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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 11 months

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What's the occasion?

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A/N: What this was supposed to be: A fluffy comfort fic about reader's husband taking care of her after a rough day/week/month. What this isn't: A fluffy comfort fic about read.... you get me.

What this somehow ended up being: A not-so-fluffy not-so-comfort (?) fic about reader's husband taking real good care of her after a rough day/week/month.

You're welcome, I think? (I honestly don't have a clue how this ended up being some of the smuttiest smut I've written to date... But it happened... I'm not even going to question it.)

Pairing: Syverson x reader (you)

Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI. oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex, Sy being all dominant and massive, some light (yes, really) throatfucking, hair pulling, manhandling. Some of this can probably be considered blasphemy.

Also, fair warning: this story contains a man doing household chores without having been (explicitly) asked to do so. Just... Bear with me. I know it's not realistic, but we're here to have fun, right?

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Parking your husband’s truck in your driveway is an absolute nightmare. It takes you twenty minutes and a breakdown – during which you fight yourself over whether or not to just go inside and ask him to park his stupid car for you – but you eventually manage. Now, it’s time to go inside, after the longest day at the office in the history of long ass days at the office, and do the six million other things that come for free with having a house, husband, and kids. Dishes. Laundry. Dinner. That stuff.

You toss your bag down on the bench next to the front door and put your coat on the overflowing coat rack six times – it keeps coming down because for some reason, your teen daughter owns 12 jackets, yet she still always asks to borrow yours seconds before telling you that all of your clothes suck – before you finally give up and leave it where it falls.

It takes you a minute to realize that you smell food. With three kids and your mountain of a husband, that can only really mean one thing: someone got hungry, your plans for dinner are now in ruins and your kitchen looks like an episode of Hoarders. And even though those are your expectations, your family still manage to exceed them every time, so God knows what you’re going to find when you round that corner and step into your kitchen...

It’s Sy. And it’s not just Sy, but it’s just Sy. Come to think of it... The whole house is suspiciously void of music, screaming or shoes scattered around for you to break your neck over.

“Where are the kids?” you ask as you walk towards Sy.

“With my mother,” he replies without turning around, “to be returned to us on Sunday night at eight, and not a second before then. Are ya goin' to make a habit of not sayin’ hello to me when you get home? ‘Cause I don’t care for it.”

“Well, excuse me for not taking the time out of my busy schedule for pleasantries, but I have a week’s worth of laundry to get to,” you snap. He doesn’t deserve it, you know that, but it’s the kind of day you’ve had, and... And it’s all on you again.

“Laundry’s done,” Sy says calmly, still not looking up from the lasagna he’s putting together.

“Oh,” you stammer. “Well, then I’ll just grab the vacuum and...”

“I did that, too.”

“Alright, I’ll give the garage a quick call to see if they can...”

“I changed the oil in your car this morning.”

“Groceries?”

“Done.”

“The bathroom?”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve obviously got a handle on dinner...” You have to admit it: you’re a little stumped. “What about...”

“Woman, if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ I didn’t do so you can blow up at me for it, I’ll just hand it to ya: I didn’t get to cleanin’ out the gutters today, so I’ll have to do that tomorrow.”

But you’re not planning on blowing up at him over anything...

“Well, hello Mr. Syverson,” you say, still completely in awe that your entire schedule for the night – and probably the whole weekend – just opened up. “Remind me... We got married in October, right?”

“Yes, Mrs. Syverson, we did.” He’s even less subtle than usual, skipping your hips and putting his hands on our ass right off the bat.

“So, what’s the occasion?” you chuckle. Sy pulls you in for a kiss, just passionate enough to leave you wanting more, but not so bad you beg him to take you right here on the kitchen counter. It’s a fine line, really. A tightrope you’ve tried to walk before, only to fall off on the wrong side and be late for yet another dinner with someone who was never going to be more important than having sex with your husband, anyway.

“The occasion is... You’re beautiful. You deserve it. You do so much for our family and somewhere along the lines I seem to have started takin’ that for granted. Take your pick, I’m sure there’s plenty more reasons to come up with.” He squeezes your ass. Hard. “This sensational ass could be the occasion?”

“You’re saying you got rid of the kids for the weekend and checked off my whole to do list to celebrate the existence of my ass?”

“Sugar, I celebrate the existence of that fine ass every damn day. Now, I’ve fallen a little behind on celebrating the existence of the woman attached to it... I’d like to make up for that.” There is absolutely no way you aren’t blushing right now. Sy doesn’t let go of you, but his hands move to your waist. You’re trying your best to not drown in his eyes, but you’ve been hopelessly lost in there for nearly twenty years. For a brief – but lovely – moment, you stand there, just holding each other and making eyes like you used to when you were young and in love. And young...

“This needs about half an hour in the oven, still, so how about I give you forty-five and you can take a nice, long shower?” Sy winks at you – or rather: tries to. “There’s something on the bed I’d love to take off of you later tonight, but I also understand if you just want to wear something comfortable.”

“Did you pick it?” you tease him.

“You’ll be more than happy to know that I did, but under the very strict supervision of Dana.” It seems like your dear husband has finally learned how to use the fact his best friend’s wife works in a lingerie store to his advantage… Took him long enough.

“Right on time,” Sy says as you step into the kitchen. You take the glass of wine he’s holding out to you and take a sip.

“Mmm...” The sound you make is almost a moan. One look at the bottle on the table tells you this is a really nice wine – one from a price range you can’t afford to shop at...

“Gift from a client. Walker said I could take it. I guess his wine cellar doesn’t fit any more.” Sy pulls you in for a hug. It doesn’t last long, but it’s nice, very nice.

Dinner is amazing. Sy is a great cook – when given means, motive, and opportunity – and he has prepared three courses of absolute heaven. He only has to assure you twice that the price of the ingredients won’t put your family in financial ruin.

You’re halfway through dessert – a deliciously indulgent, rich chocolate mousse you’re fairly sure he made from scratch – when you realize something.

“You can’t have done all the laundry. We don’t have the space to hang all of that...”

“I fixed the dryer,” Sy interrupts, “I’m sorry I only did that after it became a problem to me, personally.”

“That’s alright...”

“No, it ain’t,” Sy grins. He knows you.

“Very well, then. I accept your apology. You’re forgiven.” You remember the moment you knew you were going to marry this man: right after your first fight – he had been wrong, although you can’t remember what he’d been wrong about. It had had something to do with your mother. Either way, right after that fight, he’d apologized, and for some reason the lack of excuses had made you want to jump him right where you were standing. You’d almost broken up with him when you realized you weren’t half as good at apologizing as he was.

“Alright, well,” Sy smirked, still. It was incredibly attractive, and at least as annoying. “I was planning on makin’ up for that, but now that I don’t have to…” His voice trailed off for a moment before you gently nudged his leg with your foot.

“How about we finish this bottle upstairs?” You don’t need to tell him twice: he’s on his feet before you even finish the sentence.

“You go ahead, Sugar,” he says before kissing you as gently as a giant like him can muster, “I’ll make sure this kitchen is spotless before I come up.”

“Oh, Mr. Syverson, you are killing me.”

“Oh,” Sy adds with a grin on his face, “and you were right. The vacuum cleaner sucks, we need a new one.”

“Say that again…”

“The vacuum cleaner sucks?” He knows damn well which part you’re referring to. That wasn’t it.

“Before that.”

“Ah. You were right.”

“You have ten minutes to get to bed, or I’m starting without you,” you tease, knowing very well he wouldn’t mind one bit if you did start before he got there.

