#Moonlight SY-3

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Cover to Part Two of the Asahi Sonorama for Destroy All Monsters (1968).

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II Most Wanted Pt. 3: Drivin’ you crazy...

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup" (w/ Betty Bronco)

Summary: Sy tells his story and you tell yours. And all of that pent up feeling has to go somewhere, right?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, fluff. Mentions of teenage pregnancy, cheating, deception, divorce, breakups., self-destructive behaviors, fighting, promiscuity, mentally abusive relationships, miscarriage. Army life. Old automobiles, a 20 year high school reunion, a drive-in, red meat and french fries, dirty talk, voice kink, mentions of masturbation, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), grown ppl getting NASTY in the back of a car, graphic depictions of sex acts.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the third installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my cold dead writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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Previous part

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You let Sy’s arm go and settled in for the ride once you got to State Route 405. The window was down and you were making waves in the wind, just like you used to do all those years ago. 

Sy looked over at you and felt something that he couldn’t name at that moment, and the feeling intensified when you reached up and pulled your hair out of the chignon, letting it go wild in the wind. 

He didn’t know he made a sound in his throat as he admired how you looked in the moonlight. You looked back over at him, hair whipping around your face; gorgeous.

“What?”

He realized that he was grateful that you agreed to come with him at all. He said something instead of what he was feeling.

“You hungry?”

You looked out to the highway and smiled at the road.

“Looks like you already know the answer to that.”

Sy nodded at you, a slight smile on his lips. He felt the familiar rhythm of you two falling back in sync. Didn’t seem like two decades at all. 

“Just checking.”

After a comfortably silent ten minute ride, you pulled up at Cardin’s Drive-Thru, an institution in your town. You grinned at Sy.

“The world is your oyster, order anything you want.”

He waved his hand toward the menu on his side of the car and you giggled at the familiar phrase. You scooted closer to him on the bench seat. 

“Sorry. I wear glasses now. Didn’t bring them.”

Sy didn’t know why the image of you in glasses got him hard. You glanced at him as you leaned over him to look at the menu to see if it had changed. He took in your breasts as you gave him a view of your cleavage as you leaned over his lap. Lord, give him strength.

“No worries at all, Buttercup.”

His voice was gruff and you felt his breath on your face as you closed your eyes and took a whiff of burgers and fries and Sy.

Sy was practicing all of his restraint as you stayed close to him to look at the menu.

“I want…”

That voice did something to Sy, and he had to shift in his seat. You and that damn cute look of curiosity didn’t help the situation in his pants either. 

“I want… a Smokey Burger and a chocolate shake please!” 

You were as happy as a clam.

“Y’know. I’ve had dreams about Cardin’s burgers, especially since I stopped eating red meat two years ago. But you know what, tonight seems to be all about “Fuck It!” 

Sy raised his eyebrow at you.

“You just ordered a burger with double patties and bacon.”

“Yep,” You popped the p. “I know.” 

You grinned at him and he shook his head.

“Still living dangerously, I see.”

You raised your chin.

“I’m still living,” you replied.

An understanding passed between you.

“Amen.”

Sy stretched his long arm out of the window to press the button and order, and you were staring at his forearms again. Don’t be such a slut, you thought.

“Yes, we need a Smokey Burger, a chocolate shake, a Huge Burger, no onions, and an extra large Frenchy fries, with a large Dr. Enuf.”

He smirked at you after the order was confirmed.

“It’s a given that you would come for my Frenchy fries.”

Sy gave you a short history about the ownership of the legendary drive-in, and how the new owners were long time residents who vowed to restore its former glory, including the world famous Frenchy fries.

“Well, Cardin’s fries are legendary, but I have to be careful. ‘M not the same size I used to be.”

You smoothed your dress down as much as you could while seated. Sy followed the path of your hands on your body and licked his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You look damn good to me.”

Sy arched his eyebrow at you and you laughed nervously.

“I’m dead serious. You look even better than I remember, Buttercup. You were always so pretty.”

You were quiet as you looked into his eyes. He was being sincere.

“Sy, that’s sweet.”

He moved toward you, getting into your space. You couldn’t breathe, and your primal brain was kicking in.

“If you only knew what thoughts I’m thinkin, Buttercup. You wouldn’t call me, “sweet.”

 His eyes ran over your body posessively. 

“You are still the finest woman I’ve ever seen.”

You were locked in, ready to ask him what he was thinking and let him ruin your life all over again. You parted your lips to lick them and speak when you heard the metal of the drive-in tray connect with the open window behind Sy and your focus shifted as Sy moved away.

“Got your food here!”

Sy ran his hand through his short curls. He looked annoyed. At the interruption, his hair, maybe both?

“Haven’t had my hair this long in a while. Growing it out.”

You reached out and arranged an errant curl.

“Looks good on you, Sy.”

He just grinned and then turned to get the food. 

Once the food was in the car and paid for, he asked, “Wanna take this up to the Lookout?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Only so we can tailgate and talk and stretch our legs. And look at the view.”

He smiled that rogueish smile at you. Some things never change, you thought with a smile. You sipped your shake, which was still really too thick to drink, and nodded.

“What the hell. You only live once, right?”

“Ya damn right, Buttercup.”

— 

You sat eating Sy’s Frenchy fries under the star light as country music played and Sy looked at you thoughtfully, Beyonce playing in the background.

Il tuo fedel

Sospira ognor

Cessa, crudel

Tanto rigor

Ooh

Ooh

“You ready?”

You hopped off the liftgate and stood in front of him, prepared to hear his story.

“Let’s go.”

Sy took a deep breath as you waited and listened. 

“Well, the fact is, you told me so.”

“What do you mean?”

“You asked me if I was sure that the baby was mine. Then I got mad and that made things worse. And that was the last time you spoke to me.”

“Yeah.”

“And after you broke up with me, rightly so in that situation, I decided to be there for my family. Becca and I got married at the courthouse before the baby came, and I enlisted in order to have an income and health insurance for the baby.”

Your heart clenched.

“I shipped out right after little Jeremiah was born.”

There was a wistful smile on Sy’s face that warmed your heart.

“Becca stayed with her parents while I was on tour, and for two years we were apart. It was hard bein’ away, and Becca and I didn’t have the best relationship, but I was set to make it work for our kid, ya’ know?”

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less, Sy.”

He looked at you long and hard.

“Becca broke the news to me when I came back. The baby was Jeremy’s, but he didn’t want to accept responsibility at the time, and she knew I would.”

“What?”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“Jeremy Atkins. Your best friend Jeremy?”

“Unhhunh.”

Sy looked as hurt as if it just happened.

“I am so sorry Sy.”

“It was a helluva blow. And I was so angry. At myself for believing the lie, you know? For getting attached to the idea of being a parent.”

Your heart broke for Sy. You moved closer to him.

“I was so self destructive. Got into fights with everyone at every bar within a 50 mile radius. Then, I went right back to Afghanistan, acting as if each one was a suicide mission.”

Sy’s voice lowered.

“Came home in another two years and screwed up the courage to ask Bubbles about you. She told me you were engaged to…”

“Scott. Yeah…”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, but Sy lifted your chin with his fingers, causing you to look him in the eyes.

