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viking-raider · 9 months

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Sy's Therapy Barn

Summary: Austin Syverson is newly retired from the Army and struggling to cope with his PTSD. Until he decides to take a chance on a hobby, most wouldn't think could help, and the person there to help teach him how to do it.

Pairing: Syverson/Reader

Word Count: 5k

Rating: M - Quick-Burn, Language, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of PTSD, Combat Fatigue, Trauma, Wine drinking, Flirting, Support System, Movie Quotes, Leap of Faith, Mentions (but no depictions) of Mental Illness, Domestic Violence, Alcoholism, SMUT - Light, P in V

Inspiration: I saw this Instagram video of a handsome, buff gentleman that ran a pottery business and promoted it on the site.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed it. I am so sorry to any Pottery people for butchering it.

Syverson wouldn't lie, even though he had thought the hobby was stupid, the first time he thought about it. But, upon seeing a poster at an outdoor market he had decided to attend one, warm Dallas weekend, to get out of the house. Something inside of Sy had urged him to save the number in his phone, before finding the ale stand.

It wasn't until almost a month later, after waking up in the dead of night. He laid curled up in a ball, hugging his knees and struggling to breath. With the blankets and pillows thrown off the king-sized bed, and the black fitted sheet beneath him drenched in his sweat. Aika pressed against his back and whimpering at her owner's distress. It was then that Sy knew he needed something more, other than just denial, the gun range and booze to deal with his PTSD and Combat Fatigue.

He wasn't about to go sit down on some squeaky metal, folding chair, in the basement of some random religious church, listening to other Vets talk about their combat experience. Everyone nodding their heads and offering sympathy and the Word of God. Sy had stopped believing in God over a decade ago. Because, how could some magical man in the sky, with some grand plan for you, before and after you died, allow such bullshit evil into the world.

He didn't want sympathy, far from it.

Austin Syverson, also didn't do sympathy.

So, he pulled up the number from the outdoor market and gave the business a call.

“Mini's Pottery Haven, how can I help you?” A cheery voice chimed on the other end.

Sy let out a hard breath. “Hi, I saw your poster at a market, a couple weeks ago, for a pottery class.” He said, rubbing a palm over his buzzed head, feeling stupid for calling a pottery business, thinking it would help him, in any way, with his trauma. “I was wondering, if you're still doing classes?”

“Yes, we are!” She confirmed, happily. “We have one tonight, with two spots left, if you'd like to join it.”

“Oh!” Sy started, surprised, not expecting one so soon, hoping for a day to work up the nerve to call her back and cancel. “How much is it?”

“Thirty dollars, for just one person, and sixty dollars for a couple.” She informed him, pressing her phone to her ear and bringing up the planner on her computer. “You can pay when you arrive at the class.” She added, distractedly.

Sy paced his kitchen for a moment, before pausing and straightening his back. “I'll take one of the spots and pay the thirty, when I arrive.”

“Excellent! Can I have your name, please?”

“Syverson.” He answered, out of pure habit.

“All right, we look forward to seeing you tonight, and what you create!” She told him, her voice upbeat and optimistic, like she expected Sy to be the next Michelangelo, before hanging up.

“The boys would lose their shit, if they ever find out I tried pottery.” Sy said, stuffing his phone into the front pocket of his jeans.

Later that night, Sy found himself standing out front of the humble, little pottery shop, the full window front was bright from the lights inside, which was flowing with people, all standing around chatting with each other and holding glasses of wine.

“At least, they have booze.” Sy commented to himself.

“First time?” A soft voice asked, from behind him.

“Huh?” He frowned, turning around to find a gorgeous woman standing behind him, a large bag slung over her shoulder, as she regarded him with a kind expression. “Oh, yeah. You?” He asked, trying to be polite.

“Naw, I've been getting my hands messy with clay for years.” You smiled at him, patting your bag. “I assume you're here for the class.” You asked, motioning towards the shop.

“I am.” Sy nodded, licking his lips. “Just working up the nerve to go inside.” He explained to you.

“Ah, yeah. We pottery nerds can be dangerous.” You teased, smirking up at him. “You make one reference to Ghost in there and they'll turn you into a clay mold. If not, pelt you out of the shop with lumps of it.” You giggled, moving by him to step up onto the curb and grab the door handle.

A laugh rumbled out of Sy's broad chest, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I'll make sure to keep the Ghost quotes to myself then.” He said, turning his sparkling blue eyes towards you.

“Well, no time like the present.” You told him, pulling the door open and holding it for him.

“That's true.” He nodded, his smile softly fading as he joined you on the sidewalk, stopping beside you for a moment. “Thanks for the pep talk.” He said, giving you a gentle nod, before going inside.

The place was a buzz with voices as he paused by the counter, taking out his wallet to pay for his admission for the night's class. He glanced over his shoulder to see where you'd gone, but you had vanished somewhere into the crowd. Shrugging, figuring you'd paid in advance or had some sort of membership, he handed over his bank card to Mini, the owner of the business, who was a sweet looking, elderly woman, dressed in a loose and colorful, bohemian strap dress. Taking his card and the Hello, My Name Is: sticker she handed back with it, Sy turned away, spotting the small wine station, also surrounded by numerous black sharpies. He headed over, scribbling Sy, on his sticker and poured himself a glass of some kind of red wine, before finding somewhere quiet to stand, to wait for the class to start.

As he stood there, sipping his wine and looking at a wall of finished clay figurines, cups and other knick knacks, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Clearing his throat, he glanced sideways, figuring you were checking him out, which he was more than fine with. But he discovered it was another woman giving him eye-candy. She was tall, with bleach-blonde hair and in a hot-pink tracksuit, she felt out of place for a pottery shop. Though, Sy knew he shouldn't be one to speak, standing there in a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt, that had been to war with him, tight blue jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, with a black stetson cowboy hat.

The way she lifted her wine glass, however, suggested she wanted to jump his bones.

Which only amused the retired Army Captain.

“All right, ladies and gentleman!” Mini called, clapping her hands together and coming around the counter to regard her customers. “If we can all head towards the other end of the shop, where all the potter's wheels and everything are. We can start the class.” She smiled, motioning everyone to the back.

Everyone moved to the back in a messy, single-file line, still sipping the rest of their wine and chatting with each other. The woman in the pink tracksuit lagging back to walk with Sy, fluttering her lashes at him.

“Ma'am.” He acknowledged her, touching the brim of his hat, but didn't give her much else.

“What's a man like you doing in a pottery class?” She asked, biting the corner of her lip.

Sy licked his lips. “I got nothing better to do.” He said, not willing to admit the real reason he was there to her.

“I'm sure a big, strong, handsome man like you could find something to do.” She insinuated, fluttering her lashes at him.

“Pottery is just fine, thanks.” Sy replied, offering her a weak smile.

“Everyone, please find a pottery wheel and it doesn't matter which one.” Mini said, motioning to the dozen or so pottery wheels in a circle, a round lump of clay already waiting on them to be shaped.

Sy waited until almost everyone was seated, not wanting to take the chance of getting stuck sitting next to the woman hitting on him, far from that mood tonight. So, taking up a pottery wheel and grabbing the provided apron, he took off his hat and set it on a shelf behind his wheel, and slipped on the apron. Sy chuckled, sitting down on the comically small stool before the wheel, as he balanced his large, muscular body on it, smirking up at the rest of the group; seeing some of them sit on the stool like they'd done it a million times and others wobble.

“The first thing we're going to do, before we start shaping our clay,” Mini began explaining, sitting at wheel herself, apron on and perched on her stool, like the forty-plus year pottery maker she was. “is to assign our first timers, helpers. I will be giving instructions and so forth, but your helper will be there for you, just in case you need a refresher or get frustrated.” She told the group, looking around at everyone. “But just remember, just like us, human beings, we are all unique and beautiful. It doesn't matter how many times your clay refuses to shape into what your mind's eye thinks it should, or tears apart, or even if it doesn't bake right in the kiln. It is still beautiful! You still brought it into this world with your own two hands, and you should be proud of that. Because it's something no one else in this room did.”

Sy blinked at her, slightly taken aback by her statement. So used to Army instructors drilling into him about, if it's not perfect, you're dead or your buddy next to you, is.

“So, helpers, I'll let you pick your person. You've all worked here before, so you know how to identify them.”

“And how do you do that?” Someone blurted out, making Mini and the helpers chuckle.

“Well, that's one way for us to find you.” One of the helpers quipped in an Australian accent, moving across the room to said person. “But, it's the name tags, mate, or Ryan, I should say.” He smirked, offering out his hand to the newcomer. “I'm Joel.”

“Those of us here that don't have a name tag, are old pros.” Mini smiled, resting her forearms on the edge of her potter's wheel, while the rest of the helpers spread out.

“Good to see you made it all the way into the building.”

Sy looked over his shoulder and grinned up at you. “Yeah, I had a little bit of help.” He replied, glad, and a bit surprised, to see you were one of the helpers.

“Well, you're about to get some more help.” You said, glancing at his name tag. “Sy.”

He felt a lump lodge in his throat as you said his name. “That's great.” He rasped back. “I'm going to need it. These hands have only known how to do one thing, for the last twenty years.” He told you, holding up his calloused mitts.

“Oh, you got good hands for clay shaping.” You said, taking one of them in both of yours. “I'm sure we can teach these pups a new trick or two.”

“Can you teach this ol' pup any?” Sy asked, smiling at you.

“I might.” You nodded, pulling a stool up beside him. “Let's listen to Mini first, then we can find out what you want to make that clay into.” You told him, giving him an encouraging smile, that cracked open the door to a place he had tried to keep shut.

“Everyone have their partner?” Mini asked, looking around, then nodded. “Good! Now, you're going to learn your proper posture for molding.” She began, leaning forward and started her instruction for the next several minutes.

“Christ, I don't know if I can remember all that.” Sy said, blowing out a breath and shaking his head at his mound of clay. “I'm just a simple country boy, fresh out of the Army.”

You giggled beside him, lightly patting him on the back. “That's why you got me.” You reminded him, sweetly. “Now, what do you want to make? And, I swear if you say a dildo, I will get up and leave.” You warned him, seriously.

“Have people actually asked you that?” He frowned, cocking his head at you.

“Yes, more often than you might think.” You huffed, shaking your head. “I'll make anything else though.”

“To be honest with you,” Sy started, frowning down at the clay and shaking his head. “I don't know what to make. I've never been the artistic type. I always failed art class back in school.”

“Well, that's the wonder of art, and clay for that matter, Sy.” You told him, softly. “You can make whatever you want. You don't need to be artsy for it. What's the first thing that comes to your mind? Anything at all.”

“My dog.” He blurted out, biting his lip, feeling silly for it.

“All right, what about a dog bowl?” You suggested, tossing out the first dog related thing that came to your mind.

“Could we make a bowl?” Sy asked, looking over at you.

“Absolutely!” You nodded, grinning. “If you wanna make a bowl for your doggo, then we'll make one. I'll use all ten years of my clay making experience to help.”

“All right, a bowl for Aika, it is.” Sy nodded back, inspired.

“That's a sweet name.” You commented, watching Sy position himself, much as Mini instructed, then drizzle a little bit of water onto the clay and cup it in his large hands, almost hiding it completely in his palms as he started to work the wheel with his foot. “Good, that's a great speed. Keep it up. Little less pressure though.” You reminded him, watching the clay start to pancake a bit.

“Sorry.” He apologized, letting off on it.

“You're all right.” You answered, shaking your head. “So, what made you try out pottery?” You asked, reaching out, instinctively, to add a little more water.

Sy was quiet for a long moment, playing with and shaping his clay, watching the thick residue from it cover his fingers and palms. While trying to find a way to answer. He could give you the same answer he'd given the pink tracksuit lady or he could be honest. Spying you from the corner of his eye, he noticed you weren't waiting for a reply, not being pushy or intrusive. You had simply asked him the question and given him the space to answer it, when and if he wanted to with no hard feelings.

It was a breath of fresh air to him, just like feeling the wet clay in his hands. Knowing he was creating something, not harming it.

“I was hoping it would help me,” He finally answered you, licking his lips, deciding to be honest. “With my combat PTSD.” He added softer, waiting for your reaction.

“It can be quite calming.” You admitted, no ill reaction on your face. “It can also be rather frustrating.” You chuckled, with a smirk. “I about tossed the piece I was working on this morning, when one of the sides collapsed on me. I'd only been working on it for six hours.”

“Six hours!” Sy exclaimed, sitting back to look at you more steadily.

“You suffer for the art sometimes.” You told him, with amusement at his expression. “But, it's well worth it in the end. Most of the time, at least.”

“Christ, I hope this doesn't take that long.” He said, looking down at the weirdly shaped, almost oblong bit of clay on his wheel.

You looked around the room, before leaning close to Sy. “I think you're wonderful, Oda Mae.” You whispered into his ear, so none of your friends could hear you, knowing the complaints they'd give you for the reference after the class.

A huge smile crossed Sy's face and he howled with laughter, catching everyone's attention.

“I crack a good joke, we all know it!” You told them, grinning with guilt.

“I like you.” Sy said, once everyone's attention went back to their own station. “You're the first person that's made me laugh, like that, since I came home on retirement from the Army. A year ago.”

“Oh yeah?” You grinned, feeling a hot rush through your body that wasn't the glass of wine you had earlier. “Well, if you think I can crack a good joke, you'll see how good of a pottery teacher I am.”

“You take any students?” Sy blurted out, before he knew what he was thinking.

You floundered, mouth hanging open. “Um, no.” You admitted, shocked he'd asked, then saw the light start to fade in his blue eyes. “But I could consider it.” You said, quickly. “Especially if it helps you cope with your PTSD.”

“I think it just might.” He proclaimed, finding himself smitten with both pottery and you.

You laughed, throwing up your arm as Sy flicked the wet clay on his fingers at you. “Austin!” You tried to duck the mucky droplets as they splattered all over your apron, the side of your arm, face and hair, still giggling.

“You were looking a bit dry over there!” He guffawed, grinning at you. “What the heck, are you shapin', anyhow?” He asked, balancing himself back on his stool and eyeing your kaolin clay, seeing the strange, cup-like shape you had going.

“I don't really know.” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders at the grayish-yellow clay before you. “I'm just trying to understand it, and make something. That will hopefully not crack in the kiln. If I ever get around to firing it.” You told him, leaning forward again, feeling the soreness in your lower spine and forearms from working in that position for so long. “What about you?” You asked, cocking a brow at Sy, without looking away from what you were starting to consider your Frankenstein.

“Another ceramic grenade cup.” You smirked, curving your thumb into the center of the clay. “Or, what was that tea pot you made?” You asked, giggling as you recalled pulling the craft out of the kiln.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Sy replied, sounding disgruntled.

You laughed, nodding your head. “That's right, it was supposed to be a turt—Austin!” You shrieked, as his big, wet clay covered mitt swiped across your face. “Oh my god!”

“It was nothing, woman.” He huffed at you, with mischievous eyes, as he sat back down. “But I do have a question for you, babe.”

“Oh?” You replied, standing up to wipe the streak off your face before it dried.

“I was thinking,” He paused for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip as he continued to work his clay. “I still have a large chunk of my retirement payment from the Army, just sitting in my bank account.” He said, scowling as one side of the clay started to collapse.

“All right.” You nodded, staring down at him, as you stood between your two pottery wheels in the garage of Sy's house, situated on the ten acres he owned.

“I've been considering,” He licked his lips and sat back, to look up at you, wanting to see your face when he said aloud what had been on his mind for the last year and a half. “I want to open up my own shop.”

You blinked at him a couple times, processing his words. “Your own pottery shop?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah, I want to open a pottery barn, to help Vets, like myself. Hell, to help anyone with PTSD or trauma. It helped me through so many nights of episodes and flashbacks.” He explained to you, babbling out the idea that had been swirling around him, and looked back up. “You helped me.” He whispered quietly, before shaking his head and squeezing the clay on his wheel.

