Prompts

Characters

Any Chris Evans Character

Any Sebastian Stan Character

Any Henry Cavill Character

Any Marvel Character

Any Supernatural Character

Any The Witcher Character

Happy to look at other characters

Aesthetics

Ancient / Mythology*

Artist*

Apocalypse

College / University

Colour*

Dark Academia

Date Night*

Decade*

Birthday

Fairytale / Disney*

Family

Friendship

Love

Magic

Music*

Nature*

Old Holywood

Pets*

Romantic Pairing*

Royalty

Seasonal*

Social Media

Supernatural*

Travelling*

Wedding

*tell me more!

Sam Winchester. So he’d gotten into law school then. More than that, he was now one of the top Federal Attorneys in the country, according to the bio in the email. God, he’s young to have that job, he’s only two years younger than Spencer. Even Hotch hadn’t made it that far up the legal ladder by 35. He remembers Sam as intelligent, charismatic, intuitive – all skills that would have gotten him far if he shook the right hands along the way, but still – Spencer is quietly impressed.

“Hey, Pretty Boy!” Spencer hears Morgan’s voice distantly but he’s caught up in memories now.

“Pretty Boy!”

Spencer looks up from his drink and turns towards the sound of his nickname, about to tell Morgan to stop calling him that for the millionth time when he hears another voice shout back.

“Dude, can you just stop? I told you not to call me that!”

Spencer and Morgan both look puzzedly at the stranger who’d just told Morgan off. He has bright hazel eyes, and soft looking, light brown hair and – yeah, Spencer can see why someone might call this guy ‘Pretty Boy’.

“Oh, sorry,” Pretty Boy blushes and shakes his fringe in front of his eyes. “I thought you were Brady. I keep telling the idiot to stop calling me that.”

“I keep telling this one the same thing,” Spencer jerks his thumb over his shoulder at Morgan, shocked for a moment that he’d actually spoken. He wasn’t very good at speaking with strangers in bars.

Morgan claps his hand over his chest in mock hurt, expression teasing. “C’mon man, you know I’m only messin’ with you,” Morgan laughs and ruffles Spencer’s hair. “He is pretty though, in’t he?” he whispers conspiratorially at the other Pretty Boy and Spencer shoves Morgan off him.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my gun on me,” he threatens and Morgan holds up his hands in surrender.

“What like you could hit me?” And before Spencer has the chance to retort, Morgan’s dashed off, back to the table where Gideon is sipping a beer and reading through an open case file.

“So, you usually bring a gun on nights out?” Spencer takes a moment to realise the stranger is talking to him again.

“Oh I, uh,” Spencer stutters under the his open, curious gaze. “It’s not, um, I’m an FBI agent,” his voice shoots up at the end making it sound more like a question than a statement. “So it’s not, you know, illegal for me to–”

“Hey, it’s fine,” the stranger laughs and scootches one bar stool closer to Spencer. “I know who you are, actually,” he admits, ducking behind his hair again. “I was in the careers talk earlier.”

“Oh,” Spencer relaxes a little now he doesn’t have to explain himself but then tenses up again remembering how awkward he’d been during the presentation, and not really wanting to relive that experience if this guy was about to make fun of him for it.

“I uh, I’m Sam,” Pretty Boy – Sam – sticks his hand out, and Spencer shakes it, a little perplexed as to why this guy is still talking to him. “I’m uh, guessing I should call you Dr. Reid rather than Pretty Boy, huh?” Sam tries to break the tension with a joke and Spencer realises he’s still holding Sam’s hand, the skin soft and warm under his, and he’s staring pretty intensely at the guy.

“Um, Spencer,” he manages to choke out as he snatches back his hand and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“It’s nice to meet you Spencer,” Sam smiles, genuinely, but with some kind of intensity behind it that Spencer can’t place.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sam,” Spencer tries the name out on his tongue and decides he likes it.

“I really liked the presentation earlier,” Sam says, taking a sip from the beer bottle he has in front of him.

“Are you thinking about joining the FBI?” Spencer asks, circling his fingers around his own glass to give them something to do, to keep them from creeping back along the bar towards where Sam’s are now resting.

