#syd writes fanfics

[purposechef]

boiling point

[syd-djarin]

flesh for fantasy

no outbreak AU!joel miller x f!reader

summary: Joel puts on a pair of pretty panties for you.

tags: SMUT, panty kink - joel wears them, no outbreak AU, a hint of nervous joel, they’re in love/established relationship, both of them are kinda switches but it's not super dom/subby just a hint in this (i think), unprotected piv sex which means we're getting creampied!!!!, cowgirl position, the panties STAY on, gratuitous use of daddy, teasing, praise kink (is it a syd fic without it?), oral m! receiving thru the panties, use of pet names

a/n: this one goes out to all my babygirls @katiexpunk, @studioghibelli, @joelmillerisapunk, @tightjeansjavi for letting me scream, pitch filthy ideas and matching my freak <3!!

i recommend (not required!!) listening to the song I titled the fic (: Flesh for Fantasy / Billy Idol

MDNI & reblog banners by @cafekitsune

lastly: resources for Palestine

“You ready, darlin’?” Joel asks from behind the bathroom door, voice gruff with a nervous arousal; the kind you get when experimenting or acting out a fantasy with a partner. Which is precisely what you and Joel are doing right now. 

“Let me see you, pretty boy,” you purr back, sitting on the edge of your shared bed. A warm, tingly sensation thrums throughout your entire body, skin hot enough to ignite a fire. 

Joel steps into view, and you’re sure you’ve never seen anything more glorious: your Joel, all brawn, golden skin, perfectly scruffy in all the right places, dressed in the prettiest, satin panties with dainty lace hems. The soft material accentuates his toned thighs and his gorgeous cock is bulging out at the seams. His entire body is flushed and you can feel the heat radiating off him from where you are seated feet away.

“Do I,” he clears his throat, “uh… look okay?” He gestures down at himself, fingers twitching by sides, as he shifts uneasily from one foot to the other—classic signs of Joel’s insecurity.

You realize you haven’t moved or spoken since he walked into the room; mesmerized and in a trance of ferocity. He’s the most gorgeous man you’ve had the pleasure of laying eyes on. You stand and saunter over to him, only slightly amused by his shyness– a rare display from your confident man. You gently tug his arms from their defensive stance across his chest and let them fall to his sides. 

“I don’t think I’m quite what you had in mind, but I hope it still tickles your peach,” he says, his voice a low murmur. His eyes linger on the gentle caresses of your hands as they travel up and down his arms, over his chest, and across the soft belly you adore. Goosebumps rise on his skin with each loving touch, magnetizing the air around you both. He knows his body is not what it used to be, and despite your insistence that he keeps getting hotter with age and that his soft edges from “being loved and cared for” suit him, he’s having difficulty believing you. 

This is the most vulnerable he’s ever felt with you, even though you’ve seen him naked countless times and he’s split open his soul for you, and only you. You sense his insecurity, of course. It's not hard to spot on your confident, competent man; you’re the only one his poker face doesn’t work on. 

“Joel, my love, you are a vision,” you say softly, your voice sultry and lust laden. 

He fights the urge to scoff, but then he finally has the courage to look you in the eyes and he starts to believe your words when he sees your pupils fully dilated, almost eclipsing your irises. You ghost your hand over his tummy to where he’s rock hard and straining against the panties, which is all it takes for his girthy tip to leak. You moan when you see the little damp spot forming on the delicate material. It turns your brain into that of a Neanderthal’s; primitive, primal, feral. Joel knows it too. 

You sink down to your knees and admire the view of him towering above you, eyes now level with his crotch. You salivate instantly when you get this close to his cock – you’re no better than one of Pavlov’s dogs. Joel senses the shift; the hesitancy in his eyes vanishes, replaced by a newfound boldness.

You run your palms up and down his gorgeous thighs, relishing the way the soft hair covering the toned muscle feels against your skin. You lean forward to plant a kiss over the panties before Joel restrains you with a hand to the back of your neck. Just as you’re about to ask what gives, he cuts you off. 

“Did you ask if you could touch daddy’s cock?” he hisses. 

You and Joel playfully vie for control, each of you taking turns embracing a bratty demeanor—it’s an exhilarating dance of dominance between you two. You never want the game to end. 

“Can I play with your cock, daddy? Pretty please?” you plead in your sweetest tone, knowing Joel gets off on it, and most of all, he can’t resist it. 

“Go on baby, show your daddy how much you like him all dressed up for you,” he rasps out, encouraging, granting you the permission you have anyway. 

“So, so pretty daddy,” you whine, and place a kiss right where his head is pressing against the fabric. He relaxes the grip on your neck, knowing it's only a matter of time before he’s putty in your hands. 

You trace the wet spot with the tip of your tongue and find his head again, gently sucking through the fabric. Joel whimpers, the sound sweeter than any music, the sound that makes you beam with pride - knowing you can make your Joel fall apart the way you fall apart for him. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, fighting his instinctual reaction for his head to fall backwards. 

You trace his length to meet his balls, heavy and prominent against the thin material. Looking up through your lashes you glide your flattened tongue over each one, earning the prettiest of throaty whimpers from him. You go to suck one through the panties and he gently squeezes your shoulder. 

“Alright, baby, enough, gonna make me cream my panties for once,” he rasps, tugging you up from your kneeling position. Grateful for his hands anchoring you firmly by the waist; you’re reeling from the spectacle of your man in such a dainty piece of clothing.

Now face to face, you take in his appearance, equally spent, nearly fucked out already: breathless, with hazy sable eyes and sweat glistening near his hairline.

He leans against the headboard and pats his thigh, inviting you to join him. You comply, crawling up his body and hovering over his crotch before settling on his thighs. Realizing that you haven’t kissed him yet, not on the lips anyway, and seeing the same realization flash across his face, he angles his head to draw you into a tender kiss. His plush lips are heaven; making you safe, exhilarated, grounded, ravished — all at once. You lose yourself in the taste of his lips, the taste of him, your hips moving instinctively, seeking more contact, always wanting more, more, more. But his strong hands find your waist, gently but firmly halting your motions.

