#thirteen ghosts prompts

[stardustprompts]

thirteen ghosts  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  language , blood , death

'oh, bad! that's one way to describe it. uh, 'insane' seems a little more appropriate.'

'it is my professional opinion that we should get the hell out of here. now!'

'I just need to take the edge off.'

'careful, (name). don't get too curious.'

'who are you to play god?'

'playing's for children.'

'I thought you were psychic.'

'that's not how it works and you know it!'

'perhaps we'll meet again in another life.'

'you crazy son of a bitch, what did you do?'

'you're being paranoid and overprotective.'

'I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, alright? but I need you to stay with me.'

'don't laugh at me.'

'not so fast, you gotta cater to my ego first.'

'don't touch me.'

'how's your head?'

'they're kids, what'd you expect?'

'just this once, don't argue with me.'

'what part of that code are you having trouble cracking?'

'I don't see any ghosts.'

'I want you to do me a favor and stop with all the haunted house nonsense. okay?'

'you don't have to scream, alright? just ... chill.'

'no, I don't think we should split up.'

'I told you, I can't see any ghosts.'

'it's a ghost! just like I've been saying all night.'

'there are ghosts around us all the time. most of them, they can't hurt is. most of them don't wanna hurt us. but there are exceptions.'

'there's no such thing as ghosts.'

'don't speak. don't move.'

'I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.'

'it looks to me like I'm saving your ass.'

'if you want help, you gotta help me first.'

'can I rely on you not to get me killed?'

'what the hell are you doing here?!'

'stop dragging your ass, man!'

'you got something to say, say it.'

'let's start with this is all your goddamn fault!'

'if you haven't noticed, I'm a little bit of a freak!'

'I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes!'

'so yeah, I'm depraved. and (name) was my friend and he accepted me!'

'he didn't accept you, you're pathetic! he used you!'

'god, I've been trying to help you.'

'love is the most powerful energy.'

'I don't read latin.'

'it doesn't add up. it doesn't make any sense. there's gotta be a better way.'

'how much of this equation makes any sense at all?'

'I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cuz that would suck.'

'why are you so mad at me? I did everything you asked me to do.'

'you're not mad at me, are you?'

'I've been looking for a reason to like myself for a long time.'

'greatness requires sacrifice.'

'I'm nothing without you.'

'the world has no time for little people like you. it needs people who are willing to do anything for greatness.'

'I am sick of this nanny shit.'

'this was not in the job description. I quit!'

[augment-techs]

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE "Really nice guy who only hates you" + Javelia JUST CAUZ :D

( i don’t mind the word limit XD)

She hadn't even been LOOKING for a haunted apartment; she just wanted to live somewhere within walking distance of her new campus that didn't cost an arm and a leg (aka the bulk of her shitty coffee shop job) that didn't smell like piss and body odor.

But even if Amelia had been looking for somewhere that was supposed to be haunted, she probably still wouldn't have signed a lease so airtight after the (extremely sexy) ghost decided his fun came in being a petty bitch...

@skyland2703

[obeymetournaments]

It's finally here...!

Obey Me Month!! Going from October 1 - 31 2024, i have made prompts for every single day of the month!

any sort of work can be made for this: art, fics, edits, and so much more! whatever your heart desires <3

please be sure to tag this blog and use the tag 'obey me month' if you want your piece to be reblogged!! depending how many pieces are sent my way, i may or may not start up a queue--so your piece might not be reblogged right away. however! i plan on trying to make sure i do reblog each every piece on its designated day. if for whatever reason i do not see or reblog your piece, please do not be afraid to message me! furthermore, please make sure to tag your pieces correctly! this is mainly about pieces that may be 18+ (especially x readers ^^;;), so that people can filter that out if they want to. i will be reblogging explicit pieces if they are made, but just know i'll be using the tag of ''explicit'' on those pieces so people can filter on my own page.

i'm sure many are wondering this, but you do not have to do every single prompt!! this is just all for fun of course, so do whatever prompts whenever you want! do whatever calls out the most to you and is the most fun <3

you can start creating right now of course, but just know i'll only start reblogging pieces in October! along with that, if a certain prompt isn't screaming out to you, then feel free to use the extra prompts listed below! that's what they're there for, in case you're not feeling any specific prompt <3

got more questions? please send them!! depending how many i get, i may make an FAQ for this, so that people with similar questions can find answers. if you have a question, i may also have answered it under the OM Month Questions tag!!

i absolutely cannot WAIT for october!! i hope you are all as excited as i am for this <3 and again, i hope you all have fun with this and create some beautiful pieces of art!!!!

(Written prompts under the cut) (color-coded so that it's slightly easier to read)

October 1: Lucifer October 2: Reminiscence October 3:Mammon October 4: Magic October 5: Leviathan October 6: Autumn Leaves October 7: Satan October 8: Curse October 9: Asmodeus October 10: Pumpking Carving October 11: Beelzebub October 12: Haunting October 13: Belphegor October 14: Witch October 15: Simeon

October 16: Midnight October 17: Luke October 18: Past/Future October 19: Solomon October 20: Hot Cider October 21: Barbatos October 22: Fallen Angel October 23: Thirteen October 24: Graveyard October 25: Raphael October 26: Horror Movie/Game October 27: Mephistopheles October 28: Demon Form October 29: Growth/Change October 30: Family October 31: Diavolo

ALT prompts: Witching Hour Halloween Costume Summoning Fear & Phobias Ghost

[konigsblog]

2023 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

general masterlist. photo credit @yumethefrostypanda

this masterlist features characters from call of duty modern warfare 2, as well as a few from black ops and ghosts. completed masterlist.

this may feature darker and more serious topics. not for minors, so don't interact. otherwise you'll be blocked.

day one, knife kink. (ghost x f! reader)

day two, size kink. (könig x f!reader)

day three, wax play. (soap x f!reader)

day four, intoxication kink. (gaz x f!reader)

day five, corruption kink. (price x f!reader)

day six, virginity loss. (alejandro x f!reader)

day seven, breeding kink. (könig x f!reader)

day eight, body worship. (rodolfo x m!reader)

day nine, age gap. (graves x m!reader)

day ten, pet play. (keegan x gn!reader)

day eleven, werewolf. (soap x f!reader)

day twelve, humilation. (sub!alejandro x f!reader)

day thirteen, somnophillia. (rodolfo x f!reader)

day fourteen, tentacles. (eldtrich!könig x f!reader)

day fifteen, overstimulation. (price x f!reader)

day sixteen, orgasm denial. (ghost x f!reader)

day seventeen, gloryhole. (gaz x f!reader)

day eighteen, double penetration. (gaz x soap x f!reader)

day nineteen, dub-con/persuasion. (price x f!reader)

day twenty, breath play. (ghost x gn!reader)

day twenty one, spanking. (graves x f!reader)

day twenty two, humilation. (frank woods x f!reader)

day twenty three, cock and ball torture. (soap x m!reader)

day twenty four, dub-con/blackmail (russell adler x f!reader)

day twenty five, deep throat. (hesh x f!reader)

day twenty six, face sitting. (alejandro x f!reader)

day twenty seven, intoxication kink. (price x f! reader)

day twenty eight, dry humping. (könig x f!reader)

day twenty nine, plugs. (keegan x f!reader)

day thirty, virginity loss. (rodolfo x f!reader)

day thirty one, gangbang. (141)

...

— @konigsblog, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

you may use this if you'd like, i will be writing each prompt for each day, so please don't request it in my inbox. i will get around to it when it's that day.

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[hazbinshusk]

day thirteen of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober:

cream pie/cum eating (stolitz x reader)

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Stolas’ feathers are wonderfully, gloriously soft against your cheek, albeit ruffled and stained with the drool dripping from your parted lips as Blitzø fucks you from behind. You’re laying on Stolas’ stomach, cradled by his long, slim legs and braced up on your knees. Blitzø’s hands are clutching at your hips, claws digging into the soft flesh, his touch a stark contrast to the gentle way the owl prince is stroking your hair.

“Oh, darling, doesn’t he feel so good?” Stolas coos, petting your cheek. You smile up at him dazedly, whimpering as Blitzø gives a particularly hard thrust into your dripping cunt. Stolas pouts down at you in faux-sympathy, ghosting clawed fingers over your skin to push your hair away from your forehead. “Tell Blitzy how much you love having his big, thick cock inside you.”

