#Spicy bingo

[room-on-broom]

I'm taking part in @sweetspicybingo 's hurt& comfort bing

Ive a few already planned, some art some fanfic but feel free to boop me some prompts or specific charaters

fandoms : worst witch (any), taz balence, Stingray, Captain scarlet and thunderbirds (tos prefured but tag too) and malps

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Adoption | Steve Rogers

Pairing -> Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary -> It’s New Year’s Eve and your daughter wants to ask Steve a really important question.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 0.7k

Prompt -> Sweet & Spicy Bingo | B3 | Fireworks | @sweetspicybingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | I2 | Free Space | @anyfandomfluffbingo

A/N -> This is the last oneshot for 2023, I want to thank you all for the support. Happy new year and we see us 2024 with new oneahots, my requests are open so feel free to send an ask. Thank you to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for proofreading this one for me, it’s really appreciated.

Masterlist | Sweet & Spicy Bingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Adoption Part 2

You look at your daughter next to you; she shifts from one foot to the other and holds a piece of paper in her hands. She is almost squeezing it, but you understand it. Eva is nervous.

“Mommy? Do you think he will like it?” she asks and looks at you with her bright blue eyes.

You nod, placing your hand on her shoulder to encourage her. With your other hand, you open the door and reveal your garden, where your husband, Steve, is standing with a few fireworks around him.

“There you are, my favorite girl,” he says, smiling and looking at your daughter.

She isn’t his biological daughter, but he treats her like she is. From the day you first met and you introduced your daughter to him, he loved her and acted like she was his little princess. And she is; he always tells her and loves her like his little princess.

She runs into his arms and hugs him tightly while he wraps around her small body and spins Eva a few times around. She giggles and raises her arms while Steve spins her around. After a few more rounds of spinning her, he lets her down and looks at you.

He walks a step closer and kisses you softly. Steve’s hands grip your waist to pull you close against him. You slide your hands into his short, blond hair.

“Ready?” he whispers with a questioning look at your daughter.

She immediately nods and presses the paper tightly against her small body. In a few minutes, she can finally ask him the question she wants to ask him so badly.

Steve lets go of you and lifts her up to place her a few steps away from the firework. Then he walks back to it and kneels down.

"Sure, you’re ready? You know it’s something uncle Tony made,” Steve jokes.

Eva nods and grabs your hand into hers. Her big blue eyes follow every movement of Steve, and she giggles softly.

“Sure, daddy,” she mumbles while Steve lights the firework.

Then he stands up and walks towards you. He stands on the other side of Eva and places his hand on your back. When you look at the fireworks Tony made a few days ago, you see different pictures of your small family appearing in the sky.

Tears are glistening in your eyes, and when you look at Steve, you see him tearing up too. He smiles at you, and then you feel your daughter letting go of your hand and taking a step forward.

“Dad?” she asks, and Steve looks down at her, placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “It’s midnight in 30 seconds, and I want to ask something,” she continues.

“Ask away,” he says, his eyes brightening with excitement when she hands him the paper.

Steve takes it and reads the first word before his jaw drops.

Adoption

He immediately looks at Eva again and then back at the paper, continuing to read it. It takes a while before he understands all the written words on the paper.

“You- Are you sure? I would love to adopt you,” he says, the tears in his eyes slowly rolling down his cheeks.

The tears are out of joy, and he can’t hold them back anymore. He loves that girl; he is proud to be the one he calls dad and comes to when she needs something, but he doesn’t think she will ask him to adopt her.

“Yes,” she grins at him.

Steve hands you the paper, and before you can really hold it, he has your daughter in his arms and kisses her face over and over again. Making sure he doesn’t miss an inch of that soft skin.

“Of course, I will adopt you. This is the perfect new year’s present,” he mumbles, and Eva places her hands on his face to look into his eyes while she giggles sweetly.

Steve holds her close to him with one hand while he wraps the other around your waist and pulls you close, kissing your lips softly. The three of you enjoy the rest of the fireworks before you go inside to celebrate the day with your friends and family together.

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[lathalea]

Please, Fili x reader, Perfect proposal :) Thank you!

Hiii @heilith 💚💚💚 I hope you still remember your ask for the Sweet and Spicy Bingo by @fellowshipofthefics :) I'm sorry it took me so long (real life happens), but here it is. I hope you'll like it!

Relationships: Fili x Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: none

✨ Perfect Proposal ✨

Fíli looked into the mirror and gave his moustache a nervous tug. There was not even a single wrinkle on the festive clothes he wore, his hair was freshly braided and adorned with beads and yet his face seemed uncharacteristically pale. He swallowed. It was finally going to happen today, after so much waiting, after years of pining for you in secret, and—what was most important—after surviving the Quest. Now Erebor was reclaimed and he was finally able to speak of his feelings and ask you to marry him. Fíli dreamed of the moment when he would be allowed to call you his wife… if you agreed to his proposal, that is.

His stomach decided to tie itself into a knot and Fíli realized that he was even more terrified—no, warriors never got terrified!—he was even more nervous than before the Battle of Five Armies began. What was worse, at the very moment when he imagined your lovely face, your smile, and the way your soft lips parted, saying “yes”, every single word of his well-rehearsed speech seemed to have disappeared from his mind. 

Muttering a swearword under his breath, Fíli left his chambers. A breath of fresh air was all he needed to clear his head. He was a prince, after all, and he would act like one. He only needed to find his composure. There was still some time until he was going to meet you for dinner in the Royal Wing. Everything was prepared, the music, the atmosphere, the candles, the food... It just had to be perfect. He had to make it happen. But now, Fíli needed a few moments to himself, and he had to be quick about it. Hurriedly, he directed his steps towards one of the outer terraces of the Lonely Mountain. 

As he strode ahead, barely registering the surroundings, his mind focused on recalling the speech he was about to make, something thudded against his chest.

“Ouch!” a familiar voice reached his ears. Your voice.

“Gamzûna! What are you doing here?!” Fíli used the moniker you gained after one of the orc attacks during the Quest. It meant “fierce lady”. He looked straight into your eyes, smiling.

“I’m so very sorry, Fíli! I mean, I didn’t…” you started, trying to catch your breath. At that very moment you both realized something. You stood very, very close to Fíli, your hands placed against his hard chest, his arms wrapped around you. He must have instinctively embraced you at the very moment you bumped into him.

“It looks like you have been in a hurry,” he murmured with that alluring smile of his. His arms were still around you, holding you close. Fíli was not letting you go. You tried not to think of what would happen if someone saw you embracing in the middle of a public corridor, his face so close to yours.

“I was seeing Princess Dís and realized what time it was, and I wanted to be quick so that I wouldn’t be late for…” your voice trembled. “For the dinner you invited me to.”

“You are here and I am here too. It seems that we have plenty of time to reach the dining hall, don’t you think?” Fíli winked playfully. “By the way, you look stunning tonight.”

The smile you gave him in return was barely visible.

“Thank you. Since this is going to be our last evening together, I thought…” you cleared your throat, looking away and pulling at one of the intricate laces of your elegant bottle-green dress.

“What are you talking about, Gamzûna?! Last evening? Are you going somewhere?!” Fíli’s eyes widened. He was so close to telling you about everything he felt for you! That couldn’t be happening!

“It seems so,” you took a deep breath. You dreaded every single word of what you were about to say, but it needed to be done. There was that old saying, If you love someone, set them free–right?

“Please, tell me that you are joking! You can’t go!” Fíli protested. His embrace became even tighter.

“It will be for the best. You’ll see. Until today, I had hoped that tonight…” you tried not to sob and shook your head instead. “I like you, Fíli. I really do. And we grew closer during the Quest, all those evenings together, all the dangers we survived… I felt the bond between us was special. You were always so good to me, so caring. I don’t know when exactly I understood what I felt for you, but tonight I wanted to tell you… Well, it doesn’t matter now any more, does it? No, please, let me finish. Today at breakfast Balin say that you needed a wife now, someone worthy of you. And Bofur added this had to be someone who made you smile. Dwalin kept on saying how you admired women who were fearless warriors. And then Kili told me that a beautiful lady stole your heart a long time ago and that it was time you proposed to her. Ori even wanted to show me her picture but then Thorin told everyone to stop prattling. Fíli, it is time for me to return to my old life in the Blue Mountains. I will not stand in the way of your happiness, but I wanted to have this last evening with you. For old times’ sake.”

