#takes a flufftober prompt

[nochi-quinn]

Fic/Fluff/Kinktober, day 18

Fandom: Fallout 4 Relationship: Deacon/Female Sole Survivor (ish) Rated: T Words: ~650 Prompt: "Did you plan for this to happen?" (flufftober) Additional Tags: blood, unnamed character death, graphic description of death

"Deacon, so help me god, I will drop you where you stand." Her voice came out between clenched teeth, threatening tears and violence in equal measure. "Did you plan this? Is this one of your stupid lessons? Lesson three hundred and fuck you, you can't save everyone?"

[neocities][AO3]

[anarchy-and-piglins]

I know you're not taking any prompts for it but imagine piglin techno with the "if you cry we'll go easy on you" prompt of the ai-less whumptober. He's just a little guy and he was separated from his family and everything's big and scary and foreign and these people keep HURTING him and there's so much blood and he wants them to stop but piglins can't cry. They're nether-bound creatures. Any tears would evaporate almost instantly and leave burns and it's already so easy to get dehydrated down there, no need to make it even easier... Thought you might enjoy that thought.

Hey, I might not take prompts for whumptober this year bc I have a longfic planned, that doesn't mean I don't love receiving Techno whump in my inbox. Always a joyful thing.

AND THIS ONE IS SO TASTY OUGH

[g0atmama]

Flufftober 13 - Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room; Vexing Spark

Dreadwing you turned into a cameo this is mostly a convo between Windshear and Viv. Also!!! featuring @bugsband's Windshear. Gonna write some more of him and Vivienne being friends

Vivienne was a surprisingly easy human to get along with. Even the insecticon enjoyed her company. It was him that carried her down to this mine- the first lieutenant already inside when they arrived. He first heard the chatter. Talking about things that seemed inane to him, but clearly… Weren’t. Not to them. He didn’t make it a habit to listen in.

It was Windshear he heard first.

“-- Spiders. You’re scared of spiders.”

“If they’re small or far away, I’m fine.”

“... So Arachnid.”

“Fuck off.”

They come into the room as Windshear snorts a laugh. Knock Out is waiting in another room- Dreadwing dismisses him after Vivienne is handed to him. She’s so fragile. So small in his servo- sitting in the center of it.

He watches as the insecticon leaves. His brow furrows as he looks down at her.

“Spiders?”

She doesn’t answer. She just hums a bit, leaning back against the ridges of his servo as he carries her through the mine. As much as he hates being so far below the ground (as any flier does), being around her… Somehow, makes it bearable.

And he hates it.

[personal-ly]

Fuck it! Gonna try flufftober for gwaine. (Obviously I'm late ...i fully forgot we're in October until today). I need more gwaine content

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hey writer friends! There's a fun, all-fandom, writing/art event taking place for fall. Cozytober! This is their second year and since they don't have a tumblr page, I thought I'd share the prompts!

For anyone participating in any of the other big fall events (@sicktember @whumptober @flufftober ) these prompts actually meld really well with those.

For more information about Cozytober rules, as well as a text version of the prompts, check out their AO3 Collection page [Here]

Happy writing!!

[cookiescribble]

Innocent Love

Flufftober Day 16: “Yes, No, Maybe” + bonus prompt “I’ve Got You.” (this one gets an actual title because i was planning on posting this as a regular fic)

A/N: I don’t think this is quite what the prompt meant (and the words are out of order) but I was already in the middle of writing this when we decided we were doing flufftober and had written that line so I figured I’d use it for this prompt 🫶🏻 - mod angel 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: After talking through some emotional concerns, you and Spencer finally feel comfortable getting intimate with each other. 

CW: very fluffy smut (18+), mutual loss of virginity, discussion/description of SA (based on the memories he talked about in 3x16)

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You were sitting on the couch, originally watching a movie that had since been forgotten about. Your hands were tangled in Spencer’s hair, your lips against his, your kisses feeling like they were the air you need to breathe. 

You pulled away for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breath, your heart pounding as if you just ran a marathon. You looked at each other, letting out a little laugh, still holding onto each other. 

“Do you remember anything that happened in the last 20 minutes of this movie?” He asked, still laughing softly. 

You laughed harder, shaking your head. “No, I was focused on something way more important,” you murmured, grinning as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

He hummed against your lips, his hands automatically coming to hold your face, and you were back to kissing fervently. 

After a few more minutes of this, you slowly pulled him on top of you, never breaking the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. You could feel his heart beating fast against yours, as you slowly slid one hand under his shirt…

Suddenly, he pulled away, wincing, his breath shallow and shaky. You pulled your hand back, holding it out in front of you. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” You asked, worried that you were going to scare him off. You hadn’t been dating for too long, and you didn’t want to rush things, but it had just felt… right. 

He hesitated, still catching his breath. “No… Yes? Maybe? I…” He sighed, and you could feel his breath on your face since he was still so close to you. “I don’t know…”

You reached up to touch his face, consoling him and giving him a soft smile. “Let’s stop for now, okay?”

He nodded, sitting up, running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. “Sorry…” he muttered, looking at you apologetically. 

You shook your head, putting your arm around him. “Nothing to be sorry about,” you assured him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his breath finally going back to normal. “I just… I-I don’t know,” he sighed, as if he was frustrated with himself. “I haven’t… I don’t…” he kept stumbling through starts of sentences he never finished. 

You pat his shoulder in a comforting gesture, letting him know you understood. You were trying to think of words yourself; you and Spencer had gotten far enough in your relationship that it was probably time to have a “talk,” but you felt shy about it. It was a slightly uncomfortable topic, especially since you didn’t know how to bring up your total lack of experience without sounding like a complete loser. 

He took your hand off his shoulder to hold it, linking your fingers together. The sweet gesture gave you the bit of courage you needed to keep talking. 

“So…” you started hesitantly, “do you… want to do… that, someday?” You tried not to blush, it shouldn’t be this big of a deal to talk about it. “Because some people don’t, and that’s totally okay too, and I really wouldn’t mind if-“

“No, I do,” he cut off your babbling. “I… I really want to try this with you. I just…” He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t… have any actual experience with… that, but I’ve had some experiences kinda… related to that, and they were… bad.”

You were kind of relieved to hear the first part of that, but hearing the last part of what he said made you furrow your brows. “I… also don’t have any experience, if that makes you feel better.” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “But, the other thing… Do you want to talk about it?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, just letting himself feel your calming touch. “I just… I’m worried I’ll start to freak out.” He sighed, gripping your hand a little tighter. “It’s… kind of a long story.”

“Well, I’m more than willing to listen,” you replied softly. “Besides, I’ve got nothing better to do.”

That caused him let out a soft chuckle, making you smile. “Okay, well… it started when I was in high school.” He stared into the distance as he talked, almost as if he was somewhere else, describing the events happening. “I was… well, less than popular in school, which I guess is to be expected when you graduate at 12.”

You nodded, giving his hand a little squeeze to try to ground him. You’re sure that wherever he was right now, it wasn’t a good place. 

He closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. “And… sometimes, people would just pretend to like me, and I didn’t know any better and I just believed them.” He gave your hand another squeeze. “One day… one of the girls in my class came up to me, and she said her friend wanted to meet me, and I was excited because I thought I liked her, and the idea of someone liking me was, like, unheard of at the time…”

You frowned, starting to soothingly stroke his hand with your thumb. He’d told you about his time in school being emotionally difficult, but he never told you any specifics. 

He opened his eyes again, still not looking at you. “So I met this friend at the time she told me, and when I got there… she was there, but it wasn’t just her; the whole football team was there, and…” His eyes were starting to water now. “And they… took my clothes off and they tied me to the goal posts… and they just laughed at me when I begged them to let me go.”

