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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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Dick pic | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Sub!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Dom!Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> Bucky really wants your attention, and with his bratty side he always knows how to get it, even when he gets punished and isn’t allowed to touch you while you edge him.

Wordcount -> 2.8k

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, Sub!Bucky, whining Bucky, mommy kink, using of Handcuffs and vibrator, oral (male!receiving), begging, mention of safe word (just asking which color), edging, fingering (fem!receiving), dick pic, unprotected p in v,

A/N -> The Oneshot belongs to the collection “Subby Baby feat. Bucky Barnes”. I want to thank @imtryingbuck for helping me come up with the idea, and while I wrote this one. Some of the dialogue parts are written by her. Header and Divider are also made by her.

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Meetings are something Bucky really doesn’t like, especially when you’re in one and he is waiting for you in your shared room. He is bored, really bored, and the only thing he can think of is you on top of him, bouncing on his thick cock, while you praise him for how good he is. But the tiny bratty side inside of him wants him to break one of your rules; he wants you to punish him.

You’re in the middle of a meeting, shifting from one foot to the other while you write some ideas for a new project for your company. When you get a message and you see Bucky's name appearing on the screen, you immediately worry about your boyfriend. He doesn’t write to you when he knows you’re in a meeting, unless it’s something important. So you unlock your phone and tap on his chat. There is a picture he sent you, and you gasp when you see his dick.

Bucky sent you a dick picture, his pants shoved down his thighs, his rock-hard dick with pre-cum leaking from his tip with his hand around his shaft. You turn your phone off, blushing slightly before you clear your throat.

“Excuse me a moment, please write down more ideas for projects,” you tell them, and they hum in response.

You take your phone and rush out of the room. When the door is closed behind you, you take a shaky breath. Bucky can be naughty, but you didn’t know he would send you a dick picture to get your attention. Everyone of your coworkers could have seen that picture of his dick, a part of him that is only allowed to be seen by you or him. Then you unlock your phone and call Bucky; it doesn’t take long for him to pick it up.

“Hey,” he says happily.

“Baby boy, we talked about this.”

“About what?”

You roll your eyes, and Bucky knows because he giggles softly.

“James.”

A soft gasp leaves his lips; he pushes the limits, and when you call him by his first name, you make it clear. And he knew he would be punished if he didn't apologize immediately, but he wants you to punish him; he wants to feel the pleasure when you tell him that he is a bad boy.

“Mommy, it’s so hard; it hurts,” he whines.

Bucky wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, moving his hand slowly up and down. Soft moans leave his lips while he thinks about your lips around his cock, your tongue gliding along his shaft, and the way you kiss the tip of his dick.

“Bucky?”

“Mhm, mommy.”

“Do you break another rule right now?”

“Nuhuuu. Just help to calm it down.”

“Baby boy, take your hand off your cock, right now,” you demand.

“B-but mommy, it hurts. It's so hard.”

“Take your hand off.”

Bucky whines, letting go of his dick and letting it slap against his stomach.

“O-oke. Done,” he mumbles.

You smirk softly, knowing he did it on purpose. He wants you to be rough with him; he wants his punishment, and you’re willing to give him what he is silently asking for.

“You have been a bad boy; do you need a punishment?”

“Yes, mommy.”

The way his tone changes into a euphoric one makes you smile.

“I’m there in five minutes.”

You hang up and smile before you walk to your shared room. You make your way through the elevators to go to your room. Meanwhile, Bucky takes off his clothes, and the smile on his face grows when he slides his thumb over the tip of his cock. He knows how to get you to your room in just a short time, even when he gets punished, but he has your attention.

Bucky listens when you walk through the floor until you open the door and walk into the room. He looks at you, grinning.

“Mommy,” he says excitedly.

“Don’t try to be a good boy. You get your punishment.”

He hums and makes you frown. Then you raise your eyebrow, pointing with your head in front of you. Without telling him what to do, he stands up and walks closer to you before he gets on his knees. His hands are on his thighs while he looks at his hands.

“Good boy,” you say, running your fingers through his short brown hair.

Then your grip tightens, and you make him look at you. He whines; his dick is so hard, his balls so full. Bucky slides his hand from his thighs to your legs, moving them up until he reaches your knees.

“No. I didn’t allow you to touch mommy, did I?” you ask with a stern voice, and he immediately shakes his head, but his hands are still resting on your knees. “Baby boy, I won’t repeat myself.”

He groans but removes his hands and places them back on his thighs. You take a step back, letting go of his hair, and turn around to look for something you placed in the drawer. Bucky’s eyes follow every movement you make; he squirms slightly in anticipation.

“Get on the bed,” you say.

Bucky stands up and walks a few steps, then he turns and walks towards you. His arms are immediately around your waist, and he presses his hard dick against your ass. You moan softly at the sudden feeling of him being so close, and Bucky smirks. He slips his hands under your shirt, one on your hips, while the other finds its way underneath your panties. With a tight grip around his arm, you pull it out of your pants.

“You like that, mommy?” he asks, kissing along your neck before he bites softly into your sensitive skin.

“James. On. The. Bed. Now.”

“But mo-“

“Now.”

Bucky groans and pushes his hips against yours before he lets go of you. Then he turns around and walks towards the bed, letting himself fall onto it. His eyes are focused on you when you turn around. In your hand, you hold handcuffs and a vibrator. You walk closer to the bed, placing them next to Bucky.

You then take off your clothes, which is way too slow for Bucky, so he thinks about helping you. He reaches for you, but you take a step back, and he pouts.

“Wanna help you, mommy,” he mumbles, trying to look angry.

“You look like a puppy when you try to look angry, baby boy.”

Bucky pouts even more and places his hands on your hips when you’re undressed. He pulls you closer, trying to push you onto his thigh, but you’re faster and grip his hands, holding them above his head. Then you push him with his back down so he lays in front of you, your upper body almost laying on his, while you spread his legs with yours.

“No touching,” you say, raising an eyebrow when he tries to free his hands.

“But mommy, I love touching you.”

“And good boys are allowed to touch their mommy's, but you weren't good; you sent me a picture of your dick while I was working.”

You push yourself up and let your hands roam over Bucky’s body. Your fingertips are sliding softly along his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps on Bucky’s skin. He pushes his hips against you when you stroke his thighs, not touching his dick. You kiss his shoulders, down to his chest, and leave hickeys around his nipple. Bucky moans softly, trying his best to hold his hands above his head, but he just loves it so much to touch you. He wants to feel every inch of your body, so he moves one hand to your head, gripping a hand of hair and pushing you more against his body.

“James.”

“Mommy, please.”

“You push the limits,” you tell him with a stern voice, but he still has his hand in your hair.

He loves to touch you, especially when he makes you feel good. You take his hands in yours and reach for the handcuffs. Then you nod to the headboard, showing him to sit down against it. Bucky whines, but when you look with furrowed eyebrows at him, he obeys and pushes himself up to sit against the headboard. You sit next to him on your knees on the bed and handcuff him to the bed. He pouts, and you can’t stop and smile before you kiss his nose and crawl across the bed until you sit opposite him.

