summary: Baby Ellie has her daddy wrapped round her little finger, but so does her momma. After-all they’re his pretty girl (smut)
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“Hey pretty, c’mere and give me a kiss” Sy cooed nuzzling into his wife’s side on their bench swing in the backyard, his hands rubbing over her exposed bump which was housing their second baby. “mhm okay” She gave in ultimately giving him a soft wet kiss, having to push him away for a breath. “D-da d-da” Both their heads turning to face their 1 year old babygirl, who was settled on her play mat out in the shade.
Aika rested her head on her paws whilst on the play mat, letting baby Ellie rest her body against hers, ultimately using Aika as her backrest. The Syverson family was spending this nice summers day out on the porch, with Ellie clad in only a diaper just to keep her cool. “Yes my gorgeous girl, ya enjoyin’ bein’ out here with your momma and dada?” Sy cooed slipping off the bench and onto the mat a few feet away, Ellie was holding up her own bottle as she drank away, her other hand reaching up for Sy’s hand.
Ever since Ellie had seen the effect of the word ‘da’ on her daddy, she’s been using it ever since as a sign of a beck and call. “Da, da da” The soft curled bundle of joy tottered away from Aika’s body and wobbled her way onto her daddy’s lap. “Aren’t ya jus’ precious sweetpea, you n your mama n’ baby brother” Sy growled peppering kisses all over Ellie’s face until she started giggling and had to push his face away.
“Sy stop it and give her a chance” Y/n giggled watching, knowing damn well her babygirl loved giving out kisses too, Ellie’s lips already pouting out to land kisses on her daddy’s beard covered cheek. “mwah da” Ellie babbled happily, her curls bouncing with her, her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her standing up. “Wow babygirl, best kiss av ever gotten” Sy gasped hugging her tiny body to his immediately, carrying her onto his lap again.
“Da-da baba?” Ellie pulled away looking up with her innocent doe eyes, picking up her empty bottle up to her daddy, another small pout playing on her lips. “N' here I thought you wanted to cuddle with dada” Sy playfully scoffed settling Ellie down by Y/n, their babygirl wasting no time in cuddling on her mama’s lap, her head resting on her chest, her tiny hands feeling the baby’s kicks; her eyes twinkling watching Sy walk inside with her precious baba.
“got daddy wrapped round your lil finger baby” Y/n smiled nuzzling her head against her baby’s, pressing a big kiss on her cheek as she rocked her gently. “One baba per request” Sy said rocking back into the backyard, shaking the small lukewarm pink bottle in his hand, testing the temperature on his wrist before he handed it back to his little precious petal. “mm baba dada” She said handing it back to him.
Sy smiled picking up the tiny tot and sitting down beside his wife with Ellie laying across his lap as if she was a newborn again. His hands steadily holding the baby bottle to her lips as she suckled softly, her naturally wide eyes peering around the garden at all the different birds before settling on the baby blues of her dad. One of her hands reaching behind her for her momma and the other holding onto Sy’s hand that was holding the bottle.
“Think she’ll go down for a nap soon?” He smirked looking up to his wife, that same playful lustful loon in his eyes whenever his eye caught hers, his head leaning down to kiss and nuzzle against the side of her face like a possessive bear cub. “Oh yeah she’s your daughter Sy honey, fill her belly and she’ll be knocked out soon enough” Y/n swooned, leaning her body towards him as her hand patted down his soft stomach and body.
“See look her pretty lil eyes are already closing, must be the cool breeze helpin cool her down too” Checking her nappy was still clean, after about 15 minutes Y/n had burped and lulled her babygirl to sleep, ultimately leading her to put her down in her crib. Turning on the baby monitor and adjusting the room temperature, Y/n left the room slightly ajar as Sy and her retreated to hanging out in their shared bedroom.
“I ever tell ya how pretty you are? Especially when you’re full n’ round cus a’ me” Sy poses on the bed like a girl, his feet swinging in the air as he lay on his stomach, his hands cupping his face whilst he just stared at his wife. “Yes loverboy, you tell me at least every hour”
“That can’t be right, i’ll make sure to say it every minute then” He joked rolling onto his back, guiding her to sit on his lap, his hands immediately clasping around her body to cage her closer to him. “But seriously you are just gorgeous, jus’ how do you get even more beautiful the more life goes on” Y/n soon found herself feeling hot and bothered the more compliments and kisses she received, not to mention the subtle ass squeezes Sy had managed to squeeze in between his monologues.
“Stop it Sy please” She whined carefully tracing his brow with her thumb, trying to distract herself from looking into his eyes which were desperately trying to catch hers. “What can’t I pay my pretty mama compliments? I’m havin’ to stop myself ‘ere” Growling lightly he slightly jerked his hips up, letting her feel his hardened cock through his grey sweatpants, his torso bare. “Fuck Sy”
“I know baby m’sorry, I can’ help it, anytime I see you, smell you or hear you, the little guy gets excited n’ needs ya” Rubbing up her back soothingly under his shirt she was wearing, he felt her slowly start to shift herself back and forth on his lap, her wetness starting to leak through her thin cotton panties to create a darker stain on his pants. “Oh baby what are ya doin?”
