#sy PLEASE shut the fuck up

[lilliankillthisman]

Holy SHIT boys will LITERALLY drive their BEST FRIEND to his DEATH with 1920s biopunk brand homophobia and then say THIS to the new person occupying his body

#it happens AGAIN I'd forgotten I'm going to throw up #sy PLEASE shut the fuck up #i genuinely wasn't expecting this and I've read it before #it's fucked #twig #twig web serial #twig spoilers

[ablednt]

System exclusies are so funny cause they're like "oh you crazy endos* live in an echo chamber" but then they're like you know who doesn't get enough attention? Hosts who fucking hate being in a system and want to be singlet you could say the system members trying to become singlet...are the real heroes. 🤧 anyway don't even breathe if you're a filthy endo* slut.

*endo not even referring to nontraumagenic systems but Literally Anyone they disagree with including those whose plurality is clinically recognized lol.

#sys///course tw #ask to tag #it's SO ahhabshdhdywuwuwjrhrhr #like oh my god shut up shut the fuck up please

[kxyera]

Nihil : “This is the most satanic ministry in history. We have ghouls from the deepest depths of hell, and they are absolutely terrifying.”

Swiss, in his room, volume 100: “CA-LI-FORNIA GIRLS, WE’RE UNFORGETTABLE!”

Dew, through the wall : “DAI-SY DUKES, PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK! UP!”

Nihil : “…Terrifying.”

#ghost bc #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #ghost crackfics #dewdrop ghoul #california girls #kxyera’s crackfics #papa nihil #crusty dusty nihil

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

At First Sight 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Plus!short!reader) Please mind the warnings.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Sy prods at your entrance. The resistance is dry and searing as he tries to push his tip inside you. He grunts and jerks his hips but only worses the burning pain. Your tears spill out over the brims of your eyes and you whimper, reaching back, fingertips brushing his stomach.

“Relax, sugar,” he bends over you, crushing your arm as his beet–stained breath stains your scalp. “Let me get you ready.”

He snakes his arm beneath you, finding your clit with his thick index, his rough skin scraping on your sensitive bud. You shudder, clench as his rigid dick presses against your still. He presses another finger to you and rubs, the hot friction radiating into you. 

“Please…” you beg through hiccups, “please, I’m drunk…”

“Sug, you feel that,” he growls as your core tingles, “you want this.”

You gulp as a knot lodges in your throat. You feel yourself slickening at his touch. But you don’t want this. Your head and chest are screaming no so why is your body reacting? Why can you feel that warmth seeping out in a cool slather.

He keeps his fingers flicking as his other hand crawls beneath your ass. He pumps himself as he once more lines his tip up with your entrance. He leans into you, stretching you around his tip as you let out a shrill cry of horror. He retracts only to do it again, pushing in just and inch before sliding out.

He continues the motion, dipping just inside in tandem with his fingers. You quiver as the terror, drunkenness, and pleasure mingles in a violent storm. He raises himself, keeping his hand between your legs as he lifts you with him.

You see your reflection and your breath hitches. Your face is distraught and streaked with tears, your eyes glazed with alcohol. His hand nestles along your pelvis, hiding your more intimate part from view as he toys with you. He pulls you flush to him as he thrusts, pushing further inside.

You howl and throw your head back against his chest as he curls himself around you. He makes you feel tiny and helpless. You’ve never felt like that before. 

He sinks in deeper and you clamp onto his thick forearm, feeling his hard muscle flexing as his fingers roll around your clit. His other hand grasps the bottom of your shirt, tugging it up over your chest as he snarls, puffing as he tilts his hips in tempo. He covers half your chest with his large hand, groping you as he presses you against the sink.

His breaths are punctuated by grunts as he fucks deeper and deeper into you. You whine and whimper, nearly wailing as your insides aches with every inch. Your eyes roll back as the agony underlines your drunkenness. You welcome the haziness nipping at your brain.

“Mm, sweet thing, don’t you go passing out on me,” he drags his hand from your chest and taps your cheek.

Your eyes snap open and he grips your jaw, pulling your head straight. He purrs and buries his nose in your hair.

“You see how I’m fucking you,” he growls as his pelvis claps against your ass. Each thrust thunders through you, rippling in your guts, tingling down your thighs. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Your soaking wet for it, sug.”

He holds your head up, all of you up, as you go limp. You can’t fight him anymore. You’re too tired, you’re confused, you’re nearly delirious. He fucks you, uses you, ramming harder and harder as his shallow panting picks up.

He pushes you down, sliding his hand free of your cunt and pins you against the sink. He plants his hand on your back and ruts furiously into you. You raise your hand to the tile to keep your head from hitting the ledge. Your toes bounce on the floor as he has you nearly off your feet.

Your stomach hurts from the crush of him against you. You murmur and squeeze your eyes shut. It will end soon. Right? Please.

🍯

Your consciousness goes spotty. The pain in your core never quite relents as flashes of reality glimmer around you. The muffled thumping of the club speakers underlines the scene of you sitting on the toilet, your pants stlll at your knees, your shirt above your bra. Your head lolls only for you to wake up on your feet.

An arm keeps you upright as your soles drag on the floor. The musky scent of sweat clings to you. Your head hangs down and your figure greets you blurrily, your jeans unbuttoned and your shirt crooked across your stomach. Bodies wriggles around you, apathetic and unaware of your muted horror.

Another black void consumes you and the night air brings you back again; the back seat of a car and the hum of an engine. Finally, the moon stamps in your vision before you surrender completely to the whiskey’s call.

The next you awake, sharp yellow light sears in your eyes. You stare at a ceiling that isn’t your own in a bed even less familiar. Your heart lurches as you lay and think, trying to remember… anything.

You hold your breath as you search the depths of your mind. Rhonda and Starla, the club, lights pulsing, music pumping… Loud snoring rumbles through you and the bed. You turn to look at the man next to you. You recognise him but it takes a moment to recall his name.

Sy.

How did you get here? The last you can summon, you were waiting by the bar for a drink with him. Then it’s all gone.

You exhale as your lip trembles. You look down at your body and nearly scream. The blanket clings to your chest and your legs stick out the bottom. You’re naked. Did you–

You sit up so suddenly a wave of dizziness has you keeling over your thighs. Your stomach churns and clap your hand to your mouth. Oh god, you’re going to puke. You turn, panic coursing up with a mouthful of vomit. The snoring ends in a harsh snort.

“Sug, where’re–” his voice gristles as he tickles your spine.

You lunge out of bed and search the room frantically. You run through the first door you see and clammer into the hallway. You fall nearly sideways through another doorway and barely get yourself over the porcelain bowl. You hurl into it, bracing the seat as you retch loudly.

What did you do!?

#captain syverson #dark captain syverson #dark!captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #drabble #at first sight #the club #au #series #sand castle

[sweetandgentlecreature]

Homeward Bound

Author’s Note: Hello, lovely readers! I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Amanda, and I’ve been a long-time fan and lurker of every iteration of the Cavill tag. As a southern(ish) small town native myself, I have quite the soft spot in my heart for our sweet military Captain. I absolutely adore all of the works and worlds we’ve created around a character that doesn’t even have a first name. It’s been a long time coming that I finally dust off the old chromebook and give it a crack as well. I hope you enjoy my first take on ole Sy.

The only warnings I have for you this time are for explicit language and implied mentions of smut, so please do not interact if you are under the age of eighteen. All mistakes are my own, gif credit goes to the owner. Otherwise, please don’t hesitate to reach out, share your thoughts, or just fangirl along with me. Thanks for stopping by!

“Shut the fuck up! Cowboy’s got an old lady?! Who’d wanna fuck that ogre?” 

Liquor flowed like the newly established running water in that small, nameless village they’d been exiled in for far too long. Two more weeks in this shithole and they’d be on the first redeye outta here. Sy could almost smell the fresh texan air, feel the warm breeze blowing in through the open window of his old pickup. Crickets chirped behind his closed eyelids, fireflies danced in the treeline behind the house. The steady creaking of that old porch swing made his heart hurt as he thought about her bare feet urging it to rock back and forth, back and forth. For a moment, he could taste the sweet tea in his favorite mason jar, fresh brewed and ice cold as it clung to his mustache in sticky, damp droplets. He licked his dry lips and shook his head, chuckling softly under his breath as he eavesdropped on the conversation as it unfolded in the next room.

“Have you lost your mind, Private? Do you want him to put your ass on latrine duty for the rest of our stay? He catches wind of you talkin’ shit about his woman, and they’ll be shipping us all back in pine boxes.” Cole scoffed and shook his head. They’d spent nearly a year out here busting their asses to get the water flowing again and he wouldn’t let the actions of one drunk jackass get him in trouble with the boss. He took a heavy pull from the amber bottle in his hands and sighed. “For the record…even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then.” His comment sent the rest of the platoon howling with laughter. Sy simply smirked. He got that one from me. 

Cracking open the old metal tin with his name spray painted across the top, Syverson took out the stack of letters he’d accumulated over the last several months he’d spent away from home. “One last time, darlin’” he promised her. “Then I’m all yers. Ye’ll be sick’a me. Beg me ta’ get outta yer hair.”  

In truth, the thought of returning to civilian life scared him a bit. He enlisted the moment he could on the day he turned eighteen. Signed his life away, threw himself to the wolves, and got married to the job. Two decades later, he wasn’t sure he’d be any good at keeping a normal schedule. Johnny at the sawmill promised he’d hold a place for him when he got back, but spitting sawdust day in and day out somehow seemed worse than dodging bullets. His last tour was shorter than this one was. He’d barely been home long enough to shit, shower, and shave before word came down the line that he’d be shipping out again. The look on her face when he sat her down for dinner that night to break the news…he’ll never forget it.

Sy brushed a thumb over the stack of neatly folded letters in his hand. He’d read and reread them a million times while he waited for a new one to come in. Phone calls weren’t guaranteed out here. Even the satellite phone struggled to hold a connection. Conversations over noisy interference were brief. “How ya doin’, baby? How’s yer mom an’ them?” “Has the screen door been given’ ya fits again? It’s first on my list” “Alright, darlin’, I best be goin’. Keep sayin’ yer prayers fer us. Good girl. I love ya, sugar.” Nervous energy churned in his gut as he thought about laying eyes on her again. He wondered how long her hair had gotten. She knew he liked it long. Long enough to wrap around his fist and pull her back into him as he… Fuck. He couldn’t think about that right now. Two more weeks. Two more weeks and he’d be home. Home for good.

