#keanureevesisbae masterlists

[keanureevesisbae]

╰┈➤ ❝ [welcome to L's cafe]

upcoming july there will be 4 different cafe specials! in week one we'll have different types of coffee, in week two we have our bubble tea specials, in week three we will surprise you with different types of tea and we'll end july with our favorite milkshakes!

here are the links to masterlists of the weekly special menus. (reminder: these links will be updated!)

╰┈➤ ❝ [week 1: coffee specials]

╰┈➤ ❝ [week 2: bubble tea specials]

╰┈➤ ❝ [week 3: tea specials]

╰┈➤ ❝ [week 4: milkshake specials]

#welcome to l's cafe #the july specials #coffee special #bubble tea special #tea special #milkshake special #keanureevesisbae masterlists

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

After hours

Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x Librarian!reader

Summary: Geralt has finally handed in the paper you helped him research for weeks... Now what to do about all that tension between you two?

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, standing missionary, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), I think that's it?

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Alright! Roughly 4 months ago, I promised my dearest @deandoesthingstome a round with her Crescent Street fave (at the time, sorta). It has finally arrived! I hope you enjoy it 🥰

For those interested in the timeline: This takes place before he ever goes on his semester abroad, meaning that at this current time, he hasn't met Sol yet.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @sillyrabbit81 @summersong69 @livisss @brattymum96 @kingliam2019

“Thanks for all your help the past few weeks.” You’d been hoping he’d show up all day, and now that the library was about five minutes away from closing, here he was. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d be able to hear your heart furiously beating in your chest. It’s a good thing that wasn’t possible. Right? 

“You’re more than welcome, Geralt,” you answered. For some reason you were avoiding his eyes. “Got that term paper done?”

“Handed it in a few minutes ago,” he said as he put a stack of books on the counter with a deep sigh. His voice drove you nuts, it had been doing so for weeks, haunting you until long after you had gone home - oftentimes deeper into the night than you cared to admit. 

“You don’t sound too confident?” No, but you did? Where was that coming from? You had expected yourself to crumble in the presence of this… long-haired hunk? Fine specimen? God? All of the above? 

“I’m sure it will be fine.” His smile surprised you the most. “If I’m being honest I’m mostly sad I… don’t get to work on it any more.” Your eyes moved to his as if by magic, because your brain still screamed at you to avoid them at all costs. And it was right to warn you, because as soon as you saw their beautiful color, you were lost. Every shred of the tension you’d spent weeks convincing yourself was a figment of your imagination, rushed back, and now there was so much of it you could almost see it in the air.

“Can I help you put these back?” Geralt said after you had signed his books back in, and you nodded in reply to his question, knowing full well the shelf they came from was all the way in the back of the library. You knew you’d been the only one in here for well over an hour now, but it wouldn’t hurt to check. 

“Let me get the door,” you said, before almost rushing to it and locking it quickly. You could swear you heard him chuckle under his breath at the way you moved, but you didn’t care.

You both scanned the aisles for people you’d missed, but per your expectations, the whole library was empty. It was just the two of you now. The walk to the mythology section of the building felt way too long, and you were definitely walking faster than you were used to, but you weren’t complaining - and neither was Geralt. You somehow found the time to start second guessing your interpretation of the situation, and had to very consciously remind yourself that putting four books back on a shelf was hardly a two-man job. And you were right about that; returning those books took maybe a minute, and when you were done putting the last one back, Geralt pulled you off the step you were standing on and looked at you. 

Once again, all the tension that had built up over the past few weeks came flooding back to you as you stared into his eyes. Your gaze only strayed from his long enough to notice the way the muscles of his jaw moved beneath his stubbled skin as he clenched his teeth. His hands felt warm and heavy as they rested on your hips, and your arms seemed to auto-pilot their way up until your lower arms were against his. Touching his biceps was a mistake - alright, not a mistake, but you were definitely shocked by the amount of muscle beneath the thin fabric of the dark sweater he was wearing. Geralt licked his lips as you let your hands travel up his arms to his shoulders, and when you reached them, he pulled you in. There was no going back now. 

He kissed you hard and in a way you’d almost describe as merciless, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Every move he made revealed a tiny bit more of the immense strength you had already suspected he possessed. Something told you that you’d be getting more proof of that - maybe even more than you bargained for, but you couldn’t care less. When you felt the warmth of his tongue against your lips, you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and let him in. He tasted of God knows what, but it was good, and the way he kissed you made your head spin and your knees weaken to the point where you weren’t exactly sure how you were still on your feet. Probably, you realized when you analyzed the situation a bit more carefully, because he was holding you up. Now that you were pulled against his body, his hands had moved away from your hips, and one of his arms now wrapped around your waist while the other pushed between your shoulder blades, crushing you into his chest. One thing you were very sure about was that you were not going to complain about any of this. 

You were glad to see that this had an effect on him, too. His heavy breathing matched your own and you felt his pulse drum against your fingers erratically when you laid a hand against his neck. Most of all, you were surprised that he was hard already, which made you feel a little bit less embarrassed about the slick mess you were absolutely sure you’d find between your legs. 

For weeks, you’d thought about asking him to join you for coffee after spending hours on the research for his paper together, or straight up asking him to take you home, even, but what was happening now bested even your dirtiest fantasies. Geralt still wasn’t rushing, but he wasn’t exactly patient, either, and it wasn’t long before the hand he kept between your shoulders moved to your side, where it carefully began to creep up  over your clothes. Its destination was clear. You weren’t born yesterday, and he was a man; he obviously wasn’t interested in the feel of the fabric of your sweater. It was almost odd how he didn’t just immediately slip his hand underneath it…

To your disappointment, he broke the kiss, but luckily it was only to regain his ability to speak. 

“This is a lovely sweater, but it’s in my way.” You had been wrong: he did actually go on to comment on the softness of your sweater. That didn��t take away the fact that the way he cocked his eyebrow at you was a silent way of asking for your permission to take the thing off - which you gladly gave him. After a few short seconds, it was on the floor. Much to your own surprise, you told Geralt to just send your bra the same way immediately, while you frantically pulled at the hem of his sweater. After all, you needed to level the playing field a bit. The clasp of your bra was no match for his nimble fingers, which made you feel a little sad. Of course that wasn’t a new move to a guy like this - even though his being twenty-one made him a fair bit younger than the guys in your past. You were about to decide to not linger on the feeling, when Geralt made you forget about it altogether by kissing along your jaw to your ear. He moaned in it softly - a deep, gravelly sound that made you lose whatever little sanity you still possessed - and murmured a soft ‘fuck’ before moving away from you to take off some of his own clothes. 

It took everything you had to keep your mouth from falling open - and you were only about forty percent convinced you were actually successful. You’d always thought you had been more than generous in your wildly inappropriate dreams, but absolutely nothing on the planet gave this guy the right to be this fucking ripped. Despite probably managing to keep your mouth closed, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, and you battled the strange urge to lick every inch of his body; your hands would have to do. Your fingers trailed softly over his shoulders and chest, and you bit your lip as you let them slowly travel down over his abs to the waistband of his trousers. On a whim, you hooked your fingers behind it and pulled him closer to you again. There was a devious smile on his lips when you did, which gave you more courage than you ever thought you had. He let out the most delicious grunt when you softly palmed his erection through his jeans, which was partially lost against your lips when you pulled his face down to yours for another kiss. You resisted the urge to pull your hand back when you realized what this guy was packing. 

