#theres like flufftober and i want that too but but

[aria0fgold]

Now that I'm finished with my Mel drawing, I'd love to say time to work on some of my Closet AU drawing ideas but the OC brainrot has yet left me so time to instead write some Whumptober prompts with em, as a treat, and also cuz I oughta get started on that too.

Will I post em? M... maybe... It depends on how daring I feel cuz I'm... strangely embarrassed about em asdjkfcgvhbk Look, I... I'm... not good with writing whump...

[cumulo-stratus]

01- Lover

pairing- Spencer Reid x Male!reader summary- slow burn story of how spencer reid fell in love with Y/n L/n warnings- profanities, some arguing, lemme know if theres anything else! wc- 2k

a/n- Guys!! im so excited about this idea, orginally it was going to be short blurbs for each time all in one fic but i got carried away and its turned into a series now. And i know im still a little behind on Flufftober ficus but i needed to take a break from writing things to fit a prompt, i was feeling kinda creatively burnt out from it so i just wanted to write something off the top of my head and the song came on my headphones and then i blacked out and here we are lmao, hope you like it! (P.S. so much credit to @avis-writeshq for the inspo around some of it , totally a great writer and you should totally go check them out!)

Notes: (E/C) = Eye color | (H/T) = hair type (curly, wavy, thick, thin etc.)

part 1//part 2

spencer stepped onto the same train he took every morning; the green line for 5 stops, and the red line for 1 after that. Spencer prefers his first leg of the journey though- but thats only because of The Boy. Who’s The Boy, you ask? Well, The Boy is a man on the train, and this man on the train spencer had seen everyday for last 6 months. everyday, 1 stop after spencer gets on The Boy would get on. He would sit in the same seat near the back, put his olive green backpack between his legs, and put his headphones in his ears. he would sit, one leg crossed over the other and read anything from Poe to Austen.

Spencer always stared, now to be fair The Boy was very naturally handsome. He had striking (E/C) eyes, and (H/T) hair. His style often resembled spencers, slacks and button ups with cardigans and sweater vests, The Boy tended to lean towards more bright colors ad fun patterns then spencer.

Today, spencer noticed he had started a new book; A Collected Works of Edgar Allen Poe. Yesterday he had been reading a book on the history of witch craft, spencer thought it went well with the the witch hats and black cats on his knitted sweater, very fitting for October he may add.

And once again spencer was staring (nothing out of the ordinary) but today The Boy looked up at just the right time and caught spencer in the act. He immediately looked down, blushing profusely. But if he had looked back for another second spencer wouldve seen The boys sly smirk, and the slight tinge of warmth on his cheeks. Spencer decided the best possible course of action was to pretend nothing had happened and bury his silent admiration of the mystery boy on the train. But that plan was thrown completely out the window when The mystery boy got up from his seat, picked up his bag and plopped down next to spencer in an open plastic seat. Because little did spencer know but The Boy had done his own fair share of staring at spencer from afar, admiring his natural beauty and book choice. He had been toying with the notion of finally approaching this mystery man, and this was the final push he needed to approach spencer.

“so, you like Poes works?”

spencer looked up to find The Boy looking at him expectedly with a friendly smile. The same boy he had fantasized over for almost 6 months but never even thought of approaching, had just walked up to him and started a conversation.

spencers mind was reeling, to say the least.

