#Captain syverson x tall ofc

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Letters From Home - Syverson x OFC (WWII AU)

I know I haven't posted in for friggin ever, but I am writing. I promise!

This particular one I blame on my current obsession: Band of Brothers (which in case you were curious, yes I have stories in progress for that too) and my constant love for Captain Syverson lol So it's kind not exactly a crossover but it's def inspired by!

Summary: Set during WWII. Noah Syverson like many others joins the Army and volunteers for the paratroopers. Just before he ships out he runs into a girl who asks if she could write him while he's off fighting.

Warnings: 18+ content, no smut but less than appropriate behavior and language, mentions of death, war, nightmares, PTSD, mention of pregnancy, happy ending

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Joanna was jogging down the steps of the courthouse, done with her work for the day and her mind already on her plans to go dancing tonight with her friends, and paid no mind to the two men in uniform walking down the street until she ran straight into one of them at the bottom of the stairs.

"Easy there." The one she ran into caught her around her upper arms as she bounced off of him.

She looked flustered as she got her feet under her once again, "Oh geez, sorry." She faltered a little as she looked up at the man still halfway holding her upright, just in case.

"You're alright." He gave her arms a gentle squeeze and stepped out of her way.

Joanna gave each of the men a polite smile, eyes darting between them. Both tall and wide with easy, matching smiles and nearly identical blue eyes. Their uniforms clean, sharp and their posture proud. When she continued on her way she spared one glance over her shoulder to where they had just started walking again.

As for the men they strode on down the sidewalk past the regal old, southern style courthouse and towards downtown. The older of the two glanced back at the retreating girl, "Wasn't that Henry Garrisons little girl?"

The man's younger brother scoffed, glanced back for himself, most folks still referred to her as that simply because compared to her four, older brothers, she was still very much the 'little girl' of the Garrison Family. "Yeah, it was."

"Bet you wouldn't mind bumping into her again, huh?" His older brother gave him a good natured shove.

Noah Syverson gave his oldest brother a shove right back. Not that he'd admit it out loud, but no, he wouldn't.

Luck was on his side because later that night he did just that. Allbeit a little less accidental than the first time. "Well, hello again." Syverson came to stand close behind her at the refreshments table.

To her credit she didn't flinch of anything, just turned to face him with a smile.

"So this is why you were in such hurry earlier?" He smirked down at her, his back straight and his eyes drilling into hers.

"Maybe." She smirked back at him before turning back to the table and accepted a glass of punch. "When do you ship out?"

"Train leaves tomorrow mornin'." He shook his head when the woman behind the table offered him a glass.

Joanna nodded, "Two of my brothers are already over there," Her face was softer, her smile a little less bright. "Where are you headed?"

Sy hadn't really thought out what he might talk to her about, but he hadn't expected it to be the war. He gestured off to one side, silently asking her over to a quieter side of the hall. "First to training. Won't tell us anything 'till after we make it through that."

She sipped at her punch and nodded, "One of the ladies at work said you and your brother both volunteered to be paratroopers."

His smirk grew a little wider, imaging the ladies at the courthouse gossiping about the local young men over the clack of their typewriters. "Yes ma'am. Didn't realize it was town news though."

Joanna had the good, Baptist decency to blush and look the tiniest bit embarassed. "Just gossip for now." Her eyes flicked back up to his, such a pretty, Irish, green. She was smirking again against the lip of her glass as she added, "They won't run it in the paper until y'all jump into Germany."

That got an honest chuckle out of him and he liked the way her eyes sharpened as she gave him the verbal jab.

Joanna Garrison had been in the same grade as his youngest brother, Able, both of them graduating high school just last year. He vaguely recalled the few times he had mentioned the Garrison girl. The one that came to mind just then was how Able had told him about her having to stay late for a week during their ninth grade year. She'd been been made to clean chalkboards as punishment for talking back to a teacher, one too many times. She was spunky.

"So how long have you been working at the courthouse?" Noach redirected the conversation away from himself.

"Just since school. Dad pulled a couple strings to get me in the typists pool while we wait to hear back about college." Mr. Garrison was the Sheriff and a military man himself back in the first World War. Joanna followed up her answer with a question of her own, "Why the paratroopers?"

Syverson sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and thought for a minute. "Everyone says they'll be the first ones in." He knew that wasn't much of an answer but he didn't really have a better one to offer her. "You know where your brothers are?" Noah redirected the conversation away from himself once again.

She must have noticed, but didn't say anything. Instead she gave a slight shrug and scanned the crowd packed into the hall. "Junior is in Italy, Greg was in North Africa somewhere last letter we got but that's been several weeks. Then, uh, Sean is in basic training right now and Connor is waiting for orders."

Sy nodded. Wondered what is was like for the parents and the sisters, or the brothers too young. He wondered what it was like for her to have the brothers she'd grown up with all ripped away and thrown overseas. He tried not to think about his own mother. What it meant for her to have her own sons not only to be leaving for war, but to have volunteered for the hardest and most dangerous profession they could.

"You sure have a lot of letters to write." Sy gave her a grin, sneaking a look at her, up and down, trying to memorize they way she looked standing there in front of him with a kind smile and those pretty green eyes. He wouldn't be any more forward than that. He had no right to be. He barely knew the girl but she was pretty, and smart and he was leaving tomorrow.

"I don't mind." She cocked her head slightly to one side and smiled.

He caught her giving him a once over of her own and had to fight back the urge to push his luck.

There was no need because she added, "I wouldn't mind writing one more."

Sy nearly broke out in a wide smile at her indirect and nearly cheeky offer. Instead he licked his lips and ducked his head, with his back straight and his hands behind his back, he stepped just a bit closer and stood at her side. "Just be sure not to use any big words. Remember, I'm just a simple, country boy."

She smiled and even rolled her eyes, and boy did that please him. Joanna locked eyes with him, "I'll do my best."

~~~

Noah,

I have to admit, I'm nervous to write this letter, I'm not sure what to write at all if I'm honest.

I realize now that we really, hardly know each other at all. I do hope to change that though, and so I will write. Even if i'm not sure what to say.

Hopefully your training is going well. I read an article in Life Magazine this week about Paratroopers; the training you will have to go through and though it sounds hard for certain, I have faith that life on a west Texas ranch has probably prepared you better than some of your fellow soliders.

You'll have to tell me about them. I have to admit I''m curious what all kinds of men you'll be fighting with. What kind of man decides to go and do this dangerous thing?

As far as home goes, it is mostly the same, and I'm sure not nearly as interesting as the training you are doing.

I hope you are well and I hope you are able to write.

Joanna

~~~

Joanna,

I was glad to get your first letter. Don't worry about what to write. I'll be happy to read whatever it is.

I'm lucky to have a pretty girl from back home writing me. I hope I can keep your attention long enough to get more.

We've been told not to write home about much of what we do but I can say the training is hard yet satisfying and we have a good bunch of boys here. From all over. Country boys like me and plenty from small towns and big cities like Chicago, New York and San Francisco.

I'm sorry this letter is so short. Something you should know about me is I'm not a man of many words. But, I promise I look forward to your letters and will write whenever I can.

All goes well, by the time you receive this I'll be an Airborne Paratrooper.

Noah

~~~

Dear Noah,

I was so happy to receive your letter, as short as it was. There's no need to apologize for that. I can only imagine there's much more for you to do there than just write to me.

I ran into your mama in town the other day and she was beyond pleased to tell me about her sons the paratroopers. She's very proud of you. I iamgine we all are here, in our little town so far removed from what you are about to do.

For what it is worth I am very proud of you.

I feel a little foolish telling you that I'm about to go off to the teachers college in Austin. Considering where you are about to be off to. But I do feel much safer telling you than anyone else, that i'm scared I'll find I'm not as smart as some have led me to believe. I guess we will find out. I've also never been so far from home. I realize how silly that sounds in a letter to you, all things considered.

Truthfully I find some strength in that. If you can go across the country, across the sea to the other side of the world to jump out of planes and fight Nazis, well, then surely I can survive a few years at a big, fancy college.

I'll include my address at the dorms so your letters can still find me. I've read that the paratroopers will be shipping out soon. If that's true I hope that you and the boys are strong and brave and as superior as we all believe you to be.

Until your next, Joanna

~~~

Jo,

We are staging in England for now, more training.

I never would have guessed I'd be jumping out of airplanes. It's terrifying but I enjoy it.

The area we are in reminds me a little of home, except much cooler and greener. But the people are friendly and it's farm country. From here Lord only knows where we will go. There's lots of talk but that's all it is for now.

You'll do fine at college, I'm sure of it. I'd rather jump out of a plane with no parachute. I know you'll do well.

I can see you as a teacher. But if you'd been mine you'd probably get sick of trying to get me to pay attention. None of the teachers I ever had were as easy to look at as you, I know I'd have been in trouble.

I don't know how often I'll be able to write after this but I hope you'll keep writing. It will give me something to look forward to, catching up on all your letters.

Noah

~~~

Noah,

College is much different than I imagined. Some days I think I would also prefer jumping from a plane with no parachute. My classes are okay, for the most part. Except for maths, I've never been good at it and to be completely honest could care less. The professor is not my favorite either. That does not help.

I read about the invasion of Normandy in a paper at the Library and I pray that you are well and safe and fighting. It seems to be the only thing people are talking about right now. Part of me will be holding my breath until I hear from you and know that you are safe. As safe as you can be at least.

From what I've heard you were trouble in school to begin with, even with the 'not so easy to look at' teachers we had in our little hometown.

But, I admit I enjoy knowing knowing you seem to think I'm distracting.

Your friend, Joanna

~~~

Noah,

I'm tempted to quit reading the papers because they only make me worry.

You asked me to write and so I will continue to write, until I get a response of some kind.

College has gotten easier, or rather I've settled in I suppose. I've made friends with a few girls on the floor in my dorm. All of them from small, middle of nowhere towns like you and I. They're nice girls and I'm glad I found them.

I'll be going home for Christmas soon and I plan on dropping in on your folks if that's ok.

Will y'all be able to celebrate? Do you even feel like celebrating? Hope to hear from you soon,

Joanna

~~~

Noah,

I think more than anything I'm writing this letter for myself. To say the things I can't say anywhere else.

My brother Gregory has been killed in action.

They notified my parents yesterday morning. Dad called me and had to tell me over the phone.

I've never heard him sound the way he sounded on that call and that nearly broke my heart. Even more than the loss of my brother. Hearing the pain in my fathers voice was so painful I could hardly breath and I feel as though my head is empty. I could not bring myself to go to class today. What's the point?

I'm so angry. I don't even know who I'm angry at. War? Can I be angry at war? I find myself so angry that all I can do is cry. I sob and weep until I feel sick to my stomach and then my head goes all fuzzy and empty again.

I don't know what else to say other than I hope you are okay.

Joanna

~~~

Jo,

I'm sorry it's been this long and I'm sorry to hear about your brother.

I know more than most you see everyday that there are no words. Your brother was a good man and I'm sure a good solider. You should be proud of him and you have every right to be angry. Just promise you will take care of yourelf.

I'm fine. I survived the jump in Normandy and a dozen other engagements since. I was shot in the leg not that long ago in Holland, nothing serious but it got me a scar and a purple heart. It was the stay in the hospital that let your letters catch up to me so I am glad for that.

The way things are going I don't think we'll get much of a Christmas. I hope that you are able to spend the time with your folks and find some peace in that. I

know I haven't been able to write but I do think of you. In the little, fleeting moments those of us on the front lines get. We try not to think about home much, but when I do I think of you. I hope that's okay.

Noah

~~~

Noah,

Your letter was a relief. More than I could have imagined. I'm glad you're okay aside from the new scar.

I leave for home tomorrow morning and won't be back at school until after the New Year. I think the time back home will help but it will be hard.

I'm sorry I don't have much to say this time.

I promise I will write you more when I am home.

And yes that is certainly okay. Reading that you think of me made me smile for the first time in a week. I think of you often and hope to hear from you soon.

Joanna

~~~

Noah,

Merry Christmas!

The holiday has been hard. Church was nearly unbearable with everyone offering condolances. I prayed for you and for the boys. I hope you are all well but especially you.

I went and visited your folks today. I'm sorry, but I hope that's okay. Your mama was sweet and fed me lunch even though I insisted I had just eaten. She told me all about you and your brother the paratroopers. Especially you. She said that I'd like you the best and she'll invite me over for dinner once you're home again. I

didn't mention that we'd been exchanging letters since you shipped off. I'm not quite ready to go back to school yet but I also can't imagine staying home for much longer either.

Can you tell me anything about where you are and what you're doing? If not I understand. I think I might like to know.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Yours Joanna

~~~

Jo,

I've never been as cold as I've been this winter. I can't write much about where we are without the Army blacking it out or pulling my letter all together. Just know that going is hard but we keep going. A couple of my buddies caught me rereading your letters while we here huddled up in a foxhole trying not to freeze to death. They gave me hell and made me tell them all about you.

It took our minds off things for awhile. They're still riding me about it. About my girl I've been keeping a secret.

I know I have no right to think of you that way let alone talk about you that way. But I do, consider you my girl.

Damned if I hope you don't hate me for it.

Noah

P.S. Everyone here calls me Sy, the only time I hear or see or even use my given name is in these letters.

Noah,

It's funny you should say that. Just the other day, in the library, a girl was sitting with us and prattling on about how she was so scared for her boyfriend who was working as a clerk for some officer in Paris and how he told her he might have to go with him to some station close to the front.

I was sleep deprived from studying and on edge and... well I may have snapped a little. Went off about how my boyfriend had jumped into Normandy with the Airborn and was wounded in Holland so her boyfriend could sit safe and sound at some desk and suck on his paper cuts.

I'm not proud of my behavior I admit, but I will admit I feel better knowing you might not be too awful upset with my actions.

Tests are coming up and I think the stress has been getting to me. I'm almost looking forward to the summer just so I can go back to my job at the courthouse typing in the pool. But then, I suppose, I'll just have to go back and finish the second year before I can work as a teacher. I hope that by then you will be home.

Your girl,

Jo

~~~

Jo,

I probably told every guy in my company about what you said to that girl in the library. Every one of them laughed, even the CO. He says I'm a lucky guy. He's right.

We had a rough go here recently but we are somewhere relatively quiet now and we are sleeping with a real roof over our head. When we cleared the town I may have taken the COs advice and sent you a package. It cost me 2 packs of cigarettes to get it mailed so be sure you let me know that you got it.

I don't think we'll be here long but we are trying to make the best of it we can.

Don't be mad but I did get wounded again, nothing major, just a chunk of shrapnel in my side. It tore through my canteen so it didn't do as much damage as it could have. Our doc fixed me up so I didn't have to go back to aid station.

I'm trying to make it home in one piece. I promise. Noah

~~~

His letters were less frequent after that but they still came and she was grateful for each of them.

She had been shocked when the first package of silver trinkets had arrived. There were several of those through the next year. Beautiful hand mirrors, cups, cutlery and once an ornate silver picture frame that had taken her breath away.

Her roommate had watched her open that package and made a snarky comment. "Does your Lieutenant boyfirend have any fellow paratroopers looking to send some spoils of war home to a nice girl from Dallas?"

Jo had included that in her next letter, smirking as she had written it.

Sy had even responded that she should be careful what she wished for.

There was a long gap in his letters after that. Though she continued to write, knowing from experience that if he were alive the Army would eventually get her letters to him.

Finally one came, shorter than nearly all the others. In it he told her he'd been promoted once again, to Captain now, and he had no idea how or why. The way he saw it he was still just a simple country boy from Texas there to do a job.

In her response Joanna had pointed out to him that if she had to guess, the promotions were becuase he did his job and did it well.

She was in her last semester of college when she got this biggest package of loot she'd yet recieved and quite possibly the longest letter he'd ever written her.

Jo, I

don't have the words to describe to you the beauty of where we are now, but I promise you one of these days I'll do whatever it takes to bring you here to see the mountains.

They're something you have to see to believe.

Some of us have never seen anything like this place. It doesn't even feel like we are fighting a war anymore.

We were able to take control of a town, nearly every house in it was packed with fancier shit than we had ever seen. I won't even tell you what it cost me to send this package but me and the boys, we couldn't help ourselves. As always we were the first ones in and there was no chance we weren't taking everything we could carry.

Some letters from my ma caught up to me here and in every one of them she mentions you. You made an impression.

The picture you sent was a pleasant surprise. Just as beautiful as I remember.

Part of me hopes the war is really over and if I could I'd be there in time for your graduation I would. I'm proud of you.

A few of the guys in my company have had a hard time with their girls back home. Letters stop, or worse a letter comes telling them she's tired of waiting. A couple guys have even found out their getting divorced by letter.

I'm grateful for you and your patience. Believe me when I say that when I come home I'll do right by you. God willing that's soon. It feels like it might be.

Noah.

~~~

It's the week of the county fair when Sy finally comes home. HIs older brother is the one that convinces him to put their uniforms on and go to the street dance that night. He wouldn't admit it but he was looking for her the second they stepped out of the old truck. He and his brother had been bogged down by boys and men alike shaking their hands and wanting all the stories. Sy let his brother do most the talking, that's how it had always been, and that gave him the chance to look around.

When he finally saw her she was with a group of girls off to the side, a big group 7 or 8, most the girls hanging on every word some weak chinned little privates were spewing. Not her though, she was sipping her punch and smiling politely, eyes glazed over and a million miles away. Setting his jaw he gave his brother a pat on the back and headed that way.

She didn't notice him right away, not until he came to stand behind the privates and straightened his back. "You boys given these ladies a hard time?" One of them turned around to smart off but they both immediatly snapped to attention and answered, "no sir" Sy nodded his head to the side and they slunk away, defeated. The women fawned and blushed, everyone of them batted their eyes and given him their prettiest smile. Not Jo though, her eyes were narrowed, then flicked briefly back behind her eyelids as she smirked. She did blush after he'd held her gaze a little too long but on her it was the most beautiful damn thing. "Miss Joanna, I was hopin you'd walk with me a bit, maybe let me have a dance."

After they had left the gossiping group of girls safely behind them, Joanna spoke, "I don't know how many letters I wrote you but now I feel like… with you here in front of me I don't know what to say." She chuckled a little at herself.

"You don't gotta say nothin' if you don't feel like it. I'm perfectly happy to just walk with you."

She blushed again, smiled and looked down at the ground, "So am I."

They had walked the length of their little hometowns main street and had turned around again. The music growing louder as they came up to the edge of the crowd. Joanna looked up at him almost shy, "You mean it earlier when you said you'd like to dance?" Sy had pushed her around the street to the next song and his chest puffed out when at the end of that song she had shooed away a young man asking for the next dance, wrapping herself around Sys arm instead.

This song was slower and Sy took the opportunity to finally get her talking. She'd always had so much to say in her letters and he had looked forward to hearing her ramble on the way he knew she would. Thus far she'd been holding back on him. "Y'know I bet I hadn't been home half an hour before my Mama was tellin me all about that good Garrison girl down the creek that had been stoppin' by."

Jo laughed and rolled her eyes a tiny bit, "Is that so?"

"It is." Sy tugged her a little closer, "Tellin me all about how pretty she was and sweet, smart too, sayin' she's just graduated from the teachers college and everything."

"Sounds like a hell of a girl." Jo was fighting back a smile, her cheeks still the half embarrassed pretty pink color they'd been since he'd stood in front of her earlier.

"That's what I said." He was grinning now. "She backhanded me for cussin in the house but she said she's plannin' on inviting this girl to dinner Sunday after church and I better be on my best behavior."

That finally got a real laugh out of her, "And how did Captain Noah J. Syverson take that?"

The song stopped but he didn't let her go, "Like any good southern man would," He paused not able to hold back his smile, "I said yes ma'am" Both of them laughing he guided them out of the crowd to a quieter spot against the brick wall of the bank. He watched her lean back against the wall and tilt her chin up at him smiling and her eyes bright. "God you're gorgeous." He pulled his lip between his teeth and studied her intently, "I was worried, it had been so long maybe I had built up this…fantasy of you, readin' your letters and thinkin' bought you."