“It's a stupid idea.”

Watching him destroy the piece he'd just spent the last hour and a half working on, stung you, but it hurt you more to hear him say his idea was stupid. You thought it was incredible. That it was so thoughtful and sweet of him to want to share a hobby that had given him so much in the last two years.

You were flattered to be a part of that journey with him, as well.

Your big bear.

“I think it's a terribly-” You sat down in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “good idea, Austin Syverson.” You declared, kissing him lovingly. “And if I hear anyone say otherwise, I'll pelt them with wet clay, until they think it is.”

A bright smile pulled across Sy's face as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “So, you'll come be my first employee?” He asked, nosing the side of your neck, smelling your perfume mixed with the earthy scents of pottery, tinged with a light sheen of sweat from how warm it was in the garage.

“Oh, I'm going to work for you, am I?” You cooed, amused. “What position, do I get?”

“Hmm.” He hummed, pressing his lips to your skin. “How about the head of pottery?”

“What's your job going to be?” You asked, eyes fluttering shut.

“I'm the boss.” He chuckled, tugging on your ear. “I'll have a bunch of jobs. But there's no one I trust more than you, with all your infinite wisdom of pottery, to run that area.” He told you, his hands pushing under your tank top. “I do only have two years of experience, compared to your thirteen.”

“Oh, laying it on thicker than a glaze, Captain.” You purred, feeling his fingers leave trails of drying clay on the skin of your back. “But I do like the sound of it. Do I get to boss you around during classes?” You asked, cupping the back of his head in your palm and rubbing the short hair there with your thumb, while your other hand dripped to the strings of his camouflage apron.

Sy smirked, giving your neck a sharp bite and making you gasp. “You boss me around already.”

“I do not!” You huffed, with an amused flash in your eyes, pushing his head back to look up at you.

“Whatever you say, my darling.” He replied, blue eyes sparkling.

“That's what I thought.” You smirked, kissing the bridge of his nose.

Pulling his hands from your tank top and gripping you by the hips, Sy pushed you up and pulled your legs across his lap, so you straddled him. You moaned at the straining bulge in his black sweatpants, pressing down against it through your short-shorts, sucking lightly on your bottom lip.

“What are we calling your little pottery business?” You hummed, reaching between your bodies to slip into the waistband of his sweats, finding his thick manhood and gliding your hand along it, drawing out a shivering sigh out from him.

“I don't know.” He rasped, clawing at your hips and the band of your shorts, leaving red marks in their wake. “Maybe, Sy's Therapy Barn or something.” He puffed, losing focus on the idea of running a business and growing more interested in tearing your shorts and underwear off.

“I like it.” You nodded, slipping off his lap, smiling at his hands grabbing to bring you back, but stood and took your shorts and panties off, before straddling his thick thighs again. “Rolls of the tongue and easy to remember.” You told him, taking his burning shaft in your hand, stroking him firmly as you guided him towards your glistening entrance.

“Mmhm.” Sy mumbled, his mouth latching onto your collarbone. “Whatever you say, babe.”

You chuckled, caressing your free hand over his head and gripped his shoulder, using it as leverage to sink down onto him, with a soft sigh and leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.

“I love you, Syverson.”

“Ditto.” He rumbled back, wrapping his arms around you and locking you against him.

“Welcome to Sy's Therapy Barn!” You grinned as a man came through the door, the bell above it chiming through the building, his ripped muscles making the fabric of his Under Armor shirt scream, his tattooed arms showing below the short sleeves. “Are you here for the classes or to look about?” You asked, motioning around the grand shop with beaming pride.

You and Sy had found a thousand square foot warehouse, filling it with all your pottery and therapy needs and dreams. Sy had even decided to go to school and become a licensed therapist, allowing him to help the people coming into the Therapy Barn better. While they got their hands cupped around the little mounds of clay, during your classes, so they could shape it into whatever their minds wanted or needed.

Part of the warehouse was set up with kilns of all sizes and kinds, tall and wide shelves to hold pour molds and drying creations. While another section was where you and Sy held the classes for the therapy groups, either for former or active Combat Service people or, those who Sy referred to as Regulars, members of the public who hadn't served. All of them there to try and remedy their PTSD, trauma, depression, loss, domestic violence or anything else along those lines.

People that didn't require therapy were also welcome, of course.

But the two of you catered to those in need specifically, and so far, business was booming. Sy had gone to the several local Veteran Centers in the Dallas area with fliers promoting the business's program, as well as the VFW Canteens and posting on the internet. Even calling some of his old comrades. Sy had been worried and a bit skeptical with your first pottery class, sure that no one was going to show up to it. However, when the time rolled around, the bell above the front door started dinging with customers, most of them were middle aged or elderly, but there were several your and Sy's age, looking apprehensive.

It made you smile to see that look on their face, it was the exact expression you'd seen on Sy's face, that night you met in the parking lot of Mini's Pottery Barn, before he discovered the magic of forming clay. You always looked forward to seeing it change into the wonder of how amazing it is, to see your brave Captain use his fresh Bachelor's Degree to help them work through the same struggles he had. The struggles you had woken up at one or two in the morning, to find Sy in the garage, in nothing, but the shorts he'd gone to bed in, hunched over his pottery wheel, his muscles tight and teeth gritted, but his hands cupped gently around the piece of clay he was working. Trying to chase away whatever he had been awoken by.

“I'm here for the class, with Dr. Syverson.” He replied, looking around uneasily, like he expected a bomb to go off in one of the teapots you'd crafted and had on sale in the front window of the shop.

“That's great!” You grinned at him, trying to be open and encouraging towards him. “The class will start in ten minutes. You can either take a seat or have a look around. There's coffee, tea and water on the table with some cupcakes and snicker-doodle cookies, so help yourself.”

“No booze.” He mumbled, eyeing the table.

“No,” You answered, giving him an emphatic look. “Some of our potter's are recovering and sober, so we don't offer it.” You explained to him, glancing over at one of your regulars with a nod. “To repress the urge to relapse.”

He looked at you for a moment. “That's—actually, very thoughtful of you.” He said, blinking as it came over him.

“We do our best.” Sy said, appearing from the back. “Pleasure to meet ya.” He offered his hand to the other man. “Captain Syverson, 1st battalion, 3rd SFG(a). Also Dr. Austin Syverson, the co-owner of this here Therapy Barn.” He introduced himself, always giving his classifications to the Vets, knowing how at ease it made them and started that thread of a bond with him.

“Pleasure to meet you, Captain.” He replied, shaking Sy's hand. “Lieutenant Daniel Burton, 3rd recon battalion, for the Marines.”

“Well, it's good to meet you, Lieutenant.” Sy nodded, then smiled over at you, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back. “I'm sure my fiancee has given you the introduction to our business.”

“That she has.” Daniel nodded, giving you a kind smile. “Though, I'll admit, I'm a little apprehensive as to how this is going to help me get straightened out. I watched some videos on pottery on Youtube and it just doesn't seem like much.”

You and Sy looked at each other, a smile and knowing look on each other's faces.

“It seems that way. I thought the same thing, myself, at first.” Sy confessed, a winking at you. “But, all you have to do is take all your emotions. All your pain, all your love, all your passion and all your rage and work it into that bit of clay we give you on that pottery wheel and the rest comes with it.”

You looked at Sy, it had become a thing between the two of you, and in doing so, that line had become his motto. It had become part of the business's motto, and few people actually caught the reference. But that was all right. The two of you still got through to people in the end. Saving them from their dark past through horrible movie quotes, a man that took a chance on a hobby and your skill with moving clay, sculpting a life and a business out of it.

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My Baby Bear

Syverson x reader

TW: smut, suckling on breast, kind of sub!Sy

just a small drabble

Syverson is a sweet man. You would not have expected it, just looking at him. He had a reputation for fighting like a crazy bear. A myth, a legend, who could rip his opponent apart with just his bare hands. You are not one to believe in these kinds of things. However, seeing how broad he was you were tempted to.

When you first met you were polite but ultimately stayed away from him. You knew how army guys could be and growing up surrounded by men like that made you put your guard up immediately. You had feared that Sy was one of those men, who were sexist and thought he was the big bad alpha, getting into fights to prove that and that over time he would be violent towards you. So, you were nice to him but not interested.

However, you had caught Syverson’s eye, and over time you realized he was not a crazy angry bear. So, while all the men looked at him like an alpha in your eyes, over time, he was a big giant teddy bear. Always up for cuddles, carrying you over every mud puddle. It was a dream come true. You had always loved teddy bears since you were a girl. And you still had one, that you had gotten as a birthday present.

You loved cuddling into his chest, the thick coarse hair there tickling your nose making you giggle. He was so warm and his hands so big and rough it was astonishing how gentle he was with you. You often called him teddy, and when you were asked why you just grinned up at him like a child looking at ice cream. It was hardly visible under his big beard, but he would blush and just grumble.

When you were cuddling in bed, him on top of you, between your legs, snuggling into your neck and holding you close. You would caress your fingertips across his back and nuzzle into his hair. Whispering: “My baby bear”. When he was still awake, he would grumble and the first time he had pulled away giving you an unimpressed look. But you had not stopped so when he was tired and you held him like this calling him baby bear, he would hug you closer to him.

However, what surprised you was once when he was very sleepy and needy, he let out a whining sound. He pressed closer to you, wiggling down toward your chest. You had stayed still just waiting, watching what he was going to do. He nuzzled into your chest, the top you were wearing pulling down in the process. You continued caressing his hair. After a minute he looked up at you, his eyes clouded with sleep and need. You just nodded urging him to go on.

He buried his face in your chest, slowly making his way toward your right nipple. He latched onto it. Suckling it gently into his mouth, just enjoying your nipple in his mouth. He kept his teeth away. Normally he would nip at them, quite aggressively. He was just a big boob man.

Yet, this time he lazily suckled on your breast, whining occasionally when you were caressing his hair, and back. You lifted your left hand when he opened his eyes, some insecurity about what he was doing in them. You cupped his face and urged him on to continue. Tracing his jaw and cheek with your hand. “Good baby bear.” He hummed. “MY good baby bear.” When you empathized my he gave a whine, trying to grab at you wherever he could.

He continued to suckle on your breast, while slowly humping the bed, whining more and more. When both your nipples were sore, and it started to hurt you pulled him off a little. He was panting and moaning more and more, rubbing himself on the mattress. He did not go too far, and you saw that he was close to coming. You wiggled a bit lower underneath him. Pushing down the sweatpants until his pre cum leaking cock sprung free. It was hard to grab his cock as he did not help you at all. Still laying on you trying to mouth at you. Finally, you managed to grab him. You ushed your panties aside and wiggled lower to slowly rub him onto your dripping slit. He gave a loud whine and pushed his hips, seeking you out. You held in a chuckle never having seen him like this.

Finally, he entered you. He was as deep as he could in you, filling you up. You just held him for a bit, clenching your vaginal muscles and coaxing soft moans out of him. He nuzzled into you more, almost crushing you with his weight. He only pushed out a little bit before he could not stand not being fully in you. It took him only a couple of thrusts and your praise of him being a good baby bear. Finally, he came with a soft whine, and even then, he did not pull out just laying on top of you, suckling on your neck. Unable to not have a part of you in his mouth. You could feel how he got heavier and heavier and his breathing got more even that you moved. You moved up a bit more, so his head was on your chest, and not his full weight on you. You gave him small kisses on the top of his head and held him while he slept.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 9 months

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There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Title: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Syverson x Female!Reader

Word Count: 951

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Warnings: apocalypse AU, accidental pregnancy, language

A/N: A submission for @the-slumberparty BINGO challenge. My bingo squares include beach day, family friend, accidental pregnancy, and apocalypse. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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As you sit just past where the water rushes on the beach, you can feel the mist of the water on your face. Sea salt is in the air, and you relish the smell. You can remember coming to the coast with your family as a child.

Of course, that was before the world decided to end. Before you had to change your entire way of life in the blink of an eye.

Now, moments like this are but a distant memory. Your shoes are off. Your toes are buried in the sand. Saliferous wind from the ocean is blowing through your hair. Next to you is a duffel bag full of essentials, at least what you could grab on short notice.

Escaping the compound turns out to be a bit trickier than you had hoped. But with a close friend at the guard station, you sneak by and out of the gates without a second glance. You make it out of town before dawn, watching the sun rise over the water.

By now, you know that your superior officer will be conducting roll calls and noticing your absence. You did not care enough to go back, but you wish your brain would stop letting you worry about what was going through their brains.

‘Is she alive?’ For now, yes.

‘Did she go alone?’ Technically, no.

The distant sound of tires on gravel does not surprise you. Neither does the noise of the rusty truck door opening and closing. The softness of sand being kicked up by big boots creeps up to the side of you. You do not have to look up to know who is next to you, but you do anyway.

The dusty old camouflage pants with thigh holster and sweaty brown plain t-shirt gave him away in an instant, but your eyes continue higher. His unruly beard covers his irked expression, his mouth set to one side as he chews his inner cheek. You’ve known him long enough that he chews his cheek whenever he gets upset.

He looks down into your eyes and you watch as they wander across your form.

“Your brothers are worried sick about ya. I told ‘em I would come to look for ya,” He sits down in the sand next to you, “Runnin’ ain’t gonna fix our little problem.”

“Our problem, Sy? First, it is not our problem. Second, it is not a problem. It is a baby. And this baby wasn’t exactly planned, I understand that. But I don’t expect you to do anything. We can get by on our own.” Your voice breaks and you hate that your eyes are blurry with unshed tears.

“I wasn’t callin’ the baby a problem. And if ya think I’m lettin’ ya raise this little hellion on yer own, yer outta yer damn mind. Now, yer brothers are my best friends in this whole damn world. And yes, they’d kill my ass if they knew I got you pregnant. But they’d resurrect me and kill me again if they knew I’d let ya off on yer own. Shit, I’d kill my ass too.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, but it does nothing to stop the fat tears that escape when you blink your eyes. The shuddering breath you take is enough to have Sy scooting closer to you and bringing you into his arms.

“Don’t cry, Sweetness. We’ll figure this out. Together,” He kisses your forehead and snakes a hand down to your stomach, “Let’s give ‘em a chance, alright? Make a better world for ‘em and all that nonsense. I can’t fathom losing both of ya, let alone either of ya.”

“We should have been more careful—”

“Well, we weren’t bein’ careful. And now, we got a kid on the way. So what? Every time we face a little trouble, you gonna run?” He wipes away your tears, looking into your eyes again.

“I’m really scared, Sy. What are we going to do?” The tremble in your voice has Sy holding you tight.

“Well, to start, we tell yer brothers about the baby. Then, whaddya say we go over to the doctor, have everything looked at? Make sure he’s growing fine and everything.”

You laugh, not able to hold your amusement. “He? You already know it’s going to be a boy?”

“Well, ya know my folks had five boys. Yer parents had two before they had ya. Odds are it’s gonna be a boy, Sweetness.”

“I’m a little shocked. What changed your mind about everything? You were not this verbal when I told you yesterday.”

He bites his lip, looking out at the sea before answering. “I guess I was too scared to admit how I felt about ya. And then, outta nowhere, you give me the best gift in the world, and I didn’t know how to handle it,” He takes a shaky breath, then continues, “I’m sorry I waited ‘til now to say it, Sweetness. I love ya. I love ya, so damn much. And nothing would make me happier than to raise this little one with ya.”

You climb into Sy’s lap, holding his face in your hands, and resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, Sy.” You lean in and slot your mouth against his. You allow him to take the lead as his hand tangles in your hair.

Pulling back, you smile at each other. Nothing needs to be said. You turn in Sy’s lap and watch as the waves crash in and out. You have each other and you have this baby. With a love that burns bright like yours, neither Hell nor high water would be able to snuff it out.