Sy is impatient as ever when he finally steps into your bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head before the door even shuts behind… Alright, maybe the door doesn’t close because he just leaves it wide open.

“Sy! Close the door!” you shriek, but he just takes a few more steps until he’s right next to the bed.

“Why? Kids ain’t home. We’re alone, we don’t need to close the door,” he says as he pushes you back onto the mattress. “We don’t gotta be quiet, either.” With a devilish grin on his face, he kisses you. First your lips, then your neck. His beard doesn’t tickle – not after all these years. He shaved it off once, only to immediately get on growing it back, because you wouldn’t give him any. You move your hands through the hair on his chest while Sy roughly pulls your shirt over your head. He groans appreciatively when the bra he picked out for you appears.

“Do you like it?” he asks. He doesn’t have the greatest track record when it comes to picking stuff that’s actually to your tastes, but you’d be lying if those items didn’t have their own special little drawer – that you definitely haven’t opened in far too long…

“I do,” you purr into his ear, biting your lip when he grinds his hips into you. He’s hard, seeking friction, release. You love when he gets this worked up over you. “You did a good job.”

“Hm,” he growls, “I didn’t like it at first. Thought it was kinda boring.” That’s not what you want to hear… It’s a good thing he opens his mouth again to continue: “But now that it’s your tits in there… Can’t decide if I wanna keep it on ya or rip it off…” To your surprise, he opts for the former, making sure to kiss every inch of skin that’s newly available to him as he makes his way down your stomach, dragging you to the edge of the bed as he goes along.

He can do it within minutes. Making you come on his tongue, that is. He never does, because the smug fucking bastard likes teasing you too much to ever give you what you want – nay, need – that quickly. That patience, however, is nowhere to be found when it comes to taking your clothes off. He admires you and your new underwear for maybe five seconds, and then your panties are somewhere in the room. No, you don’t care where, exactly.

“Fuck, Sugar, you’re beautiful,” Sy growls from between your legs. “I’ve missed this sweet little cunt.” His words used to startle you so bad you asked him to stop talking multiple times when you’d first started going out. Now, they just make you blush, and they make you wet, and that’s all that you need from him right now. Sometimes, you’re still grateful for the moments he can’t speak – when his mouth is otherwise occupied, so to speak. It’s the moaning, and growling, and the grunts and obscene slurping – hideous word, but sadly the only applicable description – sounds that get you. It’s the pleasure, and the way he knows exactly how and when and where to move his tongue to make you squirm, moan, and scream in his strong arms. Unfortunately, he still isn’t exactly at that point. He’s still teasing, and you’re still whining, and no one is coming.

In no time, you’re going nuts. It’s not bad enough to speak up. And by that you mean: beg him to finally eat you in that way you both know makes you see stars and seek God and scream His name – or Sy’s, but what difference does that make, anyway? Instead, he keeps you right there, at the point where you’re just invested enough in the fantastic feeling that you want to be consumed by it, but it just isn’t enough to keep you from getting distracted. By the feeling of his beard against the inside of your thighs. By the fact that your panties somehow ended up on the lamp on his bedside table. By the gentle pulsing of the vein in his forearm your finger currently rests on. And he keeps you there, and keeps you there until you’ve almost convinced yourself you’ve gotten so used to this – to him – that he can’t do it anymore, forgetting that he really isn’t even trying. That twenty years of ‘this’, whatever the fuck that may mean, just means that he’s found so many different ways to take care of you that he couldn’t go through all of them in one night even if you could physically take it, simply because he’d run out of time before he made it halfway through the list.

And when you get there, to that point where you start thinking he might just not be as good as he used to, you’ve lost. Because from then on, it’s a minute. Thirty seconds. Maybe even twenty, or ten, or less – not that you’d know, because you couldn’t count to three anymore if you tried.

“Darlin’, you taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he mutters, never taking his lips off your skin completely. His fingers tease your entrance, pads coarse and calloused. It appears that, even after all these years, you still haven’t learned that if your mouth won’t beg, your body will. Unconsciously, you angle your hips, lean into his touch, use your legs to pull him closer – and he answers. As always. Sy knows what you want, and he doesn’t think twice to give it to you, even if – possibly especially when – what you really want isn’t what you think you want. He’ll know, just like he’ll know exactly when his name is on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be released along with everything he’s building up inside of you.

A loud moan escapes you when his fingers curl inside you, diligently working the perfect spot while his tongue laps at your clit, looking for the perfect move, speed, pressure, everything, until you shriek the words ‘oh God, Sy, don’t stop’, or you gasp, or moan – or one of the million other ways in which you tell him what needs done without saying a single word. And he doesn’t stop. Not until he unravels you completely. Not until you remember why you normally close and lock that door and keep quiet. Not until you know with every fiber of your being that he holds back, and he reminds you of everything he’s capable of.

When he comes back up, caging your body in between his strong arms and broad chest, pinning you down on the mattress, you hope he’s had enough time to catch his breath, because you immediately pull him into a long, deep kiss that says more than just ‘I missed you’. If it was at all possible to stress every syllable of a sentence, now would be the time. But who’s got time for talking when that impatient bulge grinds between your legs, the heavy, coarse fabric of Sy’s jeans harsh against your sensitive skin.

You push against his shoulders – it’s usually pointless, but he seems to have grown at least as impatient as you have, so he gets up. Four hands reach for his belt. You always make a great team, but this is madness, and neither of you are surprised you don’t get anything done this way.

“Move those hands if you wanna keep ‘em, Syverson,” you say with a sly smile on your face. He grits his teeth when you look up at him – it’s one of the things you know he loves to hate, because it drives him insane, and he doesn’t like that. Sy wants to be in control. Tough luck. Getting him naked is child’s play now that his hands aren’t in the way anymore, and you can’t stifle an appreciative moan when his cock appears in front of you.

“I’m not saying I married you for this big dick, but it didn’t hurt your chances.” You bite your lip and look up at him. The amusement at your words fades off his face within seconds, making room for something darker and more sinister than you usually get to see.

“If you can use that mouth to talk, you can use it to suck my cock,” he says. You’ve played this game a thousand times, yet you’re still stupid enough to open your mouth in protest, and he seizes the opportunity. “That’s a good girl.” There’s a hint more… savagery to his naturally dark and gravelly voice than you’re used to hearing under normal circumstances. It’s a possessive, almost animalistic sound. It’s something that used to scare you when you were first going out. Something he didn’t let you get too closely acquainted with until he knew for sure he could trust you with that side of him – the side of him that sometimes just loves to shove his cock down your throat in one smooth thrust until you’re gagging and fighting back tears. Tonight is exactly the night you want every inch of him in the exact way you haven’t had him in for the longest time.

Your eyes beg, and once again he listens. How one man can be made up of so many contradictions, is something you’ve accepted you might never find out. ‘He gently fucks your throat.’ It sounds completely insane, but it’s possible. And you know it’s possible, because it’s happening. To you. Right now. If that weren’t the case, you probably wouldn’t have believed it yourself. He’s kind and ruthless at the same time, moving in and out of your mouth with controlled movements while moans and profanities escape him with reckless abandon. His hand is tangled in your hair, gathering a good portion of it in his fist, gripping just tight enough to remind you he’s there, but not so tight you’re in pain.

“God, baby, I love fucking this pretty li’l mouth of yours,” he says, teeth gritted, eyes closed, and the expression on his face warped in such a way that tells you it’s taking everything he’s got to keep whatever composure he has left at this stage. “But I gotta tell ya,” he continues as his breathing grows more and more ragged, a low growl barely audible on the exhale, “this ain’t what I need right now.”