“And you know what? Thinking that you were happy calmed me down a little. I was proud of you for getting your degree and moving on, so I decided to do the same. Went to college, mostly on line, and then Officer’s Training School, joined Special Forces. Went back to the front and became a leader. Immersed myself in the cause while keeping perspective of my role in it. But a couple of years ago I got injured,”

He saw the look on your face.

“It’s my back. I’m mostly fine. But it allowed me to retire early.”

Sy looked around at the view, the twinkling lights of the town.

“I started a business with a partner, and I volunteered to be the offensive line coach for the high school in my spare time. I even got to coach Jeremiah his senior year. He’s turned out to be a good kid.”

He looked at you, and time seemed to melt away. He was the same Sy you fell in love with 20 years ago. But with so much more wisdom. 

“I live a good life, Buttercup. Don’t feel sorry for me.”

You moved to sit beside him again on the tailgate. You were silent as you tried to think of what to say.

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I’m sorry this happened to you. I forgive you for what I held against you. Sy? D’you forgive me?”

You needed his answer like air.

“Nothing to forgive, Buttercup. Like I said. I can’t complain about my life.”

You looked up at Sy who was looking up at the stars with a wry smile on his face. You looked up, too. He looked back down at your profile.

“What about you? How has your life been?”

You took a deep breath, contemplating that question and the stars. You decided to tell him everything. Well, almost everything.

“I was angry too, Sy. You know that. Angry that all my well laid plans were turned to dust in a moment. When I went to college across the state, I decided to stop caring so much. So, I fucked everyone in sight.”

Sy winced. You chuckled.

“I calmed down in a couple of years and met Scott. He seemed so steady? He was in law school, and his father was a partner in a big firm. He said that I didn’t have to finish my degree; I could just go home with him to New York City, have a couple of babies and be a society wife. Seemed like a good idea, so I did. I left just two semesters shy of having my degree in architecture.” 

You shook your head at your gullibility.

“My mom was elated, thinking I’d hit the jackpot.”

You got up again and started pacing, hands wrapped around yourself as you thought back to that time in your life.

“It was not good. Two miscarriages, 3 mistresses, and 8 years later, I finally found the courage to leave with Carla when she came to visit. I vowed never to go back to that headspace again.”

Sy stood up then, fists closed at his side and his jaw clenched.

“I didn’t know. I asked about you, but neither Bubbles nor Blossom told me that. I would have come for you, Buttercup.”

You smiled at him. 

“They knew better than to say a word to you. Seven years ago I didn’t want anyone to know. And I didn’t need rescuing. I rescued myself.”  

You smiled again and Sy just wanted to hold you.

“Went back to school and finished my degree. Lived life on my own terms.”

You looked him in the eye again.

“So yeah, I guess I have a pretty good life, too.”

“I’m glad, Buttercup.”

Sy sat down again and your eyes moved down the length of him. Why did brown dress shoes get you so hot? You had a problem.

“You sharing this good life with anyone?”

Sy’s voice made you nervous all of a sudden. You looked at your hands.

“Not at the moment, no. I’m single.”

Sy seemed to let out a breath. 

“Me, too, been single ever since I retired.”

You didn’t know what to say. 

“Oh.”

Sy stood up and walked in front of you. You were still looking at his shoes.

“Ya know, I’ve only felt like I’ve been in love once, no. Twice in my life.”

“Hmmm.”

You were afraid of this conversation and you couldn’t fully participate. 

“Please look at me Buttercup.”

You did as he asked. His eyes were burning right through you.

“The first time I felt that was 20 years ago, with you. And the second…”

Sy moved toward you and took your hands in his.

“Hell, we’ve wasted enough time, Buttercup. The truth is,when I saw you tonight I realized that I’m still in love with you now.”

—-

The wind was knocked out of you. How were you supposed to respond?

“Sy, I- I can’t survive another hurt. My heart is in pieces.”

“I know, Buttercup. But I promised you that I will love you until the day I die. I meant that shit. I still mean it.”

He moved closer, and he slotted himself between your thighs. His hands went to your hips and he pulled you close.

“Won’t you let me make it up to you? These last 20 years?”

You continued to look into his eyes as you considered his request. You put your hands on his chest as you made your decision.

“No, Sy. I can’t let you do that.”

He looked hurt and his eyes were cast down as his cheeks dusted pink. He thought he blew it. Then you spoke again.

“The past is the past. It’s done. We can try and work on today. And tomorrow. One day at a time. I’d like to try with you.”

Sy’s brow furrowed, but his face softened as he realized what you were saying. He gave you a soft smile.

“Fair enough, Buttercup. Let’s work on today. And tomorrow. I’ll give you some time.”

You thought about how Sy was always a gentleman with you, never pushing you to do anything you didn’t want to do, always putting your needs first. Well, you needed him now.

Your hands were fisting his shirt now, pulling apart so that you could see his dog tags against his chest hair, and that image sent you feral. You pulled him toward you. Sy sucked in a breath as you left a soft kiss on his lips, his beard tickling your cheeks. He seemed frozen as you pulled away. 

“Mmmhm.”

Sy grunted in his throat and his hands came up to your waist. His cock was swelling and he felt on the edge of control. 

“I wanna kiss you again, Buttercup. And not in a ‘sweet’ way.”

“Do it, Sy. We’re grown now.” 

You were breathless at the emotion and lust in his voice. 

Sy moved his hand to the back of your neck and you shivered as he carded his fingers at the back of your scalp, tugging on your curls to make you look up at him.

“‘M not sure you are ready for all that I want, Buttercup.”

And his mouth descended on yours, his thumb came around and ticked your jaw open for him to invade your senses with himself. He kissed you like he owned you, and his hands ended up on both sides of your head as you moaned your way through the kiss. He pulled away, looked at your lips, then went back in to kiss you again.

“Ya got my mind runnin’ baby. Those lips. Fuck. I’m down bad.”

Sy’s cock was hard and aching, and his hands were on your body: those thighs, that ass as he pulled you closer to him. Then he stopped and leaned away, searching your face. Your eyes were dilated and those lips were parted.

Holy fuck, was he a goner.

You whimpered and pulled him closer, your hands going to his ass as he kissed you again. He was laughing at you as he pulled away this time.

“Look who’s getting spicy no-”

Sy stopped talking when you ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. You were disappointed when you saw the tank he was wearing underneath.

“Sorry Sy. I ruined your shirt. I don’t know what came over me.”

You looked up at him under your lashes and he couldn’t tell if you were being facetious or not. You toyed with his dog tags, imagining them waving in your face as... Shit. What were you doing?

Sy stepped back and pulled the shirt off, and pulled the tank out of his pants, then came back to you immediately, hands moving up your thighs, pushing your short dress up even further.

“I know what came over you. Same thing’s that’s been possessing me for years, Buttercup.”

Sy leaned down to capture your eyes and you were stuck. You were locked in on him as he proceeded to destroy your sou.

“You’ve been drivin’ me crazy for years, running around my mind as I did a lot of things. Thought of you when I was training, eating, doing things around the house. When I was in-country and alone in my tent at night. When I…”

Sy stopped and licked his lips as his hands reached the tops of your thighs, long fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. You squirmed in his grip.

“Shit, Buttercup, do you ever think of me when you touch yourself?”

You were mute, mouth open to breathe, and Sy knew you were in the zone. 

“Cause I sure as hell do. Do you know how often I’ve imagined you wrapped around me when it was just my hand?”