“I need somethin Sy, seein’ ya be such a good daddy to Ellie and how you’re just so fuckin’ sexy it actually kills me” She suddenly broke out into a curse, seeing Sy basically move around the house was like porn for her, seeing him tend to the laundry and housework? She was about to bend him over if she could. Seeing him try his absolute best to lighten her load, even taking his babygirl Ellie out on his walks just so she could have some peace and quiet.
“You gonna use me baby? Get what you need momma, so fuckin’ pretty like this, my perfect angel, got my cock all swollen jus by bein you” He pushed back some of her hair away from her face, her expression furrowed as she quickened her pace knowing it wouldn’t be long before Ellie woke up again. “Y-you make me feel so good” Moving her underwear to the side she let her bare sensitive pussy rub against the fabric of his sweatpants, the head of his cock peeking out of the band as per her request.
“Hold on pretty-“ He gasped pulling down his sweatpants to his thighs, letting them feel each other’s skin as they humped against each other lovingly. Her swollen lips parted to hug around his shaft, covering his length in her slick wet juices, the lewd sounds filling the bedroom along with her whines and whimpers; the both of them being careful to not be so loud. “So soft” He would whisper out as his thumb caressed her sensitive nerve, watching her face contort whilst he stimulated her clit.
“You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Can feel it, come on baby I want it so bad” He whispered against her neck, his lips inching upwards until they reached hers. His tongue slipping into her mouth engaging it in a wet spit filled kiss, keeping her quiet. “M-m gonna come Sy” She whispered urgently feeling that band in her stomach grow tighter, with it eventually snapping once one of Sy’s paws wandered up to tug and rub at her hardened nipples. “Aww baby you did so good, m’ so prouda you pretty, makin’ yourself feel good on your man’s lap” He cooed in between grunts as he tugged at his hardened shaft to squirt ropes of cum onto her pussy.
“You proud of me” Y/n smiled hazily leaning back, massaging his cum into her pussy, her eyes peering at him as he brought her back in for a sloppy make-out session, leaving both their chins shiny with spit. “Fuckin’ best thing ta ever happen to me”
(this fic is not proofread)
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PSA: Haven’t updated in so long but i’ve honestly just been enjoying my summer🫶Hope you enjoy this Dad!sy fic
@cynic-spirit asked on my post here for Fluffy!Sy fic. I decided to start a new post to try to gather some steam to get them recommendations. Here are mine in no real order other than how I found them doing a search. Please add more in comments/reblogs and I will continue to update this list as we go.
Loopy by @pterodactylterrace <<<< Possibly my FAVORITE ALL TIME FAVORITE SY FLUFF!!
The bear and his honey by @gummydummy19
Sweetest things by @mayloma
Syverson Family War by @viking-raider
A Year in Apartment 6B by @gummydummy19
Untitled Mother's Day Fluff by @geralts-yenn
Three-Jump Cowboy by @peyton-warren
Buns in the Oven by @littlefreya ( i cant believe I forgot this one in my original post!!)
More Angst than Fluff but I love them anyway:
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by @ellethespaceunicorn
The Bell Tower by @thesaucynomad
List of Sy Writers, Alphabetical (mainly so I avoid duplicates) but not inclusive of all Sy Writers:
@angryschnauzer
@beck07990
@cardierreh15
@captainsy-cookiemonster
@deandoesthingstome
@dungeonpuppykai
@ellethespaceunicorn
@feralrunaway
@geralts-yenn
@gummydummy19
@hope-to-hell
@imyourbratzdoll
@keanureevesisbae
@jamneuromain
@just-chirpin
@littlefreya
@loganbcrnes
@martha-oi
@mayloma
@mrsevans90
@notabronte
@oddsnendsfanfics
@peternoonewantsthat
@peyton-warren
@poledancingdinos
@pterodactylterrace
@raccoon-eyed-rebel
@ramp-it-up
@rmtndew
@shellyshellshell
@shewriteswhenthewordscome
@sillyrabbit81
@sweetandgentlecreature
@swiss-mrs
@thelastsock
@thesaucynomad
@thezombieprostitute
@viking-raider
@winter2112rose
@witchersmistress
@wolvesandhoundshowltogether
Disclaimer:
Do not mean any offense to anyone not on the lists above. This is meant only as a start! Will build as more folks provide more stuff.
Also check comments for more recommendations. I did not add stories that were added below to the above list. And a number or writers provided links to their master lists.
Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?
Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader
Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).
Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut
Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing, NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.
Sy poured three mugs of coffee, setting one gently down in front of you as you glared at him, he did a piss poor job of hiding his smirk which infuriated you even more;
“SY!”
“I’m sorry honey, but as this is the first time i’ve seen you angry and i know i shouldn’t laugh, but that is the cutest angry face i’ve ever seen”
“It really is” Mike added from the far end of the kitchen table, his feet resting on the chair next to him as he pushed another slice of toast into his mouth.
