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angryschnauzer · 2 years

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By The Waning Crescent Moon

Summary: As an Omega you know you need to get home before your Heat starts, but when your car breaks down in the woods you need to seek refuge somewhere safe... surely a Convent will be the best place? Little do you know the nuns have long since left, only to be replaced by the worst possible thing; a pack of Werewolves. Even worse, its a full moon. Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie.

Wordcount: 4949

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Syverson x Omega Female reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Desecration of Religious artefacts, Knotting, Werewolf Sex, Monsterfucking, Unplanned Pregnancy, ABO Dynamics

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A/N: This story has been stuck in WIP hell for a couple of months, i originally got psyched to write an entire werewolf gangbang, but then all the bullshit in the USA happened and yeah, forced pregnancy wasn’t at the forefront of everyone’s to do list, even in fanfic. Furthermore the wolf gang was originally going to be a biker gang, but another amazing writer @sillyrabbit81 has since launched a truly amazing biker gang reverse harem fic, i decided to shelve that idea and instead sit on the original thought of werewolves for a while. I then had inspiration to make this a Syverson story, so here we go. The Were sex scene is heavily inspired by the graveyard scene between Lucy and Dracula in Bram Stokers Dracula movie, which in my opinion is one of the greatest creature feature/monsterfucking movies in the history of cinema.

By the Waning Crescent Moon

You waited at the stop light, the remote intersection of two highways high up in the hills of logging country. It was dusk, yet the sky was hidden behind obsidian clouds, heavy rain systems waiting to release their downpours in sporadic outbursts. Despite the cold rain dulling the summer evening, you were burning up. You’d stopped at the last gas station and had stocked up on a huge slush drink and a popsicle, but neither had done anything to quell the growing warmth within your body. Sat in your flimsy sundress you were at least grateful that in a moment of optimism that morning you’d dressed for good weather, even if you’d spent the day wrapped in the cardigan you’d found on the back seat. However now as you felt a droplet of sweat make its way down your neck and cleavage, you cursed and opened the window, grateful for the cool damp air against your skin.

The red light finally changed and you muttered under your breath to yourself as you pushed your old Nissan into gear;

“C’mon, lets get home” you said to no-one except yourself.

The highway grew narrow as it entered the woods, just a single lane in each direction, tall cedar trees closing in on both sides. The rain wasn’t as heavy beneath the thick canopy above you, instead there were wisps of mist clinging to the roadway’s edge.

As you continued along you felt the first pang of pain in your stomach, a cramp that grew with intensity like an old lightbulb trying to illuminate but suddenly extinguishing.

“Oh fuck…” you cursed, resting your hand on your stomach as you rubbed to ease the ache. You drove on cautiously, ignoring the rattle that was emanating from the engine, your mind elsewhere. You had only finished your last period a little over a week ago so it wasn’t that. You could feel another cramp starting to build, your concentration far from the road. That was more than likely the reason you didn’t notice the pothole, the car shook and the suspension made a deafening thunk as you hit the flooded crater without pause. With a scream you pulled your full attention back to the road, ignoring the cramp pulling at your gut as you struggled to keep the car on the road, slowing gradually until you were able to pause. The sudden understanding hit your mind as the realisation of what was happening registered. You scrambled for your phone, opening the calendar and scrolling back to the cold winter months.

A cold chill ran down your back like icy fingers against your spine. Six months. Almost to the day. Six months since your last heat.

“Shit fuck FUCK” you shouted at the rain splattered windows. How could you have missed it? As another cramp hit your stomach you curled over and rested your head against the steering wheel, at which moment your phone chimed. Peering out of one eye you looked at the screen and the reminder that had just popped up;

*Heat starting soon!!!*

“Yes, THANK YOU. 24 hours too late”

As an unmated Omega you set yourself reminders for when your heat was due, coming every six months you generally made arrangements to work from home, and ensure you loaded your purse with suppressants and painkillers so to deal with the build up. It would seem this time however you hadn’t set the reminder early enough, as you had neither medication with you, but would also explain the hot sweats and the reason you’d woken up that morning tangled in the sheets after dreaming of faceless intimacy.

With a sigh you wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, before peering out of the windshield at the dark and twisting road. Engaging first gear you set off but were immediately reminded that something terminal had happened when you’d hit the hole in the asphalt, your car now leaning on the kerbside. For a moment you considered calling for a tow truck, but then the rapidly failing rational side of your brain reminded you that the truck would likely be driven by a man, and the last thing you needed when you were about to come into heat was to risk being stuck with an Alpha you didn’t know. No, you needed to try and limp your car home, at least close enough to town that you could call your roommate to come help, she’d know exactly what to do. You made it a good couple of miles at a slow pace, the road straight and gently downhill, until a hairpin bend meant you had to sharply turn the wheel. Something loudly went ‘twang’ like a spring being violently recoiled. It was quickly followed by the sound of hissing air, and the car dropped even further on the kerbside. The tell-tale thud-thud-thud of a flat tyre could be heard as you freewheeled to the side of the road, before coming to a stop on the gravel side of the highway.

You took a deep breath and let out a scream, yelling at the windshield, before your stomach cramps hit back again. They were getting closer together and you knew you needed help. Checking your phone hopefully you were still disappointed when you saw that there was still no service, more than likely due to a combination of location and the bad weather. With a sigh you stared out of the windshield and you noticed a sign on a wall;

“The Sisters of St Augustus’ Refuge” you paused, the synapses in your brain firing and finally connecting; “A CONVENT! That’s just women!”

Climbing out of your car you grabbed your purse and cardigan, holding the latter over your head in a vain attempt to keep the worst of the rain off as you started to trot up the long driveway towards the building that loomed on the horizon. You failed to notice the other sign that lay on the ground, one put up by the real estate company handling the sale of the building but has since fallen.

The driveway was considerably longer than you anticipated, and by the time you were halfway your pace had slowed, your cramps now even worse. The large wooden doors of the convent came into view as you staggered closer, the rain and sweat mixing and running into your eyes, blurring your vision. You stumbled, your no longer white Converses catching on a pebble, righting yourself before you fell flat on your face. Another two steps and another pebble, you were falling when suddenly a pair of arms caught you, the dark robes fluttering in the storm as you blacked out.

Sy sat back in his chair, his boots resting on the large table as he picked at his nails with one long claw, being able to control the change to his advantage. Walter was pacing the room, pausing to glare at the clock on the wall before returning to pacing. Sy let out a small sigh, the entire pack was antsy, anxious and ready for the turn of the full moon, however this summer storm obscuring its silver rays was turning the pack into an angry mess. August had wisely disappeared into the depths of the building and Sy was thankful for that, he and Walter would always argue over the smallest thing. Sy also glanced at the clock, his stomach growling;

“Where is Mikey with that takeout?” he muttered to himself.

A sudden increase in background noise caused both Sy and Walter to pause and look up, their nostrils flaring. August entered the room from the door that led to the private quarters, just as the large double doors to the chapel opened. The two youngest members of the pack came bustling in, Will holding the doors open as Mikey staggered along, his long black duster raincoat still dripping with rain, a now soaked bag of takeout hanging from one hand, but what caught everyone’s attention was what else he was carrying; a young woman.

The room fell into an eerie silence as Mikey stood still, waiting to gauge the reaction from the rest of the pack;

“I…I found… she passed out on the doorstep…”

There was a pause before everyone sprang into life, the men helping Mikey carry the unconscious woman in, Walter lifting her and setting her down onto the makeshift workbench they’d commandeered when they’d moved into the old building.

Sy’s eyes widened before he cursed;

“Fuck…” he dragged his hand over his face before clearing his throat; “Aug, Walt, gotta talk. Will and Mike, make sure she’s ok”

August simply raised his left eyebrow before following, Walter trudging closely behind as Sy pushed the door partially closed behind them;

“Shit, this is the last thing we need, especially tonight…”

Walter nodded;

“I agree, whatever she’s doing here, we need to get her out of here before the storm passes”

August stood in the corner of the room, his silence eventually what drew the others attention;

“August, you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet on this” Sy questioned

“Maybe she’s not an Omega?” he simply shrugged; “Could just be lost or her car broken down”

“Then why is she unconscious and reek of heat scent?…” he paused… “And why…”

Sy fell silent, all three elder members of the pack’s attention rising to the tall stained glass windows, the pale light from the full moon spilling into the dark room as the clouds started to part. A simultaneous chorus of ‘fuck’ sounded around the room, before they started to change, the moonlight triggering the lupine curse within them.