“Let’s get these off, pretty girl,” he says, while playfully snapping the waistband against your skin. You hastily crawl off him, you hold his gaze steady while slipping the fabric down your legs and carelessly toss them aside. While resuming position, you take in the reality of you being bare, and Joel still clad in his panties, and it causes your cunt to throb, fresh slick dripping from you. 

“Tha’s better,” he grunts, ghosting his finger through your soaked core, you both moan in unison at the contact – you’ve never been wetter. Joel knows it too. 

“This all for your daddy?” he asks, teases even, collecting more arousal on his fingertip, “she’s drooling all over me, baby, making such a mess.”

“Mhm-hmm,” you whine in desperation, and attempt to grind against him once more; desperate for relief from the profound ache in your pussy. He lands a slap on your ass, just enough to sting and leave your skin tingling, your body jolts forward on impact. You know he’s not satisfied with your blasé response. 

“You like me in these panties, don’t ya baby? Is that why your slutty little pussy’s soaked, hmm?” He teases, squeezing the soft flesh he just spanked. 

“Yeah,” you whine, “so fucking sexy, Daddy.” 

“Show me,” he says, his voice caught somewhere in between a growl and a whimper. “Show me how much you love your daddy by coming for me just like this,” he instructs, sliding your core against his panty covered cock. Clutching his shoulders to keep your balance, you roll and buck your hips in fervor, your clit rubbing against the silken material over his cock has you racing towards your climax faster than you anticipated.

“That’s it honey, make a mess of these panties, show me what a good girl you are,” he babbles, goading you on. 

“Then you can ride me with ‘em still on,” he encourages. A few more desperate rocks into his lap and you’re coming, crying out expletives mixed with chants of Joel. You cling to Joel’s broad frame, burying your face in the curve of his neck as you ride out the intensity. His hands draw soothing circles on your lower back, grounding you as you gently return to reality. He plans tender kisses on your temple, head, and any place his lips can find, grounding you with each touch.The tender affection makes your heart squeeze inside your chest, a warm ache flares there. 

With a surge of renewed desire, you capture his lips once more, gently sucking on his plush bottom lip and lightly tugging it between your teeth. Joel’s resolve begins to crumble – he’s maintained control, played your little game, but now he’s yearning to be buried in your warmth. He caresses your cheek and jaw, lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly. 

“Need you, baby,” he rasps, breaths quick and shallow, his way of telling you to take the lead, baby. It feels like you can almost see his heart pounding against his ribcage, reminiscent of a cartoon character’s exaggerated beat. His expression is one of sheer desperation, and it nearly melts you on the spot.

You slide your hand between your bodies, reaching for him with a teasing touch, but you pause, stopping just short of freeing him from the silk. 

“Tell me how bad you need me daddy…” you trail off, ghosting a finger on the hem, moving your lips into a pathetic fake pout, one you know that Joel is unable to resist. But deep down, you love knowing that he needs you just as badly. 

“So bad, need to be inside that sweet pussy,” he pleads, voice strained as if it’s paining him to not be inside you. It is. “Hmm, I think you can do better than that,” you reply, emphasizing your words with another roll of your hips, earning a hiss from him.

“Baby, please..” he pleads. You tug the hair at the nape of his neck, he whines and you feel the twitch of his cock beneath you. “Need your pussy so bad, baby, been achin’ for it… need to be inside you baby, pleasepleaseplease–” he babbles. 

“You beg so sweet, daddy,” you coo, humming in approval when you finally free his cock from the prized garment of the evening and find it dribbling at the tip. 

You put him out of his misery, and yours, and sink down onto his length, your forehead pressed against his. You moan into each other’s mouth, almost in unison. The built up tension, the waiting, the toying, has you clenching around him - feeling completely and utterly ravished. 

“Fuck, can’t keep squeezing me like that sweetheart, I won’t last,” he groans. You relax your body, allowing you and Joel to catch your breaths. 

“Am I good to move, baby?” You whisper, your mouth just an inch apart from his. 

“Yes, fuck,” he cries out. 

You hook one arm behind his neck, holding him close and hanging on for the ride. You bury your face where his neck meets his shoulders, exhilarated from his warmth, his sweet and woodsy musk invades your senses.  Joel meets your movements, bucking his hips up, up, up making you cry each time his tip grazes your cervix. 

“You close baby?” He grunts out one rushed exhale, breathless from exertion and the heavenly solace that is your pussy, creaming just for him. 

“Yeah, come with me,” you huff, “please daddy.”

He thrusts up once.

Twice. 

On the third you’re clenching and pulsating around him while he’s emptying all his cum inside you, all for you, just for you.

You’d momentarily forgotten all about the silky number that catalyzed tonight’s events – then you go to dismount and find the pretty material ruined from your combined spend. A hearty laugh bubbles from you and your Joel joins in, blissed out, enraptured and dazed. 

“Guess we need to get you a new pair,” you joke. 

“Matching his and hers?” He jokes back, but the way his eyebrows raise in intrigue say otherwise. 

A week later, you’re in bed, online panties shopping while Joel’s showering. You grin to yourself at your plan: surprise Joel with matching panties. 

Your mouth hangs open when you see that a matching pair has already been added to the cart, undoubtedly added by your Joel. 

@pedrostories

[creativesaturn]

Could you write something fun about Reid dating a Master/PhD student and everyone is like “how could you???” making jokes about how he is the weird teacher that goes out with his students.

She is not his student, she doesn’t even go to the same college he teaches.

Summary: Spencer's new girlfriend happens to be a student, raising questions and laughs from the team members.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: None but lmk!

Word count: 645

a/n: I hope this is okay!🫶 also, if you're wondering why I only include three members.. I'd be lying if I said I was only on season 10 of criminal minds and I don't know any of the characteristics of anyone else.....

"I'm not sure, this guy's got a real temper." JJ commented as she read through the case file, her eyes darting from words to the pictures.

Spencer looked up for a split second to look at JJ, but when he did he got a glimpse of a familiar face through the blinds. You were looking around, confusion written on your face as you looked for, what he safely assumed, was himself. His eyebrows furrowed and suddenly everyone's words were going in one ear, and out the other.

