#flufftober 2022

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Flufftober 2022 Drabbles Ch.15 Accidents Don't Just Happen Accidentally

[Don't actually know where I was going with this one.]

Grey's Anatomy Meredith Grey x Addison Montgomery

Chapter 15 Accidents Don't Just Happen Accidentally

It seemed like everywhere that Meredith turned at the hospital Addison was recently. No matter whose service she was put on. What floor she was working on. When she took her lunch. Addison was there. She was pretty sure that at this point that Cristina had a bet going with Alex on how much longer it could go on before she snapped at the redhead. 

It turned out to be not that much longer. It was only Wednesday and Meredith had been on shift for eight hours already. She was tired from working more shifts than she cared to admit, as well as trying to avoid the redhead. It felt like she was playing some obscure game with her. As every time she would turn a corner and see the woman. Addison would turn away and talk to someone else as if she hadn’t seen the blonde. Or was actually supposed to be there. To the point even Meredith wasn’t sure if these accidental crossings in corridors, canteens, lifts, etc. had only been just that rather than the redhead following her around the hospital. 

That was until she walked around the corner and bumped into an object. Feeling as hot liquid spread through her scrubs. Automatically grabbing at her top to pull it away from her skin, wafting it some to try and cool down the liquid. 

“I am so sorry” looking up to see who was apologizing for spilling their drink down her Meredith came eye to eye with Addison. “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to spill these on you”. Looking down at Addison’s hands she saw her holding two paper cups from the canteen. 

“It’s not exactly an accident Addison when you’ve been following me around the hospital for weeks!” Meredith watched as Addison flushed red with embarrassment.

“Well I didn’t actually mean to spill these on you” Addison looked down at the cups “I just bought you a hot chocolate as you appeared to need good juju today” Flushing further whilst looking at Meredith’s top “you really need good juju now”.

Meredith tried not to laugh looking at the puppy dog eyes Addison was giving her. 

[asoulsreverie]

2022 Event List

In Your Arms

1.3k, Tasm!Peter Parker× reader

just you being sleepy and Peter caring for you. Based on flufftober 2022 alt prompt 3: falling asleep together

[mockerycrow]

TOUCH — GHOST (FLUFFTOBER)

ghost render by the lovely @ave661 <3

flufftober masterlist — 421 words

GHOST’S SKIN burned whenever someone touched him. It felt like electricity shooting into his tendons and veins, deep into his touch receptors, breaking past the threshold and squeezing his heart directly. It doesn’t matter who it was that touched him; it doesn’t matter who’s fingertips brushed against his scarred skin, how quick their fingers lingered there—the buzzing under his skin doesn’t leave for hours.

He’s never been one to completely avoid touch, despite the choking feeling that comes with it. He lets Johnny punch his shoulder, fist bump him; Ghost tenses whenever he feels the electric feeling shock his system. It’s worse when he’s sparring with folks; the electricity doesn’t stop, even when he’s pinning someone down to teach them how to get out of his everlasting hold. It’s almost cold like panic at first and then it blooms into an unbearably hot feeling that gets on his nerves more than the initial touch does.

Ghost feels the heat creep up from the source up under his balaclava and he nearly wants to rip the damn thing off because it feels like he can no longer breathe from a simple touch. When you brush your fingers against his arm for the first time, it throws him off-kilter; his brain short-circuiting as he feels the all consuming heat rush through his veins. His muscles move underneath his skin as he twitches, trying to comprehend what the hell just happened in his body because that definitely wasn’t the familiar burning sensation he’s used to.

It didn’t burn, it didn’t wash over him like unbearable licks of flames, no. It felt like the sun. The warmth your simple touch provided felt like snuggling up by a fireplace after coming inside after a horrible blizzard, it felt like a mug of coffee, tea, or how chocolate feels against your freezing fingers, the blood rushing back to where it's supposed to be.

Somehow, the simple graze of your fingers opened up a floodgate inside of Ghost, his chest tightening whenever he sees your fingers grasp someone else’s arm, their wrist, their shoulder. He feels so.. needy. Ghost doesn’t ever express his needs of your touch, he lets his frustrated feelings build up inside of his body, taking it out during sparring perhaps, but it’s like the static in his mind clears when he feels your fingers hesitantly brush against him, accompanied with a, “You alright, Ghost?”

He clears his throat after his mind settles, locking eyes with you, his eyes softer than ever. “Yeah. I’m alright.”

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎbilly comforts you when you're scared from a ghost story⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

"You ever hear the one about the ghost bride?" Charlie asked, the ching of his knife against the rock in front of him sharpening both the blade and his words.

You looked up from where you'd been gazing into the dancing flames circled by stones. A few of the other Regulators raised eyebrows, but they paid him attention. Billy adjusted his arm around you, pulling you snug into his side.

When Charlie realized he had everyone's attention, he grinned, adjusting himself on the fallen log where he sat. "'s true, y'know. It all happened back east."

"What's the story?" Billy spoke up, his fingers absentmindedly stroking your arm. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he gave you a brief, but fond look, pressing his lips to your hair.

"Well," Charlie started, giving his knife another scratch against the rock. "There was a wealthy fella back in some big city. He had a wife, but he met a younger woman he fell head over heels for. So he got a divorce 'n married the new girl." You furrowed your brow, blinking interestedly. Of all the tales told around the fire at these things, you'd never heard this one.

Some of the other girls around the fire already looked terrified at whatever Charlie was about to say next. They huddled into their men like birds seeking shelter. You slid your hand across Billy's chest, rubbing him slightly, your body turning naturally into his. Another kiss was dropped to your head.

"The old wife..." Charlie continued. "...wasn't happy 'bout her former husband's decision. She got wind of where he'd taken his new wife- to a honeymoon town not too far down the coast. Lotsa newlyweds were stayin' there on their wedding nights." The fire cast flickering shadows across his face as he said the next part. "She didn't know which room they were stayin' in. And so just to make sure she got the right girl, she killed every woman in every room."

A gasp drew forth from your lips, as it did from several other mouths around the fire. Charlie chuckled as he took in every horrified expression directed at him. He shook his head once, casting his eyes back on his knife. "They say if you go 'round that town you can still hear the screams of every new husband wakin' up to their bride's bloody corpses."

That last bit caused a commotion of whispers, of stunned noises from both men and women. You frowned, body stiffening as the image planted itself in your head. Billy's hand came to yours on his chest, loosening your grip on his shirt and sliding his fingers into yours. "You okay, baby?"

"Uh huh," you mumbled, mind still half on Charlie's gruesome telling. Now your thoughts were full of ghost brides and bloody knives, swarming around you like a cloud of locusts.

Billy squeezed your hand, seeming to read your thoughts. "Why don't we get outta here, hm? 'S gettin' late."

