#once upon a time prompts

[weirdglassthing]

LOA Shiptober Day 4: How They Met

October content month was ambitious..

This one took me. Shockingly long. Whoops! I’ll probably end up jumping around the prompt list and it might extend into November 😋

I’ll try to do day 31 on the actual date of Halloween though 🫡

[jadecantcreate]

coalecroux incorrect quote doodles (its ironic guys)

i slightly modified & used this (^) quote from perchance’s incorrect quote generator

[drghostwrite]

Black is my color…

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: One jealous Regina.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut(like dirty sexy jaw dropping), some kinks (mommy, slight bondage/blindfold, strap on)

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Being married to the mayor was one thing, always looking the part, being a driving force and support system, sometimes even her protector, honestly it wasn’t that bad, Regina had changed and everyone loved her so being mayor was like a no brainer.

Being married to Regina Mills, that was a whole other story, at first it was rough, proving to her that she deserved to be loved the way she loves, too many countless nights were spent arguing or even holding her in your arms as she cried from exhaustion and everything; though no one ever said marriage was easy.

You had your good times too, you had family and friends, you owned half the real estate in Storybrooke, but recently opened a bistro on Main street which allowed you to do your own thing and support Regina any way she needed, even if that meant mid day make out sessions in the office.

It was that time of year again, town hall meetings, because of not only owning half the town and also being the Mayors wife you also had to sit through back to back meetings with her.

“Dear, what’re you wearing?” Regina called out to you as she stood in front of the mirror putting earrings in. Your arms wrapped around her resting your chin on her shoulder.

“if I had my way I would say nothing, I’m going to tell them my wife wasn’t feeling well and I needed to take care of her.” You placed gentle kisses on her neck.

“Hm cute… but really?” She asked a hand coming to your hair as she leaned back into you, you inhaled the scent of her expensive perfume holding her a couple seconds longer.

“how’s this look?” You stepped back and in a moments notice she wanted to jump you, you had on the black knit top that hugged your upper body perfectly, the deep green suit complementing your skin tone the pants hugging your smooth curves, the stilettos peeking out made your legs look amazing.

“Absolutely amazing.” She said kissing you passionately.

“well then Mayor Mills, time to go remind this town what a power couple we are?” You held out your hand.

“Always.” She grinned, taking it and following you out to the car, when you arrived at the town hall you watched as people gathered and whispered among themselves.

when Regina entered the conference room followed by you it fell silent, power just permeating the room, there was a sense of security and gentleness that followed you and it was intimidating to most.

It wasn’t long before the meeting started to get slightly heated. You sat next to Regina, who was now distracted by how good you looked, oh how she wished she could take you right there, in front of everyone.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at you a silent plea for help and immediately you were at her side.

“okay, okay…” you spoke up.

“So you do have a voice?” Gold snarkily replied.

“Gold…” Regina growled lowly, and he smirked.

“Hey she’s pretty persuasive at times… I’ll give her that…” Gold said raising his hands.

“Cause she’s hot, like dirty sexy hot… no offense…” Ruby started explaining, “if you weren’t married to the scariest person alive I would sleep with you.”

“Uhh, Ruby.” Snow gasped as the younger girl shrugged. You heard Regina, a scoff escaping her perfectly painted red lips behind you her signature eyebrow raised.

“Well fortunately enough, I’m happily married and my sex life is not the topic of this meeting.”

“well just saying though, no wonder you always get what you want… Regina’s hot too but you, she’s lucky she got her hands on you first.”

“Amen Sister.” Grumpy added. You knew your wife was on fire behind you as you stood and ended the meeting.

“Honestly if you ever, you know get bored… call me.” Ruby play flirted with you before leaving as you just rolled your eyes.

You felt as Regina quickly grabbed your hand and basically pulled you to the car. The car ride home was silent, Regina sat there not saying a word, you reached over and ran a hand on bare thigh were her skirt was lifted.

“Regina, love are you okay?”

“I’m fine…just ready to be home.” she said with sass and laid a hand on yours, you pulled in the driveway and she followed you in the house.

“I’ll be right there.” You said kissing her perfectly painted lips, going to put your keys away as she brushed past you to go upstairs. When you got up there you could tell something was off but thought maybe she was just tired, your eyes followed her half clothed form as she walked around your room in her underwear and the satin top partially unbuttoned. You wrapped you arms around her from behind, kissing her neck, “Hey, are you sure your okay?” She leaned her neck back to give you more access before turning around and pushing you back.

Soft kisses from you turned into bruising kisses from both of you as she pushed you back onto the bed, on flick of her wrist and you were unclothed, her in just a black lace lingerie set.

