#day 31 of Flufftober

[becausebuckley]

my wishes come true (whenever i'm with you) | buddie | only one bed | 3.6k

buck and eddie have to share a bed in a hotel. for @flufftober day 31, make a wish!

“You okay?” Buck whispers into the darkness. There's a pause before Eddie responds, his voice low and a bit hesitant. “Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m not really used to sharing a bed with someone anymore, you know? It’s been a while.” Buck’s heart skips a beat at the admission. He knew this, of course, but hearing Eddie say it out loud makes it more real somehow. He swallows hard, gathering his courage before speaking. “Yeah, I get that,” he says softly. “It’s been a while for me too. But it’s kind of nice, isn’t it? Having someone there?” “It is,” Eddie says. “I- I always liked that. With Shannon, sure, but also with you, during quarantine. It feels safer.” “I feel safer, too.” Buck’s voice drops down to a whisper. There's a moment of stillness, and then Eddie moves closer, his knee accidentally bumping against Buck’s thigh. “Sorry,” Eddie murmurs, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he stays there, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin barrier of their pants.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 31 | Spiked candy

Pairing | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 2.1K

Summary | You've had a crush on Tony for as long as you can remember, but you didn't know he also has one on you. During his annual Halloween party, he makes a move using a project he's been working on for a long time, and they have precisely the desired effect because you couldn't be happier the morning after. Your dream of being his might finally come true after all.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, costume party, use of pet name (Kitten), aphrodisiac candies, mutual pining, friends/coworkers to lovers, smut (Daddy kink, dirty talk, oral - M receiving, light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, implied aftercare), a boatload of fluff.

Prompt | 31. Dreams do come true | @flufftober Prompt | Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There's a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac | @jtargaryen18

A/n | This one-shot is written for Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023. As always, I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for enjoying this with me and proofreading it as well! I had an absolute blast writing this one, and I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Your costume idea may have been basic, but your result is far from that. The tight black dress, thigh-high heels, slicked-back hair, cat ears, and smokey makeup give you a sexy, sultry look you hope will impress one man. Anthony Edward Stark.

The entire day you've spent getting ready, from doing your hair and makeup to having every single hair on your body waxed that doesn't belong there. You're smooth as a baby's butt, and you've never looked better.

Looking this good also means you feel just about as good, and confidence is dripping off every inch of your body as you enter the party. Each year, Tony throws a Halloween party even more extravagant than the last, but you don't look at any of it.

There's only one thought in your mind: ''What will Tony think of my costume?'' it's a good thing you don't have to wait long before you have your answer.

''Fuckin' hell, Kitten, don't you look like a million bucks tonight?'' Tony says, and his hand finds its way to the small of your back as he leans in to whisper these words in your ear.

Heat creeps up your chest and neck, all the way to the tips of your ears because you've had a crush on him since before you had even become an Avenger. But honestly, who wouldn't when they were in the presence of someone as amazing as Iron Man?

However, what you did not know - or were too in love to see - is that he had a crush on you as well. He's been flirting with you ever since laying eyes on you. And tonight, he plans to make it abundantly clear how he feels about you.

''You don't look bad yourself, either,'' you say as you look Tony up and down. He's wearing a tailored pin-striped suit with no shirt, the jacket hanging open to reveal every last ridge of his muscle. Around his neck is a bow tie identical to the one of Jack Skellington, and the white hair and makeup finish off the entire look.

You turn towards him and lay your hand on his abdomen, scratching softly down to the edge of his pants with your Halloween-themed nails. When you hear Tony's breath hitch, you know you've achieved your goal and flashed a mischievous smile up to him.

''Don't tempt me, Kitten,'' he growls lowly, the dark brown of his eyes almost disappearing as his pupils grow wide in arousal.

''I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you say before tapping his chest once and turning around to head to the bar, and you're using the fact that it is busy to your advantage. You're immediately swallowed into the crowd, and before Tony can even reach out to you, you're out of his sight.

''Shit,'' he mutters to himself.

You have found your way to the bar in the meantime, and that's where you find both Bucky and Steve, just like every other party. Bucky's not a socialite, and Steve is nice enough to stay with his best friend.

Bucky whistles as you walk over. ''Someone must have left a cage open because there's a wild animal at this party.''

''Lookin' amazing tonight,'' Steve adds, and it's only then that you realize they're dressed up as one another. Steve is wearing Bucky's tactical gear, complete with a fake metal arm made for him, and Bucky is wearing Steve's Captain America suit, complete with the shield on his back.

''You two look amazing as well,'' you say with a big smile before ordering a cocktail. The two of them are some of your best friends, and they have been rooting for you and Tony since day one.

''Is there any chance you dressed like this for a certain someone?'' Steve inquires, and Bucky looks at you with a quirked brow.

The blush across your cheeks tells them everything you need to know, though they drop it for now, instead pulling you into the conversation they had earlier.

In the meantime, Tony is setting up a little plan that he has been working on for a while. He has made some candy for tonight, but this isn't just regular candy. Oh, no. These contain a potent aphrodisiac.

Now, Tony has to wait until you're feeling snack-ish - which you usually do at these parties - and make your way to the candy table. Luck must be on his side today because it doesn't take long for you to check out the selection.

Your eyes glide past every card by the bowls, and you chuckle at their puns. When you arrive at the last bowl, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you, and that's when you turn around.

''Care for a candy, Kitten?'' Tony asks, handing you one from the last bowl he just set up, and you gladly take it, unwrapping it quickly before popping it in your mouth.

It didn't take long for the effect to find its way into your system, and before it could hit you full force, Tony had already herded you to a nearby conference room.

That's where you find yourself on your knees on the floor, his thick, veiny cock filling your throat, blocking every single noise that even threatens to leave.

''Jesus, look at how good you're taking me, Kitten; I can feel myself in that tight little throat of yours,'' he says as his large fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze the sides to restrict your airflow just enough to have you feeling a little lightheaded.

The groans leaving his chest are out of this world, and they only spur you on to take him entirely. Just a few more inches, and you are taking him, but he doesn't let you get that far.

''Oh, fuck Kitten, I won't last if you do that,'' he says before pulling you off, your tongue still lapping at his tip despite not having him in your mouth anymore.

You're panting uncontrollably, but you're also turned on beyond belief, and you can't wait to feel him inside you, where you need him more than anything.

''Daddy, please! Want you to fuck me until I can't walk,'' you say with an innocent look in your eyes, though your face isn't that innocent anymore.

Makeup has run entirely, your hair is a big mess, and your neck and chest are covered in bruises and lovebites from Tony. How your outfit is still intact is beyond you, but that won't last long.

''Yeah? Is that what my Kitten wants? To be fucked by her Daddy? You've been a good girl for me, haven't you, sucking my soul out through my dick,'' he says as he helps you to bend over the table, your chest and cheek pressed firmly against the wood.

''Y-yeah, 'm Daddy's good girl,'' you say with a whine, and before you know it, your sad excuse of a thong has been ripped from your body, and Tony is shoving himself inside of you in a single thrust.

There's not a single thought in your mind other than ''Daddy!'' and you can't help but want to hold onto something to ground yourself, but most of all, you want to grab Tony.

Anywhere you can, you want to grab him, scratch him, anything to ground yourself. His fast-paced thrusts are sending you over the edge in no time, and your pussy squeezes him like a vice.

With a loud shout of his name, you squirt all over him, and you don't know when his fingers found your clit, but you're delighted that they did.

You're at the point where your brain has turned into complete mush, and you can't think, let alone talk, so all that's leaving your mouth are whines and broken moans.

