#fluffvember??

[blackreaderfics]

October is a flop I’ll see y’all on Nov 😭 I got too much shit going on holy fuck

[mirensiart]

fluffvember day 1: snow | “I’m stealing your blanket”

I’m elegantly late by 4 days lol but have wars & wind sleeping + wind being a blanket hoarder

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

Fluffvember Day 3:

Nature walk

This isn't the usual little pencil sketch, but I sort of forgot about this at the last minute- so enjoy a little digital doodle with a photo I took in the background.

I hope you like the little Minish!Four and Fairy!Hyrule !!

[vandersbf]

Fluffvember 15

In the firelight/candlelight // “I love you”

Tags: gn reader, reader x vander, fluff, parenting

warnings: vi has a nightmare and wakes up crying, no details about the nightmare are given.

author’s note: done with exams, which means more writing time! I’ve never shared my writing online before so i was nervy but yall have been amazing to me, thank you. :)

You wake up to the sound of crying. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” A hand is placed on your shoulder, the bed creaking as you come to. You sit up slowly, watching him grapple with a shirt, his back turned. The room is dark, and you narrow your eyes as he opens the door, letting in a crack of light. After a moment, you straighten up fully, forcing yourself to step out of bed and follow. 

Soft whispers join the crying, which has started to fade into hiccups as you near the kids’ room. The door is open an inch, and you near the frame slowly, your footsteps light on the cold floor. Vander is kneeling on the floor next to Violet’s bed, cradling her gently while she cries on his shoulder. Across the room, Powder sits with her feet tucked under her, watching her older sister with a nervous expression. She spots you, shrinking a little, and you nod towards her, reaching out an arm. She doesn’t hesitate to silently dart out of bed and to your side, and you wrap an arm around her head, softly carding your fingers through her hair. You reach down to scoop her up, turning to carry her out from the doorway and to the couch in the communal room outside. You make sure to gently shut the door behind you, muffling the noises of her big sister’s wails. 

You plop down on the couch together, and Powder burrows into your chest. “There you go.” You reach for the throw blanket, draping it over her small frame. “S alright, dear.” You whisper, tucking the coarse blanket around her. “She’ll be fine soon. Everyone has bad dreams.”

Powder falls back asleep in no time, conked out in your lap. Soon enough, Violet’s cries fade to sniffles, and then stop. A moment later, Vander steps out of the room, and you lift your head from where you’d been resting. 

“Told you not to worry ‘bout it.” He says when he sees you holding Powder.

”And I didn’t.” You keep running your hand over Powder’s back, feather light. “No worries here.” You take a deep breath before standing up slowly, making sure not to disturb the sleeping girl. You carry her back to bed and set her down, pulling the blankets back up and tucking in a stuffed animal next to her while Vander watches.

It’s only after the door is shut behind you again that he speaks. “Still. You don’t have to do all this.”

”I know what I’m signing up for, Vander.” You insist. “I have just as much of a responsibility of love to them as I do to you.”

It takes him a moment, but he cracks. “…Thank you, love.” He reaches out and touches the side of your face. “You’re smarter than I’ll ever hope to be.” He whispers, stepping forward and lining up your foreheads, so you can feel his warm skin against you. “I love you.”

”I love you too.” You reply, and it feels natural. “Carry me to bed?” You whisper, and his arms wrap around your sides, scooping you up and into the air, back towards his bedroom.

[yshtolakisser]

anyone ever left thinking about bedbound shtola? no? just me?

[skyloftian-nutcase]

After a month of Whump, it’s gonna be Fluff Time!!

Hello! This is Fluffvember, a month long event of pure fluff and comfort! This was originally an idea made by @/kjpurplepineapple, to follow a month of whump (whumptober) with a month of fluff, and I loved it so much I’ve just carried it on for the last two years. :) Figured I’d make some prompts so we could all have fun together.

RULES:

The prompts are listed in a numerical order, but they are not tied to any given day. Do whatever prompt on whatever day you like! If prompt #1 appeals to you but you don’t have time to get it done by November 1, do it any day of the month. :) You are also more than welcome to just stick to the order listed.

Writing/art can be pure unadulterated fluff, calm slice of life moments, easygoing reading… it can even be hurt/comfort! As long as the comfort heavily outweighs the hurt, all warm, fuzzy vibes are welcome. ❤️ The point of this event is to share nice vibes, both to our characters and each other. :)

You don’t have to tag me if you don’t want to, but it would be fun if you tag your writing/art with #fluffvember so I and others who want to indulge in comfort/fuzzy vibes can find it!