Geralt squeezed your ass through your skirt and grunted again - a sound you gladly answered with a moan. He bowed his head and put his lips to your neck, seeking out the spots that made you squirm and whine. After a short while, he pushed you back a few steps until you felt the cold concrete of the wall against your back. You shrieked at the sudden coolness against your skin, involuntarily arching your back and pressing your chest into his. Geralt laughed softly before resolutely pushing you back against the wall, lowering his head again to continue his quest further down your chest. You gasped when the warmth of his breath brushed past your sensitive nipples. The touch of his tongue made you lean into him again as he drew circles around the pebbled skin. His hands made their way to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up until he could comfortably reach between your legs. His fingers ran over the fabric of your underwear, and you shivered when Geralt deliberately circled your clit with slow, lazy movements. 

He raised his head again, leaving your nipples exposed to the merciless cold air of the room, and looked straight in your eyes when he pulled your panties to the side and dragged a finger through your slick folds. He wet his lips, and you heard a soft growl rumble in his chest every time he exhaled. It was torture, the way he kept teasing you until you were begging him to give you what you wanted, but somehow, the glacial pace with which he pushed a finger into you was so much worse. 

"Fuck, you're killing me," you growled. 

"Tell me what you want, then." God, his smile was amazing. You almost forgave him for teasing you beyond any reasonable boundaries. 

"I want you to stop teasing me," you replied. 

"You've been teasing me for weeks," he said to your surprise, "don't I get even a little in return?" You quirked an eyebrow at him. He had been the one teasing you for weeks, for crying out loud! He laughed when you suggested that.

"I don't think I care who started it," he growled into your ear as he finally pushed two fingers inside you and curled them in search of the perfect spot. Of course he found it in no time, and you were a squirming, shaking, whimpering mess in his arms within seconds. 

He kissed you again. It was rough, like before - and an excellent way to keep you quiet as his fingers continued to pump into you unrelentingly. Your nails dug into the muscle of his shoulder so fiercely you were sure it hurt him, but he didn’t look bothered by it at all. Every moan that escaped you seemed to inspire him to keep going until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“That’s it.” You clearly heard the excruciating smugness in his voice as he pulled you over the edge. Leaning against the wall wasn’t enough to keep your knees from buckling, but Geralt seemed to have no problem holding you up while he rested his forehead against yours. After a while, your legs were once again able to carry your weight, and you stood a little straighter as you once again ran your hands over the ridiculously muscular torso in front of you, not stopping until you reached the waistband of his jeans, which you swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped. As soon as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, Geralt moaned loudly, your mouth swallowing the sound up as you pressed your lips to his again. The kiss could hardly distract you from the thoughts that raced through your mind as your hand greedily explored what mother nature had blessed him with, and you couldn’t stifle a moan. 

Your fingertips didn’t touch. That sentence ran tireless circles through your mind as you gently, experimentally, moved your hand, attempting to draw a reaction from the man in front of you. Your fingertips didn’t touch, but instead of contemplating the probability that this was never in a million years going to fit, you let out a continuous stream of moans as you touched him. If the past few weeks had taught you anything, it was that you didn’t care whether this would be easy or not. You needed him. 

The sounds that spilled from Geralt’s throat were like music to your ears, ranging from dark, guttural growling to equally dark and guttural moans. He took the liberty of pushing his pants down to give you easier access, which finally inspired you to set aside your doubts and get on your knees. 

Geralt inhaled sharply when your tongue darted out to meet the tip of his cock, and you found yourself almost giddy with excitement. There was just something about making a man this size crumble beneath your touch, and from your current perspective, everything about him seemed even more massive than when you’d been standing up. You smiled as you listened to the noises Geralt made as you circled your tongue around his head. That smile widened when those sounds grew more impatient with every passing second, until he placed a hesitant hand on the back of your head, gently urging you to stop teasing him. 

There was no way you could take all of him into your mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. Men this generously endowed were probably used to that particular misfortune. Curiosity ultimately got the better of you, and you steadily moved further down his shaft until you reached your limit. At first, the hand Geralt kept on your head didn’t move at all, until there came a point at which he seemed to have confidently learned the extent of your capabilities. He was still gentle, applying only the slightest amount of pressure, never forcing you further down than you could handle. The occasional moan escaped you, the vibrations of which caused Geralt to groan, and his cock to twitch slightly in your mouth. 

It had been a while since you had been able to lose yourself so completely in a blowjob, and although you had no way of knowing how much time you spent on your knees, it must have been a rather long time. When Geralt pulled on your hair slightly - and more firmly after gaining some confirmation that you weren’t opposed to that kind of thing - and your almost trance-like state was broken and you were faced with reality again, the first thing you noticed was the excruciating sensation in your knees. You chuckled when the memory of one of your friends fought itself to the forefront of your mind. In your own days at the university, she had publicly - loudly, too - declared the library ‘carpet burn central’, and your knees were now living proof of her assessment. 

A large hand wrapped around your arm as Geralt pulled you off the ground rather unceremoniously, and pushed you back against the wall, kissing you fiercely. 

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath as he fumbled with something. The options regarding the source of the crinkling sound you heard - especially considering the context of the situation - were limited. Truth be told: anything other than a condom at this stage would have sorely disappointed you. Luckily, your educated guess was dead-on. 

“Need some help with that?” you taunted, not considering whether potentially antagonizing Geralt was a smart thing to do - it probably wasn’t. He huffed impatiently, breaking your kiss and looking at you with a lifted brow. There was something resembling amusement in those gorgeous amber eyes, and nothing of the annoyance that you had heard in his voice. 

“Got it,” he said, the smallest grin appearing on his lips. 

Without warning, he captured your body between his and the wall, pulling one of your legs up to his hip. It was not yet enough for him to comfortably move. While shaking his head slightly, a smirk on his lips, he lifted your other leg as well. The suddenness of your feet leaving solid ground made you shriek, and you wrapped your arms around Geralt’s neck. One thing was certain: there was absolutely no reason to doubt his strength. In fact, you wished furiously that you had chosen a less limiting and maybe more conventional position and location than the ones you currently found yourself in. Positions and locations with more possibilities for Geralt to show you what he was really capable of. At the very least, that location would contain something to tone down the sound of the screams you were sure he would pull from you.

As your thoughts raced through your mind about what could, would, should or might be, Geralt entered you slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the size of his cock. Much to your surprise, things went smoother than you had expected. The first thrusts came slowly, and were too gentle to really match the raunchiness of the position - or place - you were in. 

That didn’t last long. 

Whether it was his idea, inspired by your sloppily muttered ‘I can take it’, or a combination of both, you didn’t know - and quite frankly: you didn’t give a damn. Right now, it was just you and Geralt, and the way your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your legs around his waist, as you held on for dear life while each thrust came harder, faster and deeper than the one before. It was fantastic. Something about the way he moved had you hiding your face in his neck in a hopeless attempt to hide your screams. You squirmed in his arms as your hands closed into tight fists around locks of his white hair - which he didn’t even seem to notice. 

Geralt was an unholy combination of strength and stamina: rough, untamed, and seemingly always on the brink of losing control. For a moment, you were consumed by a single drop of sweat that traveled down his forehead, headed for the furrowed brow that sat over a pained expression. That tortured look gave you an idea of the sheer amount of restraint he needed right now to not topple over into the abyss of his own feelings, and chase nothing but his own pleasure. He’d hurt you. You were as sure of that, as you were of your suspicion that you wouldn’t mind so much as one microscopic little bit if he did hurt you. Never before had you surrendered so completely to a man, and if you had to be honest: never before had any of them earned your submission like Geralt did. 