When you sit comfortably, you spread your legs and reveal your throbbing cunt. Bucky moans when his eyes are immediately focused on your pussy, especially when your hand slides down your body and you use your fingers to guide it through your wet folds. You slowly rub circles on your clit before you push one of your fingers inside of you. Bucky groans and whimpers when you add another finger and start to move it in and out of you. He can’t stop looking at your pussy, at your wet fingers, and at the way you push them inside your tight hole while you moan softly.

“Mommy, it’s so hard,” Bucky mumbles, trying to get your attention.

You grab the vibrator next to you and pull your fingers out of your pussy to replace it with the toy. Then you turn it on and throw your head back, moaning. Bucky pulls at the handcuffs, trying to get out of them so he can touch you, or at least himself, to give himself a bit of release.

“I wanna touch you or myself. Please mommy.”

You smirk and move closer to him, the toy still vibrating between your legs. Then you wrap your hand around his cock, your thumb brushing over his tip, which is leaking with pre-cum. You stroke him slowly, and whenever he pushes his hips against your hand, you squeeze his cock softly.

“I’m sorry, but it feels so good,” he tells you, trying to grip something to ground himself.

Then you lower your head and take him in your mouth, using your tonics to lick around his tips before you take him inch by inch until he is completely in your mouth. You taste the familiar salty pre-cum. One of your hands moves to his balls, and you roll them softly in your palm. Bucky moans, thrusting his hips against you and throwing his head back because of the pleasure he feels.

When you let his dick slip out of your mouth, you kiss his tip. The toy inside of you brings you closer to the edge, your walls clenching around it, and you moan softly. You wrap your lips around his cock and let him slide into your mouth once more, hollowing your cheeks. Bucky’s cock twitches in your mouth, and when he is about to cum you let go of him and move a few inches away from him.

“I was so close, mommy, please,” he whines, trying to get out of the handcuffs while he thrusts his hips into your direction.

You smirk at him, waiting a bit before you wrap your hand around his cock again. You slowly move it up and down, sliding your thumb across his tip, before you use your other hand to take his balls in it and squeeze them softly.

“Mhm- it feels so good,” he moans, his mouth slightly open and his breath heavy.

Bucky’s sweating, and he tries to get more of your touch while you’re slowly stroking his dick. You lower your head once more and lick along the underside of his thick member. Bucky wraps his legs around your body, trying to pull you closer so you have to swallow his cock, and he has control over it until he cums in your mouth. But you know your boyfriend, so you slide underneath his legs away from him. He groans and looks with a begging expression on his face at you.

“Mommy, please. I wanna cum.”

“No. No, you decided to be a bad boy and go against mommy’s wishes, so now you don’t get to cum,” you say sternly.

“P-Please, mommy. Please, it hurts.”

“What hurts, baby boy?” you ask him in faux concern, and you stroke his thigh softly.

“M-my balls. So heavy and full,” he mumbles, blushing when those words leave his lips.

"Well, you should have thought about that before being a brat.”

Bucky whines, tears forming in his eyes and slowly falling down his cheeks. He shifts back and forth, trying to press his thighs together, but since you’re sitting between them, he doesn’t get the friction he tries to get.

You move forward, capturing his cheeks with your hands, and wipe his tears away. He leans into your touch; he looks at you, and you feel your knees getting weak. Then you smile softly and kiss his nose and forehead before you capture his lips with yours.

“Color, Buck.”

“G-Green.”

With a smile, you nod and move a few inches away.

“Make me cum, and I will allow you to cum too, oke?"

Bucky nods. He immediately smirks and pulls at the handcuffs so he can touch you and make you cum. You remove the toy first before you free Bucky’s hands from the handcuffs. In the moment his hands are free, he pushes you onto your back and towers over you.

“Mommy, can I please put it in? I won’t cum before you cum,” he begs, his cock sliding between your wet folds.

“Go ahead, baby.”

You don’t have to tell him twice; he grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance. He then slides inside of you slowly and carefully. Bucky whimpers; you feel so good around him, and his cock is so sensitive, but he wants more; he wants to be inside of you completely.

“M-m-m,” he stutters, closing his eyes and letting his body fall on top of yours.

“Shhh, baby boy. I’ve got you,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his body and stroking his back.

He is so deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him and squeezing him, that he doesn’t dare to move; otherwise, he would probably cum before you do. One of your hands slides into his hair, and you play with his soft, brown hair, waiting until he wants to move inside of you.

"So- soooo tight.”

You chuckle, kissing him while he slowly moves. Just an inch out of you before he pushes back inside of you. He fills you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots. When you moan because of his thrust, he does it again, wanting to hear those sweet sounds again. So he thrust slowly but deeply inside of you, whimpering whenever your walls are squeezing his dick.

After a while, he pushes himself up to move better. His hands are on both sides of your waist when he looks at your pussy and pulls out of you. His eyes are focused on his wet dick and the way it slides in and out of you. When he speeds up, he holds his hand in your belly, pressing slightly down until he feels his dick inside of you.

"Mommy, I’m so deep. I can feel myself- mhm- I’m so d-deep inside of you.”

“Yes, baby. And you’re doing so well.”

Bucky groans when you praise him; he throws his head back and thrusts faster inside of you. His dick is twitching; the warmth and tightness are making him go crazy, but he knows he isn’t allowed to cum before you do. So he guides his hand between your legs, his fingers sliding through your folds, before he reaches your clit and rubs it in small circles. You feel the knot building up in your stomach, and Bucky does too.

"Fuck, you’re doing so well. Cum now,” you demand, knowing that he is as close as you.

You moan his name, arching your back and squeezing him even tighter when you cum all around his dick. Bucky cums just a moment after you; he whimpers and moans when he thrusts his seeds deep into you. He still fucks you until the two of you come down from your high.

“Thank you, mommy,” he mumbles, letting himself, with his dick still buried inside of you, fall down.

His hair is sweaty, and you stroke it out of his face, letting him calm down completely. While he does so, you praise him, mumble some sweet words into his hair, and caress his cheek.

“Are you oke, baby?"

“Yes, I’m sorry for sending the picture while you were in a meeting. But I needed you so bad.”

“Don’t worry, but now let’s clean you up, oke?”

Bucky nods, slowly pulling out of you but holding you in place until his seeds throb out of you and he coats his fingers with them. He then lets you sit up as well and pulls you into a short but passionate kiss.

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lathalea · 1 year

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

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

Relationships: Fili x Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: none

✨ Perfect Proposal ✨

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The smile you gave him in return was barely visible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fíli…?”

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

“Fíli! What are you talking about?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s so funny?”

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

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

You were looking at your own reflection.

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

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

“I’m afraid not,” you replied.

“Oh…” Fíli’s smile faded away.

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

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

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

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

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

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 months

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Dream and Fantasy & Handholding - Thingol x Finwë

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

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

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

Words: 1 065

Characters: Thingol x Finwë

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@fellowshipofthefics here's another cute one!

Have an abomination for your pleasure!

Lots of love and well-wishes!