“No. You; quiet”
Sy pulled your chair out, rested a hand on each armrest and leant forwards;
“I’m genuinely sorry about the surprise of finding a stranger in my kitchen, but you really do have the cutest face when you are angry”
Before you could get another word out he pressed his lips to yours, and your rage dissipated to the point you deepened the kiss, the world slipping away around you until you heard a quiet cough;
“I’m still here ya’ know guys”
You and Sy pulled your lips apart as he rested his forehead on yours;
“I just got a premonition of what it's going to be like in our household in twenty years time when our own smart ass kid can’t take a hint to get lost”
Mike laughed as Sy pulled away and sat next to you, tossing a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl in the centre of the table;
“Uncle Sy, I just spent far too many hours on a bus to get here, walked cross country so Dad didn’t see me, had to break into your house as you seemingly forgot I was coming. I’m staying here, at least in this chair. If you two wanna go fuck i’m not stopping you”
Sy took a deep breath;
“Jesus Christ, you are just as infuriating as your Dad was growing up”
Mike grinned and you could see the likeness between him and Walter. The dark hair and sparkling eyes, but also the slightly lopsided grin. You could only imagine the hearts Walter broke when he was Mike’s age.
“So Mike…”
“Yeah Sweetcheeks?”
“Why are you in town but hiding from your Dad?”
Mike looked at Sy and back to you;
“He didn’t invite you?”
Sy turned beet red and suddenly got flustered;
“I been kinda busy Mikey, i completely forgot about it if i’m being honest, plus we had other more important stuff going on which is why she’s staying here” Sy looked to you; “It’s Walter’s 40th Birthday this week. Trying to get as many of the old family back together as a surprise”
You nodded;
“Ahh I see. Thus the covert operation of Mike staying with you”
"Precisely" Sy nodded; "So errr… whatcha doing Thursday evening?"
"Nothing as far as i know"
Sy smouldered; "Wanna come to Walter's surprise party?"
You smiled, genuinely feeling relieved for the first time in 24 hours;
"I'd love to" you leant forwards and pressed a kiss to Sy, only for Mike to cough.
"Still here"
Letting out a deep sigh, Sy turned;
"Get used to it kid. I'm crazy about this woman."
-
After a shower you settled some essentials into the drawer Sy had emptied for you for when you stayed the night again in the future, before packing the rest. As you climbed into Sy's truck he gave Mike instructions to chop a pile of logs ahead of taking a nap, climbing into the driver's seat he smiled at you;
"I can guarantee he'll only do one of the two instructions i just gave"
Laughing quietly you smiled at Sy;
"The nap?"
"Honestly? With Mikey you never know. Even though he has probably been awake 48 hours he is just like a freaking ball of pure energy so he'll probably end up chopping the entire wood pile"
"So, you're the mean Uncle? Putting him to work" You said with jest
Sy laughed;
"It'll be easy for him, he works part time at my brothers sawmill in Portland, he's told me that Mike will literally go out on his lunch break from his IT department and chop through a couple of tonnes of logs just for fun… and posing on tiktok"
You nodded and unlocked your phone, scrolling through instagram until you found the thirst trap reel of Sy doing exactly the same, peeling off his shirt halfway through;
"Oh, you mean like this?" Turning the screen to him and you watched the blush rise through his face to the top of his ears.
“That’s completely different. And is not a thirst trap, it was a hot day”
“There’s snow on the ground”
“I was getting hot”
You smiled;
“It made me hot too” you said quietly, your comment almost immediately followed by a rumble of tyres of gravel where Sy wasn’t paying attention to the road and had pulled onto the verge.
“Whoops”
For the rest of the short drive to your cottage Sy paid attention to the road, pulling onto the driveway as the gravel crunched under the tyres of the truck.
“Never gonna be able to do a surprise visit with this gravel” he commented
“That’s the whole point”
Sy paused as he rounded the truck, considering your answer;
"I had never thought of it in that way. Now it makes sense"
"The fence too, and the roses and briars. Hostile architecture. Anyone tries to climb over the fence its so old and rickety that it's clear it'll fall over, likely tipping you into a patch of thorns"
You unlocked the door and deactivated the alarm, waiting for the three beeps before stepping inside and dropping your bags on the floor. The house was quiet, flecks of dust floating in the beams of sunlight that fell in puddles on the wooden floors. Sy stood in front of you, pulling you into his arms;
"So, what are your plans for today?"
"Lunch with Tam later, and I guess trying to find a gift for Walter?"
"So… no plans for the next few hours?"
You could sense the hopefulness to Sy's voice, and you could feel your body respond to the idea he was silently suggesting. Slipping your hand into his you turned and led him up the stairs, an appreciative hum as he realised you had agreed to his unspoken suggestion.
Stepping into your bedroom you felt like a Jane Austen character about to be ravaged by the handsome suitor, a bang of nerves nudging the arousal from top spot, Sy picking up immediately on your change;
"Are you ok? We don't have to…"
"No, I still want to. I'm just not super experienced in bed. You'll be the second guy i ever slept with"
Resting his hands on your upper arms Sy pressed a kiss to your forehead;
"Numbers don't matter. I wouldn't care if you had been with one or fifty before me"
Hooking his finger beneath your chin he tilted your head to meet his kiss, starting tentatively at first before it rapidly got heated. His hands cradled your face as you pulled his t-shirt out of his shorts, pushing it up his muscled torso. Digging your fingers gently to the wide chest, he pulled his shirt over his head before practically ripping your dress off, his hands moving to cup your breasts, feeling the soft flesh beneath the lace. Reaching around he deftly unhooked your bra with a practised skill, tossing it aside. You dragged your fingernails down his stomach before flattening your palm and slipping it into the waistband of his cargo shorts, feeling the rough bush of hair which his happy trail climbed from.