He lasted way past the point where you should probably have asked him to slow down, then past the point where you wondered if you genuinely wanted him to slow down, and finally another while past the very moment any discomfort warped itself into pleasure again. That familiar, throbbing ache begged for attention - yours or otherwise - as Geralt slowed his brutal rhythm. A sigh of relief escaped you, not because it wasn’t good before, but because this was a pace at which your mind could keep up with the continuous, overwhelming flood of sensations. Geralt urged you to loosen your arms, which were still wrapped tightly around his neck. He held your hips tightly as he stepped back a tiny bit, giving you space to reach between your bodies and focus some attention where you needed it most. 

Geralt thrust into you with a steady rhythm while your fingers drew tight circles around your clit. Your breath caught in your throat as you came closer and closer to your orgasm with each thrust, each touch. When you finally exploded around him, a hint of a smile cut through the grim expression on Geralt’s face. His harsh features softened as his previously unrelenting rhythm finally faltered and made way for the uncontrolled and passionate thrusts that announced his nearing release. His fingers dug into your hips, and the growls that fell from his lips bordered on the feral. When he came, those growls largely died against your lips as he swept you into yet another breathtaking kiss. A hiss escaped you when his sharp teeth grazed your bottom lip and bit down painfully. 

When he finally - maybe after slightly more time than he should have allowed - slipped out of you and put you down again, you had to brace yourself against the wall in order to stay on your feet. This guy was genuinely every bit as amazing as you’d imagined he’d be - and then some. Or rather: he had been. As you gathered your discarded clothes off the floor and put them back on, scrambling to make yourself at least somewhat presentable again, you realized that this was it. It was over. The one thing you had spent weeks looking forward to, was now something of the past. Suddenly, a wave of something you couldn’t quite place washed over you. Not regret, no, you’d recognize regret. Even the where and how of this encounter couldn’t hold a candle to your worst drunken mistakes - the ones you actually did regret. There was absolutely nothing to regret about something this amazing, except maybe the fact that it was over. 

As you questioned why part of you was questioning your unquestionable life choices, you vaguely took note of Geralt sneaking off to the bathroom. Of course, your initial fear was that he would sneak off altogether, but you remembered the only entrance to the library was locked, and you were the only person present with a key. Your suspicion was confirmed when Geralt returned to you a bit later. 

The two of you found yourselves in a very interesting situation. If the morning after a one night stand was awkward, the moment after a wicked semi-public quickie in the library was at least twice as uncomfortable, and then some. You didn’t speak as you locked up and left the floor you were on, and while you walked, at least a hundred scenarios crossed your mind that did nothing to settle your nerves about saying your goodbyes. Whatever you conjured up in your brain was also useless in preparing you for the one thing that actually did happen. 

“Come back to my place,” Geralt said as you stepped outside. No matter how hard you tried, you were ultimately unsuccessful in keeping your eyes from going wide as you heard his words. Something about it wasn’t a question, which turned out to be enough to bring back the thrumming between your legs and weaken your knees. “I’m not done with you yet.”

#henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #geralt of rivia x ofc #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia smut #geralt #179 crescent street #179cs #179cs10 #geralt of rivia x reader

[yenn-reads]

Monthly Series Appreciation - December

It's the end of the year, we're getting closer to the holidays and I will have three stories for you today that I connect with December, Christmas and New Year's Eve.

All of them for different reasons, but all of them all worth reading…

I‘m a little early this month, but it’s for a reason. I want you all to get a look at that wonderful advent calendar in time 🥰

Let me tell you what I have for you this month:

Eyes That See

Sy x reader (💕🔥🌩, status: on-going)

Eyes That See is something very special to me. @just-chirpin not only manages to write one of the most wonderful Sy's I have ever seen. She also makes me feel seen. I can relate to so many things and feelings in this story. And having Sy by my side in this one is just so soothing. It's a really long story and it's not finished yet. But I can promise you that you won't be disappointed if you dive into it. The definition of comfort fic ❤️

And don’t forget to take a look at her masterlist, where you can find many asks with additional scenes or alternative scenarios 😍

179 Crescent Street

(College AU; Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt x multiple OFC's)(💕🔥🌩, status: on-going)

Everyone must have seen me talking about Crescent Street's inhabitants by now. I found them one year ago and fell in love with all of them. @raccoon-eyed-rebel gifted this universe of stupid dorks living together in one house to us, and I am so incredibly grateful for that. I read every one of these chapters multiple times and I know I will do it again. Maybe it's my favorite thing in the world 🥰

@raccoon-eyed-rebel also made my New Year's Eve feeling last way into the summer and that's a good thing. Those chapter's are so much fun! Get to know all those guys and, even more important, those wonderful women who are lucky enough to get one (or two) of the boys into their beds.

Sapphire Falls Chronicles

Caleb Syverson x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC (🌩💕, status: completed)

@sapphirefallschronicles was such a cute surprise last December. Every day until Christmas we got an update on the lives of Caleb, Chris, Abigail and Livia. And I loved getting new little bits of that wonderful fluffy story. @keanureevesisbae and @diegos-butt really put a smile on my face with this. I totally plan to re-read that lovely fic this December. Join me?

Hope you find something you enjoy here. Please let the creators of these stories know what you think about it. Reblog, comment, shower them with love. They deserve it!

Monthly Series Appreciation -Masterlist

#monthly series appreciation #yenn recommends #series #author:just-chirpin #author:raccoon-eyed-rebel #author:keanureevesisbae #author:diegos-butt #captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfiction #mike (hellraiser) #mike (hellraiser) fanfiction #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia fanfiction #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock holmes #walter marshall #walter marshall fanfiction #august walker #august walker fanfiction #charles brandon #charles brandon fanfiction #napoleon solo #napoleon solo fanfiction

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

A Fic Recommendation Extravaganza

as promised, (or more like voted) I'm going to share some of my favorite fics and authors in this post.

I joined Tumblr in 2012, but only started posting my writing in 2018, never thinking people would actually read it. Now here we are, 5 years 6K people later and I couldn't be more thankful!

These will be heavily Pedro centred (what a surprise lol), but there's some other people who I have been following for years before too.

Let's go!

@radiowallet whole Masterlist but especially her Oberyn series. I love to hate to love stubborn soulmates who get heir happily ever after. And I can not wait to hold PWC in my hands.

@something-tofightfor currently very in love with undercover future king of Mandalore Din Djarin falling in love in a christmas town. But honestly check out the whole masterlist. So many good stories, and I haven't even read everything yet

@wheresarizona Arizona makes me yearn for fictional Javier Peña in Learning to live like no other. Not only is this the fluffiest love story ever, no it's fucking filthy

@jazzelsaur Frankie and Ellie will have my heart FOREVER and ever ever.

@tilltheendwilliwrite was probably one of the first authors I followed on here. Her Blessings of Magic series is one of my most favourite stories ever and it still keeps growing.

@lavendertales oh where to start? Frankie Angst? Or Enemys to lovers with Javi P? Honestly, the whole Masterlist ist just chefs kiss.

@whiskeynwriting Dave fucking York and his daughters best friend. If I could drop real life whenever an update is posted I would (okay I mostly do)

@oonajaeadira PATS my beloved. I'm in love how you build this tiny universe with a character we haven't even seen just listened to.

@absurdthirst ooookay. I don't know what's my favorite. Just like... everything. And Werewolf Pero.

@wardenparker every single Soulmate series had me in a chokehold. Just... read it all here.

@chaoticgeminate Don't make me decide between Dragon Pero and sub Dave. Or Javi and Solecita. Or...

@whatsnewalycat you don't know that, but I read your Javi series almost completely when I was on vacation last year without knowing that you were on Tumblr too. I literally stopped breathing during the last chapters. And now I am loving to hate Frankie in Designated Person.

