notes; my first every kinktober as a writer! kinktober fics are on odd numbered days, flufftober are even days. a mix of characters (both male and female- but mostly men) from criminal minds, acotar, stranger things, euphoria (rue only), call of duty, throne of glass, harry potter (marauders era), outer banks, marvel and slashers (brahms only). list is a mix of different prompt lists, including ones from the official flufftober and kinktober accounts. mwah <3
day 1- hand kink with spencer reid
day 2- “i’ve got you,” with rhysand
day 3- overstim with emily prentiss
day 4- holding hands with billy hargrove
day 5- cockwarming with azriel
day 6- porch swing with rue bennett
day 7- somnophilia with johnny soap mactavish
day 8- gifts with spencer reid
day 9- edging with nancy wheeler
day 10- sweet tooth with fenrys moonbeam
day 11- doctor x patient with remus lupin pt2
day 12- rainy day with remus lupin
day 13- thigh riding with simon riley
day 14- first kisses with sirius black
day 15- degradation with rafe cameron
day 16- music to watch boys to with poly!marauders
day 16 - music to watch boys to [r.lupin, s.black. j.potter]
poly!marauders x fem!reader
content warnings; mentions of smut happening before scene starts, you’re all in your pants, just fluff
notes; we’re already halfway angels. extremely loosely related to the lana song. defo needs more speech but im tired, may repost further edited vers in future (also my first time writing more than one character at once, pls be nice lolz)
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it was a friday night, late enough that you’d already fooled around more than once since dinner, the four of you now lounging about in only your underwear. the sound of the boys yapping intertwined with one of sirius’ records on low, something full of guitar and bass, grungy but almost soft too.
your fingers glided over the velveteen blanket underneath you, silky material brushing against your exposed skin. you were wearing a dainty tank top, white with tiny flowers on, and lacy underwear that had barely enough coverage to actually be considered an article of clothing.
your head was hanging upside down off remus’ bed, watching them as they lazed about on the floor; sirius was the nearest to you, sat beside you and fiddling with the tips of your hair, james laying on his back on the opposite side of the remus, head lolled towards you, and remus half reclined onto his elbows.
your attention switched between each boy, taking mental pictures as you took in all the little details about them, treasuring it immensely. you pondered on whether or not they’d notice if you took a couple of actual photos, they just looked so pretty.
james’ hair was all sprawled out on the floor, brown waves a mess from all your earlier tugging, you loved how carefree he looked, glasses askew and laughter bubbling out of him.
remus looked peaceful, no worries on his usually fretful mind. you’d already helped him apply bio-oil to his scars today, and they looked visibly calmer than usual, their normal pinky-red appearance more of a pale peach. caramel eyes met yours, his head tilted slightly as he took you in, gaze trailing over your scantily clad form before sending you a wink, smirking when you flushed.
and sirius, he had been struggling a lot lately, more than usual after a few horrible letters from his parents. you were grateful that he was getting at least a few moments of happiness, you’d missed seeing that specific smile he saved for his loves.
eyes fluttering closed, smiling to yourself at how happy you were with your boys, perfectly content before you’re brought of your reverie by sirius pressing a kiss to your nose, body surrounding you as he turned to face you. you giggled, eyes reopening to the sight of him upside down, catching you off guard.
he gasped dramatically, startling poor james behind him, “are you laughing at my perfect face, i can’t believe you!”
you shrieked, his hands tickling you all over, laughing at your desperate attempts to evade his fingers, wriggling like a worm all over the bed. you managed to land a slap at his arm, which only encouraged him further, cackling at your gasps.
you were saved when james rushed over, “i’ll save you, lovie!” he pounced onto sirius, tackling him before pinching at his waist, tickling him back. they rolled around on the floor, limbs flailing as they scrapped about.
seeing your chance, you scrambled over to remus whilst the others were distracted, seeking his comforting touch.
he opened his arms to you, corners of his mouth tipping upwards as he pulled you close and brought your legs into his lap, scarred hands massaging at your bare feet, thumbs pressing into the soles.
he didn’t bother speaking, knowing you wanted some down time. he leaned you both back fully, all curled up together, he ignored the others in favour of watching you, continuing his soft touches as he slowly lulled you to sleep, warm, near-bare body pressed to yours.
content warnings; fluff, r’s first kiss but not sirius’, kiss gets the teensiest bit heated at the end
notes; all likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3 :)
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the two of you were walking back after your first date, having confessed your mutual love for each other just a few days ago, hearts pounding in fear of rejection, and then in awe that you felt the same way. the date had consisted of spending the afternoon trailing around the shops in hogsmeade, before he’d bought you both a couple of butter beers at the three broomsticks, sitting together on one side of a booth with your thighs pressed tightly together.