Fíli’s heart beat strong and fast under his tunic. His brow furrowed. His eyes searched your face in silence.

“I’m going to kill every single last of them!” He finally huffed.

Your jaw dropped. That was the last thing you expected him to say.

“Fíli…?”

“Yes. I’m going to strangle Balin! Then I’m going to cook Bofur in a stew! And I’ll throw Dwalin from the rampart!”

“Fíli! What are you talking about?!” 

“ I’ll feed every single one of them to the mountain trolls! And I’ll drop an avalanche right on the top of my brother’s stupid head! That lulkh! And Ori…”

“Please, Fíli! Could you at least let me go?”

“No! You are not going anywhere!” Sparks of anger glinted in his eyes as he covered your hands with his. His voice softened. “Gamzûna, will you tell me now what you wanted to tell me tonight? I would very much like to hear it.”

“There’s nothing I can tell you,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze. “You are supposed to marry that beautiful lady of yours, remember?” 

Fíli was now holding your hands in his. His skin was as warm as sun on midday. And his radiant smile was back on his lips, his moustache beads clinking as he tilted his head.

“Aye, it seems that the cat is out of the bag now,” he chuckled, making you frown. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Come. See for yourself,” he held your hand and pulled you gently after him, down the corridor. “There is a lady whom I want to marry. She makes me smile and she is one of the fiercest warriors I know. And she captured my heart on the day I met her. This is her.”

As he spoke, he turned you around until you faced one of the stone walls of the corridor. This particular wall was covered with a large mirror in a golden frame.

You were looking at your own reflection.

“What are you saying, Fíli?” your eyes met the reflection of his silver-blue gaze.

“I love you, Gamzûna,” he murmured, stepping to face you, his voice laced with tenderness. “Was that what you wanted to tell me too?”

“I’m afraid not,” you replied.

“Oh…” Fíli’s smile faded away.

Now it was your time to chuckle and hold his hands in yours. 

“I wanted to ask you whether you would do me the honour of becoming my husband, Fíli, son of Dís.”

“Gamzûna…” Slowly, reverently Fíli cradled your face with his palms as his lips hovered over yours. “You are perfect.”

“Does that mean ‘yes’?” you whispered, brushing your nose against his.

“Guess,” his hot breath fanned your skin a moment before your lips met but you already knew the answer.

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[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: DAI | Pairing: Solavellan | Rating: Explicit (cunnilingus)

Her fingers thrum against the wooden windowsill as she gapes through glass, rain smattering against the pane. A million raindrops reflect her glazed over eyes, slipping slowly in streaks as lightning ripples across the sky and the thunder rumbles down to her toes. Sarya sighs. It’s the third day in a row for a storm and she wants to be out in it. But not really in it. There’s much to do. Not enough done.

Long fingers reach out to still her own and his other hand wraps around her waist. He kisses her neck. It’s near her chin, that sweet spot that makes her tingle and chime. And she hums a sigh of delight as those kisses, like rivulets, streak down her neck. His lips, they are the lightning under her skin. Thunder in her belly.

“You seem restless,” he says.

“I’m itching to get outside. It’s been raining this whole time and now there’s a storm. We have shit to do. And now there’s—” He’s kissing her shoulder, pushing the fabric of the tunic away with his chin as he goes. Her eyes close and she centers herself. “Oh, this—this is a welcome distraction.”

Solas’ breath leaves an invisible mark on her skin as he chuckles. It burns bright somewhere—everywhere all at once.

“I am glad I can help in some way.”

“Help? You are a gift from the gods, I'm convinced.”

A soft chuckle.

His lips trail back up her neck and she shudders as another thunderclap shakes the shack; shivers down her spine. He lingers again near her jaw. He nibbles and kisses while his hands wander her body.

“You aren’t restless?” she asks.

“Never when you are around.”

But she doesn’t believe him. He fidgets with his hems too much and his eyes glaze over in pockets of stillness, same as hers. He gets lost to her in thoughts or dreams or stories not meant for sharing except to the spirits residing in his mind. She knows when she’s left behind on one of his internal adventures but she will never subject herself to the self-titled unwelcome tagalong.

“Hmm,” she hums an acknowledgment.

His fingers glide down her arms as she watches lightning strike a nearby tree. He pauses. It cracks, real loud and is pulled to the earth, enveloped in a pool of rainwater. Whispers of awe spill from their lips.

He sweeps back her hair and returns to kissing. Then places his lips against each and every freckle he can on her shoulder. Kisses as infinite as the rain smattering against the glass. He dusts his fingers back up her arm, caresses her chest and pulls the laces free at the top of her tunic. The fabric gives way, uncovering secrets as it goes. Scars, more freckles, soft skin, and stretch marks. He kisses it all.

“What do you wish for?” he whispers as the tunic falls off her shoulder completely. It gathers at her waist, held in place by her hips.

“Right now? Well that’s you of course,” she tells him.

“In what way?”

He kisses her chest, all the way across and then down the curve of her side and up again. Feather light and soft, tempo to match the patter pat pat of the rain against the window. She swallows, the words of what she wanted to say lost somewhere in a breath caught at the back of her throat.

“Every way,” she sputters.

She means it too, not just in body but in spirit—in soul. Know him from the ins and the outs and the layers between here and there. Because she can never quite fully understand him but gods be damned if she doesn’t try. His answers come with every question she asks. Giving everything and almost nothing, a mysterious something always veils her desire of knowing and she’s unsure if the veil belongs to her or him. But even in that, she still wants all of him, secrets and unsecrets alike.

He chuckles into her skin. “Like this?” His hands slip past the laces of her trousers, tip of his finger placing just a hint of pressure on her clit.

“Mmm, and I can think of some others.”

Her hand stills his and she pulls his fingers up to her lips, kissing the tiny scars on his knuckles. He’s so willing to please in this manner. It is easy for him.

“Name them.” His voice is a challenge.

She drops his hand, skims her fingers up his arm and places her palm on his shoulder. She squeezes, firm. “I would have you kneel before me and worship me with that wonderful tongue of yours.” Because it’s not enough to have his fingers and lips caressing every inch of her skin already.

His brow flicks up. “Worship?”

She nods. “I am the Herald of Andraste after all.” Her voice drips with sarcasm.

And he lowers himself with the slightest pressure from her hand. Wears a smirk as his fingers curl around the top of the fabric of her trousers. He tugs. Shuffles them down. Stares up at her with eyes of admiration. As if she were a natural marvel, rivaling the awe of lighting striking a tree that’s pulled to earth.

He shoves her clothes away.

Leaning forward, a breath at her entrance and she groans under the warmth of his tongue. Just one lick then he says, “is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she says. “And more.”

“More?”

Another swipe of his tongue. Earnest yet languid and lingering. There’s doubt that she will outlast his dutiful tongue. Doubt is confirmed when he reaches under her thigh and hooks it over his shoulder. One, two, then a tantalizing third lick. A hesitant fourth swipe and his tongue stills, eliciting a whined protest. Another crack of thunder and electricity lights up her body. A shock straight to her core.

“Too much?” he asks, the magic buzzing through her limbs.

“Not enough,” she rasps, both enchanted and dizzy from his use of a spell. “It makes sense but I didn’t think. Didn’t realize—”

She stops short when his tongue dances along her clit.

That he could bring the storm inside.

Commands replace ruminations as his tongue oscillates the highs and lows of her pleasure.

More. There. Yes, good. Right there. Keep going. Don’t stop.

