#send me spooky prompts!

[qqueenofhades]

Spooky prompts 14 and/or 22 for Dreamling, please

The first day of autumn term, to put it mildly, is always something of an adventure. The Powers That Be have scheduled "Introduction to the Medieval World, 500-1500" at nine o'clock AM sharp, which is always a great way to get students to turn up on the first day (or indeed, at all) and when Hob reaches the classroom at quarter till nine, it turns out that this happy event has failed to be passed along to Facilities, as it is locked and dark. He then has to ring them up, wait for them to send someone along to unlock it, and when he gets inside, discovers that the A/V emphatically refuses to communicate with the projector. Hob sighs deeply, logs in with his faculty ID, fiddles with the input source, and finally gets the GOLDSMITHS UNIVERSITY OF LONDON logo to appear on the screen. By this time, students are starting to trickle in, yawning and clutching large cups from Costa Coffee and Caffe Nero. Hob has advised them all to print out the module handbook from Blackboard beforehand, but as sustained exposure to undergraduates has dented his confidence in their ability to follow simple instructions, he has brought plenty of extra copies. He hands them around, along with the attendance sheet. Only three names missing. For an early class on Day 1, that's not bad.

Hob introduces himself, explains what they'll be covering in the course (pretty much what it says on the tin), and offers them a few helpful tips to not actually have to purchase anything from the bookstore. Teaching the medieval survey is always an exercise in seeing just how high his blood pressure can go and/or how many Game of Thrones-related inanities he will have to firmly dispel, but he does enjoy it. (A few semesters ago, a student wrote in their evaluation that "Dr. Gadling teaches history like he was really there," a comment which gratified Hob immensely.) The fifty minutes of the introductory lecture fly by, which is mostly just names, dates, terms, and PowerPoints, and everyone dutifully starts packing up to go. Hob has a few hours until he has to teach Empire and the Atlantic World this afternoon, and he absently stuffs his things back into his bag. His phone buzzes, which is undoubtedly one of the three missing students emailing to apologize for their absence and asking a question that is answered on page 3 of the handbook. (That or they accidentally gave themselves food poisoning -- truly, who let these infants live alone?) Hob resolves to check it later, steps out into the hallway, and --

"Good morning, Hob."

Hob skids to a halt, extremely startled, before he spots the tall dark figure standing in the middle of the busy corridor like an extremely emo, extremely goth roadblock. The students veer around him, not without a few who's-that-guy sidelong looks, and Hob desperately tries to make sure that his own are not among them before he moves closer. "Good morning... Morpheus." The name still tastes odd on his tongue, pleasant but unusual, needing a bit of comfortable wear to feel just right. "And can I ask, what are you doing here?"

The Lord of Dreams shrugs. "Isn't it the first day of school?"

"As if that matters to you." Hob raises an eyebrow. "Well, as it so happens, I do have a few free hours until my next class. You know. If you possibly felt the need to grab a coffee."

It's unclear whether Dream has ever just grabbed a coffee in his entire eternal life, but he considers that studiously, then nods once, shoving his hands into the pockets of his long black coat and falling into step next to Hob. They emerge from the history building and into the soggy, mild London morning, a fine drizzle still sifting down from the low grey clouds. They head to the campus cafe, as Hob glances shiftily around again to make sure nobody spots Dr. Gadling in company of this... person. (Not that he's ashamed of Dream, not at all, but students do gossip like fiends, and this is all so new. He has to be extremely careful not to accidentally spook the bastard and send him running away for another hundred and thirty-three years.)

"Small latte, please," Hob says to the barista. "Blueberry muffin. Oh, and whatever he wants."

Dream looks startled. He stares at the menu as if he has never contemplated an overpriced espresso beverage in his life (almost five quid for Hob's latte alone, they are having a laugh -- why is London not a real city where real people can still afford to live?) Then he says uncertainly, "Coffee, I suppose."

The barista looks expectant.

"Uh." Hob clears his throat. "What sort of coffee, love?"

Dream looks deeply startled, and Hob is briefly afraid that he is in fact about to throw up his hands and rush out of this establishment in a fit of pique. He didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out, and well, they are seeing a lot more of each other these days (in, ah, all sorts of ways). Dream thinks about it a moment more, as there is an audible sound of impatient throat-clearing and shuffling from the queue behind them. Hob says hastily, "Just a small brew of the day, please. No cream, no sugar. Black. Like his soul."

The barista stifles a snort. Dream looks at Hob accusingly. Hob shrugs -- a bite me sort of shrug that makes Dream likewise muffle a smile -- and opens his wallet. It is, of course, far more than two small drinks and a pastry product should cost in any reasonable epoch of the world, but damn if he isn't so happy to pay it, to be here with his no-longer-stranger, to sip their drinks as Hob laments the dismal standard of essays to which he will undoubtedly be subjected and Dream listens with quiet, patient adoration, that he can hardly stand it.

#anonymous #ask #dreamling #dreamling ff #me: well here is the spooky prompt list but idk if i myself am technically doing them #y'all: *send me more prompts anyway* #me: well. hmm. possibly just one more. like a potato chip. #(i do want to work on aitww but i may answer more of these ahem)

[junosartsthetic]

31 Halloween Questions

What’s your favorite Halloween song?

Do you like Halloween?

Are you a fan of horror movies?

Are you scared easily?

What’s your favorite candy?

Are you dressing up this year?

Have you ever carved a pumpkin?

What’s your favorite horror movie?

Vampires or werewolves?

Do you have a favorite monster?

Have you ever been to a Halloween party?

What’s your spookiest experience?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Do you still go trick-or-treating/when did you stop going?

What’s your ideal Halloween?

Pumpkin pie or apple pie?

Do you know any ghost stories?

Are there any urban legends where you live?

Do you like pumpkin-flavored things?

Do you like haunted houses?

What’s your best Halloween memory?

Do you think people should have Halloween off from work/school?

Are you superstitious? 

Do you have any -phobias?

What’s your ideal fall outfit?

Do you think Halloween is overrated or underrated?

Is there anywhere you’ve been too scared to go?

If you could be any scary creature, what would it be?

Do you decorate for Halloween?

Have you ever made a DIY costume?

Would you rather run into a snake or a spider?

#go ahead and send a number if youd like! #horror movies #horror movie #asks #questions #ask me anything #ask me questions #halloween #halloween 2022 #halloween questions #rp prompts #answering questions #send asks #send a number #send a question #writing prompts #spooky #scary #spooky prompts #horror prompts

[mushiewrites]

Sore Loser

Today is the start of my favorite month, so I decided since I was feeling spooky~ I would maybe do some drabbles from Tickletober! You can find the post here with all the prompts for each day!

Day 1: Anticipation 

(lee!Punz / ler!Foolish : 2.3k words)

“Noho! You can’t be serious!” A shrill cry of disappointment broke through the tense silence that had been sitting heavily in the air for the last minute, the two boys finally releasing their grip on each other's hands as the younger boy leapt out of his seat in pure excitement. 

It was a dreary day, the first of many, they reckoned, meaning Punz and Foolish had been stuck inside due to all the rain. In the midst of their boredom in the middle of the afternoon, Punz had challenged Foolish to an arm wrestling match, half joking, half serious. The brunette originally laughed at the idea, turning his nose up at it, but after a few more minutes of groaning about how there was nothing to do, he gave in - Foolish figured anything would help at this point. 

Punz had suggested it purely because he was feeling particularly devious; the restlessness he had been feeling in his legs all morning had slowly made its way throughout his whole body. The blonde had already decided a penalty, too - the loser gets tickled. He was confident that he had this. Foolish maybe sculpted by the Gods but Punz was a little thicker, a little taller - he just knew he would come out on top. 

Except he didn’t. 

Punz threw his head back as he flung himself against his chair in frustration, hands grabbing at his hair as he let out a long whine. He watched as Foolish danced around the room, clearly drunk off of the victory and the power he now possesses. 

“Oh it’s serious, alright,” Foolish giggled as he made his way over towards the couch, Punz curling in on himself slightly the more he thought about the fate he had now subjected him to. He turned on his heel and took a seat on the cushions below, raising a playful eyebrow at Punz as he patted the couch cushion beside him. Punz let out another groan behind his hands, slowly dragging them down his cheeks to try and soothe the blush subtly so Foolish wouldn’t notice how flustered this was making him. 

“Come on, Punz, this was what you decided for the loser! You practically begged me to allow this to be the penalty, and now all the sudden you don’t want it anymore because it’s gonna be used on you?” As if against his own will, Punz felt himself rise from the dining room table, his feet carrying him to his doom. A nervous squeak escaped him as he collapsed next to Foolish, a heap of giggles already from absolutely nothing. 

“It’s nohohot fair! I should’ve won and you know it.” Foolish rolled his eyes at that, ignoring the older boy in favor of lunging at him quickly, breaking into a fit of his own giggles watching as Punz let out a shriek and attempted to crawl backwards on the couch to the opposite side. 

“You’re such a baby! It’s just a little tickling! Unless you had some insane plans for me when you thought I would be the one to get the penalty,” Foolish was met with silence at that, eyebrows furrowed together as a chuckle escaped through the blonde boy's lips. “...You did have some insane plans for me, didn’t you?” 

The accusation had Punz reeling, sputtering out excuse after excuse, saying anything to back his way out of the corner he had just trapped himself in. But it fell on deaf ears, Punz letting out a screech as Foolish lunged at him again, this time fighting his way onto the blonde boy’s hips, squeaking out laughs at the panic he was causing below him against the cushions. 

“N-nonohoho Foolish! P-Plehease don’t!” Punz didn’t know what else to do besides beg and plead his way out, hoping his friend would show a little mercy. That vision was shattered, however, as he watched two hands appear over his tummy, hovering there with twitching fingers, almost taunting him but not quite. Foolish smirked from above Punz, dropping his hands down slightly and making the boy below him buck up in response. 

“You just arched up into my hands! It’s almost like you wanna be tickled, Punz.” The older boy covered his face with his hands, feeling the warmth spread from his cheeks to his ears. A gentle grip engulfed both of his wrists, moving them slowly away from his face so that Foolish could drink in the nervous excitement that was seeping from Punz. 

“I dohohon’t! Plehease stohop!” Punz kicked a leg pathetically against the couch, not knowing what to do with himself now that he wasn’t able to hide the reactions on his face. 

“I’m not even touching you yet Punz! What’s gonna happen when I do this?” Another squeal ripped through the blonde’s throat as Foolish dropped his hands against the quivering tummy below, squeezing once before bringing his hands to hover back in the air. Punz was lost in giggles, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head back and forth. 

“Wow, that was quite the reaction Punz,” Foolish brought two pointer fingers and poked twice into his tummy, making Punz buck up again with a squeak. “Are you that ticklish, or can you just not stand that I’m making you wait?” 

“N-NeitHEHER! Nahaha don't!” Punz jerked to the right as Foolish dug both hands into his sides and ribs for a few seconds before letting go, hands now hovering over his sides instead. 