—

Life bustled around him as heavy, dusty boots thudded dully across the floor of the Houston airport. Men in suits talked into cell phones and toted briefcases as they brushed past him to get their luggage. Kids headed off to their fall semesters embraced their parents one last time before heading to the gate. Sy moved with a smooth, calculated accuracy to dodge the crowd as his eyes scanned faces for a familiar one. His heart thudded hard in his chest, the rush of his pulse flooding his ears over the sound of muffled last calls over the loudspeaker above.

Syverson wasn’t one to worry too much, but when he couldn’t find her right away, a voice in his head scolded him. “Ya must’a told her the wrong day, ya dumb motherfucker. Now what’re ya gonna do? Ain’t got no cash ta pay for a cab. Hitchhike? Flash a tit for a ride back ta’ town?” But then, he heard it. Clear as day, loud enough to rid the thoughts from his mind and send goosebumps skittering up and down his tanned forearms.

“Clayton.” 

Sy stopped suddenly, nearly bumped into the couple who walked behind him, and turned on his heels. He mumbled a half-assed apology to the disgruntled folks he plowed into as he brushed by them. The man was on a mission. Ditching the old green duffel bag at his feet, he threw open his arms as she met him half way and threw herself against his chest. 

He was an impenetrable wall, the force nearly knocking the wind from her lungs as she crashed into him. Tears brimmed in her eyes, wide and wild, the color of sea glass, gleaming in the fluorescent lights above as she searched his face. The lines at the corner of his eyes were deeper, a new scar graced his left temple and was already a soft shade of pink as it faded. A soft, satisfied smile spread across her freckled cheeks as she smoothed a hand over the center of his chest, letting it fall to rest over his heart. The steady thump of each beat against her palm gave her a sense of peace. He was whole; he was home.

“You’re late,” she chuckled, fisting his clean, pressed t-shirt and tugging him down for a quick kiss. Sy grasped her tightly, a rough hand coming up to hold the back of her head to keep her still. His eyes were alight with a silent warning as he held her close. Nuh uh, lil girl. Yer not goin’ anywhere.

“Nah, baby,” he breathed out, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he brought them down to meet hers once more. “I’m right on time.”

—

“What’s this I hear about us getting a dog?” Sy had his arm slung over her shoulder as they walked out of the sliding double doors. He toted the duffel higher, up over his other shoulder as they paused at the curb and let traffic pass by. 

“She’s in quarantine right now. Once she’s cleared, we can pick ‘er up in a couple of weeks. Ye’ll love her, scout’s honor.”

Her laugh was music to his ears, as she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. “Of course. You just can’t quit picking up strays, can you, big guy?” They crossed the path and headed out to the parking lot to find the beat up old Chevy that awaited them. The thought of her having to scoot the bench seat all the way up to peer over the steering wheel made him grin. 

“Hey, I picked you up. Look at us now.” That earned him a swat across the chest as she broke away to unlock the driver’s side door. Boy, was she a sight for sore eyes. This. The whitty back and forth. This is what he missed the most.

“Oh, shut up, asshole. You were drunk. I had to drive us back to your place, remember?” Sy stopped her before she could get the door open. He dumped his bag into the bed of the truck and backed her up against the side of it, reaching out to brush her hair over her shoulder. 

“Let’s make a pitstop on the way home, alright? It’ll be quick.” 

Her face burned bright red, and she giggled nervously as her eyes darted around them, worried that they might catch the attention of some nosy onlookers if she’d heard him right. “Clay…we haven’t even made it out of the parking lot yet. Let’s just go home and–” He let out an amused snort as he shook his head. Devil woman.

“Nah, baby…not like that.” He slipped his hand into the back pocket of her jeans to draw her in close as he met her gaze. His voice was soft and sure. His mama was right. She’d been waiting on him long enough. 

“I was thinkin’ somethin’ a little more…clerical. We’ve got some business ta’ attend to. At the courthouse.” Sy squeezed a handful of her backside, just enough to earn a little yip of surprise from her parted lips. “Gotta change yer last name.”

#captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #syverson fluff #syverson smut #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #fic rec

[xlxvesxckx]

Give you what you want. (Jotaro Kujo)

Sy: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased Jotaro...or maybe you should have.

Rating: 18+ (MDNI THIS IS PURE FILTH)

Word count: .6k words

Warns: Dom! Jotaro, Sub! Reader, Dirty Talk, rough sext, unprotected sex (please wrap ya willies kiddos), pet names, degradation, hairpulling, mirror sex.

a/n: I PROMISE I CAN WRITE FOR OTHER CHARACTERS BUT JOTARO JUST HAS HAD ME IN A CHOKE HOLD-

(Also this is a repost from my old blog.)

Heres My Kofi if you wanna support me!

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“I’m going to fucking ruin you..”

Maybe teasing your boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks was not the best option.

You had been busy with college, and with the both of you deciding to pursue your own careers, the time that you spent together was slim to none. 

So the two of you planned a nice little outing between the two of you, going to the beach and enjoying each others company.

But of course you had other plans…

Your boyfriend, Jotaro Kujo, was a walking masterpiece. He looked like if he was sculpted by the damned greek gods themselves.

He was attractive, stoic and cool, a total bad boy when the two of you were in highschool. Surprisingly he found as much as an interest in you that you had in him.

Who wouldn’t want to tease him until he snapped and treated you like the little slut that you truly were.

“Who told you to look away from the fucking mirror?” 

You cried out as Jotaro forced your head back so you could stare into the body length mirror that was in front of you.

His hips had set a brutal pace from the start and he was not letting up. He smirked as he watched your face morph and contort in pleasure.

“Look at how pathetic you fucking look baby..falling apart on my cock so easily..”

If Jotaro knew one thing very well, it was the fact that he knew his words were enough to set your body ablaze. 

Jotaro was normally a quiet male, not much to leave him unless if was necessary. 

But when you got in bed?

It was like a switch flipped and nothing but filth left his mouth.

"Such a good little slut for my cock...a mindless little cock sleeve.."

"Look at you...falling apart like I don't fuck you so good each time.."

"...you'll never be able to fuck someone ever again without thinking of my fat cock...this pussy was made for me..."

Jotaro lets out a soft groan before he pushes your head into the plush mattress, making your hips raise up and your back to go into an unholy arch.

The whole image made Jotaro smirk as he had you wrapped around his finger. He switched his pace from the hard punishing one to something slower yet hard.

“I could watch you get like this forever…I used to think you were an innocent little thing..” 

He would punctuate his words by entangling one of his large hands into your hair and pulled,

“You’re just my mindless little slut? You were begging to be fucked my fat cock but look at you, can’t even get a few words out.”

You whined out at his words, your voice nearly gone as Jotaro had you here for nearly 30 minutes. When he said he was going to punish you for being a little brat down at the beach he meant it.

“F..fuck Jotaro..” You managed to get out only to earn a chuckle from the male as his hips suddenly picked up pace, his grip on your hips tightening enough that you knew for certain that was going to leave a bruise.

“Hmm?...What is it my little slut..? You’re getting close?”

You nodded as you felt tears pricking at your eyes, it would be your 3rd orgasm of the night and Jotaro only seemed to be a fucking tease about it though.

He slowed his pace up only to earn a frustrated whine from you to which he shushed. 

“Ah..ah. Remember you told me to use you as i pleased…or did you forget you fucking brat..”

You yelped as Jotaro flipped you over onto your back, his toned, sweaty body on display for you and a shit eating smirk on his face.

“I’m just giving you what you want…”

He then places your legs up on his shoulders as he realigned himself with your entrance before slamming back in.

“Now shut up and take what I fucking give you slut..”

#jjba x reader #jjba smut #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo smut #jotaro x reader smut #jjba x reader smut #jjba fanfic #jjba jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #lxve's writings ^~^

[deandoesthingstome]

Wake Up Call

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: mild feelings of despair, comforting Sy, gentleman Sy, Sy’s liberal use of ‘baby’ and ‘sugar’ (but is that even a warning anymore? don’t we just expect it?), more smut,  oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, cowgirl, missionary, doggy style, generous lube use (it’s a plot point, but IYKYK). Please let me know if I missed anything for you.

A/N: I couldn’t get dog trainer!Sy out of my head, so I moved you in with him and got straight to the sex. Ginger still has some behavior issues. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle, but I do own these words, so please do not copy or repost as your own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are amazing.

You shut the door hard and sink to the floor as soon as you wrangle Ginger inside the house. Aika pads in from her spot in the living room and gives a quick hello sniff to G then turns her attention to you.

Her gentle nudges and G’s face licks and wiggly butt can't stem the hot tears of frustration beginning to stream down your face as you replay the scene over and over.

"That dog needs to be put down," the old lady hissed as she passed you on the path.

She'd stared straight at Ginger as you were trying to put her in place, but you couldn't collect your dog's attention before the woman made direct eye contact with her. Ginger went a little nuts, but you held fast to her lead, trying to back away slowly with a firm pull, no tugging or yanking. Just like Sy taught you.

"Sugar, back so soon?" Sy calls from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ... baby, what happened?"

Sy drops to his knees on the ground next to you, touching your shoulder gently. You know what he's looking for as you feel his eyes sweep over you, even with your head hanging low.

"I'm fine. Nothing's broken," you sniff. "Just some mean old lady on the path."

"Someone say sumthin'?"

"She said I need to put Ginger down just 'cuz she growled at her. Didn't even lunge, Sy. I was so proud of her for a hot second but I didn't grab her attention fast enough and then the lady.."

"Fuck. That's Betty. She's a real piece a work. Dontchu listen to a thing she says. Woman's got a real hard-on for anything bigger’n a teacup." Sy unhooks G from her lead and gives her a good pat. "She don't even like Aika. Can you believe that?"

Sy sends Aika off and turns to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you close.

"Come on, don't even spend another thought on it. You're doing great with Ginger. And there's probably gonna be some bad days. Happens to the best of 'em."

"Not Aika," you sniff again. "She's the perfect dog. Never goes nuts in public..."

Sy interrupts your self-pity party. "Baby, no need to compare. Ginger is her own dog. And she's got a different history you're trying to overcome."

"But.."

"No buts. 'Cept maybe this one," he smirks as he slides his hand down your back and under your seat, giving it a soft squeeze. "Now come on. We got one night before your trip and I made your favorite meal. Lemme wine and dine you outta this funk."

You lean closer to him, if that's even possible, amazed at the way this gruff, scruffy man can say the softest things to ease your troubled mind. He never makes you feel a fool for the way you handle your shit, especially with Ginger. He just waits for you to ask for help unless he sees a danger, and even then he's so respectful as he passes on advice. He never tells you what to do.

"I need a shower. Do I have time?"

"Can you make it a quick one? I think the timer's gonna go off in about 10."

You nod and let him help you up, relaxing into the bear hug he pulls you into. He kisses the top of your head, then gives your ass another squeeze and a pat.