Sy whispered it in your ear, but pulled back to see your reaction, which was wide-eyed lust. You licked your lips and nodded, ready to hear more. 

“Time and space is nothin’ to fight this powerful magic that is the thought of you, Darlin’. I imagine you, imagining me while you touch your pretty little pussy, circling your little clit with your delicious wetness. I dream of you getting off because of me, just like I cum so fucking hard just thinking of you. Every time.”

Sy watched your eyes close and your chest heave as you tried to regulate. He continued with his seduction.

“...But I know it’s nothing like the real thing.”

Your own fingers ventured below his undershirt, finding thick abdominal muscles there, and a dense happy trail. His stomach clenched in response to your touch.

“Mmmm. Can I touch you too, Buttercup? Are these panties soaked? Can I check to make sure?”

You were nodding as your hands went up his pecs, grabbing them, your fingers ghosting over his nipples. Sy moved his hands at a glacial pace it seemed, because you wanted him instantly where you needed him most. 

He found your sodden center over the gusset of your panties and you pressed into his light touch. He groaned as he started rubbing up and down your clothed seam and pressing the now sticky material into you. You leaned forward and started licking and sucking the veins that popped up on his neck. He moaned.

‘You got me so far gone, baby. I wanna…’’

He grabbed the side of your panties and you whimpered with need.

“Just say the word, and I’ll stop. But right now I can’t help myself. Need to feel you, touch you, taste you.”

“Don’t stop, Sy. Been waiting so long.”

Sy put his forehead against yours, breath huffing in time with yours. You again asked for what you wanted.

“Sy. I need you. Need to feel y-”

Your words caught in your throat as Sy pulled your panties to the side and sunk his fingers into your wetness. The obscene slosh of you made Sy pulse in his pants. He trailed up and down your cut, shaking his head and clenching his jaw.

“Why?” 

He looked up at you as if you had wounded him, blue eyes blazing.

“Why are you so fucking…so fucking wet? How do you expect for me t-to f-f fuck! T’ function when…?”

The stutter did you in.

“‘S’all you, Sy. Got wet when I first saw you t’night…”

Sy pulled his fingers out and tasted them, moaning, then growling, and then took a hold of your waist and practically threw you in the back of the truck. He leaned over the gate, pulled your thighs apart, then tore your panties off, causing you to squeal.

“You’re so fucking pretty. Gotta taste you, Buttercup. Can’t believe it’ll be my first time.”

“Go for it.”

You winked and smiled at him, but the look was wiped from your face as he dove into your crease, tongue licking a rude stripe from the bottom to the top of you. You put your hand over your mouth as you moaned.

Sy looked up at you, offended.

“Don’t keep your sounds from me, baby. Need to hear the real thing instead of my imagination.”

He went back to work kissing your clit, then sucking it into his mouth with increasing intensity. The slight burn from his beard was delicious. You got a grip of his hair as he manhandled your thighs, keeping you in place as you writhed and arched beneath him. He moaned against you while talking to your pussy. 

“So fucking good for me.” 

“Taste like a jar o’ spicy honey...”

“Hmmm. Beard’s all soaked now. That’s my girl.”

“Gettin’ even wetter for me, that’s what I like. Gimme.”

“I love this pretty little pussy.”

His proclamations were punctuated by kisses, licks, and sucks and finally, he pushed one thick finger into you as you called his name. The cunilingus, penetration, and praise had you teetering on the precipice.

“Syyyyyy!”

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Damn, you’re so fucking hot and so godamn tight. Dream about giving you my cock, but I don’t know if you can take it…”

He knew he had you as he leaned back down to suck your clit like taffy candy again. You watched him and moaned. Then he added another finger. You stiffened. Then he crooked his fingers, telling you to come to him, and you did. And all over his face.

Sy took off his tank and wiped his face with it, then unbuckled his pants and fisted his cock, crawling in the back of the truck with you.

“Don’t have any condoms, just let me… just let me rub one out…so fucking hard for you Buttercup.”

Sy was so far gone, his mind was mush.

“C’mere, Baby…”

You reached for him as he shuffled near you on his knees and started stroking, admiring the large mushroom cap of his cock glistening from pre-cum in the starlight. You fell in love with the way his length curved into the curls on his abs, and the way his breath hitched as your hand tried to close around him. You pressed your nose into his belly to inhale his scent, careful not to stop what your hand was doing. 

It was your turn to pleasure him.

“I do think about you, Sy. I imagine deep throating you while you play in my pussy. Makes me cum so hard against my little bullet.”

You pressed a kiss near his belly button as his cock jerked in your hand and his abs clenched. His hand went to your hair. You could tell that he wanted to move your mouth to his dick, but that he was holding back. You lifted your hand, jacking him faster as you kissed his balls, which were so tight against him.

“Wan’ you to cum all over my stomach, my tits…”

Sy groped your chest, searching for and then twisting your taught nipple when he found it. He was outright panting as you talked him through it.

“.... my ass, my lips, Sy…”

His groan was louder now and his knees were shaking as you licked a stripe up the underside of him, pausing, to purse your lips and gloss them in the clear fluid at his tip. You gazed up at him as you stuck your tongue out and kitten licked him.

“Truth is, I’m a slut for you. Fuck my face Sy,”

“Shhhhhitttttttt….!”

Sy grabbed your head and used your mouth while you concentrating on taking his thick length and breathing. 

“You’re a slut, hunh? My slut?”

You nodded as best you could, only to have your eyes roll as he pushed down your throat.

“Dream about swallowing my cum? D’ya? Like a good girl?”

“Ummhnnghhh!”

There were tears rolling down your face and saliva dripping down your chin.

“So fucking pretty swallowing my cock. Fuck….here it… fucking… comes….. Fuckkkk!”

Sy roared as his dick pulsed cum directly down your throat and you received it, letting your jaw go slack. Sy groaned as he pulled out and stroked the last of his spend on your outstretched tongue.

“So fucking nasty, Buttercup, who woulda thought?”

He beamed at you as you showed him his handiwork. He closed your mouth and you swallowed before he pulled you in for a filthy kiss. He cleaned your face with his tank top, straightened your clothes and his, and then pulled you to him.

“That was…”

You were hoarse, and you laughed. Sy laughed with you.

“That was hot.”

“Yeah. It was great.”

“I love you, Buttercup.”

There was silence on your end. You shivered as you thought about what was holding you back.

Sy didn’t want any awkwardness. He kept it moving.

“It’s getting chilly out.” 

He climbed out of the back of the truck and picked up his shirt, flicking any dust off of it and put it on you. Then, he put his tank top back on.

“Sy! That’s… Dirty.”

You blushed as you thought of your fluids all over it.

Sy lifted it and smelled it, then grinned back up at you.

“Yeah, smells like your pussy. Don’t think I’ll ever wash it.”

“Jacob Syverson!”

You swatted at his chest.

“Don’t act all shy on me now, not after what we just did, Buttercup.” 

He lead you back around to the passenger seat again and buckled you in. You bit your lip wondering what came next. Was this really happening? 

In a few minutes you were back at your car. The parking lot was empty except for your rental. Sy jumped out and opened your door. When you were back in your car, he leaned through the window and kissed your lips. 

“You’re here until Monday, yeah?”

It was Friday night. There was a weekend of activities for the reunion planned.