They grew broader, their shoulders filling out their shirts. Jaws clenched as canine teeth elongated. The flick of fire in their eyes started to burn as the silvery rays of moonlight spread throughout the room. At first they didn’t notice the wisp of orangey vapour that curled through the small gap in the door, but as it moved around the room like a lost serpent August was the first to notice;

“What the hell is that?”

Sy and Walter followed his gaze before noticing more tendrils of the vapour, watching as it sparkled gold and copper in the moonlight. Sy gritted his teeth and pushed back the urge to fully transform, the skill he’d accomplished once he became the full Alpha leader of the pack;

“Stay here” he all but growled, stalking towards the mist and out into the hall, the sight before him stopping him in his tracks.

The young woman was awake, but was clinging to Will as she nuzzled against his neck. One of her hands curled through Mikey’s hair, pulling him to the other side of her neck. Wisps of orange vapour curled around them, seemingly emanating from her.

“BOYS!” Sy barked, both younger men trying to turn to the pack elder, but looked punch drunk.

“Uncle Sy…” Mikey muttered; “She’s… there’s something…”

Sy crossed the room lightning fast, pulling both younger men from her grasp before pushing them into a ray of moonlight as it spilt in through a side window, knowing that although the moon would turn them, it would also clear whatever was happening due to the vapour from their minds. August and Walter helped the two boys up, both elders now having almost completed their transformations, the younger turning as they stood. Sy gritted his teeth again and pushed back the urge to transform, knowing four, five full Were’s would destroy this young woman, and that someone needed to find out what the hell was happening;

“August, Walter, take Will and Mikey, go run, go hunt, anything, get all of you out of here”

The other’s paused, seemingly torn between the draw of the full moon and the pull of the young woman, but as Sy turned and growled, his eyes flashing golden they finally retreated.

Sy listened, his acute hearing picking up four sets of padded feet running across the gravel driveway and into the woods, before he turned to her;

“What the hell am i going to do with you?”

You sat on the hard surface, the blanket beneath you doing little to pad out the cold stone underneath as you watched the hulk of a man approach. You could immediately tell he was an Alpha, strong and virile, he was extremely broad with thick arms and thighs, he seemed to be 250lbs of solid muscle. Beneath the scowl on his face you could see stormy blue eyes that sometimes had a flash of gold in them, and hints of red in his thick beard. Your entire body was sweating, desperate for the touch of an Alpha. The two young Alpha’s you hadn’t been able to control yourself from scenting with had done a little to sate the heat hunger burning within you, but as this beast approached you your body burned for him.

Reaching for him your body immediately calmed the moment your hands grasped at his muscled forearms, breathing in his scent as he looked you over. When he spoke his voice was deep but soft;

“Miss, i gotta ask, but what are you?”

“Just an Omega… and i fucked up, my heat started…”

“Then why’d you come in here?”

“It said it was a convent… Nuns are women… i woulda been safe here…”

The man let out a long sigh;

“Oh honey… this wasn’t a convent of Nuns… it was a refuge for Moon Makers” he looked you up and down; “They shouldn’t have put ya on the altar…”

You were confused, you had heard the term Moon Maker before but it was so long ago you couldn’t recall exactly where. It was as if it had been a whisper you’d eavesdropped as a child, of something mothers and aunts had gossiped about with a sense of sordid envy.

Before you could dwell on that thought the storm outside blew wild, the crack of a tree could be heard and as it fell to the ground it let in a stream of moonlight right to where you lay. Bathed in the silver light the tendrils of orange mist started to swirl with vigour, and the Alpha before you let out a groan;

“Sugar, i gotta see the mark…”

He pushed you back as he stood between your legs, his large hands on your thighs as they crept beneath your short summer dress, pushing it up until your panties were visible and the fabric of your dress was bunched around your waist. His nostrils flared as he picked up your scent, the dark patch of wetness between your legs drawing him like a moth to the flame, but instead he hooked his thumb over the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down just a little until he saw your birthmark on your hip.

“The waning crescent…” he muttered

“What’s… huh? Moon Makers… Waning Crescent… I don’t understand” you were struggling to concentrate through the heat cramps, pulling the Alpha closer to you as you’d wrapped your legs around his thighs.

“Moon Makers are a special kind of Omega… the only one’s strong enough to bear the pups of a Were… the waning crescent is the shape of the birthmark they carry… shaped that way as if you breed on a full moon you’ll know if you’re carrying the pups by the time of the next waning crescent… It’s old lore, there hasn’t been a sighting of a Moon Maker for, well, almost twenty five years…”

You pulled him close, not even knowing this beast’s name, but were drawn to him. You hooked your nose beneath his chin, his soft beard rubbing against your face and you could feel him shake with restraint;

“You’re testing big Sy to the limits Sugar…”

“Sy…” you muttered, his name like a syrup on your tongue; “Sy… i’m still an Omega, and i need your help. This heat isn’t going away… i need you, as an Alpha”

Nodding, Sy cradled the back of your head. He knew what he needed to do. He just needed to get you through your heat, long enough to get you back to your home. He also had a secret, one that he’d brushed over many times when his brothers had joked about it, but an injury when he’d been in the army had meant he could no longer sire any pups with an Omega. It was something he and only he knew about, not even confessing this to Walter or August, and it had been safe in that knowledge that he’d been able to concentrate on leading the pack, without the distraction of offspring. Countless Omega’s had warmed his bed, but he’d insisted it was never the right time, not on a full moon, not the right point in their heat. Right now though, he needed to fight off his hind-brain, the part of him that wanted the Were to take over. He didn’t even consider things would be different with a Moon Maker.

He pressed his face to your neck, inhaling deeply against your scent gland, the soft dip in your clavicle, and let your scent wash over him. You were grinding against him, the slick in your panties dousing the front of his old combat pants, the thick cotton straining against his growing erection. His lips brushed against your neck as he spoke;

“Will you let me taste you? Get you ready with my tongue? Sugar… Omega, you want me to eat that pussy?”

“Sy… Alpha, please… I need it. I need you”

You were desperate; desperate for relief, desperate for pleasure. You watched as his massive hands curled around your panties as he gripped the thin cotton before with a low growl he tore the thin fabric to shreds. Licking his lips he fell to his knees between your legs, his face between your thighs as his tongue found heaven. That long thick tongue dove through your folds, lapping at your slick as he eagerly tasted your essence. Your hands fell to his head, the short buzz cut soft beneath your fingertips, but without anything to grip onto you felt lost, unable to anchor yourself. As if sensing your need Sy lifted one hand to yours, curling his fingers between your own as his piercing blue eyes never left yours, all whilst his tongue delved deep into your velvet channel. The more you cried out and wriggled the quicker he fucked you with his tongue, bringing you closer and closer to pleasure before with a final wide swipe of his tongue you came with a scream, calling out to the stars above as white hot pleasure coursed through your body and lifted your soul. Sy eagerly drank down your slick as it gushed from your channel, growling at the taste on his tongue before you finally fell back limp on the altar.

He pressed a kiss to each of your inner thighs before he moved to stand, and you watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, before unbuckling his pants and let them drop to the floor. Toeing off his boots he was standing naked before you, his cock hard and rigid, thick and uncut, the knot at the base already starting to swell. You had been with an Alpha before but never one as big as Sy was, he was almost grotesquely huge, his girth as eye watering as the length. It was an angry red, his skin flushed and he was already dripping with need;

“Omega, I need you as much as you need me, you gonna let me fill that pussy?”

You nodded, and as Sy stepped forwards you saw there was hesitation in his step;

“Sy… what is it?”

“You ever been with a Were Alpha before?”