He keeps thrusting despite you becoming oversensitive quickly, and it's almost too much, but somehow you manage to hold on long enough for him to cum inside you and collapse on top of you.

''Wow, Kitten, now I know what I've been missing out on all this time, huh? But you know what they say, dreams do come true for those who want it badly enough,'' he chuckles.

He cleans you up, and after that, you two head back to his apartment in the Compound, only a few floors above the party. Tony has carried your bridal style, your head propped against his shoulder while you fell asleep.

''Get some rest, Kitten, we'll talk tomorrow,'' he says with a few kisses on your forehead. He removed your makeup and remaining clothing, instead pulling a pair of his boxer briefs and oversized shirts onto your body.

The combination of the candy and Tony treating you like that in the conference room has left you tired beyond words, and you don't even notice him climbing into the bed with you after removing all of his makeup in the shower.

The following day, you wake up with a big yawn and a stretch. Tony's strong arms are wrapped around you as he pulls you against his chest, and you feel very content in his hold.

''Mornin' Princess,'' Tony says in a deep, gravelly voice that warms your insides. When you're about to turn around, you suddenly feel a soreness between your legs, and that's when you remember what happened last night.

''Good morning, Tony,'' you say as you turn over and look into his deep brown eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, and you place a soft peck on his lips, which he happily reciprocates.

''Thank you for last night,'' you whisper before burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly.

''You're welcome, Princess; I'm thrilled we finally ended up here together,'' he says, and you hum contently. You don't want to leave his arms, but once your belly starts rumbling, you know you don't have a choice.

''C'mon, let's get some breakfast, and after, we'll talk, okay?'' he says, and you agree before wiggling out of his grasp after a few more kisses.

Tony pulls on a pair of sweats before you walk to the communal kitchen, where, much to your surprise, no one is.

''How about some pancakes?'' you say, and Tony agrees, so you get the batter ready while Tony sets up the pan to make them. Once you're both ready, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, letting you step in front of the stove and standing behind you to bake them.

Even with you standing there, he can prepare them perfectly, and you can't stop yourself from smiling constantly. You don't notice the rest of the Avengers slowly trickling into the kitchen, but they all give each other knowing looks as they see the two of you.

''Morning, you two,'' Bucky says as he walks in, and that's when your head snaps towards him, and you finally see all the other Avengers in the kitchen, looking at the both of you.

A deep red color from the tops of your cheeks down to your chest appears, but all Bucky does is wink, and you give him a huge smile. Tony places a soft kiss on the top of your head before flipping more pancakes.

It doesn't bother Tony in the slightest, and you let yourself melt into his embrace while you wait for the last pancakes to be cooked.

''Let's have our breakfast in my apartment, okay?'' he whispers, and you nod before plopping a few pancakes on your plate with extra syrup and waving to the Avengers before you retreat to his apartment.

As soon as you find yourself on his couch, Tony has sat down next to you, and you're enjoying his delicious pancakes. He decides to break the silence first by addressing what's going on between the two of you.

''So, what do you think, Princess? Was this just a one-time thing, or did you have something else in mind?'' he asks carefully, and your eyes shoot up to his.

''Oh, Tony! This was more than just a one-and-done for me! I can't tell you how long I've loved you. Well, first it was just Iron Man, but when I got to know the man behind the suit, that's when you stole my heart, and to this day, you still have it,'' you say with a shy smile.

You feel a little stupid for saying you've had a crush on him forever, but he doesn't judge. At the very least, it's an ego boost for him, though he doesn't say that.

''It wasn't a 'one-and-done' for me either-'' he says in air quotes, ''I'd love to give us a chance at a relationship because I want to show you how much I love you, Princess. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated,'' he says.

And with those words, it's official. You're in a relationship with the one and only Iron Man, and you couldn't be happier. Dreams do come true for those who believe in them, after all.

[romaritimeharbor]

i should do flufftober or something!

[lisbeth-kk]

The secret writer

Sherlock is about to reveal his secret. On Rosie's birthday. Will John understand what this means?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51123676

@sherlockchallenge @flufftober @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @a-victorian-girl @phoenix27884 @safedistancefrombeingsmart @topsyturvy-turtely @gregorovitchworld @helloliriels @peanitbear @calaisreno @meetinginsamarra

[babblydrabbly]

Flufftober Day 31 | Rick Flag x Reader

a/n - "And with that the 2022 season comes to an end" ♡

Alright kiddos, I gave @flufftober a shot! This one will be my last fic this year. Have my favorite fluffy trope: idiots in love.

prompt - a sweet treat

fluff - 1000 words - warnings: argus!agent reader. gn!reader. mutual pining. food mention. pre-the suicide squad 2021. admittedly the author's size kink might be showing in this one a little bit what who said that

It’s been an entire season of missed chances, and Rick Flag is officially sick of it. 

Between his time away on missions and your time away from base, it’s as if the universe is trying to keep him away but not this time.

When he hears word that you’re coming in today, he doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t want to risk a prison-wide lockdown or an emergency leave getting in the way. 

Today’s the last week of the year— the last week you bake anything for the office— and Rick will be damned if you close up shop before he gets the chance to try something, anything you’ve made for all those morons who don’t even like you as much as he does.

He’s sick of hearing Harcourt and Economos' damn bragging.

Your cookies, your cupcakes, your oh-so-amazing fruit tarts with, quote: “The sweetest berries we’ve ever tried”. 

Harcourt. Rick impatiently hits the open button to the elevator several times before it even stops. Harcourt doesn’t even like sweets. Somewhere in his gut Rick knows she’s just doing it to irk him. Knows that you’re his favorite comms operative and more.

The doors open with a soft chime as Rick steps out into the hallway. 

He pauses before knocking. The smell of cinnamon and other spices he can’t name waft through the door of your small, Belle Reve issued living quarters— and suddenly Rick fucking Flag is nervous.

Did he really just leave Harcourt mid-sentence and march all the way across the facility to come see you? 

Rick swallows thickly and blinks like he’s just realized where he is.

Quickly running his fingers through his sandy hair, Rick clears his throat and knocks before he steps away from the door. 

You ask your unexpected guest to wait a minute before yanking it open. Rick’s eyes widen as much as yours do.

“Oh! Colonel,” You greet with just about as much confusion.

He’s seen you in plenty of different gear, but never an apron and a pair of mittens. You step aside and let Rick into your small space— Nothing much more than a kitchen and a double bed just beyond that. 

He opens his mouth to speak when that smell of something absolutely divine hits him even harder than before. 

“Something wrong, Flag?”

“No, I—” The colonel takes a large step inside and pauses. You’ve never seen the grown man look so sheepish. “I heard you were bringing something in today and I… well, it’s forward. But I figured, I always miss out. Thought I’d catch you before Waller drags me away.”

The tension in Rick’s shoulders eases as your face lights up. You offer him a small laugh before turning to open the oven. 

“Well, you’re just in time.” You say. Rick watches you take a large tray of something out and follows you over to the counter where a towel is waiting. 

You set the tray down atop it and Rick gets a good look at some of the biggest cinnamon rolls he’s ever seen.

“You made all that ‘n this little kitchen?” 

You shrug shyly. That small smile plays on your lips— the one Rick can't help but stare at. “Had to go into town for some things, but yeah.” 

Rick lets you guide his large frame over to the stool which serves as the only sitting place in the entire room. He looks a little funny there— about three times too big for such a small seat. His knee even bends with how long his legs easily reach the ground. 

You make quick work of scooping one of the center rolls onto a plate, but it’s the next part that has Rick locked on you with wide hazel eyes again. 