now, you were walking back to the castle, wanting to make it back in time for dinner. the glittering snow crunched under your boots, breathing in the crisp air as a group of your classmates passed by. you and sirius were taking your time getting back, walking leisurely to try and make the date last a tiny bit longer, desperate for it to never end.
he’d intertwined your fingers early on in the date, craving the casual intimacy and wanting to break the ice a little. he’d barely let go of them all day, only reluctantly letting go when the aisles in a shop had been too narrow, and even then he’d complained dramatically about his hands freezing off without your warmth.
your gloved hands were now swinging between you, fingers clasped together, him occasionally using them to pull your body closer to his.
sneaking a quick look at him, you watched him as you walked, half listening to him talk about how he’d accidentally lobbed a book at a first year’s head the other day, when it had been intended for james’ “fat skull”.
his black curls were bound in a loose bun, thick strands falling from its tie, framing his sharp features, his pale skin smooth, nose slightly pink with cold. you thought to yourself that he somehow got prettier and prettier everyday, and you were still in slight disbelief that he liked you so much.
eventually getting back to the castle, you stepped through the fat lady’s portrait, the heat from the common room fireplace hitting you all at once, turning your once shivering form into a sweltering mess with all the thick clothing.
you scrambled to take off you coat, sirius copying your actions, leaving you in just your t-shirt and jeans. he took your coat from you, ignoring your protesting, slinging both of yours over his arm before reaching for your hand again.
you clung to him as you walked up the steps to the dorms, the hand not in his clutching at his bicep, nails softly digging into his skin.
you stopped outside your dorm, turning on your heels to face him. you were unsure on what happened now, hoping that he’d chose to kiss you, but not positive that he’d want that just yet.
he was closer than you’d expected him to be, cheeks heating as you wracked your brains for what to say, hoping that the little “hi,” you settle for isn’t too weird.
you’re instantly comforted by his warm chuckle, followed by his own, “hi, trouble. c’mere.”
you were tugged into him, lean arms surrounding you in a long hug, eyes fluttering shut in tranquility.
missing your face, he let go to admire you, the lavender eyeshadow you’d picked out enhancing your eye colour perfectly.
you paused, noting him watching you, panicking that you’d done something wrong, and he’d finally began to found you annoying.
“what?” you asked nervously, chewing the inside of your cheek.
he went to tell you ‘nothing’, his brain hardwired to refuse any kind of vulnerability, but saw the insecurity written on your face, evidently thinking some sort of awful, self-conscious thing about yourself, and instead decided to push himself, knowing you needed it.
“you’re just so pretty,”
relief flooded you, happy that he was still more than tolerating you, but cheeks heating as you quietly whined his name, staring at the ground to hide from his stare.
he ducked his head down, following your gaze and rubbed your arms, feeling your silken skin, fingertips dipping under the short sleeves of your t-shirt.
your hands rested against his chest, fingers subconsciously fisting the material there in order to keep him close.
“siri,” you whispered his name again, leaning in to him a little more.
his hands grasped your hot cheeks, gently tilting your head up to look at him, his face almost touching yours.
“i really wanna kiss you, puppy,”
“i don’t know how to,”
“it’s okay, i’ll show you,”
“yeah?”
“yeah,”
he finally closed to gap between you, rosy lips pressing against yours, soft pecks turning into long kisses, your mouth clumsily trying to follow his movements.
he smiled into you at your eagerness, whispers of gentle encouragement for you to slow down and enjoy it, before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, flicking it against yours when you gasped at the new sensation.
you tried your best to match his rhythm, but eventually relaxed into it and let it happen, the feeling of his hands on you calming you immensely.
it was all so innocent, and although your movements were a little clumsy, it was his favourite kiss by far. he could spend forever like this, and wished that he’d done it sooner, even if he knows that you needed the proper build up.
pulling back for air, you giggled as he trailed little kisses all over your face, lips making their way over your cheeks, up to your forehead and hairline, down to your chin and jaw.
setlling, he tilted his head to the side, nose pressing into your flushed cheek with one last kiss, chest still pressed to yours.
you brought your hands further up his body, toying with the loose strands of his hair, velvety wisps sliding through your fingers. you focused all of your energy on maintaining eye contact, trying and failing to not fluster under the intensity.
his focus flitted over your glossy lips, his spit pooling slightly in the corners of your mouth. you made a keening noise when he wiped it away, still a little dazed from the kiss.