but he still managed to squeak out “Yes, he’s one of my favorites” But add in a dash of stuttering and blushing. What can i say? It was an awkward interaction for and awkward guy. But this didnt deter The Boy, who then lit up at spencers words (which also caught spencer off guard and left him reeling for a moment) and said “Me too! but my favorite has to be ‘Annabel Lee’, everyone thinks its the documentation of a man going insane over his obsession with a girl named Annabel Lee. But i personally think its just a guy who’s madly in love, and people are a little jealous of the pure, intense type of love that Poe was writing about..” The boy looked down and blushed, trailing off. spencer looked at him confused and with a surge of confidence said “what-?” with confusion. The boy looked back up, almost surprised at spencers words, at spencers encouragement. This said encouragement gave him the confidence needed to say “im sorry, i realized i was rambling to a stranger on the train and i didnt even introduce myself; Im dr. Y/n L/n, whats your name? Spencer chuckled to himself at how who he now knew as Y/n, managed to say so many words in so little time. “I also have a habit of talking too fast when im nervous, sorry about that” Y/n added, taking care to speak at a slower pace. Spencer didnt mind it and was mostly focused on the fact that Y/n was nervous, did spencer make Y/n nervous? but he wasnt caught up in his thoughts for too long and remembered to respond to Y/ns question “its okay, i ramble a lot too, i dont mind. And im spencer. Dr. Spencer reid-“ spencer cut himself off to finally look at y/n before continuing- “but im not a medical doctor, I have doctorates in Math, Chemistry and Engineering.”

Y/n had an almost proud smile on his face, And said “wow, smart cookie!” his tone was joking of course but spencer still blushed profusely, despite his many attempts to stop it. Y/n continued, not noticing spencers flushed state, much to spencer’s relief. “Im not a medical doctor either though, i have PHDs in both math and physics. I always thought i was above average, but ive been outdone!” Y/ns tone was joking as he said it.

They continued their introductory conversation for another couple minutes when Spencer, in an effort to keep the conversation going, had asked what Y/n was listening to.

“im listening to Ours, by taylor swift, and im not a swiftie, im a taylor swift enjoyer.” Y/n said with a definitive tone. But spencer only looked at Y/n with confusion written across his features. “Whats a- swiftie…?” spencer asked. Y/ns faced seemed to almost drain of color at this statement. “Whats a swiftie?!” his tone was incredulous, as if spencer had committed some heinous act, which he was pretty sure he hadn’t. “swifties are people who thoroughly enjoy the music of none other than the greatest pop musician of all time!” spencer was a little embarrassed, he didnt want to miss out on something Y/n enjoyed so he held his hand out and asked, “maybe i could listen to it with you, and learn about her music?” Y/n grinned at the idea, and handed spencer one of his airpods and restarted the song.

and so for the rest of their train ride, they listened Y/n’s taylor swift playlist. But After hearing Ours, it remained his favorite.

And so, for the next few weeks it continued on like this. Y/n would get on the train at spencers first stop, and B-line straight to the back of the train where spencer had saved a seat for him. And then they would sit and talk, about anything from literature, to art, to science. But one thing always remained; Taylor Swift. Everyday Y/n would have a new collection of song for him to listen to on his airpods as they talked. But Ours still remained his ever favorite, although Cardigan and Willow were close seconds.

Today, however, was different. Today, after much encouragement and much teasing, spencer was going to ask Y/n out. His team couldnt deal with anymore gushing about Y/n, the guy from the train.

spencer waited impatiently for Y/n to step onto the train at his stop. He almost missed and almost ran into at least 2 people on the way to his seat. Y/n plopped down into his seat breathlessly and started his normal routine of pulling out his airpods and queuing up the music. But he was stopped in his tracks, the airpod he was about to offer to spencer, when the latter blurted out “Hey would you maybe wanna go get coffee with me on Saturday afternoon at perfectos?” Spencer had spoken so fast Y/n barely caught it. But he was amazed at spencers attention to detail. Y/n had never even told him he liked perfectos cafe (he was of the firm belief that they made the best coffee in DC). He had just walked in with a cup of coffee from them almost everyday. It made his heart swell at the gesture, and his cheeks redden at spencers question.

that reminded Y/n to answer, instead of just sitting there wide eyed like a deer in headlights. And said; “i’d love that spencer, thank you”

spencer had been so caught up in his thoughts, and worries over the words that had just spilled from his lips moments ago that he was caught off guard at Y/n’s positive response. They both beefed at each other like children for the rest of the ride until Y/n got off, and not even when spencer arrived for work could he wipe the smile off his face, much to the delight of Morgan and JJ.