Without further ado, here are the prompts! Pick a theme/word prompts or a quote, or both!

Snow // “I’m stealing your blanket”

Blanket fort // “Come back to bed”

Nature walk // “I’m sorry, when did we step in paradise??”

Hot spring // “This hits the spot”

Apple picking // “Oh my gosh, you do not know how to cook”

Windy day // “Come closer, I can’t hear—ahhh too close, too close!”

Massage // “I didn’t know you could sing”

Bird watching // “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Homecoming // “I missed you”

Accommodating // “I’ve got you”

Teaching/learning // “It’s tradition”

Dog/cat/pet // “I can die happy now”

Friendly competition // “You’re going to love this”

In the rain // “Let me help you”

In the firelight/candlelight // “I love you”

Hug // “This isn’t a negotiation, friend”

Favorite book/story // “I wanted to share this with you”

Music // “I learned this from my parents”

Family time // “We’re very blessed”

Coming of age // “I’m so proud of you”

The Reluctant Softie // “UGH FINE I’LL DO IT”

Teddy bear/animal plushie // “Give [insert] a kiss for me”

Self care // “Thank you for believing in me”

Cuddle pile // “You’re not gonna let go, are you?”

Washing someone’s hair // “I can stay with you”

Infodumping // “I love hearing you talk about this”

Gift giving // “This made me think of you”

Inside joke // “I definitely missed something, didn’t I?”

Accidental acquisition // “Uh… whose kid is this?”

Cooking as a love language // “Do you like it?”

[blueberreads]

OFMD Fluffvember day 18 - Boyfriends

[bokettochild]

does anyone know if Febuwhump has dropped yet?

Also, if so, I'm debating whether I should do Febuwhump or Fluffvember, since I've written a ton of whump over the years now, but never tried the fluff events, and I would love thoughts because I can only do one (I'm limiting myself) but I love the idea of both

[smilesrobotlover]

Trick or treat from Sky and I! 🌻

Here’s a lil treat of somethin I’m workin on :)

“Is that her?” He asked, and Time nodded.

“This is her.”

Fierce remained frozen, his expression almost looking shocked as he stared. “She’s so… small.”

“She’s a newborn,” Time commented, “she’s going to be small.”

Fierce’s eyes never left Ellon, and he got on his knees, watching her in amazement. Ellon’s eyes were open at this point, her gaze moving to Fierce. The two stared for a long moment, with Fierce’s hands hovering over her tiny head as if he were afraid of touching her. Time couldn’t help but smile as Ellon’s eyes widened, her gray eyes watching Fierce’s white ones.

“I think she likes your eyes,” he said, and Fierce’s head moved up to face him before moving back down to watch Ellon.

“I like her eyes,” he muttered, and to Time’s surprise, he smiled. It wasn’t a big smile, but it was a soft and gentle smile on the deity’s face. Time didn’t know he could smile.

[quartermera]

Thrifting with Ace

Day 15 of Fluffvember 2023 Gender & race neutral reader Requested by anon

“What d’you think?” Ace asked excitedly, pulling open the curtain of his changing room.

Your mouth fell a little, while your brain went numb. No words came to mind as you detailed your boyfriend. Fitted in vintage Levi jeans, a washed out red shirt, a pair of black pumps and a leather jacket, Ace looked dashing. Was it a classic look? Absolutely. But don’t fix it if it ain’t broken; and Ace in this outfit definitely was not broken.

“Babe?” he wondered, faced with your silence.

Suddenly realizing how long you had remained quiet, you started by smiling. If no words could come to mind at least you could show that you approved of the look.

“D’you like it?” Ace asked with a grin.

Your smile still growing, you nodded. Then, slowly, you approached. Shamelessly checking him out, you motioned to Ace to do a 360 turn. Understanding where you were going, he did not discuss. Instead, he slowly spinned on himself and stopped when his back was facing you.

“So?” he wondered after a few seconds, meeting your gaze in the mirror across from him.

Being right behind him now, you nodded.

“I think you look amazing.”

And for good measure, you accompanied your sentence by a quick slap on the butt.

[wtfdemother]

Early Hours In The Morn’

CW: Day 4 of Fluff…vember? ☃️🤝 ITS TIIIIIME lazy, lazy Monday morning with your favourite big boy, pure fluff, basically just König cockwarming you before falling back asleep, sleepy boy… NSFW

Your stir in your sleep, a blazing warmth surrounds you whole. You’re feeling content, you feel safe, could even go as far as to say you were literally anchored. To what, one might ask. If you glanced down to the hairy pythons your partner called arms wrapped tight around your stomach, you might get an idea.

