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Day 9: highschool
Day 8: god/godness
Day 7: halloween
Day 6: switched personalities
Day 5: Wizard/witch
Day 4: genderbend
Day 3: childhood friends
Day 2: mermaid/merman
Day 1: vampire
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Welcome to another year of Angstober! We're delighted to unveil the prompts for this year of angsty, spooky fun.
What is Angstober?
Angstober is a yearly October challenge with 31 angst-themed prompts to inspire you to create. The challenge is open to all sorts of creative work - writing, art, edits, whatever you want - in whatever medium you want. Original work or fanworks? Whatever you feel inspired for!
How do I take part?
Tag your works with #angstober2024 and the day of the prompt (e.g., #day 01) to share on tumblr. Feel free to @ us directly in the post as well! To share your work on AO3, add it to the Angstober 2024 collection.
You can post your works whenever - early or late - and use as many or as few prompts as you feel inspired for! We'll do our best to reblog as many works to the @angstober blog as we can.
Is there a banner to post my work with?
Absolutely!
Anything else?
Nope. Happy Angsting!
2024 Prompt List
Again
2. Countdown
3. Self-Destruction
4. Blood
5. Do Better
6. Medication
7. âYou Still Donât Get It.â
8. Growing Pains
9. Promise
10. Humiliation
11. Wake Up
12. Rotten Touch
13. Shaking
14. Only Around You
15. False Hope
16. No One Else To Turn To
17. âShhhâŠâ
18. Falling Stars
19. Tear-Stained Cheek
20. Spare Me
21. Abandoned
22. Crocodile Tears
23. Safe/Unsafe
24. Dark Sunrise
25. Youâre No Better
26. Persuasion
27. Curled Up
28. Perfect
29. Get Out
30. Nothing Else To Tell You
31. It Ends Here
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đ đ Hello and welcome to our fourth annual Flufftober đ đ
Weâre so excited to be back and have you here once again!
As always, letâs fill the month of October with as much fluff as possibleÂ đ„° for that to happen, you can either use our 31 regular prompts or enjoy a little challenge đ
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 đ
We hope you like these prompts, and now
Happy Creating đ„ł
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 canât keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it wonât 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 - weâre all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesnât go against rule #1, itâs allowed.
Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - itâs all fine as long as you tag it.
Thereâs 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 skyâs the limit (though not reallyâŠ). 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 canât force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event đ 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 itâs 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.
Itâs 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 theyâre 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. âLeft. Other left!â
3. Favorite Scent
4. Market Day
5. Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone
6. Mistaken Identity
7. Hoodie Weather
8. Chopping & Piling Wood
9. âDonât do that!â - âButâŠâ
10. Bet, Game, Contest
11. Ingredients & Spells
12. âThis is spooky.â - âReally?â
13. Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room
14. Fantasy AU/Mundane AU
15. âWhat are you wearing?â - âItâs laundry day!â
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. âI canât find it.â
27. Afternoon Stroll
28. Lucky Charm
29. Time Capsule
30. âForever?â
31. Make a Wish
Prompt Extras
Last Year's Favorites
Alt 1: âIâve got youâ
Alt 2: Rainy Day
Alt 3: âWait you love me?â - âI always haveâ
Alt 4: âI hate itâ - âNo, you donâtâ
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
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"Sharing is Caring" (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic, đ„)
Time for the next prompt for my Tuna-Tober prompt challenge! This is for day 4 (Matt very much did not like this only being a drabble so now it's 5600 words, fuck me), I chose to combine the kink and fluff prompts (69 and 'Are you blushing?'). You can see the rest of the prompts I've chosen here if you'd like to know what's coming this month from me. Also, if you'd like notifications when I post a new story, drabble, or chapter, you can follow my sideblog @pastaxandria and set it for notifications! And off we go!
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Wordcount: 5.6k, Matt fought me and won
Warnings for this chapter, let's do this: smutty smut smut, 69 position so oral for both plus face riding, overstimulation, lil bit of prostate stim, multiple orgasms, panty tearing, matt is a MENACE
LOOK AT THIS SMUG MOTHERFUCKER, I HAD A NEAT AND ORDERLY TIMELINE AND A DRABBLE OUTLINE, INSTEAD HE THREW THAT OUT THE WINDOW AND HE HAS FILLED THIS FIC WITH SIN, THE AUDACITY, WHAT TIME IS IT, MATT THIS IS YOUR FAULT
Matt was a giving lover. That much you knew.Â
No round of sex with Matt ended without at least one orgasm for you, and often more if he had his way, which he often did, the audacity of that man. It wasnât unusual for him to spend hours with his head buried between your thighs, skilled tongue lapping hungrily at your sex in a way that made you see stars, and had also led to you tearing a hole in the sheets on more than one occasion. Heâd bent you over every last surface in the apartment, and some of the surfaces outside it too. Somehow he always managed to sink himself so deeply inside you that youâd have sworn you felt him in your throat, and that feeling was always followed by him fucking into you with a practiced athleticism that never failed to leave you a melted, howling mess.Â
In other words, if sex with you was an artform, your climax was the masterpiece Matt lovingly devoted himself to creating. Youâd never been with someone who took such joy in giving you pleasure. But sometimes he was⊠too giving.
