#flufftober day 24 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fanfictasia · 2 years

Text

Flufftober Day 24

All the Hugs

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Fading

Anakin was, is, the only thing that makes the galaxy feel worth living.

That doesn’t stop Obi-Wan from wanting to know. He checks Anakin’s injury once a day and he can’t help asking about it far more frequently than he needs to, and it’s much better than it was but it’s still bad. They’re out of bacta now, so the rest is left to heal naturally – before it was blackened and inflamed – its healed over now, but it’s still quite deep. It’s closing over, at least, though it’s still raw and the skin around it is inflamed. He regrets doing it. Anakin is right that he had little other choice, but the entire situation is unpleasant.

It’s that night when they lay down that Anakin snuggles up against his side, dropping his head onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I don’t really remember it,” he says, “That night at the Temple. I remember what I did and all of it, but it felt as though I was doing it through a haze. I was… disconnected. I didn’t mean to attack you there. I…”

What is he supposed to say to that?

“I hate myself for it,” Anakin says finally, “I wish I came to you. And I still can’t understand why I was having those visions.”

“I don’t either,” Obi-Wan replies. “I spent years wondering why you would do this, wondering how you could… ever reach this point.”

There’s a heartbeat of quiet before Anakin winds his arm around Obi-Wan. He is not at all accustomed to this much physical affection, but he doesn’t mind it. He may have objected simply on principle once, but he wouldn’t now – the Jedi are gone, and Obi-Wan knows that he’s not the Jedi he pretends to be. He wouldn’t be here if he was. Instead of object, he lifts his hand to find Anakin’s.

And all he can do is marvel at how Anakin always brings life to the galaxy without trying. Obi-Wan’s life had always been about duty and purpose, but somehow Anakin made him feel like it was something… a bit more. He never felt alive until he met Anakin, and he didn’t anymore once they were apart, and he can only wonder how he survived this long.

Anakin is his little brother, but he’s also so, so much more. He probably couldn’t put a name on it even if he tried.

2 notes · View notes

princessallura052 · 2 years

Text

Chapter 1

Prompt for @whumptober : Blood-covered hands

Prompt for @flufftober : All the hugs

#flufftober2022 #flufftober day 24 #whumptober2022 #whumptober day 24 #vld kallura #light smut #asexual paladins #asexual positivity #angst and smut #angst and fluff #voltron legendary defender #voltron shipping

2 notes · View notes

littleseasiren · 7 months

Text

Melting

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: Approximately 500 words

A/N: Flufftober Prompt 24: Melting emoji Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

"Jeez! This heat wave is going to kill us!" You complain from next to the fridge, rolling an ice-cold Coke can down your chest to cool down.

Natasha groans with you before she grabs a pillow from the couch and throws it at Tony, hitting him dead in the face.

"Hey! What's that for?" Tony grabs the pillow and drops it to the floor.

"You - being so stupid! Why did you choose to renovate the pool this week?" Natasha was usually laid back, but today's heat was getting to her, making her green eyes sparkle with irritation.

"Exactly! You're renovating when we need it the most!" You can't help but jump in. You needed to do something to get this pressure off your chest, and making Tony angry is one way of distracting you from it.

"How was I supposed to know we'd have a heat wave?" Tony shouts from across the room, his goatee crunched up as he glares at the two of you.

"I thought the great Tony Stark could do anything, even predict a heat wave with all his fancy technology. Maybe you're losing your touch," Bucky says as he drops down onto the couch, arms and legs splayed wide open to cool down as much as possible, grasping a bottle of water in his right hand.

"Don't get started with me, Cyborg! You were in the freezer for years. If anyone was enjoying this heat, I'd think it would be you!"

"I don't think anyone can enjoy feeling like this, Tony. I'm tempted to go into cryo just to sleep through the heat wave. Although I'd have to take off my arm..." He rubs his chin in thought as he gazes at his left arm.

You see the moment the same thought enters Natasha's mind, both of your eyes falling on Bucky's arm. You run to the couch and jump over the backrest, planning on landing next to him on the couch. You misjudge the space and end up jumping on a surprised Bucky's lap, happy when strong arms wrap around your waist to steady you. A second later you look up, Natasha glaring at you less than a foot away. You can't help but giggle when she gives you the death stare.

Grabbing Bucky's vibranium arm, you sigh in relief as you wrap your small hands around his large arm and lean into him, sighing as the cooler temperature touches your warm chest. When Natasha scowls at you, you can't help but smirk at her. "Good thing he's my boyfriend!" She huffs in response then reluctantly sits on the tiled floor.

When you look up at Bucky, his expression is full of joy. His eyes sparkle as he watches you hold onto his left arm like you plan to never let go. When everyone was afraid of what his vibranium arm could do, you chose to see the best in him and accept him as he was. He was overjoyed to have you in his life, even when you were making his temperature rise in a sweltering heat wave. He would suffer through anything, as long as you were holding him like you are now.