He effortlessly tosses you back onto the mattress, finding his way between your legs in no time.

“Baby, I want you,” he growls before he kisses you again. “I need you. Need your tight, wet, fucking pussy around my cock right now.” He doesn’t move away from you much as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders. He’ll be deep, too deep, maybe, and you know you’ll regret this in the morning – but what good has regret ever done anyone, anyway? As he pushes into you, you realize he’s on his last bit of restraint. You take one last good look at him, because after this, it’s going to hurt so good you won’t be able to keep your eyes open for so much as a split second.

“Careful,” you chuckle, already far more out of breath than you like to admit, “you’re too much for me.”

“What’re’ya talkin’bout, woman?” Sy grumbles. “I know you can take me.” He’s not wrong. Exhibit A would be the fact that he buried his cock in your tight pussy with that one, agonizingly slow thrust. The next one is neither slow, nor even remotely as gentle, making you moan as you pull his face down to yours and kiss him. Your legs are trembling on his shoulders within minutes, and you find yourself chanting his name religiously – making it just about the only thing in your life you’ve done in that particular manner.

“Good God, you’re amazing,” Sy growls in your ear as he bottoms out with every erratic thrust. You watch as his jaw clenches when you dig your nails into the flesh of his back, careful to avoid the scars – an unwelcome souvenir from his time in the army. Most of the memories of the times you accidentally caught one in the heat of the moment have faded away by now. It hasn’t happened in years. You could draw a map of his back: every muscle, every scar, every mark on his skin is etched into your brain, and will stay there until the day you die. He’s yours every bit as much as you’re his, although he likes to put a little more emphasis on the latter.

“Want me to fuck another baby into you?” Hearing him say that makes you realize how incredibly happy you are that he can’t make good on that threat anymore. Sy hadn’t been happy when you’d informed him that you were bestowing upon him the incredible responsibility of contraception after having baby number three, but appointments were made, surgeries were had and all was right with the world. He’d only pouted and moaned about shooting blanks for about six months until things went back to normal.

“Do your worst, big guy,” you tease. You heard his breathing when he asked his question, felt the sheen of sweat covering his whole, massive body as he continued pounding you into the mattress with the same relentless pace as before, only slightly wavering in rhythm… You pull him close, gritting your teeth to get through the cramp in your leg as the weight of Sy’s body forces your legs closer to yours. “Fill me up.”

“That was mean,” Sy mutters, out of breath.

“As if you would have lasted any longer!” you say as you slap him in the face with a pillow. “I was about to tap out, anyway.” Not one word of that is a lie. You wouldn’t have walked for a week if you’d let him keep going. It really was a good thing he was a little on edge already…

“Fine, woman, have your victory,” he growls as he pulls you into his arms and lifts you off the bed. “Ready for another shower?”

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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meraxesmoon · 7 months

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Heyy! Can u do Sanzu x teen!fem!reader with daddy issues who looks up to him! (It’s been kinda rough at home lately and this would cheer me up!)Tyy

warnings: yandere content, platonic relationships, me pushing the dad! sanzu agenda again, tw for an abusive dad, trauma responses, it's giving geralt and cirri from the witcher

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There's a lot to admire about Sanzu Haruchiyo, despite what others outside of Bonten say of him. He's loyal, trustworthy (if he trusts you), and he's protective of those he cares about. He may be terrifying to most, but there are a select few that can tolerate Haruchiyo, despite his many flaws and erratic behavior.

So, you can imagine his surprise when Mikey shows up with a roughed up little girl, and she immediately takes a liking to him.

Sanzu doesn't know the full story, all he got from his King was that her father was an abusive piece of shit and she had somehow come into Mikey's care. That most likely meant that her 'father' was dead, and now she was Bonten's kid. Their dynamic starts off rocky, because when she's first brought home, (Name) is terrified, of men especially. Mikey basically hands her over to Sanzu and Kakucho when he's away, they're her main caretakers.

(Name), through the years, becomes especially close with Sanzu and follows him around like a baby duckling. She admires him highly and believes him to be high above men.

I imagine that she doesn't call him dad or anything, but it's pretty known that this is Sanzu's kid. He teaches her how to wield a katana and self-defense. Obviously, he tries to keep his less savory hobbies away from her, but it's like a found family.

Dad! Sanzu is the best!

the way i ran to write this omgggg

i would hug you if i could bby <3

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peyton-warren · 9 months

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Blinded by the Fog Chapter 9

Characters: Reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3686 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. You will need tissues according to my beta. Guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, adorably adorablness and sickeningly sweet Sy. Summary: Reader and Sy have their first official date.

Author's Note: So many people to thank for this one. Thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the beta and for helping me through some rough spots in this. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @sarahdonald87 and @geralts-yenn for listening to me whine about this chapter their support.

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Chapter 8 The following night you put your car into park next to Sy’s truck in his driveway a few minutes before you were scheduled to arrive for your first official date. You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, looking for imperfections for the thousandth time even though Aaran Syverson had already seen you at one of the lowest moments in your entire life just a few short weeks ago and still wanted to see you tonight.

Flipping your visor back in place, you reached for the handle of the door, reminding yourself and the nervous butterflies that this was your idea. Last night after you had assured Madre that you had made it home safe and sound, Sy and you talked more about apprehensions you both had and what you both wanted moving forward. And it was quickly but delicately decided you would try actually dating. That alone made you feel like a teen again, filled with excitement about seeing Sy in a more intimate way and also supplied you with dread at attempting to date in a town that seemed to be overstocked with people who knew about your recent loss. You knew it was absurd to assume everyone who might see the two of you out together would think you were the world’s worst widow, but your brain would not let that possibility go. Sy’s compromise was to have your first official date at his house the following night, he would cook for you. This plan seemed simple enough. The perfect combination of everyone’s wishes. But you couldn’t help the nerves now that it was here as you approached his front door, fidgeting with the skirt of your new dress for the millionth time.

The new dress..... The one you had run off over an hour away to purchase this morning, deeming everything in your closet to be too tied to your husband, unable to shake the feeling you were cheating on Jake by agreeing to see Sy. If you had new clothes, clothes your husband had never seen, never touched, it would make this semi-okay in your brain. And speaking of never touched, you also took it upon yourself to buy yourself new lingerie. You blushed hotly at the thought of the pastel purple set you were currently wearing under your dress. You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to sleep with Aaran yet, but if it came up - excuse the pun- you were certain new undergarments should eliminate a portion of your hesitation.

As you reached the door, you raised your hand to knock, only to have it opened before your knuckles could touch the painted surface. You jumped, squeaked, and nearly dropped one of your gifts in your hands as you hid the second one behind your back with a rustle. “Oh hi!” you tried to sound casual and normal as you looked up at your host leaned against his door. And as your eyes flowed over him from toe to head, all rational thought disappeared from your brain, and you are fairly certain you need a bib.

Dressed in jeans and dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and barefoot, Aaran exuded comfort and confidence all in one, something you wished you could say you felt at the same time. Your eyes landed on his sparkling blue ones as he finished his own perusal of you, making you flush as his eyes crinkle in the corner as his smile widened.

“You look lovely,” he assured you, gesturing for you to step over the threshold by opening the door wider and stepping back with a nod.

Flustered, your eyes flitted around to find a safe place to land that was not on Sy as you entered his home. “Oh, I brought you these,” you stuttered, holding the hand not behind your back to offer him the six-pack of his favorite beer. As his fingers brushed yours in the handle, you gasped, and looked up at him, his eyes trained on your face, the look both adoring and curious.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice comforting and alluring, and seeming to flow over you in a way that it had not just a few days ago, seeming to almost coat your soul.