“Oh, Spence,” you whispered, reaching up to wipe away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “That’s awful.”

He sniffled, looking like he was trying to hold his breath so he wouldn’t cry. He reached up to touch your hand that was on his face, closing his eyes again. 

You felt your heart breaking at his story. How could people be so mean to him? Especially when he was so young and vulnerable.

You pulled him into a tight hug, stroking his hair soothingly. “It’s okay now, honey,” you cooed in his ear. “I’ve got you. No one’s ever going to hurt you like that ever again.”

“I know…” he sighed, his voice still a little wobbly. “But I just… can’t forget it, and when you started to take my shirt off, it just brought me right back there.” He hugged you a little tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil the moment…”

You shook your head. “You have nothing to apologize for, Spence,” you assured him. “I would never ask you to do something you weren’t ready for.” You pulled back slightly to look at him, pushing his hair back so you could look in his eyes. “If you want to try to go further, we can take things slow, okay? We can take our time.”

He nodded, looking up at you with those big, sad eyes of his. “Yeah, I think I like that idea.” He gave you a soft smile. 

You smiled back, kissing his forehead. “C’mon, let’s finish this movie.”

“I think we’re gonna have to rewind it,” he laughed softly, sitting up again. “I barely even remember what movie we were watching.”

…

You both kept your word about going slow. Every time you were alone together, you started to slowly get further and further. He eventually got comfortable with you taking his shirt off, and you both got a bit more comfortable letting your hands roam. 

One day, everything seemed to fall into place, and you were both finally ready. 

Spencer had come home after a rare slow day at the BAU, and he scooped you into his arms immediately when he entered your apartment. 

He was on you instantly, pulling you close and kissing you, his hands gently gripping your face as you fell back onto the couch. You let out a surprised hum against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as the kiss started to get very heated. You took his tie off, throwing it on the side of the couch. He let you unbutton a few of the top buttons on his shirt, eventually breaking the kiss to look at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“Can we… go to the bedroom?” he asked softly, panting from the intense kiss. 

Your eyes widened slightly. “Are you sure?” you whispered back, reaching up to touch his face. 

He nodded, putting his hands over yours. “I’m sure. If… if you want to, that is…”

You nodded immediately, standing back up as you both walked to the bedroom, Spencer pulling you by your hand as you both giggled excitedly. 

You closed the door behind you, and Spencer slowly walked towards you, pulling you in by your waist. He kissed you, slower this time, with more intention. His hands slowly slid up your sides as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

You let out a dreamy sigh, hugging him tightly. You lifted your arms as you let him pull your shirt off, tossing it off to the side somewhere. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and it joined yours on the floor as you fell back on the bed, Spencer quickly moving on top of you, his touch on your body feather light. 

His hands worked achingly slow, feeling every inch of you. Starting at your neck, slowly sliding down your arms, back up your waist… his touch so gentle you might not have felt it, if you weren’t paying attention. 

But, oh, you felt it. It felt like electricity was flowing through your body with every touch of his fingertips. He looked into your eyes as his hands kept roaming your body, you never thought you could feel so loved by somebody.

Eventually, his hands came to slowly push down your bra straps, making your breath catch in your throat. “Can I take this off?” He asked, his voice soft and sweet like honey. 

You nodded, sitting up so he could reach your back to unhook it. After a few moments, it joined the rest of your clothes on the floor. 

You looked up at him, and he was looking into your eyes. His eyes were slightly widened, and he seemed as though he was keeping himself from looking at you. 

You let out a warm laugh, reaching up to touch his face. “You’re allowed to look, Spence.”

He blushed as his eyes roamed down your body, leaning you back so you were laying down again. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hands resuming their search on your body. You closed your eyes, just letting yourself feel the sensation. 

Eventually, his hands reached your chest, making you gasp lightly. Your eyes opened instinctively as you felt him hesitate. “Is… is that okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your face slightly flushed. “It’s just… new. But not bad.” You looked up at him sheepishly. “It feels… nice.”

He gave you a soft smile, his head coming down to meet yours, your foreheads and noses touching. His hands resumed the soft touch, making you let out a soft moan when he touched the sensitive part of your skin. 

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then started planting soft kisses down your neck and your shoulders until his lips finally found your breasts. You let out a gasp, your eyes closing as your hands tangled in his hair. Your heart was pounding like crazy; you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel it from where he was. 

His kisses were achingly gentle, before his tongue started moving in circular motions. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you were letting out soft whimpers. Eventually, he made his way back up and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. 

You both looked at each other, giggling softly, feeling like two teenagers sneaking away on prom night. You felt giddy, but serious at the same time. This meant a lot to both of you. 

You bit your lip, your hand slowly sliding down his side before you started to undo his belt. He let out a shaky breath, and soon you were working on his button and zipper, pulling it down…

“Wait!” He exclaimed suddenly, making you pull your hand away, slightly startled. 

“D-do you want to stop?” You asked, worried you did something wrong. 

“No, no, I don’t want to stop,” he shook his head. “I just… can’t forget…” he trailed off as he pulled something out of his pocket, placing a condom on your bedside table. 

You blushed fiercely, that one gesture suddenly making everything feel more real. 

He settled back on top of you, reaching his hand out to gently cup your cheek. “Had to make sure that didn’t get stuck in the clothing pile,” he laughed warmly. 

You laughed back, touching your noses together again. “Well, is it okay if this goes in the clothing pile now?” You asked, tugging at the waistband of his pants. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, his face looking a little red. “All good now.”

You reached down to tug at his pants again, pulling them down as Spencer helped you slide them off. Your eyes wandered down his body, seeing something very prominently bulging in his underwear. Your eyes darted back up to his face, your cheeks turning pink. 

His hands were back on you, sliding down your sides before resting on your hips. “Your turn?” He whispered. 

“Y-yeah,” you whispered back, swallowing and nodding. You reached down to unbutton your own pants before Spencer’s hands were sliding underneath them, and soon they were discarded to the clothing pile. 

He got closer to your face again, biting his lip. “I’ve, uh, been doing some… research…” he murmured, sounding a bit flustered. 

“Research?” You repeat, laughing lightly. “What kind of research?”

“Well,” he started, his hand resting on your hip. “I just… really want to do this right. And I want you to feel good. So I, uh…” he looked a bit embarrassed. “I looked into… what women say feels good. And like, how to… get you… prepared…” he let out an awkward laugh, running his hand through his hair. 

You giggled, covering part of your face with your hand, your face feeling hot. “Yeah? And what did you discover?”

“Well, there were things they said help so it doesn’t hurt,” he explained, his hand trailing down your leg now. “So… I wanted to try it, because I don’t want you to be in pain while we do this.”

He was so sweet you could almost cry. Instead, you just nodded. “Okay… let’s try it, then.”

He nodded back, lifting your legs up and slowly pulling your underwear off. You looked up at him, a bashful look on your face as you lay bare underneath him. 

He took a moment to look over your body before clearing his throat. “Okay, so, the first thing they recommended was putting a pillow under your hips.”

You nodded, taking one of the pillows you weren’t laying on and handing it to him. 

He furrowed his brows, the way he did when he was concentrating hard on something. You picked up your hips so he could slide the pillow underneath you. 

“Comfortable?” He asked softly. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, adjusting your position slightly. Your hips were angled slightly upwards now. “What’s next?” 

“Next is to… get you… ready.” He reached up to  push a strand of hair out of your face. 

“R-ready?” You asked, your face a bit flushed. “So you’re gonna… t-touch me?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Is that okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah, it’s okay. I guess I’m just a bit… nervous. I’ve never had anyone touch me like that before,” you mumbled, looking away. 