“Yeah. I’ll be at the cookout tomorrow, and church and brunch on Sunday. And I have a job interview Monday morning.”

Sy raised his eyebrow at that last bit, but didn’t ask for an explanation.

“Can I see you tomorrow night? Dinner?”

“Okay.”

Why were you so breathless?

Sy was anxious at letting you go.

“I’ll follow you to your air bnb. Just to make sure everything’s safe.”

You smirked at him. 

“Alright.”

Sy followed you to your old neighborhood, which now seemed to be gentrified, got out and checked out the house. Then, you walked him back to the front door. He leaned on the door frame and towered above you.

“G’night, Buttercup."

He licked those sinful lips of his.

"Sweet dreams.”

He leaned down and kissed you and then straightened up, eyes on you hungrily. He was driving you crazy, looking like a sex god. You thought about the amount of time you had left and you made a decision. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the house.

“Get your fine ass in here, Sy. I’m not done with you tonight.”

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Hello Heathens!

Like some smut with your darkness? Or maybe just something fun and dirty with your favorite character?

I may just have what you're looking for.

Below the cut I have compiled all the fics I currently have published that have all the spooky and sexy vibes. (Even those that are part of a series or chaptered work)

Happy Reading Heathens!

Moonlight and Fang

OC Selene (can be read as reader) x Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Sy, Ari Levinson and Bucky Barnes.

LUNATIC Ch 3

Avengers x Reader "Nyx" Story. This Chapter is Natasha x Reader x Bucky. Bucky x Reader x Steve. With special guests August x Reader x Walter.

Affinity Series: We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes

ABO Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand

Dark Mafia story that is incomplete. Avengers x Reader "Jinx"

Affinity Series: Hearts Are Wild Creatures, That's Why Our Ribs Are Cages...

ABO Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

This Is No Dream, This Is Really Happening...

Nomad!Steve x Reader

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Moonlight & Fang Ch. 6

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Bucky

You could say my life has been nothing more than a series of unfortunate events. Hard to believe I’m sure as I was born into Royalty. Prince James Buchanan Barnes III. Bucky to my friends and family. 

I unfortunately don’t remember much of my time spent within the castle. What I do remember is how fiercely my mother loved me. It drove my father mad. Said she was spoiling me and I would never become a strong King if she kept coddling me so. But she didn’t care.

It was on the eve of my 11th birthday that my misfortune began. I had snuck out of the castle with my best friend Steven. We were only just exploring the woods and practicing our fighting skills with fallen branches, like any boys would do. When a group of bandits happened upon us.

They had us surrounded. No doubt knowing exactly who they had come across. I managed to distract them enough for Stevie to get away. His mother needed him and I would be beside myself if anything happened to my best friend. 

I fought with everything I had in my small body. It just wasn’t enough and the bandits made away with me into the night.

Not before leaving a parting gift for my fathers guards to find. My left arm. Complete with my family crest signet ring. I can only assume that they presumed I was dead. It was of no matter at the time as the bandits loaded me onto a cart and traveled as far away from the kingdom of Brook Lain as they could get.

As we moved about the forest, the leader of the group, Rumlow, decided that taking my arm was not enough. He had the bright idea to soak what was left of my arm in the blood of an Alpha wolf, from a long bloodline, who he had recently slain. 

When the enhanced blood entered my bloodstream, I got violently sick and I could feel things within my body begin to change. When the full moon rose 3 nights later, those new changes took full effect as I shifted into a wolf for the first time. 

A white wolf, with all four legs attached. When I awoke in my human form the next morning I was no longer missing my left arm. In its place was a fully formed one, covered in black markings that resembled the moon and stars. 

Even though I was now this supernatural being, the bandits kept me imprisoned for years to come. Using my abilities for their gain. 

That is how we ended up here in the cursed woods. The people of the village nearby, claim that a wolf terrorizes these woods. Killing anyone who steps foot within it. Protecting the Hag who calls it home. Only a few have lived to tell the tale of the Crimson Wolf. All too young to truly have done any harm in their lives.

Rumlow offered to kill the wolf and rid the village of its menace. For a price of course. They agreed to his terms. His plan was to force me to shift and set me on the trail of the crimson wolf. All while keeping me on a leash. He wanted me to kill the creature that was only protecting its home.

We set off deep into the woods, where they beat me until my wolf took over and I shifted. They quickly collared me with silver, but we refused to move. Our defiance was met with silver tipped daggers being slashed across our skin. Nothing deep enough to kill, but they will leave a lasting scar. Plus I can’t heal from them as quickly as I would any other wound.

Never the less the pain was excruciating. All I could do was lift my head and howl in pain, as they kept sticking their blades in me. Coating my white fur red.

Selene

My wolf had been pacing inside my head all morning long. Something had her agitated. I couldn’t keep still and kept fidgeting. My erratic behavior did not go unnoticed.

“Everything okay there Sel?” Sy asks. A look of concern, furrowing his brow.

“Something feels off. My wolf. She just won’t stop pacing. Keeps mumbling ‘Need to get outside. Need to run.’ Over and over.”

“Alright. Then let’s get outside.” He simply states. “Me, you and Ari can shift, so that you’re not alone and your wolf can calm down. How’s that sound?”

My wolf yips in my head. Happy with her mate's suggestion. “Sounds like she agrees.”

“Hey stabby boy. I know you’re hiding in here somewhere and heard everything. Meet us outside.” Sy says loudly into the room.

For some reason, I felt inclined to double check that the spare room attached to my apothecary is clean and ready.

Finding that it is in fact, fully stocked, complete with fresh sheets on the bed. I make my way out into the garden. Where Sy is standing next to a smiling Ari. Both clad in only a light pair of trousers.

I slip out of my dress and shift on the porch. I bark and take off at a run for the woods, knowing my mates will shift and soon be on my heels. 

I allow my wolf to guide me through the trees. She clearly knows where she is heading and I am just along for the ride. That is until I hear the cries of a wolf howling in pain.

We slow our speed. Needing to be stealthy as we approach where the howls are emanating from. We watch in horror as a group of humans torture a restrained and defenseless White Wolf.

All three of our hackles raise as they plunge the silver tipped dagger into the wolf’s right flank. It is taking everything within me not to growl and make our presence known right now. But we need the element of surprise, if we are to save the poor creature.

Unleashing a symphony of snarls and growls, we emerge from the shadows and engage the malevolent bandits that surround the tormented white wolf. A clash between life and darkness ensues, the woods calling for sacrifice.

Fangs bared, claws slashing through the air, I become a tempest of raw power and primal fury.

The sunlight dances upon the clearing, illuminating a chaotic battle scene, as crimson droplets splatter the ground in a macabre dance.

A surge of strength can be felt between our bond. We are meant to be here. We overpower our adversaries. With each thunderous paw strike, the bandits crumble, their reign of terror coming to a brutal end, as our jaws clamp down on the throats of the vile tormentors. 

The clash of steel against fang resounds, echoing the victory of righteousness over wickedness. 

The white wolf gazes at us with gratitude and reverence in their eyes, as the bandits lay defeated. 

I quickly shift and make my way over to the wolf. Making sure to be slow in my approach so as to not scare them off. I need to get a look at the damage those assholes did. But before I can do that I need to remove this horrid silver chain and collar from around their neck.