“Regina?”

“Dear?”

“Mm…” you said as her kiss stole the words from your lips. You let your hands roam her body, as she did the same to you, but not before she grabbed your hands off of her hips gathering them above your head.

“How much do you love me?”

“more than anything…” you replied.

“and you trust me?”

“with my entire life…” you said as she kissed you, her hands held yours in place as she was above you.

“Hm,” she softly moaned, “then be good for mommy.”

You let out a soft moan as she applied some pressure to your hands, grinding her hips into yours as she straddled you. You saw as she sat back biting her lip, going to move your hands but you felt the soft fabric as it strained against the headboard.

“Baby…” you whined.

“uh uh…” she moaned back, biting her bottom lip.

“mommy?” You asked, with a whine.

“are you asking or telling?” She leaned forward her breasts brushing your stomach as she slithered up your body, her hands roaming the goosebumps forming on your skin.

“I need you…” you whispered breathlessly.

“need me?… come on, you can do better than that…” she said her hands teasing your excited body, “I’m going to make you beg for my attention.” She chuckled darkly, her pupils blown as she pulled a hard nipple into her mouth.

“mommy I need you.” You whined out begging for her to touch you, to fuck you until you were seeing stars.

“if only they could see you now, the sexy and domineering mayors wife, falling apart at my touch.” She whispered in your ear, one hand traveling down to your core, between your legs where she was lying.

she slowly pulled her middle finger through your folds, teasing you, drawing moans from your plump lips. She knew you well, too well, enough that just her skilled fingers brushing against your sensitive clit was bringing you close to the edge, she moved down the bed her breath warm against your core.

“I-shittt, Regina…” you hissed out as she licked up your slit, pulling your clit into her mouth, letting her tongue make magic, you felt one finger then two slide in as she started pumping them, the black satin fabric around your wrist straining as you tried to touch her. You were so close panting, as you were on the verge of climax, then she pulled out, sitting back up to straddle your hips.

“Ughhh…” you let out a frustrated moan as she had robbed you of your high.

“not yet darling,” she said kissing your lips, her tongue roaming your mouth.

“don’t you taste amazing?” She asked you as you could taste you on her lips, she placed kisses on you neck and breast, leaving dark red marks that would definitely be purple by morning.

“the marks…” you struggled to get out, you would leave them on her in the most discreet places knowing that she hated when anyone else could see and yet here she was leaving them everywhere that someone could and would see them.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to, who’s wife you are, who makes you feel this good.” She said marking your body, hands pulling at the restraints as you tried touching her again.

“Damnit… let me touch you, please.” You begged again.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” She said crawling off of you and standing next to the bed, she stripped of her panties throwing them on the bed next to you, she tied another piece of black satin around your eyes, disappearing into your large walk in closet, you tried peering but the fabric wouldn’t let you see anything.

When she returned you felt as the bed dipped beside you and she undid your wrists, she slowly slid the blindfold from your eyes and you shot up on your knees pulling her into a kiss, but you were quickly met with a hand grabbing your hair and pulling you back.

“be a good girl for mommy.” She said her white teeth peeking through her signature smirk. You looked her over seeing the strap on that she currently wore, the thick black dick staring back at you.

“go ahead… show me what you can do.” she trailed as you lowered yourself in front of her pulling it into your mouth, feeling the bumps and ridges on your tongue. She sat there watching, admiring the perfect view of your ass in front of her. You looked up at her making eye contact as she reached down lifting your chin so she could pull you closer to her.

“you ready?”

“yes, mommy.” You said in a low tone watching her lips lightly part.

“Mm, then be a good girl and ride mommy’s dick.” She said sitting down her back against the pillows, you straddled her lap feeling as she positioned the toy at your entrance and you slowly lowered yourself. You hissed as you felt the slight burn as it stretched you, slowly turning into pleasure, you started grinding your hips against hers, the double sided strap on bringing you both pleasure.

you started moving you pace a little faster, “oh god, shit,” you reached out steadying yourself on the head board, your wife taking in the view, you riding the silicone cock, skin glistening, your boobs bouncing in front of her, it wasn’t long before you were both on the verge of climax, she thrusted up into you matching the pace of your hips, her hands gripping onto your hips helping to guide you, keep you steady. You threw your head back, eyes rolling in pleasure as a loud moan escaped from both of your lips. Your orgasms rocked your body, your legs shaking as you felt your muscles clenching.

