Authors Note: This is my first Kinktober, I am excited to participate :D.
There is WLM, WLW, MLM. Some Dark Stuff, Reader Discretion is advised. Heed the Tags.
The taglist is open! Send me an ask / comment <3
There are dates, these can change!
Oct 1 | pairing: Regina Mills x afab!Reader
poisonous
Prompt: Semi Public
Oct 2 | pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
back dimples
Prompts: Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps
Oct 3 | Jaime Lannister x afab!Reader / Fem!Reader
glitter
Prompts: Uniform Kink, Oral Sex
Oct 6 | pairing: Natasha Romanoff x afab!Reader
familiar
Prompts: Webcam/Cameras
Oct 9 | pairing: Dick Grayson afab!Reader
bird-watching
Prompt: Voyeurism
Oct 11 | pairing: Wanda Maximoff x afab!Reader
coastline
Prompt: Stepcest
Oct 12 | pairing: Loki x afab!Reader
dark sea
Prompt: Tentacles
Oct 15 | pairing: TF 141 x afab!Reader
kiss it
Prompts: Gangbang, Free Use
Oct 18 | pairing: Spencer Reid x afab!Reader
such a good girl, knows how to please
Prompts: Masturbation, Praise Kink
Oct 21 | pairing: Aragorn x afab!Reader
fallin' from you, drop by drop
Prompt: Breeding
Oct 24 | pairing: Logan Howlett x afab!Reader
honey
Prompt: Outdoor Sex
Oct 26 | pairing: John Price x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
nose-bleeding
Prompt: Alien Abduction
Oct 27 | pairing: Arthur Morgan x afab!Reader
a fire catches
Prompt: Creampie
Oct 30 | pairing: Maria Hill x afab!Reader
thunder
Prompt: Mirror Sex
Oct 31 | pairing: Dream/Morpheus x afab!Reader
shrine
Prompt: Somno – haha see what I did there?)
Hi, this is lowkey the first thing I‘ve ever written (at least in english, it’s not my first language) and yeah…uhh I don’t know. I hope someone likes it or even reads it but yeahhhhh…..To anyone who reads it anyway THANK YOU 🫶🏻😝
Oh and any tips are greatly appreciated.
3 months. 3 horrible, gruesome and cruel months has he been on deployment somewhere in South America with barely any contact.
You wait near the tarmac with your 4 year old daughter on the hip, wait for your husband to get out of the helicopter, hug you, kiss you and little Lia and then tell you that now everything will be alright again.
Unfortunately you don’t live in a fairy tale and instead of the mighty Ghost stepping onto the tarmac after a successful deployment you’re met with a stretcher getting lifted out of the helicopter. On it your husband, a neck brace around his throat, bandages over his torso and dirt and blood caked all over his face and hair.
If it hadn’t been for Johnny you would have collapsed right then and there, would have sunken to the ground, your daughter still in your arms while panic, pain and pure dread would have filled your very arteries until your heart would’ve stopped beating.
Instead, Johnny gripped your arm so tightly that it snapped you back to reality. Almost.
The Scot’s white and horrified face next to yours, his mouth moving but the words don’t reach your ears. Your brain seemingly replaced by cotton as the dread still pumps through your body, clouding your senses and dulling everything until it all blurs together.
The only thing you register is Johnny taking your daughter, his niece, from your arms and distracting her from the stretcher, her unmoving daddy and her distraught mommy.
The next thing you know is that you’re sprinting across the tarmac, ducking under Prices arm and stopping next to your husband’s body. Up close you see the various bruises, cuts and even bullet wounds marring his body, leaving him looking vulnerable and…defeated. Something no one thought possible.
Ghost, the force to be reckoned with. The name that made the enemy tremble in fear. The name dozens of people heard, but no one ever saw the man behind it and if they ever did it was the last thing they ever saw. That Ghost- no not Ghost, Simon Riley, your husband, your daughter’s father, the love of your life and your soulmate…defeated?
It couldn’t be. He promised. Promised it was a simple mission.
That promise echos in your mind while you hold his hand, still warm but unmoving. The world around you seems to explode and slow down at the same time.
Medics come running, soldiers free the way, others run to the infirmary to get an emergency OR all while you stand there and hold his hand. It doesn’t last much longer though, medics and other people you don’t recognize shove you away, say words you don’t understand and grab your shoulders and face.
Price, Price grabbed your face. He makes you look at him but you try to look at Simon. Simon, your husband who gets rushed to the infirmary while two pairs of hands hold you back.
Again, you see Price‘s mouth move but the words never reach your ears. Everything is drowned out by a ringing in your ears and Simons promise to always come back to you.