“I do,” you moan, arching your back as Blitzø smooths a hand over the curve of your ass and squeezes. “I love it.”

“Love what, pet?” Stolas prompts teasingly.

“I…” You try to bury your face in his chest but he hooks a claw under your chin. “I love his… unh, his cock in-inside me.”

“Mmm,” Stolas smiles. “Good girl.”

“Fuck, you two are good for my ego,” Blitzø snickers through gritted teeth, and you jump as the spade of his tail snaps against your ass. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, you are milkin’ my dick, sweets.”

You can feel goosebumps rise over your thighs as Blitzø retakes your hips and pulls you back in time with his thrusts, the sound of flesh meeting flesh rising. You can feel your thighs slick with your own excitement, feel the addictive ache between them as Blitzø’s cock fills and stretches you every time he bottoms out inside you. Blitzø grabs at your tail, winding it around his fist and gripping the base of it tight. At the same time, Stolas slips a hand beneath you, delicate fingers finding your clit.

“Oh, fuck!” you half-laugh, half-moan as the sensations flood through you. Stolas chuckles at your reaction, continuing to stroke your hair as he teases your clit. Blitzø curses aloud as you tighten around him, and when he tugs hard on your tail you cum, hard. The only thing that stops you from collapsing is Blitzø’s grip on your hips, and your orgasm does nothing to slow him down. “Fuck, Blitz, I can’t…”

“Yes, you fuckin’ can,” Blitzø growls, pressing himself down against your back. You feel his mouth graze your shoulder, and Stolas pushes himself up onto an elbow to bring the imp into a messy, hungry kiss. Blitzø groans into the kiss, his hips stuttering against yours. “Fuck, Stols… shiiiit…”

Stolas quickens his fingers against your clit just as Bltizø begins to lose control, and when your cunt tightens like a vice with another orgasm Blitzø moans, loud and rough as he spills himself deep into you. He keeps pumping until you can feel him begin to soften inside you, his breathing laboured. Blitzø continues to exhale a mixture of curses and slightly offensive ‘praise’, and Stolas hoots happily at the show the two of you have provided as Blitzø slides his cock slowly out of you.

“Satan, that was…” you let your head fall back down onto Stolas’ feathers, inhaling the scent of expensive oils and the delicate note of his own exertion. “That was fucking great.”

“Damn fuckin’ right it was, tits.” Blitzø replies, and you yelp as he smacks you appraisingly on the ass.

The owl fakes a pout as he watches Blitzø stretch his arms out above his head. “I have to admit, Blitzy, I’m a bit jealous that our darling girl was the one who got to feel your hot cum fill up her tight little—”

“Fuck, you’re greedy,” you laugh breathlessly, and Stolas makes it up to you by stroking his hand down your spine. “You could at least let us catch our breath before you start angling for round… what, four?”

“Six,” Blitzø interjects cockily, moving up the bed to kneel beside Stolas’ shoulder. “C’mon, birdie. Quit complainin’; you’re on clean-up.”

Stolas grins, and you watch as he curls his long tongue around Blitzø’s softening cock and draws him into his eager mouth. The imp groans as the owl prince sucks him clean, reaching out to run his hand through your sweat-damp hair.

“Fuck, Stols…” he mutters, shuddering as the owl suckles teasingly at his tip. Blitzø lets him linger for a few moments after his cock is well and truly clean. Stolas squawks in surprise and arousal as the imp suddenly grabs hold of his crown feathers and jerks his head back. He grins down at him, pupils dilated and smirk wicked. “Her turn.”

You whimper as the two of them roll you off of Stolas and onto your back. You moan to the ceiling and your hips rise off the mattress as Stolas suddenly buries his face between your legs. He buries his tongue deep inside your cunt and you fist your hands in the sheets, eyes rolling back at the sudden overstimulation.

Blitzø snickers as he watches your reaction. “That’s fuckin’ adorable – it’s like you’re possessed.”

“Sh-shut up, Blitz—” you whine, and his laughter doubles. You curse as he reaches down to roll his fingers over your clit just as Stolas thrusts his tongue deep into you, and your whole body seizes up as you cum again, your hand clutching at Blitzø’s shoulder. “Fuck!”

Blitzø grins in satisfaction, his hand fisting the base of his cock. “So… round six?”

[defectivehero]

"Don't touch me," the villain hisses, writhing in the hero's arms as they're unwillingly carried around.

"Would you prefer if I dropped you?" The hero hums, their eyes set on the skies ahead. "Left you to fall thirteen stories and collide with the pavement? That's certainly an option." They shrug.

"You wouldn't dare," the villain claims with manufactured confidence. Truthfully, their heart is racing in their chest as the two of them soar higher and higher in the sky. They have never quite trusted their enemy—and for good reason. Their morality runs rather grey for a hero, and the villain wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they took advantage of their momentary weakness to cause them even more pain.

The hero shrugs in response to the villain's accusation. Meanwhile, the villain clings on a little tighter, resolutely ignoring the laughter rumbling in their enemy’s chest.

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[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #48

When the Fentons decided that they wanted to make(in their lab) and raise a half-ghost child, they weren’t expecting to come out with a litter of thirteen healthy little halfas. But the parents took care of and named them all.

First came Dipper, a redheaded male. Second was Star, a bright blonde female. Next was Orion, a dirty blonde male. Then Abby, a raven haired female. Indigo, a very dark purple haired female. Cleo, a soft dirty blonde female. Danny, a raven haired male. Sarah, a light redheaded female. Jake, a salt-and-pepper haired male. George, a blonde male. Kate, a black haired female. Aurora, a white haired female. Lastly Luna, a silver haired female, the runt.

They all played, slept, and ate in the nursery, which was a large spare bedroom right next to the master bedroom.

Unfortunately what the Fentons didn’t know was that ghost children will kill and eat their litter mates; so that only the strongest will survive into adulthood. And it wasn’t until one-year-old Danny killed and started trying to eat George that they learned that.

After they locked Danny in a small cell in the lab and wrapped up George’s body in a soft blanket, they sought out one of their allies in the Ghost Zone, the Lunch Lady, and asked her what they should do. She told them that it was a natural and necessary part of the kid’s development, and that they should give George’s body to Danny to eat and gain energy from. When they asked how many are likely to survive she said that since there were thirteen it was possible four or five could make it, but it would likely be two or three to end up alive by the time they finished high school.

A lot of years and a lot of fratricide later, the five to survive till high school were Dipper, Star, Orion, Danny, and Luna. Really the only reason the runt even made it to their /fourth/ birthday was because Danny had taken a liking to her and defended her when their other siblings tried to attack her.

Unfortunately Star made the mistake of threatening Luna in the cafeteria in school with Danny in earshot; and very publicly, five became four.

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎFall Fest with Millie! (Flufftober)⋆౨ৎ

Welcome to Fall Fest/Flufftober! Every day of October I will be posting a fall related blurb, fic, or imagine with Billy, Coryo, or Alex from various AUs. This is the masterlist with every link 🫶 Enjoy!