To Be Continued…

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

I saw you write this on Remi's blog and I'm begging you to write it/something similar. I added a teeny tiny little bit cause I'm a slut with a breeding kink lmao. 😂

"What about this anons ideas (1, 2) but with G!P reader and stepdaughter!Natasha?

Shes so desperate for you and despite your relationship with her mother, shes determined for you to be her first (and only). Before even being with you for the first time she does hours of research on how to give a blowjob, handjob and boobjob as well as learning how to prepare for anal because she would do anything to make you feel good, and also because shes worried about disappointing you with her lack of experience.

To get your attention she wears crop tops, sinfully short skirts, body tight dresses, booty shorts and skimpy bikinis to get you to stare at her. She makes sure to always wear a necklace, so your eyes scan her collarbone (where she wants you to leave marks). At night she'll wear a large loose t-shirt(maybe even one of yours) with nothing else but a thin pair of cotton underwear, pulling her hair up to leave her neck exposed to you. If theres ever a get together or a party she makes sure to dance in a way that grabs your attention. Maybe she even dances with her friends Bruce and Maria (who you both know have crushes on her) to try to make you jealous.

One day, when her mom and sister go out of town for a week she makes her move. She straddles your lap, subtly grinding on you as she takes your hands and places them on her waist to guide her. She whimpers under your touch, little whispers of "please...please..I want you....I need you" leave her mouth and now that you know she wants you as much as you want her, you simply can't hold back any more. You take her back to her room and quickly get her naked below you. You reassure her that you'll be gentle with her and you spend hours exploring and worshiping her body, making her cum so many times she won't be able to move for the next day at the very least.

You carry her to the bath afterwards, cuddling with her in the warm water and trying to wash her as much as possible as she just clings to you. You help wash her before drying her off and getting her settled in her bed. You kiss her before joining her in the bed, and she couldn't be happier.

Later that week, after several more times making love to her/fucking her, she looks at you with sad eyes, "What happens when my mom comes back?"

You look away from her as you try to come up with an answer for her, but she misreads that as rejection. She thinks you intend to pretend none of this even happened.

"Do...do I even mean anything to you?" she asks through tears.

"Oh baby, of course you do." you calm her by cupping her face, "You're my girl now, all mine. But we can't let anyone know that, it has to be our secret, just between us. So we have to only get together when they won't figure it out, ok?"

She runs into your embrace, "Promise you won't leave me?"

"I promise, baby girl. You have me, I'm yours""

Lots of soft moments and lots of really smutty moments too, just like filling her ass and pussy full of cum, making sure she keeps all the cum in her with a plug in her holes to properly breed her like the good little puppy she is. 😵‍💫🥵

Oh no worries, I am also a slut with a breeding kink haha.

Well dear anon you're in luck, because once I'm done with all my kinktober/flufftober works I definitely plan on writing a little something something for stepdaughter!Nat 👀

[astudyinfic]

Flufftober Day 12 - Phone

Originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16154378/chapters/38069525

The yearly meeting of High Warlocks was an event that Magnus dreaded.  Partially because warlocks, on account of being immortal, could hold grudges for a pathetically long time.  No sense in rehashing all the old grievances, of which many were directed towards him. If he could skip it, he would but as High Warlock in an area well known for being a hotbed of Shadow World activity, he knew he needed to be there.  

The decision to go wasn’t made any easier by the fact that Max practically begged him to stay that morning.  “Papa! No!! Papa stay!” he’d repeated over and over, tears filling his eyes and spilling down his beautiful blue cheeks.  

His resolve nearly slipped until Alec scooped Max into his arms and held him close.  “Maxie, it will be fine. Papa is only going to be gone a few days and you can call him whenever you need.”  Magnus gave Alec a grateful smile. Somehow his husband always knew what to say to make everything better.