Nodding hazily, you stood with him, saying half-hearted goodbyes to everybody present. He led you by the hand all the way back home- it was a short enough walk that you hadn't needed to take a horse.

You were tense for the whole walk, every crunch of a leaf, every fallen stick snapping under Billy's boot causing you to freeze up. Keeping a tight hold on Billy's hand, you kept a steady pace, looking over your shoulder every few minutes.

The door creaked open as Billy held it for you, keeping hold of your hand when you went in first. He lit a candle immediately, lifting the dish carefully and lighting the way to the bedroom. You didn't say a word, not wanting to pierce the silence with your silly fear. It was just a story. And yet the darkness of the earth amplified it, made you shiver in a way you wouldn't have if the sun was out.

You slipped your shoes off, letting go of Billy's hand to dress for bed. He settled into the routine of the night, hanging his hat on the hook by the door, leaving his boots beside your shoes and undressing. Your hands shook ever so slightly as you tugged on the buttons of your dress, sliding it over your head and deciding to just sleep in your thin chemise tonight.

Slipping into bed, covers thrown back, you lifted your feet quickly from the edge where shadows lurked beneath the frame. Billy had discarded his shirt, and now he was pulling you close and throwing the covers over the both of you. Tucking your head under his chin, he sheathed you in his arms, your safe spot.

It was quiet for a minute before Billy murmured, "Charlie oughtta be careful 'bout when he's tellin' stories like that."

"Yeah," you murmured, snuggling into his chest. Both your hands were situated there between you, chasing away the chill of the world outside.

Billy pressed his cheek to your head, nuzzling against you like a cat. "I've got you."

You didn't need to say anything- he'd read you the way priests read the Bible. He knew, he always knew. Whatever fear or hesitation you had, he was aware, and he drank it up, bearing it alongside you. Even if it was something as silly as a ghost story.

Pressing your lips to his chest, you breathed easy. "I've got you too."

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆⟡˚ ཐི⋆♱ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ♱⋆ཋྀ ˚⟡⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: billy the kid x fem witch reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re the towns witch but everyone thinks your evil and vile, billy believes every word they say until he actually meets you; aka halloween is your time of year and billy is all for it

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, implied sex, hate, witch!reader, outlaw billy, halloween but its the wild west and they have witches (Ooooo)

𝐚/𝐧: heres my lil take on witch reader and outlaw billy who are both ousted from society, ofc witch r more than billy. hope you enjoy!

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟-𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Everybody in town knew never, ever, to go up to the cottage just past the first few lines of trees of the forest.

The townsfolk would spook their children into shivering at night for fear of the witch who would cast a spell and curse them all. The mothers would make rotten smelling bread and give it to their children saying it was a gift from the witch. The children would gag and cry about the awful gift that was more of an evil warning.

Of course, none of this was true.

Although it was fact, most definitely not fiction, that you were a witch who indeed did live past the first lines of trees in the forest, that was only because some of your herbs and plants could only be grown in the dark. It was most definitely true that you could hex and curse but you’d never make rotten bread.

Who even claimed that witches made rotten bread?

“Mmmm baby, whatever is in that there oven smells heavenly.” Spoke the man laying naked on your bed. You laughed, pulling on a smoky robe. You run your fingers through your hair, your eyes turning stark black, purple haze swirling in the starry night of your eyes as you use your ‘evil magic’ to untangle your hair.

Billy turned, his midnight blue eyes piercing you back with his bullet-like gaze. You winked over your shoulder as he started to stand up, grabbing a pair of shorts. He trudged over to you, whisking your hair away as he kissed up your neck where a tattoo of a daffodil lay fully bloomed.

It was one of Billy’s favorite parts about you, the flower symbolizing so much to you. He knew how hard it was being a ‘witch’, being outed as a “worshiper of the devil.” He knew that your own dear mother was burned at the stake for fighting for what’s right. Billy knew that your father had taken and ran with you as far away as you could at six years old, hiding your powers away from society to protect you.

And you had hidden, for nearly ten years, you had run from everything and everyone. You fled from forest to forest, your father growing weaker and weaker. You had finally stopped running when you found the cottage, nursing your father back to health. But, your father didn’t make it, dying the first night from delirium, forgetting who you were, where you were, everything. He eventually remembered before going mad from grief of losing your mother. You vowed then and there to curse all love, after all, who could ever learn to love a witch as your father had?

Yet you held hope, the magically tattooed daffodil an ode to that hope. Hope that one day you could walk freely amongst the humans, you could love freely without the burden of consequence, that you could one day break your curse.

Billy had waltzed into your life blazing hot and hazily drunk. He had been punished by the townsfolk, being thrown into the forest for the “witch to have at him.” 

Which is when he met you. He hadn’t been afraid, raising his gun to you, his blue eyes piercing right through you. Billy had been surprised when he found out the “horrid witch” who had skin green as moss and a cackle as evil as the Devil was actually just an Angel no older than him. He had lowered his revolver, laughing out at the cruel irony of it all. 

Turns out, you weren’t the wicked one at all.

“I hope you do like it, after all, I’m a rotten witch whose rolls are most certainly revolting.” You purred, spinning in his arms to face him. He smiles lazily, a huff rolling from his lips.

“Well, it's a good thing that this outlaw ain’t any better than a witch baby. ‘Sides,” he lowers his voice, biting your ear playfully before whispering in your ear, his rough and broad hands holding your arms softly, “your pussy tastes too sweet for ya t’be rotten darlin’.”

You chuckle, your legs involuntarily squeezing shut at the memories of last night's heated dinner date.

He chuckles at your reaction, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Billy walks over to where his discarded clothes lay, pulling up his trousers, barely buttoning his dark blue blouse before bringing his trousers straps up and to rest on his broad shoulders. He stands next to you, pouring himself a cup of coffee as you check on the cinnamon rolls you had baked in the oven.

You bend over, rotating the tray. Billy grins from behind you, slapping your barely covered ass. You yelp, nearly falling forward into the oven. He quickly grabs your hips, pulling you to his lower region. You stand up, turning to face him before hitting his chest.

“Billy, how dare you?!! Are you trying to get me killed??” You flail your arms dramatically.

“Guess those stories ‘bout witches getting pushed into ovens were true then, weren’t they darlin’?”

“Of course they are, who wouldn’t die if you pushed ‘em into a very hot metal oven?”

He turns the question in his head, “Ya ain’t wrong there darling.”

You huff, turning away from him mixing the frosting for the rolls. Billy walks up behind you, running his palms up and down your sides. He kisses the side of your neck, resting his chin on your shoulder. He starts to hum a cowboy song, you assume, the soothing baritone of his voice relaxing your body further into submission. All for this man. 

A true Angel among men, you thought. 

You could, and would never, understand how the world could ever put Billy through all that it had with no remorse. And people still hated and feared him?

He was as sweet as sugar and as loyal as a priest, he was kind and loving, so loving. You never could understand just how he had so much heart to love you as much as he did. 