౨ৎDay One: Apple picking with Peacekeeper Coriolanus

౨ৎDay Two: Billy helps witch reader make potions

౨ৎDay Three: Sylph (you are famed as a maneater, a monster. When Billy meets you he finds out the truth)

౨ৎDay Four: Coriolanus watches a horror movie with you

౨ৎDay Five: You and Billy go for a stroll under the full moonlight

౨ৎDay Six: Selcouth (Billy x undead reader)

౨ৎDay Seven: You and Billy dress up your baby girl for her first Halloween

౨ৎDay Eight: Coriolanus takes the night off to bake fall treats with you

౨ৎDay Nine: You tell ghost Billy all about the festivities in town

౨ৎDay Ten: Billy brings home a black cat

౨ৎDay Eleven: Pirate Billy teaches Mermaid Reader about Halloween

౨ৎDay Twelve: You think there's a ghost in the mansion and Coriolanus comforts you

౨ৎDay Thirteen: Coriolanus isn't fond of moths

౨ৎDay Fourteen: You and Billy rake leaves together

౨ৎDay Fifteen: Peacekeeper Coriolanus takes you to a local haunted house

౨ৎDay Sixteen: You're home alone waiting for Alex

౨ৎDay Seventeen: You're scared from a ghost story told around the campfire and Billy comforts you

౨ৎDay Eighteen: You and Alex visit a cemetery

౨ৎDay Nineteen: Peacekeeper Coriolanus and you go to a rowdy party in District Twelve

౨ৎDay Twenty: Billy paints your pregnant belly

౨ৎDay Twenty-One: Tender is the Night (Part Two) (ghost Billy x reader)

౨ৎDay Twenty-Two: Witch Reader introduces Billy to her forest friends

౨ৎDay Twenty-Three: You and Alex go to a Halloween party

౨ৎDay Twenty-Four: Millennium (vampire reader x Billy)

౨ৎDay Twenty-Four Part Two: Alex and you go to a haunted house

౨ৎDay Twenty-Five: You and Peacekeeper Coriolanus get lost in the woods

౨ৎDay Twenty-Six: You and Alex get lost in a corn maze

౨ৎDay Twenty-Seven: You and Alex take a drive through the country to see the leaves

౨ৎDay Twenty-Eight: As Coriolanus' First Lady, it's your job to plan a party

౨ৎDay Twenty-Nine: You steadily become more stressed and Coriolanus becomes more worried as the party planning progresses

౨ৎDay Thirty: The night of yours and Coriolanus' party

౨ৎDay Thirty-One: You're alone on Halloween in the city and Alex comes to see you

Thank you so much to @kellielovesmovies for helping me put this list of prompts together!

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 1st: Parents | Runaway - Sword | Youthful cw: allusions to neglectful and alcoholic parent, police, incarceration [happy ending promised, as always!] read on ao3 | link to series on ao3

Eddie runs away from home for the last time when he’s thirteen years old. 

The ground beneath his feet is barely visible, barely felt against the worn soles of his too-small sneakers as he runs through the familiar trails of Hawkins’ forest. He’s run away before, usually sneaking out in the middle of the night when he hears the tell-tale silence of his father falling into a drunken stupor on the couch, but this time feels different. This time, he’s actually running, no backpack or hastily thrown together bag of essentials to weigh him down. 

He hadn’t had time, not with so many police cars showing up at once. 

His breath comes in quick bursts, just enough oxygen to carry him off the beaten path onto a path only he knows. It comes without markers or posts. Why would there be signs here? No one else needs the most direct route between Clyde Munson and Wayne Munson’s homes. A 10-minute run, quicker if he sprints like he is now, connects two different worlds and only one feels safe. 

Uncle Wayne has, for much of Eddie’s life, been home. He’s lived with him on and off for a few months at a time, sometimes after dear old dad had been hauled away by Officer Hopper again and other times, when he’d simply run away and his dad couldn’t be bothered to track him down. Eddie spent nearly a year with his Uncle Wayne after his mom died, a wonderful year where Eddie experienced an actual parent and got to figure out things he actually enjoys– fantasy books, D&D, music with intense virtuosity and aggressive guitar lines. He never should’ve gone back, but the guilt ate at him. Maybe it���ll be different, he’d thought at the time. Maybe he’ll care now. 

The fact that he’s running through the woods at full speed away from what could only be defined as a fucking siege with his dad at the center is all the answer he needs. There’s nothing he can do to help his dad– there’s nothing he should do, because he’s a kid at the end of the day and he never should’ve been put in this situation to begin with. 

Eddie shakes his head as he runs, shaking the thoughts from his brain as he hears the familiar, comforting sounds of people talking in the distance. He barrels through the tree-line into one of his Uncle’s neighbors who steadies him by the shoulders, checks him over quickly to find nothing physically wrong. 

“You alright, son? Looks like you seen a ghost.” 

Nope, just a nightmare, he thinks.

Eddie shakes his head and looks around frantically for Wayne, out of breath. “No, no, I’m– I’m fine. Is Uncle Wayne home?” 

“Eddie?” As though summoned, Wayne appears in the doorway of his own trailer a few lots down. Eddie shrugs out of the neighbor’s touch and runs toward the voice, the one that makes his brain slow down from the spinning wheel it’s been on since the first fist pounded on his dad’s door. 

“Wayne, thank God, thank fuck,” Eddie mutters as he runs into him, hugging him unabashedly around the middle. His fingers dig tightly into Wayne’s back, clutching the fabric of his familiar flannel and grounding himself as Wayne hugs him back. 

“I’m uh, I’m glad to see you, too, kid. Everything alright?” Wayne tone is questioning, rightfully so. He doesn’t know yet that Clyde’s been arrested and likely won’t get out this time, or that Eddie’s here to stay. 

Hours later though, after Eddie’s shared his side of the story and Wayne’s made him a mug of his famous hot chocolate, the police arrive. Officer Hopper assures Eddie that he’s in no trouble, that he didn’t need to run, that he’ll never need to run from Clyde again. 

“I know you’ve got a lot of your stuff still at the house. You got family around to stay with?” Officer Hopper asks, looking at Eddie but clearly asking Wayne. 

“‘Course he does, he’s here, ain’t he?” Wayne nods at Officer Hopper and Eddie catches the interaction. “My old van ain’t much– she needs some work– but should be enough to get us back and forth with your stuff, Ed.” 

The van is more than enough for the barebones possessions Eddie cares to bring: an old acoustic guitar that belonged to his mom, a worn paperback copy of The Fellowship of the Ring gifted to him by Wayne, and some clothes and odds and ends. 

Years later, after he runs again and somehow lives to tell the tale, he returns to what still stands of the trailer with Wayne. Most of their belongings are either destroyed or damaged beyond repair but it doesn't matter to Eddie. 

Home was never the trailer he ran to– just the family inside of it.

[guy-writes]

“Ye know they say this house is haunted” (John “Soap” Mactavish x GN! Reader)

Warnings: Shadow figures? No pronouns for reader other than ‘you,’ pre-established relationship, Johnny scares reader lol

You and Johnny are taking a small road trip to stay at his family’s farm, he decides to make a quick pit stop to show you an old hang out spot of his. It does not go as he planned… 

For @glitterypirateduck vacation mode challenge! This was inspired by prompts 42: Ghost tour (even though ya’ll aren't touring lol) and 77: Road trip. This was also heavily inspired by something that happened to me, sadly I didn’t have Soap there to help lmao

“What is this?”

“An abandoned house.”

“I know, but that doesn’t explain why we’re here…”

You and Johnny had been on your way to visit his parents’ farm. It would be a nice getaway for you both, considering how hectic your lives have been recently. 

Well, that was before Johnny – under the guise of ‘taking a short cut’ – had led you here, to this abandoned house. It had definitely seen better days. The outside was rotting, shingles had fallen off and there were a few holes near the bottom of the house. The windows were either boarded up or broken and whatever paint was left was clinging onto the brick for dear life. You watched as Johnny walked over to the rickety stairs and tested his foot on it, decided it was alright, then walked up them to get to the door. 

“Johnny- what the hell are you doing?” 

“Aw, c’mon, I just wanted tae show ye the old hang out spot.” 

“You and your friends hung out here?” You gave the house a once over again before giving him a deadpan stare. It didn’t help that the sun was setting. It wasn’t hard to believe he and friends used to hang out here, this was Johnny you were talking about. The more you stared at him the more he was giving you that look. The look that pleaded with you to just humour him this once. Sadly it worked- It always did. You found that your feet had taken you right beside him on those rickety stairs. He gave you a cheeky grin before taking your hand in his and opening the door. It creaked so loudly, Johnny opened it so fast that the door hit the wall with a bang. 

“...Oops,” he didn’t look all that apologetic and stepped forward, gently pulling you along with him. You both stepped inside and immediately were hit with the scent of dust and mildew. 

The inside didn’t look that much better than the outside. It was rotting away in there, most of the furniture was gone but the ones that remained were covered in greenery that was taking over. The floor had a few holes, when you looked up you could even see into the second floor. The floral wallpaper (or what was left of it) was peeling or ripped off the walls. You coughed lightly from the amount of dust in here and covered your nose. 

“Ye know they say this house is haunted,” Johnny said, he had a mock serious look on his face.