A zap of his magic makes her squirm. But his nails dig into her outer thighs, face obscured from her view and she grasps for his head and down to his ears then finally settles at the base of his neck. He inserts one finger. Pumps in and slides out. Repeats it again, curling just slightly while driving deeper.

“Godsfuck!” Another rumble of thunder and she whispers her next demand. “Solas. Keep it right there. Just like that.”

But his little disobedience of adding another finger and upping the tempo, just barely—maybe half a beat, has her questioning if she wants to be in charge of this at all. Closing her eyes and chin sinking to her chest, all efforts of demands become hushed, almost wordless whispers lost in the scattered silences proffered by the storm. She lets out a low moan. He murmurs something in elvhen and she understands the fragments of praise.

With proper propitiation, tongue in tandem with lightning touch, she disintegrates in undulations against his lips, his nose, his hand.

“Solas—“

The slip of his name in a chant off her tongue intermingles with the continuous downpour and she repeats it like she’s the penitent one after all and he—he is the god.

Closing her eyes, she forgets she is body and only knows her soul when he fucks her with his fingers and she loses self-control. Numb and spent and suspended between what’s real and what’s fade, Solas breathes and offers a kiss on her inner thigh.

“You are marvelous,” he murmurs, kissing down her leg. A peck on her calf and he utters more praises, fingers dancing along her skin.

“What else,” she says in a shaky breath.

“And I love you.”

“Mmm, I’ve noticed.” She slides her leg off his shoulder and rests her heel against his chest.

He snatches her ankle and kisses her toes and a giggle spills from her lips, breaking the illusion of any power she thought she held here. He plants her toes on the ground and rises so they're on equal footing. Hand against the small of her back, he tugs her in close and she stares into the depths of his clouded sky eyes before he covers her mouth with his lips.

Lighting exposes their silhouettes as he pushes her up against the wall, legs naturally clinging to his waist as his kisses fall to her neck and he seats himself inside of her. Breath on her chin and he rocks his hips and she thinks this is the closest she’ll get to understanding and knowing and adventuring with him in his internal world.

And she thinks—thinks—

A groan of thunder and rumble in his throat, she clings to his neck as he drives any thought of thinking from her mind. There’s only body—only feeling and two souls colliding in a rundown shack in the middle of a storm.

—

AO3

[cilil]

Alright friends, throw some Silm rare pairs at me!

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Hurt/Comfort Bingo Masterlist

'Human Shield to "I'm Here For You."' On The Tide - Chapter Ten. James 'Bucky' Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter, Greg and Neri do what they do best, with both expected and unexpected results. CW; Dead body, canon-typical violence, gun use, graphic violence, risk of MCD, implied sexual violence, human trafficking references.

'Sleep Deprivation to Hand Holding' Silver & Gold - Chapter Ten. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. The final chapter. CW: Smut, Keeping Secrets, Vomiting, Pregnancy mentions.

'Broken Ribs to Stitching Up Wounds' On The Tide - Chapter Nine. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter’s captors reveal their true intentions. CW; Kidnapping, torture, physical abuse, slave sale, non-con virginity auction.

'Held at Gunpoint to Taking Their Mind off It' On the Tide - Chapter Eleven. James 'Bucky' Barnes x Original Male Character. The boys live with the after-effects of the kidnapping, and how to move forward… Together. CW: Discussion of gunshot wounds and captivity, non-graphic medical care, smut, AAAALLLL the smut. Full smut warnings in prompts.

'"I'm so sorry." to stuffed animal' Nightmare. James 'Bucky' Barnes x Steve Rogers. Steve supports Bucky through his nightmares Post-HYDRA, and Bucky realises that his apartment is slowly filling up with Steve's things. CW: Smut, some angst.

@sweetspicybingo

This was a LOT of fun, even though I didn't get a bingo... I'm looking forward to seeing what comes next from SSB!

[rookthorne]

It's heart month! What better way to celebrate then think of our favourite supersoldiers spoiling us?

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

―  BUCKY BARNES  ―

֎  Biker!Bucky Barnes  —  Brotherhood & Bullets ֎  Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes  —  Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎  Mechanic!Bucky Barnes  —  His Girls ֎  Modern!DILF!Bucky Barnes — Whispered Affections ֎  Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes  —  Inked Sun

―  STUCKY  ―

֎  Tattoo Artist!Stucky  —  Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

—  The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼

───   Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

Acts of love never had to be something overstated or complicated — it lay in smaller actions. An offer to make lunch or a warm cup of drink; to do a chore or errand that the other dreaded, only to see their eyes brighten for thoughtfulness.  Bucky was much the same man as those who preferred smaller, intentional acts, and you presented him with the perfect opportunity. 

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑨𝑺𝑺

───   Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive.  You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit. 

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑾

───   Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ──  𝐒 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

───   Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

The first port of call, whether you intuitively chose it or not, was always going to be Bucky — rain or shine, he was there to lift your spirits, and at that moment, you needed it more than ever. 

ʚɞ 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

───   Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ──   𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

Sometimes even the hardest, most independent workers needed someone to lean on — whether they be of flesh and blood, or wool and stuffing.

ʚɞ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

───   Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day.  But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home. 

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬

ʚɞ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

───   DILF!Bucky x Babysitter!F!Reader ──   𝐀 + 𝐊 + 𝐅 ─   𝐀𝐎𝟑 

The first day of any new job was always the hardest — all the rules and roles to navigate while establishing yourself as someone reliable, trustworthy, and far too interested in your employer.

ʚɞ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

───   Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ──  𝐏 + 𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

───   Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader ──  𝐀 + 𝐅 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

With little else to do during the busy festive period, you made your way to Howlie’s Gym, the place you made a home away from home and where you know your best friend made your haven safe.  What you did not expect to find, however, was him in the office with the brightest smile on his face — as though you hung the moon that shone down over the two of you.

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑴𝑬

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹

───   AU!Bucky/Stucky x F!Reader ──  𝐓𝐁𝐑 ─  𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐓𝐁𝐑

Card by @sweetspicybingo

[dvrkblooms]

In the Dark, I Like to Read His Mind (but I’m Frightened of the Things I Might Find)

Read on Ao3 and Squidge

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: E / NC-17

A/N: A dark medieval romance set in a fantastical realm!

Tags: Age Gap, Alternate Universe - Dark Fantasy, Creature Feature, Medieval Era, Non Con, Painful Sex, Underage

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Summary

James Buchanan is sixteen when his life falls apart. He is betrothed to Lord Broq Rumlow of Drakestone, a noble in King Alecsander’s court. After a barbaric rite is gifted to his new husband during their wedding reception, James' plight seemingly goes from bad to worse.

Chapter 1: A Duty to the Crown

Bingos and Events:

@anyfandomdarkbingo - Feminization

@badthingshappenbingo - Nonconsensual Touching

@buckybarnesevents

Build-a-Bucky Bingo: January - Wet & Messy Hot Bucky Summer 2024: Week 6 - Sex Pollen

@darkspicyevanstan - Quadruple Challenge Mode

Fusion AU + Unseelie + Historical Fantasy Fiction + Arranged Marriage

@deaddovedec 2023 - Week 1: Day 7 - First Night

@deaddovekink - Malewife Mayhem: Day 9 - Prima Nocta

Degeneracy Week - Day 2: Underaged

@julybreakbingo - Dark Fantasy AU + Fae AU + High Fantasy AU + Kink: Size Difference

@secretcrypticevents

Into the Wilds Bingo: Unseelie Into the Wilds Flash: Medieval AU + Fae + Prima Nocta

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[anstarwar]

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I made an art and then I attempted to write a thing. A short thing, a *spicy* thing for @starwarsrarepairbingo

Just me furthering my Buzz/Luminara agenda

Fic and full art is over on Ao3

Love You Like That Rating: E, 18+ Warnings: No Archive Warnings Bingo Square: Tender Sex Summary: Somehow between fighting a war, seeking peaceful resolutions to violent problems, long and grueling campaigns, and mountains of flimsi work they’d managed to occasionally slip away for a moment to themselves. They didn’t have long but they’d learned, somewhere along the line, how to make the most of these rare times they had together.