"Uh, give me five minutes." He announced to the table, everyone staring at him in confusion as he got up and walked out the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he approached you. You had your hands in front of you that held onto a brown paper bag, a smile on your face.

"You forgot your lunch!" You quickly frowned, holding the bag up in front of you.

"You're supposed to be studying." He stated, bringing a hand up to rub your forearm.

You groaned in response, "I need a break, Spence! I've been studying all day." You whined, throwing your head back.

He moved his hand to the back of your head to bring your face back to his.

"Exams are coming up, y/n." He sighed, "I'm sure you'll do great, but you really need to study." He added, grabbing onto the bag with his other hand.

You rolled your eyes, moving your head to the side only to catch eye contact with every member staring at the both of you. You laughed, amused, but not surprised everyone was being nosey.

He followed your eyes to everyone staring, as he looked back he brought his hand down from your head with a tight lipped smile.

"Fine, I'll go study." You sighed in defeat, placing a hand on his shoulder. He subconsciously aimed his head down, giving you access to his forehead to place a soft kiss.

"Bye, Spence." You smiled, turning around and making your way out the bullpen.

"Study." He called out, causing you to laugh as you walked out the glass doors.

He placed the paper bag on his desk on his way to the round table. The moment he stepped foot inside, everyone watched his with wide eyes.

He hadn't taken in account that when he left, he left the door open as well. Meaning they could've easily heard the conversation without needing to get up and move closer.

"Study? Is she some sort of student? She looked pretty young." JJ asked, being the first to raise suspicion.

When she spoke, everyone else looked at her and nodded in agreement.

"Uhm, sorta. I mean yeah, she's a student.." He answered, sort of mumbled as he took his seat.

"Wow, Spence. I didn't take you for the student, teacher type of guy." Emily teased, amused laced in her tone.

"What are you--?" Spencer attempted to ask, considering you weren't his student, he didn't think it mattered. But his words were cut short from Rossi butting in.

"How could you, Spencer Reid, be comfortable with that?" Rossi asked, genuinely curious, Spencer could tell by the way he narrowed his eyes and leaned closer.

"It's not that weird?" His brows furrowed, and it wasn't. It wasn't weird at all, you met how anyone would meet Spencer. He didn't see how you, being a student was relevant.

"So, you're just the teacher that goes out with his students now?" JJ went on, raising a brow at Spencer, and a look on her face that said, 'Did you think about that?' without words.

"She's not even--" But before Spencer could defend himself, Emily finally decided that they were getting too off track and needed to focus. Which annoyed Spencer, he's being accused of something that wasn't true and now, had no time to defend himself.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[springtyme]

Hi, I'm so excited your requests are open! I love the way you describe scenes, you take the reader around the full area to understand how the setting affects the emotions of the story so beautifully (thinking of your Simon piece, Homeward Bound, especially).

I'd like to put in a request for Sydney Adamu x reader (gn afab is fine!), something very tender and intimate. I'm imagining an established relationship that's still very new, like maybe they're sharing a night routine for the first time, or on a date at a garden/museum?

Craving something v sweet with a bit of "healthy tension" lol, maybe a little soft smut if you are up to it! Thank you so much for sharing your work, if you don't feel like writing this no worries!

𝐀 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡

Thank you so much dear! I love scene setting so hearing that you enjoy it makes me so happy! <3 I had so much fun with this Syd piece (seriously, I love her so much!) so thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it :)

Sydney Adamu x afab!Reader || Masterlist || Sydney playlist

summary: You and Syd are about to spend your first weekend together. Dinner is being eaten and so is something else.

word count: 3.7k

warnigs: Smut! (18+, mdni!) Food. Fluffy smut, cunnilingus/face-riding, vaginal fingering, nipple play/sucking. Reader is afab but there is used no gendering terms. I'm sorry if there is mistakes or anything seems rushed, I wrote this in one sitting and I haven't had time to proofread yet.

As you step onto the crowded L train, the familiar sounds of the city surround you. The rumbling of the train, the chatter of fellow passengers, and the occasional screech of brakes fill the air. You find a seat by the window, your packed weekend bag in your lap as you gaze out at the passing cityscape with a mix of excitement and anticipation. 

The weekend ahead holds something special for you – it is the first time you’ll be spending it entirely with Syd, just the two of you. Sydney finally has a whole weekend without any restaurant related obligations which just happens to align with the week her father is out of town and as the train glides through the city, you can’t help but think about how happy you are to have her in your life. 

The two of you had met on a cold afternoon in late February. Little frost crystals had formed at the outside of the windows of the little café you were seated inside of. You had come there to get some work done, your small studio apartment didn’t really allow your creativity to flow and you had hoped that a change in scenery would help you, but without any luck. You had instead ended up staring out of the window at the freezing Chicago. Your laptop closed shut as you sat inside the little warm cocoon that was Kasama, feeling small and alone as you looked out on the outside world of Chicago. You had, at some point, looked up and there she was, Sydney, seated at the other side of the café already looking at you. That’s how it all had started. The two of you had started talking, which then had led to Syd inviting you to join her on a culinary journey across Chicago after she told you that her friend and business partner wouldn’t be able to join her, which otherwise had been the plan. 

You can’t help but smile  as you think back on that day and as the train nears your destination, your smile only grows wider. You walk the short distance to Sydney’s apartment building, your heart beating a little faster with each step. You just can’t wait to see her, she has, in the short amount of time you have known her, become very special to you. 

You press the buzzer, hearing the faint sound of Sydney’s voice through the intercom. “Come on up,” she says, her voice filled with warmth and excitement. With a smile on your face, you step into the elevator, your heart pounding in anticipation. As the elevator doors open on Sydney’s floor, you take a moment to compose yourself. You want everything to be perfect, to show her just how much this weekend means to you. You knock on the door, and when it swings open, you’re greeted by Sydney, clad in a comfy sweater, looking gorgeous as always.

“Hi,” she greets you, her eyes sparkling with joy and a gentle smile tugging at her lips. 