“Me neither,” he replied, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “But, this is supposed to help you feel less nervous, on top of trying to get your body used to… something being… in there,” he chuckled awkwardly. 

A giggle bubbled in your throat, your face bright red now. “Right, yeah,” you took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. “Okay.”

His hand trailed down your body again, watching your face for any reactions. He parted your legs, his hand resting on your lower stomach. “Ready?” He whispered. 

“Ready,” you whispered back, taking another deep breath. 

His hand trailed down until he finally reached the bundle of nerves between your legs, touching it tentatively. 

Your breath hitched, and you let out a little whimper. Just one small touch and you were already feeling your body react. Your arms reached out to wrap around his shoulders, hugging him for support. 

“Does that feel good?” Spencer whispered in your ear, his fingers pausing to make sure you were still okay. 

You nodded vigorously, threading your fingers in his hair, your faces so close that you could feel his breath. “Yeah…” you whispered back, your face flushed. “It… it feels really good.”

His other hand moved to stroke your hair soothingly as he started circling your bud, earning a soft moan from you. 

The juxtaposition between the innocent sweetness he was showing and the very not innocent thoughts you were having were starting to make your head spin. You didn’t think you could ever feel so good, but you were already getting so worked up that you couldn’t imagine yourself lasting much longer. 

After a few minutes of Spencer rubbing you achingly slowly, he whispered to you again. “I’m gonna, um…” He seemed like he almost felt too shy to say the words. “… put my finger in now, okay?” He cleared his throat, his eyes looking into yours. “It’s supposed to help stretch you out a bit, so it doesn’t hurt… l-later.” He was blushing, his awkward mumbling sounding very endearing to you.

“Y-yeah, okay,” you murmured, biting your lip. “I can handle that.”

He nodded, stroking your hair before he went any further. “Just relax,” he whispered. “It said that tensing makes it more likely to hurt.”

You took a deep breath, relaxing your body as much as you could manage. It didn’t help that he had gotten you worked up so quickly. 

He pressed your foreheads together as he slowly slid one finger in, making you hug him a little closer, letting out a quiet whine as you felt this new sensation in your body. It was almost like a slightly full feeling, except that you felt like you wanted more. 

“Is that okay?” He asked softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “Doesn’t hurt?”

“N-no,” you stammered, deciding you’d answer his last question first. “It doesn’t hurt, it feels really good.”

“Do you think you can manage a little more?” He searched your face to look for any signs of discomfort. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, swallowing. “I think I can.”

He nodded at you, pressing his face to yours as he slowly slipped another finger in. 

You let out another soft whine, holding him a bit tighter. He looked at you, silently asking a question. “I’m alright,” you whisper softly. “It feels good.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he started moving his fingers, the new sensation filling you with excitement, already feeling like you were close to coming undone. 

“Spence…” you moaned softly as he suddenly kissed you hungrily, his tongue in your mouth causing you to tangle your fingers in his hair tightly. 

You didn’t think anything could feel this good, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, hitting you where it felt the best every time as if he was an expert. You felt something building in your stomach, your toes starting to curl as you let out a string of moans and whimpers. 

You pull away from the kiss, breathing shakily as you try to speak. “Spence… I-I’m…” you squeezed your eyes shut as you suddenly felt overwhelmed by how much pleasure was coursing through your body. 

Spencer ran a hand through your hair, the gesture very gentle compared to the relentless way his fingers were moving inside of you. “Just let it happen. I’ve got you,” he murmured in your ear before his lips were back on yours, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

The tenderness in his voice and feeling of his lips and the movement of his fingers finally sent you over the edge, moaning loudly as you felt waves and waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Your back arched off the bed as you got lost in the pleasure, almost feeling like it was never going to end. 

Finally, you felt yourself come down, panting as you tried to process what just happened. You’d never really felt that kind of sensation before.

Spencer was looking at you in awe when you finally looked back over to him, also seeming to be processing what just happened. 

You blushed, feeling a bit shy after all that. It made you feel more exposed than taking off your clothes had. 

After a few moments, he broke the silence by whispering, “You’re so beautiful.” He pushed your hair back, getting a better look at your flushed face. 

You smiled sheepishly, your heart warming at how sweet he was. He was really good at comforting you during such a vulnerable time. 

“So, uh…” you started, absentmindedly running your finger up and down his arm. “Do you think that was… sufficient?” You chuckled awkwardly, feeling like you sounded ridiculous. 

He was also blushing, his voice warm and sweet. “I hope so,” he laughed lightly back. “Do you feel… ready?”

You leaned in, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more ready for anything in my life,” you murmured. 

You both smiled at each other, Spencer’s face getting more and more flushed as your hand traced down his side to his hip. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one not wearing any clothes right now,” you teased as your fingers stopped right under the waistband of his underwear. 

He bit down on his tongue, his hand moving to help you finally take off the rest of his clothes. 

Soon, you both lay there, completely bare. Your face was a bright red, your eyes widening automatically as you looked over his body. You moved your eyes back up to his face and he met your gaze, pressing his forehead to yours and gently cupping your cheek. 

“Are you, ah…” You felt a bit embarrassed as you spoke. “Are you sure it was enough… preparing?” As stereotypical as it sounded, you were having trouble imagining him fitting inside of you.

He smiled softly, tangling his legs together with yours, the sense of closeness feeling reassuring to you. “You can tell me if it hurts… I want you to tell me if it hurts, okay? Or if you changed your mind-“

You shook your head, cutting him off. “I didn’t change my mind. I promise.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into another kiss, slowly moving on top of you so he was straddling your waist. You stifled a moan when you felt something hard pressing against your stomach.

After a few more moments, he pulled away slightly, his mouth still inches away from yours. “Okay, I… I’m going to…” He trailed off as he sat up a bit more, his hand right next to your face as his other reached for the condom on the table. 

You felt a bit embarrassed just staring at him, but you kind of couldn’t help it. “So, there’s like… a right and a wrong way to wear it, right? I remember being taught that in high school.”

He nodded, tearing the wrapper open and starting to slowly roll it down his length. “Yeah, I’ve been, uh… practicing,” he admitted sheepishly. 

A giggle bubbled in your throat as you thought about what that “practicing” meant. For some reason, it excited you how much he prepared for this. It meant that he really cared a lot for you. 

After it was on, he came back down to face you again. “Ready?” He asked softly, his hand finding yours and interlocking your fingers together. 

You gave his hand a little squeeze. “Ready,” you replied, nodding determinately. 

He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed himself in, both of you letting out a little gasp as you finally joined your bodies together in this intimate harmony. 

You let out a little whimper when he was all the way in, feeling perfectly full. You fit together perfectly, like you were made for each other, as cliché as that sounded. 

After a few moments of just staying like that, your foreheads pressed together as you both adjusted to this new feeling, Spencer spoke breathlessly. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head. “No, it doesn’t hurt. It feels… amazing,” you admitted, whispering to him. 

He smiled softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t holding yours. “Can I start moving?”

You nodded quickly. “Please,” you practically begged, your body already aching for this pleasure that was only just starting. 

He wasted no time, his eyes closing as he started a steady rhythm, his movements almost achingly slow. 

He leaned his head down for another heated kiss, letting out a quiet moan against your lips. You squeezed his hand tight, matching his moan as his thrusts started getting a little faster. 

You could immediately feel the pleasure building inside of you again. He was able to hit the exact spots that made you whimper and moan, and hearing his own muffled noises of pleasure against your lips was making you feel dizzy. 

After a few minutes, he pulled away from the kiss to bury his face in your neck, his movements starting to get erratic. He sounded like he was mumbling something to himself, his voice vibrating against your neck. You think you heard him listing some of the periodic table elements, which could’ve almost made you laugh if you weren’t so lost in the feeling of him. 