"Now git. And put on something comfy," he smiles as you head down the hall.

You’re dressed and at the table in 15, foregoing a hair wash in favor of picking out something a little less comfortable. It is your last night with Sy for a bit, after all. The quick, steamy shower helped release the last bit of tension left after Sy calmed you down, and now you really want to make the most of the evening.

“Woman, did you just want to skip dinner altogether?” Sy exclaims, as you set yourself down at the table, meal already served on the plate in your space.

“What? Does this not meet the dress code for this restaurant?” you smirk back at him, smoothing your hands over the lacy camisole set you picked out. “You certainly seem a little overdressed.”

Sy scoots out his chair, stands, and tosses his napkin on the table. “That’s it. I’m sure glad to see you’re feeling good already. Let’s see how much better I can make it.”

You squeal as he scoops you out of your chair, tosses you over his shoulder, and heads down the hall. “What, no wine?”

“Later!” he promises, spanking your ass for good measure.

He treats you real nice in bed, though. Mouth on your pussy, just like he likes to start. Makes sure you're screaming his name before he lets you have any fun of your own with him. When you come down, you urge him on his back so you can sink down onto his hard, thick cock and ride him into another round of oblivion.

“You been practicing or something? Keeping in control while I’m up here just losing my damn mind?” you sigh, as you drape yourself over his chest and let him caress your back while you keep him warm and hard inside you.

“Just wanna be sure I can make tonight last, baby. Always love to see how many times I can getcha anyway,” he growls into your ear in a way that makes it easy for you to imagine it won’t take much longer for him to make good on that promise. “You ready for another?”

He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he flips you on your back, slipping out for just a moment so he can add a little lube and then repositioning to get the right angle. You sigh and moan into his ear while he slow-strokes you into another blinding explosion.

“Damn, sugar. I ain’t lasting much longer after that one.”

“Then don’t. C’mon, Sy. Lemme make you feel good too .”

You press his chest off you and urge him to roll over on his back while you prop yourself up on your side and take hold of his cock, slick with lube and your own juice. You pump him slowly a few times, watching with pleasure as he groans at the tease.

“Baby, you better do something more’n that or I’m gonna flip you over again and take care of this myself.”

You kiss him deep and hard to shut him up, dragging your thumb over his slit and pressing the edge of your forefinger into his sensitive spot, just below the head. He groans into your mouth again and before he can say another word you release his lips and bend over, taking him deep down your throat.

He mutters a “fuck” as he reaches to pull your hair out of the way so he can see you bob up and down, tongue dragging up and down his shaft. He lasts all of two minutes with you glancing sideways at him, catching his eyes and making sure he knows how much you love doing this for him, too. Then he pulls you off, tosses you back to position, rolls over, and slips back in, dragging his cock in and out with a reckless abandon.

When he’s done, he cleans you both off, and asks if you finally worked up your appetite. You are loath to leave the bed, but you are starving so you grab his t-shirt from the floor before he can. You slide it over your head, inhaling his scent as you head back to the dining room.

Sy follows close behind in just his boxer briefs and grabs the plates from the table to pop in the microwave.

You skip the wine though, knowing you have to be up early for your flight and not wanting to risk a hangover along with being sex-drunk. Sy sends you off to bed while he finishes stowing the leftovers and cleaning up the kitchen before he joins you. You sleep, but not well, too nervous about your upcoming trip.

You're awake for several minutes before you feel him skim his fingers over your bare skin, tracing the curve of your hip, up your ribs, under your breast. He cups the weight with a little pressure as he catches the nipple between forefinger and thumb.

"I know you're awake," he sighs into your ear, teasing the nub hard as he scoots his hips closer against you. "I got something for those nerves."

You let out a small scoff as your body responds without a thought, back arching and ass pressing into him.

"I need to sleep. It's a long travel day tomorrow," you whisper, even as you twist your arm back to catch his head and hold him close, feeling his lips and soft scruff trace along your neck.

"C'mon baby. Lemme have you one more time before you go." He scoots back a bit, making room to gently pull your shoulder and lay you down flat before sliding his hand down your belly and cupping your mound.

A small gasp betrays you as he presses a finger along the crease, searching for the moisture he knows he's provoked. He finds it and teases out more, circling your clit before dipping a finger deep.

"Sy..." you start to protest without a hint of resolve.

"You'll be gone a week. Lemme leave you satisfied."

"You did that last night. Quite a few times as I recall," you smirk even while lifting a leg to drape over his as you turn again towards him.

"Extra credit then."

You hear the smile in his voice, the one paired with the wink you can never resist, but a dull ache threatens to derail you.

"I don't think we used quite enough lube that last time," you admit with another whisper, this one against his lips before you lick into his mouth and search out his tongue.

"Mmm... I gotchu baby. Lemme just..." he presses you back, peeling your leg from his hip, then scoots down and over, working his shoulders between your thighs and forcing a bend to your knees. "Yeah, this'll work."

You trace the stubble on his head as he settles in, catching your pearl with his lips before letting his tongue drag through your folds.

"God, Sy..." you moan.

"Gonna make you feel so good, baby."

"Mmm, you always do," you end with a deep sigh as he sinks two fingers in beside his tongue. You let your knees fall open wider and undulate your hips slowly, meeting the languid pace he's set as he nibbles and licks and pumps in and out of you.

"More, please," you beg, already so worked up.

"Yeah, I gotchu baby. Knew you needed a little something more to keep you warm while you're away." His voice is seductive while his fingers keep stroking, searching and finding the most sensitive parts inside you.

"Love it when you do this," you reply, pulling him close again and making sure his lips latch on before you let go and grab the sheets.

He takes his time, knows exactly when to back off so you don't come too fast. He wants to make this last and give you a proper send off but you beg him to go faster, grinding your core up into his face.

He presses your hips back down, and with a soft chuckle, asks "You sure you don't want me inside you, sugar?"

You give in, then, pulling at his shoulders and searching for his mouth as he climbs up over you, arms braced on either side of your head. You feel the wet tickle of his beard and taste yourself on his tongue, wrapping your arms and legs around him, the heat from your pussy seeking him out.

"Yeah, I thought so," he growls into your ear. "Hold up, hold up."

He presses himself back to his knees, easily breaking your hold and reaches over to the nightstand. You hear a top pop and then a squeeze. You brace for the cool liquid, but he takes a few more seconds and when it hits, you realize he warmed it up between his fingers and you sigh again at this thoughtful, sexy beast of man who is now wrapping his lubed and slicked up hand around his cock, sliding slowly inside you before easing his chest back down against you.

"Feel good, baby? Need me to fuck you nice and slow for a bit?"

"Sy, I swear to god, if you don't start fucking me like you mean it, I ain't coming back after this trip," you tease, grabbing his ass and trying to work the piston into his hips.

He laughs and ignores you for a minute, taking his time, grinding low and slow as he captures your lips to shut you up now. His mouth is hungry against yours, tongues tangling and mapping out space before he pulls back, pulling gently on your lower lip to release a groan from you.

"Don't make idle threats, sugar. You know you couldn't quit me if you tried," he teases. 

You wrap a leg around his hip again, no pressure, just making space for him to dig deeper while you hold his neck and kiss him back hard.

When you can't stand it anymore, you beg again.

"Sy, please."

"Whatchu want, baby, hmmm? Tell me."

"Fuck me, Sy. Please."

"Ain't that what I'm doing, sugar?"

You can hear the mischief in his voice. He knows exactly what you want right now but he wants you to tell him.

You press his chest back and scoot out from underneath him, flipping over and raising up on hands and knees.

"Fuck me, Sy. Don't hold back," you demand over your shoulder.

"Yes ma'am," he replies, like the gentleman he is. One more squeeze of lube, just to make sure he doesn't do any more damage than you're asking for, and you feel his hands on your hips dragging you back against him as he slams his cock into you full force.

He sets a grueling pace at the outset of this favorite position, knowing he'll pour a thousand tiny explosions into you before he gives you both that final shove over the deep end.

You collapse as he pulls out and drops beside you. Normally, he'd be up grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up, but he snuggles close and sighs heavily into your neck.

"Gonna miss you, baby."

"Me too," you turn to press your lips against his. "Me too, Sy. But I'll be back before you know it."

The wake up call is a bitch.

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[m00nlightgaze]

Give you what you want. (Jotaro Kujo.)

☆Sy: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased your boyfriend...or maybe you should have.

☆18+ this is not safe for work material

☆Dom! Jotaro, Sub!Reader, Unprotected sex,semi rough sex, mirror sex, hair pulling, degradation, slight manhandled.

☆ a/n: my bestie is watching Jojo so I'm rewatching it with her and my love for this man has been reborn. So take this.

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Maybe teasing your boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks was not the best option.

You had been busy with college, and with the both of you deciding to pursue your own careers, the time that you spent together was slim to none.

So the two of you planned a nice little outing between the two of you, going to the beach and enjoying each others company.

But of course you had other plans…

Your boyfriend, Jotaro Kujo, was a walking masterpiece. He looked like if he was sculpted by the damned greek gods themselves. He was attractive, stoic and cool, a total bad boy when the two of you were in highschool. Surprisingly he found as much as an interest in you that you had in him.

Who wouldn’t want to tease him until he snapped and treated you like the little slut that you truly were.

“Who told you to look away from the fucking mirror?”

You cried out as Jotaro forced your head back so you could stare into the body length mirror that was in front of you. His hips had set a brutal pace from the start and he was not letting up. He smirked as he watched your face morph and contort in pleasure.

“Look at how pathetic you fucking look baby..falling apart on my cock so easily..”

If Jotaro knew one thing very well, it was the fact that he knew his words were enough to set your body ablaze.

Jotaro was normally a quiet male, not much to leave him unless if was necessary.

But when you got in bed?

It was like a switch flipped and nothing but filth left his mouth.

“Such a needy little thing.. taking this fucking cock..”

“This is my fucking pussy…mine. Alllll fucking mine..”

Jotaro lets out a soft groan before he pushes your head into the plush mattress, making your hips raise up and your back to go into an unholy arch. The whole image made Jotaro smirk as he had you wrapped around his finger. He switched his pace from the hard punishing one to something slower yet hard.

“I could watch you get like this forever…I used to think you were an innocent little thing..”

He would punctuate his words by entangling one of his large hands into your hair and pulled,

“You’re just my mindless little slut? You were begging to be fucked my fat cock but look at you, can’t even get a few words out.”

You whined out at his words, your voice nearly gone as Jotaro had you here for nearly 30 minutes. When he said he was going to punish you for being a little brat down at the beach he meant it.