In that moment, all your worries and nerves melt away. You step into the apartment, right into Syd’s outstretched arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of ease fall over you.

“Hi,” you answer her, enjoying the feeling of her arms around you, as she hugs you tightly. You tow off your shoes and shed your coat which Sydney takes from you to hang up for you before taking your hand in hers, leading you into the apartment.

As you find yourself in the kitchen, Syd kindly takes your bag, and tells you to sit down while she puts your bag into her bedroom. The warm, inviting aroma of simmering spices fills your nostrils  and you can’t help but smile at Sydney’s culinary prowess. The soft glow of the day’s last sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a comforting glow upon the apartment, adorning everything with a soft golden hue.  

“Whatcha cookin’?” You ask, loud enough for her to hear in the other room.  

“Butternut squash soup with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg as an appetizer. And for the main course, we’re having rosemary roasted chicken with a maple glaze and caramelized Brussels sprouts.”

“Wow, that sounds amazing, smells delicious too. Are you sure you don’t need any help?” You ask from your seat at the kitchen island. 

“Nah, I’m good, and I’m almost done anyway, I’ve wanted to try this recipe out anyway,” she tells you, like cooking the enormous amount of food was nothing. “You can help with the dishes after though,” she adds with a cheeky smile on her face as she reenters the kitchen. 

“Well, that, I surely can. I might also just be more in the way than any help with the food,” you say with a light laugh.

It’s not that you’re bad in a kitchen, but you are nowhere near Sydney’s level and even though a part of you feels incredibly guilty for not helping you can’t deny how much you love watching her work. Completely in her element. So you let her do her thing and stay put . Nimble fingers dancing across the pots and pans, her brows knitted with focus as she begins to compose the meal, orchestrating a symphony of flavors. “No, you wouldn’t be in the way, that’s not what I meant, I just want to cook for you… It’s like the thing I know how to do, and…” she trails off for a second, eyes staring down at the food before continuing. “I love cooking for the people that are special to me, I guess you could say that it is my ‘love language’ or whatever.” 

She does air quotes at ‘love language, but you can’t help but smile at her words. You feel incredibly lucky as you watch her work her culinary magic, especially after what she just said. The way she moves with such grace and confidence in the kitchen is truly mesmerizing. As the mouthwatering aroma of the cooking food fills the room, you find yourself captivated by her artistry, her words really tugging at your heartstrings. 

You understand her desire to cook for you, to express her love through her culinary creations. You reach out and gently take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I know,” you say softly, your voice filled with warmth and appreciation. “It’s one of the things I admire the most about you, you know… It’s not just about the food, it is about the care and thought you put into it. It really is something special Syd. The way you care… It’s really admirable.”

Her eyes soften, a small smile playing on her lips. “You know what?” she says, her voice filled with gratitude. “Having someone to cook for means the world to me. So, thank you for wanting to eat my food, just having you sit there is actually a great help, it helps remind me why I love cooking.” She lets out with a warm laugh, but the sincerity of her words aren’t lost in the slightest by it. 

So you stay put. The sizzle of vegetables hitting the hot oil and the occasional clatter of utensils against the countertops create a rhythmic melody that fills the room. And so, you continue to sit at the kitchen island, watching Sydney work her culinary magic.

You watch as she gracefully garnishes the soup with a sprinkle of fresh herbs, roasted pumpkin seeds and pieces of finely sliced chili, transforming the dish into a culinary masterpiece. The delicious smell of the dish wafts through the air, teasing your senses and making your mouth water in anticipation. 

Finally, Sydney places a steaming bowl of soup in front of you. The vibrant colors and rich aroma enticing you.“Well, bon appétit,” she says, during a little hand gesture towards the bowl, an almost shy smile on her lips but her eyes gleam with excitement as she sits down at the other side of the table with a bowl of her own.

As you take your first spoonful, the velvety texture and warm spices dance on your tongue, filling you with a comforting sensation. You savor each bite, cherishing the meal Syd  has cooked with so much care and love. 

The two of you eat and talk and laugh and after the meal you do the dishes together, the jokes and banter flow freely, and occasionally a blob of soap sud will playfully be flickered at the other, turning the usually so mundane task into a delightful ordeal, the clinking of dishes becomes the applause for your comedic genius.

With the dishes done and the kitchen cleaned up, you both find yourselves in the cozy living room, contemplating what to do next. Sydney suggests watching a movie, and the idea immediately sparks your interest.

“Sounds good,” you say, a smile forming on your lips. “Anything in mind?”

Sydney thinks for a moment, her eyes scanning the shelves of DVDs. She has told you about her father’s love of physical media, which has led to a sumptuous collection of movies, music and books filling out multiple floor to ceiling shelves of the apartment. “How about a rom com? I could do with something light and heartwarming.”

You nod in agreement, appreciating the idea of a feel-good movie to complement the warmth and happiness you already feel being in Sydney’s presence. Together, you browse through the collection, but you don’t really find anything that peaks any of your interests. Finally she turns to you when it is clear between you that maybe a movie wasn’t the right call after all, something about the idea of having to look at a screen instead of each other suddenly feeling immensely silly to both of you. 

“We could also just sit for a little while,” she says, a lovesick gleam in her eyes. 

You smile at the suggestion and feel your heart flutter at the adoration in her eyes. The idea of simply enjoying each other’s company without any distractions sounds perfect. “I like that idea,” you reply, your voice filled with affection. 

She redirects her attention from movies to the record collection, pulling one out from the shelves. Shedding the vinyl from its sleeve before delicately lifting the lid of the beautiful vintage record player. Placing the album onto the turntable, handling it with utmost care, gently lowering the needle onto the vinyl. The smooth sound of the Delfonics filling the room, as they start to croon for you. 

You settle onto the soft couch, leaning against each other as you both take a moment to soak in the tranquility of the room. With the sun now fully set the only source of light in the room comes from a single table lamp and the candles which Syd had deliberately lit for the two of you, their warm glow casts flickering shadows across the walls, creating an ambiance of cozy intimacy. 

