#sillyrabbit81 milestone celebration

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration 2023

Thank you so much for following me! I'm so humbled and grateful for the follows, likes, comments, and reblogs I have received on this platform over the past two years. Your support is appreciated. To say thank you, I ran a poll to see how you think I should celebrate.

As a result of the poll, I thought we could play a screenshot game together. I will set out the rules below, but I thought it might be fun to have you not only send in asks for the game, but also to participate yourselves and contribute a short story.

How to play:

Scroll down to the three gifs below (under the cut because they are flashing). The gifs will have a "Mood", a "Character" and a "subject or kink".

Take a screenshot of all three gifs at once (they should fit on a phone screen - it may not work on desktop.) (God I hope it works on all phones 🤣)

What ever the screenshot captures will be the prompt for your story. E.g. "Slow & Romantic", "Walter", and "Choking".

Either send in a copy of the screenshot to me through my asks (Anons will not be able to participate) or write a short story yourself. I'm hoping to keep my stories to about 500 words, but you are welcome to write more or less than that.

If you use the prompt yourself, please tag @sillyrabbit81 me so I can reblog it and add it to the celebration masterlist and use the tag #rabbitsmilestone23 in the first 5 tags.

I will be accepting asks for this Celebration for the next seven days. I hope to start posting after that. If you chose to write something yourself, there is not real deadline for participating, I want to keep this fun and stress free.

Any questions, just ask me! Enjoy and thank you so much for following.

❤️ Rabbit

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: For @sillyrabbit81’s follower milestone celebration; Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Prompt [screenshot at the end]: Slow & Romantic, Tied Up, Clark Kent

Warnings: Subby Clark should be considered a warning, rope bondage (Shibari), poorly hidden Anakin Skywalker quote, oral sex (f/m receiving), cum swallowing

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. [I promise I am working on Bright Like The Moon still, but Sub!Clark though!]

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

My Masterlist 

It had been days of him dropping hints. He was sending me links to shibari websites, referring to me as Miss without provocation, and kneeling at my feet when I entered a room.

The man was relentless, but I understood it perfectly when he explained it over dinner. He was calm and collected, but I’m sure it took all of the Kryptonian’s strength not to melt.

“I save people all of the time, it feels nice to be so needed. It feels amazing to be in control, don’t get me wrong,” He looks at me while rising from his chair and coming to kneel next to mine, “But I want to relinquish control. I want someone else to have power over me. I want you to own me, Miss. Please, will you help me?” 

His politeness always went straight to my pussy. This man could hold the planet but needed to feel protected, I could do that. “I’ll help you, Clark. On one condition.”

“Anything,” he whispers, already slipping into submissive mode.

“You give yourself over to me completely. From this moment on, until you can’t take any more, and I’ll be the judge of that, you are mine to do with whatever I please. Do you understand?” I ponder aloud, my hand ghosting across his jawline.

“Yes, Miss. I understand that you are in control,” he breathes, his blue eyes blazing in the low light of the dining room. Damn, he is such a good little sub already.

“Good boy,” I hum, running my fingers through his curls. Now, I expect a response and when I didn’t get one, I let him know what happens when he does the wrong thing. Grabbing a fistful of his hair and tightening my grip, I growl in his ear. “I didn’t hear a thank you.”

“Thank you, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss,” he whimpers, eyes remorseful.

“Now he gets it,” I purr, releasing my grip on his hair. “You’re going to go to the guest room. You’re going to crawl on your hands and knees. When you get there, you’re going to strip completely and wait for me. When your head is down and your hands are resting on your thighs, I’ll know you’re ready to begin. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss, I understand,” he affirms, looking down in servitude.

“Good boy,” I beam, getting up to stand over him, “Go on then, show Miss that you can follow directions.”

“Yes, Miss,” he says, hands going to the floor in front of him as he begins to crawl on his hands and knees through the house, looking for all intents and purposes like a cat stalking after prey. But this time, I was the predator. Watching his shoulder blades shift through his tight dress shirt, his perfect ass swaying in those perfectly tailored dress pants. The man was a vision of lust. And I was ready to tear him apart.

In truth, I did make him wait for just a hairsbreadth longer than I intended to. I took my time getting ready, slipping into some new lingerie Clark had never seen and dabbing his favorite scent on my wrists and neck. I grab the rope and my Hitachi and put on my highest stilettos. I walk slowly to the guest room, letting the click of my heels alert him that I was coming.

Entering the room, I see Clark kneeling with his back to the bed. Head down, hands resting on his thighs. My sub is so good at following the rules. And by the way his cock hangs heavy between his legs, I can tell he is beyond excited to start.

“Such a good boy, waiting so patiently for me,” I purr, stalking over to him and placing one hand within his curls and one on his cheek, “We have a few things to go over and then we can get started, ok baby?”

“Yes, Miss,” he acknowledges his understanding, turning to my hand to kiss my palm.

“That brings us to Rule #1: You don’t get to touch unless I give you permission. I will allow you this one mistake, but be clear that is the only one. Rule #2: You cum when I say you do, no sooner or later. Rule #3: If I ask you what color, you respond with green for good, yellow for slow down, or red for stop. Do you understand these rules?” I step back and raise his chin so he can look me in the eye.

“Yes, Miss, I understand these rules,” he sighed, pupils blown and wild.

“Good boy. To make sure Rule #1 is followed to the letter, I’m going to take away your ability to use your hands. May I begin to restrain you?” 

“Yes, Miss,” he agrees, watching me as I pick up the red rope I brought into the room with me.

“Good boy. Stand for me so I can tie your chest and arms,” I croon, waiting until he was at his full height to kiss and nip at his jawline as I untwined the rope slowly. 

I find the tails of the rope, holding onto the bight, and begin to tie the Shinju harness across his broad chest. As I tighten the rope every so often, I also tease Clark’s nipples with the soft pads of my fingers. I lean in and lick and bite at his pectoral muscles until he squirms. I connect his arms to the harness, keeping them straight to emphasize his chest as he is forced to stand straighter. I finish and stand back to look at my work. 

“We both know you can get out of the rope if you need to. But in keeping with the rest of the night, I’m going to let you out of the ropes if you need to be rid of them. Color?” I prod, suddenly feeling the reality of domming Superman.

“Green, Miss,” he assures, cock bobbing happily between his legs. 

I reach down and lightly squeeze the base of his cock and he whimpers. “On your knees facing the bed,” I insist, pushing down on his shoulders. I sit on the bed after taking off my lace thong and I put my shins on his shoulders. “You look hungry, Clark. Why don’t you eat my pussy until I cum on that pretty face of yours?”

“Yes, Miss” he breathes, getting to work with that wicked tongue of his. I don’t understand how he is holding himself up without the use of his hands, but it must be a balance thing. I don’t put too much thought into it as my focus is elsewhere. 

Before I know it, Clark is humming around my clit at just the right decibel to have me screaming his name. He then laps up my juices as they flow uncontrollably from me, leaning back after I push him back. 

“Thank you, Miss,” he says, ever the polite submissive.

“Such a good boy, you are, Clark. I think you’ve earned an orgasm,” I praise, getting up to grab the Hitachi. I play with the settings, letting the lowest setting stay on while I tease Clark’s nipples. When he starts to wriggle at the sensation, I push the head of the Hitachi against the underside of his balls. This is where the fun begins…

With his balls being stimulated, I lean down and wrap my lips around his cockhead, swirling my tongue. Clark groans so loud and for so long, it feels like his entire being will explode.

“May I please cum, Miss?” he yelps, his breathing fast-paced.

“Cum for me, Clark,” I confirm, watching as Clark’s tension ebbs away. His tightly shut eyes pop open and he cries out as his cock erupts into my eagerly awaiting mouth. After a few seconds, I realize he is still cumming and turn off the Hitachi, putting it to the side. I wait until his cock only twitches but doesn’t release any more spunk and I pull off of him in enough to catch him as he pitches forward. 

“Clark, I’m taking off the ropes, ok?” I don’t wait for an answer as I make quick work of releasing his arms and sliding the ropes off of him. I roll him over on his back and see his eyes searching mine. “I’m right here baby, are you ok? I think that orgasm might have been a little too intense.”

“I’m…k. Yeah, in…tense. Thank you…Miss,” he stutters, a lazy grin on his face, cock still twitching.

“You did so good baby, I am so proud of you,” I croon, leaning Clark into my lap while I check his arms and chest for rope burns. When I see nothing to worry about, I run my fingers through his curls. “How are you feeling now, Clark?”

“I think a few brain cells are gone completely but it was so worth it. I think I was deep in subspace for a second there,” he smiles up at me, love beaming in his eyes.

“Yeah, I would say so. That means you really needed it,” I kiss the tip of his nose, “So, I think I know the answer, but for my own ego, how did I do?”

“You took such good care of me. I felt so safe with you. And the way you took charge and realized I needed to end the scene? That was perfect. I couldn’t ask for a better Domme. Thank you, baby,” He brings my face down to his and kisses me.

“You are very welcome. What do you say we go take a bath together and then watch some bad tv?” I smile down at him and wiggle my eyebrows at him.

“That sounds wonderful,” he chuckles and gets up from the floor, reaching his hand out to me. 

I take his hand and allow him to lead me to the tub. We bathe and get dressed in comfy jammies and spend the rest of the night watching tv and cuddling.

**Tag List**

Henry Fanfiction: @astheskycries @enchantedbytomandhenry

Prompt screenshot:

[jobean12-blog]

Under Your Skin

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Word Count: 2,913

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for some time but you still haven’t been in to visit him at work but you finally get up the nerve to do it and maybe even to do something even more exciting...and then some. 

Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to write his AU with Eddie for a while and I cannot thank my lovely friends enough for all their insight into the world @sillyrabbit81 @mrsmischief209 @ysmmsy @buckysdollforlife @blizzspeaks This is for my sweet Jen’s @late-to-the-party-81 1k Follower Celebration and Challenge Yourself Challenge! This is the first time I’m doing this AU so it seemed like the perfect push! Thank you for hosting love and congratulations on a much deserved and amazing milestone! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @wannabehamlet thank you darling so much! 🥰

Warnings: fun and flirty tension and fluff :) 

GIF NOT MINE: Creidt goes to @barnesdjarin thank you sweets 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Your hand is clammy as it closes around the handle of the door and you give it a pull that’s too hard, the motion making you jerk back unexpectedly.