“F..fuck Jotaro..” You managed to get out only to earn a chuckle from the male as his hips suddenly picked up pace, his grip on your hips tightening enough that you knew for certain that was going to leave a bruise. “Hmm?...What is it my little slut..? You’re getting close?”

You nodded as you felt tears pricking at your eyes, it would be your 3rd orgasm of the night and Jotaro only seemed to be a fucking tease about it though.

He slowed his pace up only to earn a frustrated whine from you to which he shushed.

“Ah..ah. Remember you told me to use you as i pleased…or did you forget you fucking brat..”

You yelped as Jotaro flipped you over onto your back, his toned, sweaty body on display for you and a shit eating smirk on his face.

“I’m just giving you what you want…”

He then places your legs up on his shoulders as he realigned himself with your entrance before slamming back in.

“Now shut up and take what I fucking give you slut..”

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[starfirewildheart]

Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 7

Summary: After care from their previous activities. Introducing someone new to the story.

Warnings: sex, no one under 18!

Words: 2,845

Sy sat Deb down on the bathroom counter as he turned on the water and plugged the tub. Reaching in the linen closet he pulled out a box of bath salts sprinkling some of the fresh smelling crystals in the water then getting a cloth and some towels ready. When the tub is full he shut off the water then turned back to Deb helping her out of the shirt. He lifted her into his arms and carried her over, lowering her into the hot water. 

“Mmmm,” She sighed contentedly.  The hot water felt wonderful on her sore body. Watching as he undressed she scooted forward so he could lower himself in behind her. When they were building the house they searched for a garden tub big enough to fit them both comfortably and then some. She teased Sy that it was almost like an indoor hot tub instead of a bathtub but she was so grateful that he'd won that battle because this was bliss. She shifted so that she was on her hip more and curled against his chest as he softly ran his hands over her body, happily sighing when he switched the jets on. 

Sy chuckled, “you look like you're gonna purr sugar.”

“I feel like I'm floating on fluffy clouds, even my brain.”

“Endorphins and subspace,” he pressed a kiss to her head.

“Had Endorphins lots but never felt this…. Floaty.” She was having a hard time finding words. Well other than safe, happy, loved and well fucked.

Sy loved the fact that she was so pliable and relaxed. He easily maneuvered her so that her head was resting back over his arm as he took a cup and wet her hair. He spent a good amount of time massaging her scalp before rinsing and conditioning. Once he was satisfied with her hair he sat her up, soaped up a cloth and washed her until she was squeaky clean, all but one spot. He shut the jets off then turned her so that her back was resting against the other end of the tub. She was still floating in her bliss which he was grateful for because she wasn't putting up a fight. He bent her knees up and pressed them open before gently cleaning her folds. 

Debbie was jerked from her happy place as pain throbbed in her core causing her to jerk and slam her knees together with a splash. “Noooo sore! Please,” She pouted and pushed at his hand.

“I know sugar but I need to check you and make sure there are no injuries because you are pretty swollen.  Now open up,” he tapped her knees.

“No,” She shook her head.

Sy arched his brow. “This isn't something you're gonna win, little girl. I can check you or take you to a doctor to check you right now. We don't play like we did today without me being able to make sure you're ok.” She didn't move so he stood and pulled her to her feet, stepping out of the tub. 

“Sy, no! Please, I'm sorry. You can check!” She was shifting foot to foot in a little dance like a child.

He lets her stress for a moment before nodding. “On the bed, on your back, knees up and open.” He grins when she shuffles off with a towel. He empties the tub and straightens things before going to the bedroom where he finds her exactly how he ordered. His cock twitched and he had to start going over battle plans in his headvbecause he knew sex wasn't happening again right now. He was careful as he checked her, taking some time to just rub soothing circles against her walls. Satisfied nothing was torn he pressed a kiss to her mound before going to wash his hands. When he came back he tugged one of his t-shirts on her. “Couch Or bed, sugar?”

“Couch?” She squealed and laughed as he lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing and carried her to the den. He sat her on her feet before spreading fleece throw over the cushions and depositing her on it. She held her arms out to him. “Snuggle bunnies?”

“All the snuggles you can stand as soon as I get back.” Her pout tugged at his heart. “I know baby but I need to get blue back to the barn and get her saddle off then go get us some food. When I get back we will eat and watch movies and have all the snuggles.”

She was still pouting. She knew he had to take care of blue but still didn't want him to leave. “I'll go too.”

“You can,” he nodded, “but, the only thing you will only be wearing is that shirt darlin’.”

Her eyes widened and she carefully weighed her options. “Fine.”

To say he looked like a wolf in the hen house was putting it mildly. He quickly pulled some clothes on then shoved his wallet in his pants and grabbed his keys before heading back to the den and tossing her over his shoulder.

“Sy!” She yelped then tried to cover her bare ass as he was swatting it. She heard him unlock the truck door before she was deposited into the driver's seat.

He handed her the keys. “Drive up to the barn. I'm gonna ride blue and put her up.” He gave her a kiss.

When he was finished taking care of blue he washed his hands in the bathroom of the stables and headed out to the truck. What he saw when he opened the door made is dick rock hard and took his breath away. “Fuck, sugar,” he gasped unable to take his eyes off of her as he got in and shut the door. 

She had her back pressed against the passenger door, her left foot up in the seat and the right in the floor fully exposing her to his hungry gaze. She saw the bulge in his jeans twitch and grinned. “Food?” She asked innocently.

“You are evil, woman.” He drove down their long drive and out onto the road glancing toward her frequently. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she crawled across the bench seat and unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

“Eyes on the road cowboy,” She purred before pulling him out and stroking him.  

Sy hissed out a shaky breath as she rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head. “Fuck darlin.” 

Once she was sure he could focus on the road and not wreck them she lowered her mouth and sucked him for all she was worth jerking forward when he reached over her back and fingered her folds. She quickly pulled off with a hiss. “Uh-uh, no touch, just feel, and drive,” she scolded him.

He grinned, proud of himself for her day of pleasure knowing she wouldn't be forgetting it anytime soon. Sy moaned as she went back down on him and he placed his hand on the back of her head fisting her hair to keep himself from touching her elsewhere. It didn't take long before he could feel his balls start to tighten and he came with a loud grunt swerving a bit as his orgasm rocketed through him. “Jesus, sugar that was fucking incredible,” he praised, breathlessly.  

She licked him clean, preening at his praise but had a wicked thought and sucked him back down again working him with her tongue and suction. His muscles flexed and his thighs clenched as she overstimulated him.

“Sugar, that…that's,” he grunted, trying not to jerk away and wreck them or worse, cut himself on her teeth. He fisted her hair tighter and pulled her off his cock and when she sucked harder on the tip before he broke free with a loud pop he realized she knew exactly what she was doing. “You little minx,” he still held her by the hair giving her a look between mad and impressed.

Licking her lips she gave him her best innocent look. “What? Did I do something bad?”

If he could have gotten hard again he would have. As it was his cock gave a valiant twitch of effort. He had unlocked something in her that he wanted to explore more and more of. He was pulled from that wonderful thought by the sound of a siren chirping behind them. 

“Fuck!” They both snapped at the same time. He let go of her hair and she quickly sat down next to him in the seat. She tugged at the t-shirt that barely covered her and whined smacking Sy's shoulder when he laughed. “This is your fault you ass!”

He pulled the truck over to the side of the road. “How is it my fault? You chose to come with me. You knew all you would be wearing.” He was trying not to laugh. It was rare to see her so out of sorts. 

“Because you fucked me until my brain broke!” She growled.

Sy let his window down just as the cop walked up to the door. “Officer,” he nodded a hello.

“Drivers license and insurance please?” He arched his brow when he saw the disheveled woman next to the driver. He noted how little she was wearing and how red her face was. “Are you alright ma'am?”

“Yes, sir.” She was pretty sure she was going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment but yea she was just fuckin peachy officer. 

The officer took Sy's information then looked back to Deb. “Do you have any I.D. on you ma’am?”

She was almost positive that she saw the cop smirk but she knew Sy did because he still was. Glaring at her boyfriend before responding to the officer. “No sir, I don’t.“

“I think you should take her out and search her, officer. No telling what she could be hiding,” Sy suggested. He almost felt bad when her mouth dropped open and she looked ready to bolt.

The officer reached into the cab of the truck with his nightstick and poked at the hem of the shirt causing it to slip a bit higher and she slammed her hand down to keep her bits covered. “No! I don't have anything! Where would it possibly be?”

Sy arched his brow at her, “darlin you know the answer to that.” Hell they'd seen it enough in the desert. 

“I would never Austin Syverson!”

The cop and Sy finally couldn't hold back any longer and started laughing and fist bumped. “What are you doing here?” Sy asked him.

“Moved back here a few months ago. "

“Wait, you know each other?” Debbie asked. 

 “We grew up together,” Sy told her. “This is Walter Marshall. Walter, this is Debbie Calloway. “

She visibly relaxes a bit then halls off and punches Sy in the arm. “You jerk!”

He and Walter both laughed. Sy put his arm around her shoulders. “I'm sorry sugar, I couldn't resist when I saw it was Walt.”

She has that vein in her forehead that throbs when she's mad, just like you.” Debbie turned her eyes to Walter and he winced at the look she gave him and he quickly turned his gaze back to Sy. “If you survive tonight give me a call. I am working on a case and I could use your help with something.”

“You got it. Good to see you again brother,” Sy smiled as they fist bumped. 

“Next time, don't swerve when you grab her by the hair,” Walter yelled as he walked back to his car. 

Debbie sighed and buried her face in her hands.

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Sy sighed as he watched his stubborn woman sit on the opposite end of the couch with her back to him, knees pulled to her chest. “Sugar, I apologized and I know you're adorable when you pout but you need to eat.”

“No,” She muttered under her breath knowing he hated that. 

Sy walked to her, lifted her into his arms then set back down with her in his lap. She started to move but he pinned her knees to his side and swatted her ass. “Stop.” 

She reached back and grabbed his hand. “Ow!”

“Listen I think you are into this dynamic as much as I am but I need to know that for sure before we do anything else,” Sy explained. 

Deb pulled his hand away from her backside and into her lap toying with his fingers. “I..I don't know what the dynamic means exactly.“

Sy nodded. “It means I'm the dominant and you submit to me.”

“In everything? Like work or deciding on horses and stuff cause you know I'm a take charge person and stuff and I don't know if I could..”

“There will be times, like work and saving the horses, where it wouldn't be as strict as it will be when it comes to taking care of yourself or putting yourself in danger needlessly.” 

“I know you would never force me to do anything I didn't want to but what if we try something and I want to stop?”