A/N: Title taken from There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths. It seemed perfect for this story.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 11 months

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What's the occasion?

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A/N: What this was supposed to be: A fluffy comfort fic about reader's husband taking care of her after a rough day/week/month. What this isn't: A fluffy comfort fic about read.... you get me.

What this somehow ended up being: A not-so-fluffy not-so-comfort (?) fic about reader's husband taking real good care of her after a rough day/week/month.

You're welcome, I think? (I honestly don't have a clue how this ended up being some of the smuttiest smut I've written to date... But it happened... I'm not even going to question it.)

Pairing: Syverson x reader (you)

Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI. oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex, Sy being all dominant and massive, some light (yes, really) throatfucking, hair pulling, manhandling. Some of this can probably be considered blasphemy.

Also, fair warning: this story contains a man doing household chores without having been (explicitly) asked to do so. Just... Bear with me. I know it's not realistic, but we're here to have fun, right?

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Parking your husband’s truck in your driveway is an absolute nightmare. It takes you twenty minutes and a breakdown – during which you fight yourself over whether or not to just go inside and ask him to park his stupid car for you – but you eventually manage. Now, it’s time to go inside, after the longest day at the office in the history of long ass days at the office, and do the six million other things that come for free with having a house, husband, and kids. Dishes. Laundry. Dinner. That stuff.

You toss your bag down on the bench next to the front door and put your coat on the overflowing coat rack six times – it keeps coming down because for some reason, your teen daughter owns 12 jackets, yet she still always asks to borrow yours seconds before telling you that all of your clothes suck – before you finally give up and leave it where it falls.

It takes you a minute to realize that you smell food. With three kids and your mountain of a husband, that can only really mean one thing: someone got hungry, your plans for dinner are now in ruins and your kitchen looks like an episode of Hoarders. And even though those are your expectations, your family still manage to exceed them every time, so God knows what you’re going to find when you round that corner and step into your kitchen...

It’s Sy. And it’s not just Sy, but it’s just Sy. Come to think of it... The whole house is suspiciously void of music, screaming or shoes scattered around for you to break your neck over.

“Where are the kids?” you ask as you walk towards Sy.

“With my mother,” he replies without turning around, “to be returned to us on Sunday night at eight, and not a second before then. Are ya goin' to make a habit of not sayin’ hello to me when you get home? ‘Cause I don’t care for it.”

“Well, excuse me for not taking the time out of my busy schedule for pleasantries, but I have a week’s worth of laundry to get to,” you snap. He doesn’t deserve it, you know that, but it’s the kind of day you’ve had, and... And it’s all on you again.

“Laundry’s done,” Sy says calmly, still not looking up from the lasagna he’s putting together.

“Oh,” you stammer. “Well, then I’ll just grab the vacuum and...”

“I did that, too.”

“Alright, I’ll give the garage a quick call to see if they can...”

“I changed the oil in your car this morning.”

“Groceries?”

“Done.”

“The bathroom?”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve obviously got a handle on dinner...” You have to admit it: you’re a little stumped. “What about...”

“Woman, if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ I didn’t do so you can blow up at me for it, I’ll just hand it to ya: I didn’t get to cleanin’ out the gutters today, so I’ll have to do that tomorrow.”

But you’re not planning on blowing up at him over anything...

“Well, hello Mr. Syverson,” you say, still completely in awe that your entire schedule for the night – and probably the whole weekend – just opened up. “Remind me... We got married in October, right?”

“Yes, Mrs. Syverson, we did.” He’s even less subtle than usual, skipping your hips and putting his hands on our ass right off the bat.

“So, what’s the occasion?” you chuckle. Sy pulls you in for a kiss, just passionate enough to leave you wanting more, but not so bad you beg him to take you right here on the kitchen counter. It’s a fine line, really. A tightrope you’ve tried to walk before, only to fall off on the wrong side and be late for yet another dinner with someone who was never going to be more important than having sex with your husband, anyway.

“The occasion is... You’re beautiful. You deserve it. You do so much for our family and somewhere along the lines I seem to have started takin’ that for granted. Take your pick, I’m sure there’s plenty more reasons to come up with.” He squeezes your ass. Hard. “This sensational ass could be the occasion?”

“You’re saying you got rid of the kids for the weekend and checked off my whole to do list to celebrate the existence of my ass?”

“Sugar, I celebrate the existence of that fine ass every damn day. Now, I’ve fallen a little behind on celebrating the existence of the woman attached to it... I’d like to make up for that.” There is absolutely no way you aren’t blushing right now. Sy doesn’t let go of you, but his hands move to your waist. You’re trying your best to not drown in his eyes, but you’ve been hopelessly lost in there for nearly twenty years. For a brief – but lovely – moment, you stand there, just holding each other and making eyes like you used to when you were young and in love. And young...

“This needs about half an hour in the oven, still, so how about I give you forty-five and you can take a nice, long shower?” Sy winks at you – or rather: tries to. “There’s something on the bed I’d love to take off of you later tonight, but I also understand if you just want to wear something comfortable.”

“Did you pick it?” you tease him.

“You’ll be more than happy to know that I did, but under the very strict supervision of Dana.” It seems like your dear husband has finally learned how to use the fact his best friend’s wife works in a lingerie store to his advantage… Took him long enough.

“Right on time,” Sy says as you step into the kitchen. You take the glass of wine he’s holding out to you and take a sip.

“Mmm...” The sound you make is almost a moan. One look at the bottle on the table tells you this is a really nice wine – one from a price range you can’t afford to shop at...

“Gift from a client. Walker said I could take it. I guess his wine cellar doesn’t fit any more.” Sy pulls you in for a hug. It doesn’t last long, but it’s nice, very nice.

Dinner is amazing. Sy is a great cook – when given means, motive, and opportunity – and he has prepared three courses of absolute heaven. He only has to assure you twice that the price of the ingredients won’t put your family in financial ruin.

You’re halfway through dessert – a deliciously indulgent, rich chocolate mousse you’re fairly sure he made from scratch – when you realize something.

“You can’t have done all the laundry. We don’t have the space to hang all of that...”

“I fixed the dryer,” Sy interrupts, “I’m sorry I only did that after it became a problem to me, personally.”

“That’s alright...”

“No, it ain’t,” Sy grins. He knows you.

“Very well, then. I accept your apology. You’re forgiven.” You remember the moment you knew you were going to marry this man: right after your first fight – he had been wrong, although you can’t remember what he’d been wrong about. It had had something to do with your mother. Either way, right after that fight, he’d apologized, and for some reason the lack of excuses had made you want to jump him right where you were standing. You’d almost broken up with him when you realized you weren’t half as good at apologizing as he was.

“Alright, well,” Sy smirked, still. It was incredibly attractive, and at least as annoying. “I was planning on makin’ up for that, but now that I don’t have to…” His voice trailed off for a moment before you gently nudged his leg with your foot.

“How about we finish this bottle upstairs?” You don’t need to tell him twice: he’s on his feet before you even finish the sentence.

“You go ahead, Sugar,” he says before kissing you as gently as a giant like him can muster, “I’ll make sure this kitchen is spotless before I come up.”

“Oh, Mr. Syverson, you are killing me.”

“Oh,” Sy adds with a grin on his face, “and you were right. The vacuum cleaner sucks, we need a new one.”

“Say that again…”

“The vacuum cleaner sucks?” He knows damn well which part you’re referring to. That wasn’t it.

“Before that.”

“Ah. You were right.”

“You have ten minutes to get to bed, or I’m starting without you,” you tease, knowing very well he wouldn’t mind one bit if you did start before he got there.

Sy is impatient as ever when he finally steps into your bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head before the door even shuts behind… Alright, maybe the door doesn’t close because he just leaves it wide open.

“Sy! Close the door!” you shriek, but he just takes a few more steps until he’s right next to the bed.

“Why? Kids ain’t home. We’re alone, we don’t need to close the door,” he says as he pushes you back onto the mattress. “We don’t gotta be quiet, either.” With a devilish grin on his face, he kisses you. First your lips, then your neck. His beard doesn’t tickle – not after all these years. He shaved it off once, only to immediately get on growing it back, because you wouldn’t give him any. You move your hands through the hair on his chest while Sy roughly pulls your shirt over your head. He groans appreciatively when the bra he picked out for you appears.

“Do you like it?” he asks. He doesn’t have the greatest track record when it comes to picking stuff that’s actually to your tastes, but you’d be lying if those items didn’t have their own special little drawer – that you definitely haven’t opened in far too long…

“I do,” you purr into his ear, biting your lip when he grinds his hips into you. He’s hard, seeking friction, release. You love when he gets this worked up over you. “You did a good job.”

“Hm,” he growls, “I didn’t like it at first. Thought it was kinda boring.” That’s not what you want to hear… It’s a good thing he opens his mouth again to continue: “But now that it’s your tits in there… Can’t decide if I wanna keep it on ya or rip it off…” To your surprise, he opts for the former, making sure to kiss every inch of skin that’s newly available to him as he makes his way down your stomach, dragging you to the edge of the bed as he goes along.

He can do it within minutes. Making you come on his tongue, that is. He never does, because the smug fucking bastard likes teasing you too much to ever give you what you want – nay, need – that quickly. That patience, however, is nowhere to be found when it comes to taking your clothes off. He admires you and your new underwear for maybe five seconds, and then your panties are somewhere in the room. No, you don’t care where, exactly.

“Fuck, Sugar, you’re beautiful,” Sy growls from between your legs. “I’ve missed this sweet little cunt.” His words used to startle you so bad you asked him to stop talking multiple times when you’d first started going out. Now, they just make you blush, and they make you wet, and that’s all that you need from him right now. Sometimes, you’re still grateful for the moments he can’t speak – when his mouth is otherwise occupied, so to speak. It’s the moaning, and growling, and the grunts and obscene slurping – hideous word, but sadly the only applicable description – sounds that get you. It’s the pleasure, and the way he knows exactly how and when and where to move his tongue to make you squirm, moan, and scream in his strong arms. Unfortunately, he still isn’t exactly at that point. He’s still teasing, and you’re still whining, and no one is coming.

In no time, you’re going nuts. It’s not bad enough to speak up. And by that you mean: beg him to finally eat you in that way you both know makes you see stars and seek God and scream His name – or Sy’s, but what difference does that make, anyway? Instead, he keeps you right there, at the point where you’re just invested enough in the fantastic feeling that you want to be consumed by it, but it just isn’t enough to keep you from getting distracted. By the feeling of his beard against the inside of your thighs. By the fact that your panties somehow ended up on the lamp on his bedside table. By the gentle pulsing of the vein in his forearm your finger currently rests on. And he keeps you there, and keeps you there until you’ve almost convinced yourself you’ve gotten so used to this – to him – that he can’t do it anymore, forgetting that he really isn’t even trying. That twenty years of ‘this’, whatever the fuck that may mean, just means that he’s found so many different ways to take care of you that he couldn’t go through all of them in one night even if you could physically take it, simply because he’d run out of time before he made it halfway through the list.

And when you get there, to that point where you start thinking he might just not be as good as he used to, you’ve lost. Because from then on, it’s a minute. Thirty seconds. Maybe even twenty, or ten, or less – not that you’d know, because you couldn’t count to three anymore if you tried.

“Darlin’, you taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he mutters, never taking his lips off your skin completely. His fingers tease your entrance, pads coarse and calloused. It appears that, even after all these years, you still haven’t learned that if your mouth won’t beg, your body will. Unconsciously, you angle your hips, lean into his touch, use your legs to pull him closer – and he answers. As always. Sy knows what you want, and he doesn’t think twice to give it to you, even if – possibly especially when – what you really want isn’t what you think you want. He’ll know, just like he’ll know exactly when his name is on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be released along with everything he’s building up inside of you.

A loud moan escapes you when his fingers curl inside you, diligently working the perfect spot while his tongue laps at your clit, looking for the perfect move, speed, pressure, everything, until you shriek the words ‘oh God, Sy, don’t stop’, or you gasp, or moan – or one of the million other ways in which you tell him what needs done without saying a single word. And he doesn’t stop. Not until he unravels you completely. Not until you remember why you normally close and lock that door and keep quiet. Not until you know with every fiber of your being that he holds back, and he reminds you of everything he’s capable of.

When he comes back up, caging your body in between his strong arms and broad chest, pinning you down on the mattress, you hope he’s had enough time to catch his breath, because you immediately pull him into a long, deep kiss that says more than just ‘I missed you’. If it was at all possible to stress every syllable of a sentence, now would be the time. But who’s got time for talking when that impatient bulge grinds between your legs, the heavy, coarse fabric of Sy’s jeans harsh against your sensitive skin.

You push against his shoulders – it’s usually pointless, but he seems to have grown at least as impatient as you have, so he gets up. Four hands reach for his belt. You always make a great team, but this is madness, and neither of you are surprised you don’t get anything done this way.

“Move those hands if you wanna keep ‘em, Syverson,” you say with a sly smile on your face. He grits his teeth when you look up at him – it’s one of the things you know he loves to hate, because it drives him insane, and he doesn’t like that. Sy wants to be in control. Tough luck. Getting him naked is child’s play now that his hands aren’t in the way anymore, and you can’t stifle an appreciative moan when his cock appears in front of you.

“I’m not saying I married you for this big dick, but it didn’t hurt your chances.” You bite your lip and look up at him. The amusement at your words fades off his face within seconds, making room for something darker and more sinister than you usually get to see.

“If you can use that mouth to talk, you can use it to suck my cock,” he says. You’ve played this game a thousand times, yet you’re still stupid enough to open your mouth in protest, and he seizes the opportunity. “That’s a good girl.” There’s a hint more… savagery to his naturally dark and gravelly voice than you’re used to hearing under normal circumstances. It’s a possessive, almost animalistic sound. It’s something that used to scare you when you were first going out. Something he didn’t let you get too closely acquainted with until he knew for sure he could trust you with that side of him – the side of him that sometimes just loves to shove his cock down your throat in one smooth thrust until you’re gagging and fighting back tears. Tonight is exactly the night you want every inch of him in the exact way you haven’t had him in for the longest time.

Your eyes beg, and once again he listens. How one man can be made up of so many contradictions, is something you’ve accepted you might never find out. ‘He gently fucks your throat.’ It sounds completely insane, but it’s possible. And you know it’s possible, because it’s happening. To you. Right now. If that weren’t the case, you probably wouldn’t have believed it yourself. He’s kind and ruthless at the same time, moving in and out of your mouth with controlled movements while moans and profanities escape him with reckless abandon. His hand is tangled in your hair, gathering a good portion of it in his fist, gripping just tight enough to remind you he’s there, but not so tight you’re in pain.

“God, baby, I love fucking this pretty li’l mouth of yours,” he says, teeth gritted, eyes closed, and the expression on his face warped in such a way that tells you it’s taking everything he’s got to keep whatever composure he has left at this stage. “But I gotta tell ya,” he continues as his breathing grows more and more ragged, a low growl barely audible on the exhale, “this ain’t what I need right now.”

He effortlessly tosses you back onto the mattress, finding his way between your legs in no time.

“Baby, I want you,” he growls before he kisses you again. “I need you. Need your tight, wet, fucking pussy around my cock right now.” He doesn’t move away from you much as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders. He’ll be deep, too deep, maybe, and you know you’ll regret this in the morning – but what good has regret ever done anyone, anyway? As he pushes into you, you realize he’s on his last bit of restraint. You take one last good look at him, because after this, it’s going to hurt so good you won’t be able to keep your eyes open for so much as a split second.

“Careful,” you chuckle, already far more out of breath than you like to admit, “you’re too much for me.”

“What’re’ya talkin’bout, woman?” Sy grumbles. “I know you can take me.” He’s not wrong. Exhibit A would be the fact that he buried his cock in your tight pussy with that one, agonizingly slow thrust. The next one is neither slow, nor even remotely as gentle, making you moan as you pull his face down to yours and kiss him. Your legs are trembling on his shoulders within minutes, and you find yourself chanting his name religiously – making it just about the only thing in your life you’ve done in that particular manner.