“A Were?” you shook your head; “But i want to. I need you Sy…”

“Not sure how much longer i can hold back the change, gonna have to be quick”

“I don’t want it to be quick, i want you… all of you”

What you were agreeing to was unheard of usually, very few had ever been with a full Were, let alone a Were Alpha, you knew the pheromones could drive an Omega crazy; “Do what you need to do Alpha”

With a growl Sy pushed you back, his body covering your own as his hands grasped your wrists;

“Hold still Sugar… need to tie you down so you don’t go flying off the altar”

“Altar?! Tie me down?!”

Sy paused, his face inches from your own;

“Say so now and i’ll stop, otherwise you’ll get as you asked and i will ‘do as i need’”

Swallowing nervously you nodded, wide eyed as you watched him pull ceremonial silk ropes from two corners of the altar beneath the blanket, tying your wrists in place. You could see his fight against the change was already starting to wane, his eyes burning like fire as his elongated fingers ran down your torso before grasping at your hips. He knelt between your parted thighs, pulling you up his thighs until his tip was poised at your entrance, dousing the bulbous head with your copious slick. With a growl he pushed forwards, stretching your tight walls as he slowly filled you. The pressure in your belly was intense, a white hot heat surging through your body as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. With your back arched you struggled to let your body adjust to his size, but then you felt the rough brush of the blunt tip of a claw circle your clit, carefully teasing the sensitive pearl from beneath its hood. As the moonlight poured down over your joined bodies you felt Sy start to change, of the Were taking over.

You moved your hips, realising you were now completely stuffed with his thick cock and eager for more, opening your eyes you let out a gasp, he had changed fully. Covered in a thick layer of auburn brown fur, his body was that of a Greek mythical beast. Though his features had changed, you could still see the same eyes that had burned for you just moments before. Shoulders as wide as the altar you were being defiled upon, which continued into enormous arms, thick with muscle as massive hands gripped at your hips as he started to thrust into you. You could both watch as he filled you before pulling out and repeating, his angry red shaft glistening in the moonlight with your slick before he’d plunge deep into you again and again. Each thrust stretched you so well you knew you’d be ruined for any other man, Alpha or not.

The pleasure coursed through your body, coming with a sudden force but the Were between your thighs just fucked you straight through it, now Moon drunk and high on the literal cloud of your scent surrounding the pair of you as you were carnally joined. With his biceps and forearms bulging the beast pulled you onto his thickening shaft repeatedly, his body arched as you were stretched on your tethers, legs bent at his thighs as you felt another orgasm chasing after the last. As your body squeezed him tight he let out a mighty roar, howling at the moon as you all but pushed yourself further onto him, your fragile body a plaything for his pleasure. Through the haze of lust and sin you felt the pad of his thumb move from your hip to brush over your birthmark, your gaze immediately drawn to his fiery eyes and you realised what would happen;

“Alpha, give me your knot, i’m ready”

With a growl the Were fucked into your plyable body harder and harder, pulling you to one final orgasm, and as that crested you felt the push and plug as he filled you, his seed pumping into you as his knot plugged you tight. Your scream echoed around the ancient chapel, and the world turned black.

A loud knocking at the door pulled Tina from her bed, glaring at the apartment as she strode through it, ready to give whoever dared disturb her at this ungodly hour of the morning a piece of her mind, but as she violently opened the door she was stopped in her tracks. In the morning light a hulk of a man stood on the doormat with you - her roommate - sleeping peacefully in his arms;

“Hey… I got her address from her driving licence”

Tina immediately scooped you into her arms, carrying you to the couch;

“Where has she been? Who are you?”

“Syverson… Her car broke down outside our place in the hills. She stayed out the storm with us but was up all night, she’s completely exhausted now”

Tina checked over your pulse and it was calm and steady, pulling at your eyelids which caused you to grumble and bat away her hands before you went back to snoring on the soft couch. Turning back to the giant Alpha currently standing in your doorway she held out her hand, to which Sy gently took it, surprised at how firm her handshake was;

“One of my brothers will bring her car back in the next couple of days if that’s alright? Got a lot on for the next two days”

“Yeah, that’s fine, but if i can take your number so i can check in, i know she drives a heap of crap but it’s still hers”

“Absolutely”

Tina watched as the enormous mountain of man carefully bent down and in neat cursive writing wrote his name and number onto the small notepad on the hallway console table, before ripping it off and handing it to her.

“I’ll… i’ll be going now”

Tina narrowed her gaze;

“You… you didn’t do anything to her, did you?”

Sy turned and met Tina’s glare;

“She spent the night” he turned and paused; “You might want to check her calendar, mentioned her heat is due soon” he let out a sigh before turning back to the doorstep; “Anyway, gotta go, the moon waits for no man…”

Tina watched him go, toying with the piece of paper as his truck pulled away, before she stashed it in her wallet.

A couple of weeks later you were irritable and snapping at anyone that crossed your path. The only thing that had gone right was your car had been returned to your apartment three days after your night in the hills, the suspension fixed, the engine running beautifully. It was like it’d had a complete overhaul by an entire team of mechanics. You weren’t going to question it as it was the one stable thing now in your life. The young guy that had dropped it off had practically thrown your keys into your hands, before sprinting off and climbing into a truck driven by someone that looked so similar he could have been a brother. You vaguely recognised them, but your only clear lingering memory of your time in the hills was Sy. You weren’t even sure how to even find him again, having taken drives through the forest a number of times but never able to find that same route again.

That night you were hungry, pulling a pint of your favourite ice cream from the deep freeze. You stepped outside into the warm summer night to eat it on the pallet wood seating Tina had built on the porch outside your apartment, watching the fireflies float into the air. After a while she joined you, a beer in her hand as she sat down silently. She was your best friend and had helped you through so much, but she’d been very quiet for the past couple of weeks, almost avoiding you.

“Hey Tiny” you used her nickname, one she’d very much grown out of after 5th grade when she’d grown a foot taller than you in the space of the summer break; “Everything ok?”

“Yeah yeah, i’m good… how are you doing? You’ve been… different recently”

You stabbed at the ice cream before setting it aside;

“Haven’t felt that great to be honest. Not sure what’s up, thought my heat was coming a few weeks ago but it seemed to end abruptly after i got back from…”

“Gotcha”

Tina looked up at the sky and you followed her gaze, seeing the thin crescent of the moon;

“Looks kinda like your birthmark, the waning moon…”

She didn’t finish what she was saying as you’d suddenly bolted to the bathroom, your retching clearly audible. With a sigh she rested her elbows on her knees… fuck, what the hell had you gotten yourself into? She’d been able to tell that Syverson was a Were the second she’d opened the door, counting the days back on her fingers she finally realised that you’d been with him the first night of the full moon, when its at its most powerful, and how your heat hadn’t appeared, yet she’d been able to pick up your bonding scent as you’d slept on the couch.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” she muttered to herself, the piece of paper in her wallet almost burning a hole in her pocket. She had sworn to your mother that she’d protect you, that she wouldn’t let you continue the Were bloodlines… but she’d failed. Now she had a decision to make… but first she’d go help you throw up, no doubt there would be another eight months of it to follow, the child within you already growing.

Pulling the paper out she held it between her fingertips as she stood, heading towards the bathroom where you were, you had a phone call make.

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catierambles · 6 months

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Syverson sat in the uncomfortable chair in the stuffy conference room, tugging at the collar of his dress uniform for the umpteenth time, wishing he could take the tie off. He met the eyes of the woman that had come in with the delegation and she perked a small smile before she looked back at the Colonel as he spoke to the man across from him. They were getting nowhere in negotiations, the man giving half-answers and vague agreements.

"At a later time." Was starting to repeat ad nauseam. The start of the meeting had gone smoothly enough, the Colonel and his men greeting the others as they came in, while Syverson greeted them in reverse order, shaking the woman's hand first with a welcoming smile. It had quickly gone downhill from there.

She took out her phone, giving a bored sigh through her nose as she started scrolling through it idly.

"I'm sorry, Miss." The Colonel said, his tone going from slightly frustrated to openly annoyed, "Are we boring you?"

"Little bit, yeah." She said simply, not looking up from her phone.

"Sir, if you could tell your..." He gave her a quick once over, "Secretary to pay attention. She may need to take some notes." The delegation went still and she looked up from her phone at the Colonel.