Joanna's eyes went wide, her heart pounding all the sudden.

"You're so beautiful Joanna, I mean it."

She shook her head, her words not coming right away and Sy had got the slightest bit nervous, "You called me Jo in your letters." She smiled softly and his nerves settled

Understanding Sy nodded, 'I'd like to come by tomorrow, visit with your folks. Would that be okay?"

"Why you wanna do that?"

Sy smiled, "You've had the last few yaers to get on my family's good side, I got some catchin' up to do."

~~~

He didn't really have that much catching up to do.

When he showed up at the ranch in his uniform with his paratrooper patch, captains bars, jump wings and ribbons, that had been enough for her father. And lord knows every 'yes ma'am' and clumsy wink as her mother refilled his coffee cup was gaining him ground.

Sometimes Jo would get twisted around. They'd been writing like sweethearts for years, but now every time they were together she felt like a silly, little girl. Nervous and blushing. She'd nearly forgotten how tall he was and how handsome. He'd put on muscle too and his face had changed. Not the look of it but his eyes mostly, the way he set his jaw and the way his eyes were a little harder than other boys in town. The ones that hadn't seen what he had.

It felt like they were getting to know eachother all over again, only in person this time. Syverson was a patient man though, and gave her time. He'd known he was gonna marry her from that day in the freezing fucking forest of Bastogne. Swore up and down to himself that if he made it home, he'd marry her.

She came around fast though, got more comfortable with him. Soon she was rolling her eyes at him and cracking jokes.

She was the one that kissed him first even.

They'd gone to the next town over for dinner and when he'd opened the door of his truck for her she turned. Her hands grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to kiss her.

Sy had been nothing but a gentleman those first few weeks but when she pulled that stunt his resolve faltered.

WIth a groan, one hand still braced on the truck door, he wrapped his free arm around her and held her close. He felt the air rush out of her as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. When she opened her mouth to his he groaned again, nearly a growl, and she gave up the sweetest little moan when he had backed her up against the seat of the pickup truck.

WIth both hands he touched her. Some decent part of him reminding him to keep it together. Only holding her hips or her waist, until one hand vetured up to softly cradle her neck. His touch there made her moan again and this time he felt it in his fingertips.

Finally he pulled back and just looked her over, his thumb under her chin keeping her face tipped up towards his. Her eyes opened slowly and when they did, and met his, she grinned. Biting her lip she tried to look away but he brought her right back. She licked her lips as she fought to hold his gaze.

"C'mere darlin'." Sy watched her eyes slip close and her mouth open before he could even claim her lips again. The way she let him press up against her and nipped at his bottom lip was driving him crazy.

The sound of a slamming car door down the street startled them both but all Sy could do was laugh. Looking over his shoulder to locate the source of the sound before ushering her up into the seat. His broad back blocking her from view he stole one more kiss. "Could do that a long time." He murmured against her lips.

Jo kissed him back but looked a little bashful again. "Yeah?"

Cautiously, he put a hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze over her skirt. "Mhmm." He took another quick kiss. When he pulled back, looked her in the eye, she was smiling. "I love you, know that right?"

She reached a hand up to his jaw and ghosted her fingers over the scruff of the beard he was growing, "You sure?"

He chuckled, grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm, "Pretty sure darlin'." Sy winked at her and forced himself to step back, close the truck door and walk around to the drivers side.

When he climbed in and pulled his door closed she slid across the bench seat and kissed him again. This time her hand was braced on his thigh and Jo took charge. Sy let her, with a groan and a hand on her waist to keep her steady as she very nearly was in his lap.

By the time Joanna pulled back Sy was trying to catch his breath and his dick was getting hard, so close to where her hand laid on his thigh. Lifting his hand to her face he pulled her back, "Damn baby," He kissed her, sloppy and quick, and pulled her closer. "What's that for?" He swiped his tongue into her mouth, letting her know he wasn't complaining.

Her lips diverted from his and settled near his ear while her hand left his thigh to lay flat against his chest, "Love you too." Then she sat back and stopped touching him entirely.

WIth a groan Noah clenched a fist around the steering wheel and fought the urge to adjust himself in his pants. When he looked at her she was just stilling there, middle of the seat looking pretty and sweet, innocent as could be if it weren't for her swollen lips and flush on her neck and cheeks.

"Not sure if that was you being sweet or bein' real mean sweetheart. But fuck if I didn't like it." Sy laughed and started the truck. He smiled when she laughed too, not flinching at his foul mouth.

She simply slid back and closed the little distance between them on the seat. Settling into his side as Sy started the truck up and draped his arm over the back of the seat and around her shoulders. "You better get off your ass and marry me soon then Syverson."

Sy barked out a laugh, taking his left hand off the wheel to shift the truck into second gear rather than move his right from around her shoulders. Steering properly again he looked over at her, "Oh yeah? Or else what?" He tugged slightly at the end of her braid where it hung long and neat over her shoulder.

"Or else I'll start bein" really mean." She winked at him, before kicking her long legs up on the bench seat and leaning back against him.

Taking his hand off the wheel again to shift the truck up into third as he got them out on the highway, he smiled when he felt her lace her fingers through his and he gave them a squeeze. "Roger that."

~~~

Joanna wiped the ornate, silver frame gently with the rag in her hand. Thinking about how far the thing had traveled and how it had came to be in a little farmhouse in Texas. Taking a moment she looked at the picture in it. Noah in his uniform, pressed and sharp, decked in ribbons, and her in her wedding dress. Her mind wandered and she didn't hear him come up behind her.

His arms wrapped around her waist and his lips landed on her neck, "What you doin' darlin'?"

"Thinkin'."

He kissed her neck again, "'Bout what?"

She set the frame, stolen from some Nazi's home in Austria, gently back on the shelf. "What if I hadn't ran into you leaving the courthouse that day?"

Behind her Sy stood up straight, turned her around and set his hands low on her hips. "What'ya mean?"

"You barely knew me from Adam." She looked up at him, set her now empty hands on his broad chest and appreciated the way he had filled out in the years he'd been home. "If I hadn't come down those steps and bumped into you, we might never have been here."

Sy sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, as he often did when he had to think on his feet, "I'd have seen you at the dance."

"But you'd seen me at dances before. I know it. You never spared a look at a me." She arched her brows and challenged him.

"Now that," He reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass, "Is not true." He drilled his eyes into hers and leaned in close. "I spared you plenty of looks before. You, on the other hand, didn't have the time of day for me 'till you saw me in uniform." He gave her ass a swat this time as he chuckled.

She shoved at him playfully but licked her lips and met his gaze headon, "That…" she started before cracking a laugh of her own, "Is beside the point."

"I knew it!" Sy barked as he grabbed her up by the thights and carried her to the dining table, where he set her down and stepped between her legs. His hands stroking up and down her thighs as he leaned back down to kiss and nip at her neck. Smiling against her soft skin as his beard tickled her there. "All I know," He began still mouthing at her neck before moving up over her jaw and across the apple of her cheek. "Is I'm damn glad it all happened how it did."

Jo smiled against his lips as he kissed her deeply. She smiled even wider as she felt his hands slip under her sweater and his thumb stroke over the very beginning of the swell in her belly.

~~~

If he were honest, her question a bit ago had thrown him. What if she hadn't bumped into him that day?

Given the time to think about it later, with his pregnant wife naked and dozing draped across his chest, her hand resting on the scar in his side. She always paid the most attention to that one, and her fingers always found it as she bregan to drift off.

He wondered if he would have had the guts to approach her at the dance. He liked to think so.

Sy wouldn't ever tell her, but in his mind if she hadn't bumped into him on the courthouse steps that day... well... He might not have spoke to her ever. And when he thought of that he always wondered if he even would have survived the jump into Normandy. Or would he have froze to death in a foxhole without her letters to give his mind a break from the looming dispair.

Would he have been the leader he was if she wasn't on the other side of the world to be proud of him? Would he still have been the man that could charge German lines and command the respect of men enough to do the same?

Possibly worst of all he thought would have been if he had survived the war, but not had her to come home to. Would the nightmares and the lonlieness been too much for him alone?

How could another girl who hadn't been with him through it all understand the way he could stare across the pastures, not really seeing? Would another girl have tolerated the nights laying in bed beside him shivering, his body still thinking he was in that frozen forest? Or the way even now he would still sometimes flinch at a loud noise, expecting and incomming round that never came? Could another girl stand beside him at a funeral of a brother that came home but never really came home?

In her sleep Jo's hand flexed at his side and it brought him out of the spiraling thoughts. Instead he focused on her steady breathing and peaceful face. When he fell asleep that night there were no dreams, just the warmth and comfort of her beside him.

~~~~ The End ~~~

This is the first time I've written for Sy and i'm very attached to it! I have a few other ideas for him floating around so if y'all might be interested sure to let me know!

Thanks for reading!

#captain syverson #henry cavill #syverson #captain syverson x ofc #syverson x ofc #sy x ofc #henry cavill characters #sand castle #band of brothers #crossover ish

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.7

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1433

Warnings: ....*tired shrugging*

Sy found her in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch. The TV was on, but she didn’t seem to be watching it.

“Doll?” She just hummed at him, not even looking at him as he sat down next to her. “What’s on your mind?

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Mike’s tellin’ me you’re givin’ him one-word answers, and you’re makin’ yourself as unnoticeable as possible.”

“Well, I failed, obviously.”

“What’s up, Steph?” He asked and she was silent for such a long moment that he thought she wasn’t going to answer.

“You know,” She said, “I wonder if when you guys were growing up, if you tried to picture who your Mate was going to be. Were they going to be short? Tall? Funny? Smart? Blonde, brunette, redhead? But you got me. Surprise! Sorry.”

“You think we’re disappointed that it’s you?”

“Sy, last night when August realized I was his Mate, he was pissed.” She said, “More than that, he was offended that it was me. It’s why I asked if you guys had any control over it. Thought maybe, if you couldn’t control it, you could just blame that. It’s not you, though, it’s your wolf, and there’s something about me that makes it stand up and take notice. So it’s my fault, and I’m sorry.”

“Babe…”

“You and Geralt said that you would never ask me to do something that makes me uncomfortable.” She said, “Never ask me to do something I didn’t want to do. Well, guess what? I’m not going to hold you to the whole Mate thing. You guys are free to do whatever you want to whoever you want. Don’t let me stop you. Couldn’t even if I had any right to.”

“Stephanie, we--”

“August hasn’t so much as looked at me since last night, so I doubt he’ll suffer to be in the same room as me for as long as he needs to be.” Stephanie said, “So, tell him I’m sorry? I’m sorry that it was me. I’m sorry it wasn’t the person he’s had in his head since he was a kid. I’m sorry his, and all of yours, Mate ended up being this wreck of a person who was too fucking stupid to recognize that her abusive shithead of a boyfriend was a goddamn Feral wolf. I should have put two and two together. I knew he was a wolf, he was open about that from the start, but I should have known something was very wrong when he kept refusing to come with me to work functions because I work with other wolves. I should have fucking realized he was twisted the first time he hit me.” She blinked, a tear rolling down her face and he wanted to reach out and brush it away.

“Steph, baby, we’re not disappointed that it’s you.” Sy said, “Yeah, we haven’t known you for long, but goddamn, woman, you jumped in front of a knife to protect someone you only met that day.”

“I figured since he was after me, if I kept his attention on me, he would leave Mike alone, at least until you guys showed up.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said, “So don’t you think for a moment that we wish it was someone else.”

“But August--”

“Walker is a ragin’ asshole sometimes.” He said and she snorted. “Easiest way to deal with him and get him to not be a ragin’ asshole, is to give back what you get. Once he realizes he’s not gonna bulldoze you, he’ll ease up. It took me punchin’ him in the face for him to stop bein’ an overbearin’ prick to me.”

“Really?” She asked, looking at him, and he nodded.

“I was a Captain in the Army, he worked for one of the Alphabet Mafia, our paths crossed in Iraq, and he rolled in like he owned the place. Started givin’ orders to my men like he had any right to. Tried to tell me what to do, even. I told him to go fuck himself, that we weren’t his lackeys. He got in my face so I popped’im one. We were cool after that.” He explained and there was a moment's pause before she gave a snort, shaking her head.

“Stephanie.” They both looked over the back of the couch as Geralt came down the stairs.

“Hey, Geralt, are you disappointed that Steph is your Mate?” Sy asked and there was a pause.

“No?” He said, an eyebrow arched in question.

“Resent her at all for it?”

“No.”

“Wishin’ it was someone else?”

“No.” He said again, “I spoke to my contact on the Pack Council, let them know what happened.”

“Okay.” Stephanie said.

“They know how dangerous Lewis is because he can blend in as a Feral to the point where he can have relationships and employment.” Geralt said and she waited for him to continue. “And I informed them that you’re my Mate, and the others as well.”

“What they say to that?” Sy asked.

“They asked me to confirm that it’s all of us and I did.”

“Okay…” Stephanie said.

“One of their representatives is going to reach out to your work and landlord,” Geralt said, “You’re officially under our protection until the Feral wolf Jordan Lewis is either dead or in Council custody.”

“How do they know where I work and live?” She asked and he paused.

“I looked into you.” He said and she gave him a look. “Habit.”

“Why do they care what happens to me?” Stephanie asked, “I’m not a wolf.” They were starting to sound like a broken record with that phrase.

“No, but you’re the Mate of four Alphas, one of whom is a Council Tracker. Namely, myself.” Geralt said, “Also, if Lewis was able to get to you because they decided it was a human problem, it would look bad for them as he’s a Feral wolf and they have a very public agreement with federal law enforcement to handle Feral wolves when they make themselves known.”

“Oh.” She said.

“Other Trackers in the surrounding areas have been notified to be on the lookout for him.”

“He won’t make it easy.”

“They know.”

“So,” She started, pulling her knees to her chest and Geralt walked around the couch so she didn’t have to crane her neck to look at him, “Do Trackers have like…jurisdictions?”

“We’re less law enforcement, more bond enforcement.” Geralt said, “Local LEOs will contact the Pack Council when they think a Feral is in their jurisdiction, and they’ll send one of us to investigate. The locals foot the bill, but get reimbursed a set percentage by the Federal Government. They may not get all of their money back, but they’ll get most. We have areas that we stay in, kind of like jurisdictions, but sometimes we have to travel.”

“I actually knew Geralt from when I was a cop.” Walter said from the kitchen doorway, “This was before the decision was made to go public.”

“You were a cop?” Stephanie asked and he nodded.

“Lieutenant with Homicide.” He said, “Whenever we got a case that was particularly brutal, I contacted the Pack Council to have them send a Tracker out, to make sure it wasn’t a Feral that did it. If it was, then the murders miraculously stopped. If it wasn’t, then we got a fantastic stroke of good luck and were able to make an arrest. One time they sent out Geralt. Imagine my surprise when, a couple years after we went public, he showed up in Sy’s territory bleeding and half dead.”

“Geralt?” Stephanie asked and he shrugged.

“Feral fled into Sy’s territory.” He said, “I tracked him down, but there was a fight. I got injured and they patched me up.”

“And you just never left?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Walt,” Sy said, “Same question I asked Geralt.”

“Sy…” Stephanie said but he hushed her with a gesture.

“Are you disappointed that Steph is your Mate?” He asked and Walter arched a brow at him.

“Not at all.”

“Resent her?”

“Of course not.”

“Wish it was someone else?”

“Absolutely not.” He said and Sy looked at her.

“See, babe? You got nothin’ to fret over.” He said and she gave a quiet huff of a laugh. “You're not…uh…disappointed that it's us, are you? I mean, I know humans don't have Mates, but you're not like…bummed out that it's us, yeah?”

“Please,” She said with a mirthless snort, “You guys are so out of my league it's not even funny.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #august walker #walter marshall #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #alternate instincts

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood Part 3

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Three Summary: Lori meets the Brothers.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 4 k

Warnings:

Series Warnings:

Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Three Warnings:

Masturbation, caught in the act, flirting, smutty thoughts, embarrassment, angst, fluff.

Authors Note: Thanks to @henryobsessed for beta reading.

I hope you enjoy it!

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

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Part Two Part Four

Lori

We had only been on the highway for a few minutes when I heard the other bikes. They drew up in formation and briefly took up all four lanes. Each rider was wearing their colours and full-face helmets so I couldn’t get a read on any of them, other than they all looked to be close to Sy’s size and build. Well, except one, who seemed a little slimmer, but was at least as tall as the others.

One of the riders signalled something to Syverson who inclined his head in response. Then two of the bikes pulled ahead while two others fell behind and they stayed that way for the rest of the journey.

The problem with being a pillion on a motorcycle, especially on a long stretch of highway, was that you didn’t have much to do except think.

It wasn’t something I normally had a problem with, I was fairly comfortable with my own company for the most part, but I had a lot on my mind and not a lot of it was pleasant.

There was one incessant thought, one that wouldn’t leave me alone despite how often I tried to ignore it. It was inescapable considering my arms were currently wrapped around the subject of those thoughts.

Syverson. He was a complication in my life that I didn't need right now.

The first problem was that he was attracted to me.

I shouldn’t be surprised really. Not because I thought of myself as remarkably good looking, but because he’s a biker and I’d heard the phrase “any hole is a goal” uttered too many times by guys like him to take his attraction as anything more than a passing interest.

When I realised he was checking me out, my first thought was that I should take advantage of it because if I got him on my side it might make dealing with him and the rest of the Brothers easier. So I played up the innocent girl act by biting my lip and looking wide-eyed. But if I'm honest with myself, it had only been partly an act.

The truth was I found Sy to be ridiculously hot. 

And funny. 

And honest. 

And kind. 

And sweet Jesus, when he swept his thumb over my lips I almost moaned.

Which was my second problem. I was attracted to him too.

Sy might appear a little different to most of the bikers I knew, but in the end, he was in the life and that meant he was not a viable option as a romantic partner. I’d seen too much heartache and too many failed relationships to go down that road.

I loved my mother, but I didn’t want her life. A life walking around a clubhouse wearing a patch that read “Property of ….” so other assholes don’t try to touch you, always being worried about his fidelity and the social stigma that comes from being associated. Not to mention the constant stress of knowing your partner could end up in jail or dead.

Still, there was no harm in flirting with him, right? Who knows how long I was going to be stuck with them, so what was the harm in having a bit of fun? I’m sure he’d be up for it. I've yet to meet a biker who wasn't keen for a bit of no strings attached sex.

No, not a good idea. Not with Sy anyway. I liked him too much already. He had made me laugh for God’s sake. After all the shit I’d been through, it only took one perfectly imperfect wink for me to melt. If he'd tried to pick me up in a bar and he wasn't in the life, there's no doubt in my mind I’d go home with him. 

No. Hooking up with Sy would be too risky. The last thing I wanted was to catch feelings.

I concentrated on ignoring how hard his body was, how good he smelled, how blue his eyes were, and how cute his dimples were when he smiled.

Fuck. Maybe it was already too late.

After a couple of hours of fixating on Sy and arguing with myself, I finally found something that took my mind off it. 

I was freezing. 

The icy wind of the Arizona desert cut right through my jeans. My knees were starting to ache and my leg muscles cramped. 

I huddled closer to Sy, leaning my head against his shoulder to use his huge form as a windbreak. It worked, mostly, but my hands were unprotected, my gloves were no longer enough to keep my fingers from growing numb. I started making fists, trying to keep the blood pumping, hoping it would warm me up.

I felt Sy take my hands, one at a time, and slip each into his unzipped pockets in the front of his jacket. Instantly they felt warmer, and once again I was surprised by his kind gesture. 

I tightened my arms around him, hoping he’d realise I was trying to thank him. He seemed to understand and gave my knee a gentle pat. He left it there for a few moments, and I could feel the warmth of him heating my cold knee through his glove. 