You stayed there a moment the toy inside of you both as you sat in her lap, letting your breathing steady, gently kissing her lips, breath ghosting over each other as it slowed, you climbed off of her settling next to her on the bed.

“I would never leave you…” you whispered breathless, “I’m always yours.” You looked at her as she smiled at you and climbed on top of you placing delicate kisses on your lips.

“Dear, I’m not done with you yet.” She whispered in your ear, one hand going down to spread your legs, quickly repositioning herself between them, pushing the silicone toy back into you.

“im not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” you said breathlessly in between moans.

“Not when I’m done with you.” She said thrusting back into you bringing you to the edge of another orgasm.

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@poisonappleeater @thesamesweetie @gayestswiftie

[luna-the-cretar]

The “inability to lie” feycurse is interesting to me, especially for Kremy, because I wonder if it also applies to internal lies. Lies you tell yourself to the point where you start to believe them.

I say this because…well, let’s look at Kremy’s love for unicorns. Sure, if we go meta, obviously this stemmed from the feycurse. Doubt Richie gave it any thought beforehand. But going in-universe, there’s a good chance that maybe Kremy already liked unicorns from beforehand. Maybe since he was a child. But probably had to hide that fact about himself, telling himself that “oh, you can’t be into that, only children like unicorns, and you’re not a child anymore”, until he started to believe it. Well, until the Witchlight Carnival changed that, of course.

Now, about Kremy and his affections for Gideon. Kremy IMMEDIATELY started getting all fidgety once he realized he couldn’t lie anymore, and of course it’s partly because…well…it’s Kremy we’re talking about here. But also what if Kremy was lying to himself about his feelings for Gideon (“oh, it’s totally normal to want to sleep with your best friend. Who you totally feel completely platonic feelings for. Yep.”)—lies which immediately started unraveling once Kremy couldn’t lie anymore, despite trying to still try and lie to himself about them. And, of course, everything reared its head during the wedding, but I’m sure we all know about that by now.

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights cuddling for comfort, but also they're oblivious idiots who are pining over each other but thinks its unrequited

“Ugh,” Duke says, dropping down onto the bench besides Danny.

Danny nudges him with his shoulder. “Rough night?”

“Slept for like an hour,” Duke mutters, “This sucks. My head’s going to burst like balloon and my eyes are about to fall out.”

“Yikes. You know, you could have just canceled for today. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Duke sighs and presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “Maybe, but I would have minded. We barely see each other anymore, man. I’ve missed you.”

“Oh.” Danny bites his lip, trying and failing to stop from smiling. Something soft in his chest glows at the words, a growing spark of happiness in knowing that for this, at least, the feeling is requited. It’s nice to hear that he was missed, and it would be even nicer if Duke wasn’t in pain, pushing himself just because he didn’t want to cancel. Carefully, Danny reaches for him and pulls his hands away from his face. “Here,” he says, “Let me.”

His hands are always cold. Most of him is cold, really — side effect of having an ice core. Sam told him once that his hands were better than an ice pack, and he’s hoping she’s right or this is going to be weird. 

Danny gently presses his fingers against Duke’s temples, his hands cradling Duke’s face. Duke is tense for a few seconds, then abruptly relaxes, leaning into Danny’s hands. 

“Is this helping?” he asks, voice hushed to keep from aggravating Duke’s migraine.

“Mhm. Yeah, it feels great. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke goes completely limp, leaning against Danny. They sit there for a minute in silence, the rest of the world feeling far away. As nice as it is to just exist together, he knows what Duke needs most right now is quiet and stillness. Gotham is very much not that, and every honking car that passes by makes Duke wince, trying to turn away from the road even more.

“Hey, let’s head back to my place. It’s close by, and a lot quieter than out here.”

“Are you sure? I know we planned to go to the arcade today…”

“The arcade can wait. You’re more important.”

Duke blinks open his eyes and looks at Danny with something soft in his gaze. Being so close together, barely any space between them, with Duke looking at him like that makes Danny’s cheeks flush red, unable to think anything but please kiss me.

Which is never going to happen. Duke is his friend, and just his friend, no matter how much Danny wishes they could be something more. It’s a pipe dream, something so impossible it’s almost laughable. 

Duke likes being friends with normal human Danny. He doesn’t want to imagine how he would react if he found out about Danny being half ghost, assuming this imaginary reveal happens without Danny being hunted down and cut open by GIW agents. 

He’s still in hiding, always waiting for the worst as he stays in the apartment his friends (living and dead) had set up for him. The building is for ghosts so it technically doesn’t exists, which means it’s the safest place for Danny while he’s actively being hunted by the US government. 