“Ah, now you're pulling my leg,” you gave him an unimpressed look, the only thing haunting this house was the dust. You let go of his hand and started poking around the house, might as well do something. Going near the kitchen you spotted nothing in particular, besides some debris and a lone table. 

“It’s true, this house is basically a legend… They say a farmer and his wife lived here, but somethin’ happened that made the wife go a wee bit mad before murderin’ her husband.”

“Johnny, that sounds like something thirteen year olds tell each other on the playground…” You grumbled out, growing more and more unimpressed at him. You were starting to think he was up to no good. He gave you a small pout before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. 

“Fine, don’t believe me, but when ye encounter the angry ghost of the wife don’t come runnin’ to me for help,” he imparted before sauntering over to the stairs and going up to the second floor. You could hear the creaky floorboard under his feet as he walked around. You rolled your eyes before exploring the kitchen more. You noticed that under the table there were newer floorboards, like someone fixed that area up. You pushed the table away, seeing that it was a crawl space, you lifted up the cover and discovered some photos. 

You picked one up and saw a younger looking version of Johnny along with four other kids. They looked to be goofing off in the living room of the house, it looked much cleaner than it does now. Johnny still has that boyish grin that he gets when he’s having fun. You smiled, taking a look through the other photos in the pile. Most of them were of Johnny and his friends goofing around or fixing up the place. While shuffling through the pile you heard a loud bang coming from the second floor. It made you jump and whip your head around towards the stairs. 

“Johnny! Are you alright?!” You shouted.

Johnny never answered you.

Growing a bit concerned you pocketed the photos and walked over to the stairs. You looked up towards the foyer and saw nothing there. You shuffled your feet, starting to grow uneasy now. It was too quiet, besides the wind that was howling. The upstairs looked darker than the rest of the house, that’s where most of the boarded up windows were.

“Johnny?” You called out again.

Still no response.

“John MacTavish, this isn’t funny!” You shouted. You swore you heard some shuffling towards the end of the foyer. But you still got no answer from him. You huffed, growing more uneasy but now you were frustrated. 

“Soap I swear to god if you scare me…” You called out again before moving to go up the stairs. Once you made it to the top, there were three rooms presented. Two seemed to be bedrooms and one was a bathroom. It was way dustier up here than downstairs. You grumbled as you walked over to the bedroom on the far right. There was nothing but a dusty, stained up mattress, a broken wardrobe, and rotting vanity desk with a cracked mirror. 

“Boo!…” Someone whispered in your ear, wrapping their arms around your torso and bringing you closer towards them. You screamed, spinning on your heels so fast your arm whacked the person behind you in the stomach. 

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus!... Mo ghraidh, are ye tryin’ to kill me?” You saw Johnny rubbing his stomach in pain, even if you didn’t hit him that hard. You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms and giving him a pointed look.

“Maybe I should ‘cause of the stunt you just pulled… I thought something happened!” You exasperated, you were happy he was fine (minus the hit you gave him) but that was uncalled for. You pinched his nose as revenge.

“Ack! Ah’m sorry, okay?? It was funny though…” He mumbled out before snickering to himself and that earned yet another pinch from you. 

“Uh huh… laugh it up mister…” you playfully rolled your eyes at him, you did see the humour in it after the initial annoyance dissipated and laughed along with him. Johnny looked over your shoulder towards the vanity desk, his laughter dying out. He squinted his eyes towards what he was seeing in the mirror. You raised an eyebrow, frowning at the focused look Johnny was giving.

“What the hell is that?” he whispered.

“What?” You asked, turning around to have a look but before you could- Johnny took your hand and started gunning it towards the stairs. 

“What?- What!?” You pressed, you turned to look behind you and saw in the mirror there was a tall, dark shadow in the corner of the room where the vanity was pointing. You saw its head following your moments as you both ran out the room. You felt a cold chill go down your spine as you let out a blood curdling scream. You both made it to the stairs, but running down them was a challenge. Johnny was trying to make you run in front of him- but they were too narrow and the edges of the steps were smoothed. 

That, combined with both your clumsy footwork, made you end up falling on your back and sliding down the rest of the stairs. You almost took Johnny out with you if he wasn’t holding onto the railing. He yelped, watching helplessly as you slid down the rest of the way. You started crying from both the fear and pain you felt. Pain was shooting up your back, your spine took most of the hit when coming down. It also burned, you tried getting back up but straightening out caused you to cry out in more pain.

Johnny quickly scooped you up in his arms and threw you over his shoulder. He sprinted the rest of the way to the car. Your back was in immense pain and being jostled around didn’t help. Once Johnny was at the car, he carefully placed you in the passenger's seat before running around and throwing himself in the driver's side. He stared out towards the road, panting lightly from the excitement of it all. The pain in your back was subsiding but you feared that your back was all scratched up from your slide down. You flinched but adjusted yourself to sit up right.

“Are ye alright?” Johnny finally asked.

“Yeah- I think I’ll live…” You groaned out. 

“Want me to check it?” You nodded your head and turned your back towards him, closing your eyes so you didn’t have to stare at the house. He gently lifted your shirt up, you heard him take a sharp intake of air through his teeth.

“Is it that bad?” You worriedly asked.

“Well… It could be worse…? Yer back is scratched to hell plus yer shirt was a bit torn from the fall,” he explained. He let go of your shirt, letting it fall back to its original spot. He gave you a reassuring rub on the shoulder, away from the injury, and kissed your temple. You shuffled back to face forward once more, sighing from pain and slight exhaustion. You opened your eyes and looked over at Johnny. Concern and regret was written on his face.

“My ma has some ointment and bandages at the house, we’ll patch ye up when we get there,” he kissed your head again before turning the keys to turn the ignition on. He started driving towards his family’s farmhouse, not making any more spontaneous detours. You had time to ponder what the hell just happened a few moments ago. Both you and Johnny had seen something in that vanity. A dark, shadowy figure as tall at the ceiling, was that even real?

“Did we actually see what we saw? Or are we just really tired from the drive?” You tried to rationalise. But it didn’t make sense that you both saw the exact same thing. Johnny seemed to tense for a moment, shuddering softly to himself.

“I- I don’t know… Ah was making that whole story up to scare ye- I didn’t think…” He wasn’t sure what to say about the situation, sure- he liked watching those cheesy ghost videos but he never actually thought they were real. He groaned, not liking the way his little stop turned out. You could see he was sitting with his regret, like that ghost showing up was any of his fault. You patted his thigh in a comforting manor before remembering something. You waited until you got to his parents’ house though. 

“We’re here,” Johnny parked the car with a tired sigh. 

“Hey… uh, I found something interesting while at that house,” You fished around in your pockets, pulling out the stack of photos you found. You gave them a once over, none of them were ruined during the chaos. You handed him them and he gasped in recognition. He had a fond smile on his face as he flipped through the photos.

“So,  are you going to explain why those were hidden under the floorboards?” You inquire once he’s done flipping through them. 

“Aye, it was just for safekeepin’, we wanted to hopefully go back and fix the old place up more,” he explained, “Obviously that never happened but I’m glad ye found these, mo ghraidh,” he kissed you softly and that seemed to be the end of that. 

…

Johnny’s ma was currently fussing over your back injury. While she was cleaning and disinfecting the wound she was scolding Johnny for bringing you there in the first place. It was kind of funny watching it all play it out. Your attention was brought away from them when his older sister walked into view and cleared her throat. 

“What’s that behind your friend John?” She picked out the photo she was talking about and handed it over to Johnny. He seemed to pale slightly once he saw what she was talking about. He just silently turned the photo towards you and his ma. There in the right corner behind Johnny’s friend was the thing you both saw in the vanity. 

“Man, I guess you’ve got a stalker,” You joked. Johnny’s ma initially gasped in horror before laughing at your joke.

“That’s not funny, hen,” he grumbled.

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[plantyberry]

Cloudcuckoolander Tally Part 3: Chapter 1-3 and 1-3-2: The Fencing Club, or, 'If I swallow Excalibur, does that mean I'll become invulnerable?'

And we are back for the newest installment of the Cloudcuckoolander tally, this time featuring the fencing club. And I'm definitely counting this thing as part of my NaNoWriMo wordcount tally goal dammit.