“I can call?” Max asked, voice steady for the first time since they told him Magnus was leaving.  

“I promise, Blueberry,” Magnus smiled.  “I’ll even put a special ringtone, just for you.”  Magnus made a point of pulling out his phone right then, changing Alec’s entry to Blueberry for the trip, to make Max happy and adding the perfect song to play every time he called.  “See, just for you.” He winked at Alec who grinned at him over Max’s shoulder.

That was that, Magnus thought to himself when he finished packing and kissed his two favorite guys goodbye.  He opened the portal to Vancouver, where the meeting was taking place and settled into their home there for the few days he’d be away.  (He’d had a few houses before Alec came into his life, but after Alec took the mantle of immortality for himself, they started buying them in every city they loved, so they’d always have a place to stay.)

Later that night, he grinned when the phone rang with Max’s personal ringtone.  The three of them talked until Max fell asleep and then Magnus and Alec continued to talk for another hour.  He hated being away from them and vowed to return the moment the meeting was done. The phone was nice and all but he wanted to be there in person.  Magnus missed his family and hardly thought he could be blamed for that.

The meeting started like any other.  The bickering started within minutes of them all arriving and while Magnus did his best to remain out of it, he got dragged into more than a few disagreements.  Enjoying a peaceful moment while London and Paris were fighting with one another, a loud song cut through the din, causing every warlock in the place to stop and turn in his direction.

Max’s ringtone.

Magnus could have sworn he muted his phone before he got there but it was no matter.  Giving an apologetic smile, he answered the phone as quickly as he could. “Blueberry, now isn’t a good time.  How did you get Daddy’s phone?”

“Daddy took the day off but Uncle Jace is here and they are talking so I got his phone and called you.  You need to come home. It’s been too long.”

Laughing, Magnus let out a soft sigh.  “Max, it has only been fifteen hours. You’re going to be fine.  Go give Daddy back his phone and play some pranks on Uncle Jace until I get back.”  

“Okay, I love you, Papa!  Bye!”

Slipping his own phone back into his pocket, he gave the rest of the High Warlocks a quick smile.  “Kids, what are you going to do, right?”

It took an hour longer but eventually, they got down to the actual business they were there to discuss.  As the High Warlock of Lima was explaining why Magnus’s ban would continue for another year (and why couldn’t they just let that go already?), the instantly recognizable notes of Max’s ringtone interrupted.   Well, there’s another year tacked on, I’m sure , Magnus thought and turned the phone off.  He could talk to Max in a few minutes. No sense in angering some important allies or giving his enemies any more ammunition against him.  

Of course, having it turned off wasn’t going to stop Max and a minute later, the phone rang again.  Magnus ran from the room, breathless when he answered, “Max? What is the problem?”

“Hi, Papa!”

“Max, is there a problem?”  He was starting to doubt it but he had to ask.  

Max’s laugh was really all the answer he needed but his son still said, “No, Papa!  I miss you!”

“I miss you too, Blueberry, but Papa is in an important meeting and you can’t keep calling me every few minutes.  And if my phone is off it’s for a good reason so please don’t magic it back on.”

“Bu...bu...but I want to talk to you.”  Magnus’s heart broke at the sound of his son’s cracking voice and he could picture the tears that were probably filling his big blue eyes as they spoke.  

“I know, Blueberry, and I’ll call as soon as I am done with the meeting, okay?  I love you.”

“Love you too, Papa.”

Hoping that the talk would be enough to get Max through the end of the day, Magnus sat back down in the room.  He managed to get through his own report before the phone rang once more.

Every time, he answered it, asked Max not to call until later and then returned to the meeting.  And without fail, Max would call back within the hour (sometimes only minutes later).

By the end of the first day, most of the other High Warlocks were desperately tired of that song, and Magnus was too, if he was being completely honest.  