Billy just couldn’t help it. You were amazing, incredible, truly ethereally out of this world. He thought you were a star who had fallen down to Earth, bringing light and warmth everywhere you went. 

“Mmmm, baby, ‘s so good.” Billy moaned as the white cream coated his lips.

“Billy, ya got a lil something on your lips.” You smile.

He chuckles, licking his lips, savoring the creamy frosting of the fresh cinnamon rolls that you and Billy had been eating. The cool October air seeping into your room as you sat at -your small round dining table, eating the warm and sweet rolls with your special tea.

You take a bite, the fresh cinnamon-y roll, the sweet cream topping cool on your tongue. You look up, meeting Billy’s eyes. His gaze soft and warm, heating the cold plain within your chest.

“....Is there something on my face?” You ask timidly, rubbing your chin to check for any dirt or grime.

“You’re beautiful,” he softly utters, your name like a prayer on his lips. 

You smile, taking another bite of your roll. He smiles as your black cat, Nyx, crawls onto your lap, purring softly. Surprisingly, Nyx had liked Billy from your first meeting till now. Nyx strutted her sassy cute butt across the table, head raised high as she lay on the table right next to where Billy’s hand lay.

He chuckles as his hand goes to stroke the princess head, Nyx letting out content purrs as Billy laughs even more, the sound resonating in your chest.

You summon your camera to capture the moment, Billy sitting with your cat, petting her softly with the softest smile ever as the sunlight streamed through the room giving Billy a halo. You smile as Billy turns to you after the flash of the camera, his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed together as his stark blue eyes close in an attempt to relieve his eyes of the bright flash of light.

You laugh as he slowly squints his eyes open, acclimating his baby blue eyes to the brightness of the world all while Her Royal Majesty Nyx has sat there, eyes peacefully closed with Billy’s broad hands splayed in her back.

“What was that for darlin’?”

“Oh nothing, just wanted to have something to remember this moment by.”

He growls, standing up and stalking over to you. Billy attacks your neck with loving bites and kisses while lifting you away and onto your bed. “I can think of another way to help ya remember this mama.”

You laugh as he unhooks his trouser straps while tugging your robe open to the cool air while Nyx struts her stuff out of the window and into your fields as laughter and groans fill the air of your little cottage.

Billy lay on you, his head laying on your belly while your hand softly cards through his brunet curls.

“Baby?”

“Mhmmm Billy?”

He sits up, his broad frame towering over your bare form laying on the bed. “Ya wanna go ‘to town?”

You chuckle, hoisting yourself up, pressing kisses along his shoulder to his strong neck. “Darling, you really think I, of all people, could just stroll into town?”

He sighs, “ ‘s just that, it's Halloween t’night and I thought, well,” he looks away sheepishly, his eyes looking out the window where Nyx had climbed back into the cottage,” though ya’d wanna come with me since they’ll be plenty of other witches around. All the kids been dressing up as of late, thought it’d be the perfect time for ya to finally come see what the towns been like.”

You stare at him, blinking. How long has it been since you’ve seen the town? How much could that awful place have changed?

“Billy, as much as I love that idea, I don’t think it’ll be safe. Who knows what they’ll do as soon as they realize that I ain’t dressed up as a witch but actually am one?”

“Pretty mama, my baby, lovely,” he kisses your head before resting his forehead against yours, his calloused palm holding your face softly,” y’know I won’t let anything, an’ I mean anything, take ya away from me, right?”

“Yea, of course. Not that you need to protect me, I can do that myself. Been doing that myself.” Your eyes flash midnight, mesmerizing Billy.

“Baby, lemme help you, yeah?” His balmy hands reach up, rubbing your shoulders up and down as he pulls you to him. You wrap your arms around him, taking in the musk and honey of Billy, drowning everything out with his heat.

You mumble a small “okay,” satisfying Billy.

“And as much as I love ya naked darlin’, Imma need you to cover up for the rest of the townsfolk.”

You snicker, spalling his chest before standing to get ready. You grab the darkest dress you have, to enhance your witchy vibes, and grab a purse filled with coin just in case.

You and Billy walk through the trees, carefully entering the town’s outskirts where children had already begun to collect candy and participate in party games on folks’ lawns. You smile, wrapping an arm through Billy’s, holding onto him for security of mind and body.

Billy leads you to the center of the town where all the festivities lay. Smashing pumpkin contests (which Billy entered just for you winning 1st place) and apple bobbing contests where you dunked your head in water trying to get an apple twixt your teeth (you had frightened everyone there by using your magic to stay underwater for longer). There were even axe throwing and shooting contests. Needless to say, to make you happy, Billy had entered and won each contest, bringing you back a fruit or stuffed animal each time. 

You continued on through the town, a show all about witches, highly incorrect you told Billy, playing at the theater on your path. You had even watched the poor little girl, an accused witch, ‘burned at the stake’ by the townspeople in the play. It was certainly informative to say the least.

At least you knew to steer clear of fires for a bit.

Billy took you too all his favorite spots, the big apple tree in the apple orchard, the bakery owned by a woman as sweet as his own late mother, and even where he ranched and the barn, which was open as a petting zoo, where he would frequently work.

You laughed as everybody treated you as a normal human, not some satanic heretic. You smiled as Billy took you around town, reveling in the fresh air of humans. You nearly cried when it all came to an end. 

You and Billy ended up on the dock of the local lake where all the ‘young folk’ swam, your legs dangling together in the cool water.

“Thank you, Billy.”

“For what baby?”

You turn to him, his eyes as dark and starry as the night sky that blanketed the sky. “For everything, for making me feel alive. For making me feel seen and real. For taking me out today even though it was dangerous.” You pause, smiling up at the moon, thanking your mother and father for sending down this man, this Angel, to you. “Thank you for today Billy. I had lots of fun.”

He leans down, kissing you fervently on your velvety lips. “Course baby. I’d do anything for ya, I love you.”

You look up into his eyes, kissing him lightly. “I love you too Billy.”

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Rainy Day

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairings: Tangerine/GN!reader

Summary: You and Tangerine finally have a day off at the same time and even though it’s raining you spend it together

Notes: this was written for Flufftober 2023 Day 8’s prompt - Rainy Day.

I don’t own Bullet Train or Tangerine.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Read on AO3 here.

It wasn’t often you got to spend the whole day with Tangerine, because of your work schedule and the jobs he gets, but today was one of those rare days. Of course, it happened to be raining, which neither of you minded.

When you got to spend your day with your partner, you were ecstatic. And, why wouldn’t you be? He adored you and knew how to treat you right, which was a change from the previous people you had been with before.

You loved how much he loved you and loved reading. The two of you loved to spend your days reading, kissing, cuddling and talking about different things; basically whatever came to mind. You knew you couldn’t talk about his work but you loved to talk to him about everything else.