Like now, when what you wanted was to get that thick cock of his into your mouth.Â
âOh, but sweetheart, Iâm so hungry,â he purred, a warm, distracting light in his eyes. He was all heat and hungry fire where he stood in the bedroom doorway, a slow, lazy lick of his lips that admittedly had your cunt clenching around nothing. That look meant he had no intention of letting you out of bed for at least the next three hours. The growing outline of his hardening cock against his slacks only confirmed your suspicion as his voice dropped into something low and tempting. âIâve been thinking about tasting you all day. Itâs the only reason I got through work. Let me get my mouth on you, just for a little while. Iâll make it good for you, you know I will. Donât you want that?â
It was a good offer. A very good offer, and one he was more than capable of fulfilling. You both knew it. But damn it, you also knew what you wanted.Â
âNo,â you said stubbornly, crossing your arms. âI donât want that.â âLie,â he murmured. His head cocked, his sightless gaze dropping to your chest, and then lower until they landed somewhere around your hips. His lips slowly curled up into a smirk. âMm, big lie.â â...Alright, so maybe I always want that,â you admitted reluctantly, biting your lip as you stared down at the outline of your prize, heavy and thick even through the cloth. It was enough to make your mouth water. âBut right now I want to suck you off more.âÂ
And god, did you ever. It was rare for him to let you go down on him, but those memories had become regulars in your fantasies. There was just something about his soft moans and hitched whines when you took him in your mouth, the way he threw his head back and his mouth hung slack, his spine arching when you let the tip of your tongue gently brush that spot below the head of his cock until he fucking begged for you to swallow him down. And if you kept going after heâd already come, kept sucking at his softening cock and pressed your knuckle just right behind his balls, drove his trembling, writhing body carefully into overstimulation, you could even drag something like a second orgasm out of him in short succession. Heâd been a melted, purring, barely coherent puddle for a good hour when you'd last managed it and you had every intention of seeing if you couldnât do it again.Â
His brows shot up, as if he were genuinely surprised at just how truthful youâd been, or maybe surprised at just aroused the thought of your mouth on him made you. But those same brows quickly furrowed in open confusion. âYouâŠâ His head shifted back and forth, checking again that you were telling the truth. âYou want that? Over me going down on you?â âWhy is it so hard to believe I want you like you want me?â You snorted, wandering over to him until you could lean in and kiss him playfully. He still seemed puzzled, but he made a little huff of amusement when you did it again, dragging your nails down the front of his shirt. His chest rumbled beneath your touch, a quiet groan of pleasure. âCome on. Share, Matt. Let me have a taste this time.âÂ
He tipped his head down slowly towards you, clearly tempted. You leaned into him, another rumble leaving him when your lips brushed tantalizingly against the corner of his mouth. You almost had him. The blatant note of your arousal in the air would only help your case now that you were up close. There was a growing flush on his cheeks, and his nostrils flared, taking your scent in when you not-so-subtly rubbed your thighs together. You slowly hooked one finger in his belt, giving it a tug. âPlease?â Your desire left you almost breathless, the word hushed and pleading. You werenât above begging if you needed to. âI need you in my mouth, Matt. You can have me after, canât you?â âOrâŠâ He drew his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, sucking lightly before letting it go, his mouth parted and wet. âOr we can both get what we want, with a few adjustments.â Oh.Â
Your breath caught, and you went still, something thick and rich as molten honey rolling through your veins. âWhy, sweetheart,â he murmured, dipping his head until he could feather his lips over your ear. One of his fingers brushed over your sternum, so light you almost didnât feel it, before it traced its way gradually up your throat to your cheek, stirring all the tiny hairs in its wake. âAre you blushing?â âNo,â you whispered, caught up in visions of what that might look like, feel like, to have his tongue licking its way hungrily into your cunt, all while you took his cock in your mouth and tried your best to make him lose his mind. Would he grow sloppy then, clumsy when you toyed with the head of him? Or would he tap into that focus of his, the two of you in a blatant competition to see who broke first? You wouldnât deny just how wet the idea made you, but that would also be a lot of sensation for him, especially when you both knew he could come from the taste of your cunt alone. âOr⊠yes, I⊠Would that be⊠too much? Your sensesââ
âIâll be fine. I may haveâŠâ He let out a low chuckle, his own cheeks now the lightest bit pink as he cleared his throat. âI may have gone into the office bathroom before I left work, and⊠taken care of myself. Iâd been thinking about my head between your thighs all day. I had to make sure I could get home.â
The visual slammed into you with the force of a truck: Matt with one scarred hand pressed tight over his mouth to stifle his moans while he frantically stroked at his cock. And it was all because heâd spent hours thinking about how he was going to go home, throw you into bed, and find his way right down to your cunt. Your low moan was quickly swallowed up as he caught your chin and tipped your head up so his lips could find yours. The kiss was all teeth and burning heat, fire and fierce need, his stubble rasping against your skin until you felt like you were on fire. One of his hands swept down and behind you, fingers spread wide as he groped roughly, greedily against your ass. He used that same grip to haul you forward into him, making you whine when his hips ground into yours, letting you feel exactly what youâd done to him. âFuck,â he breathed. âI can smell you, how wet you are. Tell me you want that, sweetheart. Tell meââ âGod yes, please, please, Matt.â
You didnât bother to keep track of where your clothes fell as you both stumbled your way into the bedroom, neither of you willing to pull your hands and mouths off each other long enough to figure that out. You managed to get everything off but your panties by the time you neared the bed, and you fully intended to slide those off, too, but you were distracted by the pleasure of Mattâs mouth as he determinedly nipped and licked at the skin of your throat, blatantly drinking the pheromones from your skin. Fortunately, Matt was a bit less distracted.
The tearing of fabric rang out, and then Mattâs fingers slipped between your soaked folds, stroking three fingers eagerly along your slit until you gasped out his name.Â
âOops,â he said with a smirk.
âYouâre paying for those,â you grumbled. âHappily.â He side stepped around you, and by the time youâd turned he was already on the bed, rolling onto his back and tipping his head back in clear expectation. Then he brought his wet, gleaming fingers up to his mouth, inhaling intently as he rubbed his fingers together. The reaction was immediate: a fierce groan, his other hand shooting down to wrap tightly around his cock as his hips bucked.Â
âShit,â you whispered, absolutely mesmerized as he took another greedy breath, a creeping flush spreading across his pale skin. He may have come an hour or so ago, but his cock already looked achingly hard, the whole of it flushed dark and red, a decadent droplet of precum beading at the tip. He was an absolute vision, all of that strength and power, the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen laid out like a meal for you, this affected just by the thought, the scent of your arousal. It lit a fire in you, and Matt must have sensed it, because he let out a growl before giving in and shoving his fingers into his mouth. His eyes snapped shut, a loud moan tearing through him. His other hand started to stroke quickly at his cock, firm drives up with a smooth sweep of his palm over the head before sliding back down, all as he sucked the taste of you eagerly from his fingers, unwilling to lose even a single drop. It was one of the hottest things youâd ever seen. âHoly shit, youâre trying to kill me.â âGet up here and ride my face, sweetheart,â he grit out, shifting to let his thumb rub against the wet head of his cock. A delicious shiver ran through him, and he rolled his head on the pillow to face you. There was something far darker in his eyes, then, whispers of the Devil, of merciless rain on hard city streets. âDo it before I drag you up here myself, because Iâm not going to fucking care if you can reach my cock when I do.â
It was the only invitation you needed, and you scrambled up onto the bed before he could change his mind. You had no intention of missing the opportunity heâd given you.Â
You hit another brief snag, however, once youâd crawled over to him. Youâd ridden his face before, but that had always been with you facing the headboard or the arm of the couch. This required the opposite angle. After a momentâs consideration, one that ended quickly when Matt growled a warning, you muttered a quiet, âfuck it,â and did a half turn, throwing your leg quickly over him so you had a knee on either side of his shoulders. Then you walked back a step or two on your knees, Mattâs free hand taking the meat of your thigh in his grip. It was difficult to figure out just where you needed to be to get the angle right. All you could see from this angle was his body stretched out like a long, open road before you, his other hand still stroking roughly at his cock, his knees bent, feet braced so he could rut lazily up into his grip. You didnât really know where to put your hands, so you settled for placing them against the broad line of his chest, using them to brace yourself as you tentatively adjusted.
Matt, however, had lost his patience.Â
With a snarl, he let go of his cock. Both his hands caught your hips, and with one hard yank he wrenched you down, burying his mouth against your pussy as if he hadnât eaten in days.Â
You both let out a sharp moan, Mattâs far more muffled than yours. There was no gentleness now, no parting you with his fingers to tease you with the tip of his tongue before settling in. Instead, it was something ravenous and filthy, animalistic, Mattâs mouth open wide as he licked and sucked at your folds and slit, greedily drinking up every last drop of your arousal he could find. For a moment you forgot what your plan had been. Your head fell to rest against his abdomen, your lips parted on a whine as Matt devoured your slick with heavy grunts and rumbles of approval, your hips starting to rock against his mouth. He was eating at you with everything in him, no thought given to things like air, based on his hitched breathing and muffled groans. Heâd told you once, lips curled into a smirk, his chin still wet with your arousal, that if he died between your thighs, well, heâd consider that death a victorious one.Â
âMmâMatt, oh god, please,â you whimpered, your fingers curling against his skin, red lines left in your wake.