Tag List:

@morganmofresh @dottirose @cjand10 @buggy14 @crazyunsexycool @tripleoyaa @mandijo17 @fluffysucker @moviegurl2002 @unkasworld @midnightskyewolf

#flufftober2023 #flufftober #day 24 #marvel mcu #bucky barns x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barns x y/n #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns imagine #heat wave

233 notes · View notes

dailyreverie · 7 months

Text

Melt

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

A/N: This can be read as a stand alone without much context from the series, but knowing the backstory of this pairing is recommended to increase the yearning feeling of this blurb.

@flufftober - Day 24 [Melting emoji]

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Word count: 625

Flufftober masterlist || SERIES MASTERLIST

Some days happen so fast that you don’t even have time to register what time it is, running from one place to another without notion of who’s in and who’s out, who’s leaving and who’s back. That is, until everyone is called to a briefing room to update on the latest discoveries, which means only one thing: Poe is back.

And you were not there to welcome him.

On those kinds of days, you rush to meet him in the room, instantly regretting missing the moment he came back. Scanning the place, you spot his tense back somewhere in the crowd and you can immediately tell he could dissolve into his seat from all the stress he’s still carrying from the mission; he’s there without so much of a pause to rest and breathe, still in his pilot suit without even unzipping the top off as he usually does, listening to Generals and Officers discussing next moves… when all he wants is a goddamn break.

You wonder if he chose that place to sit strategically - he probably did - because when you join him the person that’s sitting in front of you covers everyone from seeing you. You have to be sneaky still, because your mother is right there, her gaze flickering towards you in the middle of an explanation, and being who you both are, you know that eyes tend to fly over to you. Still, you can’t help but reach over and hold Poe’s hands. He’s clinging to himself, both of his hands intertwined with each other, and that’s how you hold them. It startles him a little, but after a couple of seconds he starts to melt - this time, though, he melts into your touch.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.” You whisper without even looking at him. You don’t expect a reply, not when he’s so tense, but you want him to know still. Ever so slowly, he unclasps his hands to hold yours in between his and takes the deep breath he so much needed. Slowly, his muscles begin to release some tension, you feel it even in his fingers and see it on his shoulders, dropping just an inch enough to let you know he’s letting go of the stress.

Poe distracts himself from the talk that’s going on at the front and lets himself look at you. Even if for a brief second, you meet his eyes too, and with that, he’s finally back. The smile you give to each other is one anyone else would miss, it comes with a squeeze to your hand and a silent thank you in his tired eyes.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” His attention goes back to the front and so does yours. After a few seconds, he leans towards you to reveal a secret: “You are always here.” It’s your turn to melt into him, as much as you can without turning suspicious eyes to yourself. In this chaotic times of your lives, where Poe just came back from seeing Maker-knows-what in this mission, knowing that you are a constant in his life makes your heart feel full.

The meeting finally concludes and Poe stands, reluctantly releasing your hand. You both exchange a final, reassuring glance before rejoining the chaos of your daily lives, knowing that you are each other's safe place in a galaxy that so often feels like it's on the brink of falling apart. You know you will see him soon, that you’ll join him later in his quarters for yet another secret night, but you already miss him again anyway; in that moment as you exchange a glance across the room, the sparkle in Poe's eyes tells you he can’t wait to back in your arms too.

🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

#flufftober 2023 #day 24 #flufftober #star wars #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x solo!reader #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron x you #poe x you #poe x reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron au #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fic

178 notes · View notes

woncon · 7 months

Text

Flufftober Day 24

Melting

🎃 chan x gn!reader

🎃 thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely ❣

🎃 flufftober masterlist | main masterlist

✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

When the boy closes the door behind him, he is confronted with a small chaos. In the hallway, there are two black shoes turned on their sides, and on the threshold to the living room, socks that suggest a sequel.

Instead of being upset about it, Chan feels a sense of relief. The worried expression on his face, which he had worn until now, is replaced by a broad smile. He feels the excitement of a treasure hunt.

He takes off his shoes, then starts following the scattered clothes, and a belt, a black T-shirt and a black underwear later, finds himself in the bedroom.

You're sitting on the bed, watching your phone's screen. Your hair is in its natural state, your face is glistening with skin cream, your body is covered in baggy clothes that make you feel comfortable at home and what your boyfriend likes to see you in best: relaxed, peaceful, beautiful. It somehow always calms him down and makes him fall more in love every day.

"Chanie!" You look up at him with a cheerful expression, your eyes sparkling. He really has no reason to keep the burden of work on his shoulders any longer, after being greeted by such a kind sight and welcome. Leaving all his difficulties behind, he throws himself on the bed. He rests his head on your thigh with a contented sigh.

"I'm sorry I haven't got my stuff together yet. I'll watch this video and then I'll go."

"I'd rather you stay here with me. It's alright."