He can’t be honest with Duke. Can’t be as close to him as he wants to be. Duke deserves more than to be dragged into Danny’s problems and put in danger.

Even so, Danny can’t help but want him around, pushing his luck each time they hang out.

“Come on,” Danny urges, standing up. He pulls his hands away and Duke’s brow immediately furrows, his pain returning. “It’s only a few streets away.”

Duke sighs, then visibly braces himself before he stands up. Danny tucks himself into Duke’s side, taking as much of his weight as he can as he walks them down the street. It’s times like these that he wishes he could reveal his powers safely and just fly them to his apartment. But even without the GIW gunning for his head, showing off powers in Gotham is a sure fire way to get a target painted on his back.

“Almost there,” he says as they turn a corner. 

His apartment doesn’t have a fixed address. It doesn’t have a fixed location at all, drifting around, but it likes this street the most, so this is where it usually is. Danny takes them halfway down the street, then turns into an alley, following his ghost sense. 

Where there’s usually a dead end is instead a building, looking as if it’s always been tucked away in this alley. Danny keeps a tight grip on Duke as they climb the front steps, silently asking for the building to let him stay while he’s with Danny. The door opens easily, which is as good as an agreement, and they’re inside without anything going wrong. The small entrance lobby is empty, with an area for packages filled with clearly magical artifacts carelessly wrapped in bubble wrap. 

Danny drags them past that quickly, hoping Duke doesn’t notice, and calls the elevator down. It arrives silently, the doors opening to let another tenant out. Carefully, Danny positions himself in front of Duke, making sure he doesn’t see how the tenant, who nods at Danny, has a still bleeding wound in his stomach that has him nearly split in half. 

“Alright,” he says, ushering Duke into the elevator, “Just a little ride up and then you can lay down.” He hits the button for the fourth floor and they ride up in silence, Duke dropping his head down to onto Danny’s shoulder again, wrapping his arms around his waist as he stands behind Danny. He’s glad Duke can’t see his face; there’s no doubt that he’s blushing like crazy and if that doesn’t give away his feelings, he doesn’t know what will.

Thankfully the elevator ride isn’t long. If Danny had to go for more than a minute with Duke breathing softly against his neck, his warm hands on his stomach, Danny would have collapsed into a pile of flustered goo.

He opens the door to his apartment and kicks his shoes off. Duke follows in suit, still plastered onto Danny’s back, refusing to let go. 

“Come on,” Danny says, leading him to the couch, “Sit down and I’ll grad you some water and painkillers.”

Duke nods against his shoulder, then slowly detaches himself from Danny and makes his way to the couch. He drops onto it gracelessly, pressing his face into a cushion. 

Danny winces. He must be feeling really bad. He knows how bad migraines can be with sleep deprivation, having suffered through high school with only a few hours of sleep at night, if he got to sleep at all. Frankly, it’s a testament to Duke’s strength that he lasted the entire walk to Danny’s apartment without complaint. 

He returns to the living room with a full glass of water and a bottle of Advil, setting them on the coffee table to crouch next to the couch and place a cold hand on Duke’s cheek. “Hey,” he says softly when Duke turns to look at him, “Is Advil alright? It’s all I had.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke sits up and shakes out three pills, then washes them down with water. He drains the rest of the cup quickly, then falls back against the couch with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

Duke immediately reaches a hand out for him.

“Um?”

“Sit next to me. I feel better when I’m next to you.”

“Oh! Alright. Bet you’re only saying that because my hands are cold.”

“You caught me,” Duke laughs, pulling Danny onto the couch. He goes easily, tucking his legs beneath himself, and places his hands on Duke’s temples again. “Man, I owe you my life.”

“I don’t think my cold hands are worth quite that much.”

Duke hums, but doesn’t say anything else, so Danny settles in and focuses on keeping his hands a little colder than normal. 

The apartment is quiet. No sound from outside can reach them, one of the few ways the building looks after its tenants. Danny and Duke fall against each other, at ease with each other. There’s no need to fill in the silence, and with Duke’s eyes closed, Danny doesn’t have to carefully shove down his feelings and act normal. He indulges in the warmth of Duke’s body pressed against his, a hand on his knee and an arm around his waist. 

He keeps his hands as steady as possible as he looks over Duke, adoring all the little details he can see; a small scar on his chin, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair falls into his face now that it’s long enough to keep in braids.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” Duke murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

You’re cute, he thinks, I feel safe with you. I want to kiss you. I wish I could be brave enough to be honest.

I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave.

“Nothing,” he says. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I might fall asleep though.”