Today, he asked you to read to him.

“What would you like for us to read?”

He smiled slightly under his mustache as he handed you one of the books on the shelf that both of you loved.

You spent a few chapters reading to him, with the rain hitting the outside of your apartment as background music. When you finished, you handed him the book and he carried on reading where you left off.

Instead of leaning against him, you lay down, so your head was on his lap and you kissed his leg as you settled in and just listened to his voice. Whenever he didn’t need his hand to turn the page, he would massage your scalp softly, in a way that made you moan in a way that let him know you liked it.

Whenever the two of you were ready for lunch, you’d spend time in the kitchen, with him watching you make lunch and he’d help you make dinner.

After you’d finished eating dinner, the two of you sat on the couch cuddling with him kissing your cheek, just by your ear and whispering whatever he thought of into it.

You absolutely loved days like this where you could spend time alone with him in your apartment or where you spent time with him and Lemon in their shared apartment.

[vernorexxia]

Fandom: Monster High (Cartoon 2022)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Draculaura/Twyla

Characters: Clawdeen Wolf, Twyla (Monster High), Draculaura (Monster High), Cleo de Nile, Frankie Stein

Additional Tags: Canon Autistic Character, Autistic Twyla (Monster High), Background Cleo de Nile/Clawdeen Wolf, Autumn, Fluff, Flufftober 2024, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Female Friendship, Hiking, Forests, salad, Dorms, Fireplaces, Sleepy Cuddles, Crafts, School Project, Twyla Infodumps, Strawberry Shortcake vibes, Cutesy, Crushes, Awkward Crush, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000

Summary: Just some cute Twylaura fluff for autumn using a Flufftober prompt, the ghouls work on an art project while in the woods. Background Clawdeen and Cleo

TL;DR Twyla Infodumps

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Bucky Barnes One Shots

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• All fics are over 800 words in this masterlist.

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.

[holylulusworld]

Extreme tight places (4) - Kinktober 3

Summary: You’re stuck with a soulless Sam again.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, anal sex, smut, unprotected sex, degrading, creampie, voyeurism, outdoor sex, sex in front of others, violence, possessive soulless Sam, forced cum eating (not the reader)

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Anal sex

Square filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Square 18: Plot what plot?

Square filled for @spnkinkbingo 2022 (expired): Square 1: Anal Sex

Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2) Very tight places (3)

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

“Sam! Sam, stop! You’re going to kill him!” You desperately try to drag Sam off a fellow hunter. You don’t like the hunter, but the last thing you need is rumors spreading that Sam Winchester killed another hunter. “Sam, please.”

“He tried to touch what’s mine!” Sam is like an animal. Not only because of his soullessness but also because the hunter tried to hit on you during a get-together to celebrate the life of a deceased hunter. “No one touches what’s mine.”

You huff. It’s not like you’re together or shit. Sam is simply obsessed with fucking you. There’s no love or even feelings between the two of you.

“SAMMY!” Dean and Cas finally come to your aid. They grab Sam by his arms and drag him off the hunter. “What the fuck!”

“He tried to grope my girl’s ass.” Sam tries to apologize that he tried to beat the life out of the man. “No one touches what’s mine, Dean. Not even you.”

“Sam, get your shit together,” Dean snaps at his brother. Lately, he’s struggling to see Sam as his brother. Death brought Sam’s soul back, but they are still trying to figure out how to turn the new version back into his former self.

Sam squares his jaw. “Let go of me, or you’ll get a taste of my strength too.” Dean shakes his head. The thing possessing his brother is so unlike the Sam he raised. “Y/N, come.”

He holds out his hand for you. You could tell him to fuck off because he flirted with one of the huntresses, but it would only cause Sam to go rampant and find a reason to fight with someone else.

“Sam,” you huff when he drags you toward the back of the place, away from the crowd. “Where are we going?”

“I need to fuck you,” he states, ignoring that you wiggle in his tight grip. “You need to feel it in your bones that your holes are all mine.”

“Says the guy flirting with some bitch moments ago. You’re only angry because the guy was nice to me.” You bite back.

He stops in his tracks to look you up and down. His eyes darken, and you bite your tongue. One wrong word and he fucks you right there, in front of everyone.

“He touched you,” he snarls. “I told her to go down on her knees and suck me off if she wants my help on a hunt.” Sam shrugs. “She was an uptight bitch. Not wet and soft like you.”

“What the—?” You can’t believe Sam sometimes. He tells you he wanted some bitch to suck him off after he almost beat a man to death because the hunter dared to talk to you. “You’re unbelievable!”

“I know, kitten,” he purrs and presses you against the wall. He slips one hand between your bodies to hastily unbutton your pants. Your eyes round. Sam can’t be serious. “That’s why you’re always so needy.”

“I hate you so much,” you argue, but don’t fight his hand slipping inside your pants to pinch your clit. “Sam, not here. Let’s go somewhere else.” You know Sam is pumped up and needs to release some steam. “Please.”

“I love it when you beg me.” He presses his lips to yours, swallowing the tiny moans escaping your lips. Sam smirks when you buck your hips, silently begging him for more. He hums against your lips as he slips his index finger inside your cunt. “Already so wet for me.”

“S-am,” you whimper against his lips. “Pl-ease. Somewhere else.”

“I want them to know you’re mine,” he growls and removes his hand. You don’t argue. Fighting with Sam is a lost cause. Instead, you let him grab your hand and guide you out of the bar.

Sam leads you toward a car you don’t recognize. He twirls you around to bend you over the hood. Sam rips your still unbuttoned jeans down your legs, taking your panties with it.

“That’s how I like you.” He slaps your ass, roughly groping your globes. If you weren’t in a parking lot, he’d spank your ass raw tonight. “Always so ready to take my cock.”

Sam uses his large hand to spread your ass-cheeks. He smirks when you wiggle in his grip. You know he wants to prove your ass belongs to him. Literally. A warm liquid hits the crack of your ass, making you whimper. “Oh, kitten. This ass is mine.” He hums. “It opens up like a slutty hole to me.”

“Sam, not here,” you try one last time, but Sam throws the empty bottle of lube over his shoulder. He unzips his pants and slaps his cock against your ass.

“You’ll let me fuck this tight asshole and take it like a good slut. Maybe I’ll let you cum this time too.” Sam laughs when you hiss his name. He ignores you’re angry at him for flirting with the other woman. While you lie on the car, giving in to his demands once again, he runs his hard cock up and down the crack of your ass to get lube all over his massive erection. “You’re my whore.”

He presses the tip inside, making you hiss. It’s always a struggle to take Sam up your ass. At least he’s less impatient tonight and slowly inches his way inside. His hands grip your hips hard enough to hurt.

“Fuck, Sam…”

“Yeah, I’m going to fuck this hole open,” he growls like the possessive caveman he turns into when it comes to fucking you. “Watch me ruin her ass.”