“Then you say stop or I don't like it. Being your dominant isn't about forcing things on you, it's about taking care of you, sugar. Like now, when I know how much energy we've used all day and that you haven't eaten all day. You're going to make yourself sick if you don't eat so I'm going to make sure you do.”

“You always take care of me like that.” Sy smiles at her knowingly. “So it's really always been like that anyway,” She realized. “But I take care of you too,” She pointed out though she realized it wasn't in the same dominant way as Sy. She was always less commanding other than with her soldiers. 

“You're just getting comfortable enough in day to day life to let go, sugar and it's likely because it took me so long to recover. You didn't feel safe letting your guard down until now.”

She chewed on her lip. “What would you have done if that wasn't your friend Walter today?”

“He would never have gotten his nightstick in the window darlin nor would I have allowed him to look that long. You are mine. Only mine, got it? Someone else may get a glimpse but no one else will EVER touch.”

She laid her head on his shoulder snuggling close as she thought about things. “Ok, I want to.” Her voice was soft but confident. 

He lifted her chin and kissed her. “I love ya, sugar.” After a few moments of kissing and relaxing her he stood and brought their food to the coffee table and started a movie before cuddling back in.

After a bit Deb leaned back and patted her belly making Sy chuckle. She poked at her tummy, “pizza belly.”

Sy shook his head, “you've had one slice, sugar. There is more of my cum in there than food,” he handed her another slice. 

She snorted, “even my abs are sore because of you.”

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After Deb fell asleep in his lap Sy grabbed his phone and called the number Walter had given him earlier. 

“Marshall.”

“I survived,” Sy laughed.

“I'm shocked. I was sure you were a goner,” Walter teased. 

“If she ever wanted to off me she's one of the few people that probably could. Lucky for me she loves me,” he rumbled as he rubbed his thumb over her inner thigh. “Is Fay with you?”

Walter glanced at his daughter's picture on his desk. Damn he missed her. “Summers and Christmas for now. Hoping she will want to stay once she comes down. She will be finished with school for the year in a few weeks.”

“Bring her by the farm and we'll get her on a horse.” 

“I'm sure she would love that. Thanks.” He paused for a moment. “You did recon when you were in the army right?”

“Recon was part of our objective, yeah.”

“Do you know how to get audio from a distance and pinpoint a single person's movement?” Marshall asked.

Deb slowly blinked awake at the sound of Sy's voice. She was laying over his lap and his hand was resting possessively on the back of her thigh. His thumb was barely grazing the soft skin of her folds.

Sy felt it when Deb woke from her nap and continued rubbing the skin around her thigh while he talked to walter. “What's going on Walt?” 

“I want to bring you in on a case. Need to meet In person to go over details.”

“You should bring Deb in too. Recon, arms and tech are her specialties.”

“If she's willing, that would be wonderful,” Marshall told him. A bit of the tension released from his shoulders for the first time since this case had crossed his desk. “Meet me at Tommy's tomorrow afternoon at about 2:00?”

“We'll be there,” Sy nodded before hanging up the phone seeing Debbie's questioning look.

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[witchersmistress]

the down fall of Eros

Hello my darlings!! worked on this beauty while i was on the beach today.

Trigger Warning: Swearing, Violence, alcohol, soft Sy

Word count: 2.4K

Sys pov

Dragging my feet back inside, I couldn't face the thought of being in my office not where her scent lingered. So I went to the bar and ordered a whiskey neat from Theo.

He gave me a look as I downed the whiskey and he filled the glass up again. " Boy, if you have something to say, say it. I am not in the mood for games" I drawled. He swung the rag he was wiping the bar down over his shoulder and picked up his drink and tipped it in my direction. "May I be frank with you Mr. Stone" I grunted at him and he continued. " You are a goddamn idiot" the pateron to the left of me choked on his drink as I glared daggers at Theo.   He began to wipe down the bar as he watched me " what did you say to me boy?" I sharply asked, I heard him the first time but I wanted to see if he had the balls to repeat himself. 

"With all due respect sir, you are my boss, but you are a goddamned idiot. Even a blind man could see how much you care for Rory, why else spend 100 thousand dollars on her to keep her out of the hands of that Irish prick O'Malley? She was clearly on cloud 9 when she left but you just put her in your car without a second glance, that's cold even for you boss." Draining my whiskey again he pours me another " is she really worth losing over, something she can't handle, cause let me tell you, that girl is one tough cookie, nothing could stop her or slow her down” he tossed the dirty rag in with the dirty dishes and took off with them to the back.

Looking at the bottom of the glass as if the amber liquid would hold all my answers “He’s right you know, Syverson” a dark and sinful voice purred in my ear, i turned to find Liliana standing next to me, her long dark hair cascading down her back, her warm caramel colored skin, glowing under these lights and her dark eyes looked like obsidian from this angle. I downed what was left of my whiskey, turning in my seat to face her. She was in a long white dress, a stark contrast to her naturally dark vibe she gives and as per usual, she had Bambi wrapped around her arm, with her head resting on her chest just above the swell of her left breast. Why she insists on carrying that damn snake everywhere she goes, i'm not sure but it gives her an edge that most men wouldn't dare cross and has most women bowing at her feet.

She beckoned me to follow “Come Logan, take a walk with me” I threw a 50 down on the bar for Theo, he may be a smart ass kid but he is always a wise one for his age. Catching up to Lil with ease, we walked through the club, to the seething underbelly, located downstairs. Down here, people could be who they wanted to be, from voyeurism to reverse harems, to public sex, there  was something for everyone down here. With a lot of trust, safe words and limits, the world is yours for the taking down here. I followed Lil to her dark corner of the room, she walked with such pose and grace as she sat down in her throne, with a particular young man attached to the wall by a long chain and collar.

 It wa s Mikey, my nephew, i sat across from Lil while she got comfortable in her chair with a heavy sigh i pointed at Mikey ``I'm not going to ask but be gentle he is a kid” she clucked her tongue at me “Please Logan you worry to much, besides i'm holding on to him as a debt from you beloved brother, once he pays up he can have his son back” Mikey went to protest but she pulled on his chain “ Shh my pet, the adults are talking” he quickly shut up and looked back at the floor. “He is an odd one that is for sure” she just gave me a knowing smile while stroking his hair “So why did you kick that poor girl out like she we was yesterdays trash, the poor thing was in tears as they pulled out” wide eyed i studied her “How in the actual fuck did you know i did that?” she winked at me and gestured around the room with her hands, “I have eyes and ears everywhere doll and don't you forget it” she was our silent partner in the business so she could come and go as she pleased. She was not my cup of tea but she was a fascinating woman.

“ Liliana, I have to protect her, she is my best friend's daughter and the stuff that Walter, August and I are involved in could get her hurt or worse even killed.” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Bullshit excuse, you and i both know that you would move heaven and earth to protect that girl, hell look at what August has done to keep Addie safe” she had a valid point, “This is Rory we are talking about'' i countered “She isn't like Adeline or Amelia'' Liliana snorted at that remark. “That is true, Amelia’s father is a damned fool if he thinks he can hide her from Walter, that man will find her and there will be hell to pay when he does' ' Mikey snorted but didn't say anything else. Leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.

“What can I do? I might have pushed her away for good, how can I fix  that?” she tsk tsk me like a child. “Seriously Sy? You really are a goddamn idiot, you get on your knees and worship her the way you should have, honestly boy you should have grabbed her at 18 and never let go, so you may lose your best friend but if he truly wants his daughter to be happy, he’ll come round” whatever weight that was holding me down suddenly lifted and spark of clarity came in “Thank you Lil, i don't know how to thank you” she waved me off “Anytime sugar, now go get your girl, your bike is still in the garage if you need it” bolting up the stairs and to the elevator. My phone pinged.. It was fucking Walter 

Walter: Now hold on, where is Rory and where is the damn fire cousin??

Not responding to him, I don't want to play his games. 

August: “Now now brother i'm fairly certain, he scared her off”

Sy: 🖕🖕🖕

Rushing off the elevator, I changed from my monkey suit, into jeans and a t- shirt with my leather jacket and bolted down the stairs, racing over to my bike, I started it and bolted out of the parking garage. Speeding in and out of the LA traffic, desperate to reach Rory in time. I drove into the parking garage of the hotel and made my way inside, passing the front desk. The  lady behind the desk stopped me "Mr. Syverson sir?" I turned to look at her " Yes ma'am what can I do for you?" Striding towards the desk. A slight flush appeared on her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she continued " we are giving you a partial refund for your stay, since your second guest checked out a little while and went. Poor thing she was distraught, but she had a lovely young man with her" she continued to rattle off but I stopped listening. She was gone, she had left. With another man… I had officially lost her.

Thanking the woman, I made my way to the elevators and up to the 14th floor. Trudging back to my room, I opened the door and a folded piece of paper was under my door, picking it up, I'd recognize Rory's handwriting anywhere, she loved to leave me notes as a little girl.

Sy, I'm leaving. I'll be back Monday morning to fly home but not a moment beforehand. I'm safe and that's what matters. Don't bother trying to find me, I don't want to be found especially by you. We will fly home Monday but I never want to see you again Logan Syverson. Rory

Sitting on the bed I read that note over and over again. She's gone, and I've lost her forever. Standing up, I paced, my blood boiling at the thought of her off with another man, him touching what's mine. I pick up the lamp on the bedside table and throw it across the room with a roar, punching my fist into the wall. Reaching into the mini fridge and grabbing my bottle of Jack Daniel's I chugged sip, after sip, until all I saw was a black drunken rage.

Rorys’ POV

I climbed out of the car at the hotel and made my way inside. I can't believe that I was so stupid to think that Sy would actually have feelings for me the same way I did him. He is an excellent faker. He told me all the right things, did all the right things, he played me like a cheap piano.

Making my way to my room, i grabbed my suitcase and started throwing my stuff in there, i couldn't stay in the next room to that man, my cell phone chimed and i grabbed, it was Jesse

Jesse: Hey bonita, heard you were in LA, would you be interested in getting dinner?

Rory: Loved to, i'll text you the address for the hotel im staying at.

Jesse: see ya soon 😘

I smiled and finished packing up my things, i left Sy a note a slipped it under his door not that he even deserve that much, i told the lovely woman behind the counter that i was leaving as Jesse walked in, he was 6’2, shaved head, dark eyes, plump lips that are just damn near kissable. He was in a dark button down shirt with the first few buttons undone. Black dress pants that made his ass look phenomenal, black shoes that shined, I expected nothing else from a navy man. He gave me a warm genuine smile, kissing me on my cheek as he took my bag and placed it in the trunk of his Tesla. Opening my car door for me, my heart broke a little, he is always such a gentleman. Getting in the driver's seat, he pulled away as I looked out the window as he drove, he had one hand on the steering wheel, the other one gripping my left thigh in his large hand “Bonita, talk to me” his voice was soft and gentle. I told him about what happened at Lux. he pulled into his apartment complex, he gripped the steering wheel as I finished my story. He got out of the car, grabbed my bag and he opened my door for me. “Come let's order in and watch a movie” he placed an arm around my back and made our way upstairs. Opening his apartment, I followed him inside. “ I’ll put your bag on my bed, go get comfy while I order food, your usual?” he asked over his shoulder, i followed him into his guest room, which was plain, a bed, nightstand, a mirror, and a desk. He was very simple, he believed that bedrooms were for sleeping and sex.