“Good God, you’re amazing,” Sy growls in your ear as he bottoms out with every erratic thrust. You watch as his jaw clenches when you dig your nails into the flesh of his back, careful to avoid the scars – an unwelcome souvenir from his time in the army. Most of the memories of the times you accidentally caught one in the heat of the moment have faded away by now. It hasn’t happened in years. You could draw a map of his back: every muscle, every scar, every mark on his skin is etched into your brain, and will stay there until the day you die. He’s yours every bit as much as you’re his, although he likes to put a little more emphasis on the latter.

“Want me to fuck another baby into you?” Hearing him say that makes you realize how incredibly happy you are that he can’t make good on that threat anymore. Sy hadn’t been happy when you’d informed him that you were bestowing upon him the incredible responsibility of contraception after having baby number three, but appointments were made, surgeries were had and all was right with the world. He’d only pouted and moaned about shooting blanks for about six months until things went back to normal.

“Do your worst, big guy,” you tease. You heard his breathing when he asked his question, felt the sheen of sweat covering his whole, massive body as he continued pounding you into the mattress with the same relentless pace as before, only slightly wavering in rhythm… You pull him close, gritting your teeth to get through the cramp in your leg as the weight of Sy’s body forces your legs closer to yours. “Fill me up.”

“That was mean,” Sy mutters, out of breath.

“As if you would have lasted any longer!” you say as you slap him in the face with a pillow. “I was about to tap out, anyway.” Not one word of that is a lie. You wouldn’t have walked for a week if you’d let him keep going. It really was a good thing he was a little on edge already…

“Fine, woman, have your victory,” he growls as he pulls you into his arms and lifts you off the bed. “Ready for another shower?”

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Chapter 17

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,512

Rating: no one under 17. I'm not responsible for what you read. Kindly police yourself.

Chapter 17

August glanced over his shoulder into the back seat. Three weeks and two surgeries later the hospital finally agreed to let Debbie go home. She still had a long road ahead and it still didn't guarantee a full recovery and her anxiety was through the roof at times and at other times was so depressed she was nearly catatonic and a few normal days scattered in between. She was refusing to eat and in general sulking like a brat. Sy hoped getting her home would help.

Mike had been released after a week and a half. Walt had taken custody of him and Napoleon and Will were staying with them as security until everyone was jailed, including the corrupt cops. He was recovering physically but emotionally he was distant and shutting them out.

Geralt turned onto the long, tree lined drive admiring the land and imagining what it looked like in summer. He loved the country and a working ranch brought a warm feeling to his heart. He drove past the barns where a few work trucks sat along with ranch hands tending horses noting a beautiful chestnut mare before turning his attention back to the drive. Finally they pulled up in front of the large ranch style home and parked. Everyone got out, Sy helping Deb out and lifting her into his arms bridal style while Geralt and August got everyone's bags.

Deb took a deep breath of the fresh air ecstatic to smell anything besides anesthetic and medicinal scents that she'd been trapped in for weeks.

“Where's Aika?” Deb asked, seeking out their furry friend.

“She's with my sister and the kids. They are bringing her home tomorrow. “ He gently bounced her in his arms. “Where would ya like to get comfy sugar?” Sy asked as they all walked in. All the Christmas stuff was still up even though it was after Christmas now because they hadn't got to celebrate yet.

“Bath.”

“Baby,” he started but was cut off.

“Bath,” firmer.

“You want to wash off again?” He could see wanting to smell like their soap and not hospital bath in a bag shit so he started toward their ensuite bathroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed with her bad leg up and started gathering clean clothes for her.

“No Sy, a real bath.”

He turned to her. “You know you can't get your leg wet Deb. Your stitches could come apart or you could get an infection.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. “I don't care. I've not been in a bath or even a shower in three weeks!” When he arched his brow at her and crossed his arms over his chest she sighed and stood shakily on her good leg. “I'll do it myself!”

“Sit down!” He yelled and stepped forward. She sat down and blinked up at him with wide eyes. He hated yelling at her after all she'd been through but he refused to let her act out like that. “Little girl, you will not hurt yourself or cause any further injury just because you want to get your way.” He gripped her chin in his big hand and forced her to hold eye contact. “I'm gonna try to get you into the bathtub but if it doesn't work I will give you a sponge bath and you won't fight me on it. Got it?”

“Yes sir,” She agrees . “I'm sorry I yelled. I just feel so dirty and I haven't… I know I've been washed but I just

.. I still feel their hands on me and i…I just want to wash it all away.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Fifteen minutes later she was perched on the vanity in nothing but a shirt and bulky leg brace that went from her upper thigh to her ankle.

Sy was filling the tub with water when something hit him in the back of the head. “Woman,” he turned to face her, suddenly realizing it was her shirt she'd thrown and she was now sitting on the vanity completely naked. “Fuck,” he rasped all blood flow in his body going straight to his dick.

“I hope so,” She grinned, crooking her finger and beckoning him to her. When he was close enough she fisted his shirt and pressed their mouths together in a heated kiss. Sy pressed against her, hooking her good leg over his hip and she felt him pulsing against her through his cargo pants. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Are you hurting?” He asked as he wiped a tear away with his thumb.

She shook her head , eyes locked with his while she tried to get her emotions under control enough to speak. Swallowing past the huge lump in her throat she pressed her hand to his bulge rubbing it and relishing in his sharp intake of air. “You still want me.”

“What? Of course I want you Deb. You're my life.” He didn't understand how that could even be a question but he could see the doubt in her eyes. “Debbie?”

“I just,” She didn't know how to express how she felt. Like she couldn't form the words much less say them. “I…”

“Talk to me darlin’, please.”

“Sy, the water,” She pointed to the nearly overflowing tub.

“Fuck!” he ran over and shut the water off just before it spilled over the edge of the tub. He laughed but drained enough of the water that she could get in without it pouring on the floor then went back to her. Cupping her face in his hands he leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. “Please talk to me. Don't shut me out Deb. I know you remember the hell we both went through when I tried to hide my thoughts from you. I was lost in my own hell and putting you through it too. We promised to tell each other everything after that, remember?”

She knew exactly what he was talking about. When he was recovering from his POW time he felt like he was too much, not worth the work, or the love she had for him and he tried everything he could to make her leave him but she refused. It nearly broke them both. “i..I'm not the one for you. Not your soul mate anyway. You're settling for me because I'm safe and comfortable.”

Sy felt like someone punched a fist into his chest and was crushing his heart. “You're my world Debbie, my heart, my everything. I'm sorry if I haven't shown you what you mean to me. Please, give me a chance to….”

“Austin, no! It's not that at all. You treat me like a queen and I know that you love me!” She hugged him tight. “This isn't about anything you've done or not done. It's about me. It's about me not being enough. I mean family is everything to you and your mom hates me. I turned your dream ranch into an animal rescue because I needed to feel like I was doing something helpful. I just latched on to you and didn't even notice that you weren't settling down or or ,” he head was pounding.

“That I haven't given you a ring so you couldn't possibly be what makes me happy? Isn't that what Lindy told you that night at the restaurant?” When he watched her he'd dip down because she couldn't look at him he gritted his teeth. “I haven't given you the ring yet because I wanted to be sure I could be the man you deserve, that I could overcome the PTSD enough to give you a life, sugar. It has everything to do with you but not how you're thinking. I was so afraid of not being good enough I didn't show you how much I can't live without you.”

She shook her head, “No. It's not your..”

“We both said that but clearly there is a problem, sugar because you are doubting us.”

“Doubting me,” She explained quietly.

Realization washed over him and it all became crystal clear. She'd been his rock for so long he'd forgotten how she was when they first met. The chip she had on her shoulder because she felt like she had to prove she was good enough, that she could be the best at everything. He took it as a woman having to prove herself in a man's military at first but the more he was around her he realized that she was afraid to let anyone close, trusted no one to even have her six. She lived like she herself was the only one in the world she could trust or depend on. It led to a lot of being reprimanded, write ups, push ups, pull ups, and finally a talking to that finally made her see thongs from Sy's point of view about having to trust her team or they were all in danger. That was when he really started trying to get to know her in earnest, when he eventually learned about her abuse and abandonment. She'd come so far and he'd been through so much that he didn't realize she needed reassurance he wasn't giving her. He was a fucking moron.

She gasped when Sy grabbed her face and kissed her and didn't stop until her tense muscles finally relaxed against him and she was breathless. She didn't even register him removing the leg brace until he was lowering her into the hot water, careful to keep her bad leg resting on the side of the tub. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back. Sy chuckled, “Feel good?”

“So good!”

They both jumped at the knock on the bathroom door. Sy stood and went to see who it was.

“Your sister is here,” Geralt told him. “She needs to talk to you.”

“I'll be right there,” he sighed. He went back to Deb. “You stay put. If you aren't in the same position you are now when I get back I'm going to spank you until you can't sit and when that ass starts to cool down and feel better then I'm going to do it all over again and again until I feel like you learned your lesson and if I get tired I'll let Gearlt and August takeover.”

She fully intended to protest but what came out of her was more of a strangled whimper. He cleared his throat to hide his chuckle. “I'll be good, I promise.”

“I know you will, sugar.”

Sy went to speak to his sister and Debbie soaked in her hot bath. She sat still for a bit but really wanted to wash. Chewing her lip she pondered if grabbing the soap would be against the rules. Stretching her arm out she reached the soap without moving her butt at all and took it as a victory. Lathering up her bath puff she started washing herself. Once she felt squeaky clean she grabbed her razor and started shaving … everywhere. After three weeks she resembled a sasquatch except the leg and arm (shoulder) they'd done surgery on. When that was done she settled for a few minutes but quickly got bored, she was all alone after all. “Oooo jets!” Pressing the button the jacuzzi jets bubbled to life and massaged her sore muscles only with her bad leg up at an awkward angle it exposed her to the full force of the jets causing her to jerk and gasp. The pain that shot though her leg was almost instantly replaced with need as she used her finger to further expose her clit to the jet. Using her other hand she slipped two fingers into her slit working them hard and fast chasing the pleasure she didn't realize she needed so badly. Turning her body a little toward the side of the tub the jet hit the perfect spot and even though she couldn't reach the spot inside due to her awkward positioning the jet was doing the trick. Her hips slowly started to flutter as she threw her head back and whimpered through her release moving her hand away from exposing her clit as the pulse of the jet became uncomfortable. She hadn't noticed Sy come back in or even approach until she felt his fingers pushing into her still quivering hole. “Fuck!” She squealed at the stretch and shock of it.

He lifted her ass up out of the water enough to latch his mouth onto her clit and switch between sucking and licking until he'd made her cum two more times, the last time screaming out his name with a series of loud moans.

Sy got her out of the tub and carried her straight to the bed. It was tall enough that he could just bend her over the edge, carefully resting her bad leg out to the side up on the bed leaving her open to his hungry gaze. “You ready for me sugar? Gonna take my dick like a good girl?”

“Please,” he begged, trying to rub her ass back against him. She gasped when his big hand smacked against her ass leaving a burning ache in its wake.

“Be still, your brace is still off. You're in trouble as it is, little girl.” He grinned when she went still, knowing she was thinking about the spanking he told her she'd get if she moved earlier. He took the distraction to push himself in up to the hilt causing them both to moan at the sensation. “So fuckin tight for me, like your made to fit my dick.”

All she could do was moan incoherently as he railed her from behind, each thrust causing her to gasp as he pounded against her cervix. It was painful but the pull out and push in up to that point was bliss. She was losing the battle of control over her body and clamped down on him as tight as she could, wanting to give him some of the pleasure he'd Given her.

“Son of a bitch,” he growled as she squeezed him so tight he thought his brain was coming out of his cock. Reaching under her he started rubbing her clit. “Cum for me. I want to feel you come apart when I fill you full of cum.” A few more circles to her bundle of nerves and she was rutting between his cock and fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She cried as she exploded around him and he emptied inside of her, the wet squelching sound of their combined releases echoing in the room as he collapsed breathlessly beside her.

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By The Waning Crescent Moon

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

Wordcount: 4949

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

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

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

By the Waning Crescent Moon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Heat starting soon!!!*

“Yes, THANK YOU. 24 hours too late”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sy’s eyes widened before he cursed;

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

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

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

Walter nodded;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why’d you come in here?”

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

The man let out a long sigh;

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

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

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

“Sugar, i gotta see the mark…”

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

“The waning crescent…” he muttered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sy… what is it?”

“You ever been with a Were Alpha before?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Altar?! Tie me down?!”

Sy paused, his face inches from your own;

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

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

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

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

“Alpha, give me your knot, i’m ready”

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

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

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

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

“Where has she been? Who are you?”

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely”

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

“I’ll… i’ll be going now”

Tina narrowed her gaze;

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

Sy turned and met Tina’s glare;

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stabbed at the ice cream before setting it aside;

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

“Gotcha”

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

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

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

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

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

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The Night of Many Firsts

Summary: You’ve been seeing Sy for the past few months. He asks you to stay the night at his place for the first time. You decide to take him up on his offer, not knowing that tonight you will be tackling a lot of firsts in your relationship.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Shy!Insecure!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, groping, fingering (f receiving), insecure thoughts, bad self image, panic attacks, hinted plus size reader, hinted age gap, mention of male masturbation, bad writing of southern accent, excessive use of pet names- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 11.1k

Any typos are my own.

A/N: So I’ve been working on this for about a month. It took me a long time to get the fine tweaking done. I haven’t written anything for a very long time so I’m most likely very rusty. I'm a bit nervous, to be honest. This is also my first fanfic. Admittedly, this is a very self indulgent fic. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!

“No funny business, darlin’.” Sy said to you over the phone and the Southern drawl in his voice made you tremble. “Promise. Just dinner, a movie, then bed. If ya still wanna go home after the movie, I’ll drive ya.”

He had asked you to stay the night for the first time. This was big, so you did your best to be nonchalant.

“Really?” Finally, you spoke up, your brows raised in skepticism. Your tone, on the other hand, was lighthearted.

A faint smile made its way onto your lips. You seldom left Sy’s company without a few heart-racing embraces. It wasn’t hard to imagine all the sly kisses and stroking that would take place if you agreed to spend the night.

You didn’t mind, however, as his touch always left you wanting more. And he had been giving you more. The goodnight kisses you shared with him after each of your dates had become more intense.

“I swear to it.” He said, his voice tinged with mischief. “I would never tarnish your purity like that, sugar.” He purred into the phone.

Pink flooded your cheeks as you grinned shyly, rolling your eyes at his teasing comment. You paused for a second, asking yourself if you thought you could really do it. Could you really stay at Sy’s house for the night, the one man you’ve ever really, really liked?

“I’d love to, Sy.” You whispered, fearing if you spoke any louder your voice would shake. Excitement and nervousness made your skin prickle. You rubbed your one hand on your pants, the other held the phone to your ear.

“Good. Pack a bag, pumpkin, I‘ll pick you up in an hour.” He bid you goodbye before you could change your mind.

Your eyes widened. An hour?! That didn’t give you nearly enough time for you to prepare yourself for him and also pack a bag. After you tossed your phone on the bed, you hurried to take a shower where you exfoliated, scrubbed and rinsed every part of your body thoroughly. You managed to shave your legs and pits without any knicks in under five minutes. Honestly, you're not sure how you did it.

The thin nestle of curls on your pubic area taunted you. Your eyes narrowed. There wasn’t enough time to carefully and completely shave your mound, you dreaded all the bumps and cuts you would receive if you tried to do it quickly. So you settled on trimming it.

You chose a light makeup look after you finished showering. It only took you 15 minutes to apply a light coat of foundation, fill in your brows, and swipe some mascara on each pair of your eyelashes.