Now, for the sake of simplicity, the following factors are preferable (but not necessary) for your cuckoo MC

-Friends or more with Adrian -Gadgetry as a hobby -NOT have the following fears: Blood, Fear, Attention -Greed will help

Additionally, the Fencing Club is the only pick that allows you to have a mute MC while still grabbing the 'Keikaku' achievement.

On the way to the club:

I double-check to make certain that the passing university student isn't actually a zombie in disguise. cuckoo +1

The Adrian conversation (topics about clothes are mostly identical, with a few differences):

Red Cape + Frame = 3 or height = tall: -"Little?" I wonder if Adrian has suddenly gone blind. --"Aye, Aye, fairy godmother." +1 Cuckoo

Vampire Cape: +1 Cuckoo -Strike a stereotypical vampire pose. +1 Cuckoo --"I never bite and tell" +1 Cuckoo --"Lies and slander! I've got my own superior vampire teeth for that!" +1 Cuckoo

Spandex Tracksuit: -"I was thinking about wearing this instead of my uniform today." --"If we switched to plastic swords we could totally do naked fencing!" +1 Cuckoo -I say nothing, I merely start dancing the Tango de la Muerte. +1 Cuckoo (and the Keikaku achievement)

I launch right into the meat of the matter.

-"There was a murder during my last work shift…" --(if police)I begin to describe my brilliant werewolf culprit theory. +1 Cuckoo ---I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo --(if reporter, paramedic)"All I have to say is… zombies." +1 Cuckoo ---I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo --(if lab technician) In the end, this is the work of werewolves/zombies… +1 Cuckoo --(if wildlife biologist) I elucidate in great detail upon the nitty-gritty details regarding my genius mutant bear theory. +1 Cuckoo ---I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo (Whenever applicable) I'm not joking but I pretend that I am in a brilliant double-blind maneuver. +2 Cuckoo

-"So I was recently mauled by an invisible poltergeist…" -- Show your bruised arm to Adrian ---"What? I find this situation perfectly normal." ----I'm not being sarcastic. +1 Cuckoo (Note: If your cuckoo score is under 5, you gain +1 Denial instead)

-"It seems that my apartment may be a little bit haunted…" --"I don't know, man, that bedroom ghost sounded pretty sexy." ---Obviously, I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo

I launch into a long involved story regarding my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. -(follow the 'recently mauled by an invisible poltergeist' answer line) --"I blame the poltergeist. Also the werewolves, potential zombies, and I've got a sneaking suspicion that mutant fairies may be involved," you ramble. +1 Cuckoo

I believe actions speak louder than words

-I silently whip out my thirteen-page description of my past day including all details regarding my past work shift, my nightmare and strange injury, as well as the current haunted atmosphere of my apartment. --I wave my arms around in my best impression of a haunting ghost. +1 Cuckoo ---I reenact a scene from an earlier Knights of Our Lives episode that just so happened to appear in my dreams before. +1 Cuckoo (MC needs to know who Caleb is) ----I spin in a circle while twirling my arms. Surely Adrian will understand my meaning. +1 Cuckoo

Outside / Event prompts:

-"I'm on to you and your zombie ways, Sefu. No mercy shall be given by me or my flamethrowing sword!" +1 Cuckoo

-Perhaps it was the werewolf that ate Caleb Degaré? +1 Cuckoo (You need to know who Caleb is)

About the swords breaking: -(If you've got the stats or a high enough cuckoo score) "Don't worry, I've got the stats to save everyone." +1 Cuckoo (The Stats: Body >=30 or Body+Magic>=30 or (Talent=Agility + Body>=20) or (Interpretative Dancing>2 and Body>=20)

Post-Adrian Greetings

Talking about Arthur: "I just want to know if he's secretly a zombie/werewolf/mutant. He is, isn't he?" +1 Cuckoo I wonder if I accidentally left my apartment on fire this morning. +1 Cuckoo I wonder if an African swallow could really carry a coconut? +1 Cuckoo I hold up my phone with a Monty Python and the Holy Grail meme about coconuts on its screen. +1 Cuckoo I wonder if one of those sword swallower people could gulp down Excalibur? It'd be handy to be your own sheath. +1 Cuckoo (Requires Arthuriana fanatic)

Asking about the Apocalypse: "Pure unfiltered meta knowledge." +1 Cuckoo

Ask how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. +1 Cuckoo

Changing your clothes:

-This is it! The perfect time to start a strip tease right in the middle of the practice hall! +1 Cuckoo (fear mustn't be 'attention')

Weapon Choice:

-Never mind the sabre, foil, and épée fencing swords. I really wish that I could use Excalibur to sword fight instead. Just like in the old tales of might and magicry. +1 Cuckoo (++)

Before the spar:

Talking to Hjordis about the swords breaking: -In the end, I can't help but suspect toilet gremlins. +1 Cuckoo

Tell everyone about what happened to you in the restroom: -"If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!" I burst out singing in a very thematically-relevant manner. +1 Cuckoo

When finisheing to prepare for the spar: -It's time to do the Dance of Joy +1 Cuckoo

The color of your sword: -…the color out of space. +1 Cuckoo (++)

Entering the piste: -I throw my extra glove straight in Sefu's face. That's what they're meant for, right?! +1 Cuckoo -I AM Michael Jackson. I put on a single glove and moonwalk to the piste. +1 Cuckoo

-I strike a delicately posed stance, balanced on one leg, knee bent and lifted above my hips, arms extended at my sides like the wings of a crane, as my sword points at the unseen heavens above. +1 Cuckoo -I gravely inform the audience that only masked eyes are allowed to behold my full splendor. +1 Cuckoo

-Frosty the Snowman dances seductively down my spine. +1 Cuckoo

The sword shower incident:

Note: Aside from the stats, you may succesfully pass the sword dance checks if you are a changeling or possess the Lucky talent if your dice roll goes well, though it's an obviously unreliable method to succeed unless you intend to save scum this until you force a pass.

Unwilling rescuer: -I duck and cover and- no, why are my feet moving forward?! No, no, no I'm not trying to 1v1 an entire shower of sharp shrapnel! --I wonder what I should have for dinner tonight? +1 Cuckoo

If the rescue failed, but the people wore masks -Now it's definitely time to do the Dance of Joy +1 Cuckoo --No unmasked eyes are allowed to behold my glory indeed. +1 Cuckoo

Wrapping up (Post good end)

-I launch into a statistical analysis of the causes, probability percentages, prevention methods, and data anomalies found within all train derailment accidents within the past twenty-five years. Yes, most certainly this is an appropriate conversational topic right now. Cuckoo +1

Changing area: Armory -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul or the splinters find your throat," I enigmatically tell my departing clubmate. Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Men's restroom -"Don't let the darkness consume your souls," I enigmatically call out as my two squabbling clubmates leave before me. Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Ladies' Restroom -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul." Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Universal Restroom -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul," I enigmatically tell my cheerily departing clubmate. Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Corner of the Fencing Hall -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul," I enigmatically reply. Cuckoo +1

It you're possessed (Just… Why?), there is one option right before the sparring match -He's coming! He's coming! He's coming! Cuckoo +1

Out of these options, the Tango de la Muerte (Interpretative score helps succeed the check) and Masked Eyes (Will and Magic +1) option are good picks, in my opinion. Getting the good end is a bit harder in this club that in the polo club because you have to pick the right options to make it happen. Additionally, an important thing to note is that successfully fending off the splinter shower will injure your ankle slightly, which will make escaping the hydra more difficult, if you wish to avoid Merlin forcefully healing you later on.

[asclexe]

OLD MAN DOCTOR YAOI SUMMER 2024

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welcome to the offical old man doctor yaoi prompt list for the month of june! this list contains thirty ideas, which can either be drawn or written or some others art form of your choosing!

there are no restrictions for what day you’re doing, you can obviously do just one day or a week, or all of them! who cares! also how you interpret the prompt, however i would prefer nsfw to be labeled correctly as i want to read these and i am a minor, so leave a heads up!

tag any works of any media type you create under #old man doctor yaoi summer 2024 so we can all see it!!

prompts below the cut!