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#og post #Dark Romance Prompts #Sweet and Spicy Bingo #Sweet #Fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #jrrt #Tolkien fanfiction #Dream and Fantasy #Handholding #Fingol #Thingol #Finwë #old men #in an old people home #pudding #just idiocy

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heilith · 1 year

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A Way to Wake Up

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

Words: 513, no warnings. :)

A Way to Wake Up

“The sense of this tradition evades me.”

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

“That I noticed, my love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, please.”

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

“Will you join me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lindir x reader #lindir #drabbles #sweet and spicy bingo #fotfics

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merryfortune · 27 days

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he felt his tongue tie as he finished his well rehearsed speech

Written using the Sweet and Spicy sweetheart Bingo [I'm aware it is ineligible for bingo]

Prompt: I’m Yours

Title: he felt his tongue tie as he finished his well rehearsed speech

Ship: Motherearthshipping | Earth/Spectre

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,548

Warnings: None

Tags: Reunions, Post-Canon, Fluff, First Meeting

Spectre faced himself in the mirror and repeated to himself an introduction which had become like a mantra for him, big breath then, “Hello, I am Spectre and I am your Origin.”

He felt giddy. Wrong and excited. It was amazing. He felt like a young man looking to propose, a long lost sibling looking to make amends. It was all of these things and more as he looked into the mirror, readjusted his jacket and forced a smile.

It was wrong. He wasn’t a smiley person, he wasn’t someone who ought to talk through gritted teeth and yet, he could not help himself. He had been waiting for this day to come for the past ten years if he was being honest.

He recalled when he had first been taken under Ryoken’s wing, ushered into the back stage of the glorious theatre of pain which had been the Hanoi Project, explained the on-goings and happenings, the number one thing Spectre wanted was to meet his Ignis. His reason for his kidnapping and consequent torture. But alas. The very creature whose importance had necessitated the crime against him and his captivity was to be eliminated.

By him no less.

As a member of the Knights of Hanoi’s upper echelon. It was only right.

That is what Spectre came to believe despite his initial disappointment.

However that murder never came to fruition. Though Earth did die. Just not by their weapon.

Ten long years had passed by that point and Spectre thought he had done well to calcify the resolve that was asked of him. He had performed so well for the Lost Incident, he could do this, too, but instead the psychic scream of his Ignis was too much to bear and so, past his defences, Spectre had shed one single tear.

A hole had opened in his heart.

And inside that hole, many things - many emotions, imaginings, and more - festered. Spectre began to explore more of the envy that he felt towards Playmaker and his Ignis, towards Soulburner and his Ignis. He began to wonder: what if?

Earth had never sought him out. Spectre had been told it was because his reputation preceded him. That made sense. Thus, it became his assumption.

Now he would know for certain, however. If Earth had never looked for him because he had heard or realised or just somehow miraculously known that his Origin was now with one of the factions would seek to end him and his kin. Because now, Earth was back.

He had died but now he had been resurrected.

Playmaker was a disgustingly determined person. He was self-important and arrogant with how he proclaimed his justice and executed it without flaw. Spectre couldn’t stand him and yet, he was entirely enamoured with him because they were so opposite.

He couldn’t wait to thank Fujiki Yusaku in person for being exactly who he was. Weird as he was - and weird as it may be - because he had done the impossible in the name of love. He had brought not just his own Ignis back from death but all six of them.

Then, he released those which did not belong to him.

Ai was content - no, overjoyed - to stay by Playmaker’s side. The other Ignis on good terms with their Origins - so Aqua and Flame - made their way back to their own loved ones. Aqua reunited with Aoi and was finally able to meet Miyu, face to face and wide awake. Flame made the journey to Takeru’s hometown and was met with warm, open arms.

Windy and Lightning… held back. They were rightfully reserved, remorseful, for what happened. Windy had only the cold grave of his Origin to visit and so, remained at Lightning’s heel, guilty, but together, as a pair, they made amends with the one who was still alive and bearing the brunt of their misdeeds. Jin accepted them, though he did heed the warnings all around him regarding what he didn’t remember but so far, the relationship though burdened was moving past that history.

Then.

Finally.

The Earth Ignis.

He was free to do as he pleased. What he was pleased to do was wander, much the same as he had been looking for Aqua, now it was a question of if he was trying to look away from Spectre, however. He simply tramped through the Link VRAINS without a seeming care in the world for concealing his presence.

But his brethren encouraged him to find Spectre.

Even Spectre was encouraged by his own organisation to find Earth.

In the months that Earth had been absent from his psyche, Spectre had changed. He had never realised before but Earth had been important to him. He had wanted to be fine with them never meeting, their paths remaining ever parallel, if only the Ignis had stayed inside their halcyon Cyberse World, had never interacted with humanity, for better or for worse. So when Earth was gone from this world, Spectre had never felt such frailty until then.

But now he was greedy. He wanted to meet Earth, he wanted the Ignis in the human world. It would never be beautiful or idyllic but it was as the cliche wrote. It was better to love and lose than to never love at all.

So when Playmaker gave Spectre a tip - the coordinates of where Earth was likely to be at a certain time - he immediately made plans. He began to rehearse, in life and online, how he would introduce himself, how he would show he had turned over another leaf if Earth hated him or was certain he was still a threat.

Spectre counted down the days, hours, minutes until he could finally bisect paths with Earth. Even if he had to force it. He would go to him if Earth wasn’t going to come to him. If that was how it would be, then Spectre wouldn’t just lay down and die like his namesake would imply.

He would forge out a new future, a new happy time, with his own two hands for the… for the first time in a long time. Since he had run away from the orphanage, really. Even if the idea of it made his head spin and made him sick to the stomach, he would do it.

He did do it.

Just as Playmaker had said, Spectre found Earth in the vastness of the Link VRAINS. In some place no regular player would ever think to venture but it was a place which was fitting.

A forest.

Tall trees surrounded them, mossy rocks jutted out from the ground underfoot. The grass was lush and made satisfying noises when walked upon. The sky overhead was the purest blue. It was lonesome and beautiful here. Even if it was a fake forest.

They found each other in the middle of it and Earth was… visibly surprised to see him, Spectre could tell. Though, he very well may have been surprised to see any human. Let alone him, wearing his stark white uniform of the Knights of Hanoi.

Earth sized him and for a moment, Spectre thought he might flee. He had been warned that Earth was capable of making portals and disappearing through them but no such thing happened. Though Earth, floating at eye level, steeled himself, he didn’t run away.

Relief flooded Spectre’s veins as he met Earth’s hard, discerning gaze. Thick silence ensued as they waited for the other to make the first move. Spectre willed that it would be him but his mouth dried as his rehearsed introduction momentarily failed him.

In this pause, this stare down, Spectre faced Earth and briefly, he felt as though he were facing a mirror of himself. It was a stranger flicker but it was an intuition nonetheless. Of course Earth was going to be a reflection of him, he was the product of Spectre’s Hanoi Project.

He had duelled well. He had channelled his love of the natural world and his despising of humans. He held on tight to a sense of importance: that for the first time in all the years he had walked the Earth, at the grand age of six, he had reason to be. That he was important. That his boredom was alleviated and that a happy time had been delivered unto him, one that he had been chosen specifically for.

