#sillyrabbit81 milestone celebration

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration 2023

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

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

How to play:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❤️ Rabbit

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

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

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

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

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

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**Tag List**

Henry Fanfiction: @astheskycries @enchantedbytomandhenry

Prompt screenshot:

[keanureevesisbae]

I can never think of anything to ask! Im just going to pop in and say congratulations and well deserved ❤️

Awww thank you so much 😘

keanureevesisbae 1k follower milestone celebration - ask me a question!

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Poll

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

[ellethespaceunicorn]

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Stardust (2007)

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Word count: 1.4K

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

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

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

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

Divider: @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**Tag List**

Henry Fanfiction: @enchantedbytomandhenry 

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz! 😁

**Screenshot of Prompt:**

[ellethespaceunicorn]

2023 Character Wrapped

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

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

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

But, in what order??

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

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter

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

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

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

3. August Walker - Mission: Impossible - Fallout

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

4. Captain Syverson - Sand Castle

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

5. Mike - Hellraiser: Hellworld

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

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

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

7. Sherlock Holmes - Enola Holmes series

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

8. Charles Brandon - The Tudors

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

9. Humphrey - Stardust

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

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

10. Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man

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

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

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

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

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration 2023

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

Original post with the prompt game can be found here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Part 1: Cure For Boredom - Part 2

Deleted scenes from Cure for Boredom: Part 2

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

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 2.4k

Warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst

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

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

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: Cure For Boredom: Part 2

Snippet One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” you ask.

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

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

Snippet Two

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

“Hey,” you say, shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snippet Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” you moan.

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

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

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

Your cheeks heat and you look away.

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck,” you say.

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

“Yours,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck that’s a pretty pussy.”

Snippet Four

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

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

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

“Yeah,” Sy says.

“Why?”

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

“But you are now?”

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

“Why?” you ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” You say. “What did I do, Sy?”

Snippet Five

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

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

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

Snippet Six

Sy POV

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

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

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

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

Snippet Seven

Sy POV

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

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

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Milestone Celebration Part Three: Attached

Deleted scenes from Attached

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

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 950

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst

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

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

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Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: Attached

Snippet One

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

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

Snippet Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snippet Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration Part 2: Lookout

Deleted scenes from Lookout

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

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 900

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst

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

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

Masterlist

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: Lookout

Snippet One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snippet Two

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

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

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

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

Snippet Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snippet Four

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

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

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

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Milestone Celebration Part Five: More Than Ever

Deleted scenes from More Than Ever

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

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

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

Word Count: Approx. 1k

Warnings: fluff, angst

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

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

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

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

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Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Original fic link: More Than Ever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit,” Marshall says.

Snippet Two: Ask version with Sy POV

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

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

Snippet Three: Ask version with Sy POV

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m interruptin’ ain’t I?”

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

“I can come back another time.”

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

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

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

“Close the door for me, would you?”

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

“Uh, this mornin’,” Sy says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sillyrabbit81]

Milestone Celebration

I have reached a follower milestone!

Also, the end of this month marks my one year anniversary of posting my fics on Tumblr. I haven't done a milestone celebration before, so I thought I should do one since its a double whammy celebration to thank all of you for following me.

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

When I write, I usually have an idea of where I'm going and sometimes it just doesn't work that way, or as I'm writing the mood changes and I go in a completely different direction.

The parts that I edit out or change, I usually keep in a 'random' doc and sometimes when I find myself stuck on a fic, I will go back to that doc and read what I've taken out of other fics to see if it sparks some inspiration.

I don't know if anyone will be interested in this, but I thought it might be fun to show you all some of those deleted scenes from some of my fav fics I've written over the past year. Some of my fics have a lot of deleted scenes and rewrites, others were written fairly easily or I didn't find myself going off on a strange tangent so they don't have scenes like this hidden away in my docs.

I will probably post the first one sometime tonight my time. As a bonus I will post an unpublished WIP that I started nearly a year ago, and though I'm proud of it and wish it worked, I just can't get myself to write more of it.

I hope you enjoy these snippets and once again, thank you all for following me. It has been so unexpected, I never ever thought that more than a couple of people would read these stories, so it was a shock when people started following me, sending in asks and wanting to see more of my work. I am forever grateful for your kind comments, encouragement and support.