 Apparently satisfied that heâd taken in everything he could get, Matt tipped his head down just a hair, using his grip on your hips to adjust you until his tongue found your clit. With a purr, he began to lap warmly, steadily at it, over and over and over again, every now and then pursing his lips to kiss at it with a fond affection that was almost tender. The attention to your clit made your eyes flutter shut, quiet whimpers escaping you with each pass of his tongue, your body clenching in want. At the fresh trickle of wetness, Matt groaned in delight. âTaste so good, sweetheart, all mine,â he slurred warmly, syllables thick and sounding almost drugged, before his tongue found you again, falling right back into his aphrodisiac of choice. As he did, his body began to shift beneath you, before settling into a steady rocking. Startled, your eyes fluttered open, and you glanced down his body. What you saw made your mouth fall slack.
Matt had begun to roll his hips, rutting up in lazy waves. At first you thought it might be an invitation, a reminder, but as you watched you quickly realized what he was doing. With every flex and buck of his hips, he managed to rub his cock against his abdomen, just a little. You could already see the smears of precum pooling in the lines and grooves of flexing muscle, and that only made each successful contact smoother, Mattâs moans against your cunt growing stuttered and hoarse. It likely wouldnât have been enough sensation for anyone else, but for Matt and his senses, it was just enough to drive him further upwards, his thick thighs starting to tremble. Hell, he was probably enjoying it, considering how he liked to tease himself.Â
Fortunately, it was also a reminder of what youâd wanted to do.Â
You quickly stretched out above him, headed for your goal. Your hips shifted just a little as you did, and Matt let out a low, possessive growl, his hands tightening on your hips in a warning. He didnât like the idea that you might pull away before he was done, you had a feeling.
âRelax.â You choked out a shaky laugh, lowering your head to kiss fondly at the crest of his hip. Your affection softened his growl to a gentler, contented groan. âJust-just trying to get to you.â He seemed soothed by that, at least. Then again, maybe he just wasnât listening, far too focused on your cunt to really hear you. Either way it didnât matter, because youâd finally maneuvered yourself to where youâd wanted to be. You braced one hand shakily on his thigh, some of your weight settling down on top of him. His chest rose and fell on a happy sigh beneath you, more than happy to have you sprawled out over him. It also meant his cock was now in range of your mouth.Â
It was even more tantalizing up close, flushed, wet, and practically begging for your attention even if Mattâs mouth was otherwise occupied. You eagerly caught the base of it, wrapping your fingers tight around it. Beneath you he let out a grunt, his tongue faltering against your clit. You had no interest in waiting any longer, so without a secondâs hesitation you dipped your head and stuck out your tongue, catching one of the drops of precum rolling down the shaft. From there you rose with one long drag along his length, following that damp trail back up to his tip like you might a melting drop of ice cream. The moment your tongue swept over the head of Mattâs cock, he let out a startled moan, one that morphed into a hoarse cry when you lapped warmly at his slit, chasing the taste of him, taking in every fresh drop that welled up beneath your attention. It had been far too long since youâd gotten to taste him like this, bitter and salty in equal measure, the scent of musk and sex so much stronger here.
âGod,â he choked out, squirming beneath you, his hands practically clawing at your hips. His head dropped back and away from your cunt as he gasped up to the ceiling, breath hitching on a high moan as the strokes of your tongue grew more firm. âAh-ah! Your mouth, sweetheart, I need it, justââ
Time to see if you could break him before he broke you.
You dropped your mouth open wide before starting to slide him into your mouth, using your hand at his base to angle him and make it a little easier. But easier was⊠relative.Â
Shit, you thought with a low moan, one that had Matt crying out behind you. He was so fucking thick, broad enough that you felt a faint ache in your jaw, saliva already leaking out past the corners of your mouth to drip down his length. There was no graceful way to swallow him down, but the sensation of your saliva rolling down his shaft, your stifled huffs through your nose as you slowly worked your way down his cock had him absolutely wrecked. His body trembled beneath you, his hips jerking in an only barely aborted attempt to thrust up into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. He actually whined when you gave him your first little suck, and those whines only grew in number as you did it again, his panting music to your ears, so wet you were practically dripping down onto him. And maybe you really had, because before you could blink, heâd yanked your hips back down. This time, however, he brought his hands around so he could use his thumbs to part your body for him. With a wild moan, heâd buried his mouth against your slit, licking hotly at your opening over and over until heâd managed to worm his tongue inside you.
Your eyes rolled back at the feel of his tongue lapping eagerly at your inner walls, his chin grinding roughly against your clit. Heâd burrowed in so hard against you it was if were intent on drowning, on latching onto you and never letting go. The angle was perfect, and you found yourself grinding down instinctively against his face, riding his tongue inside you and the stubbled texture of his chin, chasing your pleasure just as you were seeking his. His delighted moan as you started to use him the way he wanted was so muffled you swore he shouldnât have been able to breathe, but still you couldnât bring yourself to stop, whining around the length of him in your mouth as he slurped deeper, your thighs locking up around his head, his skin slick with you. He was dangerously close to coming based on the way his cock had started to throb against your tongue, and you werenât much further behind, but he was clearly aiming to get you there first.
No.
No, you wanted to ruin him too. Â Focus, just a little more. You clumsily lifted your head halfway up before skating back down to meet your hand around his base. Neither of you were coordinated enough to make this last much longer, too distracted by the rising waves of pleasure, but that didnât matter. You knew his body. You could outlast him, by a few seconds at least. But to do that, youâd need one more thing. So, determined to win, you quickly worked your free hand down past his cock, pausing to knead briefly at his sac just for the way it made him moan roughly against your cunt before you drifted past it. You didnât slide your fingers inside himâsomething you both hadnât tried quite yetâbut you did curl one finger and press your knuckle up gently just behind his balls, indirect pressure against that spot deep inside him.Â
His back arched so sharply and suddenly beneath you he almost managed to throw you off, and his choked gasp hit air as he threw his head back. With a shaky whine, he ground down desperately against your finger before snapping his hips up, clearly torn between the wet suction of your mouth around his cock and the firm pressure against his prostate. But unlike last time heâd thrown his head back, this time you followed his mouth with your hips. You were too close to that edge now to go without it, especially not with the noises he was makingâwhimpers and broken moans, slurred pleasâso you tried desperately to find his lips again, grinding down against his face. And though you were reluctant to let him go, you still managed to tear your mouth off his cock just long enough to gasp out, âFuck, Matt, please!âÂ
Your begging dragged him up out of his haze, and he hunted for your clit with his lips and tongue, licking at your cunt until he finally found it. He closed his lips around it just as you did the same to the head of his cock. Two warm pulls of your mouth to match his, and with one more shove of your finger against that spot inside him, he cried out and came hard into your mouth in salty, bitter waves that tasted like fucking satisfaction. His hoarse moans, desperate and so very needy wound up pushing you the rest of the way. Mattâs tongue lapped sloppily against your clit, and with a moan that matched his, you joined him in falling over the edge, your body tightening and releasing in a rolling tide of pleasure that left you floating, whimpering his name around his cock. He quickly shoved his mouth against your slit, grunting as he greedily drank down everything your body gave him.Â
You thought you were done, then, your chest heaving, your thighs shaking as the waves began to ease into aftershocks. Matt nuzzled roughly at your clit, his tongue brushing over it almost curiously. Abruptly he moaned, dragging your hips back down. âDonât stop,â he rasped hoarsely, yanking your hips back down. Just like that, his mouth was on your clit again, which was great except that you still hadnât quite finished the last orgasm. The sudden rush of overstimulation before you could fully come down left you shaking, clawing wildly at his thighs, but your squirming got you nowhere, your hips firmly held in an iron grip.