Self-consciously, your hand dropped from the handle, choosing to grip the side of your skirt. “You’re welcome. Oh and you look nice too,” you admitted, your voice just this side of stuttering. You suddenly felt very silly about your second gift for Sy, realizing what you thought might be a fun and playful gesture might not come across that way. You felt self conscious and awkward as he waited expectantly for your final reveal.

On your way to his house when you stopped to grab the beer, you stood by the display filled with bouquets of flowers, partly thinking it would be a cute idea, that he would likely do the same if he showed up at your house to pick you up for a real first date instead of this hiding away game you were forcing the two of you to play because of your own insecurities about being recently widowed. You had stood before the display trying to pick out the perfect bunch. You wondered if Sy even had a favorite flower. And if he did what would it be. Are there any flowers Texas was known for? And you realized quickly you didn’t know much about Texas or the man you were joining for dinner.

“I have to get back to cooking,” Sy said softly, breaking you from your thoughts. “Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. “A beer?” He raised the bottles in his hand with a soft smile, before wandering toward the kitchen at a slow pace, half watching you.

“Water is great and I know where it is,” you insisted.

“Nonsense,” he insisted, popping the beers in the fridge and pausing at the stove to stir something. “Let me get it for you, grab a seat.”

You entered his kitchen to be greeted by familiar lovely smells. “Oh my god, is that-“ you paused, smelling again, craning your neck to look at the stove from the doorway.

Sy’s face broke into a broader smile from the sink “It is. I remembered how much you liked it when I made it for you a few weeks ago,” he stated, settling a glass of water near the stools at the breakfast bar.

Your smile matched his as you watched him turn back to the stove. “It smells as amazing as I remember. Can I do anything to help?”

Sy glanced over his shoulder at you, a calming looking on his face. “You can sit there and tell me about your day,” he insisted.

You glanced at the stools and then recognized you still held your other hand behind your back. “Hey before I do that, do you have a vase?” The eyebrow of meow appeared again and coasted high on his forehead. “A vase?” he asked questionably, still looking at you from over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you responded, blushing.

He dropped the spoon to the stove top and nodded, licking his thumb and forefinger. You couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on his tongue and lips as he made a soft, subtle smacking noise. “I do,” he admitted, heading towards you, noting the look on your face with a small smirk. You stood frozen in place as he got within an arm's reach, all the while his eyes were trained on yours. At the last moment before he would have bumped into you, he sidestepped, brushing his arm against the one you had tucked behind your back, a half-attempt to look at what you had hidden, as if he didn’t have a clue after your one question. “But there’s a problem,” he softly admitted, as you turned, keeping your front facing him while bending your body back to keep his last gift out of his view. He walked into a small room off of the kitchen that you had not ventured into during your last visit, and you followed through the open folded french doors. On the other side was a small but well appointed dining room, and in the middle of it sat a beautifully set table, including a vase in the center filled with simple daisies with a few peace roses speckled throughout them, complementary greens in between and flowing from a glass vase.

You let out a small gasp, with a soft smile. “Those are lovely,” you admitted, mentally comparing them to the grocery store tulips behind your back.

“We can find a glass for the ones you are hiding.” Sy teased, making you awkwardly offer them to him. “They are lovely too,” he told you, taking them from you, before kissing your cheek. “You are so sweet to bring them.”

With your skin tingling from his affections, you shrugged. “They are just-”

With a gentle look over his shoulder, Sy cut you off. “The first flowers anyone ever gave me,” he amended. “And I love them, thank you.”

Following him back into the kitchen, you watched as he grabbed a tall pint glass from the cupboard before glancing at the stove. “Could you do the honors?” he asked, gesturing to the flowers he had laid on the counter by the sink. “I need to finish dinner.”

“Oh of course of course!” You slipped your shrug off, draping it over a chair as you moved quickly to the sink as he headed to the stove. “I need a sharp knife,” you stated after looking at the bottom of the stems realizing they were dry and likely not getting any water.

Sy didn’t move from his spot but gave you directions to find a knife to your liking. The kitchen filled with comfortable silence along with the soft music coming from somewhere, you finally realized Sy had music playing throughout the house since you stepped foot into the house. You usually were the same though lately you had forgone music in your everyday life because every song seemed to remind you of Jake or another Loser. Soon you found yourself moving to Stone Free, humming along with the Hendrix song as you trimmed the ends of the flowers, placing them in the glass filled with water one by one. If you weren’t mistaken, you might have caught Sy watching you from the stove as he filled bowls and plates with your meal.

As you put the last bloom into the glass, the song changed and your face lit up. “I haven’t heard this song in ages,” you lamented as Mick Jagger began singing about being free to do what he wants, any old time. Setting the makeshift vase and its contents on the counter closer to the stove, you sang softly with Jagger as you turned to look at Sy only to find him right next to you. With a growing grin on his face, he reached for you, and pulled you into his arms, one winding around your back. Biting your lip you looked up at him while you slid your hand into his. With very little effort, Sy carefully danced you between the counter and the center island of his kitchen. Eyes always on yours, he led you into the open space of the foyer, making your smile widen as you followed his lead through the house.

'Cause I'm free

To do what I want

Any old time

Sy spun you, extending his arm for you to step out away from him before drawing you back in, pulling your body flush to his. With a smirk, he leaned you over, dipping you as the song ended, making your face burst with a smile and a blush. He held you there for a second, your chests slightly pressed together, your breathing heavier than normal, staring in each other's eyes. After a moment’s pause, Sy opened his mouth. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly.

Without a second thought, you simply nodded. “Then I think you should,” you barely whispered, your heart all but bursting from your chest as Sy leaned in to kiss you. You eagerly met his lips as he pulled you into a standing positions, his hands now sitting on your spine, holding you close to him as one of your hands threaded itself through the hairs on the back of his neck, a couple of the fingers on the other hand gently gripping at the front of his shirt, sliding around one of the buttons. Standing on your tiptoes, your lips melded with his. At first the kiss was gentle and sweet but as Sy’s lips parted, and his tongue stroked across your lower lip, the temperature shifted. All thought disappeared from your brain, the world disappeared, all concerns about the impropriety of this flew out the window as your tongues stroked over each other and your breathing increased. Sy’s hand slid up your back to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, your fingers almost matching in pressure as your kiss continued to escalate, getting lost in each other until you heard an annoying buzzer sound from the kitchen.

Sy pressed his forehead to yours after pulling his mouth away, but made no move to detangle himself from you. “Dinner’s gonna get cold,” he admitted.

Your eyes stayed closed as you shrugged, not wanting to move. “What’s ‘dinner’?”

He guffawed before kissing your nose. “God you are adorable.” Your grin widened as you blinked your eyes open, looking at him as he slowly released you. Not letting go of your hand, he led you back into the kitchen. “Can I help get this to the table?” you asked.

Within a few minutes, the two of you were seated at the table. This was far from the first meal you had shared, but looking around the table you couldn't help but feel a bit flushed and giddy at the measures Sy had taken for this first date. The butterflies were still fluttering in your stomach but they had settled some as you began to eat, chatting about your day, about work, about your lives. All these things were not new topics for the two of you to share, but it felt different, more open, more sincere.

After dinner, Sy filled your wine glass with water and a pretty slice of lemon before leading you out into his backyard. There was a cute little setting around a fire pit, a smattering of chairs, and benches, and the pit looked like it was ready to be sparked to life with just a single match. Overhead were Edison bulbs strung through the trees, giving the faintest of lights.