Dolloping a large spoonful of cream cheese frosting on top of the roll with precision, you smooth it out with the back until it looks like something out of a cookbook. And then you do it— You swipe a lick of the spoon, just a bit. Your pink tongue darts over your bottom lip to catch a bit of frosting and Rick Flag’s pulse skyrockets like it hasn’t in a long damn time. 

You startle when Rick says your name a little too loud. 

“Sorry,” He shifts in his seat. Trying again in a calmer tone, he searches for the words carefully. “I might’ve also come up here to, uh, ask you something, now that I think about it.”

You arch a brow. 

An unfamiliar wave of hesitation washes over the man. Busying himself with the plate in front of him, he cuts off a piece of the roll with his fork and shoves it into his mouth.

“I was hopin’— Well, I was wonderin’— Christ, this is good.” He chokes out gruffly behind his fist.

Quietly, you place the spoon in your hand into the sink and take your time as Rick chews. When he’s finally through his first bite, you place your elbows on the counter and lean in so close Rick has to inch back. It’s a funny image. Like a fawn spooking a big bear.

“Richard, I’ve made something every week for the past three months in the hopes that at least my baking would catch your attention. And every week, something gets in the way. So I really, really hope your question is ‘Will you go out to dinner with me,’ or else I may just have to tie you up and make dinner for you right here instead.”

He blinks at you wordlessly several times. An eon seems to pass as your little bit of bravado fades. Did you really just hit on your superior? On Colonel Flag? You really just went and did it now, didn't you?

You shrink when he finally leans in to meet you, but where you expect more of that stunned look, you find a spark of heat instead.

“Alright...How about I do you one better and make something for you, huh? How about tonight?” 

You arch a brow at him, shocked. “You cook?”

“I grill.” He clarifies with a lopsided smile. “Don’t tell no one, but some of the other boys keep one over by the hangar. For when we get sick’a the mess hall food.”

With that hint of sugar and spice still on his tongue and the look in your eyes as he stands back up to his full height, Rick lets the doubt from earlier roll off him. 

‘I’ve made something every week for the past three months…’ For him. 

Rick reaches up to grasp your chin between his calloused fingers gently.

“Let me do all the cookin’ for you this time, darling,” A smirk forms when he notices the flush creep up your face. “And if you feel like it, y'can still tie me up after if you want to.”

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 31

Dreams Do Come True

👻 the title of this part is actually about me. i've been wanting a completed challenge since 2017. finally it's done, so i'm really happy.

👻 thanks to @honeytwo and @wonsheep for always being there for me when i had to stick the material under their noses! thanks to everyone who read this collection! <3

👻 i have prepared a special section for today: two monsters - separately. one is a siren (seonghwa) and the other is a vampire (sunghoon). i have tried to stay within the fluff.

👻 happy halloween!

👻 flufftober masterlist | main masterlist

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1. Gorgeous

He looked at the fish first, then at you, the one who gave it to him.

"Eat." You confirmed as you sat down on one of the rocks along the shore and smiled, giving him a pat.

Seonghwa took one last tentative look at the still, slimy tuna, then his hunger overwhelmed him, his teeth snapping as he began to tear the flesh from his prey.

In just a few minutes, all that's left are the bones and a few splinters, and he drags the battered skeleton ashore. Embarrassed, he doesn't dare look at you. He hadn't planned to feed at any time before you. His kind is barbaric in the way it carves meat.

He's a real monster.

"You're leaving already?" Your voice is tinged with surprise and disappointment as you notice the siren backing away.

Seonghwa looks up at this and sees that you've settled in, got your sketchbook out and are busily working on something.

"Are you not afraid of me?" he asks again.

"No."

Seonghwa wipes some blood from his face.

"And are you not disgusted either? If you don't want my company anymore, let me know and I'll leave. You don't have to bring any more fish."

"I like your company. And I've never met anyone as gorgeous as you. I want you to stay."

The siren blushes - he's never been called gorgeous - he nods, then swims back to shore, even sits out, leaving only the end of his snake-like, heavy fin in the water. He looks up at you.

"What would you like me to tell you about?"

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2. Nightmares

You kneel before the coffin on the cold stone. Your fingers softly caressing the cedar tree, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I'm very sorry to bother you, master. I've had another bad dream, and I can't help myself. I thought that maybe you could help me somehow..."

The lid of the coffin rises with a creak, and a graceful, handsome man comes out from the red velvet lining. His face devoid of emotion, his red eyes fixed on your mortal face. Finally he holds out his palm, offering you a seat beside him in the cramped coffin.

"Thank you, my lord." You place your hand in the other's gratefully, even a small smile appears on the edge of your trembling lips.

The vampire pulls you in beside him, letting your hot body press tight against his. He doesn't even mind that his clothes will be wet from tears. He closes the cover and the cold darkness falls over you.

Here in Sunghoon's cold arms, snuggled against his chest, you feel much safer in the crypt than in your soft and warm bed. In the monster's hands, the promise of nightmares doesn't haunt you.

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[itzr4v3n]

Day 31: Halloween Costumes

Losing motivation for Flufftober and I forgot to draw the final Halloween drawing, so have a screenshot instead

Grayscale definitely said "Where's my mothy?" at least once

[merlatealeaf72]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pomni/Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus) Characters: Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus), Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus) Additional Tags: Flufftober 2024, Fluff, Existentialism, Mentioned Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), Pomni Needs a Hug (The Amazing Digital Circus), Comfort, Pomni thinks everything is pointless Series: Part 31 of Mer's Flufftober Summary:

@flufftober Day 31: Make a Wish

Ragatha encourages Pomni to make a wish on a shooting star

[rainbowfey]

Day 31: Dreams Do Come True

@flufftober

„Are you sure that this is enough candy?” Izuna asked, furrowing an eyebrow. Madara stared at the table in front of them that was almost crooking under the weight of at least half a dozen buckets full of candy. Madara was fairly sure that even one more candy bar could tip the scale and since he wasn’t too keen on buying a new table, he grabbed Izuna’s shoulder and preventively ushered him out of his kitchen.

“Yes, I am sure,” he replied firmly, hoping that the subtle warning in his tone was enough to dissuade Izuna from insisting on even more candy. “Didn’t you want to prepare the living room or something?”

Before Izuna had a chance to make up his mind, Hashirama’s head popped up from the living room, beaming excitedly. “Yes! Izuna, come over here!”

Madara sighed in relief and gave Izuna a light push. He watched as Izuna joined a very enthusiastic Hashirama who had been bustling about in his living room for quite some time now. Madara wasn’t too sure about whether he wanted to see what Hashirama had contrived this time – especially because he was well aware that Izuna’s participation in this would only encourage Hashirama in whatever he was on about. Under normal circumstances, Madara would have never allowed Hashirama to plan a Halloween gathering at his place but the possibility of Tobirama showing up was enough of an incentive to accept Hashirama’s suggestion without missing a beat. And now he had to live with the consequences which consisted of Hashirama’s giddiness and Izuna’s malicious compliance with whatever he thought could drive Madara up the walls.

Madara flinched when he heard a scraping noise from his living room, followed by the giggle of two people. He sighed deeply and shook his head, asking himself what he had gotten himself into this time. He was about to go check on Hashirama and Izuna when his bell rang, making him stop dead in his tracks. His heart started beating faster almost instantly. There was only one guest left who hadn’t shown up yet.

Madara took a deep breath and assumed an unfazed look, walking towards the door and opening it confidently. And even though he wasn’t entirely surprised, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Tobirama on his porch, clasping something in his hands.