“y’okay, baby?” he asked, fingers tracing over the slope of your nose, gliding down as you shivered and nodded. he thought his heart might explode with the way your wide eyes looked up at him, so saccharine and full of love.
“‘nother one, pretty please,”
“oh no! i’ve corrupted you, you’ve turned into a scoundrel!”
you shriek when he rubs his nose into your neck, giggling as his dark hair tickled the exposed skin, licking there just to tease you further.
he was ecstatic that you’d had the confidence to ask though, so he quickly indulged you, kissing you with a little more tongue than before. your breaths quickened, chest heaving with the effort as his hands began to slide down over your body, settling at your waist to pull you right into him.
sirius walked you backwards, seemingly wanting to press you into the door, but you gasped as you began to fall, door apparently not shut properly.
he caught you, wrapping his arms around you and making sure you were alright, brow furrowing with worry.
but, the sound of your roommates giggling interrupted him, making you flush again and bury your face in sirius’ chest, whining pitifully, and only made worse by his chest vibrating under you as he tried to hold back his own laughter.
content warnings; fluff, r sits in spencer’s lap, r is wearing makeup (at least eyeshadow and eyeliner)
notes; bit of an abrupt ending lol
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spencer was sat at his desk in his apartment, typing up a case report on his laptop after work when you came up to him. you slid your hands over his shoulders, before leaning down and hugging him from behind. he revelled in the weight of your head pressing into his neck, leaning his own into you slightly.
he noted that one of your hands was closed over something, but your fingers were too tightly wrapped around it for him to be able to get a good enough look and figure out what it was.
he tilted his head, kissing along your arm, gently nipping occasionally before muttering into your skin a soft, “hi, angel.”
you hummed, pulling away languidly then turning his wheelie desk chair around so that he was facing you. he reclined back, shifting his hips forward to accommodate for you. his lean arms wrapped around you snugly as you clambered on top of him, curling your legs underneath you and resting your head on his shoulder again.
your sweet apricot perfume wafted over him, he wasn’t usually a fan of fruity perfumes, finding that they tended to be a stronger scent and gave him migraines, but yours was a perfect blend on your skin. he breathed you in, fingertips running up and down your thigh soothingly.
“what you got there?” he queried.
you slowly unclenched your fingers, revealing a couple of pretty stones that sat on your palm. he took them gently, thumbing over the cool objects.
one was marbled with brown, orange and caramel swirling together, creating uneven stripes and loose spirals. it was covered in imperfections- chips and scratches lining it’s surface.
the other was a smokey grey, so shiny it was almost mirrored. it was very smooth, opposite of the first pebble with next to no marks.
they were both very pretty, and he thought that they were sort of like the two of you- one all shiny and polished, perfect- whilst the other was a little roughed up and tarnished. however, he knew you’d get upset if he told you this, always hating that he was so hard on himself.
“they’re for you, i found them when i was out on my walk. i washed them already, don’t worry,”
you fiddled with the end up his shirt, chewing your bottom lip nervously as your gaze flitted over his features, examining his expression.
“i love them, baby. thank you,” he smoothed over your hair, before gently cleaning up the smudged eyeliner that had begun to muddy your pretty pink eyeshadow, “i’ll cherish them forever.”
you hummed, visibly pleased and all sunny smiles as you looked up at him, basking under his loving touches.
“did you know that male penguins gift a pebble to someone they wish to mate?” he returned your gaze, veiny hand still holding your face, “it’s a sort of engagement ring for them.”
“i did not, that’s so cute. do you know why they do it?”
“i do! there’s not much research that’s been done on it, but it’s believed to be to show that the male penguin is capable of looking after the female, and any chicks they may have, as their nests are built from them, to keep them above any melting ice.”
“that can’t be very comfortable,”
he chuckled softly at your frown, adoring that you were fretting so much over penguins contentment. spencer bent his head down to kiss your chewed-up lips, laughing again when you flushed and quickly buried your head in his neck.
you were sat by the black lake with your friends, leaning back on your hands as you fretted about your rather long to do list for the day. james was sat next to you, watching you silently, just enjoying being near you, when he noticed you tensing up, expression going stern as your hands gripped at the grass beneath your fingertips.
you nearly jumped when james smoothed out the crease between your eyebrows with his thumb, gently stroking away the tension that resided there. you turned to face him, meeting his concerned expression with a lazy smile.
“please be less frowny, or you’re going to get premature wrinkles,”
“are you saying you won’t love me when i’m old and grey?” you pulled down under your eye, scrunching your face to make it look all wrinkled up.