@guess-my-next-obsession Dr. Javier Peña my beloved.

@fuckyeahdindjarin If Palomino was a person, I would be on my knees. Cowboy Jack is like.. the perfect man and it's kinda rude of him but I love him.

@whataperfectwasteoftime is where I go to to get my Marcus Pike fix. And I can not wait to read your book either!!

@keanureevesisbae the mental picture of John Wick hanging up those paintings in one cappuccino and a chocolate brownie please has been burned into my brain. The amount of fluff you are able to put into words is unbeatable and I love it.

@supernaturalgirl20 whole Masterlist is to die for. The one story that stayed with my was Ezra in Bookshop by the coast. I think I read that three times.

@psychedelic-ink The amount of Joel fics that seem to show up daily from you have me in awe. Masterlist here.

@coastielaceispunk I fell in love with all Max Lord fics, and stayed for the rest. Check Masterlist here

#6k fic rec fest

[deandoesthingstome]

Fanfic Writer Wednesday

Friends, I would be extremely remiss if I didn’t remind you at least once a day how much I adore @raccoon-eyed-rebel and her stories.

When I search back through my #fic rec tag, it’s so blindingly apparent. She has written a lot of really fun, unique stories that always surprise me and often make me swoon.

Want to pretend you’re in it for the long haul and babies with Sy? Get in line behind Lara, aka @keanureevesisbae​ (as well as me, except i don’t want the babies) and check out Fixer Upper.

Want to know what it’s like to live in a house with EIGHT young Cavill characters? I mean, you won’t actually be living there, but like, you’ll get the drift and it’s amazing! Stop by 179th Crescent Street. 

Need some Dom!August willing to share you with Dom!Walter? Under Orders is your jam. (Also, do me a favor and beg nicely for neighbor!Sy to make an appearance. Thanks.)

Her Masterlist also has an amazing vampire!Au with hints and promises of a little reverse harem action with four Cavill characters (Natural) and several one-shots that make it pretty clear Mike is her favorite. Until you come across this Walter gem.

Anyway, my point isn’t to list every single story available, but rather to remind you there are amazing storytellers out there who love and adore your feedback. They’d literally offer up a first-born child in thanks. 

So find some free time, gather some snacks, take a gander at the list, and like, comment, or reblog. OR all of the above. It’s doesn’t take much. And it feels good to make others feel good. It’s okay if you only do it for your own endorphins.

As always...

#fandom is community #fanfic writer wednesday #fww #support your creators #support your local fanfic writer #toss la petite mort to your fanfic author #sharing is caring

[nashibirne]

Hi! I’m loving the project you two have going on! I would like to share @keanureevesisbae ‘s masterlist. She writes for asian ofc’s and her stories are so good! This is her masterlist and there are a few fics i think could use some more love!

- it’s a funny story: this is about Henry and his wife who had daughters, and they tell their daughters about how they met. This is such an underrated story. It’s so sweet and adorable! This is literally all i ever wanted in high school! I still want it tho.. 👀

- The alluring charm of Henry Cavill: Henry takes part of a tv show and is paired up with someone he’d rather not have. But that changed once he actually gets so know her. This is a lovely story about two people who open up to each other while facing with camera’s all around them. And it’s very beautiful 💖

- So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel?: okay this one is so fun! Henry wants to make a YouTube channel and who else to help it than famous YouTuber Sandy Choi? This is one of the first fics she wrote I believe and it definitely deserves more love 💕

Anyways, thanks for doing this and hope you have a good day! 😘

Thank you sweetie @diegos-butt for taking the time to send this! @keanureevesisbae 's masterlist deserves all the attention! 💜

What's this all about? Click here.

[totheblood]

linger [part xi.]

a peter parker social media au

part xi. : (y) to the end

please read authors note before chapter*

summary: y/n stark is a new york socialite, going to school and having fun with her friends. what happens when her life is in danger and she doesn't even know? even worse, what will happen when she finds out the person sent to protect her was her new friend, peter parker?

warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x

a/n: this is the final chapter !!! im gonna cry frrr this was an experiment for me and i loved writing it, making characters and the support was amazing. there is a time jump in here, and i can always make extras for this series if need be but ahhhh, im content with the ending even tho i know people are going to hate it butttttt anyways.. read on

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[myloveforhenrycavill]

Henry Cavill & Characters Fic Recs

Hiya! I’ve put together a list of my absolute favorite fics for Henry and some of his characters so I thought I would share them. It started as a list for myself so I could go back to them in the future. All these fics are ones I go back to and HIGHLY RECOMMEND!! Please enjoy!!! 

They will include fluff, smut, angst, series (I will link the series masterlist if available or the first chapter), au, some dark/noncon, etc.... Kudos to all the writers included in this list :) <3

Please read the warnings on each story that the writer provides. Some works may be triggering. 