“Hi,” Madara said as nonchalantly as possible, giving him a sly smile that made Tobirama blush instantly. Madara relished in his inadvertent reaction and felt his body relax a bit. He made a welcoming gesture but Tobirama stayed put, nervously staring at the package he was holding.

“Uh, hi,” he said, avoiding Madara’s gaze. “I … er …” His voice faded away and he stared at his hands helplessly.

Madara tried to suppress the warm smile trying to creep onto his face. It did seem like as if Tobirama hadn’t yet gotten over his embarrassment from the past day. Madara had fallen asleep on Tobirama’s couch, only to be woken up by loud bangs from afar and movement somewhere beside him. It had taken him a while to figure out where he was and what was going on. And when he had finally understood what was going on, Tobirama had already taken off – and with him, Madara’s sweater. In his daze, Tobirama had grabbed the wrong sweater, leaving Madara at his house with no change of clothes. And since he hadn’t seen much of an alternative, Madara had quickly put on Tobirama’s sweater, following him towards the fire they had spent hours fighting. By the time they had finally managed to put the fire out, Madara had already forgotten about the not so familiar sweater he was wearing, especially since it turned out to be very comfortable. It had been Izuna who had noticed Tobirama’s mistake – and of course, his younger brother hadn’t been able or willing to zip it, putting them both on the spot with his particularly sassy remarks. And to make matters worse, a usually very oblivious Hashirama had finally caught on, entirely incredulously asking them whether they were a thing. For a moment, Madara had been very worried that Tobirama would just die of embarrassment on the spot, especially since Hashirama and Izuna hadn’t taken no for an answer. In the end, Madara had felt the urge to put his foot down, shutting them both up rather harshly even though he himself had quite enjoyed the situation. But his amusement wasn’t worth Tobirama’s discomfort in the slightest.

Madara eyed the package in Tobirama’s hands curiously and he noticed that the black fabric seemed quite familiar. “Is that my sweater?” he asked and Tobirama nodded quickly.

“I washed it,” he said quickly. “I’m not sure whether I’ve managed to get all the soot off though. It still smells a bit like smoke.” And after a short pause, he stared at his feet and mumbled, “I’m sorry. I should’ve taken better care of it.”

Madara grinned at him. “And let the village burn down in the process? I don’t think so. You didn’t do anything wrong, they would’ve been screwed without your help.”

Tobirama looked up in surprise, staring at him. “I’m sure they would’ve been just fine,” he replied a bit stunned.

Madara shook his head emphatically. “Absolutely not. Your lead and your rather impressive water release saved the day.”

Tobirama’s blush deepened and he shuffled his feet, awkwardly holding the neatly folded sweater out to Madara. “You’re exaggerating,” he mumbled, avoiding Madara’s gaze.

Madara reluctantly accepted the sweater. He didn’t feel like returning Tobirama’s sweater just yet but now it seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice. “No, I’m not,” he retorted. “But now come in, we’ve been waiting for you.”

And with these words, he held the door open. After a moment of hesitation, Tobirama nodded slightly and slipped past him. He hadn’t finished taking off his shoes and jacket when Hashirama had already noticed his arrival, howling in joy. Madara hadn’t even closed the door when Tobirama had already been pulled into the living room by his brother. With a light smile, he set the sweater down on his cupboard and followed them into the living room.

Upon entering though, Madara froze. He stared at his living room, blinking once, twice, three times before he could make out the familiar shapes of his furniture under the multitude of Halloween themed decorations. His couch and armchairs were covered in orange and black cushions and blankets, one uglier than the other, covered in spider, pumpkin or ghost patterns. A hideous jack-o-lantern sat enthroned on his television, staring down at them with a dreadful – and very clumsily carved – grin. Next to the television towered several stacks of video tapes, swaying dangerously whenever someone even as much as breathed in their proximity. And the worst of it all was the stack of costumes threateningly spread out on his coffee table. “Oh no,” Madara muttered and he saw a hint of despair on Tobirama’s face who was cornered by Hashirama who was already wearing an absolutely atrocious pumpkin costume. Madara turned to flee but he was quickly stopped by Izuna blocking his way, a malicious smile on his lips. Izuna was dressed up as a bat, giant flaps of fabric moving around his arms.

“You stay here,” he said with the most evil smile Madara had ever seen on his brother. His heart dropped into his guts when he saw the costume in Izuna’s hand.

“No, don’t even think of it,” he said, raising his hands in a not so subtle warning. “You can’t make me do this!”

A while later, Madara sat on his couch, still a bit rattled by what had happened. He had in fact erred – and now, he sat on the sofa, dejectedly looking down at the rather fancy vampire costume he had been forced into. Who would’ve known that Izuna was this strong? The only thing that gave him solace was Tobirama’s equally as thunderstruck face. Hashirama had proven to be a worthy partner for Izuna and they had teamed up, overpowering Madara and Tobirama within seconds, leaving them no chance to defend themselves. And now, Madara had turned into a very gloomy vampire while Tobirama had become a still fairly startled looking ghost. Now that he examined him, Madara couldn’t help but notice that Tobirama had to be the most attractive ghost he had ever seen. The white fabric of the costume went astonishingly well with his pale face and silver hair, enhancing the red markings in his face that now looked like bloody tears. The only thing that didn’t quite fit was the puzzled expression on his face. They exchanged a look and Madara couldn’t help but grin at Tobirama’s pained look. But before they had a chance to speak about what had happened, a very jubilant pumpkin and bat returned, throwing themselves onto the couches with a satisfied sigh.

“We have carried the candy buckets to the door already so you won’t have to do it,” Izuna informed Madara graciously.

Madara furrowed an eyebrow and stared at his little brother. “If you think I’ll be handing out candy to little kids, you have been mistaken.”

Hashirama beamed at him and shrugged. “That’s fine, isn’t it, Izuna? We’ll do it alone.”

Izuna seemed like he wanted to protest but Madara shot him a warning look and Izuna closed his mouth with an amused look. Perhaps he had gotten the message but it seemed more likely to Madara that Izuna knew that he had overstepped the mark already by shoving Madara in a ridiculous vampire costume and didn’t dare to anger him further.

The next couple of hours entailed a whirlwind of Halloween themed snacks, the bell ringing, Hashirama and Izuna jumping up and gleefully handing out candy to kids that wore even more ridiculous costumes than they did. Again and again, the sound of the bell pierced Madara’s eardrums and after a while, he went over to pouring them drinks in the meantime, slowly but steadily turning them all a bit tipsy. Even Tobirama seemed to finally relax a bit and they started chatting about everything that came to mind. After a while, the steady stream of children slowly started trickling and they finally settled down. The room had turned pretty warm in the meantime and Madara found himself feeling slightly hazy due to the warmth and certainly also the drinks. And when Izuna got up, exclaiming that he’d prepare some snacks, Madara took the chance and stood up slowly.

“I’ll go get some fresh air,” he explained and Hashirama nodded happily, eyeing the video tapes next to the television that most definitely also conformed to the Halloween theme which sent a shiver down Madara’s spine.

When Madara turned to leave, he heard soft footsteps behind him and when he looked over his shoulder he saw that Tobirama had also gotten up. “I’ll join you, if you don’t mind,” he said and Madara nodded.

Together, they left the living room and Madara led him through the hallway, past the kitchen and to his patio. He opened the door and stepped out into the cold, Tobirama following closely behind. When they closed the door behind them, Madara turned on the dim patio light which illuminated the patio barely enough for Madara to make out Tobirama’s face who now leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. Madara closed his eyes for a moment and relished in the cool air. He felt his mind slowly clearing and he sighed in relief. And with the cold came a new confidence that he hadn’t felt before.