You don’t have time to think about his words. Sam pushes you down onto the hood of the car and holds you there as he shoves the last inches inside. You’re panting because his massive cock feels good in your tightest hole.

“You’re an ass whore. I knew it.” Sam leans over your body to whisper in your ear. “Say it. Say, I’m Sam Winchester’s anal slut.”

“I’m—” you choke out a moan when Sam slowly starts pushing in and out of your ass. He barely moves his hips, only pressing his cock into you with short strokes, but you feel immense pleasure. You don’t know why, but no matter how Sam fucks you, it always feels good. “I’m Sam Winchester’s anal slut.” You breathe out, making Sam laugh.

“Yes, you are,” he pants in your neck while his hips mercilessly crash into your ass. “Always full of my cock, only mine.”

“Yes…”

“I bet you’ll cum like the whore you are with my big cock up your ass,” he taunts. “Right? You’ll squirt like a slut because you’re my anal whore.”

You should be ashamed. Sam is fucking your ass over the hood of someone else’s car. He calls you his whore, but you couldn’t care less. The bastard ruining your ass isn’t wrong. The pressure in your ass has you tethering on the edge of an orgasm.

He’s pounding you deep, hard, and fast. Sam groans in your ear, getting more excited. His desperate groans get you more excited. Your body is ready to give in to the pleasured pain. You whimper his name, telling him to cum inside of your ass.

And he just lets go, slamming one hand between your legs to swipe left, right, left, and right until you squirt all over his hand. “Perfect whore, isn't she?”

Sam pulls out, stepping away from the car to let whoever watched him fuck your ass watch his cum drip out of your gaping hole.

“Perfect hole.”

You try to catch your breath as you lie on the car. Total spend. Sam eagerly spreads your cheeks to look at his cum. He hums before thrusting one finger inside to scoop a large amount of his cum with his finger. “Come here and have a taste.”

“Dude, I’m good over here,” the man grunts. He’s holding his bruised ribs and glares at Sam. “I don’t know what kind of sick game you’re playing, but I’m out.”

“I said,” Sam growls in the man’s direction. “Come over here and have a taste. That’s what you wanted, right? To fuck my girl’s ass.”

“Sam?” You slowly get up from the car and pull your pants back up. You turn around to watch the man Sam punched earlier stand a few feet away. “What the fuck!”

“Buddy, if you ever get close to her ass again, you’re dead,” Sam smirks darkly. He wraps his hand around the man’s throat and forces his finger inside his mouth. “That’s the closest you’ll get to my girl’s ass. Now swallow like a good boy and get lost.”

“You found a way?” You whisper to not wake Sam. After the fucked-up stunt, he pulled his brother, knocked him out. “How can I help you?”

“You need to distract him. Stay inside the room until Death arrives. It’s only a few hours; Y/N. Sammy will be back soon,” Dean gives you an apologetic look. “I know you liked this one, but...”

“Not after tonight!” You hold up your hand. “He risked my safety, Dean. If that guy was a little more..." You sniffle. “If he knocked Sam out, it would’ve ended badly for me, Dean. If we can bring the normal Sam back, I’d do anything to help you.

Screams echo through Bobby's house. You press your hand to your ears and try to blend out that Sam is suffering inside Bobby’s panic room.

Death brought his soul back and finally found a way to get the old Sam back too.

If only it weren’t so painful...

“It’s going to be alright.” You look at Dean, nodding. You don’t know if he wants to convince you or himself. “It must…”

The screams abruptly end. Death slips out of the room. He ignores you and whispers something in Dean’s ear. “I know, we will be careful.”

You gave the brothers time and space to reunite, promising to stick around for the next case. The procedure was a success. Sam is back to his old self.

What Dean didn’t tell you before Death got to work was that Sam wouldn’t remember your time together. The truth is, Sam doesn’t remember anything after he jumped into the pit.

Maybe it’s for the best. What you let his soulless version do to you was something the old Sam would never understand.

“Y/N, hey.” You look up from your book when Sam calls your name. He leans in the doorframe, eyes glued to your exposed legs. “I heard you helped Dean while I was gone.”

“Uh-yeah. Kinda,” you lie. It’s all you can do. Death warned you and the others not to tell Sam what happened over the last months. If you do, the consequences will be dire.

“Hmm…” He pushes off the doorframe, stepping inside your motel room. Sam slams the door shut and hums as you flinch at the sudden motion. His eyes are softer, and his behavior changed, but the smirk creeping on his face is not different from his soulless version’s smirk. “I see, you liked riding my dick.”

“What? I—what?” You splutter. He can’t know. It’s impossible. Death said Sam won’t remember a thing.

“I can’t remember much, but the videos on my phone helped me. I must say, you have been a good little slut for me.” He laughs darkly as you stare at him like a deer in headlights. “How about we refresh my memory and you let me fuck that pretty cunt and ass again?”

Tags in reblog.

[acosmist001]

Some more 5+1 fics

1) I'll Give You The World On A Silver Platter by thecorvidprince. Dazai spoiling Chuuya for 12k words.

2) Flufftober 2022 - day 1: wearing each other's clothes by orphan_account. Chuuya stealing Dazai's clothes five times and the one time Dazai gave them willingly.

3) the taste of love by cherryousama. Everyone being obsessed with Chuuya's cooking. that's all this is.

4) A Gradual Realisation by icedrivenwinds. Five times people didn't (minus Ranpo, of course) realize they were married, and the one time everyone finally found out.

5) The say eyes are the windows to the soul. By Aprusalve. 5 times Kyouka tried to guess their relationship, + the 1 time she finally asked.

[justamonkeyonautopilot]

Flufftober 2022 Drabbles Ch.14 Truth or Dare/20 Questions

[Sorry that this got a little long as I got slightly carried away with it, I am also not so sure that I am very happy with the ending.]

Grey's Anatomy Meredith Grey x Addison Montgomery

Chapter 14 Truth or Dare/20 Questions

[High School/College AU] Addison was a couple of years older than Meredith. She couldn’t keep her eyes off her whenever she saw her pass in the corridor. Originally Meredith couldn’t stand the redhead, she came across as incredibly snobby and up herself. Which at first Meredith would state she couldn’t understand why. Then the blonde felt herself slowly starting to fall in love with the redhead. It started with a field trip where all three years of their college course had been taken on some team building escape. Meredith had spotted the redhead across the car park whilst they were being separated onto coaches. At first she felt the usual anger boil up, but then she noticed how the woman’s jeans fitted her just right. Hugging curves that Meredith hadn’t actually paid attention to before. Looking further down she noted that the woman was wearing boots that went almost to her knees, the already tall woman was wearing heels. The blonde flushed thinking about how much taller than her that would make the redhead. Skimming her eyes back up and over the jeans she further noticed that she was wearing a form hugging red jumper. Hidden slightly under a black leather jacket and a green scarf. Meredith watched as the woman crossed her arms over her chest. Looking up to Addison’s face, Meredith came eye to eye with a rather angry looking redhead. Making Meredith flush and quickly look away turning to continue her conversation with her friend Cristina who was looking at her weirdly. 