You were panting as you emerged from your bathroom in a robe. A half hour had already passed after you showered and put on makeup. God dammit. You still had to determine your hairstyle and your clothes. Not to mention, figure out what you were going to pack for your first night at Sy’s place.

What if tonight was the night you two sleep together? The notion entered your brain abruptly as you were pulling your hair back into a casual style that hopefully didn’t make you look too bummy. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, wondering if you were ready to give in to Sy’s advances and let him take your virginity.

You rubbed your temples as a dozen thoughts swarmed your head at once, each laced with insecurity. What if you weren’t any good and he didn’t like you? What if you chickened out and ruined what was supposed to be a beautiful moment by being too afraid to enjoy it?

All you could do was try to reassure yourself that Sy had been extremely gentle with you and he wouldn’t force anything on you. He would never do that to you. You had to admit that his soft demeanor had been slowly chipping away at the walls you built around yourself

Sy was well aware of your inexperience. Not just in sex, but just being touched in general. It had taken him three dates just to be able to hug you goodnight. It took him another three to take your first kiss. Your boundaries were always respected by him. He told you that you both could take things as slow as you want.

The thing you liked about him was that he had a way of making you want to test your limits. Maybe it was the way he gently praised you everytime you allowed him to touch you.

You fondly remembered the last time the two of you lost yourselves in a heated embrace. When you let him kiss just below your jaw, he cooed, “So sweet, sugar plum.”

“Atta girl…” He murmured when you let yourself be drawn into his arms.

“There she is, that’s my lil girl.” He declared with pride when his hands were allowed to explore the curves of your hips and sides. He might have even sneaked in a few firm squeezes of your ass.

That had made you gasp. It left you in a paradox. You always thought your ass looked weird. However, Sy’s possessive grip on it had led you to believe otherwise. For a brief moment, you thought you must have the behind of a goddess if a man like Sy was so enamored by it.

This thought soon disappeared when you looked at your butt in the mirror again. It did look weird. Why did he find it so appealing?

The passionate moments between you and Sy never went past heated kisses that took your breath away and the sensual ass grabs. You always stopped him before he could go further. No matter how hard you tried to push yourself past your fears, they always managed to well up inside your chest. It turned your mood sour, and Sy would sense it.

He always would pull back immediately, kissing you tenderly one final time. Then he would tell you how proud he was of you, how good you were for him. It gave you a sense of security. He always managed to put a smile back on your face before he would go back to normal, acting as if he wasn’t just trying to evade every crevice in your mouth with his tongue.

So what made tonight feel different? Was it the night you were going to forget your fears and sleep with Sy? Maybe this was just a case of wishful thinking. Or perhaps tonight was really the night.

You shook your head to get rid of all the intrusive thoughts. Tonight, you were going to enjoy Sy’s company. If you two end up taking it all the way, so be it.

Finally, you decided on an outfit that is presentable but still comfortable. You rummaged through your closet for your overnight bag. Another thought entered your brain after you began to pack- What were you going to wear to bed?

He knocked exactly when he told you he would. The Captain was always on time. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d been parked outside your place for the past few minutes.

You smiled when you imagined him in his truck, patiently waiting for you to get ready. What did he do to entertain himself? Scroll on his phone, listen to music, perhaps take a short nap? He always looked so tired.

“I gave you a key, y’know,” You said as you opened the door after taking a deep breath. You smiled at him, your eyes sparkling at him.

Somehow the sight of him always made your heart skip a beat.

He seemed just as excited to see you. His gaze swept up and down your body twice, before returning back to your face. When he grinned, his bearded cheeks lifted, and you swear you saw a blush appear beneath the fur on his face.

“I know that, darlin’.” His voice had taken on a deeper tone, almost as if he was turned on.

“It holds its own little place on my key ring. But I like it when you let me in. Don’t wanna invade your privacy or nothin’, doll. I’ll use it only for emergencies. Besides, the sight of you when you open that door is… soul-moving.”

His compliment made you get all bashful, but it also caused your shoulders to relax slightly. Sy did that to you; got you all flustered while still making you yearn for more of his affection. His playful growl made you giggle as he hugged you tightly.

The feel of his whiskers against your neck as he nuzzled your jaw made you want to melt in his arms completely. You looked at him as he drew back, biting your lower lip when his big hand came up to cup your cheek tenderly. Leaning into his hand, you closed your eyes and smiled at the feeling of his warm palm against your flesh.

“As much as I like to see you all flustered, lil’ darlin’, I do enjoy it more when you show me that purty smile of yours.” He murmured to you, his hands resting safely on your waist though you knew he wanted to slip them lower and grab a handful of your bottom.

You gazed at him in disbelief. How could someone as perfect as him even want to be in the same room as someone like you? This made you gulp, scared he will eventually get sick of you like everyone else.

To rid those nasty thoughts, you kissed him. You pressed your lips against his, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He melted against you. Sy’s eyes were still closed when you pulled away, a dopey grin in his expression.

“My, my gorgeous… what did I do to deserve such a treat?” He teased you lightly, his hands slipped to the middle of your back.

“Nothing… just felt like kissing you.” You blushed and smiled back.

Sy loved it when you kissed him. Of course you two engaged in a lot of lip-locking, but more often than not he was the one doing the kissing. However, sometimes you got brave and smashed your lips to his. Usually either an innocent kiss hello or goodbye. It never failed to make the army captain swoon whenever he saw you leaning in for a little “mouth to mouth action” as he put it.

“Damn. You’re gonna kill me, woman.” He growled, leaning in for another kiss while your hearts were still racing.

He sucked on your lower lip, which caused you to gasp softly. Your hands came up to fist the fabric of his shirt. You needed something to hold onto. You had to brace yourself because Sy was blowing your mind with his lips.

Too soon, he pulled away.

“Ready to go, sugar?” He asked you.

You managed to nod in your daze, reaching to grab your bag you set behind your front door. Sy grabbed it from you immediately, even though it wasn’t heavy. His other hand took yours and he led you to his truck. He made sure you were buckled after helping you up inside the cab. Then, he drove you both to his place.

You had been to Sy’s house plenty of times, usually for date nights at his place. He had always taken you home afterwards. As you approached his house, your stomach started to twist like it was your first time there. You weren’t going to be leaving after dinner. You would eventually be laying in the same bed with him, trying to fall asleep. What if you couldn’t get to sleep? What if you snored?

Sy’s place was a perfect blend of rustic and modern. Very masculine, to say the least. The exterior was a Craftsman style bungalow with a large porch attached to the front. You knew Sy liked to spend time sitting on his porch swing every morning and night, just taking in the fresh air.

His home was humble, but not run down at all. He took pride in keeping his yard clean and kept, as well as the rest of the house. Part of you wondered why he chose to reside in such a small dwelling. Sy was a co-owner of a local construction company, you knew he was doing well for himself.

Somehow though, the fact that he lived in such a cozy home had made you become less anxious at his place. When you had walked in the first time, you were greeted with a space that looked lived in. The majority of the walls were painted white, but his furniture and decor was a mixture of warm tones with refreshing hints of navy blue.

As the two of you climbed the steps to the front stoop, Sy stopped to wave at the old widow who lived next door to him.

“Evenin’, Ms. Donovan. I already put your trash can out by the curb. I also cleaned them gutters for you.” He nodded, holding your hand still.

“Oh, thank you, handsome. How kind of you.” She flirted with him. This made you giggle softly when Sy turned slightly pink.

Ms. Donovan looked at you. The woman’s brown eyes raked over your form, then landed on your intertwined hands. Her wrinkly lips pulled back in a knowing smirk.

“Well, well sweetheart. Who’s thi-” She started to tease Sy but was cut off by his booming voice.

“Well, Ms. Donovan, we better get goin’ now. Both of us gotta be up real early an’ all. We should get some shut eye.” He interrupted, tugging on your hand as he tried to head to his front door.

The old woman laughed out loud, turning away from the fence that divides their property.

“Yes, yes. I may be old but I can still get the hint. You two go have fun.” She waved her hand in a playful, nonchalant gesture.

You watched as she started to walk away on her walker. The woman’s bold words caught you off guard. You were shocked, but you also really wanted to laugh. Sy’s tugging on your hand increased in force, you could tell he was frantic to get you in the house.

You relished this moment. It was the first time Sy had ever appeared absolutely embarrassed. Your Sy, who was always so fearless, blunt, confident, and collected was turning redder than a schoolboy that was caught sneaking sweets. Sweat formed on his brow as the summer heat boiled onto his skin.

“Oh and don’t worry about being loud… I sure won't complain about the noise.” She mentioned off-handedly, as if she was unaware of how suggestive her words were.

“Thank you, Ms. Donovan!” Sy tried to speak over her, desperately tugging on your arm now as you finally started to follow with a soft snicker.

Though the whole encounter had you turning red if you were being honest.

Sy dropped the hand holding yours to dig for his keys, still holding your bag in the other. He found them, almost dropping them twice as he hurriedly tried to unlock the door. The whole time you were watching him in amusement. You managed to hide your delight though.

He finally opened the door, stepped inside and yanked you in behind him. He whipped around to face you after tossing your bag on the cedar wood flooring that covers the entrance of his house. Making sure you were out of the way of the door, he leaned in closer to slam it right behind you.

For a very quick moment, he had you pinned to the door. The two of you simply looked at each other, your faces so close that you breathed the same air. Sy blinked and reluctantly pulled away.

“I know that seemed rude of me, darlin’. Normally, I would’ve walked her to her door and made sure she got settled in alright. But I know if I would’ve let her antagonize you we would’ve never gotten some… alone time.” He said the last words hesitantly, not wanting you to take them the wrong way.

“She’s a very… Peculiar woman.” You nodded softly, biting back a smile. “She seemed very infatuated with you though… should I be jealous?”

Sy blinked at your frown, shaking his head frantically, “W-What? No, sugar, no.”

You giggled finally, the accusatory look in your eyes dropping. “I’m kidding, Sy.”

He visibly relaxed, his big shoulders falling as he let out a deep breath. Looking down sheepishly, he chuckled once. As embarrassed as he was, he was obviously loving that this was the first time you were comfortable enough to jest with him.

Deciding to be brave again, your hands slowly ran up his arms. The feel of his flesh under your palms made you want to moan. He seemed to have a permanent tan from his time in the desert. Not only that, but his skin always seems to be warm. As if he carried some of the blistering heat he absorbed from those days in the sandy flatlands back with him when he returned from the war.

Sy gazed at you curiously, but you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes followed your hands as they smoothed up his biceps, finally coming to rest on his shoulders. When you finally gazed at him again, he had a look of amazement plastered on his face. You knew he was probably loving this moment, as it was the longest your touch has ever lingered on him.

You and Sy were almost completely different kinds of people. He was calm, you were nervous. He was outgoing and you were too shy for your own good. He positively loved physical affection, you were still getting used to it.

There had been little touching from you since the very beginning. Sy was usually the one leading you into an embrace. He was usually the one who wanted to be touching you in some way whenever you were together. He never seemed to mind though. Maybe because he knew how timid you were.

However, your shy nature seemed to not be in control of you for the very first time. First, you had kissed him on your doorstep, now your hands were wandering over his shoulders and neck. Sy bit his lip when your hand cupped the back of his nape, massaging the tense muscles there.

“Bug, listen, I know you’re nervous about tonight…” He trailed off when you kissed him again.

This earned you a melting army captain in your arms. Good, you wanted him to relax. His nerves would do nothing to help your own. Your lips smacked as you pulled away.

“Whatever happens… happens.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but you inhaled a quick breath to keep your wits about you. You kissed him again, adding passion to this one.

“I trust you, Sy.” You whispered against his lips.

It seemed like he finally couldn’t take it anymore; he had to touch you. A muted growl rumbled up from his chest, the sound made your eyes widen. He kissed you deeply, his hands coming up to grip your waist. Pushing you back gently against the door, Sy dominated your mouth with his.

You were panting by now and your hands were swiping over his buzz cut to feel the short spiky hairs against your palms. He licked at your tongue and the two of you just revealed the taste of each other for a few more intense moments before a sharp bark rang through the air.

The both of you pulled away quickly. Your heads turned to look behind Sy where Aika stood wagging her tail and panting softly. Her old eyes took in the sight of you, immediately getting as excited as her aged body would let her.

Sy pulled away from you, both of your hearts slowed at the sight of his old German shepherd. He had to sigh and smile lightly, shaking his head at the dog.

“Great timing, old lady.” He murmured affectionately. He bent down to pet her side gently.

“Hi, girl.” Your cheeks were still flushed but you relaxed as you gave Aika’s ears a good scratch.

“You missed Mama, huh girl? You want her to visit more often.” He spoke to Aika, but you knew his words were directed at you.

You and Aika had just clicked from the first time you met each other. This had amazed Sy. He told you his dog had never really been interested in anyone he brought over. Apparently, she usually just layed on one of her many orthopedic dog beds Sy had bought for her whenever he had guests over.

It was often Sy had to fight for your affection when it came to Aika. He didn’t really mind though, he liked to see both of his girls getting along. However, today Sy was yearning to be alone with you.

“Dinner, girl. Time for dinner.” He gently patted the dog’s rump, speaking her favorite word.

This made Aika turn to him, panting louder as she tried to dance on her front paws.

“Don’t get too excited now, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He tried to keep his voice stern, but the sight of his old, furry friend getting amped up for her meal made him smile. Sy reached down to pet her ears.

You giggled as he walked towards the kitchen with his loyal pup following. He walked a little slower so she could catch up. He turned his head to talk to you.

“Go pick a movie, lil bitty. I’ll go and order us somethin’ for dinner. Promise you’ll like it.” He winked, knowing how picky of an eater you were.

You went upstairs to the loft den where his large TV was. Sy always liked to throw parties up here, all of which you had been formally invited to. Though, you never accepted. You were nervous enough around Sy. You couldn’t even imagine how anxious you would have been around both Sy and his friends. So, you always had some excuse made up as to why you couldn’t go. Each time you lied to him about your plans, it made you feel awful. However, you just couldn't push yourself that far out of your comfort zone.

Sy had never taken your lame excuses to heart, always telling you that he understood and that if you changed your mind he could always come get you. “I don't prefer you driving at night, baby girl.” He told you gently once. He had been planning on having a movie night with some friends and you were the first he invited.

Then, he told you that he would always have his phone on him, so if you needed anything you just had to call. This made you feel even more guilty. Could Sy even let loose at those parties if he had to worry about you the entire time?

Trying to forget those bad memories, you made yourself more comfortable and started to scroll through movies to watch. What was good to watch? Something that wouldn’t kill the mood. A rom-com?

You grimaced at the thought, those movies were always so cheesy and so… suggestive. You were nervous as is, you didn’t want to have to sit through a two hour film where basically all the characters wanted to do was bang.

As you’re settling on a PG-13 comedy, you heard Sy climbing the stairs to the den. You turned to see him enter the doorway, a playful grin on his face. He seemed proud of himself.

“I ordered from Sunnie’s.” He told you with a smirk, crossing his arms proudly as he leaned against the doorway.

“You didn’t.” A grin broke out on your face.

Sunnie’s Diner was the place Sy took you on your first date. He knew the owner’s somehow and they gave you the best booth in the house. He had chosen it because it was nice and quiet, but not silent either. The aura had been enough to calm you slightly, which he saw as he later admitted that he was glad he chose the perfect place. The two of you had a wonderful night, the food was phenomenal.

The two of you made an unspoken pact; that you would save Sunnie’s Diner for special occasions. It was as if you didn’t want to ruin the beautiful memory by indulging in it too often. What if you lost a taste for the food that soothed both your burning souls that night? No, Sunnie’s Diner meant something was going to go down. You licked your lips nervously after a moment.

“What’s the occasion?” You finally found your voice. Sy licked his lips too.

“I don't know, darlin’…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. A pearly white grin broke out on his face.