You followed him down the slate path, bare feet feeling the residual warmth the stones still held from the disappeared sun. As you settled into the settee, Sy made quick work with the fire, as you had predicted and joined you. Without a second thought you curled into him, pressing yourself to his side, your head landing on his chest, your hand on his ribs. At first he extended his arms outward, almost surprised by your actions, but he quickly recovered, draping one arm over your back and shoulder, curling his hand over your upper arm. His other arm came to rest on his thigh, while he pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “This ok?” You asked after a moment.

Sy chuckled. “More than ok, hun. More than.” He squeezed you tighter against him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

You gently shrugged, eyes focused on the dancing flames in front of you. “I don’t know. Because you’ve been sending me different messages.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “One second you are looking at me like I’m the only woman on the planet, and the next you are pouring me a glass of water so I’m sober enough to go home.”

“First of all, tonight you are the only woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned,” he admitted into your hair. “Secondly,” he paused as he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you firmer to him. “You are going home tonight.” His arms tightened as you stiffened against him, your hand landing on his chest to push away from him, as if he just insulted you by making decisions for you. “This is our first date,” he reminded you. “It wouldn’t be proper or right for anything else to happen except a lovely kiss goodnight at my door.”

Your brain warred for a few moments. Both touched and annoyed at his thoughts. “But what if I wanted more?” you ask even though you honestly didn’t know if you wanted more than what he was extending to you tonight. You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought about what sex with Sy would be like. But you also knew you were terrified at taking that next step with him. In your mind, that direction was a huge step towards getting over Jake. And you weren’t sure you wanted to get over him yet. You weren’t ready to assign him to your past, put him on a shelf. He was, is, forever will be part of you.

You felt Sy kiss the top of your head, followed by a scruffy peck on your forehead. His hand cupped you under the chin, turning you to look up at him. He skimmed his hand over your cheek, catching tears on his thumb, tears you didn’t even know you had cried. “Because this,” he held up his damp digit. “Tells me you are just as scared as I am by the next step.”

Your eyes fly from his hand to meet his blue eyes in the shadows cast by the fire light, confused and a little stung by his words. “You are scared of sleeping with me?”

Sy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. He tightened his hold on you, his hand landing on your cheek again. “Yes and no,” he admitted, his eyes slowly opening. You could see so much swirling in there, wishing you could read them. “I am partly scared I will wind up just being the man who helps you get over the heartbreak of losing Jake. That I’m the one who’s gonna put you back together only for you to find someone else when you are whole again.” His words stung hard, piercing through your heart.

“I am not asking you to put me back together,” you assert, pulling back from him. You fully extract yourself from him. “I can do that on my own. I thought this was something more than just that.” Abruptly you stood, making to move around him, intent on grabbing your things and going. You didn’t need his pity date.

“Sugar no,” he expressed, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back. He turned on the seat to face you, his legs on either side of you as you stood, arms crossed, staring at the house, not at him. “This is more than that. So much more than that,” he assured you, dropping his arm from your waist. His hand reaches for your arm, gently tugging it from your chest, sliding his hand up your forearm to twine your fingers with his. After a few silent moments, he sighed. “I’m just scared,” he admitted. “Very scared. Of losing you mostly. You are the best thing to happen to me. Your pain and your struggles only highlight how incredible you are. I’m scared you are going to get through the pain of losing Jake, and realize I was just something to hold onto so you didn’t lose yourself while you were healing.” You turned to look at him as his voice cracked. “That I was a mistake.”

Tears in his eyes were your undoing, the hurt you felt disappeared. Cupping his cheek, you stepped forward. “Never a mistake, Sy,” you assured him. “Never.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and hips and drew you close to him. He pressed his face to your belly as your hand landed on his head. “You have been my light, my guiding light as I work through all this. No matter how this works out between us, I will never think of you as a mistake.”

The two of you stayed like that for an untold amount of time, your hand flowing over his shaved head. His face stuffed into your belly, your thighs pressed to his chest as you stared into the stars beyond the tree limbs surrounding you. Sy felt right in a way that even Jake never did.

With guilt you looked up into the sky, hoping Jake could forgive you for that. You loved him, still loved him so so much. But what you had found with Sy was different, more supportive, more mature, more fulfilling. You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you stared at the stars, remembering the first time you saw the milky way was with Jake, remembering that your first time for a lot of things was with Jake, remembering there was going to be no more first times with Jake.

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, Sy drew you into his lap, settling back on the sofa. Your knees landed on the cushion on either side of his hips as you allowed yourself to be manhandled into his embrace. You both buried your faces into each other's neck. It was only then that you realized you were crying, nay sobbing. You clung to Sy as rough as he clung to you, the two of you riding this emotional roller coaster together but separate. But most importantly together. Together you could weather whatever was thrown at you. With him at your side, you could face your fears of the unknown, of the changes that you were going to meet. You knew you could do it alone but you also knew you didn’t have to as long as he was around.

Authors Note 2: The first time reader saw the milky way with Jake can be seen here.

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freddieslater · 9 months

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Fandoms + Ships (for Prompt Purposes)

As I like to reblog prompts a lot but have the annoying little habit of jumping ship on a fandom fast than a pirate invasion, I decided it is finally time I make an official list, which will be constantly updated as I develop new interests! If there’s a ship you want to request but it isn’t here, just ask and I’ll let you know where I stand with it!

The Hunger Games

• Everlark (Katniss/Peeta)

• Finnick/Annie

• Haymitch/Effie

• Katniss/Madge

Future Man

• Josh Futturman x Reader

Burn

• Billy x Reader

HSMTMTS

• Caswen (Ricky/EJ)

• Portwell (EJ/Gina)

• Mashlynn (Maddox/Ashlynn)

• Ricky/Jet

The Vampire Diaries

• Stelena (Stefan/Elena)

• Mattlena (Matt/Elena)

• Tylena (Tyler/Elena)

• Elenijah (Elijah/Elena)

• Barolena (Bonnie/Caroline/Elena)

• Stexi (Stefan/Lexi)

• Denzo (Damon/Enzo)

• Forwood (Tyler/Caroline)

• Maroline (Matt/Caroline)

• Bamon (Bonnie/Damon)

• Bamenzo (Bonnie/Damon/Enzo)

• Carenzo (Caroline/Enzo)

• Dalijah (Damon/Elijah)

• Parkwood (Tyler/Liv)

• Klayley (Klaus/Hayley)

Legacies

• Handon (Hope/Landon)

• Jandon (Josie/Landon)

• Henelope (Hope/Penelope)

• Hizzie (Hope/Lizzie)

• Kizzie (Kaleb/Lizzie)

• Methan (MG/Ethan)

• Ked (Kaleb/Jed)

• Dark!Jobastian (Dark!Josie/Sebastian)

• Landizzie (Landon/Lizzie)

Teen Wolf

• Sciles (Scott/Stiles)

• Scydia (Scott/Lydia)

• Mccallinski (Lydia/Scott/Stiles)

• Stalia (Stiles/Malia)

• Malydia (Malia/Lydia)

• Stira (Stiles/Kira)

• Scira (Scott/Kira)

• Liason (Liam/Mason)

• Allydia (Allison/Lydia)

• Allerica (Allison/Erica)

• Berica (Boyd/Erica)

• Malisaac (Malia/Isaac)

• Lydora (Lydia/Cora)

• Allora (Allison/Cora)

• Scanny (Scott/Danny)

• Malira (Malia/Kira)

The Witcher

• Yennskier (Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Geraskerer (Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Raskier (Radovid/Jaskier)