"Ma'am," Syverson said with a grimace, "Allow me to apologize on behalf of the Colonel. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who read the briefin'."

"Seems like." She said, her voice steady.

"Colonel, Sir," Syverson said, "Wolf packs enter a room in reverse order. Lowest on the totem pole first, leader last. You just called their Alpha a Secretary."

"M-ma'am, I--I meant no disrespect--" The Colonel was floundering, trying to salvage the situation.

"Yes you did." She said, setting her phone down on the table, "You just thought you weren't disrespecting someone important. Now, there's nothing wrong with being a Secretary, or Administrative Assistant as they are called now, but you meant it as an insult. Didn't you, Colonel."

"I--You should have said something."

"You should have done your homework."

"Captain, why didn't you--"

"He did." She said, "He shook my hand first. That should have clued you in."

"Ma'am, I apologize and I hope we can still--"

"Don't worry, Colonel." She said and looked at Syverson. "Your name?"

"Captain Brian Syverson, ma'am."

"Thank you." She said, "You can thank the Captain, here. He's the only reason why I'm not walking out and taking my pack with me." She stared at him for a long moment.

"Captain..."

"Don't mention it, Colonel." Syverson said.

"Now, shall we start again?" She asked, giving the Colonel a small, calculating smile devoid of mirth.

#captain syverson #henry cavill

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myfanficlibraries · 1 year

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 12

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: canon typical violence, injury

Catch up: Series Masterlist

Taglist: @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @elizabetharegina @enchantedbytomandhenry @narnianaos @geralts-yenn @peaches1958 @avengersfan25 @sillyrabbit81 @summersong69 @identity2212 @liecastillo @lena-banena @mrsevans90 @confessionbrain-writings @eclecticfashionbookszipper @happydistraction

A/N: this was formatted on my phone on my way to a Loveless concert but I was determined not to be late two weeks in a row so please forgive any goofs

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Day 147

After making a name for themselves as one of the top teams on base, Sy had decided to assign the base’s newest recruit to Ben to test out his skills before giving him a permanent team. Ethan was reassigned to One-Two but with his ability to charm the panties off a nun, he quickly made the best of the temporary arrangement.

Alpha was in charge of breaching the three story building while Bravo blocked the streets and provided cover fire. They followed textbook formation as they climbed the stairs, one soldier providing cover at the top of each new flight.

Once the five of them reached the top floor of the building, Rohan, Benjie and Jeremiah went left while Leah led Hall to the right towards the only remaining door. Leah tried the handle but when she found it locked, she moved aside and prepared to fire. Hall kicked the door down, stepping in and checking the entryway closet.

“Clear,” he called as Leah moved past him to the back left archway.

Hall proceeded to the room on the right when Leah heard a third set of footsteps coming from behind them. She immediately pivoted, firing two shots just as a man snuck up on Hall, a long blade poised to slice the recruits throat.

Hall startled, looking down to the now lifeless body of a young man then back at Leah.

“Coleman, look out!”

The warning came too late. Two simultaneous bursts of gunfire rang out, coming from opposite sides of the room and ending when she and her attacker slumped to the floor.

“Man down! Man down! Coleman is down!”

Leah’s body lay unmoving on the ground, not responding at all as Hall yelled for help. He moved quickly, clearing the back room as the boys arrived to help finish the sweep.

Sy momentarily froze in the doorway before throwing himself to his knees next to Leah with his weapon still drawn. He reached down with one hand, feeling her cracked plate.

“I don’t think she’s hit, there’s no blood.”

“Then why the fuck is she out cold?” Hall screamed in his panic.

Sy strapped his weapon over his back and leaned down, bringing his cheek to her nose and pulling off a glove to press two fingers to her neck. The four other men kept their guns drawn, forming a protective circle around Leah.

“She’s breathin’ and I can feel a pulse. Maybe she hit her head.”

“She was hit point blank, he couldn’t have been more than three feet from her. What if the impact fucked her heart or something?”

Sy didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to waste any more time trying to figure it out. He heaved her over his shoulders and got to his feet.

“Get us the fuck out of here, now!”

They move out, calling over the comms to check the status of the other teams as they did. When everyone was clear, they ordered an immediate return to base, packing away the captured targets. Unfortunately, the man they were searching for was not one of them.

Leah was loaded into the bed of the white pickup, the field medic quickly taking up position by her side.

From his usual spot in the passenger seat, Sy couldn’t look back without neglecting his watch sector, so instead, he kept his ears peeled for any sign of her status.

“Don’t move, Coleman. We’re gonna get you back to base, just stay with us and don’t move.”

Sy’s relief at Leah being awake was short lived.

“Fuck! No, Coleman, open your eyes, dammit! Don’t go back to sleep on me!”

“Talk to me, what’s going on back there?”

“She was awake and talking for about ten seconds but now she’s out again.” There was a loud thump as the medic threw aside her plates to access her chest.

Sy couldn’t help his focus flickering to the rear view mirror as he muttered under his breath, “Stay with us, Leah. We’re almost there.”

Back at base, Leah was transferred onto a backboard before her boys ran over to help carry her into the medical unit. Two medics were on her, moving her to the table and getting her clothes off to check her wounds. Everyone else was ushered out of the room as the medic ran every check possible but four worried boys hovered in the hall right outside the closed door.

Sy couldn’t get the image of Leah’s limp body out of his head. When he’d ordered the Reynolds to call for a chopper, the man had paused. Apparently in her few seconds awake in the bed of the truck, Leah had said, “Don’t let them Evac me or they will never let me come back”.

Her stubbornness would be the death of him one day, he was sure.

It went against every instinct in his body—both professional and otherwise—but Sy agreed, telling himself that he would wait until he had a diagnosis before having her airlifted out.

“What the fuck happened back there?” Sy growled when he found Hall outside. He’d stepped out of the humvee but hadn’t ventured more than a few feet away.

The young man shook his head, still staring at the ground. “I—”

“Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you!”

Hall was shaking in front of him, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, but he did as commanded.

“We were clearing the residence,” he began, his voice coming out rough. “I heard a shot and when I looked back, this guy was on the ground behind me with a big ass knife by his side. Coleman must have heard him because she spun around and put a bullet in him.” He cleared his throat, looking at his feet before remembering himself and looking up again. “But then another one came out of the room Coleman was about to enter and shot her right as she turned back. I dropped the guy but he had time to get a few shots off before he fell. That’s when I called for backup.”

“How did someone get in behind you? No one came out of the other apartments and we had men blocking the stairs.”

Hall shook his head. “I…” he ground his teeth. “He must have been hiding in the closet I thought I had cleared.”

Sy snapped, grabbing the man by the collar and slamming his back against the humvee.

“When you clear a room, you fucking clear it! You got me? That’s your fucking job. Because of you, Coleman could be dead on that table. Another fuck up like that and you’ll be lookin’ for a different career.”

Sy stormed off to remove his gear and clean himself up as best he could with a packet of baby wipes before putting on a fresh shirt and going back to medical. He met Ethan on his way down who told him that Leah had regained consciousness and was giving the medics the full weight of her sass which was reassuring to no end. She was being kept for overnight observation but they were assured that it was simply to allow for her to rest and have her concussion symptoms monitored.

Knocking as he always did, Sy waited until he heard a non-committal groan before entering. Leah turned her head and immediately tried to sit up when she registered her guest’s identity but Sy was by her side in three quick strides, pushing her back down.

“Oh no, ya don’t. You’re stayin’ right where ya are.”

Still pinned to the table by the shoulder, she raised her hand to remove the plastic mask covering her nose and mouth.

“M’fine,” she argued, although the slurring of her words made her weak protests all the less convincing.

“You ain’t doin’ that either, get that back on.” He batted her hand away, lifting the mask back over her face. “You ain’t leavin’ until medical gives ya the all clear. You don’t have to sit, talk or do anything other than rest. I was just checkin’ in on how you were feelin’.”

“I f—” She lifted the mask off her nose so she could speak more clearly but didn’t pull it all the way off. “I feel like someone took a sledgehammer t’my chest, thanks for asking.”