“Spence…” you whimpered, trying to pull his head up to press your face against his. “It’s… I…” You tried to convey the feeling building inside you as you felt yourself getting more and more worked up with each of his thrusts, but you couldn’t even form a cohesive thought. Instead, you squeezed his hand tighter, letting out a loud moan. 

Thankfully, he understood you, and you could feel his hair tickling your forehead as he nodded. “Me too,” he breathed, his voice slightly whiny. “God, me too.”

You wrapped your arm around him, the movement of his hips getting faster and faster as the room was filled with the noises you both were letting out. 

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore; your back arched, pressing your body against his, your feet tangling together as you felt his tensing against yours. You felt yourself hit that high for the second time tonight, your hips moving to meet his as he moaned loudly, his hips shuddering as he came right there with you, the frenzied movements dying down until he finally stopped, collapsing on top of you. 

You were both panting, trying to catch your breath after such an intense moment. He let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face in your neck. You reached up to gently stroke his hair, your other hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on his back. 

You stayed like that for a few minutes, keeping each other close, your hearts thrumming in your chests against each other. His body was warm on top of yours; he almost felt like your personal weighted blanket. 

Eventually, Spencer lifted his head up to look at you. As you met his eyes, you both let out a little giggle, the giddiness of what you just experienced really hitting you. He moved so he was laying on his back, scooping you into his arms as you curled up into his side. 

“That was… wow,” you finally broke the silence, a big smile on your face. 

He smiled back at you. “Incredible,” he finished for you. “I… I never thought I could feel quite like that.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, your tone slightly teasing. “Your ‘research’ didn’t prepare you for that?”

He laughed warmly, pulling you closer against him. “Nothing could’ve prepared me; you’re a one-of-a-kind person, and everything with you just feels so… special,” he gleamed at you, putting his hand over yours. “I… I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you breathed, getting slightly teary-eyed. You weren’t prepared for just how emotional this would make you. “I can’t imagine myself doing that with anyone besides you.”

“Agreed,” he nodded, his tone soft as his thumb wiped away the tear that was forming. “You okay?”

You nodded, turning your head to give his hand a little kiss. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you smiled softly at the comforting touch. “Just feeling a lot of emotions, I guess.”

“That’s normal,” he replied, pushing your hair back so he could look at you better. “The hormonal release can cause a flood of emotions, sometimes causing postcoital tristesse. It’s normal to feel some anxiety or sudden sadness-“

“It’s not sadness,” you cut him off. “I’m crying because I'm so happy.” You smiled wide, nuzzling his nose with yours. 

He couldn’t help but smile back, his eyes closing as he nuzzled your nose back. “That can also happen. I’m glad that’s the one you’re feeling.”

“Me too,” you sighed contentedly, resting your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly hitting you. 

He let out a warm laugh as he saw you getting comfortable, hearing the drowsiness in your voice. “How about we get dressed and go to sleep?” he whispered. “I think we’ll both sleep really well tonight.”

“Mhm…” you mumbled, trying to will yourself to sit up after your body suddenly felt really heavy. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

After a bit of effort, you both got up to change into your pajamas, stealing a few quick kisses as you did so. You settled back into bed, snuggling up under the covers, whispering “goodnight”s before you both fell asleep almost instantly. 

After that night, you were practically inseparable. This had basically become a nightly routine; you tried out a whole bunch of positions to test what felt the best for both of you. His favorites were the ones where he could hold you in his arms. 

It always ended with lots of snuggling afterwards, the intimacy making your relationship even stronger than it was before. You never thought you could feel this much love for someone, but you felt it every day with Spencer.

[vrystalius]

Muzan’s only weakness.

Talking to a strange individual every night for months now made you start to feel a little more for the handsome man who calls himself Muzan. But after leaving you alone for so long made you doubt that he ever felt anything for you.

Flufftober prompt: “You love me?” “Always have.”

Pairing: Muzan x gn!reader

I really hope this is the prompt you meant @aethien11-blog , I wasn’t really sure! But I hope you enjoyed this, I’m always so nervous when writing for mutuals XD. If you didn’t like this or meant another prompt, please let me know and I’ll definitely write a different one!

You first met Muzan after he had saved you from a creepy man followeing you through the park. He offered you his coat for warmth and company to walk home with, but that walk quickly became longer and longer, choosing one detour after another just to keep talking. This gentleman claims to be a divorced, wealthy businessman who has a sickness that keeps him from leaving his home during the day. He has a pale complexion and beautiful dark hair, his eyes a rare reddish colour and his nails well kept and sharp. He is intelligent, well-mannered and mysterious, his presence alone causing tingles across your whole body. That tingling moved you to ask him for another meeting the following night, and the night after that, and the night after that.

Muzan brought you a gift everytime you two met; beautiful flowers, beautiful hand-crafted vases he claims to have received from a colleague, food that he never ate himself, clothes that are more expensive than your existence and jewerly fit for a shogun. He is spoiling you, truly, and all this man wants in return is a piece of your time and your grateful smile. At first, you believed Muzan is just buying favours from you just to bed you in return, but he never attempted to do such. He never even tried to kiss or touch you in any ways, always kept a respectable distance and continued to be the nicest gentleman. Perhaps he doesn’t want a relationship, or at least that’s the impression he gave you while sitting on your porch only to talk to you the whole night.

But his last visit was three months ago, so what do you know? Nothing. Muzan never opened up to you in any way, only interested in your boring life and never talking about his own. You barely even know the man you were missing so much.

The first night of him not showing up, you were incredibly worried for him. Perhaps Muzan ran into trouble and needs help, but after the second, third, fourth, tenth, twentieth night of him not returning, you stopped sitting outside in the cold, alone, waiting like a pathetic dog awaiting the return of it’s owner. You felt ashamed for missing him so badly, even though he left without ever saying goodbye.

Until one night, a soft knock lured you to the front of your house. Opening the door revealed the man you were thinking about for three months straight. He was dressed in his signature black suit and his white, freshly ironed pants. A small smile spread on his face. Muzan presented a small but neatly arranged bouquet of flowers. He was acting like he never left.

“I hope I haven’t upset you for leaving you alone for so long.”

He took a single step forward, standing in your doorway. His presence felt oddly calming and your heart started to flutter. It felt more full, as if a piece that was previously missing now filled the hole. You couldn’t help but smile and take the boquet out of his hands. His pale hand lifted slowly and cupped your warm cheek.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to return…”

Muzan lifted your head, making you look at him. You saw something soft behind his eyes while he looks at you. You felt his finger gently brushing over your cheek. His touch made you feel something you buried after the first week of him not returning— hope for love.

“You believed I wouldn’t return? I apologise. I should’ve notified you about my leave.”

His voice was warmer, quieter, softer than the last time you heard it. Much gentler. It made your mind race and thoughts return back to the question you used to ask yourself during the nights you waited.

“Do you even care for me, Muzan?”

Your question made his finger stopped moving against your skin. He stared at your face, the shine in his eyes dimming. His other hand slowly lifted to cup your other cheek, angling your face slightly. His fingers brushed your hair strands to the side while Muzan admired you silently without saying a word. Warmth pooled inside your stomach in anticipation.

“I do. I care for you greatly. I beg you to believe me.”

Muzan took a deep breath. He averted his eyes for a moment as if collecting his thoughts or preparing to say something that heavily weighs on his own heart.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

His voice was quiet and shaky. You saw how vulnerable he looked and how much it took him to say this. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest and a huge smile spread all over your face. Your hand brushed over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. Gods, he’s so nervous, yet he looks so confident and casual. His hand wrapped around yours.

“You do?”