Donât stop.Â
There wasnât much you could do but follow the instruction.Â
You moaned and began to suck clumsily at him, the velvet softness of his cock cradled gently on your tongue. The noise he let out was strangled and hoarse, almost pained, because this had to be too much for him, it had to be, and yet⊠he couldnât resist starting to rock up instinctively against your mouth, a broken whimper breathed against your cunt when you managed to probe your tongue against the tip of him. You knew, distantly, remembered that youâd had this plan: if you did this fast enough, did this just right, using his senses to your benefit, you could make him come again. And, well, it had helped before, so you slipped on hand down between his legs again, grinding your finger hard against that spot inside him in steady waves, sucking harder at his cock just for the way it made him writhe. His head snapped back against the pillows, his hands dropping away from you to fist in the sheets. He brokenly cried out your name, his thighs trembling, but you didnât care, your goal in sight. One of these days you were going to get your fingers inside him to see what noises he made then, and just to taunt him, you hooked and curled your fingers against his soft skin, your message clear.Â
You werenât sure who was more startled when he cameâyou, or himâbut either way, he did, his cock only half-hard at best as he snapped his hips up, his body locking up as he spilled into your mouth. He made a sound youâd never heard from him before, one part shout and one part high, hitching moan, the sounds rising falling with each jagged wave of pleasure you dragged him through, almost enough to hide the sound of tearing fabric. There wasnât much left for his body to give, granted, but you still accepted those few drops anyway, swallowing them down with a satisfied moan as you milked him dry, massaging your fingers against his cock and that spot inside him to drag it out. You didnât stop until his sounds grew pained, and even then it was a struggle. You had to force yourself to lift your head, sitting back against his chest. The sudden return of pressure against your clit made you whimper, your body shaking, because despite the overstimulation, as predicted heâd managed to shove you up far enough again that you were hanging right on the edge again, orgasm just a breath away.
âMatt,â you choked out, not even sure what it was you neededâhis hand maybe, or even just for him to hold still so you could ride some part of him, be it his chest or his abdomen. One glance over your shoulder, however, let you unsure of what he might be able to give.Â
Mattâs head was still thrown back on the pillow, his wet mouth hanging open as he panted, hair damp and sticking up in every direction. His eyes were glazed over and dark, absent any real awareness or thought. You knew that look. It was one you usually only saw when youâd really managed to fuck him senseless or leave him wrecked. He was out of it, his senses momentarily overloaded, out of order, come back later. You quickly pulled yourself off of him, just in case your weight over him had been unpleasant. Heâd need some time to come back to himself, but fortunately, sitting here and staring at what youâd doneâMatt Murdock, fucked out and drunk off your bodyâwould be just the sort of visual you needed as you took care of yourself. You dropped one hand, sliding it between your legs until you could circle your clit with your fingertips, your lips parting on a satisfied moan. It wasnât as good as Matt, but it was good enough.
Or⊠thatâs what you thought youâd do, until Mattâs head snapped in your direction. His hand darted up, grabbing for you.
Except that he missed, his hand snatching at the empty air about two inches to your left.
âMatt,â you huffed shakily, using your other hand to take his. He probably just wanted to stay close, he usually did when you got him like this. âIâm-Iâm fine, just, unh, gonna finiâMatt!âÂ
Your hand brushing against his had apparently been the compass he needed. You abruptly found yourself shoved back onto the bed with a grunt. He was on his hands and knees before you could blink, scrambling and groping around the bed to feel out how youâd fallen, his eyes burning and wild. The moment he made contact with you again, he shoved his head forward with a growl, mouthing at you, licking, biting at whatever skin he could find, which happened to be your ribs, the nip of his teeth sharp enough to make you cry out. You knew that you knew youâd have a mark there tomorrow, one to join the bruises on your hip. But it clearly wasnât the part of you heâd been aiming for, and he snarled in clear frustration, swinging his head back and forth in a failed attempt to orient before he managed to find your hips with his hands. Your own hands wound up tangled in his hair as he dragged himself roughly over your legs, and fuck, if he was offering, you were happy to take it. You canted your hips, tugging at his hair to direct him. âHere!â you gasped, pushing his head down between your thighs. âHere, Matt, rightââ
He buried his face sloppily against your cunt again, not a hint of shame or hesitation in him. His furious, messy lapping at your clit was exactly what you needed. The sound you made was raw and torn, almost a shriek as you suddenly got the stimulation youâd been looking for, your body tightening in rapid waves beneath his mouth. He caught your clit between his lips, growled, and sucked hard enough to have you seeing stars. That was it for you, your back arching as you fisted your hands tightly in his hair and came across his tongue, a flood of wetness drenching his face. With every pulsing wave of pleasure, he let out a satisfied little rumble, sucking in time with the rhythm of your body, dragging your orgasm out until the world burned white. The moment those waves began to ebb, he switched to broad flat licks along the entire length of your cunt, moaning and mindlessly drinking up every last drop, his eyes falling half closed in apparent bliss.Â
Which was nice. Until your body started to request a break.Â
âMatt,â you choked out, trying to shift away. He instinctively followed, blearily keeping his mouth latched onto your cunt, the pressure on your clit almost painful now. âMatt, thatâsâfuckâI need a break, sweetheart, please! Matt!â
The sharp call of his name seemed to snap him out of it, and he finally let you go with a groan. He didnât get very far, though. All he did was tip his head sideways until it landed on your thigh with a soft thump. Â
You let yourself breathe for a minute, twitching now and then when an aftershock rolled through you. When you were feeling a little more able to focus, you finally lifted your head to glance at him. âThat,â you wheezed, still panting, âwas⊠we need to do that again. But in⊠in a while.â
He blinked slowly at you, blissed out and lazy as a lion whoâd just had a meal. He hadnât moved from your thigh, his face still shining and absolutely drenched. Then he grinned. The expression was so absolutely, drunkenly smug that you couldnât help but roll your eyes. âI take it youâre ok, then?â You snorted, reaching down to stroke your fingers down his wet cheek.Â
He blinked at you again, and there was a brief delay before his head turned and he nudged affectionately at your hand. Sometimes when his senses got too overloaded after sex, he needed a few minutes without touch to come down. This time, however, it seemed like touch was what he wanted.Â
âYou wanna come up here and listen to my heartbeat until your senses are all back online?â
He seemed to think that over for a minute before he slowly started to drag himself up your body. He didnât even bother to lift his head from you, simply dragging it along your skin as if he were loathe to lose the sensation of you against him. He only ran into a slight hiccup when he bumped into your breasts. He nosed around for a second, huffing briefly, before he found the space between them and continued on. âYouâre drunk as hell,â you choked out a laugh, as he rubbed his ear fondly back and forth over your sternum, hunting for whatever spot sounded best. âYouâre legitimately pussy drunk. God, I love you.â He finally selected his spot on your chest, his head dropping down to lay against it. The rest of him followed shortly thereafter as he settled down on top of you with a long groan of satisfaction. He rumbled out a contented sigh as you got your fingers in his hair, stroking through the sweat-soaked strands. One of his hands fumbled its way down to your hip. He kneaded clumsily at it, your affections very much returned. âMhm. Love you, too.âÂ
âLittle more coherent?â âMm. You taste good.â âSo do you. Donât make me wait so long to get my mouth on you again.â
âMhm,â he sighed. He absently licked his lips, before purring quietly, his eyes falling shut. âI promise. Weâll share.â
#tuna-tober 2024#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x f!reader#daredevil x reader#daredevil x f!reader#daredevil#matt murdock#fanfic#fic#smut#reader#reader insert#x reader#AFAB reader#marvel fic#prompt fic#prompt challenge#matt retains his pussy eating crown all hail#poor bucky is sitting here like 'today was my day i was gonna play with water guns and that asshole stole my day' and matt isn't even sorry#matt apologize to bucky this was his prompt day and you dragged this shit out so you could get FIVE K WORDS OF U FUCKING EATING
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Announcing Aug-kissed!