Earth was the culmination of all of that and more. All whilst he was his own being, with his own values and morals, history and memories, wants and needs, character and personality.

Spectre took a deep breath as he felt his eyes well up with tears. Why was he trying to cry? He was stopping himself as he sputtered out.

“Hello, my name is Spectre and,” he felt his tongue tie as he finished his well rehearsed speech with a fumble, “I’m yours.”

Earth bowed his head. He took it in stride, not knowing there was a mistake at all. He put his hands in front of him in a manner Spectre knew well: the fist to palm salute, it made his heart tremble.

“My name is Earth and it is good to finally meet you, I am yours as well.” Earth replied.

#writing tag #sweet and spicy bingo #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #spectre (vrains)#earth (vrains)#motherearthshipping #<- its a very gen fic though

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 1 year

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Can I get some webcam with bagginshield, pleeeease 😇

You absolutely can! I'm going to preface this by saying...someday I'll write smut without humor. But that day is not today. 🤣

Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin

Words: 1571

Warnings: Accidental Voyeurism, Blowjob, Anal Penetration

“Now we’re going to slowly add the flour. After all, we don’t want an explosion of powder in our workstation.”

“What are you cooking, good-looking?”

Bilbo sighed as two arms wrapped around his waist as he looked up at his webcam in disappointment. Now he was going to have to start all over. He turned his head just slightly to see his fiancé’s mischievous blue eyes.

“First off, you are a cheeseball. And secondly, you know better than to interrupt my shows!”

“Bilbo, you have like twenty followers and most of them are our friends and family. I love you, and I support your hobby, but I think they can wait a little bit on your next post. You’re not live, are you?”

Bilbo chuckled as Thorin furrowed his brow, worried for the first time about stepping into Bilbo’s shot.

“No, I was just recording for later. I’m sure I can edit it. Or more accurately, I can bribe one of our nephews to edit it.”

“Good.” Thorin determined as he spun Bilbo around to face him, his arms tightening on his waist. “Because I have been at work all day thinking about our little stint in the shower this morning in great detail.”

Bilbo bit his lip trying and failing to reign in the thrill racing through his being at the thought of continuing where they left off from earlier. His hands ran their way through Thorin’s long hair before coming to land around his neck.

“That must have made it so hard.” He murmured, kissing Thorin’s neck in apology.

“Unbearable.” Thorin growled in agreement.

“Whatever can I do to make it up to you?”

Thorin’s hands tightening on his waist was about his only warning before he was nearly bent backwards over the countertop being kissed within an inch of his life. It was about all Bilbo could do to hold on as Thorin assaulted his mouth, his palms sliding along his backside before settling on his inner thighs. There was a swoop of excitement heating his lower abdomen, and he could feel his cock starting to fill as it pressed against the crotch of his pants. As Thorin’s fingers dipped into the waistband of his jeans to relieve some pressure, Bilbo gasped against his lips.

“Here?” He panted, slightly scandalized.

“Why not? You keep the floor clean enough to eat off.” Thorin remarked.

“It’s quite unsanitary.” Bilbo pouted.

“Dirty, even.” Thorin agreed as he started sucking and licking the underside of Bilbo’s jaw.

A gasp escaped him as his body tensed like a wound spring in Thorin’s arms. He jerked, in need of something only to feel Thorin’s own clothed erection, grounding down on him in return. Bilbo groaned as he reached for Thorin’s belt.

“We don’t have anything here to…ease your way in.” He argued still in favor of getting their activities far away from his unmade cake batter.

“Don’t we?” Thorin raised an eyebrow reaching towards the butter.

Bilbo slapped him on the arm. “Not the butter, you brute!”

Thorin grinned wolfishly. “A brute, am I?”

That was Bilbo’s only warning before Thorin swept his legs out from underneath him, slowly lowering him to the ground. Bilbo was trying his hardest to pout even as Thorin undid his pants, allowing his cock to spring free.

“It’s cold on the tiles.” He gave one last complaint.

“I know just the thing to warm you up.”

After that, Thorin’s tongue wrapped around his dick, and Bilbo found he could care less about their location anymore. As long as Thorin didn’t stop doing that.

“More.” He groaned, arching his back up slowly so as not to choke him.

Thorin moved down almost to the hilt before hollowing out his cheeks and giving a nice, long suck. Bilbo’s bare toes curled into the linoleum as he fought down his release. Not yet, not yet. He tapped the back of Thorin’s head though in warning to get on with it. The man popping off with a rather wet slurp.

“If not the butter, what should I…?”

“The olive oil should be safe enough.” Bilbo answered without giving him time to finish.

Thorin used one hand to undo his own zipper while the other reached blindly for the olive oil. As soon as he latched onto it, he had it squirted onto his fingers and inserting them smoothly into Bilbo’s rear. He started slow, but thanks to their earlier activities, it really didn’t take much to loosen Bilbo back up. It felt like no time at all that Thorin was slicking up his own cock as Bilbo bent himself nearly in half to allow a smooth entry.

They were both panting and groaning as Thorin eased himself inside, and Bilbo curled his heels to rest on Thorin’s waist. Nothing felt better than having Thorin’s length filling him up, and then the man started to move.

“Yes, Thorin.” He moaned.

Thorin pressed forward, his oiled hands sliding under Bilbo’s shirt and over his ample stomach. He began to give quick pecks to any part of Bilbo’s skin he could reach, and Bilbo yelped as it changed the angle inside him.

“Okay?” Thorin asked.

Bilbo nodded as he reached for his own cock, needing the stimulant as Thorin rocked harder and faster into him. Nearing his own end, Thorin’s hand lay over his own, and it only took a couple of pumps before Bilbo was sputtering incoherently and spilling between them. Thorin thrusts became wilder against Bilbo’s tight hold as he finally gasped in relief and a wet warmth peppered Bilbo’s insides.

They lay there for a moment, panting as the height of pleasure slowly began to ebb away, and the smell of sex and sweat lay around them.

“I can’t believe we just did that in my kitchen.” Bilbo groaned.

Thorin just smiled, far too proud of himself.

“I did promise I was going to take you in every room twice before the wedding.”

“Well congrats. I have to throw out my cake batter, but at least you can cross this one off your list.”

Thorin kissed at the corners of his mouth, getting them to turn up into a smile against his will.

“I’m so sorry. Can I make it up to you with sex in the study?”

Bilbo laughed. “You’re incorrigible. And I expect dinner before anything else.”

“I’m fine with that.” Thorin agreed, giving Bilbo another lazy kiss.

It was as he lay there on the floor, his eyes closed with the sort of contentness that could only come from the afterglow of a good lay, that he became aware of a distant buzzing sound. Bilbo’s brows furrowed as he sat up a bit on his elbows.

“Is that your phone?”

Thorin sat up as well as he poked his head up to peek at the countertop.

“Yours I believe.” He answered before grabbing it.

His brows furrowed in confusion as he turned it for Bilbo to see.

“It’s Bofur, and it looks like he’s called like sixteen times already.”

Bilbo immediately sat up and grabbed the phone dialing him back.