“Always. I always have.”

The shine in his eyes returned, and yet something darker taking over his expression. The grip in you tightened slightly as he leaned down to you, pressing his lips up against yours. Your breath hitched slightly at the metallic taste of his lips, your hand gripping his shirt tightly. Muzan’s tongue teased in between your lips, asking for permission to go further. He pushed you inside your house, pressing you against the wall of your entrance hall. His hands hungrily travelled down to your waist, giving you a small squeeze and pulling your hips against his. He took the forgotten bouquet of flowers out of your hands and threw them aside for the moment onto a cupboard.

“I love you. Allow me to make up for the times I neglected you.”

🎃

I hope you enjoyed this!! I started writing around three times until I got satisfied with this, this challenge is really hard for me XD. I’ll keep going though, it’s super fun!! Please send in some requests you’d like to see in the future <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves and happy Halloween season <3

Here are the lists of prompts you can choose from:

Flufftober (fluff)

Fictober (angst, fluff)

Whumptober (angst)

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Bucky Barnes One Shots

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Main Masterlist

Fluff || 🩵

Smut || 🦋

Angst || 🧢

Dark || 🌀

Trigger warning || 🛋️

Fics over 1K notes || ⭐️

Fics over 2K notes || 🌟

• Storm (🩵)

↳ Summary: Bucky comforts you when there’s a storm.

• Two Servings (🦋) 🌟

↳ Summary: Bucky enjoys two servings of his delicious breakfast... you.

• Nobody Is You (🦋🧢🛋️)

↳ Summary: Bucky looses the love of his life and tries to find a way to cope with his loss.

• At The Club (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky has you ride yourself on his thigh at the club.

• Black T-Shirt (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky in that black and tight T-Shirt has you in desperate need to have his dick in your mouth.

• Two Is Better Than One (🦋)

↳ Summary: Bucky brings another man to your house for some fun.

• Dessert (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky always enjoy eating his favourite dessert before dinner… you.

• Yes, Sir pt. 1 (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky discovers a newfound kink.

• Yes, Sir pt. 2 (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky executes his newfound kink and takes your body as he pleases.

• Yes, Sir pt. 3 (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky had promised that he would leave you a crying, whimpering mess the next time he has his hands on you. So that’s exactly what he’s doing.

• NSFW Alphabet (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: A-Z of pure smut.

• Future Nostalgia (🩵🛋️🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Some of the happiest memories Bucky had from his past were the times spent in his car. Now with the important memorabilia back in his life he was determined to create wonderful new memories in his beloved car with the love of his life, you.

• Midnight Dip (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: You and Bucky fuck in your newly installed hot tub.

• Little Brat (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Being a brat towards Bucky the entire weekend has its consequences. Now, he has to punish you for misbehaving.

• By The Poolside (🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: You can’t help but drool over your man as he emerges from the pool like the sex God he is. His delicious muscles dripping and glistening with water has you wanting to lick him all up like the tasty snack he is.

• Salad (🩵🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky can’t resist your offer in sucking him off.

• No One Touches My Girl (🩵🦋🧢) 🌟

↳ Summary: Bucky shows some creep that you’re his girl.

• Autumn Leaves (🩵)

↳ Summary: Day 3 of Flufftober 2022

• Food Play (🦋)

↳ Summary: Day 13 of Kinktober 2022

• Phone Sex (🦋)

↳ Summary: Day 17 of Kinktober 2022

• Haunted Hotel (🩵🧢)

↳ Summary: Day 28 of Flufftober 2022

• Falling In Love Forever (🩵🦋) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky takes you on a magical getaway where he expresses his undying love for you like never before.

• Prompt Event (One Shot) #1 (🩵🦋) 🌟

↳ Summary: Bucky falling asleep in Reader’s lap. Reader holds Bucky close and doesn’t move from their spot for hours.

• By Your Side (🩵🦋🧢)

↳ Summary: Multiple scenarios of Bucky loving, comforting, and taking care of you while sick.

• All Things Pink pt. 1 (🩵) 🌟

↳ Summary: Bucky being the sweetest boyfriend by bringing you flowers on your birthday.

• All Things Lovely pt. 2 (🩵)

↳ Summary: Bucky takes you on a cute date for your birthday and treats you like a princess for the day.

• Scars To Your Beautiful (🩵🧢)

↳ Summary: Bucky and Reader exploring each other’s bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each other’s scars and sharing stories behind them, running their hands over one another and just appreciating the feeling of the other person next to them.

• The Light In My Darkness (🧢🛋️)

↳ Summary: The darkness has it’s hold on you. It’s tightness suffocating. It’s darkness numbing. You search the endless depths for salvation, yet you find yourself alone. But there will soon come a moment when a beacon of light shines it’s way for you to resurface from the pitch black depth.

• First Snow (🩵)

↳ Summary: Day 1 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Playing In The Snow (🩵)

↳ Summary: Day 2 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• By The Fireplace (🩵🦋)

↳ Summary: Day 8 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Christmas Ambiance (🩵)

↳ Summary: Day 9 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Mrs. Claus (🦋)

↳ Summary: Day 15 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Mrs. Barnes (🩵)

↳ Summary: You and Bucky enjoy a lunch break together.

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Flufftober - Mistaken Identity

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

A.N. - I'm sorry, did you guys think I was just going to sit Flufftober out? Unfortunately, I run into the same problem I run into with all prompt challenges, I've already written many of the prompts so I just won't be doing all thirty one days, but we're gonna have fun anyway! And thank you to @flufftober for keeping this tradition alive!

Grumpy Sunshine Universe | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The moment Bucky enters your apartment, he breathes a deep sigh of relief.

It's quiet, quaint. A sanctuary for only the two of you. And after the day he battled against, his home wraps around him like a warm blanket.

He tosses his keys down onto the side table, trudging down to your warm embrace.

The entire apartment is dim with only your string lights lighting up the space.

He smiles to himself as he finds you completely huddled up underneath the thick blanket, napping on the couch.

"Hi, honey," Bucky presses a kiss through the thick blanket. He'd asked you a million times over, and he knew you said you didn't mind if he woke you, but there was something so welcoming about the sight of you so at peace. He gives your hip a gentle squeeze, tracing a gentle pattern. "Honey? You're gonna suffocate yourself with the blanket over your face."

Bucky finds it odd that you don't stir at the gentle nudging. And he'd be concerned if he couldn't see the faint rise and fall of your breathing.

"Doll?" He finally caves, gently grabbing the corner of the blanket to untuck it from your face. Except it's not you. An involuntary shout falls from his mouth as he removes his hand like he's been burned. "Ah!"

"Ah!" Sam yelps.

"Sam, what the hell?" Bucky demands. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing feeling me up!?" Sam screeches.

"I thought you were - Wait, why am I explaining myself to you?" Bucky rants, his hands frantically flailing around him. "You're in my apartment! Taking a nap on my couch!"

"I had permission!"

Just as the words leave Sam's mouth, you burst through the door, your eyes frantically taking in the scene before you. "What's going on here?! I heard screaming from down the hall!"

Sam points an accusing finger at Bucky. "Bucky was feeling me up!"

"No! I mean, not no, but context! Context is important! I thought it was you were underneath the blanket!" Bucky explains in a high pitched, shrill tone.

You clap a hand over your mouth to smother your laughter at the scene.

Bucky grimaces, "It's not funny."

"It's a little funny." You pad over to Bucky, wrapping an arm around his waist. You gently pat his chest with a smirk, "And you know, I've never been in a love triangle before."

"This is not a love triangle!" he fumes. "It's the world's worst case of mistaken identity!"