Four weeks of kiss-themed prompts, with three different prompts per week to pick from. Use as many or as few as you want, combine with other events like fandom bingo or @augustwritingchallenge's AUgust, and tag us with your finished product!
All fandoms, ratings, and mediums are welcome! Feel free to snag the graphic and share on other platforms as well!
Week 1: August 4 to August 10
Indirect Kiss | Blow a Kiss | Butterfly Kisses
Week 2: August 11 to August 17
Hand Kiss | Trail of Kisses | Gentle Peck
Week 3: August 18 to August 24
Frantic Kisses | Using Tongue | Hickeys
Week 4: August 25 to August 31
First Kiss | Chocolate Kiss | Kiss Goodnight
#aug kissed#aug kissed 2024#kissing#prompt#art prompt#writing prompt#prompt list#prompt challenge#fandom event
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Fourteen Days of My Hero Academia
Greetings, friends! The ending has been announced for beloved shounen manga My Hero Academia by Kohei Horikoshi, and I thought it would be a nice opportunity for everyone to express their love of this amazing series! So I am posting a series of prompts for everyone if they would like to participate in this little fandom challenge.
The idea is that, on each day listed, you will create and post something with respect to the day's theme. By create, I mean whatever your heart desires. It could be a fanfic, a fanart, a fanvid, a moodboard, a diorama, a meta post, a screenshot, a poem, a drabble, a few sentences of reflection, anything really! Whatever your brain dreams up! The only requirements are that it qualifies as some sort of fan creation for MHA and that it pertains to the day's theme. The final day of the event will be the official release date of the final chapter of MHA: August 5th, 2024.
Any given day may have multiple prompts. You do not have to do all of them (unless you really, really want to), rather you may pick the one prompt that inspires you the most! And feel free to interpret each prompt however you like. For example, on day 8, you may wish to interpret "line" as a spoken piece of dialogue or as a drawn shape such as the way Horikoshi does creative paneling. On day 11, you could interpret "name" as a nickname, a code name, the kanji in a character's name, or any special meaning in a character's name. Let your imagination run wild!
You may skip out on days if you wish or need to. You may put as much or as little time and effort into this as you like. You could start working now to make some big works, or you could use this opportunity to do a little daily journal project. The sky is the limit! The goal here is to spend some time thinking about MHA before it ends and to make a collection of little fanworks for everyone to enjoy in the process!
Please tag your submissions as #14DaysofMHA (ideally as the post's first tag) so that everyone can enjoy them!
Without further ado, here are the prompts! Thank you @siflshonen for the assistance brainstorming them!
Fourteen Days of MHA Daily Prompts
Day 1 (July 23rd): Family, Home, House
Day 2 (July 24th): UA Academy, Education
Day 3 (July 25th): Weather, Light Fades to Rain
Day 4 (July 26th): The Ladies
Day 5 (July 27th): Quirk, Special Move
Day 6 (July 28th): Minor Character
Day 7 (July 29th): First Impressions, Just One Bad Day
Day 8 (July 30th): Title, Lyric, Music, Line
Day 9 (July 31st): Legacy, Story, Past, Childhood
Day 10 (August 1st): Emotion, Heart
Day 11 (August 2nd): Symbol (of), Name
Day 12 (August 3rd): Face, Smile, Humor
Day 13 (August 4th): Future, Growth, Change, Evolution
Day 14 (August 5th): Anything you want
Feel free to send asks if you need clarification on anything. I will try to edit in any new information to this original post for everyone's convenience!
#14DaysofMHA#my hero academia#prompt challenge#any reblogs or signal boost or traction you can give to attract a larger participant group is much appreciated!
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This is the first-ever official Medcember event, and I hope you join in!
Rules
This is a 1-month-challenge for medical-based whump fanworks.
All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) are welcome.
AI-Art or AI-Writings are NOT permitted.
SFW and NSFW are both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.
Tag CWs if you share under this tag!
Write as little or as much as you like! The choices are endless!
All entries that comply with these rules will be reblogged here during December, or to the collection available on AO3 now!
If you have questions, please don't hesitate to send an ask!
Full list of prompts under the cut.
Undiagnosed Chronic Illness
Septic Shock
Field Medicine
Sedation
Quarantine
Seizure
Transfusion
Rare Diseases
Life Support
Flare-Ups
Wound Care
Intensive Care Unit
Paralysis
Medical Error
Anaphlyaxis
Bedside Vigil
Organ Failure
Accident & Emergency
Recovery
Last Resort
Resuscitation
Goodbye
Chronic Illness
Stab Wound
Extended Stay
Smoke Inhalation
Gun Shot Wound
Road Traffic Accident
Crush Injury
Fight, Flight, or Freeze
Red & Blue Lights
Alt Prompts
Amputation
Coughing Up Blood
Frost Bite
Emergency Surgery
Head Injury
Invisible Disability
#whump event#whump writing#whump prompt#writing prompt#writing event#medcember#medcember2024#hurt/comfort#prompt challenge#prompts
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Techtober Prompt #2: Tech-o'-Lantern
#techtober2024#tbb tech#Tech-o-Lantern#pumpkins#the bad batch#star wars#digital art#october 2024#jack o lantern#pumpkin carving#prompt challenge#i like this
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Restless
drawn for @winchester-reload prompt
#destiel#spn#spn fanart#supernatural#supernatural fanart#deancas#my art#castiel#castiel fanart#dean winchester#dean winchester fanart#destiel fanart#mark of cain#destiel art#casdean#prompt challenge#hands
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14 The betrothal
written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Lake), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: prince and princess ), @aug-kissed (prompt: Hand Kiss) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Beta Robin Buckley, violence, blood and injuries, vomit Words: 1563
If Steve was a proper omega he wouldn't be on that stupid carriage, to be shipped from Loch Nora's Kingdom to Forest Park like an unwanted pack.