“Neither? That’s funny, considering you haven’t attempted to stop me,” Punz brought his hands up again to cover his face, not being able to stand the heat that he knew was radiating from it. He had no doubt his cheeks were bright red, and he knew Foolish was absolutely reveling in it. But he had no response for Foolish; he wasn’t exactly wrong. “Do you like being that ticklish? Does that make you want to be tickled, Punz?” 

“N-Noho?” A quiet response and a loud whine was all the brunette got from Punz, letting out a little chuckle as he shook his head. Foolish went to correct his balance on Punz’s waist, gripping against the dips in his hip bones to steady himself as he readjusted. However, Foolish wasn’t prepared for Punz to let out a squeal, so high pitched he didn’t realize it came from the blonde until he heard the laughter that followed. A few more squeezes and Punz was released again, giggling and attempting to catch his breath as he reached forward and grabbed onto Foolish’s wrists, stilling them against his chest.

“No?” Foolish asked with another eyebrow raise.

“..Nope.” 

“So you don’t wanna be tickled?” 

“Nohoho?” 

“Okay, then I won’t.” 

Foolish mustered up everything in him to make sure he didn’t burst out in hysterics at the reaction from Punz, whose jaw dropped as if it was the worst news he’d heard in his life. Punz couldn’t believe the words left Foolish’s lips; there was absolutely no way he could ask for that, and Foolish knew it. Surely he couldn’t be serious. 

“Well…” Punz started, immediately bringing his lips together tightly as fast as they’d opened. The younger boy tilted his head slightly to the side in mock confusion, much like a puppy when they want to play. Punz sensed this right away, squirming and looking to the side, the ceiling - anywhere but looking up at Foolish. 

“Well?” Foolish let the silence drag on until it was too much to bear, Punz finally caving with another groan. 

“Well I didn’t say that.” the older boy mumbled out, loosening his grip on the wrists that he had captured moments ago. 

“Okay so, if you didn’t say that….Punz, does this mean you want to be tickled? Is that what it means?” Foolish was barely keeping himself together, too overwhelmed at the way Punz was reacting. It was adorably sweet.

Punz was smiling and giggling with rosy cheeks and the cutest squeaks Foolish had ever heard. Punz had more of a quiet squeaky laugh, sometimes drowned out by the other boisterous laughs in his friend group. But being this close and him the one causing the laughter, he could finally hear it loud and clear, loving the way it changed depending on where his finger tips grazed. 

“Foolish!” he shook his head quickly as Foolish poked another finger against his tummy, making Punz let go of Foolish all together in favor of blocking his stomach from the offending hands. 

“Listen Punz, enough is enough,” As if Foolish gained some Godly strength, he was able to scoop both of Punz’s wrists up, placing them against the ground as he gently kneeled on them to keep them in place. He then leaned forward, giving Punz a smirk before dropping his hands suddenly against his tummy again, squeezing twice to make him yelp and taking them away once more. Punz knew that Foolish wasn’t going to let up, so he decided to swallow his pride and do what he had to do in order to get what he wanted. He looked up at Foolish, who was clearly waiting for a response as he tauntingly wiggled his fingers closer to his stomach, causing a temporary panic surge through his body. 

“Okahahay okahay! P-Plehease, Foolish, can you just…t-tihickle me?” It was muffled from the way Punz had spoken into his shoulder, turning his head as far right as he could to hide himself from the embarrassment that Foolish was putting him through. 

“Oh, is that all you wanted? You should’ve just asked and saved us both some time!” Before Punz could even think of a retort he was screaming, fingers wiggling and digging against his stomach. Punz yanked at his arms as he bucked up, unable to free himself and definitely not used to being tickled like this. He was practically cackling and all Foolish had done was squeeze around his tummy, moving towards his ribs to find the ones that made him squeal.  

“N-NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE, N-NOHOHOT THERE!” Punz couldn’t believe how hard he was laughing. Foolish was kneading circles into his top two ribs and it felt like a ticklish current of electricity was pulsing through his entire body. He was kicking and screaming and yanking at his hands yet nothing was working to dull or distract him from the sensation that he was experiencing. He didn’t remember being this ticklish, and if he’d always been then no one had been lucky enough to have found this spot before. The smaller boy was thoroughly entertained, giggling along with Punz as he lost himself in the tickles. 

“Not here? Okay, what about…here?” Foolish sat straight up, reaching behind him and squeezing above Punz’s knees and up his thighs, sending Puns into a bout of silent laughter after an ear-piercing shriek had unleashed itself from within the blonde boy. 

“NAHAHAHA NOHOHO PLEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE FOOSH I-IHIHI CAHAN’T!” Punz could barely get his words out through his laughter, taking in big gulps of air when he could as he continued to beat his legs against the couch. 

Foolish could see that Punz was nearing the end of his stamina, so he placed a few more squeezes along his inner thighs to hear his shrieks and squeaks before moving his hands back against his stomach, running soft fingertips over the warm skin under the ruffled black hoodie Punz was wearing. 

“Alrihihight alrihight, I’m done.” Foolish removed his hands from under Punz’s hoodie, pressing his palms against the blonde boy’s stomach over his clothing while he rubbed soothing circles against it to help rub out the ghost tickles. He waited until Punz had settled down into giggly hiccups before gripping his cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, making Punz look up at him in confusion and shaking his head out of Foolish’s grip. 

“What the hell, why did you go for so long?! And why did you….why did you tease like that?! That wasn’t fair, that wasn’t part of the penalty.” Punz complained, moving Foolish’s hands away from him as he sat up, pushing the younger boy off of him and onto the couch cushions beside him. 

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.” Foolish’s words went straight to Punz’s ears, making him grumble and pull the hood of his hoodie over his hair in an attempt to hide that the teases were still getting to him. 

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” Punz huffed out, clearly still flustered, making Foolish laugh brightly beside him. Punz grabbed a pillow from the left of him and flung it at Foolish’s face, breaking out into high pitched giggles when it bounced off his nose, sending the brunette flying back against the arm of the couch. When the pillow settled on the ground, Punz turned to look at Foolish and immediately began to regret his decision. 

“Really Punz? In such a provoking mood today, aren’t we?” Foolish practically purred through his cheshire-cat grin, slowly making his way back across the couch towards Punz. He was met with a look that could only be described as a deer in headlights, bursting into cackles when Punz let out a shriek before rushing off the couch and up the steps towards his room. 

“That’s right Punz, you run away to your room like the little gremlin you are.” Foolish chuckled under his breath, shaking his head fondly before grabbing the remote off the table and laying back against the couch. He’d give Punz an hour of rest before would seek him out again, offering to do double or nothing. Maybe he’d let Punz win this time! (Probably not)

#lee!punz #ler!foolish #yay tickletober! #i love spooky month #if anyone sees the prompt list and wants to send me a day and a possible pairing that might be fun #cant promise I will do it but suggestions are always welcome! #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff #augtickletober2022

[thepenultimateword]

Helllooo!

So, my requests for longer works are still closed (I finally have time to write again so hopefully I’ll get something’s done soon) but I really want to challenge myself to create a set of of fall/spooky/Halloween prompts for the month of October. One for every day! So if y’all have anything in that genre you would like to see a prompt about, send it my inbox! A prompt for a prompt if you will 😆 It can be a word, a dynamic, a theme, etc. Try not to make it as detailed as you would for a snippet request because once again, these are for Prompts, so coming up with the premise or scene is my job 😁

Anyway, I look forward to what you’ll send and I’ll start posting prompts on October 1st!

#prompt #writing prompt #request #ask #send me asks #Halloween #spooky #spooktober #October #fall #creative writing #writblr #writeblr #writing community

[la-soia]

guess who I'm doing nextttttt 😘

I DO REQUESTS!!! FEEL FREE TO ASK :]

#hatzgang robert #spooky month #hatzgang #spooky month fanart #hatzgang ross #i am hyperfixating #please send me prompts #send help

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 212

Adjective: Scenic

Noun: Mortuary

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Scenic: providing or relating to views of impressive or beautiful natural scenery; relating to theatrical scenery; (of a picture) representing an incident

Mortuary: a funeral home or morgue

#so nobody at my office talked about our coworker leaving #so i lowkey felt like i was being gaslit #especially cos i started questioning my reality of him even sending his depature email #but a coworker at a different building mentioned it when we talked so that was reassuring #im wondering how long it will take for it to be discussed #but it does need to be discussed cos i need to know what i am going to be doing after he leaves #anyway as for the prompt #i had the line 'a beautiful place to be made for rest' (or something like it) pop into my head #so i have a little bit of an idea as to what i want to write #i just think its interesting my ideas are leaning more toward peaceful and nice rather than dark or spooky #(which the word 'mortuary' would typically point me toward) #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

[covenofwives]

Hi I’d also like to donate my power to you

Is this like a blood drive or more of a ‘oh god I just sold my soul’ kinda situation?

Nooo noooo no soul taking nooooo. Just sign on the dotted line and I'll handle the rest :)

#how very very spooky you should send me an ask when I am just working on a prompt you had sent in :D

[sanguineterrain]

Hey I saw you're still taking requests... what about a batman x reader where the justice league meets his wife (the reader) by accident? And maybe they're shocked because he's so secretive and she's really sweet and just the total opposite of him. Feel free to ignore if this doesn't sound interesting to you. I love your writing 💗

Hey! I love this prompt, thanks for sending it in :) I made the reader gender neutral, I hope that's okay!

Bruce Wayne x spouse!gn!reader. No warnings, just Bruce being a little shit (and a sweet hubby).

****

You press your palm to the reader at the entrance of the Cave and jog down the stairs, talking all the way.

"Honey, Alfred and I are going to..."

Six superhero faces stare back at you. Bruce is in the cowl, expression hard to parse. Your brows rise.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know B had company. I'll leave you to it," you say, beginning to back up the stairs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," says Green Lantern. You can't tell through the mask lenses, but you think he might be zeroed in on the ring on your left hand. "Uh, Spooky? Something you wanna tell us?"

You freeze on the steps. Bruce looks at you, then crosses the Cave in a few long strides. He stops next to you.

Sorry, you mouth at him. He shakes his head and reaches out to squeeze your hand.

"Hold the fucking phone," Green Arrow begins. "You're his—"

"Partner," Wonder Woman says instantly. She sounds pensive. "I have never seen you look at anyone like that, Bruce."

Bruce doesn't say anything, not that you expect him to. You feel him tense.

He'd been content to keep his family as private as possible, and you hadn't minded being kept separate. You know it's out of extreme protectiveness and the fact that you're the only one of the Wayne family who doesn't put a suit on and fight crime.

There's a moment of silence as the League studies you, then Bruce. You smile slowly and wave.

"Hi, Justice League. Nice to meet you all."

"Hello," says the Martian Manhunter, who's probably known about you since you entered Wayne Manor.

"You got married without telling us?" Superman sounds hurt.

Bruce heaves a sigh.

"We got married during the League's infancy. Please spare me the theatrics. Of course I didn't tell you."

"We revealed our identities two years ago!" Superman argues. "You didn't want to mention you have a spouse?"

Superman nods at you then. "Uh, of course, it's still very nice to meet you."

You smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Superman."

"Clark," he corrects hastily. Then he turns to Bruce again, upset flaring. "Bruce—"

"You're upset over nothing," Bruce says. "We weren't close when I got married, and I never found it a pertinent detail."