When the phone rang just minutes before the meeting was to adjourn for the night, Magnus grabbed his things and left the room immediately.  He’d deal with those warlocks in the morning. Right now he had to deal with the tiny one on the other line.

“Maxwell Ragnor Lightwood-Bane, what could possibly be the problem this time?” he snapped, knowing it would result in tears but too tired and frustrated to stop the words before they slipped out.

To his surprise, a well-loved baritone chuckled on the other end.  “I suppose that answers my question,” Alec said, amusement coloring his words.  “I was calling to find out if I’d really called you twenty-nine times today. Max?”

“Max,” Magnus agreed.  It felt so good to hear Alec’s voice that an idea came to him almost immediately.  He kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. “Darling, any chance you could take a couple more days off?”

He could hear Alec’s smile when he said “Yes,” obviously knowing what was coming.  

“Wonderful.  There will be a portal in the living room in fifteen minutes.  Pack some bags. We’re having a working holiday weekend in Vancouver.”  If Max called in the next fifteen minutes, Magnus was going to just portal them over without stuff and they could get it once they arrived.  

“It’s been that good, huh?”

“Twenty-nine, Alexander.  Twenty-nine times. I don’t think I could tell you what is happening in the meeting because I’ve spent most of it on the phone with our son.”

“Don’t worry, Mags.  We’ll see you in a few minutes.  I love you.”

“I love you too.  And darling?”

“Yes?”

“Keep your phone away from our son until you get here, would you?”

Alec’s laugh echoed in his ears and warmed his heart as he returned to their home to get the house ready for the rest of the family.  

They’d been needing a vacation anyway.

[ollie-oxen-free]

Flufftober Day 13

Texting words of comfort (ketchupenchiladas)

-i love this ship far too much for it to be a fucking rarepair, dammit

Razz shifted his paperwork, straightening the pages out before he put them in a folder, taking a marker and writing “LIZARD BITCH” in all caps across the top of it. He set it off to the side- that’s what she got for fucking shunting her paperwork off on him just because she’d rather fuck her wife- as he stood from his desk chair. His spine popped as he straightened, making him wince at the noise as he walked around behind his chair, pushing it in under the desk. He was about to walk downstairs to make dinner when he heard his phone buzz from where it was charging. He walked over and picked up it up see a message from Sans. 

Lazy: hey

Edgy™: If this is a set up for a pun, then I’m giving a premptive fuck you.

Lazy: nah just wanted 2 talk

Razz frowned down at his phone, glancing around his room before looking back down at the screen. Something was definitely wrong. He walked to his door as he typed out a response, taking the steps slowly as the message sent.

Edgy™: What’s wrong.

Lazy: wut makes u think smthn is wrong

Edgy™: Don’t bullshit me, Sans. What happened. I’ll kick someone’s ass.

Lazy: nah leave the asses of unknown persons alone its just me

He switched into his messenger app, texting the owner of the local Chinese restauraunt- fuck you, he didn't want to cook all the time- for his regular order before clicking back into his chat with his lover. 

Edgy™: Well, what’s wrong with yourself?

Lazy: babe were gonna b here all nite if i list that

Edgy™: Sans.

The messages stopped, and Razz sighed out of his nose as he pocketed his phone, looking up around his living room. A few pillows were ou of place on the couch, and the magazines on the coffee table were tilted slightly off center, so he went over and started to fix them, ignoring the tightness of worry in his chest. His phone buzzed again, and his hand shot back to his pocket, pulling it out to look at the message.

Lazy: theres a human monster dignitary meetin thing goin on

Lazy: just a lotta ppl

Edgy™: What are you doing at the meeting?

Lazy: kid wanted me 2 come

Razz tapped his finger twice on the side of the screen in thought before he turned to the front door, walking to the shoe closet right beside it.

Edgy™: Do you want me to come over? I’m free for the rest of the night, it’s not any trouble.