"I need you so bad" he admitted, taking hold of your other hand to rest against the obscene bulge tenting the front of his shorts.
With a sly smirk you moved your efforts to unbuckling his belt and unzipping him, letting the garment fall to the floor with a heavy thunk where his pockets were weighed down with keys and change. Just as you were going to get your hands back on him he surprised you by lifting you up and tossing you onto your bed, his big hands pulling your panties down your legs before he lay between your thighs, his mouth immediately on your pussy.
“Sy, I need you… I need you inside me”
He looked up and smiled;
“I know Honey, I need to be inside you too, but i gotta loosen you up first, don’t wanna hurt you”
“Ohh” you relaxed and let Sy go to town, enjoying the feel of his wide tongue and soft lips skillfully bringing you to the edge before you came. It was a soft and gentle orgasm, a starter to the meaty and filling main course that would follow.
Sy climbed up your body, peppering your skin with kisses before he settled between your legs. The weight of him was a comfort, thick corded muscle surrounding you at your most vulnerable, safe in the cage of his arms. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You found yourself instinctively squirming beneath him, the feel of his hardened shaft nestling between your soaked petals.
"Eager, aren't we?" Sy teased
"Please Sy, i'm ready"
Pushing himself up you watched as his positioned the fat tip at your entrance then paused and cursed;
"Fuck… protection…"
Your eyes went wide. In the past you had been on the pill but had stopped that as soon as you'd left James. Without any desire to even consider dating up until Sy you certainly weren't prepared;
"I don't have any…"
"When is your period due?"
"Umm…" now was not the time for your head to be considering your calendar; "By the end of the week"
"Okay… I can pull out, you should be past ovulating, right?"
"'Bout a week ago i had my ‘hungry horse’ three days, so yeah" referring to the short period of time when your appetite suddenly ramped up after you had ovulated.
Sy looked deep into your eyes as if trying to see any doubt;
“Are you sure about this?”
You were so turned on you probably weren’t thinking straight, your pussy making the decisions for you as you hooked your legs around Sy’s butt and pulled him closer;
“I need you inside me now”
“Okay okay, baby, relax for me”
Sy reached down and positioned himself at your entrance, his attention darting between where your bodies were about to be joined and your face, gauging your reaction as he slowly pushed into your welcoming body.
“Holy motherfucking…” Sy cursed as he stretched you out, yet his muttered words floated away as you were overwhelmed by the feel of him inside you.
You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath until Sy pressed a single kiss to your cheek and spoke softly;
“Honey, you’re gonna have to relax otherwise i’m gonna cum sooner than either of us want”
“I am… I'm trying to. I’m just waiting for the pain”
Sy paused;
“The pain?”
“Yeah… when you hit my cervix”
He held himself up on one arm as he softly cradled your cheek with his big hand;
“Oh Honey, I'm not gonna do that. I’m fitting just fine and don’t need to go any deeper, Hell, I ain't got no more inches to go deeper anyway. I’m guessing your ex was longer? And didn’t care that he hurt you?”
You nodded;
“But Sy, you’re not small, James was really long but really narrow…” you smiled up at him; “I like the feel of how thick your cock is, it feels really good”
Sy pressed a single kiss to your lips;
“Oh I'm not worried about my size Honey, I know I got a good deal. Now, how about I make you feel even better? How ‘bout I show you why girth is better than length?”
You smiled at him and nodded, to which he reached his head down and pressed a kiss to your lips before he slowly rolled his hips. You could feel the smooth slide as his cock rubbed against your inner walls, each ridge and vein caressing you whilst the bulbous crown curved up and cushioned against your g-spot. Resting your hands on his muscled back you let pleasure take over, suddenly realising just how skilled Sy was as a lover.
As the senses of summer filled the room you felt a bliss like you had never before. Muted light coming in the windows, the scent of the garden blooms in the air. Birds and crickets in the distance were the only sounds beyond those the pair of you were making. The air was thick and heavy, another summer storm brewing rapidly but the heat only made your lovemaking more intense. Almost every sense was fulfilled except taste, your subconscious deciding to go for the whole set as when Sy rolled his hips and filled you again, you craned your neck and instinctively licked the side of his neck, tasting the sheen of sweat that had appeared on his skin.
“Oh Honey, you wantin’ a taste?” Sy muttered menacingly; “You ain’t the only one”
Gripping your hips he pushed up on his knees, never pulling out of you as he rocked his pelvis, but your ass was resting on his thighs as he widened his stance on the bed. He slid one hand into the small of your back, supporting it as you arched your spine, his other hand resting on the bed beside your head. The angle gave him enough room to continue to fuck you as he kissed and sucked at your breasts, taking a mouthful of titty before switching to the other.