A proper omega would honor his family, stay home, cross-stitch animals and flowers, and learn poems and music. But Steve never was a proper omega and after he rejected his last suitor his father told him that he wasted his last opportunity to choose a proper alpha and that he was going to find one willing to take in a rebel omega like him.
Male omegas are a blessing and a curse: they are very rare, so Steve's father was able to ask for a high dowry from whoever wanted to marry him, but there weren't many alphas willing to tie their life to a male omega.Â
Steve has heard talking about Forest Park. A lot. And never in a good way.
They have a very bad reputation, but they are rich, so Steve has no doubt that his father got a really good dowry for selling him to those people. Well, not selling, betrothing him.
Thankfully, Robin is coming with him. Moving from one Kingdom to another and being completely alone would have been terrible, at least his beta best friend is trying to make him laugh by making silly comments and distract him from the long journey.
Even if the carriage is big and cozy, spending hours sitting on a carriage isn't that comfortable, and Steve's royal ass is in pain.
He doesn't even have enough space to stretch his long legs because in the carriage with them, there are the two guards King Munson himself sent to escort the future bride.
The guards are heavily armed, as they were expecting something to happen, and Steve isn't totally surprised. After all, Forest Hill has a terrible reputation. Their King was an outlaw before he rebelled and became king by killing everyone and conquering the castle, so Steve isn't really looking forward to moving in the same bed with a notorious assassin. But itâs not his choice anymore.
Savages, that's the kindest word Steveâs mom used to define those people, while what everyone thought but none dared to speak out loud was that King Munson was the new Warlord.
A warlord. Not a high-born, just a man with enough power and money to hire the strongest knight and mercenaries to help him keep his power. And Steve is going to get married to a Warlordâs son, or nephew, he's not really sure. Bloodlines are mixed in their Kingdom and they don't give a fuck about dynasties and the only blood that they care about is the one the blood spit by their enemies.
Steve has heard terrible stories about how cruel and violent those people are. One of Steve's servants has told him that Prince Munson killed his first wife with his own hands because she wasn't too sick to give him a child.
Being a male omega Steve knows he can bear pups, even if his heats are irregular and it's harder for him than for other omegas, but he never thought that the ability to bear a child or not could have been the cause of his premature death.
His scent gets sour and acrid while he thinks about the monster that he's supposed to wed. Maybe he should have been more pliant with his previous suitor. Lord Hagan wasnât that bad after all. A little bit too presumptuous for Steveâs taste but he doubts he would have had him killed if he wasnât able to bear a child.
"You ok? Do you want to take a break? Stretch your legs a bit?" Robin proposes, drawing soothing circles with her thumb on Steve's hand.
"Yeah, that would be nice." He confirms, rubbing a hand through his hair.
"No break and no stretching. We are still in hostile territory." One of the guards replies without even looking at Steve.
"Couldn't we stop just for a moment?" Robin insists, "We have been on this stupid carriage for hours!"
But an arrow flying through the window and ending his journey a few inches from her face makes her shut up.
"Stay down!" One guard yells, yanking Steve toward the carriageâs floor so abruptly that he falls badly on his own wrist, spraining it, but he doesn't have time to yelp because the carriage stops in the middle of the woods.
"Stay inside!" The first guard yells, jumping out of the carriage and drawing his sword. For a moment Steve catches a glimpse of a bloodied body staring blankly at him with a long arrow in the one eye socket.
"It's ok. It's ok." Robin tries to soothe him, releasing beta relaxing pheromones, but the other guard stops her, complaining that he can't afford to get relaxed by her pheromones, so Steve and Robin hug each other, trying to hide themselves from the attackers.
"He's here!" Someone yells, kicking the carriage door open, but the second guard is quick to pierce the intruder from side to side, what he wasn't expecting was someone else opening the door on the opposite side and grabbing Steve with no kindness, yanking him by his hair.
Robin screams, reaching out toward Steve, the guard turns his head just for a moment and another attacker takes his chance to stab him in the leg while Robin keeps screaming, but the clenching of the metal armor is so loud that Steve almost can't hear her.
A strong hit on the back of his head makes everything turn a warm black and he loses consciousness.
***
When he opens his eyes, Steve is surprised to find himself resting with his back against a big oak tree. In front of him the bluest lake he ever saw.
He puts down his hand, trying to get up, but immediately desists when a bright pain makes him whimper.
"I would stay put if I were you. Your wrist is sprained and you took a nasty hit to the head. Are you feeling dizzy?"
Steve startles, looking around himself, and finally finds a tall man with dark eyes and a nasty scar on his face staring at him with an amused smile.
His kidnapper!
The omega tries to crawl backward, but the unknown man is right, his wrist hurts too much and he still feels lightheaded.
"I think I'm going to pukeâŠ" he mutters, before turning on his side and emptying his stomach on the green grass.
Surprisingly, his kidnapper is quickly at his side, holding his hair out of his face, whispering encouraging words while he holds him to his chest with one arm.
When Steve's body gets limp into the kidnapper's arms, he takes a moment to breathe in his scent.
Embers and earth.
An alpha.
A proper omega should never be left alone with an alpha who's not family!
Steve tries to wriggle out of the stranger's hold, but he gently chuckles and pushes Steve's neck closer to the scent gland on his neck, "You're fine, omega. Nothing to worry about."
"I'm betrothed." He objects in a soft voice, while the alpha pheromones make him pliant and docile.
"That's what you're worried about? your honor?" The unknown alpha chuckles.Â
He has a nice laugh, Steve decided in his drugged state of mind, and he smells delicious. No other alpha ever smelled so good to him.
Steve must have said something because a very pleased rumble comes from the alpha's chest.
"You don't smell bad yourself, sweetheart."Â
Steve should be ashamed of himself, but the alpha's sturdy body is holding him tight and for the first time in his life he feels safe in an alpha's embrace.
"That's good. Come on, sip some water for me to wash away that bad taste."
The omega prince doesn't really know if the alpha is using his alpha's voice, or if he's already scentdrunk or whatever, but the only thing he wants to do is obey this alpha.
Steve spits a few times to clean his mouth from the horrible taste and then drinks some water, while the alpha keeps holding him tight.
The manâs wearing a beaten armor, stained with blood, and for a moment Steve wonders if he will kill him, but the way he keeps holding him makes him think that heâs affected by Steveâs scent as he is from his.
They aren't left alone for long. When Steve turns his head someone is riding toward them. Too many people.
Steve turns toward the alpha with eyes wide with worry, "You have to go. My future husband will kill you. He's a warlord! He won't be pleased you kidnapped me!"
"Kidnapped?" The alpha asks, staring with confusion at the omega, feeling Steve's head with gentle fingers, "How badly did they hurt you, omega?" he asks worriedly, and this time is Steve's turn to frown in confusion.
âI might not look so but Iâm a prince. And I was on my way to wed the Forest Parkâs Warlord's son. If they catch you, theyâll kill you.â
Eddie bursts out in a loud laugh, shaking Steve who quietly complains of being jostled by the huge Alpha's body.