[cacodaemonia]

Here's my bingo card from @sweetspicybingo! The fic I've been working on features all five of the prompts above, and I've finished drafting it, but it's like 80K. 😂

I'm in the editing stage now, and I'll probably be able to start posting it the weekend after next. The prompts don't show up until chapters 8, 13, 14, and 20, so I won't have posted them all by the time the bingo deadline rolls around, but I still wanted to link to the event and say thanks for the great prompts! They've been super helpful!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Dream and Fantasy & Handholding - Thingol x Finwë

Dear @the-red-butterfly, my friend, my partner in pairing crime...I dedicate this abomination to you!

This is further proof that I have no OCs, they're just knock-off, 2 penny depictions of people I know and love.

I give you...Old, decrepit men! Have fun!

Words: 1 065

Characters: Thingol x Finwë

Warnings: Geriatric grouches, barely veiled OCs, pudding, hint of bittersweet, innuendo to sex in the winter of life...

The middle-aged, chain-smoking nurse, lovingly called L at work, walked into the “quiet room” briskly, her eyes sweeping mercilessly across the softly bobbing ocean of hairless pates in search of the two most contrary residents of the retirement home.

After lunch, the inhabitants of the renowned facility came here to have a little chat before inevitably nodding off for their daily afternoon nap. Evidently, they could not be left alone—lest they choke on their own tongues or fall out of their ergonomic, cushioned chairs to their demise—so she knew that her favourite co-worker couldn’t be too far.

“Abril?” she called softly, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as soon as her cheery young colleague appeared with a tray full of tiny pudding cups.

“Yes?” the youthful woman chirped in her melodious, soothing voice that had earned her the privilege of handing out gelatinous treats rather than wrestling wayward doters back into their rooms.

“Where are the two pests? Are they in time-out again?” the older nurse asked gruffly.

“Oh, leave them be. They really are so sweet, aren’t they? And they’re such great friends too,” Abril protested in a hushed tone, quick as ever to defend their resident troublemakers.

“They’re more than friends,” the other retorted not without a hint of humour. “I’m pretty sure that what they do beneath the table when playing bridge goes beyond your usual run-of-the-mill cheating, if you know what I mean…”

“You’re filthy,” Abril complained, balancing her tray on her shapely hip to gesticulate expressively, thus leaving no doubt as to her mild disapproval. “They’re just old men! And they’re so lonely!”

Remembering her colleague’s initial inquiry, she frowned, her gorgeous face the very picture of doleful commiseration.

“The holidays are coming up, and Thingol had a bad dream about…”

They nodded in wordless agreement. It was a well-known fact that Thingol had fathered but a single girl-child who had promptly decided to move with her strange husband to some remote spot at the end of the world.

Nobody here had ever laid eyes on the woman, but they’d all seen pictures of Lúthien whose beauty was, as Thingol never tired of repeating, paralleled only by the pulchritude of his wife who had chosen not to follow him into his assisted living arrangements.

As far as L could remember, the old curmudgeon had always shared his room, board games, and pudding with a similarly distraught old man who seemed cursed by the very opposite problem.

Indeed, Finwë had one too many descendants. Having been married twice, he’d fathered one irascible son with his first wife as well as two sons and two daughters with his second who had, in turn, brought forth a whole slew of legitimate grandchildren and great-grandchildren, as well as a few more obscure scions claimed through strange patchwork-family situations.

The chaos these complex interpersonal relationships—ranging from outright, murderous loathing to deepfelt adoration—between the different members of that sprawling family tree bred was indubitably enough to drive any wretched bugger mad.

This was even more severe for poor Finwë because Thingol, his partner in geriatric crime, didn’t exactly get along well with his various kinspeople.

It was a surprisingly tense and fraught situation, a riveting drama playing out against the calming, beige background of an idyllic nursing home.

“Finwë took him to their room. Be a dear and take them their pudding; they love it so!” Abril said, jerking her chin at the tray encouragingly.

“Sure thing,” L sighed. “We wouldn’t want them to go raiding one of the other peaceful old souls. They’re owed pudding, and pudding they shall have!”

Abril’s eyebrows twitched, but she was too polite to ever laugh at a badly executed impression of her beloved favourites openly. “Just take them their treat—they’ve been very good today. No forks were thrown, and Ingwë was so unfazed by them that he didn’t even try to scoot across the room with his chair!”

Resigned to her fate, the cantankerous caretaker took the proffered desserts and trudged out of the room.

Neither one of the two old sourpusses could be heard from outside their chamber, and she took a deep, steadying breath.

As she was alone and nobody was around to witness the slip of her mask of dispassionate professionalism, she leaned her puckered brow against the smooth wood in a silent admission of reluctant sympathy.

Between Thingol’s loneliness and Finwë’s overabundance of ranting and raving offspring, they were a much put-upon pair who would not know a moment of peace before the last deliverance was granted to their unrestful souls.

Steeling herself, L pushed open the door slowly and, at once, had to bite back a sigh.

They sat, hand in hand, in their armchairs by the window, looking inward onto their dreams and fantasies rather than observing the squirrels frolicking across the front lawn.

One was never sure whether they were really asleep, and L slipped into the room cautiously, knowing only too well with what startling abruptness old men could shake themselves awake as if afraid of the long sleep that would not release them ever again.

At this moment, though, their faces—muted echoes of a faded beauty that certainly had been galvanising and terrifying to behold—were serene and relaxed, and their fingers were intertwined in a knot of papery skin and gnarled bone.

Against her better knowledge, L found that there was a touching, delicate sweetness in this ephemeral semblance of tranquillity they had caught like elusive butterflies in their clawed hands.

“Good old boys,” she whispered, prying open the small fridge in the corner and stowing the sweet treats away for later.

Yes, they were troublemakers, and their endless whining and complaining about children they had raised to be just as insufferable as them was exhausting, but L couldn’t deny that she understood Abril a little better now, watching them.

Thingol whimpered softly in his sleep, and—at once—Finwë’s creaking fingers tightened around his cold hand.

L fussed briefly with their blankets before leaving as inaudibly as she’d come.

“They’re all right,” she reassured Abril when her colleague walked briskly towards her, empty tray swinging inquisitively at her side. “They’re resting. Maybe, we could let them have dinner in their room tonight?”

“Ah!” the young woman cackled, her eyes bright with triumph. “They’ve at last won your heart!”

@fellowshipofthefics here's another cute one!

Have an abomination for your pleasure!

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[lathalea]

For the Sweet Bingo, hopefully no one else has thought to ask for kissing on a ferris wheel and Thorin. I think it could be interesting if Yrsa somehow made an appearance. I do love her! Ultimately, it is your playground. Hopefully the muses are kind. Happy writing!

Hello hello @sweetestgbye! Guess what, it's finally happened, here is your request for the Sweet and Spicy Bingo by @fellowshipofthefics-- sorry it took so long and enjoy! :)

Relationships: Thorin x Yrsa (from Blame it on Cider)

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Author's notes: A modern take on Thorin and Yrsa's relationship. Since @sweetestgbye gave me a free hand with picking a Sweet and Spicy Bingo prompt, I chose "soulmates".

✨Soulmates✨

“Are you crazy, Thorin? I’m not getting up there!” Yrsa huffed and stomped her foot. And stomping her feet while wearing those new ruby-red high heels was a very difficult thing to do. But she was on a date with the hottest guy at the uni, a.k.a. Thorin Thrainsson, a.k.a. her boyfriend, and she just had to look her best. Especially since today he wore his hair (his amazing hair!) loose and he smiled at her with that soft little smile of his that softened his features, and looked at her with his dreamy blue eyes… making her knees unusually weak. But she was sure the cider they had just been drinking was at least partially to blame. She took another sip and stole a glance at the huge Ferris wheel, the newest–and biggest–attraction of the local amusement park. No, she was most certainly not getting up into that monstrosity, even though everyone in her home town kept on talking about how great it was. For a whole week Yrsa tried to ignore all the Instagram pictures or TikToks everyone kept on posting: “Look, this is me on the Ferris wheel!” “This is me and my bae kissing on the Ferris wheel!” “My doggo takes a ride with me on the Ferris wheel!” “Cute baby’s first time on the Ferris wheel!” “Mikey gets sick again on the Ferris wheel!”