You giggled shyly, rubbing your palms on your leggings. The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, he didn’t move from the doorway and you continued to turn around to look at him as he stood behind the couch.

“I picked out a movie. Do you want to start watching it while we wait for the food?” You nodded slowly to the spot beside you on the couch.

The bull of a man needed no further permission. In the blink of an eye, he plopped down on the sofa next to you. He draped his arm over the back of the couch.

“What we watchin’, sweetie pie?” He asked you casually, looking ahead at the TV where the title screen of the movie you picked was.

You let him read the title and summary before you pressed play. The two of you were encased in silence for a moment as the movie began. Sy used the comfortable stillness between you to slip his arm from the back of the couch, laying it across your shoulders.

The action made you relax. You turned your head and gave him a beam. After scooting closer, you laid your head on his shoulder. Sy was happy with this reaction as he relaxed too, kicking his feet up on the ottoman as you curled up next to him. His lips pressed against the top of your head. Sy was very much a cuddler. You were starting to become one too.

After the food was gone, the styrofoam boxes all spread out on the coffee table, you and Sy cuddled much closer. He laid on the sofa on his back and you were laying on top of him. The both of you were very comfortable.

His thick pectoral muscles were the perfect pillow as you laid your head on his chest. His scent invaded your senses, he put on your favorite cologne. The smell was mouthwatering. A perfect combination of campfire and whiskey, with undertones of gunpowder. So heedy and masculine. Just like him.

That mixed with his natural musk was enough to make you forget the fact that your body was laying completely on top of his. Any other time you would have been worried about crushing him. Not this time, however. This time, you were only worried about losing yourself in the scent of the man laying below you.

Sy didn’t seem to be bothered by your weight on top of him. In fact it had been his idea. When he had whispered that he just wanted to feel your body on top of his, it made you flush and agree. So he was a very happy man, with his fingers playing with your hair.

Eventually when the movie ended, you yawned under your breath. Sy smiled against your hair.

“Tired, darlin?” He asked you gently.

“Just a little…” You trailed off as you sat up, watching Sy follow suit.

What now? Dinner was finished and so was the movie. It was still a little too early to go to sleep. Your heart began to beat a little faster. Were the two of you finally going to tackle one of your greatest fears? The color drained out of your face and your eyes fell down to your lap.

Sy watched you begin to fidget, quickly trying to defuse the situation, “We could go to bed if you want, sugar. If you’re tired…”

“I’m not so sleepy anymore….” You murmured almost to yourself.

It was true. Whatever tiredness you felt before was gone. Your skin was beginning to get sweaty. Anxiety rested in the pit of your stomach like an anvil. Yet despite this, you could feel the dull throbbing begin in your core as you began to imagine what Sy would feel like in your arms with his bare skin pressed to yours. You wanted him so bad…

The internal battle with your arousal and your insecurities was interrupted by Sy pulling you into his arms. His embrace was nothing but loving. Not sensual, or suggestive. Him holding you brought you nothing but comfort. Your mouth opened slightly when you felt his lips against your forehead. He rested them there for a moment, like he was trying to kiss those bad thoughts away.

He pulled away to look at you, touching your cheek. The blue in his eyes reflected pure kindness and admiration for you. His expression left you speechless. You never thought anyone would ever look at you like that.

“Whatever you want to do, sweetie pie. Your wish is my command. We could watch another movie or somethin’, I’ll let you pick again… or I can take you hom-“

You pressed a finger to his lips to stop him from even mentioning the idea of you going home. If the idea was said out loud you might not have been able to shake it from your brain. Sy anxiously waited for you to say something, watching as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

Finally, you had enough courage to let your desperation show. You had never wanted anything more than this. Though a small part of you deep down felt like running from his house screaming because this is the closest you had ever been to a person- it was over ruled by the overwhelming desire you had to give this man your everything.

“I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, Jeremy.”

The bull’s eyes widened at the sound of his first name from your mouth. This was the first time you ever spoke his name. To be honest, you had been too afraid to utter it before. This was the most vulnerable you had ever been with Sy, and you knew he could see it.

The man looked like he could have burst into tears at the trust you showed him. Slowly, he cupped your cheeks. You smiled at him, eyes closing slowly when you saw him leaning in. The kiss was gentle, his lips slowly coaxing yours to dance.

Your lip locking increased in pace after a moment. The wiggly pink muscle in Sy’s mouth came out to swipe at your lower lip. A whimper escaped your throat. You followed his lead and opened your mouth. The taste of his tongue made you leak from between your thighs. Your shaky fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, drawing him even closer instinctively. It seemed your body knew what to do as you started to move your lips quicker against Sy’s.

Both of you were overwhelmed with emotion. You let this emotion show through your kiss. The need for air was forgotten. This made the both of you dizzy, and Sy leaned into you when you both felt faint. Finally, you were the first to pull away to gasp when you felt your back hit the couch.

Black spots filled your vision as you tried to catch your breath. When they finally cleared you didn't see Sy’s face. This made you panic for a moment. Where did he go? You tried to sit up but you couldn't feel your body for a moment. When enough oxygen had entered your brain you were finally able to register what was happening.

Sy’s lips were exploring the skin just above the collar of your shirt, his head was tucked below your jaw. He had his body over your’s, trapping you to the couch. The hot little puffs of air he let out of his nose brushed down the front of your shirt and thin bra, hitting your perked nipples. A broken moan escaped your dry throat between your heavy panting.

The sound gained Sy’s attention, stopping his attack on your cleavage to lift his head. His eyes finally connected with yours again, and you shuddered. You had never seen that look in his eyes before. Dazed with heavy lust, he seemed to be having just as much trouble catching his breath as you. This didn’t stop him from leaning in to smash his lips to yours again.

You gasped slightly. How could he want to kiss again when both of you were almost dying from lack of oxygen? Nevertheless, you closed your eyes and puckered up. This was what making love was about right? Being completely vulnerable, pushing your body to its limits as the two of you lose yourselves in mind blowing pleasure. Or maybe you were romatizing the act of having sex a little too much...

As you let Sy lead you into another breath-taking battle of tongues, your mind started to wander. He would have you undressed soon… he would see every part of you. Those parts that made you grimace when you looked at yourself in the mirror. There would be absolutely nothing to shield these flaws from his wandering eyes. Maybe you couldn’t do this?

His fingers started to lift up your blouse. Oh no.

“Wait!” You pulled back to whisper frantically, your hands flying to his forearm.

He froze instantly, his clever fingers pinching the hem of your shirt. You felt the cool air against the skin of your stomach where he lifted the cotton off your flesh. The only sound in the room was your rapid panting.

You just needed to catch your breath, but you couldn’t. Sy moved slowly, like he was planning his next move carefully. Easing your shirt back down to your skin, he pulled back slightly to look at your conflicted face. The war inside you raged on again, it made you titter on the edge of a panic attack.

A whimper interrupted your heavy breathing when he tried to pull away completely. Your eyes snapped open to look at him desperately. Shaking your head, you tried to yank him back to you.

Sy finally started to breathe again. It was obvious he didn’t terrorize you completely. He let himself be held to you. As you started to whimper and pant interchangeably, he began to comfort you so you wouldn’t shut down on him. You trusted him to do that right now.

“Shhh… Shh, sweet lil girl…” He quickly pressed his forehead against yours, letting you know he was close.

You gulped audibly, tears were in your eyes. This made Sy flinch. With a wave of guilt, you realized he must have thought you were crying because of his actions. Your tears were the result of your own mind. Your stupid, betraying mind.

“Darlin’, maybe we should stop-“ His hesitant words were interrupted with the frantic shake of your head.

You didn’t want to stop, but you found it hard to go forward. Such a strange feeling.

The pitiful whimper you let out made him flinch again, your tears finally slipping. A soft, broken sob escaped you. He must have thought you were so annoying.

A pained expression paints his face. Mixed signals were being sent to him by you. As you begged to be held closer by him, you were still panting and crying like you were being terrorized. You couldn't blame him for feeling so torn.

“Breath with me, baby. C’mon, now…” He urged you gently, holding your hand to his wide chest. He breathed in slowly through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth

Together, you slowly matched each other’s breathing. Still, you clung to him. It was apparent by your squirming body that arousal still coarsed through your veins. You needed him close, holding onto his shirt as your panting slowed.

“Help me understand, darlin’… tell me what to do.” He finally whispered after your breathing calmed enough.

He pulled back to look at you, letting you both breath. You inhaled some cool air when the space between your faces increased. Your eyes closed for a moment, grateful for Sy for the second of distance. Maybe you could think now.

You tried to find your voice. It was shaky and rough, your throat still feeling swollen from your lack of breath.

“I-I… I just can’t-“ You cut yourself off with a sharp shake of your head. You opened your eyes to meet his.

“I just don’t want my clothes off.” You finally admitted, realizing how stupid that sounded.

Sy stared at you. After a moment of him gawking at you, you had the urge to try and pull away. You knew he didn’t understand, he couldn't understand. With a shaky lip, your hands lifted to try and push on his chest. You wanted out from under him now.

Completely embarrassed, you wiggled in his embrace. With your eyes red and swollen you probably looked awful. And his face was so close to yours, he could probably see the snot threatening to drip from your weepy nose. You sniffled hard.

“No, no. You ain’t getting away that easy.” He eased you back down, you let him even as you pouted. He continued to lay on top of you.

“I understand what you need, baby.” He slowly began kissing your neck again.

His touches weren’t too heated this time around. The warmth of his palms rubbing up and down your clothed sides was enough to make you relax against him. A relieved sigh escaped you. You were glad for Sy’s uncanny ability to calm you down.

“I understand that… takin’ of all your clothes off is a big step for you. Though I would love to see you naked as the day you were born, baby doll, we don’t gotta accomplish that tonight.” He kissed the skin below your ear.

“You’ve been so good for me, darlin’. I know you want to feel good. I can make you feel good. You just need to trust me, okay?” He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes shining.

Sy waited for you to nod before he made a move. He continued to praise you as his fingers trailed down your jaw, smoothing over the sensitive skin of your neck. You hiccuped, your eyes never leaving his.

“Doing so good for me, sugar. You’re so beautiful.” He dared to move his hand down to your cleavage. He nodded when you let out a gasp, encouraging you to let out more noises.

“You sound so beautiful. These here are so perfect, sweetie pie…. Can I touch ‘em a lil bit?” He husked in your ear, letting his right hand rest below your left breast.

With a keen whine, you nodded quickly. Sy took your one breast in his hand, squeezing it once. You never thought they were the right size. Luckily, he seemed to be loving them.

The tip of his nose ghosted along the top of the breast opposite the one he was man-handling. A pink tongue came out to lick at your dewy flesh. Your eyes rolled back at the feel of the wet appendage lapping at the thin sheen of sweat that developed on your skin.

His nose huffed in your scent frantically. With the way Sy was licking and sniffing at your neck and chest, you deducted your presperartion must be laced with some kind of sex pheromones. This man was acting like an animal. Little did you know this was him holding back.

The large hand on your globe disappeared for just a moment. Still, it made you whine and lift your head. When Sy liberally licked at the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, you furrowed your brows.

“‘M gon’ touch on you a lil bit, bug. Tell me if you don’ like it.” His accent was even thicker when he was turned on.

Sy trailed his now wet fingers down the front of your shirt and into your bra. His action of licking his fingers suddenly made sense when his wet fingers enclosed around the perked bud of your breast. This way you didn’t have to take your top off, but you could still have something wet and hot against your nipples.

You mewled when you exhaled the breath you were holding. When you peeked at Sy, he was staring right at you. He was obviously studying your reaction to his touch. You felt like one of his old motorcycles he liked to work on. You were also something he had to experiment with to get it to work just right, just like his bikes.

When his lubricated fingers easily swirled around your nipple, you finally had to cry out. Your hands came up to grip his shirt, needing something to dig your claws into. His drool was still hot for a moment as he teased your breast, but it cooled quickly and caused you to become even more sensitive.

Your mind was spinning as you continued to let Sy know how great he was doing by letting out obscene noises. Never once did you imagine yourself a noisy lover. He really did have a way of making you do things you didn’t normally do.

Sy rewarded your moans with his own hearty grunts and growls. The sounds always vibrated in his chest, it made your eardrums tickle when he let them off right in your ear. With each of his groans he suckled and licked at your lobe, which caused a deep shiver to shoot through you from the base of your spine. If his lips felt so good on your ear, imagine how they would have felt in other places…

Quickly, Sy took his fingers out of your shirt to lick them again. Before you could even whine at the loss, he returned them. His soaking fingers pinched gently at your bud. You jerked at the feeling, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as his calloused digits rolled and tugged on your delicate nipple.

Finally, you were able to find words, “Fuck, Sy! Please…”

He smiled. A deep growl escaped from within his chest. He ducked his face down to suck on your pulse point. Your heartbeat was frantic against the sensitive skin of his lips.

He thumbed at your nipple still, his other hand coming up to gently grasp the back of your neck. You felt your head being lifted till you were no longer leaning it back in pleasure. This made you open your eyes, shivering when you looked directly into Sy’s stormy gaze.

“Does that feel good, darlin’?” He nodded when you did.

Good didn't even begin to describe how this man was making you feel.

“Good… that’s good, sugar plum. I can make you feel even better. Will you let me?” He questioned you breathlessly.

Sy looked like a man going through withdrawals. The black pupils in his eyes were dilated, soft pants escaped his mouth, and his little pink tongue kept coming out to lick his dry lips. This man was acting as if your body was the only way he could get his fix. It amazed you that anyone could ever want you so much.

A shaky hand somehow managed to find its way to his cheek even though all your limbs felt like jelly. The muscles in your neck moved too slowly for your liking when you tried to lean your head against his. Luckily, Sy met you halfway.

The two of you simply stayed like that for a moment; your heads pressed together, with your eyes closed. As you breathed each other in, you lifted your hand to run over his buzz cut. You unconsciously ran your nails over his scalp, a deep shudder coursed through him.

This sure made your brows raise. Suddenly feeling brave, you did it again. This time he almost whimpered. That sure made you feel… powerful.

As soon as he growled again, you were back to putty in his hands.

“Bug…” It was almost a warning.

He was shut up with a passionate kiss by you. The man melted in your arms. Fortunately, this brought you both back down to Earth for a second.

“I trust you, Sy.” You whispered softly against his lips.

Sy shuddered and moaned. Those words seemed to be a one way ticket to his heart. He opened his eyes to look at you, he looked like he could cry with emotion. You smiled and stroked his cheeks. The tickle of his beard against your palms comforted you while you counseled him. His eyes closed again and you followed suit when you saw him leaning in.

Your lips were intertwined, this time the kiss was initiated by him. The taste of him was addicting, you suddenly felt like he was your fix too. Your hands came up to grip his t-shirt again. Suddenly it wasn't enough, you needed to feel his skin against yours. Without a second thought, you slipped your hand under the back of his shirt, right above the back of his jeans. Now you could feel his flesh under the sensitive skin on your palm. The fact made you moan into his mouth. The nails on your fingers softly dug into his skin.

The beast growled again. It made you want to giggle. His hand that was resting idle on your breast started to move again. Your back arched and you whimpered. The hand on his back started to rub softly. This soothed him, the kiss softening for a moment.

He encouraged you to open your eyes again so you did. Gazing at him in amazement, you hiccuped when his fingers pinched your nipple gently. It was pleasure with a delicious little hint of pain. You were throbbing.

Your breath increased again, rolling your hips desperately. Without any other resort, you whined for him. He knew what you wanted, you were sure of it.

Sensing you start to get frantic, he eased you back down with soft shushes. He pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes again. Another harsh throb pulsated through you. He nodded in encouragement when it made you mewl out loud.

“That’s it, so gorgeous. Let yourself feel, baby girl, it’s alright. Just keep those eyes on me.” He soothed you. “I’m just gonna move my hand a little lower…”

Another whine rang through the air. He couldn’t take his warm hand off your chest, you would simply die. His touch was the only thing keeping you sane at the moment.