To prove it, he wraps his arms around your waist, hugs you tight.

"Okay, hun."

He closes his eyes as your fingers run through his hair. It feels good, like a hot bath or a warm cup of tea. His soul is relieved by the soft, loving atmosphere of home, your presence.

Chan feels like a gummy bear.

A content, melted gummy bear.

flufftober taglist (send an ask! <3)

@jaeheekangslover

@haechansbbg

70 notes · View notes

rainbowfey · 7 months

Text

Day 24: (melting emoji)

@flufftober

It turned out to be rather difficult for Madara to focus on the lock in front of him. Even though the cool metal did its part to entrench him in reality, his thoughts kept wandering off. He tried to concentrate on the fuzzy cushion beneath him, the wooden floor that was too hard for the cushion to soften it entirely, the elaborate lock in his hand. And even though in every other situation this would have been more than enough to keep him focused, he wasn’t able to keep his mind off of a certain someone sitting next to him. If he would simply reach out to his left, he’d be able to touch him and if he focused on it, he could even hear Tobirama’s quiet breathing so close that it sent a shiver down his spine. Madara tried to shake the thought off and stared at the lock in his hand. It was indeed a rather tricky one and it presented a challenge that he would have appreciated a lot under different circumstances. But right now, he wanted nothing more than for the lock to open as if by magic.

Tobirama had been acting quite odd all day, starting with when he had overheard part of his and Izuna’s conversation. Madara shuffled around uncomfortably at this memory. He hadn’t meant for Tobirama to hear what he had said and his insidious brother had done nothing to prevent this from happening. Instead, it had seemed rather like Izuna was actively trying to precipitate this situation by not warning him about Tobirama approaching. Madara wasn’t sure how much of their conversation Tobirama had overheard but it obviously had been enough for him to blush noticeably – and for him to act weird ever since. Had Tobirama’s behavior proposed a conundrum to him before, it was now completely unreadable and this fact did make Madara more nervous than he cared to admit to himself.

He stared at the lock intently and gathered his determination. Tobirama had promised to tell him why he was acting this way if he managed to pick the lock of the wooden chest in front of him. That was all he needed to give his very best. Madara grabbed one utensil after the other, carefully approaching the mechanism of the lock. The first three skeleton keys proved themselves useless for this particular lock but at least they did contribute to a certain idea about the lock’s nature. It ate up almost all of his patience until he finally heard the first promising click from inside the lock. He focused all his senses on the lock, closing his eyes and listening intently to the information his sense of touch and hearing provided. And finally, after what felt like an eternity, the lock opened with a soft noise.

Madara smiled to himself and triumphantly turned around to face Tobirama, the open lock in his hand. He held it out to Tobirama and watched as he slowly lifted his hand to accept the lock, a peculiar expression on his face. For a split second, their hands touched and Madara tilted his head slightly when Tobirama recoiled, quickly pulling back from him. The look in his beautiful eyes was so distant that Madara felt it sting in his entire body. And for the first time in quite a while, he had no idea what to say.

For a moment, they sat in silence, avoiding each other’s gaze and Madara felt a sinking feeling growing inside of him. One by one, the pieces fell into place, each of them striking with even bigger impact than the one before. It dawned on him that he had been mistaken. He had interpreted Tobirama’s blushing and awkwardness around him as a sign that there was potential for more. But now that Tobirama had overheard him and Izuna talking about him, he seemed even more closed off than he had at their first encounter.

Slowly, the silence between them grew suffocating and Madara felt the deep shadows of the attic closing in on him. The air around him seemed to get colder with every minute and he knew that he had to make a decision. Either he admitted defeat right here and now – or he didn’t. The thought of Tobirama openly rejecting him stung even worse but Madara wasn’t the type to shy away from strife. If Tobirama wanted to break contact, he’d have to say it to his face.

And with this new found resolve, Madara crossed his arms and stared at Tobirama provocatively. “I picked the lock. Are you going to keep your promise or are you nothing but hollow words, little Senju?”

He could see a hint of anger flash over Tobirama’s face and the air around them slowly seemed to warm up again when Tobirama shifted into a different position, his dark eyes wandering over the wooden chest, the lock in his hand and finally Madara himself. “Fine,” he growled, clearly fighting his own reluctance.

Madara braced himself for the rejection that was about to come and returned his look sternly. “Then go for it,” he said, keeping his face as unfazed as possible.

Tobirama opened his mouth – and closed it again. Suddenly, his shoulders slumped down a bit and the anger vanished from his face. And all at once, Madara knew that Tobirama wouldn’t tell him the truth this easily. Whatever was bothering him seemed to strain him enough that he wasn’t willing to talk about it just yet.

And Madara made another decision. He sighed and shook his head slightly. “It’s fine,” he said and even he realized how uncharacteristic it sounded. “You don’t have to tell me.”