“That’s fine. You know I would never say no to a nap.”

“Come here, then,” Duke says, and before Danny can do anything, Duke gets a stronger grip on his waist and pulls Danny down on top of him as he falls back towards the arm rest and gets his legs on the couch.

“Duke!”

Duke laughs underneath him, and Danny can feel it roll through him. Okay! This is definitely something he’s going to think about… forever. Wow, he can feel Duke’s abs tense up as he laughs, and has he always been ripped? Unfair. Also unfairly hot. 

“Is this alright?” Duke asks, voice soft and quiet. There’s a hesitancy around his words that Danny doesn’t like hearing, and he brings his hands down to sweep his thumbs soothingly over Duke’s cheeks.

“Of course it is, man. I’d never refuse cuddles.”

“Okay. I’m gonna pass out now. Wake me in an hour?”

Danny moves his hands back up to his temples and says, “Sure. Get some rest, Duke. You really need it.”

He feels Duke relax beneath him, breaths slowing down as he begins to fall asleep. It’s peaceful and quiet and Duke is warm in a way Danny never can be with his ice core. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but curled up on the couch with Duke in the safety of an apartment that only barely exists has him drifting off in no time at all.

. . .

(Duke wakes up before Danny. Their legs are tangled together and Duke has moved during his sleep, turning so Danny is held tightly to his chest, his back to the cushions, while Duke is balancing very carefully at the edge of the couch. 

It’s been hours, and he should be heading home soon, but he stays as he is, enjoying this quiet moment for as long as he can have it. Danny is in his arms, safe and content with him, his head no longer hurts beyond a residual ache he can easily ignore, and he can admire how pretty Danny is without being worried about Danny catching his lingering stares. 

These moments are precious to him, rare as they are, and he wants nothing more than to kiss Danny once he’s awake and let his feelings be known.

But the Signal has lots of dangerous people after him, and Gnomon has started causing problems in Gotham again. So he’ll bite his tongue and keep his less platonic feelings buried under lock and key until it’s safe enough for Danny to be around him more often.

And when that time comes, he can only hope that Danny will feel the same way.

That’s all far away from the stillness of Danny’s apartment. All that matters is that he has Danny in his arms. Everything else can wait. 

For now, this is more than enough.)

[anne-chloe]

Imagine : You have just been kidnapped by Peter and his Lost Boys, but they’ve bit off more than they can chew with your modern attitude

“What is she yelling about now?” Peter asks while approaching his loitering boys, the distant yells of your voice infiltrating the main camp.

Devin looks to Peter and shrugs his shoulders, his confused expression mirroring Pans. “Something about… a message?” Devin repeats, unsure if he had even translated your words correctly. None of the boys were accustomed to the native tongue you spoke so fluently in.

“A message?” Peter echoes, his brow arching. “I shall find out what message it is that she has.”

Peter soon appears at the base of the tree, where two bamboo cages hang like trophies in the air. He tugs at a thick rope and begins lowering the cage downwards, ensuring it wouldn’t suddenly drop and harm the hostage inside: you.

He releases the rope and saunters over, a small whistle tune passing his lips as his shadow looms over your face.

You seem to perk up, but your momentary delight morphs into frustration. “About time!” You scoff loudly, waving your hand like a madwoman. In your hand you grip a device unknown to Peter, it’s metallic and sleek looking, otherworldly.

“I am told you have a message…” Peter starts slowly, deliberately drawing out his words to increase the fearful tension you should surely feel. But he is once again surprised as you do not react the way he desired.

“I want to send a message,” you correct, using your pointer finger to gesture to your phone. “There isn’t any signal here. What network does Neverland provide?”

Peter blinks rapidly. He understood almost every word you said individually, but all together they sounded far too much like gibberish. He knew, of course, that the other worlds had evolved over the years, but generally speaking he was able to make a connection with potential lost boys. You, on the other hand were something entirely new.

“Neverland does not support your modern lifestyle,” Peter explains flatly. He approaches the cage until he was leaning on the bars, his fingers wrapping around the bamboo until he swore it would snap between his fingers.

Bizarrely, you sigh and tuck your phone into your pocket before leaning as close as possible to Peter. “Count yourself lucky, magic-boy, or else I’d be calling the police immediately on your ass for kidnapping me.”

And it was with that strange threat that Peter realised how interesting you were as a hostage. Certainly more fascinating than the rest. In fact, you were such a curious being that Peter was debating whether or not he’d release you back to your world once he had gotten what he achieved.

Because who would lose a magnificent source of entertainment like you?

