Summary: Watching a war movie before bedtime was a bad idea.
Pairing: Syverson x Female Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, a little bit of angst and war scene (please don't read if it is triggering in anyway)
A/N: Soft!Syverson for the first time. I swear I cannot get enough of our favorite Captain. This fucker man has been living rent free in my head since I watched Sand Castle. Also, the song inspiration was Tonight by Zayn.
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Title: Love Me Tonight
I watched from a distance as Sy ran behind a blown up car and took cover from the oncoming barrage of bullets. He was in his Kevlar vest, his head covered with the helmet and various other weaponry attached to different parts of his body. I felt my heart race as I saw him wiping the blood dripping from under his helmet on his face, sand and dust matted to the dried sweat on his arms.
I stood frozen to my place, unable to move closer to him. Sy occasionally stood up from behind his cover to fire his rounds and hid behind the remnants of the metal body of the vehicle. Why am I here? What is happening?
"Fire in the hole!" Someone shouted and I noticed the unmistakable outline of a grenade on the ground, mere inches from where the Captain hid.
"Sy!" I shouted out to him and in a hurricane of sand, the grenade went up, throwing me far away from where my husband was.
Gasping for air, I sat up on the bed. I felt the blood drain from my body, my hands going cold. I frantically looked around searching for the desert sand, searching for my husband.
But the familiar surrounding of our bedroom-the blue curtains that we had picked, the asymmetric design that we had painted together on the wall and the photo frame from our wedding on the dresser, greeted my erratic mind.
I climbed out of my bed, the vivid imagery of the war zone replaying in my mind, as the faint sound from the TV came from the living room. I rushed towards the sound, my heart still racing trying to distinguish between reality and the nightmare.
I came to a halt when I saw Sy, dressed in a casual tshirt and shorts, lounging on the couch.
"Did I wake you up?" He asked, concerned eyes staring back at me.
The tears escaped my eyes with no control of mine. I nearly ran towards Sy and climbed on him, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around him. I wanted to feel his warmth to know for sure he was here, in flesh and breathing. I dug my face in the crook of his neck as the sobs unleashed, shaking my body as I held him tighter.
"Babygirl," Sy wrapped his strong arms around my waist, holding me close to him. "What happened?"
I had no idea if I was crying because he was alive or because I had just seen him die in my dream. Sy ran his hands up and down my back, soothing me and rocking me slightly as my sobs turned to silent sniffles. I knew watching a war movie before bedtime was always a bad idea, but I had never thought it would manifest itself in my mind in such a frightful manner.
"Baby," Sy began but I pulled my face away from him and planted a hurried kiss on his lips, silencing him. His lips stayed unmoving against mine for a second, before without another word he pulled my head closer to his with a hand entangling in my hair.
The sweet taste of my Captain, his own mingling with the beer he must have downed sometime ago, assaulted my senses. The musk of his body, gentle and manly at the same time, tingled my nostrils as Sy pulled me closer to his body.
I reveled in the feel of his tongue, dancing against mine as he deepend the kiss. I clutched the nape of his neck, feeling the rough buzz of his hair under my fingers. When it got harder to breathe I pulled back sucking at his lower lip one more time. The drying lines of my tears stretched at my cheeks as I gulped in air from my open mouth.
Sy's face, soft and tender, unlike the hard skinned man he was in day-to-day life was like a breath of fresh air. I touched his face, the hairs of his beard rough against my skin. He leaned into my touch, his blue eyes looking heavenly deep as he waited for me to say something.
"Make love to me," I whispered, afraid he might disappear like the dream.
"Anything for my babygirl," Sy placed both of his hands under my bum and stood up effortlessly with me in his arms. I kissed him again and he made his way back to the bedroom, the TV forgotten emitting the sound of a commercial.
As gently as he could, Sy placed me down on the bed. I watched as he pulled his tshirt up over his head and discarded his shorts too, climbing on top of me in the nude. I usually slept with only my nightgown, but tonight I had only worn an old tshirt of Sy's, his scent still faintly lingering on the fabric.
Sy took my lips in his again, pulling the hem of my tshirt up, removing it and throwing down to join his clothes on the floor. His cock, hardening with every passing moment, laid heavily on my stomach. Sy placed kisses on my neck, his hands roaming over the peaks of my breasts. The coarseness of his chest hair rubbed against my skin, sending little sparks of desire to my core.
I moaned as Sy took one of my nipples in his warm mouth, sucking at it, while his other hand tweaked the other nipple. I arched my back, feeling his cock lying on top of my mound. My pussy was wet and I wanted to feel him inside me. He let a hand graze down the length of my torso, his touch feather light as it travelled down to my folds. I whimpered as his fingers teased my entrance, rubbing over my slit before them slipping inside me.
My breath hitched as he began moving his fingers inside me, hooking them slightly. He nipped at my breasts, sucked at the skin leaving faint marks over my chest. My toes curled as his thumb circled over my clit, rubbing it simultaneously with the movement of his fingers.
I wasn't sure if it was the silent desperation in me to feel him, but with a few strokes of his thumb on my clit and I came with a rambling of his name rolling out my lips like a prayer. I gathered my ragged breaths when Sy brought his hand to my waist, his fingers wet with the juices of my arousal.