Madara opened his eyes and looked at Tobirama who seemed fairly calm and relaxed. And suddenly, he decided to finally get closure. “Tobirama?” he asked and Tobirama gave him an asking look. “Why have you been behaving so weird recently?”

Tobirama froze and stared at him. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he said slowly, a hint of unease flickering in his eyes. Madara took a deep breath and decided to be frank. “Well, I was under the impression that we’ve been starting to get along. But a couple of days ago, you’ve basically done a U-turn. You’ve been distant, even more than before and I’d really like to know why.”

Tobirama stared at the ground in front of his feet for a moment but then he sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping down a bit. Madara’s heart fluttered nervously in his chest and he started to get the sinking feeling that Tobirama was finally preparing to reject him. But even if he did, Madara wanted it to happen now rather than at a later point. Even now, he was already way too smitten with Tobirama and if he didn’t bring clarity, it would only get worse.  

After what felt like an eternity, Tobirama straightened up and returned Madara’s look. “I have overheard your conversation with Izuna a couple of days ago,” he started, his voice quavering only ever so slightly. His gaze remained firm. “And I think I might have been mistaken.”

Madara tilted his head and looked at him, his whole body feeling tense in anticipation of what was to come next.

Tobirama sighed and shook his head. “I have to apologize for my behavior. I should have known better but for some reason, it didn’t even come to my mind that there might be someone else already. I’ve only realized that when I heard you and Izuna talking about him. I’m sorry. I don’t want to stand in the way of you and him.”

Madara stared at him speechlessly while his mind desperately tried to make sense of what Tobirama was saying. He thought back to the conversation with Izuna where he had accidentally started swooning over Tobirama, only to protest when Izuna amusedly asked him whether he was into him. Tobirama had overheard how he had called him Mr. Perfect and … Madara froze. Suddenly, he realized that he had never once mentioned Tobirama’s name in the conversation with Izuna.

And with the impact of a meteor, all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

“You’re such an idiot, little Senju,” he groaned and buried his face in his hands, torn between frustration and hysterical laughter when the past couple of days finally made sense.

Tobirama shifted from one foot to the other, eyeing him increasingly worried. “I am so sorry,” he said, his voice starting to sound slightly concerned. “I didn’t mean to –“

But before he had the chance to finish his sentence, Madara had regained enough composure to start speaking again. “Tobirama, you are so …” He stopped, paused and took a deep breath, Tobirama’s worried gaze locked onto him. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud in desperation. “Tobirama, I’ve been talking about you. You are Mr. Perfect, don’t you understand? It’s always been you!”

Tobirama’s jaw dropped and he stared at Madara entirely bewildered. “I … you … what?!”

Madara started laughing and his whole body trembled when relief and disbelief collided with each other. Tobirama still seemed entirely shocked. His mouth opened and closed at a loss of words. Madara tried desperately to calm down and when he finally managed to gather himself, he grabbed Tobirama’s hand and looked at him solemnly. “I am into you, Tobirama. The question is, what about you?”

Tobirama stared down at their hands and Madara’s heart skipped a beat when he didn’t reply instantly. But then, Tobirama squeezed his hand and his cheeks got blazing red. “I like you, too,” he said softly, still sounding slightly incredulous. But slowly, the realization seemed to sink in and his face lit up. Madara’s heart melted when Tobirama started smiling, his gorgeous eyes shining like the stars above them. And before he knew what was happening, Tobirama pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him. Madara’s heart thundered in his chest when Tobirama came closer, a vulnerable expression in his eyes. And all uncertainty faded away when Madara closed the distance between them, stealing Tobirama a tender kiss.

He still felt Tobirama’s warm lips on his when he heard the creak of the patio door behind them. He felt Tobirama releasing him reluctantly and Madara turned around to face Hashirama and Izuna who stood on the doorsteps, their eyes wide opened. Madara held his breath and peered at Tobirama, tensely waiting for his reaction. But to his surprise, Tobirama returned Hashirama’s gaze entirely unfazed. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, he took Madara’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You wanted to say?” he asked, giving his brother a sassy look.

And all at once, Hashirama and Izuna started beaming. They exchanged a look and Izuna held his hand up to a high five which Hashirama returned. “Finally!” Hashirama burst out, Izuna nodding emphatically.

And in this moment, Madara couldn’t imagine ever being happier. But when he glanced at Tobirama who returned his smile tenderly, he knew that there were still many dimensions of happiness left for them to discover.

[marcusdoodlesalot]

Day 31: Dreams Do Come True

I FUCKING DID IT!!!!

[divinemissem13]

Good To The Last Drop

Prompt: Flufftober, day 31: Dreams do come true (tumblr)/ Halloween costumes (reddit) Fandoms: Star Trek (VOY, PIC) Ship: Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway AO3 Link

Beverly loves Halloween and is determined that, by the end of the day, Kathryn will love it too.

“Trick or treat!” Beverly bounces onto the bed with a level of exuberance usually displayed by a much younger woman.

Kathryn groans and pulls the blanket over her head before mumbling, “You’d better have coffee or else this is a very mean trick.”

Beverly leans over and pulls the blanket back down so that she can waft the cup of coffee under Kathryn’s nose. Kathryn cautiously opens one eye to assess the situation before she sits up and takes the novelty Halloween mug from Beverly. It is shaped like a pumpkin with a stem curled around to form the handle, but Kathryn can overlook the ridiculous mug as long as the coffee is good.

Beverly waits, somewhat patiently, for Kathryn to have enough coffee to allow for a real ‘good morning.’ Her eyes gleam and sparkle, though, betraying her calm outward demeanor to Kathryn who eyes her over the rim of the mug. 

Kathryn finishes about half of the coffee and then finally musters up an amused smile for her partner. “I know you have a thing for ghosts, but I had no idea you were so into Halloween,” she teases, thinking about a very particular ghost from Beverly’s past.

Beverly rolls her eyes and scoots up to lean against the headboard next to Kathryn. “Oh, yes, you know me and ghosts: that’s why I find it so charming when you pull the bed sheets over your head,” Beverly says sarcastically, wondering why she ever thought it was a good idea to tell Kathryn about Ronin. She does love Halloween though, and this one in particular, so she forgives Kathryn easily and leans over to give her a peck on the cheek. “Good morning, by the way,” she says, casually tucking her head into Kathryn’s shoulder and knitting their legs together under the covers. 

Kathryn kisses the top of her head and the two sit quietly, basking in the autumn sun and in each other. This is Kathryn’s favorite part of the day and she dreads the last sip of coffee because it means they will have to get up and get ready to face the world outside of their bedroom. So she drinks her first cup of coffee now much slower than she used to, sometimes even starting a conversation to stall the inevitable. 

“So tell me, what is it about Halloween?” she nudges Beverly gently to elicit an answer.

Keep reading on AO3 (sorry this is a long one!)

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Prompt Day 31: dreams do come true

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Rating/Length: 1,048; T

Tags: fluff, Established Relationship

Summary: Teddy thinks back on his relationship with Mort

Day thirty-one of flufftober 2023: dreams do come true

Authors Note: we’ve finally reached the end! Thirty-one days, thirty-one fics! I am tired, I’m going to bed! Happy Halloween!

@flufftober

[artekai]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Horizon (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: One-sided Talanah Khane Padish/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Dailah Khane Jageer (Original Carja Character), Talanah Khane Padish, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Misogyny, (specifically canon typical Carja misogyny), Internalized Misogyny, Internalized Homophobia, Flufftober 2023, Original Character-centric

Series: Part 1 of Shattered Stars

Summary:

When Dailah gets too nervous to face Sun King Avad, hearing about the newest Sunhawk of the Hunters' Lodge gives her a little bit of courage.