Surprise flickered through Tobirama’s eyes, followed by a peculiar shift between gratitude and discontent. Madara shrugged and got up. If Tobirama wasn’t willing to tell him what was bothering him, he wouldn’t force him to. He pointed at the wooden chest and turned to leave. “Good luck with whatever is in there.”

He made it all the way to the stairs leading down from the attic until Tobirama spoke up. His voice sounded still a bit reluctant but if he listened for it, Madara could still hear his vigor underneath. “Don’t you want to see what’s in the chest?”

Madara stopped dead in his tracks. For a moment, he thought about what implication this question could possibly have but then he decided to wait and see. He slowly turned around again and eyed Tobirama who returned his look calmly. He was torn between compliance and temerity and once again, his sassy side won. He gave Tobirama a rather provocative look and asked, “Didn’t you want me to leave? Sure seemed like it.”

Only a quick twitch in Tobirama’s face gave away that he had noticed the dare in Madara’s words and for a moment he wasn’t sure whether he had overstepped the mark. But then, Tobirama returned his gaze boldly and said, “Since you were the one to pick the lock, I think you deserve a spot in the front row when I open it.”

Madara allowed himself a half-smile and slowly walked back to where Tobirama was sitting. “In that case, I’ll stay,” he said and took a seat, looking at Tobirama expectantly. He made an effort to keep his face as unfazed as possible but in his stomach, a hint of hope started stirring.

Tobirama held his gaze a moment longer than usual and for a split second it seemed like he was contemplating saying something. But once again, the moment passed and he kept quiet. But this time, it raised Madara’s hopes that he would tell him eventually what was on his mind.

Tobirama shrugged as if he was trying to shake off a particularly persistent thought and turned to face the wooden chest. Reluctantly, he reached out for its heavy lid that was now free from the silver lock that had sealed it for so long. Madara had to force himself to turn his attention to the chest even though this was the one thing he cared the least about in this moment. After a brief moment of hesitation, Tobirama carefully opened the wooden chest. Its hinges creaked so loud that both of them flinched involuntarily, giving each other an embarrassed glance instinctively. But when Tobirama noticed it, he quickly averted his gaze once again. Madara silently sighed to himself and shook his head. More and more, he realized that figuring out what was going through Tobirama’s head would be quite a piece of work.

At one go, Tobirama yanked open the chest and they both coughed when the sudden movement blew up some of the dust that had accumulated throughout the attic. “Sorry,” Tobirama muttered, shooting him a slightly sheepish glance.

Madara sneezed and a shiver ran down his spine. He shook his head and leaned forward so that he could see the contents of the wooden chest better. Tobirama scooted a bit closer to the chest and peered into it. Madara watched as his eyes widened in surprise. Tobirama paused and looked at him. “There’s a lot of books in there,” he said, “Some of them seem really old and worn.”

Without awaiting a reply, he carefully grabbed a small book bound in leather that looked already quite brittle and made a soft crinkling sound under his touch. Against his will, Madara was fascinated. He loved books, especially old ones that told of their history and were remnants of a long forgotten past. And this book looked exactly like one of those that would give insight into the past of their ancestors.

Almost without noticing, he leaned towards Tobirama, eager to catch a glimpse of the insides of the book. He jerked a bit when he accidentally grazed Tobirama’s leg but Tobirama didn’t even seem to notice the touch. He had already opened the book, gingerly smoothing out the crinkled pages of the book. From his position, Madara could see that the paper was filled with a slightly skewed handwriting, almost entirely illegible in the twilight of the attic as the sun was slowly starting to set in front of the big round window.

Tobirama seemed almost entirely entranced by the book and it took Madara a lot of effort not to grab his arm and shake him impatiently until he revealed to him what the book was about. But finally, close to the point where he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, Tobirama raised his head and turned to him, his face looking completely stunned. Any rest of aloofness had disappeared from his dark eyes when he stared at Madara, an almost mesmerized expression on his face.

“I think we found a treasure,” he said slowly and Madara almost jumped at him when he didn’t continue immediately. “This seems to be … a diary.”

Madara froze, his eyes widening in fascination. He eagerly leaned forward, this time accidentally touching Tobirama’s shoulder which made his skin tingle. “What’s it about?” he asked and held his breath.

Tobirama didn’t make any move to get some distance between them. Instead, he looked at Madara and for a split second, his expression softened. “It seems to be a tale about our families.”

#flufftober 2023 #day 24 #naruto #madara x tobirama #madatobi #madara uchiha #senju tobirama #romance #enemies to lovers #fluff #naruto fanfiction #fanfic #writing

8 notes · View notes

lovely-english-rose · 2 years

Photo

“do you really remember me?”

day 24 of @flufftober - hugs

#tried something a little different-#flufftober #flufftober2022 #day 24 #the legend of zelda breath of the wild #link #zelda #zelink #princess zelda #link botw #link breath of the wild #link legend of zelda #link loz #zelda botw #zelda breath of the wild #the legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #my art

53 notes · View notes

lilolilyr · 7 months

Text

(re)adjust - a J7 drabble for Flufftober 2023 day 26: prompt ‘fireplace’

Kathryn snuggles against Seven's chest,

Enjoying the warmth, even breaths

Seven's hand in her hair.