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

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Flufftober prompt 6: playing with hair (Brahms)

you can find the prompt list here something something yap yap idk ill think of more to say when i actually get to writing this. unless i forget to edit this segment LMAO

notes: reader is gn, established relationship, reader replaces greta/takes her place in this fic

plot: You convince Brahms to take a bath and in the aftermath you're treated to finding out how soft his hair can be

word count: 357

cw: none

Against all the odds, you had managed to convince Brahms to take a bath. A proper one, mind you... and by the looks of it he didn't enjoy it one bit. You didn't expect him to seek you out so soon after washing up, and yet here he was shoving his face into your torso as he grumbled. No doubt he was annoyed that you had drawn a bath and didn't join him.

"Maybe next time," You mumbled as you pat your hand on the back of his shoulder, trying to will him to look at you. No dice. You turned over what could be done to pull him out of his mood in your head, your hands settling on his freshly dried hair. He pushed his head deeper into your palm, forcing you to take note of his soft curls. You knew he had them before, but they were...

You frowned for a moment.

You twirled his hair in your fingers for a moment before brushing the hair off of his forehead. As expected, he had his mask on. Not that you were surprised. Now that you had thought about it, Brahms only just recently started coming out of the walls a few weeks ago. You never noticed him leaving them to clean himself, so that does make you wonder...

"You know, if you cleaned up a little more..." You massaged his scalp. "We could do stuff like this more often.."

He glanced up at you. "Maybe if you let me I can even style your hair, if you want," You continued.

You were about to pull your hand away, only to find that he was forcing your hand back to his head. Firmly, but not enough to hurt.

"Not that I wouldn't before.. but doesn't this make you feel nicer?" You added as you went back to lightly fluffing his hair to help shake off of the remaining dampness.

A pause.

Then a nod.

A soft lighthearted huff as you trailed your fingers along his scalp.

You made it a mental note to make this a habit, though you doubted Brahms would let you forget your new post bath cuddling session.

[aixeko]

──────‹𝟹 SINNERS SAVAGERY ༄ Ѽ✧

IF I'M YOUR SALVATION, WELCOME TO HELL.

2024 Halloween Event | Art credit: Efferwescent on Twitter

𖤐 SINNERS SAVAGERY | or ERISETOBER  is an event that is a mix of Kinktober, Whumptober and Flufftober in a nutshell SMUT, ANGST & FLUFF with Halloween aspects. All prompts are made by me but some of the ones that inspired me are whumptober ofc, and this list. 

𖤐 ONLY HONKAI STAR RAIL AND GENSHIN WOMEN For this year

𖤐 This will be my first time doing the October prompts stuff + I have another event going on so bare with me haha.

𖤐 !! WEEK 1 starts 6 to 13 !! !! WEEK 2 starts 13 to 19 !! !! WEEK 3 starts 20 to 26 !! !! WEEK 4 starts 27 to 31 !!

WEEK 1 | MONSTER AU | | ONESHOT

| Film | TILL DEATH DO US PART | Starring | Kafka as alien symbiote “Venom” x Host!Reader  | Synopsis | A livelihood ripped away by the greed of humankind and faced with impending doom, an alien symbiote by the name of "Kafka" entered your life and made you her host. Originally, the monstrous being harbored one goal: to destroy everything planet Earth had to offer, but plans changed upon meeting you and thus, with her power, you both do whatever it takes to save the planet. Loathing was all that was bestowed toward the extraterrestrial parasitic, but as time passes, a long-lost feeling resurfaces, one that hasn't manifested since your heartbreak; of course, you would rather be brutally killed than confess your endearment. Unbeknownst to you, the woman has suspected you of such intimacy and, with her incredible adaptability to the complex human emotion, has a ploy to make you profess those three special words.

| Film | YOUR LORDSHIP | Starring | Yelan as Leviathan x Mortal!Reader | Synopsis |  When the tempestuous waves crash against the shore and the sky turns a foreboding grey, human shells cower in fear as the mighty lord of the seas, Leviathan, awakens from the darkest pit of the deep, seeking for a human companion to aid her lonely voyage.

WEEK 2 | MYTHOLOGICAL AU | | ONESHOT

| Film | BEYOND THE IMAGINABLE | Starring | Clorinde as Medusa x Blind!Reader | Synopsis | Despised and misunderstood by the world, she was a victim of a scandalous man's wrongdoing, unfairly punished by heaven despite her innocence. During one fortunate day, the woman whose heart had turned to stone melt under the accursed spell of love, wholly captivated by a blind mortal who fell in love with her for who she truly was; even without sight, the virtuous human saw the very essence of her, the beauty within her soul.

| Film | OFFERING OF PURITY | Starring | Raiden Ei as Hades x Mortal!Reader | Synopsis | The townsfolk tell tales of a legend that speaks of how, once in a century, the moon would adorn itself in a deep crimson hue and illuminate its shade onto the world. Under its wrathful light, the god of hell emerges to wreak havoc, and the only way to banish such evil is to offer a youthful virgin mortal; only then will humankind live in another century of prosperity and peace.

WEEK 3 | ANIMATRONICS AU | | SMUTSHOT

| Film | FIVE NIGHTS AT STAR RAIL | Starring | Kafka, Himeko, Blackswan, and Acheron as the FNAF Classic Animatronics x Night-guard!Reader | Synopsis | A newspaper arrives at your doorstep, featuring a job opening for a night guard position at the famous Star Rail Pizzeria. Struggling financially, you quickly seize the golden opportunity. The job's only requirement is 5 nights of work, and if you succeed, you'll be hired as an official employee; what could possibly go wrong?

WEEK 4 | SLASHER/SERIAL KILLER AU

| Film | MINDFUCK | Starring | Slasher!Arlecchino x Investigative-Psychologist!Reader | Synopsis | Demons linger where shadows play; in silence, hearts betray, whispers echo, and desires catch fire in the haunting depths of the night. With every kiss, a scythe may cut, in which terror envelops one's gut; together they dance on the edge of fate, finding beauty in a love that is too late. So let the night weave its spell, for in the dark they know so well, and though demons are whispering fright, in their twilight, the lights are ignited.

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 19: Nightmares

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Nightmares (🌼)

Summary: Matt has a nightmare. Again.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, nightmares, mentions of violence, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: This is more of a Whumptober thing than Flufftober because it turned out angstier than planned. It still has the comfort elements though, and Matt finally gets a hug.

Read Me On AO3! (I'll be cross-posting when I have time, so you'll only be getting the Tumblr version until I can get around to it)

The bedroom is hulled in darkness. Hell’s Kitchen is never really silent, but this late at night it is a little more bearable.

Matt came home only a few hours ago, covered in cuts and bruises that almost gave you a heart attack. He makes you a light sleeper because even when he’s safe and sound in bed next to you, you’re worried about him. 

Day and night—every second of every day you are in a constant state of concern. You know how he gets. He seeks out trouble for the sake of the greater good, and he would jump in front of a buttle, too, if it meant protecting the innocent. You’ve almost lost him more times than you can count, so even when he tells you he is okay, you can’t stop; you can’t stop worrying about him because he is all you have. 

When the bed creaks and a soft moan breaks the tranquility in the room, your eyes flutter open. You turn to look at the man beside you, though instead of finding him peacefully asleep, Matt is drenched in sweat, chest heaving with labored breaths as he writhes in the sheets, and his cries of agony wrap an iron fist around your heart.

It happens a lot more than he likes to admit—the nightmares. When the world gets quiet and the thoughts can roam freely in his mind, trying to find something, anything, to tear him down, that is when they come. The vultures find him in his most vulnerable moments, and then they feast. 