***New additions will be bolded***

Henry Cavill

Across the Street - @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

Always Do - @lifeasitis21

Baby Snuggles… Drink and Wet? - @oh-for-fic-sake

The B****, The Favorite, His Sister & Her Lover -  @buckysgoldenheart

The Choice - @thecavillchronicles

Cozy Winter - @english8muffin​

The Date - @oh-for-fic-sake

The Dentist - @zealoushound

Fender Bender - @angrythingstarlight

A Good Night’s Sleep - @cruelfvkingsummer

Grand Theft Auto - @oh-for-fic-sake

Homecoming - @zealoushound​

How to Piss Him Off - @buckysgoldenheart​

I Need a Woman - @chamomilebottom​

I Would Do It Again - @foodieforthoughts​

Iced Coffee - @onlyhenrys

In the Moonlight - @fallenangelbb​

Joy & Pain - @cocoa-and-gold​

Just Us - @buckysgoldenheart

The List - @zealoushound

A Mess - @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

The (Mis)Adventures of Kal and Moose - @oddsnendsfanfics

Pooh Bear - @oh-for-fic-sake

Quarantine Date’s - @imaginethisdarling

A Rainy Day - @oh-for-fic-sake

A Rugby Dad’s Guide to… - @hlkwrites​

Sunshine & Daisies - @thelastsock​​

Tik Tok Leggings - @oh-for-fic-sake​

Truth and Consequences - @deathonyourtongue​

Under the Milky Way - @littlefreya

Unwell - @the-soot-sprite​

August Walker

Longing Stares - @quietmyfearswith

More - @oddduckthatgirl​

Neglected - @maya-the-cute-ass-bee​

On a Lie - @quietmyfearswith

Pretty In Pink - @rmtndew

Protect You - @buckysgoldenheart​

Protection - @keanureevesisbae​

The Specter - @its--fandom--darling

This Isn’t Goodbye - @cap-winter-barnes

Unexpected - @nuggsmum

The Way to Hell - @littlefreya

What They Did To You - @cap-winter-barnes

You and Me, Against the World - @thatslovelymoony

Captain Syverson

Applewine Valley - @nuggsmum​

Captain Confusion - @honeyhenry

The Choice - @onlyhenrys

Cuts & Bruises, Wounds & Abuses - @cinebration

Don’t Wait - @thatslovelymoony

Double-Edged Sword - @mypoisonedvine

Eyes That See - @just-chirpin​

Famous Last Words - @its--fandom--darling​

Feral Collision - @littlefreya

Flight 292 - @fourmarkdove​

Homeland - @cruelfvkingsummer​

Kissed by Fire - @wolvesandhoundshowltogether

Lines in the Sand - @littlefreya

Marks - @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

Mine - @yoursecretsmutblog​​​

More Than Just a One-Night Stand - @mary-ann84​

Regrets, I Have a Few - @the-soot-sprite​

The Road to Paloma - @thetaoofzoe​

Southern Generation - @viking-raider​

Surprise - @just-chirpin​

Syverson - @sillyrabbit81​

Upstate - @fourmarkdove

Viking Syverson AU - @r-t-doll​

Will You Miss Me At All - @sillyrabbit81​

Willow Run - @deathonyourtongue​

Clark Kent

About That Night - @yespolkadotkitty

The Bat’s Sister - @viking-raider

Breaking News - @221bshrlocked

Curly Hair and Blue Eyes, Just like yours - @babylooneytoonz

Every Day’s a Holiday - @giorno-plays-piano

Falling, Flying - @crimsonrae

For The Last Time - @lifeasitis21

A Lot of Luck - @lifeasitis21

The Neighbors Son - @oh-for-fic-sake

No Pain No Gain - @ellaimagines

The Offer - @cavillanche

One Step Back - @p3nny4urth0ught5

The Other Lane - @babylooneytoonz

Show Me How You Like It - @princess-of-riviaa

Stay With Me - @friendlylocalwriter

That Southern Hospitality - @221bshrlocked

Touch Starved - @somethinginthewayiam

The Whole World in his Hands - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

A Workout - @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Geralt of Rivia

Bear - @babylooneytoonz​

Beautiful and Damned - @dreamwritesimagines​​

Betrayed - @yewfandoms​

The Call of the Wild - @whitewolfandthefox​​

The Fall - @yewfandoms​

Keep Me - @queenxxxsupreme

Let Me Love You - @scarlettwitcher

Of Things Unseen - @queenxxxsupreme

Silver and Magic - @viking-raider

A Soldier’s Daughter - @viking-raider

Sweet Creature - @queenxxxsupreme

Ulfur Minn - @scarlettwitcher

The Vessel - @babylooneytoonz

The Wench and the Witcher - @for-a-muse-of-fire

Napoleon Solo

Cordial - @cinebration

I Got You - @thebadboyfanclub

A Mistake - @coloraturadiva​

Solo Parenting - @cavillanche​

Sherlock Holmes

An Absolute Mess - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Floriography - @luciilferss​

Lacking In Facts - @zodiyack​

Lies Untold - @cherienymphe

A Little Hysteria - @oh-for-fic-sake

Stubborn - @zodiyack

Terribly Confounding - @youvebeenlivingfictional

When We Were Young - @youvebeenlivingfictional

You Are Family Now - @thebadboyfanclub

Walter Marshall

All I’ve Ever Known - @rmtndew

The Babysitter - @redwine-lady

Just What I Need - @angryschnauzer​

Kill of the Night - @meowpurrbooks​

Medicine - @princess-of-riviaa

Reunited - @yoursecretsmutblog​

Safe - @maya-the-cute-ass-bee​

Truth and Other Disasters - @itsrubberbisquit​​

#fic recs #henry cavill x reader #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #clark kent x reader #walter marshall x reader #napoleon solo x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #henry!sherlock #henry cavill #august walker #captain syverson #clark kent #walter marshall #napoleon solo #geralt of rivia

[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Henry Cavill

🦋 welcome home pt.2 🦋 home at last 🦋

@utterlyhopeful-fics

🦋 the hots for my assistant 🦋

@itsmydreamlifethings

🦋 my superman 🦋

@tinabean37

🦋 my neighbor pt.2 pt.3 🦋

@badboys-imagines

🦋 your ass looks great in my shirt 🦋

@littlefreya / @captainsy-cookiemonster

🦋 vacation 🦋 choking kink 🦋 mile high club 🦋 traitor 🦋 make me 🦋 the rules 🦋 man crush monday 🦋

@laketaj24

🦋 mob!henry 🦋 uni stress 🦋

@smutsonian

🦋 thighs 🦋

@bucksfucks

🦋 cockwarming 🦋 laundry day 🦋 spring break 🦋

@keanureevesisbae

🦋 pooh bear 🦋 the stand in 🦋

@oh-for-fic-sake

🦋 you and I 🦋

@buckyownsmylife

🦋 saving superman 🦋

@nitannichionne

🦋 rides and rucks 🦋

@sillyrabbit81

🦋 rivalry romance 🦋

@playbucky

🦋 what do you mean 🦋

@fandomfic-galore

🦋 a helping hand 🦋 henry's personal stylist 🦋

@angrythingstarlight

🦋 crooked bowtie 🦋 stronghold 🦋 primal 🦋 the storyteller 🦋 level up 🦋 cockwarming 🦋 munchkin 🦋 lillies 🦋 mischievous 🦋 greasy like a sexy pig 🦋 beard burns 🦋 not now kitten 🦋 pretty when you cry 🦋 it can't wait 🦋 spellbound 🦋 morning person 🦋 silence 🦋 scary movies 🦋 dirty henry 🦋 insta stories 🦋 midnight glow 🦋 lumberjack henry 🦋 cock mold 🦋 plot twist 🦋 holding 🦋 brats on their worst behavior 🦋

@littlefreya

🦋 almost 🦋 proud 🦋 favours 🦋

@thelastsock

🦋 a helping hand pt.2 🦋

@awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield

🦋 take care of me 🦋 i like you underneath me 🦋

@punani

🦋 morning glory 🦋 hello, sailor 🦋

@foodieforthoughts

🦋 his 🦋

@bolontiku

🦋 beneath your clothes 🦋 masterlist 🦋 masterlist 🦋

@darklydeliciousdesires

🦋 jealous 🦋

@hertzwritings

🦋 size kink 🦋

@callsign-baby

🦋 subby 🦋 the gym 🦋

@buckyownsmylife

🦋 a helping hand pt.2 🦋

@3rachahwanghyunjinniematcha

#henry cavill #henry cavill x you #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fic #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut

[keanureevesisbae]

smut/18+ = ✧ | fluff = ❀

| multi chaptered fics |

↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴

so henry, you want to start a youtube channel : famous actor henry cavill falls for the very successful youtuber sandy choi

mister cavill, your dog is kinda fat : actor henry cavill meets olivia tran and her daughter vanessa under interesting circumstances.

the alluring charm of henry cavill : henry cavill participates in a reality show, where he gets to know rom com queen adelaide park a bit better.

coach cavill : when a new judo coach arrives in luna meadows, all the mothers are ready to risk it all for him, including amelia jung.

sugar sugar : first time sugar baby becky kim meets first time sugar daddy henry cavill.

it's a funny story : when their twin daughters ask about how they met, henry cavill and his wife natalie lee-bennett take a trip down memory lane.

ever after boutique : frankee jane newhouse loves her job, but hates one thing about it and that is the boss mister henry cavill.

stewardess chronicles : stewardess alice matsuda meets pilot henry cavill and naturally she falls for him.

↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴

but professor : penny townsend isn't too sure about a lot of things, but one thing she's sure about: her feelings towards her professor marshall.

↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴

it all started in san antonio : rosemary hill swore she'd never fall for another military man again, but then captain syverson steps into her life.

oblivious : captain syverson suddenly becomes the guardian of his three nieces and on top of that, his insufferable neighbor ivy sullivan barges into his life as well.

tales of love : vision impaired syverson and molly sweet slowly but surely become a couple and axel the guide dog has his opinion about it.

↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴

protection : cia agent august walker newest assignment is keeping an eye on star soccer player mia makaruku (on hiatus)

chasing nostalgia : august walker recognizes someone in a very interesting video and the life he thought he left behind is now closer than ever.

endeavors : august is teaching his roommate how to enjoy sex.