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, turning on his stool to face Spencer a little more head on, and giving him a small smile. “I’m pre-law right now, but I thought it would be cool to hear about, I guess.”

“Law is nice,” Spencer nods. “We get a lot of people transferring in from law backgrounds.”

“Did you like the Academy?” Spencer grimaces at Sam’s question before he can help himself. “Oh, maybe not then,” Sam laughs.

“No,” Spencer rushes to explain himself. “I just, when I was there I was still really young, and y’know, people pushed me around a little. I mean, look at me,” Spencer gestures up and down his scrawny body.

“I am looking,” Sam breathes, eyes following Spencer’s hand and dragging across his form. Spencer freezes. Did Sam just… flirt with him? He has no idea what to do with that. He decides to carry on with his previous train of thought instead.

“With a guy like you... you wouldn’t have that problem,” Spencer finishes, feeling himself blush a bit in embarrassment at the lame conclusion. He was not doing a great job at selling the Academy.

“Whaddya mean? A guy like me?” Sam pushes with a knowing grin, that same intensity in his gaze, eyes still roaming over Spencer.

“Well, you, y’know,” Spencer waves his hand in Sam’s direction, hoping that will get his point across, but Sam just sits there smirking at him, waiting. “You’re all tall and, a-and,” his eyes catch on Sam’s shoulders, which are broad, and nicely displayed beneath a t-shirt that’s stretched just a little over the muscles there, “s-strong looking, I guess?” Spencer cringes. God he sounds like an idiot. “I bet you could throw around someone like me, easy,” he shrugs. Sam is still smirking at him, and Spencer takes another drink, trying to cool down the burning in his cheeks.

“You wanna find out?” Sam takes a casual sip of his beer, eyeing Spencer the whole time.

“Find out what?” Spencer’s brows draw together, not following. Sam grins and hops off his barstool, closing in on Spencer’s personal space. Most people might look threatening, doing something like that, but Sam just looks… happy. Carefree, almost – and excited.

“Just how easily I could throw you around,” Sam is still speaking pretty loudly to be heard above the noise of the bar, but he’s pressed himself close up against Spencer’s side and leaned in like he’s whispering in his ear. The feeling of Sam’s breath on his neck is enough to make Spencer shiver, and coupled with the words themselves, Spencer thinks he might just fall off his chair.

Sam pulls back to look Spencer in the eye, and Spencer finally understands what that darkness behind Sam’s irises is – desire, attraction, hunger. Sam’s eyes flick down to where Spencer is licking his lips, a bad nervous habit of his. That desire clouds Sam’s expression even more and he starts to lean down, eyes still fixed on Spencer’s mouth, and a split second before it’s too late, Spencer reaches out and places his hands on Sam’s chest, stopping him short.

“Sorry, I just...” Spencer glances nervously back at Gideon and Morgan who are, thankfully, engrossed in conversation and not paying him any attention. He looks back at Sam and sees the understanding flit across his face.

“Follow me,” Sam checks around them and then reaches up and grabs Spencer’s hand. Spencer makes a small noise of shocked protest but Sam ignores it, leading them around the bar and out a door in the far corner.

They emerge into an ally, dark and shaded from the street lights, and Sam immediately pushes Spencer’s back against the door they just came out of. Spencer stares at him nervously, but doesn’t pull away. This is nothing he’s ever done before. This is what Morgan does, picking people up in bars and slinking off somewhere private to do god knows what. This isn’t Spencer. But Sam’s still looking at him with those bright, beautiful, hungry eyes and Spencer feels something stir in the pit of his stomach that he hasn’t felt for a long time. And as nervous as it makes him, he lets himself admit that he wants this too.

Sam moves closer in, pressing his front against Spencer’s, and he feels solid. Yeah, this guy might be pretty but he could absolutely throw Spencer around if he wanted to. He feels himself shudder against Sam and the fronts of their hips skate against each other, sending a jolt of want to the pit of Spencer’s stomach.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice is low and soft, and it brings Spencer’s attention back to Sam’s face, which is only inches away now. “Is this okay?” Spencer nods, pleadingly, and Sam smiles. Sam’s hand comes up to his face and Spencer leans into it. His eyes slip closed as he relishes the warmth, this is more human contact than he’s had in months. And he doesn’t see it coming because his eyes are shut but then Sam’s lips are on his and wow – they feel amazing.

