warmer, but it's not him, doesn't twitch and throb, there are no groans and grunts, no hand gripping her hair, guiding her head, forcing it deeper.

It's all her. She sucks on it, hollows her cheeks, slurping it into her mouth, tongue flicking around it. Eyes closed, imagining him, remembering his scent, his taste, his dominating presence.

She pushes her head down on it. It's so rigid, too hard, unyielding. She forces on, tongue flat against it, lips strained, back of her throat. Her body jerks when she gags around it, coughs, splutters, keeps going. Eyes watering, can't breathe, imagines his big hands on her head, pushing down.

It's in her throat, she's dizzy, there's so much spit, no precum, only her. No air. She holds it, hears his voice in her memory. “Good girl.” Back and forth, head bobbing, tip on her tongue, tip in her throat, up and down, in and out.

There's no release, no thick creamy cum filling her mouth, dripping down her throat, filling her belly. Just spit and tears. She practices until she almost faints, fighting the gag reflex, getting better, wanting to make him proud.

She's drenched once she's done, sweat, spit, tears, arousal. When she forces herself to stop, she falls over, hands between her trembling thighs. Fingers not enough. The toy is off the wall and slips into her with ease. She's shaking, can barely hold it, wants him to hold it, push it in and out, mercilessly, ignoring her whines. Forcing her to the edge.

“Not yet, baby girl.”

His voice is in her head, so close, so warm. She fights the pleasure trying to devour her, pulls it out, pants, pushes it back in, always close. She's whimpering, crying and sobbing, pleading with her eyes squeezed shut.

“You may come.”

Relief. Release. Exploding pleasure, body convulsing, hips off the ground, thighs pressed together, shaking, gasping, coming so hard she's seeing stars. The toy is forced back in.

“Again.” She obeys, keeps going, pushing further. All for him, through tears and hand cramps and body spasms. Mouth wide open, gasping for air, for reprieve.

Her head is being lifted, supported by strong hands, his scent fills her nostrils, something warm on her face, bent back, neck tilted, upside down. Warm and heavy and soft. Him.

“Keep going.” Fingers cramping around the toy, imitating his cock, and the real thing slips into her gaping mouth, straight into her throat. She doesn't gag, doesn't open her eyes, feels her throat bulging, feels full on both ends. Content, satisfied. Sucks around him as he moves his hips against her face, in and out, tip on her tongue, tip squished in her tight throat.

“Gag.” She does, body convulsing, cunt clenching, spit and precum in her mouth. She's so dizzy. “Good girl.”

The reward comes with a groan, a grunt, a jerk of his hips, tightening balls slapping against her nose. Release. The toy is forced out, muscles tense, fluttering, her hands and thighs wet, a muffled, helpless moan from her stuffed throat. She can taste him as he fills her mouth, rewards her for her effort. Warm, sticky, thick, slipping down her aching throat, gulp, gulp, gulp.

The pressure is gone, he remains, his taste on her tongue, heavy in her belly. His hand on her sweaty face, caressing, wiping away the remnants of her devotion, a thumb pressing against her quivering lip.

“Such a good girl,” he says, and she smiles softly, tiredly, eyelids too heavy to open. “Now turn around. We gotta practice on the other hole today.”

A deep shiver, instant tension, anticipation. She scrambles to her feet, turns, positions herself, presents, ready for more practice. For him.

“Yes, sir.”

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

MORE SMUT DRABBLES:

A Steamy Shower

Car Inspection

Sleepy

Tension Relief

[littlebidule]

8. Angst

HEHEHE >:DDDD

(Nightmare 1/2)

[tamaruaart]

My half of an art trade with the lovely @doppel-doodles! Mengtao in something rotten :D

[ragnarockz]

Uh..... this, but it's Agnes and Vidal pls 🥵

Someone isn't surviving this... 🥵👀

"Jesus, Agnes...you're like a goddamn teenage boy! Get over here and stop staring; I need you to help me pick one out!"

Vidal hissed as she waved down her partner, who was still ogling up at the advertising picture of some busty brunette in the brands' famous push up bra.

Agnes stomped over to the display table and stood close by Vidal, arm touching arm as she tried to focus her attention on whatever it was Vidal wanted her to help her with. She heard Vidal chuckle beside her, shaking her head as her fingers gently fondled a black lace set in front of her,

"Black? I don't have a lot in black...also this one is cute..."

"Cute?"

"Hm?"

Agnes turned her face so she could look at the side of Vidal; eyes burrowing into her like a laser beam set to kill,

"Cute? Vidal...that's sexy. That's like...a..it's like my...wet dream or something..."

Vidal threw her head back and laughed; eyed Agnes from the corner of her eye as she watched the detective's face burn a darker shade of pink,

"God, you really are a teenage boy in there! What's going on with you? It's like you've never seen a push up lace bra before..."