“I hope everything is okay! Hello? Bofur?!”

“Bilbo! You’re live! You just made a live sex tape of you and Thorin going at it on the kitchen floor!”

Bilbo felt his face drain of color as his body went numb. Thorin, who could hear Bofur through the speaker, dived for the laptop.

“Not that we could see anything once he took you to the floor, but your webcam picks up sound REALLY well…”

Bilbo couldn’t listen anymore and hung up on his friend. He would find some way to apologize later, if he could ever get over the mortification of the moment. Thorin grimaced.

“Well your follower count increased well over a hundred so I guess that means that at least we’re pretty good?”

Bilbo covered his face and screamed. He was never going to live this down. His mother watched the show. Thorin’s sister, his cousin…oh for the love of everything good in the world please don’t let Prim have seen!

“Didn’t you say…?”

“I thought I had!” Bilbo wailed.

“Hey.” Thorin soothed, abandoning the laptop as he pulled Bilbo into an embrace.

He ran his hands through his curls, catching Bilbo’s tears with his thumbs.

“It’s okay. I’ve deleted the video. Give it a few days, it’ll blow over.”

“I can’t believe we just made a porno! I will not be able to look any of my family in the eyes again, and you can bet our so-called ‘friends’ are going to lord this over our heads for the rest of our lives.”

“Surely it won’t be that bad…”

There was a ‘ping’ that came with a new text message. Bilbo froze in Thorin’s arms as the other man slowly reached out for Bilbo’s phone.

“Sorry I tried to stop him, but Nori made a meme of ‘not the butter, you brute’ and it’s trending. Lol. Be smarter next time, idiots.” Thorin read deadpan before turning back to Bilbo with an apologetic expression. “So based on Dwalin’s message, maybe we should elope and change countries?”

Thorin had to keep Bilbo from maliciously destroying their rather expensive webcam, and it was a good thing he did. Eight weeks later it was used to video the happiest day of their life, and Bilbo found himself fortunate that Frerin only referenced butter the one time in his best man’s speech.

Stop me from getting a bingo. Next update is for the sweet bingo card on Monday.

#sweet and spicy bingo #the hobbit #bagginshield #spicy content #i think there was more shenanigans then sex there robyn #i hope you enjoyed anyways

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badassbutterfly1987 · 4 months

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prompt: coffee

Kell + Holland

#sweet and spicy bingo #shades of magic #fanfic #holland vosijk #kell maresh

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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Hair holds memories | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> When you come home your boyfriend has tried to cut his hair. But he needs your help to cut them properly.

Warnings -> (T) Slight mention of Bucky’s past trauma, fluff

Wordcount -> 1.2k

Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Bingo | Sweet & Spicy Bingo | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

"Buck?” You shout through the apartment of you and Bucky. You just come back from work and take off your jacket and shoes while you wait for Bucky's response.

With a confused gaze, you look around, but you can’t see him. You furrow your eyebrows and walk through the floor. You see his t-shirt on the ground, and you smile.

Maybe he is in the bedroom, waiting for you. He sometimes does that as a surprise, but when you see the door closed, you know he isn’t in the bedroom. Not waiting naked on the bed with that mischievous grin on his lips. But you know he is home, somewhere in your shared apartment.

You hear slow music from another room, and when you walk further to the bathroom, you hear the 40’s song your boyfriend loves the most, as well as him singing. He always listens to them when he can, and when you look through the door, you see him in front of the mirror. He slowly moves his body while he sings quietly, and you smile at him.

A gasp escapes your lips when you see his brown hair, which is definitely not the way it was in the morning. You knock against the door, and your boyfriend turns around, looking at you, and you see the scissors in his hand as well as a strand of his long brown hair.

“Hey, doll,” he says softly, and you chuckle. “I like when you sing,” you mumble and lean against the door frame. Bucky smiles shyly, and his cheeks have a slight red tone. There he is, the big man who gets red cheeks when someone compliments him. “Thank you. I mean, singing isn’t really my strong suit, but I just really enjoy it,” he says, placing the scissors on the counter next to the sink.

“You can sing very well,” you say, and you walk closer. He still holds the strand in his hand; it looks like he holds something important in his hand. “What did you do with your hair?” You ask softly and run your fingers through the messy, middle-length, brown hair of your boyfriend.

He loved his long hair; he was so proud of them because he was able to make different buns, and he always liked it when you played with his long hair. So you wonder why he just cut them. And he hasn’t cut them well; they are all different lengths, and it looks like a situational action by him.

“I cut my hair,” he mumbles, and he places his head against your shoulder. “I see, but why? You were so proud of your long hair,” you say, looking at his hair in your hand. “It’s just-“ Bucky sighs and leans back to look at you.

His blue eyes change from a bright blue into a cold, more sad one, and he looks like a lost puppy. You capture his face with your hands and press your lips softly on his. He wraps his arms around your body and presses you against him.

When you two look at each other again, he inhales deeply. “I saw those pictures; the newspaper showed them a while ago, and I found one of them, and they showed the winter soldier,” he says quietly.

Since Bucky is free from all the things Hydra did to him, he talks in the third person about the Winter Soldier. He doesn’t even dare say that he was it, and you'll understand why he talks that way about the assassin.

You let your fingers run through his hair and show him with a slight smile to continue talking. “I had all those pictures from Hydra, and- you know,” he whispers, looking down, ashamed of what he did while he was under the control of Hydra. “But it’s not your fault; you had no control when you were the winter soldier,” you say, and he nods, not really believing that.

He blames himself for everything; it starts with small things when he breaks something like a plate, but he also blames himself for everything he does as the winter soldier. “I love you, Buck. There is no reason to blame yourself. I don’t blame you, so you shouldn’t do it either. I love you because I know who you are and how sweet and gentle you are; that matters, not the winter soldier,” you tell him, and he nods softly. “But do you tell me why you told me about the newspaper and cut your hair? I think the newspaper has something to do with your hair cut.”

After a moment, he sighs. “Yes, do you know the video we saw a while ago? In the television,” he says, but you shake your head. You've watched a lot lately, so you don’t really know what he means. “Hair holds memories,” he tells you, and you immediately remember the video he is taking about.

“So when I saw the newspaper, I saw my long hair there. I immediately thought about the video, and I cut my hair. I love you and our memories, but my long hair reminds me of the winter soldier,” he explains, and you nod, looking at his hair again. “Is it ugly? Do you still love me? I can let my hair grow again when you prefer that,” he immediately adds, looking at you with a questioning gaze.

“You’re not ugly, Buck. You’re as beautiful as always. And when you think cutting your hair is what you want, then it’s oke. I still love you as much as before, and I will forever,” you whisper, and he sighs in relief. “But let me help you cut them so they are all the same length,” you say, and he walks back to the sink where the scissors lie.

You take it, and he kneels down in front of you. You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle softly. “You’re such a cute one,” you mumble more to yourself, and he smiles at your words.

When you finish his haircut, you take a step back, and he stands up, looking into the mirror with a growing smile. “That looks pretty good; thank you, doll,” he says and turns towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you against him.