Ever so slowly, he moved his hand down my calf and rubbed it gently, as if he were massaging heat back into my cramping muscles, before he worked his way up again. I held my breath as he patted my thigh and I squeezed him tight again, this time tightening my thighs as well.

I suddenly didn’t feel quite as cold.

I was not going to fall for him, I was not going to let his tender gestures fool me. I was not going to be seduced by a few moments of sweetness and a nice smile and a strong body and amused eyes so clear and blue they were like the sky on a cloudless day.

No way. Not worth it.

As soon as the cold ebbed away, a sudden wave of weariness hit me and I felt tired. Dead tired. 

The rumbling sound of the v-twin between my legs, its gentle vibration at this speed, and the smoothness of the road became a soothing lullaby, and I found myself dozing, suspended in the twilight between being awake and asleep. It made the final hours fly by and it wasn’t until we turned off the highway that I was able to stay awake.

By the time Sy and the other riders pulled into a motel it was very late, well after midnight, and I felt a little sorry for the other guests. Not many people can sleep through the sound of one set of aftermarket pipes, let alone five. 

When Sy killed the engine, I groaned as a muscle in the bottom of my foot tightened. It was gonna take a minute for me to get off the damn bike and I was a little embarrassed as the others were already lifting their long legs over their rides and Sy was waiting patiently for me to dismount. The guy who had signalled Sy on the highway headed towards hotel reception immediately, not even taking the time to remove his helmet. 

I took a deep breath and willed myself to clamber ungracefully off the bike. My legs protested, but I was able to clear the bike before they gave out and I stumbled into a firm body that caught me by the shoulders before I ate pavement.

“Ooft! Easy sweetheart.”

I looked up at a man with a beard similar to Sy’s, but his hair fell around his face in thick curls, almost like a cherub from an old painting. His blue eyes were serious and a little stern, even as a smile split his face and his voice was unexpectedly warm. My breath caught in my throat, he was gorgeous.

“Has Syverson already worn you out?” he asked in a gentle voice with a soft and polite English accent.

His hands held my upper arms, straightening me until I was standing again. My legs still felt like jelly, and not just because of exhaustion. I was right when I thought the other riders were as big as Sy, this guy was at least as burly. But unlike Syverson this guy had the appearance of a cranky grizzly, having little of Sy’s playfulness despite his smile.

“Ease up, Marshall,” Sy said. I looked at him gratefully and one side of his mouth turned up in a smile in return.

“She’s fine,” Marshall said, and I turned back to him. 

He was staring at me, his head tilted to the side showing off a large black and grey rose tattoo on his neck and a small gage in his ear. He looked like he was studying me, and from the wolfish grin on his face, he seemed to like what he saw. My heart started to race, thundering so loud I thought there was no way he couldn’t hear it. 

“Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

I nodded slowly and Marshall tentatively let me go, keeping his hands close as if he thought I would fall again. Once he was satisfied I could stand on my own accord, he loosened the straps of my helmet and gently took it off before smoothing my tousled hair. He tucked the helmet under his arm while he helped me take my gloves off and shoved them into the helmet.

Two more bikers flanked Marshall. Both were unbelievably appealing too. One of them drew my attention immediately because of his unusual and striking appearance. He had silvery-white hair pulled back into a braid which isn’t unusual in itself but his face wasn’t that of an old man; he looked to be in his late 30s. The other was younger, probably my age, no way was he over 25. He appeared to have a youthful enthusiasm that I hadn’t seen in the others.

I stared at all four of them with my mouth no doubt agape. These weren’t bikers, these were models, each one more attractive than the last.

“I’m Mike,” the younger one introduced himself, grinning broadly. 

He was cute and cheerful, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle as if he knew something you didn’t. He had a barbell piercing through his eyebrow and a small stud in one of his ears. There was a glimpse of a tattoo that poked above his jacket and up his neck, but I couldn’t make out what it was. 

I instantly liked him and returned his affable smile. In a way, he reminded me of my brother before the drugs and the club sucked the life out of his eyes. I stuck my hand out to give him a shake, but before I could introduce myself, he threw his arms wide and wrapped them around my waist. He squeezed with a groan and lifted my feet off the ground. I yelped but started to giggle; I was not expecting this level of flirtation within seconds of meeting him. I liked it though, his flirtations came across as playful and fun rather than sleazy.

“Mike,” Sy barked.

“Fuck, alright.” Mike put me down but not before he whispered in my ear, “He never lets me have any fun.” 

Mike planted a quick kiss on my cheek and let me go. Marshall must have seen because he smacked the back of Mike’s head.

“Fucking creep,” Marshall reprimanded. 

I was worried that it would go further than that, but Mike just chuckled and rubbed the back of his head like it was something he was used to.

Sy stood beside me and laid a heavy arm lightly around my shoulders, directing my attention to the other biker.

“This old man is Geralt,” he said, smirking.

Geralt gave Sy a weary look from beneath lowered brows before he offered me his hand with a half-smile. I took it and I gasped as I looked at his eyes, I had never seen such bright amber eyes in real life before. They were beautiful and appeared to shine even in the darkness of the car park. I opened my mouth to tell him my name when I heard another voice behind me.

“Syverson.” A set of keys were thrown at Sy, which Sy caught easily in one hand. “Take the client to her room, you take the first watch.” 

I turned to the guy, he wasn’t looking at me, his eyes were on Marshall, throwing him another set of keys. 

“Marshall, you’re with Mike, second, third shift. Geralt, you’re with me, fourth, I’m fifth. Any questions?”

I felt Sy stiffen, seeming to bristle at the orders. This last Brother was obviously in charge and when he finally looked in my direction, I could see why. 

He took my breath away. He was just as attractive as the others but he had a next level aura of danger that the others couldn’t compete with. He shouldn’t be so good looking; by all rights his Tom Selleck moustache should look ridiculous, but it somehow didn’t.

“Walker,” he said simply.

“Lori,” I managed to mumble. There was something about Walker that simultaneously made me feel hot and cold. He wasn’t tattooed or pierced the way the others were, but he was far more intimidating than the rest of the Brothers.

He smirked and raised his eyebrows as he looked me up and down. 

“She’s pretty,” he said, while still appraising me, and obviously not addressing me, “but I don’t get what all the fuss is about.”

Heat rose to my cheeks as anger and embarrassment swirled within me. I was tired, sore, and been through hell in the two weeks since my parents had been killed; the last thing I wanted to do was get into an argument in a car park. But I knew if I was going to get any respect from this guy I couldn’t let his rudeness slide. I knew guys like Walker and I couldn’t let him get away with shit like that or he’ll think he can walk all over me. 

I was also too exhausted to fight, too tense, so I snatched the keys and my bag out of Sy’s hands and made my way to the room.

“Jesus, Walker,” Sy said behind me. “Do ya always have to be such an asshole?”

If Walker replied, I didn’t hear it. 

I opened my room and slammed the door closed, locking it behind me. I went straight for the bathroom, dropping my pack carelessly on the bed and stripping off my clothes as I went.

The room was basic but clean and well maintained, however the bathroom left a lot to be desired. I took one look at the showerhead and knew it wouldn’t be the best shower of my life. 

When I turned the water on, the pressure was so hard I had to cover my nipples before I could stand to be under the spray. But the water was blessedly hot and was exactly what I needed to soothe away the aches and pains of the ride.

I leaned my forehead against the tiles and took advantage of the harsh spray, letting the water massage my back. It felt good, real good, and as my thoughts started to drift, a familiar need began deep in my core as my body cried out for my nearly nightly ritual before I slept. 

My hand moved slowly over my breasts, nipples hardening under my fingers, I turned around, the water pressure no longer hurt, the stinging pain only served to heighten my arousal. I pressed my back against the cool tiles as my hand drifted lower, the competing temperatures made my skin feel electrified, sensitive to every touch. My fingers danced slowly over my belly, getting lower, and lower until they slid over the small patch of hair on my mound. I shivered as the pads of my fingers ghosted over my clit, seeking the warmth and slick of my throbbing heat.

A moan escaped my throat as I slid two fingers inside me, curling them deeply, feeling for that smooth spongy spot. It was hard to reach at this angle, so I widened my legs, curled my spine and groaned as I found it. 

I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts wander, thinking for a moment of Jake, my sometimes fuck buddy, but quickly my thoughts shifted, and it was no longer his face I saw in my mind.

Images of Sy came quickly, the way he felt as I held him while we rode. How he had caressed my leg sent shivers up my spine as I imagined him touching me like that again, skin against skin. 

But that wasn’t all, I thought of all of them, Marshall, Mike, Geralt, wondered how each of them would feel. Would their hands be rough on my skin? Would their lips be soft on mine? Would they grunt and groan? Would they whisper words of praise in my ear? Were they dominant, or primal, or tender, or giving, or maybe all of it at once? I know I shouldn’t let these men invade my fantasies, but God, I couldn’t stop.

Then I thought of Walker with that smirk, that teasing grin that made me want to both slap him and drop to my knees.

“Fuck,” I mumbled as my thighs started to tremble.

“Fuck!” cried a louder, deeper voice.

I froze. I became a deer in headlights as I looked towards the door and saw a figure distorted by the thin layer of condensation that clung to the glass of the shower.

Snapping into action, I swiped an arm across the glass catching a fleeting glimpse of a wide-eyed Sy as he slammed the bathroom door shut.

I turned the water off and grabbed a towel, my breath coming in heaves, my guts churning as my face burned with embarrassment.

Okay. Think about this clearly. He couldn’t have actually seen anything, the glass was too fogged up. 

He had heard though, there was no doubt about that. 

Oh God.

I had been thinking about him, and the others too. I had left the bathroom door open and everything, he’s going to think that I did that on purpose. But I didn’t, I had locked the door to the room and…

Asshole!

Fury overtook my shame and I stormed out of the bathroom.

“You pervert! I locked the door.”

Sy was standing by the window, peeking through the curtains. His jacket was off, slung over the back of a chair and a silver handled gun was strapped to his thigh. He turned slowly, taking in my appearance and sucked on his bottom lip as he took a few steps towards me.

“It’s a hotel, Babycakes. They have spare keys.”

“My name is Lori and I would have thought a locked door meant I wanted privacy.”

Shrugging, he grinned. “You ain’t gonna get much privacy until we get to the Clubhouse.”

“What? You’re staying in here?” My voice was a little shrill but Sy nodded and I shook my head. “No. I thought you’d wait outside the door. I don’t want to be sleeping here with… men I don’t know.” 

I almost said Walker but stopped myself. Oddly he was the only one I didn’t feel like I could trust.

“You scared of us, baby?” Sy asked in a low voice.

The back of his fingers skimmed over my still damp shoulder and down my arm. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, his touch was eerily similar to what I had just been fantasising about, gentle yet deliberate, hot and thrilling.

“Why?” My voice was huskier than I hoped it would be. “Does that turn you on? Is that the kind of sick shit your club is into?”

“Not at all,” Sy replied steadily, smirking, “I like my women willin’.” He cupped a hand under my jaw, lifting my chin higher. “Did ya finish the job in there?”

My eyes widened in shock, I didn’t think he would be so bold as to come right out and say what he saw. He chuckled as his hand slid down my neck, resting on the bare skin of my chest.

“I could give ya a hand if ya want,” Sy said, his voice seemed lower if that was possible, deeper, rougher, deliberately seductive, “Might feel good.”

“Is that a standard service you offer as part of your contract or…?” 

I tried to sound disinterested, but my voice betrayed me. I was breathless, my body was a hot, throbbing mess. Sy licked his lips and my eyes were drawn to them. They looked so plush and inviting, and the whiskers surrounding his mouth seemed so soft. 

“It’s an optional extra,” Sy shrugged and his fingers traced the edge of my towel, “But for you, I’ll throw it in for free, no charge.”

“No thanks.”

It’s what I said but it’s not what I meant. I said no out of habit, having said no to men like him my entire life. It was a lie and an obvious one. My fingers were already sinking into his beard, and I could feel him clench his jaw beneath my touch and his nostrils flared. Taking half a step closer, I met his eyes. They were hooded, dark and still held a glimmer of amusement. His hand moved to the nape of my neck, the other snaked around my waist, resting on the small of my back.

“Then how ‘bout I eat ya pussy cause I want to?” 

He pulled me closer, our bodies met and his fingers slid into my hair. I put a hand to the centre of his chest, I had every intention of pushing him away and he must have known because he held me tighter, pressing his hardness into my hip. 

“’Cause I wanna hear ya make those noises again, but this time I want you to make ‘em because of me.”

My core fluttered, no it was more than that, every muscle in my body seemed to quiver with anticipation of his offer, and dear God did he have the confidence of a man that knew he could deliver.

“No thanks,” I managed to utter. Barely.

Sy’s grin didn’t waver as he inhaled deeply and let me go. 

“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug and went back to his position by the window.

It took me a minute to get my bearings. I was completely dumbstruck, still overwhelmed by Sy even though he was now across the room.

I cleared my throat and swallowed hard. Fuck me, was I in trouble here.

Sy glanced at me over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as the corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk.

“You’re really gonna stay here all night?” I asked.

“For a couple of hours, then one of the others will take over,” he said, his voice sounding a little more serious and matter of fact than it had moments ago.

I didn’t like the sound of that. All five of them coming and going in my room while I slept, me not knowing who I’d wake up to?

Despite Sy’s advance or maybe because of it, I felt like I could trust him and would rather he stayed with me than the others. Having to keep an eye on one horny biker would be easier than having to watch out for five.

I took my bag from the bed and dressed in the bathroom, with the door closed. Though I was beat, I blow dried my hair with the shitty hair dryer the hotel had attached to the wall before braiding it.

While I was brushing my teeth I looked at my pyjamas in the mirror, realising now why Sy had chuckled when he saw them. When I packed, I had no idea the Brothers would actually be in my room with me. The tank top was so thin you could see the dark pinkish skin around my nipples.

The thought made my body warm. Part of me liked the thought of them seeing me like this. But I knew it would be a mistake to go down that road. Nope, my pussy would be a barren wasteland for the foreseeable future.

Pointedly not looking at Sy, I went back into the room and grabbed my shirt from the floor, turning it the right way round and slipping it on over the top.

First thing I was going to do when I got to the clubhouse was buy new pyjamas.

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 4

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Sex work, stripper, OnlyFans, toxic relationship, toxic family

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Riley

“Hey.” I nearly jump a mile high out of my chair when I hear Sy’s voice coming from the door. “It’s nice to see ya home. You gonna be joinin’ me for dinner?”

“Wh— what?” I stammer out, shutting my laptop and looking at my watch. “Shit! Is it almost five already?”

“Sure is.”

A thump comes from somewhere in the back of the apartment, followed by the sound of Aika’s nails clicking against the hardwood as she rushes to greet Sy. She’s always eager to see him on days where he hits the gym before going to work.

“I stopped off to get some groceries,” he says, rubbing Aika’s belly as her back leg kicks furiously. “How do ya feel about grilled chicken burgers?”

“Oh, umm…” I bite my lip, looking down at my lap.

“Ya don’t normally work on Tuesdays nights, right?”

I don’t know if I should be flattered that he’s memorized my work schedule or terrified that he’s memorized my work schedule. I hope he hasn’t gotten suspicious as to where I go at night.

“No, I don’t. But don’t bother yourself with making dinner for me, I can fix myself something later.” I think I have a jar of pasta sauce at the back of the top shelf of the pantry. My dumb ass decided that I was going to be using the top three shelves while Sy got the bottom three. Apparently at the time I forgot that I am five foot four while he’s somewhere over six feet tall. By the time I realized my mistake, Sy had already stocked up his half and I don’t want to bother him by asking to switch.

“Hush now, it’s no bother. You’ve left dinner and breakfast for me more times than I can count and I’ve never returned the favor.”

I don’t add that we have never sat down to eat together either. Sy is a very handsome man and I am more than a little attracted to him. The more I get a peek into his personality, the more my little crush grows and I’m terrified of getting too attached. I retract my earlier statement, his attentiveness is definitively flattering.

Since Sy moved in, I no longer have the spare room to use as an office. I sold so much of my furniture while waiting to find a roommate that my things easily fit in my bedroom along with my queen bed while also leaving enough space to properly film.

When Sy isn’t home, I sometimes work on the kitchen island but since I can’t risk him seeing my screen while I edit my videos, I make sure to be locked in my room by the time he gets home. Well, normally I make sure of it. I got behind on my content for the week because I worked a double at the diner and I was trying to make my normal posting time for today which I guess is a lost cause now.

“Let me help you with that then,” I say, stacking my notebooks on my laptop.

“Woman, don’t ya dare get up.” He pins me with a look that leaves no room for argument. It doesn’t help that he’s waving around a kitchen knife but that just draws my attention to his forearm veins. He tends to talk with his hands and every time I end up ogling him like an idiot and lose track of the conversation. “You just keep on doin’ whatever it is that I interrupted and let me take care of this.”

I open my mouth, trying to think of a good reason why I can’t do that but come up empty. Shit, there I go again, losing my ability to think. I don’t want to be rude and go hide in my room while he slaves away in the kitchen but I can’t keep working with him right next to me. It’s just too risky.

“How about I just keep you company instead?”

Sy flashes me a warm smile that makes my stomach flutter. “Even better.”

He finishes emptying the two grocery bags, laying the items on the counter. Some he puts away for future use like the bacon and sausages that are his breakfast staples while the chicken goes next to the cutting board and the lettuce and tomatoes are set by the sink to be washed.

“Any food allergies I should be aware of?” He asks, pulling spices from the cupboard above the stove.

“Nope. What about you?”

“Not an allergy but I can’t stand peanut butter or those neon orange cheese spreads.”

I frown, folding my arms on the island. “Those are two very specific things to hate. What happened to the classics like broccoli or brussels sprouts?”

“I’m a grown man,” he argues, turning to look at me over his shoulder, “I feed those to Aika under the table.”

For the second time since I’ve met him, Sy has me giggling like a schoolgirl. He comes to stand across from me on the other side of the island and slices the tomato onto a plate.

“The MRE meals we get in the army have maybe two dozen mains and come with a bunch of different snacks. But the one thing ya always get? Peanut butter and jelly packets or that fuckin’ nacho cheese.”

I pull the bowl of clean Romaine closer to me, ignoring the glare Sy shoots at me as I start tearing the leaves into smaller pieces.

“How long have you been out?”

“Going on six months.”

My head shoots up, my mouth hanging open. “I didn’t realize it was that recent. You seem…”

He quirks an eyebrow at me when I don’t finish my thought. “I seem what?”

Oh fuck. Did I just offend him? I shouldn’t have asked when he got out, I know better than to talk about military life to veterans without knowing anything about their experience.

“I umm…”

Thankfully, Sy puts me out of my misery before I have a full blown panic attack.

“Darlin’, it’s okay. Tell me what you’re thinkin’.” His eyes go all soft and he tilts his head to the side, waiting for me to speak.

I clasp my hands together under the table to hide how much they are shaking.

“You seem well adjusted. You have a stable job, your weekly boys’ night… other than that ungodly hour you wake up at, I’d never guess you were fresh out.”

“You’re tellin’ me my wake up is ungodly when most of the time ya haven’t even been to sleep yet,” he pokes back, letting me know he really isn’t offended by what I said. “I guess I was lucky. My transition back to civilian life was easy for the most part. I’d planned it all out beforehand. The only thing that went wrong was comin’ home to a girlfriend who no longer loved me and even that, I wasn’t… disappointed?” he shrugs, dropping the seasoned chicken pieces onto the cast-iron grill pan he has heating on the stove. “I’d been wantin’ real bad to finally settle down but I guess I realized I didn’t actually want her . I wanted the idea of her.”

I wince at his choice of words. In a way, I know what he means. I feel that way often when guys come on to me at the club or even in my messages on my OnlyFans. They want Razzy, the sexy confident seductress. They would be very disappointed with plain old Riley.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is it exactly that made you decide to leave. It sounds like you didn’t see it coming at all. I mean, you ended up squatting on your best friend’s couch.”