You crash into Robin with a muttered apology and step inside. A little bell over the door chimes and indicates your arrival. You take a deep breath and survey the shop.

The first thing you notice is the clean and sanitary smell. That, and the fact that the colorful paint on the walls is barely visible under all the artwork, photos and records that lines them.

“Wow,” you whisper in awe, taking it all in.

“Now that’s what I like to hear when people walk into my shop.”

Your attention is momentarily drawn away from the decorative walls when you hear the sound of his voice.

“Hello ladies,” he croons before his gaze settles on you. “So glad you finally made it in to see me.”  

You stop and stare, a new kind of nervousness making your heart skip a beat.  

It’s the first time you’re visiting Eddie at his new Tattoo shop and you’re already in love.

“Hi Eddie,” Robin says, elbowing you.

“Oh!” you squeak. “Hey Eddie.”

“So, what can I do for you?”

“We want a tattoo,” Robin says with a bright smile. She then points at you and says, “well, she does.”

His eyes are trained on you as they sweep down your body and back up to your face.

“This is your first one right?” he asks with a wink.

“Yes,” you declare and dip your head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you.”

He moves closer and rests a gentle hand on your lower back, ushering you forward.  

“Not gonna lie, I’m really fucking excited you’re here,” he says quietly, his lips just barely brushing your ear.

You shiver in response and turn your head, your faces only inches apart.

“I’m nervous,” you blurt out, your breath catching in your throat when his eyes drop to your lips.

“You’re in good hands,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers up your back before he motions for you to sit on the couch.

Robin joins you, grinning as she looks at the shop walls.

“Are these pictures of your band?” Robin asks.

“That’s us. Corroded Coffin,” he answers with a pleased smile while he rummages through supplies on the table.

“I like your guitar,” you say as you study one picture in particular.

“Thanks. She’s a beauty right?”

You nod and continue to look around. Without thinking you get up and start to move about the shop, noticing that some of the artwork is signed with Eddie’s name.

“Your artwork is amazing,” you point out.

“Thanks,” Eddie answers. “Wait until you see your tattoo.”

He waggles his eyebrows and sticks out his tongue, his silly face making you laugh and easing some of your anxieties.

“So, I sorta have an idea, but I don’t really have a solid idea. I kind of know what I want but at the same time I don’t have a clear picture and I’m nervous it will hurt and…”

Eddie gives you a soft smile as your words trail off and you shuffle your feet. You can hear Robins pained groan but you keep your eyes on him.

“I can help you bring your idea to life; you just tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll make it happen.”

“Really? It’s that easy?” you ask, your tone disbelieving.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he tells you. “Like I said, you’re in good hands with me sweetheart.”

You audibly swallow and will your heart rate to slow down.  

“Give me a minute. I was just finishing some paperwork when you came in,” he says.

He walks to the back of the shop and disappears behind a door. You swing around and look at Robin with wide eyes.

“He’s too hot,” you whisper shout. “I can’t let him give me a tattoo! This is too much.”  

“Oh don’t be such a dingus!” she answers, throwing her hands up. “And why can’t you!? You heard him. He’s talented and you’re in good hands.”

“His hands…” you nearly whine, rubbing your own over your face. “The rings…I’m not gonna make it.”

She smirks with a sparkle in her eye and you blow out an exaggerated raspberry.

“I’ve been here less than five minutes and I’m already making a fool of myself and if he actually puts his hands on me I’m going to faint for sure.”

Before Robin can give you a proper pep talk, Eddie saunters back into the front of the shop with a smile.

“So talk to me sweetheart, what are you thinking?”

He sits down on a rolling leather stool and slides himself toward you.

“Maybe on my shoulder and something with the ocean? A wave? A sea turtle? Some other cute sea creature?”

He smiles brightly and the skin around his eyes crinkles delicately, their warm color making you inwardly sigh.

“Can you take this off for me?” he asks, motioning to your hoodie.

“Sure,” you answer, feeling your skin heat.

You shrug off the garment and turn your body to show him the spot you’re thinking of putting it.

His eyes fill with heat at your newly exposed skin and you lick your lips and when he softly brushes his fingertips over your skin it sends a rush of warmth through your body.

Once you determine how big you want it and the spot you want it in he grabs what he needs to sketch it out.

“Tell me about your favorite memory of the ocean or the beach,” he says, placing his pencil to the paper.

As you rattle off your thoughts, Robin smiles and gets up from the couch to look around more. You don’t even notice that she’s gone and by the time you’re done talking Eddie has a sketch drawn up and he’s grinning.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry for my rambling. I hope that wasn’t too much.”

“Nah sweetheart, it was perfect. Are you ready to see?”

You nod excitedly and wait.

He lifts the sketch up and turns it around so you can see. You gasp softly, covering your mouth with your hand as your eyes take in the drawing.

“Eddie,” you whisper. “Wow.”

“That’s the second time you’ve used that word in my presence,” he teases. “You’re going to give me a big head.”

You giggle and take the paper from his hand. “It’s absolutely gorgeous. I love it. I didn’t even know I wanted this.”

He leans closer, studying first the drawing then your face. “It’s going to be even more beautiful on you.”

Robin’s playful scoff pulls both you and Eddie out of your moment and your heads simultaneously turn her way.

“What?” you ask with narrowed eyes.

“So cheesy Munson,” she states with a deadpan look.

Eddie narrows his eyes and throws her the finger.

She laughs and gives him one back.

“But it is really amazing,” she adds.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts into a boyish smile and he winks at you again.  

“Ready to get started?” Eddie asks, taking your hand.

You visibly stiffen and your palm starts to sweat against his.

“I uh…I think so.”

He pulls you to your feet and tucks you into his side.

“Come on, let’s get you comfortable,” he says assuredly.

He brings you over to the tattoo bed and has you sit down.

“You have to sign this waiver first,” he explains, letting you take your time reading over the paper.

“Any allergies?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply as you sign your name.

“Did you eat lunch?” he asks, giving you a lopsided grin when you look at him like he’s crazy.

“Umm, I did but that was about two hours ago.”

He holds up a ringed finger and jogs to the back of the shop, returning quickly with some juice and cookies.

“Here,” he says, holding both out. “Have a drink and a cookie. It’ll help.”

You open your mouth to say “wow” again, your lips shaped just so and Eddie grins, staring at your mouth before he drags his eyes up.

“Were you about to ‘wow’ me again?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” you giggle. “You really meant it when you said you’d take care of me.”

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I’m sure this is how you treat all your clients,” you say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes.

“Nah, only the ones I’m hoping to keep around,” he simpers.

“Smooth Eddie,” Robin pokes from her spot across the room. “Real smooth.”

Eddie ignores Robin’s jabs and keeps his focus on you.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and lower your lashes, hoping to hide how his words affect you.

“Hey,” he says quietly and you bring your gaze back up to meet his. “You good?”

“I’m good.”

“I want you to talk to me the whole time and if it ever gets too much just let me know,” he says, giving you a pointed look.

“I will,” you whisper.

“Pinky promise?” he asks, holding up his pinky finger.

“Promise,” you smile and wrap your pinky around his.

You watch as he gathers his tools, double checking that everything is clean and sterile. He prepares the ink and the machine, explaining everything as he goes.

“Ok, we’ve gotta get these out of the way,” he says as he slips his fingers under the straps of your tank top and bra.

He slowly slides them down until they rest along your upper arm, before softly caressing your shoulder. The whole interaction feels intimate and you take a deep breath, relieved that he can’t see your face at the moment.  

“This might be a little cold,” he warns as he preps your skin by cleaning it.

Even with his gloves on you love the feel of his hands on you. When he places the stencil over your skin you can feel the press of his rings and you have to suppress a shiver.

“Here, take the mirror and make sure it’s where you want it.”

You stand and use the small mirror to check the placement, your eyes drifting to meet Eddie’s in the reflection.

“That’s the spot,” you say.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s do this sweetheart. I’m ready to start if you are.”

He straightens out the tattoo table and helps you get comfortable lying on your stomach with your face resting in the hole. You can see his spread legs as he rolls his stool closer and it momentarily makes you forget why you’re there.  

“Still with me?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the combined nervousness of the impending tattoo and his close proximity mixing into some kind of dizzying intoxication.  

“Robin can hold your hand if you want,” he says, peeking over at her. “I would do it but I need both of mine.”

His charming words make you smile and some of your tension eases with your deep exhale.  

Robin rushes to your side and sits with her hand held out.

“You’ve got his babe,” she says confidently.

“You do,” Eddie adds.

The buzz of the machine makes you visibly tense and Eddie rests his hand on the back of your thigh.

“I need you to be a good girl for me and relax sweetheart,” he tells you when he leans down near your ear. “Can you do that?”

You make a small sound of agreement, holding back a whimper at his use of ‘good girl’ and decide that concentrating on his thighs is a good distraction. The first prick of the needle is painful but you start counting the rips in his jeans and the pain slowly eases into a mild discomfort.  

Heat radiates off his body and you soak it in, the smell of his shampoo lingering in the air every time he shifts and his curls bounce and sway.

After his third check in you ask him for a small break. He helps you to sit up, your arm curled around his neck and your body slightly shaky.

“You ok sweetheart?” he asks, pressing his fingers under your chin and lifting your eyes to his.

“Yea. Maybe just another sip of juice?”

“Of course,” he says, but keeps you in his arms. “Hey Robin, can you grab her glass for me?”

Robin gets it and starts to hand it to you but Eddie intercepts it and holds it to your lips.

“I can take a drink myself you know.”

Your words end on a giggle but you don’t stop him when he says “open up,” and gives you small sips.

“Better?” he asks.

“Much.”

He takes the glass away from your mouth and holds it out to Robin but never takes his eyes off your face, his gaze dropping to your lips. When he feels the weight of the glass disappear from his hand he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Just had a little spot of juice…”

His words are whispered and breathy as his head dips lower.

“Her tattoo isn’t finished you know!” Robin chirps from the other side of the table.

Eddie jerks his head away and shoots Robin a glare. You bury your face in Eddie’s neck and give him a squeeze.

“Alright then, let’s get this piece finished,” Eddie grumbles, still giving Robin a look.

Once you’re settled comfortably again he gets back to work, continuing to check in with you regularly.

“We’re almost done,” he says excitedly.

Robin squeals. “It looks insane!”

His fingers press against your skin, warm and strong and with a few more touches he’s finished.

“Are you ready to see it?”