You roll your eyes.

"B," you say, nudging his shoulder. "C'mon. Try to be a little gentler about this, hm?"

Bruce looks at you. You smile at him and squeeze his wrist encouragingly. He eventually turns back to the League.

"Very well, you're right. Clark, that was harsh of me. My apologies."

The League startles.

"Whoa. Rewind. Hold up. Did Spooky just apologize?" Green Lantern asks. "Did I just get zeta'd?"

Bruce sighs. You stifle a laugh and kiss his bicep. His hand slips to your back.

"Aw, you guys are cute," Flash says jovially. "Congrats, B! Even if it's been almost six years."

Bruce nods. "Thank you, Allen."

"It is incredible how the better half can transform the other," says Wonder Woman, and you preen a little at the compliment.

Clark looks flabbergasted. It takes him a second to speak again.

"Um. That's... okay, Bruce. I forgive you. I suppose you did it out of protection, right?"

"I'm just a boring ol' civilian," you say, nodding. "No powers or years of Krav Maga training here. B worries."

"You're not boring," Bruce says fiercely, quiet enough for only you to hear... and Clark, who has superhearing, and who softens at the statement.

"This is so weird," Green Lantern says, and Bruce glares at him.

"I mean, it's sweet!" he hastily adds. "Uh, you guys are very sweet together, like Bar said. I just feel like I've been mind controlled or something."

"If it was mind control, you wouldn't still be talking," Bruce says flatly.

"Okay, alright, point taken. Shutting up. It's very nice to meet you, though," Green Lantern says to you.

"You as well," you say warmly. "All of you. I want to thank you for looking out for him all these years and bringing him home safe."

Wonder Woman smiles at you. "It is a great honor to fight alongside him. And we are happy he has someone to come home to."

"Seconded," Clark says. "You deserve someone special, B. And I can tell they're just that."

Your face feels warm under all the praise. Bruce is quiet for a long moment. When he speaks again, there's a slight tremor in his voice.

"Thank you. I—they are the best thing to ever happen to me."

You have to kiss Bruce for that, cowl be damned. He meets you gently, and you keep it short but full of love. Flash aww's.

"Well," you say, laughing bashfully. "I suppose I'll let you all get back to work. Nice to meet you. Goodbye. Bruce, I'm going out with Alfred."

Bruce nods. "Call me when you get home."

"'Course, sweetheart. I always do."

You head up the stairs. Flash starts to speak.

"Y'know, I told you all when I got married," he says. "You guys were the first people I told! We didn't even know Clark's identity then. I think you could've loosened the reins, Bruce."

"Yeah, no. You telling a bunch of superhero co-workers is infinitely stranger than Bruce never telling us, Bar."

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x gender neutral reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman x you #batman x reader #batman fanfiction #batman x yn #inbox #blurb

[yxngbxkkie]

You said send you some sooooo listen 17 from drunk love confessions X felix I’m just saying it’s him

thanks so much for sending one in!! this prompt is definitely perfect for felix 🥹 i hope you like it 💓

17. "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?"

"You’re not doing anything."

"But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

~

You're in the middle of a spooky movie when your phone rings, making you jump in your seat. You glance towards the device to see Chan calling you. You reach for the remote and pause the movie before answering his call.

"Hey, Channie. What's up?" You greet him, putting him on speaker so you can check your other notifications.

The sound of blaring music comes through your phone, making it slightly harder to hear him. "Hold on," he mentions to you, noticing the sound growing quieter. "Okay, hey, I know you're doing your movie night, but is it possible for you to come pick Felix up?"

"Don't tell me he's plastered?" You ask while getting up from the couch.

"I wouldn't say he's plastered, but he's… drunk," Chan laughs. "He keeps asking for you. Seungmin's ready to deck him if he asks for you again."

A chuckle leaves your lips as you grab one of Felix's hoodies, throwing it over your head. "I believe Seungmin wouldn't actually punch him, but I'm on my way," you inform your friend after slipping your shoes on.

"Thank you so much! I'll let Felix know. He'll be happy," Chan laughs again, and you can hear him get closer to the party. "I'll see you soon, Y/N!"

You bid him goodbye before hanging up the phone. A giggle leaves your lips as you picture your best friend wasted. You grab your keys and head out the door of your apartment.

It doesn't take long for you to drive to their frat house. Thankfully, it's only a ten minute drive. You park along the street before exiting your vehicle. You can see a small group of people hanging out on the front porch, joints, and beers in their hands.

You provide a small smile as you walk by, entering the front door with ease. You stand on your tiptoes, looking for anyone from your friend group. Felix is the first person you spot, your smile widening at the sight of him.

You push through the crowd, greeting some people you know from your classes. Felix's eyes find yours once you reach him, his dark orbs lighting up.

"Y/N! You're here," he gasps, attempting to get up from the deep couch. You giggle softly and stand in front of him, holding out a hand for him to grab. "Hi, pretty!"

He grabs your hand, and you help him to his feet, resting your free hand on his side. "Hi, sunshine," you greet him happily, your heart fluttering in your chest at how adorable he looks. "You feeling okay?"

Felix nods his head vigorously, and you release his hand, moving it to the side of his face. "I'm great now that you're here," he sighs, leaning into your touch. "Do you want a drink?? I can have Chan hyung make it!"

The stumbly boy tries to go towards the kitchen, and you stop him. "No, no, I'm okay. I need to drive. Do you wanna come home?" You ask him, leading him to the front door.

"Wait, I-I don't know if I want to leave yet," Felix stutters over his words, both of his hands grabbing yours. "Plus, you just got here."

You manage to lead him outside, and you're glad the group that was out here isn't here anymore. "Sunshine, did you forget that we live together?" You ask with a giggle, sitting him down on the bench. "I'll still be with you when we go home."

He looks up at you with the most innocent look. "Why do you want me to go home? I'm having fun," Felix pouts, and you let out a quiet groan.

Why do you have to be so cute? You think to yourself while moving some of the hair out of his face. "Because you're drunk, baby," the pet name slips from your lips.

"I am not drunk!" He slurs his words, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're not drunk?" You ask with raised brows, moving to rest your hands on your hips.

He shakes his head. "I'm not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?!" Felix doesn't move much, only opening his arms wide.

You smile at him, holding in a chuckle. "You're not doing anything, sunshine," you tell him, and his eyes sadden.

Felix looks at his hands before returning his gaze to you. "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?" He asks, and your heart feels like exploding.

"Oh, baby," you whisper, taking a step closer to him. You grab both of his hands before pressing a light kiss on the back of his hands. "I received it. It's right here."

You place his hands over your heart, watching his glossy eyes drift to your chest. He smiles fondly at you before leaning to rest his head on your stomach.

"I love you so much, pretty," he sighs, moving his arms around your waist.

Your fingers comb through his hair. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll remind you again in the morning."

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tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

THIS EVENT IS CLOSED 🔒

Welcome to the first edition of SCREAM WEEK! I'm in a spooky mood at the moment (when am I not?), so I decided to create a special event to get back into writing. The event will consist of a week full of new fics involving Scream characters. I’ve made a prompt list of dialogues to choose from or give you ideas (see down below). The rules are simple: pick a dialogue or theme (or both) and send them to my ask. I will be accepting entries/requests from the day this post is up until I begin posting.

p.s. Not all requests will be picked, so you can send 2-3 for more chances to get picked

𖤐 I will be adding new characters and new pairings𖤐 Smut is allowed (and welcomed)

Characters / Pairings list

Ethan Landry x Reader

Billy Loomis x Reader

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Mindy Meeks Martin x Reader

Chad Meeks Martin x Reader

Amber Freeman x Reader

Charlie Walker x Reader

Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Amber Freeman x Reader x Tara Carpenter

Prompt list

‘’We’re not friends.’’ 

‘’Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?’’

‘’I don’t want to talk to anyone else, I only want you.’’

‘’We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.’’

‘’If we get caught it’s totally your fault.’’

‘’That’s stalker shit.’’ 

‘’You look really good in my clothes.’’

‘’It’s a one-time thing. Don’t start getting ideas.’’ 

‘’You brought me back to life.’’ 

‘’We can share.’’ 

‘’I don’t like people touching what’s mine.’’

‘’Nobody can know about this, okay?’’

‘’Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.’’

‘’Picturing you with someone else makes me sick.’’ 

‘’I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget his name.’’ 

‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is.’’ 

‘’What if I kissed you right now?’’

‘’No underwear? Did you plan this?’’

‘’I never said I didn't want to kiss you.’’

‘’You’re cute.’’ 

#ethan landry #billy loomis #tara carpenter #charlie walker #chad meeks martin x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #tara carpenter x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher imagine #mindy meeks martin x reader #mindy meeks martin #scream #charlie walker x reader

[kitten4sannie]

𝖀𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖑ұ 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Priest! San x Fem! Reader

Genre: absolute debauchery 

Summary: You visit your local catholic church, in hopes of cleansing yourself of your sins, only to commit more. A lot more. 

W.C: 3.9k

Warnings: switch! San, switch! reader, seduction, masterbation, exhibitionism, filthy dialogue, oral (giving), praise kink, cum swapping, grinding, spit play, name calling, degradation, unprotected sex, squirting, dumbification 

Author's Note: Ahhh, it’s finally my favorite time of year! (🎵fiNaLLy nOw, iT’s mY tImE🎵) That means it’s time to unleash all kinds of depravity onto all of you 😋 This is so filthy, like I have absolutely no excuse for this 🤭 Also, why did this heal some of my religious trauma?? ajsjshgsshk 

Enjoy, you sinners 🖤

P.S: I’ll be uploading my next (kinda) spooky fic on Oct 17th ✨ 

Song Rec: Devour by Mr. Kitty, I Wanna Be Your Slave by Maneskin (i chose this song simply because of the lyrics “I wanna be your sinner, wanna be a preacher” 😩🤌🏼) 

Masterlist

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You got out of your car, immediately feeling a cold breeze rush past you, sending some of your hair into your face. After moving a few loose strands of hair that were obstructing your vision, your eyes focused on the large, somewhat intimidating cathedral that was towering over you. You sighed heavily, shutting your car door.

This was your last resort; you didn’t have any clue what to do with yourself if this didn’t work out in your favor. You couldn’t stand it anymore; the constant thirst you felt inside was slowly eating away at your sanity. You were incredibly desperate at this point, willing to do anything and everything to unbind yourself from your affliction. 

After going up the small flight of stairs that led to the unusually opulent doors of the cathedral, you slowly pushed on one of them, hearing it creak loudly, making you wonder how old the building was. You poked your head in, not seeing anyone around, which made you hesitate, but you pressed on. 

Once inside, you surveyed the church, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. There were rows and rows of empty pews, all leading up to an impressive-looking altar, which was littered with white candles, all in various sizes, their flickering flames illuminating the otherwise dark interior. 

“Hello?” you called out in a somewhat reserved tone, hearing your voice echo throughout the large building. 

“Ah, I wasn’t expecting any visitors this late.”