Somehow, Yrsa did not think it was great at all.

“I got us tickets for the midnight ride, see?” Thorin took out four green tokens from the pocket of his leather jacket and purred seductively. “We’ll have the whole pod only for us. It's a full moon tonight, just think how romantic it will be: you, me, the moonlight in your fiery hair…”

“Thorin Thrainsson, I know exactly what you’re doing and sweet-talking me won’t work!” Yrsa poked her finger into his chest (very hard chest, she might add, and a very enjoyable one too, especially when not covered with that black rock band t-shirt he was currently wearing. She was referring, of course, to how well-defined his muscles were. She needed to see his bare chest often. For science. She needed to pass her anatomy exams somehow, right?), “I refuse to become one of the slaves of the consumerist society and go on this ride to hell! Besides, we can do so many other things, like go for a walk in the park…”

“At midnight? I thought you didn’t like that cemetery nearby,” Thorin furrowed his brow.

“Well… true, but still… We have options! Lots and lots of them! And all of them are on the ground!”

“Yrsa,” Thorin murmured, his half-lidded eyes cast a smouldering glance at her. “I know you’re not a fan of heights, but I’ll be with you all the time, holding your hand, just like I do now. You will be fine. I promise.”

Yrsa looked at their joined hands and then back at Thorin’s face. Very handsome face. And that wavy hair of his, dark as the night around them. And the way his lips moved… and she knew what these lips were capable of doing when they were alone. And they would be very much alone during the ride on the Ferris wheel. She swallowed.

No, Yrsa had to stand her ground.

“I won’t be fine! Can you imagine me hanging in the air, 300 feet above ground? It’s not natural!” She waved her hand emphatically, her ruby-red nail polish sparkling in the lamplight.

“I thought that this could be something special,” his rumbly voice reached her ears despite the hustle and bustle of the amusement park around them. “It’s our first anniversary, after all…”

“Oh. Is it? Yes, you’re right! How could I forget? it’s August, and our first kiss was at that wedding… You were so unbelievably grumpy, remember?” She chuckled.

“Only because you kept on brushing me off all day long!” Thorin grunted.

“I was just after a messy breakup,” Yrsa sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m still ashamed of how much I’ve drunk that night. But I’m glad you hadn’t given up on me then.”

“It’s not often I wake up next to a gorgeous woman who insists I’m her soulmate and then falls back to sleep, drooling on my chest…” “Hey!” Yrsa protested.

“... in a very cute and feminine way, of course,” Thorin grinned.

“Nice save!”

“Thank you,” Thorin made a mock bow, making Yrsa giggled and took another sip of cider from her paper cup.

“One year already, huh?” She hummed. “Our anniversary. I’m sorry, I feel so stupid, I should have remembered…”

“You remember all the Latin names of the bones in the human body and I remember the important dates and appointments. That’s how we roll, right?” Thorin pulled her close so that she was facing him now.

“Right,” she pecked him on his bearded cheek. It smelled like cider, strawberry ice-cream, and that sandalwood fragrance she had given him for Christmas. “Has anyone told you you’re the sexiest mechanical engineering student I’ve ever met?”

“Not often enough,” he rumbled, his lips drifting towards hers, but Yrsa tilted her head back.

“Am I not getting my one year anniversary kiss?” Thorin frowned.

“It depends,” Yrsa wrinkled her nose. 

“On?”

“On whether we are going on that contraption from hell,” she pointed at the said contraption moving in a steady, circular, and slightly sickening motion above them.

“Yes, we are,” Thorin said with conviction.

“No, we aren’t,” Yrsa said with conviction.

“So… are you withholding kisses from me? It’s blackmail!”

“It’s called a self-preservation instinct!”

“Yrsa. The Ferris wheel is safe. I swear. It’s brand new, it passed all the tests—I was helping with the fatigue tests, remember? You will be alright!” Thorin squeezed her hand. 

“I won’t!” Yrsa shook her head. 

“Look at that kid, he just got off the Ferris wheel and he’s beaming!” “It’s Mikey Dorisson, he’s going to puke.”

“No, he’s not, he’s… oh. Well.”

“I told you.”

“But his sister looks happy!”

“Because she’s just uploaded another TikTok vid of him puking,” Yrsa scowled.

“Well, you won’t puke!”

“Because I’m not going!” “Even if I ask you to close your eyes so that I can give you one kiss for every minute we’re up there?” Thorin purred, pecking the tip of her nose. “Hmmm… how about one kiss every ten seconds?” Yrsa batted her eyelashes innocently. “That can be…” Thorin started.

“What’s up, bro? Hiya, Yrsa!” A dark-haired teenager in a worn, navy blue baseball cap waved at them.

“Frerin! What are you doing here?” Thorin growled.

“I came to see how you were doing! Yrsa, have you said ‘yes’?” Frerin gesticulated excitedly.

“He meant the Ferris wheel,” Thorin interjected, but Yrsa clearly saw the deadly stare he directed at his younger brother.

“I don’t— Ouch!” Frerin made a jump. “Ah, yeah. Right. Sure. I meant the Ferris wheel. So, are you going?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t prepared my last will yet,” Yrsa whispered conspiratorially, making him laugh.

“I wouldn’t go if I were you,” Frerin replied with a glint in his eye. “Can you imagine spending so much time alone with my big bro? He’ll probably start telling you everything about the centrifugal force and all that other boring stuff! And what if you catch a cold? It’s very windy up there, you know. Oh, and…”

“Shut up, Frerin,” Thorin groaned, clenching his fists.

“Actually, Thorin was about to bribe me with some cotton candy…” Yrsa stated.

“Were I now?” Thorin’s eyebrow travelled up his forehead. Slowly.

“Yes, you were, “ Yrsa exclaimed enthusiastically. “Cotton candy and that big white teddy bear from the Mirkwood Shooting Gallery.”

“You know how I hate that stuck-up guy who runs the place,” Thorin sighed with a frown.

“But the teddy bear is sooo cute!” She batted her eyelashes again. It always worked. “Please?”

“Well…” Thorin hummed, but Yrsa knew him well enough to know she had already won. 

“And you better keep on hugging me all the time we’re up there,” she wrapped her arms around his upper arm and pecked his cheek. “Deal?”

“Deal!” Thorin pulled her into his arms and kissed her right on her lips, most probably ruining her ruby-red lipstick, but at that very moment she did not really care. She could never say no to his kisses. So she reciprocated.

“Guys! You’re disgusting!” Frerin groaned theatrically. “I’m going to get some ice-cream. Who wants some?”

Sadly, no one replied to him. Thorin and Yrsa were too busy.

***

“I’m going to name him ‘Beorn’.” Yrsa hugged her giant teddy bear as she settled herself in her Ferris wheel seat.

“Like that guy who rented us his vacation cabin?” Thorin wondered. 

“Yeah!”

“I don’t see the resemblance.” “Well, Beorn here is… fluffy.  Just like that guy. He reminded me of a big teddy bear.” She chuckled and sat the bear on the seat opposite her.

“Beorn? A big teddy bear? Didn’t you mean a big, rabid bear?” Thorin put his arm around her shoulder.

“No, that’s you,” Yrsa grinned, but then the Ferris wheel started moving, making her pale. “I’m going to need that hug and kiss now.”

Thorin, of course, complied.

 “Yrsa…” Thorin whispered as their lips parted. “You can open your eyes now. We are on top now and the view is…”

“No.”

“Not even a tiny bit?” He murmured into her ear and moved away before she could protest.

“Nuh-uh,” she shook her head, her eyes still closed.