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| tiny series |

↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴

spring break baby ✧

confession ✧

three's a crowd ✧

↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴

study motivation ✧

car trouble ✧

backstage fun ✧

↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴

sy and his idol gf ❀

↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴

a-babygirl-in-august ✧

christmas tree ❀

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| drabbles |

↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴

daddy henry cavill ✧

laundry day ✧

the assignment ✧

happy birthday ❀

who is wonderfulmiracles irl? ❀

the third date ❀

she probably can't eat that ❀

seven minutes in heaven ❀

a voice like an angel ❀

↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴

made out of porcelain ✧

ice cream ✧

dirty december ✧

the first day of winter ❀

reading is kinda fun ❀

your honor, i fucked my client ✧

sensitive walter ✧

↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴

call me daddy ✧

heat wave ✧

a national treasure: oliebollen ❀

i lost my puppy ❀

from meet cute to something else ❀

out and about ✧

just one more ✧

enough ❀

↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴

club owner august walker ✧

back home ✧

mrs. walker ✧

family life ❀

bratty behavior ✧

naked wednesday ✧

daddy, i've been a bad girl ✧

some things never change ✧

august, you can't cook ❀

interesting purchase ✧

a day in the life ✧

a day in the life pt. 2 ✧

a foreign concept ✧

my girls ❀

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#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fandom #asian ofc #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #henry cavill masterlist #keanureevesisbae

[sapphirefallschronicles]

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 13 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Livia asks Sy to join her to the benefit and thinks about prom night, more than eleven years ago.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Vague mentions of sex, but not too much.

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Okay, I now have to fix that date for the benefit and preferably with Sy. Gosh, that lie just rolled right off my tongue, didn’t it? But, let’s be honest: me and Chris attending an event together? Sure, he was one of my greatest friends growing up and I really like having him around and–for what it’s worth–he is not too shabby to have right next to you, but why on earth would we go together, when there is a much better fit for him named Abigail Syverson?

My continuous knocking on the door of the Honey Bee Ranch finally pays off, because it opens after a good ten seconds and Sy leans in the doorway, appearing unamused. ‘You must have a very good reason to disturb me like that.’

I ignore the wit, knowing he doesn’t mean it. ‘You gotta come with me to the benefit.’

‘And why would I do that?’ he asks, crossing his thick arms in front of his broad chest. 

‘Well, Chris is probably going with Abigail and I told him I’m going with you.’ I shrug and add: ‘So, now you have to come with me, otherwise Chris is gonna kill me for lying.’

‘So, because you were dishonest, I just have to go with you to the benefit?’

I nod. ‘Yep, you’re already getting the gist of it.’

He scoffs. ‘Bold of you to assume I have a suit to wear.’

‘I know you do,’ I tell him. ‘And otherwise, we can rent one for you. I found a place not too far from here and you can rent there, even on such a short notice.’

‘Crap,’ he mutters. ‘Now I can’t say no.’

‘So… Does that mean you’re coming with me?’ I hopefully ask.

Sy nods. ‘I guess so.’

‘Great! It’s gonna be like all our homecoming dancings and prom.’ Realizing what I just said, I clear my throat. ‘Well, you know what I mean.’

Sy scratches the back of his neck, sharing the same uneasiness as me. ‘I know what you mean,’ he says. ‘Well, Liv, I do have a suit. I’ll pick you up in the truck or do you prefer something fancier?’

‘The truck would suffice. I’ll text you the details later on.’ I break out in a smile and say: ‘Thank you, Sy. I owe you one.’

He shakes his head. ‘No, Liv, this is what friends do. We’re there for one another.’ 

‘I also need another favor.’

‘And what’s that?’

‘Can you drive me? I have to buy a dress.’

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You can say about Sy what you want, but he is a good sport. Without muttering or sputtering, he got the car keys and drove me to the store I had in mind. It was an hour drive, but he didn’t mind. I guess he always really liked driving. I knew my way around here in Sapphire Falls, back when I was younger and Dottie took me out for driving sometimes, but I haven’t driven a car in so long. Besides me never liking it, I also live in New York City.

Feel like I don’t need to further expound on that one.

Together with Sy I walk into the store and let out a deep sigh as I stare at the amounts of clothing. ‘Do you think I should’ve brought Abigail with me?’ I ask.

Sy scoffs. ‘You couldn’t have thought of that an hour earlier?’ 

‘Well, you didn’t say anything either.’

He smirks. ‘True. Okay, come on, let’s make this quick. Max three dresses for you to try on.’

At first I want to strangle him for suggesting something so outrageous, but I think three dresses is enough. Besides, having a defined idea of what to do here is probably the best way to go. ‘I came prepared,’ I say, ‘because I already brought some shoes.’ I fish the heels out of my bag and hold them. ‘They’re black,’ I say, as if Sy can’t see that, ‘so, they’ll fit mostly everything.’

Sy holds one in his hands and examines them. ‘These are high.’

‘Yeah, and I am short,’ I tell him. ‘Come on, I have to compensate. You are gonna be my plus one and knowing us, we’re gonna hang out with the other giants named Abigail and Chris.’

He smiles. For a second I’m lost in those eyes, in that smile and his handsome features, but I quickly shrug it off and look through the racks of clothing. Nothing is good enough. It’s either too casual, too royal or borderline cosplay and that was not the look we were going for.

But I grabbed two dresses, a red one and a green one. I first try on the red and when I have put on the heels, I look at myself in the mirror.

Oh no…

This isn’t good. 

‘Are you gonna show me something?’ Sy impatiently asks, who has taken a seat outside of the changing rooms. 

‘No,’ I say. ‘The red one is no good.’

‘Show it to me, Liv.’

‘No, it’s horrendous.’

‘It can’t be that bad.’

I pull the curtain to the side and show him what I’m wearing. ‘You still think that?’

Sy doesn’t want to, but he still bursts out into laughter. The collar and sleeves didn’t look too bad on the hanger, however now that I’m wearing it, I feel like doctor Quinn is gonna barge in the store any minute now to rip the dress off me. ‘That is not good,’ he says.

‘Don’t laugh too hard,’ I mumble, though I have to chuckle too. ‘It’s horrible.’

‘Well, let’s hope the green one is better.’

I hide in the changing room again and after nearly breaking my neck because I tripped in the very tight space, I somehow managed to slide into this other dress.

Oh.

This is a look. The tiny cut outs near the waist line really show off my middle and despite the dress being knee length, the high slit on the side doesn’t make it look frumpy. 

I turn around in the mirror and realize I have a great ass in this too! 

This dress fits like a glove and that in a little boutique. Is this how people feel when they hit the jackpot? I open the curtain again and walk out. ‘And?’ I ask, as I make a little pirouette. 

Sy blinks his eyes, before I see him scanning the entire dress and therefore me. ‘Wow.’

‘Is that a good wow?’

‘More than a good wow,’ Sy notes, getting up from the chair to stand next to me. He holds out his arm and I hook mine though it. ‘You sure you wanna show up with me by your side for the benefit?’ he asks. 

‘Absolutely,’ I say, leaning my head against his arm. ‘I’d love that, Sy.’

He can’t help but smirk. ‘Good, me too.’

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●・○・●・○・●

Prom was probably one of the most highly anticipated moments of my life. Doing my hair and make-up with Abigail and her mom Dottie, then putting on the red dress I had bought with them. It were moments like this I cherished forever. After Dottie pulled an Abigail and took a lot of pictures, we went to school. Chris and Abigail in Chris’ fixer up. Sy and I in his truck.