He doesn’t like talking about them because he doesn’t see his dreams. Sometimes, flashes of memories turn into a mess of unintelligible sounds, and he feels like he’s on fire. Other times, his worst fears wrap a noose around his neck as though they are reality.

He dreams of losing you. He dreams of the coppery scent of your blood, feeling it stick to his hands as your heartbeat slips through his fingers like quicksand. He dreams of his dad dying, of his friends leaving, and of the wrath of God every time he feels to save someone. When he dreams, it almost always turns into a nightmare, and you feel so fucking useless every time.

You reach out for his clammy shoulders, trying to soothe him back to sleep, but the second you touch him, he jolts awake with a shout.

Matt doesn’t know it’s you. A cloud has engulfed him, tuning out everything beyond his own erratic heartbeat. He can still hear your screams echoing in his ear. So loud. So terrified. So dead. 

They got to you, grabby hands determined to take you from him. When you touch him, all he can think about are the hands of the men who took you from him or the pain that spread through his chest like wildfire when your heartbeat disappeared into the void, and they laughed. 

They laughed at him. They laughed at you. Because one day, he will be the death of you. 

“Matt!” you call out. “Matt, listen to me. You’re safe. It was just a dream, baby. Listen to me!”  

Your voice cracks as your pleas fall on deaf ears. You know better than to touch him, but tears are spilling down his cheeks and he’s grunting, and you just can’t help yourself. You want to make it all better. You want to fix him. 

The second you brush his skin again, his nervous system reacts, though not in the way you expected him to. 

His arms fling out, suddenly and aimlessly, catching your wrist in a grip far tighter than he means. And it hurts. You don’t want to, but your first instinct is to wince in pain. He’s a strong, strong man. 

“Matt!” you shout. “Matt, stop! I need you to wake up.”

You’re not scared of him—you know he’d never hurt you. He doesn’t know it’s you right now, and you know that. This isn’t the first time he has lunged forward. This isn’t the first time he has thrown his arms around and accidentally hurt you. But the last time he did, the guilt almost killed him. If he thinks he hurt you again, God knows what will happen, and you can’t lose him. You can’t lose the man you love just because he thinks he is a danger to you.

You love him, nightmares and all. He needs you.

You throw your free hand up, reaching for his own. “It’s me! It’s me. Feel my heartbeat,” you insist. “I’m right here.”

For a second, his body goes rigid, muscles tensed, fist raised like he’s about to strike, but then he feels the steady thud, thud, thud of your heart in your chest, a sound so unique he could make it out in a crowd of millions, and his fist falters. 

He stops fighting. 

You press his hand over your heart, leaving no room for escape. “That’s me,” you whisper. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”

You’re alive.

For a split second, it’s like he can’t understand. He doesn’t want to understand because how the hell can your heart be beating when you just died? How can you be alive when he felt you slipping away from him? 

His brows furrow and his fingers tremble against your skin. He’s still breathing hard, but slowly, painfully slowly, he begins to come out of the fog. 

For a long moment, all he does is breathe—uneven, ragged breaths. It hurts you more than anything to see him like this, disoriented and terrified because he just doesn’t understand. 

His head dips forward against your collarbone. You feel him clutch at you, hands grasping your shirt as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, you’ll disappear again.

“I’m sorry…” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh.” You have to try hard not to cry. “It’s okay.”

“I hurt you. I–”

“No,” you cut him off. “You were just looking for me. I’m okay, I promise.”

A sob tears through him. 

“You’re okay. Come here. Listen.” You guide his head to your chest, resting his ear right above your heart where his hand remains, unable to move. 

“Listen,” you repeat. 

Matt’s eyes flutter. A singular tear travels from his lash line down his reddened cheek, staining the front of your shirt. You smell like him, but you feel like yourself.

“My heart is beating. I’m alive. I’m okay. It was just a bad dream. None of it was real or is ever going to become real,” you say.

He shudders. What if it does become real? What if he does lose you and all of this is just a cruel form of foreshadowing God put in his path?

Good Lord, he can’t think about that.

Your heart continues to dance to its most familiar rhythm, and he focuses on that. He focuses on you and the way you’re holding him or he’s sure he might lose his mind. Tonight was a bad one—a really bad one.

He’s not sure if he feels more guilty for waking you after disturbing your sleep once before, or that your wrist seems to be pulsating from the force he put around it. He didn’t mean to, but he hurt you.

You’re alive, he keeps telling himself. It was just a dream.

But he hurt you.

You cradle him against you. “Stop,” you say as if you can read his mind. “It’s not your fault.”

The guilt is too much for one man to carry, that much is true, but when he’s in your arms like this, it gets a little easier. Just for a little while, it gets easier.

He doesn’t have to carry it alone. He doesn’t have to fight the demons alone. He is not alone.

No matter what Matt Murdock does, you have vowed a long time ago not to give up on him. So, you stay, and you will continue to stay until you both die. And that, you hope, is a day still far, far in the future.

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FLUFFTOBER 2024 - 10.19 rafe cameron

baking cookies (kind of)

flufftober masterlist

a/n - already had a prompt like this so i had to switch it up last minute lowkey 🫣

“these aren’t real cookies, y/n” rafe sighs as he opens the pilsbury wrapper, revealing the pre-packaged cookies.

“I know, I don’t trust you near anything that has to do with cooking, though” you chuckle, rafe shoving your shoulder while you playfully gasp. he brings his nose to the dough, sniffing, “smells like pure sugar,” “oh yeah, definitely is,” you hear rafe shuffling, bringing out a knife to cut the rolls.

“no—rafe, you’re cutting them too thick, they won’t bake evenly,” he scoffs, “and your knife technique is wrong, look how crooked the cookies are!” “didn’t know you were gordon ramsay, y/n,” he rolls his eyes at you playfully.

you take the knife from his hands and cut a couple slices of the cold dough, rafe watching intently, “like this,” you hand the knife back to him and he begins slicing again, this time the right way. “mhm, i’m gonna go light some candles, put on some hocus pocus, its gonna be a fun night,” you wink, grabbing a lighter, letting the flame from the candle dimly light the dark living room.

you hear rafe’s voice from a distance, “so how long should I set the timer for?” “should say on the box!” you set up the television to play the movie, shuffling back to the kitchen, where you stand behind rafe as he sets the timer. “I can feel you breathing down my neck,” you cheekily smile, knowing he can’t see your face, “I know.”

once the timer starts, you both make your way over to the couch, rafe wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he speaks up, rubbing his large hand along your arm, “you know, I loved the part where we actually baked the cookies, was really a team effort back there,” he says sarcastically before placing a kiss on top of your forehead.

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

This prompt "kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you" is giving me insecure!post-Afghanistan!Tony vibes... the man would need some extra loving after the arc reactor, wouldn't he? Just wanna pamper and love on my mans

Home, finally.

A/N: What a lovely prompt! Thank you, dear anon!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ HAPPY FLUFFTOBER.

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It had been the longest three months you had had to endure. Three months of restlessness, of frantically trying anything and everything to search for the man who meant the world to you, and three months of pushing down the nagging feeling of dread and holding onto hope.

It had all paid off when Rhodey signalled he was alive and well, and on his way home, to you. But of course, you knew fully well that Tony was only physically back home, mentally he was still in captivity.

You knew you’d have to step in. Even though he’d never say it, but he needed you.

You first sensed hesitation when he would sneak away in the bathroom to change his clothes, a concerning sign for Tony considering how the man would normally have no problems traipsing around butt naked no matter his audience.

“I don’t need you to follow me around, Y/N. I’m not incapacitated.” His voice had come out harsher than intended, but you knew he never meant to hurt you.

“You’re running on a battery-operated heart and have been tortured in a cave for the past three months, Anthony Edward Stark. You may not be incapacitated but you’re struggling and I can’t bear to see that. Let me be here for you.”