⭐️here’s our lineup:

day 1: outside the hospital (basically anything outside ppth, a concert, to a restaurant, a conference, a pride parade, the beach, get creative!)

day 2: wedding (self-explanatory, can be the ceremony, the reception, honeymoon etc, as long as it’s wedding-themed!)

day 3: coming out

day 4: ducklings (stuff with their children (house’s fellows))

day 5: domestic (little domestic tidbits, eg cooking, getting a pet, falling asleep, etc, just fluff)

day 6: top surgery recovery

day 7: summer

⭐️(AU WEEK)⭐️

day 8: modern day/2024 au

day 9: fandom fusion/crossover au

day 10: not doctors au (in a universe where they took a different career, perhaps in a diner or casino, camp counselors, field nurses, drug dealers, cops, flower shop/tattoo artist, cowboys, royalty, etc!)

day 11: fem hilson/genderbend au!!!

day 12: different decade au (so like ppth in the 70’s, or maybe 40’s, etc. get creative!)

day 13: soulmates au

day 14: supernatural au (as ghosts, angels/devils, vampires, mermaids, etc)

⭐️(PRE-INFARCTION WEEK)⭐️

day 15: wilson’s first divorce

day 16: first date

day 17: after bailing wilson out of jail (could include awkward diner conversation, road trips, etc)

day 18: young & dumb shenanigans

day 19: college roommates

day 20: doing things house couldn’t do post-infarction (eg skateboarding, yoga, walking long distances, golf, etc)

day 21: wilson in the place of stacy during infarction

⭐️(back to canon/whump week)⭐️

day 22: detox (could be either house or wilson whump!!)

day 23: trembling

day 24: after mayfield

day 25: euthanasia (also could be either house or wilson)

day 26: prodigal daughter (thirteen)

day 27: suicide attempt (if this is triggering to you, please have a free day or a break day!)

day 28: service animal

day 29: on vacation

day 30 (good job!!!): free day/break day

happy pride month and good luck!!

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #8

(Had this idea a couple nights ago after playing Oxenfree for the eighth time. Not based on the game or anything, but that would also be extremely cool to read. Anyone who wants to take this idea, take it and run. Run as far as you can with it. I'd love to see what you write.)

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Radio Silence

The Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms is supposed to be linked to every universe/dimension in existence. If this is true, what if when The Accident ™ occurred, Danny's dying screams echoed throughout the multiverse where everyone to ever exist hears the cries of a child going through what sounds like agonizing, lethal torture.

This wakes some of the heroes/vigilantes in the DC Universe ™ from a dead sleep, chills scraping up and down their spines, while others freeze in their spots as they listen and can do nothing to stop it. The Supers have it the worst, because the screams ring in their ears long after they stop and they were also able to pick up what sounded like begging. Begging for the pain to stop. What felt like hours of listening to the tortured screams of the poor child, is only a matter of thirteen seconds before they're abruptly and eerily cut short. Clark is absolutely sobbing up in the Watchtower, Batman beside him as they were originally going over plans for a mission.

This just took immediate priority though.

Clark fully believes that whoever the child was, they were no longer alive. At least until he starts hearing the voice, mostly when the child was in distress, in pain, or seemingly battling something. It's later that he discovers the rest of the world -and even the universe- can also hear the child's voice, although more faintly and only on occasion. His voice comes across more clear on silent unused radio frequencies. Danny has basically become the voice of the universe.

While the Justice League are trying to devise a way to find and keep this child safe, them and the rest of the universe are able to hear every battle (especially the ones against Pariah Dark, the other Ancient ghosts, and Dan) every late night spent stitching himself back together, everytime he's been electrocuted and forced to relive the way he died. Those particular moments are what nearly bring the JL to their knees. The screams are too close to what started this entire mission to find the mysterious boy. Whoever this Vlad Plasmius or the Guys in White were gained a long list of people who want to personally punch them in the face, Batman and Superman being the first of that list.

By the time the JL have built a machine to allow them to travel to Danny's dimension, they've heard all of Danny's accomplishments, followed him throughout his growth as a young hero, and his ascension to the throne. They are immensely proud of him. Several of them have thought of inviting him to the Justice League, even if he was from an entirely different dimension.

Now though, after years of listening to him and hearing his struggles, and begging for a way to find him, the Justice League will finally complete a years long mission.

Time to meet Phantom.

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This prompt doesn't have to be just a DP X DC prompt. This can apply to any universe you want to work with! Run wild with it! Have fun!

[gallaghersgal]

hello all! welcome to my version of promptober. i will be mixing some of my own prompts with those created by my lovely friend olive for bearblr promptober!!

RULES → you can request; lip gallagher, fiona gallagher, kevin ball, veronica fischer, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, sydney adamu, nat "sugar" berzatto, marcus brooks, or kerry von erich. prompts marked with an * are for characters from the bear only. prompts without an * are free rein.

day one

apocalypse, lip gallagher

day two

haunted house, lip gallagher

day three

somnophilia, kerry von erich

day four

temp. play, veronica fischer

day five

ghosts, marcus brooks

day six *

carving pumpkins, richie jerimovich

day seven

role play / knife kink, lip gallagher

day eight *

autumn leaves, richie jerimovich

day nine

edging, gallzatto

day ten *

rain soaked, carmen berzatto

day eleven

size kink, kerry von Erich

day twelve *

blindfolds, gallzatto

day thirteen *

hot coco / baking, sydney adamu

day fourteen

seance, kerry von erich

day fifteen

apple picking / hay ride, nat "sugar" berzatto

day sixteen

costumes, college dad!lip

day seventeen *

dumbification, carmen berzatto

day eighteen

sick day, kerry von erich

day nineteen

vampire, sub!lip

day twenty

drive in, kerry von erich

day twenty one *

spiked cider, culinary!carmen

day twenty two

impact play, kevin ball

day twenty three

slow morning, patsys!lip

day twenty four *

haunted house, richie jerimovich

day twenty five

crying kink, kerry von erich

day twenty six

corruption, carmen berzatto

day twenty seven *

nightmares, carmen berzatto

day twenty eight

choking, richie jerimovich

day twenty nine

cockwarming, kevin ball

day thirty *

sweaters / sharing clothes, nat "sugar" berzatto

day thirty one *

trick or treat, carmen berzatto

© gallaghersgal, 2024. dividers © cafekitsune (x), saradika (x).

huge shoutouts to my baddies @carmenberzattosgf @thecapricunt1616 @carmybrainworms @mouseymilkovich @l4long-winded

[ghostofaboy]

Day Thirteen - Kinktober 2024

Day 13: Oviposition / Face Fucking / Group Sex Marcus Moreno Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2185 Warnings: Tentacle sex, oviposition, Mpreg I guess, forced orgasm

Ghost of a Boy Kinktober Prompt List | Kinktober '24 Masterlist Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The mission had started off straightforward enough. The Heroic had received a strange signal from just beyond the moon and with their connections to Ogima, it had been assumed Ms Granada and Ojo’s people were returning.

That assumption had been wrong.

Marcus pinched his eyes with his fingers, blinking away the exhaustion as he listened to the Steward and Ms Granada go over the terms of the agreement for the fourth time. He knew why the Heroic’s director was being so cautious but he also understood the Steward’s position. The large blue-skinned alien had been tasked with caring for another species on the verge of extinction, sent into space on an ark ship to find allies who could help the odd squid-like creatures reproduce. 

He had found Ogima, who couldn’t help, but who had sent the Steward to Earth. It turned out that humans were compatible with the alien’s needs, but not quite hardy enough. That’s where the Heroics came in.

After days of endless tests, it had been determined that he, Blinding Fast, Crimson Legend, and Crushing Low were the only ones who could help. Each of them would be incubating a clutch of eggs and, always one to lead by example, Marcus was going first.

“I assure you Director, your associate will be monitored at all times.” The Steward bowed to Ms Granada. “He will be perfectly safe.”

“I would still have preferred to do this at our headquarters.” Granada frowned, glancing over at Marcus. “But if your charges cannot be moved then-”

“I’ll be fine.” Marcus piped up, putting a hand on Granada’s shoulder. “The Steward knows what he’s doing. When do we start?”

“After you have rested.” The Steward bowed again, this time to Marcus. “I have prepared quarters. We can begin once you are at full strength.”