“Not even if I tell you that I have a little something for you? For our anniversary?” Yrsa decided that Thorin using his deep, purring voice had to be classified as a crime. She couldn’t say no, could she? She opened one eye. Just a little bit. Just to see why Thorin had stopped embracing her.

What she saw made Yrsa open her other eye and gasp. Thorin was kneeling on one knee in front of her and held something in his hands.

“Yrsa… I have to tell you something. You knew it from the moment we first met, but it took me a whole six months to realize that you were my… soulmate.”

“T-Thorin?” Her voice trembled. Somehow, Yrsa forgot that she was sitting in a small pod 300 feet above ground in darkness, sailing through the air with the moon hanging above them. “What are you saying?”

“I’m trying to say that you are the one I want to spend my whole life with.” Thorin opened the little box he held in his hand. Against the bottle green velvet, something glittered like the stars above them. “Will you marry me, Yrsa?”

Before she drowned in the low, velvety rumble of his voice, in the deep blue sea of his gaze, Yrsa managed to whisper, “Yes.”

At that very moment, she was not afraid of heights at all.

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[such-a-random-rambler]

I have a bingo card! Thank you to @sweetspicybingo for all the hard work that goes into running this.

If you have any ideas / prompts / requests for any of these, send them my way - ask box is open!

[boldlyqueertastic]

“such a good boy, darling” AOS McSpirk

“Such a good boy, darling” Bones coos, admiring the scene before him, encouraging Jim to take Spock’s thumb deeper insider his mouth.

Completely enraptured by each other’s presence, not even superior Vulcan hearing registers the gentle swoosh of Jim’s door opening.

“Captain, you’re needed on the br—” Sulu cuts himself off as realization hits them all at once.

Spock freezes mid moan, getting caught losing himself in pleasure was his worst fear. This was a nightmare.

Sweatheart Bingo fill for: sweet talk, taste me

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[voiceoffenrisulfr]

The Real Winter Soldier, Part Three

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Winter x Greg (Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Winter finally gets his first date with his Lieutenant, and it goes... Predictably.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 3691

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) CW: BDSM, utter depraved smut.

𝐀/𝐍 -> It was demanded from me, so here's part three. Love you, Sailor.

Prompts met; - ‘Double Penetration’ – @anyfandomdarkbingo ; - ‘First Date’ – @fandombingo ; - Sensory Deprivation’ – Gen Prompt Bingo, - ‘Culture: Talking About Sex’ – @multifandom-flash , Taboo – 6046; - ‘Sadist’ - Multifandom Flash – BDSM, - ‘These are Things Man Was Not Meant to Know’ – Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 4047, - ‘Beat Them at Their Own Element’ - Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 2031, - ‘Shy Finger-Twiddling’ - Multifandom Flash  Mini-Event, Round Two – 2032. - ‘Eat Me Out’ – @sweetspicybingo (sweetheart bingo), - ‘Love’ – @julybreakbingo (4x4); - ‘Sweat’ – July Break Bingo (5x5); - ‘Condescending Praise Kink OR Degradation Kink’ – July Break Bingo (6x6); - ‘Oral Sex OR Phone Sex’ – July Break Flash Bingo; - ‘Kink: Cowgirl’, ‘Love as Attentiveness’, ‘Monster Under the Bed or Secret Identity’ – July Break Bingo (7x7); - ‘Kink: Creampie’, ‘Comfort’ - July Break Mini Bingo.

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The afternoon of our date, a package appeared on my doorstep.

My head cocked curiously as I placed the carboard box on the table. It wasn’t large, but surprisingly weighty for the size. Fingers brushing the tape, I smiled softly at the only distinguishing mark on the box – a small, sparking snowflake sketched in one corner, delicate and precise.

I tugged gently at the tape, mouth running dry as the contents were revealed.

My fingers shook as I pulled out the scrap of paper, heart hammering in my chest.

I expect these to be in place for our date tonight.

I touched the boxes inside tentatively, blushing softly at the images depicting their contents before removing each with a reverent delicacy, eyeing the clock in anticipation.

I’d had to consult the internet for the best way to prepare my hitherto-unused ass – but I couldn’t deny that the slender dildo positioned inside me was intoxicating.

The larger of the two was more familiar by now, but the way it followed the curve of my body to press almost tenderly against my clit was… Different.

He was already seated when I entered, leaning back in his chair, collar undone and sleeves rolled up to the elbow. I felt my abdomen flutter at the mere sight of him, hyperaware of the toys buried inside me at his command.

He was on his feet before I reached the table, drawing out my chair and pressing a kiss to my cheek as I blushed. “That colour looks good on you,” he purred playfully, brushing a tender thumb over my jaw, and I felt myself grow darker, ducking my head shyly as I slid into my seat.

“Uh… Nice place,” I replied, glancing around the Italian, forcing myself to remain calm so he couldn’t see my nervousness.

He might be more experienced… But tonight, it’s my turn.

He settled himself opposite, silent for a moment as he considered me. Leaning forward onto his forearms, he fixed his dark eyes intensely on mine. “Did you do what you were told?” he breathed, and I couldn’t look away as I nodded weakly.

“I did,” I replied softly, and he grinned, predatory and seductive.

“Good boy. How do you feel?”

Time to shine.

I mirrored his position, leaning forward with my arms on the table, offering him a saccharine-sweet smile. “Deliciously full… Though my ass would feel much better stuffed with your cock.”

He blinked owlishly, my confidence catching him off-guard and leaving him momentarily wrong-footed, “I- Yeah, I-I’m sure it would…”

“You do stretch out my pussy incredibly, after all,” I added nonchalantly, taking a sip of my water to hide my smile at the infinitesimal drop of his jaw.

“Feels pretty incredible from my end, too,” he replied after a moment, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. “But you… You feel good? Comfortable?”

I nodded, leaning back in my chair to fold my arms across my chest, draping one leg luxuriously over the other and smirking when the motion drew his eye. “Very good,” I purred, dropping my gaze to the menu before me. “Though I’m somewhat regretting choosing a date that required us to wear pants.”

His gulp was audible, and I glowed internally, enraptured by my power over him – this man who had surely seen and done more than I could imagine, and yet here he was, squirming visibly in his seat.

Over me.

We kept the conversation polite and free of more private subjects while we ate - discussing our lives, both past and present, aims for our future, and the things that brought us to where we were.

“It sounds like you’ve lived a hard life,” he’d observed, never looking away as I briefly recounted my seventy years under HYDRA service. I could only nod at his tender gaze, a surprising lump swelling in my throat, touched by the concern he showed.

His own offered history had been just as vague, telling briefly of naval service and implying interactions of his own with the surreal and fantastical – in the most horrifying and haunting of ways, judging by the way his eyes glazed over as he caressed faint scars on the back of his hands absently. He didn’t offer more information, and I didn’t ask – the cursed look in his eyes was painfully familiar, and said more than his words ever would.

Inevitably, however, the conversation turned teasing and flirty as we ordered dessert, and I marvelled in his ability to be utterly confident hitting on me in public; I found myself glancing around, cheeks flushed, when he mentioned making me moan, stunned by his straight face and unabashed nature – he didn’t bother to drop his voice as I had, and seemed unphased by the occasional glance he received.

But as much as he was able to talk about these things in the middle of the restaurant, I had a few tricks of my own up my sleeve – even if they were reserved for a more private setting. I was only bold enough to keep my eyes on his as I licked whipped cream from the tip of my spoon, watching as his throat bobbed at the motion. “So… Shall we get out of here?” I purred, unable to keep myself from twisting my fingers together timidly, my voice cracking at the end and betraying my nerves. He smiled sweetly, reaching out to take my hand gently.

“Are you okay, Snowflake?” he breathed, kissing my knuckles softly, making my heart stutter and swoon.

“Wonderful,” I murmured back, a shy grin creasing my features. “I, uh… Just- I’m looking forward to getting you back to my place.”

His eyebrow arched in surprise, tongue passing between his lips to contain a chuckle. “Oh, you are, are you?” I nodded, and he groaned under his breath, pushing back his chair as he stood. “Let’s go.”