Sy couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her response though he had no doubt that that was exactly how she felt. Unsurprisingly, her shirt had been cut off again and the tattered remains were on the floor beside him. This time, however, the medics had bothered to help her get her jacket back on to cover her up.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Her eyelids fluttered, her eyes going glassy for a moment. Sy could tell she was trying really hard to remember but it wasn’t coming back to her. She released a frustrated huff before weakly admitting she couldn’t recall anything since lunch.

“I’m sure they told ya by now but you got shot. You were lucky, the bullets didn’t make it through your plates though the medics did say you have severe bruisin’ at the point of impact. Ya also have a concussion from hittin’ your head when ya fell. I expect you’ll be sore for a while, you’ll have to take it easy.”

“So, y’mean no pull ups on the bed frame?”

Sy huffed a laugh, closing his eyes as he let his head hang for a moment. Leave it to Leah to find exactly the right words to pull a smile from him at a time like that.

“I haven’t seen the damage for myself but I’d expect not.”

Without thinking, Leah unfastened the front of her jacket, exposing her stomach and neckline to Sy’s appraising gaze. He sucked in a sharp breath, pushing the fabric further aside to see the whole contusion while his fingertips simultaneously brushed against her soft skin.

“Fuck.”

It was bad. Really bad. She had at least six different shades of red and purple radiating from three identifiable points where the individual shots had struck her gear. One of them had hit above the swell of her breast—just at the limit of the plates that saved her life—with the accompanying bruise partially concealed by the fabric of her bra. The two other bruises were almost fully visible below the tight fabric where they spider-webbed over her lower ribs.

There was no doubt that every breath caused her excruciating pain.

Sy wanted so badly to bend down and trace the pattern with his lips. He wanted to feel the heat of her skin, to reassure himself that she was alright and allow his gentle touch to take her mind off the pain.

A shiver ran across her skin, her nipples pebbling and becoming visible beneath the fabric of her bra.

“That bad, huh?”

Sy pulled his hand away as if he’d been burned, realizing he was just casually brushing his thumb over her side.

He cleared his throat. “Stay put and get some rest. Those are your orders, Corporal.”

As Sy was about to exit the room, Leah pushed herself up and pulled the mask down again. “Cap.”

He muttered a curse under his breath, resting his palm on the wall while still gripping the doorknob. The longer he stayed in the room, the harder it became to keep his head on straight.

“I heard you were the one who carried me out.”

Sy straightened, taking a breath to steady himself before making his way back to where Leah sat.

“I did.” His eyes darted up and down, hoping to catch any sign of Leah feeling unwell before she doubled over and fell face first off the examination table.

“Over your shoulders?” she pushed.

He simply nodded, unconsciously inching his way closer.

“You carried my deadweight,” her eyes fell shut as her body swayed and her hands tightened around the edge of the table before her gaze fell on him again. “You carried me in full gear over your shoulders.”

“Yes, Coleman, I carried you down,” he sighed, his composure beginning to falter. He couldn’t admit that seeing her unresponsive on the ground was the single most frightening moment of his life. He couldn’t tell her that he would have carried her down a thousand flights of stairs if it meant keeping Leah alive. “You’re like a hundred pounds with all your gear on and soakin’ wet,” he said instead. “Anyone here coulda done the same.”

It was a desperate attempt to deflect the attention from himself but Leah didn’t let him get away with it so easily.

“But it wasn’t anyone else, it was you.”

The silence in the room was deafening as Leah looked up at Sy with a half hooded gaze, her eyes conveying so much emotion despite the fatigue in her features. Even at her worst, Leah was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

If there was ever a time to tell her how he felt, this was it. If any of the shots had hit just a few inches higher, he would have missed his chance completely.

All he had to do was say it. All he had to do was tell her how much he cared about her. And yet, he couldn’t utter a single word.

Sy had taken the last step, fully bridging the gap between their bodies. His hand reached out almost of its own accord to cup her cheek and it was all too easy to lean forward and press his lips to hers. There was a sharp intake of breath when they first made contact, Leah’s body momentarily going stiff, but she quickly relaxed into him.

Five months worth of bottled up emotions were poured into that kiss. It was a slow, gentle exploration of her lips and it was everything he’d imagined and more.

Somewhere along the way, Sy’s hands had found Leah’s hips, grasping the flesh of her ass. Leah’s legs were parted wide around his hips, bringing her core level with his crotch. Under better circumstances, he might have flipped her over and fucked her right there. His damn cock was definitely up for the task, sitting hard and proud in his pants.

The relief of knowing she was alive and safe may have overpowered Sy’s common sense, but two hands pushing on his chest snapped him back out of his trance.

Leah’s previously ghostly white face now sported a deep flush. Her swollen lips were slightly parted as she took short lungfuls of air.

“I c— I can’t do this.”

Sy took a step back, the weight of his error sinking in.

“Get some rest, Coleman. And get that damn oxygen mask back on your face, you’re wastin’ good air.”

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Leah alone. Feeling her eyes fall shut against her will, she quickly laid down, pulling the mask up and taking deep inhales of the oxygenated air. Though her head was no longer spinning, her world had most definitely been turned upside down.

Day 148:

She didn’t sleep at all while in the infirmary. The medics made sure to come check on her every half hour to monitor her symptoms which also kept her awake. Not that she would have managed to find a second of peace had they not been around. Sy had her mind racing, well, racing as much as her sluggish thoughts would allow. No, not even without the constant interruptions and the horribly uncomfortable medic table would she have fallen asleep.

She’d kissed Sy. Well, if one was being technical, he’d kissed her and she had reciprocated. And it had been… Wow. She could feel the hunger in his touch which was exactly why she’d had to put a stop to it. There were so many reasons why that kiss was a horrible idea. From what she had come to know of Sy, she didn’t think they would ever work out as an actual couple even if he weren’t her captain. It would be foolish to go through the trouble of sneaking around with him if it was going to end in heartbreak anyway.

That didn’t mean she didn’t still want him with every fiber of her being.

There was a visceral attraction to him, something she was completely unfamiliar with, but it was more than that, she was sure there was more to him than anybody around the base knew or saw. It almost felt like that part of him was just a performance and that the real Sy was hidden away. Maybe most people didn’t notice the way he was always watching and studying his surroundings when no one was looking but she did. When they were together, he wasn’t grumpy, crude or abrasive. When they were alone he was softer, considerate and caring.

Stop it, Leah.

When another knock sounded from the door, interrupting her train of thought, she was so exhausted that she was no longer in the mood to play nice.

“Fuck off! I’m awake just like I have been the five hundred other times you’ve come in since last night.”

The door cracked open all the same and the light switched on, sending a sharp pain barreling through her skull. Her eyes flew open, struggling to adjust to the light which felt brighter than the sun.

Leah mustered all her strength and managed to roll onto her side just in time to empty her stomach contents into the trash can that had conveniently been placed by the head of the table.

“Someone turn that off, she has a concussion for fuck’s sake. Light can aggravate the symptoms.”

She couldn’t remember ever hearing Rohan swear. That was how she knew he must have been worried sick all night.

The light was mercifully switched off again, relieving the pressure in her head. Someone—she couldn’t tell who—caught hold of her belt at the back of her pants. There was a small lamp on the floor that provided enough light to make out the faces around the room but with her torso hung precariously off the table as she dry heaved, there was no time to focus on her surroundings. She was just grateful to whichever one of the boys had the foresight to keep her from falling. Surely that would not have been good for her concussion.

“I fucked up, guys,” she confessed in a breathless sob.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Leah. This wasn’t your fault.” Of course they had no clue what she was talking about. Why would they assume she was talking about the Captain?

When her breath slowed, she was pulled back onto the table by Benjie. He really was one hell of a sergeant—always thinking one step ahead. Ethan held a bottle of water to her lips, helping her take a few small sips.

“Medics said you could go up to your room,” Jeremiah informed her in a low voice, devoid of his usual cheerfulness or humor. Leah hummed in acknowledgment, throwing an arm over her eyes as she rested on her back. “That is, if you let one of us manhandle you a bit because there is no way you can walk in your condition.”

Fuck it, why not? Sy had had his hands on her, why not one of her teammates?

“When did Sy have his hands on you?” Benjie asked, his voice filled with concern.

Fuck. Had she said that out loud?

“Yes, you did.”