❤️ Rabbit

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi - I found your blog recently and wow you are an amazing writer! I’m obsessed with “cure for boredom” and have read it twice. I love how it went and how it ended 🥰 Plus the deleted scenes !! I also write sometimes and seeing the different ways you wrote part 2 of that was really encouraging. Writing is hard and I struggle with thinking it has to be perfect on the first go, so seeing how many times you wrote it, how different each was and what you ended up choosing to include (perfection btw) was really encouraging. Also - “Even if you don’t mean it” is so beautiful. I cannot wait for the third part. I really love how you write Sy. He’s strong but soft. Just how I imagine him 😉. Anyway just wanted to say I think you’re stuff is awesome and I look forward to more!

Hi @bonjourmyloves

Thank you so so much for your kind words. 😍

I'm so glad you enjoyed Cure For Boredom, even though its one of my earliest fics and has issues, I still really like that one and read it myself sometimes 🤣

Yes, absolutely I rewrite fics and don't get them right the first time. It's tempting to think that writers get it right the first time round, but they don't. Professional writers go over and over their stories. Obviously being an amateur, I don't have the skill or the time to do it like a pro would, but no one writes perfectly the first time every time. Just to hear that seeing that has reassured you as a writer, makes me so happy that I decided to put these little parts out there.

Yeah, my Sy is strong but soft, sweet but dirty as hell and I'm so glad you enjoy my characterisation of him.

Thank you again so much for reaching out and sending me this message. It really means a lot!

❤️ Rabbit

[sillyrabbit81]

Hahaha yeah, I think most of us have been in situations where we feel inappropriately dressed and damn is it uncomfortable!

I'm so glad you've enjoyed the snippets. Thank you! ❤️

Milestone Celebration Part Four: Catfishing

Deleted scenes from Catfishing

Summary of Original Fic: You were catfished and decide to drown your sorrows in alcohol when you meet a soldier.

Pairing of Original Fic: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 3.2k

Warnings: implied smut, angst, implied violence

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

This story took me ages to write! I was going through a block at the time and I kept hitting a wall with this fic. Eventually I got rid of the actual date with the catfish and didn't try to make the reader British and the story was a lot easier. I had a lot of help with the original fic, bounced a lot of ideas of people, had a couple of people beta it and me through my plan. So thanks again to @amberangel112 @blakerogue @henryobsessed and @littlefreya for their amazing help with the original fic.

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Snippet One

You should have known as soon as you got to his hometown it was not going to be a good evening. It was a small rural town consisting of a typical main street with its basic shops, a park with a monument, a hotel and a town hall. It looked pretty, but was not what you had expected. When you arrived at the “restaurant,” you realised it was just a glorified diner and you were significantly over dressed. You should have made him come to the city.

The whole place made you feel uncomfortable. Like all small towns and small villages back in the UK, outsiders were immediately recognised and treated as such. You were aware of the eyes on you as you sat in a booth and waited for your date, immediately identified as “not from around here.”

You fussed with your dress, a light pink cocktail dress that in city terms didn’t seem short, but here with all these people in jeans and knee length dresses, you felt scandalous. A waitress came and asked for your order and although she seemed nice, you still felt the weight of her judgement and unasked questions.

Hurriedly, you skim read the menu and asked for a coke. She returned quickly and you started drinking it straight away, craving the sugar hit to get your mind off the stress of waiting. Every time the door to the diner opened you looked up and hoped it was your date, but each time you were disappointed.

Well, not every time. One time you looked up and you nearly choked on your soda. One of the most attractive looking men you had ever seen walked in. He was tall, muscular in the way that appeared to come from hard work and not a gym, he had short dark hair and a short beard. He had a gruff demeanour, moved with purpose and seemed to have a knowing smile on his bearded face.

His eyes skimmed the diner and like nearly everyone else in the town his attention was drawn to you. You looked away, checking the menu again, but you felt his presence get closer to you. His work worn boots were heavy as they approached you and you held your breath until they continued past. You don’t know why he frightened you. Well frightened wasn’t quite the right word, intimidated was better. Not only were you intimidated by his sheer size and aura, but you also found him exciting in a way that you knew your date would never make you feel.

Caught in your thoughts you didn’t notice another pair of boots stop at your table. Startled, you looked up and saw a vaguely familiar man.