He opens up the fridge, taking out a beer and raising it up in a silent question. I nod and he pulls out a second bottle, opening both and handing one to me. He downs almost half the bottle in one go then leans his forearms on the counter, picking at the label.

“I always tried to be extra good to her ya know? To make up for bein’ away so much. I called or wrote every chance I got and I doted on her when I was home but on my last mission out, I couldn’t do any of that. She thought that meant I had found somebody else. She didn’t confront me with it though. She spent twelve months brewin’ up more and more anger towards me and when I got home, it just exploded. She dug through my things, looked at all my texts while I was in the shower, interrogated me every time I left the house... She was lookin’ for proof she never found so instead she started throwin’ some fucked up tests at me. She had friends hit on me at a bar while I was out, she left bras that weren’t hers around the bedroom for her to find.” He raises a hand making air quotes as he says the word find. “When I caught on to what she was doin’ we had a big fight and I moved out then and there.”

“That is… there are so many things wrong with that.” On the one hand I feel sorry for her. Dating an army captain couldn’t have been easy but did she really need to do all that? Even if she was feeling insecure, it was not okay to try to trick him into being unfaithful or going through his things.

“I guess what hurt the most was that after three years, she honestly believed that was the kind of man I was.”

I just nod, not knowing what more to say. 

“What about you, are ya seein’ anyone?” After I stay quiet a second longer than I probably should, he answers for me. “Guess if ya were, ya wouldn’t be sharin’ your home with a stranger.”

I wonder what he would think if he knew I haven’t been on a date since I was in college. Granted, that was only three years ago, but still.

“You’ve gotten an idea of my social life, I don’t have many opportunities to meet people outside of work and I don’t relish the idea of dating a coworker or a client.” And the only men who’ve shown interest have asked while paying me to grind on their lap.

“Why do ya work so much?”

I’d be grateful for the change of subject but we moved from my dating life to my financial issues which is an improvement but not by much. I have to remind myself that Sy can’t be much better off than I am if he’s living here and so far, I’ve never known him to judge.

“Because I have my student loans to pay off plus some other debt I worked up while doing my unpaid internship.” I scoff, shaking my head at myself. “I thought working for some big name ad agency for a few months would unlock more doors for me but all it did was make me dig my hole deeper.”

“You ain’t got any family that can help ya out?”

Wow, we are really hitting all the sore spots tonight. Okay.

“They disowned me after I graduated high school. I didn’t follow in the family tradition of studying law at an Ivy league. If I had, I’d be staying in a penthouse in Manhattan, living lavish like my brother.”

“Ya don’t talk to him either?”

What’s the professional way of saying “my brother accidentally found my OnlyFans and showed it to my parents who then banned my name from ever being spoken in their presence and ensured I was blacklisted from every company in the Northeast”?.

“My brother won them in the divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sy flips the chicken then puts a bun in the toaster. “Ya studied marketing, right? Why was that the thing that convinced you to give it all up?”

“People hate marketing. It has such a bad reputation but it’s not reserved for the companies making millions by showing girls flashing their tits. Small startups with innovative ideas or people trying to do a bit of good in the world also use marketing to be successful. That’s what I want to do. I’m especially interested in social media and stuff but my last job didn’t really care for it.”

“What happened with that job? ‘Cause unless nine to five has taken to mean workin’ night shifts, seven days a week, I’m guessin’ ya aren’t there anymore.”

“When the economy tanked, so did they and the young girl who never pitched a single idea they liked was the first expense they cut before eventually shutting down completely. Nobody wants to hire someone who’s never held a job for more than a few months and the generic letter I got after my internship wasn’t exactly convincing.”

I never had summer jobs growing up. My parents didn’t want to be associated with anyone working for minimum wage. I didn’t get a job while I was in college because I didn’t want anything to negatively impact my grades and I didn’t realize how much debt I was racking up until it was too late.

The dark cloud that seemed to gather over me in the last ten minutes is lifted somewhat when Sy sets a plate down in front of me. The chicken looks straight up gorgeous and my stomach growls in response. He sits on the stool by my side and starts loading up his own burger.

“Ya know, my boss at the garage was lookin’ to do more advertisin’ but he’s got a tight budget. If ya want, I could mention your name, see if he would give ya a chance to help him with that.”

“Are you serious?” I hope he is, I really need an opportunity like this. When he nods, I have to hold back the urge to hug him.

“Sy, that would be amazing! It would give me something to put in a portfolio and if he likes it he might recommend me to some other people he knows.” Oh my god, Riley, get a grip. Aika’s ears will be hurting from how high my voice is getting. I look down at the hound and am met with a pair of big brown eyes looking up from where she is curled up at my feet.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” he vows.

I feel so much lighter all of the sudden and I bite into my burger. We both eat without uttering a single word and by the time I finish my burger, Sy has another one ready for me. He’s already finished his second and has moved on to an apple he eats by cutting one piece at a time and lifting the blade to his lips.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to ya ‘bout somethin’.”

Uh oh. His tone is all serious all of the sudden.

“Okay?”

I wipe my hands on a napkin and drop the soiled paper onto my plate. 

“Are you scared of me? ‘Cause I feel like ya always go out of your way to avoid me. If you’ve changed your mind, ‘bout me livin’ here then—”

“It’s not you,” I interrupt. If anything, he makes it harder to isolate myself but if I ever ended up seated on the same couch as Sy, I don’t know if I would be capable of keeping myself in check. There’s no way a guy looking to settle down would be interested in a trainwreck ten years younger than him. “I guess I’ve been on my own so long that I don’t know how else to be around people.” 

“Well, I just wantcha to know ya don’t gotta hide. Hell, I’ve seen your DVD collection, it’s like ya bought out a Blockbuster and I know that ya watch ‘em in the livin’ room when I’m not around because I have to switch back the output in the evenings.”

It’s true. When I moved out of my parents’ house, the only things I was allowed to take were my bedding, my clothes — though I left anything with a designer label — and my DVDs. Damn him and his observation skills.

“You’re right. I’ll try to do that next time. But really Sy, I want you to know it’s not you doing anything to put me out. I’m just… a bit of a reserved person.”

It’s an odd thing considering my job, but it’s like there’s a brick wall in my brain and Razzy’s confidence doesn’t exist without her makeup and her wig.

I clear up my dinner plate then take my laptop from the counter. “I have a bit more work to do tonight but thank you for dinner.”

“Anytime, Riley. I meant it.”

Chapter 5

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Driving me crazy part 10 - the epilogue

Captain Nathan Syverson x Hazel Murphy (tall!plus size ofc)

Summary: a year in the life of Nathan and Hazel

Wordcount: <0.8k

Warnings: noneeeee

A/N: this series have some to an end! I want to thank everyone who read it, enjoyed it, loved it, and went along this ride with me. This chapter is a little different than the others, so i really hope you like it!

A lot has changed ever since Nathan and Hazel spend their first night together. Many dates had followed, but every single one as special as the other. They had dinner uncountable times, went bowling (which Nathan loved, and Hazel hated), ice skating (Hazel loved this one because she could cling to Nathan even though she could ice skate perfectly fine), museum hopping, shopping (Nathan thoroughly hated it, but seeing his girl happy with her new purchases made up for it) and so much more.

The year had gone by so fast. After two months, they were inseparable, and Nathan spend his time mostly at her place. Hers was cosy, warm, soft; she made the place feel like home. On one night, while watching a movie, Nathan had straight up asked her: “Can I start telling people you’re my girlfriend or do you need some more time?” He had finished it off with a kiss on her forehead. Hazel’s heart filled with love and happiness. She had grabbed his face and admitted: “I’d love that.”

You’d think they would get sick of each other, spending so much time at work and home together, but nothing less was true. They loved it. Plus, the inn had become her second home. Nathan’s parents were the kindest and Harper, his sister, was one of her best friends. Their bond had only grown stronger in the past year.

Just over six months, after their first night, it had become inevitable. Nathan was never at his apartment anymore. So, one day Hazel decided it was enough. “Babe?” she asked after dinner. “Do you want to waste any more money on that apartment of yours or are you just gonna move in with my officially?” Nathan had laughed and took her in his arms. “I thought you’d never ask.” Hazel smiled, “good, because I already rented a truck for this weekend.”

Holidays were something Nathan didn’t care about, well, he used to never care about. Their first little holiday was a weekend away together. That one made Nathan realized it wasn’t so bad, he got to spend every second with his girl without his family interrupting. But after going on an actual vacation, for two weeks, to the beach; he realized it was all he ever wanted. Seeing Hazel with as little clothes on as possible was something he could never get tired off. Strolling on the beach, holding hands, eating ice cream, laughing, and having fun: he swore to himself to take her on a vacation to the beach at least once a year.

After ten months, Nathan hadn’t been more sure than anything else. Hazel was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his lives with. To create a family with. To grow old with. The moment he knew? He couldn’t pinpoint it to one moment, he realized it every morning he woke up next to her. Being fairly certain she felt the same, he decided not to wait, but to get a ring and go for it. He knew she wouldn’t want a grant proposal, in public. She would hate that, so one day, he took a day off. He told her he had to go to the next town to buy supplies for the hotel rooms there were renovating, which was the one and only time he had lied to her.

Nathan did go to the store, but to buy an enormous amount of fairy lights and he quite literally bought the whole flower shop. The rest of the day was spend decorating the house. Every single room to be exact. Hazel had come home just as he had finished changing his outfit. Black trousers, and his black turtleneck because it was her favourite. Once her eyes laid on the room and him, everything clicked together and there was one last thing to say: “Yes!”

They couldn’t wait to get married, so they didn’t. The wedding practically planned itself. Within two months they said the famous words to each other. The large garden of the inn was the perfect venue. Nathan’s parents, Harper, and Hazel’s family and friends helped plan and organize the entire event. Everything was taken care for, and above all, it was everything Hazel and Nathan ever wanted. Flowers, lights, and pictures everywhere, the people they loved where there, great music, funny speeches; it was almost like a fairy tale. Nathan would never forget the moment Hazel walked down the aisle. He didn’t think she could be any prettier, but in that moment, she was ethereal.

And right now? They stood at the beginning of the rest of their lives, together.

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Serendipitous New Beginnings

Part 4

Everly moves to America for a year for a much needed break. Little does she know she signed up for more than she bargained for.

Pairings: Syverson x Everly Rakena (Asian OFC)

Warnings: Swearing. Drunken behaviour. Smut in future parts.

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Word count: 1586

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Sy POV

I watch the white SUV disappear, and make my way back. Fuck, with everythin’ that ended up goin’ down I forgot to ask for Everly’s number again. I sigh, frustrated. Well can’t do anythin’ about it now, though I know it’s gon’ bug me for the rest of the night. I don’t know when I’ll see her next. If I’ll ever see her again; you never know when it’s gon’ be your last mission in the military.

I get back in the club when Pepps, drunk as skunk, corners me.

“Dayumm! You struck out too huh!? I thought you was the lucky one ‘cause I saw y’all walk out together, but muthafucka you back! She didn’t want yo’ grumpy ass in the end!” He’s loud as fuck and slurrin’ all his goddamn words. I’m surprised he’s still vertical.

“Ah, shut your pie hole. Her girl’s and her had to go hospital. One of them has alcohol poisonin’, and if you keep carryin’ on the way ya are you’re gonna be joinin’ them”, I snap at him.

At this point Pepps is too far gone, I doubt he heard any of that. He just laughs and gets distracted by some girls passin’ us, “Eyyyy sweet thang, what’s yo’ name!?” And he’s off creepin’ as usual.

I go to the bar to order another glass of whiskey when BJ comes up to me.

“Hey, that was the chick Pepps blew it with, didn’t know she was your type Cap”, BJ’s grinnin’ like a goddamn idiot.

“I’d met her before, Everly’s the one who took my grandparents home from the dentist”, I tell ‘im as I pay for my drink.

“Oh for real? Well dang, she cute; pretty name too. She ain’t look nothin’ like dem ladies you normally go home with”

I grunt in response, takin’ a swig of my drink. He’s right. I usually go home with girls like that blonde from earlier tonight. Tall, light hair, light eyes, and voluptuous. But I don’t know, there’s somethin’ about Everly.

I try enjoy the rest of the night, a few ladies even wantin’ me to go home with them but for once I just wasn’t feelin’ it, my heart ain’t in it tonight nor my dick.

After a while I give up especially when the buzz of the alcohol dies. None of the boys wanna call it a night, sayin’ they’ll just get an Uber so I head back home by myself. So many thoughts runnin’ through my head as I drive back in the truck. My phone vibrates and a name that I’ve seen pop-up plenty of times appears, but like I’ve said I ain’t in the mood tonight especially not for her so I ignore the call. I get inside, and try be quiet as my grandparents are sleepin’. I brush my teeth real quick, and pass out on my bed. Visions of black gray hair and warm chocolate eyes are the last thing I remember.

Sy POV

It’s Saturday. I ain’t feelin’ bad; I didn’t drink much, and I’m used to havin’ little to no sleep.

We get outta church after attendin’ the 9am mass. My grandparents usually go on a Sunday but Grand Momma wanted us to go together before I’m deployed tonight. We continue on with their routine by headin’ to the library. I try find a spot close to the entrance so my grandparents don’t gotta walk far; couldn’t find shit so we had a bit of a way to walk. I grab the pile of books from the back as Poppa helps gran outta the truck.

I’m carryin’ the books walkin’ ahead as I see none other than the person who occupied my thoughts and seeped into dreams last night.

Well I’ll be damned; she’s on her way to the library as well.

She’s wearin’ a long pale pink summer dress with a high collar beige cardigan with nude ballet flats, her hair in a messy bun.

“Everly!” I holler. I must’ve scared her ‘cause she looks like she about to drop her books. She turns around, her glasses slidin’ down her nose.

“Jax!” She looks surprised to see me.

I catch up to her. This is the first time she’s been beside me in somethin’ other than heels, and godfreakin’damn she is tiny. She just comes up to my shoulder… just.

“hey darlin’, how ya doin?”, I greet her with a big smile.

“Good morning, Sy”, she looks up at me, hoisting the books up as she pushes her glasses back up her nose.

I look down at her grinning; happy to see her right before I leave. But then I notice her eyes, there’s prominent dark circles under them. Ones that weren’t there the last two times I saw her. Worry creeping into my stomach. She’s smilin’ back at me, despite how tired her eyes are. Tired she might be, she’s looking as pretty as she did last night. Not a lick of makeup on but sometimes makeup is just the cherry on top. She’s the whole goddamn cupcake.

“Hey, you alright? Have you rested at all after last night? C’mon, gimme those books I’ll carry them for ya” I grab the books off her, adding them to the pile I’m already carrying; not giving her a chance to say no.

“Yeah I’m okay, thanks for asking. And thanks for carrying my books. I’ve slept a little, maybe three and a half hours or so..?”

I frown a bit, “That ain’t enough, bub”, the term of endearment just slipping out, “how long were you in the hospital for? Is your friend okay?”

“Shit, I didn’t take note”, she doesn’t seem to mind me calling her that. She’s biting her lower lip trying remember for how long. I don’t even notice my eyes are glued to them until she starts talking again, “A while to be honest. Yeah she’s alright.. this isn’t the first time it’s happened. What about you? Did you stay at the club for much longer?”

“Oh, that explains your other friend’s reaction. Naw, it got pretty borin’ after ya left. I went home not long after”, she smiles at that but before she can answer my grandparents finally make it to us.

“Oh, Ms. Everly! What a nice surprise bumpin’ into you like this”, my gran says. My Poppa beside her smiling.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Syverson”, my gran goes and gives her a hug, my Poppa does too.

“Now young lady, you don’t gotta be callin’ us somethin’ so formal” he tells her as he pats her hand, “Edith and Jeb is just fine”

“Then you both can stop calling me Ms. Everly!” She counters back, we all laugh at that, “Everly or Evie is fine” she winks at them.

“Oh you’re a funny one” Poppa says chuckling, “c’mon missy, let’s go find us some books. And tell me, watcha been reading” he gently grabs her hand and places it on his arm, linking them together. I smile. I ain’t ever seen my Poppa this warm to someone outside the family.

Gran and I let them walk in front, gran grabbing my arm to link hers through mine.

“You know, Jax. Little Evie here reminds me a lot of your beautiful mama” my gran starts.

I swallow before I look at her, “Oh, really?” I answer back quietly. We don’t really mention my parents that much.

“Oh yeah. A sweet, kind, caring thing just like her. Both have a wittiness about them, but Evie just a touch more. Both firecrackers” gran smiles at that; remembering her fondly, “that’s why your daddy fell right in love with her, same with your Poppa and I. When your daddy brought Esme home for us to meet for the first time, woo. Good lord we ain’t ever had such a good time. We could see that Esme adored Jacob to bits. We were absolutely smitten with her.” I smile at that myself, a warmth spreading through my chest.

“When Evie came back the next day to check on your grandfather, I didn’t tell ya, but she stayed a while” gran confesses

“She did..?”

“She sure did. Turbo met her and instantly fell in love with her. That dog wouldn’t leave her alone, poor girl, he was always jumping on her. And your granddaddy absolutely loved her company. They went out for a long walk with Turbo together. Just chattin’. Surprised the good heavens outta me, I haven’t seen your granddaddy that fond of someone since your mama. He even offered to teach her how to drive a stick better” gran laughed at that. Her and Poppa talking about Everly or being around her makes them light up. I couldn’t figure out why until now.

“Why didn’t y’all tell me this earlier?” I ask.

Gran shrugs, “I don’t know to be honest with ya, honey. I guess we were both a bit shocked to meet someone who reminded us so much of your mother”, we’re walking slowly immersed in our conversation, “it’d been a while since we saw Evie, it felt like a dream ya know? But then seeing her at the clinic and her being there with us that entire time, looking after me, even assisting for me even though she was meant to be having her lunch, solidified that it was real.”

I’m thinking deep now ‘cause it ain’t only gran and Poppa getting fond of this girl, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt somethin’ even remotely close to this..

#henry cavill #captain syverson #asian oc #captain syverson x ofc #part 4 #fanfic

[littlefreya]

October in Writing 🎃

Just a masterlist for all the stories I wrote this October!

🎃 Henry Cavill

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader ( 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn,praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. ) A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Beard Burns - Henry x Reader (Smut, face riding, oral, slight spanking) Henry makes you ride his beard.  

Risky - Henry x Reader ( smut, exhibitionism kink, public sexual behaviour, cockwarming, profanities and oddly some fluff) Henry makes you cockwarm him during a public event  

Drabbles

Doll - how would Henry be with a tall girlfriend - Henry x Reader (smut)

Cockwarming Henry while he plays the Witcher - Henry x Reader (smut)

Bigger Bear - Henry finds our you sleep with a stuffy - Henry x Reader (fluff)

🎃 August Walker 

Crimson - August Walker x Reader (Smut, period Sex, mentions of blood and such, dom possessive behaviour, slight breeding kink.)   Having Period sex with August

Black Tears -  August Walker x OFC (First-person POV - Smut and Angst)  There cannot be peace without first a great suffering, but how much suffering can a person endure?

Stalker Walker - Chapter 4 - August Walker x Reader  A voyage to Paris in order to escape your mundane life leaves you with more than what you’ve bargained for.  The Way to Hell - FINAL CHAPTER!!! 🎉🎉🎉 Post Mi6, Alternate Canon. August escapes Hunt with his face intact and is currently the most dangerous man on earth. Unwilling to back down from his murderous agenda, he plots to continue where he stopped while a trained assassin is sent to bring him down.

Drabbles

August’s hobby - August x Reader 

🎃 Walter Marshall + August Walker

Dangerous Games - August x Reader x Walter Marshall (Smut, sex, MaleDom/FemSub, cockwarming, orgasm denial, male masturbation, praise, degradation, facial, mentions of DP and anal)     You’ve got yourself into a perilous situation with two dominant men. Now the question is: which punishment will you choose.