As the room grew darker you could sense petrichor in the air, that impending humidity before a storm broke. Sy growled as he felt your body tightening, and as his sound faded away a rumble of thunder followed as if an answer.
Shifting, Sy straightened his body, kneeling on the bed as he gripped your waist with both hands, rolling his hips with each thrust;
“C’mon baby, cum for me, i’m getting so fucking close, let me see you cum for me”
You were already so close you didn’t need Sy’s words, but as your hands instinctively reached for something to grip onto you felt your fingers straining against the cotton fibres of the sheets as your final barriers dissolved and your orgasm finally crested. Lost on a wave of utter bliss you were in a haze of euphoria, the world around you no longer existing apart from the groans of Sy as he came too.
You missed how Sy watched you in all your beauty, chewing on his lip as he placed his hand over your abdomen and could feel as his cock pumped ropes of cum into you. Thoughts he would never share surged through his mind as he knew gravity would be flooding your widened cervix with his seed, and it was if he could feel the searing heat he’d filled you with warming his hand through your body. Mesmerised by the notion he would see your belly swell over time he was lost in the moment, before you reached for his hand, your palm sweaty;
“Sy… lay with me. I need you to hold me”
As if coming out of a trance he shook his head before tenderly pulling out of you and moving back, setting you softly down before he curled around your body at your side, cupping your cheek and turning you until the tips of your noses met;
“Fuck me, that was amazing” he muttered.
-
Later you were both showered and redressed, Sy holding an umbrella for you as he escorted you back to his truck to drive you into town for your lunch with Tam. Pulling up to the kerb outside Antonios’ he killed the engine before jogging around to the passenger side, opening the door and holding his hand out for you, smiling kindly when he glanced at your shorts;
“No dress incidents this time”
“I’ve learnt my lesson”
Taking your hand he walked you up to the outside patio where Tamara was already waiting for you, giving her a smile and nod before placing a kiss on your cheek;
“Have fun, i’ll call you later”
The pair of you watched as Sy returned to his truck, smiling and waving as he drove off before Tam rested her elbows on the table and leant forwards;
Plot: sweet nothing moments with Sherlock, Walter, Syverson and Ari.
Tags: cursing, HEAVY FLUFF, a hint of sugardaddy! Ari if you squint, mentions of social anxiety, PTSD, trauma, emotional exhaustion, slight dependency to alcohol, loneliness
[A/N: Inspired by Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift]
Sherlock: they say the end is coming, everyone’s up to something.
He won’t ever admit it but sometimes everything gets just a little too much for Sherlock.
It’s a disease, he thinks – this running mind of his. For all the glory it has brought him, it had also carved a hollow, ever-screaming void in his brain that just won’t lay in peace.
“The end is coming!” It screams.
“Everyone is up to something!” It warns.
“You can never let your guard down,” it whispers.
He has learned to leave with it. He thought he would have to die with it.
And yet, a single brush of your hands over his beading forehead blew all the noise away.
[The rest under the cut.]
“Shall we depart, my darling?”
He stares up at you, your gentle hands now at the back of his head, gently rubbing it. Softly lulling his demons to sleep with no more than a smile.
It was as if you knew – well, of course, you knew.
The way Sherlock knew anything about everything – it was you that knew everything about him.
His kind, gentle, caring wife that seemed to know nothing about just how easily she crushes the barbed wires around his mind. If it wasn’t for you, he feared that he would’ve lost hope of the rest of his life.
For all the horrors he saw on the daily you were the one good in humanity that made it all worth it.
“So soon, Mrs. Sherlock? Your husband’s the guest of honor!” the rambunctious mayor bellowed, a burst of piercing laughter that would be annoying on his best days and just unbearable today.
You giggled, the fake ones you have masterfully crafted to show to everybody else but him. Only your true side was shown to him.
“I’ve been of poor health, these days,” you faked a weak temperament. “My dear husband has been accompanying me in my isolation to recuperate but we just couldn’t miss this joyous occasion. We are so grateful, aren’t we, dear?”
A smile broke through his defenses as he stood up from the chair he swore nailed him to the ground to gently take your hand and kiss it. “Of course. But I do fear we’ve stretched my wife’s bedtime quite thin enough, good sir.”
After hearing of such excuse the good mayor couldn’t help but let both of you go with the promise of sending his wife’s healing soup first thing tomorrow.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbled in your ear as you lay on his chest while the carriage gently rocked you to sleep.
“Hmm,” you cooed. “Carry me to bed, okay ‘lock?”
You barely waited for his answer before you dozed off in a quick sleep not that you needed to. His response was always the same as the vows he had uttered on the most joyous day of his life.
He lives his entire life to serve your every waking need and deserves your love.
Maybe the voices are right.
Maybe the end was coming … but perhaps it could wait until he’d tucked his darling wife into their bed.
Walter: I find myself running to your sweet nothing.
In his haste to get home, he damn near punched a hole through the door.
It was a tough case that ended in the worst possible outcome.
He knows he did everything right and that he couldn’t protect everyone from everything but seeing one dead body after another just doesn’t get easier no matter how much he tries to pretend it does.