These feelings continued to grow from this day onwards for Meredith. To the point she would purposely look for the redhead. Whether that be in the corridor, canteen, lecture halls when they’d mix year groups, everywhere that Meredith believed the redhead may be she would be looking for her. Unit things eventually came to a head. When Addison got fed up with being watched all the time. It was starting to become incredibly uncomfortable and with final exams coming up for the redhead she decided enough was enough. She needed to find out what was going on and put an end to it before she ended up failing her exams because she was focusing completely on why the blonde appeared to find her so fascinating. So on a warm summer’s day Addison finally caved, walking over to the blonde, grabbing her arm and dragging her into an empty classroom and locking the door behind them so that nobody could disturb them. Moving them both away from the door so they couldn’t be seen through the window.

“What’s going on?” Meredith’s quiet unsure voice just pushed Addison’s frustration at the situation higher.

“What’s going on? Seriously!” Addison watched Meredith’s face flush before she looked away from her. “What’s going on is that you keep staring at me and have done so for almost a year now and I want to know why”.

Addison watched as Meredith seemed to be retreating into her shell, building up walls quicker than Addison was even able to process them.

“No, I want the truth Meredith and I can see on your face it’s written all over it that you’re about to lie to me” Addison crossed her arms across her chest leaning back against a table. She watched as the blonde sagged in defeat. 

“Fine” Meredith straightened up, imitating the posture of someone getting ready for a fight. “I find you attractive, everytime I see you…it just makes the day seem that bit better.” Addison watched Meredith’s face get a brighter red. “I’m aware you probably don’t think the same but…”

“Do you know how distracting you staring at me is?” 

Meredith looked at the floor “I’m sorry”.

Addison felt sympathetic towards the blonde. “Well you could make it up to me” Addison watched Meredith look up at her in shock.

“How?” 

“Date…you can take me on a date”

“What?” Addison was feeling more and more amused at the look on Meredith’s face.

“You…can…take…me…on…a…date…with…you…tonight…” by this stage Addison was smiling like a mad woman as Meredith looked more and more baffled by the second.

“But…how? What? You…” Addison started laughing, straightening up and walking towards the door, stopping before she unlocked it.

“I’ll meet you outside of the main building tonight say…” Addison checked her watch “seven?” Noticing Meredith was not going to respond Addison laughed, unlocking the door and walking out the room. 

Meredith wasn’t entirely sure if this was a prank or not. Going back to her accommodation Meredith got ready for her…was she supposed to call this a date? With Addison. She hesitated about whether to actually go or not and the closer to the time that it came the more hesitant she became. 

Checking her watch as she walked back towards the main building she realized she was early. Walking towards one of the benches outside she noticed the redhead sat with her legs crossed nervously bouncing her foot whilst looking down at her phone. Meredith slowly walked towards Addison. 

“Addison?” Meredith watched as the redhead looked up sharply watching as a smile took over her face. 

“Meredith” Addison breathily whispered before standing up, unsure of whether to hug Meredith or not. Hesitating after stepping towards the blonde. Meredith feeling calmer at seeing Addison’s nerves closed the gap pulling the redhead into a hug. Feeling the tension leave her body. “So where are we off to?”

At Addison’s question it was Meredith’s turn to freeze. She had forgotten that Addison had implied that she was to make the plans for the date. Moving back a bit Meredith awkwardly smiled up at the redhead. 

“You haven’t planned anything have you?”

“No..no I have…it’s…a movie followed by…..a meal?” Meredith smirked at Addison thanking her quick thinking.

“What movie?” 

“Erm..the new one?” Meredith continued. Addison started laughing at the blush covering Meredith’s face “okay so I haven’t actually thought…but I panicked okay…you did corner me unexpectedly”. 

Addison stopped laughing and glared “that’s because you’d become a huge distraction and I need to be able to study to pass my exams”.

“I know I know, I wasn’t saying I wasn’t pleased to be asked on a date”.

With Addison’s smile back on her face Meredith tried again “so what do you say to my…impromptu plan?”

“I say…next date?” This was the time for Meredith to stop smiling.

“Have I ruined it already?”

“No, I just…maybe we should go somewhere we can get to know each other first?” 

“Oh…definitely” Meredith paused, “where would you suggest?”

Meredith watched as Addison thought “bar?”

Meredith smiled nodding “bar”.

As they sat nursing their drinks Addison turned to Meredith “what do you say to a little game of truth or dare? To liven the night up a bit”

Meredith tilted her head to give Addison a stern look “do you worst Montgomery”.

Addison grinned “okay then, truth or dare Meredith?”

“Dare”

“Drink it in one” Addison nodded towards Meredith’s drink. 

Meredith lifted the glass to her lips “easy” Addison watched as Meredith drank the entire pint glass with no difficulty. Trying not to look shocked. Slamming her glass onto the table Meredith met the redhead's eyes “so…truth or dare?”

Addison sat up straighter trying to ooze more confidence than she actually had right now “Dare”.

Meredith smirked “go order the most expensive bottle of champagne from the bar, once it’s been opened start drinking it directly from the bottle” Addison looked appalled before nodding and walking to the bar. Meredith sat back and watched as Addison did as she asked, trying her hardest not to laugh at the redhead. As she came back to sit at the table going to pour herself a glass Meredith stopped her with a hand on her wrist “no Addison you must continue to drink it only from the bottle” she watched as Addison was trying to think of an argument.

“But I’ve already completed the dare!” Addison looked more flushed as Meredith started laughing.

“I never actually said that once you had taken a sip at the bar that you could continue the bottle with a glass. I said that once it was opened you needed to drink it from the bottle” Addison grumbled continuing to sip.

“I don’t even like champagne anyway” 

The evening continued with each dare getting more and more outrageous. As each woman seemed to forget that the game was actually truth or dare. Choosing to only request dares. Becoming more than tipsy they sat giggling opposite each other flushing with the effects of the alcohol. Addison hiccuped before addressing Meredith. “I have one more dare for you” Meredith looked up at Addison “yeah?”

Addison smiled lazily “yeah…I dare you to kiss me” Addison watched as Meredith seemed to sober suddenly. As Addison tried to backtrack on the dare, suddenly feeling more than sober herself Meredith came round to her side of the table. Tilting her chin up to look her in the eye before leaning down and kissing her. 

Stepping back Meredith made eye contact with Addison again “dare complete?” Addison nodded dumbly before pulling Meredith back towards her again.

[flufftober]

Flufftober Masterpost of Challenges

Hello and welcome to our Masterpost of Challenges.