His eyes are bright with anticipation as he helps you into a sitting position. You start to stand but he stops you.

“Slow down sweetheart, don’t stand just yet. I can get you the mirror to see.”

He positions you so you can see your shoulder in the reflection and your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” you gasp.

Eddie suddenly looks nervous, his palms sliding down his jeans and his shoulders tensing.

“Is that good?” he asks, his tone worried.

“Wow,” you say, turning your eyes to him with a huge smile.

“Another wow huh?” he grins, instantly relaxing.

“Eddie…it’s…it’s…wow.”

“That’s two!” Robin states, looking between you both.

“I’m so glad you like it sweetheart. Looks gorgeous on you.”

“Thank you, I really love it.”

You continue to stare at the piece of art tattooed on your shoulder and the longer you do, the happier Eddie gets.

“Can I stand up now?” you ask with a smirk.

“Sure,” he replies, taking your hand.

You stand on wobbly legs and fall into his arms. He catches you and cradles you against his chest, smoothing his hand along your back.

“I got you,” he whispers.

“I feel a little dizzy,” you explain.

“That’s totally normal. Why don’t we sit?”

He leads you over to the couch and sits, patting his leg.

“There’s plenty of room on the couch,” you tell him with mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Yea but his lap is better,” Robin interjects as she gives you a light shove.

You plop down into Eddie’s lap with a small oof and he wraps you in his arms, careful not to touch your tattoo.

“Better?” he asks with a smug smile.

“You’re very comfortable,” you say in response before glaring daggers up at Robin.

“What?” she asks incredulously. “You’re a dingus. I know that’s where you really want to be.”

Your mouth drops open and you huff out in frustration but regardless curl yourself into Eddie’s chest.

“How long should I sit?” you ask him.

“As long as you want,” he murmurs. “But I do have to go over a few things with you. After care and all that.”

He tilts his head, inching his face closer to yours.

“That’s my cue to leave, my work here is done! Bye dudes!” Robin sings with a triumphant grin and rushes out.

Neither you nor Eddie even notice.

“Uh huh,” you nod, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. “Like what?”

“Likeeee,” he drags out the word and pretends to think as his eyes wander over your features. “Don’t go swimming anytime soon and stay out of the sun.”

“Eddie. It’s January.”

“It is?” he asks, dropping his nose to your neck and inhaling softly with a satisfied hum.

You make a small whimper and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Anything else?” you manage to ask, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

“Hmm, you have to clean it 2-3 times a day and I can give you some ointment for it….and I have to clean it again and cover it before you leave.”

“I think I can manage that,” you tell him, biting your bottom lip when his nose runs the length of your neck and you feel his lips trail along your jaw.

“You did so well today,” he whispers, as he tilts his head and you feel his hands flex on your hips.

“I did?” you ask, your words nearly breathless as you squeeze your legs together.

A muscle in his jaw flexes and he smooths one hand up your arm until his long fingers cradle your cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he promises with the lightest brush of his lips, just a whisper, before he captures your mouth in a hungry kiss.

@dreamlessinparis @hiddles-rose​ @goldylions​ @blackwidownat2814​

[geralts-yenn]

Geralt-Yenn's Masterlist

Hi! Thank you for taking a look at my materlist! Here you find a bunch of stories in which I put all kinds of Henry Cavill shaped characters.

Most of these stories contain content not suitable for minors, so if you're under 18, please do not read!

Do not copy, translate or post my work anywhere else! I explicitly forbid using my work to feed AI!

What I do encourage you is to reblog my stories. Every little bit of feedback is welcome!

List by character under the cut:

Your majesty (drabble; VampireKing!August/reader) 🔥

a lesson in obedience (VampireKing!August/reader/ofc) 🔥

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

bonfire (Sy/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: After months you finally see Sy again. But how will he react to you after he cancelled his date before he left?

Something like that (Sy/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: follow-up of bonfire - Sy finally takes you on a date

Part 1, Part 2

mother's day (drabble; Sy/reader) 💕

Yearning (drabble; Sy/reader) 🌩 💕

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

I need you now (Evan Marshall/reader) 💕

summary: After an accident your cute neighbor takes care of you

Brothers and Beers (drabble; Evan Marshall/reader) 💕 (Evan's pov on 'I need you now')

Fighting demons (Evan Marshall/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕 part 2 of 'I need you now'

summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

Ray of Sunshine (modern AU Melot/ofc) 🔥 💕

summary: just some fluffy, smutty summer dream with a tattooed biker Melot

Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

A very merry birthday (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

summary: The boys are celebrating Christmas and more importantly, Nina's birthday

 the natural thing to do  (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: After another breakup, instead of your best friend you only find her brother Mikey at her home. The guy you had a crush on since you were 12…

pranked (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: your babysitter job took some turns that you couldn't have forseen...

caught for sillyrabbit81’s milestone celebration 2023 (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

follow-up of pranked, but both stories can be read separately

date night with Mikey (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

ice cream, brownies and a hug (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Fakin' it (Mikey/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: To win back your ex-boyfriend, you decide to fake date your best friend. What could go wrong? 

Zoom (mini drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

A very merry birthday (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

summary: The boys are celebrating Christmas and more importantly, Nina's birthday

anahita (Napoleon Solo/ofc) 🔥

summary: After a hard job in Isfahan, Napoleon tries to lose some tension in the hamam of his client, the Shah

Memories (Walter Marshall/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: At your brother's wedding you have to face a ghost from your past - Walter Marshall - and you find yourself lost in memories

Part 1, Part 2

Hollow Hearts (Walter Marshall/reader) 🌩 🌩 🌩 (💕)

summary: you break up with Walter but you just can't let go

Hollow Hearts (bonus chapter) (Walter Marshall/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: you and Walter take care of each other (basically porn without plot, can be read without knowing the main story)

Headcanons / multiple characters:

Lazy morning sex 🔥

On-going series:

Inspo boards for my stories

Fluff = 💕 Smut = 🔥 Angst = 🌩

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[keanureevesisbae]

1600 followers. I cannot believe that there are 1.6k amazing blogs following me. Thank you so much to everyone who decided to follow me. I sure hope your stay here is not disappointing hihi 🥰

Because I didn't celebrate my 1.5k follower milestone, I am going to celebrate this one. It's going to look similar to my 1k follower milestone celebration and I welcome you all to participate!

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The following things are on the menu:

☕️ Behind the scenes questions about a certain fic ☕️

Are you wondering how I came up with the premise of a fic? Certain aesthetics I have in mind for characters or places? Or do you want to know what I think happens after the ending of finished stories (multichaptered fics or reader insert one shots/series)? Ask me a behind the scene question about a fic and I'll answer them!

🍪 Ask the characters of your favorite story your burning question. 🍪

Are you curious about how family life is for Alice and Henry and how they combine it with their careers as stewardess and pilots? Want to know what Leilani, August and Roger have up their sleeves now? Intrigued in the private life of Abigail and Hank Voight? Go ahead and ask any question to every character I've ever written!

🧋 Getting personal 🧋

Want to get to know me a little bit better? About my writing journey, my posting journey here on Tumblr? Want advice (I can't guarantee I can give amazing advice, but maybe I can say something useful lol)? I'm right here to answer your burning questions.

(please note: if the question makes me uncomfortable, I will not answer them 🤗)

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Note #1: There is no limit in the amount of questions you send in (anon or not). If you do have more than one question, please send in separate asks, because I'm gonna make an entire masterlist post for this celebration and I really like it if it's categorized lol

Note #2: The date I will post all of the questions is Saturday August 13th 2022 and I will post the answers of the questions throughout the day! Later on you can find them compiled in a masterlist!

Note #3: I cannot wait to see what you guys come up with!

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Tagging some mutuals 🥰

@diegos-butt // @crazybutconfidentaf // @thelastsock // @pterodactylterrace // @sillyrabbit81 // @gearhead66 // @abschaffer2 // @sofiebstar // @cherry-gemz // @toomanystoriessolittletime // @eldarwen333 // @omgkatinka // @liecastillo // @a-little-counter-esperanto // @needmorereading // @oddsnendsfanfics // @marshmallows2345 // @beenthroughalot // @acdassenza

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[nashibirne]

I posted 5,561 times in 2022

146 posts created (3%)

5,415 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@augustsprincess

@sillyrabbit81

@emelinelovesjc

@captainsy-cookiemonster

@jamdoughnutmagician

I tagged 1,315 of my posts in 2022

#henry cavill - 227 posts

#comment reblog - 154 posts

#ask nashi - 81 posts

#august walker - 80 posts

#roberto ferri - 49 posts

#thomas barrow - 46 posts

#downton abbey - 45 posts

#patrick wilson - 42 posts

#captain syverson - 41 posts

#rob james collier - 39 posts

Longest Tag: 66 characters

#can you even miss fictional characters you've created on your own?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Congratulations on the new Milestone, my darling!!!

I'm so happy you can celebrate all this very nice stages here on the blue hell, we all love so much!

Now, down to the request thingy... I have two ideas, and since I'm greedy as f*ck - besides of loving your writing like a crazy - I'm totally asking them both 😊😊😊

So, first we have Mr. Will Shaw (the love of my Pixie's life) and... Sex Marathon.

And second our beloved Geralt. The theme is open to whatever the muse tells you to do!

Love you, my Dear!

Ceci, my sweet, sweet darling! Thank you very much for your requests 💜

We start off with Will and I can't wait to hear what you think about it. I really hope this is what you wanted and that it's the way you would Will expect to act 🙏🏻 (Geralt will be next)

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176 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#4

Sometimes I feel exactly like this.

"il gioco delle eleide" by Roberto Ferri

184 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#3

congrats on your followers milestone! I'd like to request Walter Marshall helping you with your make-up 🥰

Thank you so much 💜💜💜

This was one of the hardest headcanons I was asked to do, so I really hope it turned out fine. It was fun to write it, let me know if it's also fun to read!

Pairing: Walter Marshall x you

Warnings: none

As usual...no beta... English isn't my first language... mistakes ahead!

My masterlist

My headcanon masterlist

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227 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#2

Sweet Nashi, congratulations on your approaching milestone!🏆 You are a treasure to this fandom, and I'm very happy to have you in my life. 💕

Character: Walter

Theme: fluff to smut 🥺👉👈

Thank you 💕🧸💕

Marta, sweetie, thank you so much for your lovely words 💜 and for the ask.