You lean your head on Sydney’s shoulder, feeling the warmth and security of her presence as your body’s intertwine. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with a deep sense of understanding and acceptance. As you sit there, Sydney’s hand finds its way into yours, your fingers lacing together. The gentle touch sends a wave of comfort and contentment through your body, and you can’t help but feel grateful.

Without needing words, you understand each other’s thoughts and emotions, and it feels like time stands still. In this moment, the world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of love and tranquility. It’s as if nothing else matters except for the connection you share and the giddy happiness that comes with new love. 

“God, I’m so glad Carmy was being a little bitch and ditched me that day at Kasama,” Syd lets out a breathy giggles, shaking her head gently as she finally breaks the silence.

You lift your head, your eyes finding hers. “Me too,” you say, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

“Yeah?” She grins down at you. 

“Yeah,” you nod, a grin of your own now plastered on your face. 

In fact the word ‘glad’ doesn’t even come close to how you feel about it, the word seems way too weak to hold all the feelings you have on the topic. Grateful, ecstatic, completely and utterly over the fucking moon, those are words that might be a little closer to describe how you actually feel about it. But you don’t say that, not yet. It’s not that long since that fateful afternoon when you and Syd had first met, and even less time has passed since the two of you got your shit together and actually confessed your feelings towards each other. One day, you’ll tell her just how incredibly happy you are that Carmen decided to be ‘a little bitch’, to use her own words, which led to you and Syd meeting. 

“You think Hallmark sells ‘thank you for being such a little bitch’ cards?” Syd giggles. You know that, despite her choice of words, she actually cares a lot about Carmy. Her and her coworkers are basically family, maybe sometimes a bit dysfunctional, but nonetheless one that does care deeply for one another. Syd had, apparently, stabbed Richie in the ass one time, which they seem to have reconciled nicely from, and somehow only has made Syd all the more attractive to you. 

“I don’t think so, but I can get you some paper and crayons if you wanna get crafty,” 

Her warm, affectionate laughter fills the room while ‘If I ever saw a girl that I needed in this world you are the one for me’  is sung from the speakers and you can’t do anything but agree with the statement. You snuggle a little closer into her and she does the same. The two of you have become completely entangled by now.  

“I love moments like these,” she whispers, her voice filled with affection.

“Yeah, me too,” you reply with a soft sigh.

She dips her head down as you lean up, and your lips meet. What starts out as a slow and gentle kiss soon turns more heated. The two of you move in sync, changing the position on the couch, with Syd now lying beneath you, her back pressed down into the soft cushions, with you  hovering over her, maintaining the kiss without breaking it even once. And you continue until your lungs are burning and you have to stop to catch your breath again. The both of you panting heavily as you break apart but you don’t take long before you again plant your lips on her, this time kissing down her jaw and neck. You feel how she squirms under you, little muffled whines escaping from her closed lips as she grows more desperate for you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper into her skin, your voice filled with admiration. You lift your head again, your eyes finding hers . “Can.. Can I take these off?” Your voice laced with a little shyness as you ask her, your fingers ghost over the hem of her pants. But your shyness disappears when she nods with eagerness, pulling off her sweater as you start to undo her pants which she is quick to kick off, leaving her in only her panties and bra. You take a second to take in the view of her all spread out on the couch for you and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have met her, let alone that she reciprocates your feelings. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” you sigh with admiration, dipping your head down again, this time planting a trail of kisses down from her collarbone towards the vale between her breasts, continuing down her stomach until you get to the band of her underwear. 

“You want me to take these off too?” you ask, looking up at her, through heavy lids, your heart beating loudly in your ears. You and Syd have been taking things slow, the two of you never have been this intimate before, but it feels so right in the moment and the sweet sounds she is making for you only makes your need to taste her even greater. Your eyes lock, she moves her hand down towards you, sweetly cupping your cheek, stroking the pad of her thumb gently over your cheekbone before nodding. “Please, do,” she almost pleads.           

You keep eye contact as you get into a better position. Your fingers tug at her panties as you start to slowly glide them down her legs. As the garment has left her body, Sydney spreads her legs wider for you, offering you a better view of herself, her pussy already dripping from eagerness.         

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” you purr before lowering your head, kissing up her thighs until you reach her glistening cunt. Burying your face between her legs you flatten your tongue against her entrance, sliding your tongue through her wet folds, a warm shiver running through you as you taste her for the first time. You hum into her, loving the way she tastes and feels against your tongue, lapping into her, flicking your tongue against her clit, making her whine out with pleasure which just makes you even more eager to hear more from her.      

“Fuck, right there! Right, fucking, there…” she pants out as you work your tongue a little harder against her.

She bucks her hips upwards, gently pressing her mound against your face. This makes you hum into her pussy again as you feel a warm rush run down your spine by the firm feeling of her against your mouth, which makes her let out a breathy moan from the vibration. Your hands find her hips. Tender fingers, softly digging into her skin as you help her find a rhythm as she starts to gently grind into your mouth.   

Her moans grow louder and higher in pitch, which only makes you move your tongue with even more determination and her body starts to tremble. You move your lips, beginning to slowly suck at her clit as she comes closer and closer to her release. You let your thumb take over the work on her sensitive clit, circling it gently as you start to lick into her again. 

“I-I’m… I’m so close,” she whines out, making you hum into her again, letting her know that you don’t have any intention to stop. You feel how her walls tighten around your tongue, as she starts to cry out in pleasure, sensing how her muscles relax as she starts to come undone on your tongue. You keep going, keep lapping into her, keep fucking her with your tongue as she rides out her climax, and you have never tasted anything sweeter. 

You finally detach your mouth from her entrance, your chin and lips glistening with a mix of her arousal and your own saliva, your eyes blown wide, feeling light, almost drunk from her juices. 

“Come here,” Syd whispers, her pupils dilated, making her already dark eyes look like two glistening forest lakes at night. She is so beautiful, you almost can’t take it. A sweet, gleeful smile on her face as she pulls you up to her again, pulling you into a sweet kiss, the taste of her still on your lips. 