The second the door closed behind us, he was on me, his hands tangling in my hair as he pinned me to the wall, mouth colliding with mine in a hungry whine.

The sound ratcheted up when I spun us, his back replacing mine, my hand resting lightly on his throat. “Wh- Uh… This… This is… New…” he stammered, eyes widening with delight, and I smirked, trailing soft kisses over his jaw. “Not- ah, not that I’m complaining, I ju- mmm…”

His words died as I sucked lightly at his pulse, his fingers tightening against my hips, my own grip trailing slowly to press against his chest, pinning him in place. “I think it’s my turn to call the shots,” I breathed, drawing back just long enough to meet his gaze with a grin. “I’d like to give the whole ‘dominance’ thing a go…”

He gulped and nodded quickly, tipping his head back just a little as he rested it against the wall. “I’m yours, to do with as you wish.”

With a soft, nervous sigh, I kissed him tenderly, pressing my body closer to his for a moment of vulnerability before growling under my breath, sliding my hands under the edge of shirt and pushing it up quickly, trailing my mouth over the exposed skin as it passed over his head. I lost myself for a moment in the taste of him – salt and rope and strength, so delicious and intrinsically him that it drove every thought from my mind as he trembled beneath my lips. “God, you taste so fucking good,” I murmured, nipping roughly at the curve of muscle over his chest and eliciting a sharp gasp and a shudder of delight.

My fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck as I pulled him toward me, stumbling blindly towards my bedroom with my lips pressed to him. The grunt of delight as I pushed him onto the bed made goosebumps erupt across my arms, and I straddled him quickly, moving to remove my tie. His lips parted in ecstasy as I draped it across his eyes, head raising obediently to allow me to secure the fabric. “Is this okay?” I breathed, and he nodded eagerly.

“Very,” he whispered, squirming minutely, his cock grinding against me pointedly. “God, please…”

“Patience, pet,” I chuckled, leaning in once more to create a bruise on the smooth, exposed skin of his throat, nails scoring red lines down his chest with a purr, making him whimper quietly. “I’m going to take my sweet time with you… And you’re going to love every goddamn second.” Another quick, desperate nod, and his fingers flexed on my hips, dipping under the fabric my shirt. My own closed around his wrists, and I pinned them over his head, humming as I rolled my hips against his. “So needy! Did nobody teach you any endurance?”

“I thrive on instant gratification,” he replied softly, a smirk playing on his lips, and I laughed under my breath, kissing him once more.

“Your perseverance will be rewarded,” I murmured, and he swallowed, his muscles relaxing beneath me as he nodded once more, submitting to my will entirely. I tentatively let go of his wrists, but he stayed obediently where he was, trembling as I trailed slow kisses down his chest to sink to my knees between his thighs. The soft pants that fell from his parted lips sent bolts of lightning through my veins, hot and fizzing, and I licked my lips as I fumbled with his belt, hands shaking with enthusiasm.

The sigh that escaped him as I flicked my tongue over his leaking tip made me grin, and I sucked lightly at the end of his length, humming contentedly, fingers lightly caressing his thigh. His hands dropped to the sheets either side of his hips, clenching with the urge to bury themselves in my hair, no doubt longing to fuck my throat with reckless abandon, and I grinned as he whined when I drew back, his hips jerking against nothing. But he lay obediently prone as I moved to my feet, shrugging out of my shirt, delighting in the way his cock bobbed at the sound of my trousers hitting the floor.

His palms found my thighs when I straddled him once more, unconsciously pressing me minutely down, quietly straining to press himself inside me, pressing the toy still buried inside me even deeper. I let his head brush against me, making him shiver with delight, before shimmying forward, relishing in the desperate whimper that erupted around the lip clamped between his teeth. “Shhh,” I murmured, caressing his cheek gently as I moved to place a knee either side of his head. “Make me feel good, pet, and you’ll get reward.”

His eyes lit up as I slowly withdrew the toy from inside me with a soft moan, teasing it against the edge of his lip. His mouth opened obediently, eagerly taking the toy and swirling his tongue around it hungrily, sucking and swallowing with a groan. With a quiet chuckle, I withdrew the toy, tossing it to the sheets and moving closer.

The moment my dripping pussy met his lips he dove into me with a groan, my back arching as I gasped and shuddered, eyes open wide. “Fuck- that’s it, sweet boy. Lick that cunt like the desperate whore you are… So fucking good…” He simply whimpered in response, and my fingers tangled in his hair as I rutted against him needily, relishing in each pass of his tongue over my clit. When he buried himself inside me hungrily, I mewled aloud, thighs clenching around his head. “J- god, yes, just like that! Just there, baby boy, fuck…”

The lewd sounds of my wetness passing over his mouth and his eager lapping only drove me higher, hips jerking faster, rocking against him frantically as he snatched breaths where possible. I couldn’t keep myself from tugging off his blindfold, wanting to see those eyes as I used him for my pleasure – the mahogany depths danced with delight as he worked his mouth against me eagerly, unable to stop his hands from moving to my waist to pull me closer and anchor me nearer to his probing tongue. Distantly, I considered chastising him, but his desperate grip digging tight into my skin was too good, dragging me over the edge as I rutted desperately against him, a cry of pleasure falling from my lips.

The full-body tremors that wracked my body as I came down had me leaning back, one hand resting on his hipbone to support myself as I panted hard. His tongue on me eased up as I whimpered in overstimulated pleasure, trading quick, precise flicks for long, slow laps, hungrily chasing down any drops of my wetness he may have missed, thumbs tracing comforting circles on my thighs.

My movements were slow and shaky as I moved to straddle his hip once more, biting back a grin at the sight of his slick face and glassy eyes. “My poor, sweet boy… Eating my pussy seems to have blown any thoughts from that pretty head, hm?” He nodded weakly, dazed, licking his lips as his gaze shifted to me.

“I-” He cut himself off with a soft groan, lids fluttering in pleasure before his eyes found mine once more. “So… So good…”

I purred, pressing back minutely, the toy still buried in my ass shifting at the motion and earning a soft, pitiful mewl. “I think you deserve a reward for performing so well…” I hummed, shifting to let my wetness slide along his length, eliciting a stuttered, breathless groan. His hands shifted to my hips, holding me to him as he rocked against me hungrily – and his eyes grew wide as my metal fingers wrapped around his throat, a warning growl rising in my chest.

“Remember you place, pet,” I breathed, grip loosening infinitesimally when his hands dropped to the sheets once more, hips stilling, a frustrated whine slipping between parted lips.

I picked up where he had left off, rocking and grinding atop him, head falling back as his leaking tip nudged my clit lightly. He could only whimper beneath me, his fingers clenched in the bedding as he fought to contain himself, and I leaned forward, offering him a sweet smile. “Beg.”

“Please,” he breathed immediately, eyes wide and pleading. “I- Fuck, please, Sir… You feel so good, I-I want you- Want to be buried in your beautiful, soaked, tight pussy… I love how wet you get, wanna let you drench me while you use me to make yourself feel good… Please, Sir, I-”

He cut himself off with a deafening groan as I twitched my hips, letting his length press inside me quickly, pausing with him buried deeply as he sobbed his gratitude and pleasure.

My pace was slow and gentle as I rocked atop him, relishing the gasps and moans that fell from his flushed lips. His eyes were locked on me, blown wide with rapturous adoration, the heat of his gaze making my skin burn with lust. “Don’t stop,” I breathed, rocking more firmly, fingernails scoring lines down his chest as I moaned gently. He swallowed, hips twitching minutely, head falling back as his lips parted once more.