“Heya,” you said. “Can I help you?”

The man addressed you by name and said, “It’s me, Paul.”

You blinked trying to comprehend what was happening. This man couldn’t be your date. He had to be approaching 60 years old. But as you studied him you gasped.

“No,” you whispered. If you shaved about 20 years off him, he did resemble the man you saw in the pictures.

You couldn’t breathe, your heart leapt in your throat. You had been catfished. This man… This grandfather… had tricked you. Heat rushed to your cheeks and your blood ran hot in both anger and embarrassment. This man had heard you orgasm.

Paul sat, and you shrunk back in your seat. “You lied to me,” you accused.

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat Paul said, “Yeah ok, I’m a little older than I made out I was, but…”

“A little? You lied by at least 20 years,” you hissed. You kept your voice low, you knew there would be eyes on you.

Paul didn’t say anything, and you heard those big boots come marching past again. This time they spoke briefly, “Paul,” a deep beautiful baritone said.

For his part, Paul nodded and greeted the man, “Sy,” he said as the boots continued past. Paul let out a breath as soon as the man had gone. You watched him pause at the counter, leaning against it lethargically and crossing one leg over the other at the ankles. He looked like a bloody cowboy from an old movie, all he was missing was his hat. He talked briefly to a cook before pushing himself off the counter and heading to the door. His eyes sought you out and he grinned and nodded as he left.

Looking away hurriedly, you realise Paul had been talking to you.

Snippet Two

You should have known as soon as you got to his hometown it was not going to be a good evening. It was a small rural town consisting of a high street (main street?) with your basic shops, a park with a monument, a hotel and a town hall. It looked pretty, but was not what you had expected. When you arrived at the “restaurant” you realised it was just a glorified diner and you were significantly over dressed. You should have made him come to the city.

The whole town made you feel uncomfortable. Like all small towns and like the villages back in the UK, outsiders were immediately recognised and treated as such. Immediately identified as “not from around here,” you were aware of the eyes on you as you took your coat off and sat in a booth to wait for your date.

“Can I getcha anythin’, hon?” a waitress asked. They were quick in this place. She looked you up and down and although she seemed nice, you still felt the weight of her judgement and unasked questions. You fussed with your dress, a light pink cocktail dress that in city terms didn’t seem short, but here with all these people in jeans and knee length dresses, you felt scandalous.

Hurriedly, you skim read the menu and asked for a coke. She returned quickly and you started drinking it straight away, craving the sugar hit to get your mind off the stress of waiting. Every time the door to the diner opened you looked up and hoped it was your date, but each time you were disappointed.

Well, not every time. One time you looked up and you nearly choked on your soda. One of the most attractive looking men you had ever seen walked in followed by an older gentleman. He was tall, muscular in the way that appeared to come from hard work and not a gym, he had short dark hair and a short beard. He had a gruff demeanour, moved with purpose and seemed to have a knowing smile on his bearded face.

His eyes skimmed the diner and like nearly everyone else in the town his attention was drawn to you. You looked away, checking the menu again, but you felt his presence get closer to you. His work worn boots were heavy as they approached you and you held your breath as they continued past you. You don’t know why he frightened you. Well frightened wasn’t quite the right word, intimidated was better. Not only were you intimidated by his sheer size and aura, but you also found him exciting in a way that you knew your date would never make you feel.

You feel a presence standing near you and you’re confused. You’re sure you heard the guy walk past you. Tentatively you look up and see the older gentleman standing there.

“Heya,” you said. “Can I help you?”

The man addressed you by name and said, “It’s me, Paul.”

You blinked trying to comprehend what was happening. This man couldn’t be your date. He had to be approaching 60 years old. But as you studied him you gasped.

“No,” you whispered. If you shaved about 20 years off him, he did resemble the man you saw in the pictures.

You couldn’t breathe, your heart leapt in your throat. You had been catfished. This man… this grandfather, had tricked you. Heat rushed to your cheeks and your blood ran hot in both anger and embarrassment, as memories of your phone calls flooded your mind. You had shared with him so much, so many secrets, dreams and desires and this man… this grandfather, had heard you orgasm.

Paul sat, and you shrunk back in your seat. “You lied to me,” you accused.

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat Paul said, “yeah ok, I’m a little older than I made out I was, but…”

“A little? You lied by at least 20 years,” you hissed. You kept your voice low, you knew there would be eyes on you.