It’s only the fourth of November and König’s already put up Christmas lights on the front porch, the rooftops where he totally didn’t sneak you up for a couple beers, very irresponsible and some places around the house. You couldn’t deny it brought some form of coziness to the house, a pop of colour, even if you missed Halloween already.

The lights outside flashed every now and again, casting a variety of colours onto fresh, glittery snow. You shift under the covers, lidded eyes trail up the plum coloured curtains to the colourful lights outside your window. The sun’s barely peeking through, casting a soft blue hue to the environment. König unfurls his arms around your waist for a moment as you stretched past your head, only to wrap them around again, pulling you flush against his chest. He kisses the nape of your neck, you shiver as you feel unshaven stubble brush against your sensitive skin, his breath hot and unsteady. “Schatzi… need you…” he says, grinding against your backside ever so gently.

He begins bribing coaxing you into slipping your pyjama bottoms off, peppering slow, open-mouthed kisses under your ear, making his way down your body. Another shiver, a deep rumble emits from his chest, his laugh coated with lingering sleep. You could feel him inhale against your neck, he stirs. “Hier dachte ich, du schläfst.”

You grumble something, scooting away. At least, you tried to. He pulls you back in, his laugh hot and breathy. “Mein liebling, don’t go away from me. I need you…” he kisses your skin, each one filled with as much devotion as a prayer. “Bitte… ich brauche dich, mein Herz.” König pulls his cock free, nestling himself between your plush thighs, already at half mast. He palms your asscheek, giving it a good squeeze before sliding his way down your thigh, lifting your leg up for better access. He doesn’t wait for your reply, taking your pliant cooperation as compliance. Just to double check, he props himself on one elbow before gazing down at your seemingly sleeping figure. “You’re not actually asleep, are you?” He asks, a hint of worry etched on his face.

“I’m trying to…” you mumble, rubbing an eye. “Might sleep better with something warm inside.” He chuckles like a giddy kid on Christmas, giving your cheek a little kiss before sliding his cock inside you, your previous exploits from last night helping with the stretch. He groans into your ear, thrusting shallow inside you. You let your head fall back in bliss, mouth slightly parted as he fills you completely. “Mein liebling… du fühlst sehr gut,” he strains, trying not to rock his hips anymore than he has to. You muffle a mewl into your pillow, feeling the tip of his leaky dick nudge against the spongy walls of your pussy. His calloused fingers flex, resisting the urge to squeeze at the pudge of your hips to an uncomfortable degree, so he settles on biting down on your neck. You yelp, he silences you by lapping at the bite mark, muttering soft praise and mixing degrading things in his mother tongue, “Ich werde diese Muschi füllen, meine kleiner schlampe. So oft... wie nötig.”

You couldn’t understand a word even if you tried, your mind reduced to mush, thoughts too blurry to concentrate on anything else but your partner’s warmth. You feel full, content, happy. He knows this, he knows you, König leans down to press a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you grin. Azure eyes meet your hazy gaze, “I love you.” He brushes a strand of hair out of the way, kissing you proper this time. “Und ich liebe dich, meine Seele. Now,” he swallows a lump in his throat, shifting slightly whilst still inside. The bed creaks under the weight, bedsheets rustle as he pulls you down on him. “Schlaf, meine Liebe, schlaf.” You let his incoherent mumbles lull you into a fitful sleep.

With a leg swung lazily over you, and his cock nestled in the warmth of your pussy, König soon falls into a deep sleep that morning. Steady breaths fan over your neck, he always drooled a little whenever he slept so soundly in your presence. You couldn’t fault him, however, you were just glad this battered soldier finally had a sense of peace in your embrace.

[shattered-reflections-au]

Fluffvember 26, Infodumping // “I love hearing you talk about this”

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Even though Shadow worked at an antique store, he still loved his hobby.

Shadow was what you would call a thrift-store-whore. An antique shop gremlin. He let it be known.

Shadow came parading into the room, a cardboard box heavy in his hands as he sang out the name of his beloved.

"Viooooooooo~" he sang, "i have giiiifffftttssss~"

Vio spun around in his desk chair, giving his attention over to Shadow.

"okay, so, don't get mad, but i just HAD to get you these." Shadow trailed off as he planted the cardboard box down on the bed.

Shadow vocalized a drumroll as he pulled out the first of many things in his box.

"okay, so, this is a women's blouse, but it was just so "you" that i knew you'd like it." he explained, pulling out a flouncy linen shirt, light lilac and patterned with roses.

Shadow was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he handed it over to his boyfriend.