But when we arrived at school, Chris and Abigail quickly disappeared, but I never lost track of Sy. The crowd was getting too much and too packed and being my height, therefore unable to oversee it all, I wanted to walk back, however Sy placed his hand in between my shoulderblades, causing me to look up. ‘I’ve got you, Liv.’

Four words, but it was enough to send my heart into overdrive. 

My prom was mostly spent with Sy and because I couldn’t persuade him to join me on the dance floor, we remained wallflowers for the majority of the night and to be fair, that was all I really cared about. I liked being around Sy and to be his moral support for events like this–which he absolutely despised–was the least I could do.

And after prom, we went home. We had a lot of dances in the past and it usually ended in us going back to the ranch. Chris however went home, because he had a basketball game the next day and it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to just assume Abigail was staring at the pictures she had taken that night. Because the ranch was big and had a lot of rooms, I slept in one of the guest bedrooms, where I took off all my make-up and the dress. I stared at it for a while, as it was draped over the chair and the last reminder I had of prom night. 

I went to the kitchen for one more glass of water, only to see Sy also standing there. ‘Hi,’ I said, causing him to look up. ‘What are you doing here?’

He simply shrugged, before he suggested: ‘Want to come with me?’

‘Where to?’

‘You know how my dad and I were building that shed near the lake?’ he asked. ‘I finished it the other day. I just hadn’t gotten around to show it to you just yet.’

I peeked through the window, realizing how dark it was.

‘It’s not too cold out,’ Sy said, as if that was what I was worried about. ‘So you can just go in your pj’s.’

Knowing with the aftermath of prom still buzzing through my veins, I would not fall asleep anytime soon, I nodded and together we walked into the dark night. I held onto Sy’s arm, not wanting to lose sight of him. 

The shed was absolutely beautiful. I remembered clearly when Bernard and Sy were working on it, but after the death of Bernard, Sy hadn’t picked up on working on it. He probably found the willpower to do so again.

‘It’s like a little house,’ I said, as I plopped on the bed. ‘You can rent it out.’

‘I’m probably not gonna do that. I… It’s nice to have my own place so to say.’ He sat next to me on the bed. ‘Liv, I had fun tonight.’

‘Really? You frowned like ninety nine percent of the time.’

‘That’s my default state,’ he retorted. ‘Thought you knew by now.’

I chuckled. ‘Well, thank you for tonight. For the corsage, for the tie that matched my dress and actually mustering up a smile for the picture.’

‘I hope mom’s reflexes are good,’ he joked, ’because that smile was very brief.’

I stared at his handsome face, his jawline more prominent than last year, though I still saw some of the softness left. ‘Maybe we should go back.’

‘Maybe.’

However we both didn’t move. I saw Sy’s eyes descend from my eyes to my lips. 

‘We can also stay here,’ I suggested in a hoarse tone.

Sy nodded and told me he would lock the door of the shed. I scooted back on the mattress and snuck underneath the thin covers. I stared at my best friend, as he was locking the door and checking the windows. The moments I got to spend with him were going to be scarce as time went on. Sure, we still had time left before I would officially depart for college and it’s only then I have to say my goodbyes to him, but that doesn’t change the fact I was going away and he was staying here in Sapphire Falls.

I had lived my life here, got used to the people here and I knew he was always there for me.

Sy walked over to the bed, got underneath the covers as well and I didn’t even have to think about curling up against his strong and protective frame. I placed my head against his chest, wrapping my arm around his waist.

‘High school is almost over,’ I whispered. ‘Do you think we’ll be people who peaked during high school?’

‘Maybe I will be, but you can never be,’ Sy said, as he played with my fingers. ‘You’re going to conquer the world, show everyone what an amazing writer you are.’

I looked up and smiled. ‘Is the farm going to be your forever home, Sy?’

‘I can’t leave this behind,’ he said. ‘Besides, there is a community college not too far from here. I bet I can learn a thing or two there. If I want.’ The second those words left his lips, he chuckled. ‘Well, you know me: I suck at school. I am probably never going back.’

‘You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for,’ I said. ‘You’ve got so much to offer.’

He let out a sigh. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

‘I’ll miss you too.’

And then it happened. Usually I would insist on us being friends and solely friends, however now I couldn’t. Not when I felt his lips on mine. It was so different than the first times we kissed, because then I stopped us. 

I didn’t want us to stop now. 

Our kiss deepened and I allowed my body to melt against his. His hand carefully touched my lower back, as it had slipped underneath my pajama shirt. 

He rolled me on my back, as he was on his side next to me, not once letting our lips depart from one another. His lips descended to my nape, his hand resting in the dip of my waist. My lips were burning, desperate for more of these types of kisses. My skin was on fire, because of his touch, from both his lips and his calloused hand. 

A shaky exhale left my lips, causing Sy to look up. ‘You alright?’

I nodded. ‘I’m okay,’ I whispered. ‘Are you?’

Now it was his turn to nod. He leaned closer to give me another kiss. Sy carefully rolled on top of me, as he kneeled between my legs. He made sure he wasn’t smothering me underneath his large frame, leaning on one of his strong arms. 

All the things I usually would do–telling him this wasn’t a good idea, how we were just friends and what not–were all forgotten. 

We made out for who knows how long, his shirt disregarded and I allowed my hands to wander over his strong upper body. 

Sy carefully let his fingers caress my skin, as his hands were still underneath my shirt. For the longest time, I never thought I’d ever kiss him again, but his lips were attached to mine. 

Our lips parted, his forehead resting against mine. His hot breath tingled against my lips. For seconds we didn’t speak, not a word was exchanged between us.

What did I want to say to him? Stop? I want this? 

I had no idea. 

Everything he did was careful, well thought out. I never wanted him to stop, but deep down I knew that friends didn’t do this.

I whispered: ‘What are we doing?’

‘I’m not sure.’

He was sure. I was sure. We both were. 

I pulled him closer, his lips fell perfectly against mine and I said: ‘Do you want this?’

‘With you I do,’ Sy said. ‘What about you, Liv?’

I nodded carefully. ‘With you I want this too.’

●・○・●・○・●

We didn’t speak about the elephant in the room. That was quite the achievement, considering us just losing our virginities to one another on prom night, was probably the biggest elephant ever. We stared at the ceiling after I put on his shirt, since I was a shivering mess. I turned to my side, placing my head on his bare chest as I held his hand in mine. His lips pressed a featherlike kiss on my fingers. 

‘Sy,’ I whispered. ‘I am leaving in a month.’

‘I know.’

‘I want us to remain friends. No matter where I am.’

‘I want that too.’

I craned my neck to look up and when our eyes met, he smiled. 

‘What’s up?’ he asked me.

I leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, before I whispered: ‘I love you, Sy.’

At first I thought he didn’t hear it, but then he said: ‘I love you too, Liv,’ before giving me one last kiss. 

And after that, we never spoke about it again. We never said those words to each other. We went back to how it was pre-prom.

Like it never happened.

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

What's the occasion?

Masterlist

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

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

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

Pairing: Syverson x reader (you)

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

Word count: 3.8k

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

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

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did that, too.”

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

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

“Groceries?”

“Done.”

“The bathroom?”

“Yep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you pick it?” you tease him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s alright...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say that again…”

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

“Before that.”

“Ah. You were right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson x reader #syverson #syverson smut #syverson fic #syverson x you #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #henrycavill fanfic

[yenn-reads]

Okay, we're still in October but I got a little special edition of my recommendation thingy for you.

We all don't complain about some nice smut, right?

But a whole series dedicated to all the smutty, kinky stuff? We don't get that too often. Just one more reason to promote these rare gems. And that's what I'm going to do here.