“There, there, darlin’. I got you. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.” His breath fanned over your cheeks as he continued to look into your eyes.

You nodded for him to continue.

That hand moved over your sternum, ghosting over your stomach before coming to rest on the waistband of your black leggings. He let it lay there, putting pressure on the spot that was so close to where you needed him to touch most. You couldn't help it, you tore your gaze away from him to lean your head back and moan. He kissed you quickly to swallow the sound of your pleasure into his mouth.

“Do you trust me, baby?” He waited for you to nod. “You know you can say no at any time and I stop.” Another nod.

Sy took a deep breath. He continued to stare at you as his hand slipped into your pants. Your eyes widened when you felt the pad of his fingers touch your slit from outside your cotton panties. Another moan graced his ears.

“There she is, good girl… so wet for me.” He shook his head in disbelief, like he couldn’t believe the gift he’s been given.

He stroked your clothed little pussy for a moment. The entire time you mewled, your cheeks flushed and your back arched. Kissing you again, he slowly sunk those fingers into your panties. You felt it happening and didn’t want to stop it. You needed him to touch you there.

When his palm cupped your center, you stopped breathing for a moment. His hand was so warm, so strong. Unconsciously, your hips pushed up against his touch. He let out a harsh breath when he felt you grind against his hand. That was the permission he was looking for to continue.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby girl, I promise. But you gotta be brave for me. Can you do that?” He begged you to let your insecurities go just this one time, at least long enough for him to blow your mind.

You looked at him for a moment. This man held you like you were the most fragile piece of china. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. So you nodded.

“I will, Sy.” You responded with such sureness it made Sy shiver. His mouth finds yours.

His ring and index finger spread your puffy lower lips, his wrist resting on the curls that decorated your mound. The soft little hairs that you fretted over early in the day tickled Sy’s skin. He smiled against your neck as he worked on suckling marks on your skin.

His middle finger traced from your exposed little hole to the throbbing nub that was starting to poke out from beneath its hood at the top of your cunt. He didn't touch it though. Blue eyes watched you as you shuddered and hiccuped. Your thighs twitched.

Sy seemed to like how you were reacting, so he continued. The calloused pad of his finger traced your precious little pearl, coaxing it to swell further with a feather light touch. Every nerve in your body ignited. The spark of pleasure you felt was so raw. It made you clench down so tightly your stomach cramped. You wanted more, needed more.

A groan escaped from your throat, the heat of his touch made you lose all sense of English. How could you beg for more if you couldn’t speak? You whimpered in frustration now.

Sy chuckled, “I know what you need, sweetheart, hold on.”

His finger circled your clit once more before finally pressing. The new pressure added was enough to make you cry out.

“There you go, sweet thing. Just like that… relax and let me make you feel good.” He whispered in your ear when you let your pleasure be known. Hopefully Ms. Donovan really wouldn’t complain about the noise…

Since you still couldn’t form a sentence you let your body speak for you. The hips Sy so often ogled over rolled to try and get him to press harder. So he did.

He started rubbing firm circles against your bud, and you let the sounds fly. Sy listened to each sound like it was gospel, murmuring praises into your ear as you moaned. In the moments you weren’t kissing you, he stared at your face as it contorted in pleasure.

Your little hole was desperately clenching around nothing. Each time it did a little bit of your arousal was pumped out of it. You were positively dripping for him.

A thick finger suddenly traced your entrance. Your eyes snapped open where Sy was already looking at you. His teeth bit his lower lip, his eyes were silently asking for permission again.

Your hands came up to grip his cheeks. Your thumb smoothed out his lower lip, gently taking it away from between his teeth. Sy was rewarded with another kiss.

As your mouths mingled he sunk his index finger into you. He greedily drank down your gasp. Suddenly, he pressed his hips towards you and you could feel his hard bulge against your side. A gasp escaped you. How did he manage to hide that from you this whole time?

Feeling the solid member against your hip caused your legs to open further, almost like it was instinctive. This action made Sy growl. The finger that was resting inside you began to move, pulling back out just to sink inside again. Deeper this time.

“Fuck, you’re tight, little lady.” He huffed, beginning to repeat the action quicker.

With sweat coating your flesh, your chest started heaving. The expression on your face could only be described as blissful pain. You were giving in to your pleasure, finally. With your heart racing, you groaned as your body raced towards something. Something that you had only ever experienced with the vibrating toy you kept at home, and this time the build up was so much more intense. Though, you just needed a little more. A tiny push to get you to your peak.

He sunk a second finger into you, listening to your strangled gasp for a split second before he started drumming his thumb into your clit. The gasp was replaced by a cry. You tossed your head back, arching up as he began thrusting his fingers and flicking his thumb at a steady pace.

“Good girl, good girl. Just a little more, darlin’. I know you’re close, let go for me. Show me what you got.” He challenged you, his eyes burning with lust as he watched you squirm.

You felt him grind his hard-on against you and it just made you hotter. Everything was so warm. All you could hear was the harsh thudding of your heart in your ears. Feral sounding moans and mewls kept escaping you, you couldn’t stop them. The little knot in your stomach was going to snap. It felt scary in a way. So much build up to something spectacular, it was almost suspenseful. You thought your racing heart would give out at any moment, like you were marching to your death.

“Fuck, baby… yes, yes. Just like that. I got you, don’t be afraid.” His cooes fell to deaf ears.

The wet little noises of your cunt were the only sound in the room as the two of you both got quiet. So close, you were so close. When he curled his fingers up inside you, that was your undoing.

You sobbed in relief when the coil in your stomach finally snapped, your muscles relaxing as pure euphoria washed over you. All worries and pesky insecurities slipped away at that moment. You’ve never felt anything like it before. You clenched down onto his fingers, trapping them inside you.

The constant tension in your muscles disappeared. The normal worried furrow in your brows escaped your face, softening your expression. You had never felt such bliss before. The entire time you felt like you were floating, your arms wrapped around Sy as both your hands felt up and down his back.

The slowing of his hand was enough to work you through your orgasm. After flying high for so long, you finally began to tumble back to Earth. Sy was there to catch you, taking his hand away from your swollen pussy to wrap his arms around you.

“Such a good girl, sweetie pie. I knew you could do it, beautiful. Made me so proud.” He whispered against your hair as you caught your breath.

You listened to his words. They were meant to comfort you and you let them. Clinging to the large man, the tremors in your body slowly died down. He was there the entire time, stroking your hair.

“You okay, baby?” He asked you after a silent moment.

You nodded sleepily. When you felt something poke against your thigh, you gulped. In your lust crazed mind you had not felt how big he actually was. Sy heard you swallow, angling his hips away.

“Sorry, darlin’.” He apologized sheepishly.

“We should… we can-“ You started to babble nervously. Guilt filled you at the fact he was left this aroused.

He cut you off, “Now don’t you go worrying about that, sweetheart. We don’t have to do nothing.” He kissed you sweetly.

“Now my plan is to take you downstairs where the both of us are gonna get ready for bed. Then, we’re gonna get under the covers and cuddle. We can talk about our day as we get sleepy, maybe watch some TV. Finally, I am going to watch as you fall asleep in my arms for the first time. Which I think will make the perfect ending to the night of… many firsts.” Sy breathed out the last part, finishing his little speech with a gentle smile.

“But we will not be makin’ love until there is not an ounce of doubt left in the purty mind of yours.” He told you, kissing your forehead.

A smile broke out onto your face when he leaned his head against yours. The patience this man had for you was endless. You were ever so grateful for it.

“I like the sound of that, Captain.” You let out a content sigh before kissing him.

The two of you gently made out, like you weren’t ready to say goodbye to the feeling of each other. However, Sy must have felt how tired you were getting because he pulled away. Slowly, you reopened your eyes.

His teeth bit his lower lip. It looked like he was aching to do something. You knew that whenever Sy was aching to do something, he usually did it. Your dazed eyes watched in anticipation as he raised his still wet digits to his face.

It was jaw dropping to see Sy inhale deeply through his nose when he let his fingers linger under his nostrils. Your sensitive little cunt clenched when the smell made him snarl like an animal who just caught the scent of prey’s blood.

A deep moan sounded from the man as he opened his mouth. His eyes snapped open before he winked slyly, taking his thick fingers onto his tongue. You watched with a gasp as he sucked them clean.

He pulled them out with a soft pop. Sy laughed at the look on your face. He must have really liked the taste of you. You looked at him in tired amazement.

“You taste mighty good, lil one.” He snarled softly, his eyes soft. You melted at his words/

“C’mon, baby. Let’s sit up.” He led you into a sitting position, kissing your cheek the entire way.

You didn’t notice him slyly adjusting himself. When he pulled you up off the couch, your knees wobbled. This made him chuckle. You smiled at him shyly, blushing as you readjusted your clothes.

He led you down the stairs, then to his bedroom. After being told you could take a shower first, you jumped at the opportunity. If you were going to be laying in bed with him you definitely wanted to wash the sweat from your body.

As you undressed alone in the bathroom, you caught glimpses of yourself in the mirror. The woman in the mirror did not look familiar. This woman was positively glowing. The flush in her cheeks and dewiness of her flesh made her look refreshed. Her eyes were dazed, giving her a sultry and seductive look. The makeup on her face was slightly messed and her hair was tousled. She looked like an utter goddess.

It took you a long while before it finally set in that this woman was you.

After your shower, however, your previous confidence disappeared. You caught your reflection in the mirror again. This time the woman in the mirror looked very familiar to you. With your makeup having been removed under the water, your true self was revealed. Your skin was even in both texture and color. Every one of your flaws seemed to be mocking you as you poked and prodded at your body while looking in the mirror.

Suddenly, you pinched your eyes shut and took a deep breath. You promised yourself you were going to spend the night with Sy and enjoy yourself while doing it. With deep breaths, you calmed yourself back down. You continued to tell yourself he would still like you, even if you weren’t all dolled up.

Nausea filled you when you pictured him throwing you out because you looked so ugly. This thought had to disappear quickly. You hurriedly got dressed and opened the door.

When you hesitantly came out of the bathroom in your pajamas Sy was sitting on the foot of the bed. His spine was straight, he was trying to occupy himself by watching sports on the TV in his room. The muscle in his thigh jiggled slightly as he bounced his knee. The Captain was tense. You pouted nervously and wondered why. His body language made you even more anxious than you already were.

His head snapped up when he finally noticed you. The expression on his face softened. This comforted you a little, but he was now gawking at you. Your heart almost broke when his face morphed into a grimace. However, your woe was cut short when he let out a soft groan and he pressed on his groin. Suddenly, you understood.

This man was still very, very much aroused. You glanced down at his lap as your cheeks turned pink. His bulge was starting to show again and you could tell that it never really disappeared. He must have tucked it into his waistband. That had to be so painful.

He blinked when he realized you were looking at him. You smiled bashfully. The fact that he was still aroused after seeing you looking like a bum amazed you. It made you feel all tingly again as you looked away when his gaze became too much for your weak heart.

He stood up, wincing slightly when his cock was squeezed tighter. As he approached you, you noticed he was walking just a little funny. This poor guy was really uncomfortable. Still, he smiled at you before laying his lips onto yours.

It was like he tried to swallow you whole. His mouth flooded yours, drinking down your tired but aroused little whimpers for a second before pulling away. Sy took a deep breath. He let a dopey, innocent grin spread out onto his face.

“You look absolutely stunning, sugar.” He told you, not leaving any room for debate as he breezed past you towards the bathroom.

“Watch some tv, darlin’. I’ll be out soon. Don’t fall asleep.” He turned back to you to wink. “You don’t mind if I listen to some tunes, do you, sweetie pie?”

You shook your head to the innocent enough question, still dazed from the kiss. Sy always liked to listen to music. Usually rock or county.

Fortunately, you were allowed to catch your breath once he closed the door. You got to work on browsing through the channels while Sy got to work on choosing a song and hopping in the shower.

With the sound of the water and the old rock song he chose, you didn’t hear his grunts as he fucked his fist and worked himself to completion.

When he came out of the bathroom he was in sweats and a different t-shirt. He looked more relaxed, his cheeks still flushed from his shower. A deep, contented sigh escaped him.

While Sy was still steaming from the hot water, you had gotten chilly. He chuckled when your eyes flicked over to him, the covers pulled up to your nose. The bed was still perfectly made. You had carefully crawled under one side of the comforter after you started shivering.

A blush rose to your cheeks, making you warm enough to pull the blanket off your face. You could only manage to peep out one little statement.

“I got cold.” You gazed at him shyly.

“I see that, darlin’. Mind if I crawl in and warm you up?” He grinned, raising his brows.

You had to smile at his playful demeanor. Sy always managed to find a way to make the situation less tense for you. A nod signaled him to get into bed. The man who was usually the one giving the orders followed your direction without a second thought. Lifting the other end of the comforter, he slid into the bed smoothly.

Aika was already asleep, curled up on her dog bed in the corner of the room where Sy could see her. He gazed at the pup for a moment to make sure she was alright before his eyes landed on you. The only light in the room was coming from the TV where some 80’s sitcom played. Sy looked surprised over the fact that you actually knew about this show, considering it aired long before you were born. His grin flashed in the dim lighting. It looked like he was getting tired too.

“C’mere.” He grunted sleepily.

The big, gruff man tugged you closer without a second thought, laying on his back with you draped halfway over his body. He seemed to like the feeling of your weight on top of him.

You cuddled up to his clothed chest, playing with the collar of his shirt absentmindedly. The scent of your body wash now decorated his skin. This made you smile, almost flattered that he used it. A soft yawn escaped you, your body sluggish from your own orgasm.

He chuckled. “Go to sleep, sweetie pie. I’ll keep you warm. We can do our lil pillow talking in the mornin’.”

You knew he was disappointed that you two wouldn’t stay up talking. However, the both of you underestimated how tired you would be after your climaxes. He grinned, kissing your head as you laid it on his chest. The sound of your breathing slowed shortly after, Sy knew you were asleep when you started snoring softly.

Completely unbeknownst to you, he continued to watch you as you slept.

A chuckle escaped him. You had never looked more adorable. Your eyes closed, your lips opened slightly as soft little breaths puffed out of them. Drool even gathered in the corner of your mouth, effectively creating a wet dot on his shirt. He knew if you were aware he saw you like this you’d be appalled.

So for now, it was his own little precious secret. A secret that comforted him as he closed his eyes finally, drifting off to sleep. His loud snores soon mixed with yours.

For the first time in many years, Sy didn’t have any nightmares that night.

A/N: So there it was, my first ever fanfic! I hope you all enjoyed it, please let me know what you think. Credits: Divider- @firefly-graphics

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hope-to-hell · 9 months

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Captain Syverson Masterlist

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In the Present Tense

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Sy and the Sex Tape

Care Package

Nova

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Daddy’s Princess Fairy

pairing: Husband!Dad!Sy x Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: Sy comes home to his newborn babygirl and wife after his last ever deployment, and he’s desperate to meet his tiny twin, and get into his wife’s panties (Dilf Sy) likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶

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“Daddy’s nearly home booboo, he’ll be out here any second now” Y/n cooed bouncing her baby girl in her arms, the two month old softly snuggled against her mama, the both of them waiting at the entrance of the military base along with the other families. Her eyes tracing each body that left the aircraft, her breath hitching when she saw her big hunk of a man step out, his head shaven but his beard grown rough and long. God he looked filthy but so sexy.

Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.

“Fuck pumpkin, missed ya n’ your sweet self s’much” He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughter’s head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. “And this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syverson” Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.

“She’s stinkin’ adorable, i’d say jus’ like her momma but i’m seein’ frowns on her already” Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witch’s heart melt. “She missed you, anytime you wasn’t on the phone she’d cry and whimper until I played your voicemail” Y/n explained tucking Penelope’s bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddy’s arm.