"now it is Hand was only, but i know it's worth it because look at it!" he exclaimed. "it's all hand stitched and only needs a tiny bit of repair. it was hand painted with the dye to make the pattern too, isn't' it cool?" he added. "i looked it up once i found it and apparently this particular style and pattern dates back to like, the early 1900s. isn't that cool?"

Vio looked the garment over, the little green leaves turning to violet ones in his hands.

"it's so pretty," he mentioned, seeing Shadow nod like a madman out of the corner of his eye.

"how it was in my antique shop for only $20 is unfathomable." Shadow added, pulling out the next thing.

"aaaannnddd i know you needed a new little thing to brighten up your desk," He muttered. He pulled a little trinket out of the box.

it was a little porcelain cat. A pudgy little calico asleep on a stack of books.

"isn't he cute??" Shadow asked, setting it on Vio's desk.

Vio nodded, "very cute."

"and i have a few rugs for around the house, and like more things, but i won't bore you with the details," Shadow bragged. "plus, the rugs need to be cleaned first."

"you wouldn't bore me," Vio mentioned. Shadow's gaze snapping to him.

"huh? but you didn't seem like you were..." Shadow trailed off.

“I love hearing you talk about this," Vio explained, gesturing to Shadow's box of miscellaneous trinkets. "Antiques are your thing. i love hearing you talk about them. all the passion you have for them."

Shadow smiled, suddenly looking a little bashful. "would you mind if i talked about them some more?" Shadow asked.

"wait until i can get us some tea, then sure," Vio proposed.

Shadow hopped onto Vio's bed, getting comfy. "i'd like that very much."

Vio smiled, exiting his room to the kitchen. but just before he left, he added something.

"oh, you know what i really need? a tray for having tea in bed. Definitely vintage. do you think you could make that happen?" he asked.

Shadow lit up with a grin.

"absolutely."

[mirensiart]

Fluffvember day 2: Blanket fort | “Come back to bed”

really quick continuation of the day 1 entry I did lol wind eventually uses his sad puppy eyes on wars so he stays lmao you cannot win against your baby brother pulling the sad eyes, sorry wars

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

Fluffvember day 1:

snow // "I'm stealing your blankets"

The prompt list I'm using is by @skyloftian-nutcase (sorry if I misinterpreted but I think you said it was okay to tag you- I can change it if that's not the case)

Reference image for Legend's pose + closeups under the cut !

The reference I used for Legend's pose. I did not make this, it was made by mellon_soup on tiktok.

I hope you like this !! Feel free to let me know what you think and if you have any constructive criticism, there is a month's worth of prompts left so I look forward to drawing more !

Also thank you to my bestie @biblicallyinaccuratespoons for giving some advice on drawings the blankets !! They're wondeful, please show them lots of love

Have a lovely existence !!!

[vandersbf]

Fluffvember 16

Hug // “This isn’t a negotiation, friend”

Tags: Gn reader, reader x vander, pre relationship, fluff, sick fic

warnings: reader is sick with a head cold

author’s note: sick ficccc hell yeah dude

You’re drifting in and out of consciousness, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion and sickness. Heavy blankets are pulled over you, burying you in a cocoon of warmth and protection. You reach for the tissue box again, scooting to sit up in bed a little more. The room is empty, the door shut. After a second, it starts to set in that this isn’t your room. There are kid’s drawings littered about the walls, familiar clothes draped over the back of a chair, and it’s significantly warmer in here than your apartment. 

Your cold-addled brain is slow to put together your memories. You slump back into the pillows and the incredibly comfy bed as you slowly start to remember the night before, coming into work despite your stuffy nose and fatigue, and it had only gotten worse until you passed out behind the bar. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. “You’re awake,” Vander appears in the doorway, holding a tray of food. “How’re you feeling?” 

“…’m a’ight.” You wince at the sound of your voice all congested. “This is… your room?” You ask as he steps closer. 

“Sure is.” He sets the tray down on the bedside table, reaching out to check your temperature with the back of his hand. “You’re feeling warmer.” He says, his tone worried. “Lay down, alright? You need your rest.” He puts a firm hand on your shoulder, forcing you down to the sheets. 

“This be’ ‘s really warm.” You slur, reaching to pull his hand down with you. 

“That’s the fever talking, my dear.” He chuckles. “You want me to stay with you a while?”

”M al’ight.” You struggle against his firm hand. “T’ink I can go back to my place,” 

“This isn’t a negotiation, friend. Can’t have my favorite server stumbling sick through the streets, now, can I?”

[yshtolakisser]

a vision of a beautiful future <3