@flufftober 2023 Day 31: Dreams do come true

[someonedefinitely]

starts to prepare for my first sicktember early since the entire first half of the month is occupied by mid terms

[consciouscarrot]

day 31 - foursome [r.lupin, s.black, j.potter]

poly!marauders x fem!reader

content warnings; fucking filth, barty slander (sorry), bit cringe on the werewolf mentions (sorry again), very unrealistic smut, public vaginal fingering (r receiving), male oral (remus and sirius receiving), bondage with a belt (r receiving), female oral (r receiving), p in v sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal fingering (sirius receiving), lots of pet names (as usual), implied subspace, one mention of drool/dribble, a bit of sirius x remus focused :))

notes; last fic for my first (and hopefully not last) kinktober. only remus for a while, then the boys join later- not much james in this one i’m afraid. longest fic to date by a landslide eek MDNI

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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professor binns was rabbiting on about something you really didn’t care to listen to, more than happy to just copy remus’ notes later on.

you were sat together at the back of the classroom, trying not to doze off at the monotone voice echoing throughout the room. remus’ hand sat steady on your thigh, where it had been practically glued for the past couple days, the full moon rapidly approaching.

he was always more possessive around this time, wanting no one but the boys to as much as look at you, and even then they were on thin ice. it almost always ended up with you spread eagle beneath him, his thick cock pounding into you, impossibly high stamina causing you to be practically immobile by the time he’s satiated.

clenching your thighs together, you snapped out of your lustful daydreams, looking around to make sure no one noticed, when you spotted barty crouch jr staring at you, insufferable smirk on his face as he looked you up and down, eyes very obviously lingering on your tits.

you shifted, trying to turn away from barty’s leering when you felt remus’ scarred hand slide further up your thigh, edging awfully close to the hem of your skirt, his fingers tightening against your flesh in a near bruising grip.

looking at up at him, you saw his gaze locked on barty, eyes narrowed and barely containing the possessive growl you knew his wolf wanted to let out.

“remmy?” you inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped underneath your skirt, teasing along the gusset of your cotton underwear in slow, barely there touches, just enough to get slick to pool out of your cunt, desire creeping up your spine, leaving you near breathless with want, despite the perverted audience.

you bit your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral as you whimpered his name again quietly, looking over to find barty still staring, though his jaw had dropped slightly, focus much lower than it had been before.

“can you keep quiet for me, angel? need to teach junior a lesson,” he said, not bothering to spare you a glance as he pulled your now damp underwear to the side, smirking at the little gasp you let out when the cold air hit your bare cunt.

“mine,” he growled quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, never taking his eyes off barty for a second. you were grateful that remus’ hand covered you, not that he would ever let anyone but the boys see your body.

his fingers slid along your slit, collecting the slippery slick as he pulled your leg atop of his. his digits finally entered your heat, and you grasped desperately at his wrist with both hands, simultaneously wanting him to stop and keep going as he pumped in and out of you, tendons flexing beneath your fingertips.

struggling to maintain your composure, you buried your face into remus’ arm, praying that he’d be merciful and cast a silencing spell. blood pooled into your mouth as your teeth broke through your lip, thin skin splitting painfully as your hips bucked into his touch, high building quicker than usual.

“i want you to look at junior when you cum, if you look away even for a moment, i won’t let you cum. do you understand?” he was finally looking at you when you peeled your face from his arm, all teary eyes and flushed as you nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘i understand’ when he gave you a look.

you met barty’s wide eyes, not failing to notice how the front of his trousers has tented up, body tense as he watched your face crumple as you came, head tipping forward slightly at the sporadic pulsing of your cunt.

you collapsed back into remus’ side as you calmed down, eyes fluttering shut so you were unable to see how after remus pulled his cum coated fingers out of your underwear, he licked them clean, skin glistening with slick and saliva.

you nearly jumped when everyone stood up, panicking that they’d all caught on to the depraved act you’d just committed, only relaxing when remus rubbed your arm, telling you that class was over.

quickly fixing your underwear, he helped you up, your legs trembling from the effort so soon after cumming. you could only stand there helplessly as he packed away your stuff, throwing both your bags over his shoulder as you watched him in a daze.

you could barely think as remus half held you up as you started the walk back to the boy’s dorm, you clinging to his shirt as you tried your best to hurry after him.

you squealed when he shoved the two of you into an alcove, casting a wandless silencing spell before pressing you against the cold, brick wall and kissing you. you moaned into it, his saliva soothing your bloodied lip as he devoured you, tongue sliding against yours.

already feeling needy again, you wiggled against him, willing him to understand what you wanted, melting as his lips trailed over your neck, sucking plum bruises into the flesh, his sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin.

“oh- remmy, please,”

“shh, i know,” he said as he pulled away, undoing his belt, “need to feel your mouth on me, baby.”

you nodded mindlessly, his fingers pressing down on your shoulders until you dropped to your knees, placing your hands on your thighs obediently as you waited for his further instruction, watching with eager eyes as he pulled out his throbbing cock, tip red with arousal, a small glob of pre dribbling down his slit.

he fisted at your hair, clasping it into a makeshift ponytail before using it to guide you closer, hips jumping in suspense. leaning forward, your tongue swirled around his tip, the salty taste of his pre exploding on your tongue, making you whimper. he groaned low at the vibrations, muttering sweet yet filthy praises as his head tilted back against the stone.

dark eyes bored into yours as you took him down your throat, never looking away from eachother, even as you choked around him and tears ran down your face, cooling your heated cheeks.

“oh fuck- gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours- so close- so- oh,” his hips stilled, cum spilling onto your tongue with a drawn out moan, fingers digging into your scalp.

he nearly came again when he opened his eyes, the sight of you sat so prettily before him, tongue sticking out to show him the way his pearly cum coated the pink muscle, smiling softly with dilated pupils and oh so eager to please him.

“shit- good girl, you can swallow now,”

you nearly beamed at that, swallowing happily as he pulled you up into his arms, pressed your bodies together to kiss you again, the taste of himself on your tongue making his dick twitch as he put it away.

~

you barely made it back to the dorm, having to stop every so often to exchange sloppy kisses and dry hump eachother, just to ease the tension until the need to feel each other’s bodies was satiated for a moment.

he opened the door for you, finding the room empty, and you realised that james and sirius were most likely going to be late back as they’d be coming from quidditch practice.

you turned to remus, finding him watching you, back leant against the door.

“strip and get on the bed,” he said, leaving you no room for arguments as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

you walked over to his bed, ripping off items of clothing as you move, before crawling up to kneel again, waiting patiently for him.

he spent a few minutes just watching you, observing your every tic, the way you breathed heavily, mouth slightly parted and cheeks rosy, the way your breath hitched when he began to walk over to you, loosening his tie and undoing his belt again, wrapping it around his rough palm.

his free hand cupped your face, thumb gliding over your glossy lips as he smiled at you, pressing the digit into your mouth, humming at the way you suckled at it, lids fluttering in pure bliss.

"what's your safe word, sweetheart?" he pulled his thumb out with a wet pop, smearing your spit back over your lips as you mumbled against him.