Her hands sneak under your shirt, palming your warm skin underneath before pushing the cotton up your body, prompting you to shred the garment like she had with hers just before. You break the kiss, only for long enough so that you can pull it over your head, flinging it on the ground before connecting your lips again. Her hands find your exposed chest, gently kneading at the soft skin before she ends the kiss, moving her head down, taking your right nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before starting to gently suck it into her mouth. Her hand starts playing with your left nipple. 

You let out a series of soft moans as she works so tenderly on your tits. She lets go of your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ before moving on to your left breast, taking the other into her mouth. Her now free right hand starts to travel down to your entrance, sneaking it into the hem of your pants and down your underwear. 

She slowly slides a finger through your folds before beginning to tease your clit with slow firm circles. You gasp out from the sensation, your body feeling lighter and lighter. after a while she moves her hand, slowly gliding first one, then two, fingers inside of you, stating to slowly fuck you with her fingers. The wet squelching sound of her fingers pumping into you now rings in your ears. 

She keeps going and when she curls her fingers at just the right angle you feel how the last string snaps, falling over the edge. Your eyes roll back in your skull and your toes curl as your climax washes over you in electric hot rushes. You tap her shoulder, making Syd release your nipple so she can kiss your lips instead. She kisses you through your climax, turning you into putty in her hands.      

“That was nice…” She pants when the two of you finally brak apart, a lovesick smile on her face. 

“Yeah… very nice,” you agree, wit a smile mirroring hers. “Should we go get cleaned up?” 

“Yeah, we should, but let’s just stay here for a little while first,” she replies, a tired but blissful smile painting her lips.

So you do. You both lay there, breathing heavily, bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of the moment. The room is filled with a mix of warmth, desire, and a fulfilling sense of contentment. Time seems to stand still as you cherish the intimate connection you’ve just shared.

The world outside this moment seems distant and unimportant. All that matters is the warmth of Syd’s body against yours, the rhythm of your heartbeats synchronizing, and the blissful intimacy you’ve found in each other’s arms. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with unspoken words and a profound understanding of the depth of your connection.

[tvgremlin]

I haven’t stoped crying for 30 mins. If you see me posting a lot of fic over the next few days it’s because I haven’t left my bed and Sydcarmy is my happy place.

Being an autistic woman of color is horrible. I’m so scared.

I’m sending you all so much love ❤️💗💕

[16sydd16]

More beautiful @miqyi doodles from Chapter 4 of my fic "Get in, Loser! We're going... to fall in love?" Chapter 21 is up now, so go give it a read!!

[currymanganese]

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Summary:

After the heartache and disappointment of the events of Friends and Family night, Syd and Carmy gradually salvage their fractured relationship, and then some.

Chapter 16 is up here on AO3

Chapter Excerpt:

“Syd, I’m sorry-”

“I know.”

“Thank you- thank for everything-”

“Don’t mention it.”

“But also…fuck you-”

Sydney slyly replied,

“No can do, chef, I have a boyfriend-”

“Fuck! Syd, I-I’m sorry, you know that’s not what I meant!”

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In which Natalie goes on maternity leave, and Sydney and Carmy have a friendship affirming chat™ in The Bear's back alley.

[mypinkwriterink]

when all the titles in the sydcarmy tag on ao3 are gray because you have read them all….

[pacinglikeghosts]

heard the risk is drowning (but i'm gonna take it)

syd-centric analysis/sydcarmy | canon-compliant | 5k words

The thing was, Carmy was everything Syd thought she hated about the culinary world. He was a micromanaging control freak who thought he knew best, smoked like it was going out of style, and wasted very little opportunity to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough. And yet, instead of pushing her down, or driving her back to some boring job to keep the lights on without sacrificing her sanity, Carmy was fuel to her fire. He made her fight to be better. So she became a better chef, which was exactly why she was on the food tour in the first place. He wanted to do this; to do it with her. He wanted to reset their palettes. He wanted to learn from other people and get ideas to bring to The Bear. Just…not enough, clearly. 

as always, layout credits to bunivys!

read it here!

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Samhain's miracle

What if instead of the regular Sydcarmy as an already-established couple who attends a Halloween party dressed as ANOTHER iconic duo (which is still great, don't get me wrong), they are who they are, these 2 idiots in love who can't even admit it to themselves, let alone confess and they are in this dry patch of hell, post-S3, Syd is still contemplating leaving but hasn't decided yet, neither has she decided to sign The Bear's agreement, she's not here nor there and Carmy, who senses everything is wrong between them and that everything is about to fall apart, finds a moment of solace away from all his troubles, when this random kid comes knocking on his door dressed as a mini chef with a little blue apron and he just melts the fuck down but also, all the alarms go off in his head: DON'T DO THIS! SAVE YOURSELF! DON'T BECOME A CHEF, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT IS, AND YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR LIFE! But obviously doesn't say a word and smiles and gives the kid money instead, not without telling him to drop by later to get some treats (that he's gonna make with his bare hands from scratch). The kiddo smiles back and says: "Sure!".