The fire before them burns

warmth spreading over their skin

more genuine than in space.

They aren't used to it

So much on earth forgotten

Or to Seven completely unknown.

Too many changes at once,

The goal they'd fought for

All too suddenly been achieved.

Where do you go afterwards

When you arrive home except

Home is in the stars?

But no matter the uncertainty

The need for adjustment, time

They are safe and together

And in front of them

real flames,

keeping them warm.

#excuse the lackluster image header I almost forgot to post this and now I’m already almost asleep so I took the first pics I found #honestly; first I post 24+25 on day 24 and then I forget day26? lmao #anyway I sure like my ~aestetique~ drabbles #and also vagueblogging about how holosuite ain’t real fire and I Don’t Care if voy hasn’t even got one. canon who?#x #j7 #flufftober 2023 #Lilo writes #Lilo writes fanfic #my Star Trek #my j7 #drabble #my drabble #fic header #Lilo creates #oct’23 #26.10.23 #my post #mine

6 notes · View notes

sweet-sammy-kisses · 7 months

Text

I'm Not Bad I'm Just Drawn That Way

For @flufftober day 24 melting

Title: I'm Not Bad I'm Just Drawn That Way Fandom: 911 Pairings: Buck/Eddie and Hen/Karen Rating: Mature Summary:

Eddie wasn’t sure that he still knew how to breathe as he took in the sight of Buck, his Buck, dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Her famous red dress fit him perfectly and the leg slit all the way up to the edge of his ass showed off a little too much for Buck to be able to wear his boxers and Eddie had a pretty good idea as to what Buck was wearing under that dress. The bashful smile Buck flashed his way made Eddie want to pin him against the wall and mess up that bright red lipstick that Buck was wearing.

Or Karen helps Buck melt Eddie's brain. You can read it on AO3

Buck could only stare at the outfit that Karen had presented to him with a flourish of what would be his Halloween costume. “You can’t be serious?”

Karen gave him a smirk, “Oh honey we both know that I am very serious.”

Letting out a long drawn-out sigh Buck took the outfit from her, “I guess it’s not all that bad.” Fingering the red satin fabric he looked up at his friend, “Do you think Eddie will like it?”

A startled laugh escaped Karen, “I will be amazed if you and he last half ‘n’ hour at that party before he drags you off and the next time that we see you, you will still be limping.”

Buck had no doubt that his face was a flaming mess but it was true Eddie had left him limping a few times and he loved it. "Do you really think Eddie will like this?"

"Honey; if you two weren't already sickeningly sweet in love this would have been his breaking point. Now let's get practicing, you have some heels to break in." Karen held up a pair of purple pumps that Buck thankful didn’t think he would break his ankles in.

One would think that it would be a well-known fact that Buck and Karen should never be left alone together because they either managed to create chaos or chaos finds them and that should be especially true when it comes to having a bet about the other picking the loser Halloween costume.

No one knew what Buck had lost to Karen despite how hard Eddie and Hen were to get the answer and boy did they try. Buck had been still limping when he came into work after their two days off. He hadn’t been able to look Bobby in the eyes for the whole day while Eddie just had an air of smugness about him that not even Bobby’s dad's look could wipe away.

Athena on the other hand had been a very different story.

“I see you are still sulking beside the punch bowl.” Hen teased as she joined him, she looked amazing as Harley Quinn, she had gone Batman the Animated style, Denny had become obsessed with the show and had been sporting his own impressive Batman suit he happily showed off before May took him, Harry and Christopher off trick and treating. DC superheroes had been a theme for them, Harry had gone as the Flash, Christopher as Superboy because he had a cooler look than Superman and May had been rocking the Black Bat look.

“Like you are any better.” Eddie pointed out, that they had both come without their partners as Karen and Buck would arrive together as Karen put it to make sure that “Eddie didn’t make all of her hard work for nothing when he dragged Buck to bed and made him his own treated.” Eddie had been dying to know what Karen had chosen for him.

“You speak the truth Aragorn.” Hen gave Eddie a knowing smirk, “I take it Buck had fully approved of your costume?”

Eddie sent her a smug smirk as he picked up a cup of Athena’s special witch’s brew and took a sip. It turns out that Lord of the Rings was one of the few movies that Buck had seen and he admitted to Eddie that Aragorn had been his bisexual awakening and it had been easy for Eddie to decide what his costume was going to be this year. “Oh yeah, he liked it.” Eddie could still see the desire in Buck’s eyes as he fell to his knees and gave Eddie a blowjob in their thankfully emptied and door-closed kitchen.