Paul didn’t say anything, and you heard those big boots come marching past again. This time the guy spoke briefly.

“Paul,” he said in a deep beautiful baritone.

For his part, Paul nodded and greeted the man. “Sy,” he said as the boots continued past. Paul let out a breath as soon as the man had gone.

You watched the guy, Sy, Paul had called him, pause at the counter and lean against it lazily, crossing one leg over the other at the ankles. He looked like a bloody cowboy from an old western, all he was missing was a hat. He talked briefly to a cook before pushing himself off the counter and heading to the door. His gaze sought you out, giving you a grin and a nod as he left.

Looking away swiftly, you realised Paul had been talking to you. Was still talking, babbling apologies, complimenting you, then begging you to stay using every excuse imaginable for his lies. You stared at him, head empty, stunned and disappointed. You weren’t quite sure what you were going to do now, but you knew one thing, you weren’t going to give this guy any more of your time.

Standing up quickly, you pulled your coat on over your dress. “Look, it was lovely to meet you,” you could hardly say the lie, though you forced the words out as bile rose in your throat. “But I can tell this just isn’t going to go anywhere.” You took out your purse and put some money on the table. Paul looked at it stupidly. “For the coke,” you explained. “Take care.”

Keeping your head low until you exited the diner, you cursed yourself as you made your way back to the hotel. You burned inside, you were angry, ashamed, frustrated, hungry and horny. You looked behind you a few times as you walked, worried Paul might try to follow you. After a few blocks you realised he wasn’t going to and you were relieved.

When you got to your hotel a big neon sign caught your attention about two blocks further down the street. It looked like a pub. You stopped and debated what you should do. It was a short debate. You needed a drink.

You grimaced as you walked into the pub thinking you may have made a mistake. No, not a pub, a bar. Just like in the diner, every set of eyes in the place looked at you as you walked in, but unlike the diner, they didn’t look away immediately. What you wouldn’t give to right now to go home and be able to walk into a pub, order a pint and have dinner.

Bloody hell. One guy who was playing pool actually licked his lips. You pulled your coat closer around you, hiding your body as much as you could. You were far too overdressed, again, most people in the bar wore jeans and T-shirts. Dropping your gaze, you headed to the bar.

You sat in one of the tall chairs at the end of the counter and before you had gotten comfortable the bartender came over to take your order.

“Vodka, soda, thanks,” you said. She nodded and you quickly added, “Not the house vodka. Do you have Grey Goose or something?”

“Sure, Sweetheart,” the middle aged woman said. Swiftly and competently she poured you a drink. You felt her eyes bore into you and you knew the question poised on her lips.

“I’m from the city but originally from the UK,” you said preemptively, trying to keep the exasperation out of your voice, smiling to try and appear friendly. “I’m staying at the hotel down the street. I came to meet a friend for dinner, I’ll be gone in the morning.”

The bartender gave you a smile before patting your hand, “Bad date?” she asked.

Nodding you said, “Is it that obvious?”

She laughed, “You’re dressed far too nicely to meet a friend, Sweetheart. And by the look on your face, your friend was a disappointment.”

“You could say that again,” you agreed. “He may have been nice if I was twenty years older.”

Again, the woman laughed, and you smiled back, her friendliness was infectious and despite originally feeling out of place, she made you feel at home. “Well, there’s plenty of boys ‘round here closer to your age who would show you a good time, if ya catch my meanin’.”

“I do,” you said. “But I think the only thing I want to wake up with tomorrow is a hangover.”

“Suit yourself, Sweetheart,” she said. She brought her head down low and added, “I have a feelin’ you’re gonna have to beat these boys off with a stick.” She indicated with a jerk of the head a group of guys playing pool. “Most of them are nice boys. You could do much worse.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “Just keep the Goose flowing and I’ll be fine.”

She was right, you did have to beat those boys off with a stick. Each one had a try and you sent each one away empty handed. After a while, they stopped coming. Well you thought they had given up, but you felt a presence on the stool next to you. You ignored whoever was focussing on your drink and playing on your phone.

“Ain’t you that girl I saw sittin’ with Paul not too long ago?” The voice said. That wasn’t the voice of a boy, that was a man's voice. Slowly you looked at the guy next to you and you realised it’s the big bearded guy you saw at the diner. “It’s you.”