As gently as possible, I remove the collar and chain. My skin burns during the contact but not enough to do any real damage to me, thanks to my hybrid status. I throw the damn thing to the side and without even having to be called, Othello and his conspiracy, spirit it away on the wind.

I won’t be able to get a good enough look out here in the forest. I need to be in my apothecary where I can assess and heal without worry of more of those evil humans happening upon us.

“Sy. Baby I need you to shift and carry them back to the house for me.” He shifts without second thought and carefully scoops the creature up into his arms. Soothing them as they whine from the pain.

“Ari and I will follow in wolf form for added protection. There is no telling how many more of them are out there in my woods.” I give him a kiss and shift back. 

There is something about this wolf that has mine paying close attention. Hopefully we will soon find out why.

Bucky

Flashes of silver tipped daggers plunging into to my flesh. Wicked smiles adorn the faces of my torturers. Laughter filling the air as they find pleasure in my pain.

It’s the same nightmare as always. That is until a trio of wolves appears and rips into my captures. So much blood. So much violence. My tormentors falling one by one.

I am weak. Ready to give into the pain and finally be free. 

In the blink of an eye a woman stands in the clearing. Naked flesh covered in blood. A wolf. She was one of the wolves.

She approaches me. There is sadness and rage in her eyes. She removes the collar from neck and throws it away. I hear feathers in the distance.

Her amber eyes scan my body. Then she speaks to the wolves behind her. One shifts and turns into a very large man. He approaches me with the same kindness and gently lifts me into his arms.

She says something to him and then shifts back into a wolf. We being to move and I lose my battle with consciousness.

I fly awake. Shooting straight up into a sitting position.

"Shh shh. It's ok. You're safe here. Your captures have been handled. Their fates were determined by my fangs. Their hearts were eaten to fill my packs' bellies. Never again shall you suffer at the hands of another." The woman from my dream speaks.

Was it a dream? 

"Who are you?" I ask. Voice hoarse from misuse. 

"After all that I just told you, my name is the thing you wish most to know?" She responds.

"I watched you shift. I unknowingly smelled you well before that. I know you’ve seen my wolf. But I am sure you can scent the wolf in me as well. I saw with my own eyes my tormentor's destruction. So please. What is the name of the beautiful wolf who saved me."

"Selene."

"The goddess?"

"No. Just in name only. Though I do have a connection to the triple goddesses. So I guess you're not too far off. Anyway, does anything hurt? You were badly injured when we found you and brought you home. Most of it was bruises and cuts, which I tended to with my tinctures and salves."

"Tinctures and Salves? Are you a witch as well as a wolf?"

She nods her head yes.

"These woods are cursed by a hag. You can't be serious that the hag of the woods is also a wolf and saved me."

"These woods were cursed by a hag. But I am not her. That vile being would be my mother. And I took care of her years ago."

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Then how are the woods still cursed?" 

"Funny you should ask that. The goddesses informed me of a prophecy. You see, in order to restore balance to his land and undo all the harm my mother bestowed upon it. I would need to claim the 5 mates the stars had destined for me. Each would make its way to me and be tested. After which I must claim them."

"And how is that going?" I let my curiosity get the best of me. Well, more like I let her honeyed scent drive me to know more.

"My pack is currently me and my 4 mates. It has been a great while since the last time I took a claim."

"Hence the curse remaining."

"Indeed." She notices my eyes beginning to droop. I am still so tired. "Rest now sweet wolf. Allow your body to heal. Take however long you need. You are safe here."

"Bucky." I manage to whisper.

"What was that?" She asks.

"Bucky. Call me Bucky."

"Bucky." Her face lights up with a smile. "Now rest, white wolf. My healing magic works best while you sleep."

I close my eyes and let myself fall into a peaceful slumber.

As I heal in this room, I can’t help listening to the inner workings of this pack. It seems as if there is no head Alpha. No male is fighting for a place at the top. They bicker and tease each other but from what I can tell they have built some sort of brotherhood. All centered around her.

Selene.

I may not have much exposure or experience with women. Being that I was captive for so long. But I have never seen anyone like her.

Yes physically, she is the epitome of beauty. All curves and soft skin. A body most likely built for sin. Not to mention a scent that calms my wolf like no other. He has never been so peaceful inside my head before.

For as vicious and ruthless as I have seen her be. She is the most loyal, loving creature I have had the fortune of being in the presence of. When I spoke of how I came to be with the bandits, I saw as well as felt the rage and hurt in her eyes. A sense of understanding, all too well, what it feels like to be that helpless. That is when I learned how truly cruel her mother was.

She sings a lot when she's happy or working on her healing potions. Her voice as alluring as a siren's call. She’s always in a dress. Lots of black and red. I am fond of the flowy ones with the bell sleeves and high slit up the high myself. 

I am envious of the bond she shares with her mates. With my perceptive hearing, I catch everything. I knew that Sy was the one who carried me through the woods to the manor. I now know that Ari is the other wolf that helped save me that day. I met Dean and Jax after my first few days here. I was in and out of sleep so much they didn't want to overwhelm me.

I know that Jax and Ari, like Selene, are born wolves. While Dean and Sy, like myself, were turned. They were bitten, while mine was just as painful if not more traumatic. Every man has treated me with kindness and a respect I feel I am not owed.

Most often, I overhear them having sex. Even though on a couple occasions they’ve tried to be quiet. Arguments turn into makeup sex with Ari a lot. Jax and Sy can't get enough of her and will happily take her together. Dean switches it up. Firing her up to punish him and then turning around and taking control.

It’s a dynamic I wish I could be a part of. My wolf and I have fallen for the gorgeous creature that is Selene. Though I have been too afraid to voice it, as she already has 4 strong mates. How could I be number five when I am so broken?

Today has been extra tortuous. She has been in her apothecary, the room adjoined to the one I have been staying in, all morning. Her scent has been extra mouth watering and my wolf just won’t settle. I am faring, no better myself when s he walks into the room, bearing fresh linens, that most certainly smell like her. She sits beside me on the bed and I can't take it anymore. I lean forward and kiss her.

Selene

“Oh thank the Gods, you finally came to your senses and made a move.” I blurt out as soon as he removes his lips from mine. The kiss was chaste, but I have been craving him since the moment his scent, no longer acrid with fear, hit my nose.

“What? You knew we were drawn to you?” He asks. A look of bewilderment on his handsome face.

“How do you think we found you in our woods? It’s the pull my dear sweet Bucky. You’re our missing knot to tie the strings of fate together and complete the foretold prophecy.” I declare.

“But I am not worthy enough to be your final mate. I couldn’t even save myself.” He whispers.

“You were but a child when you were captured. You did what you needed to, to survive and make it to me where I could set you free. Now let me complete your destiny please. I ache for you so.”

“I know not what I am doing. I have never willingly done this before.” He confesses.

Rage begins to coil in my chest. “Are you telling me that they forced themselves upon you?” I growl.

“Only once I reached my teens and they thought it was funny to make the wenches they procured from the brothels in the towns we visited and brought back to the camp to watch me shift to a wolf. Then back and make them sleep with me while they all watched. It was entertainment for them.”

“Oh you poor thing. If I could, I would bring them back to life so that I may torture them one by one. Making them beg for the sweet release of death that I kept them from for hurting the one destined for me. I would 1000 times over. Be sure of that.” I tell him with conviction. 