Here you will find links to all previous years of Flufftober, all other events we've hosted, as well as our Standard Blog Rules and FAQ.

This post will be updated after every new event. It will also be our pinned post whenever there's no active event.

Flufftober Lists

2024, 2023, 2022, 2021

Other Events

2025: Flufftober Fluff Bingo

2024: Flufftober Spring Edition

2023: Fluff Monthlies

2022: 500 Followers Celebration/Bonus Prompt Quickies

Standard Blog Rules & FAQ

Rules, FAQ

[mockerycrow]

SIGHT — PLATONIC!141 (FLUFFTOBER)

flufftober 2023 - 429 words

THE SIGHT OF everyone together soothed you. Whether it’s seeing everyone gathered around a meeting table to discuss the details of a mission, or maybe everyone sitting in a row at a bar or around a restaurant’s table, or maybe even perhaps just everyone together around a table playing a board game on base. You adore watching your teammates interact; the way the corners of Price’s eyes crinkle in amusement when Ghost begins to tell his poor puns, and Soap responding with a groan and trying to one-up him. Gaz, who is blank faced and totally unamused the entire time although you know deep down he wants to crack a smile.

You tend to be in the same room as Soap and Gaz when they are given the task of examining shrapnel of old bombs and IEDs as they’re both demolitions experts. usually it’s either Soap or Gaz alone, but you cherish the moments it’s the both of them. You watch them bicker over what part is what and what piece of metal belonged where and in a way, it was endearing to see the two argue and then come together to focus and reconstruct the device as best as they could with what they were provided with. They always call you over to see if the scraps actually look like they form into something and you comply after getting your glances worth of a lifetime.

With Ghost, you enjoy seeing him around base, but especially either in the training room, or the field. Watching Ghost’s (usually) strict workout routine get interrupted by Soap nearly everyday is entertaining; so entertaining in fact that you notice Ghost’s behavior change in the gym. Around a certain time, you can tell Ghost is expecting the Scot to appear out of nowhere like usual. On the field, it’s a bit morbid, you truly do admire Ghost’s work ethic. He’s very good with knives and you can’t help but admire whenever he has to use them. His voice dips deeper ever so slightly, and you highly enjoy watching him work with the team.

Your favorite moment to see overall, is when you’re all together. This could be on the field, or in a bar. It could be in a hospital by someone’s side, or it could be a rooftop somewhere, watching the sunset before switching watch shifts. These are moments you never take for granted, especially in your line of work. Seeing their faces, their eyes and their smiles—watching Ghost’s body language change overtime, everyone coming closer together?

There’s no place you’d rather be.

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎyou tell ghost billy about town festivities⋆౨ৎ fem reader x ghost billy the kid

"Halloween's coming up."

Billy nodded, leaning against his headstone. While Halloween hadn't been a big deal back when he was alive, he'd watched the holiday swell into a cultural keystone over the decades. And you seemed to be as thrilled about it as he'd seen anybody.

You were sweeter than honey, the happiest of additions to his afterlife. Billy's luck had been bad in life, but it seemed death brought a surplus of good. The longer he'd been forced to haunt the earth, the better his reward would be. And you were the best one he could have ever dreamt up.

"What's everything like nowadays?" Billy asked casually, watching your expression turn to fireworks.

He couldn't help his smile as you fidgeted with your fingers excitedly. "There're parties in town, lots of them. I like to go to the ones on the west side of town. Better company."

"Like me?" Billy asked cheekily, and you giggled, that delightful sound.

"Like you," you confirmed, setting your hand atop his, a sweet smile on your lips. "I've got a costume and everything."

"What's your costume?" Billy asked, leaning his head on the tombstone. He could listen to you talk about near anything for hours, from the reason for the color of the sky to the shape of the earth.

Immediately he was happy he'd asked because of the way your eyes lit up. "I'm going as an angel."

He grinned. "Well that's just perfect, ain't it sweetheart?"

You laughed again, and he relished it, committing it to memory for later. Playing with your hands, you said, "I'll come and see you while I'm still in it. I want to see you that night anyways."

Billy frowned, shifting in his spot. "That late, darlin'?"

"It's not terribly dangerous," you said casually, twirling a strand of your hair. "I don't want you to be alone on Halloween night."

He could have protested, could have said he'd spent over a hundred Halloweens alone. But your expression was so earnest, so insistent that he merely smiles and nods. "Okay. Just be careful, sweet."

"I will," you smiled, and if he'd had a heart it would have swelled, maybe even beat double time.

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆⟡˚ ཐི⋆♱ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 ♱⋆ཋྀ ˚⟡⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: modern billy the kid x fem reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and billy love all things halloween and horror but this year gets even scarier

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: talks of being sickly, jump scares, flufffff, implied sex

𝐚/𝐧: welcome back, so this one is def shorter than the other ones and was definitely inspired by universal's halloween horror nights and other similar events, so i hope you enjoy!

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟-𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You and Billy both loved a good haunted house.

You believed that it was the thrill of the scare, the adrenaline as you walk through dark halls where somebody could be waiting for you at the end of the hallway. Billy loved the suspense of it all, he’d love holding your hand as you two traversed the deep, twisted, and ultraviolet lit halls. You always thought it chivalrous of Billy to walk ahead of you; however, you also thought it was corny, cheesy, cliche but you only saw that as even more reason to love him.

It had become tradition to go out and find at least one to go to each Halloween. Many of them vary in scare level and size, some are big and maze-like with projections of ghosts haunting every corner while others are small and feature jump scares from people looking to fright.

One year, you two found one while walking around a neighborhood. The Frankenstiein-inspired haunted house was run by a darling little family who gave you a full sized Hershey’s bar at the end when you finished walking through their house where they hosted the scares. Another year it was at a local school’s fall festival where the students dressed up in monstrous masks and stood on stools while roaring in your face. Admittedly, a bunch of second graders didn’t make you scream but the effort was there.

This was the first year you and Billy had decided to do anything this big.

“Billy, are you sure you’re okay with this idea? I know you don’t like going to really big haunted houses and I can just feel myself getting scared shitless from these photos alone.” You asked the brunette, turning your body to face his from where you sat at the table with your laptop open.

He stood up, his feet padding on the laminate floors of your apartment as he walked to you. He pressed a small kiss to your hairline settling down in the seat at the dining table right next to you. He turned your computer towards him, scrolling up on the bright web page, the photos mirroring in his ocean eyes. 

“Darlin’, I won’t force ya t’do anything ya don't wanna. You know that baby.” He looks back to you, his eyes glimmering in the lowlights of your shared apartment.

“I know, an’ I love you for it.” You lean forward, pressing a kiss against his rough lips, his hand shooting up to hold the back of your neck with his calloused palm. He rested his forehead on yours as his warm hand continued to cradle your neck so gently.