• Trennefer (Triss/Yennefer)

• Geralt/Triss

EastEnders

• Frobby (Bobby/Freddie)

• Chryed (Christian/Syed)

• Ballum (Ben/Callum)

• Sukeve (Suki/Eve)

• Ben Mitchell/Kheerat Panesar

• Jack Branning/Michael Moon

• Whitney Dean/Chelsea Fox

• Whitney Dean/Lauren Branning

• Lauren Branning/Peter Beale

• Lauren Branning/Lucy Beale

• Peter Beale/Fatboy

• Zack Hudson/Martin Fowler

• Zack Hudson/Felix Baker

• Anna Knight/Bernie Taylor

• Stacey Slater/Danielle Jones

• Peter Beale/Tamwar Masood

• Darren Miller/Tamwar Masood

• Tamwar Masood/Afia Khan

• Masood Ahmed/Jane Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale/Freddie Slater

• Linda Carter/Alfie Moon

Friends

• Roey (Rachel/Joey)

• Chanoey (Chandler/Joey)

Stranger Things

• Elmax (El/Max)

• Elumax (El/Lucas/Max)

• Byclair (Lucas/Will)

• Byler (Will/Mike)

• Ronance (Robin/Nancy)

• Steddie (Steve/Eddie)

Glee

• Blam (Blaine/Sam)

• St. Hudson (Finn/Jesse)

• Tike (Tina/Mike)

• Quinntana (Quinn/Santana)

• Pezberry (Santana/Rachel)

• Quinncedes (Quinn/Mercedes)

• Sike (Sam/Mike)

• Jarley (Jake/Marley)

• Kurtbastian (Kurt/Sebastian)

The Flash

• Barrisco (Barry/Cisco)

• Snowbarrisco (Caitlin/Barry/Cisco)

• WestStein (Joe/Martin)

• Superflash (Barry/Kara)

• Thallen (Barry/Eddie)

•Westthallen (Iris/Barry/Eddie)

• Westhawne (Iris/Eddie)

Outlander

• Jamie/John

• John/Brianna

• Brianna/Roger

• Lizzie/Josiah/Kezzie

• William/Denzell

Lucifer

• Lucifella (Ella/Lucifer)

• Douchifella (Lucifer/Dan/Ella)

• Mazifer (Maze/Lucifer)

• Douchifer (Dan/Lucifer)

• Chlaze (Chloe/Maze)

PJO/HoO

• Jasico (Jason/Nico)

• Jercy (Jason/Percy)

• Perachel (Percy/Rachel)

• Rachabeth (Rachel/Annabeth)

• Pipabeth (Piper/Annabeth)

Merlin

• Merthur (Merlin/Arthur)

• Mercelot (Merlin/Lancelot)

•Merwaine (Merlin/Gwaine)

• Morgwen (Morgana/Gwen)

The Dumping Ground

• Elektra/Faith

• Elektra/Carmen

• Carmen/Lily

• Tyler/Jody

• Jody/Sasha

• Tyler/Ryan

• Chloe/Candi-Rose

• Candi-Rose/Bird

• Candi-Rose/Jay

The Story of Tracy Beaker

• Tracy/Crash

• Tracy/Ben

• Tracy/Lol

• Lol/Wolfie

• Crash/Rio

• Justine/Rebecca

Life With Derek

• Dasey (Derek/Casey)

• Derek/Sam

• Derek/Trevor

• Casey/Sally

Boy Meets World

• Shory (Shawn/Cory)

• Jeric (Jack/Eric)

• Eric/Jason

• Shawngela (Shawn/Angela)

• Shawpanga (Shawn/Topanga)

Girl Meets World

• Rilaya (Riley/Maya)

• Riley/Zay

• Riarkle (Riley/Farkle)

• Lucaya (Lucas/Maya)

• Maya/Zay

• Riley/Maya/Zay

Descendants

• Jal (Jay/Mal)

• Jaylos (Jay/Carlos)

• Mevie (Mal/Evie)

• Hevie (Harry/Evie)

• Buma (Ben/Uma)

• Umaudrey (Uma/Audrey)

• Haudrey (Harry/Audrey)

• Humaudrey (Harry/Uma/Audrey)

• Bevie (Ben/Evie)

iCarly

• Creddie (Carly/Freddie)

• Carly/Sam

• Carper (Carly/Harper)

• Sparper (Spencer/Harper)

Victorious

• Tandre (Tori/Andre)

• Jori (Jade/Tori)

Zoey 101

• Quogan (Quinn/Logan)

#about meeee #ships and shit #my ships and fandoms #prompts #ignore me while I ramble #again if there are any ships or fanfoms not lisred here that you aren’t sure about my interest in just ask!

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justice-maul · 1 year

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Character/Scenarios Kink List

Featuring: Dom/Top Reader ONLY! w/ Random Fandoms

Summary: A new little fun game for my followers and new comers to play with me, you can request anything from this list with the rules down below but aren’t obligated to as I will still write them regardless

Author Note: there will be some overused characters and actors because this list is of my personal favorites to write about, I change this list quite a bit according to my taste so keep that in mind

Rules for requesting are down below and the links/list are under the keep reading

Kink/character list:

Jealous Sex ft. Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes)

Thigh Riding ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Premature Ejaculation ft. Clark Kent (Superman)

Facefucking ft. Hal Jordan (DC)

Voyeurism ft. Belphegor (Obey Me)

Accidental Stimulation ft. Steve Rogers

Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen ft. Jason Todd (Redhood DC)

Discreet ft. Bruce Banner

Size Difference ft. Scott Lang

Toys ft. Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

Begging ft. Conner Kent (DC)

Kitchen Sex ft. Tony Stark x Avengers amab!Reader

Shower Sex ft. Pietro Maximoff

Caught Masturabting ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Overstimulation ft. Geralt (The Witcher Netflix)

Praise Kink ft. Matt Murdock

Uniform Sex ft. Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Scent/Smell Kink ft. John Constantine (DC)

Boss/Power Play ft. Natasha Romanoff

Hate sex ft. Lucifer (Obey Me)

Cockwarming ft. Loki

Face Sitting ft. Marc Spector

Spit ft. Steve Rogers

Breeding ft. Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Tit Job/ Pec Job ft. Diavolo (Obey Me)

Frottage ft. Jake Lockey (Moonknight)

Hero/Villain ft. Tony Stark

At Work Sex ft. Clark Kent (Superman)

One Piece of Clothing ft. Thor

Bent Over ft. Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Drunk Sex ft. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Requests:

All of my existing blog rules must be followed here too, please be respectful and read these

You can add anything to it along with the kink and you may add scenarios and/or prompts even a plot,

Send me the number of your desire and I’ll write it next whether it be a headcanon or a fic

I can turn down a request, I have that right as a person

If a number is crossed out and says: currently writing, DO NOT REQUEST IT

The characters and kink will not be changed if you make a request on which one you want me to write

Alternative universe’s are welcome

I won’t do mommy/daddy/mistress/master labels, pregnant reader or character, having a child together,

I will not do cock cages or rings, pet play, monster sex, snowballing, vomit, poop, feet, pee, sneeze, vore, or gore. There will be no kink-shaming either. other than that I’m open-minded.

I will write it in a random order and you can request in a random order

You can add another character but can’t change an existing one

Be respectful of the kinks and do not shame others for theirs

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kiritella · 9 months

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Me: *writing a super angsty scene for fic* Me: this is bad. Me: This is good. Me: Oh my GoD WHAT have I DONE? Me: I'm a horrible person Me: ... Me: There are going to be so many warnings on this chapter, holy shit. Me: I belong in jail.