"Let me introduce myself," the alpha says, grabbing Steve's uninjured hand and kissing the palm of his hand in the most chivalrous way, "I'm Edward Munson, King Munson's nephew, your betrothal."Â
#aug kissed#au gust#steddieangstyaugust#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#aug kissed 2024#writing prompt#prompt challenge#fandom event#au gust 2024#alternate universe#writing challenge#steddie event#stranger things#angst#angsty august#omegaverse#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#beta robin buckley#medusapelagia fanfic#medusapelagia#my fanfic#Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#Steddie#Steve x Eddie#Stranger Things Fanfiction#Steddie Fic
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Fanovember 2024 prompt list
(Written list below the line)
We decided to go through literary genres this time, although you can fit the prompt however you please (by using the literal word in your piece, a small reference, or writing in the style of that prompt!)
âWe'll be posting some ideas every day to spark creativity if any prompt in particular doesn't work well for you. Although you don't have to complete the challenge 100% (I won't, more on that later)
âThere's no limit on extension at all, whatever you need will be fine. (At least 200 words was the initial idea, but I, for instance, sometimes need less)
âYou can write in any language you want, we'll repost anyway. It's also valid if you mix languages! (I'll use Spanish since the media I've chosen is originally in that language)
âArists are welcome too, of course!
âSome people suggested creating an Ao3 Collection for this challenge and we have listened carefully (also had some help from @prettysophist, tysm again!) So here it is! Fanovember 2024 Ao3 Collection is now available for all of you. Remember to tag and categorize your works correctly so people can find what they'r looking for/avoid anything they don't want to read. Be nice!
âRemember to mention this blog @fanovember and use any (or all) of these tags both here and on Ao3:
#fanovember
#fanovember 2024
#fanovember 24
âNeedless to say, this event does NOT allow AI generated content of any kind. We want to see the most human of arts and writings
Personally, I don't think I'm completing the full list, as I'm absolutely surpassed by daily responsibilities. But since Softober went well, I'll choose 12 or 13 of the prompts that appeal to me the most and write those throughout the month. You can do whatever works best for you too, we don't want you to feel pressured by any means.
Choose your fandom (or fandoms) and start creating! Let's have some fun!!
Fanovember 2024
01. Romance
02. Short story
03. Terror
04. Adventure
05. Art
06. Retelling
07. Historical
08. Journal
09. Theatre
10. Witchcraft
11. Religion
12. Fantasy
13. Astrology
14. Mithology
15. Poetics
16. Reality show
17. Press
18. Urban fantasy
19. Film/Movie
20. Family
21. Music
22. Epistolary
23. Sci-fi
24. Autobiography
25. Cuisine
26. Dance
27. Board games
28. Classic
29. Triller
30. Flash-fiction
#fanovember 24#fanovember 2024#fanovember#event#prompt event#prompts#prompt challenge#writing event#open to all fandoms#multifandom#writing#writing challenge#writing prompt#writing prompts#fanfic#fanfic challenge#fanfic writing#fanfic inspo#fanfic inspiration#fanfic prompt#fanfic prompts#fanfic ideas#fanfiction#fanfiction challenge#fanfiction writing#fanfiction inspo#fanfiction inspiation#fanfiction prompt#fanfiction prompts#fanfiction ideas
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Day 8: god/goddess
Day 7: halloween
Day 6: switched personalities
Day 5: Wizard/witch
Day 4: genderbend
Day 3: childhood friends
Day 2: mermaid/merman
Day 1: vampire
#rick riordan#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#nico di angelo#heroes of olympus#percico#nicercy#drawing prompt#prompt challenge#greek gods
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ScreamInktober #1 Arms
I was gonna do splatober but I saw this on twitter and I like the prompts a lottt
mayb I'll do a splatober prompt if there's a screamink prompt idk what to do with or smth
#splatoon#my art#digital art#splatoon art#screaminktober#art challenge#splatoon fanart#agent 8#octo expansion#sanitized octoling#prompt challenge#October#spooky month#my artwork#art#artwork#illustration#I got lazy with the rendering
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đ đ Hello and welcome to our third annual Flufftober đ đ
Weâre so excited to be back and to once again have you here!
As always, letâs fill the month of October with as much fluff as possibleÂ đ„° and for that to happen, we not only have 31 prompts for you, no; we also have something special this year...
Prompt Extras
Last year's Prompt Substitutes were very well-loved and a lot of you used them to replace some prompts from the original list. You're more than welcome to do this again if there's a prompt that doesn't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.
Once again, we offer you last year's top five fan favorites (as voted in the end survey). In addition to that, we also offer five scenario prompts.
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 - you can also mix them all together!
So in whichever way you use these Prompt Extras, have fun with them and go wild đ
Below the cut you'll find all our rules, posting info, all the prompts in writing, as well as some explanation for prompts we feel might need clarification. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask đ„°
We hope you like these prompts, and now
Happy Creating đ„ł
Standard Blog Rules & FAQ
No inc*st or p*dophilia - we canât keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it wonât be reblogged. See further down for clarification.
No hate or ship bashing - weâre all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesnât go against rule #1, itâs allowed.
Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - itâs all fine as long as you tag it.
Thereâs 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, gifsets, videos, playlists⊠the skyâs the limit (though not reallyâŠ)
While we canât force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event đ
You can start writing and/or arting as soon as you see this - but please refrain from posting before the respective day.
You can participate on as many days as you like, even if itâs just one; you can also create multiple entries for the same day.
You can replace prompts from the original list with either or all of our prompt extras; you can also mix them with the original prompts or create for them in addition to the 31 original prompts, that's completely up to you.
Itâs okay to write one story/a series for all the prompts as long as itâs separated into chapters and the respective chapter/work is posted on the given day.
You do not have to stick to one 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!)
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 later.
All fandoms and ships are welcome - fanon and canon - as long as theyâre of age (in case you want to add smut) and not related.
Since this has often been asked in previous years, please let us clarify the no inc*st or p*dophilia rule:
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 was mostly aimed at ships in which one is a minor and the other is not - but since even that got complicated over time, the rule is now this: if you keep it SFW, all is good and allowed, we don't care; if it turns NSFW, be mindful of the legalaties of the world/society/times your characters live in.
Posting
Posting to tumblr
Please use the tag #flufftober2023
Since tags are sometimes wonky, make sure to also add @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: #flufftober2023 #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 flufftober2023 or flufftober_2023 (yes, we've once again claimed both)
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 (and explanations)
1. âIâve got youâ
2. Family, Friends, Loved Ones
3. âWait you love me?â - âI always haveâ
4. Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine)
5. x + 1 (can be a classic "5+1 things" [or any number you want] creation or literally a plus one for an event or really anything else you can think of)
6. Corn Maze
7. Porch Swing
8. Rainy Day
9. (...) at first sight (think "love at first sight", "enemies at first sight"...)