Agnes' insides felt like they were coated with ice and Vidal's presence, her very orbit was a blowtorch set to burn her away. Agnes cleared her throat as her visibly shaking hand made an effort to point at the black set Vidal had already in her hands,

"Yeah, get that one. I'll buy it for you."

It was Vidal's turn to turn her head slowly, checking out Agnes up and down with her eyes. She didn't care if the detective clocked her for undressing her with her eyes. Under the flannel and pants and well-worn boots, Vidal knew Agnes meant business. She knew she had left the house earlier with her packer between her legs. Vidal bit her lip as she picked up the lingerie set and held it out towards Agnes, daring her to take it.

Their gaze locked, and Vidal watched it real time as Agnes pretty much puffed out her chest at the challenge, taking the lingerie set. She held it like it was worth more than gold, more than diamonds. Like her life depended on it. Vidal licked her bottom lip, eyes daring to get heavy with lust as she leaned in a little. Their lips were inches away, and Vidal could see Agnes' throat muscle pulse in excitement,

"I need to go try it on...come help me?"

And Agnes knew that was a death sentence. The final nail in her coffin. She was on autopilot now as she followed Vidal through the store. More pictures and ads followed her, bras and panties and lace robes closed around her. She could feel blood rushing into her ears as she tried to focus on the agent in front of her.

Vidal stopped as she got to the change room area; she moved quickly as she ducked into an empty one and waved Agnes in to join her. She closed and locked the door quickly before she pushed Agnes up against the wall, using her thigh to slide up in between Agnes' legs. She could feel the swell of Agnes' bulge against the fabric of her pants; like a beckoning call to be rubbed.

Agnes' breath caught in her throat as she stared at Vidal before her. The look in her eyes and the expression on her face made Agnes second guess if this was the real reason she dragged her into the store.

"What's gotten into you?"

Agnes whispered as she tried to shift herself against the wall, finding Vidal's leg move a little closer. Agnes could feel the friction between her own legs now as the packer that was nestled between her started to rub gently. She held her breath and waited for Vidal's hopefully quick explanation.

"I saw you struggling out there, Daddy...I thought you could use some of Mommy's help..."

Agnes slowly closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she tried to contain herself. She had about a thousand different emotions running through her, none of them were what Vidal was thinking.

"I was struggling out there because I felt like a pervert..."

"You felt like a pervert? In here? In a lingerie store?"

Agnes bit her lip and looked away from Vidal, shrugging her shoulders without any more explanation.

"We go to sex shops together, Agnes..."

Vidal's words were soft, quiet as they filled the change room. Agnes took a deep breath in response, shrugged her shoulders again and met Vidal's eyes,

"That's the point of them though...in here, it's not that environment...I shouldn't be in here thinking I-"

"Thinking about what?"

Vidal pressed her thigh up a little harder, watched as Agnes shamelessly rocked against it in one small motion.

"About fucking you in here, eating you out in here...that if you make another fucking sound before me, I'll drop to my knees and have you against that wall so fucking fast."

Vidal's mouth opened slightly as she held Agnes' gaze. Something was building between them and fast. A shift taking over, exchanging without words.

Vidal's lips quickly met Agnes' as she grabbed onto the detective's coat to hold her. All Agnes could do was reply; her tongue pushing past Vidal's lips to get a better taste, to fill her. She rocked herself shamelessly on Vidal's thigh; feeling the frictions of the packer in her boxers and of Vidal's leg simultaneously pushing her over the edge.

Agnes' thoughts were filled to the brim of how Vidal's cunt tasted, he she looked spread open and with a tongue inside of her. How Agnes could feel her nose push past pubic hair and skin and find that beautiful bundle of nerves with her tongue, her lips. The way her nostrils pressed air out, hit Vidal's skin and made her shake, made her throb. The throbbing sensation; muscles clenching and relaxing. That umami taste of Vidal's arousal coating her tongue; her chin. Hungry looks in their eyes as they shared one another; passing a secret only they knew while one had the other in ways inside of her only they knew.

Vidal gasped first, almost purposefully as Agnes' focused snapped back on the agent. A hungry grin spread against her lips as Vidal backed off. Her hands released Agnes' jacket, thigh moved away from between Agnes' legs. Vidal knew the rules, accepted them and backed herself up against the opposite wall.

Like velcro, Agnes peeled herself away until she was standing upright once more. She took one and a half steps until she was standing just as close as Vidal was seconds ago. The detective dropped to her knees; reached up to grab the waistband of Vidal's pants and pull them in one fluid motion until they bunched around her shins.

Agnes' eyes darted up and Vidal was now mirroring Agnes' hungry smile.

"No underwear..."