Spencer’s kissed people before but he’s never been kissed like this. Like he’s being devoured. Like he’s everything Sam could possibly want. And Sam is certainly everything Spencer could want. He pushes his hands up into Sam’s hair and pulls him in tighter. Sam moans against him and wedges their thighs together and Spencer swears that when he tugs on Sam’s hair again he can actually feel the twitch in Sam’s pants in response.

Sam is getting harder by the second and Spencer can feel Sam coaxing the same reaction out of his body. He juts his hips forward experimentally and the answering groan from Sam matches his own. Fuck, that feels good. And Sam feels big. Jesus Christ, Spencer doesn’t know how it’s possible for a guy to feel that big through that many layers of clothing and he can’t stop himself imagining how big he would be if he wasn’t trapped behind those jeans.

Sam grinds their hips together again and ducks his head to nip at Spencer’s neck, sucking a spot into the skin that’s visible above his collar.

“Oh my god,” Spencer whines, and he feels Sam grin against his throat, lips twitching in a smile.

“That feel good?” Sam murmurs against his skin, and when he ruts their cocks against each other again Spencer thinks he might die.

“God, yes,” Spencer pulls Sam’s lips back to his and kisses him hard and messy. Sam’s hands drag down Spencer’s chest and rub over his cock and Spencer’s breath actually chokes off in his throat.

“How far do you want this to go?” Sam asks against his lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

“I– I want…” Spencer knows what he wants but he’s scared to ask for it. He’s never done this before. The making out with a stranger in a dark ally part, or the more than ‘kissing and accidentally coming in your pants’ part. He doesn’t want to do that. What he wants is to drop to his knees and get Sam’s cock in his mouth. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to say it, so he goes for the next best thing.

Spencer drops to his knees with a thud, and looks up at Sam – panting, waiting.

“Fuck yes,” Sam moans and tears into his jeans, fists his cock out of his boxers and – yeah, he’s big. Shit, Spencer gulps, genuinely salivating at the thought of getting that between his lips. “This what you want?” Sam strokes himself in front of Spencer’s face and he can only nod, fascinated, not taking his eyes off the shiny red tip that is just begging to be sucked. “Alright Pretty Boy, let’s see what you got.”

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Sleepover

💝- Tell me a little bit about yourself and I'll ship you with someone (You choose the fandom!)

💌 - Letter from a character (tell me what you'd like it to be about!)

🗡- cym

😘- blog compliments

😈- FMK

🖊- Pic a fic I've written and I'll tell you my favorite part about it.

💣- Random 3 sentences from a WIP

💬- Interview with the Characters (You pick the fic, you pick the question for the characters and they'll answer your questions!)

🎶- I'll make a playlist with your name from my library of music on spotify

✨- Moodboards of your choosing

Challenge Me

Here's your chance to challenge me! From July 24th to July 31 you pick the prompt and I'll write a drabble on the prompt. The goal is to keep this under 800 words. Any prompts that come to your mind can be used. Pick the prompt and the character and we'll see what I come up with.

-Please note I mostly write for TVDU and MCU. I haven't explored outside of that so please keep that in mind.

-Please send in an ask with 'Challenge Me' followed by your prompt and character.

All entries for this one will close on July 31 at 11:59 PM PST.

I will get these done as quickly as I can. Patience is greatly appreciated!

Challenge You

Here's how you can challenge yourself! Below are several prompts that you can select from! You are allowed up to 2 selections for your challenge. Once 3 people have selected the same prompt, I will strike it out.

-Angst is always encouraged, but fluff and smut are welcomed as long as you tag things correctly. No underage character smut please. Minors please do not submit smut, Thanks!

-Reader inserts, ships, and OCs are always welcomed. Show me those OCs and let me love them!

-There is no minimum but there is a maximum of 3k. Anything over 500 words must have a read more option.

-Be sure to send and Ask to claim your prompt!