He was hopeful that a good glass of his darkest whiskey would help bat the inevitable nightmares away.
But the soft footsteps caused by a pair of bunny slippers with a familiar silhouette was a better substitute.
“Honey?” you beamed, your steps quickening as you roped him into a hug. “You’re home.”
“I …” It’s not that it was unwelcomed but he hadn’t expected his girlfriend of 4 months (5 this upcoming Monday) to still be in his house when he had left it late this afternoon after an emergency call from the station. “You’re still here?”
You nodded, pressing a kiss on his lips that had him reaching for more but you were already dragging him into his bedroom and ensuite bathroom before he could say anything else.
“Go on, I tracked your phone and started heating up the water when you left the station so it’s warm.”
There were scented candles in corners of the room that shined a gentle hue, the steaming water was beckoning his name, and a single glass with a bottle of whiskey sat on a side table at the floor.
“Join me?” he asked, but you shook your head to his disappointment.
“Not tonight, baby,” you answered, as you helped him out of his shirt and pants. “I still have to prepare everything for your massage.”
He smirked, brain already dropping to the gutter. He might be tired but not he’s not that tired. “I get a massage too?”
He had already forgotten his shitty night as he stared into your glimmering eyes.
“Only the best for my man,” you giggled, letting yourself be roped into one more kiss before you were scolding him to get into the water.
“Hey,” he called out just as you turned to leave. “Keep the door open, I wanna see you.”
You seemed to ponder it before nodding.
“And (Y/N)?”
“Yeah?”
Maybe it was the running water filled with your gentle touch or the look in his eyes that held nothing but sweet adoration for him. But all his armor fell down all at once and he bared himself to you.
Uttering the three words he had swallowed for the past months.
“I love you.”
Syverson: outside they’re pushing and shoving. You’re in the kitchen humming.
He was in the dark but he could hear it -- could feel it.
The shots, the screams of anger and terror, the whizzing in his ear that just never seemed to go away. It’s a dream. He knows it’s a dream. But the fearful adrenaline was all too real.
Suddenly it went dead silent … a gentle tune tuning out the nightmare.
The darkness got lighter, the heavy feeling in his chest gone as his beating heart calmed. He opened his eyes.
He was home.
The wood in the ceiling, the smell of something roasting in the kitchen, and the familiar tune with an even more familiar voice he could’ve listened to his entire life echoing through the walls of his house.
“Shit, you’re awake,” you giggled, clearly just a bit tipsy from the empty glass of wine on the kitchen island you were sipping on when you weren’t pulling him out of the darkest crevices of his mind. “Just five more minutes, bear. I’ll set up the plates – no, don’t stand up! I got it! Just relax for a bit!”
If it was any other day he would’ve insisted to help but he knew that after that dream he needed to ground himself back to reality – his perfect reality that has you in it.
He isn’t at war. He is here, in his home, with the love of his life badly humming the song he has decided will play on the reception of their wedding.
His hands aren’t marred with blood anymore, gripping a weapon for dear life. Instead it is now outstretched, letting you drag him at the head of the table as you pepper kiss on his cheeks every time you can just because you can.
He isn’t a soldier but a man. The man you heat up dinner for because he fell asleep on the couch after a long day’s work. The man who gets to taste the wine in your every kiss. The man you love.
He is that man and that is all he ever wants to be for the rest of his life.
“I fucking love this song,” you muttered mindlessly just as the song was ending.
He tightened his grip on your hand and placed a kiss on your every knuckle, sighing in relief, so full of love. “Me too, bug, just might become a favorite.”
Ari: all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.
“You know I gave you that card as a present, right?” Ari crossed his arms. His ego was slightly bruised and threatened at the thought of getting the wrong gift to his woman. “As in, I actually want you to use it?”
“I do use it, Ari …” you pouted, playing with the remaining food on your plate.
“You bought one dress the entire month –”
“It was an expensive one!”
“It was 300 dollars?”
Your pout got even deeper clearly hiding something from him. Ari offered up his hand, ignoring the gawking looks he was getting as he guided you into his lap in the middle of the very crowded high-end restaurant.
“I did try, you know? I wouldn’t even think of breathing next to that thing a year ago,” you reasoned, laying your head on the crook of his neck.
“I know, bee,” he cooed, running his hand on the skin of your legs. “But that was before you got me taking care of you. You know I work so hard so I can give you all of these things. “
That had you nearly jumping out of his lap if he hadn’t secured his arms around you. “But!”
You hesitated but his soothing hands had you opening up.
“But I don’t want all this stuff …”
At least he was getting somewhere.
He knew it would be difficult in figuring out what you actually want as you rarely expressed it. Coming from a humble background before meeting him you were easily impressed and not as demanding as the other women he had been used to. He thought it would be easy but every gift he sent your way was only given a tight-lipped smile and a gentle but clearly uncomfortable ‘thank you’.
If you had been any other human being who wouldn’t give half a damn but you weren’t. You were the woman he had only loved. So, he will be damned if he couldn’t offer everything you asked for on a golden plate with your name carved in it.
“What do you want?” he encouraged.