“of course not, i’ll love you always, just worry about you,” he looked mildly crushed at the notion, making you melt at his lovely words as he pulled you by the hips to be closer, thighs pushed together.
you leant into him, pressing yourself into him as much as you could manage without attracting the attention of any suggestive comments from sirius. james welcomed the added weight without question, shifting to accommodate you as he wrapped his arms around you, cheek squished against your forehead.
fiddling with a button on his shirt, picking at the loosened threads with your nail as you nuzzled against him. he was so warm, always radiating heat, even in the depths of winter. and he smelt so good, the kind of smell that made your heart flutter and eyes droop whenever you smelt it, associating his scent with comfort and safety.
tilting your head back, you shoved your face further into his, giving him sweet butterfly kisses, causing him to laugh softly at the ticklish contact, turning to give you an actual kiss, one to your lips and then one to the tip of your nose.
“oi, stop being so disgusting,” sirius whined, tossing his head back dramatically, making you roll your eyes fondly, burying your burning face into james chest.
notes; kinda ignored the prompt, for once i didn’t do a hurt/comfort, even though that’s what i was supposed to do. oh well.
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passing streetlights illuminated the inside of the car in waves, flashes of light and dark. frank’s rough hand stroked your bare ankles, your feet in his lap as you sat sideways, watching him drive languidly.
he’d suggested a late night drive when you’d struggled to fall asleep, helping you into the car, both still in your pjs, before turning the radio on low and pulling onto the freeway, hoping that the soothing sounds of cars passing and quiet music would help lull you to sleep.
your eyes were beginning to sting, forcing you to blink rapidly to try and get rid of the discomfort, your head feeling heavy with its own weight.
“i think it’s working,” you said, giving him a sleepy smile when he looked over at you, his hand squeezing your leg.
“yeah? that’s good, baby. why don’t y’shut your eyes? just for a few minutes,”
“okay, but just for a bit,”
“that’s it, attagirl,”
frank had known you’d fight it, hoping he’d be able to trick you into falling asleep in the car. he smiled to himself as he saw your head tip back out of the corner of his eye, finally giving in to much needed rest.
humming quietly to the radio, he started making the slow drive home, avoiding any roads with sharp bends or uneven surfaces and occasionally making sure you were alright and still dozing.
once he’d pulled into your driveway, frank watched you for a little while, just taking in every little detail on your face, the way your hair fell over your cheek, the way your pouty lips were parted slightly, soft snores emitting from them.
you vaguely remember stirring to find yourself pressed against a hard chest, but quiet murmurs of reassurance had rumbled from it, quickly sending you back to a dreamless sleep.
content warnings; he squeezes and slaps your ass once, kissing and fluff
notes; for once i have nothing to say :)
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you were just finishing putting in your favourite earrings when the doorbell rang, nearly startling you into dropping the tiny butterfly backing.
it was date night, and aaron (as usual) had promised to pick you up after he finished work, telling you that the the location was a surprise, and to wear something that made you feel pretty.
you rushed to the door, pulling it open to find him stood there with a beautiful array of orchids, a mix dark purples and crisp white, all wrapped up neatly in baby pink tissue paper, a delicate ribbon tying it all together.
“hi sweetheart, got you these,”
you borderline dragged him inside, beaming up at him as you took the bouquet, clutching it to your chest as you inhaled the sweet floral scent.
“thank you, aaron. they’re gorgeous,”
“mm, much like you, this dress is perfect on you, baby,”
you flushed, spinning around to find a vase to put them in, almost stumbling in your hurry to hide away.
“what, no kiss? c’mere you,”
he followed you, arms wrapping around your waist to bring you close, leaning down to press sweet kisses on your lips, his tongue teasing at the opening of your mouth, pulling back before the two of you can get too carried away.
you whined quietly as he guided you to the kitchen, chuckling as he grabbed a crystal vase from your top shelf and half filling it with water. you carefully unravelled the ribbon and tissue paper, not wanting it to tear so that you could save some of it for your aaron box- a shoe box full of little tit bits that you’d been collecting since you first got together.
the paper fully removed, you found the stems already chopped at an angle and the leaves already stripped from the bottom half of each stem.
“you already prepped these?”
he nodded, opening the packet of flower food and emptying it into the vase, before gently placing the prepped flowers in, letting you fuss and arrange them the way you like.
“not much fun getting flowers when you have to do all the work, is it?”
you hugged him, pressing your face into his chest. you were still in disbelief that you’d bagged a man so thoughtful, so full of love for you that he’d do all the tedious jobs just to make your life easier.