Dammit.

She could feel the men looking at each other over her body, wondering who was going to stick their neck out and voice the question they were all thinking.

“Leah?” Benjie’s voice was close. He must have moved from the back of the table to kneel by her head. “Did Sy do something?”

“No. He just had to carry me up the first time I got hurt, that’s all.”

Hopefully her odd choice of words would be attributed to the confusion from the concussion and no one would ask more questions.

“Well, if you’d rather it was him, we could go get him. Otherwise, one of us can carry you up or we could strap you to a backboard and no one would touch you at all.”

“I’ll take whichever one of you is confident they won’t drop me.”

She kept her eyes shut tightly as someone slipped their arms under her. Something was placed over her eyes, maybe a towel or a t-shirt, to protect her from the excess light.

“If you feel like you’re going to hurl, I’d appreciate a five second warning. Oh and, if you can, aim for the floor instead of my chest, that would be even better.”

Leah smiled, resting her forehead on Jeremiah’s chest. “I’ll do my best.”

Her future on base and her professional relationship with Sy may have been blown to shit but at least she still had four boys watching her six. If nothing else, they would make sure she landed on her feet.

Chapter 13

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Flower In The Desert - Chapter 12

Captain Syverson Fanfic

Violet stood beside Harper as their engineer pointed to a map, outlining their plan with Syverson. A night raid was on the agenda, aimed at pushing back an army of insurgents. Syverson sighed, glancing at Harper and Matt for their thoughts. "Do you guys think this intel is credible?"

Harper hesitated but eventually nodded. "You should have seen what they did to this guy's brother."

"Alright." Syverson cleared his throat and scanned the room. "We'll split into two teams. I'll lead Alpha team through the back. I'll need your team to use your vehicles to help block the street."

Harper agreed, and as Matt cast a worried look at Violet, Syverson decided to keep her close. He grabbed her hand before she could leave and shut the door behind them. "I want you to stick with me."

Violet resisted for a moment, pulling her hand away. But then she moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Their lips met in a moment of reassurance and longing, and when she pulled away, her forehead rested against his. "I just want to keep an eye on you."

"I appreciate that. But I'll be fine with my men. Be careful, okay?"

"I will. But if I'm not, at least I would have you to nurse me..." he teased as she giggled, shaking her head with a smirk before turning to leave. Alone in the room, he sighed, the weight of their impending mission pressing heavily upon him.

***

Violet sat beside Harper, her leg bouncing with nervous energy as they drove through the dark. When they finally parked in a dimly lit corner, she climbed out of the truck with Harper and gripped her gun tightly. The cold metal felt rough and unyielding, alien in her hands. Despite her unease, her mind was laser-focused on the mission, keeping her fears at bay. They had only one chance at success, so there was no room for hesitation.

Standing out in the open with her Harper and Matt, she couldn't help but feel more nervous for Syverson as she watched him pull up with his own team.

After several tense minutes, the sound of gunfire filled the air. Violet gripped her gun more tightly, her heart pounding. A bullet grazed their Humvee, and Harper swiftly pulled her behind the vehicle. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, her nerves overridden by adrenaline as more bullets rained down, and Matt returned fire from the gun carriage. She knew she had to stay calm and focused if they intended to make it out alive. For now, she pushed her worries about Syverson to the back of her mind, fully engaged in the chaos of the firefight.

Syverson's voice came over the comms, ordering them to return to the base, and she breathed a small sigh of relief, knowing he was okay. However, the respite was short-lived as gunfire continued to rain down on them. The second truck caught up to theirs, and they began their retreat, with Matt providing covering fire from the top of the truck. The second truck was hit, causing Harper to stop and provide covering fire while Violet jumped out to help Enzo with the injured Burton.

They managed to get everyone piled into Harper's truck, with Violet sitting beside Burton, cradling his head in her lap. "Do something! You're the damn doctor!"

She swallowed hard, tears threatening to break free as she assessed the extent of Burton's burns. Enzo began to sob, mumbling about Burton being his friend. Violet grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know..."

A helicopter landed just as Harper pulled up to the base, and Syverson came running to the truck to help them extract Burton. Violet tried to look at Enzo's shoulder wound, but he brushed her off, rushing after Burton as he was loaded onto the chopper.

"Are you alright?" Syverson asked Violet as she stood watching the helicopter take off.

She didn't answer, just shook her head, brushing past him and entering the house. He found her pacing anxiously in his bedroom when he followed her in. "Five... I had five guys with me, and now I have two. And Chutsky died. I'm going to have to visit his parents... and..."

Syverson sighed and pulled her against his chest as she began to cry softly. "I know. It's okay. It'll be okay."

"You don't know that! You can't promise me that, Eddie!"

"Vi, I do know that." He caressed her cheek as she wiped away the tears from her eyes. "We're going to make it through this, but I need you to believe that."

She stared up at him with teary eyes, seeing how determined his expression was. His gaze softened as he gently cupped her cheek. "Just, distract me? Take me to bed?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he nodded. "Yes ma'am."

After discarding their clothes, Syverson led her back toward the bed. He reached forward and took her by the shoulders, urging her to lie back. She let out a moan as he parted her thighs, bringing her hands to his waist and sliding them down to his hips. She began to slowly stroke him, wanting him inside her. However, she couldn't move as he leaned forward and sucked on her breast, nibbling lightly until she moaned.

She arched her back as he kissed his way down her body, relishing the moment before meeting her between her legs, teasing her clit with his tongue. "Don't tease me, Eddie, please," she begged softly as he moaned against her clit. "Make love to me. I need to feel you..."

He rose above her and groaned as he entered her, filling her. As he thrust deeply into her, she ran her hands along his arms to his broad back, drawing him deeper into her. His rhythm quickened as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his ass. He sped up his pace, moving faster and harder, and she matched his movements, moaning loudly with each thrust. The pleasure intensified, spiraling out of control as she rode out wave after wave of her first orgasm. "Oh god..."

Then, without warning, she felt his fingers digging into her hips, increasing his speed even further, eliciting a gasp of shock as she lost herself to another powerful orgasm. Once again, the feeling subsided, but only briefly as he plunged deep inside her one final time, emptying himself completely.

He collapsed next to her, panting heavily as his heart rate slowed. With a grin, he kissed her forehead and rolled onto his side, pulling her close to his chest. "I love you, Vi," he whispered out into the quiet room after a few minutes.

Her heart caught in her chest at his admission as she glanced up at him with a smile. "I love you too, Eddie." She rested her head contently on his chest, letting the steady sound of his heartbeats lull her to sleep.

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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Captain Syverson & August Walker in the viking era (part 1?)

ok i just love a good old viking headcanon. I cannot stop imagining a bunch of my favourite characters in the viking era, totally feral and just fucking all the time sjdjsjd.

Henrys characters fit perfect for this era with their gruff beefy look. also this turned out kinda soft??? anyways enjoy!!

might do a part 2 if anyone is interested, just let me know! readers body type and ethnicity isnt described.

No warning, but mentions of smut, everything is consensual even though it may not seem it lol.

Captain Syverson

Sy grew up on a farm with his mother and father. he'd definitely be of Norwegian heritage. a farm boy at heart, grew up to be a fierce warrior after his parents were killed. Everyone feared The Captain, rumors spread like wildfire, to the point people thought he was sent from the Gods, or that he was a warrior god himself. he'd sail the seas around the world raiding, pillaging and trading. but deep down he was a romantic at heart and a traditional man. He longed for devoted love, a love he saw in his parents. He waited for a long time before he would finally meet you. because deep down, he wanted to go back to the farm, live a peaceful life as a husband to his wife and a father to his children.

eventually he would meet you, a woman who was taken from her home to be a slave to a king in Sweden. As he was pillaging the town to kill the king, he saw you in a farm house, a man was trying to assault you. Sy struck his sword through the man and he fell to the ground. You was wearing a light blue long-sleeved top with a brown skirt, but oh you were so beautiful. It was love at first sight even when the reader punched Sy in the face and ran away from the town into the forest. Sy knew from there that the reader was to be his wife.