“For now allow me to show you the true pleasures of the flesh and remove those tainted memories from your mind. Let me replace them with our bond and the beautiful future it shall bring.” I plead.

He places his forehead against mine. “Please. I crave to be yours.”

He renders me incapable of responding by capturing my lips with his own. Pouring the love that he spoke of into every caress of his tongue.

I let him control the pace. His hands roaming my curves. Sneaking his thick digits under the silk of my dress, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He begins to remove the garment, taking care not to rip it. If only some of my other mates were so kind.

Placing a hand on my lower back, he slowly pulls the fabric over my head. I raise my arms in aid. Grazing my fingertips across the beard that has grown along his jaw when he places my dress to the side.

As always, I have nothing underneath my dress, too bothered to deal with undergarments. He trails his hands down my flesh in reverence. Tracing fingertips along each scar and stretch mark. My skin may be soft and supple, but it is a map of the life I have experienced. Down to the worse bits. Reminders of what I went through and why I am thankful for every breath.

Leaning back on his haunches, he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off. His lust filled crystal blue eyes focused on me draped over his bed sheets. “So fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands up your legs, settling them on my hips.

Leaning forward, he ghosts kisses along my thighs and lower belly before continuing on. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing first one and then the other nipple with his tongue, ending each with a deep suction.

The slow exploration continues, driving my need for him higher. I can feel the slick beginning to pool on the sheets below me. 

He stops his trek at my mound. Hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from my folds. He looks up at me for permission to continue. “Please”, is all I manage to whimper out.

He sticks out his tongue and circles my sensitive little bundle of nerves. Pulling a moan right out of my throat. Taking his time to slowly torture me. Learning the wants and needs of my body with each arch of my back, and pull of his longer locks that my fingers become intertwined in. 

I can feel the natural confidence increasing in him. He surprises me when he thrusts his tongue inside my aching center. The thick muscle massaging my silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to. 

“Fuck! Bucky your tongue feels so good inside me baby.” My hands anchor themselves deeper in his hair, so that I may just enjoy the ride. But that doesn't seem enough for him. It’s as if he wants me to be a desperate, begging mess, before he gives in and allows me to come apart for him.

Pulling his tongue out, he swirls it along my folds. Seeking out every drop of slick that weeps from my cunt. Moving the appendage upward to lightly circle figure eight patterns on my clit, bringing me right to the edge. So close to falling over that cliff into utter bliss before the bastard pulls away.

“ No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” I sit up, reaching out for his face, wanting to drag him back to my pulsing center.

He scoots off the bed. “The first time you ever come for me is going to be while my cock is deep inside you and your writhing on my knot .” He unlaces his trousers, drawing my eyes down to his hands working on divesting himself of the last of his garments.

I am hypnotized by his movements. Mouth watering as I wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants drop to the floor. 

“My, oh my what a glorious thick cock you have there.” I whisper out, licking my suddenly dry lips.

Bucky

They way her pupils dilate, reducing the beautiful amber to slivers, as she gazes upon my cock for the first time, is like a magic all its own. I can feel the abused pieces of me begin to heal. Replacing them with that look of love and desire in her eyes.

Following my instincts, I step back onto the bed and in between her spread thighs. Her slick dampened folds practically glitter in the sunlight reflecting through the stained glass windows. 

I place my hardened cock between her cleft. My sensitive tip bumping against her engorged little button. She squirms and whimpers. Clearly wanting me to be inside of her already. My wolf can sense that halted orgasm from my tongue, inching its way back to the surface every time my hot length grazes her bundle of nerves.

My massive thighs push her legs further apart as I give my turgid length a couple of slow strokes. I tease the thick head of my member along her folds once more. Coating myself in your essence. 

She locks eyes with me. “ Please ,” she whimpers.

Leaning forward, I raise her hands above her head on the mattress and interlock my fingers in hers. Placing a kiss to her lips, I push forward and enter the warmth of her cunt. Splitting her open on my generous girth. Pulling my hips back, I give her no time to adjust, as I begin to grind my hips down on hers with every thrust. 

Foreheads pressed together, we’re completely lost in this carnal dance of love and devotion. The room fills with the sounds of our passion. A symphony of moans and groans, accompanied with the sound of slick flesh meeting slick flesh. 

“Nothing has ever felt as good as your pussy squeezing me so tightly. I need you to come for me, Selene. Come around my cock. I’m not going to last much longer and I need to know what it feels like when you let go for me.” I groan out between deep thrusts.

Selene

It’s like his words have a direct link to my clit and with another well placed swivel of his hips I feel myself lose control as my orgasm takes over. A rainbow of colors flash behind my eyes and the world sounds as if I'm underwater. 

Everything comes back into focus just as Bucky is reaching his own climax. Knot triggered by the tightening of my walls. He buries himself deep inside me, locking us in place. He bares his fangs and bites down on my collarbone, the opposite side of Dean’s claim. As he paints my womb white with rope after rope of his seed. 

Something deep within me is telling me to grab his left arm. The one with all the beautiful black and gray markings. I turn my head slightly to the right where the large bicep of his left arm sits. Without wanting to disturb him while laying his own claim on my heart. I reach forward and pull the flexed muscle toward me and proceed to bite down. Lavishing as my mouth fills with the coppery sweet tang of my mates blood. Claiming him as he has claimed me.

Completing this bond feels different. Another orgasm rockets through my body as a rainbow of stars detonate behind my eyes. It must be doing the same for him. I can feel his knot twitch against my walls, as he fills me once more.

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into me. I writhed beneath him, back arching off the mattress, pressing his fangs deeper into my skin as my own do the same to his bicep. With reluctance, I remove them. Licking the wound before going limp and laying in a state of bonelessness. 

Panting, he too removes his fangs. Licking the claim and leaving a gentle kiss on the mark his teeth left behind. I lift his head, run my fingers through his dark tresses and kiss his nose.

Catching his breath, he covers my face in sweet kisses as we both come back down to earth.

We stayed locked together. My pussy warming his cock, as we both let our fingertips roam along the other's skin. Allowing ourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction our relationship has taken.

This was more than just another mating. We completed the circle. 

What happens next, none of us expected. The prophecy, having now been fulfilled, produces a magic that surges through the bond all 6 of us hold. Slipping us into a deep slumber. 

Until we awaken days later to a new energy coursing through the woods. 

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Oh wow, i'm not sure how long this has sat in my inbox as i'm shit at checking it, but thank you for sending it.

I art I create is fanfic. Writing has always been a passion for me, and since finding fanfiction almost a decade ago i've had a creative outlet for the fantasy scenarios i'd play in my head. I also have a love of all things Supernatural (as in Spooky, not the show), with Vampires and Werewolves top of my favourite lore. So the stories i am most proud of are the ones that build their own little world with supernatural elements in. I've got 3 series 'started' and have well meaning intentions to continue them at some point, hopefully 2023 is the year where i can finally put aside one day a week for writing.

First up is my Blackwater Lake series. It centres around a town in the Rocky Mountains, and each one of Henry's characters is a different 'creature'.: Werewolf!Sy: Moonlight on the Sand  Castle Under The Stars. 