“Awk babygirl you break ma heart, m’not leavin’ again, I can’t do it- that’s me done” Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. “Damn right you aren’t leavin’, we still need to give our bubby a brother” Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldn’t let go of his finger.

“Babe, jus pull your finger out come on” Y/n laughed as he shook his head, “no can do sugar, don’t want my babygirl thinkin’ am leavin’ her again, can’t be her first heartbreak”

“If ya let go i’ll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her nap” It hadn’t even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driver’s side of the pickup truck. “Now ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down ‘er” Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.

“Yup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syverson” Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, “Jesus woman didn’t ya read the sticker on the car? There’s a baby on board” He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.

“Forgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yours” He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. “Yeah? What else did ya miss” She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.

“These other lips down ‘ere” Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. “No you didn’t”

“I did” She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. “Nuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to play” She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road

“Alright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep pronto” Sy whispered into his baby’s tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. “Princess fairy queen? Really Sy?” He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.

“I need my little girl to know she’s the best of ‘em all, n’ that means callin’ her every nickname on God’s Earth so she knows how much ah love her” Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.

“Now was that from me or you?” Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; “Tell ya what bubby, you’re definitely your daddy’s daughter”

“Yeah there’s now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cube” Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Sy’s sake she didn’t need changed, well not yet anyway.

It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.

“Momma, you spoil me too much” Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.

“Irish twins?” Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. “I’d give ya irish triplets if it were possible” He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.

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Curious

Prompt: Possessive & Rough, Mutual Masturbation from @martha-oi (x) Thank you!

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 3.1k

Warnings: Smut, masturbation (m & f), fingering, thigh riding, pearl necklace... or pearl jewellery, I don't know, it is what it is, descriptions of body fluids, rough kissing and touching.

Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mate and reader @nashibirne , your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.

If this feels a bit rushed, thats because it is. I'm supposed to keep these around 500 words, but you know... Its Sy, I love him. I'm sorry, I hope its enjoyable anyway.

I'm sorry, but I barely had time to read over it, it was edited by me, on the fly there will be errors

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The normally quiet Camp was full of men shouting insults, off-key singing and dirty r’n’b lyrics. Part of you wanted to join them, but you thought it wouldn’t be appropriate. Not only because you were the only woman on base, it was also because you were a journalist, and you knew that despite having access to all areas of the base and free reign to follow the team on any and all operations, in the end, you weren’t one of them.

Still, you are curious, it is in your nature. So you sneak down the hall and peek into the raucous room. The sight that greets you makes you smile. The men are dancing like no one was watching, a bottle of something being passed between them, glow sticks stuck in helmets or held in their hands like microphones that two or three of them sang into.

You watch a few moments, taking note of the differences in the faces and body language. You had been embedded with them for a month, seen them laughing and joking, but this is the first moment that you truly saw no lines of worry on their faces and no tightness in their shoulders.

A small glimmer of jealousy ripples through you. It isn’t that you resented the guys having a good time and relieving some stress, it is more the fact that you had no such outlet. You are the outsider here, the ODA was a tight unit that you would never be a part of. However, you would be leaving in a few days, back to the comforts of home, while these men would still be here for months, you know you shouldn’t begrudge them these rare moments of levity.

Sighing, you back away, leaving the men to their fun. You barely take three steps and you walk into what feels like a brick wall.

Two large and strong hands gripped your shoulders and stopped you from falling on your face. They turn you around quickly and you’re face to face with the Captain.

He stares into your eyes, studying you and you can almost see the calculations and assumptions he’s making. His fingers dig into the flesh of your upper arms, his grip is firm but not tight, still you don’t think you would be able to pull away if he didn’t allow you to.

Without breaking eye contact, he nods in the direction of the room. “You joinin’ the party?”

You shake your head. “I was just leaving.”

He lets you go. “Good. My guys need to blow off some steam. Can’t do that when they’re worried ‘bout slipping up and sayin’ shit that’ll end up splashed all over the papers.”

You roll your eyes.

He lets out a grunt that is half amused and half annoyed. “You better get outta here ‘fore they notice you.”

“Have you forgotten that I don’t answer to you?”

“Have you forgotten that I don’t give a shit?”

You open your mouth to retort but he gives you a curt nod and turns, swaggering down the hallway like he was John Wayne or something. You watch him walk away and not for the first take a moment to enjoy the view. He may be a bit of a prick to you sometimes, but the sight of his tight ass and thick thighs straining his camo pants and broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt, sure make forgiving him a hell of a lot easier.

Abruptly, he pauses at the door to his room and looks over his shoulder at you. “You comin’ or what?”

Heat floods your cheeks as you see him smirk at catching you staring at him. It’s also not the first time you’ve been caught checking him out. To be fair though, you’re fairly certain you’ve seen his eyes linger a little too long on your breasts before. You never called him out on it though, in fact, you kind of liked it.

You lift your chin and clear your throat before asking, “Where we going?”

His smirk grows. “To blow off some steam of our own.” He doesn’t wait for a reply before he goes into his room.

“Cocky bastard,” you mutter. You follow him, your curiosity getting the better of you once again.

He’s standing next to his bed, a similar bottle to the one the men had in one hand and two glass tumblers in the other.

“Close the door,” he says, that smug grin still on his face. He places both glasses on his desk and starts to pour.

You warily close the door and your skin prickles and a restlessness starts to build in your joints. You look around the room, trying to appear calm so Sy doesn’t notice your agitation.

“Is this how you normally blow off steam?” you ask. “Drinking alone?”

“Honest answer?” he asks, handing you a glass.

You raise your eyebrow at the amount he poured. Jesus that much would knock you on the floor. He sits on his bed, backing himself into a corner so his back leans against the wall and takes a sip of his drink.

“Off the record?”

You roll your eyes and follow him to his bed, mirroring his position on the opposite end and raise the glass to your lips.

“I usually drink with the guys for a bit then come in here and jerk off,” he says so deadpan that you gasp, causing you to inhale a not too insignificant amount of liquor.

You cough hard, tears coming to your eyes as you try and catch your breath. Sy’s large hand thumps you between your shoulder blades, then starts to rub your back.

“Shit, for a minute there I thought you were being serious,” you rasp out when it doesn’t feel like every breath burns your trachea.

“What makes you think I’m not?” he asks just as seriously as before and just as deadpan.

He’s close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. The hand that was on your back is now on your shoulder, the tips of his fingers caressing the back of your neck.

You turn to look at him to gauge his seriousness. His blue eyes sparkle with their usual amount of mischief, but instead of the accompanying grin, the tip of his tongue peeks out from between his lips. It disappears into his mouth followed swiftly by his lower lip which he sucks on briefly then he drags his teeth over it before it returns to its rightful position.

You turn away quickly, your breath comes in hard. God, what would that look like? It’s not like you hadn’t been curious. You’d never seen a man do that before, not in real life anyway.

Equally as hard as your breath is the hand that wraps itself around the nape of your neck, the fingers working deep into the muscles.

“I have to go,” you say.

You stand quickly. Too quickly. The ground spins around you as waver and you throw an arm out to steady yourself with Sy’s shoulder.

He stands with you, his hands firmly on your waist as he draws you close.

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” he says roughly. He lifts your chin making you look into his eyes that burned with a fire that rivalled the one growing between your legs. “Stay here. With me. No one’ll notice, not tonight.”

He was so close, his warm breath tickles your lips and smells like mint and alcohol. You inhale deeply through your nose and smell soap, barely a trace of the usual hint of sweat. You study his features, something is different, there’s none of the usual traces of dirt or sand. You look down at his shirt, it’s clean.

Holy shit.

“You planned this?” you say. It’s part question, part accusation.

For the first time this evening he hesitates, his eyes dart away and licks at his lips.

“So what if I did?” he says eventually, bringing his gaze back to yours.

“I’d say you were one sneaky and presumptive bastard.”

“Sugar, you say the sweetest things,” he chuckles.

Scowling, you try to look away but he holds your jaw firm and walks you backwards until you hit the wall.

“Don’t fuck with me li’l girl,” Sy says in a voice as rough and jagged as gravel. “I’ve seen you watchin’ me, eye-fucking me, pressing my fucking buttons. You knew what was gonna happen when you walked in that door tonight, don’t pretend otherwise.”

“Maybe I just like riling you up,” you say, pushing your hips into his. “Maybe I like knowing that when you blow off steam, you’re thinking of me.”

“Now who’s bein’ presumptive?” Sy grins.

“I’m not wrong though. Am I?” It’s a stab in the dark really, but as you slowly sway your hips, and brush against the front of his pants Sy clenches his jaw.

“Not one bit,” he admits through his gritted teeth.

“Show me then,” you say.

Sy’s brows draw together and he leans his head back. “Show you what?”

You reach between Sy’s legs, palming him gently until you find him. You cage his cock with your fingers and press against his semi-rigid length with the heel of your hand.

“Show me how you blow off steam, Sy.”

“You fucking with me?” he asks, cocking his head.

You shake your head. “Not one bit.”

“You wanna watch me jerk off?”

“Uh huh. You’ve made me curious.” You press your hand against him again and you grin when you feel how much quickly he’s thickening in his pants. “Seems you like that idea too.”

He groans and leans into you, rubbing himself against your hand. Then your eyes widen as he reaches between your legs. Your breath leaves your lungs in a rush as his palm presses directly over your clit.

“I was thinkin’ more along the lines of us blowin’ off steam together,” he says, resting his forehead against yours, your noses touching, your lips a hair's breadth away from his.

“We can,” you say softly, your lips so close to his that your lower brushes the whiskers on his chin, “I’ll let you watch me, if I can watch you.”

Sy’s chest works hard as he thinks it over. He takes half a step back and runs his eyes over you, then closes the distance again.

“Okay,” he says, “but I want to see everythin’, no clothes on, no hiding.”

You slip out from between Sy and the wall. He says nothing, but he follows you as you back away until your legs hit the edge of his bed. Although your heart is working overtime and you can feel its pulse everywhere, its strongest between your legs. You want this, want to see the man in front of you on equal footing with you for once. No more of this power play between you, he’d be as vulnerable as you are.

Without overthinking it, you lift your shirt over your head and stare at Sy as you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra.

Sy curses and starts to toe off his boots while pulling his shirt off. It was a race to the finish, and it wasn’t long until you’re both standing naked in front of each other. Sy’s eyes are wild as he takes you all in and his hands work into fists at his sides. You take the time to look at him too from the vast expanse of his chest and the thickness of his shoulders and arm to the way his body tapers to his waist. Your cheeks burn as your gaze drop lower and see his cock, thick, smooth and so fucking hard.

Sy moves, taking your jaw in his hand he kisses you, his lips hard against yours. His arm works its way around your back, drawing your body close to his while his hand grabs a handful of your ass.

You turn, repositioning the both of you until Sy is back up to the edge of the bed and you keep leaning into him until he takes the hint and sits, pulling you down with him until you’re sitting astride one of his thighs. He takes you with him as he climbs onto the bed. Your tight and pebbled nipples graze his chest and your pussy drags over his thigh as he gets comfortable and rests his back against the wall. The feel of his hard muscle and sparsely haired skin against the hot and wet skin between your legs makes you moan.

His mouth is on yours again. His lips work against yours, nipping, licking and sucking, while his hand works its way down your neck to your breasts. He groans and digs his fingers into the soft flesh, his palm rubbing and massaging.

You push against his shoulder that is all bulky muscle, and pull away from his kiss. His eyes are wild and hungry as he moves to follow your lips.

“No,” you say, lifting your head away from his advances.

He growls and the arm around your waist tightens, his fingers are bruisingly deep into your hip.

“Show me,” you whisper.

Taking his hand off your chest, you place it around his cock. Then you lean back, resting your weight on outstretched arms behind you. You rock your hips slowly, dragging your throbbing and wet pussy over his thigh, grinding your clit against him..

“Oh Jesus,” he groans, “fuck that’s… Oh fuck.”

His eyes are feral as he looks over your stretched body like he can’t decide where to look. His hand starts to move while he rakes you, his fist stroking up and down the length of his cock. Part of you longed to touch it, to feel the skin that looked so soft while it slides over the hard, thick core beneath.

But watching him touch himself is enthralling. He is brutal with himself, his fist slapping hard against his body on the downstroke and his hand chokingly tight on the upstroke. His voice rumbles in his throat, sounding almost like a constant purr.

His free hand is on your ass again, helping you along as you rub yourself against his thigh. You’re so wet, your arousal glistens on his leg and you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy as you slide over him. Your thighs tighten around him as they start to shake, you’re not going to last much longer, the feel and sight of him is just too good after all this time.

“Come ‘ere,” he says hoarsely, wrapping an arm around you until your body is flush with his.

Your knee brushes against his sack and he lets go of his cock a moment to clasp your thigh drawing you close until your thigh is almost crushing him. His hand reaches for your nape and pulls your panting mouth down to his, and taking advantage of your parted lips he slips his tongue between them to stroke, massage and explore.

His thigh falls away and you whimper at the loss until you feel his palm cupping you. The roughened texture of his hand feels even better and your arms encircle his neck as you kiss him back and slide your tongue over his.

“Oh fuck,” you cry as one of his thick fingers slips inside you and immediately curls.

The pressure feels so good that you cover his hand with yours and push another of his fingers inside you before you tighten your legs until you trap his hand and roll your hips over it.

“That’s it, baby,” Sy encourages, “Use me. Make that tight li’l pussy come all over my hand.”

You shake, your whole body trembles and tightens as you breathe hard into Sy’s mouth. His pupils are so big, his eyes look as dark as the ocean at night as he stares up at you. His free hand moves to your chest, seeking out your nipple and rolls it between his fingers. You shiver at the feeling and your nerves are on fire as it moves through your body and slams into your clit.

“Harder,” you gasp.

Sy takes your tight little bud and pinches, before giving it a jerking twist. You bite down on his lip as your body shudders and your pussy starts to throbs sending pulses of heat ripping through your body.

“Fuck yeah,” Sy growls as he watches you cum, hardly feeling your teeth in his flesh.

He waits for your body to go lax before he moves and lays you on your back. He grabs his cock again and resumes his brutal beating as he holds himself over you, watching you bathe in the afterglow.

“Where do ya want it?” he asks in a voice that’s thick and guttural.

You shake your head. “Wherever you want,” you say, breathlessly. “My face. My tits. My cunt. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

Sy lets out a string of curses, his hand moving so quickly it’s nothing but a blur. You lift your knee until it presses against his balls again. His eyes go wide and raising himself to his knees he frees his hand to hold you to him.

“Fuck!” he bellows, his face going red as the first hot jet of his release splashes over your neck and chin.

He grins, and half chuckles as his body jerks with each stuttering release as he paints your body with white ribbons. He squeezes himself, forcing the last of his cum to leak out slowly over your pussy.

He stares at you, his face still split into such a wide smile, that it makes you giggle too. He chuckles freely as he reaches between your legs and using his thumb, spreads his cum over your pussy.

“Stop that,” you laugh as he brushes your still sensitive clit.

“Shit baby, look so fuckin’ pretty right now.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Uh huh. How about cleaning me up?”

He leans over and grabs a small hand towel from the footlocker of his bed and starting at your chin, he carefully wipes up.

When he’s done, he cups your cheek and kisses you. It’s nothing like the kisses he’d given you up until this point. It was soft, gentle, almost loving.

When he pulls away he looks at you expectantly, like you’re supposed to say something, but you’re at a loss as to what he wants. He doesn’t seem to mind though because he lowers his head and kisses you again.

You wait for him to break the kiss again and throw your legs over the edge of the bed.

“I should go,” you say.

Sy’s hand grips your shoulder and pulls you back down. “Stay. Sleep here.”

You start to protest but Sy is suddenly on top of you, silencing your objections with a deep, hard kiss.

“Stay,” he says and you stiffen at the command in his voice.

He must have felt your reaction because his next word is softer and more of a plea.

“Please.”

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