Half the time Sy was feral, it was the only thing that could get him through the raids. He could let his inner beast come through. A couple of days later, trying to find you, he saw you washing yourself by a waterfall. He hid behind a big rock so he could watch you. He watched as you were drying your hair off, your body sun-kissed by the summer sun. He felt his cock harden as he looked your ass and breasts, so plumb and his for the taking.

As he came into view, you gasped as you saw him. He looked at you up and down, taking in your nakedness. Your breasts hardened at the cool wind blowing, but also because of the giant man staring at you. Your pussy on display, he wanted to taste you so bad.

Before you know it he has you pinned down, you let out a startled scream as he nuzzled his face into your neck, smelling your sweet scent. You knew this was wrong, you did not know this man, but something about it felt good. He was huge, while his hands were rough, touching you everywhere, even your most private areas which you blushed and looked away. His touch was still soft.

"W-what do you want from me?" You asked, unsure what to do. "Need you" Sy mumbled into your neck. "Please" You hear him whisper. Next thing you know you are being pounded into the dirt. You moan and scream to the point you are afraid someone will hear, his balls slap against your ass with each thrust. His broad thick hairy body wraps around your body. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit. You were so aroused that it didn't even hurt when he slid in, taking your virginity and filling you up with his seed. Oh there was a lot of seed, to the point you thought this was unusual. But you did not care, you were so far gone and the sexiest man was above you fucking and breeding you to the halt.

August Walker

August Walker, known as the king of Denmark to the people, was a Noble and commanding king, but harsh and silent. He was dominating, successfully winning every raid and war. other kings and queens were afraid of him. no one dared to disobey him. Many wandered if this man was even capable of love, because all they saw was a murderous man who got what he wanted every time.

He grew up with a cruel father, who would beat him and his mother after coming home drunk every night. After he killed his own father, August looked after his mother when she grew sick. Ever since her death he has always been alone.

Until one day.

In the middle of a raid, August all bloodied from the killing, saw a woman fighting off men as young girls and boys were standing behind her terrified. The woman was striking, and fierce. Never holding down even though he could see the exhaustion on your face and body. Oh your body. He could not see your curves due to the armor, but he knew you were beautiful, that made his cock harden.

after a successful raid, sitting at the high table in front of his warriors and civilians alike, they celebrated. you face appeared and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Never has he felt this way before, he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling, lust?, romance? maybe both? who knows. Only thing he knew certain off was that he wanted you in his bed that night. Upon meeting him, you were stubborn. You heard the rumors about this man. He fucked anything that moved and he killed anyone that pissed him off. Your attitude shocked him as no one treated him in such a manner, but it just made him want you more. You both did not leave the bedroom for 3 days. August lay awake as you cuddled him from the side. He looked at you, thinking of a life he could have with you, but for the type of man he is, he did not think he deserved such a life. But over time you proved him otherwise, with your stubborn nature, you brought four daughters and a son to the world who were equally stubborn. Now he cannot picture a life without the six of you. promising himself he will be a better father than what his own father was.

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missacidburn928 · 6 months

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Moonlight & Fang Masterlist

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh.

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside.

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

🐺

Chapters:

Little Red

The Orphan

The Hunter

The Blacksmith

The Rogue

The Forgotten Prince

Balance

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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I will slowly be adding my previous stories over time. New stories will be up the same day as ao3.

What I currently have posted:

Time After Time: Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

Moonlight & Fang: Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington (Drabble/Part 2)

LUNATIC: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers

Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand: Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me...: Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader

Let Me Spell It Out For You: Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Why You Calling Me Tonight: Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader (Challenge Accepted/Part 2)

Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey: Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Bittersweet: POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

Affinity Series: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Don't Care If It Sounds Cold. It Is, What It Is: Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve Rogers x POC!Reader

Badda Boom Universe: Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?: Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Madness my dear is lovely in the right hands...: Mafia!Stucky x POC Escort!Reader “Sin”

#poc reader #masterlist #smut #angst

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angryschnauzer · 1 year

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The absolute best thing about newly discovering Bookstgram (or Booktok) is every single ‘this is how i imagine this character looks like’ reel is the book cover then BAM a photo of Henry. That Cavill dude is literally book boyfriend number 1.

Elven prince? BOOM Melot

Young Biker? BOOM Mikey

Farmer’s market hottie? BOOM Clark Kent

Spy? BOOM Napoleon Solo

Mafia Dom? BOOM August Walker

Neighbour/Boss/Friend from school who grew up? BOOM Henry himself.

Alpha pack? BOOM BOOM BOOM Walter Marshall + Captain Syverson + Geralt of Rivia.

#henry cavill #bookstagram #booktok

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livingbreathingdreams · 2 years

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Stuff I like

• LAST UPDATE NOVEMBER 21, 2023 •

• BUCKY BARNES • STEVE ROGERS • CAPTAIN SYVERSON • HARRY STYLES • PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS •

🌸 Slow burn [because I’m a sucker for endless buildup] ⎮ ⚪️ Friends to lovers ⎮ 🧡 Personal favorite

Bed-Sharing Fics

Period Comfort Fics

Anxious!Reader Fics

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTER Fics

BUCKY BARNES

❤︎ two thousand, five hundred and sixty-nine @kinanabinks 🌸⚪️

❤︎ Something More @tellmealovestory ⚪️

❤︎ Heart & Soul @all1e23 (Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader AU)🌸🧡

❤︎ Mystery of Love @heli0s-writes (Soulmate Stucky x Reader AU) 🌸⚪️

❤︎ Hearsay @jadedvibes ⚪️

Single Dad!Bucky x Reader

❤︎ Astrophile @all1e23 🌸🧡

❤︎ Teacher’s Favorite AU @suitk0via

❤︎ A Touch of Ink @deamstellarus 🌸

❤︎ Parent-Teacher Conference @coffeecatsandcandles 🌸

❤︎ Seven-Thirty @nacho-bucky (Godfather!Bucky)

❤︎ Life is Gourd @redhairedfeistynerd

❤︎ Love at First Grade @buckysimp101 🌸

STEVE ROGERS

Single Dad!Steve Rogers x Reader

❤︎ Slow Like Honey @heli0s-writes 🌸

CAPTAIN SYVERSON

❤︎ Syverson - Vignettes @invisibleanonymousmonsters 🧡

❤︎ Second Chances @notabronte (Captain Syverson x OFC) 🌸

❤︎ Your Condition + Part 2 @sillyrabbit81 🧡

❤︎ Even If You Don’t Mean It @sillyrabbit81 ⚪️

❤︎ Eyes That See @just-chirpin 🌸

HARRY STYLES

❤︎ Strange Tides @theasstour 🌸

❤︎ Citrine @moonchildstyles 🌸🧡

❤︎ UNPLANNED @idkthisisjustforfanfic 🌸⚪️🧡

Single Dad!Harry Styles x Reader

❤︎ Adore You @gucciwins

❤︎ Golden Sparks @gucciwins 🌸🧡

❤︎ Baby Steps @ethusiasticharry

❤︎ Trials and Tribulations @hrina 🌸🧡

❤︎ Christmas Magic @signofthebarnes

❤︎ TO LOVE AND BE LOVED @watchmegetobsessed 🌸

❤︎ PARENT TRAP @watchmegetobsessed 🌸

❤︎ darling @autumn-sunflowers

❤︎ You Send Me @ill-be-your-honey-bri

❤︎ Office Neighbors @atlafan 🌸⚪️🧡

❤︎ You, Me, and the Coin Trick + Part 2 @astranva 🌸⚪️

❤︎ Milking the Grip @awideworldoffanfics

#bucky barnes x reader #single dad bucky #single dad!bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #single dad steve rogers #single dad!steve rogers x reader #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #fic recs #slow burn #harry styles x reader #single dad harry styles #single dad!harry styles #harry styles slow burn #anxious!reader

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henryobsessed · 1 year

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I posted 254 times in 2022

25 posts created (10%)

229 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sillyrabbit81

@henryobsessed

@littlefreya

@viking-raider

@michelehansel

I tagged 17 of my posts in 2022

#henry cavill - 6 posts

#instagram - 6 posts

#captain syverson - 4 posts

#august walker - 4 posts

#pegging powerpoint - 3 posts

#melot - 3 posts

#sherlock holmes - 3 posts

#walter marshall - 3 posts

#youtube - 2 posts

#stroke me henry - 1 post

Longest Tag: 29 characters

#the fallen wolves brotherhood

My Top Posts in 2022:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Wrabbit !!