You quickly turned your head to the side to see where the soft, yet unmistakably masculine voice was coming from. A youthful-looking man with oddly striking features, stark black hair, and a warm smile came into view. You assumed he was the priest, taking note of the all-black clerical clothing he had on. 

You were about to speak, but your words were trapped inside your throat. His undeniable charm and grace had caught you off-guard, as well as his unintentional sex appeal. In your head, you had expected the priest to be some old man with a bald patch, not someone who was devilishly handsome. This unexpected turn of events certainly did not help quell the formidable amount of lust that was bubbling up inside of you. If anything, it was just fuel to the already-raging fire. 

“I…um…wanted to see if you could help me with something I’ve been struggling with,” you replied in a hushed tone, taking a few slow steps in the man’s direction, swallowing nervously. 

San nodded his head in an understanding manner, motioning to the confessional behind him. He slid open one side of it, saying, “If you wish to confess your sins first, then you may. It’s up to you, but allowing me to hear them might alleviate some of your guilt. It would also make it easier for me to help you.”  

You followed after him and slid open the opposite side of the confessional, taking a step inside and sitting down on the cold wood seat below you. You felt goosebumps begin to form on your bare thighs, prompting you to move your hands past your skirt and onto your legs, rubbing them slowly, as a way to get rid of the sensation. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” you murmured in a shaky voice, feeling a few drops of sweat begin to cascade down your temples and along the curve of your neck. 

“Go on, my child. Confess, so that you may be forgiven.” San leaned his back against the thin wood panel behind him, in order to get more comfortable, his hands resting on his upper thighs. 

You inhaled and exhaled a few times, unable to escape the constant stream of debauchery that went through your head, which was persistently egging you on to do something that you might regret. 

“So…I…um…can’t seem to stop thinking about sex, no matter what I do. I…constantly fantasize about the things I want to do to myself and to other people…even complete strangers,” you started, your fingers gripping the sides of your upper thighs. “Day and night, it’s the same thing. Even when I give in and indulge myself, whether on my own or with others, it…never seems to be enough.”

San shifted uncomfortably in the section next to you, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he remained quiet, letting you continue. 

“And when I…when I’m getting fucked or when I fuck myself…I feel such intense pleasure, like it’s so overwhelming…I almost feel like I’m going to lose my mind…” you admitted in an impudent manner, exhaling some air out of your nose. 

San was at a loss for words, never having encountered something quite like this before. 

You bit back a moan, seemingly turned on from revealing your dirty secret to the innocent priest who was sitting just a few inches away from you. You rested your head back against the wood behind you, suddenly feeling like your insides were going to melt.

“Please, Father…I can’t take it anymore…” you whimpered, your heart racing inside your tightening chest. You wiped away some perspiration that was starting to form on your face, taking note of how incredibly hot your skin had felt. 

San heard how hard you were starting to breathe, prompting him to sit up straight, his eyes focusing on the divider between you, so that he could try to get a better look at what was going on with you. 

Your hazy eyes flickered in his direction, causing him to be a bit startled. “I’m burning up inside..it feels like…I’m on fire,” you revealed in a shaky tone, as you precipitously pulled yourself to the edge of the seat and leaned up against the somewhat see-through section of the confessional, looking directly into the priest’s wide eyes.

“I…um…” San blinked back at you, feeling a bit of sweat begin to trickle down the side of his forehead, still unsure of how he should react or what he should say, unknowingly encouraging you to do something bold. 

You exhaled slowly, bringing your trembling fingers up to your chest, gingerly undoing each button of your dress shirt, before letting the thin material slip down off your shoulders, your bare breasts now fully visible and pressing up against the divider. “Please help me…”

San swallowed harshly, suddenly feeling suffocated by his constricting garbs. “I-I…can’t. My child, you…are simply too overcome by your sins. You need to pray to the lord to give you the strength…t-to combat these impure thoughts of yours,” he responded fragilely, feeling his heart begin to race and his pants becoming unbearably tight. 

You whined softly, your fingers already finding their way underneath your skirt, making contact with your bare pussy, rubbing them slowly up and down your wet slit, making sure not to ignore your swollen clit. 

“Please, Father. Only you can take this sin away from me.” You gazed into his eyes, tongue poking out of your mouth and dragging across your bottom lip, just as your two fingers disappeared inside you. “I’m begging you…I’ll even get down on my knees…if you want me to.”

San felt like he was one losing his mind now; it was almost like Lucifer himself had visited him in the form of an incredibly seductive woman, desperate to undo all of the hard work and dedication he had put in throughout the years, in order to reach his spiritual enlightenment. 

“M-my child…I…I can only do my best to help you, but I can’t promise that I can cure this…ailment of yours,” he replied, evidently giving into his sinful nature, and in turn, being completely overcome with all of the lust he had consistently ignored for years. 

You let out a strangled moan upon hearing San’s words, pumping your fingers into your hole so quickly, that he could clearly hear how wet you were. “Father, tell me what-aaah-to do now,” you requested, breathing heavily against the divider. 

San inhaled sharply, reaching out to slide open the panel on his side and motioning for you to join him with his other hand. “Come,” was all he said, his eyes glossy and his mind clouded with desire. 

Mistaking his order for you to join him for another version of the word, you curled your fingers inside you and let out a cry of pure pleasure, cumming right then and there. “Ffffuck…!” 

San watched you with half-lidded eyes, his lips parted ever so slightly, thoroughly hypnotized by your bewitching aura and complete lack of shame. “I-I meant come over here…” he informed you, a deep blush present on his cheeks. 

Once you had realized your mistake, you pulled yourself out of the booth, standing outside of the confessional on his side, waiting for further direction. You smiled to yourself, almost unable to believe that you had gotten your way, which only served to turn you on more. At this point, your arousal was so prominent, it was already dripping down your inner thighs and onto the pristine floor, but you didn’t care. You only had one thing on your mind, just like every other day of the week.

San‘s lust-filled gaze slowly traveled up your body, as he squeezed his thighs tightly, no longer thinking with his brain, but with his cock. 

“Kneel.”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip so hard, you almost broke the skin. “Yes, Father,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. After stepping into San’s side on the confessional, you obediently lowered yourself down onto the floor before him, resting your hands on your bruised knees. 

“What will quell this fire within you, my child?” the priest  questioned, one of his eyebrows raised slightly. 

Your eyes immediately darted to the obvious bulge that was jutting out against the thin black material of San’s robe. As your lips formed into a lewd smile, you reached down and began to unbutton his robe from the bottom and slowly worked your way up.

“I think it might help if I suck your cock…just this once, Father,” you uttered breathlessly, feeling more and more arousal pool within your core, simply from observing San’s flushed face and submissive demeanor.

He nodded his head weakly, drawing in a sharp breath, when you suddenly pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, causing his long veiny cock to spring out against his lower abdomen. 

You were shamelessly drooling at this point, unable to contain yourself in the slightest. Who could blame you, though? This was the most depraved situation you had ever involved yourself in, so it was only natural that you’d be in such a whorish state. 

“You have such a pretty cock, Father,” you praised, wrapping your warm fingers around the base of his erection and leaning down, in order to lazily drag your tongue from the very bottom of his length up to the tip.

“A-aah…” San bit his lip, watching intently as you began to give gentle kisses to his reddened cockhead, shivering when you sucked it into your mouth like it was a popsicle, and almost losing his sanity when you repeated this action, while your tongue moved around it in a circular motion, until you fully allowed him into your mouth. “O-oh my god…”

You bobbed your head, taking a good portion of his length into your mouth and throat with ease, sucking him off like your life had depended on it, which it did, in a way. “Mm…mmnnn…mm-hmmm…” you moaned onto San’s cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes, desperate to hear that you were pleasing him. 

San slipped his fingers into your hair, stroking it in a gentle manner, as he completely and utterly unraveled before your eyes. “Nnngh…that…feels…so goood…” he whined softly, groaning each time he felt his dick twitch and pulse inside your warm mouth. “Please, don’t stop…”

You hummed from hearing his praise, as you proceeded to wrap both of your hands around the part of his cock that you couldn’t reach with your mouth, pumping them steadily. The excessive amount of drool in your mouth served only to make wet, sinful sounds that could be heard clearly in the otherwise silent building. 

San was a whiny, moaning mess at this point, due to the constant influx of pleasure you were so graciously providing him. The unholy sight of you worshiping his cock didn’t help in the slightest, instead encouraging him to delve into a deeper state of pure salaciousness that he wasn’t completely sure he could pull himself out of.

“I-I think I’m gonna…!” the priest gasped, tossing his head back against the wood panel, his hands suddenly reaching out to press onto both sides of the confessional, out of pure desperation. “Oh, goddd!” 

Long, hot spurts of cum poured out of San’s cock, filling up your mouth and throat completely, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull. You swallowed and swallowed, but he still wasn’t done cumming, due to never relieving himself even once. 

San’s thighs trembled, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, his sweaty hands still holding either side of the confessional. “I-I…I can’t…it’s…aaah…too much…” he breathed out, a few tears falling from his watery eyes. 

Once you had a tummy full of cum, you stood up and slowly sat down on San’s lap, your cheeks still filled with the white sticky substance that he pumped your mouth full of. 

San’s hands slipped down the walls of the confessional and instinctively settled on your hips, while he looked up at you like you were his new god. “You…where…where did you even come from?” he asked, studying your features. 

Not giving him an answer, you grabbed his face in your hands and brought him into an open-mouthed kiss, your body pressing up against his. 

“Mmmn..!“ San reacted instinctively, feeling a large amount of his slightly bitter release get pushed into his mouth by your tongue. 

You tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss and exploring his mouth thoroughly, feeling more wetness leak out of you, just as you heard San begin to swallow his own cum. You eventually pulled away from him when you felt that he had enough, giggling softly when you saw his fucked-out expression. 

“Oh, you like that, huh? You like guzzling down your own cum like some kind of slut?” you taunted, sliding your thumb across his spit and cum-covered lips, before popping it into your mouth to clean it. “You’re pretty fucking filthy for a priest.” 

San whined at your words, unable to deny your statement. He had previously believed that he was better than the rest of society, since he was able to ignore his sexual urges through sheer power of will and constant discipline, but now…now he was cursing himself for waiting so long to do something as pleasurable as this. 

“Just be quiet now and let me have my way with you…” San muttered, his eyes darkening with rampant lust, the submissive nature he had exuded just moments ago now being replaced with something he didn’t even know he had in him. 

You chuckled, finding San’s change in tune adorable at first, just before he began rolling his hips in a rhythmic motion, his cock rubbing deliciously against your folds and clit. 

“O-oh, wow…” you reacted, realizing how serious he actually was. You let out a small gasp when San’s mouth suddenly latched onto one of your breasts. 

San sucked on it in a desperate manner, then used his teeth to pull at your nipple roughly, drawing a moan from your lips. He chuckled darkly against your skin, before swapping one breast for the other, slurping on it messily, his cock still rubbing against you at a steady pace. Spit dripped down his chin, but he didn’t care. He was completely gone at this point, and it was all because of you. 

You arched your back, barely able to handle the way he was pleasuring you with both his mouth and his cock, despite him not even being inside you yet. In all honesty, it was driving you crazy; you needed him inside you, or else you might actually lose your mind. 