Werewolf!Sy, Vampire!Walter:Chapter 1

Vampire!Walter:Chapter 2

August/Wood Nymph Girlfriend: Chapter 3

Shapeshifter Geralt:Chapter 4

Werewolf!Sy -Hair of the Dog

Then we have more of a vampire-lore story; The Watcher series:

The Watcher- Vampire Sherlock

The Watched- Vampire Sherlock x Reader x Vampire Geralt of Rivia

Always Watching - Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid Geralt x Succubus Reader

And finally the start of a reverse harem/ABO/Werewolf Moon series:

By The Waning Crescent Moon - Werewolf Alpha Sy x Omega Reader

It pains me that i haven't been able to update any of these recently, even though i re-read them myself many times to keep myself in the loop with the stories. Like i said, 2023 is going to be spooky year for stories.

I'd like to tag @littlefreya @bolontiku @poledancingdinos @kittenofdoomage and @peachyvulpixie as amazing creators i'd love to see their self love stories for their art.

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The dinosaur-turned-monster is back and in rare form! Let’s see, where am I at with Godzilla– in 2023? My favorite is the 1968 Destroy All Monsters (directed by Ishirô Honda and Jun Fukuda and written by Ishirô Honda and Takeshi Kimura), probably because of the Rocketship (Moonlight SY-3) and futuristic bend. I also love every movie based on Mechagodzilla. After a while, the entire franchise…

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[chernobog13]

DESTROY ALL MONSTERS (1968)

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Changelog 3

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THE LONG AWAITED F/O LIST AND THEIR RESPECTIVE TAGS <3 Fine w/sharing btw <3

COLLECTIVELY - Its raining f/os

Platonic:

Jeff The Killer - Jeffy boi

Mr. Plant - Murderous intent

Argos - Ocular Gardener

Golispod - my favorite bug

Lacey - she deserves better

Pie (MFN) - Bitty Bab

Oracle - Overprotective Toaster

Prophet - Eye Priest

Catnap - Sleepy kitty

Frank frankly - Butterflies

Eddie dear - mail call

Grimcutty - Meme man

Romantic:

Hank J Wimbleton - Mute murder

Cancer Lord - Violent Illness Royalty

Sunny Day Jack - Moonlight

Deimos - Hackerman

Peter/YB - Obsession much?

John Doe - Repeat offender (Lovingly)

Alan Orion - Axe slinging hasher

Ren - Strawberry Twinkie

Tord - Cigar Commie

Gabriel - Winged bastard

Karl Heisenberg - Magnet daddy

Lord Viren - Mage daddy

Ethan Winters - Mold Twink

Joe Baker - Joe Baker for smash

Slappy the Dummy - Who you callin dummy dummy

Strade - Real red room hours

Lawrence Oleander - Gardener of decay

Jak Harasi - Weed man supremacy

Bo - the goodest boy

Mason Herial - survival of the thiccest

Spamton G. Spamton - The biggest shot

Glitchy Red - glitchy manz

Grey - Bootlegger

Steven/S!3v3n - Strangle me plz

Bob Vesleb - whats the beef

Frank - serial heartnapper

Angry boy Pedro - Don't talk me angy

Euthanasia Rabbit - missed again

Vtan - rage quit

Wally Darling - The most

Fliqpy - Flipped out

Flippy - War torn

Pop - Papa bear

Disco bear - Disco disco party hardy

Banban - party hats

PAL!Percy - Yandere machine

Norman (Mfn) - him

Noir [Unfriendly Norman] (Mfn) - edgy him

George (Mfn) - cab fare

Tax [Unfriendly George] (Mfn) - hickeys for hookie

Gordon J. O'Brian - tired handyman

Dennis (MFN) - Kaiju Brother

Tab/Dave Ruy (Orin Ayo/Breakthrough) - negative balls

Mario.exe - exe has stopped working

MX - VERY LARGE

Mr. Sys/S&S - unbeatable

Francis Mosses - Save a cow milk the milkman

Mr. Puzzles - Where are your subtitles

Vox - Trust us

Kinitopet/kinito - just a lil guy

Howdy Pillar - love bug

Twiddlefinger - Nugget killer

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[dreams-your-smp]

WAGH YAY IM GLAD SHINELOVE :DDD

i slept very cozily hehe -w- i have a nest in my tent internally sys wise :O

im good !! imma be letting other headmates fromt until three though but i cant wait until three !! ^w^

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:DDD!!

ooooo!! that sounds so comfy!!

im glad your good moonlight! Alright!!!! if anh of them want to talk here they can :33

see you at/around 3 beloved <3

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, July 13

ANYA: How can I help? WILLOW: Uh, distract him from Buffy. Uh, piss him off. ANYA: I don't know how. WILLOW: Anya, I have faith in you. There is no one you cannot piss off.

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

On Injuries (Buffy,Willow, G) by number1sillyguy

sonnet 18 (Giles/Jenny, not rated) by americanpie

Even Sunnydale Wasn't This Strange (Buffy, Howard the Duck xover, G) by Fablemaker

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What Happens In Quarantine..., Chapter 22/24 (Buffy/Spike, E) by bewildered

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Volume X, Chapter 26/27 (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure xover, T) by arcanedreamer

Aegis, Chapter 9/? (Xander, DCU xover, T) by dogbertcarroll, Narsil

Bloody Hell: A Hellmouthian Dissertation, Chapter 10/? (Buffy/Giles, The Big Bang Theory xover, M) by HuonParticlesAreHarmless

Harry's Next Great Adventure in Sunnydale, Chapter 15/? (Willow/Harry Potter, Buffy/Dawn, HP xover, M) by Khatix

Highlands and Tropical Islands, Chapter 13/14 (Buffy/Faith, M) by QuillBard

Home Movies, Chapter 5/25 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cawthraven

Blue Recall, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by VoronaFiernan, hydranjenna

Tale as Old as Time, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

School of Hard Knocks, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Melme1325

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Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 34 (Buffy/Spike, R) by slaymesoftly

Love Lives Here, Chapter 86 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Some You Lose, Chapter 18 (Buffy, Stargate xover, FR13) by lyapunov

I Do!, Chapter 32 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

Tale as Old as Time, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

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I wanted to get back into Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and I figured I should give the comics a go. by darewitchstr

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rewatching some early s3 Buffy for the first time in way too long and Buffy x Willow isn’t one of my top ships by morocorra

if i made a fuffy playlist it would be exclusively songs they might dance to at the bronze by lesbianmarrow

Fun Facts by MoonLight SY-3, multiple posters

What are things character don't get enough credit for? by The Whirlwind

What's your favorite season? by The Whirlwind

What do you think Wesley told the others when he went to get Faith? by Other_Thing_2551

What episode do you think was the hardest concept to execute? by Ok_Area9367

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What age were you when you started perceiving Giles as less professional elder, more handsome peer? by KlsYo7

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Blackwater Lake - Hair Of The Dog - Werewolf Sy Drabble

Series Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

Chapter Summary: The lust hangover after a full moon and Sy forgets his tools, coming home and finding you innocently bent over the kitchen sink... turns out a little of what ails you does you wonders.

Characters/Pairing:  Werewolf Captain Syverson x Wife Female Reader

Warnings (for this chapter); NSFW, 18+, Kitchen Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Established Relationship, Being interrupted mid fuck.

Previous Parts (in order):

Werewolf!Sy: Moonlight on the Sand  Castle Under The Stars. Werewolf!Sy, Vampire!Walter: Chapter 1 Vampire!Walter: Chapter 2 August/Wood Nymph Girlfriend: Chapter 3 Shapeshifter Geralt: Chapter 4

This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters. The ‘reader’ for each story will be a ‘new’ reader, so its not the same woman being with all the male characters.