“I love you, and it really means a lot that you helped me with my hair and that you’re always there for me,” he tells you before he remembers something. “I have something for you, a little present,” he whispers against your lips, kisses you, and lifts you up.

You reach for a shelf next to you and place the scissors there when he carries you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. “Bucky, where are we going? It’s not time to sleep yet,” you giggle, but he walks further into the room.

Then he places you in front of your bed, and you look at it. There are two cards for the cinema, and you recognize a picture of your favorite movie on them. Next to them is a small box with your favorite chocolate. You turn to your boyfriend, and he smirks at you. “Thank you so much, Buck. You’re the best,” you say, and he captures your face with his big but soft hands to press his lips passionately on yours, and your hands find their way into his now short but still fluffy brown hair.

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auxiliarydetective · 2 years

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Sweet & Spicy Bingo - Vicky/Newkirk: domesticity

Zoe stood at the stove, slowly stirring a small pot of punch. The smell filled the air and it was nice and warm near the flame. Everything was still rationed and so this was just a tiny bit of luxury. She felt her mind trailing off to wartime, like it had a habit of doing. She remembered the evenings she had spent in Barracks 2, the card games, the friendly banter and LeBeau’s cooking. Truth be told, sometimes she missed Stalag 13. Sometimes? Oftentimes, actually. Not for the place itself, but for the people. She kept in contact with her American, French and even German friends through letters, but it was far from the same, far from being in the same room.

Suddenly, she felt a set of hands on her waist and a kiss on her neck not a second later. She giggled quietly and brushed her fingers along those familiar hands, eventually intertwining them.

“After almost a decade, you still manage to sneak up on me without me noticing anything. Sneaky little thief…”

“Little, right… I’m eight inches taller than you.”

She turned around and gave Peter a proper kiss on the lips.

“How was the show?”, she asked as she turned back to her pot and filled the punch into two large mugs.

Meanwhile, Peter took off his coat. “Lovely”, he said. “Everythin’ went really well. The new assistant’s really great - Margaret’s ‘er name, a really charmin’ lady - but not as wonderful as you, darlin’.”

“I would hope so”, Zoe said with a content smile. “Who knows, maybe you’ve grown tired of me after all these years.”

“No, no, never”, Peter reassured her.

When she turned around, he was dangling a silver necklace from his hand, bearing that same smirk he had had safecracking and stealing back in Germany. With a sigh and a smile, Zoe put down the mugs on the table. Peter put the necklace around her neck, gently running his fingers across her skin as he did.

“You’ve got to stop stealing, Peter”, she said calmly. “I know you never will, I just figured it was my duty to remind you every once in a while. I know for a fact you taught William how to pickpocket and surely you will do the same for Bonnie once she’s old enough. It’s in your blood and you’ll pass it on to the next generations, no matter what I say, won’t you?”

“It’s in my nature to steal, you know that”, Peter replied. “Keeps things interesting. Speakin’ of interesting, I might not be ge’in’ bored, but I think you are. You’re tired of being Mrs Newkirk.”

“I chose to be”, Zoe said, letting Peter take her into his arms. “Our children deserve good parents that won’t leave them alone like your father did. That’s what you said when you found out I was pregnant. That’s why you didn’t go with the circus after all. You decided to stay and so did I.”

“But you miss being free to do whatever you like”, Peter concluded. “You miss being Vicky, a woman that could go where she liked and do whatever she wanted. There was nobody there to control you.”

“None of that was real, Peter.”

“It was real. If it wasn’t real, ‘ow did you an’ I meet? You’ve set your boundaries now, but that means you can also move them. Go out, ‘ave fun, do something that doesn’t ‘ave to do with our kids. They’re old enough.”

“Bonnie is five.”

“So? I was-”

“Your childhood should not be the norm, Peter Newkirk.”

“I know, love, I know”, Peter said, quickly placing a kiss on Zoe’s nose. “But you know what I mean, right?”

“I know. I love you, do you know that?”

“I don’t know if I know, can you remind me again?”

Zoe scoffed, but then she started showering him with kisses. Truth be told, she loved spoiling him, even if she was obliged to complain about it first. That was how it always had been and how she wished it would always be in the future. Really, she didn’t want her husband to stop stealing. She didn’t even mind him teaching it to their children. Because that was the Corporal Peter Newkirk she had met during her mission. Now, both of them were no longer in the army and both of them had returned to London, but some things would never change.

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lathalea · 1 year

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

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

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

Rating: G

Warnings: none

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

✨Soulmates✨

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, Yrsa had to stand her ground.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice save!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It depends,” Yrsa wrinkled her nose.

“On?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t!” Yrsa shook her head.

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

“No, he’s not, he’s… oh. Well.”

“I told you.”

“But his sister looks happy!”

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

“Well, you won’t puke!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“Yeah!”

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

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

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

Thorin, of course, complied.

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rookthorne · 3 months

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

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

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

― STUCKY ―

֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

TBR

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

— The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀

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

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼

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

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

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

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

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑨𝑺𝑺

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

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

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑾

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

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

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧

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

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

ʚɞ 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

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

ʚɞ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

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

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

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬

ʚɞ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲

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

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

ʚɞ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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

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

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

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

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

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑴𝑬

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

𝐓𝐁𝐑

ʚɞ 𝐓𝐁𝐑

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹

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

𝐓𝐁𝐑

Card by @sweetspicybingo

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 5 months

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Sweet and Spicy Masterlist

Totally forgot to post this one! This is my masterlist for the @sweetspicybingo !

Squares under the cut

Gingerbread house

Snow day

Bad Santa (2003)

Holiday Party

The Santa Clause

A Christmas Carol

Holiday Shopping

Krampus

Fairy Lights

#sweetspicywinter #sweet and spicy bingo #winter

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boldlyqueertastic · 3 months

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“such a good boy, darling” AOS McSpirk

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

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

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

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

Sweatheart Bingo fill for: sweet talk, taste me

McSpirk bingo fill for: sore throat, bound, encouraging, magenta, mask off, Sulu accidentally sees, fear, nightmares

@sweetspicybingo @mcspirkevents

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merryfortune · 3 months

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i want to marry that girl (marry her anyway)

Written for Femslash February & the Sweetheart Bingo by @sweetspicybingo

Day 3. Marry Me

Title: i want to marry that girl (marry her anyway)

Ship: Postureshipping | Asuka/Emi

Word Count:

Universe: GX - Canon Compliant

Rating: 1,844

Tags: Age Difference, Student/Teacher Relationship, One-Sided Relationship, Unrequited Pining

Asuka understood that her teachers were humans like anyone else better than most of her peers did.

A strange statement yes but not intended as an indictment on her friends and acquaintances. Their senses of empathy were just not yet as evolved as hers and thus still revolved around egocentric adolescence. They were getting better, though, Asuka had merely arrived at the destination first.

Not intended as a brag. Merely a statement. An observation.

She saw how hard her teachers worked for them, even when they spat in their faces, slept during class, or otherwise rabble roused in or outside of the classroom. It was admirable.