"I just ..." Your doe eyes are hopeful as you whisper, “I want to spend time with you.”
He blinked, “What?”
Here he was, a man who prided himself in being able to give everything you could ever want – ready to lay the world on your feet if you so wished it but … you wanted to spend time with him?
You snaked your hand around his neck, “I just … I want to be with you. I don’t care where or how or in what country I just … I miss you all the time, Ari. Can we just run away somewhere just for a while?”
He let your words sink in.
You miss him.
He wasn’t used to being missed – before you his personal life consisted of an array of women passing through his doors and few acquaintances he sends gift cards every birthdays and holidays. He was feared, adored, demanded but never missed.
You were probably the only person in the world who wanted nothing but his presence.
He was so in love with you he might stop breathing.
“I-I know you’re busy!” you backtracked, misunderstanding his silence. “B-But maybe just visit me in my apartment for dinner or –”
“Move in with me.”
This time it was you that was left speechless.
“That way you won’t have to miss me,” he smiled, pressing a kiss on your lips. “And that way I won't work so much as I’ll get to actually have someone to go home to.”
“Wha – Wait, are you serious?”
You probably knew how much he treasured his privacy. Before you, he was your country’s most eligible bachelor that took women in every hotel in the world except his personal home. And he was asking for you to live with him.
It was almost unbelievable.
He could hardly believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.
But he nodded, pressing another series of kisses on your neck, your cheeks, and one more on your lips just because he can. “Dead serious. I’ll sort everything out just say you’re ready to spend all your days with me. What do you say?”
“I …” you were tearing up but he was quick to kiss it all away.
"Please, say yes, bee."
“Yes. Yes, I want to!”
“Good, fucking perfect,” he chuckled, giddy and accepting the giggly kisses you gave him. His home already looked bright and warm at the thought of you in it. “On one condition.”
You nodded like an eager student, “Anything you want!”
“I want to see some dent in that fucking bank account by the end of next month.”
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.
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You come out of the kitchen, the swinging doors banging against the wall. You walk to the end opening of the bar, glaring at the uniformed men wreaking havoc on your well liquors. It’s only after you let out growl from your chest do they stop to look at you.
“Get out from behind my fucking bar.”
Most of the men scrambled to get back to their stools, except for Johnson, who just held the bottle of whiskey closer and smiled at you.
“Oh come on, darlin. We’re just having some fun.”
“Your fun is cut off. Get the fuck out from behind my bar before I make you.” your tone is deadly now.
“Ooooo getting kinky now. Please, make me.”
“JOHNSON!”
If you wouldn’t have felt him come up behind you, you would have jumped at Sy’s voice. The officer in front of you slowly puts the bottle down and slinks back to his seat. You were used to drunk, rowdy men. But soldiers were another breed entirely. You turn to Sy, face dead s erious.
“Captain. I suggest you keep your dogs on a tighter leash.”
“Oh we’re dogs alright, sweetheart!” You hear Johnson say before him and the rest of the crew start barking like animals.
“Johnson! I will take disciplinary action!” Sy barks.
“Yes, Captain. Sorry, Captain”
“Next time I’ll make sure they’re on their best behavior, ma’am.” Sy says, beautiful blue eyes boring into yours. If you were in a better mood, you might have swooned. But you were pissed, tired, and sick of seeing the army camo in your bar. Four weeks was more than enough of dealing with the military.
“You better. And don’t call me ma’am. Makes me feel old.” you grumble.
“Just trying to be respectful, ma’am.” he says. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head, trying your best to look intimidating to this giant of a man.
“Sorry,” he smiles.
“Bar’s closed. Pay out your tabs and get the fuck out.” you say, turning to the computer and get their tickets, leaving Johnson for last. Sy watches from his spot at the end of the bar, making sure each one of his crew tip you well for the shit they caused you tonight.
“You know, if you ever wanna make me do something darlin, I only live five minutes away,” Johnson says, winking at you as he hands you some cash.
“Not a chance in hell, fuck face. And just for that I’m charging you an extra $20.” you stick your hand, snatching the bill away from him as he hands it to you. You turn away from the pouting private, walking over to Sy and filling his whiskey. You ignore the silent chuffing from Johnson about giving special treatment and get to work on shutting down for the night.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, toy play, D/s dynamics, choking, slapping, degradation, cock worship, temperature play, sex denial, overstimulation, mentions of somnophilia, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 650
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“Peach, I’m home,” Sy’s large body walks into the house, and you struggle to right yourself. Pulling down his shirt, and you stuff that toy in the drawer. Jogging out to meet him at the bedroom door. “Why are you breathing so hard?”
“I’m not,” you try to steady your breathing, and he looks over to the bed. It was made, but there was now a bit of disarray. “You’re home early,” yeah, you know that was a pitiful attempt at hiding how breathless you were.
His hand cups your mound quickly, and he tilts his head, “Oh, Peach. Why are you so fucking wet?”
“I knew you were coming home. My pussy always gets ready for you.”
“You were playing with yourself, weren’t you?
”“No, Captain, I wasn’t.”
He backs your body up to the dresser on his side of the bed, and opens up the toy drawer. Pulling out your favorite toy, and he holds it up for you. “Why is this so wet, and it smells, just like you?”