"yellow for slow, red for stop,"

"good girl, now lie back for me,"

once you were flat against the bed, he flipped you over, pulling your hands behind your back to tie your wrists together with his belt, tight enough to make it hurt just enough for your mind to go fully spacey.

satisfied with the bonds, he gripped your hips, tugging them up so that you were on display for him, cunt exposed and face pressed into the sheets, facing the closed door.

slick had poured down your thighs, smearing across your skin from all the dry humping and walking. he kneeled down on the bed before gently blowing air onto your puffy cunt, chuckling when you pushed back on the feeling, desperate for any kind of stimulation.

giving you no warning, he shoved his face into the mess between your thighs, eating you out from behind. you cried out, unable but needing to grip at his hair and pull him into you. he lapped at your arousal before drawing your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly at the sensitive nub, holding you down as you writhed and kneading at whatever skin he could reach.

you were a mess of constant whimpers, your high building up quicker than you could cope with. but, just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled away, your orgasm falling just right outside your reach.

“no, no please-, i was good! no-,”

remus watching your cunt clench around nothing, even more slick dribbling out, although now it had turned thicker and opaque, just how he liked it.

“you’re creaming f’me already, baby? i don’t even have to try and your cunts all messy,”

tears streamed down your face and you begged him to make you cum, begged him to make you feel good, making desperate promises to do anything he wanted, anything at all.

“shh, it’s okay, need to feel you cumming round my cock, ‘kay?”

you nodded, just happy that you were getting what you wanted.

he pulled his cock out again, still damp with your saliva as he rubbed his tip against your puffy cunt before pushing in. you always took him so well, tight walls hugging him like a glove, pulsing to accommodate his length, cunt almost as eager to please as you were.

you mewled as he started fucking you, one of his feet up by your head for leverage, pounding into your sloppy hole. you were so close already, only needing a few thrusts to tip over the edge, your thighs trembling and fingers trying to grasp at anything behind you.

you screamed when he didn’t stop, gushing around his cock as you’re immediately sent into another orgasm, his fingers swirling on your oversensitive pearl. you tried to squirm away, mouth open in a silent scream as you panicked at the overstimulation.

he hushed you, groaning at the way you clenched down on him before he pressed his weight onto you, cementing you to the mattress and biting into your shoulder to keep you grounded.

you were both getting close again, eyes rolling back, his fingers slid up your back to the base of your scalp, gripping at your hair, pain and pleasure swirling together as you came again, squirting so forcefully that his cock was forced out of you.

“this pretty cunt is mine,” he growled, pushing back in just in time to coat your walls in his cum, walls fluttering around him at the noises that came from remus’ mouth.

you sighed, beginning to relax now that you thought you were getting a break, thinking he was going to stop and pull out any second.

you started sobbing when reality hit you, his hips never slowing. you were so overwhelmed and feeling almost too good, his tip hitting your g spot perfectly on every thrust, clouding your head in a fog so thick that you wouldn’t be able to get out of it on your own, completely gone under his touch.

“i know, i know, bunny. doing so well, that’s it, sweet thing,”

you’re a complete mess beneath him, shaking violently as you babbled, unable to form proper words or sentences, nipples brushing harshly against the sheets.

you barely noticed the door opening, both james and sirius entering wide eyed to the display of you being pounded into the mattress, looking at them all glassy-eyed with an empty head.

“are you two just going to stand there like muppets or are you going to join us?” remus quipped, moaning loudly when you squirted again.

snapping out their daze, sirius quickly locked the door behind him before they scrambled over, cocks already chubbing up.

james went over to remus, rubbing at your back as he intently watched the strings of slick joining your skin as the latter thrust his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping and lewd, wet squelches filling the room.

sirius however, went straight over to your head, kneeling down next to you with concern wrenching his features, carbon black eyes piercing into your teary ones.

“you okay, lovebug? doing so good for rem,” he said quietly, more than well aware of how remus could get at this time. he stroked your sweat-damp hair out of your flushed face, ignoring the way his cock was throbbing in his trousers at your uncontrolled noises, completely pliant and docile.

unable to speak, remus luckily took mercy and answered for you, “she’s juusst fine, aren’t ya, sweet thing?”

you nodded into the sheets, james testing the waters a he ran his hands strayed from your back, squeezing at whatever flesh remus allowed him to.

sirius planted kisses over your face, murmuring praises to you sweetly. he loved these moments with you, getting to be the one to comfort you whilst you were flying high on pleasure. he kept talking you through it as remus came again, soothing you when you whimpered at remus pulling out to let james have a go, leaving nothing to stop the mixture of his and your cum to dribble out of you, trickling down your sore thighs.

remus undid his belt from around your wrists, rubbing at the reddened skin as he encourage james to take his place, watching as the latter pushed into your heat, whining at the warmth of you.

“easy now, she’s tired,”

“she feels so good,” james grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he started thrusting into you, starting out slow and controlled before he gave up trying to hold back, fucking you so hard you could barely breathe.

you just about managed to bring your aching arms up, reaching for sirius, he brought his hands to meet yours, thinking that’s what you wanted, only to lurch over at the way you palmed over his trousers, fingers fiddling with his zip.

“please?” you whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“okay, okay fuck- think you can take me in your mouth, darling? yeah? okay,”

sirius bit back a groan at the way you were already salivating at the sight of his cock, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth as your tongue lulled out, looking up at him as you waited for him.

you let out the prettiest little noises around his cock, sending vibrations through him making him shudder as remus came up behind him, guiding him to lean back and let him undress him.

you hummed in satisfaction, watching remus tease at sirius’ nipples and suck at his neck whilst both their eyes were on you, muttering filthy things as james continued to fuck you, all desperate thrusts of hips and sweet moans.

“good girl, taking siri so well,”

“yeah, she’s so good- more please- oh,”

sirius’ balls slapped against your wet chin, his hips bucking into your mouth when you increased the suction, tongue swirling at the underside of his cock, gagging slightly at the intrusion.

james pulled your torso up a little, tugging you up so that sirius could fuck your mouth easier, strong arms working to hold you up, “there you go, feeling good, baby?”

you nodded the best you could with a cock between your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head with the noises that echoed around the room.

sirius’ cock twitched in your mouth when remus’ hands started wandering, watching the way he cleaned up you spit coated chin with his fingers, before sliding his hand down to sirius’ ass, gently stroking over his rim, causing him to buck into your mouth harshly.

“fuck- rem i can’t- cant take both,”

“yes, you can pads, let us make you feel good, hm?”

sirius had no chance to object before remus was pushing a finger inside, prying open his tight hole and pressing against his sweet spot, making sirius toss his head back against remus’ shoulder.

sirius’ hips bucked wildly into you, moaning at the way you spluttered around him, spit drooling onto his hard cock. he didn’t last long before cumming straight down your throat, the dual sensations of your mouth on him and remus’ fingers inside too much at once.

whimpering as you continued to suckle on his sensitive head, his legs gave out, the only thing holding him up being remus’ free arm wrapped around his waist. the lycanthrope’s fingers slowed to a stop as he gently pulled the boy’s cock out of your mouth, before guiding him to lay down next to you.

you brought a shaky hand up to sirius’ beside you, clutching at him for dear life as james pushed you head back into the linen sheets, hips speeding up more than you thought possible.

the warmth deep inside your belly was spreading, making your toes curl, unable to do anything but cry and take it, screaming in pleasure.

your thighs were burning from exertion, jaw aching and cunt oversensitive, but you didn’t care, you weren’t even capable of caring about anything other than cumming at that moment, the feel of james’ tip hitting your g-spot rendering you cock drunk.