So Carmy gets to work right away and makes these amazing spooky treats, all kinds of them: Glowing Black Widow Oreo Pops, Monster Oreo Truffles, Jack-O'-Lantern Sandwich Cookies, Hocus Pocus S'mores Pops, Creepy Caramel Apple S’mores, etc. About 90 minutes later he hears another knock on the door and he thinks it's the mini chef coming back to cash his Halloween raincheck but it's Syd. Her gloomy face tells him all. He's terrified. She's coming to say goodbye. He can feel it. He knew this day was going to come since he found out about Shapiro's offer, not so long ago. He kicks himself for having said nothing and for not fighting for her. Truth is he didn't want to pressure her or influence her decision in any way. He wanted her to do what she considered right and arrive at that conclusion on her own. She did, and now there she is, standing in front of him with a sad look on her face that speaks volumes, about to tell him that their time together at The Bear has come to an end, she will start over elsewhere but still, thanks him for the opportunity. All of this goes through his mind in a matter of seconds as they exchange glances and breathe the same statically charged air. They both feel like a storm is about to break. The kid suddenly shows up right behind her and when she turns to see him her heart melts, just like Carmy's did earlier. She can't help but show it with a long: "Awwwwww!". So Carmy, who up until that moment was entranced and carefully choosing his final words for his soon-to-be former business partner and someone who could have been soooo much more but never got to be, forces a smile for the kid and in a soft and almost playful tone that Syd never heard before coming from him, cheerfully says: "Hey buddy! Glad, you're back, chef. I was waiting for you, please come on in I have lots of candy for you, you're gonna love my Halloween menu!" The kid's eyes are now completely out of its pockets and that smile is out of this world. "WOOOOW! OMG! This is amazing! I've never seen soooo much candy in my entire life!" "Well, now you have, enjoy it! I especially recommend the Hocus Pocus S'mores Pops, I just had one myself. The kid took a bite and in a matter of seconds was blown away! "They have marshmallow in them! WHAT?!" "Yes, chef!" "OMG, thank you, Sir! This is insane! Best Halloween ever! Thanks!" "My pleasure! Don't forget those truffles!" "No way!" Syd, still by the open door holding her tote bag's handles with both hands for dear life, looks at the excited little chef and wishes him a Happy Halloween, moving out of his way to let him go carrying a bag full of delicious homemade candy by Carmen Berzatto and a bright, joyous and energetic spirit that lights up the whole room and brings a smile to her face too. Once the kid is gone, she looks back up to find Carmy looking back at her, with fingers covered in chocolate and smelling like caramel and she has a change of heart right there and then. Carmy, still silent, waiting for the worst, looks at her pleading mercy. "Sorry, it's almost midnight, I know." "No, it's OK. Come in, Syd. Please." "Yeah." "Sit down. Can I get you something?" "No, no, it's fine-I-I..." "You came here to quit?" She says nothing. All she can focus on is the smell that comes from the kitchen, that is nothing but unbelievable, and the slight mess on the counter that shows signs of having been through a lot lately. "No, Carmy, I came here to talk about this." She produces her cell from her bag and proceeds to check her email and sign the Docusign that has been sitting in her inbox for months. His phone buzzes and he looks at it but doesn't move to go get it. He just stands there. Petrified. Scared. "I need you to send me a new access link, this one expired. I wanna sign the agreement."

A/N: Spooky recipes & treats

Dividers by @violetbudd

[bobaheadshark]

❄️ you make christmas sound like a four letter word 🧣

🔪 a sydcarmy story 🍋 rated E, oneshot, 9k words 🔗 http://ao3.org/works/52878931

(or, a thing that i was meaning to post quickly on christmas, which got really out of hand.) snippet below

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Syd whips around. She’s looking down at the spoon, but when she looks up, he’s looking at her. Taking a breath. Face a frazzle of confusion, eyes electric blue.

She steps closer to him again. Points the spoon at him like a dagger. His gaze flickers, between her and the spoon, too. But he doesn’t flinch.

It feels like she has all the control here. Besides, it’s Christmas. It’s about giving. The only sign of his restlessness is how his knuckles have whitened. He grips the metal bench harder with every step she’s taken to invade his space.

“Not too sweet.” Syd says, emphatically.

“No.”

Syd stares at him. Wonders if he also feels the weird thing that’s slithering into her gut, the tidy monster they’d kept in this kitchen but with only the two of them knowing. It has grown, and is the voice in her head going now, saying yes, yes, yes.

“So you admit you’re wrong?” Syd continues. Carmy’s face is inches from her own. He smells like cheap softener, cranberries, and sweat.

“I’m rarely wrong.”

“But you are a liar.”

“Call it being selective with the truth.”

She runs the sticky end of the spoon along his jaw, just to test him.

He sucks in a breath, sharp through his nostrils, whole body vibrating with it. Still, he doesn’t back off, or take his eyes off hers.

“You’re a hundred percent on Santa’s shitheads list.” Syd says.

“Good that he’s not here to see this, then.”

Syd nods. Spoon poking slightly at the underside of his jaw, the right side of his mouth where flesh softens to artery. “I think he’d be upset that you didn’t channel the festive spirit. Like, how you never wished me Merry Christmas.”

“Oh.” Carmy says, quieter. Gaze flicking to her cheek, then back up. “My mistake. Merry Christmas, Syd.”

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[laviejaguardia]

Chapter 2 is up!!

SydCarmy, Post-Canon, Slow Build. WIP.

[creativesaturn]

Summary: Emily gets home from work and you can't think of a better way to help both of you.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: Oral (emily receiving) , not much else but lmk if I should add anything!

Word count: 825

Emily walked through her apartment doors after a long case, setting her things down and smiling as she listened to your fast footsteps run to meet her.

"Em!" You smiled widely, running towards her. You wrapped your arms around her neck and brought her into a heated kiss.

She relaxed into the kiss, slowly pulling away with a smirk written on her face. "Hi, lovely."

"I missed you." You whispered, dragging a hand up her chest.

"Mhm.. I've missed you, too." She responded in the same low tone. She rested her hands on your hips and observed your body. You were wearing one of Emily's button up shirts that seemed to cover over your naked body beside the underwear underneath. Your hair is only slightly messy, and your face was red and sweaty as if you were running.

"I hope you're not dressed like this for anyone else." Emily smirked. You had a habit of yearning for Emily when she wasn't able to help you. You've always tried to help yourself, but it hardly ever worked.

"I waited all day for you, Em... You know it's not the same when I do it." You mumbled, nestling your head into the crook of her neck.

"So, you haven't finished yet?" Emily asked, placing light kissing on your cheek and cupping your ass in her hands.

You shook your head, beginning to place light kisses on her neck, leading to her ear. "I just wanna taste you." You pleaded.

"I know how stressed you are. Just wanna help you." You whined into her ear, letting your hands slide between your two bodies to untuck her shirt from her pants.

Emily let out a soft moan once she felt your cold hands snake up her shirt to her bra. "What would I do without you?" She laughed through her uneven breath.

A smile tugged at your lips as you softly retracted your hands from beneath her shirt.

You bit your bottom lip in a smile as you ran to your shared bedroom in a loud giggle.

Emily stayed behind with a chuckle and a smile as she removed her coat and began unbuttoning her shirt on her way to the room, pushing the door open to see you sitting on the edge of the bed.