Valid reasons, I always thought, walking into the ensuite bathroom, I turned on the shower as hot as I could handle and went back to my bag to get my bathroom stuff. Jesse had laid out on the bed for me one of his oversized t-shirts and my black booty shorts. “This isn't a booty call Mr.” i teased as i grabbed my shower stuff, leaning against the door frame “I know sweet girl, there is time for that later” winking at me as he left the room, walking back into the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and to the hot water to commune with my demons, tried like hell to wash Sy from my skin but it was no use i could feel him everywhere. I pounded my fist on the black tile wall till my knuckles ached. A full body sob racked my chest as I slid to the floor and cried. I felt so many things, but I couldn't process my thoughts.

I felt strong arms wrap around me and pull me closer into their chest, clinging to the  shirt clinging to their chest, whoever they were, they reeked of whiskey and bergamot, jasmine and cedar. I'd recognize that cologne anywhere, looking up, I saw into the blood shot eyes that belong to one Logan Syverson. At this moment I wanted to do so many things, hit him, punch him, rip him a new one but the look in his eyes told me more than the big burly man had ever spoken to me. My anger replaced my sorrow and I got out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel and went to go find Jesse to yell at.

I was barely out the door when a strong arm grabbed me around my waist, hauling my back and slamming the door. I struggled against his hold, he let me go and I just spun around and pounded on his chest, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “ I hate you Logan Syverson, I cursed the day I realized you meant so much to me” I continued to beat him and he just stood there and let me, my punches became slower and slower till they finally stopped. He grabbed my arms wrapping them around his neck as he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, sitting me on the edge. He pulled a t- shirt over my head and the towel before he undid the towel and dropped it to the floor. He stripped off his wet clothes and put on a pair of black boxer briefs as he pulled back the covers, scooping me up he climbed under the covers and pulled them up. Tucking me into his chest, he rubbed my back as he kissed my head. He murmured the bedtime story that he used to tell me as a little girl, as my eyes grew heavier by the minute. That last thing I heard before the world faded around me was something I never thought I heard. “ I've loved you since I can't remember when, and I'm going to love you until I can't forget how.”

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[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.30

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

WC 1074

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury

They pulled up to the house in a quiet neighborhood, Sy parking half on the curb as Geralt's bike slid to a stop, August’s SUV parked out front right where the tracker said it would be. Getting out, they ran up the walk, hearing a crash from inside. August didn't pause, kicking the door in and they rushed inside.

"Steph!" August called out and there was another crash from deeper in the house. Running towards the sound, they stopped, seeing the wolves locked in combat. Jordan's was a dark blonde color and massive, but his fur was streaked with blood from bites and tears along his back, flank, and muzzle. He was tackled by Stephanie's, her wolf smaller than his, but her bite was strong as she sank her teeth into his shoulder and brought him down. He rolled, knocked her off and they came at each other again, paws swiping and teeth snapping. She went low as he went high, catching him around the throat and slamming him to the floor on his back. He shifted back, the fur retreating, and he pushed against her, fought to free himself, trying to dislodge her teeth from around his throat. She suddenly wrenched and blood sprayed, bone snapping.

"Steph." Sy said and she whipped around to look at them, the piece of gore falling from her mouth to land wetly on the floor. Her eyes were wild, enraged, and her lips pulled back from blood stained fangs in a growl.

"Easy." Walter said, his voice low. "Easy sweetheart. It's us." She couldn't seem to hear them, advancing on them slowly, her body low to the floor as her hackles raised, her ears pinning back. They could see blood on her fur, and it wasn't all Jordan's. "You're injured, love." He took a step towards her, but backed up as she snarled at him.

"Steph," Sy said, "Come back to us, darlin'."

"Listen to us, Princess." August said.

"Stephanie." Geralt said, "Don't let us lose you to this." She suddenly stopped, shaking her head, and her body relaxed before she let out a low whine, limping over to them.

"Baby." Sy said as she nearly collapsed at their feet, shifting back. Ragged gashes and deep punctures littered her back and shoulders and they knelt, Sy's hands hovering over her.

"Sy…" She said, her voice a pained whine, and August came back with a blanket, laying it over her and wrapping her in it before gathering her in his arms, picking her up. "Are Mike and Albert okay?"

"We can talk about that later, sweetheart." Sy said, brushing blood streaked hair away from her face. "Let's get you outta here first."

"Cleanup crew is on its way." Geralt said, putting his phone back in his pocket, "I'll wait for them. Take her home."

"No!" She reached for him, grabbing his jacket. "Don't leave me, please. None of you, please. I need all of you, I need to know you're okay."

"I'll call Leon when we get in the truck." August said, "Council is just going to have to fucking deal that Lewis is a corpse."

She was quiet on the drive back, curled up in the blanket on August's lap, her fingers twisting in his shirt as he carried her into the cabin, Walter having driven his truck back to the cabin so August could tend to Stephanie.

"You need to get this blood off of you." He said and she nodded. He carried her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet as he started the shower, pulling his clothes off and unwrapping her from the blanket when the water reached a suitable temp. The hot water irrigating her injuries made tears come to her eyes and he held her against his chest as she sobbed, the water swirling deep red then pink then clear around the drain. He washed the blood out of her hair with gentle movements, making sure to rinse it thoroughly and he didn't fail to notice the fresh silver wounds around her wrists.

When she was clean, he shut off the shower, toweling her off gently before wrapping her in it and one around his hips. He waited as she brushed her teeth quickly, getting the blood out of her mouth, before picking her up again and bringing her down to the living room where Walter and the others had made something of a nest, moving the couch and recliners aside and piling blankets and pillows on the floor.

"I killed him." She said as they laid there, and the smallness to her voice broke their hearts, Geralt’s arm tightening around her waist as he held her back against his chest. "He hurt Mike, Albert, and Sy, so I killed him."

"You did."

"I didn't--I didn't stop to think, I just did it because he hurt them." She said, "Am I--am I a monster?"

"No, sweetheart." Walter said, their hearts breaking a little bit more, "You're an Alpha. He hurt your Mates, he hurt your pack, but it should have been us. Not you."

"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you."

"It's not that." August said, "We know death. Sy with the Army, Walter with the police, Geralt with being a Tracker, and me with…well, what I did with the Agency and for the Council. We know death, we've taken lives. We’re not angry it wasn’t us, baby, we just didn't want you to know it too. We wanted to protect you from that."

"I didn't care what happened to me." She said, "I didn't care if I died too. I needed him to pay for what he had done to them."

"You protected them." Geralt said, "You left with Lewis to protect Mike and Albert, and you made sure he would never hurt them or anyone else ever again."

"Council is going to be pissy." She said, "They wanted him alive."

"They'll get over it." August said, “Steph, I have to know. How did you know to take my truck?”

“What do you mean?”

“How did you know the Council gave it to me and it has a tracker in it?” He asked and she tilted her face up to look at him.

“I didn’t.” She said, “I just grabbed the first keys I saw. It has a tracker in it?” There was a beat of silence before they gave soft laughs, August pressing his lips to her forehead.

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[marveldcmistress]

A little Sy x Reader Blurb

You come out of the kitchen, the swinging doors banging against the wall. You walk to the end opening of the bar, glaring at the uniformed men wreaking havoc on your well liquors. It’s only after you let out growl from your chest do they stop to look at you.

“Get out from behind my fucking bar.”

Most of the men scrambled to get back to their stools, except for Johnson, who just held the bottle of whiskey closer and smiled at you.

“Oh come on, darlin. We’re just having some fun.”  

“Your fun is cut off. Get the fuck out from behind my bar before I make you.” your tone is deadly now.

“Ooooo getting kinky now. Please, make me.”  

“JOHNSON!”  

If you wouldn’t have felt him come up behind you, you would have jumped at Sy’s voice. The officer in front of you slowly puts the bottle down and slinks back to his seat. You were used to drunk, rowdy men. But soldiers were another breed entirely. You turn to Sy, face dead s erious.  

“Captain. I suggest you keep your dogs on a tighter leash.”  

“Oh we’re dogs alright, sweetheart!” You hear Johnson say before him and the rest of the crew start barking like animals.  

“Johnson! I will take disciplinary action!” Sy barks.  

“Yes, Captain. Sorry, Captain”  

“Next time I’ll make sure they’re on their best behavior, ma’am.” Sy says, beautiful blue eyes boring into yours. If you were in a better mood, you might have swooned. But you were pissed, tired, and sick of seeing the army camo in your bar. Four weeks was more than enough of dealing with the military.  

“You better. And don’t call me ma’am. Makes me feel old.” you grumble.

“Just trying to be respectful, ma’am.” he says. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head, trying your best to look intimidating to this giant of a man.  

“Sorry,” he smiles.  

“Bar’s closed. Pay out your tabs and get the fuck out.” you say, turning to the computer and get their tickets, leaving Johnson for last. Sy watches from his spot at the end of the bar, making sure each one of his crew tip you well for the shit they caused you tonight.  

“You know, if you ever wanna make me do something darlin, I only live five minutes away,” Johnson says, winking at you as he hands you some cash.

“Not a chance in hell, fuck face. And just for that I’m charging you an extra $20.” you stick your hand, snatching the bill away from him as he hands it to you. You turn away from the pouting private, walking over to Sy and filling his whiskey. You ignore the silent chuffing from Johnson about giving special treatment and get to work on shutting down for the night.  

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[gummydummy19]

Hi Gummy<3

Sorry in advance but:

In answer to who's going to distract you from studying, the options are:

A. Sherlock Holmes because he is so clever. One glance at your quiz and he'd give the answers in an instant （also because he's bored as hell and nothing is interesting for a week）, while you are trying your best to finish these questions on your own.

"Sherlock! Shut up! I'm trying to study here." You yell at him.

And he'd give you this look: ↓

B. Captain Sy because he's being such a good boyfriend. Bringing you biscuits, sliced fruits, protein bars and coffee so that you can always feed yourself with the snacks.

"You really have to stop, honey, or I'd gain two pounds before lunch." You pout at him, when he scratches the back of his head and chuckles in embarrassment.