“I was horny, Sy! I need to be fucked! Please, just fuck me!”
His hand wraps around your neck, and he pushes you into the bathroom. The power he has physically, but also has over you making a fresh flood go right to your sex, it was intoxicating. “Why…where are you taking me?”
“Get undressed,” all you lack is pulling off his shirt, and when you do, he gives your tits, and pussy a few slaps. “Since my wife likes playing with toys, I got a new one for you.”
“Sy, I want your cock!”
“And I told you that if you were going to play with yourself, I wanted a fucking video call or photo every time you need to get off, and I didn’t get that. Now, get in the fucking tub,” his voice was low and gravelly, and even that makes your pussy quiver. “Go on. I’ll let something new stimulate that pretty clit.”
You sit into the tub, while Sy reaches into one of the cabinets, bringing out his new toy for you. He enjoyed making you weak before he fucked you. It was a pleasuring torture, but today, you just wanted that thick cock. “Uh-uh, spread your legs. I want to see that dirty filthy little cunt.”
He ties the new toy to the water spout, and turns on the water. Pulling your body down, until the water flows over your cunt. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, because it truly felt amazing. The water is soft and yet still beating hum on your bundle of nerves. He turns the temperature of the water cooler, and you whine at the change. Leaning back on your elbows, your hips thrust you into the tiny waterfall. Turning the temperature back up, your head tilts to the side. And Sy stares lovingly at your cunt. Your voice mewls out his name, because it’s him you really want. “Cum,” he growls, putting the water on full speed.
“Ahh! Ahh! S-s-s-Sy!” Had you not been in the water, you’re sure you would have made a mess. Your hand goes to grasp his arm, but he pushes it back in the water. “Sy! I came, I want you now.”
“Fucking is a reward, and you haven’t been good. Now I’m going to make you cum in this bathtub until you pass out. And then, you’ll get my thick cock. But you’ll be so blissed out, you won’t even feel me. And I’m going to fuck you so good. Choke you, just how you like.”
“Sy, please, don’t.”
“Oh yes. And maybe next time, you’ll listen to one simple rule. Is it that hard? Or have I fucked you that stupid?”
“You have.”
“Don’t butter me up, Peach. You’ve been a bad girl. I’ll fuck you into the mattress, and all that will remain is how fucking sore you’re going to be.”
“You’re mean.”
“And you’re so bad. My filthy little Peach. Now, lean back and let me enjoy watching this magnificent cunt. You’re ruining my view.”
This is a sweet little story for my dear friend @cavillsthighs ! I'm so so so sorry this is late, but I really hope you enjoy this sweet little story.
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It was oddly quiet when you entered the small house, kicking off your shoes and listening for Sy's telltale music he plays when working on his latest project. The house you both bought was a bit of a fixer upper, but you knew when you laid eyes on it that it would be perfect, Sy immediately taking a liking to having projects to occupy him when he's home. Lately it's been finishing a task at a time, and he had spent the entire week talking about finally finishing the master bedroom and his plans for the next job.
Sighing to yourself, you toe your shoes off and head to the spare room you had been sleeping in while the master was in disarray, wanting nothing more than to change into comfortable clothes and relax on the couch. You were admittedly a bit disappointed, having been looking forward to spending the rest of the day with your captain, but the thought immediately goes out the window when you see the obvious lack of clothing in the opened wardrobe. You frown and turn to check somewhere before hearing a crash and Sy's gruff voice cursing.
"Sy? Is everything ok?" Your brows furrow as you turn the corner, immediately having to bite back a laugh as you see him shaking a foot next to the end table that you moved that morning, but the sight of him juggling a large bouquet of peonies and an extra-large pizza box from your favorite local shop. "Aww..."
He grumbles a bit, a tint of pink teasing his cheeks from above his beard. "You weren't supposed to be home yet..." He sets the pizza on the counter, wrapping an arm around you and kissing you softly. "Happy birthday little one."
You blush, smiling shyly as you accept the peonies. "You're too sweet," You kiss his cheek, smiling as you put them in a vase. "Were you trying to surprise me, captain?"
Sy grumbles a bit at your teasing, chest puffing a bit as he crosses his arms, following your every move with his eyes. "Don't rub it in, I was tryin' to spoil my girl." He wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck. "Why don't you take a nice hot bath, get in your pjs, and we can open some beers and watch your movies... As a start," You feel his grin against your skin.
You hum, relaxing against his strong chest. "Thought you hated them?"
"I do," He kisses across your shoulder, letting his beard tease you. "But I love seein' my girl happy more."
"So the captain really <i>does</i> have a soft side..." You can't help but grin, turning in his arms to hold him close. "That sounds perfect... Thank you."
"Just for you." He grins, kissing you deeply as his large hand squeezes your rear. "Get dressed, baby. It's gonna be a long night, you won't be able to move once I'm through with you."
You flush a bit, shaking your head as you head towards the stairs and feeling his gaze on you. "You just want to stare at my ass."
"'Course I do," He smirks when you blindly flick him off, still focused on the sway of your hips. "The rest is a bonus."