I have to admit I racked my brain about the theme you requested, because I wasn't sure what you were aiming at. So I decided to take it literally and give you a headcanon about how things go with Walter, when fluff turns into smut. I just hope you like it 🙏🏻

Pairing: Walter Marshall x you (female reader)

Warnings: smut! 18+, NSFW, sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving)

Unbeta'ed, English isn't my first language, there will be mistakes!

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My headcanon masterlist

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368 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Because I miss August on my dash 🥺

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464 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Poll

I'm about to hit a follower milestone and next month is my two year Tumblr anniversary. I've only ever done one celebration before (this time last year) because I never know what to do or if I should even do anything. So I figured why not ask you all because without you I wouldn't have to make this decision. 🤣

[geralts-yenn]

caught

A/N: So I tried to add to the stories for @sillyrabbit81's absolutely amazing milestone celebration...

You can find the masterlist for the celebration event here

My masterlist is to be found here

Pairing: Mikey (Hellraiser) x reader (female reader, no race, body type or physical features mentioned)

Prompt: Playful-Happy / Mike / Caught masturbating

summary: just some playful banter and porn without plot

warnings: smut: male masturbation, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), p-i-v sex , a hint of spanking, Mikey being Mikey…

word count: 2k

This is a follow up of pranked but both stories can be read separately

@sillyrabbit81 @raccoon-eyed-rebel @fvckinghenrycavill @mayloma @deandoesthingstome @ylva-stark @ellethespaceunicorn

If you want to be tagged / don't want to be tagged anymore please let me know

You were about to ring the doorbell when the door opened and Walter straight up bumped into you. “Oh, hey, didn’t notice you. You okay?” he asked. You nodded. “I’m fine, Walter. Thank you!” Why the hell did you thank him? For running into you? Most probably, yes, his firm chest felt really good. But you hoped he wouldn’t come to this conclusion.

“Mike is still asleep as far as I know. But I guess he wouldn’t mind you waking him up. I’m on my way to the office, so…” You were glad he didn’t end his sentence. Because, of course, he meant to give you the hint that this time in fact there wouldn’t be anyone in the house to hear you. Still remembering that awkward breakfast with Mike and his dad after the first night you spent at their house, you didn’t need another conversation like that.

You went up the stairs and heard music coming from Mikey’s room. So you wouldn’t need to wake him up. After knocking on his door, you waited a moment, but there was no reaction. You knocked a second time, still nothing. But it was Mike, who knows where his head was right at the moment? And what could be the worst thing you could run into?

Well, yes, the situation in front of you probably was within the top three worst things to run into in your boyfriend’s room. You were staring at Mikey, who lay on his bed, fisting his cock. Your mouth formed a small 'O'. As was Mikey’s. He was stroking himself at a fast pace and with a tight grip. His eyes were shut and the deep frown on his forehead wouldn’t have brought you to the conclusion of what he was doing at the moment, if you didn’t see it for yourself. 

He didn’t seem to notice you, and your mind was racing, thinking how to react. But it was Mikey. He could deal with a little embarrassment. “Doing so good, baby!” you praised him, followed by a small chuckle. Mike’s head shot up to you. But to your surprise, he didn’t seem embarrassed at all. A wide grin spread over his face.

“Hey, sweetcheeks, I was just thinking about you.” He didn’t even stop his ministrations. 

You couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Oh my god, Mikey!” At least, finally, he got up and packed himself back into his boxers. The only piece of clothing he was wearing, as you took in, appreciating his broad shoulders and his abs that formed a nice looking eight pack. Your eyes followed down the trail of hair on his stomach. You could still see the big bulge, covered by thin fabric now. And of course, this sight didn't leave you without a physical response. You felt that familiar tingling between your legs. 

“You wanna join me, babycakes? I could use some help.” Mike and you met in the middle of his room, and your mouth was on his as soon as you were near enough to reach him. 

Mike started out slowly but it didn't need long until you felt his kiss getting more heated. You dropped your backpack on the floor so you could sink your fingers into his curls like you loved it. Mike's arms tightened around your waist and his hands sneaked up under your shirt. You brushed your tongue over his lips and felt Mike's tongue intruding your mouth the very next moment. With the familiar sweet and minty taste of him, you felt a wave of warmth sweep through your body. 

Your hands traveled down his neck, along his spine, until you carefully pushed your fingers under the elastics of his underwear to cup his cute ass.

“Mh, look who is needy,” Mikey mumbled into your mouth and you could feel him grinning. He took your explorations as an invitation to move his hands, too, and they went to your chest and brushed over your bra. His thumb slowly circled around your hard nipples. Both of you moaned in each other's mouths. 

Mikey grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled at it. Next, your shorts found their way to the floor. His hands were roaming over your body, his mouth on yours, rough and demanding. Fuck, this guy made you so desperate with his way of kissing and touching you! This desperation needed to be stilled. So your fingers were back on Mikey's boxer briefs and you carefully pulled them over his erection and down to his knees. 

A gasp left Mikey’s mouth when you wrapped your fingers around his cock. You stroked him a few times, but this wasn’t what was on your mind. Your mouth left Mikey’s lips and instead you went down over his throat and chest, licking, biting and kissing, while you sank on your knees. Mikey growled in anticipation. 

You sat on your heels and looked up at him. For a moment, Mike stood completely still, the only movement the fast heaving of his chest. You bit on your lip to hide the smile when you thought what an uncommon sight that was. But then your impatience got the better of you and you grabbed his cock with one hand and started to circle your tongue over his tip. 

The drop of pre-cum on it left a salty taste in your mouth. 

As you wrapped your lips around him and started to suck him with hollow cheeks, Mikey couldn’t hold back any more, and his small hisses changed into loud moans. His sounds made your pussy clench around nothing and you were sure your panties were completely soaked by now. In no way you were able to take him completely, so your hand closed around the base of his shaft and moved together with your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth!” As you looked up and met his gaze, Mike let out another deep growl. His hands cradled around the back of your head and he thrust his hip forward. You felt him moving in your throat, as deep as you could take him. Your saliva drooled down your chin. But then Mike pulled back, still holding you, and his cock left your mouth with a pop.

He bent down to you and with one swift movement he had thrown you over his shoulders and carried you to his bed where he dropped you onto the mattress. “Time for breakfast!” he exclaimed with a wide grin. Kneeling next to you, he hurried to get rid of your bra and panties, throwing them onto the floor to the rest of your clothes. His boxers followed on the spot when he kicked them off his legs. 

Without any teasing or slow build up, Mikey just dove his head between your legs and devoured your pussy as if he was starving. Now it was you who couldn’t keep quiet, and Mike knew exactly what to do to entice all these lewd little sounds out of you. You started to squirm under him as his mouth worked sloppily on your clit. But when he slipped two fingers into your cunt, you lost all control. Your hips jerked up, and your fingers dug into his hair, riding his tongue and fingers to your climax. 

When you slowly came to your senses again, you opened your eyes and saw Mikey still kneeling between your legs, looking onto your pussy like a happy little puppy. Your heart melted at that sight. You grabbed his hands and pulled him down to you, kissing him feverishly. Trying to get him as close as possible, you wrapped your arms around him. 

Mike mirrored your movement, closing his arms around you. You didn’t even notice how he managed, but in the next moment, Mike was laying on his back and your body was spread on top of him. 

You positioned your legs beside his thighs and straddled him. When you sat up, Mike followed you while your tongues kept exploring each other's mouths. You grinded on Mikey’s hips, your wet folds brushing over his hard shaft. Mike moaned desperately into your mouth. You teased him a few times more by rolling your hips over him, but then you took pity on him and positioned his cock at your entrance. As you rose up to do so, Mike took the opportunity to dive into your cleavage, kneading both of your breasts. Slowly you sank down, feeling him stretching your walls while Mike’s mouth circled around your pebbled peaks. 

When you had taken all of him into you, you started to ride him frantically. Your hips smashed down on him while Mike enjoyed your boobs bouncing in his face with every thrust. Mike readjusted his position, and damn, that was a good move. You felt him rocking into you deeply like you never felt him before and you cried out his name. “Fuck, this feels good, baby!” he sighed. You felt your walls clench around him and only after a few more times crashing your hips together you fell apart once more. Your thighs trembled and you couldn’t keep up the pace any longer. 

Mike crawled out under you. While you were still kneeling with shaking legs, he positioned himself behind you and slapped your ass. And then he split your wet cunt open again and started to pound into you. Strangled moans coming from him, you were sure he was close now. And so you bucked your hips against him, helping him chase his climax. The smacking noises of your bodies joined the sounds of your moans. 

Mike wrapped his arms around your chest and guided you to sit up with him. Your sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. Mike’s hands found their favorite place in the world on your boobs again and he rutted hard into you. Finally, he spilled himself into you with one last powerful thrust. 

Both of you just dropped to the bed and lay there, totally spent. Mike wrapped one arm around you and kissed your forehead. “That was better than what I imagined when you came in, earlier!” You both laughed. “Glad I could help,” you answered him with a wink and snuggled into his embrace. 

“Mike?” You brushed a lock of his hair out of his face. He was still fuckdrunk and couldn't even open his eyes fully. “Hm?” he hummed in return. 

“You knew I was coming, right?” He wrinkled his nose, looking honestly confused. “I wouldn't stop before I had made you come, baby, you know that.” You chuckled and shook your head. “No, smarty, I meant, you know I was coming over to your house this morning. Why did you even start, you know, masturbating?” His long fingers brushed lazily over your back. “It's not like I had planned this. I got up, saw that gorgeous selfie you sent me last night and, well, that was kinda inspiring.” He smirked. “So I started my 'don't-come-in'-music and got to work.” How that man always made you feel confused and totally smitten at the same time… “Your what?” You blinked at him. Mike pointed to his speaker. “When I don't want Walter to come into my room, I start this particular song. He knows to stay away when he hears it.” Shaking your head and giggling, you said: “You know, there are keys that could do the same?”

“Yeah, lost mine some time ago. And maybe I did some things that made Walter believe it would be safer to not get me a new one” He shrugged and gave you a wink. You decided that you definitely didn't want to ask what exactly he did, so you stayed silent. But after a moment, a thought came to your mind. “Wait, did Walter hear that music or did you just start it right before I entered your room?”

Mike watched you curiously. “He must have heard” This family made you speechless over and over again. “So he knew exactly what I was running into," you remarked.

“Yeah, probably wanted me to feel embarrassed. But come on, I was raised in this family of lunatics. It takes more than jerking off in front of my girl to make me feel ashamed.”