"Maybe I knew you'd eat me out in here today..."

Agnes grunted, hands already moving to grab at Vidal's inner thighs. Her head moved forward, face honing in until she made contact. A soft, almost painfully delicate kiss was pressed onto Vidal's folds. She heard Vidal whimper as her hands shot down and Agnes, felt Vidal's fingers digging into her scalp; grabbing the base of her ponytail.

She worked as fast as she could, knowing eventually someone would wind their way back here to the dressing rooms. Time was not on their side; a painful reminder of how long it would take to get back home to continue.

Agnes made a long, purposeful lick up from Vidal's opening to her clit; pressing her tongue for maybe a little bit too long in means that could only be teasing. Vidal's nails drove down a little deeper into Agnes' head. She got her face away just enough to get her words out without interference,

"We should get going, Mommy...Daddy still needs to buy you that bra..."

Vidal's fingers pushed deeper, clutch got tighter. She knew Agnes was right; they knew they couldn't continue on. The second Agnes got her tongue inside of her, it was game over and this unfortunately, was not the time or place to throw themselves into a god knows how long sex session.

Vidal's hands and nails and fingers released from Agnes' scalp, her hair. She cleared her throat and made a sound in her throat to signal Agnes to get up from her knees; one she had imposed on her. Taught her. One she trained her to recognize while on her knees. Vidal felt her cheeks flush at the thought; another dirty thought to ruin her.

Agnes scooped up the lingerie set off of the floor before she stood herself up. She waved the clothing at Vidal, a sly smug look on her face,

"Can't wait to see you in this when we get home..."

Agnes made her steps quick as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, leaving Vidal alone in the change room with her pants still bunched around her shins.

Oh, she thought as she poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, shaking her head, I can't wait to get revenge and ruin that little shit.

[ddagent]

smut promt no. 7!

7. A quickie because No Time [This was more angsty than I had intended - I'M SORRY]

"Margo, I—"

"—don't. Stop." She couldn't bear to hear those words. Couldn't bear to have him tell her I love you only once. Couldn't stomach the thought of rolling those words around on her tongue, knowing she would never get to hear them again.

Instead, Margo broached the gap between them, the gap that she had made out of fear, fear of getting her heart broken. She decided she could live with touching Sergei's hand one final time. Feeling the weight of his fingers against hers, the callouses from years of pencils and slide rules and mechanical models. She could also live with pressing her hand to his lapel, feeling the beat of his heart. After weeks, months, years of not knowing what had happened to Sergei, it felt comforting to hear it.

Could she live with herself with kissing him just once more? Or was the greater regret to have only kissed him once?

"Can I kiss you?" Sergei's eyes widened at her request. "Not–not goodbye. Just–I just want to kiss you again."

This was not the most romantic of settings. The '92 IAC, with that bottle of stolen liquor and that soft, supportive hotel couch, had been perfect. All alone – or so she'd thought. Now in her office, with two KGB agents outside and a plane waiting to whisk Sergei back to Moscow, was far from the fantasies she had indulged between IAC conferences. But his smile as she cradled his face was full of warmth; his touch gentle on her hips as she leaned into his embrace. They shared their second kiss: soft, achingly tender. Not goodbye forever. Goodbye for now.

But who knew when hello would be again?

Margo did not mean for the kiss to turn so desperate. Did not mean to grasp the back of his neck and bring his mouth down firm upon hers; did not mean for her tongue to slip inside his mouth and slide against his own. But Sergei responded in kind, kissing her as if she was the very lifeforce he needed to breathe. His touch grew urgent, hands possessive on her hips, skimming her sides before his arms wrapped tight around her.

They took a moment to breathe, still consumed in the other person. Margo stared into his eyes, at his unbearably bright smile after having been kissed so passionately by her. She imagined her own smile betrayed similar emotions at being held so closely; every inch of her pressed against Sergei Nikulov.

"Margo. I—"

Not those words again. She couldn't hear them, not falling from his lips with a tone so reverent it left her unbalanced, uncertain, but wanted. So she occupied his mouth with hers once again. Pushed him against the edge of her desk, spun them until it was her ass pressing into the wood. Before his imprisonment, Margo imagined Sergei would have lifted her up, encouraged her legs to wrap around his hips, press his cock against her centre. But it was Margo who lifted herself onto the desk, Margo who pressed a hand against the belt of his trousers, Margo who made her intentions known.

There was no time for romance. No time for finesse or foreplay. Just Sergei fiddling with the zipper of his suit pants and Margo sliding off her panties and ruching up her skirt. Her hands gripped onto his shoulder blades as he thrust inside her – shallow thrusts, both overwhelmed with this sudden jolt of desire, the fear of the KGB outside, and the sorrow of knowing this could well be their last meeting. Margo tried to ignore that notion, ignore the tears welling up in the corner of her eye. She kissed Sergei harder, wrapped a leg around his waist, encouraged him deeper.