“Baby, I know you’ve been wantin’ t’go to this Halloween festival for a long time. I don't mind going through all the scary mazes with you but if you feel that it isn’t safe at any moment we can immediately go home.”

“But Billy,” you look up at him, the meaning of his words even deeper. You knew the man well enough to know that growing up, his family didn’t have a lot of money, that he sent more than half of his mediocre paycheck to his family to help with their mortgage and living expenses. You knew he didn;t have much to blow off on random things such as tickets to a night time, extra scary, Halloween event. 

He silenced you, shaking his head. His short brunette curls shaking with him, ruffling the stray strands of his hair. 

“Pretty mama, y’know that ya mean the world to me, dontcha baby? I would gladly spend every single last penny to my name, even the clothes on my back, just to make you happy. Besides, you already let me stay here with you in this company apartment of yours darling. To me, that's more than enough.” 

And he just looks at you, so softly. His hydrangea blue eyes glossy with love for you, his eyes swirling with the feelings he wouldn’t dare utter aloud for he feared it may scare you away.

Truth was, you were the greatest treasure he had ever had the pleasure of finding. And even he knew that his soul in its entirety belonged to you.

But that was probably too heavy for a dim and cozy Sunday night.

“I love you Billy, really,” you hug him, your knees slotted in between his own as you two embrace. You sigh against his chest, your ear pressed right against his chest, the faint rhythmic drum of his heart music to your ears.

“I love you.”

You look up at him, his lips upturned into a soft smile. You press a kiss to his lips before shifting back to the computer to buy the tickets to the most frightening Halloween yet.

“Billy,” you look up to meet his blue eyes from where you lay on his chest, “what’re we going to wear when we go to the haunted mazes tomorrow?”

“We can wear whatever y’want darlin.’”

You shot up, the blankets falling from your shoulders, the silky sheets wrinkling beneath you. You place your hand on his chest, “So say I wanted to stay as naked as I am now, you would let me?”

He chuckles, his head falling back to the pillow, his curls splaying out on the soft blue sheets. His hands fall to your hips, squeezing lightly. He sits up, nuzzling his face into your neck, He nips the skin on your neck making you laugh and push him away. He laughs with you and wraps his warm arms around your naked torso, his breath still fast and shallow as you two recovered from your early morning routine.

“Baby, I’m the only one who gets to see this.” He says, eyes taking you over like a tsunami, roaming hungrily across your form. 

“So possessive Billy. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Darlin’, I have everything with you, ‘n I want everything with you. Even some cheesy couple costume if you really wanted baby.”

You pout, looking up at him. “Really?”

“Of course really darlin’.”

You smile at him before tackling him and attacking him with kisses, joyous laughter taking over the room.

The day finally came, you had begrudgingly gotten up early just so you and Billy could spend the entire day out and about, soaking in all the Halloween and autumn air. 

Billy had suggested that you dress up like an angel while he would be the devil later for the haunted mazes.

“Suits us don’t it, Angel? A bad man who has a girl way too good for ‘im.”

Needless to say, you had made sure to show him a little extra love.

You spent the entire day holding hands or walking arm in arm. There wasn’t a moment spent that you weren’t holding or touching him feeling like a clingy “koala” Billy said. 

You ended up walking to a cafe where you had met the cutest pair of twins both dressed up as the cutest little plump pumpkins. Then, you went to the park to walk around where you met this sweet old lady, Kathleen.

“Just like your mama, huh Billy?” You look at him, his eyes swirling with sadness yet happiness.

“Just as sweet as her too.”

You climbed up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek gently as you two waved goodbye to Kathleen.

Sensing that Billy missed home a bit, you convinced him to walk back home so he could call them to see how they were doing.

You sat on the couch as Billy talked to his ma and lil Jo in the bedroom. Sensing that they needed a bit of privacy, you had said your hellos and “happy Halloween”s before taking your pearly white and poofy dress outside along with the entirety of your make-up to get ready.

“The Addams Family” was a little over halfway through when Billy finally walked out in his outfit. He wore a wine red blouse with tight dark trousers. He had a hat on with two little horns poking up making him look like a dapper devil, a suit jacket in his arms.

He walked over to where you sat on the fluffy couch, sitting down next to you plopping a comically loud kiss on your cheek. You chuckle, pressing another kiss to his lips, your hand cradling his stubbled cheek. You had put on your dress, the layers drowning your legs underneath the layers of tulle.

“How’s your family?”

“They’re good. Jo’s was getting ready on the call, said he was going trick o’ treatin’ as a skeleton. Called me a cornball when I told ‘im what we’re wearing, whatever that means.”

I laugh, knowing that Billy truly does love his brother so much and misses a lot.

“That’s nice babe. I’m glad that they’re celebrating.”

“Yeah, I think it’ll be good for Jo to live a little especially since he’s been feeling good recently.”

You look back up at him as he watches the outside world with glossy eyes. Billy had told me how Jo had always been a sickly kid, how he never really got to do all the normal kid things. 

“I think so too.” 

Billy stands up, straightening his trousers with his palms before holding one out as an invitation. You take it, picking up the ridiculously flimsy halo headband you had laying around from a Halloween during college. 

You quickly grab the car keys, the event being a bit far, and your bag before running out the door, heading down to the garage. 

Billy had sat down in the driver's seat before you could protest, plugging in his ancient phone into the aux and playing some Halloween music. You two sat in a comfortable silence, the occasional “Oh, that's such a cute costume!” leaving your mouth as you watch all the people walking the streets in their halloween wear.

Once you got to the actual theme park, where the event was being held, you two walked through security before they asked you to scan your tickets.

“This is very elaborate, wouldn't you say Billy? Look at all those people in costume!”

“Indeed, they are pretty terrifying. D’ya wanna get one of those wristbands so they dont touch ya dear?”

You look to him, your hand in his. He knew how you hated when people touched you or got near you, especially at such an intensely jump scary place such as this.

“No, I think I’ll be okay Billy. After all, I have you, my knight in shining armor, to protect me!”

You both laugh as you walk to the first maze, the line not too long because of how early you two got there.

Suddenly, as if the actor heard you, a man with a fake, but very very real looking, chainsaw turned it on right in front of you, jumping into your personal bubble. You let out a loud shriek, as your shoulder jumped and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. You immediately run to Billy whose arms are already around you. You sigh into his warmth, trying to steady your already pounding heart.

“You okay baby?” He looked down at you as another actor leaned right over Billy’s shoulder, yelling. Of course, ever calm Billy just stood there while you jumped again, another yelp leaving your mouth. Billy chuckled at your fear, knowing that this was going to be a very very long night.

At least he would be able to hold onto his poor little koala the entire night. And you were perfectly content getting screamed at even if it frightened you to a whole nother level because it was all worth the smiles and chuckles Billy let out with every shriek you let out.