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Hair Of The Dog

Juggling the keys in your hand, you tried your best not to make any noise, not wanting to wake Luna who was grouchily sleeping in her car seat. Finally opening the door you didn’t bother moving her from her seat, knowing her nap would probably only last for another 30 minutes at most, and you would rather she sleep to give you a chance to clear up the breakfast aftermath.

As Mondays went it had been one of the most chaotic ever; the first day after the end of a full moon which meant Sy was tired and grouchy, he’d hoped to take the day off but he and Walter’s construction business had a last minute job fixing up the new cafe in Blackwater Lake that was opening for the summer season. In addition to that it was Mikey’s first day of preschool, and although he knew all the kids and you’d been for two ‘settling in’ sessions the previous week, there were tears when he realised you weren’t staying and he had clung to your leg until one of the helpers had spotted you and come to help. You knew he would have a good time and once he realised there were so many more toys there than there were at home he wouldn’t want to leave.

Quietly setting about making a new pot of coffee as you unloaded the dishwasher before restacking it with the breakfast mess, you didn’t hear the screen door open or the person enter. You were stretched over the kitchen sink as you watered the herbs on the windowsill when you felt a strong pair of hands on your hips and someone press to your behind, letting out a shriek as you spun around only to be confronted by the giant smirk on your husbands face;

“Sy!” you playfully slapped his chest; “You scared me!”

“Sorry Darlin”

“What are you doing back?”

“Forgot my spirit level, was using it in Mikey’s room to put up his train pictures last week… plus we needed more coffee and were passing…”

He gave you a squeeze before disappearing to find his forgotten tools whilst you sighed and filled two large travel mugs with the entire contents of the coffee pot, knowing you’d have to wait another 10 minutes for your own cup as you refilled the machine.

Getting back to watering the herb plants you heard Sy approaching this time;

“Oh thanks Darlin”

He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you flush with his chest;

“Mmmm” he growled in your ear; “Seeing you bent over like that… s’been a while since we had the house to ourselves…”

Leaning back against his chest you smiled. He was right, since Mikey had gotten bigger and Luna had arrived there hadn’t been much time for just the two of you, apart from the monthly moon runs. Sy had been busy with the business, and in the last few weeks you’d built up a new friendship with Freya now that she was expecting a baby with August; helping her out and sorting through the things Luna had grown out of to pass on for their winter arrival.

Having your husband nuzzling at your neck was turning you to putty and your panties were growing increasingly wet. 

You heard Sy inhale deeply, his hands quickly moving to your summer dress;

“Good god woman, i can smell your sweet scent already, getting all turned on for me”

He pushed against your ass and you could feel his dick already hard in his shorts, and at that point any reasonable or respectable thoughts left your mind. Dropping the things you had in your hands you quickly helped him to bundle the skirts up as he unbuttoned his shorts, shaking his ass to let them and his underwear fall down to his ankles as a large palm pushed against your shoulder blades and bent you over the sink. He tugged your panties to the side and you felt the blunt tip of his cock push through your folds. With a grunt he thrust in, filling you completely as he held there for a moment whilst you trembled around him, adjusting to his size.

There was a moment of silence, of anticipation, before Sy gripped your hips and started to fuck into your soft body with the firey fury of a werewolf hungover from being moon drunk. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, and as he filled you with his thick girth you had to stifle the moans and yelps of pleasure as he filled you so beautifully. His fingers on your hips held you in place, yet you knew it would bruise, a reminder to rekindle the same passion later that night once the kids were asleep;

“Sy please” you whined; “Almost there… so fucking good…”

“That’s it Darlin, squeezing me so tight, gonna fill you up with a nice big load… gonna feel me dripping out o’ya all day…”

“Sy, shut up and fuck me harder…”

“Sure thing Darlin’”

He quickly hooked his hand around your inner thigh and pulled that leg up until your knee was resting on top of the cold porcelain of the old sink, before ramming into you from behind. This new stretch had him hitting exactly the right spot immediately, and your orgasm surged through you like a tidal wave of pleasure.

“Ah fuck…” he cursed and you felt him push in one last time before he painted your walls with his thick seed, filling you up more than you had thought possible for a man that had spent all weekend fucking your brains out whilst under the pull of the moon.

He wrapped his arms around your torso and held you close, both of your chests heaving as you quietly tried to calm your breathing. In a moment of silence he rested his head against your shoulders, his beard brushing against the small part of skin that was bare over the top of your dress and that’s when you heard it; the screen door.

“Hey Sy, your coffee machine broken or…”

Both of you turned, eyes wide as Walter stood at the door in shock and frozen to the spot;

“Fuck… i’ll wait in the truck” he quickly turned, muttering about answering emails and he was gone.

Just at that moment Luna started to grizzle in her car seat, grumpy and probably in need of a bottle. Sy pulled out of you and let your panties snap back into place, grabbing the clean dish towel on the counter and wiping himself off;

“SY! That’s a dish towel!”

“Sorry Darlin, i’ll toss it into the wash later… forgot about Walter, he’s gonna be steamin’ i made him wait just so i could fuck you…”

Buttoning himself up he quickly washed his hands before grabbing the two travel mugs of coffee, pausing as he reached to the ‘secret’ box on top of the refrigerator and grabbed a handful of candy bars from the stash you kept away from Mikey, in the hope he could sweeten Walter up a little.

“You forgetting something Sy?” you asked as he was almost at the door. He paused, wondering what you were talking about as you laughed and tapped your cheek. He crossed the room and pressed a wet kiss to your cheek and you laughed;

“The spirit levels too?”

Rolling his eyes he sighed, before grabbing them and pushing the screen door open with his boot, blowing you a kiss.

You pulled Luna from her car seat, cooing at her as she calmed in your arms;

“Hey my little bit of moonlight, do you want a bottle? Those little teeth starting to come through already?”

Settling Luna on your lap you glanced at the coffee machine, sighing when you realised you hadn’t set it off to brew another pot;

“Huh, gonna be a long day, eh Luna?”

Your little girl wriggled in your arms, happily sucking on the bottle as it soothed her aching gums. Hopefully she’ll stay happy long enough to let you shower, as you really didn’t want to have to go pick up Mikey with cum dripping down your legs.

-

The truck ride to the job site was quiet, Sy sipping on his coffee as Walter did the same, finally stopping at one of the few sets of traffic lights and Walter finally spoke;

“You have got the hairiest arse i have ever seen”

Sy had been mid sip of coffee, and Walters words had caught him off guard, spraying his coffee over his shirt, coughing before finally composing himself;

“Sorry about that Walt… you know how it is, ya see your woman bent over and i just… well, i guess i still have some moon juice runnin’ through me”

Walter smirked as he took a sip of coffee, watching the logging trucks rumble past;

“Yeah, you well and truly mooned me”

The lights changed and Walter set off, the two men laughing before Sy finally cleared his throat;

“Ya know, i’ve never seen my own ass, i wouldn’t know if its hairy, but you know what?” he tapped his chest; “I’m a fucking werewolf… of course i’m gonna be hairy”

They laughed as they made their way to the job site, both men thankful they had a friendship like they do, though Sy made a mental note to make sure he found a better way to surprise you with quickies in the future.