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harrylovesteas · 10 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hello and welcome to my blog. i’ve been writing for most of my teen and adult years , however , i never really published them. now that i’m in my mid-twenties i’ve returned to writing as a form of relaxation.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i currently live in EST ( eastern standard time ) and check my blog when i am able. i have a fairly demanding job along with some health issues , which means i can be very active or barely around. however, my inbox and messages will always be open if you have a request , want to react to any of my writings or just want to chat !!

on going stories :

xoxo , little bird - a modern aemond targaryen x ( implied tully ) reader

rose bush- a discontented harry styles fanfic

maybe i still love you - a lorna dane x alex summers fic ( coming soon)

one shots & imagines :

requests & characters i write for :

i do accept requests and will do my best to write out what you ask for. however, i do have a busy life and it can take up to two weeks for it to be published. if i get overwhelmed i may put the request on hold and post it as soon as i can. writing is a hobby for me and there are times I may have more ideas for certain requests and plots. i may accept plots for characters that are not listed. if they aren’t listed feel free to just ask .ᐟ i may have wanted to write for them but i don’t have ideas , or maybe i’m currently working on something for them !

ch. i will write for :

asoiaf / game of thrones / house of the dragon / fire and blood

aegon targaryen

aemond targaryen

alicent hightower

cregan stark

daemon targaryen

daenerys targaryen

jacaerys velaryon

helaena targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

robb stark

sansa stark

marvel

bucky barns ( any version )

cyclops

havok

magento

magik

polaris

last kingdom

finan

osferth

sihtric

uhtred

witcher

yennefer

triss

emhyr

geralt

ragnorok ( netflix )

fjor

laurits

magne

saxa

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BBB Week 31 Roundup!

Our next party weekend is coming up on the 16th and 17th, so put it on your calendars!

Title: Mateship Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B4 - Mates Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/ Australian Reader Warnings: Mild Swearing, smoking, drinking Major tags: WW2 Summary: During the war, Bucky met a quirky Australian stretcher bearer. What happens when he meets their grandchild? Word count/format: 1007

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Title: Contact (This Kind Of Thing, Ch 3) Creator(s): Turtles Link: ao3 Square: Adopted - Multiverse Shenanigans Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Jane Foster Warnings: n/a Major tags: Multiverse Summary: Bucky landed in what looked like a small storage room, almost knocking over a shelving rack when he turned around looking for a door. The suit disappeared and he clicked on the comm, idly noting in passing that he was now wearing jeans, sneakers, and a short sleeved shirt. “I’m in a damn storage closet,” he said. “There’s barely enough room to turn around.” “I’m sure it could be worse,” Boothby replied. “Good luck.” Word count/format: 1360

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Title: PoliZ’s Stuffed Marvels - Bucky Barnes (original comics version) Creator(s): PoliZ Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Comics Rating: Gen Ship(s): n/a Warnings: n/a Major tags: Fancraft, Comics, Summary: Photos of a handmade Bucky Barnes figure in his original comics costume (red tights and all!) Word count/format: (photoshoot)

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Lots, lots more under the cut!

Title: Paws to Consider Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: Y3 - "Run." Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve (endgame Bucky/Steve/Tony) Warnings: n/a Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Werewolves, Established Relationship, Polyamory Negotiations, Mutual Pining, POV Tony Stark Summary: When Tony accompanies his new friend (and sort of maybe crush) Steve on a dogsitting gig - things get complicated. Word count/format: 1101

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Title: M’Baku - K1 Creator(s): Late-to-the-party-81 Link: tumblr Square: K1 - M’Baku Rating: Mature Ship(s): Sam x Bucky Warnings: Mature Major tags: Past Bucky x M’Baku, Angst, implied sexual content Summary: Now that Sam is Captain America, and with everything that has happened recently in Wakanda, he and Bucky go on a visit. But there is one person he is worried about seeing. How will he feel? How will Sam feel? Word count/format: 1.5k

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Title: I’ll Always Be Here For You Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Winterhawk Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Clint Warnings: none Major tags: Winterhawk Hug Comfort Summary: Bucky comforts Clint after he loses someone he cares a lot about. Word count/format: Art

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Title: Of Witches, Witchers, and Werebears - Chapter 1: Enemy, Fairy Tales, and Cabbages Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: C2 - Attacked by a creature Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes Warnings: lost arm, animal attack, abandonment, discussion of mind control, potential betrayal Major tags: Alternative Universe, Witcher Bucky, Hydra are evil warlocks, fae Darcy, witch Darcy, Geralt needs help, Jaskier is in danger again Summary: An old friend paid Bucky a visit. The “friend” needed to talk to the White Fae Witch. Suspicious? Bucky, at least, thought so. Word count/format: 543

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Title: Of Witches, Witchers, and Werebears - Chapter 2: Fae, River, and Fire Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: B4 - Picture Prompt: Bucky with his metal arm missing/ripped off Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes Warnings: disorientation, lost arm, discussion of amputation, discussion of mind control, falling from a bridge, memory loss Major tags: Alternative Universe, Witcher Bucky, Hydra are evil warlocks, fae Darcy, witch Darcy Summary: Bucky woke with a startle. His left arm was missing, and the white fae witch sat in front of him. He didn't know if he should believe her or not. He couldn't even remember his own name. Word count/format: 710

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Title: Own Devices Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: U1 - Missing You Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Female Reader Warnings: None Major tags: Pining Summary: When Bucky’s wife goes away on a mission, he’s left to entertain himself for the week, however, he can’t help pining for her Word count/format: 1350

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Title: Avengers Bodies Poster Series: Bucky Creator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: K5 - Metallurgy Rating: Gen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: none Major tags: Bucky's metal arm Summary: In a series of symbolic posters about the Avengers: Bucky's. Word count/format: 1 picture

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Title: we're all in the mood for a melody Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Rating: Gen Ship(s): steve/bucky Warnings: None Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: soulmates; AU: Coffeeshops Summary: Bucky Barnes attends the Stark Industries Thanksgiving party. Tony plays piano. Word count/format: 1181

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Title: a night at the bar Creator(s): zzthe69th Link: ao3 Square: K3 - Kink: Dom/sub Rating: Explicit Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Warnings: Daddy/boy dynamic (no age play), face slapping, punishment Major tags: Daddy Kink, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Trans Male Bucky Barnes, Trans Male Steve Rogers, AU Modern No Powers, Impact Play, BDSM Summary: It’s Daddy’s night at the local leather bar and James was supposed to be a good boy and stay home to let Daddy play. Word count/format: 6633

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Title: I see you In there Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: C3 - Free space Rating: Mature Ship(s): CLint Barton/Bucky Barnes Warnings: None Major tags: Eye Mask, Winterhawk Summary: As they walk down the hall, ready to face anything that is thrown at them, Clint reaches for Bucky’s hand to squeeze it and remind him that he is someone under the mask. That he is a person, not a soldier and that he is loved. Word count/format: art

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Title: How About Love? - Chapter 3 Creator(s): cable-knit-sweater Link: tumblr Square: B4 - Date in the Park Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: None Major tags: Flowershop AU, First Date, shrunkyclunks Summary: Steve and Bucky finally go on a date. It’s awkward and they’re both a little nervous…until they aren’t. Word count/format: 2446

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Title: Burned Cookies Creator(s): Holylulusworld Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Exaggeration / White Lies Rating: Teen Ship(s): Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader Warnings: nightmares Major tags: fluff Summary: You and Bucky are more than neighbors now. Word count/format: 1,4 k