„Listen to me, love.“ the words sound so far away and yet they reverberate through your mind and you actually drag your eyes away from the now closed door through which they took him.
The words come from John. His mouth moves again but it’s so hard to follow. Calm down, listen, he’s alive, listen - he’s alive. Alive. Simon is alive? Then why didn’t he react? He never ignores you.
You now realize who the other pair of hands belong to, Kyle. His hands on your shoulder and arm so you don’t try to run.
You take a breath.
In and out.
In and out.
Again.
Now you look around. Soldiers on their positions looking at you, Johnny with your daughter in his arms who didn’t realize what just happened, Price holding your face so you focus on him and Kyle telling you to relax.
The tension leaves your body and you would have landed face first on the ground hadn’t both men held you up.
You hear Price talk about something but again only hear some words while the rest is only unidentifiable gibberish ambush, alone, 15 armed men, Simon, bullet wound, thigh.
Slowly you blink, then nod.
The next thing you know is that Kyle pushes you into an armchair in the common room.
Over the next few hours a soldier comes in and tells you „He’s alive, Mrs. Riley.“ every twenty minutes.
You don’t know how much time passes before John reappears. He stops in front of you and calls out a few times „Love? You hear me?“ and after a shaky nod „He survived the operation. He’s in an intensive care unit.“
Survived. That’s the only word that you fully register and it feels like you can actually breathe again.
It takes another few minutes to fully recover from the terror. The dread slowly ebbing away leaving a shocked but almost hopeful feeling.
Johnny comes in with Lia who is sleeping on her uncles chest.
With a small nod Johnny places her in your arms again „You alright, bonnie?“ you can only nod and press your face against her hair.
A whole grueling day. That’s how long it takes for Simon to wake up. You sit in a chair next to his bed, careful to not jostle the plenty of tubes and wires connected to his body, and hold his hand.
At first you don’t notice the movement in his hand that lays centimeters from your head that’s resting on the mattress but then you hear a groan, followed by a whisper of your name.
You sit up „Simon? Simon, baby? Are you awake?“ euphoria overtakes you and you kiss him which you quickly stop when a pained grunt leaves him „Careful, luv.“ he rasps, his voice darker and huskier from disuse and lack of water.
Tears stream down your cheeks and sobs break from your throat „Oh god. I thought I lost you.“ you whimper, „Can’t get rid of me that easily.“ he huffs.
Nurses come in and start testing and prodding at him to see if there’s any permanent damage.
It takes a few minutes but then he’s finally declared stable and free to go.
Another sob breaks out of my throat and I press his hand to my lips „You‘ll be alright, baby...“.
It takes almost two hours to get him home. He moves like a slug. Slow and takes a few minutes of rest after a few meters and if you weren’t still in pure relief of him waking up you’d be rolling your eyes.
The minute he does get home however he can move properly again. Rushes towards Lia who is equally excited „DADDY!“ she half squeals and half straight up screams. With not much grace and a painful sounding crunch from his kneecaps, he drops to the ground and wraps his big arms around her. The next moment he’s sobbing and rocking her back and forth, kissing her head and chubby cheeks „My baby…my perfect angel…“ and the moment after that you’re sobbing too.
But all was good.
He was good.
And you would soon learn about the already signed retirement papers on the Prices table.
how do h know one of his favourite hangouts was fetish Club on Melrose
Hey anon, in their first ever radio interview (1985) he says he likes that club - check out the whole thing but Izzy mentions the ‘fetish crowd’ at around the 3:10 mark and the radio chick mentions it too.
I need everyone to understand how big of a deal it is to have a full time coach that’s a woman. She is owning the way for so many young women in sports. And she looks amazing!!!! I’m so proud of her, no matter the outcome of her coaching.
my name is beatrice, i'm 18 and i try to make fanart!
i'm a fan of many things including: star trek!!, supernatural, twin peaks, star wars, phan, sherlock holmes, 80s movies, tolkien, vonnegut, karate kid, wallace & gromit, the beatles, & a lot of other random stuff
i love all kinds of music but mostly: the beatles!!! (again), wings, p!atd, bob dylan, the monkees, shane macgowan/the pogues, the moody blues, mcr, leonard cohen, tír na nóg, the jesus and mary chain, modest mouse, blur...& i love folk, anything 60s, doo-wop, pop punk, classic rock
my favorite beatle: paul ◕⩊◕
instagram: luverofcookie
tiktok: mailegmouse
no dni list because i don't care enough to make one, but i block anything i don't like/find uncomfortable
Get ready for the first ever Peachie Awards. This is the most prestigious awards ever!! If you were nominated, clearly you’re not important. And some of these will even be audience voted because we’re completely unserious here 🤭 and of course there’s more very distinguished categories.