Shaking her head Hen opened her mouth to say something when she was tackled from behind, “There she is the Harley to my Ivy.” Karen pressed a kiss against Hen’s cheek.

“You look amazing Karen.” Eddie praised and she did, she went all out with her costume including painting her skin green.

“Thank you. And if you think my costume looks great take a look at your boy there.” Karen pointed to the doorway.

“Damn, Karen you really went all out with Buck’s costume. You may have won the bet sweetheart but I think Eddie is the real winner tonight.” Hen praised her wife.

Swallowing hard Eddie kept chanting to himself: ‘We are in Bobby’s home. The same Bobby that is Buck’s dad in all ways that matter. That Athena is Buck’s adopted mother and also one of the scariest women in the world and she would not be happy with him defling her baby in the middle of her living room.’ But it was really hard to keep that in mind as Buck made his way over towards him, he even had Jessica’s sensual walk down to a tee.

"Hello Ranger, nice to see you here." Buck purred as he drank in the sight of Eddie dressed as the Aragorn and he was really rocking the leather look.

Eddie wasted no time in pulling Buck into his arms and kissing him senselessly. Forgetting that they were in public and in the same house that Buck’s sister and adopted parents were in Eddie couldn’t contain his hands and he slipped his hand up Buck's bare leg and under the dress, Eddie let out a low curse as his fingers brushed across satin.

Feeling daring, Buck whispered in Eddie’s ear, "I am wearing your favourite pair."

A hiss escaped Eddie, "Alright time to call it a night."

Pulling back and looking at his boyfriend innocently a pout formed on Buck’s face as he pointed out, “We haven’t even danced yet.”

“We can dance at home.” Eddie countered right now dancing was the furthest thing from his mind, right now all that mattered was getting home and letting Buck know just how much he enjoyed his look.

Biting his lower lip Buck knew he was melting under the smouldering look Eddie was giving him, his dark lust-filled eyes promising him a night to remember and as much as he would like to tease Eddie a little longer being naked and sweaty in their bed was a far more tempting offer. “You will be dealing with all the teasing at work.”

“Deal.” Dealing with Hen and Chimney would be a fair price to pay if it meant he got to see what else Buck was wearing under that dress.

Chimney’s question, “Who had Eddie lasting less than a minute?” was followed by Maddie’s ‘that’s my brother Howie,” and Athena’s smug, “That was me,” followed behind them as Eddie all but dragged Buck out of the Nash-Grant house thankful that Chris was going to be spending the night at his Abuela’s and they didn’t have to work tomorrow.

+*****+

Somehow Eddie managed to keep his hands and mouth to himself and get both him and Buck into their house before pinning Buck against the closed front door and devouring his mouth like a man starving.

“I think this would be more comfortable in our room, don’t you agree?” Buck whispered as Eddie began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. Buck dug his nails into Eddie’s leather-covered shoulders wanting nothing more than to ride Eddie’s dick while he was still dressed as his first crush.

“I think that might be a very good idea. I have plans for you Evan, you and that dress.” Eddie growled as he forced himself to pull away from his tempting partner. Grasping Buck’s hand in his he all but dragged the blond to their room. “Just so you know you are keeping that dress.” Eddie informed him, “I plan on seeing you in it many more times.”

“Good thing I own it. I can wear it whenever you want Eight Pack.” Buck promised as he pushed Eddie onto their bed and gave a little shimming of his hips.

Eddie let out a deep growl as he reached out and pulled Buck onto his lap, oh yes the dress was going to be used a lot and he would take his time removing Buck out of it but right now he wanted to see what Buck looked like in it as he rode him.

+*****+

“So just how did Karen win your bet?” Eddie asked as he ran his hand up and down Buck’s bare back.

“She cheated. She bet me I couldn’t last a whole day at the sight of you in your slutty black tank top and she knows I am weak to you like that. So of course she tricked me into a bet on the day that you would be working on your truck in said tank top and a dirty, sweaty, oil-covered Eddie Diaz was just too much for me. I phoned her and told her she won then I dragged you to bed.”

Eddie remembered that day he had barely been able to close the front door before he had a horny Buck pawing at his clothing. It had been a very good day. He really would have to get Karen a bottle of her favourite wine.

+*****+

A long whistle escaped Chimney as he caught sight of the marks that Buck was still trying to cover up, "Damn Eddie really liked your costume?"

There was no missing the twinkle of happiness in Buck's eyes as he responded, "I think he did."

"Oh I really did and I already sent Karen a bottle of her favourite wine as a thank-you gift." Eddie agreed as he joined Buck, his eyes darkening as he took in the marks he had left on Buck's neck and they weren’t the only ones, they were just the easiest to see. The others were for his eyes only.