“Very well.” Granada folded her arms. “Rest well Marcus, I’ll speak to you as soon as the procedure is done.”

“See you then.” Marcus gave Granada’s shoulder a final squeeze, before following the Steward through the winding halls of the ship to his quarters.

Marcus barely remembered falling asleep. The day before had been spent going over medical data and treaty details, and he had felt himself slipping dangerously close to sleep several times. By the time his head had hit the pillow that evening, it hadn’t taken him long to fall into a deep sleep. 

Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Marcus rolled and shut off the alarm that had so rudely woken him. Sitting up in bed he was just contemplating getting dressed when a soft chime sounded at his door.

“Come in.”

As the door slid open the tall blue form of the Steward smiled at Marcus as he entered the room. “Did you sleep well Marcus Moreno?”

“Like a baby.” Marcus chuckled. “So, I guess it’s time, right? How do I… where do you want me?”

“Please, there is no need to fret. I will take you through every step. I have brought you a robe to wear. Please leave your clothing here.”

Marcus looked down at the soft white robe in the Steward’s hand, the request taking a few moments to sink in. Of course, he wouldn’t need clothes. The aliens would need full access to his body. Giving the Steward a nervous smile, Marcus slowly climbed out of bed. He’d only slept in his underwear, and with slightly trembling hands, Marcus pulled them off and placed them on the bed. 

The Steward continued to smile kindly at Marcus as he handed over the robe, before once again leading him through the maze of corridors of the giant ark ship. Marcus padded along behind the much taller Steward, his bare feet on the polished floor the only sound as they traveled. Finally, they reached their destination and Marcus followed the Steward into the nesting room.

The room was much warmer than the rest of the ship, with a softer, almost bouncy floor. There were no furnishing in the warmly lit room, except for a single plush rounded object. It looked like a bean bag, but slightly sturdier. But Marcus’ eyes were immediately drawn to the three large holes in the far wall, each around the size of a human head.

“They will join us shortly, " the Steward soothed, gently helping Marcus remove his robe. “Do not be concerned. They are gentle, and I will remain with you throughout the process.”

Marcus nodded, resisting the urge to cover himself. There was no use for modestly here. He was able to get impregnated by an alien squid creature and he doubted the Steward cared about how a human’s genitals looked. 

“So, how should I… um…?” Marcus looked up at the Steward. 

“It is your preference. They will emerge from the tunnel to touch you and gain access.” The Steward’s peaceful voice was reassuring as Marcus nodded along with his explanation. “In this case, that will be your anus. On your hands and knees or on your back would be best. But I do not know which will be more comfortable for you personally.”

“Will it hurt?” The words left Marcus’ mouth before he realized. This was something he definitely should have asked before agreeing to this, there was no use knowing now.

“Absolutely not.” The Steward shook his head. “They secrete a substance that will relax you and ease entry. Fret not Marcus Moreno. If you become distressed, I will stop the process.”

Marcus opened his mouth to thank the Steward but stopped as a low rumbling sound began to come from the holes in the wall. It sounds almost like a slowed-down whale song, as deep chirps and clicks began to get louder and more frequent.

“They are here.” The Steward beamed down at Marcus. “Please, choose your position.”

Lowering himself onto the soft floor, Marcus opted for his knees, getting onto all fours with his ass facing the wall. As the Steward also sat on the floor at his side, a shiver of anticipation ran through Marcus’ body. He felt so exposed and vulnerable, but it was too late to turn back now.

Marcus had never seen the other aliens with only Granada’s vague description of their tentacles to go off of. However, the imagery of squids had conjured up the idea of something wet, or perhaps slimy. So when a soft, warm…something… began to touch him, Marcus instinctually jumped.

“Be calm.” The Steward placed a large hand over his own. “They seek to know you. They will touch before they enter.”

And so Marcus tried to control his breathing as a large, thick appendage began to roam over his body, gliding over his skin as it mapped out his form. More soon joined it of various sizes, with arm-sized tentacles stroking down his back, while small thin feelers probed at his nipples and flaccid penis. They were gentle, tender even, as they wandered over his naked body before inevitably finding his ass.

Marcus couldn’t help himself shudder with arousal as the tentacles began to tease and massage his entrance. It had been far too long since someone, anyone had touched Marcus in that way and Marcus blushed as his body began to automatically respond to the stimulation. 

The smaller feelers were still focusing on his nipples and cock as Marcus felt an uncomfortably warm sticky feeling at his entrance. Glancing over his shoulder Marcus’ eyes widened to see the mass of purple tentacles behind him, with one appendage the size of a human arm nudging at his ass.

“I spoke of their secretion.” The Steward gave Marcus’ hand a soft squeeze. “It will ease their entrance.”

“Right.” Marcus nodded, dropping his head back down to watch one of the smaller tendrils wrap itself around the base of his cock. “It just looks a little thick to be- ooooooohh shit.”

Marcus couldn’t stop himself from moaning as the smaller one began to vibrate around his shaft at the same moment the tip of the slick larger appendage breached the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. 

Steadily it began to work him open. The lubricated tentacle pushing into him, stretching him, spreading his hole open. It should have hurt. Marcus reasonably knew this. It had been years since he'd last had anal sex, and at least a year since he'd last used the small dildo he kept in his nightstand. But there was no pain. 

Instead a warm tingling feeling spread through his body and goosebumps danced over his skin. It felt good, really good. Sort of like being drunk, thought Marcus, as his head filled with a thick, heavy fog. His whole being felt hot and the familiar thrum of arousal started to build, his cock twitching to life as he moaned and gasped with each inch that entered him.

Lowering his head onto his foreheads, Marcus let out a loud groan as he felt the tendril inside himself throb and swell, stretching him further, preparing him for its eggs. Through the dizzying bliss, Marcus could feel himself being split open, his ass gaping around the thick sticky arm of the alien creature. It was such a strange sensation and somewhere in the back of his mind, Marcus felt a twinge of embarrassment. 

Here he was on all fours, ass in the air, stuffed full of a strange alien’s reproductive organs. His cock throbbed at the thought of the other Heroics seeing him like this. Would they be as arousal as him? 

"You are doing well." The voice of the Steward sounds so far away, although Marcus could still feel the giant man's hand covering his own. "You are prepared. The ovipositor comes now."

Marcus wanted to answer but all that came out of his mouth was a wanton, lustful moan. From his position, he could see the thick tentacle retract as a new tube-like appendage took its place. His cock swayed, flicking precum across the floor, as it eased itself inside his yawning hole. His body shook with desire as it filled him, and Marcus fought the urge to fuck himself on the massive organ. He yearned to see what his hole looked like in this moment and wondered if it was as ruined as it felt, gaping open and stretched beyond natural capacity.

He could feel the eggs entering him. Each one being pushed into place, bumping against those already there and Marcus watched with fascination as his stomach slowly started to distend and swell. The arousal now was almost painful and Marcus was aware of the whimpers and whines coming from his lips. His cock ached, held erect by the smaller thin tendrils gripping him firmly at the base. He wanted to cum, need to cum, and as each egg glided over his prostate, Marcus bucked and pleaded for release. 

The Steward was speaking but Marcus couldn’t hear him. He was lost in the thick fog that fill his mind as the aliens pumped more and more of their precious offspring into his gaping ass. Finally, he felt something inside him snap, and with a roaring moan, Marcus came undone. Spilling himself onto the floor of the chamber, stars danced in front of his eyes as his knees buckled. Then as his eyes rolled back into his head, everything went black, and Marcus surrendered to the hot intoxicating feeling surging through his body once more.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been unconscious but as Marcus slowly opened one eye, he realized he was still in the nesting room. Someone was stroking his hair, and opening both eyes Marcus was greeted by the smiling face of the Steward. 

“You did well Marcus Moreno.” The huge blue alien stroked a large thick finger down his cheek affectionately. “A whole clutch. More than I could have hoped for.”

“Is it over?” Marcus croaked out. His mouth felt dry and as he attempted to sit up, Marcus realized he was being cradled in the Steward’s arms. 

“Almost.” The Steward shifted, still holding Marcus, and lifted a glass of water to his parched lips. “Once the eggs have finished incubating they will leave you. A few more hours yet.”