Him saying he'd be out of your hair in a sec: ↓

C. Napoleon Solo. He offered to steal the answers for the finals when you sigh for the hundredth time in the morning. "I'll have Gabi to stake out-" He is ready to dial the numbers.

"Why don't you kidnap my professor and torture him to hand us an easier paper-" You roll your eyes.

"That sounds fantastic, sweets."

He nods. He fucking nods and grins at your sarcasm.

"That's not- Please don't- I need some peace and quiet to study, please?" You sigh for the hundred and first time, placing your hands under your chin, blinking your eyes as adorable as possible.

D. Clark Kent. Equally buried in books as he needs to pass his finals for the course Media and Communiation. He lies on your thighs, holding his book right above his face before -

A dull thud and the book lands on his face, snapping him completely awake. Also making you nearly jumping on your feet.

"... Ouch." He scratches his nose, removing his glasses, "Which chapter are you at - *yawns* now?"

Bonus: August Walker, who ordered a random IT guy (Benji: I deserved a Thank You at least!) to alter your marks in the system, making sure you'd get straight A's no matter what.

And he took you to a concert/opera/club/... before the test to help you loosen up. (It didn't help at all.

(take your pick :3

OH. MY. GOD.

Okay…you…you are a menace, Jam😶 A MENACE I SAY!

Alright this needs a bit of thinking…

I study Journalism so Clark would actually be of great help to study together…+ naps together during breaktime are so so so so so welcome 😭🫶🏻

BUT

Sy…my beloved…big grumpy men being all soft and caring makes me SHHWJZHDJAHSHZ🫠🫠🫠

I can just imagine him in the kitchen fumbling around with fruits and trying to plate everything up nicely without making too much noise. I feel like he is also such a great cook tho?? He would definitely be on cooking duty during my entire exam period. Grilling steaks the size of your head because he claims “its good for your brain” and “you need to be strong and energised”

BUT THEN ALSO….

Sherlock…

He would definitely make everything way easier for me. He would get all my summaries finished in about a quarter of the time it would have taken me and he would be amazing in teaching me ways to remember stuff more easily.

And with all that extra free time he just created…well…he claims he deserves a reward for being such a great tutor as he presses kisses on your neck and slowly drags you to the bedchambers…..

JDHBAHWKZK😩🫠🥴

AM I ALLOWED TO HAVE A TOP 3??? PLEASE?!?!?!

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[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

A Lil'Lady

Masterlist

Summary: when you miss the last bus you expected a long walk home. You didnt expect to end up in some handsome alpha hot shots office waiting for a pair of slippers and dinner.

Warnings: dark!sy, threatening situations, mob!au, swearing, threats of spanking, really shitty written attempt at texan accent

A/n: this is a little oneshot, other might be added in the future but for now this is a one off so that mobsy will stop bullying me. Also has anyone done a darker sy before? Because i can see it~

Wordcount:3034

Your feet screamed at you. This wanst the plan, it was never the plan. Moving texas was supposed to be a new fantstic life. The open spaces and cattle ranches sexy cowboys calling you lil'lady and big T bone steaks!

It was not meant to be an office job in a law firm that didnt pay overtime but expected it and ended up making you walk almost five miles in the dark because your boss is an asshole and made you stay later kissjng the last bus.

You huffed and flicked off your dress code killer heels... that killed nothing but your feet. If you kept them on youd be home at sunrise. You moaned as your stocking clad feet hit the cold cement. God that was amazing, better then all the foot rubs in the world!

With that you began the long journy home, debating whether or not to call in sick tomorrow. Theh would complain as they are in a tight schedule.  With was company jargon for 'we cant be bothered to hire more people so just work harder'. Fuck them. You had sick days so youwere useing them!

You moved slowly, eyes cast down watching for dog poop and needles. This side of town had all the top clubs and restaurants,  high rollers and fancy cars. But they also supllied alot of drugs around here. Backdoor weed dealers and cocaine smugglers ran around these parts.

Suddenly you were pounced on, someone grabbed your low bun and half pushed half threw you into the building beside you. You screamed outloud and spun around, your heels clutched to your chest as if they would protect you;

"Shut your mouth cunt! You got money; i want your money and jewellery; no bag! Gimme the bag!" the rank smell of sweat, piss and grime filled your nose as the rancid looking male spat at you, hissing words through an intermittent row of yellow teeth... if four of them counted as a row.

"I; i what? No- please dontnhurt me!" You yelped, bearly hearing your own words as your heart thundered in your chest panic swelling in your lungs making breathing difficult and tears welled in your eyes making them sting.

"Now cunt!" He yelled louder this time you moved quivering wi.ling your fingers to work as you clasled your cross body bag trying to get it over your head without antagonising the knife weilding male. He was definitely tweaking, jerking his head back and forth jittery looking around nervously for anyone.

You glanced about panicked to, praying someone was there to phone 911 if things got out of hand and he sliced you up anyway. You frowned seeing a large 4x4 roll to a stop a few buildings down from you, behinde the man still waiting with baited breath.

"What are you waiting for whore christmas?! Gimme the bag or i'll slice if off ya! And i wont be fucking nice about it!" He seethed still twitching uncontrollably whisltwaving the knife around impatiently pojtning the tip at you ordering you to hurry up or he'll gut you.

You whimpered shaking your head still tugging the bage that had got caught in the lapel of your jacked and tangled under your low bun. Youreyes got blurry as you pleaded with him you were trying to give him your bag.

"Now i know you ain'bothering this pretty lil'lady in my back yard" you jumped in surprise when the deep southern drawl came from behinde your assailant. You hissed when your feet moved and tiny sharp stones assalted your tired feet. You shofted wiping your soles of your feet on your legs to get rid of the irritation.

A huge shadow had followed the gruff voice, a tall bearded man who looked about as texan acs a man could, rough and ready. Tan skin a full beard and strang features. All he needed was a sherrif star and stetson and youd mistake him for a texas ranger or some other type of law man. Well if it wasnt for the two men casually flanking him, and the deathly still murderous aura that came from him. He wasnt not a law man. Not with that type darkness lingering around him.

"Oh-oh fuck cap;i err this is one of yours? Man i didnt knowb i swear j didnt;" suddenly the foul man was backing up placing his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

"You point'in that at me?" The newcommer growled nodding to the knife still in the muggers hand. The man whimpered and dropped the knife like it had burned him.

"N-no no sir nope i was just er" you took a step back as the newcomer inched forward threatening the smaller man, but at the same time tilted his body tucking you behind one shoulder becoming a wall between you and the man npw groveling to this 'cap' person. You felt yourself relax a little when the gruff texan spoke again.

"So you were pointing it at the lil'lady then?" He spoke voice growing deeper, reverberating around you in a teasing sadistic threatening tone. You shuddered even you felt the gleeful undertone of his dark intentions.

"No no that wasnt;i was but not no more. I didnt;this is just one big mistake cap i didnt didnt know; i did no harm i promise not a single mark i swear i swear i didnt touch her" you faltered, this man was practically pissing his pants and 'cap' had done nothing more then pull up and growl at him. A small part of you wanted tp know just who this man was. But then again you probably didnt want to know, if that lowlife was this terrified of him then he must be something to truly fear.

"Im sure you didnt. But aint my boys had words with you bout this kinda thing" cap was definitely toying with the criminal, there was a teaseing in his voice, a chuckle hiding under the words. He was a predator, cornering his latest prey.

"N-no sir"

"Really. Could'a swore they told ya a week ago bout harming these silly young'uns out past their curfew." Cap uttered pivoting on his heels, motioning to you wit an upturned palm letting the man steal another glance at you; his downfall.

"Poor darlin' look at'er, all shaken up, sweet lil'thing can bearly breath" sy cursed with a grolw and snatrled the almost sweet wprds with a newfound fury. It seems this cap person didnt like you stnding there wide eyed and terrified.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'll, stop cap i know i can, you gotta believe  me i just; right now i just need it! I need it" the man was cut off by a single palm slicing through the air in a horizontal cease motion shutting him up instantly.

"Dont you be worrying i understan' i know what ya need" he uttered malice dripping from each word. And then the scary suited behemoth spun slowly craning his head towards the two men behinde him and clapped his hands in an exaggerated booming clap.

"Boys how'bout you take him in and give him something to... make a lastin' impression huh? Lets make a few things clear, make a few lessons stick this time. Hands'll do" he decided at this the small male tried to run screaming and begging, but the two men made short work in catching him. You couldnt help feel the pit of your stomach grow cold as your eyes followed the three men now crossing the road with a barrage of yelps and cries.

"You okay there darlin'" you gasped and jerked back colliding with the wall behinde you.  You couldnt help noticing how handsome he was. The blue eyes sparkling with concern as he peered down at you. He really was big. You flushed and looked down at your feet embarassed, it wasnt often you were face to face with a gorgeous man. You wasn't sure how to act.

"Fuck what am i sayin' course ya not. Come on over'ere i ain't gonna hurt ya. Im.... everyone calls me cap, but its sy to you got it?" He added raising a hand out to you waiting patiently for you to take it. You hesitated for a few long moments unsure whether to run or not. But he dipped his head, tilting it forward and wriggled his fingers. His eyes were glowing with a.... you wasnt sure. There was something there. This man was to be obeyed. You wasnt sure how he'd done it but you followed his lead, tucking your fingers into your pumps holding them with one hand and reached out the other letting his huge palm smother yours gently.

"What the? What you doing out'ere with no shoes on? You gonna wack'im with'em or something?" He frowned only now realising what you were holding. And spoke with a chiding voice, you shrunk a little, feeling every bitthe little gir

 He'd called you earlier. Well apart fro  your panties that were slowly growing more and more soaked with each word he spoke.  Finally you shrugged your shoulders and found your voice to reply.

"N-no i just.. they hurt to walk in; wait no put me down!" At the mention of pain he had swung into action and collected you into his arms as if you were little more then a weightless child. He didnt ever grunt as he took your entire weight off your feet. Any other time yoh would have swooned at a huge alpha males type hoisting you into their arms like you weighed nothing. But this man was so intense.

"No can do tiny, no woman of mine is wanderin' down 'ere barefoot. fuck knows whats on these streets, aint'avin you catching something from a needle cos you cant see it" he gruffed and spun before crossing the road to one of the posh looking buildings youd passed a few mineuts ago,the one with the mirrored glass windows and loud base pounding.

"Wha- where are we going? Did you say your woman?" You faltered blushing growing more and more excited at the situation.  Even though it was wrong and scary and you should be screaming for help or head butting hs nose. Whh wasnt you headbutting his nose again?.... well it was a cute nose, itd be a shame to ruin it a little voice reasoned in the back of your head.