1. The Widow and the Witcher - my first story and I still cry at the end.

2. Baby Boy Henry - I loved writing Henry as a little boy hehe but I let him grow up.

3. Time for a Switch - letting my true femdom out on our soldier 😜

Now it gets hard cause how do you choose between your children

4. The Veterinarian and the werewolf - I finally wrote a werewolf story with Henry had the wolf hehe

5. The Borrower and Her Bean - I feel this one doesn’t get much acknowledgment. It was an interesting challenge writing about a 1 inch girl living in Henry’s stables home during Covid. Perspectives were interesting and difficult.

Well there you go @sillyrabbit81 bet you are surprised at what was missing 😘

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@sillyrabbit81

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Word Count: 920 words

Warning: Pure Fluff

A/N: To my beautiful @amberangel112 I wrote this for you as an apology but I'm going to post it now for your birthday. My beautiful Songbird, I only wish someday you will have a handsome man enraptured by your voice, who will sweep you off your feet.

Thanks, @sillyrabbit81 for your help and beta editing. Mwah

Candlelight flickered casting light and shade against the pallor walls. The night sky was brilliantly lit with stars; their radiant light glowed through the tall windows and added to the ambience. Men and women sat dressed in their finest silks, jewels, and ruffles, but none were finer than the King and Queen.

Sitting beside the King, Brandon should have felt big and important, but the shine in his role had lost its lustre. Instead, he now spent most of his time trying not to anger the King. In fact, the latest riots were deep in his thoughts when a sound pulled him from his ponderings. A voice, bell-like in timbre, floated around his ears and the melody soothed his mind. Looking for the source, his eyes fell on an exquisite creature. Her peach red hair was wrapped up atop her head, soft feathered earrings cascaded around her neck. The gold, ivory, and green dress with beautiful Jaccard patterns hugged her in all the right ways, igniting a desire in Charles that he thought had been long lost.

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Epilogue

Word Count: 2320

Warnings: none

A/N well after a long break, hours of encouragement from @sillyrabbit81 and @amberangel112 I have finally finished this story. Keep an eye out for a one-shot about Tom and Adam. As always comments and reblogs are welcome :) Selah

Epilogue

Jessie watched as the peaceful snowflakes coated the ground outside her window. Henry had made sure it was placed so Jessie could stay in bed and still be able to enjoy the view of the forest which now was covered in a blanket of white. The master bedroom was the first of Henry’s extensions to the house in his new role as Alpha of the Redwood Pack. It had become obvious for the couple how painfully thin the walls were in the house and so the bedroom’s construction became a priority, along with an ensuite and a nursery for their future little ones.

Within his first year as Alpha, Henry with the help of Adam and some of the ranchers from the area began the build. The stockmen were eager to assist to show Jessie that they did not support the attitudes of the few who had been against her. Next were guest quarters and then finally another couple’s room for when Adam and Tom were mated.

Jessie was so grateful for the attention to detail Henry had given in their new space, as in her last months of pregnancy she had been frequently tired and spent a lot more time in bed. Her hand rested on her eight month’s protruding belly, caressing gently, she groaned as her little one kicked hard against her bladder.

“Hey, peanut that was not nice.” A deep chuckling caught her attention, she looked up and saw her mate. Henry’s face was one of amusement. “Telling our little one off already Jess? It’s not their fault that the inn is getting too cramped.”

Jessie wanted to be cranky with the teasing but when your husband is standing with fresh coffee, bacon and eggs in hand it was hard to not smile. No matter how busy he had been, Henry continued to make sure he cared for his family, and this was just one of their morning rituals. Setting down the hot meal beside her, the doting father to be rested next to her, his hand automatically laying on her belly. The heat of his digits seemed to always draw their child’s attention as within a moment she could feel a tiny fist pump into its daddy’s palm. The broad grin and chuckle that followed every time they connected made Jessie's heart swell.

But when he turned that smile in her direction, her heart didn’t just swell, it almost stopped. Every time it confirmed that he was all hers, and he had proven that every day since that moment by the pool. She could never describe the feeling that would cascade through her body when their eyes met, and in almost twenty-eight months it had not diminished in its intensity.

Leaning down he kissed her gently, his warm lips melting into hers for just a moment before he pulled back. “You want help getting ready? Everyone is downstairs. All but Joe and Dillon, they are still on their way.”

She growled at him as he scooped her up into his strong arms. “You know I can walk Hen. I can even dress myself.”

He chuckled at her protest. “Indulge me, love, I don’t want you overdoing anything, and if you want to come to see Mum and Dad, you will let me carry you about now.”

Even with her extra weight, he still walked as if she weighed but a feather. Knowing that none of her protests would be heard she resigned herself to being babied.

Jessie rested her head against Henry’s chest, his solid heartbeat was only interrupted as the sound of her boys laughing and teasing each other reached her ears. So much joy radiated from her house now. Their house. It was their home, and right now Joe had managed, with the help of Tom and Grandma, to decorate it for the season from ceiling to floor. The staircase was wrapped in a beautiful smelling string garland, lush and green with hints of baubles and holly. The fireplace echoed the look with the addition of their stockings, all hand made by Grandma. Aunt Bet’s Holiday Village Houses nestled in the garland along the shelf. But the grandest extravagance was the Christmas Tree Adam had found that stood with the star at the top almost grazing the ceiling. Joe, Tom, Adam, and Henry had outdone themselves following Grandma’s orders as to where each bauble, wooden, metal and ceramic ornament was to be placed.

Their house radiated Christmas, but it would be unlike last year when she had been busy in the kitchen, basting the roast turkey, turning the roasted vegetables, and shooing the boys away from the pies cooling on the countertop. Instead, Grandma and Tom were doing that task, and if the smells coming from that direction were anything to go by, they had everything under control. It smelled delicious.

Henry sat on the couch, keeping Jessie on his lap. “Don’t you need to help Hen? You can leave me here.”

Henry’s face softened, they had talked at length about how her inactivity affected her moods, along with the toll this child was taking on her body. Before he had a chance to answer a commotion of laughter, muffled grumbles and guffaws drew their attention to the hallway.

Dillon and Adam teetered into the living room buried under packages. Joe followed the duo with a pleased smirk on his face as he looks beyond and eyed Jessie.

“And there is the momma.” Joe strode past the men holding the gifts and instead of helping swept in for a hug.

“Joe, what have you done?” Jessie asked, shocked by the number of gifts. Henry silently chucked behind.

Without missing a beat Joe whispered, “Now I am the vet and bringing in the money he can’t say no.” His mischievous grin held for but a moment before an innocent one masked his features and he turned back to Dillon who had just finished laying the presents under the tree.

The presents below the tree now added to the final picture, and it took Jessie’s breath away. Never had she seen this place decorated so beautifully. Even last year it had been duller as Grandma continued to mourn the death of her husband. But now, something had bought life back to the old girl, and Jessie was sure it was the pending arrival of her and Henry’s little one.

Chuckling at the group, she felt Henry pull her back against his chest. His arms rested on their child and his hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Can you believe this? I have never seen anything like it.”

Snuggling in against him, she rested her head against his shoulder. “Get used to it Wolfy. I think this is going to become a tradition.” Joe’s voice startled them both before he laughed and stepped out of Henry’s reach.

Just as Henry moved in an attempt to attack the mischievous Joe, the slightly flustered face of Tom popped into view.

“Dinner is ready.” The now twenty-one-year-old said with a small smile. Adam barrelled forward, moving with purpose and almost made it past Tom before he was snagged by his arm.

“Slow puppy. Wait for everyone else.” At Tom’s word’s, Adam’s face flamed red, pouted and yet he slowed in his advance. Silently laughing, Jessie with the help of Henry, stood and together they walked into the dining room.

There laid out before them was a feast!

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My #1 post of 2022

The silver fox has returned @littlefreya @sillyrabbit81 @amberangel112

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Ohhh boy, just shows I didn’t write in 2022 :(

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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