[ellethespaceunicorn]

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Stardust (2007)

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: For @sillyrabbit81’s follower milestone celebration; You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement. 

Prompt [screenshot at the end]: Playful & Happy, Stepcest, Humphrey (Stardust) 

Warnings: smut between step-siblings, I'm not sorry for the title of this fic

A/N: First time and possibly not the last time I write for Humphrey, enjoy!

Divider: @firefly-graphics

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It’s not like you and Humphrey were exactly friends, you were acquaintances at best. But when your father and his mother decided to marry, you became his stepsister. He spent more time in the mirror than you, his boring girlfriend hated you, and he was always busy so you had no time to get to know each other.

It wasn’t difficult to get on Humphrey’s nerves and you excelled at it. You would move a perfect curl off-kilter or crinkle his sleeve and it would piss him off so much that he would hiss at you. But after a while, he would anticipate your attempts to annoy him. He would come to love it, expecting your advances around every corner.

He would playfully wrestle you, trapping your wrists above your head. Enjoying the way your breathing hitched and how your breasts would heave up in your dresses. Anyone who would see this would know Humphrey was playing a dangerous game. Which is one reason he kept these feelings close to his chest.

Victoria and you were none the wiser, even when Humphrey would make faces at you across the dinner table. His roaming hands would linger at the small of your back on a stroll through town. He would take you on picnics and feed you pieces of fruit, making it impossible not to take his fingers into your mouth. When passing you at home, he would make sure to bump his crotch into your ass too many times not to start to notice something was up. He was doing the most and he was getting sloppy. You could just let it go, but if you were one thing, you were horny.

Horny enough to get into the pants of your gorgeous and willing stepbrother. I mean, you weren’t blood-related. You didn’t even look alike, so you saw no problem with having a taste of forbidden fruit. 

You were patient with Humphrey and with your newly married parents. Soon, your schedule would make it perfect to be alone with your stepbrother. Your parents would be attending a dinner in a nearby town and Humphrey was tasked with keeping you company while your parents were away. You both kept up appearances by seeming bothered, Humphrey’s hand under the table squeezing your inner thigh told a different story. It conveyed to you all you needed to know.

While your parents busied themselves with preparation, you and Humphrey were in the library, taking turns reading to one another. You read humbly so that your parents couldn’t hear the erotica you read your stepbrother. His rapt attention feeds your willingness to give him more. You ghosted your hand down your neck and over pert and supple breasts. The book in his hands is soon forgotten and dropped to the floor as your parents step in to say their goodbyes.

You lock eyes with Humphrey as you hear the front door close. 

“Yours or mine, dear Sister?” Humphrey got straight to the point, his erection straining in his pressed pants.

“Neither,” He was undoubtedly confused, his brow furrowing, “I want you to take me here so we can be reminded of each other daily. I hope you can be amenable to that, dear Brother?”

“More than amenable,” he enunciates, unbuttoning his breeches to free his eager and flushed cock, “I’d say I was downright enthusiastic.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” You declare, kneeling in front of him to stroke his girth, “I’ll take matters into my own hands, sweet Brother.” 

“I’d rather you take matters into that filthy little mouth of yours,” He fists your hair, tilting your head back until you smile at one another, “You like it, don’t you? You like being my little slut?” Your moan is more than enough of an answer, but he still shoves you down the length of his prick.

He fucks into your mouth as you move your hands from his hips around to rest on his ass. He enjoys how you are trying to get every inch inside, pulling him closer until your nose is buried into the curly hair at the base of his dick.

“That’s my good girl,” He proclaims, knowing how to keep you merry, “Fuck, your mouth is so hot and tight, but I bet it pales in comparison to your cunt. Shall we test that theory?” He pulls his cock out of your mouth, a wet trail of spit still connecting the two of you.

You smile up at him, already cock-drunk. “Please, use me, Big Brother, I’m all yours.” You plead with him, knowing you don’t have to beg. He’s more than happy to use you.

“Such a good girl for me, Little Sister. You make me so delighted. Lay on your back, love, I wish to see your face when I enter you,” You flop on your ass, laying back and all but ripping down your pettipants to reveal how soaked you are.

Humphrey holds your legs open and enters you after running the tip of his dick through your folds, grunting as he does so. He smiles as he watches your face, adjusting to the squeeze of your tight pussy. He leans down, feigning as if he were to kiss your neck, and blows a raspberry on it instead, sending you into a fit of giggles.

“At a time like this, you wish to make me laugh?” You hold your side, laughter dying down as Humphrey nuzzles your nose with his own.

“I couldn’t help myself. I enjoy you, Little Sister,” He hits a particular pace that is gentle yet firm, “As I enjoy you, I enjoy this cunt of yours. Or should I call it mine?”

“It’s yours, Big Brother. Fuck your fucking cunt,” You all but scream out, Humphrey’s strokes and words exciting you to no end.

“Cum on my cock, dear Sister, show me how you enjoy my dick inside you,” At Humphrey’s words, you feel the bubble burst on your orgasm, your pussy fluttering around him setting him ablaze. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you so full of my seed, Sister…” He trails off, his hips stuttering as he stills abruptly.

“Yes, Brother, fill me until I’m so full of you,” You can still feel him twitching inside of you when he suddenly pulls out, going to lay between your legs. You think he wishes to watch his seed leak out of you, then you feel his tongue. His tongue dances along your folds, no doubt tasting your combined arousal. 

“Cum on my tongue, Sister. I want you to give me all you’ve got,” And those words are enough to elicit from you another orgasm, this time on his lips and tongue instead of his prick. He laps it up like the polite boy he is, pulling your skirts back down over your legs and laying down next to you on the library floor. He reaches an arm over you, closing his eyes for a moment.

You both lay on the floor until you hear knocking at the front door. 

“Fuck me, I forgot I was supposed to see Victoria today!” Humphrey harshly whispers, not moving to go answer the door, “Perhaps if I ignore her, she’ll give up?”

“Yeah, she’s definitely the type to give up when she doesn’t get something the first time,” You tease, wriggling out of Humphrey’s hold on you, “Just go and end her suffering and go to dinner or whatever it was.”

“No, I’m happier here with you, Little Sister,” Humphrey gets up from the floor and straightens himself before walking to the front door, coughing and sneezing before he opens the door.

You can hear him putting on the act tenfold but you don’t dare peek around the corner, keeping your mouth covered lest she hears your laugh. You hear the door close and footsteps come back down the hall and stop behind you.

“So what do you say we have an early dinner and I’ll read to you about those old pirates you love so much,” He could always persuade you, that was more than evident as of now.

“That sounds lovely, Big Brother,” You lifted yourself from the floor finally and followed him out of the room and through your home.

A/N: I’ve never written Humphrey before, so yeah. But I’ve seen Stardust probably around twenty to thirty times so I feel like I’m doing good.

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

2023 Character Wrapped

@geralts-yenn and @raccoon-eyed-rebel tagged me to talk about my favorite characters. And well, this is just too good not to pass up. So, join me, won't you?

Let's rank my favorite characters! (Based on # of times I have written them).

Under the cut to keep my ramblings off your dashboard...but you just know there are bunch of Henry Cavill-shaped bitches under this cut.

But, in what order??

Alright, let's get this party started with...

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter

I feel like this is absolutely no surprise that I've written the most for this grumpy bear. But, I just call him Daddy. Whether he be touch-starved, an enemy turned lover, falling in love like a love-sick puppy, taking a little "me time" for himself, or being the goodest boy as werewolf Wolfie. Even wrote a headcanon about his hobbies.

2. Clark Kent - Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League

I have loved the character of Clark Kent since I was a little thing, I'm obsessed with curly-haired nerds. Clark also is the only character I have written "fluff" for, be it praising what you think are flaws or surprising you for your birthday. I have written him as a Sub and as a Dom (in my only work that has surpassed 1k notes).

3. August Walker - Mission: Impossible - Fallout

I've never written August as the good guy, and there is a reason for that. In my head, he's the life-ruiner. He can be sweet (to you), but odds are he just killed a guy because the guy looked at you for longer than a second. I've written August as a pissed-off Dom who was sick of being interrupted, a very bad Daddy, and an Uncle who takes advantage of his nephew's girlfriend here(original) and here(director's cut).

4. Captain Syverson - Sand Castle

Oh, Syverson. My baby don't even got a dayum first name and he's popular. I've written him confronting a lover during a post-apocalyptic pregnancy realization, and as a married father-to be getting his beard trimmed and talking to his unborn daughter. He's also featured in my Werewolf!Walter Marshall story, and that's all I'll say about that. (Also, I've been referring to him as James Syverson in every iteration of the character that I have written for - I think.)

5. Mike - Hellraiser: Hellworld

My sweet baby boy. He is a guilty pleasure. I gave him a full series where he finds love and has quite the cast of characters as his family. But, technically, I only wrote the series because of what happened here and here, when his naughty Uncle slept with his girlfriend.

6. Napoleon Solo - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

He's just so fucking sexy. I love him, your honor. He's been a suave and sexy older man wooing a young student over a good meal, and also started a series where he was falling hard for a woman in his apartment building (still in the early stages and I promise @deandoesthingstome that I will get back to this series).

7. Sherlock Holmes - Enola Holmes series

I have also loved Sherlock Holmes since I was a little kid. I thought he was the coolest person ever, but he's a curly-haired nerd so of course I loved him. I love when Sherlock is in love, whether he is ignoring his bratty wife until he takes matters into his own hands, or if he is having trouble coming to terms with new love.

8. Charles Brandon - The Tudors

This little shit. This redeeemable, sexy, fucking slut. I love him. I've only written him once, and it was a request! But, I enjoyed it. I loved writing him getting teased sexually and then taking control of the situation. So hot.

9. Humphrey - Stardust

Ok, not actually a fan of Humphrey, I've just written him. And that was all thanks to @sillyrabbit81's milestone celebration at the beginning of this year. This fic is kind of a weird egg, just, go with me though. The plot is: you and Humphrey are step-siblings who end up getting a little...involved. I'm not sorry for the title of this fic.

And to our last entry, the only non-HC character...

10. Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man

What can I say? If I had the means, and I guess I really do but whatever, I would rank this man at #2 above Clark Kent. Because Lloyd-excuse me...Sir is one of my all-time favorites. I've included him inside larger stories as a bit player, see Bright Like the Moon (where he plays a bad man later in the series). But, I also wanted him to have his own show where he was the star, so I had him stalk and kidnap a girl and tie her up in the basement and call her Sunshine. I also wrote a little headcanon about his family, quirks, hobbies and his sleeping habits.