“P-please- God, fuck- Please, Sir… It’s so good, you’re so good… Please Sir – use me – I’d be honoured to be a sex toy for you – anything you want, please… I just want to watch you feel good…”

My fingers found his, guiding his hands to my hips, showing him exactly how I wanted to move me and earning a soft groan of delight, biceps flexing as he obeyed eagerly. “That’s it,” I murmured, back arching as he shifted me on his length, pressing him deeper with each thrust. “Fuck- just like that, pet… Don’t- Don’t stop, f-fuck… I’m gonna s-soak that cock, and you’re g-gonna fuck me th-through it like a good slut, a-and then– mmm- then you’re gonna put those muscles to p-purpose and pound me into the g-goddamn mattress…” The stutter was unfortunate but unavoidable as his hands tightened on my hips, rutting into me more forcefully as I spoke.

“Please- fuck, please soak me- so, so hot when you squirt, Sir… I want you to make a mess of me,” he grunted, impaling me roughly atop him as the sounds of his cock pounding into my wetness obscenely punctuated each desperate breath.

The cry I released as he raised me was of utter ecstasy, juices flowing freely to soak the willing, obedient, hungry man beneath me, who could only groan out his pleasure, nails digging in as he slammed me back down.

True to orders, he moved me against him diligently as wave after wave of pleasure broke over me, interrupting only long enough to permit another gush of my wetness, leaving him soaked and slick, trembling with the effort of keeping his control.

When I was little more than a ragdoll, jerking in time with his hands rocking me, I leaned forward to wrap a hand around his throat, pulling him into a hard kiss as I quivered. “Fuck me, whore. Make me come, then maybe – just maybe – I’ll let you fill me up,” I whispered, more breath than vocalisation as I panted heavily, smirking at the whine he let out when I slid from his lap.

His own breath hitched when my chest met the bed, ass in the air proudly, my knees inched apart to offer him a full view of my dripping cunt. “What are you waiting for?” I purred, hips shifting to wriggle pointedly. “Don’t leave me waiting, fuck toy, or I’ll leave you want-”

My words were cut off as he buried himself inside me quickly, setting up a ferocious, bruising pace, eliciting a deafening yelp and a groan of depraved pleasure. His hands found my hips once more, dragging me forcefully against him, and I hissed in delight as his balls collided with my clit, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me.

True to orders, he gripped me roughly, breath coming in short, sharp pants as he exerted himself. A bead of sweat pooled at the base of my spine as I grunted and gasped, fingers dragging rapturously at the sheets, body jerking. “Fuck- that’s it, that’s it – just there, Sailor… Fuck me, pet – oh, God…”

He groaned roughly, nails digging into my flesh as he unmade me, my own sounds of pleasure dissolving into frantic whines, rutting back against him and earning a hand between my legs, deftly caressing my clit. “There we go- God, you’re so beautiful, so wet, so tight- Fuck, Snowflake, please, I-I can’t-”

I cut him off with a desperate wail, leaning back to crush myself against his chest, muscles convulsing around him as I sobbed helplessly. His free arm wrapped around my waist immediately, holding me tight to him, and – despite the shuddering of urgency in his own body and the staccato tempo of his thrusts as he fought to restrain himself – continued to fuck me just as ordered, spearing me on his cock as my cries faded to pleasured whimpers, head falling back against his shoulder.

“Come for me, Sailor,” I breathed, reaching back to tangle a hand in his hair, holding him tight to me. “Fill me up… Please.”

My words had immediate effect as he buried himself with a relieved, deafening groan, forehead finding my neck as he finally let himself fall still, save the pulsing of his length as he spilled inside me. The ragged breaths against my skin made me smile, and I smoothed his sweat-damp hair tenderly. “My good boy,” I purred, eyes closing for a moment as bliss washed over me. “Such a good boy.”

We lay in a sweat-slick, tangled heap, his cock still buried inside me, my body crushed to his and our foreheads pressed together. My fingers found his cheek, caressing gently, and his eyelids fluttered open to offer me a soft smile.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, eyes half-open as he considered me. “You doing okay?” I nodded once, returning his smile, enamoured with this exhausted man who had worked so hard for my pleasure – but I was unable to keep up the eye contact, and his brow furrowed worriedly. “What’s wrong, Snowflake? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” I replied quickly, hand dropping to squeeze his bicep gently in reassurance. “You were… Amazing.” I chuckled softly, shaking my head, still feeling weak from the waves of pleasure that had crashed through my body, then paused. “You’re not… Afraid of me, are you?”

His frown deepened further, fingers finding mine to hold tight. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

Hesitating, I looked away, swallowing with difficulty around the lump in my throat. “I… I know the stories people tell about me. That, y’know, I seem like an alright guy now – but that I’ve done some real bad things. Some folks understand that it wasn’t me; others just… Think I’m a live grenade, ready to blow at any moment. Just waiting in the darkness, and maybe they’re right; I’m the monster under the bed that their mother warned them about, after all.”

He considered me for a moment, eyebrows all but descending into his eyes as he stared. “… Oh, Win, no,” he murmured, holding me tighter to him and pressing a soft kiss to my head. “My sweet boy. I’m not afraid of you – and you are not a monster, do you hear me?”

I curled closer to his chest, burrowing into his willingly offered body and clinging to him needily. “You think so?” I muttered, and he nodded against my hair.

“I know so. I could never be afraid of you, Snowflake. I love you.”

I hummed gratefully before pausing, the gravity of his words sinking in as I looked up, finding him slightly pink-cheeked and nervous, but smiling softly. “You… Love me?”

A gentle chuckle, and he nodded, skimming his lips against my forehead lightly. “I love you, Winter.”

My heart hammered in my chest, and I blushed as I looked down, suddenly shy, despite the cock still resting inside me. “I… I love you too, Lieutenant Tyne.”

[heilith]

A Way to Wake Up

As prompted by @sotwk for the Sweet and Spicy Bingo Challenge by @fellowshipofthefics​, Breakfast in Bed with Lindir. 

Words: 513, no warnings. :)

A Way to Wake Up

“The sense of this tradition evades me.”

You eyed the abundance of refreshments at the bedside table with a mixed feeling of satisfaction and horror. The sacrifice of such a scale was enough to please a pantheon of gods, or, rather, goddesses.

“That I noticed, my love.”

The way his eyelashes went down for an instant had you smile inwardly. That very expression always followed that very endearment. You never failed to recall neither the first time you’d seen it, nor how much it had scared you then – so alike to the mask of pain it was. In a sense, you felt it was what it looked to be. Your tenderness did give him pain, but only the merciful kind of it.

So now you were just feasting your eyes upon his sufferings, proud to be the reason for them.    

“You’re barely conscious,” his skill of making the soulful voice of his sound dull and expressionless was a personal offence to you. That one drop of poison to spoil a whole spring of wine.

Loving him was walking a labyrinth by touch and instinct, no lights flickering ahead to guide you.

Had there been no rewards to come with it, you would have long given up on being the only one to make light of anything and everything.

“Wake me up,” you asked with a soft invitation.

It thrilled you how he never shunned from whatever it took to prove your wish was his command. In your book, it required less courage to face a Balrog than to pledge oneself to another as openly as he was ready to do it.  

There was so much to admire about him. Like his reluctant sincerity. Like his kisses.

Like the one he was giving you now, making your lips throb in unison with your poor heart, and your hands tremble, sliding their way down his face.      

“This tradition I approve of,” he was still solemn, but there was a smile dancing in his eyes, like a will-o-wisp that threatened to lure you too deep into danger.  

“Expect the favour to return to you, then.”

“Now, please.”

You were a tad too willing to provide. He didn’t complain, of course.

“Will you join me?”

You could sense the silent protest snarling its disappointment inside of him, but he took hold of himself with dignity you could only wish to show one day.  

One deep breath in he leaned away from you, as sober and composed as you could imagine him to be.

“I’m not hungry,” said he in a perfectly indulgent tone, “Enjoy yourself.”

“I didn’t mean food, Lindir,” you whispered heavily.  

There was no pause between the clipped chuckle he let out and the sound that left your mouth, as he pulled you into himself, all but breaking you in an embrace almost worthy of an apology later.  

And there was no doubt the breakfast would be stale, when one or both of you started pleading for mercy.  

“Makes sense now,” was the last thing he allowed himself to utter, before there was nothing that really mattered any longer.