#buddie #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #day 24 #911 #sherri writes #my fic

5 notes · View notes

snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 2 years

Text

Hugging It Out

Flufftober day 24 All the hugs garvez WC: 140

At first it was weird, but easy to dismiss. Penelope was weird some times and very affectionate. Even if they hadn’t seen her being affectionate with Luke, she was still an affectionate person.

But what started out as merely odd, rapidly grew into a katamari of bizarre distraction. They watched on as Luke laughed walking through the hall, Penelope attached literally to his waist.

Tara, perched on her desk, not taking her eyes off the strange sight, spoke through closed mouth, “What is she doing?”

Pointedly focusing on the papers in front of her, JJ explained. “Know how they started dating when she left? This is her “making up all the hugs” she missed out on at work.” “Does she have to do them all in one day?” “I’m kind of hoping she does just to get it over with.”

@flufftober

#Flufftober 2022 #day 24 all the hugs #criminal minds #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #jj #Tara Lewis #snail's tales

10 notes · View notes

mslaevateinn · 2 years

Link

Rating: M Warnings: None Relationships: Gwen/Lancelot (Merlin), Gwen/Lancelot/Merlin (Merlin) Additional Tags: Modern AU, Established Gwen/Lancelot, Friends With Benefits, Sort Of, Gwenlot … comfort Merlin, strange writing style, idk hat came over me, Boat Sex, I originally wrote this for Kinkalot and changed it a bit for Kinktober, Kinktober, Frottage, Flufftober, all the hugs Summary:

On that peaceful June afternoon, the only noises to be heard miles around were birds cheerfully singing in the distance and the sound of the river water sloshing. The sun was high in the sky, the air was warm. In the middle of the river, there was a wooden boat. On it were three young people, three childhood friends, basking in the sun on its deck.

For @kinktober2022 and @flufftober Day 24: Frottage and All the hugs, and 'I4 - Gwen/Lancelot/Merlin for the @merlinbingo

Finally back from this writer’s block!

#merlin bingo #Kinktober #Flufftober #Day 24 #All the hugs #BBC Merlin #Gwen #Lancelot #Merlin #Gwen x Lancelot x Merlin #Gwen x Lancelot #Laevateinn #Fanfic

3 notes · View notes

ragana62 · 7 months

Text

@flufftober Day 24 gives us some Bill/Fleur domestic fluff using Alt Prompt 2: “You told your parents?”

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #day 24 #alt 2 #harry potter #bill weasley #fleur delacour #bill weasley/fleur delacour #domestic fluff

1 note · View note

angelltheninth · 7 months

Text

Leaving Hot Chocolate on the Window for Prowler!Miles Morales

Pairing: Earth 42!Miles Morales x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, late night visits, cuddles, literal sleeping together

Flufftober Day 24: Hot Chocolate

A/N: Writing this flufftober prompt made me really excited to see more Earth 42!Miles, I'd take a whole movie with him honestly.

Hot chocolate on the window was something you did for Miles before you started dating

The whole thing started when you left the cup you made yourself on the window to cool but he flew by and took it, later returning the cup and commenting on how delicious it was

Since then you'd make two cups, one for yourself and one for Miles

All you'd see is a glowing purple blur going by and later find the empty cup on the window

When you started dating you got into the habit of leaving a note under the cup for him to read too, and if you had time making a little decorative heart on top

He adopted the note giving as well, always leaving one when he returns the cup

Because he tends to fly by quite late you'd leave the window open and the chocolate there just before you'd go to sleep

You learn of his flight habits very quickly so it's easy to know when he'll pick up the chocolate, sometimes you do wait up for him and give him a kiss too

Kisses are sweeter then the beverage itself, at least according to him

Since the window is open anyway he's free to sneak back in when he leaves the cup and crawl into bed with you, dozing off until morning

That way when you wake up he can be the one giving you something sweet to drink as payback

924 notes · View notes

violetrainbow412-blog · 7 months

Text

Day 24: game night

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

Reblog if you liked it!

Things hadn't been going too well lately with the mood of the team and you had agreed to get together every Friday to have a good time, when work and your personal lives allowed it. That night Emily was the hostess and when she suggested playing UNO you didn't think things would take the turn they did, just as you didn't think you guys would finally discover the Achilles heel of the group's card game expert.

"This isn't even a legal thing, the rules specifically say that wild cards aren’t cumulative."

"Reid, shut up and take the twenty cards!" laughed Emily, pointing accusingly at your friend as everyone present laughed. She had seen to it that the man had a good stack of cards in his hands, for she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to for the first time in life make him suffer in a board game.

Only you, who were on the other side of him, smiled ruefully instead of laughing.

"Maybe you'll do better in the next round."

"This game is silly" he whispered close to you, forming an unconscious pout on his lips and in response you gave him a gentle pat on the knee, prompting him to accept his cruel fate.

"You're good at finding patterns and you have a lot of cards, just try to remember which color the others don't have and use that to your advantage."

"Hey, you two! Don't conspire with each other" Rossi complained, analyzing his cards carefully for the next move.