🎃 Captain Syverson

Knockers - Captain Syverson x Reader (Fluffy, Suggestive, slapping man tities) You found a new way to provoke Captain Syverson.

Drabbles

Sy can’t stop touching your breasts - Sy x Reader

🎃 Geralt of Rivia

Holster - Geralt x reader (18+, a smutty oily situation, cocking warming, sex)    Geralt comes home to find you playing with his oils holster.

🎃 Multi-character

Henry’s characters as supernatural beings  🎃 NEW 🎃

#henry cavill #august walker #henry cavill rpf #Captain Syverson #walter marshall #geralt of rivia #littlefreya’s fiction #henry cavill x reader

[imaginesupply]

Homecoming - Chapter Six

(I know it's Henry and not Sy in the photo, but it just fit too well with this chapter.)

Summary: The day has arrived, Captain Syverson is going home. For good, this time. He is going home to a civilian life he can hardly remember and a wife he barely knows, with memories of the war still fresh on his mind. Love might not be able to heal everything on its own, but it’s a good start.

Genres: Romance, drama.

Story warnings: Smut (always fully consensual), mentions of PTSD and nightmares and mental health, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, mentions of war (minor), mentions of cheating (minor), mentions of pregnancy (very minor), police appearance (very minor), violence (very minor).

Notes:

It’s my first time writing for one of Henry’s characters and I’m unsure I did Sy’s character any justice.

This is a Capt. Syverson x OFC (Ada) story, written in 3rd person POV but OFC’s physical description is very limited so it could also be read as Capt. Syverson x Reader, I think.

English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Proofread, but not beta’ed. We die like men and all that.

Timeline is a little wacky: The movie takes place in 2003 and the U.S. forces were withdrawn from Iraq in 2011, but I never set a precise date because I don’t think it’s essential for this story. However, some elements might not be realistic because if we set this story in 2003: Phone cameras quality was not as good as it’s now, but for the purpose of the chapters, I will need you to imagine you could film great videos with your flip phone haha. Plus, it says Sy is coming back after being deployed for more than three years which makes no sense unless we set this in 2006 or later. I am asking you disregard any time inconsistencies.

Also: I am not American. I only lived in the US for six months and it was in the Midwest, not Texas so please bear with me if I write something stupid.

Finally: This will be a Christmas fic and I intend to post the last chapter (there will be seven in total) on or before Christmas. However, religion is never mentioned in this story and the Christmas-sy elements of this story are limited to family gathering, gift giving and tree decorating.

Chapter Six starts after the cut. (Chapter Five can be found here.) Let me know if you wish to be tagged in the last chapter or if you wish to be removed from the tag list.

I will post a master list soon and put the link in the comments to make it easier to navigate.

Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: Smut, Christmas themes, mentions of therapy, embarrassing moments.

Ada didn't mind being woken up with soft fluttering kisses on her neck. She definitely didn't mind starting the day with the tantalizing rub of his beard on her sensitive skin and the hard press of his torso against her back, their legs entwined and his morning erection nuzzled against her butt.

What she did mind, however, was when any of this happened at the butt crack of dawn. Ada opened her eyes just enough to read 6:50am on the alarm clock.

"Sy," she groaned, stopping his wandering hands with hers, trying to trap them beneath her breasts. "Hold that thought for later, okay?"

She heard him chuckle behind her, his chest vibrating against her body as he freed his hands from her weak grip. "Later is for putting up the Christmas tree and the decorations," he teased, his right hand now drawing circles low on her stomach.

Ada groaned again, wanting to fight his tempting touch but unwilling to move away from his body heat. "I'll get up at 7:30." Those were the last words out of her mouth before she had drifted off again.

When she woke up once more, forty minutes later with the blast of her alarm clock, her back was cold and the smell of breakfast wafted through the air, filling her nostrils. Damn Syverson and his military sleep schedule! She had taken all her days off to spend them with him only to wake up even earlier than when she was working.

With barely open eyes, Ada threw on his shirt that hung on the chair and slowly made her way downstairs, following the scent of pancakes. She found Sy in front of the stove, just finishing up the last one before setting it on the huge pile of pancakes that looked fluffier than clouds. Ada had quickly learnt that while Sy was a disaster when it came to the art of cooking, he was the master of pancakes and barbecue.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he greeted her and then smirked when he noticed her attire.

"Morning captain," she mumbled, walking up to him before patiently waiting until he leant down so that they could share a kiss. It always made him laugh when she did that: the adorable pout on her face when he didn't bend down for a kiss fast enough was worth waiting the extra second every time.

They ate in relative silence, mostly because Ada definitely wasn't a morning person, but the fact that Sy had a habit of stuffing his mouth full of food also played a role. When she was done eating, Ada pushed her plate and glass away, and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging her legs on the chair. She eyed her husband intently, waiting for him to finish eating with a grin on her lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that, darlin'?" Sy asked, eyebrow raised suspiciously before taking the last sip of his morning coffee.

Ada blushed, suddenly looking bashful. "Well… I was hoping we could go back upstairs and continue what you started earlier," she admitted in a tiny voice.

Sy laughed, a booming sound that filled the entire room before a shit-eating grin spread on his lips. "Tough luck, darlin'." He got up from his chair, standing in front of her across the narrow table. "Should have thought about that before falling asleep on me earlier."

Ada's mouth fell open. The cheek on this man! And what made it worse, was his huge smile that made him look like a very amused bear, with his hairy, tempting chest. He was toying with her. "Are you really saying no to sex?" She asked, cocking her brow. Sy wasn't really the type to turn down-

"Yes, no sex." He stated, suddenly looking very serious. "We have to head to the store to buy decorations, then put up the tree and hang the lights outside." Ada tried her best not to laugh. He sounded as if he were explaining a major, life or death, mission to her – not Christmas preparations. "You’re dismissed but I expect you back here in fifteen minutes, dressed and ready to go." With that, he turned around and started gathering the plates and silverware to put them in the dishwasher.

"Yes, sir."

Ada knew better than to talk back. First, when he had something in mind, it was nearly impossible to talk him out of it. Second, she hoped that the sooner they were done with this, the sooner she could get laid. Third, he had used his Captain voice that somehow always managed to make an obedient little soldier out of her.

Though, rationally, she also didn't want to make it any more difficult for him. He had confessed to her a few nights ago why he'd felt so uneasy when they had gone grocery shopping: the gondolas were too tall which led to lots of blind spots and the amount of people meant he couldn't rely on his hearing sense to detect potential danger. 'It just screams ambush,' he told her.

Ada couldn't quite imagine what he must have experienced that a supermarket or a store would translate into danger, but it was not her place to question him. Instead, she had kissed his forehead in bed and offered to start doing their shopping on her own. Sy had promptly refused, suggesting they simply go early in the mornings, when there were less people and less distracting noises.

Now at Target, she was immensely glad she had gotten out of bed, the sight alone was worth it. It wasn't everyday you'd see Sy pick up a bunch of Christmas tree baubles and inspect each one of them carefully before determining which ones were worthy enough to make it to their living room. Ada sneaked a picture for safekeeping and then decided to send it to his mom as well. Family dinner was fast-approaching, and she'd seize all the cookie points she could get.

"Darlin'," Sy called, catching her attention. He was holding up an inflatable Santa who, instead of carrying gifts, dragged a bag full of liquor bottles and sported a drunk grin on his face. It was tacky beyond words. "Do 'you think we should get this, or will it just upset the neighborhood kids?"

Ada grimaced but tried to disguise it with a smile. She’d die before letting that thing on their lawn. “I think a neighborhood dog would tear it to bits within a second," she lied, trying to appear apologetic.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

°°°

The lights were up. It was a much quicker process with Sy's help. It was also the occasion for Ada to just sit back and relax because he was adamant, she shouldn’t step on a ladder to help. Instead, she had a glass of bourbon waiting for him for when he finished. It was 5pm somewhere after all.

"You said we had a tree!" Sy's deep voice reached her from the basement.

Ada threw her head back, sighing, before hurrying downstairs after him. "Yes, it's in that box over there," she pointed at a white cardboard box behind a couple of spare tires.

"Woman, it's tiny!" Sy complained, picking up the box and setting it down between them. It was about as tall as her. It was not that small.

"It's the one I've used every year since I moved in. It's pretty enough and doesn't take up too much space,” she defended.

In front of her, Sy exhaled loudly through his nostrils before rubbing his beard. She knew that move. It's what he did to remind himself she was not a soldier under his command, but his wife, and that he better measure his words unless he wanted to sleep on the sofa.

"Look, darlin'," he said calmly, enclosing her small hands in his much bigger ones. "This is my first Christmas home with my wife. I refuse to put up a minuscule, fake sapling in my home and call it a Christmas tree."

Ada was slightly taken aback. She didn’t know Christmas was this important to him. Though it was true he had been overseas on Christmas the past two years, so she could understand where he was coming from with wanting this Christmas to matter. Besides, it was endearing when he put it like that.

With a nibble on her lip, Ada gave in. "Okay. They're selling trees in that parking lot by the pharmacy."

Sy slowly shook his head, a mischievous look on his face. "No. We're going to get our own pine tree from the woods."

You gotta be kidding me, she groaned internally.  

°°°

Ada had no idea where they were. It hadn’t been that long of a ride, but there were no more houses or streets to be seen around them, just endless fields and a forest. It was only when Sy took a right turn, that she started spotting cars and what looked to be a very colorful barn which had been converted into a cozy boutique.

“Where are we?” She asked, staring out of the window as Sy looked for a place to park his truck.

“The Dallagher’s ranch,” he replied. “They do a corn maze and a pumpkin patch in the Fall, and in the Winter, you can pick up your own Christmas tree. My dad used to take Claire and I here every year.”

Oh… This was a family tradition. No wonder Sy made such a big deal about having a real tree for Christmas.

Once out of the car, they walked hand in hand through the dirt road until they reached the makeshift counter made of hay where you could get a handcart before heading out into the man-made pine forest and select a Christmas tree. Most people she saw, however, were already returning the handcarts and happily carrying their trees to their parked cars.

The old man by the cash register seemed to recognize Sy instantly, smiling warmly as he greeted him with a one-armed hug. Ada realized it was the ranch’s owner. “I haven’t seen you in years, Jack!” The old man exclaimed with a laugh before turning to Ada. “And who’s this pretty lady?”

“This is Ada, my wife,” Sy said, introducing them. He watched with amusement as Ada stumbled as the old man hugged her without a warning, taking her by surprise.

“Well, it’s great to meet you, Ada,” the man nodded once he had retreated, and then turned back to Sy. “Should I be offended I wasn’t invited to the wedding?” He teased.

Sy was already wrapping his arm around her shoulders, chuckling. “To be honest, Dallagher, there were no guests at the wedding,” he replied, amused at the way the old man frowned in a confused manner at that piece of information. “Actually, we came here to get a tree.”

“Of course!” Dallagher immediately turned and ordered the young boy in overalls to fetch them a handcart. “What size did you have in mind?”

“Something around seven feet,” Sy said, looking pensive as Ada looked up at him suspiciously, trying to figure out how much seven feet converted to in the metric system. Once she’d done the math, she pulled at Sy’s flannel sleeve to protest – that was way too big, it’d take up the whole living room – but the Dallagher’s grandson was already handing them the cart and leading them to the entrance.

“Trees that big are at the very back of the forest, you’ll have to walk a little.”

This turned out to be quite an understatement. Ada felt like they had been walking for literal years. While they had still come across other people at the beginning, mostly families, they were on their own now – that is if you didn’t count the many squirrels that kept appearing out of nowhere.

She stopped, grabbing the back of Sy’s red tartan shirt so he would be forced to pause as well. “Can’t we just take one of these?” Ads suggested, gesturing at the countless trees all around them. They were all pretty enough and considerably taller than her.

Sy huffed, biting his lip in amusement as he looked at her dispirited face. He’d told her she should probably get changed and wear more comfortable shoes before they left home, but she had insisted she wasn’t going to change clothes just to get a goddamn tree. “These are only around six feet, darlin’. And,” he paused, eyeing the trees more closely, “they’re not Nordmann firs. I want a Nordmann.”

Ada sighed defeatedly, but nodded all the same, starting to walk again when Sy took pity on her. “Do you want to sit on the handcart?”

The change on his wife’s face was instant, the frown lifting into a smile as she climbed on the cart and sat down in the middle, evening out her weight for him. “Is that better, darlin?” He asked teasingly.

She turned her head back just to make sure he saw her rolling her eyes.

By the time they reached an area with Nordmann trees that Sy considered nice and big enough, her butt was sore from the conjunction of the hard, wooden surface and the uneven ground. She wasn’t even sure she had made the better call or whether it would have been better to suffer in her new ankle boots instead.

“Which one is better?” Sy asked, pointing at two pine trees that looked virtually identical to her.

Ada shrugged, almost saying that he should choose before realizing how much time that would take. The man wasn’t picky about food, bedlinen or even the pillow he slept with, but apparently, he had to make sure he brought home the most perfect tree. She still couldn’t wrap her head around that. “The left one,” she said finally.

“Which one? Your left or my left?”

Breathing in deeply, she decided to just point at the tree she was talking about. Sy nodded thoughtfully and grabbed the saw he had brought with him and started to work on the tree. While she had been most eager to get this whole thing over with, it became an entirely different story now as she dreamily stared at her husband getting to work.

With most of his back facing her and one knee on the forest’s soft ground as he started sawing off the Nordmann fin, Sy looked absolutely delicious. The red flannel shirt unbuttoned over his white t-shirt and the jeans made him perfect sight with anyone with a lumberjack fantasy. Ada had never considered herself as having such a kink. A uniformed soldier, or even better, a captain? Hell yes. A strong, rugged husband capable of her breaking her in half? Also a big yes. A lumberjack? The thought had never crossed her mind in the past but there was no point in denying it now as she sat back on the wooden cart, watching Sy carefully saw down the giant tree.

She was wet. Horny. Aroused. You name it. It also didn’t help that they hadn’t had sex that day. Yet.

"Sy," she whined, just loud enough to get his attention, while swinging her legs in the air like a child.

"I'm almost done, darlin'," Sy responded, not bothering to turn around to look at her. "I want a nice, clean cut."

Yeah, and she want a nice, dirty fuck. Pouting, she watched him for a couple more seconds as he knelt in front of the base of the tree, deciding from which side he should bring the saw to the trunk next in order to make it even.

That was when Ada decided she was tired of waiting. Shuffling quietly, she slipped off her wet panties from under her dress and rolled them into a small ball before throwing it at her husband. It hit his left shoulder and rolled down his chest. Grinning wickedly, she leaned back on her shoulders and enjoyed the view, the muscles on his back shifting as he picked up the garment off the ground. If this didn't get her laid, nothing else would.

"Ada Metz Syverson," Sy groaned out her full name slowly, his voice even deeper than usual. He got back up on his feet and turned to face her, looking stern.

Suddenly she didn't feel so brave anymore, not when he had crossed the distance to her in two determined strides and went to tower over her small, sitting frame. His jaw was set, and his eyes were a darker shade of blue than usual. Ada moved her eyes down his body, her eyes pausing at the defined pectorals on his chest before sliding lower. He was definitely hard, the bulge on his jeans prominent.

"Just remember you asked for this."

She wanted to ask what this was supposed to be, but he didn’t give her the chance. “Legs,” he ordered, patting his shoulder as he came to stand just inches away from her. Almost unconsciously, she obeyed his order, her ankles coming to rest on the front of his shoulders, her feet framing his neck. “That’s a good girl,” he praised her with a quick kiss to her right calf before his large hands moved to the front of his jeans, just over the protruding tent and began undoing the belt and snap.

From this angle, Sy’s cock looked even bigger, the shiny glans flushed a deep pink. Ada swallowed tightly, her legs already shaking with anticipation and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Pumping his shaft with his right hand, Sy brought his left one to her core, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over clit once or twice before sliding it between her folds. She was a dripping mess. Sy smirked when she keened eagerly at his touch, enjoying his ministrations until he pulled his hand away and brought it to his mouth, licking off her slick. “It’s good you’re so wet already because I just can’t wait to take you, darlin’.”

He wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t wait. The next thing he did, was grabbing hold of his throbbing, hard cock and guiding himself into her. Ada moaned loudly at the intrusion, drowning out Sy’s own growl as her walls clenched around his cock, trying to get used to the abruptness and depth of the penetration.

“Fuck, Sy!” She cried out, not even sure what it was she wanted. “Don’t stop,” was all she could muster as he ploughed into her like there was no tomorrow, hitting her pleasure all at once.

He knew they were being too loud. They might be alone, but they were still out in the open air, and yet he just couldn’t find it in himself to care – not when she felt this good around his cock and her noises only heightened his fervor. If someone happened to stumble upon them, then they’d simply be in for a premium show,

It wasn’t long until her legs started shaking almost uncontrollably up in the air, prompting him to remove one hand from his steely grip on her hip and wrap his arms around her legs to keep them steady as he continued with jackhammer thrusts. “Are you going to cum for me, darlin’?” Sy panted, groaning out the question between clenched teeth even though he already knew the answer.

Ada didn’t manage to reply, the first waves of her orgasm already coursing through her when she moaned his name. Her hips canted up, her body tensed up like a bolt, and Sy knew he was done for right then. Her warm walls squeezed him impossibly tight inside of her, milking the cum right out of his cock while he fought to keep his balance as pleasure overtook him.

They came down from their heights slowly, chests heaving. Sy lazily removed her legs from his shoulders, massaging the strained muscles on her inner thighs before he set her legs down. This woman would be the end of him. “That was…” he panted, bending forward over her body to kiss her forehead, unable to find a proper adjective to describe what had just happened.

“Yeah,” Ada breathed out, nodding slowly.

Sy ended up having to carry her and the tree on the cart back to his truck because there was no way she was able to walk straight after that.

°°°

They finished decorating the giant tree. Ada had to admit it looked pretty although the red and gold decorations clashed with the color theme of their living room. She handed Sy the newly purchased baubles one by one – he was the only one capable of reaching the top.

On their way back home, she had somehow managed to convince Sy to stop at the therapist’s office – the one she had found had the highest ratings on Google. They had booked the first available appointment, which was just after the New Year and Sy had made it very clear to their secretary it was just a ‘testing appointment’ and that there was no need to set aside time slots for follow-up sessions yet because there was no guarantee he’d be back. His reluctance was palpable, but Ada was glad he was giving it a try at least. And if he didn’t like, then they’d figure out something else.

In the background, their wedding video kept playing and she wondered for how much longer she'd have to hear the sound of camera flashes as the chapel assistant took way too many photos of them in the most cliché poses you could imagine. Sy has insisted they put on their wedding video since they’d never gotten around to watch it and it fit the season, according to him. Slowly, the annoying sounds began fading away and Ada sighed with relief. Watching herself on TV sparked too much embarrassment in her.

"Hand me the big one with Rudolph, will you, darlin'," Sy asked from behind her, still meticulously decorating the tree.

Ada nodded, searching for the bauble he had in mind. It was still in the shopping bag, she remembered, lifting it off the floor to dig inside it.

Ada froze as a female chuckle was heard, unconsciously gripping the glass ornament too tightly in her hand. "Not that fast, Captain."

Behind her, Sy frowned. "What did you say?"

"Tonight, I'm in charge," she heard her own voice say - no, it was more like a purr.

"Shit!" Ada cursed loudly, letting the bauble fall back inside the bag and she hurried to the TV, her worst fear confirmed.

Sy followed her quickly, stopping just behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "Is that from our wedding night?" He asked slowly, his eyes locked on the screen as he watched his younger self being tied up to the bedposts by his wife.

"Yes," Ada cringed, her face a painful grimace. "I didn't even remember the sex tape."

"Me neither," Sy swallowed loudly, admittedly rapidly becoming aroused at the sight of his Ada doing a striptease on camera. She wore that red ensemble with the garter belt.

"I think the assistant never really ended the video after our wedding, only paused it and we later continued filming in the hotel instead of starting a new video," Ada commented, now understanding what had happened. How they’d even came up with the idea of filming a sex tape on their wedding night, she didn't know. Alcohol had probably played a part in it.