“thank you,”
“none of that, now are you ready, sweet girl? i’ve been looking forward to this all week,”
“yes, i’m ready. are you really not even going to give me a hint on what our date is?”
he guided you back towards the front door, hand sliding down from your lower back to squeeze at your ass, “no i’m not telling you, now be patient. you only have to wait half an hour or so, honey,”
you sighed dramatically, giggling when he slapped your ass, running off towards the car at he grinned, following after you as usual.
content warnings; angsty fluff, panic attacks, minor and brief self harm (scratching at face and chest during panic attack), non-sexual nakedness
notes; ngl i kept forgetting that he was blind when i wrote this, so if you notice anything about him seeing smth, no you didn’t. very late bc i was v tired
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matthew wished that you weren’t like this, not out of any selfish wants, but because he couldn’t bare to see the petrified look on your face when your anxiety got the best of you, and your body shut down.
he’d gotten back late from patrolling as the devil, rushing home when he’d gotten close enough to hear your desperate gasps for breath and pounding heartbeat. he’d found you on your knees, upper body curled in on itself and hands clasped over your chest, trying to claw away the terror wracking over you.
he’d knelt down next to you, purposefully breathing loud and slow, hoping you’d eventually be able to copy his pattern. he hated the way his blood soaked hands tarnished your soft face, crimson smearing over salt-stained cheeks when he begged you to calm down, wanting you to focus on his face instead of whatever thoughts your anxiety had gripped its claws into tonight.
you blubbered out apologies, voice cracking as you begged for him to make it stop. you dug your sharp nails into your face, dragging them down to your chest, desperately attempting to bring yourself out of your panic with pain.
he quickly grasped your arms, large hands smothering yours, hoping that you’d use him instead. blood trickled from the thin cuts, split flesh reddening as you cried out, squirming in his hold.
“breathe with me, slowly, honey,”
he took a big, deep breath, counting the seconds in his head, before holding it for four, then exhaling. he repeated that over and over again, patiently waiting for you to copy him, squeezing your hands in gentle encouragement when you eventually did.
the two of you breathed together for a long time, your heart steadily calming down as shakes began to wrack your body, exhaustion flooding over you.
he never stopped the exaggeration of his breaths, waiting for you to be ready to move, knowing that any unwelcome touches or movements could set you off again, that you needed to be in control after going through something so debilitating, stripping you of all your power.
eventually, you lifted up slightly, only having enough energy to whisper a soft ‘bed please’, clinging desperately to him the best you could in your exhausted state.
he picked you up, careful to hold your head against his shoulder so you wouldn’t lull it backwards, walking over to his bed and placing you down on it. he could smell the iron on your clothing and skin, having transferred off of him.
he kept your same tone, quietly telling you that he was going to take off both your messy clothes, only continuing when you sleepily nodded your consent, hair mussing against the pillow.
he stripped you down completely, then himself before quickly wetting a washcloth in the bathroom, cooing when you whimpered your complaints of him leaving you.
dragging the warm, damp material across your skin, paying special attention to the scratches, wiping away the small droplets of blood that had collected along the lines. he watched some of the tension begin to ebb from your body, previously tense muscles slowly relaxing at the soothing motions, finally feeling safe and secure now that he’d returned home.
he barely bothered with cleaning himself up, deciding that he couldn’t bare to be so far from you for even a second longer, figuring that he could just wash the sheets later that day, after you’d had some much deserved rest.
he slid under the covers, bare skin pressed against yours, wrapping his strong arms around you. you sighed contentedly, breath warming his chest as you thoroughly attached yourself to him, snuggling forwards to make sure the two of you were as close as possible.
“thank you, matty,”
“it’s okay, always gonna protect my girl, even from herself,”
his hand stroked strands of hair out of your face, thumb sliding down the bridge of your nose, wincing inwardly at the feel of your inflamed skin, metallic scent clinging to the self-inflicted scratches.
kissing the top of your head, he encouraged you to lean into the crook of his neck, face pressed against the tender skin. he rubbed up and down your naked back, intently paying attention to the way your chest expands and contracts, listening to your soft breathing, silently praying that it wouldn’t begin to pick up again.
of course, he wished that you didn’t have to go through this, hating every second that you gasped for breath, despising that your mind was reeling with self-deprecating thoughts and worries of terrible things that most likely would never happen. but, he did selfishly love the moments after, where you were too tired to resist his doting on you, where you let him take care of you fully and you would spend hours wrapped up in his arms.
he fell asleep to your soft snores against his chest, limbs still entangled together as he heard the city begin to wake, falling into a deep slumber with nothing to worry about but you.