Spencer seemed to reflect on your advice and took a second to configure in his head the next strategy. Over the next few rounds the team began to suffer your friend's revenge and, oddly enough, he was trying to lay cards that favored your game, almost as if he could read your mind. Soon the cards of both of you diminished, which caused Spencer to smirk proudly at himself for having managed to use his brain.

Suddenly, in one of those rounds, something in Emily's smile let you know that she had a plan to get back at him and when she placed one of the jokers you knew she had doomed both of you.

Kiss the player on your right or quit the game.

"You've got to be kidding me" he complained, while the rest burst out laughing "That-that's not even a real card!"

"It's a customizable UNO, that's how you play" she defended herself. Spencer looked at you for a second, not even contemplating serving the card punishment as a possibility, then let out a resigned sigh.

"Drop dead" he snorted, laying the cards on the table and ready to leave.

He almost made it, had it not been for your hand stopping him by the arm.

"You're about to win, you're not leaving," you said with determination. He opened his eyes wide and suddenly the laughter stopped and he looked at you carefully, trying to decipher whether you meant it or not.

You put him back in his place and Spencer looked at you in astonishment, just before you reached up to his ear to whisper a few words that no one else could make out. The rest saw your friend smile slightly, whatever you had said to him, as his cheeks flushed red and then you broke apart to share a knowing look.

"Good, good. Then I'm going to kiss you."

The man's hand came tentatively up to your cheek to cradle your face and begin to bring it up to his, under the curious gazes of the entire group. Neither of you two looked uncomfortable and the team would almost swear they saw mischievous smiles on your faces. As your lips were about to brush, barely a breath away from joining, you turned just enough for your friend's kiss to be exaggeratedly stamped on your cheek.

"Oh, come on!"

"You asked for a kiss, you got a kiss" you muttered amidst a laugh, satisfied that you had found a creative alternative to meet the challenge and, in the process, received a happy kiss on the cheek.

"That's not legal!"

"I thought we didn't follow conventional rules" he chuckled and then drew you into a sideways hug, feeling as playfully energetic as you.

In the end, contrary to initial predictions, Spencer did win on game night and you agreed to cross UNO off the list of allowed activities for the weekly meetings.

taglist: @navs-bhat @reidwritings @tricia-shifting14 @spencerslove @vivian-555 @r-3dlips @rhiannonhippiegirl @taygrls @simp4f1 @sdddoobydoobydoo @taintedstranger @missabsey

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid x you #flufftober 2023 #prompt list #writing challenge #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid drabble

362 notes · View notes

bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

Text

KINKTOBER & FLUFFTOBER 2022

Welcome to my Kinktober and Flufftober 2022 Masterlist! This is my first official go at this event and I’m really excited to participate! I will post a mix of smutty and fluffy fics.

All of these are with Bucky Barnes + AUs.

These stories are intended for people over the age of 18. If you are a minor, DO NOT interact with any of these stories!

Please read the individual warnings for each fic!

Day 1 || Teasing — Stepdad!Bucky

Day 2 || Dirty Talk — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 3 || Autumn Leaves — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 4 || Handjob — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky

Day 5 || Blowjob — CEO!Bucky

Day 6 || Farmers Market — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 7 || Fingering — Jock!Bucky

Day 8 || Eating Out — CEO!Bucky

Day 9 || Preparations— TFATWS!Bucky

Day 10 || Cockwarming — Professor!Bucky

Day 11 || Mutual Masturbation — Mob!Bucky

Day 12 || Warm Cuddles — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 13 || Food Play — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 14 || Role Play — CEO!Bucky

Day 15 || Winery — Mob!Bucky

Day 16 || Break

Day 17 || Phone Sex — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 18 || Mirror Sex — Stepdad!Bucky

Day 19 || Scary Movie — Roommate!Bucky

Day 20 || Thigh Riding — Mob!Bucky

Day 21 || Thigh Fucking — Beefy!Priest!Bucky

Day 22 || Halloween Prank — Roommate!Bucky

Day 23 || Overstimulation — Stalker!Bucky

Day 24 || Breeding Kink — Stepdad!Bucky

Day 25 || Haunted House — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 26 || Face Sitting — Beefy!Librarian!Bucky

Day 27 || Edging — Mob!Bucky

Day 28 || Haunted Hotel— TFATWS!Bucky

Day 29 || Knife Play — Stalker!Bucky

Day 30 || Double Penetration — Beefy!Priest!Bucky

Day 31 || Trick or Treat — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky

Flufftober Moodboards

— Autumn Leaves

— Farmers Market

— Preparations

— Warm Cuddles

— Winery

— Scary Movie

— Halloween Prank

— Haunted House

— Haunted Hotel

— Trick or Treat

I don’t do taglists so please follow @bucky-barnes-diaries-library and turn on notifications to never miss out on my writing!

2K notes · View notes