10. Love of my Life (even this does not have to be romantic đ)
11. Sweet Tooth
12. Fire & Ice
13. Wrong (...) (think "wrong number", "wrong train", "wrong person"...)
14. âI hate itâ - âNo, you don'tâ
15. Emergency, Confession, Adventure
16. Singing one another to sleep
17. Encouraging someone to achieve a goal
18. âDid you plan for this to happen?â
19. Keeping someone safe
20. Pumpkin
21. Swoon
22. Picking (think "picking flowers", "picking up someone", "picking out a dress", "picking a song for the wedding"...)
23. Trinket
24. [melting emoji] (does anyone even know what this emoji stands for? No? We neither but we would love for you to get creative with it đ but also, think "melting in the heat", "melting from embarrassment"... also, I would've loved to add it here but tumblr doesn't have this emoji yet)
25. Nook
26. Fireplace
27. Outdoor Event (think "hiking tour", "concert", "picnic"...)
28. Soothing Touch
29. âHey, wake up!â
30. Self-Worth / Self-Love
31. Dreams Do Come True
Prompt Extras
Last Year's Favorites
Alt 1: Hot Chocolate
Alt 2: âYouâve told your parents?â
Alt 3: Wearing Each Otherâs Clothes
Alt 4: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights
Alt 5: âOh no, youâre a Morning Person!â
Scenarios
Alt 6: Reverse all the Roles
Alt 7: Create a Fairytale Retelling
Alt 8: Give your character a new occupation
Alt 9: Create a crossover of two or more fandoms
Alt 10: Have your characters share the last table at a café
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"A Bit Of Sunshine" (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic)
And here we are on Day 2 of the Tuna-Tober prompt challenge! For Day Two, I chose the fluff prompt: Flower Crowns. You can see the rest of the prompts I've chosen here if you'd like to know what's coming this month from me. Also, if you'd like notifications when I post a new story, drabble, or chapter, you can follow my sideblog @pastaxandria and set it for notifications! And off we go!
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Wordcount: 985
Warnings for this chapter, let's do this: none, just some sweetness
It was rare that he found time to simply relax.
And yet here he was with you. The air was pleasantly warm, a whisper against his skin from the cool breeze faintly tinged with salt from the sea, and the shade from the massive oak tree above kept the worst of the sunâs rays from reaching him. The familiar sounds of the parkâsquealing children, laughing couples, bees buzzing away beneath a chorus of birdsong and rustling leavesâhad been a welcome respite from the blaring sirens and furious car horns, though heâd have been able to hear those, too, if heâd concentrated hard enough. But in a brief moment of peace, heâd allowed himself to reel his focus back in, his hypervigilance easing until he was just⊠here.Â
Here, in this case, referred to the two of you together atop a blanket under a tree in the park, the chosen location of your Saturday date. Youâd settled with your back against the tree, your legs stretched out easily in front of you. It hadnât been long before the warmth and fresh air had drawn him into an unusual state of lethargic relaxation, and at your encouragement, heâd wound up sprawled out next to you, his head in your lap, his eyes closed and his hands folded on his chest. Youâd seemed to recognize the moment for what it was, too. Your fingers had quickly found their way often to his hair, stroking fondly through the strands, nails against his scalp a sensation that occasionally made him purr or hum, rolling his head into your touch. He wasnât sure how long it had been, but that didnât seem to matter. Sometimes you both talked, and sometimes instead you lapsed into a pleasant quiet, the two of you simply enjoying the break from all the chaos and stress so common in your life together. Though your hands had been absent from his hair for a little while now, instead working steadily away at some sort of mystery project above him. He wasnât sure what it was. Heâd have to extend his senses to find out, and for now, he was choosing to trust you while he let go of his usual control.Â
Still, the repeated shift of you as you reached for something beside the blanket, the little snap as you pulled something from the grass over and over, adding it to whatever you were working on, finally stirred his curiosity.
âWhat are you doing?â he murmured, fighting back a yawn as he adjusted his head on your lap, tipping it towards yours. It wasnât like he could see you, but he liked to make sure you knew he was listening.
âMaking you something.â You let out a hum, something soft and light falling from whatever you held in your hands to land on his cheek. He didnât bother to move it. It was soft enough, whatever it was, and delicately scentedâfaint traces of cut grass and something vaguely sweet, tinged with musk and the scent of your skin where youâd touched it. Even without his focus firmly in hand, the sensory weight of it made his nose twitch as he took it in. Fortunately, the smell wasnât unpleasant, especially when mingled with yours around him, with the scent of grass and earth, oak leaves and sea breeze and sugary vanilla from the ice cream cart a few hundred yards away. Somehow, he had a feeling the unique mixture would stay with him, a memory shortcut back to the feeling of this moment, so he spent a long moment breathing it in, letting it imprint itself on his mind. These brief moments of joy, of perfection were something he held onto as tightly as he could, a shield for his heart when his thoughts grew dark and the world seemed intent on stripping all the good from his life like meat from the bone.Â
âThere,â you said happily, the shape of your smile sunlight on his skin. âAll done. Hold still.â
You shifted a little above him, lifting his slack head just a touch, and a moment later you settled something onto his head, a circular loop of sensation that lightly pressed down against his hair, tickling, velvet-soft whispers of textures against his forehead. The scent of cut grass and sweetness grew stronger with its presence, and he lazily blinked his eyes open, shifting his gaze towards where he knew your face lay. Â
âOh, you need to let me get a picture before you take that off. My flower king.â You sighed, before leaning down to kiss him lightly. You lifted your head again, tilting your head in the way heâd come to learn meant you were taking him in, trying to ensure you would remember this later, just as he had a moment ago with the scents around him. âYour eyes with the yellow dandelions and your hair is just beautiful. You look happy.âÂ
And the truth in your heart when you said it justâŠÂ
âMaybe I am happy.â He leaned into your hand when you ran it down his cheek, scanning lovingly around the sensory shape of you, all gentle whispers of fire and soft sensation. âAnd what about you, sweetheart?â
âIâm with you,â you said softly, lifting up one of his scarred, battered hands. You brought it up to your mouth, letting his fingers trace your smile before you turned it and kissed the woven bands of scar tissue on his knuckles. âSo yeah. Iâm happy. Now sit up for me for a minute. I want to get a picture of us, flower crown included.â
That picture found its way onto his desk a few days later.Â
He couldnât see it, of course.Â
But the cut dandelions you often left beside the picture were quick to bring the memory back, as did every last determined bloom he found growing up stubbornly through the cracks of his city.
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100 Drabble Challenge: Lab Whump Edition
The challenge: write exactly 100 words about any of the following 60 prompts. Have fun!
Vivisection
Scalpel
Strapped down
Drugged
Injection
Scars
Naked
Disoriented
Under observation
Incision
Bandages
Blood
Experiment
Conditioning
Gloved hands
Cleaned up
Oxygen mask
Sleep deprivation
Nightmares
Privacy
Captured
Anesthesia
Prostrate
Starving
Dehydrated
Recovery
Bedrest
Desensitized
Gauze
Isolation
Uniform
Unconscious
Needle
Cut
Weak
Screaming
Infection
Manhandled
Shivering
Reflection
Dehumanized
Surgery
Torture
Pain medication
Phobia
Abused
Bedsores
Dragged
Sterile
Sedated
Research
Mistake
Begging
Pity
Touch starved
Pain
Damaged
Stitches
Volunteer
On camera
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