Perhaps Chancellor Samejima detected that in Asuka - that admiration - and that was what had spurred him to reach out to her and advise her. He was a teacher with a scope so enormous, Asuka could hardly begin to describe his wisdom and so, she listened intently.

She had the whole world at her feet.

She would graduate soon and be welcome to step out into that big, wide world. Its size was terrifying. Asuka was but a speck in it and had no idea what to do with herself. She didn’t crave victory like Ryo nor did she have the stars aligned like Judai, she didn’t need to have the world chanting her name like Manjoume or Edo and so, she found herself at a loss.

Of course, Asuka had good grades across the board but aside from Duel Monsters, she didn’t have a specific passion for literature, mathematics, or science. However, it was that broadness which made her ideal for a teaching position.

Cynical as it may, those who can’t, did in fact teach.

Just look at Ayukawa Emi.

She was the quintessential definition of the adage. Ayukawa-sensei had mentioned here and there. She had turned down modelling positions and acting in advertisements to teach because she felt that her brains were more her calling than her beauty. Asuka didn’t disagree, Ayukawa-sensei was her favourite and she wouldn’t appreciate her for her if she only knew her as “that lady in that one yoghourt” advertisement.

Asuka had seen the extra mile Ayukawa-sensei went for the ladies dorm of Obelisk Blue firsthand.

When Asuka first arrived on Duel Academy Island, she felt clueless and naive but when she saw Ayukawa-sensei with her clipboard, that confusion turned to security. Her bright smile was so welcoming, she pointed Asuka in every direction she needed and more.

(A couple years later, Asuka would find herself echoing those exact words to her own underclassmen, thinking of her teacher with a flutter in her heart.)

And afterwards, whenever Asuka had a worry - no matter how small, if it was school related or in regards to her social life - she always had a trusted ally in Ayukawa-sensei. She had literally seen it all. Thanks to her own high school experiences but what she had learned in the life after high school because yes, friendly reminder, it did in fact exist.

She hosted ice-cream socials and slumber parties. She made sure everyone did exercises best suited to their body type or their goals. She was serious and no-nonsense when it came down to the hammer but outside of that, she was a joy to be around with a fun sense of humour.

Asuka had a whole scrapbook of memories to reminisce through when it came to Ayukawa Emi.

Most good but some bad, too. Like with the early part of the ordeal involving Yubel.

The silver lining in that particular situation was that Ayukawa-sensei’s heart of gold truly got to shine because of it. Her wide range of medical knowledge had been a huge difference maker when the school had gotten stranded in the Spirit World. She had done well to hold down the fort and patch up injuries until she literally couldn’t under Yubel’s influence.

But afterwards, even though it wasn’t her fault, she had literally been possessed, Ayukawa-sensei still apologised for her actions. She didn’t assume her heroics from before made up for the hurt she had caused as one of the mobbed, zombie-like members of the cohort in the fugue state under Yubel’s influence. She didn’t have to do that but it was important to her integrity that she did. Asuka respected that.

She always had, of course.

It was these moments that Asuka held onto as she decided to solidify her life’s path. She wanted to be a teacher like her beloved Ayukawa Emi. Nurse, physician, physical education instruction, dorm leader. She really, truly was everything and she did it all with that gorgeous smile, too.

No wonder Asuka had watched her from the students’ pews in the lecture hall long enough for purely mentoral admiration to turn into a crush.

It was hard saying goodbye… but Asuka didn’t want to. Or at least not like she was meant to.

For the past three years, Asuka had found herself contending with a rather inappropriate crush. She would be the first to admit it but only to herself. Because of all those things like the age gap and the power imbalance, Asuka was terrified to talk openly about it.

She mentioned it in passing to her brother, vying to be told to knock it off yet wanting to be validated by the same token. It was confusing and contradictory because that’s what matters of the heart tended to be like. And, annoyingly, Fubuki did consider himself to be a “love doctor”. Whatever that meant.

So, for better or for worse, he knew more about these sorts of things than her but he encouraged it. Likely only because he only knew about the lesbian aspect of it. He probably wouldn’t be so gungho about encouraging her if he knew that the girl that Asuka had her eyes on wasn’t a girl but rather a woman.

Either way, Fubuki did remind Asuka, she did have a box of costume jewellery in her room. Odds and ends, knicks and knacks that had been collected over the years from various female family members. Though, she wasn’t much of a jewellery person, maybe her mystery lover was.

Looking through that box, after Fubuki left, Asuka did find something. It wasn’t satisfactory but maybe it would be good enough. It was only costume jewellery to people whose families weren’t so endowed with wealth like theirs were.

Something to think about and Asuka did way too much of it. She wrote scripts and speeches in her head. She mulled over the pros and cons. All of it leading to the realistic outcome that confessing might rid Asuka of these feelings.

So now, at the culmination of these past three years with her crush, Asuka decided to act on it.

“Ayukawa-sensei, can I speak with you?” Asuka asked. “One last time before I graduate. I… I have something I need to get off my chest.”

Ayukawa-sensei flashed her one of her trademark, beauty queen smiles, “Of course, Asuka, anytime.”

“Thank you.” Asuka said.

“Oh and Asuka?”

“Yes.”

“Please, call me Emi. You aren’t going to be my student for much longer.”

She giggled impishly and reluctantly, Asuka adjusted. She had been reminded once or twice before, this was Ayukawa-sensei- no, Emi’s way of trying to instil that Asuka, and her third year peers, were going to be adults soon. And so, she wanted to elevate them.

Regardless, Ayukawa-sensei or Emi, Asuka felt her heart tremble in her chest. They excused themselves from the rest of the dorm, Emi took her somewhere private: the dorm office. It doubled as a guidance counsellor's because duh. That was a part of Emi’s duties as Ayukawa-sensei’s, too. Not just for the Obelisk Blue Dorm but for anyone who needed it.

“Do you want to sit down?” Emi asked, gesturing to the chair on the student’s side of the desk: a heavy, four-legged thing which made Asuka all too aware of the imbalance between them.

“No, I’m right, it should only be quick.” Asuka said.

“Oh, okay, then.” Emi said and she awkwardly hovered by the corner of her desk. She had clearly been expecting a sit-down conversation.

But with the nerves Asuka felt, her own legs felt wooden. Her heart raced in her chest and as Asuka gathered her thoughts, she must have taken too long. Her silence turned into a pregnant pause.

“Whenever you're ready, I’m listening.” Emi added softly.

Asuka placed her hand on it, her fingers curled in against the grain as she took a deep breath. She lifted her head and her hand in one swift motion. Her eyes gleamed with determination.

“I want you to wait for me.” Asuka announced and in a quick motion, she took Emi’s hands. They were baby soft and smelled vaguely of cucumber-melon lotion. Asuka gave them a firm squeeze as she looked Emi directly in the eyes. “I want to marry you.”

“P-Pardon?” Emi exclaimed.

Her eyes… How they looked, how they wavered, the way Emi was stricken with panic ever so quickly, it broke Asuka’s heart. She loosened up her grip on Emi but did not fully let go.

“I want to be a teacher like you. I want us to be teachers together, one day, but I want to wait for you as well. I - I have had feelings for you for so long so please. Will you give me a chance?” Asuka asked.