There were moments you saw insecurity flash in his eyes, especially when it came to the reactor lodged in his chest along with other bruises that now decorated his torso. Your heart ached at the thought of what he’d been put through.

Then there were nightmares when he woke up drenched in sweat, brushing it off as something he’s already dealing with. But after a particularly bad episode, he allowed you to see him. The real him that remained post Afghanistan.

“I just don’t want you to worry about me. I’m fine, Y/N.” he sighed, resting against the headboard to catch his breath. The faint blue light of his arc reactor acting as a source of light in the otherwise dark bedroom.

“Too late. See I kinda love you, Mr. Stark, and that comes with concern for your well being.” You smiled softly as you wiped some of the sweat away from his forehead.

He didn’t protest when you dragged him out of bed and into the bathroom, said nothing as you prepared his bath with some of your soothing essential oils and salts. You saw the hesitation again when you asked him to strip.

“I’m not—not the same.”

Cupping his face in your hands, you made sure his eyes were on yours before leaning in to press a reassuring kiss against his forehead, then his nose before finally kissing him on his lips. His reluctance slowly melted away as he kissed you back, fingers holding a slight tremble as he wrapped his arms around you.

As you slowly rid him of his clothing, your heart broke further looking at his wounds in such close proximity. The cracked skin around the reactor, angry red bruises scattered across his chest with many that would leave scars forever. It didn’t matter because he was still Tony, your Tony. He was alive and back home, safe. You just had to make him believe that.

He lowered himself in the tub with you perching yourself near him, the water definitely worked in loosening his tense muscles as he relaxed with a soft sigh. Taking some shampoo you began cleaning his hair, smiling to yourself as he practically melted against your touch.

"You still have a beating heart, albeit a battery-operated one, it's still all mine to care for. You're still the same man I fell in love with all that time ago, Tony. Only now you have new battle scars to tell our kids one day. I love you, Tony. And I love every last scar on your body. It’s a proof that you’re alive.”

Hearing his breath turn shallower, you held him close, not minding the droplets of water that wetted your clothes. He let a few tears escape against the warm skin of your neck, your familiar scent grounded him as your words of assurance and adoration sunk in.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled while drying him off with a towel, kissing between his shoulder blades as you went along, not leaving any bit of skin unloved.

“Not that I wonder about this too often, but I believe you would probably be doing some hot calendar model in your mansion.”

You joked, wrapping your arms around the man who meant the world to you, continuing the rest of your reassurance mission in bed.

[consciouscarrot]

day 26 - soothing touch [f.castle]

frank castle x fem!reader

content warnings; nothing, i think.

notes; kinda ignored the prompt, for once i didn’t do a hurt/comfort, even though that’s what i was supposed to do. oh well.

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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passing streetlights illuminated the inside of the car in waves, flashes of light and dark. frank’s rough hand stroked your bare ankles, your feet in his lap as you sat sideways, watching him drive languidly.

he’d suggested a late night drive when you’d struggled to fall asleep, helping you into the car, both still in your pjs, before turning the radio on low and pulling onto the freeway, hoping that the soothing sounds of cars passing and quiet music would help lull you to sleep.

your eyes were beginning to sting, forcing you to blink rapidly to try and get rid of the discomfort, your head feeling heavy with its own weight.

“i think it’s working,” you said, giving him a sleepy smile when he looked over at you, his hand squeezing your leg.

“yeah? that’s good, baby. why don’t y’shut your eyes? just for a few minutes,”

“okay, but just for a bit,”

“that’s it, attagirl,”

frank had known you’d fight it, hoping he’d be able to trick you into falling asleep in the car. he smiled to himself as he saw your head tip back out of the corner of his eye, finally giving in to much needed rest.

humming quietly to the radio, he started making the slow drive home, avoiding any roads with sharp bends or uneven surfaces and occasionally making sure you were alright and still dozing.

once he’d pulled into your driveway, frank watched you for a little while, just taking in every little detail on your face, the way your hair fell over your cheek, the way your pouty lips were parted slightly, soft snores emitting from them.

you vaguely remember stirring to find yourself pressed against a hard chest, but quiet murmurs of reassurance had rumbled from it, quickly sending you back to a dreamless sleep.

[corkinavoid]

DDxDC Cold Fingers

Written for: Flufftober, prompt 7. Hoodie Weather

"I'm home!" Danny's voice comes from the door right after the click of the lock. Tim just hums in response, too caught up in reading the file on his tablet. He really needs to finish the report today, this case has been closed for three days now-

Something cold touches his stomach, and Tim yelps in surprise, kicking his foot on reflex. Danny dodges easily, taking a step back and laughing.

"You and your cold fingers," Tim huffs, sliding down on the couch and tugging the hem of his hoodie lower and over his knees, so his sneaky boyfriend won't have a chance to steal his warmth anymore.

Danny pouts and tries anyway, putting his palms on Tim's knees - he can feel the cold even through his pj-pants - and sliding them up slowly.

"You know I love you, Tim," he says, an innocent look in his eyes and a ton of mischief in his voice. Tim slaps his hands and moves back on the couch, out of Danny's range.

"I do, but keep your hands away from me," he warns. Danny seems to miss the warning entirely, climbing up on the couch and moving his fingers in a menacing manner.

"But it's so cold out there," he whines, trying to get closer, as Tim keeps fighting him, while still holding the tablet in his hands. "I need some warmth. And love. And-"

Tim places his foot right in the center of Danny's chest, keeping him from coming closer. By this time, he is almost laying down on the couch, and the position is really stupid. Just like his boyfriend's grin and his attempts to get his hands under Tim's hoodie.

"And I worked really hard on warming myself up," Tim argues. Which is, actually, true: it's been raining since yesterday, so Tim wisely stayed inside, bundled up in blankets and working from home. Except for patrol, but that's a whole different story. "I'm not sharing it with someone who hadn't put a token of effort in it."

Danny pouts, but sighs and steps away. Tim keeps a suspicious eye on him, but, after a few seconds, he slowly goes back to his report.

A big mistake.

The next moment, Danny all but falls on top of him, and his ice cold hands are under Tim's hoodie and all over his naked stomach and ribs, and Tim is squealing, hitting him on the shoulders and wriggling out of his grip. Danny is laughing, squeezing him in a hug that sends chilly shivers down Tim's spine.

"Cold-cold-cold, Danny, no, stop!" He gasps for air, but his boyfriend just chuckles and showers his face in tiny, quick and cold kisses. Tim shakes his head, dodging and trying to get rid of them just to prove a point.

"But ple-e-ease," Danny whines, still smiling so wide Tim is afraid his face is going to crack.

"You're..." he huffs, out of breath because of all the fighting. And then, breathes out, slumping down and going lax on the couch, "...Insufferable."

Danny's eyes are brighter than stars, and his hair is a mess. Tim runs a hand through it - yup, wet from the rain, because someone forgot his umbrella again - and raises an eyebrow.

"What am I getting in return?"

"My eternal love," Danny answers immediately, his not so cold anymore hands rubbing slow circles over Tim's skin. He shivers again, but this time, it's not because of the temperature.

"Like I don't already have that," he rolls his eyes, but he knows he is smiling.

"M-yeah?" His dork of a boyfriend hums, and then leans down, finally giving him a proper kiss. This one is not cold, it's soft and warm, slowly heating Tim from inside out until he is all out of breath again.

And Danny's hands also feel almost hot under his hoodie.

Tim smiles, wrapping his arms around Danny's neck.

"Welcome home," he greets, content and nearly melting under his boyfriend's touch. Right until a horrible though strikes him, and his face drops, "Wait, where's my tablet?!"