TL;DR: Walter Marshall is Daddy, Lloyd Hansen is Sir. And I need to finish one series before starting another. Maybe I will work on that. *snort*

I have written for a lot of characters, and I'm not gonna stop. I really wanna write so much more and my WIP folder is literally overflowing with things. I just started a new fic like the day I posted the most recent chapter of THiCC. What am I doing??

No pressure tags: @cardierreh15 @milknhonies @halfofmysoulsblog @xblackreader @xsapphirescrollsx

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration 2023

Masterlist of fics for the celebration by me and other amazing writers who contributed. Thank you so much to all the writers who participated.

Original post with the prompt game can be found here.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe: Slow & Romantic/ Tied Up by @ellethespaceunicorn

In All Things, Patience: Gentle & Commanding/ Stepcest by @miss-rebel-without-applause

Scars: Intense & Angry/ Bath or Shower Sex by @sillyrabbit81

A Waiting Place: Slow & Romantic / Mirror Sex, by @deandoesthingstome

Love Sick: Slow & Romantic/ Medical Play, by @sillyrabbit81

What Are You Doing, StepBro?: Playful & Happy/ Stepcest, by @ellethespaceunicorn

Say It: Embarrassed & Shy/ Dirty Talk, by @sillyrabbit81

Caught: Playful & Happy/ Caught Masturbating, by @geralts-yenn

Tongue-Tied: Playful & Happy/ Tied up // Smug & Sadistic/ Dirty talk, by @raccoon-eyed-rebel

Baby, It's Cold Outside: Playful & Happy/ Uniform or Costume, by @raccoon-eyed-rebel

Mystery: Sleepy & Lazy/ Bath or Shower Sex, by @wordywarriorwrites

Curious: Possessive & Rough/ Mutual Masturbation, by @sillyrabbit81

Fuse: Sleepy & Lazy/ Daddy Kink, by @sillyrabbit81

Exposed: Possessive & Rough/ Face Fucking, by @fvckinghenrycavill

Dangle the Carrot: Smug & Sadistic / virginity by @sillyrabbit81

Cold: Slow & Romantic / Cock Warming, by @sillyrabbit81

[geralts-yenn]

NEW MASTERLIST CAN BE FOUND HERE

MASTERLIST

Ongoing Multi chapter series:

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

Hearts Too Big universe

Complete list by character:

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

Ray of Sunshine (modern AU Melot/ofc) 🔥 💕

summary: just some fluffy, smutty summer dream with a tattooed biker Melot

Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

bonfire (Sy/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: After months you finally see Sy again. But how will he react to you after he cancelled his date before he left?

Something like that (Sy/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: follow-up of bonfire - Sy finally takes you on a date

Part 1, Part 2

mother's day (drabble; Sy/reader) 💕

Yearning (drabble; Sy/reader) 🌩 💕

 the natural thing to do  (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: After another breakup, instead of your best friend you only find her brother Mikey at her home. The guy you had a crush on since you were 12…

pranked (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

summary: your babysitter job took some turns that you couldn't have forseen...

caught for sillyrabbit81’s milestone celebration 2023 (Mikey/reader) 🔥 💕

follow-up of pranked, but both stories can be read separately

date night with Mikey (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

ice cream, brownies and a hug (drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

Hearts Too Big (modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

Bubbles (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Bottom (drabble; modern AU Melot/ofc/Mike) 🔥 💕

Fakin' it (Mikey/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕

summary: To win back your ex-boyfriend, you decide to fake date your best friend. What could go wrong? 

Zoom (mini drabble; Mikey/reader) 💕

anahita (Napoleon Solo/ofc) 🔥

summary: After a hard job in Isfahan, Napoleon tries to lose some tension in the hamam of his client, the Shah

Your majesty (drabble; VampireKing!August/reader) 🔥

a lesson in obedience (VampireKing!August/reader/ofc) 🔥

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

Believe in me (modern AU vampire!Melot/ofc) 🌩 🔥 💕

I need you now (Evan Marshall/reader) 💕

summary: After an accident your cute neighbor takes care of you

Brothers and Beers (drabble; Evan Marshall/reader) 💕 (Evan's pov on 'I need you now')

Fighting demons (Evan Marshall/reader) 🌩 🔥 💕 part 2 of 'I need you now'

summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.

Headcanons / multiple characters:

Lazy morning sex 🔥

Inspo boards for my stories

Fluff = 💕 Smut = 🔥 Angst = 🌩

Collection of all my stories - follow to get notificated on new fics:

Yenn-writes

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Part 1: Cure For Boredom - Part 2

Deleted scenes from Cure for Boredom: Part 2

Summary of Original Fic: You and Captain Syverson cure boredom. Together. In bed. With sex.

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 2.4k

Warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst

Authors Note: These snippets will be presented pretty much as I left them, incomplete and unedited. I'm bloody nervous about posting these, I guess because they are so unpolished, so please be gentle with me!

This was a particularly hard story for me to write at the time. I rewrote so many parts of this, I even tried to write it from Sy's POV. Eventually i got the fic to work and it's still one of my favourites. Thanks to @blakerogue, the original Beta reader of this fic.

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: Cure For Boredom: Part 2

Snippet One

Hesitantly you crawl across the pillows. When you are close enough, Sy lifts you up and places you on his lap, your legs straddling his. You feel him between your legs, his half hard cock seems to twitch beneath you and grow by the second.

Sy’s eyes roam over you, taking you in. When his gaze meets yours, you are surprised that he looks at you like he always does. You expected something else, something lustful. He holds your chin and draws your mouth to his. When his lips graze yours, you are surprised by his gentleness. He kisses you again, firmer this time and you hear a soft rumble in his chest. You move your lips against his as your body warms.

With a delicate lap, Sy licks at your lips. You open your mouth and greet him with your tongue. You hear his soft rumble again, and you let out your own moan as you place your hands on Sy’s neck, your fingertips slipping into his beard.

Although his kisses are sweet, they aren’t what you expected. You are sure he is holding back and you doubt his interest in continuing.

You pull away and say, “If you don’t want to do this anymore, we can stop.”

Sy clears his throat, but his voice seems strained, “Why would I want to stop?”

“You don’t seem into it,” you say. Sy throws his head back with laughter and you cross your arms pouting. “Its not fucking funny Sy. This was your idea.”

“What makes you think I ain't interested?”

“I can tell you're holding back,” you say. “I’m not stupid, I’ve seen you with girls before, you don’t kiss them like that.”

Sy looks uncomfortable, lowering his eyes. You see his jaw jut forward like it does when he’s frustrated. “Fuck,” he says.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you say with a sigh and go to roll off Sy’s lap.

Sy pulls you back onto his lap. “You don’t know anything, Sugar,” he says. Sy cups your cheeks, a half smile on his lips as he says, “I didn’t want those girls, like I want you.”

He grunts, and says under his breath, “Now you know how I’ve felt the past three years.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Oh, Sugar,” Sy says, shaking his head. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty, cause you ain’t clever sometimes.”

Sy moves faster than you and like a switch had been flipped, he rolls you both onto the lounge, his huge body covering yours. “You don’t know anything, Lil Girl,” he growls, pushing his hips into you, his cock pressed against you and you moan. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you make that noise for me.”

Snippet Two

Sy lifts his arms, to give you room and you climb onto his lap, lifting your leg over his before settling on his thighs. Sy gives an appreciative hum, his hands stroking and squeezing your thighs as he looks you up and down. He is still grinning, and it puts you at ease. This is Sy you are with, you know him, you trust him, just relax.

“Hey,” you say, shyly.

“Hey yourself,” Sy says, he doesn’t seem nervous. He places his huge hands gently on your neck and his thumbs caress your cheeks. “You ok, Darlin’?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

Your gaze was drawn to the splash of brown in the corner of one of his blue eyes, and you think it's funny because you can't remember the first time you noticed it, but you always look for it now, it's a comfort somehow.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say and it's true, you feel the nervousness fall away.

“You look good on my lap, Sweet Pea.” He leans forward and grabbing your ass he pulls you close. You gasp as you feel him, hard under his boxers while Sy half groans half chuckles as he feels you. “Oh, that’s even better,” he hums.

Sy grabs your hips and rocks them, while he lifts himself up to you. You feel like you’re riding a bull, he is so strong. He grits his teeth, sucking in breath and closes his eyes groaning as he undulates. Feeling him move like that, watching his abs roll as he pushes into you and hearing his noises nearly overwhelms you, as heat rushes to your core.

He stops as suddenly as he started and grins, “Shit, Darlin’, you got me all worked up already.”

“I didn’t do anything,” you protest. “You’re the one rolling around dry humping me, like a horny teenager. You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, and smugly he grins, “Do you want me to kiss you, Sugar?”

Snippet Three

When you don’t move Syverson keeps patting his tree trunk thick thighs and jerking his head. He starts wiggling his eyebrows too. He knows you like it when he doesn’t take himself too seriously and when you burst out laughing he can’t help but laugh too.

“C’mon,” he says softly through his chuckles. For the first time you hear a note of desire in his voice. You feel the effect of his tone deep within you and your laughter slowly morphs into nervous giggles. You crawl across the lounge, slowly, playing up being seductive. “Atta girl.” he rumbles, his voice deep and gravelly and you wonder if you’re going to melt.

Sy lifts his arms to give you room and you climb onto his lap, your legs resting on the outside of his. He gives an appreciative hum, his hands stroke and squeeze your thighs as he looks you up and down. He adjusts hips under you and gripping your ass, he pulls you closer. His fingers dig into your hips as he rocks under you grinding himself against you while you gasp, not expecting him to be so hard so fast.

Sy grits his teeth, sucks in a breath and closes his eyes with a groan, “Shit, Darlin’, you got me all worked up already.”

“Do I?” you say, rolling your hips, grinding yourself against him. You let a small moan escape your lips.

“Oh, you like to tease, do you darlin’?” Sy asks grinning.

“You’re easy to tease, Sy,” you reply, returning his grin.

Sy holds your neck and brings you to his face. “Only when I let you, lil girl,” he says, you feel your core clench at his words. This is the Sy you had heard through the walls, the one you had thought about, the one you had fantasised about.