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Title: Surprise from Above Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Bucky/Steve Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: no archive warnings apply Major tags: Bucky with his shirt off, Knife Summary: Steve is looking for Bucky who had run off after an encounter, hence his shirt half off. Bucky has gone a bit feral and Steve has to talk down his boyfriend. Word count/format: art

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Title: Collateral Damage Creator(s): LBibliophile Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Survival in the wild Rating: Gen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: N/A Major tags: Recovering/retired Bucky Barnes, ATLA references, drabble Summary: Ex-Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes has just about had it with being collateral damage for the Avengers’ latest battle. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Live. Die. Repeat. Creator(s): Girl Back There Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Resurrection Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint Warnings: Dying on a loop Major tags: Edge of Tomorrow AU, Time Loop, Manip, Moodboard, Drabble, Death loops Summary: How many times has Bucky gone through this? Died and then woke up back at base reliving the same day again. He has lost count now. He and Barton have been training, but the mission never goes right. They always lose. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Snowball Fight - A Dating Trouble Two Shot - Chapter 1: Artificial Snowballs Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y3 - AU: Coffee Shop Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Warnings: polyamory, bossy daughter, disapointment Major tags: Alternative Universe, Coffee Shop AU, Single Parent AU, No Power AU, snowball fight, Steve’s daughter Maggie Summary: Maggie planned a snowball fight. Bucky and Darcy help her. Then it started to rain. But Darcy introduced her to indoor snowball fights. Steve was sad that he couldn't spend the day of the first snow with his daughter. Word count/format: 1342

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Title: The Not so Secret Admirer - Chapter 1: Flowers & Scarfs Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: U5 - Secret Admirer Rating: Mature Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes Warnings: language, sex pollen mentioned, secretiveness Major tags: Avenger Tower, Canon divergence, Idiots in love, secret admirer, Jane is nosy, matchmaking Summary: Bucky received a flower bouquet. Jarvis wouldn’t tell him from whom it was. He would solve the mystery of his secret admirer later because he had to deliver a gift from him to a certain dark-haired, bespectacled astrophysicist. Anonymously of course. Word count/format: 1127

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Title: Patience Creator(s): @jessybarnes Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Warnings: Cockwarming, handcuffs, masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, and drinking Major tags: Cockwarming Summary: Bucky deliberately flirts with another woman in front of you, and you decide to punish him. Word count/format: 2934

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Title: Sam dragging Bucky on social media - Part 3 Creator(s): rebelmeg Link: tumblr Square: K5 - Chore Rotation Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: social media post, humor, roomies Summary: Sam continues to find Bucky's arm in weird places. Word count/format: N/A

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Title: Milking and Cookies Creator(s): BBD2BH Link: ao3 Square: Adopted - Exaggeration/White Lies Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: None Major tags: Modern AU, Domestic Fluff, Prostate Milking, Floor Sex, Established Relationship Summary: If Steve wanted to bake instead of being seduced, he shouldn’t have such a perky little ass that looks amazing beneath an apron. At least, that’s Bucky’s philosophy. While Steve prepares the cookies, Bucky decides milking is in order. It seems like a perfect way to spend a cold night. Together. Naked. Happy. Word count/format: 898

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Title: Aw, Balcony, No! Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: Y3 - Forgiveness Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton Warnings: N/A Major tags: Love Confessions, Avenger Clint/Non-Avenger Bucky Summary: Fury sends Clint to tail someone with the codename: Winter Soldier, assassin for hire, and put an end to his long, alleged hit list. Somewhere amongst the intel gathering and stakeouts, Clint thinks he falls in love instead. Word count/format: 7342

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Title: Bucky Plums Photo Edit Creator(s): rebelmeg Link: tumblr Square: U3 - plums Rating: Gen Ship(s): none Warnings: None Major tags: photo edit, plum lover Bucky Summary: A trio of Bucky & plum flavored photo edits Word count/format: N/A

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Title: Ride Creator(s): HR(tftcw) Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Thighs (swapped Vulnerability) Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson Warnings: N/A Major tags: Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Coming in Pants Summary: “Want something?” “Don’t stop,” Bucky demands, his eyes half-lidded, pulling Sam closer and riled up just the way Sam wanted. “Now ride.” Word count/format: 1000

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Title: Start Over Creator(s): Kinko/singthebeginningofmoana Link: ao3 Square: C1 - Fluff Rating: Teen Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Warnings: No Warnings Apply Major tags: Marriage Proposal, Anniversary, Arguing, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier Summary: Steve and Bucky can't agree on when their anniversary is. Fortunately, Steve has a solution. Word count/format: 749

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Title: Tempting Fate (Chapter 1: Honour) Creator(s): Otpcutie Link: tumblr Square: U3 - Hurt/comfort Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Warnings: None Major tags: Medieval AU, A/B/O, Alpha Bucky, Omega Tony, mutual pining, angst, protective Bucky, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Bucky finds Tony in his chambers, in need of comfort. Word count/format: 3.3k

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Title: How About Love? - Chapter 4 Creator(s): cable-knit-sweater Link: tumblr Square: K3 - Sunrise/Sunset Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: None Major tags: Flowershop AU, Shrunkyclunks, Moving in Together, Fluff Summary: Steve and Bucky have been dating for a couple of months. Bucky thinks it’s time for the next step Word count/format: 2067

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Title: Out Came the Sunshine Creator(s): sidepartskinnyjeans Link: tumblr Square: K1 - waiting for extraction Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky x Reader Warnings: Arachnophobia Major tags: Fluff Summary: A quiet evening takes a surprising turn when a new recruit moves into the building. Or how a spider made a meet cute. Word count/format: 3773

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Title: Cute Creator(s): sidepartskinnyjeans Link: tumblr Square: B4 - Occupational Hazard Rating: Teen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: None Major tags: Fluff Summary: The boys get dressed too quickly. Word count/format: 315

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Title: Snow Week (1. Snowed in & 4. power outage) Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: B5 - Super Soldier Serum Rating: Mature Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis Warnings: set up, secretiveness, No Nut November, sexual frustration Major tags: Avenger Tower, Canon divergence, Idiots in love, secret admirer, Jane is nosy, matchmaking, snowed in, Steve is wound tight, Summary: Bucky and Darcy and their matchmaking friends were at Stark’s ski lodge. They were snowed in and the power went out. Bucky and Darcy smell a conspiracy. Word count/format: 1077

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Title: Inseparable on the Battle Field Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Team Bonding Rating: Mature Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: guns Major tags: Guns Summary: Summary: Bucky and Steve are always together in the schoolyard and on the battlefield. Hydra Stomper wouldn’t let any harm come to Bucky. Steve remembered Bucky when they were both reunited in the future. After he remembered Bucky they bonded on the battlefield as a team again. Word count/format: art

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Title: snowed in (take two): Bucky Barnes Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: Y2 - Snowed In Rating: Gen Ship(s): Gen Warnings: none Major tags: snowed in, drabble sequence, swearing Summary: Why does this always happen to Bucky? Word count/format: 500

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Title: snowed in (take two): Dr. Bruce Banner Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Bruce Banner/Hulk Rating: Gen Ship(s): Gen Warnings: none Major tags: snowed in, drabble sequence Summary: Bruce Banner is sent to Vermont on vacation. There's a cute cabin at a ski resort, with an unexpected roommate, and two feet of snow on the ground. Word count/format: 500

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Title: Secret Ingredient Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: K3 - Secrets Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Female Reader Warnings: Mild adult suggestions, mentions of injury Major tags: Pastry Chef AU Summary: When completing a delivery for Sam, you must work together with one of your least favourite people to get the job done but things get a bit more complicated. Word count/format: 2752

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