 “Just fuck me already!” you abruptly blurted out, grabbing his shoulders tightly and shaking them a bit, trying to gain his attention. 

San pulled away from your spit-covered breasts with a small ‘pop’, his fingers digging into your hips so firmly, it made you wince from the pain.

“What’s the magic word, whore?” 

Your breath got caught in your throat, upon hearing his words. You couldn’t even believe you were dealing with the same man; it was like he was a completely different person. His once gentle gaze was replaced with something that could only be described as wicked; perhaps he had been possessed by a demon. How else could you explain such a sudden switch in character? 

San suddenly grabbed you by the jaw and forced it down, so that your faces were only a few centimeters apart, growling, “I won’t fuck you, until you say please, you cock-loving slut.”  

“P-please…please fuck me,” you murmured, almost ready to cum from his words and actions alone. This was the best possible outcome of the unusual situation you were in; maybe God was real, after all. “Please, Father…Fuck me like the whore I am. I need it…so bad…” 

*** 

“Cumming for the third time already? You really are nothing but a slave for cock, huh?” San’s face was buried in your neck, his lips ghosting along your skin, his hips snapping up into yours at an unrelenting pace. “Or is it just my cock that drives you crazy?” 

Your brain felt fuzzy and clouded, barely allowing you to understand what San was saying to you; all you could focus on was the mind-breaking amount of pleasure that was radiating from your lower half and coursing throughout your entire body. 

San’s fingers sunk into both sides of your ass, squeezing it roughly, as he continued to plunge himself into you as deep as he possibly could. “Come on, stay with me, baby. Don’t be fading away now. You got what you wanted, now tell me how much you love it,” he huffed, using one hand to grab you by the jaw once again, looking directly into your barely-open eyes. 

“I-it feels so fucking good, Father!” you whined, parting your lips obediently just as San slid his thumb into your mouth. 

“Good girl.” 

San held one side of your face, his thumb still inside your mouth, thrusting wildly into you, until you both had reached your highs at the same time. He slowed down his movements significantly, but didn’t stop completely, shivering when he felt your combined essence drip down to the base of his cock and onto the wood flooring below.

You pulled your mouth off of his thumb and slumped forward in his arms, panting heavily. “Fuck…” was all you could say, as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“Don’t be falling asleep now, my pretty little cockslut. I’m not done with you yet,” San informed you, as he held your thighs sturdily and stood up, carrying you out of the confessional and sitting down on one of the pews with you still in his lap, his cock still inside you. 

You blinked down at San with wide eyes, unable to believe how much stamina he had possessed, not that you were complaining. This was what you wanted, after all. 

San’s hands suddenly dropped from your legs, his dark eyes studying yours, as his body lowered down a bit against the wooden seat.

 “I want to watch you ride my cock. Can you be a good little whore and do that for me?” 

You nodded your head enthusiastically, calmly resting your hands on San’s shoulders, before abruptly slamming your hips down into his at a desperate speed right out of the gate. You lowered your chin, drinking in all of the man’s pleasured facial expressions. 

“Jesus Christ…!” San gripped the edge of the seat, his nails digging into the wood, unable to hold back his moans. His cock throbbed persistently against your tight inner walls, prompting him to do his best not to cum too quickly. 

You leaned down and held San’s warm face in your hands, looking deep into his eyes. “Is it good, Father? Does it feel good?” you asked in an airy tone, bouncing on his cock with reckless abandon, your lips just barely brushing over his.

“Y-yes, it-haaah-feels amazing…Now, come here,” he huffed, suddenly holding your face as well and pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue immediately exploring every inch of your mouth. Once San had his fill, he pushed your face away, your lips still connected by a few strings of saliva. 

You were on the edge of orgasming once again, desperate to reach it, your sanity almost completely gone at this point in time. “Fill…Fill me up with your salvation, Father…I need it, please…give it to me…!” you begged, holding tightly onto San, your sweat-covered body pressing against his. 

“Oh, my goddd…” San groaned out, his dark eyes boring into yours, before growling, “Ask and you shall receive, you filthy fucking whore!”

San suddenly gripped your ass tightly in his hands, bucking his hips up into yours, fucking you as deep and hard as he possibly could, drawing loud, broken moans from your lips, as well as causing you to squirt all over his cock. His movements started becoming sloppy and desperate, his thighs trembling slightly against yours. 

“I’m- Fuck…!” San tossed his head back against the pew, as he pumped you full of his cum for the second time, filling your pussy up to the brim, just as you had begged for. “Jesus fucking Christ, this tight little cunt of yours is milking me dry…” he exhaled, moving forward to rest his head on your shoulder, holding you in place, cum still being forced out of his cock in slow spurts, due to all the years he went without a single release.

You were delirious, to say the least, unable to form a single coherent thought. “Fa…ther…” you murmured out, voice barely above a whisper. Holding onto San with a death grip, you looked up, completely enamored with the way the light of the moon shone through the mosaic glass behind the altar. Overcome with pleasure and borderline psychosis, you blinked a few tears away, swearing you saw God herself.

San remained quiet for quite a while, just focusing on his breathing, while coming down from his high and coming to terms with the choices he had made.

You pulled back slightly, so that you could caress the panting priest’s face, looking at him with sparkling eyes. “You…cured me, Father…The burning I felt inside…it’s gone. All I feel is…love…” you informed San, giving him a genuine smile, before pressing your lips onto his cheek, as a thank you.

San looked at you with tired, bloodshot eyes, feeling both incredibly satisfied and guilty at the same time. He sighed softly, wiping some sweat from his brow. 

“I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

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[plussizefantasia]

Shaggy and Velma

Flufftober Day 25: Costume Party

Peter Parker x f!reader

Word Count 1.0k

AN: I have officially finished writing all of my prompts for Flufftober, I'll be proofreading the last few before I post them. The problem is, I've really enjoyed all the writing I've been doing and how much everyone has liked my stories. So I want to ask for some requests that I can write after my short break! If you could send a request that would be amazing. As always, Reblogs and Feedback are really appreciated, and I'll see y'all tomorrow!

divider credit @royallaesthetics

“I am not wearing that.” You deadpanned at Peter who was smiling toothily at you. In his hands, he held one of those awful foam costumes, a matching set. “I am not wearing a piece of foam that makes me look like jelly on toast, not to a party.” You didn’t think that gaveling a couple's costume was a bad idea you thought it might be fun but you drew the line at food.

“C’mon Babe, match with me.” He encoded his strongest pair of puppy dog eyes and aimed them right at you.

“I will match with you, just not as PB and J” you laughed. “What about Shaggy and Velma.”

“Who would be who?” He asked.

“We’ll you’re the smart one so you’ll probably be Velma and I look good in green so I’ll be shaggy.” You shrugged.

“Do they even make male Velma costumes?” Peter began scanning the store for a gender-bent version of the character. 

“Probably not but we could always go to the thrift store.” You suggested

And so you did, two hours and the thrift shops later you had your costumes for the costume party on the NYC campus that your roommate had invited you to.

Parties weren’t your thing but when you had told Peter about it, he had gotten excited. “I’ve never been to a college party, or a Halloween party, or any kind of party that wasn’t a birthday party.” So you cast aside your desire for a cozy night in with your boyfriend, watching movies in spooky pajamas and eating candy that you go from the gas station. You went costume shopping with your dork and basked in the joy that radiated from him all day.

Now, the two of you were about a block away from the party, you’d decided to walk, partially because you didn’t have a car and partially because you wanted to be able to check out other people’s costumes on the way. “Do you think people will know who we are?” Peter asked you. You looked down at yourself, wearing a short corduroy mini skirt and a green top tucked into the waistband, along with a pair of old brown dress shoes you usually saved for special and formal occasions. Then your gaze landed on Peter, you were surprised that you had found the orange turtleneck right away but it fit him well. He also wore a pair of red jeans that you had to force him into a pair of glasses that you popped the lenses out of.

“I’m sure baby, we’re killing it right now.”

“We are, aren’t we?” Peters's voice got soft and he looked at you. He placed a kiss on your temple and kept walking. 

When you arrived at the warehouse the party was at, it was obvious that most of the people there were not in college. Party crashes weren’t rare, but it did mean that Peter would need to keep a close eye on you. This many strangers in one place was bound to be trouble. You had made him promise that he wouldn’t be Spider-Man tonight, that was your condition for going to the party at all.

“I’m not going if you’re going to have to race out of there right away and leave me there.” He agreed it was fair after all, you hadn’t wanted to go, so leaving you alone wasn’t the nicest thing he could do.

So instead, he danced with you, he held you close and he laughed with you when you saw funny costumes. Multiple people complimented you on the outfits you were wearing and every time it happened you watched Peter perk up just a little bit.

As the night wore on, you got a little sloppier, not drunk. You wouldn’t get wasted when you were so keenly aware of how many people you didn’t know and how far from home you were. But you were loose and Peter wasn’t. It’s not like he didn’t have anything to drink, he just metabolized it way too fast.

By three a.m. the party still hadn’t wound down, but as Peter watched you yawn and lean on him a little more than usual he decided that it was time to go.

“Wanna go home, babe? Put in our PJs and watch a movie?” You eagerly nodded and grabbed onto his hand. 

It wasn’t easy getting you home, you seemed to trip on every little thing and had a serious case of the giggles but eventually the two of you made it back to his apartment. Peter helped you up the stairs and in past his door. When your eyes landed on his couch you groaned pleasantly and flopped down onto it. Burying your head in the throw pillows you had bought.

“C’mon babe, we gotta brush our teeth and change into PJs”

“Don’t wanna, comfortable”

“I know babe, but you’ll be mad at me tomorrow for not making you do some sort of routine.”

Even tipsy you knew that you would want to take off your makeup before you went to bed, so even though you groaned and whined the whole time, you let Peter help you take your makeup off, and brush your teeth and hair. 

Peter gently guided you into the bedroom where he pulled out the Halloween PJs you had bought for the two of you before you knew that you were going to the party. He helped you into them, his eyes never starting from your face as he did.

When all your routines were done and you were ready for bed, Peter pulled you to his side and kissed your head like he always did before you fell asleep.

“Thank you for coming with me Shaggy,” you laughed.

“You’re welcome, Velma” was your deeply sleepy response, as soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes shut and you fell asleep immediately.

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[mahikamihan]

🎃 dtblr spooky shenanigans abound!🕯

the people have spoken! we are having a dtblr trick or treat around October 29-November 3!

Some ground rules are as follows:

You send a mutual or a fellow dream/dream team/dteam-adjacent blog an ask "🦇 trick or treat! 🎃" in any way, shape or form. Write a short prompt, add some emojis with your message, let wherever your creativity takes you!

If they answer trick, that means they're letting you know that they don't want to be bothered. Send them a little nice message ("hope you have a good halloween!"), a fun dream team picture or meme, and be on your way!