Lazy: nah i dont wanna bother u

Lazy: plus just talking is good enough

He stepped away from the closet with a huff, ignoring the slight blush on his cheekbones as he sat on the edge of the sofa. An idea popped into his head and he texted the restaraunt to make it a double before switching back over to his messages with Sans.

Edgy™: Well, how much longer does it last?

Lazy: another 30 min or so maybe

Lazy: y

Edgy™: I just ordered Chinese, so if you want to you can come over here after.

Lazy: u

Lazy: ordered takeout

Edgy™: Fuck you, Long Fung is a quality fucking restaurant.

Lazy: lol

Lazy: yea i wud rly like that

Edgy™: Alright. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you until then?

Lazy: can i tell shitty jokes

Edgy™: No.

Lazy: r u sure

Edgy™: Yes.

Lazy: y wasnt the skeleton having fun @ the dignitary meeting

Edgy™: Sans, I swear to fucking god.

Lazy: he had no body 2 hang out w/

Edgy™: I’m leaving now and I’m coming there to kick your ass.

Lazy: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Lazy: c u soon <3

Edgy™: For fuck’s sake.

Edgy™: <3

[cumulo-stratus]

The Good Days

Pairing: Spencer reid x Autistic!Male!reader

Description: spencer and y/n go stargazing, and y/n indulges spencer with facts about his special interest- astronomy

Warnings: fluff!! a little bit of me info dumping for me <3, lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 16: stargazing

A/N: ik its super short guys dont get on my ass- i wrote it in like 30 minutes before i went to bed because i needed to get a second fic up- also sorry for info dumping just a weensy bit lmao

The park had long since been emptied, all except for 2 people, spencer and y/n. They were sat in camping seats, as y/n hated the feeling of sitting in the grass, it was too prickly for his liking. And spencer would do anything he could to accommodate his boyfriend, so he got them camping chairs that you could lean back in so they could still stargaze, as per y/ns request. y/n had a special interest in astronomy, and spencer had no issues indulging y/n, one could even say spoiling him. And tonight was one of those nights were spencer sacrificed something for y/n. Spencer had just gotten back from a case the other day and was still exhausted- but agreed to go star gazing because it was going to be the clearest night for a while. 

And so here they were, one hour in and y/n was still spewing facts about stars, currently he was on the topic of blue vs. red stars. although he spoke utterly, trying to uphold the quietness of the night as best he could, but his tone was far from calm- it was animated and lively, his hands moving to match. 

“…okay so recap blue stars- they’re usually pretty young- because they have a ton more energy that they havent burned up yet- so these blue stars get super excited cus they have a ton of hydrogen to burn (basically star food)- so they burn it super fast and super hot! thats why theyre blue- blue fire is hotter than red/orange fire..”

spencer had abandoned watching the stars at least 10 minutes ago, favoring watching y/ns eyes light up as he spoke- the smile reflecting that of a child’s for it innocence, and its exhilaration. spencer, wanting to encourage his boyfriend posed the question, 

“and what happens when that big hot blue stars runs out of hydrogen to burn?”

y/n looked over at spencer, absolutely thrilled at the question, and responded 

“oh my goodness! i was jsut about to talk about this, when blue stars run out of hydrogen which burns much hotter than hellium, they switch to burning helium- which has more energy- but doesnt burn as hot! so what happens is that star now has all this excess energy- and it needs something to do with it! so it expands, the outer layers of the star expand outwards- causing the whole star to cool down enough to burn red hot- instead of blue hot.”

“wow thats really interesting, thank you for telling me about it!” 

when spencer praised y/n a warm blush dusted his cheeks- but spencer couldn’t see it in the darkened park. And after y/n finished talking, the couple settled into a comfortable silence- the kind you dont feel the need to fill. And they sat there, fingers entwined, shoulders touching, until Y/n was starting to fall asleep. and y/n needed to drive spencer back to their apartment. But Before they left, y/n and spencer soaked in the silence, and the soft light of the night sky embracing them with open arms. These were the good days. 

The End