"We are going to the bar, to get you some fuckin' slippers or somthin for your feet, must be freezin. And you're my woman, i've taken a shine to ya. Sweet an'spicy is rare round these parts" he grunted out happily shaking his head at you whislt squeezing you to his chest tighter as you wriggled trying to make him put you down.

Before you can say a single word you heard a loud echoing spine chilling scream. You snapped your head over Sy's shoulder to the direction of where his buddies had taken your mugger. your being lead into the club the men were standing at. Sy jostled you holding you lower so you couldnt peak over his shoulder and gave you a warning look as you glanced up at him.

"Hey now bug, dont you worry about him, he'll get what he deserves. Now lets get you sorted hmm?" He said turning and backing into the club door to get threw the it and began to navigate the loud packed club.

"Sorted?" You murmured suddenly feeling frightened,of the huge man who was carrying you deeper and deeper into the club leading you away from the noise and smell of sweat to god knows where.

"Yeah, y'know slippers, drink a lil'food ya got no meat on these bones" he hummed and seemed to reach his destination. A huge office with stunning veiw of the city and tastefull art on the walls.

"Thanks but id settle for some change for a cab" you said quietly feeling less and less comfortable with what ever situation youd landed yourself in. This man was dangerous.  Loaded, feared and dominant. He was the boss and everyone knew it. No even little old you.

"Cab? That aint happening.you know how many women get themselve in tricky situations in the cabs round'ere. Didn't your mama ever tell ya not to go wandering alone at night? Its a good thing i spotted ya' tiny little thing like you out here alone, im not impressed in the slightes little lady" he scolded and sat you down on a luxurious looking sofa, the soft leather  and plush filling letting you sink into it comfortably.

"Looks like ya gonna need some lookin' after. Cant 'ave ya wandering round like a lost little rabbit can i?" Sy said almost to himself as he rounded a large desk shrugging off his fitted jacket revealing a blue shirt stretched across his wide form buttons holding on for dear life. He moved around the desk again leaning on it and moved to roll his sleeves up and crossed his arms eyeing you expectantly. 

"Look i just missed the bus" you said after a few moments, somehow you knew thats what he wanted, an explination. You felt like a naughty kid waiting for your mother to show up at the school fpr a meeting with the principal.

"Oh yeah mind tellin' me how that came about?" He asked still not sounding the least bit happy.

"My boss made me stay late is all and i just missed it" you said evenly trying not to quiver under the intense gaze. He made you feel small and helpless.

"Where d'ya work?"

"Croffts and sons, im a-a lawyer; so so you best let me go before" you lied... well half lied this was feeling more and more like an interrogation you wanted him to leave off. He was clearly a man not at one withthe law. Maybe he would let you go or call a cab if he thought he was dealing with a hot shot lawyer?

But he scoffed smirking and closed his eyes before grining and shook his head. Your stomach didn't even have time to drop before he fixed you with a shakrp look making you draw a deep breath and freeze.

"A lawyer?.. Croffts and sons? Thought thos asshole were still a pack of 50's sexist bastards only hired male lawyers and female secretaries." You blinked at him slowly. Oh shit, he knew. You wasnt sure what to say to that honestly

"Well atleast i know who needs dealin' with now" he shrugged

"Dealing with what do you mean?"

"Well i dont take kindly to men forcing my cute little lady to walk home at eleven at night. You wont be doin' it again that i promise ya"

"Now you hold on! Im greatfull you stepped in an helped me but, but that give you no right to go ordeing me about! An i am not your lady! You dont even know my name!"

"Lemme guess your from that necklace your a B? Bridget Wait no thats not right b... b becky belinda nah, bella maybe?"

"Bridie... im Bridie"

"Good to know Bridie~" he drawled with a grin. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he making fun of you?

"Are you making fun of me? Because i warn you mister im not gonna tolerate it! I mean it! I can be real mean when i wannabe!" You threatened pointing at him, despite not actully being able to bak up your threat. At most you could be impolite. Not mean, you didnt really have that in you. But he didnt know that! For all he knew you could be the nastiest women hexs ever known!

"Im sure you can" he said dismissivly still beaming at you clearly not buying what your trying to sell.

"I really mean it!" You huffed stomping a foot feeljng all about two inches tall at the way he was being so unaffected by your measly threat. What made it worse was his dominating yet playfull demeanour was getting you hot under the collar.

"I know. And i also know that if i catch ya out here again walking bare foot down the street alone at night imma tan that hide of yours better then your daddy ever did" he threaened movig closer and bending down to you face to face placing one huge hand on the arm of the sofa, the other on the seat beside you cageing you. You squeaked and shuffled back, your feet leaving the floor as you did so.

"What?! You cant say stuff like that!" It was only when hexd pulled away winking at you you had found your voice and cried out at him abhoretly.

"I just did. And Imma man of my word bug. Now tell me what your fancying for dinner whilst we wait for some slippers to be brought up" he smiled waving his hand and reaching across his desk for a larg expensive looking mobile phone you handt noticed was there.

"Absolutly not! No thank you, i'd much rather go home!" You jumped on your feet and protested, almost stomping a foot at him crossing your arms. Only to freeze when he sent you a sharp look, eyes flicking up at you from the lit screen, and a single brow raised.

"I wasnt askin lil' lady. Now sit down and be a good girl tell me what your eatin' or i will choose for ya" You blinked, wavering for a moment before sitting back down in defeat. This man was a stubborn as they come and it appears you are stuck with him, atleast for the time being.

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[your-system-said-what]

Our host: "I think we're faking DID."

Someone else: "I swear to God, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

E: "Host, I mean this as respectfully as I can. Please shut up. We aren't faking this. Our therapist and our psychiatrist both agree that it's DID. Our brain is trying to backpedal us."

-🌌 sys

Get well soon.

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[deandoesthingstome]

Welcoming Committee - Part 8

Pairing: Captain Syverson X Reader/OFC (Drea); August Walker x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); Captain Syverson x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); August Walker x Reader/OFC (Drea)

Word count: 973

Series Summary: You and Sy have been together for three years, but you still like to mix it up. The new neighbors down the street give you a chance to do just that.

Masterlist for series warnings. Heads up: this is 18+ ONLY

Chapter Warnings: Sub/dom check in, bratty behavior, power play, impact play, spanking/slapping, oral F receiving, fingering, male masterbation,

Not only did he spank me, but he also arranged it so he had good hold on my throat. Every time August landed a smack, I shifted forward into his grip. I kept trying to arch back, to meet his hand, to feel the sting, because as much as I loved the squeeze it was his strike I wanted to receive tonight.

"Please, Sir," I gasped, not quite desperate, but pleading nonetheless.

"What is it love? What do you need?"

There was only one thing to do.

"Pickles." He immediately let my throat go and bent over to check in with a much tamer voice than I'd heard so far tonight.

"Are you alright? Have I hurt you?" he spoke not in a whisper, but low enough Sy couldn't have heard, occupied as he was with his face between Neve's thighs.

I turned my head to look directly in his eyes so he knew I was telling the truth.

"I'm alright," I knew I could drop the name for now. I really should have informed him earlier, but he was checking now and we needed to clear this up before he went any further. "You haven't hurt me. Another time I would relish your hands around my throat. But tonight, please, just spanking and slapping. And it can be harder. I'll signal if it's too much."

"Ass and face only?"

"You can also hit my tits and slap my pussy." I had excellent makeup for cover-up if it came to it.

"I can work with that. I'm sorry, Drea."

"It's okay. Thank you for stopping for me. Are you ready?"

"Are you?"

And now only one way back. "Yes Sir," I grinned. "Do your worst."

"Do. Your. Worst. What?" He hammered home each word with a sharp slap on my ass, harder than before and I knew I feel those for a while. I was so pleased with how this night was progressing.

"Do your worst, Sir!" I practically screamed in response as I felt the winding of the tight coil deep in my pussy. If he'd just...oh, fuck!

"I thought you were keeping her mouth shut tonight, Walker? You got it under control over there? Need any help?" Sy teased from across the room, his mouth still hovering near Neve's quivering thighs.

"I think I've changed my mind about that, Syverson. Listen to how pretty her cries sound when she comes all over my hand."

August had somehow sensed how close I was and after those four sharp cracks on my ass, he'd slipped his hand between my cheeks and drilled two or three fingers deep into my sopping wet core. I couldn't tell for sure how many, and I didn't really care. He was somehow magically stroking the exact spot needed to release my first orgasm of the night and it felt incredible. Of course I was howling for him already.

"Or maybe you wanna come shut her up yourself?"

"Auggie, play fair," Neve gasped as Sy stuck his head back between her legs. "Quit interrupting my fun," she squealed, and I knew Sy had her close, too.

As I was coming back down, August pulled me up to perch my ass on the narrrow strip of couch between his massive thighs, my back pressed against his chest. He wrapped one arm around my breasts as I heaved to catch my breath and snaked his other around my waist, settling his fingers against my twitchy cunt.

In this position I had the best view of Sy's ass, his pants pushed down just enough for him to have taken hold of himself. I could see his arm pumping while he bent over and continued to feast between Neve's legs, drapped as they were over his shoulders. She was doing a much better job than me of keeping her voice down, but only because she had clasped a hand over her mouth and was clearly screaming into it as she came for him.

"Isn't she lovely, spread wide and coming hard for your husband?" August whispered in my ear, while his hand caressed my folds.

"She's gorgeous," I moaned and felt a sharp tap on my pussy, the sting heightening my senses again. "Sir! She's gorgeous, Sir!"

"You really have such a hard time with your manners, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Mmm, better," he purred in my ear as we both watched Sy ease Neve off the mantle and carry her back to the couch. He moved with practiced ease, his thick cock jutting out between his legs kept wide enough to trap his loose pants in place for the moment. Once he'd set her down, he rid himself of shoes and pants before diving down over her and trapping her lengthwise on the couch beneath his imposing body. I couldn't wait to watch him fuck her.

Aside from getting more physical with a partner, seeing Sy really get into it was one of the main reasons I loved sharing time with him. I knew what his power felt like, but because he fucked me senseless it was always so hard to really focus on the beauty of his form and style.

It was going to be a stretch to split my attention on needling August into what I needed while also taking in the spectacular view of my glorious fucking machine of a husband.

"She's going to make the prettiest noises for him, Drea," August spoke as he alternated between cupping and slapping my pulsing pussy. "You like that, huh? Watching him?"

"Yes, I really do. Sir!" I gasped out the last bit as August landed another sharp tap against my core. The coil was tightening again but I wanted him inside me before I came again. I nuzzled my head back against him and begged. "Please, Sir. Fuck me."

Part 9

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