[heatherfield]

@giftober 2024 | Day 2: in bed

🌮🌮🌮

Once Upon a Time, 2.10 “The Cricket Game”

Bonus:

[mokadevs]

day 18: once upon a time

[chloedoesart]

"Yu'll never catch me, ya peck necks!"

A piece I did for the AHiT art prompt "racing"! I suppose the "race" here could be interpreted in two ways... one, where Conductor is literally racing against these bandits, or two, that by making this film Conductor is racing toward the finish line of the Annual Bird Movie Awards. Either way, he sure is racing.

This is a companion piece to my Starry Night prompt submission, as they're meant to be from the same film.

WIPs below the cut!

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

What if instead of sending one of her flying monkeys to seduce Emma and all that, Zelena herself went to NY to seduce Emma and get her revenge on Regina?

Like, she learned that Regina was in love with Emma (and was probably reciprocal) but Regina never had the guts to say anything to Emma and now she's trapped in the EF, away from Emma and their son. So, Zelena decides to go to NY and get her revenge.

Somehow Regina finds out and then finds a way to go after them in NY to save Emma and Henry. Not sure if I would want them back in Storybrooke/EF tho. Maybe just leave them living a peaceful life away from all the drama

[konako]

Werewolves don’t do well in this heat :(

everything sucks >:(

[ouatprompts]

Once upon a time, there was an enchanted forest...

And within that forest, where all the tales came true, the fairytale characters we all know and love, writhed and cried in agony. Snow White bit the apple and never awoke; Prince Charming’s horse fell waylaid by the side of the road, and Belle danced away the night in her cell – until her feet bled and with only a shadow to hold her. In other words:

Welcome to Whumptober: Once upon a time edition.

Below you will find a series of prompts and alternative prompts for the month of October. Each day of the week has been split into topical subsections, ranging from medical monday to supernatural saturday. For each individual day of the month, you will have three 'prompts': two buzz words and one quotation. You are under no obligation to fulfil all three prompts for the day's assignment - just one will do! If you don't like the look of any of the day's prompts, or find anything too triggering, we have also provided ten alternative prompts for you to switch in and out! It's super important that we all have loads of fun above all else, so just write what you can <3

This is general ouat challenge, and as such we welcome any and all ships and characters. We won't tolerate any hateful behaviour, and we ask that you keep any anti-ship/character content moderated or pre-warned. That being said, we'd love to see what everyone creates so please feel free to tag us in your creations!

We created our edition of ouat whumptober for a discord server, but things are always far more fun in numbers! If anyone is interested in joining our server, please feel free to message us for more information <3. Our discord server follows much the same policies as this event, and is open to any ships and characters, from captain swan to swan queen! We're also planning on creating a fluffuary event for February, so please let us know if that's something you'd be interested in!

Now let's go torture our favourite characters! 😈

[fioredimarzoo]

Hey, I have a 🌶 prompt for rumbelle/goldenlace!! and i need someone to fic it!

Cursed Storybrooke, but in the present day. Season one. Rumple has just woken up from the curse, after Emma's arrival, and one random afternoon, while he's on his smartphone, he gets a notification that an onlyf4ns creator he subscribed to has just posted a photo (the nickname is something like luvlace(?) bookishluvxoxo, idk). Rumple, having nothing better to do, decides to take a look (well, he's paying for whatever this photo is!) and there he sees his Belle for the first time in years, with less clothes than he was used to seeing her wear. First reaction: shock! he smashes his phone somewhere!

His Belle is alive and... not dressed!

[drghostwrite]

Spellbound

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: we all know that Regina cursed herself to never have kids when her mother was trying to get an heir, that way the throne couldn’t be stolen from her. But while cursed to be in Storybrooke she met you the love of her life and now wants nothing more than to start a family with you, but what happens when she realizes she can’t be the one to carry. This is straight fluff, maybe with a little, if you squint, implied smut.

******************************************************** Being the only detective in a small town had its perks and it disadvantages. You stumbled into your home at some ungodly hour of the morning, something that wasn’t a stranger to you. Your body and mind were exhausted, willing your muscles to move. With a wave of your hand you tried taking off your boots but nothing happened, no swirl of green, even your magic was useless after the last 48 hours that you’d had.

You bent down unzipping your heeled boots and kicking them off by the door, tossing your keys in the bowl as you slipped off your long coat. Dropping your leather purse by the door, you shuffled your tired body towards the kitchen.

“Regina?” You called quietly. You didn’t expect to see her silhouette standing there her ring glinting in the moonlight proving that your wife was indeed standing there. No, you expected her to be safe and warmly wrapped up under the covers of your shared bed, sleeping soundly, waiting until you got home to wrap her in your warm embrace as you fell asleep beside her.