Sy was still staring in awe at the TV, enthralled by the sight of his wife deviously edging him, her hips swaying slowly, when her words slowly registered in his head. "Didn't we send copies of the video to our families?" He stammered, his voice uncharacteristically quiet and hesitant.

Silence fell between them as they both realized they had been dumb enough to send copies before watching it themselves. "Fuck!" Ada barked, seizing the remote to pause the video. "We sent that to my parents, your parents, your sister...," she listed, her face losing all color.

Suddenly, the sound of Sy's deep laughter filled her ears. She turned to him, aghast. How could he find this funny? This was peak cringe! She’d be one needing therapy after this!

"You know, darlin', watching this video was the first time my parents ever saw their daughter-in-law, before even meeting you in person." Sy explained, shaking his head with amusement.

Ada was mortified. No wonder Mr. Syverson had seemed on the verge of laughter the first time they'd met and Helen had given her the side eye. The woman had a USB stick in her home with an hour-long video of Ada fucking her son. "You know, Sy, this wedding video is also the first thing my parents saw of you." He stopped laughing abruptly, his face red, all amusement gone.

They both sat down on the couch next to each other, slowly coming to terms with the fact that pretty much their whole families had seen this, and never said anything, probably keeping it as an inside joke.

Sy broke the silence, his large hand reaching to rub her naked thigh. "You know, I don't think we should be embarrassed," he said, prompting her to stare back up at him, eyebrow raised dubiously. "The way you tied up my arms really enhanced my biceps and you looked adorably hot like a vicious kitten from hell."

°°°

@colourmeinblue​ @hail-horror-queen​ @youthought-iwasa-nicegirl​ @kmuir1​ @madbaddic7ed​ @coffeebreathy​ @purplelove75​ @summersong69​ @helenaellie​ @rn7rocks​ 

#henry cavill smut #syverson smut #henry cavill x reader #syverson x reader #henry cavill x ofc #syverson x ofc

[laheyyisaac]

Overdue

chapter 3 — starting over

SUMMARY: Guinevere Bailey just moved to McKinney, TX in order to figure out her life. She meets Captain Hank Syverson at the local library, and she finds out she might have bitten off more than she can chew. PAIRING: Syverson x OFC WORD COUNT: 1394 A/N: holy shit! it’s been like 5 months! first of all, i’m so terribly sorry. i’ve been wretchedly depressed, and covid and grad school have simultaneously been beating the shit out of me with a wrench. or a lead pipe. not sure yet. either way. let me know what you think. i’m a bit rusty on this story, but i still want to at least finish it. not much of an idea where it’s gonna go. any thoughts? anything you’d like to see? lmk! TAGS:  @promptandpros​ @alyxkbrl​ @completelybonkersentirelymad​ @mylifefallingupthestairs​ @kissthatlifeaway​ @dangerouslovefanfic​ @michellemybelles-world​ @poledancingdinos​ @speakerforthedead0​ @omgkatinka​ @marswritings​ @misslalaland-blog-blog​ @oddsnendsfanfics​ @mzchievous-blog​ @auds24 @maizyistrash @mary-ann84 @justaboringadult @mis-lil-red @xxxkatxo PART 1 / PART 2

Captain Henry Syverson Jr. had never felt more like shit than he did now. He stared at his phone with a scowl on his face, still covered head to toe in soot. 

hope you’re okay. i’m headed home.

He’d screwed up the date he was having with a girl he thought was… well, incredibly pretty and incredibly funny. Sy closed his phone and sat it on his bed, going to his bathroom to wash off the remains of the barn that had caught fire last night. The barn had belonged to his mama and pop, and when he’d seen the smoke, he knew the animals hadn’t been moved out yet. Most of last night had been moving the animals out as fast as they could. So far, they’d only lost a hog and a calf in the fire, and a few were burned. It was...not bad, all things considered.

He still hadn’t had the nerve to text Guinevere back. He hadn’t had the nerve to go and see her either at the library. She most likely thought he’d stood her up, but the exact opposite was true. Sy stepped under the hot water, and he sighed as the drain tried to handle the near black liquid pooling down. He scrubbed his head as best he could. His hair was starting to grow back, already longer than he was used to. However, he wanted to grow it out. He missed his shaggy curls. The desert didn’t allow for that much.

He washed up as best as he could, and he realized his need for new shampoo and body wash since he smelled like a damn Bath & Body Works store. God love his mother, but she didn’t know what he liked anymore. And as lovely as lavender smelled, Sy didn’t want to smell like that. No, he much preferred his lovers smell like that. 

With a sigh, he stepped from the shower and dried off, looking over himself in the mirror. A few scars littered his chest, a few bullet wounds and the like. They added to his look. Or so he hoped.

He grabbed his phone and finally made the plunge, texting Gwen with all the humility he could muster.

I can explain. She typed back for a few moments, but then the typing bubbles went away. They started up again a moment later, and that continued for a few more minutes. Sy was practically having heart palpitations.

let’s hear it.

Our barn caught on fire last night, and I was out pulling the animals out. I completely forgot to text you. I’m sorry.

She started typing again. He didn’t have to wait long for this one. oh my god oh my god i’m so sorry! i must seem like such a jerk right now! ugh. i’m so sorry a thousand times over. do you want to reschedule?

Sy smiles. She’s sweet. Sounds good. I’ll be there this time. Hell or high water. Same place, same time tonight?

perfect. see you then, sy.

She sent a little heart emoji after that, and Sy was over the moon. Hopefully, nothing would ruin tonight. Then again, knowing Sy’s luck...

He made it there on time, meaning 5 minutes before. He got their table, set everything just right, and he waited. One minute before, Gwen stepped inside looking like the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The mustard colored dress she wore perfectly complemented those eyes of hers. Took his breath away.

She looked nervous, and she was. However, he stood and waved a hand over to her. She beamed at him, trying to look like she wasn’t running towards him. It looked more like a brisk half-jog, which Sy appreciated. They were both excited. In their own ways.

He stood as she got closer, going around to pull out her chair for her. She flashed him a quick smile, and she sat. The tips of her ears were bright red. Sy had done his duty in making her blush, so he returned to his chair and sat across from her.

“I am so sor—”

“I am so sor—”

They both spoke at the same time, and they both laughed in tandem. “You go first,” Gwen said, brushing her hair from her face and putting her chin in her hands.

“I am so sorry, Guinevere. I should have texted or called you sooner to let you know what had happened. I wasn’t thinkin’.”

Gwen was silent for a while, and that made Sy fidget. He wasn’t fond of silences he deemed awkward, and this was one such silence. The Captain in him wanted to continue speaking, to talk and talk and talk until she had finally gotten it into her head what he meant when he hadn’t messaged her. But she spoke before he could actually say anything else.

“Nothing to be sorry about, Sy. Not like you set fire to your own barn. Unless you did, and if you did, I’m required to report you to the authorities.” They both laugh, and Gwen reaches out to take his hand across the table.

“Sorry for the miscommunication,” she breathed, finally. “Do over?”

“Do over. Howdy.” He raises their hands to shake. “My name is Hank Syverson Jr. But you can call me Sy. I’m a Captain in the U.S. Army. Who in the world are you, young lady?”

She laughs and shakes his hand right back, thumb brushing along the rough texture of his hands. “I am Guinevere Bailey, local librarian and nuisance. But you can just call me Gwen. Or nuisance. Again, I answer to both.”

It only goes up from there. Turned out that the army captain and the librarian shared a deep love of Tolkien and fantasy series of all sorts. He had a deep affection for video games, and though their tastes differed — he preferred combat heavy games and Gwen preferred story driven games — they both agreed that video games were quite fun no matter the genre. They laughed. They shared dessert. They lost track of time. They were gently reminded of the restaurant’s hours, and Gwen started to pull out her wallet to help pay for her dinner.

“Now now, little lady, let me get this one.”

“Only if you promise I can get the next one.”

Now, Hank was a chivalrous man, an old fashioned man. But he also never said no to a free meal, and in a refreshing turn for Guinevere, he said — “Deal.”

She smiled. “I really like you Hank Syverson Jr. I really, really like you.”

“I like you too Guinevere Bailey. Now c’mon. We’re wearin’ out our welcome.”

They left the restaurant, and the stars twinkled above them, cradling a bright full moon. Sy took a chance and linked their arms together, much to Gwen’s delight. She took his arm and leaned into him. They walked around historic downtown for a bit, continuing to chat and observing the old, beautiful buildings. By the time they’d made it back to their cars, the time was nearly midnight. They stood outside Gwen’s car, and he looked down at her, tall and towering.

“I had a nice night tonight, Gwen.”

“Me too, Sy. We should do it again sometime soon.”

“We should, and I should start goin’ to the library more often. I think I still got some books that are overdue from the fifth grade.”

“You’re going to get in trouble, Sy.”

“As long as I’m just in trouble with you. Night, Gwen.” Then, “can I kiss you?”

The question surprises her. Not many ask her. So she simply nods before letting out a resounding “yes. I’d like that.”

He leans down slowly, and Gwen’s lips part at the sight. He descends and places the softest kiss right there on her cheek, his beard tickling her jaw. She laughs at his tease, and he pulls back with a wink.

“Didn’t think you meant it like that, Syverson.”

“Hey, I never specified where. Buy me dinner first, and we’ll see where it goes.”

They both laugh again, and they linger. Neither wants to go home. Neither wants to stay. It’s kind of chilly, but neither will say anything if they can help it. It’s Gwen who breaks the silence, though.

“One more for the road? The other cheek’s getting jealous.”

“Yes ma’am. Whatever you say.”

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[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Capt. Syverson-Chapter One: Evaluation

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Shane Benton gets a new patient, veteran “Sy” Syverson. He’s one of the most complex cases she’s had, in more ways than one. She thinks he’s already starting to like her and what’s worse...she feels the same.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None, really, mentions of war and trauma and some hate on the Chicago Cubs, but like…it’s not MEAN! (I’m a Missouri girl, and for the purposes of this fic, Sy is a Missouri boy, and we will bleed for our sports teams. Lol!)

A/N: Inspired by this post right here, and hopefully turning into some splendid fluffy and smutty stuff for my lovely Cavillry babes all around including the two that essentially forced me into this. Lol! (I’m thinking I’ll have at least three or four more chapters.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3.

Tags: @onlyhenrys @cavillryarchive

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Shane was working on her morning's notes as she scarfed down her lunch. So many hand's-on patients made for a busy so called "lunch hour." Time which their boss was always reminded them was only half for their personal use, and could be taken away if census demanded. She was pretty sure it wasn't legal to make such threats, but thankfully, the secretaries usually had the therapists backs.

As she typed, she got a notification in her messenger app.

Just a head's up, your 1:30 is such a major babe I could barely look at him while I checked him in, so good luck with that.

Heather, one of her best friends in the office, had warned her, as she always did when there was a potential problem with a patient.

Oh, and his KOOS score is 27.5! Yikes! Shit, she'd seen arthritic grandparents with better scores on that test, which essentially rated your ability with the affected knee. Ideal was 100. She pulled up his chart review to see what she was getting herself into with this guy.

Tricare insurance, so, a vet. And only a year older than she was, so, recent discharge, or even active duty. She pulled up his order…shit. Traumatic tear of the anterior cruciate ligament. With damage to the medial collateral ligament as well. And a patellar dislocation. Repairs had been done, but this guy was in bad shape. He was going to be coming a while.

She replied to Heather.

Damn, that's bad. I'm looking at his order, and I'm already thinking I'm gonna want to try to keep him on my schedule if we can. And three times a week. If not with me, Jordan, if he's got openings. Can you start working on that when you have time?

Sure thing…I think you'll be glad you kept him on your caseload once you get a look at his face…and like all of him. Even on crutches, he's tall as shit!

Heather, come on. I'm a professional. I have a doctorate ffs. Lol

You also have a uterus, to the best of my knowledge, and it's about to explode. Promise.

Haha, okay. I'll be out for Prince Charming in about ten. Lemme pop a breath mint and run a brush through my hair.

Good call.

Shane did just that, but still pulled her dark hair back into her customary functional high ponytail, made sure there was no stray food on her shirt, and headed out of her treatment room for her patient.

As she walked down the hall to the waiting area to get him, she noticed a slumped and bearded figure leaning forward on a set of crutches, a KC Chiefs baseball cap slipping up off of his forehead revealing short cropped dark hair. She smiled at his repping one of her home teams, and stepped up to him, greeting him warmly, but formally.

"Mr. Syverson?"

"Ma'am." he said, as he adjusted his cap and stood immediately at attention, still relying on the crutches, but making himself as tall as possible. He really was a soldier. Despite her proximity to Fort Leonard Wood here in St. Robert, Missouri, she didn't see many military men.

"Hi, My name is Shane. I'm a physical therapist. I'm going to be working with you today."

"Oh, okay. They told me my therapists name was Shane, I figured…"

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Don't worry, I act like one of the guys. You'll hardly notice."

"I doubt that." he muttered, but she ignored it. She didn't know which would be worse. Him being a macho chauvinist who couldn't deal with a female therapist, or having a crush on her and making things weird. She'd had both. And it never ended well for her.

"Well, let's go have a chat in the treatment room."

They walked toward the room she'd just left, and when they arrived, she asked him to set on her plinth mat.

"Could you please verify your date of birth for me? Gotta make sure I got the right patient in here."

"May the 5th, 1983."

"Thanks, and the last four of your social?"

He told her, quietly, and against her will, a shiver ran up her spine at the softness the bear of a man exhibited in his voice when trying to maintain privacy. But she kept her composure.

"Excellent." she began typing her eval note, and asking him questions. He began telling the harrowing story of the mission, the mission that effectively ended his career in the military as he knew it. At lest, what he could tell her. Obviously some of it was classified, but certain details she would need to know in order to know how he it and how to treat him. She could tell he was trying to hold it together. Reliving the trauma was probably triggering to an extent. Her heart went out for the broad-chested, blue-eyed man.

"God, that's incredible. The fact that you're alive is amazing, Mr. Syverson."

"I go by Sy, ma'am. And as aware as I am of that, it's tough to feel good about it when some friends in my squad weren't so lucky." he examined the pattern on the tile floor as he rubbed the heel of his hand against the wide thigh of his injured leg. A nervous habit, she presumed. She had similar quirks.

"That must be difficult for you." she knew she was getting off-track from what she needed for her SOAP note, but after all, he was going to be on her caseload exclusively for the foreseeable future. She'd have time to flesh out the goals and basically finish the eval next visit.

"Yeah, but I know there's a lotta guys' got it worse'n me, ma'am."  

"We think that should make it better, but it never does. And if I'm calling you 'Sy,' you have to cut the ma'am business. It's Shane, even to my patients." she smiled.

"Sorry, m--sorry. Habits die hard."

"Just like John McClean." she chuckled, not expecting him to get her ridiculous movie humor. But he laughed.

"Did you just make a Die Hard reference?" he smiled, and the sunshine of it paired with the stunning blue of his eyes nearly sent her flying into the wall. Thankfully, she had something to occupy her gaze in the form of her laptop, where she tried to document on him.

"Did you just get one of my movie references? Because nobody around here appreciates that I'm a total movie nerd. I'm wasted on these people."

"Ya know, maybe you're right about feeling like I'm getting PT from a guy." he chuckled.

"I told ya!" she laughed, but tried not to let her heart sink too far.

The evaluation continued with her doing strength and range of motion measurements on his knee. "Okay, push against my hand…now resist when I push…now bring your foot back against my hand…and resist when I pull." she did this with both sides to compare relative strength. "Great job. Okay, I'm going to see how much range you have in your knee. Lay back on the table for me, please." she thought she saw a flirty glint in his eye, but again, she ignored it. She had a job to do. And it was to hold this goniometer up to his knee and see how many degrees of flexion and extension this man had in the joint while trying not to think any salacious thoughts about the thigh connected to it.

"Okay, now, listen, Sy, I know it goes against your instinct, but I'm looking for pain-free range of motion, here, so don't be a hero. Don't move it farther than you can without hurting it. And let me know if it starts to hurt when I move it."

"Yes, ma'am." he winked.

"I'll let that one slide, I guess." she giggled. She concentrated on the numbers she was getting from the big protractor, and typing them into her eval, and not the man lying before her.

"Okay, I'm gonna get the other knee now to compare for goals."

He nodded.

"Were you pretty active before this happened?" she was more or less making small talk, as she could tell by the condition of the rest of his body that he was incredibly fit.

"Yes, m--yes, I was. We had a gym on base, nothin' like what y'all have here, just some machines and a few free weights."

"No bikes or treadmills or anything?" She herself liked the elliptical, but knew it was a considered more of a girl's machine in the gym world.

"Nah, with electric being spotty where we were stationed, we sorta had to…get creative, I guess you could say, for cardio." she let it slide, apparently there was an inside joke to which she wasn't privy.

"Right, understandable. Well, here, we don't have to get that creative. I'm gonna put you on some equipment gradually, and just warm up the knee, then get to work on joint mobilization and myofascial release. But at this point in Dr. Potter's protocol, he only wants gentle stretching and weight bearing as tolerated. We can start a bit of strengthening after next week."

"So, you think I'll be back to running anytime soon?"

"We can make that a goal, Sy, because I can absolutely get you there. But you're going to have to take it slow. You've got not one, but three major injuries we have to contend with, and there is major trauma in there. But it will heal. With time and effort. And like I said, don't be a hero. The number one rule of therapy is 'if it hurts, don't do it.'"

"I'll hold you to that, m--Shane."

"You're a quick study, Sy. I think you'll be alright. Looks like Heather's put some appointments in for you already. If any of them don't work, call us, and we'll try to get them swapped. I'd like to keep you on my schedule as much as possible, but if there's a conflict in your schedule, any of our therapists will be terrific. And I'll make sure they're looking at your chart and protocol thoroughly before seeing you."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Okay, I'm gonna print out your schedule for you, and a few exercise handouts I'd like you to work on, especially on days you don't come here. And I'll know if you don't do them, because you won't have improved…so, you better do them."

"Yes, ma'am." she half expected a salute. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, maybe I'll give you three strikes on the ma'am thing."

"Baseball fan, too?"

"Not that three strikes is so obscure that I'd have to be to know it, but, yes! Major St. Louis Cardinals fan."

"I knew I was gonna like you from the start. Although, being brought up 'round Kansas City m'self, I'm more of a Royals fan."

"Hey, only time I don't root for KC is when they're playing my Redbirds. And even if my team loses to them, it hurts less than if they lose to, say…the Cubs." they shared a scowl of disdain for the Chicago team. "Although, I was happy for them and their fans when they won the series back in 16."

"Yeah, I guess we could afford to let them win one in a hundred years…I'm hoping their next one comes long after I'm in the ground." he chuckled.

"Can't have them getting a big head, can we?"

"Nope! Sure can't!" they both laughed at their mutual interest in dissing rival sports teams.

"Okay, I'll be right back with those handouts." she ran to the office all in one machine to grab the papers she'd printed for him, making sure they were all his and not another patient's. She put them in one of their folders and headed back to her room where he sat on the mat, waiting for her with a smile under his rather impressive beard.

"Before I let you out of here, what questions can I answer for you about what we did today?"

"Oh, uh, nothing comes to mind. You explained everything really well. Did you look at my schedule? Am I with you all the time?"

"Hmm, let's see here, looks like the next two, yes, but I'm off next week, so Heather put you with Jordan, which is what I asked her to do. You two will work great together and he's got a great instinct for injuries like this. And I'll talk to him before I leave. He's one of the best PTAs I've ever worked with, I promise."

"I guess, if you have to take a vacation. I'll see you next time though."

"I'm looking forward to it. That's when the real work will begin, Sy. And our number is on in this paperwork if you have questions, and I've put my card in here, too." they shook hands, and he grabbed the folder from her.

She saw him out of the room and into the lobby. She'd finished with him a bit early, but her next one was already waiting. She needed a break. To collect herself. To breathe.