Margo wanted the whole world to just fade away until it was nothing but him and her.

Sergei came with a shudder against her; a string of Russian ushered, her name a handful of broken syllables. Margo didn't come; she was too keyed up to push herself over the edge. So she held Sergei against her, savouring the warmth of him, the weight of him, before the KGB knocked at the door. Time to go.

"Next time we'll do it in a proper bed," Margo said as they quickly righted themselves. She was flushed; his lungs were struggling. Margo was tempted to hide him away in her bedroom and never let him go. But he had to go.

"I look forward to it." Sergei then bent his head and kissed her on the cheek. His eyes glanced towards the door before finally settling back on her. His frame sagged; he was a man defeated. But there was still hope in his eyes. "You will not let me say it, but you know, don't you? I need you to know."

Margo blinked hastily against the threat of tears. "I know. And I hope you know too."

Sergei nodded, his smile the rising sun behind a blockade of clouds. "Until the next time we see each other, Margo."

"Until then."

The door opened. Sergei walked through it and out of her life. Margo just sat at her desk and let everything crash over her. A little while later, Emma informed her her next meeting was running a little late. Before leaving, she left a box of tissues on Margo's desk, knowing that she would need to cry alone.

[theroseyhues]

And thats a wrap folks!! Happy day 30 and 31 of hermit-a-day-may to all who celebrate!

This has been a great month full of so much cool art. A huge thank you to Luna for organizing this event for the second year in a row. You do so much to make sure this happens and it is SO appreciated.

So, same time next year?

[ariaricottoncandy]

VSZ Week 2024, Day 8: Free Day Subz made pancakes :33

[wemlygust]

Matt and Foggy are yeeted into Gotham - Loki was annoyed with them and thought it was funny - and, upon meeting Batman, Foggy is deeply unimpressed because he's calling himself a bat and he can't even echolocate! "You ahould paint your suit black and steal his schtick, Matt." "You think his suit looks better than mine?" "You literally have the ears already! Unlike him, you can echolocate! Why aren't you already a bat?!" "I-" "-Why didn't I suggest this already? I should have seen it. How did I not see it. You're literally a bat." "It's-" "You should get a cape, too. He's got a good cape. I bet it makes lots of little air currents for seeing with. If he had any business being a bat." "I thi-" "-You're a better bat than he is."

[thecrowsart]

@akabloom here you go!!

[moonasketch]

Last inktobers 🥰🩵 i had sm fun with this project even tho it was a lot with my thesis work T_T still feel like i learned a lot of ink as a medium 🥰💙

[clegfly]

If you would please consult the graph

[ddagent]

45

"Starmaker, this is Tadfield. Come in, Starmaker, this is Tadfield."

There was not a sound in the control room at Tadfield Space Centre. Eyes were fixed intensely upon monitors; fingers hesitating over switches. Barely a breath. And then there was the hiss of static, punctuated every now and again by Gabriel's drone as he called to the three astronauts who had made history today. For the right reasons, Aziraphale hoped to himself, biting back the tremble of his jaw and the first tear welling at the corner of his eye. Make it to Mars, Crowley. Make it. Make it.

"Starmaker, this is Tadfield. Come on, Starmaker."

Beside him, one of the technicians, Maggie, clutched his hand. Aziraphale clung back, needing something to ground him. Needed some concrete link rather than staring at the last image of the Starmaker shuttle before they had lost contact. It would be just like Crowley if he was to get himself blown up on this ridiculous mission. He had been so reckless during all those safety briefings - flirting with Aziraphale rather than paying attention to the risks involved in being the first humans to ever step foot on Mars.

Suddenly, Gabriel began shouting orders. The control room was forced into action; the quiet gone, now, replaced with beeps and bangs and whispered telephone calls. The livestream had been cut ten seconds before they had lost contact. Aziraphale was glad, for that. He did not think he could take his heartbroken expression streamed across the world. Or the joy in the ten seconds before as Crowley, seeing the stars up close for the very first time, told Aziraphale in front of millions of people that I wish you were here, Angel. I wish you were here with me.

Aziraphale could not imagine never hearing that voice again. And, as Gabriel behind him began working on damage control, Aziraphale knew that someone had to keep trying. He could not - would not - give up on Crowley so easily.

"Crowley," Aziraphale whispered into the microphone, his words barely registering among the din of the control room. "This is Aziraphale. Talk to me, please."

Nothing. Aziraphale slumped back in his seat. And then— "Angel? It's me. We're–we're okay. I'm okay."

Give me a number - that’s how many seconds I’ll spend thinking of an Aziraphale/Crowley AU to write for you in 200 words or more.