Without warning Sy’s mouth is on yours and his tongue is forcing its way in. His hand is on your throat, the other on your hip as you rub against each other and your kisses are hard and furious. He slides his hand over your ass and he squeezes it before he gives you a quick hard slap. You sit up, crying out, but God it was hot.

“Fuck,” you moan.

“You like that?” He asks, smirking. He knows you did, you can see it in his smug grin.

He see’s how he’s made you react, and his smirk returns. “You're a cocky asshole, Sy,” you say.

“Well, look atcha darlin’,” he says, “You're panting, hot, and I bet your pussy is soaked for me ain't it darlin’. Hmm?”

Your cheeks heat and you look away.

“Let’s have a look.” He slides his hands into your shorts. “Oh Darlin’, I thought so.”

His eyes rest on your breasts, “Show me, darlin’.”

You lift up your shirt slowly revealing what was underneath. Sy grinned like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide, “Fuck lil girl. You've been hiding those from me all this time?” He licks his lips, “Put ‘em in my mouth.”

Biting your lip you lean closer and he takes you in his mouth. He moans softly as he sucks on you, and grabs them in his hands.

“Oh fuck,” you say.

He goes back to your lips and nibbles, on your lower lip before asking roughly, “Your room or mine?”

“Yours,” you reply.

He lifts you and carries you, throwing you down to the bed.

“You look good in my bed darlin,’” Sy slips his hand into his boxers and you see him tug his thick cock. You watch enthralled as he pulls his cock out of his trunks, you’ve never seen a guy so unashamed of touching himself like that. “Play with your tits,” he says, his eyes on fire, “Come on darlin’, show me how you like ‘em to be touched.”

You do, you can’t help but not be shy when he seems to want to see you do it so badly.

“Fuck, take your shorts off,” he growls. You slide your little shorts down your legs and he grabs them, throwing them across the room. “Open your legs and show me your pussy.”

You watch him pant as you slowly bend your knees and widen them for him. He moans and fists himself hard a moment before forcing himself to stop.

“Fuck that’s a pretty pussy.”

Snippet Four

Panting and without a hint of embarrassment, he says, “Darlin’ I haven’t had a woman touch me in nearly a year. I'm wound a little tight.”

You think back, trying to remember the last time you had seen him with anyone. When you first moved into the house there were different girls nearly every weekend. But over time it had been less frequent and you struggled to recall the last girl you had seen him with.

“Really?” you say, “It’s been that long?”

“Yeah,” Sy says.

“Why?”

He shrugs, “No real reason. Just ain't interested in one night stands anymore.”

“But you are now?”

“This isn’t the same thing,” he says firmly. “This is different.”

“Why?” you ask.

He drew his eyebrows together and tilted his head, giving me an ‘are you stupid or something’ look. “Cause it’s you, Sugar,” he says, as if it explained everything.

“Why would that make a difference?,” you ask. You’re still confused.

Sy shakes his head and barks out a laugh, but it isn’t because he found something funny. He looks away from you and clenches his teeth. He is upset about something.

“It wouldn’t,” he says, harshly. “Go on, get off me.”

“What?” you cry, your heart sinks. “Sy, this was your idea.”

“Well it was stupid.” He says, without looking at you. “Now get off.”

“No.” You say. “What did I do, Sy?”

Snippet Five

You start giggling, you were so shocked by how big he was.

Sy lets you go and sit back on his heels, folding his arms and jutting his jaw. He looks like a petulant child and you wonder what was wrong. Then it clicked, you’d laugh at him with his dick in your hand. You force yourself not to laugh, he couldn’t possibly be worried about it could he? He was definitely the biggest you’ve seen in real life.

“Sy, I’m sorry,” you say and he starts to get off the bed. You grab his hand. “No, Sy, I just…” He stands, looking impatient and hurt. You just blurt out, “You’re fucking huge, Sy.”

Snippet Six

Sy POV

My heart thundered in my chest as I patted my lap and called you over. You looked skittish, like you wanted to run away and I would have stopped if I hadn’t seen you bite your lip. I knew you too well, knew that you were stuck, frozen, wanting to move but too afraid. That was ok, I wasn’t, I’d take the lead.

I reached over the sofa for you, gripped your waist and pulled you to me. Your shriek of surprise and giggle at being manhandled made me chuckle. You were so damn cute, Sugar. I helped you onto my lap, your legs on either side of mine. I couldn’t stop my smile as I felt your weight rest on my thighs.

I had to take a deep breath, calm down. You still looked nervous and I didn’t want you to be. You were never like that with me, I wanted you to have fun, enjoy it, and realise what we could have together. I held your arms, rubbed them and I could feel you tremble. I wrapped my arms around you, guided your head to my shoulder and rubbed your back.

“Shhh, Sugar,” I said, “Don’t be like that, it's just me.” I held you until you stopped shaking and you sat up. I smiled at you and you smiled back, that wide, trusting smile you had for me.

Snippet Seven

Sy POV

Sy lifts his arms off his lap to give you room to climb onto his lap. He gets a whiff of your shampoo as you do and he enjoys the view as you lift your leg over his and slowly settle onto his thighs. He gives you an appreciative hum as he strokes and squeezes your thighs. He enjoys feeling your weight on him, but he wants more as he stares at your shorts and sees the soft roundness of your pussy through your shorts. He wants to touch you there, he wants to know what you taste like, smell like, look like.

Adjusting his hips, Sy pulls you closer and when his cock feels your warmth he groans and lets out a small laugh. You feel so right to him, he has to laugh, he can’t believe he’s waited so long.

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Part Three: Attached

Deleted scenes from Attached

Summary of Original Fic: You get paired with Sy in a drinking game, your mutual attraction is immediate, so what happens by the end of the night?

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 950

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst

Authors Note: These snippets will be presented pretty much as I left them, incomplete and unedited. I’m bloody nervous about posting these, I guess because they are so unpolished, so please be gentle with me!

Another fic with only a few rewrites, but I thought you all might find them interesting. Thanks to @amberangel112 the original beta on this fic. It turned out so much better than I thought it would because of her input.

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: Attached

Snippet One

You noticed him the moment you walked into the bar, how could you not? He stood out being taller than average, larger than most men, but it was his aura that set him apart from most, that quiet air of calm, self-assuredness that most men lacked. But what made him unforgettable was that just as your eyes locked onto him as soon as you walked in the room, his locked onto you. And it seemed like they never left. It was pure lust at first sight.

Tearing your eyes away from his, you shrugged off your jacket as you sat at the table with your three friends. You sat with your back to him trying to put him out of your mind. You weren’t looking for a hook up tonight, you were here to celebrate your friend Aida’s divorce. If anyone was getting lucky tonight, it was going to be her.

Snippet Two

You stared at the dog tags in your hand. You resented them; it was a stupid game. It reminded you of those gross stories you heard about swinger’s parties where the men would drop their keys into a bowl and the women would sleep with whoever’s keys they drew out. What was this guy going to think of you that you would even play this game? What would he expect from you? You hoped for his sake he expected nothing because you were about two seconds from walking out the door.

You hadn’t even needed to draw them; he was the only one out of the five whose tag hadn’t been drawn yet. You already knew you were stuck with him for the rest of the night, so it had seemed pointless, but the rest of the table had insisted. You felt embarrassed, angry at your so-called friends for suggesting this game. It wasn’t that you were against hooking up, it was the way you felt like a plate of steaks and sausages at a meat raffle that had you all riled up.

Congratulations, you won a “Noah H. Syverson.”

“Just call me Sy,” he said. “Everyone does.”

Giving him a wane smile, you handed him back his tags. You barely looked at him, instead stared into your drink. You felt like you didn’t need to look at him, all the guys looked the same; tall, muscular, broad shouldered, and arrogant in a way that made you feel insignificant.

He tried small talk, asked your name, what you did for work, where you were from. You answered shortly, not obviously rude but not too politely either. You glanced at your friends, they seemed to be getting along well with their… whatever they were. Partners? Some were dancing, some were sitting on the guys' laps. They all seemed to be having a great time and you felt like you were bringing the whole place down. The bar was pumping, music flowing, everyone having a blast and then there was you and the poor guy you were stuck with.

You drank the last of your drink and finally looked your soldier in the eyes to apologise for being boring and telling him you were going to head home. Your words failed you as you got caught in his gaze. His eyes were so blue, and one of them had a brown spot that only caused you to stare longer. His eyes were kind, intelligent, mischievous and you had to clear your throat before you could speak.

“I’m going to go home,” you said. Your words sounded weak though. You couldn’t look away from him as you took in his other features, his short, very short dark hair, his beard which looked like it could use a trim, his strong jaw and cheekbones, and his lips looked soft and inviting as he sucked them into his mouth briefly before he spoke.

“How about you stay, for at least one more drink and give me a chance to show ya why I should go home with you.”

Snippet Three

You were last to pick, so it didn’t make sense to pick the dog tags out of the hat, you already knew who you were paired with. The group insisted you do it anyway. Your fingers wrapped around the small, stamped, black rubber ringed metal plates, and read the small letters.

The tags were snatched out of your hands. “Hey!” you cried, turning to Sy and pouting. He grinned at you as he put the tags back round his neck and tucked them into his shirt.

“You ain’t findin’ out my first name that easy, Sugar.”

“You’re no fun,” you said petulantly, folding your arms across your chest and pretending to be upset. The image was ruined by the huge smile you just couldn’t hide.

You liked Sy almost immediately, feeling drawn to him more than the other soldiers. Although at first sight you found him attractive, he was also very intimidating, his size alone was enough to make most people wince. But within a few minutes, you got past his intimidating appearance. He had a mischief about him, a flirtatiousness that was bold but not creepy.

“I’m a lotta fun, Darlin’,” Sy says. He winks at you, and you giggle. It was more of an uncoordinated blink than a wink, and somehow his clumsiness was even sexier than it would have been if he’d winked properly. “Play your cards right and you just might find out.”

Outwardly you scoff, pretending you’re not interested. But inside you were on fire and very interested. Sy knew you were too, he saw through your game, but he played along, seeming to find the whole thing amusing.

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Part 2: Lookout

Deleted scenes from Lookout

Summary of Original Fic: You and Sy have been married for ten years. About 18 months ago you split up to protect yourself and your two boys after he refused to get help with his issues. Sy agreed to get help and it seems to have worked and now he wants to get back together. He recently got back from a 12 month deployment and you decide to go on a date to see if you can reconcile.