As he took a couple of large gulps, Marcus looked down and took in his body for the first time. He was sticky, covered in sweat and his own cum. Judging by the amount spattered over his legs and the floor he’d cum several more times after blacking out. No wonder he felt exhausted, but even now Marcus could see the red tip of his hard shaft peek out from behind his stomach. 

As soon as his vision focused on it, Marcus couldn't take his eyes off his stomach. His usually flat stomach was round, protruding significantly, and clearly very full. Running a hand over it Marcus smiled as he felt little shudders and twitches from the eggs inside. They were alive. They were safe. He just had to be patient and soon they'd leave the warmth of his body. And with any luck them going out would be just as much fun as when they went in.

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Ghoaptober # 13

Prompt: Nightmare

Words: 1200~

TW: None (sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

Unlucky number thirteen! Today's entry is the most off-topic I have ever taken a prompt, but my brain totally blanked. I could only think of the Michael McIntyre bit 'traffic's a nightmare!'.

Enjoy!

“Well,” Soap joked as he crept to the South-West edge of the building to peek around the corner, blinking the rain water out of his eyes, “Don’t this bring back memories, L.T.”

“Not good ones.” Came Ghost’s unimpressed rumble over their comms. 

“How could they not be good?,” Soap rebutted as he hugged the wall and he made his way around the building, “They’ve got me in ‘em.”

“Exactly.” Ghost quipped, his voice flat

“Oi!” Soap barely reined his shout down into an offended hiss.

“Focus up, Johnny,” Ghost cautioned him, “Visual’s a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“Eyes on?” Soap asked, freezing where he was.

“Affirm. I’ve got eyes on you now, Sergeant.” Ghost assured, then warned, “You’ll be in the blind past North-Side.” 

“Rog, L.T. West-Side clear.” Soap reported, scanning as he crept along, “Three metres to North-Side.”

He’d almost made it to the corner when Ghost spoke up again, “Sergeant, be advised, Fog bank coming in from the East, E.T.A six mikes.” 

Soap groaned, allowing himself a brief moment to pause and cuss out the universe. He shouldn’t have complained about the rain or the dim evening lighting, now the fates were set on proving that everything could always get worse. 

“Rog, L.T. Turning North-Side,” Soap pulled himself together and peeked around the corner to scout the North-Side of the building. “No tangos spotted, pushing for North-Side doors.”

“Rog, Sergeant. Saying again, no visual North-Side” Ghost kept his voice professional, but Soap knew that he didn’t like sending Soap in blind any more than Soap liked walking into it.

Their intel had been wrong, this was supposed to be a semi-bustling compound, but they’d spotted no movement so far. There was also supposed to be an entry point on the South-West side of the building, but the doors had been bricked over. This meant that having Ghost on overwatch to the south, as had been decided, was now proving to be less than helpful. 

Creeping through the building, with his paranoia growing, Soap carefully cleared every room he passed, being extra cautious of blind corners. He hadn’t followed his CQB training this close to the handbook since basic, but this entire mission was giving him a bad feeling. 

Noise came echoing down the hall from further in the building, and Soap fled to a defensible position, freezing there to listen hard for any more-identifiable sounds. 

The noise sounded a bit like shuffling footsteps, but not entirely. 

“Possible hostiles ahead, pushing forward,” He radioed over to Ghost, waiting briefly for his L.T’s ‘Rog’, then pushing forward as reported. 

His pace had slowed to a crawl, as he kept his footsteps as quiet as he could, they were supposed to be keeping their presence low-profile after all. Not that there’s been anyone to keep a low-profile from so far. 

He made it to the end of the hall without encountering anyone, and radioed Ghost from the base of the stairs, “Ground-floor clear, advancing to first-floor,” Once again waiting for his L.T’s confirmation, then proceeding. 

Clearing the rooms of the first-floor went much slower, as they were all filled with a hodge-podge of furniture that enemies could be using as cover. He finally found the target room, a makeshift office filled with an excessive amount of filing cabinets and one desk that was collapsed on its side with three quarters of its legs broken off. 

“Entering mission objective room,”

“Rog,”

Soap began pulling open filing cabinets, but found them all to be emptier than Mother Hubbard's cupboards, with a sinking feeling in his stomach he walked over to the desk and pulled its drawers free. All empty. 

Shoulders slumping with defeat he radioed it in to Ghost, “L.T, there’s nothing here, how should I proceed?” 

“Say again, Sergeant. There’s nothing?” Ghost sounded understandably confused by this turn of events.

“Nothing, L.T. It’s all emp-” Soap shut up as the strange shuffling sound made a return. He snapped into action, bolting for the wall to press up next to the door in the most defensible position, but was soon running for another reason as the floor started to fall out from under his feet. With a cry he crashed back down to the ground-floor, accompanied by much of the first-floor.

He came back to himself in a haze of dust, the building groaning and settling around him. New holes in the walls and ceiling letting in the rain and fog. 

Pinned belly-down under unknown amounts of rubble, Soap moaned pitifully to himself as he slowly took stock of his predicament. The fall had rung his head like a bell, but over the tinny ringing he could hear Ghost shouting for him on the comms. 

“L.T” Soap managed to groan out. 

“Johnny! Sit-rep! What happ-” Ghost sounded frantic

“Gotta call mah Ma.” He continued, interrupting Ghost's demands.

“Wha- Your Mum? Johnny what-” Ghost barked, concern growing. 

“Gotta tell ‘er she shoulda ne'er grew me nae fuckin’ ribs.” Soap panted, giving a brief try at pushing up against the rubble, but quickly ceding defeat, “Ungrateful fuck that ah am, jus’ wen’ an’ broke fuckin’ all ae ‘em.”

“Your ribs? Johnny, where are you?” Ghost demanded, Soap could hear by his breathing that he was running. Knowing him, undoubtedly booking it directly towards the unstable building. 

“Fuck if ah ken.” Soap muttered, but picked up his head to look around regardless. Rubble, various partly crushed filing cabinets, more rubble, “In the building. East-Side. Probably.”

“I’m coming, Johnny.” Ghost promised “I’ll find you.”

“Rog, Sir.” Soap muttered and let his head drop again, feeling the raindrops splash across the back of his scalp and the chill of the fog settling over his skin.

He could hear Ghost opening up their line to call for immediate evac and medics. Time passed a bit hazily and the next thing he knew he was hearing Ghost’s voice doubled, echoing from nearby and from the comm still fitted securely into his ear. He was shouting for him.

Soap took as deep of a breath as the debris squishing him allowed and shouted back, “Here!” Immediately regretting it as a coughing fit overtook him and pain shot through his ribs.

“Johnny!” Well-laced boots splashed into the growing puddle by his head and warm hands cupped his cheeks, “Sit-rep, Johnny? What hurts?”

“Not bleeding, L.T. Just stuck.” The tension fell out of his body at Ghost’s reassuring presence and he fought eyes that wanted to roll back into his head to look up at Ghost, “Ah ‘hink Ah know why this building wae abandoned.” 

A reluctant laugh escaped Ghost, shaking in his throat with something that definitely wasn’t tears of relief. 

“Evac is twenty mikes out, Johnny. We’ll get you outta there, don’t worry.” Ghost assured, sitting down and dropping Johnny’s head onto his leg to keep it out of the water.

“Aye,” Johnny mumbled, letting his eyes close, “Sounds guid. Ah trust ye, Si.”

Ghost would have loved to unbuckle Johnny’s helmet, to pet his fingers through his warhawk, but dared not in case any more of the building decided to come down. He settled on pulling off his gloves, and pressing shaky fingers to the steady pulse thumping in Johnny’s throat. Ghost carefully steadied his breathing, making his inhales and exhales loud and deliberate when he noticed Johnny matching his tempo. 

They were okay. Johnny was going to be okay, Ghost would make sure of it.

Thank You For Reading!

I need you to know that about three lines of dialogue in I considered just walking into the sea as a self-sacrificial offering to any god that wished to claim my corpse, because trying to write military lingo was so *clawed hands shaking in a throttling motion*.

I cannot garuntee that this is the last time that Soap will be getting stuck under a building this Ghoaptober, but this will probably be the nicest I am to him while it's happening.

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