Dec 30, 2020
Cold Moon of December...
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Cold Moon of December...
of blanket forts and mischief
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader
Prompt: Blanket Fort
Rating: R for Smut and Language, (Thigh grinding, neck kisses)
18+ only please
“Pleaseeeeeee,” you beg, pushing your lip out into a pout.
“Why do you need to build a blanket fort?” your boyfriend, Sy asks.
“Because, um, because I wanna be cozy and watch movies, specifically with you?”
He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
You nod, “Yeah and maybe we can get up to some mischief?”
A slow smirk slips on his face. “What kind of mischief?”
“The usual kind,” you murmur, walking your fingers up his broad chest and then shooting him a wink.
Sy looks at you and shakes his head, “Fine, I’ll help you build a blanket fort.”
You gasp and push up to kiss his lips, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
He kisses your lips, “You’re adorable.”
You bite your bottom lip, “I love you, Sy.”
He brings a big hand up to cup your chin, “I love you too, darlin’.”
You turn your head and kiss his palm. “Come on, the quicker we get the fort down, the quicker I get to love on you,” you murmur, looking up at his with big eyes.
He licks his lips. “I like the sound of that, baby,” he drawls, huskily.
His voice sends a shiver down spine. You turn and tug him towards the living room, you can feel his gaze on your ass as you lead him down the hall. You let go of his hand and start to pull the blankets from the rack behind the couch as Sy grabs the chairs from the kitchen. Together you make quick work of building the exterior of the tent. You fill it with an air mattress and all the pillows from the small guest bedroom. Sy fetches your laptop as you string up the twinkling lights throughout the interior of the tent.
Sy grunts as he crawls into the entrance. “Fuck, I’m getting too old for this.”
You giggle as you slide onto the mattress with him. “My old man,” you murmur, affectionately running a hand over his bearded cheek.
He leans into your touch and sighs happily.
You giggle, pressing close to him and opening the laptop. “What shall we watch, baby?”
He nuzzles into your neck and sighs, “Can we watch Die Hard?”
“Ok, but I’m picking the next movie and I pick Pride and Prejudice.”
He sighs, “I fuckin knew it.”
You giggle, “Admit it, you like it too.”
“I’ll admit that it’s better than those Hallmark movie that you make me watch and that’s all I will admit,” he murmurs, nipping your neck.
“I’ll take it,” you murmur, pulling up the movie.
“Press play, baby girl,” he murmurs, nibbling on your ear.
You shiver once more and press play.
Sy is on you immediately, littering your neck with affection before he sucks a hickey on your neck.
You can’t stifle the moan that breaks from your lips as you slip the laptop onto the floor and turn to face him.
He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pulling you onto his lap with strong hands and making you straddle his thighs.
You run your hands through his growing curls and sigh into his mouth. He slides the two of you into a horizontal position, rolling you onto your sides before slipping a thick thigh between your legs.
“Wanna feel you grind your pussy on my thigh, baby girl,” he rasps, licking his lips.
You moan and roll your hips, groaning as he flexes this thigh under you. “Shit, Sy,” you gasp, clutching his shoulder as you roll your hips again, setting a steady rhythm.
“that’s it, darlin’. Make yourself cum on your captain’s thigh and then I’ll take real good care of ya,” he mutter, pinching your nipple through your shirt.
You arch into him and moan again, “Sy, please.”
“I told you what ya gotta do, Bug,” he murmurs, kissing your lips.
You whimper as move your hips faster, chasing your high.
“I can feel you soaking my thigh through those little panties of yours, bug. I’ve barely done anything. Is that what you wanted the whole time, get me in here and completely ignore the movie?”
You whimper once more and stiffen in his grasp as you cum with a gasp.
“So pretty when ya cum, baby,” he says, with a smirk.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” you sigh, burying your face in his chest. He runs a hand over your hair.
“Just getting started with ya, Bug,” he murmurs, capturing your lip in another heated kiss.
Yeah, this was going to be an amazing afternoon.
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Location: Graveyard Time: Morning, December 29th Status: Closed, for @rottentothecarrow
Bran hadn’t dared to leave the flowers on Mrs Nott’s grave during the funeral. Partly because there had been so many people and she didn’t know her that well personally. It wouldn’t have been proper to push herself forward to throw some sad flowers into the hole that was now going to be her body’s home forever. Partly because floriography wasn’t unknown in the Wizarding World, and the idea to attach herself to Lily Evans’ regret seemed wrong.
But the thought had not left her head, not even days after. Weeks. She didn’t want it to haunt her for months. So one morning she returned, to the family graveyard that was not just the Nott’s family but every branch of respectable pureblood families that somehow interconnected to a large trunk called the Sacred 28. She found Mrs Nott’s grave easily. It was still clean. White. Untouched by time and buried grief.
“Hi,” she said, carefully, quietly, uncharacteristically respectful. “I know we didn’t know each other well, but I’m sorry. For ... this. My mother says you deserved better, and I-, I don’t know if I know enough about you to agree but-, but I know your child does. Um...” She cleared her throat. “He’d deserved to grow up with a mum, is my point. I guess. And I’m-, I’m sorry he won’t. Not-, not that it was my fault but-...” She shook her head. What was she even doing? She held up the flowers, as though for Mrs Nott’s closed eyes to see. “Brought you these. I hope you like them. If not, I guess there’s not much you can do about it, aye?” A shaky laugh.
By Morgana, what was she doing?! Unceremoniously, she dropped the flowers on the pile of dirt. Because that was what this wall, all of it: a pile of fucking dirt.
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