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 900

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst

Authors Note: These snippets will be presented pretty much as I left them, incomplete and unedited. I’m bloody nervous about posting these, I guess because they are so unpolished, so please be gentle with me!

This story doesn't have so many rewrites but, it kept veering ways I didn't want it to go so these are the parts I took out to keep the tone of the story and characters consistent.

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: Lookout

Snippet One

You do know what you need, but you can’t ask for it, it would be impossible. No one can promise that it will never happen again, that he will never shut you and the kids out, and it wasn’t fair of you to ask him to. You look down at your summer wedge heel sandals, distracted by a small chip in the pale pink polish on your big toe. “I don’t know what else there is to even try.”

“So what?” Sy’s voice is hard with a venomous edge. You look up and see the anger in his stance. “Is this over then? Is it pointless to even try?”

You have no answer. Maybe it is hopeless, but the thought of never being kissed by Sy again, never waking up with him again, never holding his hand again, fills you with so much grief you have to look away again.

“Don’t do that,” Sy says, closing the distance between you. “Sugar, look at me. We’ve gotta…” he hesitates as you turn your face back to him and whatever he reads in your expression isn’t good. “Shit.”

“Sy, I…” you start, but he interrupts you.

“Just tell me if I’m wastin’ my time here,” he says with a spitefulness that nearly breaks you. “Just be goddamn honest with me, woman. Do you even wanna be together, or is all this because you don’t have the goddamn guts to tell me you don’t love me anymore? Because if ya don’t, then this is just fuckin’ cruel.”

You feel stunned. You don’t know if you want to scream at him or burst into tears. You clench your jaw, and feel your chin start to wobble as you breath roughly through your nose. You don’t want him to see you cry, but you don’t think you can stop the tears.

Snippet Two

You wish you could see his face clearer, so you had some idea what he was thinking, but it’s so dark on the porch.

Sy goes still, he doesn’t move for a few seconds, and all you can hear is the sound of his hard breaths and your heartbeat in your ears. He slowly brings his forehead to yours while his hand slips under your shirt and he traces your spine with a gentle finger. He makes you shiver again and he growls, “I love you.”

He waits, but you don’t say it back, you can’t.

“I wanna come home, Sugar,” Sy says. Before you can reply, he kisses your cheek gently. As he speaks he keeps kissing you, inching closer to your mouth and his voice is just as tender as his lips. “I want that more than I want to sleep with you. I wanna be home with you, with the boys. Even if ya never touch me again, that's ok, I just wanna be there.”

Snippet Three

“Did I say that?” You vaguely see Sy nod. “I guess I’ve changed my mind.”

“You can’t resist me, is what you’re tryin’ to say,” Sy teases, rolling his hips as he kisses your neck. His mouth is hot, his lips are firm and urgent as he sucks hard at your skin.

“Sy,” you whine, “Stop being a dick and take my pants off.”

“Fuck, woman,” Sy growls in your ear, then sinks his teeth into your ear lobe.

Sy moves you like a rag doll, sliding an arm under your back, forcing you to upright just long enough to pull your shirt off before you flop back on the mattress. Then his hands are at the waistband on your pants and you hear him grunt as he pulls them down your legs. You expect him to lay back over you, but you feel Sy move his weight and the room is suddenly bright.

“Sy!” you cry, squashing your face up and covering your eyes with your arm.

Sy chuckle’s and you feel his hands on your knees as he slowly spreads your legs apart. Cautiously you remove your arm and watch as Sy slides his hands firmly down your thighs.

“I wanted to see you,” Sy says, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. He continues the path of his hands over the sides of your hips before he settles on your waist. “What’s the point of havin’ such a hot wife if I don’t get to look at her?” he grins at you, and you see the mischievous lust in his eyes.

“I love how fuckin’ wet you get for me.” He flattens his hand over you, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit and thrusting two fingers straight into your core.

“Please Sy,” you say as you rock against his hand. You have missed this, missed his rough touch, missed the way he made you feel both beautiful and dirty at the same time. “Please just fuck me.”

Snippet Four

“I didn’t think I’d ever be with you again,” Sy murmurs. You know he doesn’t mean it as a rebuke, but you can’t help feeling like it is.

“I’m sorry,” you say, not surprised when you hear your voice waiver. Sy looks down at you alarmed, and lifts your chin to see your face better.

“You ain’t gonna cry are ya, Sugar?” he asks, as he gently wipes below your eyes. “I didn’t mean it was your fault or nothin’.” He chuckles without any real humour and adds, “I thought I’d fucked up too bad.”

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Milestone Celebration Part Five: More Than Ever

Deleted scenes from More Than Ever

Summary of Original Fic: Sy made a promise to his best friend, your husband, to look after you and his son when he died. One night, Sy takes things too far making a drunken pass at you just before his last deployment and it threatens to derail your relationship. Sy sees you again for the first time since that night at a New Year’s Eve party.

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Snippet Pairings: (Snippet One Walter Marshall x Female Reader), (Snippet Two and Three: Captain Syverson x Female Reader)

Word Count: Approx. 1k

Warnings: fluff, angst

Authors Note: These snippets will be presented pretty much as I left them, incomplete and unedited. I’m bloody nervous about posting these, I guess because they are so unpolished, so please be gentle with me!

This story had a strange path. It was a combination of two ideas, an ask that I had tried to write several times and a New Years Kiss story for @cavillsthighs Cavillmas celebration. Snippet One was my original idea for New Years Kiss and was going to be about Walter (wtf? Ikr) and Snippets Two and Three are my original attempts at answering the ask.

Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for being beta's on the original fic

This is my last lot of Snippets. Tomorrow I plan to post a new fic that I had in my WIP. Its not finished and I normally wouldn't post it as is, but hopefully some of you will enjoy it. Fair warning... it's a little different from my usual fics.

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Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: More Than Ever

Snippet One: Original New Year’s Kiss version with Walter

A drink is placed in front of you. You pull out an earbud and look up at Evans. The sound of Dying Fetus was louder than you anticipated, but you had to have your music up loud to drown out the sounds of the New Year's Eve celebrations.

Evans raises an eyebrow at your choice of music, then shakes his head. “Take a break,” he says, resting his ass on your desk. “It’s nearly midnight.”

You glance at your partner’s office, well boss really, but you are supposed to be working this case together. However, he is the senior Detective, and this case feels like it’s his and you’re just along for the ride because his boss said so. And to do the grunt work. Marshall has the blinds closed and you can’t see what he’s doing, but if he catches you distracted by Evans there will be hell to pay.

“I better not,” you say regretfully. “Marshall will have my hide if I don’t go over these statements again.”

“Go on, have a drink with us.” Evans insists, smiling. “Half an hour won’t make a difference. Or take your lunch break.” He smirks and adds with a lilt to his voice, “We have pizza.”

“Ok, fuck it.” You stand up and take out the other earbud and pick up the drink.

As if he has a sixth sense, Marshall sticks his head out the door and his eyes go directly to the cup in your hands. He looks from the cup, to Evans, to you and back to the cup and frowns, raising an eyebrow. He jerks his head, the gesture calling you into his office.

Evans looks at you, with an apologetic shrug he takes the drink out of your hands and goes back to the party. Sighing, you pick up the statements and make your way into Detective Grumpypant’s office.

“Sit,” Marshall says.

Snippet Two: Ask version with Sy POV

When you’re lonely, Sy decided, seeing the gentle touch of two people in love is as gut wrenching as watching an act of violence. Both cut deeply into your soul, make you question yourself, make you wonder what it’s all for.

It wasn’t so much jealousy that Sy felt, he wouldn’t deny his men love to make himself feel better. No, he wasn’t jealous, but he was covetous. There was a longing in him, a yearning he could deny when busy on tour but couldn’t be shoved aside on his return home. He had to though, before he could even contemplate self pity, he had to go see her. And as lonely as he felt in that moment, he knew it wouldn’t compare to the pain she feels every day.

Snippet Three: Ask version with Sy POV

The doorbell rang just as you sat in your feeding chair. You look at Edith, her poor little mouth was opening and closing, her head turning towards your breasts as she searched for food. No doubt she could smell your milk and the scent was making her frantic.

“Momma should get that,” you tell her. You run your finger down her nose, you love her nose. It is so little, but already looks just like Sean’s. “You wanna come with?” Letting out a groan like an old man, you get up and go to the door.

For a moment you’re too stunned to speak, the man in front of you, you never thought you would see him again. For half a second, you feel a spark of joy, your eyes fall over his fatigues and your mind floods with memories. You look at Edith, that’s what your Daddy used to look like when he’d come home to me.

He takes off his beret and holds it in his hands. “Hey, Darlin’,” he says with a large genuine grin.

The sound of his familiar voice pulled you back to reality. “Sy. Sorry, I was…” you don’t get to finish, Edith starts crying.

“I’m interruptin’ ain’t I?”

“No,” you say. You unlock the screen door and hold it open. “I was just about to feed her, that’s all. She’s hungry.”

“I can come back another time.”

“No, you come in.” You move aside and let Sy in before making your way back to the chair.

“Want a drink or something?” you ask before you sit.

“Im fine,” Sy says, following you inside.

“Close the door for me, would you?”

You sit in the chair, hushing Edith. You look at Sy who awkwardly stands in the doorway. “Sit down Sy. You act like you’ve never been here before.” Sy nods, a slightly sheepish look crosses his face before he sits on the single seat across from you. “When did you get back?” you ask.

“Uh, this mornin’,” Sy says.

You glance at him in surprise. He came to see you before his family. Unsure how you feel about that, you direct your attention back to Edith. You lift your shirt a little and unclip your feeding bra.

“Sure, you don’t want me to come back?” Sy asks. You notice he’s looking everywhere but at you. Right, tits. After six weeks of constant feeding and walking around with your tits out half the day, you kind of forgot about modesty.

“It’s fine,” you assure him. “Edith takes half an hour to feed, it’ll be nice to have some company instead of watching mindless television.” She was attached now, she was a good feeder really, and usually slept well for an hour or two after a feed.

“Edith, huh?” Sy asks, a slight blush appears on his cheeks. “That’s nice.”

“Sean picked it,” you tell him. “I hated it at first, but it grew on me.”

You start to rock the chair, you like the gentle motion as much as Edith does. It's soothing and right now you need that comfort, because you won't be able to stop yourself from asking the question that was seared into your brain from the day those two officers showed up at your door three months ago.

“Do you know any more about what happened than what they told me?” You stare at Sy.