She slid her shirt off and let it fall to the floor, walking to slide herself between your legs. "All mine, yeah?" She whispered, pressing her lips into yours.

"Mhm." You nodded, holding her face into yours before pulling away. "Lay down." You suggested, she nodded and moved to sit beside you, pushing herself deeper into the middle of the mattress.

You turned around and crawled between her legs, moving to her face to give her a light kiss before moving to her pants. Unzipping them and pulling them off her legs.

You picked her thighs up and gave them open mouth kisses before you reached the fabric of her underwear. You looked up at her through your eyelashes, watching her face as you pushed her underwear to the side.

You bit your bottom lip to the sight of her glistening cunt. You adjusted yourself slightly before licking a stripe through her folds, earning a gasp from Emily's mouth.

You smiled, proud of the sounds you received. You wrapped your lips around her throbbing clit, sucking lightly and moaning at the taste.

"Oh, so good..." Emily moaned, throwing her head back. "So good f'me..." She whined.

You moaned in response, teasing her entrance with your tongue before sliding it inside her gummy walls.

Emily's hand landed on the back of your head, grinding her hips deeper onto your tongue.

You attacked her cunt in an uncontrolled manner. The taste of her setting you on fire, your mind fogged with desire and the sounds of her moans only setting you off more.

Her grip on your hair tightened and you could feel her thighs tighten around your head, it almost hurt. But something about it was electrifying. Her body writhed and the moaning of your name told you she was going to cum soon.

Soon meaning at that very moment, your eyes shut as you felt her release onto your tongue. Continuing to eat her out to gather everything she gave you.

Her back arched as she quickly became overstimulated, "One more?" You pleaded as your mouth left wet kisses around her entrance.

She shook her head, "Mm-mm.. Too much." She groaned, pulling your head away by your hair.

You nodded, respecting her wishes. You brought your face to hers, staring at her bangs that stuck to her forehead and the way she breathed out her mouth to better catch her breath.

You placed a light kiss on the top of her nose to bring her back, her eyes fluttering open as a smile spread on her lips. The look of the bottom half of your face glistened from the moon light, granting a soft chuckle from her before she spoke.

"Your turn." She grinned, petting your hair with the same hand that pulled it.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[theonlyamazingtazmin]

AU Fic where Mikey is still alive. Carmy has been with Claire long term. Carmy’s an executive chef at some place. Despite his family increasing prodding on marriage to Claire and stress, he finds friendship in Syd, his new employee who he’s definitely not having a deeply intense filled with painful yearning and electrifying chemistry emotional affair

[tvgremlin]

I just need sydcarmy fluff where they finally get their first star and LOVE CONFESSIONS galore!

you’re such a wonderful writer🫂🫂🫂🫂

Here you go! And thank you so much for the compliment, you are too kind!!

I've had terribille writers block latley but mark my words I will get through my prompts backlog! If you want to add to it my inbox is always open, just be warned that it may take a minute for me to respond <3

Read the rest of the prompts on ao3 here.

Stars

They are in the kitchen when they find out.

Standing side by side at the expo counter, the toes of their shoes pressed together as they wait. 

“Holy shit,” she says when the call pops up on her phone, dropping the device beside the ticket printer, “it’s-“

Her voice dies in her throat as he picks up the call, putting it on speaker.

“Is this Sydney Adamu?” The woman asks.

“Yes, this is she” her is voice shaking. She can feel Carmy’s hand on her back, holding her up.

“And Carmen Bearzatto,” he says.

“Wonderful,” They can hear the smile in her voice. “Well, I’m calling with good news. The Bear has been awarded a Michelin star. We’ll see you tomorrow at the ceremony. Congratulations.”

The woman hangs up before either one can say anything.

They look at each other for a moment. The air between them is charged. Something new inhabits the space.

He pulls her close. She melts into his embrace. 

She is crying now, tears of joy and relief staining his whites.

“We did it,” she repeats over and over, “We fucking did it.”

He is holding her so tight. She can feel his heartbeat, can feel how <i>alive</i> he is here.

<i>They did it. They made it.</i>

She thinks of them in New York, all scarred hands and rough edges. Blood orange and messy grief, a disaster still in progress.

She thinks of them in the Beef’s kitchen, talking about everything and nothing all at once. She can still feel his hands on her shoulders and can hear how he yelled when everything fell apart.

And she thinks of them side by side during service, so in sync, it scares the new line cook. She keeps him grounded as he lights a fire beneath her feet.

He squeezes her arm, his nose pressed into her cheek. He surrounds her. She hopes it is always this way. 

When he kisses her she realizes that this, this was how it was supposed to be. This is the love that the poets promised. 

He tastes like nicotine and the pasta she made for family. Like <i>home.</i>

In her arms he is soft. He touches her like she might disappear, tender and all-consuming. 

When they separate he presses his forehead to hers, lingering in her space. 

“I love you,” he says like it’s an easy thing, like this is how it’s always been.

“I love you too.” It feels like breathing to say it back. <i>They are alive.</i>

His hands cup her face. She is so beautiful. 

She smiles and he laughs. 

“I love you,” he repeats, “I love you and we have a fucking star.”

She is laughing now too, a fresh round of tears falling. <i>She is so fucking happy.<i>

“I love you, and we have to <i>retain a fucking star</i>.”

He wipes a tear from her cheek.

“We can do it,” He kisses her again, sweet and chaste, “It will be okay.”

Her hands are in his hair, carding soft curls through her fingers. She loves him. He loves her. This is all there needs to be.

“I know.” 

[16sydd16]

Get in, Loser! We're going... to fall in love?

Regina George is cold, hard, shiny plastic. Cady Heron is a Loser (read: formerly-homeschooled ray of sunshine) intent on softening that plastic until it can mold itself into something... friendlier. Need I say more?

or

The one where Regina isn't as tough as she seems, and Cady isn't so scared of her.

Chapter 27 is up now!!

Ft. this note that I apparently thought was VERY important. Sometimes I wonder why I even leave editing notes. Sigh.

Please go read it and let me know what you think!!