If they answer treat, they are letting you know that you can send them full art, an unfinished sketch, doodle, drabble, fic snippets, poetry, web weave or whatever creative thing you want to make. Preferably Halloween themed! Bonus points if it's halloween and dream team-themed! You can send your lovely gift through another ask, or make a post and tag them in it <3

Blogs be sure you have "allow asks with media" toggled on in your blog if you want people to send you their gifts directly on your inbox. doesn't have to be anything big! (here are some sneaky peeks of what im drawing as my gifts)

I encourage you to use #dtblrtot2023 to tag your works or asks, so other people can see your treats. I'll try to look at the tag regularly and reblog those as much as I can as well

add content warnings when necessary! some example to look out for: horror, spiders, blood, eyestrain, etc. Some people love those kinds of things, some are more sensitive, so be very careful and respectful when you make or share work of those styles. I personally love receiving them, but there's a time and place for it, so I'm drawing cutesy doodles as my gifts

lastly, have fun! this is a great time to show off your amazing art skills, or (if you're like me) share your scuffed doodle skills with absolutely no judgement. and if anyone tells you your art is ugly or bad they are catching these hands

Have a Happy Halloween!!! :D

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Plugged Up

Pairings: Izana x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, dom!reader, sub/bottom!Izana, sex toys, vibrators, urethral play, edging, overstimulation

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: This is a fun little Izana request to kick off my non-spooky fics again. Hope you all enjoy seeing this pretty boy get wrecked ❤️

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

With his muscles tensed and eyes shut tight, Izana threw his head over the back of the chair as another orgasm drew closer. Digging into his palms roughly as that climax that he desperately needed was ripped away from him so cruelly

This wasn't really your plan. You were just going to tie up your partner and edge him for a bit, stroking him over and over while denying a release until he begged with tears running down those pretty brown cheeks. After Izana came within the first two minutes though, you had a change of heart

Since your eager boy couldn't stop himself from cumming, you'd simply plug his hole up. All of his holes actually; inserting a vibrating plug into his tight ass, a ball gag into his noisy mouth, and a nice metal rod in his dick

“I told you not to cum, angel. Shoulda listened.” You replied in a sing-song tone. The playful smirk on your face sends shivers up your partner's spine, shaking his head as the remote in your hand clicks and the vibrations inside of him become even more intense. Izana choked out some pitiful, muffled plea as his cock twitched within your grasp, far too sensitive from being squeezed and stroked vigorously while it was stuffed with a sounding rod to prevent another release without your permission

The overstimulated man swallowed dryly, his body slumping on the chair after you had turned the vibrator off. The relief only extended so far since you hadn't stopped stroking him yet, using one hand to glide up and down his shaft and the other to lovingly touch his thigh. Izana was swept up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, unsure of how to deal with the harsh treatment to all of his holes and his cock while you caressed his body and leaned forward to kiss his face. Soft lips connecting with his neck paired with a light slap to his dick was just too much!

“I know you'll be good for me, right Izana? You won't cum again until I say so?” Some instinct buried deep within his hazy mind forced him to nod his head, blinking away salty tears as he met your expectant gaze. Even though his thighs were trembling, on the verge of shooting cum onto his chest because of your nonstop handjob, the smile spreading across your face made his heart flutter

Fingers brushed against Izana's hip bone on your way to grab his waist, whispering against his ear, “I know you will, you're my good boy. My good boy, yeah? I can do whatever I want to this beautiful body, right?” Izana moaned around the gag in his mouth, nodding along to every question while his hips thrust into your fist with a mind of their own

“You like when I take control, don't you?” You breathed against Izana's sensitive neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across his shoulders. Pathetic whines fell from him when you sneakily turned on the vibrator again, turning it up as high as it could go and watching his reaction with a sadistic gleam in your eyes. Your darling's stomach tightened as he, once again, neared his climax. Grinding down onto the chair and digging his heels into the floor, painfully hard yet unable to do anything with the metal plugging up his throbbing cock

“Oh? What's wrong, baby? Is it too much?” You pretended to be sympathetic towards your partner's frustration. Another frantic shake of his head and a broken sob prompted you to play with his tip while retorting, “Too bad~”

Izana seemingly broke after that, begging for mercy with gorgeous teary eyes while you giggled at his desperation. Tapping the bit of metal sticking out of his cock and teasing him by pulling the rod out just a tiny bit, then pushing it back in while he cried at having his only relief snatched away

After a little more teasing you felt as though Izana had taken enough punishment. The plug in his ass promptly calmed down to a low buzz, enough to still feel that it was on but not nearly as overwhelming as the sensation had been for a while. Tilting your lover's chin up with a soft touch, you asked, “D'you wanna cum now, Izana? Did you learn your lesson?”

With shaky breath he moaned an ‘mhm’, batting his wet lashes at you and leaning into your touch. The extra adorableness earned Izana a kiss to the plastic lodged in between his lips; a teasing gesture that caused a small whine to escape. The brush of your lips against his was pleasant even if it was barely noticeable through so much drool

“Alright, baby. I'm gonna pull the rod out now, you ready?” You questioned, cupping Izana's face. Again he nodded, and you slowly removed the intrusion from his dick, teasing him a little more by pushing it back almost all the way in before removing it fully. With nothing to block the way, Izana would finally be able to release everything pent up inside from your mean teasing. What the naive man didn't realize is that you weren't going to stop until you had drained every last drop of cum out of him

That initial release nearly caused Izana to fall forward, inevitably taking the chair that he was still tied to with him, had you not been quick enough to stop him. The force of his orgasm was enough to knock the wind from his lungs, shooting thick ropes all over his chest and dribbling down your fingers as you squeezed more out of him

The second release after that one was just as intense. With sweat dripping onto his soft thighs as he realized that you planned on making him cum over and over. Izana's brows knitted together while the plug in his ass gradually worked back up to a high intensity, causing his muscles to clench around the toy while your lips wrapped around his cock, focussing only on the red tip and pulling off right before another cumshot could fill your mouth

The third and final release was a bit pitiful to watch, but also hot as hell. As Izana's head hung down in exhaustion, soft cries reached your ears. You tilted your head up to find your lover almost passed out, with his eyes glossed over and tear streaks covering his face, whimpering like a dog while you rubbed his inner thighs. “Aw honey, don't give out just yet. Gimme one more, I know you can do that for me.”

In his semi-conscious state, Izana quietly moaned some agreement. Through his exhaustion he managed to buck his hips into your fist, meeting every downward stroke until that tight feeling within his core signaled the end of this backhanded reward. It was almost a dry orgasm as his previous three climaxes had drained him completely, but you forced it out of him anyways. Going back to suck on Izana's already marked up neck while your cum-coated hand stroked the head of his cock, thumbing over the slit which earned a small whimper from your baby before his last load spurted out

After Izana's muscles were visibly relaxed, you turned off the vibe in his hole and stood up to begin untying him. Removing the gag first and wiping the spit from his lips then placing a quick kiss to them. “Hey, stay awake for just one more minute, Izana. Just long enough for me to untie you, 'kay?”

“Y-yeah...ok...” He whispered, already succumbing to sleep after your strenuous activity. So you did your best to be swift without hurting him, removing the ropes and scooping your boyfriend up in your arms before he ever had the chance to fall out of the chair. What followed next was a barrage of kisses and gentle praise while you cleaned and then wrapped Izana up in one of your hoodies before cuddling on the couch for a while

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 5. RIO

A/N: had a dream about my man the other night so I guess that was his way of telling me that he misses me? We love delulu!!! Anyways thought this would be fun to actually write something on the line of thriller/spooky this time around. This is me making up for not writing part two’s to my other fall inspired prompt on this man way back when. Hope y’all enjoy this 🧡🫶🏽!!!

PROMPT is from HERE + I’m using: A Begs B to come explore an old house that they believe is haunted. B is hesitant, especially after hearing the scary tales A knows so much about.

*GIF + PHOTO DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

WARNINGS: some France slander, language & hints of sexual content.

<- read my previous October anthology prompt here.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔

Being in France for the month of October initially wasn’t the plan.

Khadijah and Rio ventured out here for a couple days for Khadijah’s birthday and for Rio to tie up some loose ends for business. What was supposed to be a four day trip turned into a much longer adventure.

“I know y’all done heard they got bed bugs out there, why are your asses staying out there longer?” Khadijah’s mother blurted into the FaceTime call.

Rio chuckled to himself by the mini bar, fixing himself something brown before entering the main living room part of the suite.

“Mom,” Khadijah hissed as she flicked through the channels, “this was a unexpected extended birthday trip.”

“Uh huh, sure it is.” The older woman said not entirely believing that, “Don’t think you can get cute on us and decide not to come back.”

“I’m already cute,” Khadijah modeled with extra shoulder as she sat on the tan couch while her mother brings the camera to show that she’s rolling her eyes.

“Well where do you think you get it from?”

“My father.”

“More like you got his smart mouth.” Khadijah’s mom comments, making her child hold up her finger to interject.

Now she loved her mom dearly but it was no secret that Khadijah was a daddy’s girl and her father’s favorite daughter despite what her two sisters thought. She was one of four children while her youngest sibling happened to be the only boy.

“Aw c’mon, don’t do Mr. Wells like that, especially if he’s not here to defend himself. Where is he anyway? It’s gotta be after 10:30 back home?” Rio came into frame, crouching behind Khadijah, who turned to peck his cheek before facing her phone once more.

The woman sighed, “where else? Working, working, working. I’ve been telling him he needs to slow down, he’s not some twenty year old no more. Lord knows it.”

Mr. Wells had a heart attack last year and had to have a stint put in. Rio’s never seen Khadijah’s so stressed before in his life and although the hardworking man had a good job with good insurance working for the city, they slammed him with some bills that Rio paid off. Which Mr. Wells wouldn’t let slide and already was in the process of paying back.

His choice, not Rio’s.

“He’s close to retirement and he loves supporting his family which is respectable.” Rio starts before joking, “once that happens then the both of you can come with us to Paris next time.”

“Uh uh. I’m never going over there, never had the desire to which is why I want y’all asses to get out of there fast!” Mrs. Wells’ large glasses come into frame now as she holds the phone at not the best angle, “I’d love to see Dubai or St. Lucia with Kayode, your father, and I guess your big headed brother can come too, Deej.”

Khadijah laughs, “yeah and he can bring Eliza too.”

“if I catch him even thinking about it, I’ll click my heels three times and send her bony ass right to hell.”

Laughter bubbles in Khadijah’s throat as she sends a teasing smile to Rio who winked back at his wife, knowing that neither of Khadijah’s parents were fond of their youngest child’s significant other. He was nineteen and found his supposed first love so it was evident that the pair were clingy and so in love with each other. They went to the same high school together, weren’t in the same cliques but ended up at the same community college and decided to give each other a try.

In shorter terms.

“We’ll make it happen,” Rio sighs as he comes around to plop down on the couch next to Khadijah, tossing a hand around the back of the couch, “minus Eliza right?”

“Damn straight,” Mrs. Wells humphed, “she can date somebody else’s son and boss them around for all i care. I just hope it’s over before thanksgiving.”

“Now Mom! Let’s not spread that negative energy for your birthday month, do you need some lavender and Kirk Franklin to keep your blood pressure down?”