-Be sure to tag the fic with #xxwritemeastoryxx2kchallenge and to tag me in it so I don't miss it!

All Entries must be posted by Dec 31 at 11:59 PM PST

⚜Dialogue Prompts

1. "For the record, kicking him in the face had been a complete accident."

2. "Do you even still love me?"

3. "Are you hurt?" "No." "Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

4. "Please don't lie to me again, I can't take it." @lokis-favorite-follower

5. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't walk out that door."

6. "I've moved on."

7. "How long have you been standing there?"

8. "You're the last person I want to see right now."

9. "Congratulations. You finally turned me into the monster you always wanted."

10. "I can't do this anymore. Not like this. Not with you."

11. "I love you. I need you to know that."

12. "You are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me."

13. "Quite the Casanova, aren't you?"

14. "I've never really been good at flirting." "Oh, is that what you're doing? Flirting with me?"

15. "I love you. You're an idiot, and I love you."

16. "You're my best friend. I'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you."

17. "I'll always care about you."

18. "Please stay."

19. "Oh, Sorry, did the noise wake you?"

20. "How am I supposed to focus when you're looking at me like that?"

21. "They're not you."

🕷Song Prompts

22. Beautiful Mistake by Maroon 5

23. Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi @mrs-maximoff-kenner

24. Talking to the Moon by Burno Mars

25. Lover by Taylor Swift

26. Heartless by Madison Beer

27. Bad guy by Billie Eilish

28. Say You won't Let Go by James Arthur

29. Homesick by Kane Brown

30. Skin by Sabrina Carpenter @lokis-favorite-follower

🏹Tropes

31. Fake dating

32. Fake Engagement

33. Enemies to Lovers

34. Lovers to Enemies

35. There is only one bed

36. Reincarnation/old souls

37. Soulmates

38. Roommates

39. Accidental Marriage

40. Stuck in a place together

Rules:

As this is a followers celebration it would be nice if you were following me :)

You can write for any of the main SPN characters (except Jack), Negan or Damon Salvatore or their actors/actresses (Or you can do a crossover if your heart desires) Threesomes/Moresomes are welcome and can include m/m and/or f/f (this girl is Polyamorous and bisexual so go wild)

Your fic must be reader insert (Female or male) - Preferably in 2nd or 3rd Person narrative. The exception to this rule being if you want to write Dean x Sam or Jensen x Jared (because I’m a hoe for the idea of those two getting it on)

Your fic can be any genre or mix of, regardless of what genre your prompt comes from - Dark is A-Okay (and even encouraged) as long as you tag/warn accordingly. Write whatever your heart desires but please no toilet stuff or underage/ageplay as I don’t read those.

There is no minimum word count but the maximum is 3K and please use a keep reading tab if it is over 500 words or I won’t reblog it!

Tag me in your work and use the hashtag #bees6krollthedicechallenge in the first 5 tags.

If I’ve not read and reblogged your entry within 48 hours please message me the link as I sometimes miss tags amongst my notifications.

I will be posting the masterlist for this challenge on the 18th December so please have posted by then if you want to be added to it :) 

Most importantly…have fun!

Genre Prompt Lists:

Smut

Fast fuckers, slow lovers, we fit together like no other

She hits like ecstasy

I’m a slave to your games - I’m just a sucker for pain

Just a kiss on the lips and I was on my knees

Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her

You’ve got me wanting some body on body contact

Angst

Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? Because I always do

I don’t really care how bad it hurts when you broke me first

And then I hope she cheats, like you did on me

I’ve been pulling you close but pushing me further

You do make me hard, but she makes me weak

I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace

Fluff

Take from me whatever you want, whatever you need - but lover, please stay with me

You don’t know how many times a minute you cross my mind

We might be each other’s last first kiss

You’ll see that I’m sorry, ‘cause you were good to me

I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of my life

You’re the most beautiful girl in the room

Dark

I bet you thought you were the love of my life, oh no

You need a taste of your own medicine

Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him?

Another good girl I’ll probably destroy

I’m fucked up - I’m black and blue

I want to break my baby - hold her down

Tagging people who have taken part in past challenges or might be interested... (Signal boosts would be nice too!)