“Yeah it’s me,” he said with a smirk. Fucking hell, he was attractive.

“He a relative of yours or somthin’?” The guy asked as he took a sip of what looked like whiskey or bourbon.

“Supposed to be my date,” you said, bitterly.

He raised his eyebrows, “Your date? Paul?” He shook his head. “Then why ain’t you with him now?”

Snippet Three

Entering the bar you thought you may have made a mistake. Every set of eyes in the place looked at you as you walked in. Shit. You pulled your coat closer around you, hiding the tiny body con dress you were wearing. You were by far overdressed, most people in the bar wore jeans and T-shirts. When the door closed behind you, most of the faces looked away, yet you still dropped your gaze as you headed to the bar.

You sat in one of the tall chairs at the end of the counter and before you had gotten comfortable the bartender came over to take your order.

“Vodka soda, thanks,” you said. They nodded but you quickly added, “Not the house vodka. Do you have Grey Goose or something?”

“Sure, Sweetheart,” the middle aged woman said. Swiftly and competently she poured you a drink. You felt her eyes bore into you and you knew the question poised on her lips.

“I’m from the city but originally from the UK,” you said preemptively, trying to keep the exasperation out of your voice, smiling to try and appear friendly. “I’m staying at the hotel down the street. I came to meet a friend for dinner, I’ll be gone in the morning.”

The bartender gave you a smile before patting your hand, “Bad date?” she asked.

Nodding you said, “Is it that obvious?”

She laughed, “You’re dressed far too nicely to meet a friend, Sweetheart. And by the look on your face, your friend was a disappointment.”

“You could say that again,” you agreed. “He may have been nice if I was twenty years older.”

Again, the woman laughed, and you smiled back, her friendliness was infectious and despite originally feeling out of place, she made you feel at home. “Well, there’s plenty of boys ‘round here closer to your age who would show you a good time, if ya catch my meanin’.”

“I do,” you said. “But I think the only thing I want to wake up with tomorrow is a hangover.”

“Suit yourself, Sweetheart,” she said. She brought her head down low and added, “I have a feelin’ you’re gonna have to beat these boys off with a stick.” She indicated with a jerk of the head a group of guys playing pool. “They’re mostly nice boys though. You could do much worse.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “Just keep the Goose flowing and I’ll be fine.”

She was right, you did have to beat those boys off with a stick. Each one had a try and you sent each one away empty handed. You thought you had made it clear to them one of them came back. You had had a few drinks by then and just wanted to be left alone. So you said, “Are you deaf, cunt or what?”

Instantly you realised you had made a mistake. Once again every set of eyes in the bar were on you. You had just embarrassed this guy in front of not only all his friends but the whole bar. And if you know anything about small towns it's this, news travels fast. By this time tomorrow everyone will know some posh British bitch had called him a cunt.

You opened your mouth to apologise, you had to diffuse the situation when another bloke put his arm around him. It was the guy from the diner, Sy. “We all good here, Kev?” He asked.

“She called me a…” This Kev said

“I heard,” Sy said. “She was just leavin’ too wasn’t she?”

You knew an out when you heard one. You stood up quickly, pulling bills out of your wallet and throwing them on the bar. “Yes,” you said, and you winced at the quiver in your voice. “I was just leaving.”

“There now. That’s no problem, is it Kev?” Sy said. He tapped Kev on the chest with a big hand and you took it as your opportunity to leave. As you headed towards the door you heard those large boots come up behind you. “Hold up, girly,” he said and you felt his hand press into your lower back. “Let me walk you to the hotel.” There was a strange hardness to his voice and you didn’t know how to take it.

“I’ll be fine,” you said as you opened the door. “It’s just a few blocks.”

“No, girly, you won’t,” Sy said. “You picked the wrong guy to mess with.”

You were both outside now and his comment made you put your back up. “Me? Mess with him? He’s the one who wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Keep your voice down,” Sy said. “It’s got you in enough trouble already tonight.” He put his hand on your back again and with a gentle pressure, forced you to walk.

“I’m really fine,’ you insisted.

Sy stopped walking and said, “No, you ain’t. Look.”

You turned around and noticed Kevin and his mates had followed you out of the bar and were milling about on the street.

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