The woman with the now bonnet secured around her micro locs fanned her hand, “I already had my session with Mr. Franklin around 7pm so hush! You know that’s what I’m wishing for and hoping you don’t wait around and decide to come back then.”

Khadijah blinks at Rio, who meets her stare. He had no plans of staying here longer than another few days, things got delayed and he offered to send Khadijah back to Detroit if that’s what she wanted but she had some vacation time that she didn’t mind using and she didn’t want to leave Rio behind either.

He’s been busy lately and she just knows as soon as they get back to Detroit, he’ll probably disappear for a little awhile again. So sue the woman if she wanted to be a little selfish and spend more time with her man.

“We’re gonna bring you something much better,” Rio smirks after taking a sip of his liquor, “maybe even a new bundle of joy.”

“WHAT?!” Mrs. Wells yells, “don’t play with me right now. When was your last cycle? I’ve been saying your tatas been looking fuller, ooooh I’ll have to tell your grandmomma.”

“Hey, hey! I’m not pregnant—

“Yet. We’ve been practicing though.” Rio announces, biting down on his bottom lip while Khadijah gasps and shoved at his knee.

Mrs. Wells claps her hands in joy, “y’all keep doing that but don’t bring those bed bugs back with you.”

“We won’t and did our research. If it makes you feel any better, we’re leaving this hotel tonight to stay at this castle for the rest of our trip and then tomorrow we’re gonna go explore this historic house since Rio wanted to have a rest day.” Khadijah informs her mother while Rio slowly nods his head, not knowing of the exploring a house portion but they’d discuss it later.

Mrs. Wells yawns as she sits up in bed now, “sounds fancy but okay then, mom’s tired and ready to knock out. But continue to be safe, the both of you and I’ll see you soon?”

“You sure will, night momma Wells.” Rio gave a two finger salute while Khadijah shared, “I love you’s, talk soon.” Before hanging up the call.

Khadijah leans back against the couch with a sigh, “told you mom’s got serious seperation anxiety all thanks to Kaliyah moving to Toronto with her girlfriend and we’re only traveling!”

“Which is exactly why I tried to smooth over her worries with baby talk, it worked didn’t it?” Rio lifts a thick brow while Khadijah shrugs her shoulders.

Soon she rests her head on Rio’s chest, locking her arms around his waist, “it’ll happen when it’s meant to…and we need to make sure we’re all packed for our new temporary home.”

“Oh I know I am, it’s you you gotta worry about mamas.” Rio presses a kiss to Khadijah’s rosemary scented hair.

Khadijah scoffs, “sorry but I had to buy more for this trip…which I’m not complaining! BUT! Paris’ fashion is really for the petite girlies.”

“They’re forreal missing out on the inclusion and better get on that.” Rio hummed.

“Siobhán is.” Khadijah grins while Rio slowly dips his head at the mention of his old designer friend.

Before Khadijah could get into asking about how she��s been doing, Rio sips from his drink once more and changes the subject, “what’s this about exploring tomorrow?”

“We maybe moving into a castle mansion for a little awhile but there’s no way I’m staying cooped up any longer without seeing what Dordogne has to offer.” Khadijah tells her husband with the perfect pronunciation of the town—or rather department as France calls it.

Rio raises the hand the rests against his wife’s shoulder, “heard you, mamas. No arguing on my part but you know it’s beneficial to have reset days too.”

“Which YouTuber told you that?” Khadijah smirks up at the buzz haired man, figuring that he was probably logged onto her account instead of switching over to his own to watch whatever it is he gets into.

Rio snorts, “don’t try and play me, my aesthetician did.”

“Of course they did.” Khadijah nods believing that since Rio didn’t mess around when it came to his skincare, “and you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with rest days. You’ve been running around x2 compared to me so I get it. You get a nap in and I’ll get the bags ready since we have what? An hour before the service comes and gets us.”

Rio grips Khadijah’s hand as she gets up from the couch, “you sure all an hour is what you need?”

“Shut up, Christopher.” Khadijah laughs, matching Rio’s smile before leaving the man to get his nap on.

With the city life behind the married couple, they settled in Dordogne late last night into the 18th century home. Surprisingly Rio wakes up late the next day, like around eleven am late compared to his seven am timeline. However Khadijah doesn’t mind letting him sleep, snapping a picture of his rest with the camera she brought along for the trip. She watches the clock from time to time, knowing just when to order breakfast to be sent to their room.

Khadijah’s sitting on a olive couch pushed underneath the windows which are half pulled back, sipping on caffe viennese, stomach half full from a classic French breakfast as she stares out into the scenery acting like the main character in a Victorian film.

“Morning, mamas. You starting the day without me?” Rio’s rough morning voice greets the brown skinned woman, who glances over her shoulder at him.

A soft smile meets her full lips, “good morning but someone has to get this party started. But don’t worry, I’ll never not let you in on the thrill. Got you one of these,” she holds the mug up in the air, nodding with her chin on the nightstand next to the man, “and there’s breakfast waiting for you underneath the cloche.”

“Did I mention hearing you speak French is sexy?” Rio states as he slowly sits up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Khadijah smirks, “plenty when you were tipsy on the late night ride here.”

“I regret nothing,” Rio laughs before turning to reach and sip at the warm coffee, “this is delicious.”

Khadijah pops her tongue, “Yeah it is.”

“What we doin’ today? Hold up, what time is it?” Rio turns his eyes into slits, reaching for his phone to let out a low whistle, “damn, haven’t slept that long—

“Since you got shot?”

Rio let’s out a cough, “whoa, that was dark.”

“Sorry,” Khadijah says, “kinda just slipped out.”

“Something you wanna talk about, Dija?” Rio hums, staring at his wife from their temporary shared bed.

Khadijah shakes her head, “nothing I want to get into on this brand new day, no. So!”

She uncurls her feet from underneath her to stand in her floral print lace trim set, placing a smile on her lips as she plops down on the bed. Taking a quick sip of the coffee again, she places it on her side of the nightstand and reaches inside to pull out two slips of paper.

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?” Rio suspiciously tries to peek at the papers but Khadijah slaps them right on her chest.

“You asked what we’re gonna do.”

“Didn’t you say exploring some house last night?” Rio frowns, trying to remember.

Khadijah’s little smile to herself seems wicked but as soon as it appeared it vanished while she wiggled a bit on the bed, “that’s tonight’s adventure after dinner. We have at least a few hours before then to do something else so…pick one, anyone.”

The two options were: Château des Milandes OR Canoeing on the Brantôme.

Rio doesn’t wipe the frown off his brows but holds out his thumb and pointer finger while Khadijah holds onto the deck of two pieces. The tatted man makes a show of taking his time debating, just to irritate Khadijah for a little until he smiles picking the paper to the left.

And the winner is…

“Great choice! Now get your butt up and let’s shower, they’ve been open since 9 this morning.”

Chateau des Milandes!

Rio hums as he studies the paper, sipping at his coffee then replies, “can I enjoy my breakfast along with the view first?”

Khadijah dramatically sighs as she flops beside Rio, resting on her elbow to stare back at the ajar windows, “oh fine but I promise you, the one outside is much better.”

“personally I like the one right next to me.”

Khadijah flicks her head back to meet Rio’s brown eyes and she can’t help but to let a smile split over her lips, then puckering them for Rio to peck and lick his own smiling lips afterwards, “you think you’re so smooth.”

“I mean give a guy some credit. How else do you think I got you?” Rio chuckled while Khadijah just nodded her head from side to side mockingly.

“Just eat your food Christopher.”

It was Rio’s turn to mimic his wife.

“Aight, Khadijah.” He said over his shoulder, sitting on his knees and reaching over for the second tray of food.

Chateau Des Milandes was a sight to see and was a wonderful experience. Ugh!!! here Khadijah was sounding like her very emotional Granny Mozella but she never took moments like these with Rio for granted. On the outside it may seem like Rio was only street smart since that’s what he preferred yet he didn’t mind listening in on historical facts from time to time and no he wasn’t really into podcasts—unless it was true crime content—but no one could ever say he wasn’t open to learning new material and translating it into his own life.

He was good at finding purpose in anything.

He also liked draping his arm across Khadijah’s shoulders as they took the tour around the home that used to be owned by the successful Josephine Baker. That was more interesting to Khadijah than the Lords that lived it way before Ms. Baker but nonetheless they took it all in together including the architecture.

No one could deny that France had a way with its design and art.

They explored the garden, which led to a picnic and wine for dinner with the French sunset as the perfect backdrop, then they ended their time at the Chateau with a bird experience, much to Rio’s surprise as Khadijah winked and placed a kiss on the tattoo on his neck, before clenching onto his arm for dear life once the various of birds—specifically the one that was very similar to the one on Rio’s skin started flying around.

Rio found amusement in that, even when they made it back to the rental car.

“If that big ass bird would have crapped on me, we would have been having a whole different type of bird for thanksgiving this year.” Khadijah continuously checked her outfit for any unfamiliar marks, the paranoia getting to her.

Rio couldn’t help but to throw his head back against the headrest laughing. “They’ve been trained, that wasn’t gonna happen. Plus it may just wanted a strand of your hair for warmth, huh? French winters can be brutal so I hear.”

The man went to curl a strand of his wife’s loose curl that framed her face who scoffed at him.

“You’re far from funny, Mr. Montoya.” Khadijah slapped his hand away to fix her pin curl updo in the drop down mirror.

Rio chuckled some more, watching her, “you’re right…I’m hilarious, Mrs. Montoya.”

“Im glad you had fun, baby. I can tell the bird part was your favorite,” Khadijah gave the man a playful side eye, “but now it’s time for my activity.”

Rio glanced at the watch on his wrist, “it’s going on seven…what else you trying to get into besides drinking more wine and eating cheese?”

“Whew! No more cheese for me.” Khadijah flicked the sun visor back up, “so…I have this other place to visit.”

Rio tapped on the GPS, “aight, what’s the address?”

“I don’t think the GPS will fully locate it…just to a certain point.”

Rio thought about this for a second and asked, “what? It’s some underground event or something?”

“Well sure, yeah. Kinda.” Khadijah shrugged her shoulders making Rio sigh and sit back with his hands clasped.

Khadijah was tapping away on her phone for a moment while Rio just studied her. When she realized the car wasn’t moving, Khadijah turned her attention back to Rio who was patiently waiting for her to come right on out with it.

“We’re not going anywhere until you give me the info I need. No shady shit allowed.”

Khadijah turned sideways to face Rio, “Okay so…there’s this house that we should see.”

“You said that already. But Why? To buy?”

“Hell no,” Khadijah was quick to say, further making Rio put his guard up as to what this whole adventure was even about, “I mean no…yeah no that’s exactly what I mean. It wouldn’t be for us to live…just to see.”

Rio pried, “what’s so special about it?”

“It has a colorful story.”

“Which is…?”

“The year was 1666–

“Nah,” Rio immediately said leaning forward to start the engine but Khadijah flew her hand out to stop Rio from switching the gears.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

Rio leans on the console to completely face Khadijah, “by the way you’re dragging this out let’s me know you’re about to tell me some bullshit, that you know I’m not about to let fly.”

“Can’t a bitch add some extra flavor to the tale?” Khadijah scrunches up her face, “Sheesh.”