"Jason! Hey! Go on and get on the recumbent bike, level two. Ride until I get there. We'll get a lot done today if you're already warmed up. I've got a note to finish. And then I'll be in. I should be 15 or less."

While the 19 year old with a torn meniscus hopped to her instructions, she went back to her computer to attempt to finish Sy's eval and pretend that she didn't already have a serious and intense crush on him. This was going to be a long twelve weeks…at least.

Up Next: Chapter Two-Therapeutic Procedure

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[sillyrabbit81]

Captain Syverson One Shots Masterlist

One Shots

Under the Cut

In order from newest to oldest.

Curious: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut, prompt: Possessive & Rough/ Mutual Masturbation) As a journalist, your curiosity compels you to accept Syverson's invitation to his room.

Fuse: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut, prompt: Sleepy & Lazy/ Daddy Kink) Sy struggles to contain his excitement.

Heart Of The Matter: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (Angst, Smut) A few weeks after you and Sy break up, you show up on his doorstep determined to win him back.

Six Sentences Challenge: Cottontail: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (Smut) Sy buys you a bunny tail butt plug.

And So Much More...: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (Smut, Angst, Fluff) After a disappointing date, your best friend's older brother picks you up to take you home.

Prying: Captain Syverson x Female Reader feat. August Walker (Smut, Dub-Con, Non-Con) When your husband Sy finds out you work with August Walker he isn't happy, but even in your wildest dreams, you would never have guessed why. (Slight AU)

Reassurances: Virgin Young!Syverson x Female Virgin!Reader (fluff, angst, smut) You and Sy are high school sweethearts. You’re both virgins and after dating for nearly two years, you both feel like the time is right to take the next step. He takes you to a hotel room after your Senior Prom, but will it be a night to remember? (Both reader and Sy are eighteen)

More Than Ever: Captain Syverson x Single Mother Reader (angst) 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. (Sy POV)

Always Real?: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, angst, smut) You and Sy keep getting set up with random people and you are both sick of it. You hatch a plan to say you’re dating so your friends leave you alone. Things get awkward when you fall for him, because you know, he doesn’t feel the same way.

Wishful Drinking: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst) You and Sy contemplate your broken relationship. (Alternating POV)

Wake Me: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff) Sy comforts you after a nightmare.

Practical Boundaries: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, angst, smut) You and Sy have been close friends for years and the sexual tension between you has been growing palpable. Will the chills and thrills of Halloween bring you together or tear you apart?

Ain’t Got My View: Captain Syverson x Plus Size Female Reader (smut, angst) Sy helps you deal with your insecurities while you’re on top.

Thrill Me, Chill Me: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) Your best friend invites you to a 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' Halloween party. Dressed as Janet you feel a little vulnerable, until you meet the guy dressed as Rocky and then the evening takes an exciting turn.

No More Pretending: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut, angst, fluff) You and Sy are high school sweethearts who break up when he joins the military, and you go to college. You see each other again at your ten year high school reunion.

Shameless Hoe Fairy Mutual Masturbation: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) Lately my thirsty thots have been about Sy and masturbation. In particular mutual masturbation.

Teddy Bear: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (sub!Sy, smut) You show off your new jeans to Sy.

Close Shave: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (implied smut) You need help from Sy and you get more than you bargain for.

Silly Smutober: Private Sugar: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (very silly, deliberately bad, smut) While you are asleep, your base comes under attack. As quickly as you can you go to your post where Captain Syverson is waiting. But did you forget something?

Tell Me and it’s Yours: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) You ask Sy to make love to you.

Lookout: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst, fluff, smut) 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.

Bliss Bomb: Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader (fluff, smut) Your husband Sy comes home early and catches you in the bath using a peach scented bath bomb.

Attached: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, smut) You get paired with Sy in a drinking game, your mutual attraction is immediate, so what happens by the end of the night?

Nice Reward: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (Smut) You accidentally give away to Sy that you have a praise kink. Your ex always made you feel ashamed of your kink, so how will Sy react?

Familiar: Captain Syverson x Chloe (OFC) (fluff, angst, smut) Sy visits a strip club and when he sees his ex on stage, neither of them are prepared for what happens next. (Sy POV)

The Blind: Syverson: Captain Syverson x Kate (OFC) (fluff, smut) Kate goes on a blind date with Syverson (Alternating POV)

38 Seconds: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, implied smut) Sy isn’t impressed with his competition for your heart and shows you that he is the guy for you in the dorkiest way possible.

Contradiction: Captain Syverson x Reader (angst) Sy comforting you.

I Know It By Heart: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) Sy finds an old sex tape you made together and you aren’t happy.

Testing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (implied smut) You and Sy are trying to have a baby.

Wrapped: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) You decide to give Sy a special gift for your anniversary and the results are not as you expected.

Blood Hound: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) You have your period, Sy fucks you anyway.

Unexpected: Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader (fluff, smut) You start dating Sy when you are pregnant with your ex boyfriend's baby.

Love/Hate: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut, Dub-Con) You can’t stand all the annoying things Sy does, you hate him. Too bad you also love him just as much.

Magic Sy: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, implied smut) for  @nashibirne's Stripper Challenge. Sy catches you watching Magic Mike XXL again.

Fight or Flight: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst) You and Sy have a huge fight.

Tempting the Captain: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) with @blakerogue You and Captain Syverson attend a ceremony but both of you have other things on your minds.

Your Condition: Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader (angst to fluff) You have a one night stand with Sy. He deploys soon after and you discover you are pregnant with no way to contact him.

Your Condition (Part 2): Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader (fluff, smut) Your relationship with Sy progresses as you get closer to your due date.

Unseen Monsters: Captain Syverson x Reader (mostly fluff) A storm wakes you and Sy comforts you his way.

The Red Army: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (mostly fluff) The arrival of your periods means you cancel a date with Sy.

Honey, I Distracted the Kids: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) Sy comes up with a way to get alone time with you.

Catfishing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) You were catfished and decide to drown your sorrows in alcohol when you meet a soldier.

Just Breathe: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst) Sy helps you deal with anxiety.

Tick Tock: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (mostly fluff, implied smut) You want a baby, who better to give you one than your friend Sy?

Think of England: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (mostly smut, with mild angst and fluff) First sex with Sy post baby.

Tetris: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff) You buy too much at Ikea and have trouble fitting it in your car. Will a hero come to your rescue?

Fourth of July: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, angst) Sy doesn’t like fireworks, but can he work on that for the sake of his family?

Candy Cane: Captain Syverson x Tall!Reader Female (fluff, smut) Your brothers’ friend Sy has a scruffy beard and you offer to help him groom.

Girls’ Night Needs: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) You leave your Girls’ Night early because you have needs.

Rough Day?: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) Sy takes comfort in you after a rough day.

She’s Got Legs: Captain Syverson x Tall!Female Reader (implied smut) Sy likes tall girls.

Moving Day: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, angst, smut) Sy helps you to pack your stuff to move into his house. He finds your box of memories and it brings up an unexpected question.

Gym Feels: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst, implied smut) Being comforted by Sy after feeling bad at the gym.

Happy Birthday: Captain Syverson x Reader (fluff) You meet Sy on your birthday.

Sy Loves Quickies: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) Sy likes quickies because of course he does.

Oops: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff) You forget to follow your Sy on Instagram. Oops.

Trypanophobia: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (implied smut) Sy is a big pussy… cat and as his tattoo artist, you help him overcome his fear with some cheeky flirtations.

Captain Syverson Surprising Teacher Girlfriend at Work: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff) Sy doesn’t tell his teacher girlfriend that he’s back from deployment and surprises her at work. (Sy POV)

Captain Syverson Returning Home to Find S/O Pregnant (Little Hobbit) Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader (fluff) Sy returns from deployment to a little surprise.

Welcome Baby Hobbit: Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader (angst) Your pregnancy doesn’t progress as planned and Sy is getting worried.

Work, Then Play: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut, coercive) You need to finish your work, but Sy isn’t a patient man.

Pink or Black: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) You go shopping with Sy and when you ask his opinion things get interesting.

Never Say Goodbye: Young!Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst) A young Noah Syverson (over 18) leaves his high school girlfriend for a military career. (Sy POV)

Cure for Boredom: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, implied smut) You’re bored and miserable and your housemate Captain Syverson has a suggestion to chase the boredom away.

Cure for Boredom 2: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) You and Captain Syverson cure boredom. Together. In bed. With sex.

Riding High: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut) Syverson takes you for your first motorcycle ride. And you like it… a lot.

Grown Up Stuff: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff) You and Sy go to the store.

Mr. Brightside: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst) Sy has some dark thoughts on his way home to you. (Sy POV)

Pulled in Line: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (smut, dub-con) You have a fight with your husband Sy and he teaches you a lesson.

The Last Customer: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff, implied smut) While waiting for your ride home after work, you meet an interesting stranger and his temperamental motorcycle.

Will You Miss Me At All?: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (angst) Despite your misgivings you visit Sy the night before his deployment.

Our Friends Have a Bet: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (fluff) You celebrate the return of your friend Sy from deployment and find out what your friends think of you two.

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Driving me crazy pt. 1

Captain Nathan Syverson x Hazel Murphy (tall!plus size ofc)

Summary: While driving to a friend for a bbq, Nathan Syverson is passed by someone who is already quite intriguing. Will he catch up with her? Or ever see her again?

Warnings: speeding, driving like a boss ass bitch, and yeah i guess that's it for this one!

Wordcount: 1.2k (gonna try and keep the chapters quite short like this one!)

A/N: y’all I’m back with my bullshit. Planned it as a one shot, but is going to have more parts 😏 lemme know what ya think!! also, another lil big a/n at the end if you're interested..

> part two // masterlist

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Captain Nathan Syverson smoothly manoeuvred his big red pick-up truck through the busy streets of Willow Creek. It was just before dinner time, making kids rush home to their parents and teenagers were on their way to the mall to eat some greasy snacks with some friends. And other people like Sy, his preferred name, were on their way to a friends’ BBQ.

He had been back home for two weeks now. Although he was an army man in his blood and bones, being home in Willow Creek was everything to him. He especially loved being home around this time of year, the late summer. The days were still warm, but the nights turned colder with a blink of an eye. The trees were already losing a bit of their green colours and the holiday season was around the corner.

Because he was so busy looking around, he missed the light turn green until the truck behind him honked two times. Quickly, Sy pulled up and drove to the next intersection where he had to stop again. The truck behind him drove onto the lane left from him. Impatient. But when he looked to the side, he was caught by surprise. He figured a bald guy in his fifties would be next to him, but that was absolutely not the case.

The woman next to him was singing along to the music, while drawing with a pencil looking like item on her face. Is she doing her make-up? He could tell she was pretty even though he just saw her side profile. Shifting in his seat, he looked forward again, feeling a bit like a creep for staring at her like that. But seeing the light was still red, he couldn’t help himself but to look to the side again. She was now rummaging through a little purse, before the threw it on the passenger seat and switched radio channels.

Seconds later a wide smile spread across her face, and she began to sing to another song, making Sy smile. The sight of her being in her element, singing and laughing made him smile like he hadn’t since his return. Her cheeriness was so pure and sincere, something he wanted to experience himself again.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the light turn green and quickly removed his foot from the brake to pump the gas. Only she was faster, quicker. Leaving a gap between her, and her black pick-up, and Sy. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and hit the gas a little more. He had no reason to stick with her, yet he couldn’t help himself. Sy closed the gap and drove behind her for a minute until he saw she was turning on the same highway.

“Well, if I wanna pass her I gotta be fast,” Sy said to himself. He had to take the next exit, and would a man be a man if he didn’t feel the need to overtake a woman on the highway?

So, Sy sped up and passed her. While he drove passed her, he looked to his right, hoping to get a look from her, but she was still too caught up with the little concert she was having. He merged back into her lane, and drove in front of her. Feeling a little victorious.

But he had cheered too soon. Not even a minute later he suddenly saw her stir her truck onto the left lane, and pass him while speeding up. She drove passed him so quickly, he couldn’t tell if he actually saw a grin on her face or if he imagined it. Nonetheless, she started a fire in him, and he sped up himself. Alright, if ya wanna play, let’s play. He thought as he drove passed her again. This time she looked straight at him, a smile toying on her lips, a sparkle in her eyes.

Shaking his head, Sy switched lanes and drove in front of her once more. He figured this would settle it, but she thought otherwise. He could already see her come closer in his rear-view mirror, and with one swift movement she steered the truck passed him again. This time with a big smile on her face. She is enjoying this uh. Shaking his head once more, he got ready to pass her again until he saw his exit come up. Much to his surprise, she lowered speed, and indicated with her turn signals she was about to take the same exit. “That’s a coincidence,” Sy said to no one but himself.

He figured she would soon take a different turn, and he would never see her again, but she kept driving the same way he was. When they drove onto the street of his friend, he knew she had to be going to the BBQ as well. Then why haven’t I seen her before?

Before Sy could think about that, he parked his car in front of the house and quickly hopped out. He was hoping she wasn’t as fast with parking, so he could talk to her. Looking at her truck, he saw her getting out. It was like a slow-motion scene from one of those movies. Car door opening, one foot on the ground, both feet on the ground, and finally her whole body standing outside. She turned around, and while she closed the door, he observed her. She was indeed pretty, gorgeous even, but not what he expected at all. He didn’t know what he expected, but he was not disappointed at all, no he was beyond thrilled.

She was taller than he imagined, with those long legs she was easily around his height. Curvier than he’d imagined, her thighs were bigger than his own, her ass big and round, she was soft yet looked strong and the thoughts that filled his mind weren’t the kind of thoughts you shared with your ma.

While he was shamelessly checking her out, she had come closer. “Were you planning on going to this party or were you just following me?” she asked with a playful tone and a smile on her lips.

“Sorry sunshine, just a coincidence,” Sy answered as they walked side to side to the backyard that was filled with people. She was wearing a perfume that he breathed in, he couldn’t place the smell, but it was delicious. “I have never seen you around here,” he asked as she stayed silent.

“I’m sort of new in town, so better get used to seeing my face around,” she smirked and waved to a girl who started walking towards her.

“Well, if you keep driving that fast, I can’t even see that pretty face of yours,” he teased. He saw her smile, and look away shyly before she looked at him with a daring look in her eyes.

“If you need me to teach you how to pull up, I don’t mind being your teacher.” And with a grin she left Sy speechless behind as she greeted her friend with a big hug. They walked away fast, whispering and giggling.

Sy could already tell she was a hand full, a feisty, fiery one. Not only by the way she drove, no, also by the way she moved, walked, smiled, laughed, and talked. And all of that in the utter minutes he had known about her existence.

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> Part two

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! And I am going to (try) write my ofc as tall, for multiple reasons to be honest. First of all because of chats I’ve had with @cavillsthighs 💕. Thank you for giving me inspiration and motivation to write this! Second of all, I sometimes feel like there aren’t many tall!reader/ofc fics around? And most ofc’s/readers are described as short and not that tall and don’t get me wrong, i love everything I read/reblog/comment!! But for me personally, I have never felt that self conscious about my height until this place lol and I ain’t even that tall (1.77m). So therefore point three: I’d like to add some tall!ofc/reader fics in the world to let my tall babes now we can also have cute and sexy and sweet moments, that you don’t have to be short(er) for that. Yes this might mostly just to tell that to myself lol. Okay wow this a/n is getting long and I doubt anyone reads this but ok I have already written it and I’m not gonna delete it whoops. Okay now I’m really done. Love you all. Kisses and hugs from me, and since I’m quite tall and thick and soft I give the best hugs 💕 sorry for this rambling. Ok to ignore this 💕

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Driving me crazy pt. 5

Captain Nathan Syverson x Hazel Murphy (tall!plus size ofc)

Summary: Sy wants an answer, so he will get one. Even if he’s not sure he’ll like it 👀 (don’t worry y’all hihi)

Warnings: serious talk, insecurities, soft!sy, fluffy, fluuuuuufffff

Wordcount: 1.3k

A/N: hope you like this chapter ❤️

< part four // masterlist

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In the following weeks Nathan had got to know Hazel better. He started to pay attention to her likes, and dislikes. Quickly he discovered a simple thing she liked: a cappuccino with a hint of cinnamon in the morning. So, ever since he knew that, he brought her one every morning. Especially after he figured out she wasn’t exactly a morning person.

It had become their little routine. She arrived at work, went through her email, and made some calls before she took a small break to go outside and sit on the porch swing when Nathan would arrive. With two coffees to go’s.

This morning no different. Hazel just walked outside as she saw Nathan stepping out of his car with two coffees. He closed the door of this truck, giving her an excellent view of his ass. Much to his sister Harper’s displeasure, it had become a daily topic to talk about for Hazel. But who could blame her when she got the chance to look at the world’s greatest ass multiple times a day?

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Nathan greeted her as he came to a stop in front of her. She had sat down on the porch swing, scooting a little more to the side to make room for him.

Hazel offered him a soft smile, and he sat down next to her with a chuckle. She never talked much in the morning, but for some reason she could stand him and would even share a few words with him.

The porch swing wasn’t very large, therefore they sat closely together. Thigh against thigh, shoulder against shoulder. With the temperatures dropping, Hazel welcomed the heat radiating of Nathan. He was like her giant furnace for these little moments.

“Perhaps we should make a larger swing, so we could sit like normal people on this swing,” Nathan chuckled as he tried to spread his legs a bit more.

“Nah, it has just enough space for us,” Hazel smiled. He glanced at her, the white shirt she wore with the Willow Creek inn logo was a little see through, making it a little hard to focus. He tried to sit back a little more comfortable, but there was just not enough space for his muscled thighs. Looking at her legs, a thought sprung up in his head and without thinking twice he grabbed her knees and swung her legs over his lap.

“Oh my god Sy, what are you doing?!” Hazel yelped. “I almost spilled my coffee!”

“Almost, so not quite,” he grinned. “Sorry sunshine, just making ourselves a bit more comfortable.” He took a sip of his coffee, watching her do the same. At first, she looked a bit uncomfortable, but within seconds that was gone. The next moment they spend in silence, drinking their coffee and watching the sun rise.

They had grown together over the last weeks. They joked around a lot, talked, worked, they even flirted a bit. But Nathan had noticed that whenever he made a more serious comment, about perhaps a date, she always found a way not to give him an answer. It made him confused, he didn’t understand why she would run away, but he was never one to shy away from a confrontation. If he wanted an answer, he would get one. Even if it wasn’t an answer he desired.

“Sunshine?”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna have dinner tonight?”

“What do you mean?” Hazel shifted, trying to pull her legs away from his lap, but the grip he had on her legs told her she wasn’t going anywhere. In the last weeks she had successfully avoided giving him an answer. He tried asking her out a few times, but she had convinced herself that it wasn’t what he wanted. Why would he want to go out with her? It didn’t make any sense.

His hand pressed a little harder on her thigh, and he sighed before he spoke again. “Why do ya always try to run whenever I try to ask ya out sunshine? If ya don’t wanna go out with me, just tell me and I’ll leave ya alone.”

Hazel’s mind stopped working for a moment. What was he doing? With a confused look her eyes met his, and she opened and closed her mouth a couple times before she actually started talking.

“You really want to go out with me? Are you sure?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Nathan chuckled, and grabbed the empty coffee cup out of her hands and placed it next to his on the ground. He took hold of her hand and intertwined their fingers, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

Hazel contemplated to tell him, because quite frankly, she wasn’t quite sure how to deal with his attention. She wasn’t used to it. Yes, she liked it, a lot. But she got scared every time it got a little more serious.

“I just, I don’t know,” she started and fiddled with Nathan’s fingers that held hers. “I don’t understand.”

“What don’t ya understand?”

“Guys don’t ask me out. Yeah, they are friendly with me, but nothing more. So, I just thought you were joking, or that you would get tired of me soon enough.” A sigh left her mouth.