Hooking a leg underneath me, in a swift move, Sy flipped us over so as I was straddling him.
"Ride me, baby." He said, his hands planted on my hips. His blue orbs glinted in the soft glow of the street light outside our window, entering through the sheer curtains.
His cock laid agianst his belly, thick and throbbing with its slit glimmering with the beads of precum. I took him in my hand, moving my hips up and guiding him near my quivering hole.
"Unnghh," I moaned as I lowered myself on his cock, the girth of his member, spreading my insides with its thickness. I let it travel deep in me, reveling in overwhelming feeling of my pussy being filled up by him.
Sy grunted as he sheathed inside me completely. His mouth fell open, his labored breaths like a symphony to my ears. He gently tugged at my hips with his hands and I began moving. His cock slid out of me before I brought down myself on him again.
My breath hitched every time his cock hit the sweet spot, the tip teasing the apex of my womb. I placed my hands on his chest as I set a rhythm to move my hips.
The moans and groans escaping from our lips filled the silence of the night. Sy's dick pulsated inside me and I could gather with the scrunching of his face that he was nearing his release. But then the Captain grew impatient, pulling me by my arms towards him, wrapping his around my waist. I wound my arms around his neck, cradling his head, while he placed his on my bottom and lifted my hip slightly so he could thrust inside me.
"Sy... Oh..." The frantic thrusting of his hips meant he was close. I placed my forehead against his, watching at his narrowed gaze looked up at me. "Come...inside m-me," I said between breaths.
I closed my eyes as Sy's fingernails dug in my skin, his balls slapping against my ass as he thrusted repeatedly. With a hiss and a low groan, Sy's cock convulsed deep within, shooting his seed as my insides clenched around him.
I rode him for a few more thrusts as he came down from his high, gasping to catch his breath. With his dick still inside me, I laid against his chest, my legs still straddling his hip and buried my face back in the crook of his neck.
The beating of his heart, strong and fast, drummed against his chest, syncing perfectly with mine. "Did you have a nightmare?" Sy wound his fingers in my hairs, gently massaging my scalp.
"Yes." I mumbled, remembering the horrid details again.
"What was it?"
I pulled away but was still close enough to feel his warm breath on my face. "It was in the desert... You and there was... Gunshots and then-" I closed my eyes, feeling the tears beginning to sting my eyes. "There was an explosion."
"Oh, baby," Sy wound his arms around me, holding me tight against him. "You don't have to worry about that, anymore. I am not going back." He kissed the tip of my nose. "I'm always going to be with you, now and forever."
SHORT SWEETS - A little recommendation list for short fluff stuff that gives you all the good vibes.
With Henry
Do you want kitty fluff? I, for one, can never get enough kitty fluff, so we might as well call in the help of fluff-queen @sweetdreamsofgelato to bring in the big guns paws with The Cat’s Meow.
Not tickling your fancy? Perhaps The Head Scratcher does. It’s a lil’ Sunday drabble I wrote, starring, you guessed it: a head scratcher.
Another thing that gets you the good vibes? How about this short but hilarious Elmo edit by @dancingwendigo -- I’m trying not to laugh, but even now I’m editing this at 11 at night I’m sniffling so hard. 😸
We all know that Henry likes to bring a bit of Geralt home AND that he can be one annoying, teasing, oaf-of-a-bear. Shortstack by @deathonyourtongue has you running around the kitchen island just to get him out of his Geralt-gear 😅
Henry gets back from a project and wants to make sure you know that it’s The Little Things I Miss by @penwieldingdreamer
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With August
What can make the baddest of ‘em bad boys be good? Well, apparently, it’s Cheesecake by @onlyhenrys (the queen of soft!august drabbles, if you ask me)
And August with a kitten? ((Can you tell I’m crazy about cats, yet?😄)) This mini-series by @killjoy-assbutt-1112 always gets me all fuzzy and warm with joy. When August Is Away.
With Walter
Wait, Are We On A Date Right Now, mr. Marshall? That’s a very good question, especially after you’ve offered the frowny faced detective some help with his trouble-making daughter. A fic by @onlyhenrys
Not even The Great Wall Of Pillows can keep the grumpy bear at bay when he has to stay the night, by @promptandpros
With Clark
If you fantasise about growing old with this Smallville boy, read this sugary sweet Clark Kent Imagine by @let-us-imagine.
Or do you need a Super Koala Hug? Get your domestic fluff on with Koala Grip by @ozarkthedog
With Geralt
For all you pumpkins, biscuits, bunnies and kittens, I offer you the sweetest Geralt I could find: Your Scent I Love by @iloveyouyen.
With Sy
Big burly man versus tiny ball of floof? Who wins? Place your bets now-now-now! *voice fade-out* -- Sy vs. the Kitten by @thetaoofzoe
Gracie Girl - Dad!Syverson, need I say more? I cherry-picked one, but do check out the other Sy fics of @its--fandom--darling, because there’s SO much goodness to choose from ❤️
And with all those kids planned? You better be getting a nice Birthday Surprise by @littlefreya
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Artworks by me
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🔥Also: Please add your own recommendations in the comments!! The more fics, the merrier! 🔥