"Darling..." she said letting out a disappointed sigh, she pressed her hands against the counter running one hand over her forehead brushing her dark hair out of her face, as you flicked on the kitchen lights. You saw her as she looked back down to the glass she had in front of her.

"Hey..." you whispered walking over to her and running your hands up and down her arms, gently pressing your front into her back, "It's 2 am, what're you doing up?"

"couldn't sleep..." she whispered, you could hear in her voice that something was bothering her, she had a rasp that only ever came out if she had been crying.

"have you been crying?" you asked coming in beside her your hip bumping into against the counter as one hand stayed securely on her lower back. You heard her sniffle before a well-manicured hand flicked her hair out of her face as she turned towards you with a pitiful smile as she realized she couldn't hide from you, you could see her eyes were red and puffy from crying. You watched a slow tear roll down her cheek as her fake smile quickly faded, another tear fell and you quickly reached out pulling her into your arms.

She tucked her head into the crook of your neck and you could feel as slow tears fell, her breath soft against your neck as your fingers raked through her silky raven hair. "Love, what's going on?" you asked rubbing your hand soothingly on her back, hugging her tighter into you.

"It's nothing..." she said her breathing evening out as she steadied in your arms.

"It's something if you're crying in our kitchen at 2 am." you said pulling her back and holding her arms, you looked into her eyes and she decided whether or not to tell you.

"It's..." she started, she was going to try and deflect you again,

"Regina Mills, I am your wife, whatever it is you can tell me..." you said sternly, seeing snother tear slowly roll down her cheek and using your thumb to swipe it away. she leaned into your embrace, her hand coming to grasp your wrist as you held her cheek.

"I-I want a baby... I want to start a family with you..." she spit it out, and another tear fell as she nervously looked into your eyes, waiting for your reaction.

"So let's have a baby..." you suggested, but instead she shook her head.

"We can't... o-orrr... I can't... I-uhm, back in the enchanted forest, my mother tried to set me up so I would get pregnant and give her a heir... the only person that could take the throne from me... So I cursed myself to never be able to have children..." she trailed off in thought

"But..."

"But I never expected that I'd fall in love again, let alone with an amazing woman that I'd want to start a family with... seeing you with Henry and just loving you, it's shown me so much and I just want to be able to have and raise a baby with you."

"We still can... we can still have a baby, we can start a family."

"But how... and don't say adopt, i love Henry and I would do it all again, but I want to have a baby with you."

"So then let me carry the baby..."

"I can't ask you to do that, with your job..."

"Yes you can, I'm your WIFE, your partner, and when we have a baby... well then I'll be your baby mama." you joked trying to add a little bit of your signature charm to the conversation making her smirk.

"Y/N this isn’t your burden to bare, I did it to myself, so I have to deal with it..."

"Regina look at me," you waited until she met your eyes, "no you don't... we do this together."

"but your job, you love taking cases and working with Emma when she goes on calls..." she said trying to distance herself and give you an excuse.

"You're right I really do love my job," you said and watched as her face fell in disappointment, "but this right here, this..." you said picking up her hand and placing your palms against each other, she interlaced your fingers and you saw her ring glint under the soft lights.

"This is more important to me, building a family with you is more important to me than anything in the entire world, I would give up my badge, my career, my entire life just to be with you."

"even if it meant 9 months of back aches and morning sickness..." she chuckled.

"As long as I'm carrying your baby, I don't care what I have to go through, cause in the end we'll have a beautiful baby." you smiled back at her before kissing her.

"I knew I married you for a reason," she laughed before letting her head fall against your chest. Relief flooded her features as you chased away all of her fears, the fear that you would reject her, that no one would ever love her, that you would turn your back and she would never get the family you wanted.

"oh you mean it wasn't because I have great boobs, a great ass and I know how to handle you in bed... oh and I cook, and clean, and I'm like the best wife ever," you said rambling before she placed a kiss on the outline of your jaw.

"Well yeah all of those things too," her soft plump lips meeting yours, "but I could use a refresher course on how you handle me in bed..."

"hmm... only on one condition."

"and what's that?" she teased grinning up at you.

"we try for that baby tonight..." you kissed her teasingly.

"doesn't that mean I have to handle you," she poked, her hands softly running up your sides.

"I guess it would..." you spun around slipping from her grasp and pulling her towards the stairs that lead upstairs to your room. She had a smile lacing her lips as she playfully looked at you questioningly.