Welcoming Committee

Captain Syverson X Reader/OFC (Drea); August Walker x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); Captain Syverson x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); August Walker x Reader/OFC (Drea) (🔥, status: completed)

@deandoesthingstome treated us directly from her beach vacation with this dirty little swinger tale and left me speechless with every update.

We're getting not only two of our favourite Henry shaped men, Sy and August, but also two lovely ofc's. And Charlie put these four into a lot of hot situations for us. Go enjoy this!

Under Orders

August Walker, Walter Marshall, (Captain Syverson) x Reader (🔥, status: on-going)

@raccoon-eyed-rebel still isn't convinced this is really a series, it seams, as she doesn't have a series masterlist for it 😁

But it damn well is the hottest series I have ever read. We get two Doms who not only have the dirtiest ideas for situations to put reader into, but who also know what preparation and aftercare looks like. And thanks to the adamant hints of someone 😁 to add another player into that game we get a little Sy bonus that is less about Dom/sub dynamics but not a hint less dirty and delicious.

Endeavours

August Walker x OFC (Grace) (🔥, status: completed)

With Endeavours, @keanureevesisbae made my start into the new year a lot hotter than I had expected. We're getting roommate!August who has some lessons for us. And damn, he's the best teacher. Take of your panties, sit on a towel and read this!

I usually decide on three stories to be featured per post, but I couldn't ignore some recent addition to my absolute favourites. Especially as this one would have fitted into the October theme of spooky fics as well as the here mentioned smut special.

So have a look on a fourth series that is incredibly hot:

Fantasy hotel

Werewolf!Walter Marshall, Minotaur!Sy, Vampire!August, ??? x reader (🔥, status: on-going)

I don't know what to say about this one else as: damn, if you just slightly think you might be into monster fucking, read this. It's so incredibly good. I would have never thought I needed to read about caressing a minotaur's horns, but I was so wrong 😁

Go read these, hit reblog and tell the writers what an incredibly good job they've done. And if you don't dare to be horny on main, create a side blog and reblog with that one. Because these stories deserve to be spread all over this hellsite.

#monthly series appreciation #yenn recommends #series #author:deandoesthingstome #author:keanureevesisbae #author:raccoon-eyed-rebel

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Hey Steph! Hope you’re doing well. I’ve only recently watched John Wick (tragic, I know - so long deprived) but I wanted to read some fic for him and saw you reblog some. Do you have any other JW recs? Thank you my angel 🙏🏻💕

- @nothoughtsjustmeds

Hiiii"

Yes I have. So many.

Might I interest you in some of mine? lol I wrote A LOT for Keanu's characters in general and I'm planing to go back to it and also finally finish those Wip's I have in my drafts.

There are soooo many talented writers for John. Have some of my faves

The Brooklyn Baby Series by my sisterwife @ladyreapermc which had me screaming with every part (big age gap fyi) Also Check out Demon John in her master list!

Primed to sin by @fanficsrusz is a Priest AU so.... 😏

@ficsnroses whole Masterlist. But especially One night

If you have a week or two to spare you have to read @the-darklings Children of Ares which I am OBSESSED with.

That old feeling by @omg-imagine Just.... The Yearning..... Check out the rest of the masterlist too!!!

But baby I'm better by @fortheloveoffanfic 🤤

One cappuccino and a chocolate brownie please by @keanureevesisbae is giving me cavities if only this about it

Check out all the master lists of the people I tagged cause this premium content lol

I'm sure I forgot people so if you have anything to add and recommend? Doooo it!

#asks #fic rec #john wick #Keanu reeves

[roamwithahungryheart]

Hiii Lauren! I have a Thursday ask for you! This might seem a bit weird but work with me. 🥰 If you feel comfortable, tag a writer(s) that you feel is/are under-appreciated on this platform and share with us why you love their work?

HOO BOY.

Please don't think I'm leaving anyone out, this isn't my intention at all. I'm purely basing this on the most recent stories I've read because there are SO MANY wonderful writers here who deserve ALL THE LOVE.

Firstly I'd like to give a shout-out to @sweetdreamsofgelato whose work I've only just found! Go check it out!

@greensleeves888 If you haven't started reading this already, get your ass over there and read the Widow's Pique series! Coffee time, wine time, whatever your vice, you'll need it for a few of these twists and turns!

@foodieforthoughts I blasted through foodie's masterlist like a woman deranged, and you should too!

@littlefreya I have rather ashamedly just gotten round to reading Cowboys From Hell and OH MY. It was a real trip. Freya lights up my dash, and I hope after this, yours too.

@keanureevesisbae I'm back with another series rec - this time it's Sugar Sugar . It's a Hot Girl Summer read, it's fun and flirty and will keep you hooked!

@omgkatinka Breaking and Entering is a current fave.

@nuggsmum Another 'if you haven't read it already...' rec - both Applewine Valley and The Light are immensely enjoyable!

@sillyrabbit81 I recently read 'Never Say Goodbye' and ended up with a little bit of a lump in my throat. Bittersweet and so captivatingly written.

@inlovewithhisblueeyes If you're looking for some fluff this week, look no further than A Pup's Commendation!

And finally, @astroboots Telltale Heart lives in my mind rent free.

@oh-for-fic-sake , @scorpiobitch95 , @princesscassashoneypot , @littlebirdofrivia , @cherry-gemz (who is a GEM) , @bluemusickid , @just-one-ordinary-fangirl , @storiesbystarlight , @blakerogue , @darklydeliciousdesires @just-dreaming-marvel , @divine-mistake , @notabronte are all masterlists I would HIGHLY recommend blasting through! You won't regret it x

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Several Masterlist

In The Coffee Shop

Summary: You work in a coffee shop and preparing the special of the month starts something you’d never thought would happen at your work place. Pairing: Sharon Carter x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Dubcon (sex pollen), smut, oral sex (m and f receiving, m and f giving), fingering, anal Word count: 4.6K A/N: This is my entry for @tinymalscoffee 400 follower writing challenge. Congrats on that milestone and thank you for hosting this challenge! I chose the prompts sex pollen and coffee shop AU. The graphics I used are by the amazing @firefly-graphics​

Mommy Knows Best

Pairing: soft!dark!Natasha Romanoff x reader x soft!dark!Bucky Barnes Summary: Natasha, your mommy, wants to bring Bucky as your daddy into your relationship but you don’t want that. Is that the end of the topic? Warnings: soft!dark!Natasha, soft!dark!Bucky, MDlg/DDlg dynamics, forced age regression, abduction Word count: about 1600 A/N: So, @nsfwsebbie​ holds a “Fuck Fest Friday” on, you guessed it, Fridays and one anon sent in something about mommy!Nat and daddy!Bucky and I had thoughts about it, so I wrote something. The graphics are made by @firefly-graphics​

The Cookout

Pairing: Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, The Wilsons x Bucky Barnes Summary: A little tweak on the cookout scene in TFATWS Warnings: TFATWS spoilers (ep6) Word count: 429 A/N: This can be read as romantic Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes, romantic Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, platonic Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes, platonic Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes or entirely platonic Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

I Think I'm Seeing Triple

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Sam Wilson x Sam Wilson x reader x Bucky Barnes x Bucky Barnes x Bucky Barnes Summary: You just want to get settled in in your hotel room for a weekend conference, when your room is also given to two other attendees of the conference. And then something happens no one can explain and four surprise guests are also in the room Warnings: Smut, oral (f and m receiving), spanking, choking Word count: 3240 A/N: @keanureevesisbae were suffering together because of a post with four pictures each of Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan and then I had a thought and got some inspiration.

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