“you’re so tight, lovie. need to feel you cum, m’so close- oh,”

remus knelt down beside you, taking sirius’ place as he murmured to you, “being so good f’me, darling. just one more and you’re mine again. cum on jamie’s cock for me and i’ll spend the next 24 hours worshipping your body.”

you instantly fell apart, nails digging into sirius’ skin as your eyes rolled back, body shaking so hard that james was half worried he’d broken you, before he too came, flooding your insides with his seed, your pulsing cunt milking him for all that he’s worth.

you both collapsed, lying in a pool of your own bodily fluids, a mixture of everyone’s cum and sweat, spit and tears. you couldn’t find it within yourself to care, still mewling even though no one was touching you anymore, aftershocks nearly enough to make you cum again.

using what little strength you had left, you managed to peel open your eyes, finding remus’ gaze still locked on you, lips pulled into a smug smirk as he mouthed to you, “mine.”

he planted a long kiss to your sweaty forehead, before he allowed sirius to pull you into him, your tits pressed against his chest as you buried your face into his neck, dark curls tickling your nose, his arms enveloping you.

you felt remus stroke at your hair, still knelt on the floor, as james joined the cuddle, curling up behind you with a worn out sigh, “what triggered that then?”

you whined into sirius at the question, worrying that it would set remus off again, the former’s large hands rubbing soothingly at your back.

“junior was leering at her,” he growled, tension filling the air as his fist subconsciously gripped at your hair, making you go rigid, “he wanted to touch her.”

“we can deal with it tomorrow,”

“yeah moony, let’s just look after our girl for now,”

remus hummed, seemingly content with that, fist relaxing as he pressed a few apologetic kisses over your head, waiting until you hummed in acknowledgment to speak, voice low with thick desire.

“it’s my turn again, sweet girl,”

despite being so worn out, you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched at that, warm cum oozing out with a sleepy moan.

you were the lamb to his wolf, helpless prey only there to entertain him, to please him; and he would never let you go.

[flufftober]

🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our fourth annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃

We’re so excited to be back and have you here once again!

As always, let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 for that to happen, you can either use our 31 regular prompts or enjoy a little challenge 😏

Below the cut, you'll find all our rules, posting info, and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask.

And now, for the challenge...

Prompt Extras

We love to see how many of you get inspired by our prompts every year - be it by the original list or the Prompt Extras. Once again we're offering you that option and you're more than welcome to replace prompts from the original list if they don't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.

As has become tradition, we offer you last year's top five fan favorites (as voted in the end survey). In addition to that, we also offer a little challenge: five angsty prompts for you to turn fluffy!

If you don't want to replace any prompt from the original list but still love the additional ones - or you simply want to challenge yourself even further - you can also mix them all together!

So in whichever way you use these Prompt Extras, have fun with them and go wild 💚

We hope you like these prompts, and now

Happy Creating 🥳

Standard Blog Rules & FAQ

Addendum: We do not allow AI creations of any kind.

(Due to previous asks, we made sure to add more points to this section - while they're not new rules, they're newer to this list, so you'll find them colored green)

No inc*st or p*dophilia - we can’t keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it won’t be reblogged. No inc*st: This rule does not apply to distant cousins and such, as you might find in the LotR fandom (or basically in all of European Monarchy). The line we draw is at direct blood relations (siblings, parents, kids) and/or legal guardianship. No p*dophilia: This rule does not rule out fandoms that feature teenagers such as Harry Potter, Heartstoppers, Hunger Games, etc. It also doesn't mean you can't write about their time together as teenagers! It's aimed at ships in which one is a minor and the other is not - but since even that has grey areas, the rule is this: if you keep it SFW, all is good and allowed, we don't care; if it turns NSFW, be mindful of the legalities of the world/society/times your characters live in.

No hate or ship bashing - we’re all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesn’t go against rule #1, it’s allowed.

Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - it’s all fine as long as you tag it.

There’s absolutely no word count restriction, write as little or as much as you like.

In regards to art, anything goes: drawings, paintings, collages, mood boards, gif sets, videos, playlists… the sky’s the limit (though not really…). If you would like to create a podfic, the fic you're using does not have to be new - your creation will be new!

You can mix and mash different mediums however you like, be it within one prompt or on different days.

While we can’t force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event 😉 that, of course, doesn't mean you can't combine it with angsty/whumpy prompts - hurt/comfort is absolutely welcome!

You can start creating as soon as you see this - but please refrain from posting before the respective day.

If you post early, we will schedule your post for the correct day; if you use multiple prompts in one creation, we will post on the earliest day you used.

You can participate on as many days as you like, even if it’s just one; you can also create multiple entries for the same day.

You can replace as many original prompts as you like with our prompt extras; you can also combine them with the original prompts or create for them in addition, that's completely up to you.

It’s okay to write one story/a series for all the prompts.

You do not have to stick to one character, ship, or even one fandom - switch as often as you like to or even write for multiple ships for one day.

The ship does not have to be a romantic one! Friendship and family feels are more than welcome (but this is not a way to get around rule #1!)

Original works as well as OCs in fandoms are welcome! But please make sure to mark these clearly, either in the tags or the post itself. We're not familiar with all fandoms (though we're definitely learning a lot!), so we're not always sure what might be an OC and what might be such an unknown side character not even Google can find them...

Reader insert fics (for example "character x reader") as well as RPFs are absolutely allowed.

Other languages are also welcome - just make sure to clearly mark the day and fandom so that we can still easily reblog.

This event can be combined with other events as long as the other event allows it.

Late entries are always welcome, even if it is months or years later.

All fandoms and ships are welcome - fanon and canon - as long as they’re of age (in case you want to add smut) and not related.

Posting

Posting to tumblr

Please use the tag #flufftober2024 Please make sure there is NO SPACE between flufftober and 2024! We will NOT be checking the other tag this year!

Since tags are sometimes wonky, make sure to also mention us with @flufftober in your post

We will try to catch them all, but please don't be mad if we miss a post or if it gets reblogged a bit late

If you're absolutely certain a post has slipped past us, feel free to send an ask with the link to your post

To make reblogging easier for us, make sure to add the following tags: #flufftober2024 #day [xy] #[fandom] #[ship and/or main character(s)]

If you're using a prompt extra tag it as #alt [number]

Posting to ao3

You can add your creation to the collection Flufftober 2024 (either as flufftober2024 or as flufftober_2024)

Late entries are always welcome, on tumblr as well as the ao3 collection! Neither will close - but like always, reblogs will become less regular the more months have passed...

Prompts

1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

2. “Left. Other left!”

3. Favorite Scent

4. Market Day

5. Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone

6. Mistaken Identity

7. Hoodie Weather

8. Chopping & Piling Wood

9. “Don’t do that!” - “But…”

10. Bet, Game, Contest

11. Ingredients & Spells

12. “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

13. Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room

14. Fantasy AU/Mundane AU

15. “What are you wearing?” - “It’s laundry day!”

16. Yes, No, Maybe

17. Only One Bed

18. Bewitched

19. Yarn

20. Paw

21. Bonfire

22. Heirloom

23. Stormy Night

24. Comfort Food

25. Haunted House

26. “I can’t find it.”

27. Afternoon Stroll

28. Lucky Charm

29. Time Capsule

30. “Forever?”

31. Make a Wish

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1: “I’ve got you”

Alt 2: Rainy Day

Alt 3: “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”

Alt 4: “I hate it” - “No, you don’t”

Alt 5: Porch Swing

Challenge "Make it Fluffy!"

Alt 6: Gravestone

Alt 7: Getting Revenge

Alt 8: Written but never sent

Alt 9: Suddenly Severed Communication

Alt 10: Rejected, Betrayed, Exiled, Left Behind