"Well what do you say my love... do we wanna try for our first baby or not?" you quickly moved up the stairs pulling you after her as she chuckled. Closing the door as you pulled her into your shared bedroom.

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Headcanons for being in the throuple with Killian and Charming...

The sex. Oh god the sex.

It's so good like mind-imploding, body trembling, toes curling good.

Every time the three of you have sex, there's always something new and god, how does it get better every time?

A little healthy competition is the answer to that. The two of them compete to see who can make you moan the loudest, orgasm the hardest...

Killian's great with his mouth and David's great with his hands.

They're both kinky as hell. You expected it from Killian but David surprised you.

Killian has a breeding kink, rough/bdsm kink, he likes making you beg, likes teasing you.

David likes to have a hand around your neck, likes teasing you and denying you orgasms; he likes how whiny and annoyed you get. He soon develops a breeding kink after watching how turned on you get with Killian. He likes watching the two of you as well and then once Killian's finished, he smirks and makes some joke about how now he'll show you what a good time actually is.

They're both incredibly kind and sweet to you.

Adjusting to life as a throuple has it's struggles but you navigate them together. They understand that you need time alone, with them both and with them separate so they plan out a schedule but it doesn't need to be followed completely. Just a guide but if you feel differently on the day, that's okay with them.

David takes you out for coffee after work. Holding hands as you walk through the town, laughing and leaning on his broad shoulders. He's sweet and charming and will kiss your forehead so gently that you just melt every time. When he kisses you, you go weak at the knees and your heart races.

Killian takes you out on the sea at the weekends, always bringing you a fun adventure. He'll dance with you on the deck and kiss you fast and hard and god you could do that all day.

Going out to dinner with the two of them, having a few drinks and singing in the streets as you stagger home (David ends up having to take care of the two of you the next morning as you nurse bad hangovers).

The two of them would do anything for you; no matter what. If it meant keeping you safe, they'd go to extreme lengths.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Kinktober 2024 info post/prompt list

hey guys! I decided to open up my askbox for kinktober this year. these are a few prompts I decided to collect and put into one post that way it'll be easier for my followers to find and so they'll know which ones I'll feel comfortable with writing. if you're another writer feel free to reblog or use any of the prompts on this list if you want to <3

note: I won't have any set days or characters this year, it's more of a first come first serve sort of thing. I recommend sending in your ask for kinktober earlier this month that way I can make sure it gets finished and posted in time. check my character list* to see who I write for, and feel free to ask any questions if you have them <3

*(speaking of my character list, I may or may not add a few new fandoms to the list within the next coming weeks, so make sure you keep an eye on that)

hand kink

breath play/choking

blood play/kink

biting/marking kink

dry humping/grinding/clothed sex

free use kink

oral fixation

mirror sex

edging/overstimulation

public sex

roleplay

thigh riding

dirty talk

impact play/spanking/slapping/etc

boot worship

sexting/phone sex

pegging

cockwarming

make-up sex

praise kink

degrading/humiliation kink

bondage/restraints

somnophilia

knife/gun play

striptease

double penetration

mutual masturbation

morning/sleepy sex

striptease

wet dream

against a wall

voyeurism/exhibitionism

pet play

collaring/ownership kink

cum play

dacryphilia

feederism (feeding kink)

sex toys

hair pulling

breeding kink

wax play

sex pollen/aphrodisiac

begging

corruption kink

fingering

facial

prostitution/sex work

car sex

thighfucking/tittyfucking

oral sex (including facefucking/facesitting)

lingerie

uniform kink

anal sex

threesome/foursome/moresome

caught in the act

medical kink

being recorded

aftercare

a few more things:

these are just some general ideas for prompts that you can send in. you can request as many times as you like but please try not to send in more than two or three prompts with one character at a time

I'll do my best to keep the reader completely gender neutral when I can, but when I can't they'll most likely be afab unless requested or otherwise specified. I feel the most comfortable writing afab readers in general, especially transmasc readers as I'm transmasc myself, but that doesn't mean I won't write amab readers because I absolutely will

please be specific when requesting! especially in terms of which character, the reader's gender, and who's on the receiving end of the kink (for example, jennifer check marking up a fem reader). the less specific you are, the more likely I am to take artistic liberties with my writing. some people are okay with that, and some aren't, so that's just a heads up beforehand

requests can be sent in whenever you want from now until the end of october, but again keep in mind the earlier you send it in the sooner it'll be written/get done and the more likely it is to get posted quicker once the month of kinktober officially starts

Kinktober 2024 masterlist to be posted on September 30th <3