“I - I can’t, Tenjoin-kun-”

The switch from her name to her family name, it wounded Asuka. It was a salient reminder. She was not special. She had merely misunderstood. Those moments one-on-one they had shared prior, they had meant the world to Asuka but here merely one of many to Ayukawa-sensei.

“Please, Emi.” Asuka tried once more, her heart fit to her break as her eyes welled up with tears. “I even have a ring.”

Ayukawa-sensei pulled her hands away from within Asuka’s. She could feel Ayukawa-sensei’s skin crawl within the milliseconds long sensation of the rejection.

And the hesitation.

“I can’t stop you from waiting.” she said. “But I won’t wait for you.”

“I… I see, thank you, Ayukawa-sensei.” Asuka said and she stood back.

Emi collapsed into her chair. Seemingly thankful to be away from Asuka but she hid the majority of her face in the seat of her palm. She sighed hard. Thoughtful. Maybe even hateful. Either hateful or shameful.

Asuka produced that ring she had mentioned. It was silver with a bead of glass which so closely resembled a garnet it could have been mistaken as such.

“I’ll keep it.” Asuka said, alleviating some of the tension. She fiddled with it awkwardly, trying to shove it down the correct finger with haste.

“Become a good teacher, Tenjoin-kun.” Emi said, taking her hand off her mouth.

“I will try my best.” Asuka confirmed and she bowed. “Thank you for hearing me out, Ayukawa-sensei.” With her hands placed in front of her, her ring gleamed against the blue of her schoolgirl skirt, up until her hair flopped forward to hide both it and her face.

#i want to marry that girl (marry her anyway)#femslash #sweet and spicy bingo #writing tag #clover and violets #clover and violets 2024 #postureshipping #yugioh #gx #femslash february #femslash february 2024 #long post #age difference cw #i bet this was not the ship people were imagining when i made my post earlier

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For the Sweet and Spice Bingo: cooking together with Bofur and Bilbo please? <3

First off Lathalea, I'M SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK! Not to sound too much like a fanfic writer, but my health has taken a bit of a hit this month...on top of various natural disasters. 🤣

But this was something different for me and I do appreciate the challenge! 😊 I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Bilbo x Bofur

Words: 928

Warnings: mentions to canon character deaths (but literally just in passing, this is actually a fairly fluffy fic)

“Now Bilbo, you should know I’m not anywhere close to as good a cook as my brother.” Bofur explained as he let the hobbit drag him along.

“Well I suppose it’s rather a good thing that I do know what I’m doing.” Bilbo remarked wryly. “I just need someone handy with a knife to dice for me, and you seem to fit the bill well enough.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughed.

The truth was Bofur was rather excited to get to spend some time with Bilbo. He had taken the Durins’ deaths just so hard, not that any of the rest of them were any better. Bofur was more than happy to be the one to put a smile back on the hobbit’s face. Without any more complaints, Bilbo had Bofur shoved into his small kitchenette, halfing cherries and other assorted berries.

“What is it that we’re making here again?” He asked as his knife slid smoothly through the blackberries.

“This is my Mam’s magic berry tarts.” Bilbo explained as he rolled out the dough.

“And what’s magic about it?” Bofur teased.

Bilbo gave a sort of breathless laugh, before his smile turned bitter.

“She always used to pull them out and let me help make them any time I was upset. Slipped down the Hill and scraped my knee? Magic berry tarts. It’s a rainy day with nothing to do? Magic berry tarts. Theo Brandybuck turning down my flower? Magic berry tarts. Somehow the process of making them helped me forget about whatever was on my mind.”

“And what exactly am I helping to distract you from?” Bofur asked softly.

Bofur half-expected to see Bilbo’s expression turn sour, but the little hobbit merely gave a sigh and a considering look.

“Spring is almost upon us. I’ve been thinking about the Shire more and more with each passing day.”

It was a rather innocent statement, but one that caught Bofur off-guard all the same. He should have been expecting it. They had all wondered what Bilbo's plans would be, especially after he declined Gandalf’s invitation to travel with him after the grizzly battle that named Dain king rather than the one they followed.

“And you’re thinking of…going back?” Bofur asked carefully as he placed the cut berries in the bowl next to Bilbo’s elbow.

“I’m not sure.” Bilbo admitted as he directed Bofur to cut his dough into squares. “There are many reasons to leave, only one really left on why I should stay. But I dare say it’s a worthwhile reason.”

Bofur slowed down on cutting the dough as he observed Bilbo. His attempts to keep from making eye contact. The blush that carried all the way up to his pointy little ears. Bofur felt like he had been stabbed in the stomach, but he forced a teasing grin anyways.

“Oh! So someone has caught our illustrious burglar’s eye then! Well out with it. Is it Nori? Is it that bloke from the Iron Hills who you’ve been talking to about pipeweed? There’s no shame a-course! He’s a fine lad with a rather lovely beard…”

Bilbo’s brows furrowed together as he shook his head, pausing in folding in the berries.

“No, how did you…? Ahem. No, it’s not Nori. And it’s not Durlik.”

Silence settled between them at the confirmation that there was someone in the mountain Bilbo was being sweet on. Bofur cut the last square, wiping his hands off on his pants when he was done.

“There now! Well then, if that’s all I should probably go. I think Bif was waiting for me down in his workshop after all. But I will happily accept some of these delicious magic tarts when you’re finished baking them!”

“WAIT!” Bilbo cried out, reaching out for Bofur’s sleeve.

The dwarf froze as the hobbit stood there. Wide-eyed. Almost shocked by his own actions.

“I, uh…” Bilbo coughed as he began to fidget in place. “That is to say…part of the magic of magic berry tarts…is that you make them with someone you care for.”

Bilbo looked up at him from under his lashes as his formed fists bounced against the side of his thighs. Bofur stared at him blankly. Well of course, that’s what being a friend was…oh. Oh. He wasn’t quite certain what look was on his face as he figured it out, but he could tell Bilbo knew as the perceptive hobbit’s mouth quirked into a quick weak smirk.

“You know…” Bofur began, his voice unusually hoarse. “I would think if your only reason for not going back to the Shire was because of a single person…well that’d be a mighty silly reason.”

Bilbo’s entire expression drooped as his eyes turned straight down to his furry little toes. Bofur had to put his hand under his chin to get him to look back at him.

“After all, I’m a rich dwarf now. I could plant roots just about anywhere I want to, I reckon. Also I’m not afraid to tell you that I’ve never met him, but Theo Brandybuck sounds like an idiot. Anyone would be lucky to accept a flower from Bilbo Baggins, this dwarf included.”

Outwardly, Bilbo didn’t seem to react much beyond a soft sigh and a twitching nose. However, his soft hazel eyes were practically brimming with emotions.

“Well then.” Bilbo breathed. “I guess that’s that then. See? I told you. Magic berry tarts.”

Bofur laughed as he pulled Bilbo in for a hug, not feeling quite brave enough to kiss him. Luckily, bravery was not a trait the hobbit was short on.

#sweet and spicy bingo #the hobbit #boffins #magic berry tarts make everything better

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