“Stop playin’ with me, Dija.”

“So hostile,” Khadijah flicked her hair off her shoulder, “alright you want the synopsis? Got it. So this house is special because during the year of 1666 a woman named Blanche lived there with her father, mother, two siblings, and new husband. Allegedly she was later accused of poisoning her family and beheaded her husband after they all suspected she was a witch because of some rumors started at the hospital she volunteered at. Her sickly father was the one to put her down after his wife and other children slowly started to die one by one. They say Blanche still haunts the home and asks when and or if you visit, to leave a ribbon and tea bag’s on their front step as a offering and for her to rid any vengeance in your life.”

Rio caressed his facial hair in thought, “Question for you, mamas? Did that eagle peck at your brain when i wasn’t around or…”

Khadijah sucks her teeth, “it’s spooky season, asshole!”

“I know that,” Rio lifts his shoulders carelessly, “but you’re trying to get into some serious shit and I can tell you one thing: I’m not feelin’ it.”

“Are you scared?” Khadijah leaned into the center console ready to comfort him, “I never said we had to go inside the house. Just see it and leave something for Blanche.”

Rio didn’t miss how Khadijah started to trail her hands over him but he didn’t fold, “Her business ain’t ours.”

It was Khadijah’s turn to laugh now, “you’re definitely scared!”

“No I’m not.” Rio scowled, “I’m just saying you have to be careful what you expose yourself to. I told moms we’d bring her back a baby, not a witch that may latch onto your body.”

Khadijah frowns, “why would you think Blanche would latch onto mine and not yours?”

“Whoever! And I really can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re trying to mess with some spirits.”

Khadijah wasn’t trying to “‘mess with spirits,” she always respected the dead but this sounded better than visiting the catacombs to be honest.

So she challenged, “Hey! It’s something to do.”

“I can find plenty of other things we can get into.” Rio placed his chin into the palm of his hand, “We’re not about to be here much longer anyway.”

Khadijah sighs as she grabs Rio’s hand to place in her lap, “I’ll let you try out our new toy at the same time while you’re inside…”

Rio’s eyes begin to darken as they meet Khadijah’s much lighter ones. This was a promising bargain and this Khadijah knew as Rio trailed his own hand up her stomach, between her breasts, and to grip her chin.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Rio states as he presses their lips together and leads the way with his tongue dancing along hers.

It’s passionate and a little nasty just the way the married couple liked their kisses but brief enough that he leaves Khadijah panting on the passenger side. He smirks to himself, lifting up from the driver’s side to pull out his Glock 17 from his black jeans to rest on the dashboard.

“Put your seatbelt on,” Rio tells Khadijah who shortly follows through, “and not a word of this to my abuelita.”

Khadijah makes a cross my heart motion as Rio puts the car in drive.

The drive to this supposed haunted home was a good half hour north from where they were staying and the decline of the countryside was clear. There seemed to be no livelihood as the skies got even darker. Rio could sense to the left of him that Khadijah seemed to be at unease the deeper they got into the area.

He checks in, “How we doing?”

“Hm? Oh, there it is. Stop.”

Rio turns his attention back to the lack of road up ahead and notices that there’s a tunnel with no lighting. He steps on the breaks, witnessing to the left of the tunnel the narrow road carried upwards to what exactly? That he didn’t know. There was no homes or animals in sight on this drive since they started getting further away from the chateau.

“What’s this?”

“That’s the tunnel that leads to Blanche’s house.” Khadijah is sitting on the edge of the passenger seat now.

Rio tightens his hold on the steering wheel, eyes scanning the scenery with the help of the automatic headlights. If they went through that tunnel, which was surely to be just as narrow as the roads out here in the countryside he wasn’t positive they would make it back. His intuition  was telling him since the beginning that this didn’t feel right and being physically here was enough to confirm that for Rio.

Turning his eyes into slits towards the right of the tunnel, Rio can see a decaying headstone with a bunch of colorful ribbons tossed around and possibly some rocks that were most likely teabags scattered below it.

“This is what you came for,” Rio says keeping his eyes on the road.

“Oui-Oui.” Khadijah says suddenly halfhearted and any other time Rio would have laughed but the expression on her face made him aware that the tension was also felt by her as well.

Rio steps on the gas, driving full speed towards the tunnel but stops just at edge, parallel to the headstone, making Khadijah grip the dashboard at the abruptness.

“Get going, sweetheart.” Rio tells Khadijah with a lift of his chin.

Khadijah swallows, prying her eyes away from the tunnel then to the headstone and back to her husband. “W-what? You’re not coming with me?”

“I never said I was going in there. I have sense.” Rio tapped at his temple.

Khadijah glares, “wow. So here’s to trying new things was just another one of your lies then huh?”

“Another? Don’t go there, I’m not doing that with you this evening. You brought this terrible idea to me and I brought you here so go head, show me you’re the one who isn’t scared.” Rio’s hardened stare was now on the fuming woman.

Khadijah didn’t know what the fuck Rio’s problem was and why he thought this energy was okay? Khadijah didn’t like Rio’s tone so she snatched her baguette bag from beside her feet and went to push on the door but remained right inside.

“Are you serious?!”

Rio made a U-Turn and began driving back in the direction they came, “are you forreal thinking I’m about to have our asses messing around with the actual dead? Let alone your indecisive ass? And we don’t even have the full context?”

“I mean…do you not have bodies? You don’t see me questioning you about them.” Khadijah muttered.

Rio snapped his eyes to his wife, “two completely different things and you know that.”

It really wasn’t but okay, if Rio hated her riding the fence then let’s see if he hated it now.

“Whatever.” Khadijah slouched against the seat, “You just wasted our time, like why entertain the fact that you were with it if you’re just gonna try to clown me?”

“I wasn’t letting you do that and you should have known that.” Rio clenched his jaw, “I would never willingly put you in harm’s way and that’s exactly what you were signing up for.”

Khadijah knows Rio wouldn’t and if she wanted to be petty she could but she just mumbles, “You just ruined spooky season in France like?”

“Better throw that ribbon and teabags out the window and get glad. Who knows what would have happened if we went down that dark ass tunnel with only the Glock against a whole spirit mind you, that we don’t even know if she’s still vengeful or not.”

“I mean you make valid arguments…and I don’t even know if the house is still standing. The last update online was from 2021 so I guess I can’t be too pressed about it.” Khadijah explains as she starts to search through her bag, “but you can’t say I was indecisive this time, yet you locked me in here like I’m a child.”

Rio deeply exhales, rubbing at his face in slight aggravation, “yeah we gotta get back to Detroit and quick. I think you need to go back to work and continue spreading peaceful energy at that non-profit instead whatever this is.”

“What?” Khadijah sucked her teeth, “Trying to be on theme?”

“We could easily rent a movie at the spot and call it a day.”

“I wanna be one with nature!”

“As soon as we get far away from Blanche’s murder site, I’ll take the locks off so you can touch some grass.”

“Ohhhh, I cannot stand you!” Khadijah scowled followed by some laughter before ghosting her fingers over the window button, “is this going to work for me or am I still being held hostage?”

Rio just hums to himself, glancing in the rear view spotting a blur of white in the distance along with something that wasn’t tumbleweed rolling right by their feet.

Khadijah doesn’t notice as she cracks the window to toss a pink ribbon and a teabag out on the dirt road.

And when she looks in the rearview, she doesn’t see anything unusual or creepy. So she rolls her window back up and presses her elbow into the arm of the door, resting her cheek along her fingers, watching the night scenery whip by her highlighter eyes.

Soon Rio’s hand reaches for the Glock to rest in the cup holders before sneaking his hand over to bring Khadijah’s hand up to his lips. He knew she was a little sour with him over this and probably a bunch of other built up issues but Khadijah always tried to make the best of it.

Rio was trying to get better at validating her feelings but this shit right here was not it and Khadijah knew that inside. Which is why he had a more safer route up his sleeve to spend the day with Khadijah tomorrow since celebrating Halloween was apparently too american for the French. So he did the best that he could choosing a theme park that would be “on theme” for Khadijah’s spooky cravings.

That would be his gift to her and routine of keeping her best interest at heart, even if she didn’t fully want to see it that way sometimes…

Ah, she’ll be aight.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔

Continue along with my October anthology prompts here.

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CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge 📚☕️

The following are prompts including a Meet Cute/Ugly scenario (any first-time-meeting)! Reader or OC, Gen/Platonic, AND Character/Character fics are allowed!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

☕️ Generic Prompts 📚

Character gets locked out and their neighbor picks the lock for them.

Characters get the same coffee order. They both reach for it at the same time.

Characters get paired up at the work event icebreaker.

Characters both duck for cover under the same tiny storefront when it starts pouring.

Character is knocked into a stranger’s lap on the bus.

Characters are both stood up at the same date spot.

Character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there’s a technical glitch.

On Character’s first day at the new job, they get stuck on the elevator with their new coworker.

Character breaks their heel/slips on the way into their new job. Their new coworker manages to catch them.

Character accidentally dumps their coffee on someone in a very dramatic fashion.

Character accidentally causes someone to slip and fall. They try to help them up, but they both fall down.

Characters are sat together on a long train ride.

Characters are on rival teams at a work event.

Characters reach for the same book at the library.

Character sits next to someone at an academic conference. They get way too excited about a topic that’s taboo/uncouth to normal people.

Character accidentally messages the wrong number. A stranger answers.

Character offers unsolicited fashion advice to a stranger in the dressing room.

Characters wear matching masks at a masquerade party.

It isn’t a meet cute at all. They know each other already but they don’t notice for an embarrassingly long time.

Character realized they left a piece of clothing in the laundromat but when they return, someone’s already started a load. The pair wait for it to finish together.

Character accidentally bumps into someone’s car in a parking lot. They are very upset… until they realize how cute the other one is.

Anything else you can think of!

🍄 Autumn Prompts 🍁

Character gets lost in a corn maze… meant for children. They begrudgingly ask a total stranger, for help.

Character fight over a perfect pumpkin at the patch and explain why each of them needs it.

Characters show up in an accidental couples’ costume.

Character tries to scare their friend, but ends up spooking a complete stranger.

Character steps on a stranger’s shoe… and realizes they are dressed like Cinderella.

Character accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and a scare actor breaks character to help.

Character gets scared in a haunted tour and jumps in the arms of someone they think is their friend—but it’s not.

Character thinks someone is in a costume and tries to guess what it is. They’re not in a costume.

🫣 Dialogue Prompts 😅

“Hey, sorry, can I give you my number?” “What?” “Oh, not like that—I lost my phone.”

“My kid thinks you’re a real princess. Would you mind taking a photo with them?”

“I think we accidentally swapped orders. By the way, what the hell is in this?”

“Hey, would you mind talking to me so this creep will leave me alone?”

“Is it possible to actually die from embarrassment?”

“I definitely would have remembered meeting you.”

“Watch where you’re going!” “… You ran into me?!”

“That diamond is fake.” “So is the engagement.”

“You aren’t some crazy serial killer, right?”

“Do you believe in fate?”

“This is way too cliche.”

Rules 📚

The fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

Happy Writing!

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