Understanding her now, he grabbed her chin with his free hand, making her look at him. “I’m sorry about that, but I don’t just ask a girl out for no reason. I’m not trying to just be your friend, if that’s all you want, that’s cool, but if it’s up to me we wouldn’t be.”

Hazel saw the sincerity in his eyes, but she insecurities somehow would their way back inside her mind.

“What’s on your mind sunshine?” he asked, seeing hesitation on her face.

“You don’t think I’m too tall, or too big, too much?”

Confused he stared at her. Too what? All he saw was a beautiful girl. Coincidental she was tall and had curved, but he didn’t see any downsides to that. “What the hell are ya talking about?”

“You know I don’t fit the standard for a so called ‘perfect girl’.”

“Lemme ask ya this, do ya like me?” Nathan asked, still holding her chin. His thumb softly grazing over her bottom lip.

“Yeah, I do,” she whispered.

“Then why don’t ya let me show ya what I think of ya?” he leans forward, whispering in her ear. His beard scratching her cheek, making Hazel gasp softly. “You’re not only stunning, but you’re funny, and caring, and sweet, and smart, and witty.” With each compliment, he carefully placed a kiss on her face.

He pulls away a little, staring into her eyes. Her eyes flicker to his lips, wrapping her hands around his neck while leaning in a little bit.

Suddenly the door of the inn opens, and Nathan’s sister Harper pops out. She gasped loudly, before yelling: “Sorry to interrupt! I’ll just tell ‘em you will call back later!” She grinned widely, and gave Hazel a quick wink before she went back inside.

Hazel and Nathan both sigh. Chuckling a little awkwardly, they create a bit more distant between each other. Hazel untangles herself from him, and stand up, holding out her hands for him to take.

He takes them, and she helps him get up. Standing in front of each other, Hazel checks the time on her watch and cursed under her breath. This break wasn’t so short anymore.

“So, ya won’t run away anymore when we flirt sunshine?” he asked.

“I’ll try,” Hazel smiled and gave a kiss to his bearded cheek. A soft smile toyed on her lips, and she quickly walked inside, deciding to hide in the office all day, not ready to face his sister or Ma; who would have definitely heard about what his sister saw a few moments ago.

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part six

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Driving me crazy pt. 8

Summary: see warning, that literally the entire plot of this part.

Warnings: s to the m to the u to the t. perhaps an interruption? or not? you'll see. hihi.

Wordcount: 1.4k

A/N: i'm not good at writing smut but i did it anyways so pls don't hate me if it's bad.

< chapter seven // masterlist

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Nathan closed the door behind them, pressing his back against it. He looked at Hazel, a soft glow on her face. He couldn’t quite believe this was happening, yet if it was up to him, it would’ve happened weeks ago.

“Let’s make sure no one interrupts us this time, it’s driving me crazy.” He locked the door, and her laugh reached his ears.

“I know, it’s getting pretty annoying right?” Hazel smiled and averted her gaze from him to look at the room. It was one of the simpler rooms they offered at the inn, yet it didn’t lack a thing. A large king size bed with comfortable pillows, a soft rug, a tiny chandelier and the en suite bedroom with a large corner tub and shower cabin. A little seating area completed it.

She turned around again, seeing Nathan was watching her with a smile he rarely showed. “Whatcha looking at?” she teased.

“A very pretty girl with unfortunately way too many clothes,” he grinned.

“Maybe you should help me out of them.” She stepped closer to him, placing her hands on his chest. A bit of chest hair peeking out above his t-shirt. Slowly her fingers trailed over the thin fabric that hid his furry pecs.

With one swift move Nathan turned them around, trapping her between him and the door, a situation he had been wanting to get into again. The last time they stood like this, they got interrupted way too soon. He had been uncomfortable all day until he could finally relieve himself later that night.

Not even able to look at each other eyes, just staring at their lips, they kissed again. Even though they kissed before, with each kiss the fire inside burned even harder. The need for each other growing within seconds.

Nathan’s hands slid down her body, from her neck to her waist to her ass. His touch firm, yet gentle, but definitely needy. His hands slid lower, to her thighs until he reached the back of her knees. Quickly he lifted her up, making Hazel cross her legs around his waist without breaking the kiss.

“Oh my god! Sy! Put me down!” Hazel yelled. Nathan continued kissing her, peppering kisses along side her jawline.

“Never,” he muttered. Hazel grabbed his face between her hands, squinted her eyes at him, before pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose.

“As long as you don’t make this a regular thing. I know you’re strong, but you’re also clumsy babe,” she smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Oh, really?” Without a warning, Nathan turned around with her in his arms. He took two big steps towards the bed and crashed onto it, carefully trying not to entirely crush her.

“Sy!” Hazel laughed, slapping him across his chest. “At least take our shoes off if we’re getting on the bed.”

The air changed again, the laughter died down and made room for tension. Nathan climbed off her, not breaking eye contact, and sunk down on his knees in front of her. He lifted up one of her feet, removing her boot, and repeated the same action on the other side.

He stood up, kicking his shoes off before getting down on his knees again. “Just lay back baby,” he said as Hazel tried to get up. Nathan reached behind her, grabbing a pillow, and putting it underneath her head. He hovered over her, a smile on his lips watching her like this. To him, she always looked beautiful, but this look of need and excitement on her face made her even more beautiful.

He grabbed the fabric of her dress in his hands, sliding it up her voluptuous body. He let her get up a little, and she let him take her dress off. The next thing to go was her pair of thighs. He removed her outfit with such care, with a hungry look in his eyes; she didn’t even feel a single moment self-conscious. She could tell by his body language and eyes he thought she was pretty. He even took his time to tell her.

“Sunshine, you’re so goddamn sexy.” Their eyes locked, and Hazel bit her lower lip. “You wear pretty lingerie like this all day or am I just really lucky?” Hazel looked down at her matching black lace set. The day she had seen Nathan for the first time, was also the day she decided she needed more lingerie, sexy lingerie. And the absolutely did not regret it.

“You’ll see in time,” she smirked. Feeling the need to be closer to him, she got up and wrapped her arms around Nathan’s neck, who was still in front of her on his knees. Her lips crashing on his, and he let her take his breath away this time. Her hands wandered down, feeling his chest and soft, squishy belly, until they reached the hem of his shirt. She pulled it up, and he lifted his arms, letting her take it off.

Breaking apart, she looked at him; more specially, at his undressed upper body. “Fuck me,” she whispered while her hands drew lines on his chest.

“That’s what I’m planning on doing baby,” he growled, and pushed her back down. He grabbed the sides of her lace panties, and looked at her to give her approval. A small nod was all he needed, and he took them off.

Her legs rested on his shoulders when he spread her thick thighs, revealing her peach to him. A low growl escaped his lips when he saw the wetness dripping out of her. Nathan started pressing kissing to each of her thighs, slowly making his way up. The soft gasps from Hazel made him not wanting to wait anymore. Teasing would have to come another time, right now he needed her, and he needed to please her. He needed to hear her scream his name.

He dropped down lower between her thighs, tasting her sweetness. Hazel’s hand shot down to the back of his head, nails scraping and scratching. While he savoured her, nibbled on her little bud, her breathing became heavier and heavier. His name coming off her lips as soft whimpers.

“Fuck, don’t stop Sy,” she moaned. He made her feel things she never felt before, and the feeling of his beard scraping her thighs made her senses go insane. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Nathan sucked hard on her clit and for a moment her body left the earth.

Breathing heavily, she felt Nathan kissing his way up her body, while she tried to gain control over her body again. Spasms were still shooting through her when he reached her face, peppering soft kisses to her cheeks.

“You with me sunshine?”

She opened her eyes again, her hand reached up to his cheek and nodded. He pressed his lips to her, making her taste herself on his tongue.

“I need you Sy,” she whispered, and he gave her one more desperate kiss before he stood up to take his jeans and boxers off. Hazel quickly took off her bra, not missing the look of excitement in Nathan’s eyes.

Before he threw his jeans to the other side of the room, he reached in the pocket for his wallet and grabbed a condom. He carefully stroked himself, before putting it on and joining Hazel on the bed. She had scooted up, and had watched Nathan. Her mouth had watered at the sight of him naked. She knew he was big, but damn he was big in literally every department.

Making himself comfortable between her thighs, he stroked his length a few times, before slowly entering her. Soft whimpers left Hazel’s lips as she adjusted to his size, to being stretched out like never before. Quickly the pain faded, and it made room for pure pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight,” Nathan groaned, voice low and gravely.

He kisses her as his thrusts become harder, more eager. Hands all over each other, getting out all the tension that had been built up over the past weeks.

Feeling his high approaching, Nathan hits her deeper, reaching for the spot she needed him the most. When her moans became louder, being unable to hold back, he was done. “Baby, keep making those sounds and I wont last any longer.”

“Then fucking cum with me,” Hazel breathed out heavily. With a few more hard thrust, Nathan’s release was followed by hers quickly. Out of breath, he pulled out, and laid down beside her.

“You okay?” he asked, and gently placed his hand on her cheek to make her face him.

“More than okay, in fact: I think we need to remember to lock the doors more often.” A smile formed on his face, and for definitely not the last time that night, he pressed his lips to hers.

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Driving me crazy pt. 7

Captain Nathan Syverson x Hazel Murphy (tall!plus size ofc)

Summary: after their kiss, it was hard to not want more.

Warnings: the usual i guess, getting interrupted

Wordcount: 1.2k

A/N: and we're back my babes! hope you have a nice week and i hope you're gonna enjoy this chapter ❤️

< chapter six // masterlist

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The day after the kiss was a little weird. Well, Harper made it weird for starters. Ma Syverson had told her what happened, and she had practically screamed the entire inn awake. So, whenever Nathan came by the next day to just say hi or ask a question, she felt obligated to make jokes the entire time. By the end of the day, Hazel was more than tired of hearing Harper’s jokes. But she wouldn’t stop.

“I can give you and Sy a room key so you two can get to it,” Harper said and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Are you seriously making jokes about me having sex with your brother? Your brother having sex doesn’t gross you out?” Hazel laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t care. I mostly care about you, and you definitely need some. You have been drooling over him ever since you laid eyes on him. Look, I don’t see it, he’ll always be the ugly to me, but you look at him like he’s the juiciest piece of pie on the planet.” Harper grinned, and left her spot at the front desk reception and made her way to the back office, where Hazel was.

“I will neither confirm or deny that, but he is not unpleasant for the eyes, so you can’t blame me for staring,” Hazel shook her head and turned her computer off. “Okay, I’m going to check if the dining room is cleaned and empty and then I’ll go home because I don’t feel like continuing this conversation.” She stuck her tongue out to Harper, who fake gasped.

“Just look for Sy and ask him to kiss or fuck some sense into you. You want him, and we all know it. He wants you too, but that is more than obvious. He cannot keep his eyes off your ass, and I can’t blame him,” Harper said, and gave Hazel a light tap on her ass.

“Yeah, I’m definitely out of here now. Bye!” Hazel yelled, and walked away. Looking over her shoulder once more, she saw Harper grinning at her. They both knew Harper was right.

The dining room was cleaned and empty. The room was big, with high ceilings and a massive chandelier. To Hazel, it was the prettiest room at the inn. Red carpet, dark oak bookshelves, multiple tables scattered around the room and a fireplace with big, leather couches in front of it. Plus, the space was so big, there was plenty of room between the tables so people could have private conversations or dance for a bit.

That was also the reason soft music was always being played in the room. Hazel closed her eyes and spun around the room. Before she came to the dining room, she changed from her work outfit back to her normal outfit; a black sweater dress, black thighs, and a pair of black biker boots. The sleeves being a tad too long, the dress tight around her body, accentuating her curves.

From the door Nathan watched her swaying to the music. He had just finished his work at the to-be-renovated-room. He was still a bit surprised by her move to kiss him yesterday, but he didn’t complain. If anything, he was grateful she did. It meant she trusted him, that she wouldn’t shy away from her feelings.

He leant against the doorpost, arms crossed and a soft smile on his lips. With every turn she made, her ass jiggled, and it drove him insane. He was about to walk up to her when she opened her eyes and squealed when she saw him.

“The fuck Sy! For how long have you been standing there?!”

He chuckled and pushed himself of the doorpost. “Long enough to ask you for this dance sunshine.”

“You dance?” she wondered, cocking an eyebrow. Nathan reached her, and took her hand in his. He admired the fact her hands were almost as big as his, just softer and daintier. Nails long enough to leave some deep scratch marks on his back.

“I have many talents you don’t know about yet,” he answered and gave her a failed wink. Hazel laughed, and placed her other hand on his cheek.

“Yeah, I’ll dance with you,” she said softly. He wasted no time, and pulled her flush with his other hand that wrapped around her waist. The soft music that played being perfect for a slow dance.

He intertwined their fingers, and her other hand rested at the back of his neck. Softly scratching her nails through the short hairs. They spun around the room together, foreheads resting against each other. The world around them disappearing.

Once the song was almost at its end, Nathan moved his hand to her cheek. Brushing with is thumb over her bottom lip. He nudged his nose against hers, and he saw her eyes close and mouth open. He kissed her, and it felt just like the first time. It was impossible to be closer to and another, yet they both tried.

Hazel’s hands around his neck, Nathan’s hands found their way to her softest, and his favourite, part; her bum. Rather quickly she felt something hard, it was impossible to ignore.

Gasping for air, she pulled away. Nathan attacking her neck, sucking, and nibbling. She had to remember to wear a scarf tomorrow, but that was a problem for later.

Her hands moved to his chest, and slid underneath his arms to his back. Her hands wandering up and down his back, as he continued marking her as his.

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy. You know that right?” His voice raspy and deep, and a shiver shot down her spine.

“Fuck, Sy-,” Hazel muttered, but was rudely interrupted when the door flung open.

A shocked member of the cleaning staff rushed in, and grabbed her forgotten bag from a table. “Sorry,” she stuttered out, and left as quickly as she came in.

“Goddamn,” Nathan said while both of them caught their breath.

“I should go, yeah maybe I should go home,” Hazel said, and tried to step away.

“You wanna go?” he asked. Her eyes were open wide, and he could see her brain working to get an answer out. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, and one to the other before he looked at her again.

“No.” Her answer came out as a whisper, but it was more than enough. She firmly pressed her lips to his, until an idea sprung up in her head. She stepped away, grabbing his hand, and pulled him with her.

The reception, thank god, abandoned. Harper usually took a break at this time to eat her own dinner. Hazel stepped behind the desk, quickly checking the computer and grabbed a room key.

Nathan heard footsteps approaching, so he pulled the key out of her hands and grabbed her hand this time while they rushed up the stairs. A chuckle escaped her lips as they reached the second floor. He couldn’t help it, and laughed with her. For a minute they stood there, laughing.

Once they cooled down, he extended his hand, and she took it. He squeezed her hand while walking to the room. Once they reached it, he held the key up, and looked at her. Wanting to make sure she was alright. “This doesn’t mean we have to-”

“I know,” she smiled, and grabbed the key out of his hands to open the door.

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Driving me crazy pt. 6

Captain Nathan Syverson x Hazel Murphy (plus size!tall ofc)

Summary: Nathan and Hazel are alone in a room. Wondering what'll happen? Read and find out ;)

Warnings: sweaty!Sy, maybe some kissing? wait what did i say? kissing? uh? no i didn't. okay yeah i did.

Wordcount: 1k.

A/N: a little later than i hoped but here it is! Once I got into the flow I don’t know what happened. My fingers slipped okay!!!! I think this is the first make out session I wrote that I’m actually a little proud of.

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The days after their talk on the porch were busy. Guest came and go. Problems needed to be solved, guests needed to be taken care of, Hazel needed to make sure the inn kept being up and running together with Harper, and Nathan? He was busy renovating some outdated rooms.

The one who came up with that idea? Ma Syverson of course. She figured he should be at the inn some more, and she figured Hazel was more than capable of helping him here and there whenever she could.

That’s why Hazel was tearing down old wallpaper, sweating, and looking a little dishevelled. The reason? The wallpaper wasn’t exactly come off easy, not at all. Nathan stood on the other side of the room, doing the same. Struggling as well.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she looked him up and down. The long-sleeved sweatshirt he was wearing long gone, he was just wearing a tight black t-shirt and tight jeans. The question why he wore everything so tight almost slipped her mouth, but she quickly held it back, not wanting him to change it. It made her workdays far more interesting.

Nathan did the same, eyeing her up and down, but he did it at the moments she had just looked away. Hazel wore jeans that accentuated her voluptuous behind. He thought back about their talk on the porch, he had a hard time not to go to fast. But he knew she needed a little time, that just didn’t keep him from not teasing her.

“Ya need me to come help over there sunshine?”

Hazel scoffed, faking annoyance and turned around. Nathan was watching her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She gulped, his arms were huge, but today they seemed even bigger. Awaiting her reply he cocked his eyebrow.

Nathan watched her froze in the moment. The energy in the room was switching. Suddenly a tension shifted around them. He could hear her heavy breathing; she had never been speechless around him. Not even after their talk. Not until now.

Her lips slightly agape, her tongue darted out, unvoluntary licking them. Hazel knew she couldn’t deny her attraction for him much longer. She knew he was able to resist himself, but she wasn’t so sure she could resist him anymore. Not while he looked like this, not while he treated her like that, not while he made her laugh and feel good all the time.

Slowly her feet took a small step. And another. Holding his breath, Nathan had a hard time not to rush forward. To take her in his arms and blow her mind away. But seeing her take the initiative, shooting her shot, was so incredibly hot to him.

Getting a little self-conscious, Hazel hesitated to take another step. What was she even doing? But with a simple word Nathan took away all the doubts.

“C’mere.”

Taking two big steps, and she was right in front of him. Her hands hovered over his chest, while directly looking in his eyes. The urge to be closer to him was too big, so she closed the small gap between them and snuck her hands around his neck.

Nathan’s hands wrapped around her waist, resting above the curve of her ass. He could feel her heartbeat going fast against his chest. Not sure for how much longer he could let her have the reigns, he pressed her a little closer to him. The softness of her body against his hard one being a welcoming contrast.

Hazel realized she was so close to him, that their noses were almost touching. Staring into his blue eyes, she nudged her nose against his and couldn’t help but let out a small, nervous chuckle. He was patient, but she could feel the storm going on inside him.

That’s when they both closed the space between their lips. Softly at first, a few long pecks, him nibbling on her lower lip.

But then his hand wrapped around the side of her neck, fingers grazing her jaw. Her mouth opened and without wasting a second, he devoured her.

Moaning into her mouth, his other hand slid lower and squeezed the soft flesh. Hazels hands were touching him all over as well; his chest, back, neck, even his ass.

Needing a little air, their lips disconnected, foreheads leaning against each other. He watched her, her face flustered and eyelids barely open. Seeing her like this made him feral; if she already looked like this after making out, how would she look like when he gave her his all? He thought he wouldn’t survive that, until she spoke and proved to him she had more ways to destroy him.

“Sy,” Hazel whined.

“Yeah baby?”

“More.” The word could barely be heard, but he did. Capturing her lips once more was all he could do.

He moved them around, so Hazel was pressed against the wall. His thick thigh immediately between hers, offering her some relief which she was grateful for.

She rolled her hips against his thigh, and the grunt that Nathan made was inhuman. Yet it was a sound she wouldn’t mind hearing more often.

His lips moved to her neck, sucking on the skin behind her earlobe. With trembling hands, she caressed his neck. “Fuck, Sy.”

He groaned, and his hand wandered lower, over her ass to her thigh until he reached her knee. He was about to lift it up, until the door swung open.

Ma Syverson barged in.

“Oh, look at that! You two are almost done tearing down all this wallpaper! Isn’t this a beautiful room Jack?” Ma Syverson began speaking to another employee, ignoring the fact her son and Hazel were panting and tangled in each other’s arms.

Quickly letting go of each other, Hazel fake coughed and straightened her clothes. Nathan stepping away, cursing under his breath. He should remembered to lock the room next time.

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part seven

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